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				21st Century Subterranean Slavery
							Part I
						       By Reavan
A young woman is drugged in a bar, abducted and sold into sexual
slavery in a secret underground facility along with hundreds of other
slaves. She's coerced into total submission by various means including
severe beatings and total isolation in a pitch dark rat infected
concrete pit for days on end. She is then, after a brief period of
intense practical training and motivational conditioning, displayed,
chained in a line-up for selection by rich client who can lease her
body for the night. The lessee has a historical master's rights of sex
and the riding crop, subject to an escalating fee schedule, scaled to
the number and severity of bruises.


MF, FF, BD, rape, coer, slave, (MM= very little, mainly to establish
the warden's haracter)


	She came to shivering with a hung-over feeling, opening and closing
her eyes without seeing anything. What happened to her? Was she date
raped; was she blind?


	Her mind was in a daze, vaguely recalling a nightclub in Las Vegas
and a drink with a hot guy. She shook her head and recalled agreeing
to visit another nightspot with a dance floor, then getting into a
taxi. She searched her memory desperately for more but drew a blank.


	She was stark naked lying on a hard wooden surface wearing handcuffs.
They were flat iron lined with something soft and connected with a
short chain. There were braces on her ankles and neck as well. She
stared hard seeing nothing and then groped around her; there were no
blankets and her bed if you could call it that was barely wide or
long enough for her body. She turned on her side and curled up in the
fetal position trying to get warm.


	Still shivering she sat up feeling around. Her bed was no more than
six inches above a damp concrete floor. She rose very carefully and
touched her head on a rough concrete ceiling. Where was she, in a
bunker? The ceiling was maybe five feet to her six foot-two. She
crouched and moved unsteadily on the dirty floor only to find a
natural rock face wall and then worked her way around the space. No
more that six by eight feet. No door or other opening; was she
entombed alive? She shuddered, was this it; had someone drugged and
raped her and then left her to die, but then why the braces? Why was
she being kept like a rat in a cage? She sat on the bed shivering,
lifting her feet off the cold floor hugging her knees.


	She had no sense of time in the dark; it could be hours, days or
weeks. Hunger never entered her mind; she knew seven days was
curtains without water. She wasn't thirsty so maybe it was only
hours; she tried to relax maybe someone would release her soon. She
suddenly noticed a sore spot on the front of one thigh but in the
total darkness there were no way to tell what it was. Had she
struggled and got hurt somehow?


	A million thoughts raced through her mind as the hours dragged by but
nothing made sense.  Was she being held for ransom? Her adopted
parents had been killed in a traffic accident two years before. Their
estate had been sued since her father was blamed for the incident;
they took the house and everything, leaving her with nothing. No one
she knew would or could pay for her release. She was between jobs and
apartments, nobody would miss her, save a couple of girl friends; one
she'd been staying with but the way she had been city hopping, they
would assume she'd just left. Most of her few possessions were in a
lockup at a bus station, the key in her purse.


	After an eternity with only occasional sleep, she heard something
rumbling and sliding in the ceiling then suddenly bright lights
blinded her.


	"Lie on your back female, arms above your head. Spread your legs
wide...wider and don't move!" She obeyed nearly doing the splits
holding her feet off the floor, what choice did she have? It was a
female voice.


	"Please what do you want, why am I here, what have I done?"


	"Silence female or you'll remain in this pit forever!"


	"That's a big one," another woman's voice added in an unfamiliar accent.


	"Oh, she is nice" a third woman, added in the same accent.


	"Lower the pails," it sounded like the first woman. She heard the
sound of metal touching the floor as something soft hit her stomach
with a thump and rolled off on the floor, then a rattle as the hooks
or whatever disconnected from the pails. The ceiling closed to the
hum of an electric motor with the sound of concrete scraping against
concrete and then a clunk.


