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Chapter Twenty Four
The next morning was filled with delicious anticipation for Natasha. It was day number seven for young Tiffany and Natasha and it was all but certain that one of them would be signing on the dotted line today. Natasha truly loved seeing a girl surrender herself to the inevitable, seeing the final act of capitulation of a young girl was something she never tired of. Fully 70% of all girls brought to Stonebrair signed the contract on the first day they were permitted to. Many more would have done it much sooner, perhaps on day three or four of their incarceration, but Dr. Olga had convinced Mistress Natasha it was unwise to allow that. It was unwise to put a girl into the Chamber who had not 100% fully committed herself to a life of lesbian slavery. Natasha was certainly in no position to question the good Doctor’s professional expertise, so she simply went along with the program. It had worked beautifully for 15+ years, why change anything now?
What Natasha was really excited about now was seeing Susan’s reaction to Tiffany’s eventual surrender. She was sure that young Susan would not also join her new friend in succumbing, forcing Natasha herself into taking matters into her own hands the following evening. That was what she really wanted more than anything, to put Dominique in an even more compromising position, so she carefully devised a scheme for today’s joint torture session where hopefully only Tiffany would take the bait.
It was 10:00 AM now and Susan and Tiffany were done with their morning shaves and were prepared for their first session in Sub-basement 2. Natasha took her private elevator down one flight and met Dominique, who was waiting nervously outside the door, along with several of her team members.
“Are we all set ladies?” Natasha asked.
“Yes Mistress, the 16DPD is aligned and the girls are prepared.” One of the two orderlies responded promptly and politely.
“Thank you ladies, you may leave us now.”
“Yes Mistress.” They both replied in unison, trying to hide their obvious disappointment at not being allowed to witness this procedure. Almost everyone on the staff loved watching this one.
Natasha and Dominique paid them no heed as the two younger workers walked away. Before going in Natasha grabbed Dominique’s arm and said, “Don’t worry Dominique, I won’t let it happen to Susan, I promise, this is just a bluff to get Tiffany to take the bait. As you know today is day number seven for her. Just seeing Tiffany give in should be all we need to get your sister to follow in her footsteps.” So convincing was Natasha that she almost believed this lie herself.
Dominique wanted to believe her Mistress, wanted to believe her more than anything as she was not sure how much longer she could go on torturing her younger sibling. She managed a somewhat reassuring glace to Natasha as the two older doms walked into the room.
In the middle of the room were both girls, completely naked and each laying flat on their backs. Each was heavily restrained on identical padded leather tables. They were facing each other in a way as the the soles of their feet almost touched. Their feet were separated by only a few inches and their legs were spread wide open. On each of their respective tables, in between their outstretched legs, was a large black box, maybe 3 feet long, the contents of which was unclear.
Natasha started speaking to them almost immediately. “My dear sweet girls, #473 and #475, how long are we going to keep this up? You must be getting very tired of this, especially you #473; it has been what 14-15 days for you? You must know certainly that you will give into us eventually don’t you? Then we can begin the far more pleasant part of converting your delicious little body into that of a lesbian slave.”
Susan didn’t respond to the obvious taunt. Natasha was well aware of Susan’s ultra strict religious background. She was well aware that in Susan’s mind she would be committing an unpardonable sin in the eyes of the church by engaging in any type of lesbian sex. Susan was smart enough to know that that ant reaction on her part would only serve to only goad Natasha on even more and she didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.
Natasha admired her for not taking the bait and just stared directly at the defiant young beauty. “Very well then, here is what we are going to do next.” She pulled a dark curtain away from the wall closet to the girls, one that they could both easily see despite their prone positions. Behind a glass case were 2 columns of neatly arranged black dildos. “That’s right girls, you are both about to be fucked and fucked hard!” Natasha said ominously and without any hesitation.
The Mistress walked between the two girls and picked up the box between their wide-open legs, revealing two motorized contraptions with piston pumps and long mechanical arms, the intent of which was only to obvious.
“You see girls there is price for insolence, and now you are both going to learn it. Right now you are in a room known to us internally as “Number 16”. We call it that because if you look closely at the cabinet, each pair of side-by-side dildos equals 16 inches in length.”
Looking over at the display Susan and Tiffany could indeed see that the right side of the case had a long dildo on the top shelf followed with a slightly smaller one on the next shelf down and so on. As the sizes on one side grew smaller the ones on the opposite side grew larger.
