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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Indoctrination

by Night Owl

Chapter 19: The Coming Out Party

"Amber, wake up."

Amber heard Monique's voice through the fog of sleep. She had been sleeping so deeply, she didn't even feel the bright sunshine streaming through the window, warming her skin.

"Where?"

"You're on the couch . . . the party. Don't you remember?"

"Oh, the party," she answered groggily.

"Come on now. I have to get you ready for today. First you have to serve breakfast, then we clean house. Get going, or else we'll both get a thrashing," Monique unlocked the chain from Amber's collar, then went over to wake up Shii Ann.

Slowly, Amber sat up and stretched her arms, allowing the blanket to slide off her naked shoulders. A slight tinge of pain jabbed her lower back. The couch she slept on was nothing like Raven's bed, but much more comfortable than that dirty old cot in her sleeping quarters below the house. The truth was, Amber had hoped she would be with her Master again last night, and maybe with the beautiful Audrey 'Marie' sharing his bed with them.

Amber sighed and looked around her. Some of the guests who couldn't secure a bedroom had found places to sleep around canopied fireplace. One man lay stretched and naked on a full-length velvet couch. A pretty brunette was curled up on the other end like a cat with her head resting between his legs.

She sighed again as the events from the previous night seeped back into her memory. Amber remembered how dejected she felt after seeing Raven and Audrey together in his room, and the smile on her master's face when he saw her standing in the doorway. The rest of the evening was a blur after that. She continued to serve the guests, but her mind wasn't all there. Finally, at 4:00 am, Monique told her to get some rest, and guided her to the couch. While Amber undressed, her collar was locked to a ring set hidden behind a picture in the wall.

"Good night," Monique whispered, then kissed her on the cheek. She had never kissed Amber like that before, but as strange as it felt, it was comforting.

"Good night," she answered.

Naked, and very much alone under the covers, Amber tested the chain to her collar. Her hands moved to her breasts, then down between her legs, and she found that she was still sexually charged as she fell into a deep dreamless sleep. Now that morning, she would have to face Raven and Marie again. She put on the camisk Monique had laid out for her, and went to work in the kitchen.

Serving breakfast proved more challenging than usual. Two long tables were set up in the dining room. Amber served the guests as they filed in while Abby prepared their meals. It wasn't until late in the morning when the crowd died down, that Raven made his appearance. Not surprisingly, Marie was with him. She had on a brown single sleeve mini dress that left virtually no coverage for her slender legs. The one sleeve was long and voluminous while the other side commanded attention as it swooped down from the neck, leaving her shoulder and the other arm completely uncovered. Goodwin Stryker and his friend Nathan Rom followed them in. Each had a girl of his own.

Amber did her best to keep her emotions hidden while she served the group, and thankfully, Raven mentioned nothing about what happened the night before. Marie only glanced at Amber for a moment then her eyes dropped to her plate. After they left, the two servers ate quickly in the kitchen.

"I think they have something planned for us later," Abby told her. "I overheard them talking about it."

"What did they say?" Amber asked.

"I couldn't tell what exactly they were saying, but I heard our names mentioned, so be ready."

Both Abby and Marie belonged to Master Goodwin, yet the two women couldn't have been more different in their appearance and demeanor. Abby seemed older, and her facial features more severe compared to Marie's softer, graceful look. Her cheekbones were sharply chiseled and unusually high, making her wide-set dark eyes look even smaller. In spite of her 'hard' looks, Abby still had a body that most men would have killed for. Her breasts sat high and full off her ribs and her legs were long and tapered. Her mannerisms also radiated a sexuality that was immediately noticed by everyone whenever she entered a room.

Just as Abby and Amber had finished the breakfast dishes, they were both called before Sonia, and given their maid costumes and work assignments. Amber's outfit was strapless mini with a bodice underneath that nearly crushed her breasts together while leaving her arms and shoulders bare. Her legs were covered in black fishnet and the heels she wore were so high, she could barely walk in them. It was Amber's job to clean and polish the silverware, while Abby, who was dressed in a similar outfit had the more difficult job of cleaning the floors.

After spending some time with Abby that morning, Amber noticed another stark difference between her and Marie. That 'blank stare' she saw in Marie's pale eyes didn't exist with Abby. Most of the slaves submitted out of fear initially, then a kind numbness seemed to take over. Some of them showed little emotion at all, unless sexually aroused or struck with a whip. Abby seemed stronger than that, the kind of strength that endured by learning to make the best of any situation without letting it break her spirit.

Amber wondered which woman she would become after her training was over and she was sold off to another owner - Abby or Marie. For the first time, she thought clearly. Her mind was no longer a mesh of unrestrained emotions, but focused on one thing. For now, she would continue to do whatever was asked of her. She would be the good and obedient slave, until the right opportunity for escape presented itself. Amber knew it would be awhile before that happened, so the only question was, could she last that long, or would she eventually end up like Marie and the others?

