
21st Century Subterranean Slavery Part IX
     
     
One-eight-six relaxed on her cot, eyes closed thinking about her old man client.

"Hey you look too happy this morning." She turned looking at her neighbor One-six-three. You must have had a good night?"

"Yes, a short seventy year old homely, nerdy accountant type; I cherished every minute of making love to him. I even married him in sort of a fake ceremony."

"You're not the only one sweetie but I never married one."

"Really...I thought my mind had lapsed to another universe. I mean on the outside there would have been no way."

"Yes but here sex is not just about performing flawlessly; It's about truly loving your client."

"Truly loving?"

"Yes, I've been here for nearly three years and would have been insane by now except for the way we are intimidated to truly love our clients. It's the threat of the madam's lashes, the warden and the pits at first but it does the trick. It takes months but eventually we enter an altered state of consciousness and somehow truly love them; especially the older and homely ones. Most of them will spend an eternity stroking and kissing every inch of your body; It's almost like our roles are reversed...they satisfy us first. With young studs, it's just `wham bam thank you ma'am' and they're done. The old ones are so cute and oh so grateful to be truly loved and it's not an illusion, we do love them. They're getting what they could never possibly get on the outside, at least with a beautiful woman. With whores out there it's just an impersonal roll in the hay; they fuck men like auto workers mindlessly assembling cars; screwing the same identical parts together over and over and over. Then at the end of the shift they wearily punch a clock and go home."

"That's an unusual analogy."

"Well think about it; in here these old me are presented with a veritable smorgasbord of the most beautiful young males and females on the planet."

"Smorgasbord?"

"Yes a variety of delicious ethnic beauties from around the world tempting the client's palate, who then sniffs, tastes and consume us in the privacy of their rooms. We are the hors d'oeuvres, main course, wine and dessert combined, prepared by gourmands: that is the syndicate, the Warden, the madam and various instructors, then enjoyed by wealthy connoisseurs of human flesh, or horny old men if you like.

"We are all sexy and beautiful or we wouldn't have been abducted. Think about it, any one of us walking into a mall, bar or pretty well anywhere, would turn heads. Most of them horny, drooling males but also women whether they admire us, or are just jealous because we get good looking guys or guys with money, they have no chance in hell with. The problem we had on the outside was inflated egos. We constantly flaunted our great figures and pretty looks to tease or for personal gain. Here as sex slaves, equally beautiful men and women surround us, at least during the day. That hurts our inflated egos, we're no longer special, no one worships us. In the evenings everything changes, we submit to men and women, we would never have considered on the outside and the reason, I know I'm repeating myself, we learn to love them despite their age or looks because from them we get the adulation our egos crave."

"Wow, talk about a way with words, who are you?"

"I was a student of English literature working on my degree at Harvard."

"At eighteen?"

"I graduated from high school at fifteen and was in my third year there when someone spiked a drink and I woke up in the pit."

"You're beautiful blonde, with a killer body and actually have a brain; now that is a miracle!"
 
"The miracle is that I'm still alive after an additional two trips to the pits.

"Wow...how did you manage that?"
 
"I refused to have lesbian sex with the madam, I had sex with men and women before but it was a matter of principle."

"Principles, let's see on a scale of one to ten, I'll say its less than one!"

"Yes I know, after another nine days in the pits I had sex with her. Then I was introduced to the warden and as soon as that monster touched me, I knocked him flat on the floor."

"Wow...he's supposed to be a former prize fighter."

"I'm a six-foot one, black belt kick boxer and stronger than many men, he's a light-weight; I would have killed him if it wasn't for three guards being there. I got twelve days for that with the snakes and rats plus at least twenty lashes a day. Some days they strapped a speculum to my cunt leaving it wide open for the snakes. It never happened because I managed to sleep with my hand covering it."

"So you cracked after that?"
"Well they strapped me down on a table with my legs locked in stirrups. He fucked and buggered me repeatedly for five days and nights. Then he wanted a blowjob, I refused and he sat on my face rubbing his hairy asshole all over it. With my head clamped in place, I finally gave in and blew him rather than going back to the snakes and the daily lashes. Eventually he ordered me to love him madly and give him a tongue bath, which I did several times for the last two days. It was a relief to go to the lineup."

A guard interrupting them called out three numbers including One-eight-six. She was shocked; her client had been extremely satisfied. This had to be a mistake.

When they entered the madams' office, she was told to stand next to her desk, not in the lineup. Her madam pointed at a riding crop and motioned for her to pick it up. So that was it, she was here as the Madam's disciplinarian.

"Before we start one-eight-six, you will passionately French kiss each slave due to be disciplined, they in turn will embrace you murmuring `I love my madam, while you caress their asses with the crop." She did as ordered and passionately kissed four females including a midget plus one male.

