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Subject: {ASSM} The Law Chapter 3 (RP) (MMMM/ffff tort, rape, ws)
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I originally posted this story back in 2003, but considering the very
frightening events happening in the United States, I thought it was
worth a repost.  If you think that this story could not become a
reality, I'd like to point you to who is currently sitting on the
Supreme Court, who could still make more appointments should someone
die, and an abortion law that was just passed in South Dakota.  If you
don't think the way we are moving in the US is a bad thing, I invite
you to visit Iran.  You'll fit right in.

Chapter 3

Jon sat back and watched Ed snap a collar around each captive's neck.
 From this point on, their given names would not be used. He had little
hope that the women could be permanently trained to enjoy the perverse
sexual abuse they would be subject to. The teens were a different
story. He was quite sure he'd be able to permanently train them. He was
equally sure that they could all be broken, but he didn't want that to
happen. It would ruin his long term plans.

Naturally each one struggled as Ed put on the collar - with one
exception: Ann, who stood oddly quiet. Both Ed and Jon noted that with
suspicion. He stepped back when he was finished and Jon stood and
walked forward stopping in front of Ann.

"Now," he said, "just in case anyone thought I'd forgotten about this
slave's actions..." He held out his hand to Ed for the prod. The women
all began shaking their heads frantically.

"Slave," he said looking at Ann, "Make sure you watch this lesson. It
was your disobedience that prompted it."

He started with her mother, then moved on to Patricia, shocking each
three times, usually in very sensitive places. Then he moved to Elaine.
Jon was able to keep an eye on Ann from the corner of his eye while
moving toward Elaine. Ed too, was watching Ann. Each time he pressed
the prod against Elaine's skin, he saw that Ann was carefully watching.
She didn't wince or look away even once. When Jon pressed the prod
against Elaine's underarm, he saw Ann's nostrils flair. When he pressed
it to Elaine's mons and breast, he had Ann's full attention.
Interesting.

Jon handed the prod to Ed and said, as he walked away, "Put them away
for the night."

Jon sat down and watched the monitors as Ed and the boys prepared the
slaves for their first night in captivity. He winced as he removed the
skin mask from his face. He sighed thinking once again that his program
was ambitious and that it was unlikely that the women would be able to
be trained as he wanted. Oh he knew that he'd be able to train them to
perform certain acts and even enjoy them, to some degree. Ed had too
many high tech toys and too much expertise for the women to escape
conditioning completely. The teens, on the other hand were far more
likely to be permanently changed. Also he was beginning to have some
suspicions about Ann.

Ed put each of the women in a cage that was only just big enough for
them if they lay on their back and had their knees pulled toward their
shoulders. He strapped each on down, ensuring that their legs were held
open and arms and legs firmly attached to the cage. He also pulled the
gagging materials out of their mouths, leaving in the ring gags, and
fed each of them water. But it wasn't only water that they received.
Each received a one month dose of contraceptive.

It was common in Europe. Not too expensive either. Which was why the
American drug companies, in combination with people who didn't want
effective contraceptive, had managed to keep the FDA from approving it.
One dose would last a month, and Jon knew from their medical histories
that none of the women were on any contraceptive.

Ed stacked each of the cages on top of one another in a closet designed
for that purpose. It had a drain in the bottom, but the bottom cage,
unlike the ones on top of it, had a closed bottom. Each of the cages
were placed facing in opposit directions and in between each slaves
legs a small shield was put up. That way, when they pissed during the
night, it would hit the plate and drip down on the face of the one
below. The person in the bottom cage would receive the worst of it.
Ann, was, of course, in the bottom cage. Her mother was above her, then
Elaine, then finally, Patricia. By morning Ann would find herself in an
uncomfortable puddle, not to mention the face that they all still had
in ring gags which forced open their mouths. It would be an
uncomfortable night for them. Ed closed the doors, plunging them into
darkness. The monitors picked up the sound of weeping. Jon was able,
using the IR cameras, to have quite a clear picture of what they were
doing. Each one looked very unhappy. Only Ann was quiet and didn't seem
to be crying.

Jon met Ed at the door when he finished with the slaves.

