Indoctrination

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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first.

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Indoctrintation

by Night Owl

(Story Content: M/f, F/f, Bondage, Whipping)

On your knees

Tears caress your face,

On your knees 

The hunted after the chase.

On your knees 

Submission in your kiss,

On your knees 

Trembling at the abyss.

"Submission"

by Anon

www.bdsmcafe.com

Chapter 3: Down the Rabbit Hole

Amber's eyes quickly skimmed over the people she was facing and stopped at the large canopied fireplace. She remembered being in this room earlier, that is, before she had been abducted -- ages ago, it seemed. She then forced herself to look away from it to observe the people surrounding her. Raven, she immediately recognized, was sitting in a leather chair at the center of the group. To his left, were three men she had never seen before. From their clothing and posture, they could have been anything from lawyers to construction workers. Sonia was leaning back on a plush, velvet couch with her legs crossed, and Amber couldn't help noticing how the long slit up the side of her black dress was now wide open, revealing most of her bare leg from the ankle to well-above her upper thigh.

As Raven got up from his chair, he seemed to look different standing in full view before her -- tall and imposing. His dark hair was still tied back neatly into a pony tail, and there was a small scar down his left cheek that she hadn't noticed before. He crossed the short span of carpet between them. In his hand, he carried a leather-studded collar with two rings attached to the front and back. Amber took one step backward.

"Don't move," his words were hushed, but firm, "or I'll have the boys hold you down."

Directly behind her, Shane and Tony, stood by to assist Raven if it became necessary. Her eyes quickly searched the group seated in front of her in the hope that someone would intervene, but they just looked at her impassively. One of the men actually winked.

Raven moved in closely behind her and buckled the collar around her long, delicate neck. She then felt his hand slid down the center of her back to the upper cleft on her buttocks right at the base of her spine, provoking a fearful shudder. He was almost beside her now, and slightly back beyond her line of sight. Amber stood like statue while his fingers stroked and squeezed each smooth cheek. Inside, a delicious thrill coursed through her body, and her head swam with feelings of warmth and desire. For that brief moment, Amber felt very confused, but strangely, not frightened. Then he brought his other hand in front of her and curled one finger around the ring in front of the collar.

"So tell us Amber, are your tits real or are they fake?" Raven watched as she cringed at the suggestion.

"W-why are you asking me this?"

"These gentlemen behind me were wondering if your breasts are stuffed with silicon. So are you going to answer the question, or should I allow them check for themselves?"

As Raven looked at her, Amber noticed how dark his eyes were, almost black and piercing. She glanced downward to avoid them, but the eyes were still there in her mind, like two black vortices, pulling her down to a place she didn't want to go.

"They . . . they're real," she stammered.

"Well, I'm impressed," his eyes never left hers, "though perhaps I should verify this myself."

A tingle ran up her spine as he tightened his grip on her collar, then ran the palm of his other hand up the front of her body and across her breasts. His fingers felt cold and callused against the velvety, soft swells protruding from her ribs.

"Mmmm, very nice," his voice was low, almost seductive.

Indeed, her breasts were quite impressive for such a slim figure – not too large, about the size of a small grapefruit, and perfectly symmetrical with quarter-sized pink nubs protruding from the centers. She had no visible bikini lines, but they were slightly fairer than the rest of her lightly tanned body, making them appear even more prominent. He messaged them with his hand, then pinched and teased her nipples until they became erect.

"Very responsive, too."

Amber began to lose herself again. In her mind, she was trying to fight off this man's unwelcome advances, but she could feel her own body slip away and betray her. Raven noticed it too.

Gently, he pulled her forward by the collar.

"Now come with me."

Sitting just to the left of them, was a long ottoman bench with thick, velvet padding on the seat.

"Kneel," he pointed to the short end closest to her, "right here of the edge."

Amber raised her eyes to his, desperate to read compassion in his gaze, but there was none. Again, she glanced around the room, and for the first time, she noticed the video camera perched in its tripod. She stared wide-eyed at the glowing red light next to the 'record' button.

"Oh God!" she thought to herself. "These sickos are taping everything!"

Since her abduction, she had been tied up, threatened, and forced to strip in front of a group of complete strangers. Now for the first time, Amber felt anger so intense, it quelled any fears she had of this man and his threats of what would happen if she resisted.