She gave each slave the number of lashes ordered by the madam, fully aware of a guard standing behind her touching her ass with a riding crop in case she eased up on the severity of her effort.

The three females passionately kissed the madam during their lashings. The midget was required to eat the madam's cunt while being lashed at ten-second intervals until the Madam climaxed, which reduced her lashes to twenty rather than thirty. The male slave at the same ten-second intervals had his lashes reduced from twenty-five to fifteen by ejaculating on the madam's belly at the tenth lash and then licking her belly clean, swallowing his own cum by the fifteenth.

After lashing them, the madam ordered One-eight-six to embrace and French kiss each slave with intense passion. The beaten slaves responded with feverish enthusiasm, moaning loudly, clutching and groping her flesh while rocking and twisting their pelvic regions into her body. During each necking session, a guard held a riding crop against the slave's ass while watching the madam to ensure that each performance was satisfactory. Two of the females, one of them a midget, got three quick lashes each, resulting in a desperate almost violent increase of action and passionate moans, which satisfied the madam's standard of passionate lovemaking.

One-eight-six was ecstatic; she was beginning to relish the feeling of inflicting pain on her fellow slaves, hearing them cry out in pain with each lash and watching their tears flow. Even better, she enjoyed them being compelled to reward the person who had inflicted those painful stripes, with true passion. She especially enjoyed the response of the two females as the guards riding crop tore into their ass flesh. They gasped into her mouth in shock as their bodies froze with each lash, but their passion then increased many fold. She was beginning to understand why her madam took pleasure in watching slaves lashed to tears while sometimes making passionate love to her and then thanking her profusely.

The madam addressed One-eight-six. "You did a commendable job today and you obviously enjoyed it as much as I did."

"Thank very much madam; I truly enjoyed lashing their guilty asses. They all failed the syndicate and deserved every loving lash. Thank you for letting me performs this honor." She really meant what she said; believing now firmly that failing to completely satisfy a client completely was sacrilegious.

"This is however not the only reason I had you come in here this morning. You have once again come up with new ideas for our sexual arsenal. Noting in your reports that you have acted as a blow up doll and a robot, that is just brilliant and then in another report describing the performance of a fake marriage. We are setting up a video session this afternoon and you will be demonstrating and perhaps teaching in the motivation class in the next few days. We are setting aside a room as a chapel for more elaborate and realistic fake weddings. Everyone will be fitted with risqué wedding gowns and photographed for their albums. The syndicate was impressed and decided to reward you. You can pick any slave you want for an hour twice a week for you own pleasure. You can make love to them and or lash them to tears, the choice is yours."

"Oh thank you...I know my madam is not as sex slave otherwise...?"

"Well not today, do you have a slave in mind?"

"One-four-eight madam...please?"

"Let me look at the list...Aha...your midget partner the night of the neck cradle lashing. Let's see now... oh yes of course, she's in the spoiled brats department. Good choice, I have enjoyed her luscious flesh many times...unfortunately without being able to decorate her ass meat. She's one of my favorite midget fucks, a living doll to say the least."

She picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Hello Steve, your madam here. I want one-four-eight in my office pronto...I don't give a fuck if she's being prepared and showered for your personal fucking pleasure. Fuck one of your other spoiled brats...No, she's not being punished. You've got ten minutes to get her here, got it? That's my good little Stevie boy, you haven't forgotten who holds superior rank here. Another outburst like that could result in a lot of stripes on your ass or even a visit to your beloved Warden. OK, I accept your apology...this time!" She hung up.

"Alright, One-eight-six go through that door, have the attendant wash you and then wait for your spoiled brat."

"Thank you madam so much," she almost ran to the door followed by a guard who removed her chains. She then impatiently waited while the attendant washed and dried her.

She sat down on a chair in the madam's large bedroom almost shaking with excitement until the door opened. Her little lover just stood there staring until the guard removed her chains and left.

One-eight-six held out her arms and her shapely black doll flew into her embrace kissing her madly.

"Why...why am I here...what happened? Are we being rewarded for being lashed with me hanging on to your neck? I saw the video. Why wasn't I in it?" She embraced One-eight-six's neck again kissing her passionately.

"Wow sweetie...not so fast we're not being rewarded for that and I know why you weren't in the video. You're far too valuable to the syndicate to get your ass bruised again, so they picked someone from the regular midget cell block." She then explained the reason for them being given an hour together.

"You picked me out of all the slaves here. You do love me as much as I love you." They hugged, fondled and kissed gently for some time before getting on the bed where they made love with the slow gentle passion of true lesbians. Catfights and erotic wrestling was for the viewing pleasure of male and some female clients. In the next hour, they both climaxed many times between periods of sweet talk while relishing being in each other's arms.

