Capture and Training Facility

Capture and Training Facility

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She had had a name and a life before they took it from her with her clothes when they kidnapped her that night. Now she had a letter and a number to identify herself. She was B35, a slave, and when she completed the training she would be delivered to her master.

She was sitting on her small bed in her cell. She was despondent and confused. Minutes before, Mistress Kari had left her cell after telling her why she was here. It was not by chance that those men had grabbed her off the street and thrown her into the van. Just as it was true that she had not volunteered to be here. No, it was because of her father’s business partner. Edward Longacres, or Uncle Ed, fancied her and he had the contacts in the slavery trade to do something about it and have her turned into his sex slave. The past months of pain and humiliation and what was to come were all due to the perverted desires of a man she thought of as family.

It was not by chance that Mistress Kari chose now to inform her of these facts. She and the other staff members of the training facility had determined that the time was ripe to beat down the last of her independence with this news. Once she had assimilated the information she would be in a much better frame of mind to complete her training and accept her new life. Ed Longacres was growing impatient and wanted his new slave delivered as soon as possible.

The lights in her room blinked, indicating that she should be ready for bed in 5 minutes. Sleep time in the facility was indicated by a dimming of the lights. She quickly got up and went over to the toilet to pee. It was against the rules to leave your bed after the lights dimmed and the punishment was quite severe. She quickly learned that it was better to pee in her bed if she had to go, she got punished for that too but 12 of the best with the cane was better than the hours of torture she would get for leaving her bed. She removed her 6 inch high heels and lay down under the translucent latex sheet. Reaching under the latex covered pillow she removed the rubber dildo and began rubbing its head over her clit and pussy lips. She used the fingers of her other hand to tease her nipples and as her excitement grew, slowly slipped the 10 inch monster into the depths of her cunt. Masturbation was not only allowed here but was encouraged. A slave girl should always be hot and wet in case her master wanted to use her. Normally she would pump and tease herself to several orgasms but tonight she stopped after the first. She curled up under the sheet with the dildo still in her pussy and began to cry.

In the observation room two people were smiling as they watched B35’s image on the big monitor. The news of who had caused her to be here and what her purpose was finally broke down the last independence from her. “You will be able to complete her training and deliver her to me in 2 weeks as agreed?” Kari could hear the impatience in Master Ed’s voice. “Yes sir, the news of your involvement was the last and final shock we needed to make her into the slave you require. The pace we will have to proceed with may leave a few marks on her body upon delivery.”

“As long as she is trained and delivered on schedule a few welts and marks don’t matter. I’ll be adding some of my own soon enough.” Hearing this statement and seeing the evil look of anticipation in his eyes made Kari shudder. This was not a man to fall under control of, especially if you wanted to leave with a whole skin. Ed Longacres was a long time frequent customer of the facility. His slaves tended not to live long and those that survived were damaged to the point where they were only useful as dock-side whores or stars in snuff films. Master Ed turned and left the room with his latest acquisition following meekly behind him. Kari continued to watch her charge on the monitor and then logged into the facilities’ network and left instructions for B35’s morning preparation. Then it was off to her quarters and the delightful ministrations of the advanced trainee she had ordered for tonight.

B35 woke up as soon as the lights suddenly brightened to full intensity. She quickly began her long morning routine. One corner of her cell contained a sink, shower, and toilet and it was there she went to begin her preparations. Sitting on the toilet, she peed and gave herself a series of enemas to clean herself out. She inspected her body from neck to toes for hair and was pleased to note that there was none. The last round of lotions and electrolysis seemed to have gotten them all. Next came the shower and then her teeth and hair at the sink.

Now it was time to find out what her day would be like; more sex training, punishment, bondage training, or service training. She walked over to the monitor on the wall and pressed the Assignment button. The screen quickly lit up with her assigned role for the day. B35 – Uniform #4 – Rubber Bondage Maid. It was followed by a list of the items that would compose her outfit.

One wall of her cell had a double wardrobe and 2 chests of drawers. She went over to them and quickly began gathering up the required items and laying them out on her bed. The punishments were very severe for not following all instructions and after the beating, or whipping or caning, they would just make the assignment worse and continue on. She rechecked the list and the inventory on the bed before pressing the Assignment button again to indicate that she was ready to get dressed. She began with the crotch less latex pantyhose, making sure that she smoothed them up her legs so that there were no wrinkles. She also made certain that the thin white line painted up the back was flawlessly straight. The shoes were high heeled and the thin stiletto heel was 6 inched tall with a locking strap around her ankle. The latex bra was more of a shelf, molding itself to the bottom of her breasts while leaving the tops and nipples exposed.