	After a few minute she noticed a glow. She crouched moving over and
found a small lit candle, some matches, a bottle and a small jar with
a screwed lid in one pail, the other pail was empty reeking of urine,
obviously her toilet but no toilet paper. She used the candle to look
around, finding a small rounded loaf of bread in the wet dirt. She
wiped it and broke off a piece from the inside, chewing on it and
then drank some water out of an ununcapped bottle.



	She remembered her sore thigh and checked it with the candle. They
had branded her at mid thigh with one inch numbers. She stared in
disbelief at: One-eight-six. She felt it deciding it was a tattoo not
a brand. The numbers were set in a rectangular frame shaped like a
carved wooden sign broken at both ends about five inches wide; the
entire tattoo designed to resemble a rough cattle brand. She opened
the small jar and touched the cream, deciding it was for her tattoo,
it did soothe the pain after a while.



	When the ceiling opened again, probably a day later she was ordered
stand with her back to the wall and raise her arms. A hook was
attached to her wrist chain and she was hoisted up to the sound of a
rattling chain. At one point a blindfold was placed over her eyes.
When the chain stopped she screamed as an implement lashed across her
ass cheeks. She screamed four more times, hearing the echo of the
lash and her own screams, in whatever space she was in. She was then
lowered back down and waited, crying with pain and confusion as the
pails were replaced. The ceiling closed again, with that sickening
crunch of concrete sliding on concrete. She assumed the ceiling
opened once a day but she had no idea.


	The next day she was hoisted up again and lashed to tears, without a
single word from her jailers. On the third day she was ordered not to
scream and told the lashes would not stop until she shut up. She
managed to suppress her screaming after nine lashes and they stopped.
She begged them to tell her what they wanted and she got another
lash.


	Every day after that was the same if she didn't scream she got five;
if she did the lashes didn't stop until she stopped screaming or
talking. Why did they beat her when she hadn't refused to cooperate
with whatever they wanted?


	On the ninth day by her reckoning she was hoisted up, blind folded
and two people pulled her over as the hook was disconnected and then
steadied her as she staggered along barely able to walk. She heard
the concrete cover close on her tomb and a few steps later what
sounded like a metal door sliding and them slamming hard.Then the
sound of a noisy freight elevator shaking and moving until it made a
jerky stop. She was then led for a walk turning several times until a
door closed behind her.


	There she was prompted to her knees a chain connected to her neck
collar and the chain between her wrists was removed. She was then
prompted with the neck chain to stand up and an iron ball with part
of its chain placed in her hands. She could feel the chain tugging on
her right ankle brace.


	"You are sex slave number One-eight-six; you have no other name;
mention to anyone what your name was and you will be back in the pit
for five days. You will speak only when spoken to and perform any
imaginable sex act with men or women as commanded directly or return
to the pit!" It was a woman's voice.


	She was then pulled by the neck chain to follow carrying the ball.
She must have staggered about a hundred yards turning several times
and was then prompted to set down the ball. She jerked in shock as
she was hose sprayed with lukewarm water smelling like soap. The
blind fold was removed and she was ordered to sit on a stool and keep
her eyes closed. Someone washed her hair and then rinsed it with the
hose.


	Next she was led to another room carrying her ball and left alone
while large fans blowing like a hurricane drying her body and
eventually her hair. She was then led to another room and ordered to
sit in a salon chair. Her hair was combed and set by a woman in a
hooded robe. While another woman ankle chained to the floor and
wearing only red shorts with her ass cheeks showing, shaved her legs
and arm pits. When finished another ankle-chained female in red
shorts applied some lipstick and a little make up.


	She was then ordered her to pick up the ball and led away. The guard
wore a floor length dark gray almost black hooded robe' the hood
nearly covered her eyes. A chain necklace held several key like items
dangling to her waists line.  She also carried a riding crop attached
by a short strap to her wrist


      She was led through a hall way or tunnel which seemed to be cut
through solid rock to another room and told to set down the ball
and stand on an X painted on the floor. It appeared to be a
doctor's office. There were three other patients standing next
to her, one of them a beautiful blindfolded chesty tranny with a
large penis.