It was over when the madam entered. She was carrying a riding crop and ordered One-eight-six to assume the position. She got eight hard lashed and then ordered the midget to caress and kiss her striped cheeks. "This is just a reminder of your slave status." She said and then sat on the edge leaning back on the bed ordering One-four-eight to kneel on the floor and eat her cunt.

One-eight-six was motioned to present her DD's to the madam's mouth and clutching fingers. Next to wielding the riding crop, the madam's second most important fetish was to use her little hands for clawing, pinching and her mouth to suck lick and bite tits. She climaxed quickly and they both got up.

"Please madam, may I have eight lashes too?" One-four-eight sounded earnest.

"No you little brat," she kissed her pussy juice drenched lips passionately. "I would of course love to but being in the spoiled brats department you can't be bruised. Your hang around the neck session a few weeks ago with One-eight-six was a reminder of what's in your future with your clients...and me when you fail the syndicate. So hang on to that youthful glow as long as you can. You may leave now; a guard is ready to take you back." She pushed a button, kissed her again, and then let her kiss her statuesque lover goodbye. A guard entered and connected her chains. She picked up her heavy ball and was lead away.

It seemed odd to One-eight-six that the madam being a midget herself was not aware that One-four-eight would rather have regular lashes than being used as a youngster.

"Can I have her again next time madam?"

"No...not for a month, pick someone else."

"I would like an Asian hermaphrodite then." She wondered how long she would get this special treatment.

"Ah...a double duty cutie fuck, fine I'll select a recent arrival, one of my own favorites for you." 

"Thank you madam." She was being favored by the syndicate but was it the madam who made her pay the price. She had received eight lashes after making love to One-four-eight and she was the disciplinarian maybe twice a week while her favorite status lasted. She wondered if one or both was a requirement ordered by syndicate or just something, her Madam had cooked-up to satisfy her own sadistic fetishes.

From the syndicates point a view it all made sense; despite letting her have temporary favorite status, they would never let her forget that she was a sex slave. From the Madam's position, it also made sense, by adding a little more variety to her own sexual perversions. She guessed, that each session would be followed by numerous lashes, for her and maybe her chosen lover.

After lunch, she was led to the studio for the video shoot. It took quite a while since the super had many changes and suggestions. He told her that he would rewrite her experiences himself including the wedding ceremony, which made her very happy since she felt somewhat silly about her own suggestions 

TINY RED HEAD 
About a month after her first reward session with another slave, the madam picked one for her without letting her know who it was. She waited on the bed and was shocked when a guard brought in a diminutive female. She did not have the thick body of a midget but was not much taller. The guard left after removing her chains. One-eight-six waved her closer. She appeared to be in a trance but moved near the bed and turned slowly when prompted. She had short flaming red hair, was slightly built but well proportioned with a tiny waist, a nice little bubble ass and small cone shaped tits with nubs. Her face despite her condition was angelic not at all like an eighteen year old. She motioned for her to come close and then sat her on to her lap. She was surprised that her weight seemed much lighter than a midget was. One-eight-six stroked her body pulling her into her breasts, trying to stop her from, shaking. She looked down at her thigh brand reading Two-zero-one as her tears flowed. She continued to stroke her until she finally settled down.

"Why am I here, you're a sex slave too?" she whispered. "The madam said that I had to submit to anything in here." One-eight-six kissed her forehead and hugged her tightly. Telling her that it was a long story, but basically she was being rewarded for some suggestions she had made. "You mean I am to have sex with you as a prize or trophy or something?"

"Well you see, I love sex with men or woman some people would call me a nymphomaniac."

"Where I come from...that's a whore."

"You've got an accent where are you from?"

"Great Britain near the Scottish border."

"How were you abducted?"

"It was my birthday at a school picnic on a beach. I had wandered into the forest to have a pee. Two men grasped me, one covered my mouth while the other stuck me with a needle and that was it until I woke up in that horrible pit. Why would they want me for a sex slave, I'm a tiny and skinny four foot eleven, most people think I look three or four years younger?"

They selected you because you're pretty with a finely turned body. They most likely spied on you for six months to a year until your eighteenth birthday. They probably have naked pictures and or videos of you in the school or gym change room. They know everything about you; your school records; any behavioral psychiatric reports, your doctor and dental files; that goes for your family too.

"Your short alright but you've got good bones, they'll fatten you up to suit the taste of certain clients."

"The gym super said I was anorectic and that's true. I used to throw up to remain slender. Now they tell me to eat everything on the tray and I'm never alone even in the bathroom so I can't hurl anymore. I'm going to get fat, especially my behind, it's big enough now."