She walked around for a few seconds to get used to the extreme height of her shoes. She picked up the hood and went over to the vanity to apply her makeup. She had been taught to apply her makeup in a dramatic exotic style. Her Chinese heritage lent itself to the bold colors; blood red for the lips, deep red blusher, and black mascara and eye liner. She finished and gathered her hair in a ponytail and put the open faced hood over her head and drew the pony tail out through the tube at the back of her head. She rechecked her makeup and made small repairs where it had been smudged by the hood.

Back to the bed, she drew the elbow length latex gloves over her hands and arms. The long-sleeved latex leotard came next and she began drawing it up over her body. The black latex was back zipped and she used the hooked string to zip it up to her neck. The figure 8 piece of latex covering her pussy and ass was removable and she had no doubt that it would be removed early but for now it covered her nether charms. The front of the leotard had an oval shaped opening for her breasts to poke through. She looked in the mirror a saw a vision in skin-tight black latex with only her face and breasts showing.

The door to her cell unlocked and opened. Two females came in; the first was another slave dressed like B35 and the second was a Training Mistress named Sabrina. Mistress Sabrina was known to have a fetish for bondage and latex and had a strong sadistic streak. B35 recognized the slavegirl but could not recall her designation. It didn’t matter because both she and the other slave were forbidden to speak unless given specific permission.

“B7, put your stuff down on the bed and help B35 finish dressing and everything better be tight and secure if you want to avoid my cane after the lesson.” Sabrina barked her commands out. B7 placed the box she was carrying on the bed and reached down to pick up the boned latex corset. She placed it around the other girl’s waist and fastened the front busks. Even through the latex leotard, B35 could feel that the edges of the corset were several inches apart in the back. The other slavegirl began at the top of the corset and worked her way down to the middle before switching to the bottom and working her way up. The gleaming tight rubber corset with its spring steal boning already felt tight and had B35 taking short breaths but she knew it was not over. It typically to at least 4 passes of tightening the laces to fit the corset so that it was fully closed. Again and again B7 worked her way down and up the laces until finally the corset was drawn to its required tightness and the laces tied off around her waist. B35 was feeling light headed, trying to get enough air using short shallow breaths that were all that the tight garment allowed.

Under the smiling gaze of their trainer, the slavegirls switched roles and soon there were 2 gleaming hour-glass shaped latex covered images in the mirror. B35 felt the moisture begin to flow from her covered pussy as she took in the sight of their ultra feminine shaped bodies as well as the image of their catsuited Training Mistress. B35 knew she was bisexual before her kidnapping, in the last couple of years she had discovered that she was more attracted to women than men. The sight before her and the pervasive smell of the latex were having their desired effect; her eyes began to glaze over and the warmth from her arousal began spreading outward from her crotch in waves. Her nipples hardened and the surrounding areolas crinkled with her growing excitement.

Sabrina stood with her hands on her hips and recognized the telltale signs of arousal on the Asian slavegirl. “Looks like things are getting a little hot and wet down below your waist huh B35.” She smiled as she saw proof that her training had worked and the slave was turned on by restrictive, tight latex; whether it was worn by her or another. “I see the sight of a couple of latex dolls gets the old pussy juice flowing. Now get you mind off her latex covered pussy and finish getting into your uniform, slut.”

Helping each other, B35 and B7 don latex petticoats, short latex maid dresses that left their breasts exposed, latex aprons and caps. Now came the bondage; Mistress Sabrina tightened a latex, boned posture collar/neck corset on each girl. Next came the steel bondage belt, collar, wrist and ankle cuffs. She locked a 9 inch chain between the ankle cuffs and a 6 inch chain between the wrist cuffs. This completed B7’s uniform but there were a couple of additional items for B35. Sabrina ordered her to spread ‘em and opened the latex cover over B35’s cunt. The first item was a 10 inch dildo that was inserted up her ass followed by a set of 2 inch diameter ben wa balls in her pussy. Sabrina re-sealed the crotch cover and picked up the next item; a special serving tray. The inner side attached to the steel bondage belt and on the outer corners were short light-weight chains. She locked the chains to B35”s nipple rings. The tray was heavy and pulled on her nipples and stretched her B cup breasts out into a cone shape. Sabrina had her walk around the room to let the equipment settle in. The outfit was diabolical, the full covering of latex was hot and caused her to sweat. Every step she took with the high heels caused her hips to sway and the ben-wa balls and dildo shifted turning her on a little more. Her movement also caused the tray to bounce and tug on her stretched nipples. Her breathing was restricted by the corset and the chains on he ankles forced her to take short strides.

Mistress Sabrina removed B7’s cunt cover but left B35’s in place and clipped leashes to each of their collars and led them out of the cell and down to the bar in the rec room. A night of ferrying drinks and empty glasses back and forth to the bar while being teased by the objects in her pussy and ass in restrictive latex would condition her to her new life. Half-way to the bar she had her first orgasm as a latex bondage slave.