"I'm going to bed now," he said.

"OK," replied Ed. "We'll keep an eye on them."

"What do you think?"

"Heh. Well, Ann's gonna be interesting. I think she's into this kinky
shit. Her mother's not gonna be easy though. That one has no drive at
all. Plus, I think we can use Elaine to work on Ann. Patricia's a wild
card. She's no stranger to a dick, that's for sure. But I doubt that
she's into kink - I think her husband likes to fuck her and I think she
likes it too, but wouldn't admit it to Kelly. Elaine being a virgin's
gonna make it interesting. She should be simple to train."

Jon nodded. If he was disturbed by what was going to happen, he didn't
show it. Ed wondered what had driven Jon to set all this up. All he
really cared about was payment for services rendered. The fact that he
was getting to fulfill many of his fantasies was icing on the cake.

They started late the next morning. There was no hurry. There were loud
moans from the small room when the door was opened and the smell of
piss wafted out. Jon waited as Ed and Ben unstacked the cages. Ann, of
course, was in the worst shape, since she had been on the bottom. Her
hair and body were soaked, since the bottom of her cage was solid, she
was laying in a puddle.

Jon turned to Ed. "Wash these pigs off and get them ready to test."

He sat down in his chair to watch. If the women thought they'd be
released to get washed, they were wrong. Ed and Ben took hoses and
sprayed them down with hot water. Since the room was so hot, using cool
water would have been a relief and relief was one thing the slaves were
not going to get.

Ann was let out of her cage first, roughly dried with a towel, then
chained kneeling in front of Jon. Her restraints were replaced with
different ones, to keep her from getting chafed too much. Some chaffing
was unavoidable. She was warned not to speak and her ring gag was
removed. As Ed bent her forward to unlock her gag he did something that
Jon didn't see. This caused Ann to try and sit upright, but his massive
hand kept her from moving.

"Das whut ah thought, boss," he said. "Dis one's soaked. Needs a cock
she does."

Jon thought that was very, very interesting. "Perhaps later, Ed," he
his response. Ann was squirming, but making no sound and Ed's hand
moved back and forth. Even from where Jon sat, he could tell that Ed
was playing with the teen's pussy.

The men set each slave in position and then Ed put a bowl in front of
each one. With an indelible ink marker, he marked each bowl with a
number. Jon could tell they were still feeling the pain from a night
spent tied in one position.

"Now you bitches listen up. Ah bet you needs to piss. So 'member the
number on th' bowl in front of you. If ah catch ya usin' a bowl that
ain't yours, yer gonna be drinkin' piss fer a month, get it?"

Heads nodded, except for Ann who muttered something.

Ed unclipped a whip from his belt and slapped the teen hard on her
back. The whip was designed to sting and from her cry it obviously did.

"Ah said no talken."

Ann glared at him, but said nothing. Ed flipped the whip out again and
caught Patricia's tits causing her to gasp.

"You remember you ain't th' only one who's gitten punished." He
continued," Now, as ah wus sayin', you need ta piss, you gets yo own
bowl and piss in it. You makes sure you ask permission from one of us,
first. When you got's ta shit, you use th' hole in th' back, and you
ask permission first."

"This is outrageous! How dare you do this to us! You have no..." Ben
moved very quickly to silence Kelly's outrage by shoving a gag in her
mouth.

"Way to go Mom. Fucking idiot," muttered Ann. Jon and Ed both heard
that and Ann was silenced the same as her mother.

"You white bitches is fuckin' stupid, ain't you? " He looked at Jon and
said, "We gonna punish dem now or wait?"

"Wait, I think. We have a lot to do this morning, and, considering
their inability to follow simple rules, it's going to take a while.
Perhaps missing this morning's meal would be a good start for them
though."

"Sounds good. You hear dat? Cuz you can't keep yo big mouths shut, none
of you get's fed dis mornin'. "

Ann looked sullen and Kelly was red with anger. Elaine and Patricia
were silent, but Elaine was crying. Again.

"Now, befo we start trainin' you bitches we gotta know what you doan
know. I'm bettin' you doan know shit. So you gonna get a test."