"You do have a nice ass but to most men it can never be big enough. You're not going to be fat just curvaceous, men like their women that way. Skinny models just suit gay dress designer's not real men. What did you think about the Warden?" She shook and started to cry again.

"Yes he's a monster but first they sold me as a virgin at an auction. The winner bought another slave, a big woman like you. She taught me how to suck on his disgusting penis and swallow some of that sticky salty stuff," She shook again and buried her face in One-eight-six's neck. Then he deflowered me lying on top of the other slave. He did it three more times during the night. I hate sex, I hate it and why do men want you to swallow their semen?"

"A man's penis is the center of his universe, there's nothing more important in his life. His vocation, schooling, hobby, etc. are necessary for survival but his days are constantly interrupted by sexual fantasies. A beautiful submissive woman is every man's Holy Grail.

"Making or forcing a woman to perform a blowjob is the ultimate act of domination. Some enjoy it if you are willing but others get their kicks by forcing you to blow them. Some will grasp his cock at the last minute in order to aim his jizz directly into your open mouth, expecting you to swallow it; others deliberately splash your face and then order you to scrape with a finger and suck it. 

"Regular coitus, missionary or doggie Style is nature's way of reproducing. That suits a young or inexperienced male. Just the feeling of getting his penis inside a woman's cunt is enough to get most young men off. After a while it becomes old hat; at least's if their good looking and getting sex on a regular basis. In time, especially with married couples it can become boring and. males begins to fantasize about oral sex. Most women are opposed to doing it for many reasons mainly because a woman can't climax from the act only the male. To a man, it's the ultimate act of sexual domination. The woman is usually on her knees, which in itself is an act of obedience. Think about religion where people kneel for God or Gods messenger a minister for example, or Kings of old, demanding everyone kneels of even prostates themselves in their presence. For most blowjobs, the man is standing or sitting with the woman down on her knees taking his cock in her mouth, ready to swallow or have her face and chest splattered with semen. A wise married woman would swallow her pride if you'll pardon the pun or at least pretend to enjoy it.

"There are of course other reasons for men to seek variety, like prostitutes, mistresses or slaves for the night if they can afford to come here. One reason is that many women especially if she has had children lose their shape and men like slender firm women." She felt two-zero-one's firm belly and waist. "Like you sweetie; "that's why our older clients like to embrace and fondle our bodies before sex, they're trilled because we're so young and firm. They might have wives at home with fat bellies and love handles; few men are turned on by that.

"In today's world of equal rights and feminism, kneeling obediently for a man is a difficult pill to swallow and many women won't, probably part of the reason for a fifty percent divorce rate."

"Some girls in my school gave guys blowjobs and even swallowed, from the gossip I heard in the change room, because they were afraid of getting pregnant."

"Well some of them are desperate for certain good looking guys and know if they don't put out they'll go elsewhere. There's always competition for some guys, usually lookers, jocks and rock musicians. So they submit on their knees.

"In any case, it gives men a feeling of power over you. As a sex slave, it's very important for you to sense what the client wants. What is most important, except for an abusive blowjob, is that you look up at your client with your mouth open, wearing an adoring puppy eyed expression on your face.

"You will learn to sense from the client's groans...when he ejaculates...to close your eyes until he's done so you won't get it in your eyes. Then you give him an adoring grateful look and suck his cock clean. After that, several things could happen; he might want you to clean your face with a finger and suck it clean. He might use a finger himself and feed the semen into your mouth. Again, you will relish every drop, looking up at him with that appreciative adoring expression. You have then doubled or tripled his orgasm and he's will go to sleep feeling like a sultan at least for a while.

"Even if he goes to sleep after intercourse, you should continue to focus on his penis by gently holding or maybe kissing it and if the position is right, cradle his balls. If he doesn't sleep or wakes up, your continued attention to his genitals will make him feel satisfied. Have you ever owned a cat?"

"Yes several, what's that got to do with sex?"

"Well you see, if you handle and stroke a man's genitals the way you stroke a cat to make it purr; you will make him moan and groan, just like the cat does. It's a sure fire way to get top marks in his report.

"When he is ready for more sex, you should moan, first with a slightly displeasure able `oh', while looking at him with a hurt expression if he moves you so you can't reach his penis. Then you moan with pleasure as he guides or orders you into a new position."

"Wont a client think that it's acting?"

"When a woman touches a man's penis he immediately loses all sense of reality and enters a fantasy world."

"Do you like swallowing the stuff?"

"I'm a sex slave, there's no choice but personally I love the taste and you will learn to love it after a while."

"How could I learn to love it, that doesn't make sense?"