      A woman entered in a lab coat and sat down at a desk. A short
black female wearing those strange shorts and ankle-chained to a
ring in the floor handed her a file. She read part of it.
"One-eight-six your former named is now erased from our records. Let's
see... Six-foot two, one hundred and seventy pounds, age Nineteen, High
school in ...." her voice trailed off as she read silently for a while.
"Last medical check up Chicago February..." Her voices trailed off again
as she picked out a separate page "Ah yes a copy of the doctors
report."


      How could they have that? Her birth control pills were in her
purse but not the doctor's address or his private file on her.
The doctor proceeded with a physical inspection. You had a
complaint with that Doctor about a pain in your side, is that
still a concern?

      "No doctor, just a sore muscle from working out I think."


      "Ah yes fitness training here is compulsory; you'll find our
exercise program strenuous but necessary for maintaining your
body in peak condition for our clients." She felt her breast
almost weighing them with her hands; DD's?"


      "Yes doctor."


      "Nicely shaped too good firm texture, get on the table!" She
obeyed and placed her feet in the stirrups while the Doctor
inserted the speculum. After finishing the examination she began
to finger her erotically. How is your sexual libido; do you
climax readily?"

      "I'm...I'm multi orgasmic Doctor."


      "Very large clitoris, let's see how sensitive?"  She gasped and
nearly climaxed. "Don't hold back `One-eight-six' I need to
ascertain your sexual response level." She stroked her inside
thigh for a while and then manipulated her vagina penetrating
and stroking with two fingers while her other hand fondled her
mound and clit. She moaned a quick climax. The doctor then
stroked the tattoo "Your ID's healing well. At what age did you
first experiment with masturbation?" she began to finger her
nipples and then bend down sucking on one.

      "At twelve or thirteen I think Doctor."


      "That came up well, nice size." She sucked on the other nipple
making it emerge. "What was your sexual orientation?" She
wondered why she said: `was you sexual orientation.'

      "I go both ways Doctor."


      "Equally?"


      "Yes Doctor it makes no difference."


      "Excellent, no forced motivation program required;" she made a
note in her folder. "At what age did you have the first lesbian
encounter; and the ages and ethnic backgrounds of your
partners?"


      "Sixteen, white girls my own age, at first except a couple of
teachers and a neighbor in their late thirties but later I
preferred mostly blacks and Latinos."

      "And male?"


      "Eighteen, oh no seventeen; white at first but mainly blacks as
I got older, my age or younger."



      "I don't know male blacks seem to be more intensely hungry for
my body, though most of them climax too quickly; I usually only
get off only once or twice with them."

      "Were you a virgin with your first male?"



      "No Doctor I broke my hymen with handle of sorts at fourteen I
think." She bent over and kkissed her on the lips.


      "Very nice full lips; let's try that again I need a full
response." She obeyed kissing the doctor passionately returning
her tongue. That's better; how many sex partners' male and
female have you had approximately?"


      "I think about twenty five or thirty females and about the same
number of males maybe less." She kissed her again using her
tongue.


      "Your male sex partners were they tall or short?"


      "Mostly my height or close, I never cared for shorter men."


      "Interesting, you have a good healthy, diverse sex drive with a
gorgeous body. You will be profitable for the syndicate;" she
groped her one breast and inside thigh for a moment while
breathing deeply, "OK, sit up; I want more tongue this time."
She gave her a long passionately kiss and then sat down at her
desk making notes in her folder and on the clipboard. "Guard,"
she handed her the clipboard, "transfer this slave to the
madam's office for further assessment and initiation." She was
led out carrying her ball while she studied another clipboard.



      She was then brought into another office and ordered by the
guard to stand on a painted X in front of a table with her hands
behind her head. There were three other females standing against
a wall in the same position.


      "Ah yes One-eight-six. I am your madam," she emphasized `your'
strongly. It was the voice she'd first heard in the pit; a
midget in her late thirties. She was sitting on a female's ass,
lying on a low bench with her head under the table. Another
female behind her straddled the bench and the bottom female's
thighs forming the live chairs backrest her breasts draped over
the midget's shoulders.


