House of Correction : by (c) Joyce Hamilton Fdom Mdom bd Ff Mf mf inc Mm Her lawyer had told her to dress soberly and respectably. But nothing could disguise her stunning adolescent sexuality. The grey silk suit covered her breasts, but could not hide their trim shapeliness, and skirts were short that year, so her long slender legs were visible to mid-thigh, where the silk clung to them in the dry summer air. Her black stockings and high-ish heels did not help either. But it was her long, blonde hair worn simply, flowing loose to her shoulders that made every male in the court drool. The lawyer had warned her she must be imprisoned, if only for a short term, if found guilty. But she knew she was innocent and had been confident in French justice. 'I'm afraid I shall have to make an example of you, Mademoiselle Duhamel. Stealing from an employer is a grave breach of trust, and the public interest demands a custodial sentence. I also take into consideration that you have shown no remorse.' 'How could I,' she thought. 'I didn't do it.' She was close to tears in her frustration. You will serve six months. Because of your age, this will be in a young offender's institution.' The female court usher who led her down realized the girl was in a state of shock, and tried to be comforting to her. She fancied this slim blonde, if the truth were told. 'It's not like a prison, dear. No locks and bars. They only lock you in your room at night. More like a big country house, really. You'll be all right. And they'll all be friendly to a nice, pretty girl like you.' Therese winced as the usher used the opportunity to pat her bottom as if encouraging her. They were all alike, male or female, adults. They were always feeling her, brushing against her, groping her, patting her. When the metro was crowded there was always a knee between hers, or a male crotch hard against her bottom. When it was empty she would have to avert her eyes as men unzipped. She almost wished she were not so attractive. Almost, but not quite! It was late by the time the prison transport arrived. She was the only one from the court that day, and they had not been expecting a delivery of prisoners at all, apparently. Anyway, there was nobody to 'process' her except one elderly lady-warder, who apologised as she took away Therese's clothes and the few personal possessions she had with her. Therese had to lay down naked, legs open, while her vagina was searched. ('You'd be surprised what some girls try to hide up there, my dear.') And then the old harridan had her bend over to shine a torch up her anus. ('And in here, too. Drugs mostly.') Her bits and pieces were all listed and signed for and she was issued with a short, skimpy night-dress of cheap white cotton. 'You'll get your other clothes in the morning, my dear, when the stores staff are on duty.' Most of the girl's clothes were too small for the old crone, but she purloined the girl's silk knickers, after checking they had an expensive label. Washed, they would make her husband fancy her for a minute or two. Her 'room' was already occupied. The black girl was probably a minor, like herself, she thought. Probably fifteen, though it was difficult to tell with black girls. She wore the same wretched thin cotton, but her tits did it much more justice than Therese's did hers. The blonde could not help looking at her and wondering if the ebony breasts would look as good bare as they did with that slight covering. She wished hers were as big. 'I'm Bibi. That's short for Belle.' 'Therese.' 'What you in for?' 'Theft. But I didn't do it.' 'Nobody here did anything, if you believe them. I'm in for dealing. I didn't either.' She laughed. 'The old bugger gave me six months, this yesterday, and he kept on lecturing me, just so he could look at my legs and tits as I stood in the dock. I'd got the blouse I use when I work the clubs, and I leaned forward to give him a show, but he still sent me down. They're all the same! They all want something for nothing.' 'I thought the same. All drooling at me! The officials touching me up, and the judge looking me up and down like that was the worst.' 'Can't blame them! Would take a saint not to fancy you, honey. You could earn a fortune down rue St Denis. Look, it's late. I want to sleep. Chat in the morning?' 'OK. Goodnight.' It was nearly dawn when the cell door opened, the keys waking both girls. It was the oddest uniform they had ever seen. The wardress wore a long black leather coat, down to patent leather ankle boots, buttoned and laced, and high- heeled like a Victorian whore's. Her blonde hair was cropped, and topped off by a black leather cap, military shaped, with a yellow lightening-flash badge and the letter 'M' set into it. 'Rouse yourselves, girls, and follow me.' The night air was chill on their near naked bodies, and they were glad to step into the standard white prison van parked in the yard. That afternoon Therese had shuddered at the sight of the van's black reinforced windows: now she was glad of the comparative warmth inside. She held out her hands as the warder handcuffed them. A long, fine chain went from the cuffs to a fixture on the wall. She watched as Belle, less willingly, was secured. 'Two hour trip. You'd better sleep. You won't get any more tonight.' She was hanging her long black coat in a locker. The two girls stared in amazement at the uniform revealed. It was like no other they had ever seen, except perhaps in fantasies in the secrecy of their own beds. The brassiere was thin black leather, thin enough to show her nipples. But it was the shorts that were really un-nerving. The same black leather hugged her form, slung low across her hips, so half her belly, and certainly her navel was exposed. On the triangle of her crotch was again the yellow lightning, and the letter "M". The leather was replaced by black satin there, which cut into her, so the crease of her cunt was clearly, and disturbingly visible. At one side of her hips was a key ring with a small gold key, and at the other what might have been a very small, gold mobile phone. The girls stared at her. Despite the rough awakening after the horrors of the day, Therese felt a stirring in her cunt. The warder was incredibly sexy, she thought. And yet she had never seen a woman like this, not for real, in life. So feminine, and yet with a body almost masculine. The bra stretched tight across her chest, but it was clear she did not need it. Her chest had pectorals like any male, and her shoulders were muscled, too. Her tits were no bigger, really, than a male weight lifter would grow. Her belly had six-pack muscles, and her legs, though shapely, were those of a competition cyclist or marathon runner. Only her broad hips were really feminine, though you could see that breadth was underlying bone, and not feminine fat. She was used to the effect she had. 'Three hours a day on the weights for ten years. That's what it takes. And plenty of bed-wrestling!' Belle broke the shocked silence. 'What sort of uniform is that, Mademoiselle?' 'Where are you taking us?' Therese could not take her eyes off the bra, with its suggestion of hard nipples, except perhaps to lower them tight satin crotch, which did little to disguise the shape of her cuntlips. 'Not Mademoiselle. Never, and don't you forget. I'm Major Ducrois. You lucky girls are being transferred to an experimental prison. It specialises in changing the behaviour of naughty girls. You'll find out soon enough.' The van door clanged behind her, and they heard it locked before the motor started. 'You could fancy her in those pants!' Belle laughed. 'I don't know how you can laugh. And I think she looked horrid.' 'Couldn't take your eyes off her though! I saw you!' The girls did sleep, and it was a cold dawn when they were released from their wall chain, and led handcuffed across the cold tarmac to a helicopter. The trip over the sea was only a few minutes, and they landed on a steel platform, with nothing around it but miles of gray, cold ocean. They were separated, Major Ducrois leading the black girl away. Therese was marched into what seemed to be a medical unit. Her eyes opened wide in amazement when the driver took off his long leather coat to reveal a male equivalent of the female warder's uniform. She had never seen anything like it, except perhaps those gay photographs she sometimes came across on the net. It was just as tight as Major Ducrois', and just as skimpy. The top was a sort of leather harness which had the same little gold key and the same mobile, while the leather shorts fitted as tight as the woman's had but had a loose satin pouch at the front, tied with white cords to two metal rings set one on each hip. The floppy satin did not hide the shape of his sex at all, and the outline of his knob suddenly reminded her of her brother that day at the seaside. His uniform was white leather, though, and he had an "S" instead of the "M" embroidered there. Just as Major Ducrois had seemed a masculine woman, there was something of the feminine about this man. He was fit and strong, but something in the way he moved and smiled suggested at least a dual sexuality. She couldn't help looking at his tight, hard arse as he left her alone. The Doctor soon appeared, white coat and stethoscope. He had a key for her handcuffs, and unlocked them. 