"Through the training you get here. You're a sex slave not a prostitute. Prostitutes have choices they don't need to enjoy what they're doing. They just do what the customer wants and take payment for services rendered. Sex slaves must satisfy each (owner) client by giving him or her truly obedient loving sex. Your reward is not being lashed by the madam, not being brutalized the warden, or not going back to the pits."

"But...but I'm being forced to give them loving sex. How can I love someone when I'm coerced to do it?"

"That's the life of a slave in a nutshell, you're a sex slave so you can't be coerced; you're an item or thing not a person. Think of a floor mop, you're its owner and mop the floor with it. The mop can't refuse because it doesn't have a mind. Likewise, clients will use you in the same way. The only difference is that you can hear and follow orders but as a sex slave, you will eventually function mindlessly to the clients every wish. Again since the floor mop doesn't have a mind it can't be coerced, therefore neither can you.

"But...but I have a mind, I can think."

"Yes you do right now and you must still think in certain situations. When serving a client you will think about how to please that client sexually; that is, you will respond to his orders or moves to make his sexual orgasm one hundred percent satisfying."

"But how can that be, I am a real person?"

"Not any more sweetie, you're numbered sex slave." One-eight-six stroked her brand. "See, it reads: Two-zero-one on your thigh, it's just a serial number like for instance an automotive part made to fit somewhere on certain model car. The car is your client and the syndicates install you as a replacement part, making the car roar to life and accelerate. You're only allowed independent thought when trying to sense what the client wants, most other times you'll be mindless." One-eight-six lifted the little woman's chin and kissed her on the lips.

"Are we having sex now?" One-eight-six kissed and tongued her while caressing her shapely little body."

"Yes Two-zero-one, we are going to have sex but since we're both sex slaves we can enjoy each other without the fear of lashes, the warden or the pits. No-one will file a report."

"I feel good in your arms One-eight-six, you're soft and nice to me." I don't know if I can make sense of what you've been telling me but I do feel a little better." She pursed her lips and stuck out her tongue.

One-eight six smiled to herself and Frenched her; once again, she had gained the confidence of a newbie. She lifted one of her boobs and fed the nipple to her lover's mouth. Two-zero-one sucked on it gingerly and reached for the other caressing the nipple. One-eight-six reached for her partner's perfect little tits making her moan a bit and then gingerly touched her thick red bush finding a tiny clit making her gasp. She explored her inner lips and touched the vaginal entrance and then just palmed and rotated her hand on the protruding red mound.

Two-zero-one let go of One-eight-six's large breast and raised her face offering her lips, saying that for the first time as a sex slave she was feeling somewhat better. They French kissed passionately while groping each other's bodies. One eight-six rolled back on the bed and spread her thighs wide, raising her pelvis. Two-zero-one understood and crawled down and began kissing her partner's curly mound. One-eight-six moaned happily while she was being service by an inexperience tongue. She came several times and then asked Two-zero-one to sit on her face. She  positioned herself so she could grope her partners large breast One-eight-six groaned with pleasure as her experienced tongue probed her vagina bringing her to a climax in a very short time. One-eight-six pushed her off and they snuggled into each other's arms French kissing before relaxing enjoying the moment.

The madam entered and had a sixty-niner with Two-zero-one, while One-eight-six watched from a chair. When done she sent Two-zero-one away and gave One-eight-six six lashes. She thanked her madam kissing her feet 

Movie Star Lookalike

A week later One-eight-six sat waiting for her reward after having disciplined seven slaves. She was reflecting on the many slaves she had sex with over the last two months. The madam no longer let her chose a partner but it was sometimes a recent abduction. She enjoyed the newbies, remembering her own first few weeks. They were usually in a state of shock and disbelief, some submitting to her, at first like robots. After explaining, why they were making love to another slave; she enjoyed initiating foreplay and then slowly wait for them to respond in kind. It was different from serving a client, she gave them no orders but only used her skills to turn on the newbies to respond passionately.

With males, it was easy but some females were difficult to calm down and become her lovers even without the pressure of being a slave to a client. Some females were of course not natural lesbians or had at least never sought that kind of relationship on the outside; those females were a challenge and her favorites. After a night with the madam and maybe sessions with some female supervisors, they were of course familiar with lesbian lovemaking.

The door finally opened, revealing a dark blonde beauty, very shapely but not quite full figured with great tits and a red bush below. There was something mysterious almost eerie about her green eyes set in a beautiful pale face. 