Jon stood and walked forward. "It's a simple test," he said. "So for
each wrong answer, you'll get one strike from the cane. There are
twenty questions, and I'm sure that you want to answer the questions
correctly since the cane hurts a lot. In fact, Ben here is going to
give you each a free hit, just so you know what you'll be in for if you
screw up. It's not multiple choice and unanswered questions are
considered wrong.'

Ed and Ben bent each slave over and fasten their collars to the floor
in front of them. In the end, all their asses were in the air. Then Jon
gave them each one smack with the cane. He hit them hard enough to
cause a welt, but not to cut them. Each cried out loudly. When he was
finished they were let up and chained further apart so that they
couldn't see each others papers. One hand was released, their off hand,
and they were given the test and a pencil.

"You have a half hour to finish. "

There were many things that could be found out about a person using
computer and databases, but their sexual knowledge wasn't one of them.
Jon and Ed wanted some idea of what their captives knew about sex.
Hence the test.

The tests were removed after half an hour and Jon and Ed looked them
over. Only one had no mistakes - Ann's of course. Kelly had three
wrong, Patricia, surprisingly, only one. Elaine had gotten fully half
of them wrong. Jon announced the results to the kneeling slaves, saving
the fact that Ann had none wrong for last. Her mother gave her a dirty
look and Ann turned red and stared at the floor.

"Well, that means that each of you will get fourteen from the cane."
They all looked up in astonishment. "Didn't you listen to what I said?
Each wrong answer would be punished with a stroke from the cane." They
were all shaking their heads frantically in denial. Jon shook his head
sadly. "I know. It's not fair is it. Well, life tends not to be."
Turning to Ed and Ben he said, "String them up in a square so they can
each watch the caning. Ten to the back, four to the front."

Jon went to sit in the chair as Ben grabbed Patricia and pulled her to
where she'd been chained the night before. Arms above her head and legs
spread wide, she was completely open to the cane. Ed walked over to
consult with Jon. He nodded his agreement and in the end Kelly was
chained facing Patricia and Elaine and Ann were on opposite sides of
the square facing each other.

Ann was caned first, taking ten strokes which welted her ass and
thighs. Ed took his time though and made sure to play with the girl's
pussy in between strokes. Jon wondered if she got any pleasure out of
it, or it the caning hurt too much. Ed's fingers, however, were able to
slid easily into the girl even after each breast received a stroke and
her stretched belly got the last two. The teen was panting hard, her
face red as, after the last stoke welted her smooth stomach, Ed's
fingers rubbed her clit and shaven lips. There were no tears in her
eyes.

Ben, meanwhile, had started to bind Kelly's large breasts. They were
rock hard by the time he was finished, each base tightly constricted
and her nipples thick and erect. He was whispering in her ears the
entire time as her eyes were glued to Ann. Patricia and Elaine looked
on in terror.

Kelly was next. Jon admired her form. The soft, slight roundness of her
lower belly was gone since she was stretched so much, and her large
breasts, swollen from their bonds stood out quite nicely. Her caning
was much harder than what Ann had received and her bound breasts each
got two. She was crying at the end and Ed's fingers were quite dry when
they slid between the folds of her cunt.

Patricia was next. She had no gag and screamed and yelled as she was
caned. Fingers between her thighs also yielded no evidence of arousal -
something that surprised no one. Finally it was Elaine's turn. Jon got
up and stood behind where Ann and Ed stood. Ben walked behind Elaine to
begin when a weeping Patricia cried out.

"No, Please! Not my daughter! Please! Do it to me, instead."

Jon waked up to Patricia.

"Now you want to take responsibility for your daughter? Did you know
that one of the questions she got wrong was a simple true or false? It
stated, A woman cannot get pregnant the first time she has sex. Where
were you when she needed someone to explain her body to her? Certianly,
since all the school programs were cut using your money she learned
nothing in school. I bet that first time she had her period, you gave
her a book to tell her what to do."

Patricia turned red and looked at the floor. "Sex is dirty. It's a
wife's duty to put..."

"Shut up." Jon cut her off. "You disgust me." He walked over to stand
by Ann.