'I expect you've noticed why we don't need locks here to keep you in!' 'Where is this?' 'Six miles out into La Manche. It was built by France in 1935 to protect the port from air and naval attack . It was never any use militarily, and now it's a private prison.' 'Private?' 'Oh yes. Now I have some tests. First, take that off.' She tried to cover her honeypot and her breasts with her arms, but probably in vain. She was used to men getting that hard, alarming look in their eyes when they saw her clothed body, and was not surprised to see him studying her nakedness. Shamelessly, he pinched the flesh of her belly, felt one tit and then the other, teasing each nipple into erection. 'Good muscle tone.' He held her by the hips to turn her round to feel the muscles of her arse. She felt him part her buttocks with his thumbs, a palm on each cheek. 'A few photographs for the file.' 'Oh no! Not like this.' 'Regulations, young lady. Arms by your side.' He shot from several angles, and close-ups too.' 'Bend over.' Again the close inspection of her rectum. She winced as something hard penetrated her. 'All right, sweetie. It's not a cock. Not yet. It's just a telescope for me to see up you.' He took his time, and she wondered if he was going to inspect her vagina. She was close to tears, and hoped not. He did, of course, fingering her lips, stretching them, and testing the erection of her clitoris. She had felt ashamed when her nipples had hardened, but this was doubly humiliating. Then a finger, naked of any plastic gloves, tried to push itself into her vagina. 'Dry as old leather. Only to be expected.' He squeezed some jelly from a tube onto his fingers, and tried again. He was feeling around inside her. 'My word! Yes! Really tight. They'll be pleased about this, girl. Most of the girls we get here have had their cunts well and truly stretched before we get them! But it looks as if you've been well- behaved...so far.' And now she had to endure that glass instrument the school doctor had once used to look up and into her. 'May hurt a second.' He took the blood sample, and gave her a bottle. 'Fill this.' She looked round for a door. 'I'm a doctor! Fill it here, now.' 'I'll spill some, sir.' 'Doesn't matter. Just pee in it.' She felt totally humiliated as she was forced to squat down and piss. She was right. It got over her hands and onto the tiled floor as well as into the bottle. 'And now an injection.' Almost before she realized she had been drugged, she was unconscious. When Therese came to she could hear a voice, muttering to itself. 'Lovely tits. And isn't this beautiful?' She felt fingers combing through the hair on her pubic mound. 'Such a pity, really. But the instruction is clear. To be shaved. I think the blonde fuzz adds to the impression of innocence, but they will have them all bare, boys and girls. Perverted, I call it!' Before opening her eyes, she tried to move. She could not. She opened her eyes. There was a huge mirror in the ceiling over her. To her horror she saw she was strapped to the red leather bench. Her wrists and ankles were buckled tight to white canvas straps, while her bottom was raised a few inches on a leather cushion, so her spread legs hid nothing of her cunt and anus. She could not move a muscle of her body, except her head. 'So, the sleeping beauty is with us again!' 'Well, young lady, we've learned a lot about you while you were under! Amazing you've never seen one of these.' To her horror, he removed the white coat to show underneath the same provocative uniform as the warders had worn. Only his black leather and satin pouch had the medical staff and serpent symbol where the others had worn an embroidered "M" or "S". He undid the thongs and pulled his satin pouch away to reveal a terrifying, huge penis. Her head hung down from the bench as he closed on her till his balls touched her face. 'Lick them!' 'I couldn't, sir.....' A sudden pain shot through her body. For a moment she remembered a clumsy dentist who drilled into a nerve. It was as sharp as that. 'What is it? Please don't.' 'Doctor Poitevin spoke. 'My little blonde angel, when you are released. I mean from these.' He pulled one of the straps tighter. 'You will find a little scar above the hair line on your tender neck. Just here.' He was gloating as he fingered the back of her neck. 'In there is a chip that responds to this.' He had his 'mobile phone' in his hand, and she saw him press a button. She screamed this time. 'Our way of ensuring compliance, my angel. You will find you will do anything to avoid it. Anything and for anyone, my angel.' 'Lick them!' 'I could not, sir....' Again the excruciating pain, that seemed to start at the back of her neck and travel down her spine, to make her legs tremble. 'You will soon learn always to obey immediately. All the staff have a prod like this, and all the prisoners have the implant that causes the pain. Now lick them!' His balls were hairless, and she noticed, after the shock of seeing an erect cock for the first time, that he had no body hair at all. Not like her brother, the only other male she had seen, with his cock more like a pink worm than this monstrous handle. She licked. Then he moved even closer, astride over her face. 'Now my arse. Tongue my arse.' She did not dare refuse. The penalty was too severe. She licked. 'Mmmm. That's good. Now your tongue inside. Yes, like that!' The muscle of his arse was closing onto the point of her tongue. She could feel a vibration as his hand ran up and down his cock. Then his hand on her left breast, squeezing and tweaking. And then the spray of droplets over her breast and belly as he came over her. 'That will do for now. This means no-one can fuck you as yet. Not even me, unfortunately. ' She could see him fixing a gold leather collar round her neck, clasped by a little silver padlock. He clapped his hands, and a girl entered. 'We've also given you a contraceptive implant. there's a lot of fucking around here, and we would not want this pretty body ruined would we? And another one too, that you'll be noticing any moment now.' He ran his hand over the girl's raised belly, and round one tit and then the other. 'But first, we shave you.' The girl had the dusky skin of an Arab or Indian. Horrified, Therese could see she had a steel collar round her slender neck, and worse still, her shaven cunt lips had been pierced and fastened together with a tiny gold padlock. The girl knelt in front of the Doctor, her eyes cast down. Was every girl and woman here beautiful, Therese wondered. Another girl with perfect tits, and a slender body. 'You know your work.' 'Yes Master.' The girl had said "Master". Was she a servant? Or was she a slave? The collar and padlock suggested that, as did the dead look in her eyes, contrasting with the beauty of her oval face. Therese shuddered. 'And, from now on you are to answer to the name "Sweetie". Got that? "Sweetie"' The girl went about her business wordlessly. The doctor's cock had now shrunk more to the size she had seen her brother that day at the beach. Therese was completely mystified, and terrified now. What was this all about? The Doctor, had he been willing to tell her, would have explained why "trainees" were forced to change their names. The first, minor reason was security. Any nosey spy looking for a "Therese" might miss a "Sweetie". More important, the loss of one's name caused a weakening of the self-image, which was the first step in a process of changing behaviour and personality. The finished product would, indeed, have no personality independent of service to her master or mistress. 'You know what 'Sweetie' means?' Silence. 'It means "nice to suck". Are you nice and hot to suck?' He reached down, and the victim felt a finger slip into her slit. 'It was dry earlier, you remember. Now it's hot, wet and ready. Medical science is amazing, eh?' Hot wax was poured onto her pubic mound. The Arab girl pressed a strip of white linen into the wax, and then with a tug, stripped it away again. Therese screamed. 