      She scanned the clipboard held by one hand of her backrest,
reading out loud some of the information plus the doctor's
notes. Also her date of birth, her adopted parent's names and
the date they died. Her high school graduation grades and names
of friends and clubs she had belonged to. She then stared at her
critically, scanning her body from head to toe.


"This was your past life, which I herby order you to erase from
memory. You will never speak to anyone about your life, other than
your age, country of birth and general location of your abduction, on
the pains of going back to the pit You are now  One-eight-six a
numbered sex slave who's only purpose in life is to provide sexual
satisfaction to our clients, as well as selected members of the
staff."


      "And if I don't" she snapped back.


      "Guard, throw this disrespectful female in a rat infested pit
for an indeterminate time." She was dragged away by several
guards and taken to the pit. Not blindfolded this time she saw
the huge plug type cover four feet thick that would be hoisted
down to close her tomb. First they fastened short chains between
her wrist and ankle braces. They hoisted her down head first,
half way down telling her to look around the pit after turning
on a light. She screamed while jerking and twisting her body
violently, seeing several large rats scurry into a hole in the
wall. Once the hook was off her chain she crawled onto the bed
trembling in terror while hugging her knees as the pails were
lowered and the concrete cover plug entombed her with the rats.


      She shuddered, cried and screamed for hours before settling
down. Somehow they never bit her but every hour of every day was
a pure hell. Whenever they changed her pails she screamed to let
her out to no avail; she even in her desperation begged to be
lashed. She shook and cried in relief after four days when
hoisted out and continued to tremble and sob while being hosed
and prepared for the madam's office.


      "Well, well let us see...Oh yes...One-eight-six, back from her
vacation. How are the rats? This time we fed them; next time we
won't and there'll be snakes." She shuddered unable to open her
mouth, while the madam leaned back in a pair of white tits while
rocking her body to get more comfortable on a black ass. "Where
were we?" She fingered the nipple of one of the tits hanging
over her shoulder squeezing it hard making the slave winch while
pointing at a clipboard. Her live back rest reached for the
board and held it for the madam while gently caressing one of
her madam's breasts with her other hand. "Oh yes, here we are; I
had just told you the following: You are now a numbered sex
slave who's only purpose in life is to provide sexual
satisfaction to our client's etcetera. Do we...have a problem with
being a totally...subservient and willing sex slave today dear?"
She glared at her with an indifferent arrogance.


      "No...no madam I...I'm v...v...very s...sorry."


      "Oh that is so nice," she purred smiling at her sweetly. Now as
I said, that is what you are, a sex slave and you will submit to
anyone we order you to regardless of age, looks or gender but
more importantly, you...will provide sexual pleasure with
dedication and passion and be totally submissive! You will...love
any and all clients or staff when ordered, as if you were a
teenager in love.


      "Understand this! Your life is no longer a right...but a
privilege...totally owned by the syndicate and managed by me and
the Warden as we see fit. You are simply a piece of merchandise,
like any item in a shopping mall that we lease like any other
business to make a profit.


      "We provide real-life sex-slaves to wealthy clients...not call
girls or prostitutes...pretending or acting the role of sex
slaves; this is the reality of your life, twenty-four seven for
as many years as your body remains sexually desirable to our
clients." She scanned her body critically. "You're nineteen, so
probably for the next ten years you'll spread those long
beautiful legs nearly every day for the pleasure of a client."
She took a deep breath leering at her body the way a man would.


      "We lease you for a fee like any article leased by a business,
cars for instance and just like a car you have absolutely no say
in the transaction. You will submit to any imaginable sex act
ordered which can include physical violence short of drawing
blood. That's right my dear...some of our clients are sadist and
thrive on inflicting pain, usually with...but not limited to the
riding crop, which is standard equipment amongst other toys in
our sex accommodation rooms. I am not going to ask you to agree
or disagree with these conditions, do you know why dear?"

      "Yes madam, I have no choice."


