by Alan Horn
We have a few rules you must follow. First is instant obedience to your trainers. If you break a rule, you will be corrected. We have found that instant punishment for transgressions works best. Disobedience earns you five strokes. Breaking a rule gets you three. You must thank your trainer when they correct you. Count every stroke and say thank you. If you fail, the punishment will repeat until you get it right. We will whip you when we want too. Everyone enjoys watching and hearing a girl dance to their whip. You can see the whips hanging on the wall. The long one is for your back and ass and thighs. The short one is for your breasts. If you protest the punishment it will double. We have a solitary confinement cell, we have small cages, there are individual cells. And there are punitive restraints. You will not like any of them. Also, any free person may punish you whenever they like, and they will do it often because it pleases them. After you have been here a while, you will enjoy being whipped, believe it or not.” He paused and looked at them for a few moments.
“We will exert absolute control over you. We will watch and evaluate you. Your rations will force you to your best weight. You will exercise to keep you fit and increase your endurance. You will defecate only once per day. This is possible because of our control over your food intake. We will install plugs in your anus that only we can remove. And it is time for that now. Go to your waste buckets and empty yourselves completely. When finished, stand up, move as far away from the wall as your tethers permit and face the wall. Spread your feet as far apart as you can, bend over, and use your hands to spread your butt cheeks wide.”
We all stood up and looked at each other in horror as we walked forward the few steps permitted by our chains. None of us voiced any complaint, but all were full of dread and resignation. Each of the trainers took a jar and an anal plug out of their bag and lubricated the plug. The plugs had the usual conical end but the outside end had a long extension with a ring on the end. It looked like a thin handle. The trainer placed the point of the plug in the center of my sphincter. Master John said, “Try to relax. It will only hurt if you resist.”
My trainer pushed the tapered plug into me, with a rotating motion. It slipped in with only a little resistance. Once inserted, he twisted the key several times until he could not pull it out. I groaned as it swelled larger inside me. It felt like a balloon, making me so full I was afraid something would break. He removed the key and told me, straighten up and stand facing away from the wall.” I obeyed his command. He said, “Good girl,” when I had finished. I found I was pleased by the praise. I could feel the 'handle' laying against my skin between my anus and vagina.
Each girl's ass was plugged by their trainers, except Mary. She refused to turn around or bend over. She said, "I'm not letting any of you touch my ass. I'll see the lot of you hang for this." and much more of the same. Several trainers took hold of her, unlocked her from the wall and walked her to the bar we had passed earlier. Fastened to the floor, inverted 'U' shape. flat on top. The top was about three or four feet from the floor. Mary's ankle chain was locked to a ring in the floor. They bent her torso over the bar and locked a chain to her collar holding her head near the floor. She received many strokes from a crop. She screamed for the first twenty or so strokes then settled into moans and grunts for the rest. When they stopped she was whimpering. They left her there and she whimpered softly for a long time. Hours later, we were awakened by Mary's renewed screams as she was striped again. She returned to whimpering for a long time until she finally dozed off. We were awakened again just before our normal time to get up as she was whipped a third time. She screamed more weakly this time and we were taken to breakfast while she was still whimpering . She was put back on the coffle after breakfast. Her ass was a maze of fiery lines. The message was clear: disobedience is unbearably painful.
Mary was broken. She never complained or protested again.
None of us wanted to be slaves. We were repulsed by the thought. But we were converted. By the end of my first week I had learned the rules and was seldom corrected. In our weekly girl days We all talked to each other. In the first month we complained about favoritism by the trainers and the unfairness of it all. By the end of our training, everyone loved our lives, especially the frequent orgasms. Either the conditioning had worked or women were all natural slaves and just needed to be shown how. By the end we only speculated on what our masters would be like. We were all afraid to graduate. We would be leaving the known and familiar for an unknown we were powerless to change.
I had an invader locked in my ass. I felt full, like I had to go. I felt chagrined at the loss of another bit of control I had retained until now. I was being unreasonable if I expected to keep control over anything, I realized. What could they take away next? What control do any of us have left? I expected the trainers to control my actions and speech. Now they had control of my body functions. I wanted to scream that it was unfair, but realized it would earn me punishment. And, I thought, I am now their property and they can do whatever they want with me. I was impotent. Total control. As I thought about my absolute loss of control I realized I was getting aroused. I was shocked at the submissive lust heating my belly. I wanted to kneel at his feet, lick his boots and beg him to take me now. But I was under orders and had to obey them. I got even more aroused at this thought.
Master John told everyone what they could expect every day in the evening. The cleaning duty would rotate among them. Today, Elizabeth would perform the duty. A trainer would bring out the cart for his trainee to use. She would be attached to the cart, her hands unlocked. She would then go to each girl, order her to standing display position as far away from the wall as possible.
She was to empty the waste bucket into the tank on the cart, clean and replace the bucket.
The girl was then to sweep the floor and collect the sweepings in the dustpan and put them in the dustbin on the cart. The girl could return to kneeling display position. She would then put one of the sleeping pads beside the girl and repeat for all the stations. When finished she would bring the cart back to her position and clean it. The trainer would then return the cart to housekeeping. The cart girl in charge of the other girls while performing her duties. During this time she was to be addressed as “Mistress.”