'Gag her!' The gag was a black rubber ball, and black leather straps fastened behind her neck. 'We remove the body hair from our prisoners. And some of the staff too. You are lucky Minette is an expert.' The girl smiled meekly at the compliment. As she repeated the treatment, the doctor rattled on. 'In Roman times men and women all removed their pubic hair. Each individual hair was grasped in a split match-stick, twisted until it was secure, and then yanked out. Hundreds of times! The professional depilators all worked in the same street of the city, and the screams of the clients echoed through the quarter every day. Just a bit more there, round the base of the cunt. And, slave, can you reach her anus without turning her over. Yes, I see you can. Excellent.' Therese heard the word 'slave' and wondered. 'Smooth as her tits now. Lovely! And now some oil to make it shine.' He passed his hand down over her spread cunt. 'You have done well, Minette. And I shall reward you. Would you like that?' 'As my master pleases.' She had been silent except when directly addressed. And again that dread word 'master'. Over her body then. You may have her tits. Therese felt the feather-weight press into her belly as the girl knelt and leaned over her. And then the mouth on her nipples. Astounded, she understood what the 'slave's' reward was to be, as the doctor stood holding a black, many- thonged whip. He swung it, and then brought it down across her buttocks. The girl squirmed, her breasts pressing into Therese's belly. One tiny hand slipped down between soft, ivory thighs, reaching for her clitoris as the lash descended again. Therese realised the girl was pleasuring herself while the whip fell, her hand rubbing at clitoris, her mouth on the blonde's nipple. Again and again the whip fell, until the moaning of the slave told Therese she had come. ..................................................... It seemed hours later she was led by a fine gold chain into the great, vaulted room where the doctor presented his report to the Governor and various other officials. Therese recognized Major Ducrois. All, including the Doctor, had the deliberately provocative white or black uniforms, except the Governor, who wore gold. It could have been any business meeting were it not for the sexual tension in the air. The Governor was especially tasty, with large firm tits, and a leather brassiere that scarcely covered her nipples. Therese, amazed, felt her clit harden as she looked at the woman. She was left standing on a low dais in the centre of tables set out in a horseshoe. 'First the blonde, Therese Duhamel, now known as Sweetie. You can see our contact at the prison was right to alert us. She is perhaps the most sexually attractive teenager we have acquired to date. There were appreciative murmurs as the doctor two hands on her chest, under her tits, turned her slowly round to demonstrate her finer points. And I can assure you the flesh is as firm as it appears to be. 'She has no medical conditions. Vaginal inspection shows the hymen is not in place. However, she is a virgin, both vaginally and anally. Again the murmur of appreciation, and the sound of legs stretching luxuriously under the polished oak table. 'We did not acquire her file from the prison, of course. However she responded well to the truth serum, and I may report the following. She is the daughter of a provincial wine-merchant, comparatively wealthy and so she has been expensively educated. Despite her boarding school she has no direct lesbian experience, though she has, of course, seen other girls indulging in that delightful practise. Her heterosexual experience is limited to petting in the back row of a cinema. She has never seen, the erect male organ, having averted her innocent eyes from the occasional flasher. More accurately, she had never seen one until her medical examination.' There was some laughter at this admission. The Governor intervened. 'You are incorrigible Doctor. But you have left both her virginities in place.' 'An innocent, ladies and gentlemen. And still virgin in all three orifices. I would summarise her personality as being compliant, accepting authority. There was no protest as I fingered and felt her, not even when I spread her buttocks, though her shame was evident on her face. Yes, compliant, respectful, docile. She will be an excellent subject for our program. 'Her deepest sexual fantasies, revealed when under the influence of our truth- drug, possibly as yet partly un-acknowledged by her, include both lesbian and heterosexual impulses.' There was a murmur of satisfaction around the table. 'As you would expect from the thumbnail description I have given you, they include sexual scenarios with male authority figures, including her own father. The lesbian fantasies are mainly of fellow teenage schoolgirls, but one or two female teachers, and a woman police constable in her suburban district are included. Major Ducrois will be pleased to hear that the truth drug also produced a description of herself as a more recent object of desire.' There was a suggestion of subdued laughter in the committee, and the Major herself positively glowed with satisfaction. 'So there will be no great problems of sexual-orientation re-alignment, you will be pleased to hear. She would be ready for training by male and female staff immediately.' 'How long will it take to convert her to a completely willing sex-slave?' The Governor corrected the lie of one breast inside her brassiere. 'It is more a matter of reinforcement of existing attitudes in this case. She is potentially bisexual, and submissive already. I estimate three months.' 'As short as that. Good, add her to the program. The treatment may commence immediately.' 'She has received her implant, and I have verified the prod is operative. The slow-release aphrodisiac is already effective, You will notice her cunt lips are swollen.' He reached down and opened them, the scarlet contrasting with the naked whiteness of her bald outer lips. 'And the clitoris is erect. And if I...' He slipped an index finger into her, removed it, and held it up, glistening. 'Ah, yes. She is lubricating She has responded well to the implant. I recommend she wear the silver padlock for a week until the contraceptive implant is effective.' 'Naturally. But her mouth and bottom are of course immediately available. I shall have her tonight.' The Governor turned to the doctor. 'You will join us, Doctor?' 'Should she be pierced?' There was spirited argument around the horse-shoe table, But finally the Governor decided to delay decision. Several staff wished to maintain the virginal innocence of those breasts and newly-shaven cunt. Others favoured piercing nipples and cunt-lips to facilitate bondage. Finally the Governor ruled there would be no piercing for a month, and the decision would be reviewed then. 'By then much of her fresh, virginal innocence will have gone in any case.' 'Lead her to my quarters, and restrain her.' 'And the other subject.' 'I have left her in her cell, as there could well have been an outburst which might prejudice us against her, because I have high hopes for her. As you will see from the photographs, our contact has excelled herself again. You may wish to consider a bonus. The merchandise is superlative, and the 'escape' was arranged most convincingly. However, the black girl will not be suitable for behavioural adjustment.' Eyebrows were raised around the table, and papers rustled. 'That is a disappointment, Doctor. She is most attractive, and we have too few black and Asian girls.' Again the Governor adjusted her brassiere, which seemed to be constricting her uncomfortably today. She smoothed the gilded leather down over her ample tits as the Doctor replied. 'No, Governor. She is so much more valuable than a trainee sex-slave. I shall explain. You will have noticed the strength on her young shoulders and hips. I can assure you her legs and arms are well, if finely muscled, and she has an athlete's belly and butt muscles.' 'You could trust us to understand the medical terms, Doctor. Belly and butt indeed!' 'My apologies for my levity, Major. My point is, while not having your magnificent body, she has great potential as a lesbian trainer. Further, she has been raised in a rough part of town, a wilderness of high-rise flats and derelict workshops. From before puberty she was sexually exploited by her father and an older sister, among other relatives and neighbours. She is bisexual, a practising lesbian and heterosexual. A member of a gang where the rituals of membership include group sexual orgies, and the acceptance of partners of both sexes in all three bodily orifices.' Major Ducrois looked at him mockingly. 