      "That was a wise answer," her expression hardened. "You know by
now the consequence of back talk or any other form of
insubordination. Do you not?"


      "Yes madam I would be thrown in the pit again."


      "I think we have the start of a beautiful relationship, you and
me. I am your madam and along with the Warden, we are God all
mighty to you and you are just One-eight-six, a number and
numbers have no rights and do not express opinions. You are a
non-person. You can of course deny we are Gods and vacation in
the pit anytime if you should foolishly claim to have rights.


      "Since you now seem to be wisely silent in the manner of any
inanimate object, I will as your madam, welcome you to the
reality of slavery. She motioned the slave behind her who lifted
her off her live chair, setting her gently on the floor. She
held out her hand and a riding crop was placed in it; looking
back at the live chair she pointed at the wall with the riding
crop. They both scurried to line up with the other three against
the wall; turning their backs while leaning over, hands high on
the wall, arching their backs and rotating their asses slowly
while moaning expectantly. She then approached One-eight-sic,
smiling sadistically.


      "On you knees slave!" She obeyed and found herself still taller
than the madam who proceeded to weigh and clutch her breast like
the doctor had. I want you to watch and listen very carefully
now. Look at the five female asses being eagerly displayed, what
do you think they are hoping for?"

"I...I Don't know Madam."


      "They are trying to entice me to love them passionately, listen
to their moaning." The moaning then increased. She held the
business end of the riding crop to her mouth. "Moisten the
leather slave it makes the passion so much sweeter. "That's it
lots of spittle," she licked as the madam turned it between her
lips.


      She then proceeded to lash all five females one lash each,
repeating that three times. They gasped with each lash and
thanked her, then moaned and rotated their asses waiting for the
next lash. They did not cry out, turning around and dropping to
their knees when she was done. She then kissed and hugged each
of them while all five moaned passionately. After necking with
and licking the tears of the fifth female she stood back and
motioned for them to stand; she then returned with a strange
trance-like glow on her face. She pushed the crop in between
One-eight-six's thighs and then held her face with both hands.
"I am falling in love with you, One-eight-six" she kissed her
warmly and then pulled back gazing into her eyes with the glazed
expression of a sick puppy.


      "Kiss me passionately One- eight-six, I'm hungry for your love."
She complied desperately trying to avoid the riding crop. "That
was beautiful, I feel a strong passion as if you truly love me;
let me reward you." She pulled the riding crop out and held it
to her lips again. "Here lick it again my true love, the
moisture seems to have dried up." She stuck it inside her mouth
letting her suck on it, while she smiled with an adoring
expression before walking around her lashing the crop across her
ass cheeks making her cry out. "Oh no I'm so disappointed I
thought you really loved me; did you hear the other slaves cry
out?'

      "No madam I'm sorry."


      "That's because they truly love me but you don't seem to love me."

      "Yes I do madam."


      "How much slave?"


      "Passionately madam."


      "So why did you cry out and not moan with pleasure when I
returned that love?" She lashed her cheeks again. Like her daily
lashes in the pit she managed to contain herself and moan a
little.


"Well that was better, maybe you do love me. Kiss and fondle me
passionately. She embraced the thick little woman caressing and
groping her ass and tits as their lips and tongues met in a prolonged
passionate kiss. The madam pulled back staring, her eyes two big
question marks "I am not totally convinced that you truly love me but
we'll see. So...do you think it would be fair for me to test you passion
with four more lashes?"


      "Oh yes madam I promise not to cry out, I know that is how you
love me." She bit her lips and moaned, rotating her ass as the
crop lashed hard across her cheeks five times. "Thank you madam
for loving me," she moaned.


      "Ah, you got one extra; I get carried away when I truly love
someone; oh your love for me has brought you to tears; I just
love highly emotional slaves who love me so much they cry with
pleasure." She handed the crop to one of the females by the wall
and then threw her fat little arms around her neck kissing her
with a passion she had never before experienced from a man or a
woman. She then pulled back with that adoring expression again
and kissed the tears off her face. Suddenly standing back she
ordered her to lie on the floor and then squatted and pressed
her crotch onto her mouth. She kissed and licked her cunt using
all the skills she had, while the madam grasped one of her tits
sucking the nipple and then biting hard again and again around
the nipples until moaning her climax from One-eight-six's
desperate but experienced tongue.