One-eight-six stood up and motioned her to come close. She obeyed with a confused almost trancelike expression; One-eight-six kissed her sultry lips gently getting no response. "How long since you left the Wardens' quarters? She began to cry, "Yesterday, that horrible man." She replied with a strong Swedish accent and continued to cry. This was the first time she'd had a newbie that fresh. She hugged the woman's perfect hourglass body, marveling at her soft alabaster skin and guided her head to her own neck. She continued to cry but did embrace One-eight-six gently. One-eight-six began to stroke her flesh at first in a nonsexual way. She began to settle down as she fondled her sexually. She did not get much of a response and then took her hand and sat down on the edge of the bed motioning her Swedish beauty to sit next to her. She embraced her drawing her face into her neck. She was no longer crying and faced up after One-eight-six kissed her forehead.

"You are very beautiful," she looked down at her thigh brand, Two-zero-five. Like a movie star I can't remember the name."

"Yes I'm a Greta Garbo look alike which has won me a several contest in Sweden but now it's probably my curse."

"How did they abduct you?"

"I was on a combined vacation and student convention in the Caribbean. One afternoon I was in a bar with a beautiful Brazilian delegate. We met two handsome men who invited us for a free helicopter ride to see the island. They fed us drinks during the flight and that's the last I remember until I woke up in hell."

"Is she also here?"

"I don't know."

"I thought most Swedes were blonde what happened to you?

"I am a natural blonde but they dyed my hair dark blonde like Garbo's."

"Did you do the photo shoot yet?

"Yes, that was another disgusting experience dirtier than Play Boy. They also took a video where I was forced to read a few lines and smile alluringly."

"Ah...they're going to play up you accent with the Garbo thing. You will probably not be in the lineup then for a while."

"What do you mean?"

"They line most of us on a long stage every night where the clients can watch us and make their selections. They have however sort of a library where clients can go through the photo shoots and watch the Videos. Some clients select us that way."

"So once we're selected we must give them sex?"

"That's right, you're a sex slave there's no other purpose to your life."

"That is so unfair. Men cum fast though, just bang, bang and it's over, right?"

"Well the young men you are used to do that but you will be serving men or women sometimes in their seventies."

"I can't believe, that's not right, how can I do that?"

"You will do it or go back to the madam for lashes, make love to the warden or go to a pit. You will learn to love older clients. You see, they don't just bang, bang and go to sleep without foreplay. They are excited and fascinated by young flesh; they'll dance with you, massage you, fondle and sometimes kiss or lick your entire body before they actually have sex. Most want the girlfriend experience; remember you're a sex slave who loves her master for the night, not an indifferent whore working for money."

"Do they want to be sucked like the warden made me do?"

"Most of them want that and you better remember what the Warden taught you, unless the client like the Warden prefers a rape situation. You are the clients willing adoring lover who relishes his cock and swallows semen, as if it's the most delicious threat you ever had. Have you had oral sex with men before?"

"Yes many times, in Sweden many girls do that so they won't be pregnant. I do not mind to swallow it taste not so bad."

"What about lesbian sex, have you done it before the madam?"

"When I was younger with my second cousin, we were very much in love and had sex many times for about six months. Then one day her mother caught us doing it and told my mother. We were put under house arrest and told never to see each other again."

"I thought Sweden was an open minded society"

"Well most of it is but I came from a small town in northern Sweden. People are very religious there. We were sent separately to the pastor to be saved. It turned out on one occasion that he was away and his wife let me in. To make a long story short I had sex with her that evening. I think she was a true lesbian trapped in a marriage where she did not belong."

"How strong is your libido, did you masturbate from a young age."

"I used to play with myself even before puberty; I was fascinated touching and looking at my vagina with a small mirror. Once I reached puberty and the inner labia and clitoris appeared, I began to masturbate at least once a day sometimes many times. That's sort of how it started with my cousin, I asked her if she did it. She said no and wanted to know what it was like, even though she was almost a year older. So...I did it in front of her. Then, she wanted me to teach her, I fingered her for a long time until she came. After that, we would lie in bed and masturbate to see who would cum first. Then later we would do it to each other while kissing or sucking tits. Sometimes we would look close at each other vaginas, you know to name the different pictorially described on an internet site, there we also discovered that women actually licked each other's pussies. So we learned to love each other that way but it lasted only for a month until we were caught."

"So did you have sex again with the parson's wife?"
 
"Yes many times when he was away on church business which was often, she would call on me and my cousin to help with chores around the church. Our parent trusted us together at the church but was of course not aware that half the time we were engaged in three way lesbian sex. She taught us a lot about sex and we eagerly absorbed every detail. A male stranger with a Texas accent caught us one day. He had entered the church very quietly, looking for the Parson. He excused himself and left without saying who he was. The parson's wife was of course scared to death and didn't call us for two months."

"That could have been an agent from the syndicate. Did you enter beauty contests before that?"

"Yes three and I won two."

"And I supposed it was in the papers and on TV; I `m sure now that's how they selected you to become a future sex slave."