"I said KNEEL."

"No!" she screamed, pointing at the camera. "And if you expect me to just play along with this sick game, then you're FUCKING crazy!"

Her outburst took some of the observers by surprise, but Raven showed no emotion, no reaction at all. Every moment, he seemed to know exactly what was going on in her mind -- even when she would finally drum up the courage to fight back. Before Amber could say anymore, he yanked her collar backward in a move that was so sudden, and with such force, it threw her off-balance. She fell forward and landed hard onto the bench, knocking her chin against the solid oak wood underneath the padded seat. She tried to get up, but Shane and Tony were quickly upon her, holding her down. She felt one of them grab her ankles, then her arms were pulled forward by the wrists to the opposite end of he bench, until she was lying face down along the length of it.

"Stretch her tight," Raven ordered.

Each man pulled on his end so hard she screamed in pain. It felt like her delicate limbs were being wrenched right out of their sockets. Her nude body was now stretched taut and quite helpless. Looking up, she saw Raven looming over her. In one hand, he was holding a riding crop.

"Do you know what this is?"

Amber stared at the crop, horrified. It had a handle made of ivory, its looped end was two inches long and one inch wide.

"This is used by jockeys to whip horses so they run faster. But I don't use this one for horses, Amber. I use it to discipline young ladies who don't show me the proper respect that I insist they do. I warned you earlier this could happen, and so far you've questioned my authority at least seven times, not including that silly outburst of yours just now. As punishment, your bare ass will suffer the crop eight times for each instance of your disrespect and disobedience."

"B-but I did what you told me to do," she pleaded. "You can't do this!"

"Very well. That will be nine."

Amber turned her head away from him, only to see the others leaning forward in their seats, anxiously waiting to see what would happen next. She heard the crop whistle through the air, then a streak of fire lanced across the right side of her buttocks.

Whooshhh . . . SNAP!

Amber winced, but didn't make a sound. She was determined not to give these people the reaction they wanted.

WHOOOSH . . . SNAP!

The second strike was even harder, and it landed squarely on her left cheek. Keeping her mouth tightly closed, a little whimper escaped her.

WHOOSH . . . SNAP!  WHOOSH . . . SNAP!

He quickly delivered two more very hard strokes, and this time, Amber screamed in pain.

"No more, please!" She wailed and bucked helplessly, her ass wiggling under the onslaught, forcing Tony and Shane to tighten their hold.

"All right, young lady, that's TEN."

WHOOOSH . . . SNAP!  WHOOOSH . . . SNAP . . .

She twisted her body from side to side, but there was no way she could avoid the crop. Each blow felt like a hot poker placed firmly against her heated flesh; but strangely enough, she was equally aware of the soft, velvet cushion caressing the front of her body. It stimulated her nipples as her breasts rubbed against the plush material. Even her pussy began to throb a little and grow moist. By the tenth and final stroke, her body was sweating all over, her ass, glowing a crimson red.

"Are you ready to obey me, girl?"

"Y-yes," she answered breathlessly.

"Bind her."

Amber moaned softly in defeat as her wrists were wrenched roughly behind her back. Then something that resembled a black leather sleeve was pulled up her arms. It had buckles at the wrists, forearms, and upper arms. There were also two adjustable straps that went over the shoulders. She had never seen anything like it but quickly learned what it was for. As each buckle was tightened, she could feel her forearms and elbows being squeezed together. She then felt herself being pulled up off the bench and forced to kneel in the center of the room so everyone could see her.

Her arms were now pinned behind her back, and completely encased in black leather from the wrists up to her armpits. Not only did the restraint make her arms immobile, but it also forced her breasts to jut outward toward her audience. Amber could do nothing now to protect her body from Raven or anyone else's attentions.

"You asked me earlier why you were brought here," he said. "Now I'm going to tell you, so listen very carefully."

His speech was slow and distinct.