      She then returned to her desk where her living chair had
reassembled and she was carefully lifted up to recline in their
fleshy comfort. Her phone rang and her back-rest reached for the
phone holding it to her madam's ear and was rewarded by getting
a nipple pinched as she reached for one of the madam's breasts
fondling it gently. After finishing her conversation the phone
was returned and the madam was very gently leaned forward to
reach her work.


      Three slaves were brought in a little while later and lined up
in front of the table next to One-eight-six; a muscular black
male, a blonde midget and a curvaceous Black Latino female.
She ordered the male black slave to step forward and the guard handed
a clipboard to her back lean. She scanned the page.


      "One-one-seven you served two clients, a sixty-four year old
male and his sixty-seven year old wife last night. You failed to
ejaculate while performing mutual fellatio with the male client.
Explain yourself slave!"


      "It had only been less than an hour since I ejaculated in his
wife's vagina while kissing him. I had performed dancing muscle
poses to music for them for half and hour and then caressed and
massaged her erotically while he watched for another half and
hour. Then as additional foreplay I gave her a tongue bath
including cunnulingus before penetration, I withheld my
ejaculation of course until she finally climaxed. I must say
madam that I was very proud having brought her to a climax after
nearly two hour's foreplay and she mentioned to her husband that
this was her first time in years."


      "I can't believe what I'm hearing One-one-seven; you're proud...of
a compulsory requirement! Not having a client climax is not
punishable by any number of lashes; it's an automatic stretch in
the pit!"

      "I'm very sorry madam; please increase my punishment accordingly
for my thoughtless self-serving remark."


      "You can count on it, One-one-seven! I was very surprised to
hear such twaddle, you have an excellent record with older
female clients some much older but go on."


      "When the client ordered mutual fellatio I was unable to
ejaculate, he did so and I swallowed as his wife held the plate.
He wanted to see me scoop it up and lick it off my finger. I did
ejaculate in his mouth in the morning before the guard picked me
up."


      "You refused homosexual sex when first arriving her two years
ago and spent five days and then an additional ten in the pit.
Do I detect a return to this wildly absurd notion that a sex
slave can choose not to be bisexual?"


      "Of course not madam I am truly sorry for my past behavior I am
devoted to my status as sex slave; the client's gender is
irrelevant. I proudly serve my owners to maximize their
profits."


      "Very well it will be five days in the pit plus twenty lashes or
you can choose forty lashes now. That includes the ten lashes
volunteered for making that absurd remark. Which will it be
One-one-seven?"


      "Oh please madam forty lashes and thank you for being so
lenient." She was lifted and held by the waist standing on her
live chair. It appeared to One-eight-six that the madam was
infatuated with this handsome black muscular young slave.


      "Look at my body slave; strike a pose." He flexed his biceps and
then the rest of his body like a body builder in competition. I
demand you maintain an erection during your correction or you go
to the pit," his cock rose on her command. "Guard proceed,
twenty lashes.


      He never cried out, just bit his lips as he stared at his
madam's body flexing his muscles and maintaining his erection
until the last lash.


      "Very well slave," she was lifted up on the table and got down
near the edge while her back rest slave held her shoulders
easing her down fitting one of her tits under the madams head as
a pillow.. She spread her thighs. Fuck me slave while you get
twenty more and you will ejaculate on my belly one second after
the last lash. Three second intervals guard." He rammed her
while grasping her thighs; her eyes fixated on his body as he
received twenty lashes. It appeared to One-eight-six that she
climaxed several times. One second after the final lash he
jerked his load on her belly; then immediately bending over he
sucked on her vagina and then slurped his semen of her skin.