"You mean two years before I was abducted?"

"That's how they operate. They know more about you than you do; your school records, medical, dental, everything. You had just turned eighteen when they got you right?" She nodded as One-eight-six embraced her leaning them back on the bed while kissing her passionately.

She got the response she wanted and they made love for a long time both of them climaxing several times. Since they had been talking a long time the madam entered while they still munching each other vaginas.

"Sorry madam time flies."

"On the floor, on your knees and embrace passionately, grind those bodies together and French kiss until I'm done loving you both." She slapped the riding crop in one hand. Ah what s a beautiful sight, two curvaceous asses just waiting to treasure my love. How much love One-eight-six?"

"Eight please my beloved madam," eight times the crop lashed across her waiting ass cheeks. "Now my Swedish doll how much love would you like."

"Eight times please madam."

"Well maybe...let's see, would you take four for the Swede, One-eight-six?"

"Of course my beloved madam I would take all eight."

"No please my beloved madam I would like all eight, please don't lash One-eight-six for me."

"Silence slave, let me see real passion now get those body grinding, before I decide who gets loved." She lashed the Swede very hard four times. "OK my beloved slaves, stop kissing but grind passionately while looking into each other's eyes." She lashed One-eight-six hard four times at ten second intervals. She put down the crop and sat on the bed watching the tears flow from the eyes of both slaves. She called the Swede to the bed still on her knees and licked the tears of her face while squeezing her tits hard. She then grasped her head and forced it into her crotch as she rolled back on the bed. One-eight-six without being ordered leaned over her madam presenting her breast to be chewed and clawed. She climaxed twice before pushing her slaves away and got up.

She picked up her trusty riding crop and headed for the door. I'll give you two fifteen minutes before sending in the guards."

They sat on the edge of the bed hugging. "So this is my life now making love to anyone when ordered and getting lashed by the madam in return."

"I'm afraid not just the madam, some client enjoy the power they have over a real slave and lash you just because they can. The syndicate encourages us to get lashed by the clients, since it cost them extra. When you go to the reporting station in the morning, they inspect you and try to count the number of lashes you received."

"So I'm supposed to ask the client to beat me?"

"Not in so many word but there are many ways to act naughty, you'll learn in time."

She kissed One-eight-six and whispered I love you in her ear." I love you too but don't forget you must learn to love everyone you serve even if they lash you. I know that hard to accept but the sooner you do the sooner you'll be at peace with your life as a sex slave."

The Lookalike

One-eight-six was tired after a night of serving six clients in an all night dungeon party with three other slaves. She was suspended from the ceiling for hours by her wrist straps, with her toes barely able to touch the floor. She was lashed three times by female clients while being fucked by three different males. Later on, they locked her in a pillory with her feet in stocks and buggered twice, once while simultaneously licking a client's cunt and another time sucking a cock. It wasn't the fucking and oral sex on men and women that tired her out, but being restrained without being able to move for hours was extremely painfu. The fucking and lashes was a relief from the pain of being restrained.

She was lying on the madam's bed waiting.  It had been four months since she started her twice-weekly rewards. Each time she would start by lashing slaves for the madam. Today there were only three, all getting thirty stripes. It had felt good to be the punisher after a night of getting her own ass lashed. The inspector counted fifty stripes on her ass and thighs in the morning. She smiled to herself thinking about the syndicate. They would certainly be smiling too.

She sat up o the edge of the bed as the door opened and the guard removed the chains from her reward. She was shocked, there stood one of the most beautiful and shapely females she'd ever seen; an amazing lookalike of a famous African American pop and movie star but obviously much younger. She got up, motioned for her to approach, and then embraced her kissing her full soft lips. She stood back and admired her partner motioning for her to turn.

"Well, One-seven-nine aren't you the looker, how long since you were abducted?"

"Yes I'm a lookalike plus which is a curse now and it's been four months."One-eight-six asked her what she meant by plus? "I've got a bigger ass, shapelier thighs, tits and I'm darker." Out there, I was the queen of good looks and would have been miss universe if I hadn't been abducted to this hellish hole." 

"Four months you say I've never seen you before."

"Well I'm in a black cellblock and I've been to the pits three times."I just got out two days ago and have been raped constantly by that hairy devil monster until now."

"Why do you go to the pits so often? After four months you should be well trained."

"Why you say, out there I was wooed by the very best looking guys and girls. I love sex but here they expect me to not only fuck creepy old men but I'm also supposed to truly love them. That's sick, sick, sick and I won't do it." One-eight-six embrace her again, frenching her and got a passionate response. "Um One-eight-six your beautiful; I can do you."