"Please, please, don't hit my daughter. Please hit me, I'll take her
punishment."

"Gag her Ben."

Patricia continued to protest as Ben gagged her. "Since she wants to
share her daughter's punishment, give her fourteen more. Then fourteen
to Elaine."

Elaine just broke down and started pleading. Jon said, "If you make
anymore noise, we'll gag you as well."

Patricia was given fourteen more, her ass and the backs of her thighs
covered with welts. This time her breasts received the last four and
she was almost hanging from her wrists when it was over.

"Yo cunt, you'd best stand up or ahm gonna really give it to yo kid."
Pulling the plug out of the ring gag allowed Patricia to breath more
easily and she struggled to her feet.

Finally Ben approached the sobbing Elaine. At his first strike on her
ass she pissed herself, urine soaking her legs.

"You know, we're gettin' tired of you pissin' yo self. You gonna clean
that up later," drawled Ben.

Meanwhile, at each strike of the cane, Ed was whispering things into
Ann's ear and playing with her sex. She was quiet wet by now.

"See dad bitch? You lak watchin' her hurt doancha? Doan you wish you
was between them legs, suckin' on dad virgin pussy while ol' Ben dere's
whippin' her?"

His fingers were on the teen's clit as he said this. Finally, by the
tenth crack of the cane, Ann was moaning and starting to grind her hips
into Ed's fingers. As Ben whipped the fourteen year old's small breasts
with the cane, Ed's other hand was playing with Ann's swelling breasts
and hard nipples. Jon thought that she was actually going to have an
orgasm, but Ed didn't allow that.

Finally it was done and they were chained on their hands and knees
again. Ray and Ron had come in and helped chain them - except for the
sobbing Elaine. Ben had been playing with her pussy in between caning
her. There was little doubt that it had had some effect. The
inexperienced girl's body was stunned by the pain, and the soft rubbing
and touching of her sex felt good and that confused her.

That didn't mean she was happy when Ben made her lick her piss off the
floor. Of course, she couldn't come close to cleaning it all, and Ron
handed her a bucket and a rag to clean the rest.

"Continue on guys, and enjoy yourselves, " said Jon. "I'll be back when
you've finished the rest of the preparations."

Jon sat down to eat something while watching the slaves be put through
their next trial the monitor.

Ann was first. Jon could hear Ed through the microphone talking dirty
to the teen as she was tied with her legs spread. Ron played with her
nipples, sucking and tweaking them and Ed used her own lubricant to
arouse her clit. Jon knew she was trying to fight her arousal, but it
was obvious that it was a loosing battle for the girl. They poured hot
wax on her pubic hair and pulled it out strip by strip. He wasn't sure,
but it was possible that they'd forced her to have an orgasm a wax
strip pulled out the last of her pubic hair. Since having her hair
pulled out surely hurt like hell, Jon would have been astonished if
they'd made her cum.

Kelly was tied to an X frame which was tilted almost horizontally. Ben
ran clippers through the forest of her pubic hair. When he judged it
the right length, he poured strips of hot wax across her pubic mound,
then lifted it off, removing the hair. It took a while and her mons was
beet red when he finished. Kelly was non too happy either. Ron had used
various clamps on her bloated nipples and a taws on her still bound
breasts while her hair was being removed. All in all, it was very
painful. She was tied tightly into a ball when they were finished with
her.

Patricia was next - her neatly trimmed hair being roughly pulled out by
the hot wax. They had a good time playing with her pussy, which got
mildly wet.

Finally it was Elaine's turn. Ed had taken the time to tightly bind
Ann's wrists behind her and to use Japanese rope bondage to compress
her C cup breasts. Like her mother's, her nipples were quite swollen
and sensitive. Ed then forced her between Elaine's spread legs, her
face close enough to smell the other girl's cunt. Elaine had stopped
crying and was squirming quite a bit in her bonds. Jon focused one
camera on Elaine and the other on Ann. He was also able to hear the
conversation between Ed and Ann.

"You like dad, doan cha slut."

Ann shook her head, her gag having been replaced with a harsher ball
gag that pulled her lips back tightly.