Crash!

The sharp sound of broken glass broke Amber's thoughts. A crystal bowl she had left on the kitchen countertop was set too close to the edge and had fallen to the floor.

"Damn!" Amber cursed herself, "I'm going to get it now!"

The sound brought both Sonia and Monique to the kitchen.

"What happened?" asked Sonia.

"I broke a bowl, Mistress."

"I can see that. Please clean it up. There will be a special punishment for you this evening," said Sonia.

Monique remained behind to help Amber clean it up.

"You need to keep your mind on your work, and forget about Marie," she said.

"What do you mean?" Amber nearly cut herself on a piece of glass.

"It's pretty obvious how you feel about her," Monique said. "You best let the whole thing go. From what I've heard, Master Goodwin plans to sell her to another owner, and that he lives somewhere in Europe."

"Monique!" Sonia called from the other room, "get back to your work! You know what will happen if you don't!"

"Gotta go . . . she's in a bad mood today," Monique said and quickly left the room.

Amber felt even more dejected and lonely while she cleaned up the mess that she had made. Somehow, she had managed to avoid crying, and told herself repeatedly to keep her head straight. She would have to, no matter what, if she was going to find a way out of this place. Perched on her high heals, she carefully cleaned up all the traces of the glass bowl from the kitchen floor.

  

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Dinner later that evening was strained. Everyone, with the exception of Raven, seemed tired from the party and getting the house in order again. Masters ate first, then the slaves. Goodwin Stryker and Nathan Rom were only guests left from the previous night, and the three men remained in the dining room while the girls ate, smoking their cigars. Sonia was noticeably absent.

When the tables were cleared, Raven rose from his chair and led his guests out to the Grand room.

"I want both of you to go with Monique down to the dungeon," he directed the order to Abby and Marie. "Amber, go up to my office and wait for me there."

After he left, the three women eyed each other silently. What was going to happen tonight? Amber knew for sure she was going to be punished for breaking the glass bowl. After that, she had no clue.

While the other slaves cleaned the kitchen, she climbed the stairs to Raven's den as instructed and stood silently in front of his desk. Ten minutes later, Raven entered.

"I was told you broke a serving bowl today."

"Yes, Sir," Amber answered. "It was an accident, I'm sorry, Sir."

"Perhaps something else was on your mind, instead of your work?"

"I don't know Sir, it just fell off the table."

"The reason why I asked, is that you seem distracted lately. Is there anything you would like to discuss?"

"N-no Sir."

"I see," Raven didn't seem convinced. "Well, like you said, it was an accident."

"Yes, Sir," Amber felt a little relieved. Perhaps she wasn't going to be punished after all.

"By the way," Raven reached into a drawer in his desk and pulled out his riding crop, "have you ever handled on of these?"

"No, Sir."

"How about a whip or a flogger?"

"No, Sir."

He put the crop in the desk. "Pick it up," he ordered.

"Sir?"

"You heard me. Pick up the crop, or do I have to strike your ass with it?"

Hesitantly, Amber reached out and grasped the chrome handle, holding it with her right hand. It felt awkward.

"You can flex it," Raven grinned, "it won't bite."

Doing as she was told, she ran her fingers over its entire length and bent the tip of it with her left hand.

"How long have you been with us?" he asked.

"I'm not sure, two weeks I guess."

"During that time, have you ever wondered just what it might feel to hold a crop, or to use it on someone else? You can be honest with me. I won't be angry, but you have to answer."

"Yes, Sir. I've often thought about it," she admitted.

"Would you like to?"

"Sir?"

"You heard me. You've felt that crop against your flesh at least a dozen times. Wouldn't you like to use it on another girl?"

Amber was struck speechless. Sure, she had fantasized about it, except that she knew the pain that she would be causing if she wielded the crop herself. There was no way that she would ever want to inflict pain on someone, especially on another slave!

"If you don't reply, then it will be 20 strokes for you." Raven raised his voice slightly.

"I couldn't whip some one else, Sir," Amber replied cautiously.

"Would you rather take the punishment yourself, then?"

"What punishment?"

"For the glass bowl, remember?"

"B-but I thought . . ."

"We both agreed it was an accident, but some one has to be punished for it," Raven carefully took the crop from Amber's hand. "Now I'm in a charitable mood, tonight. So it doesn't matter who receives the strokes, just so long as it gets done. Sir Goodwin has been kind enough to offer either Abby or Marie to you, just for tonight. Will you accept this gift, or get double the count I mentioned before . . . that's 40 strokes."

"Sir?" Amber was unable to decide what to do!

"Decide, pet. Either I punish you severely, or you punish someone else . . ."

The words choked in Amber's mouth.

"Decide!"