'What you really mean is she sucks and fucks boys and girls, and takes it in the arse and mouth as well as in her cunt!' 'You will have your little joke with me, Major! But that is correct. Further, the truth drug revealed as yet un-realized fantasies of domination.' 'Her as the dominatrix?' 'Indeed, Governor, and dominating both men and women, with plenty of whips, torture and bondage. It was most interesting to hear her babble on! So here we have a girl who is a magnificent physical specimen, despite her tender years. She has no diseases despite her promiscuous life. She is actively bisexual, and potentially a dominatrix. Her personality is amoral, libertine, and aggressive. It would not be impossible, of course, to break her and change her to a submissive sex-slave, but it would be a long and complex process. No, I suggest we have here a perfect candidate for membership of our staff, in the active rather than the administrative division.' ................................................................... Therese woke again, laying naked on her bare mattress. Her cunt was hot and demanding. She remembered dreaming of the blonde Major, and she blushed at the memory. She reached down to her cunt. She could not! She recalled the Sergeant who had escorted her from the Council Room had handcuffed her, and then fixed the cuffs to her neck-collar by a fine chain. She could not reach her clit. And yet a fire raged between her legs. She managed to get the pillow between her legs, and as she lay over it she could fuck it, the corner of the pillow rubbing on her clit. It was enough. She was coming. She was aware of another presence in her cell. Her hopes rose. The person was female, and surely a woman would protect her?. The girl's head had been shaved and polished. And she was wearing the same uniform as the major had, only hers was of white leather, and the yellow lightning strike was crowned with the letter "S". Her shaven head, and muscled body suggested violence. And sexuality of course, with the dazzling white leather contrasting the ebony velvet of her skin. Her breasts would be magnificent, Therese knew, and her legs strong enough to clamp a face to...she blushed at where her thoughts were leading. How could she be feeling such excitement 'down there'? How could she feel excited by this fearsome creature? She shuddered. 'Please, help me...' A sharp pain racked her, starting at the head, and then making her whole body spasm. She screamed. 'I love it when their hips rise like that. Just as if they're coming, and that look of pain on the face, just the same.' She knew the voice. It was Bibi, the girl who had shared her first prison cell . was it only the night before? The braided locks had gone, and the cheap cotton night-dress, but the voice was the same. And the tits. 'Help me, Belle, Please help me...' 'I'd love to, sweetie. But I've just been fucked stupid in the sergeants' mess, and believe it or not I just could not face any more for an hour or two. And call me Sergeant now. Sergeant Abouna.' She pointed the white mobile at the blonde, laying with a pillow still trapped between her lags. Again the sudden pain, and her belly arching upwards. 'It's my new toy. I love it! But don't worry! The Governess and the Doctor will cool that down for you.' Her brown hand contrasted with the white shaven mound as she grasped it, laughing before she released it. 'Hot enough for them. There's a toilet and bath down the corridor. Come with me and make yourself nice for them. The corridor opened up into a vaulted room. It must have been a gun-platform originally, but the open end had been filled with a huge sheet of plate glass, beyond which the gray sea. From a block and tackle a young girl hung, her feet barely touching the ground. She was naked, unless you count the chain which ran from one pierced nipple to the other, and the bright red ball gag strapped round her head, straps as black as her shiny hair and secured with a tiny gold padlock. Her legs were stretched apart by a chrome bar. Therese stopped, horrified, and especially by the imploring look it the girl's eyes. 'She can't be any older than me,' she thought. Despite the horror, she felt her cunt reacting to those pert little breasts, their puffy nipples pierced, but standing. She was shorter, even, than Therese, and her olive skin, unblemished and like velvet, showed she was not wholly French. Therese had a sudden urge to reach out and caress, but shame, and the leash connected to her collar and held by her new warder prevented her. 'You know what she wants?' 'To be released.....' The black girl laughed and her breasts moved under their thin leather brassiere. 'No, sweetie. That's the last thing! Feel!' Pulling her closer, she took Therese's hand and passed it roughly over the victim's spread cunt. The back of her hand glistened where it had touched. She wanted to touch her own clit, but shame prevented her. 'Let's hear what she wants....' Using the key hanging from her belt, Sergeant Abouna unlocked the tiny padlock and removed the ball gag. 'Please, mistress. Please. I'm so hot there, please.' 'Please what, slave?' 'Please make me come, mistress, please.' The imploring look in her eyes had been for sexual release...not physical. 'You heard her.' Therese was forced to her knees in front of the splayed legs and naked cunt, even more naked for having been shaved clean of all body hair and polished with scented oil. Therese could see the hard little clitoris peeping out from plumped lips. She had dreamed of caressing a woman. Woman Police Officer Cunningham, her gym teacher, Mrs Carstairs, and the sprint champion Sylvia Turley had all figured in her fantasies when in the early morning warmth and darkness of her bed her hand slipped down to her clit. But her imaginations had always been limited to caresses, breast to naked breast, kisses, and as she came, imagining mutual fingerings, their hands on her cunt, hers on their breasts. Although she knew women did kiss each other 'there', it had always seemed gross to her. She could imagine a girl sucking at her nub, tongue flicking at it, but not her own mouth glued to an open cunt. 'You heard her. Suck. That's what you're here for. To give sexual satisfaction. Suck.' Therese was silent, fearing another jolt from her warder's new toy. But she made no move towards the victim. Her hair was seized, and her face pulled to that gleaming cunt. Her mouth was on it. And at once she knew it was good. She kissed and licked, an arm round the girl's hard little bottom. Without thinking, her other hand slipped between her legs as she knelt, and her fingers slipped up and down her own slippery lips, pulling, stretching, tweaking and rubbing her own hard nub. The girl was coming. She could hear the grunts and squeaks of pleasure. And her own climax was building. She was nearly there. A sudden stinging pain across her buttocks. Another. Sergeant Abouna had taken a whip from the wall and was lashing her. The pain was fierce, but her fingers still worked between her legs, and her orgasm built. Another lash across those proffered cheeks and she was coming. Her juices ran down her thighs, as they had never done before. She knelt, dazed and amazed by the force of her passion. Despite the shame at exposing her body, her lust, and her excitement at being whipped, she still felt arousal 'down there' and the thought of a mouth on her own cunt flitted through her mind. 'Just time to get there.' The chain was pulled and she was standing. 'Please, Mistress, me too. Please. The lash.' 'No time, slave.' She was re-locking the ball gag. 'But I'll leave the whip at your feet, and doubtless the next person along will use it.' Pulled along by the chain, Therese could feel the cold air on the stickiness on her thighs, and the taste of cunt on her face. She licked her lips. Sergeant Abouna laughed. 