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MARGARET - LOST FROM HER MIND [ part 15 ] “We were outside the school, waiting for a minibus, somehow the ten of us were chosen to go. There were 3 boys and 7 of us girls. We were going to Sea-World as a special reward, but none of us could make out what for?” . .. the minibus pulled up at the school and the driver opened the door. He was a hairy man, he had bushy eyebrows and a beard, he called out. “Hi there, you the kids for the Sea-World special?” He was answered with a cheer from the children. They were beautiful, this was what Roger liked about his work. He love the feeling of young flesh and these 9 and 10 year-olds were perfect! Roger had a list of the children’s names and as he called them out he sat them down into the seat on the bus. The names were in alphabetical order and so Margaret Wilkinson was the lost one to be called, she was the reason all these children were taken, they were her price. “Now kids, you’ve got to put your seat belts on. That the city law I’m afraid, I know, I know it’s tough but that’s what they say. So all of you belt up!” He smiled as he said that hearing them laugh and then he sat down at the driver’s seat checking an indicator panel which showed all 10 light. “That’s good kids, now sit back ‘cause here we go!” He drove away from the school and made a few turns before calling back, “Hey kids, what about a sing song? Let’s get rid of the roof, Yeah?” At the children’s enthusiastic cheer he started, “10 green bottles . . . hanging on the wall . . .” The song was soon taken up by the children who started to sing it with gusto, As they did so Roger opened a valve by the steering wheel, this started pumping gas through a tube in the seat belts, this created an unseen area around each child’s head of anaesthetic gas, as they sang and drew in breath more gas was taken into their lungs. By the time they were at ‘3 green bottles’ all the children were asleep. Roger, wearing an oxygen mask, smiled as he drove out of the city and off to his home. ---- When the children awoke they found that they were all naked and strapped down on their backs, their legs were bent at the knees and separated. They all started to scream, this helped to wake up those still sleeping. All the children tried to struggle out of their bonds but found they were held tight. Above them mirrors showed them each other. Margaret found she was next to a naked girl and on the other side a boy was crying away, she remembered what her father had told her and spoke a phrase to herself, she could feel her mind moving away from her body as the conditioning took hold. Looking in the mirror she could see that they had been positioned in some sort of order, girl, girl, boy, girl, girl, boy, girl, girl, boy and finally a girl. Margaret was the fifth child in the line up, not the last as she expected. Then Roger, without the makeup, entered the room and smiled at the children, “Ah music to my ears. Hello drones, welcome to your new lives. Now I will begin by giving you all a number, don’t forget what they are because they are now your names. Then I will register you all and give you all a tattoo, isn’t that nice of me, just think you’d have to be twice your ages before you could have one!” Roger started by placing labels around each child’s neck. Margaret was given 435. Once this was done he went to the first child, a girl, she was in Margaret’s class, she had blonde hair and blue eyes, the hair was platted into two pigs-tails. Roger smiled this one would fetch a good price on the overseas market, once she was ready she’d be worth the price of two Margaret’s alone! He pulled the struggling, screaming, girl to what appeared to be a chair with two ridged stirrups protruding out from it. He punched the girl in the stomach, to knock the breath out of her and to stop her from struggling as he manhandled her into the chair, he tied her at the neck, arms and then forced her legs into the stirrups, then he separated the stirrups so that her legs were forced wide apart. “Now then drones, listen up! When I bring you to this chair you will allow me to put you into this position or you will be hurt, just as drone 431 has found out! Roger made sure that the straps were tight as he stood between the girl’s legs. He gazed at the girl’s body and smiled at her, “You know 431 you’ve got a lovely slit and ass, I’m going to enjoy putting you to my cock, but business first!” He studied the flesh between then girls’ legs and prepared his needles. First of all he traced out the number to be tattooed and then inked up the first needle. This he pushed into the girls’ skin, making her scream with the pain. He smiled and looked up. “Oh yes, I forgot to mention, that this is a mildly painful process, just scream if it hurts!” He looked at the other children who were watching in horror, although only eight were horrified, one just looked on impassively, as if it didn’t matter. He returned to his work. He quickly finished the numbering, well he did have the practise and then pulled down a microphone. “Subject 431 – formally known as Caroline. First subject for marking, subdued by normal method. Small ass and cunt at present.” He jabbed his finger into the girls’ slit making her cry in pain and fear. “She’s a virgin at the moment, can’t have any older brothers then!” he joked and then asked the girl about her sexual knowledge, which was virtually nothing. “Well you’re going to all about it 431, now back to your training bench. He un-strapped the girl from the seat and marched her back to the restraints. As she approached it she could see that it was articulated and had wheels, Roger told her that it would eventually be placed into any position he required and her along with it, as he firmly strapped her back into her original position. He then turned to the next girl who started to plead with him. “No, no, please don’t, I don’t want to do it, do him next not me pleasse!” But Roger just laughed at her words. “He’s going after you darling, and since you have begged so nicely, I’ll be nice to you and relieve you of that nasty problem between your legs.” He pulled her over to the chair and quickly strapped her in. By the time the last number had been tattooed onto her she was moaning in pain, unable to scream out. The examination showed that