      "Thank you very much madam I am grateful for receiving a
sentence of love and compassion and also for being granted extra
lashed for my gaffe. I will strive to improve my performance in
the future." She didn't answer him and was lifted back down on
her chair making some notes on his clipboard, signing it.


      "Guard, take him to the warden's office to have this punishment
recorded." The back rest handed her the clipboard and the madam
then waved the midget female forward while scanning her
clipboard.


      "One-three-seven, you cried out in pain while being sodomized
by, let's see a forty-six year old black client. Explain?"


      "He was a very large man, six foot-four I believe with a ten
inch penis. I had satisfied him early in the evening performing
fellatio swallowing his entire weapon completely several times
and then downing all his semen with the help of a catching
plate. An hour later he fucked my vagina and rammed it all the
way in many times while I smiled up at him sweetly without
showing any signs of discomfort. He ejaculated in my vagina and
then rested for a couple of hours with me in his arms. We both
fell to sleep and when he woke again he slapped my ass many
times while I kissed him passionately.


      "He then stood and picked me up, fitting his cock to my anus. I
asked him gently if I might suck his cock first for lubrication
but he was adamant and already fully erect and then forced my
body down ramming his cock inside me in one stroke. That's when
I cried out once. He slapped my thighs hard many times digging
his fingers deep into my flesh and continued to ram me groaning
with pleasure until he ejaculated and then put me down to suck
his cock clean. He picked me up again and threw me across the
room on the bed and then landed hard on top of me going to
sleep. I never slept after that because of his crushing weight;
I had difficulty breathing until the guard moved him off me when
she picked me up."


      "As a fellow midget I can sympathize with you, for taking a ten
inch cock in that tiny body. But you are trained to accept all
pain associated with sex. So there is no excuse for crying out
unless the client lets you know he wants to hear you cry. The
reputation of the syndicate is at stake here. Was there blood
guard?"


      "Yes madam the Doctor has examined her anus and found some small
tears and a little dried blood. As you can see madam his fingers
left only acceptable bruises on her thighs and ass, no cuts."


      "Very well I won't send you to the pit, even though you richly
deserve it; one reason being that you are booked solid with
repeat client. Come here," the midget walked dragging her ball
behind her and stood next to her madam. She kissed her warmly
and then studied the clipboard. "Lets see you been here almost
two years and you're twenty one. It's no wonder you're one of
the most requested slaves here and your English is really
improving too." She embraced and fondled her body.


      "Thank you madam not many Russian clients here most of my orders
are in English."


      "Well now how should I punish you?"


      "Twenty lashes," she said moaning hopefully. She kissed her again.


      "Ah my beautiful doll you are hard to resist. Very well..., Guard."


      "Oh please madam, please, please, please would madam lash me
please?"


      "Alright, but asking for special favors means you'll hold the
ball while I give you twenty, plus an extra five for your
impertinent request." Picking up the ball she held it against
her breasts and leaned forward. The madam was lifted down and
proceeded to give her twenty-five very hard lashes without her
uttering a single cry; her body jerked as the tears flowed while
she uttered a muted, thank you madam and continued to wiggle her
ass invitingly between each stroke.


      One-eight-six wondered how anyone could withstand that much pain
and only shed tears. The midget had the sweetest doll face she's
ever seen. Would she learn to do that herself since obviously
pain would be to be part of her life now? The midget put down
her ball and embraced her madam, thanking and kissing her
passionately. The madam then returned to her table and made some
notes on the clipboard before signing it.


      "Guard, take this slave to the warden office to record her
penalty."


      She waved the black female forward while scanning her clipboard.


      "One-four-nine your client claims obstinate behavior, when you
had been informed in the pre-briefing that this client wanted a
loving, caring sexual evening with you, even vine and fine
food."


      "That's not what happened madam; he was a big fat ugly honky
redneck, he beat me, called me a nigger. Said I was a monkey and
not human."


      "Did he draw blood?"


      "No madam"


      "Did her ejaculate?"


      "Yes three times."


      "Details?"