Natasha gave them a moment to survey the case before continuing. “Let me be a little bit more precise on exactly what is going to happen next. The machines between your legs are specially modified devices that are going to drive one of those dildos deep into your cunts, exactly how deep will be for each of you two to decide. The devices will not stop for any reason, they are machines remember, they will show you no mercy, they are designed to do one thing and one thing only, to repeatedly fuck your pussy with whatever we attach to it!”
Tiffany started to cry again, and even the normally resolute Susan was beginning to get extremely nervous. Somehow she had managed to avoid being penetrated, they could have done it at anytime to her she was sure of that, but now it appeared her long cherished virginity was in serious jeopardy.
“What you two are going to do now is play a devilish little game we like to call ‘divide the inches’. Here is how you play; there is a total of sixteen total inches of dildos over there in that cabinet that are going to get rammed into your little pussies’. I don’t care if one of you wants to take the whole sixteen and the other one of you takes nothing. It doesn’t make any difference to me. But when we come back in here you two better agree on who is taking what. Because if you don’t agree I will up the total to eighteen or even twenty inches, or more if I feel like. Am I making myself clear?!?” Natasha screamed at the two girls, ratcheting up the pressure even further on them.
She was getting tired of playing games with Susan, or at least that is what she wanted Dominique to think. The real game was being played on her loyal Commandant, as Dominique would soon find out.
Dominique and Natasha left the room, leaving the two scared girls alone to make this awful decision.
It took a few moments for Tiffany to compose herself, but she knew that she had to. Her new friend needed her now. She caught her breath and managed to bawl out, “I think I can take 10 inches Susan, I want take more for you but I just don’t think I can handle it. I have never had anything in me that big.”
“Thank you Tiffany, it’s not necessary I will be able to do my share.” She responded unconvincingly as she was equally scared and it showed in her cracking voice.
“It’s not fair these fucking bitches, you are just a virgin god damn it!!! Who do these people think they are? They have no right…” Tiffany was just working herself up into an angry froth right now, squirming, twisting and trying anything to get herself free. It was of no use she wasn’t going anywhere and she knew it, it just felt good to let off some steam. Tiffany was in fact being honest; she really did not think she could handle anything larger than that. She had limited sexual experience, and as much as she wanted more than anything to take the pressure of Susan, she didn’t dare risk it.”
Although not having Susan’s bona fide religious credentials, Tiffany was a devout Baptist. One who was raised in a God fearing family and one who always felt guilty after her few sexual encounters with boys.
Outside in the hallway, Dominique and Natasha listened in on a hidden microphone. Once the girls had made their decisions they headed in, but again not until Natasha reaffirmed the fact to her loyal underling that in no way would she violate Susan, this whole thing was merely a ruse to get Tiffany to surrender.
“OK Ladies, have we decided yet?” Natasha asked in a matter-of-fact manner, as if she didn’t already know the answer.
She looked right at Tiffany waiting for an answer, “Well?”
The terrified blond from Texas managed to mutter out, “I will take the 10 inches.”
“Excellent choice my dear, trying to take a bit more to ease the pressure on your friend? How noble of you.” Natasha responded mockingly as she headed over to the glass cabinet and grabbed both the ten and six inch dildos. She handed the shorter one to her masked companion and both proceeded to fasten the two-rubber phalluses to their corresponding mechanical arms.
Natasha took great care to ensure her rod was on firmly. She had not done this in a while, as a subordinate usually handled this type of routine matter. Her own pussy was getting moist looking into the scared girl’s eyes. It made her wish she spent more time on Level One working with the new girls. Natasha reached under the table and grabbed a lube dispenser and squirted it a couple of times on the rod before rubbing it up and down to spread it out more evenly. She then squirted a few more dollops onto her hand, which the then slowly applied to Tiffany’s silky smooth cunt. Finally she gripped the rod and positioned it into place.
Meanwhile Dominique, still hiding her shame behind her ever present mask, was going deliberately slow in applying lube to Susan’s dildo. Just as she was about to squirt some onto Susan’s inviting pussy she heard Natasha call her.
“Dominique, come over here and help me please. I think we should start with this one first.”
Dominique was relieved, as she was hoping not to be called out for here obvious delaying with the preparation of the shorter rod for her sister. She turned around and got up as Natasha was gently spreading Tiffany’s’ pussy lips to allow the head of the dildo to slide in easily. Dominique had done this many times before and was quite adept at manually controlling the machine so it would be in the correct thrusting position before beginning its forward assault.
“Please, I beg of you, you don’t have to do this. I will do what ever you want, just don’t do this to me!” Tiffany was hysterical now.
“My dear, of course you can surrender yourself now if you wish, after all it is your seventh day here and that is allowed under our rules. But to do so now would only force us to add extra inches to your young friend’s dildo. Is that really what you want?”