she also was a virgin. He pushed on the back of the chair which tipped into a horizontal position and raised the legs of the subject. Roger stood between the legs of the unfortunate 432 and positioned his cock. He jabbed straight in, she managed to scream as her hymen was ripped away with his thrust. He stopped, still imbedded in the crying girl, to turn to the group watching. “I hope you’re all watching this. As this is what you will all be going to be doing once I’ve finished registering you all. And don’t worry boys one of you will be demonstrating how you’re going to be treated.” He grabbed hold of the girl’s head and looked into her face, which was white with shock and tears were flowing down her cheeks, but her eyes were closed. He struck her across the face. “Open your eyes 432! I want to see your eyes!” The poor girl snapped her eyes open, Roger smiled, her pupils were wide open with the pain of losing her virginity to her kidnapper. She felt him pushing inside her again and again, forcing that part of him deeper into her body. Then he withdrew from her. “No you know what to expect for the rest of your lives from now on!” Roger said to the crying girl. “And just so you remain like this . . .” He reached under the chair and produced a large dildo which he pushed into her slit. “There you are 432. Now get used to it, because at some stage you’ll take larger, I promise you that!” He untied the girl and carried her to her bench where she was firmly tied, still crying and with the dildo deep within her. Next was a boy, after seeing how the previous girl had been treated he was terrified, so seconds after he was lifted from his bench he started to pee in fear. Roger just looked at the piss on the floor and laughed. “Hell son, that don’t worry me!” and he put his hand on the liquid and then rubbed it over the boys’ face. “Just be glad you didn’t crap yourself, ‘cause you’d be wearing that as well!” Again, accompanied by screams and tears, Roger completed the tattooing of the boy and then amused himself by playing with the youth’s penis before pushing his finger deep into the boy’s anus. As he untied the crying boy he said, “Now guess what’s going to happen to you boys!” The boy tried to struggle anew as he was re-strapped into the bench, but was too weak. The next victim was a girl, who received the tattoo of 434 and was returned after being molested by Roger and then it was Margaret’s turn. Roger tried to gloat as he untied her, but then he noted that her face was dry and her eyes were clear. She walked to the chair and placed herself into position before Roger could stop her. He decided to call her bluff, he didn’t strap her down but began to mark her instantly, digging the needle deep into her flesh, but still she didn’t seem to notice it. “Dammn you 435! Scream! Why don’t you scream!” Roger demanded. ---- “Yes Margaret, why didn’t you scream?” Sister E asked Margaret. “Because daddy had trained me to understand that my body was made up of nerve ending and the messages they send to the brain can be channelled into something else, it was a matter of diverting the impulses.” She smiled, “he didn’t realise that it was helping me to hide my feelings and my being elsewhere in my mind. It was when Roger wanted to know where I came from that I really had fun with him.” “Why what did you tell him?” Sister E asked quietly Margaret’s voice altered to that of the girl being tortured in the chair, “My hometown is Ropeville, my allegiance is to the council and people of Ropeville, my body is just a vessel for the legion that will come . . .” “So what did you mean by that, Margaret?” Sister E prompted. Margaret shook her head, “I don’t know, it was just there for me to say. As my dad says . . . said, confusion to your enemies!” Her face dropped slightly as she mentioned her father and then she continued her story. ---- Roger considered her statement, which the child was repeating, he realised that this girl was going to be trouble, he would have to contact Richard and warn him. He would even try to get Richard to alter his mind and take another girl. Roger continued his examination of the girl 435, but his finger slid straight into her cunt, he was disappointed and so reached under the chair and retrieved a large dildo which he forced into the girls’ slit. Then he took another dildo and pushed it up her anus. Margaret was told to return to her bench, she walked with a waddle, her legs wide apart and then laid back on the bench with her limbs positioned to be tied. The next subject was a boy and it was with glee, almost pleasure that Roger grabbed him and forced him into the chair. The boy 436 was screaming in pain as the needles were pushed into his flesh. He was sobbing when Roger finished but then screamed again as the back of the chair was pushed back and Roger was buggering him with deep strokes of his cock. “You see boys, none of you will escape attentions like this, there are many men in the east who prefer soft white boys, so get used to this, as you will be receiving it for the rest of your lives.” Roger quickly dealt with the remaining 4 children and then rested slightly. He started a prepared sequence which started with the room being placed into darkness and television screens being lowered from the ceiling. Electrodes were placed on the children’s bodies and sensors checked their eyes and head positions. “Now I have a film that you will all watch. If you close your eyes for more than two seconds or if you move your head to avoid watching . . . well you won’t do that more than once. So happy viewing.” Roger left the room and the film started. On the screens, tied to a bench as the children were, was a dark haired girl, she looked to be about nine, and she was very scared. “Please no, not me, I don’t want to!” She was repeating over and over. Roger’s voice came over the speaker now, “This is drone 237, and she’s been selected to show you, my latest drones, what to expect. This will also come as a great surprise to 237 as she doesn’t know either . . . this will be a learning experience for you all. You are going to be sex slaves, making your bodies available for whatever your masters require of you. Now today marks the first real day of training.” The view changed to that of a machine, which appeared to be mainly metal sticks with dildos on the end