"For the next few weeks, you will be trained in the arts of bondage, sadomasochism, and sexual fulfillment. You will do exactly what your trainers and handlers instruct you to do. You will not speak, unless given permission to do so, and when you do, you will address us as 'Master’ or ‘Sir' and 'Mistress’ or ‘Ma'am.' During your stay here, you will be whipped frequently like you were just now, only with a variety of instruments. Your body will also be conditioned to endure various rope techniques and other forms of strict bondage. Above all, you will be trained to submit. Your hands, your mouth, your breasts, all of your bodily orifices with be available to pleasure those you serve. If you show any disobedience or hesitation, then you will be punished accordingly with even more painful lashings to the breasts, genitals, and other parts of your body. More serious offenses, such as escape attempts, will lead to long, painful torture sessions, if these attempts persist, you will be put to death.

"Your body belongs to me now . . . and I will make use of it. During the day, you will perform whatever domestic duties that are assigned to you, such as housekeeping, cleaning the grounds, and waiting on our guests. In the evenings, there will be parties, some here, some elsewhere. Your presence will be required. Men and women will be allowed to fuck you, and use you to fulfill any fetishes or fantasies they may have, and you will indulge them without hesitation. Nude pictures of you, and videos of your sessions will be sent to our clients. After your training, you will be sold at the next auction to your new owner. Failure to fulfill these obligations will result in your sale to an outside farm. That means I ship your ass to South America, or Asia.

"I know you will not wish to do most of the things required of you, but you simply have no choice. This is your new life. If you refuse to submit to our authority, then you will be punished vigorously, and I assure you, the human body can take only so much pain and torment, before the mind starts to weaken. My advice to you, is to accept your fate, and you will not suffer any more than you deserve. Do you understand?"

Amber was petrified at his explanation, sickened to the very core. The thought of being sold abroad . . . fucking strangers . . . and the whole S&M thing . . . well, tears wouldn't help now. She tried that, and got no sympathy from this crowd. Her mind raced, searching for solutions, and finally concluded that her only chance for survival was to play along and hope that she would find a way out of this horrible place.

"Y-yes," she finally answered.

"That's 'Yes Sir.'"

"What?"

"The proper response is 'Yes Sir.'"

"Yes . . . sir," Amber whispered the last syllable shamefully.

"Good. So we understand each other," Raven turned to Sonia and gave her a nod.

Sonia then approached her and quickly snapped one end of a long chain to the ring on the front of her collar. Amber remained on her knees, motionless, naked, and completely horrified with what was happening. She was leashed! She could be led anywhere they wished, like an animal, and with her arms bound tightly behind her back, her slavery was now evident to even the most casual observer.

Raven spoke to her one last time, "I'm sure you will be pleased to know, that Sonia has accepted a full-time contract with us. I am assigning her to be your new trainer, and you will do exactly as she says. Understood?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good." He then turned to Sonia, "take this one down to the rabbit hole. For now, I want her kept away from the others."

Sonia took the chain and led her to the double doors that opened into the foyer. Just then, there a soft knock from the other side. The door slowly opened, and a beautiful blonde woman entered the room. She was wearing a short, tight-fitting cocktail dress that barely covered her hips. In her arms was a tray full of cocktails.

"Oh," the woman uttered a high-pitched syllable as she almost collided into Amber. She then cast her eyes downward and spoke softly to Raven,

"I bring drinks, Sir . . . for the guests."

"Very well," he answered abruptly, "bring them in."

There was a look of annoyance on his face by this sudden intrusion, and the woman seemed to know it. As she passed, Amber noticed the particulars about her dress. It was tight and low-cut, pushing her fruitful, round breasts up and together. Her long legs were enhanced by the black high heels she wore -- much higher than what seemed fashionable. Amber also noticed a mark or bruise upon one of her breasts.

"Open your mouth," Sonia ordered.

Amber quickly obeyed, and again, a gag was forced on her, only this one was made of leather, and it covered her entire mouth with a small ball attached to a post on the inside to keep her silent. There was also an air hole in the mouthpiece so she could breath fairly easily. Leather straps fastened with silver colored locking buckles kept the gag in place.