'They won't mind the taste of cunt on you, sweetie, The Governor and the Doctor. No, they won't mind that.' Therese knew at once it must be the Governor's room. The Doctor would not have a room so lush in its red velvets, brass fittings, mirrors. No man would. Both the male and the female wore that strange harness-uniform, the Doctor's in black leather, the Governor's in gold. She found the Governor's gold stiletto-heeled shoes especially disturbing. It was like the afternoon Council Meeting again, with Sergeant Abouna standing to attention while the two officials walked around her, feeling her and commenting on her body. She could hear the lust in their voices, growling an octave lower as they marvelled at the firmness of her tits, the shapeliness of her buttocks, the fineness of her hair. She knew better than to protest...each had that awful pain-dispenser clipped to their belts. She stood with her eyes downcast as the Governor unlocked the chain from her collar and let it fall to the thick carpet. She avoided eye contact, but could not escape seeing the Governor's tits straining at the gold leather brassiere, nipples outlined. And the shape of her plump lips where the satin crotch of her gold leather shorts cut tightly into her cunt. Amazed, she realized her cunt was aroused despite the shame and horror of her situation among these rapists and perverts. Her head was seized by the Governor who placed a long and passionate kiss on her lips. She could feel the Governor's breasts pressing into hers, and blushed with abject shame as the woman's probing finger discovered the wetness of her sudden lust. 'Excellent. She is aroused, Doctor. Her lips taste of cunt. Yours Sergeant?' 'Not yet, Governor. We passed the slave Nymphette in bondage in the main corridor, and I allowed this slave to pleasure her.' 'Her arousal is a tribute to your beauty, Governor.' 'And to the efficacy of your drugs, Doctor. That implant you developed is sheer genius. You will stay, Sergeant. We will need you later. Undo the Doctor's pouch, slave.' She hesitated. 'Sergeant!' Belle reached for her zapper, and that momentary refusal was met with the dreaded searing pain. Sweat broke out on Therese's tits. She knelt in front of the male and pulled at the cords each side of his hips. The black satin pouch fell away. His cock was only half-erect, and his balls hung loosely. She knew what she would have to do, and fear, shame, and desire were strangely mixed in her young mind. The Doctor held her head in both hands, and eased it towards his cock, till her partly-averted face touched it. He jerked her head round so her lips were against the knob. 'Now suck, slave. Suck, my little Sweetie.' The knob slipped in, and then the straight, hairless shaft. Her cunt was aching now as the drugs coursed through her body. She gagged slightly as the knob touched her throat, but this was forgotten in the wonder of that shaft, so soft on the outside, so steely within. She cradled his balls with one hand, as if testing their weight, but her other hand slipped down to fondle her cunt. The Governess whispered in Sergeant Abouna's ear. 'As soon as she starts to come, whip her. And each time she comes, make sure she is being whipped. Her buttocks is best, but her tits if the buttocks are hidden. You should aim to mark her, but not break the skin. It is very important to ensure she feels pain each time she comes. The Doctor will explain why later. He's rather busy at the moment.' He was indeed busy, fucking the young blonde's mouth. He still held her head, his hands among the soft, fine blonde hair. One arm was around his bum, pulling him into her. Her other hand rubbed and kneaded her clit.. Her tits were pressed against his legs as she knelt, and she sucked him off, matching her suction to the frantic fucking motions of his hips. Her mouth was filled with that liquid she had first seen in the Doctor's surgery, when he spattered over her tits. She swallowed. It was thick and she was still swallowing as another gush filled her mouth again. She felt the Governor's hands on her shoulders, caressing her neck, and she was coming herself. A sudden stinging pain as the whip descended across her buttocks. Then another. Still the come spurted in her mouth. Each spasm of her body was rewarded with another slash from the whip. It was as if the black girl could see her peaks of pleasure, and timed her lashes to coincide. Pain was mixed with pleasure. The pleasure enhanced the pain, and the pain increased the pleasure. The cock was still hard, but she had drained him for the moment, as he pulled his knob from lips reluctant to release it. Her last spasm and the last lash left her kneeling, wondering how she could have felt joy in such humiliation. 'Sergeant! Cuffs!' Roughly, her hands were seized, and handcuffed behind her by the bed. In front of the trapped girl, the Governess tore the velcro holding the crotch of her pants in place, revealing her shaven cunt under the gold satin. Where the crease had been gold silk, it was now pink flesh. It seemed the brassiere was fastened by velcro as well, for she tore this off, and the little golden nubs were revealed as large pink-brown nipples. Her breasts were large, but firm, standing proudly. 'You know how to suck. I tasted cunt on your lips. I want your lips on my clit, Sweetie.' It was difficult to clamber onto the high four-poster bed handcuffed as she was, but she was eager to experience those acres of flesh spread out on the red satin counterpane. Strong arms pulled her into position. Hands grasped her head and pulled it down onto that glistening crotch. The cunt taste was more acrid than the young girl earlier, the lips fuller, the vagina more open. She buried her face in it, licking, kissing, nibbling, while the woman beneath her writhed, arms around her, pressing tits into her belly. She was turned over, and the Governess was on top, raking her cunt across the young girl's face. She sat up so she could look at and feel the teenager's breasts, her gentle face and long blonde hair. Therese longed to finger her cunt. She understood now why her hands had been bound. They intended to deprive her of the pleasure of masturbation. Above her, she could feel and hear the woman coming. Fingers grasped her tits, almost intolerably as finger nails bit into her flesh. The movement stopped, and she was again turned over. Now she felt the woman's lips on her clit, offering relief from the aching need in her cunt. Across the room, the Doctor had removed Belle...Sergeant Abouna's brassiere and was fondling her breasts. Her skin was wonderfully smooth and silky, Therese thought. Just one blemish, a wound with two stitches at the top of her arm. Then she realized the Doctor, and the Governess, writhing underneath her, face buried between her legs, both had scars in the same place. She understood! They had all had implants, the drugs not the pain-chip. The staff had sex-drug implants, and contraceptives for the females. The prisoners had the same plus a chip, in the back of the neck for maximum pain. She watched him licking Belle's breasts while her ebony hand played with his cock. It was hard again. She concentrated again on her pleasure. It was less easy to ride that face with her hands bound, but her movements, plus a skilled tongue were making her soar. Then, as she came, again those stinging lashes across her buttocks. She collapsed onto the Governor's breasts, each of her spasms bringing another blow. 'Sergeant, the frame!' Almost before her orgasm had finished she was pulled from the bed and released from her cuffs. None too gently, she was hustled to a stout wooden frame. It was a St Andrew's cross, with a a brass axle passing through it. The oak was polished, smoother where the flesh of buttocks, ankles and wrists had rubbed it. The leather straps had clasps that clicked as they were fastened over her wrists and ankles. The black girl returned to her respectful place near the door. Her master and mistress...she was beginning to think of them as such...stood over her as a ratchet clicked and her helpless body was moved from the vertical. When she was suspended horizontal, hanging breasts downwards from the frame, it was locked into place. She felt her buttocks held apart, and then the scraping of a man's bristly chin against her silky skin. The Doctor mused to himself as he rimmed her. There was no real need to do this. She was a prisoner, and he could just shag her in the arse if he wanted. No need to prepare her. But he did like licking round a tender young arsehole, slipping his tongue inside. He thought of his bed-partner for tonight. prisoner 'Petals.' The boy had a lovely arse, but no better than this girl's. Therese muttered a sighed protest as he removed his mouth. The ratchet clacked again, and she was just slightly off horizontal now. She could not see him, but knew he was rubbing some sort of oil into her anus. 