      "First he sodomized me then regular sex and later a blowjob plus
lots of beatings and insults in between."


      "Tell me what you learned during your training about a card the
client fills out about his expectations?"


      "That a client could lie to catch me off guard."


      "OK, in what respect."


      "The client might request a romantic evening and then beat me
and call me names."


      "Why would he do that?"


      "So the slave would approach him with a romantic mindset and
then by suddenly being cruel the slave would be confused and
show fear."


      "So if the card had said he liked to be cruel, physically and
verbally or he wanted a rape situation, you would have been
prepared, cowering and screaming with fear, before or during
sexual intercourse while still making sure that he climaxed as
many times during the night that he wanted."


      "Yes of course madam that's all part of my training."


      "So where did you go wrong last night."


      "I...lost it madam, I'm sorry. It happened so fast I couldn't think."


      "Also you think he was ugly but fortunately you didn't tell him
that. Where in your training did we give you the right to make
judgments about a client's appearance? It is you fate to serve
sexually no matter what the client looks like; his looks has
nothing to do with the submission required of a sex slave. He
paid good money for a slave to be used for any imaginable act;
that also gave him the right to call you whatever he wanted. We
both know you're human, what he believes is his business. The
syndicate is only interest in his money, not his philosophy of
life. You're a sex slave who submits totally and unconditionally
for the financial well being of the syndicate. You are a number;
a non person and are not allowed personal feelings. We will see
what kind of feelings you have after ten days in a rat infested
pit, under four feet of concrete. Take her away guard."


      "Oh please madam; please I'll take a hundred lashes, please I'll
be good from now on."


      "Oh I know you'll be good; in ten plus five days for that
outburst; the pit has a way of making slaves good!" She
scribbled on the clipboard signing it and her live back rest
handed it to the guard who dragged the sobbing slave away to be
entombed.


      Another slave had just been brought in already sobbing;
"One-Seven-one, madam, from motivation class for correction."
she handed the clipboard to the live seat. She was short but not
a midget and black; One-eight-six had never seen anyone that
black. She had huge exotic eyes and an incredible sculpture body
with a bubble ass and pointed tits with huge nipples reaching
for the sky.


      "One-seven-one, inattention in class room could not answer
question on subject being discussed! Explanation slave?"


      "None madam, I just let my mind wonder for a minute."


      "I see," she had the seat flip a page. "Seven months with the
syndicate only the initial nine days in pit. You are nearly
nineteen, perfect record with clients. You're lucky I'm in a
good mood today; you should have gone to the pit for this.
Thirty lashes!"


      "Oh thank you madam, I do love you so much." She motioned for
the seatback to set her down and then had a footstool placed in
front of her victim. A slave lifted her up making the two of
equal height.


      "Guard thirty lashes ten second intervals when I tell you. Do
you love me sweetie" she said fondled her tits.


      "Oh yes Madam passionately. She kissed her gently.


      "Guard proceed." She lashed her ass hard.


      "Oh thank you Madam, I love you so much, Mm oh mm ooh." The
madam kissed her again as the next lash made her jerk She moaned
thank you in her Madam's mouth."


      "Hug me sweetie show me how much you love me." She groped her
Madam's body passionately, kissing and moaning while the next
four or five lashes fell. The madam held her head gazing
lovingly into her eyes, kissing her tears while a few more
lashes stung her victim's ass. She alternated kissing her tears
and gazing in to her eyes until the final lash struck.


      "Thank you madam for not sending me to the pit, thank you; I
love you so much." She got off her stool and made her turn
around feeling her painful globes with that glazed look of
satisfaction on her face. She then walked back to her table and
was lifted into her seat of flesh pointing at the clipboard. She
added a note and signed it pointing at the guard.


      "Take her to the warden's office to have her punishment
recorded. Guard, transfer One-eight-six to the warden's office
as well for further initiation." She picked up her ball while
the guard connected her chain to the black slaves neck collar,
leading her out behind a beautiful but very sore bubble ass.


To be continued


   Reavan

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