Liz then cleaned all the stations and returned to her station. Her trainer inserted her plug and her chain was then locked back on the wall ring. One of the men said, “Good girl.” The men left with the cart.
We were not given any covering for the night. The temperature in the room remained constant and warm throughout the day. I was always warm. The trainers turned the lights down, but not off. A trainer always watched them and ordered us to not make any noise.
Chapter 4 - Cleaned
In the morning, the lights were turned on and several trainers appeared. I awoke and tried to move my arm. It wouldn't move and I remembered where and what I was. A slave's day always began with frustration. Then I realized I must kneel or feel a whip. The girls, of course knelt, and were inspected. Faults were corrected with a single stroke of the whip. Based on the comments I heard the trainers were correcting details. Like failure to smile or spread their knees wide enough. They then ordered us to stand and face down the hall. The trainers walked down the string of girls locking their leashes to the collar of the girl in front of her. We were marched to the bathroom in single file. The trainers called this a 'coffle' and we should remember the term.
The bathroom was a surprise. It was a long room, completely tiled in white tile. There was a scale by the door. A trainer weighed each girl as we entered and recorded the weight. There was a large raised trough, also tiled, almost as tall as me that had steam rising from it. It was close to one long wall and had a sloped ramp on either end. Over it there was a track with a chain hanging from the end nearest them. The first girl on the coffle was led to the middle of the room, close to one end of the trough. Her lead was locked to a sturdy post. The rest of the coffle was spread and the last girl was tethered to another
post. Reddish rubber hoses dangled from a pipe near the ceiling, behind each girl. We were ordered to stand facing the trough.
A trainer walked up to me and applied a thick cream to my rings, all except my nose ring. He started with my left ear ring, rubbed the cream onto the ring, then rotated the ring. He moved down my body creaming and rotating each ring until all were done. The rings had stuck and it hurt a little as they were rotated. This was a minor discomfort, soon soothed by the cream. I wish my hands were free so I could do it myself, but that was not going to happen. This was only done for the first week.
A trainer ordered “Bend over and spread your feet. The trainers then walked behind each girl removing the butt plugs. After all were out, they were dropped into a cleaning tank. The trainers inserted a soft rubber phallus shaped hose into each anus, turned a valve and waited.
The plug felt just like the one my trainer removed. I felt it swell inside me. It got huge, then a flow of warm liquid entered my ass. It was pleasant at first, then it was too much and as I was about to cry out, the flow stopped. After a minute it drained out. The fill - empty cycle repeated, then the plug shrank and the trainer removed it. He reinserted my plug. It felt bigger than before.
After we were clean internally, the trainers freed the coffle from the posts. The first girl was locked to the chain dangling from the track. One of the trainers went to a panel at the far end of the trough and threw a lever. The chain on the track started moving, drawing the coffle up the ramp. We entered the hot, soapy liquid one at a time.
When I was about to step into the liquid, I saw there was a padded bar across the top of the liquid. It forced the girl in front of me to lower her head into the liquid. The hot liquid was greenish and felt wonderful. It had been so long since I had been clean. When my hands got wet, I could feel the slippery friction of soap. I ducked my head under the bar and got my head wet. The bar wasn't wide, so I could lift my head after only one short step. Of course I was only able to take steps as long as my hobble!
After I had walked down the exit ramp, a matron with a sponge and a hose rinsed me. She paid careful attention to my loins. The hose sprayed warm water. After we were all rinsed, a stream of warm air played over us and we were soon dry. I was in a trance like state. I was helpless, true, but I was being well cared for. It was like being a child again under my mother's care. But, a thought intruded. There was no love here. These people were just doing a job. The girls were just intelligent, helpless livestock to be cleaned as efficiently as possible. We had no choice at all. If we were not obedient, we would be forced. Our desires did not matter. We could expect punishment if we disobeyed. I was glad I wanted to be a slave.
After we had finished, we marched to breakfast.
We lined up kneeling on the floor facing the trainer's table. Our bowls of water and food were on the table. We would eat when the trainers decided to feed us, if they fed us at all. The trainers watched our weight and controlled our diet.
I was hungry. I didn't move or make a sound. I was already that well trained and obedient. I realized we were dependent on the trainers for every aspect of our existence. Food, waste, sleeping, walking. Every part of our lives was taking place without any use of our hands. We were being trained to only move when a master was leading us on a leash. It was terrifying, but what could I do? As I contemplated my life, I grew hot and aroused. I looked down at my proud breasts and saw the rings moving as my nipples grew rock hard. Love juices trickled down my thighs. I needed a man in me soon.
The trainers ate a good, English breakfast with sausage, eggs, toast and grilled tomatoes. They drank lots of tea. The main discussion topic was the girls they faced. We slavegirls all had our hands locked well up on our backs and were all still in coffle. One of them pointed out my rock hard swollen nipples and said, “I do believe she likes us.” Another responded, “I don't think its us. She was like that when we ringed her. I just think she likes being enslaved.” He asked, “Maureen, why are your nipples so hard.”