'Sergeant. The dildo now.' Sergeant Abouna squatted beneath the spread-eagled girl, watching the Doctor oil his cock. She could fancy some of that, she thought. Well, everything in its due time! The dildo had been developed in the prison. She slipped the green vibrating finger of plastic easily into the girl's cunt, and clamped the suction pad over her clitoris. It had been designed to remain in place on a bound prisoner, driving her to orgasm after orgasm. Switched on, Therese felt the vibration inside her, and the alternate suction and release on her nub. She felt herself coming, and expected the sting of the lash across her buttocks with the first throe of her orgasm. What were they waiting for? 'Please,' she found herself whimpering. 'Please...The whip.....Please.' Her coming was brutally interrupted as the Doctor forced his shining cock into her anus. Her scream of anguish rang out. In a nearby room, Sergeant Turley paused in his fucking, recognising the cry of a a virgin's anal violation. He returned to his shagging with even more vigour, reaching below the slender hips to grasp that cute little cock. This boy was just right, he thought, randy but completely subservient. Further away, Nymphette heard the shout, but not Major Ducrois, for the girl-slave's silky legs were clamped over that short- cropped blonde head while the woman sucked her off. Her orgasm was not spoiled, merely changed. Each spasm was slower and deeper as his cock filled her rectum. And she was not denied the lash, for the Governess has taken up a black, multi-thonged leather whip, and was whipping her upwards, onto her unprotected breasts. She wailed her pleasure as he fucked her harder and harder. No sooner had one orgasm ended, than that cunning dildo was inducing another. Sergeant Abouna watched as his cock slid in and out, easy now, and saw the grimace on his face as he came. His victim came a third time as he pumped his jizzum into her. She was exhausted and slumped from the frame when released, sitting on the carpet. The Governess hauled her to her feet. 'Clean him up, girl. There in the bathroom. He's all shitty with your shit, girl.' Somehow it seemed even more demeaning to be washing that limp prick in a washbasin, drying it, and enduring his bored silence. Talking over her towards the room behind them, the Doctor was holding forth. 'Pavlov! Pavlov's dogs.' 'Explain.' Pavlov noticed his dogs salivated when they were shown their daily dinner. As he fed them, he arranged for a bell to be rung. After some weeks his dogs would salivate when the bell rang, even if there was no food present. He had conditioned them, and discovered what he called the conditioned response. We are conditioning little Sweetie to associate whipping and submission to a master or Mistress with sexual pleasure. Eventually she will come when whipped or bound, without any other sexual stimulus. At that point she is a trained slave, and our programme is complete. 'As usual, you are a model of clarity, Doctor Poitevin.' The girl was being led back in. 'Sergeant, take her back to her cell. Have her fed, and secure her. Then you might care to come back here for the night.' 'That would give me the greatest pleasure, Governor.' ...................................................... Therese woke in the night. She remembered she had dreamed of cocks, in her mouth and arse, but mostly in her cunt. She wondered what the Doctor's cock would feel like in her. Her hands had been chained to the bed-head again, so she could not masturbate, but again she slipped the pillow between her legs, and managed to rub against the corner. She thought of her brother that day she had seen him on the beach. They were twins, but his hair was black. And his cock nestled amid black hairs. She wondered what it would look like erect. She wished she had asked him to show her. She might never see him again. What would it be like to have his cock in her. She was coming! The door burst open, and she was dazzled as the cell light was switched on. A squat, hairy male stood over her. 'Gotcha, my girl. And why do you thing we handcuff you? So you can't do that! Here, I'll take that!' He grabbed the pillow from between her legs, and chucked it to the floor. 'Pretty! They told me you looked good. But this...' he knelt on the bed and grasped one breast roughly. 'Firm!' He fondled her belly and slipped a finger into her. 'Wet! Apparently I'm not to have you. Not yet! But this is ok.' He undid the leather thongs on his pouch, and out sprung an erect cock. It looked odd, shaven amid all the rest of that body hair. He knelt over her, squeezing a breast with one hand as he jerked off with the other. It did not take long, and she watched his white spunk spurt over her tits and belly. 'Please, wipe it off. I can't...' 'It'll dry.' ........................................................ The week went by quickly. Of course, all the staff wanted to have the new prisoner, because she was new, but also because of her stunning beauty. Eventually her contraceptive implant was believed to be effective, and she was ready to lose her other virginity. It seemed, they were going to make an exhibition of it. The horseshoe of chairs and desks in the council chamber had been replaced by soft leather couches, while the central dais was now a large, low divan bed covered in pale blue satin. I n front of it the Governor was addressing her staff. 'Most of you by now will have enjoyed our newest trainee, Sweetie.' There was a murmur of agreement, and a rustle as legs stretched. 'She is developing well, and Doctor Poitevin believes her conditioning will be complete in the amazingly short time of five weeks. We will, however be keeping her longer than that, delaying the return on our investment, as she is so very delightful. 'Today she is ready for real sexual intercourse. And I decided to turn it into an act of theater. This is for our amusement, but also meets the need of our trainee's programming. And that of her partner. In his case the disorientation he is going to feel will provide a basis for his re-conditioning. We have to destroy personality before we can build the new.' 'The opportunity arises because her twin brother has been making a nuisance of himself. He has been playing the junior detective, interviewing our contact at the Young Offenders Institution, and getting all together too close to our operation. She warned our police contact, who had him arrested. When searched, he was found in possession of a large quantity of drugs..most of what was in the police-station that day in fact. He was kept in the cells overnight, but managed somehow to escape.' There was a murmur in the room, and some laughter. 'Major Ducrois brought him here. He is a very pretty boy! Doctor!' The Governor took regained her place on a green leather couch, and Doctor Poitevin addressed the audience. 'You will find him quite delightful. Slender and as yet un-muscled, but fit and firm. He is dark-haired, unlike his twin sister. We have, of course removed all body hair. It has been decided his hair will be allowed to grow eventually to his shoulders, but you will enjoy its wavy locks even now. The truth serum shows he is an apt candidate for reconditioning as a personal sex slave. His sexual experience is limited to mutual masturbation with a class-mate, a boy called Charlot, and even then he has not handled the boy's penis. His fantasies are, as you would expect in a teenager, undifferentiated gender-wise. They are bisexual. He fantasises being taken and caressed by his soccer coach, a tall and strong man of about thirty. He has seen the man naked in the showers, and fantasises bringing his cock to erection. There are no fantasies of oral or anal sex with him, merely of masturbation. However, there is a strand of submission in them which will be very useful to us. His heterosexual fantasies are more clear. He imagines feeling his class-mates' breasts and buttocks, and fucking them. He has once seen his sister naked, and she figures among his dreams...not surprising to us, who have also seen her naked! He sometimes dreams he is being used as a plaything by his Headmistress, a strong and stern woman well into middle age. As I say, and apt candidate. Therese knew it was her day today. As she was led by Sergeant Abouna, the leading chain fixed to the ring that they had clipped to her labia, the chain pulled teasing at her cunt and she wondered if a cock would soothe the raging fire there. She had been fucked in the mouth and arse so many times, had had her cunt sucked or fingered to completion so many times, yet still that urgent lust in her loins. Sergeant Abouna opened the door to what Therese remembered as the Council Chamber. Her eyes widened when she saw her initiation was to have an audience, but she lay on the bed, docile, as directed. All these men and women had seen her naked before,: indeed they had caressed her and made her do things with them. She felt no embarrassment now. In fact, their presence was exciting. She knew the effect her body had on grown men and women, and her ability to please was becoming a source of pride to her. A leather blindfold was strapped around her head, and she heard the usual click of a padlock behind her head. The same fingers removed her leading chain. 