of them, tubing went to a single dildo while two others took up position at the opposite end of the machine. “This is the pacifier. The benches you are now on will be positioned over the body of this machine. You head will be tilted back and the oral refreshment dildo will be lightly inserted there. You will find your legs are already positioned to accept the anal and vaginal dildos. Oh and don’t worry if there are any boys among you, the vaginal dildo will be omitted, instead you will have a clamp, Now girls, some of you will be virgins, like 237 is, unlike 237 I will be removing that from you, some have already experienced that. The dildos for you will be at a shallow level, until after defloration when the full depth will be used, after some time the size will be increased to allow for larger men to use you.” During this time the sounds of electrical shocks could be heard as some of the children had tried to close their eyes, or turn away from the action, the position of the electrodes provided agonies until the children returned their attention to the screens. “Now to the anal dildos, these are unisex – that means both the boys and the girls will used these, unlike the vagina’s there is no problems and so full penetration will be selected, they will be reaming your asses like there’s no tomorrow, and these are inflatable, that means they get larger and longer. Oh I have to warn you that we have had accidents with these and some drones have been seriously injured, but hey perhaps now we’ve got the bugs sorted out. But just to show you what happens to injured or sick drones just watch . . .” The scene changed to that of a boy, blood streaming from his bum, but tied as he was to his bench he couldn’t move. “In these cases there’s only one thing that can be done.” The film showed Roger going to the boy with a gun in his hand, he put the gun to the boy’s temple and pulled the trigger. The children watching screamed as the head exploded and the sound of electric shocks could be heard as several of the children were sick and turned away. “Another lesson to learn here. Now Drones I don’t care about you, If you’re injured or can’t perform then you’re just rubbish to be thrown away. That’s the benefit of this training. I don’t care if just one of you survives my work will carry on. You see boys and girls you are in a fight for your lives, because only one of you will be allowed to leave here, remember that, only one slave will survive. So if you see another slave then unless you can beat them, you will be killed. Another slave means death.” “Now let’s see how 237 is getting on.” The next scene opened to show the same girl, her hair pulled back and the oral dildo was firmly in her mouth, 237 was sucking on the dildo and liquid could be seen going down the tube. “The liquid is a nutriment that your bodies need, you can get it at first by gently sucking on the head of the dildo, but as the time goes on you will be required to take more of the shaft into your mouths, but don’t worry you’ll get used to it. But remember folks the more expertise you show the more food you will receive.” “Now for the anal dildo” The view changed to that of the lower part of the girl’s body, in the position her anus could be clearly seen as a star shaped pattern quickly covered by the head of the dildo. “Now you’re advised to relax at this juncture, otherwise this will be painful. The dildo moved forward pushing on the sphincter muscle until it forced its way into the girl. It stopped for a few seconds and then started to slowly enter to its full length. “This is the dildo fully imbedded. And now for the pumping action that you will all come to know and . . . well you’ll come to know how it feels anyway!” The dildo was shown slowly coming out of the girl’s rectum to about half way before being rammed back into her body, then it repeated the action, slowly out and quickly in, the children could see the sphincter start to follow the dildo on it’s outward journey, and then a light coating appeared on the dildo and the action started to go smoothly. “After a bit the automatic lubrication will cut in, that’s for those of you who can lubricate it might be better!” “Finally we come to the vaginal dildo!” The screen showed the dildo being placed into the labia major of the girl. “Now 237, like some of you girls has not yet been breeched, normally this means that only this much of the dildo would enter her, like this.” The dildo moved in and started to pump away just inside the girl’s vagina. “This will get you used to entry and withdrawal. But when you have been deflowered then we can get full entry, which looks like this.” This time the dildo pulled out and then went in completely inside the girl. When it pulled out streaks of red could be seen. “Oh don’t worry about that . . . she’s only a drone and so it doesn’t matter, you deflowered drones have already bled so you needn’t bother about that.” The camera pulled away to show the girl on her bench, dildos in her mouth, anus and vagina. Her body already had a light sheen on it. “And that’s it drones, your basic position for the next few weeks. Don’t forget your nourishment, as you will need it. And don’t even think about not taking it as you will be forced to take it, like this . . .” And the dildo in 237’s mouth started to move, the children could only watch as it went down into her mouth and throat and deposited the food directly into her stomach. “This will happen every time you fail to drink any by yourself! Please enjoy your training and remember there can only be one slave to a master!” The screen went blank for a moment and then the film restarted showing the girl crying on her bench. As far as Margaret could remember this happened 15 times, the number of electric shocks decreasing as each child became accustomed to the images that appeared on the screen. After the last repetition the screens were withdrawn and the lights went out, however the children were now met with cries of other’s being tortured and children crying over and over, “No, no, no, no”. As the children all went to sleep, sensors monitoring their brain activities, there was a loud noise that woke everyone up, in this manner all but one child was kept awake – the one was Margaret, it seems her father’s training had managed to allow her to sleep whenever needed. |