I blushed scarlet all over my body. I said, “Master, I just love being a slave, and I thank you for helping me to be an excellent slave.” And it was true. I was speaking from my heart.
When they finished the trainers took the bowls off the tables and set them on the floor in front of the girls. One of them said, “Feed now slaves. Eat everything.” We all bent over the bowls and ate as fast as we could, lapping up water with our tongues when the food was gone.
After breakfast we were marched to the training area.
Chapter 5 - Questions
16 May 1913. Training Week 1
When we got in the training room, we were ordered to standing display position. The trainers then unlocked one end of our coffle chains, leaving each girl with a chain leash. I was led to a long steel bar, bent over it and my leash was locked to a ring on the other side. My trainer then used a leather strap to heat up my bottom. He gave me three stripes then used his fingers to see if I was wet. I was dripping, my ass and loins red hot. I needed a cock in me so bad I squealed when his fingers rubbed me. I thrust back against them as far as I could, but to no avail. They went away. I wept in frustration.
Then they came back and thrust into me. I screamed with joy as I came. My belly churned and my vagina clamped down on the wonderful fingers, trying to draw them back into me. If I hadn't been wet, he would have given me three more stripes, continuing until I was wet. When I regained my senses, I recognized that my trainer had gone on to excite another helpless girl. I waited for my next adventure.
I learned that different instruments were used depending on the results the trainer wanted. The whips and crops gave a sharp cut that left a red mark on our skin. The leather strap was broader and left us with a red ass. The strap's redness faded out after only a day. The whip and crop marks lasted four or more days, depending on how hard they hit. I would be ready to climax after only a few strokes with the strap. I came to look forward to the strap. It made me hot in my belly as soon as it reddened my ass. I was aroused whenever I was fastened for the strap. It always took several whip strokes to arouse me.
On the first day of training, I orgasmed after only three strokes. Elizabeth after nine and the last girl took fifteen. By the time training ended, none of us would need more than two.
After all the girls orgasmed, we were released from the bar. our leashes unlocked from the floor ring and the morning session began.
This was the first training session for my class. We had no idea what to expect.
The sessions lasted from one to three hours. We trained with strap on dildos, hand held dildos, and butt plugs. We learned to please men and women with oral, vaginal, and anal sex. Each girl played both sides, giving and receiving. We learned to enjoy all kinds of sex.
I looked forward to sucking my partners dry. I savored the juices of men and women, both. Maybe it was because I was always hungry, but love juices were delicious. I was whipped with a great variety of whips on my back, breasts, sex and especially my ass. I became aroused and was dripping by the second blow, no matter where, no matter how hard. I learned the wooden paddle, a trainer's hand, belts, floggers, etc. I whipped other girls to orgasm and was in turn punished to orgasm. My body got pleasure and pain in such frequent proximity that it lost the ability to tell the difference. Any level of pain caused arousal. Instantly. I looked forward to my whippings.
20 May 1913. Slave Training Facility, London
On my fourth day of training, two trainers took Mary, Elizabeth, and I out of the class after our whippings. They connected us in normal coffle and took us to the punishment room. There were three men in suits waiting for us. Mary looked at them and said, "copper."
The older copper said, "Good morning. I am Inspector Travis. You are all convicted criminals and now slaves. You have no rights whatsoever. We want you to tell us about the WSPU. Understand that we may order some painful things done to you until you tell us what we want to know. And we can continue until we get everything. You will be questioned
in separate rooms. Lies will earn you extra punishment. Truth will relieve you of pain."
He turned to the trainers. "Leave one here and prepare the others. One of my men will stay with each slave. Come back here and we will talk to her until you return."
"Yes, sir," and they unlocked me from the coffle and locked my leash to a floor ring. "Kneel."
Travis said, "Maureen. How do you like it here?
"Master, I don't know. I know I will never be able to return to my old life. I hate the pain, I love the sex. I'm learning the joys of sex and submission. I guess I like what I'm learning here, but know I will be given to a master someday. I hope I like that life. I don't know."
"Good answer. We want you to tell us about everyone and everything in WSPU. We need to know who gives the orders, who makes the plans, who collects intelligence. We want everything. Are you going to tell us?"
"No, master. I can't. I swore an oath to never squeal on my teammates in WSPU. I'd sooner die than turn them in. I have a duty to women everywhere to lift them to equality. You can whip me until I die. I won't tell you anything."
"OK. When the trainers get back, they will get you ready and then we'll leave you alone to think about it."
"Yes, master."
Travis and the other man leaned back in their chairs and looked at my naked body displayed for them. The other man said, " Are you sure this is going to work, boss?"
"The doctor assures me it is well tested and effective. We should have answers in less than two hours. I like the rings they have put in her She is quite decorative. She was beautiful before, but the finished package - gold rings, brand, chains. Wow. She looks like what I imagine Cleopatra looked like. Wouldn't you like to have her as your property. Really something to come home to, eh?"