Tiffany thought for a moment. Of course she didn’t want this awful thing rammed inside her. But Susan didn’t either, and it wasn’t fair to her to back out now and make Susan shoulder more of the burden was it?
Natasha, and to a lesser degree Dominique, watched delightedly as this scenario played out before them. The had put girls in this delicious dilemma many times before but even with Natasha’s “guarantee” not to penetrate Susan, Dominique still felt uneasy about how things were going to play out.
After much soul searching, Tiffany finally gave her consent and nodded her head, giving her consent to begin. Dominique wasted no time and flipped the switch on the unit. Immediately the rubber head started to sink its way into Tiffany’s tender folds. The girl screamed louder and louder as it pushed further and further into her cunt. Natasha, as was her custom, checked to make sure the bonds were securely fastened. They were, allowing her to focus her attention on Tiffany’s firm breasts. She squeezed them gently and then took turns licking each of the girl’s large nipples, as if doing so would arouse the girl. She alternated her sucking between them, as the rod pumped its way deeper and deeper into the pretty Texan’s cunt.
Finally at the eight-inch mark she screamed out: “Please stop, I can’t take it anymore. I am ready to give in; I will do whatever you want!!!”
This statement, heard many many times over the years in one form or another, was music to Natasha and Dominique’s ears. This is what every staff member on Level One longed to hear each and every time they brought a new girl into to Stonebriar. It was the final act of submission, of complete surrender, of an acceptance of the reality that every girl there eventually made; that they were ready to submit themselves to the inevitable, lesbian slave hood.
Tiffany was no different than any of the 470 odd girls that had come before her, and truthfully she was one of the easier ones. Having given herself up in the minimum seven-day period would put her in the 61st percentile of all girls who would surrender on their seventh day there.
Dominique began to back the rod out of Tiffany’s wet slot as Natasha went to the wall by the door and pushed a series of buttons, indicating that it was time for the staff to come back in. While they waited, both of the women kissed Tiffany on the lips and thanked her, while also praising her courageous decision to stop fighting and accept her inevitable fate.
“Thank you number 475, I know it was not easy to go through that, but it was absolutely necessary. What is going to happen now is you will be taken back to your cell for some quiet reflection time. You will not be touched any further; I can assure you of that. In a few hours, Madam Hardings will join you in your cell. The two of you will spend some time together. Please remember she is there to help you. She will answer any questions you have and reaffirm that you have made the right decision here today. Then she will ask you to sign the contract that you have heard so much about. Once you do that we can take the next step into your lesbian enslavement.”
Tiffany began to cry again, even harder this time as she was removed carefully from the bindings on the table and then placed on a cart and wheeled out of the room. “Be strong Susan, I know you will, don’t let these fucking bitches…!”
Her voice trailed off as a hand was placed over her mouth and then the door finally slammed behind them, leaving only the two brutal women and one very scared sixteen-year-old girl. Natasha took Dom’s hand and led her into the corner, out of earshot.
In hushed tones Natasha said, “OK Dominique, I promised he we would not do this now and we won’t. Let’s have her taken back to her room where she can wait for the rest of the day in her cell. We will keep the wall down so she cannot see what is going on with #475, when she is taken away we will raise the wall, so she can see that her friend is gone. Hopefully this will be the straw the breaks the camel’s back and she will give into us, if not we will have to reevaluate our strategy.” Natasha knew exactly what she was going to do.
Dominique, for her part, had no choice but to go along with the plan. She doubted it would work; nothing seemed to faze her sister Susan, not even the loss of her best friend Missy just over a week ago. Why would this be any different she thought?
Susan just lay there and listed to the ominous sounding whispers coming from the other side of the room. She was starting to get cold now and this seemed to bother her as much as the horrible apparatus waiting between her legs. This went on for several minutes until, inexplicably the two women left the room. She knew from experience not to get her hopes up, as horrible things happened to her body daily, but it appeared she had dodged a bullet. This almost assuredly was the case when two of the orderlies’ came in and put her chastity belt back on. One even muttered, “It looks like this is your lucky day bitch.”
They untied her from the table and even put a robe over her before wheeling her back to her cell. There she was tossed in and left only with her thoughts as the wall between her cell and Tiffany’s had been indeed been lowered. Susan desperately wanted to talk to her friend, to thank her for her bravery when they were together. Whatever was going to happen to her next she wanted to be there for her, to let her know she would be praying for her. But it was not to be, the wall stayed down. For Susan, the only way to join her new friend, and even her old friend Missy, was to follow them down the same path.
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