'Any word, any sound other than those of pleasure, and you will be zapped!' Outside the great oak doors, which had been shut behind Therese, a slender boy led by an identical chain from his leather collar in his case and accompanied by two silent, sinister guards in that fetishist's-delight of a uniform, was halted and blindfolded. He knew better than to protest, or even to enquire, after twenty-four hours acquaintance with the painful probes at his guards' waists. A hand grasped his bottom, and he heard both men laugh. Another hand on his bottom, squeezing, and a hand on his cock. He was becoming hard. He was ashamed, but he had been wondering at the shape of those men, under their satin pouches. Were they, like him, shaven, or were they hairy? Sometimes he had been able to make out the shape of their helmeted cocks under the satin. Their naked, muscular bodies reminded him of his soccer coach, Mr Carstairs. He was sure they would play with his cock if he asked them, unlike Mr Carstairs. He had never dared ask Mr Carstairs, though he had managed to arrange for them to be alone in the showers. The coach had looked, but not touched. Another grope at his body returned him to the present. His own cock was erect. He had noticed over the two days his cock had been in an almost continual state of near-erection. A guilty thought, the sight of a half-hidden cock, or the sly touch of one of his guards was all it took now to make him hard. 'Not a sound, boy. The slightest sound, little Bonbon, and you will get some more of this.' Pain wracked him momentarily, and his scream warned the audience their show was about to start, even as the great doors opened. There was a suppressed gasp of admiration as the lad stood framed by the door, his cock pointing at the room. Velcro was torn and corded knots loosened as the staff prepared to enjoy their show. The boy was led to the central bed, where his bride awaited. His chain was removed, and he was pushed onto the bed, his hands feeling for some secure hold, and slapping into the girl's belly and one breast. She was ready for him; he found himself enfolded in her arms, her breasts pressing into his chest as her lips fastened to his. She had been expecting a man, hoping to feel the mat of thick hair that would show one of her jailers was to have her. But this body she held was smooth and slender. More like a girl's she thought. His hands were reaching between them, feeling her breasts. She reached between them and found his cock. It felt big to her. This was what she had wanted ever since that first day of the implant. She rubbed it in her slit, and it slipped in. He gasped as he felt the warm, tight wetness engulf his cock and start to fulfil those night-time dreams of girls' bodies. Instinct took over, and laying now on top of her, he fucked her like a veteran, his belly crashing into hers with every thrust. Her lips sought his again, and her tongue was in his mouth. Her finger nails clawed at his shoulders, and her nipples teased his as their breasts squeezed together. Faster and faster, until he felt and heard her coming under him. His own orgasm built like a coiled spring inside him until it could be controlled no longer and he spurted into her, a complete, balls draining cum. At the moment of their greatest ecstasy rough hands undid their blindfolds. The watching lechers saw the sudden recognition in her eyes, the look of horror in his: cocks twitched, and clits hardened at the sight. 'Sis!' 'Pierre!' Leaping off her, he knelt beside her stammering his regrets, his cock still erect and glistening. 'No! No!' The girl almost screamed at the sudden emptiness of her vagina. She must have some more! She threw herself at him, knocking him over backwards. His cock did not seem as big now she could see it, but she had to have it again. Her midnight fantasies had often been of her naked brother, and now she knew what he looked like erect. Astride him, he saw and felt her slip her cunt over his cock, till her arse rested on his belly and she was fully impaled. Her eyes glittered and there was a smile on her face. 'My turn, now, my brother!' The audience watched enthralled as she fucked him, rising and then falling heavily onto him. His hips moved slightly, but mostly he lay back and enjoyed. He watched her tits jiggling above him, and reached up with both hands to fondle them, increasing her pleasure and the force with which she shagged him. She watched him, his eyes shut and his head rolling side to side. Then his eyes opened and a look almost of rage crossed his face. She knew this look. She had seen it so often over the days of her imprisonment. He was about to come. And so was she. His hips now moved up to meet her, and she pounded on his chest in her passion. His hands grasped her tits almost painfully. She came, grinding her pelvis against his, and felt him come in her. They collapsed, her laying on top of him, panting and throbbing together. Rough hands separated them. She was led away by a jailer, but the other man joined him on the bed. It was the jailer who had felt his bottom in the corridor, who had reminded him of the soccer coach, the centre of so many of his fantasies. 'Now me, my little Bonbon. Still hard? Good!' This was so different, the man's harsh lips against his, the hairy body replacing that silky smooth one. 'You're a pretty little toy, Bonbon. Kiss me.' He had his hand on the boy's cock, and the lad could feel his hairy legs as they intertwined his own smooth limbs. He shut his eyes, and imagined it was his own Mr Carstairs fondling him, as he had so often dreamed before. The two men, his jailer and his soccer coach, became intermingled in his disorientation. His cheek was pressed against that sturdy, matted chest, the tiny point of a nipple sharp on his cheek. Without thinking, he closed his lips on it, sucking and kissing. 'Please, sir, let me...' He wanted to make love with this male, but was shy. His mouth was roughly kissed again and his hand grasped, forced between them, and onto that huge cock wedged between their two bodies. So much bigger than Charlot's he thought. 'My tender little Bonbon. Of course. Mmmmm...' The male moved and now his prickly chin was tickling a smooth, tanned thigh as he kissed the places which till that very morning had been clothed in a fine black fuzz, but were now shaved white, and shining with a light oil. He felt his balls being licked, and then the skin of his scrotum gently pulled by lips and nibbling teeth. The man's cock was close to Pierre's face as they lay together, and he could see that the shaft, and also those huge balls had been shaved, so they stood clean and clear amid the rest of the matted body hair. Again, he was astounded at the size of an erect adult cock. He had only seen Mr Carstairs without an erection, and the boys in his class who sometimes got hard in the showers after soccer were no larger than himself or Charlot. He had completely forgotten the watchers from their horseshoe of couches. If he had raised his eyes to them, he would have seen that several sex-slaves, male and female trainees, had come into the room, and were occupying most of the attention of the jail staff. He nuzzled that shining cock with his cheek, and at that very moment felt his new lover take his cock in his mouth. Just the knob at first, licking and nibbling, but then the whole shaft, slipping into his mouth through pursed lips. With a tongue working on his shaft, Pierre thought it was better than the feel even of his sister's cunt. He nuzzled closer to the prick. The jailer slid the boy's cock from his mouth for a moment and looked at it. Everything about the boy was fine and delicate. His slender body, silky skin, and above all this small, straight cock with its hairless, white shaft and its pink helmet. Why had his parents had him cut, he wondered. 'Suck me, little Bonbon. Suck me like I suck you.' It seemed so natural to suck, though the size would make his jaw ache soon, he thought. But there was not long to wait before, for the first time, he felt the spunk spurt in his mouth. He had tasted his own, of course, and once licked a gob of it from Charlot's body. Charlot had protested that it was "girly" to do that and he had never again tried. This was saltier and thicker. And there was so much more. It kept on coming as he swallowed and swallowed. His cock was not being sucked, and he could hear muttered endearments and expressions of pleasure as legs twitched against him with each throw of the cum. He felt a sudden pride in his ability to satisfy this adult. The thought went through his mind. 