She was then taken out to the main foyer, with Sonia leading the way by the leash, and Shane following close behind. A secret panel was removed behind the winding staircase to reveal a thick, stoutly built door made of solid oak. Sonia pulled out a set of keys to unlock the deadbolt. Then the three of them descended a long stairway to, presumably the cellar. Amber saw very little of this level however, for at the foot of the steps, they immediately took a sharp left, down a short corridor to a door that led to another stairway, only this one was very narrow and spiraled downward like a corkscrew. Sonia retrieved a candle lantern from the wall and used it to lead the way. Large, dark stones inset into the mortar gave the dark hole a dappled look. The air below was stale and moist, and slightly cooler as they slowly made their way down the steps. Amber was still wearing the black heels they forced her to put on, and without the use of her arms, she had to take each step carefully. As they continued downward, the walls began to ooze with moisture that fetid and clung to the masonry. Ahead, Sonia's black dress was almost consumed by the darkness, but her long red locks could still be seen in the dim light of the lantern, and occasionally, a single, milky-white leg would reveal itself through the open slit on the side of her garment.

Upon reaching the bottom of the steps, they stood in a large room that Amber quickly deduced to have been a wine cellar at one time. On one wall, a rack contained tiers of empty wine casks, some broken with age, and there was a faint scent of stale wine that still remained in the dregs of those barrels. Sonia moved to a large, wooden table in the center of the room and lit two candles, bringing the whole room into better view. What Amber saw next, almost made her heart skip a beat. Hanging on the opposite wall, was large assortment of whips, floggers, masks, and other items her untrained mind didn't even recognize.

"Bring her here," Sonia ordered.

"Mmmmmmmfffffffff!" she moaned through the gag, as Shane pushed her closer to the instruments that were obviously waiting to be used on her.

By now, Amber was so terrified, she hardly even noticed as they slipped the black high heels off her feet. Next, the leather restraint was removed from her arms, freeing them momentarily. Sonia quickly brought Amber's arms in front of her and fastened a pair of soft, yet strong leather cuffs to her wrists. Each cuff was attached to a chain, and the chains were fastened to a ring at the end of a steel cable. The cable ran through a pulley in the low ceiling above, then down to a wheel crank mounted into the floor. Another pair of leather cuffs were fastened to her ankles, and clipped together. After double-checking the bindings, Sonia signaled her partner to turn the crank.

Amber felt her arms being drawn upward, higher, and higher, pulling them closer to the ceiling. Her ears heard every sharp, metallic click of the wheel as it turned. She felt her feet begin to leave the floor, forcing her to point her toes downward to find it again. Then the clicking stopped.

Both trainer and handler stood back for moment to appraise the beautiful, naked form that was now hanging stretched and helpless before them. Sonia envied how well-toned her body was, and the way this woman's young breasts stood out proudly from her ribs even with her arms stretched high above her head. The shiny chain from her collar dangled loosely between them all the way down to her well-trimmed hole.

Shane had other thoughts on his mind. He had become obsessed with this one since he first laid eyes on her, and though it was strictly forbidden to 'mix' with the trainees without Raven's permission, he knew there would be plenty of opportunities to ball this slut without anyone knowing. He had done it many times before, and he always knew what to say to shut them up after he was finished with them. Why should this one be any different?

"You look just about ready," Sonia mused, "just a couple of finishing touches."

She unclipped the leash from Amber's collar and tossed it onto the table. She then retrieved a black leather strap from the wall that had two cuffs on both ends. The cuffs were fastened tightly around her upper arms, and the strap between them adjusted to keep her elbows secured. Then she leaned forward and caught Amber completely off-guard by licking her right nipple with her tongue.

"NO!" Her mind screamed, but tugging at her bonds did little good. Though the leather straps that held her wrists weren't tight enough to bite into her skin, there was no hope in loosening them either.

Sonia ignored her muffled pleas and took the whole nub into her mouth, then began sucking and lightly nipping at it with her teeth. The nipple became hard and erect under the onslaught. Amber then let out a gasp and bit her lip as Sonia placed a steel clamp on it, letting it slowly close to pinch tightly around her budding flesh. She did the same to the other nipple, and then attached a small chain to both clamps.

"Damn, it drives me crazy when you do that," Shane exclaimed, his eyes fixed on Amber's clamped nipples.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Sonia's voice seemed mildly irritated by the comment. "Take the lantern and go back upstairs. I work alone here."

Shane gave her a look of disappointment, then without a word, grabbed the lantern and retreated up the stairs. "Soon I'll my time with this one," he thought to himself.

Sonia waited until Shane was gone, then turned her attention back to the struggling, naked girl hanging before her.

“For now on, you will call me ‘Mistress’. Understood?”

Amber nodded.

"Good. Now let’s begin with your training."

(continued)