"Master, I would rather punish someone else," the words spilled out.

"Which girl? Abby or Marie?"

"I . . . I don't know . . ."

"Answer me. Which girl?"

"Marie," she mumbled.

"Speak louder."

"Sir, I'll punish Marie," Amber repeated.

"Good," he smiled. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"Sir?" Amber wasn't sure what was to happen next.

"Come with me," Raven guided her out into the hall. "We'll have to find something more appropriate for you to wear this evening. After all, you're a Mistress now, and you certainly can't whip a slave girl dressed like a maid!"

  

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Amber was ushered to the dressing room where Shii Ann had been waiting, and quickly divested of her heels, collar and her maid's uniform. She was bathed quickly under a hot shower and toweled off. Shii Ann then helped her with her hair while sat there in a black g-string staring into the mirror. The outfit Raven selected was hanging on the closet door behind her - a vest, laced up the front, a bra, and mini shirt, all in shiny black leather. Shii Ann dressed Amber, then handed her a pair of spike-healed boots,

"Put these on."

Amber sat on the chair, bent over and slipped the boots over her legs. They were a perfect fit. The tops reached well above the knee and the soft black leather hugged her thighs without chafing the skin. Finally, black 'opera' gloves were slipped on her arms. The new outfit added a forbidden sensuality to Amber's beautiful figure. It made her feel very strange, since she was now wearing the clothing of a Dominant instead of a slave!

When they arrived in the dungeon, Amber was not surprised to see just what Raven had ordered. Marie was chained and naked, except for her slave collar and bracelets on her wrists and ankles. The bracelets were attached to two chains that dropped from the ceiling, and two rings mounted into the floor, to keep her nude body stretched like an X with her feet suspended just inches off the floor. She was also wearing a blindfold.

Raven stood silently next to his handiwork. On a table behind them were an assortment of whips, floggers and other instruments of torture that Amber recognized all too well.

"The leather outfit suits her," Goodwin Stryker complemented Amber's appearance. He was standing nearby with Nathan Rom. "I would very much like to put this girl in one of my films before you sell her off."

"That can arranged," Raven answered, "for a price, of course."

"Only if we discuss it over a brandy."

"I'll warn you, I drive a hard bargain drunk or sober," both men laughed.

Raven then turned to Amber, "Come here, pet."

She strode over to Raven, her eyes darting over to Marie. She was already perspiring. Sweat glistened off her forehead, chest and inside the hollows of her smooth armpits. Her pussy was freshly shaved, so Amber could see her pink folds were already moist. Her clit shined like a pearl with a small gold ring pierced through it.

"You may begin," he told Amber.

"Sir?"

"Marie is your slave for tonight, and a new slave must be inspected carefully and critically. You of all people should know that."

"Yes, Sir."

Hesitantly, Amber moved closer. She saw how Marie was now confined and stretched as she had normally been. She saw how her breasts stood out, nipples erect, and each rib below the skin was visible. Amber began by stroking her breasts. Marie's stomach sank inward as she drew a breath.

Suddenly, Amber's uncertainty melted away. The woman she had been so obsessed with at the party was now hanging before her with every curve, every inch of her accessible. She squeezed Marie's breasts between her fingers and pinched her nipples. She then traced the furrow between her breasts down to her sex. She felt the warmth and wetness between the woman's legs and gently played with the ring. This made Marie flinch within her chains.

For the first time in her life, Amber knew what it was like to the one in control. Running her hands around to Marie's buttocks, she pulled the slave against her own body and kissed her on the lips. After the kiss, Amber backed away, and felt her cheeks flush red. For a moment, she had forgotten there were others in the room watching.

"Continue," Raven ordered.

Marie shifted her body in the chains and moaned. Seeing how excited she had become, Amber reached down again and cupped her hand over the girl's shaved mound. She slowly pushed one finger forward. This drew a moan from Marie, and her body stiffened as the digit invaded her. In a bold move, she reached for Marie's blindfold and pulled it off so she could see those pale green eyes that had captivated her upon first seeing them. Marie blinked several times as if awakening from a deep sleep, then saw that it was Amber who had been fondling her.

"Sir?" she gave her Master a puzzled look.

"It's alright, pet," Stryker told her. "We've decided that Amber should use you tonight."

"Yes, Master."

"Good. You may proceed, Mistress," Raven ordered and motioned her to the table where the leather instruments lay waiting.

Amber approached the table. Selecting a riding crop with a broad leather tip, she circled Marie. For the first time, it wasn't Amber that was going

to receive punishment. This time, she was holding the crop. She administered her first stroke with a gentle slap on Marie's outer thigh. It produced a barely audible thwack in the silence.

"Harder," Raven ordered. "Show the girl you mean business."