'I'm a cock-sucker now' he thought, and to his amazement felt no shame. He was still aroused, and was trying to rub his hard cock against the man's face. He felt a tongue licking the hard bit between his balls and his arse, and then to his wonder felt a wet kiss on his arsehole. A pointed tongue licked around in a circle, and gently, so gently penetrated him. He giggled as it tickled. He found he was able to get his face under the man's balls, and tentatively he licked too. He liked it. He liked it done to him, and he liked the feel of his own tongue slipping through the tangled hair, and into the muscular anus. 'You're ready, Bonbon. Don't go away. I won't be long.' For the first time, Pierre noticed what was going on around him. His sister was being fucked by a large, very hairy warder. He couldn't see her face because a muscular black guy was standing by her head; in fact she had her arms around one of his sturdy legs. By the look of his cock, standing almost so it touched his flat belly, he was going to have her as soon as his colleague had done. Of the other staff he knew, the Governor was being sucked by a tiny Chinese girl, and the Doctor was fucking a kneeling blonde boy. Major Ducrois was sucking an Indian-looking girl, and being fucked by another jailer. Every couch was occupied by two or three figures, all beautiful or handsome, and all fucking or sucking. His jailer returned, and rolled him over onto his stomach. His buttocks were being massaged, especially right in the crease. Oil was being rubbed into his anus. He knew what was coming. Not even in his dreams of Mr Carstairs had he imagined this could happen to him. Yet his fear was mixed with excitement, his heart beating, and a tight feeling in his chest. A finger entered him, and moved slowly in and out. More. A thumb? Two fingers? He wriggled his hips. 'You're ready. Relax and enjoy it. It will be better that way.' The shock was intense, but the pain soon passed, and it was chiefly just boring, laying there while the massive brute laboured away behind him. He could feel the man's excitement rise and finally knew he had come inside him. The guard fixed his chain again, and led him from the room. He still had not come, and was erect. None of the preoccupied people in the room noticed them leave. ......................................................... Weeks passed, and the brother and sister had almost forgotten life outside the prison. Sexual servitude had become second nature to them, and they had no ambitions beyond pleasing whichever adult was using them. As Doctor Poitevin had forecast, the merest suggestion of a whipping would arouse them, while Sweetie had become multi-orgasmic, and Bonbon a repeater. Their training was complete, but the staff took such pleasure in their compliant bodies that their inevitable departure was delayed, and then postponed again. Typically, we find them in bondage. Suspended from two ceiling hooks so their feet just touched the ground, leather ball gags in their mouths, and spreader bars between their shackled ankles, they are placed in the corridor between the cells and the Council Chamber, the busiest in the prison. They are available for any jailer, or visitor for that matter, who happens to pass by. Bonbon, now accustomed to his new name, watches jealously as a passing warder untrusses and has his first fuck of the day, shagging Sweetie from the front. Bonbon is stark naked, but his sister has been dressed provocatively in tarty black high heels, black stockings and open-crotch knickers. She swings too and fro as the warder lazily fucks her, standing still and swinging her on and off his erect cock. The jealousy turns almost to frustration when a second warder, female, stops and picks up the eight-thonged whip lying convenient between the two slaves, and thrashes his sister's satin-clad buttocks in time with the fucking. Bonbon tries to wiggle his hips, to draw attention to his hard little cock, so ready for sex. Later, it is Sweetie who has to watch in frustration as a female warder and a chained trainee enjoy her brother, she sucking him while the pretty boy shags him from behind. They are never again allowed to fuck each other. Never, even, to touch each other. ..................................................................... It was probably nearly a year after their arrival that they were led to the vaulted Council Chamber for the last time. The Governor, Major Ducrois and the Doctor, in their provocative uniforms, were talking to a tall, elegant man, heavily built, but with a clearly expensive dark suit. The two sex-slaves stared in amazement. This was the first person they had seen 'normally' dressed for all those months. It was strange! The Governor was speaking. 'Minister, we deeply appreciate the support The Ministry of the Interior gives our establishment. With your help we are accomplishing great things.' 'My dear lady, The President has been most enthusiastic. He has been so pleased with the product of your programme, you sent him eighteen months ago. He says she has made a new man of him. Thirty years knocked off his age.' 'The first of our real successes. But I can assure you our conditioning techniques are being constantly improved under the guidance of the good Doctor Poitevin.' Poitevin smiled smugly. 'These two are perhaps our best products to date. Docile and obedient, avid to serve, unquestioning, ever- aroused, and above all, breath-takingly lovely. We should like to present them to you, Minister, as a token of our gratitude.' 'That is insanely generous, my dear lady. What are they worth on the market?' 'Sold in the States, where the market for female slaves is strongest, Sweetie would be one hundred thousand dollars. In the Middle East, or England, where prices for boy-slaves are best, Bonbon would make eighty thousand.' 'Strange, girls are worth more than boys!' 'Market forces, Minister. And if you think about it, the girl can take it in the mouth and arse like the boy, but also in the cunt. Both are bisexual, of course.' 'On the other hand, the boy has this.' The Minister handled the stiff, little cock. 'Which both my wife and myself so delight in feeling inside us! I shall buy them from you. Using State money, of course. Not my own!' He laughed. 'My wife will be overjoyed.' He looked them over, and caught himself licking his lips. The boy had shining black hair, down to his shoulders. His whole body was, of course naked of any hair, and his little cock stood hard in front of him. Apart from the collar round his neck, his left nipple had been pierced for a small gold ring, from which hung the light chain that had been used to lead him. It looked as if the base of his scrotum had also been pierced, for a larger gold ring. She had blonde hair, even longer, almost to her waist. It was tied behind her neck, so it did not hide her matchless breasts. Her shaven cunt was pierced through its outer lips for one gold ring, which too had a leading chain. 'Major Ducrois has, I believe checked out the security of your Chateau in the Alps? 'Indeed.' He laughed again. 'And checked out my wife as well, I believe.' 'Now, now Minister! You will have your little joke, and as I recall, you had your wicked way with me as well!' 'That's fixed then. They will be delivered to you within the week. Would you like to sample the goods now?' He looked again at the two teenagers, standing so quiet and demure. He imagined that pretty young lad shagging his sister while he himself slipped his cock between the boy's silky buttocks. Or perhaps he should fuck the girl himself, and accept that slender cock into his own rectum. But the politician's instinct took over, and he realized what he must say. 'That would be very pleasant, but I have plenty of time for that. I shall be spending much of the summer at the Chateau, and expect to have many delightful hours with them. No, my dear lady. What would really please me would be for you to join me naked on that couch over there.' The Governor simpered like a young girl. 'Oh Minister...' She was in his arms, feeling for the erection under his immaculately pressed trousers. 'And perhaps Major Ducrois could bind the two of them, and thrash them slowly with one of her whips, to add piquancy to our fucking.' FIN (Though one day we may record details of life at the Chateau.)