"Oh no? Den how come that little puss of yours is soaked?" Ed was
rubbing two fingers together in front of Ann's face. They were soaked
with her juices. "You ain't lyin' ta me, are ya? Cuz you know you get
punished fer dat."

Ann was moaning - evidently Ed's other hand was busy between her wide
spread thighs.

"We gonna watch the show up nice and close. See? Ben's makin' your
friend's cunt a little wet. Soon, we gonna pour nice hot wax all over
dat mound. Dat way, when you suck dat cunt, you doan get no hair in
your mout."

Ann was shaking her head wildly, but Jon could see her eyes were glued
to her friend's slowly moistening cunt. The men were ruthless, playing
with each teen's body in ways that they had never experienced. Ed was
especially rough with Ann's nipples, but she seemed to have no problem
with that. Jon was disturbed to find that he was hard once again. He
knew that at some point, he would have to engage in sex with each of
the women, but he never expected to get anything out of it, except
revenge. He was disturbed to discover a sexual response in himself.

Ann was played with the entire time they stripped Elaine's pubic hair
with the wax. Elaine was again confused by the sensations running
through her body. She was sweating and moaning in pain by the time her
sparse hair had been removed by the wax, but her cunt was quite wet
from Ben's expert manipulations. Ed finally forced an orgasm from Ann
after the last of the pubic hair had been removed from Elaine. He held
her face right in Elaine's wet cunt, almost touching it and masturbated
her to orgasm. Every gasping breath inhaled the younger teen's scent.

She was sobbing when he was finished. "Tha's right. You a slut, plain
and simple. I cain wait ta see how you gonna treat a dick."

That pronouncement got everyone's attention. While they had assumed
they'd be raped, somehow that casual statement brought it all home.

The rest of the day was spent introducing the slaves to their new
'home'. They were given more rules that they would be living by, shown
the exercise room that they would be using once a day. Shown the
punishment cells and the cells that they'd be kept in when they weren't
being used. It was important that they remained fit and healthy for
their stay - physically at least. Eventually, they were ungagged and
warned that speaking would be cause for punishment and gagging. They
were fed and watered as well. They all had to piss at some point and
were made to do so in front of the men and their fellow slaves, legs
spread wide open for people to get the best view. Patricia had to shit
at one point and they made her squat over the hole in the floor -
actually a Turkish toilet, which was a novel experience for the
socialite. Again, everyone was made to watch, more to embarrass the
woman than for any other reason.

Eventually it was time to put them to bed again. They had determined
that there would be an odd schedule for the slaves. They would have no
way of telling night from day and they wouldn't be getting a
comfortable night's sleep for a while, that was for sure. But that was
not the only thing that was planned for them. Ed loved high tech toys
and with Jon's budget he'd been able to get some that weren't readily
available.

First was some headgear for each slave. It had goggles that simulated a
wide screen TV and speakers that covered each ear. They'd also gotten a
nice belt that strapped around their waist. Attached to that was a
crotch strap that any number of toys could be attached to. The one that
was being used tonight slid a thin sensor up each slave's cunt. It was
able to detect moisture and the electrical impulses that would signal
muscle clenches. Basically, it would detect an approaching orgasm. At
this point several things could be done, but for now, all it would do
would be to stop the gentle vibrations being applied to each slave's
clit. Later, it would do other things.

The headphones in each piece of headgear were hooked to a very nice
computer. Ed was trying out some other training techniques. For
tonight, and most likely the next several nights, subliminal messages
mixed in with soft white noise would whisper things in their ears as
they were sexually stimulated. The whispering would stop when the
vibrators stopped. Jon placed little stock in this training technique,
but Ed had always wanted to try something like it, so they were using
it now.

The slaves were to be left alone for the next six hours. Jon knew that
it was important for all of his trainers to look alert when the slaves
were awake and being trained. This might be difficult, but they would
do it. After a few days they'd be able to take rotating shifts, because
the slaves would most likely be too disoriented and exhausted to keep
effective track of what was going on. These next weeks would be
interesting, that was for sure.

End Chapter 3

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