Amber struck her again harder. This time the blow landed across her left breast, raising a red mark just above the nipple. Marie jerked and moaned, her chains rattled. Slowly and with ever increasing force Amber continued to strike the more provocative parts of Marie's naked body. She struck her breasts again, and her nipples, making Marie flinch against her chains. She stuck at Marie's flat belly, leaving a few red marks around her navel. Then she laid a few between Marie's thighs, slapping the crop from one side to another.

Satisfied, and confident that the crop would not explode into flames because a slave was handling it, Amber became more adventurous. She walked around, and proceeded to strike at Marie's behind. She left many red marks on both bare cheeks.

Amber loved the feel of the leather that she was wearing. The scent of it, mingled with the rivers of sweat flowing from Marie's body was intoxicating. Just hours before, she was a mere slave. Now she was the Dom, and it felt very different!

With a nod of approval from both Raven and Stryker, she walked over to the table to search for other instruments to use. She saw a coiled whip, clamps, a dildo, and many other things. She grabbed four steel clamps, and went back to Marie.

Without a word of warning, she placed a clamp on Marie's right nipple. She gradually tightened the screw until it stayed of its own accord. Then she applied a clamp to the other nipple, and two more to Marie's outer lips guarding her sex. Marie squirmed and moaned.

"Mistress, please," she begged.

"Do you want more?" asked Amber, suddenly.

"No, Mistress," replied the chained girl.

Amber pulled at the clamps that she had placed on Marie's nether lips. Each time she did so, the slave flinched in her chains. She tried to twist her body away, but the chains were implacable. What could a naked girl do against steel and leather?

Amber removed all four clips and returned them to the table. She then grabbed the whip. The tightly braided leather was well oiled. Again, the scent struck her nostrils and excited her. Since she was not trained in its use, Raven gave her a quick demonstration, and told her she was allowed 12 strikes - no more. Amber tested the whip first by striking out into the empty air, as Raven showed her.

"Use more of your wrist," he instructed.

SNAP! SNAP! The whip cracked again and again until Amber felt she was ready to use it on live flesh. Then she turned to her slave.

Marie was trembling, her alluring green eyes now wide as saucers. After all, what could be more terrifying than facing a whip in the hands of someone with no proper skills, but certainly the willingness to use it?

"Are you ready for the whip?" Amber asked her.

"Yes, Mistress," Marie answered, her voice shaking.

Amber began again by striking slowly and softly. She didn't want to hurt Marie, not really, but she did want to show her slave that she was serious about the whip. Each stroke was more intense, until the whip curled around Marie's naked form. During this part of the session, Raven gave Amber more advice on her technique so the blows would not leave lasting scars on the girl's body.

She struck silently, circling and never striking the same place twice. Her aim was inexperienced, so her strokes often landed where she did not expect them too. Still, Marie's sex and breasts often received a stroke, making her squeal

and moan. The sounds of her screams and the whip striking her flesh seemed to bounce off the walls and reverberate throughout the whole dungeon.

After the twelfth and final count, Marie was no longer the graceful, alluring beauty that had captured Amber's heart at the party, but a tortured wretch covered in red marks.

Amber coiled the whip and presented it to Marie, in the same manner Sonia had done with her when she was being disciplined.

"Kiss it," Amber ordered, "or else they'll be a few more."

"Yes, Mistress," said Marie as she kissed the whip handle.

Even as she hung there beaten and exhausted, Marie's full pale-pink lips were beautiful. Amber wanted feel their silky kiss again, but she knew the session was over.

"You're done now pet," Raven told her.

Amber handed him the whip, handle first, eyes cast downward in slave fashion.

"Thank you, Master," she said.

"You show promise, no matter what side of the whip you're on," Raven complemented her.

"I agree," Stryker added. "I'd like to buy her from you, before I leave tomorrow if possible. I'll even throw in Marie here in the deal."

"Sorry, my friend. If you want her, you'll have to wait for the auction and bid on her like everyone else. She'll bring in hefty price too." 

Raven then placed his hand against Amber's cheek, "You may go now, pet." The gesture surprised her because it so affectionate. He was more than impressed with how Amber carried herself.

"Why don't we keep her with us for the evening?" Ethan Rom broke in. "I'd hate to see her go after that performance."

"No," said Raven. "She's still in training and she's had enough for tonight."

He motioned Shii Ann over and she took Amber back to the dressing room.

Amber felt deep inside her that something had changed. Still, that night she spent the evening alone chained in her cell. Her hands had been linked to her collar so that she couldn't touch herself. Her ankles were also fastened to the corners of her cot to keep her from grinding her thighs together. Desperately, she wanted release from her frustration, but that had been denied to her by Raven.

  

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The next morning, Master Goodwin Stryker and his party left early. Several days later, Amber would learn that Marie had been sold to another owner in Paris, France. Amber realized she would never see Marie again, and though the news saddened her, deep down, she was also relieved.

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