"That's what you're here for and I can't wait but first let's talk." She sat down on the bed and padded the mattress next to her. You know I was like you on the outside I wasn't planning to be Miss Universe but I hung out in the bars looking for the best looking guys or girls. Once I got here, I had a very hard time fucking old men or women for that matter but I imagined at first that I was fucking young stuff until I had a revelation. I was raised in a religious family but once I hit my teens, hormones took over and I discovered that I was a nymph. After I had been a slave for a few months, I got thinking about God. God love everyone regardless of looks. Maybe God was punishing me, sending me here to atone for my sins."

"What sins? he made you a nymp like me we can't help that."

"That's true but he didn't make us narcissistic, we chose to be because our looks spoiled us."

"Didn't make us what? ... Narsi."

 "It means someone who loves herself, an egotist or someone self absorbed."

"I should have paid attention in school, but...I am beautiful everybody loves me. Why shouldn't I love myself?"

"Yes, the whole world loves and adulates good-looking people but we took advantage of that by not returning that love based on what`s inside a person not the exterior That made God angry and he sent us here to atone for our sins."

"So now in order to get into heaven we have to make love to creepy old ugly people?"

"They are old but not creepy or ugly. They have the same urges and desires on the inside that beautiful people have, maybe even more so. So, yes...I believe it will get me into heaven."

"One-eight-six, you confuse me and talk too much." She threw her arms around One-eight-six and forced her back on the bed. "Do me and do me hard now." One-eight-six knew she had lost and returned her passion to a very sexy hard body. They made love for a long time both climaxing several times. One-seven-nine finally rolled on her back breathing with satisfaction.

To One-eight-six this had been one of the best lesbian lovers she'd ever experienced. They lay there for a long time and One-eight-six even though she wanted to continue their conversation but decided to leave her lover alone.

"You know One-eight-six, I was raised in a very religious Catholic house hold. When I was twelve, our priest attempted to seduce me, claiming that it was God's will. At that age, I was already fiercely independent and I just walked out and never went back. I told my mother and she called me a liar saying that a priest would never do such a thing. She tried but failed to make me go back and confess my sins. Not long after that, hormones began to rule my life. I must have had sex with more than a hundred guys and girls before the day I was abducted. They were all young lookers and now I have no choice. I am forced to have sex with old ugly men and not only that I have to pretend that I enjoy it!"

"No One-seven-nine I'm telling you right now you don't pretend to love the clients; you truly and sincerely love them. You're One-seven-nine, a sex slave owned by the syndicate. They sell you for cash almost every day to a client, who is your temporary owner, with unconditional control of your body and soul for the night. Well...the client can't kill you but that's the only exception. You can pretend to love your clients but that rarely works; they'll feel it and give you a bad report.

"You and I and most of the slaves here are kindred spirits. We're all beautiful and I don't think they would abduct us unless they were sure we have a high libido. The problem with us before we come here is that we think of love being a visual physical experience; that is we see someone and we make love to them based on how they look. Love is something much deeper than that and it has nothing to do with looks, we just think it does. We both love sex because it leads to a climax, but our eyes are closed when we do; we don't see our lover and he or she doesn't see us. It's a sacred moment and our lover clients deserve to feel that love as well."

"You are confusing me One-eight-six."

"I'm honestly confused myself it's a difficult subject to get your head around but I know that loving my clients has worked for me and many other slaves that I have talked to about it.

The madam entered and ordered them to embrace, caress and French kiss. She gave One-eight-six eight lashes separated by about ten seconds. She prepared to give One-seven-nine the same but One-eight-six begged to take them instead. The madam gladly accommodated her request. 

She then stood back watching for a minute deciding what beautiful body should satisfy her when she suddenly realized the something profound was going on between the two slaves. She left the room telling them to take another ten minutes

"You took eight lashes for me One-eight-six, but why?"

"No, One-seven-nine I took them for failing to get through to you that the only way to avoid the madam's riding crop, having sex with the warden or going back to the pits is the love of giving pleasure to the clients who has every right to that love."

One-seven-nine stared hard into her eyes then shook her head threw her arms around her and began to cry. "Please One-eight-six give me eight lashes." She picked a riding crop off a hook on the wall and handed it to One-eight-six.

"But why, one-seven-nine I don't understand?" She bent over slightly offering her black ass.

"Don't argue with me...please; just do it!" One-eight-six reluctantly raised the riding crop and gave her one fairly hard lash. "Make it real One-eight-six for the next seven...please!" She turned after the eight lash, embracing One-eight-six and kissed her hungrily. "I wished I had your brains One-eight-six," she said, looking at her admiringly while tears flowed down her cheeks. "You really understand what makes us all tick. I really love you; thanks for everything." 

They hugged warmly as a guard opened the door calling out: "One-seven-nine."

To be continued



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