"Come on Liz we don't have all day!" A girl called out in the school parking lot said, standing outside her door, waving her arm over. Her sister saw her and jogged over, opening the passenger side door, getting in.
"You know I have a driver's licenses as well." The sister said getting in and shutting the door. Don't know why you can't let me drive them every once in awhile Steph."
The first girl rolled her eyes toward her sister. Her lighter brown eyes meeting her sister's dark brown eyes. "Because I worked at a job in order to buy this car, while you were cheerleading in the fall and playing softball in the spring." Her sister nonchalantly waved her hand at her as her sister's lips turned up in one corner. "Besides, I'm a year older."
"Oh get over it, we have no proof." The the younger sister replied as they drove away from their school, it was a hot day, and soon the older sister would be graduating. "We were adopted from India before we could really even speak, you have no proof."
The older sister laughed. "Keep telling yourself that, Liz." She said as they drove him.
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The house they arrived too was nice enough, a pretty two story house in the suburbs. Opening the door the two girls walked into the house. The younger one adjusting her ponytail while the other one let her's flow past her shoulder. They could have been twins if not for a couple of small differences. Both were indian, and were gorgeous enough to be bollywood actresses. While Liz, the younger one, was the athlete of the family with the body to show for it, Steph, the older one, stayed in excellent shape herself. Their bodies would be considered perfect by most. With pretty faces, brown eyes, and long raven black hair that looked silky both at a distance and up close. Steph was about an inch taller than her younger sister, who otherwise looked close to her twin.
Their father greeted them as they walked in. Smiling. "Elizabeth, Stephanie. How was school?" He was obviously not their biological parent, being pale enough to look like he could burst into flames if he stood out in the son for too long. Ironic as he loved to take his adopted daughters sailing. His head of hair was a brownish red and he had his sleeves rolled up.
"Good dad." Stephanie replied walking up and smelling the kitchen. "It smells great in here!"
"Well tonight might be stressful but I wanted to make it as good as possible." Her father replied.
"This is a lot of food." Elizabeth muttered looking at all the pots and pans. Her father chuckled.
"Yes it is. But I needed to make you two left overs. Turns out I've been called into the hospital for the entire weekend. Don't need you two just ordering pizza." He looked at the older sister. "I trust you can keep your younger sister out of trouble Stephanie?" Elizabeth crossed her arms at that.
"Yes I do believe I can dad." She said smiling at her little sister.
There was a knock at the door. "I'll get it." Elizabeth muttered, walking over an opening the door, revealing a blonde haired woman who was rather tall. "Hi Liz, I assume Steph is here as well?" She asked smiling.
"Yes she's here, mom." She said forcing a smile as she walked in. Divorces were tough, especially if there were reasons for the kids siding with on parent over the other. That reason walked in behind the tall blonde woman. "Bishop." Elizabeth said, a bit of ice in her voice.
The man looked her body up and down. "Looking as lovely as ever pretty girl." He said grinning. Liz didn't put up with Bishop anymore than she had too. He was the reason for her adoptive parents divorce. She especially didn't like hanging out with him as he worked for Boundoggle, the slaver corporation. In fact it was his comments and actions around the two daughters that resulted in the judge giving their dad full custody.
"Here for the dinner I suppose." She muttered leaving the door open for him. She could practically feel him staring at her jeans. Her father looked up as the new couple walked in.
"Lorraine, Bishop." He muttered setting up plates, the girls sat down for dinner. It moved slowly, but it was very likely to be the last one they would have as a whole family. Their parents were spitting up, and they would remain with their father until they graduated and moved out of the house. It tasted delicious and there was plenty of leftovers. Both their father and Lorraine were cordial; even Bishop behaved himself. The girls enjoyed the food and had a bit of a pit in their stomach as the dinner ended. Lorraine and their father were obviously having their tolerance for each other frayed down to the end. The girls watched as their adoptive mother, the only one they ever knew walked out the door. Their father stayed in the kitchen to put up food as the indian sisters followed their mother out to the front door to say good bye.
It was at this point that Bishop finally turned around to give the two teen girls a wink. "You know, you two would definitely sell well on the auction block. Probably fifty grand each, at least." His smirk was one of that of a cocky hotshot. And Stephanie rolled her eyes as she closed the door.
"Goodbye Bishop." Was her only words as she slammed the door shut.
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Lorraine tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder as she sat down in her chair, now in her own living room. She loved how the red cloth felt as she rester her arms on the polished arm rest. She sipped a cup of tea, fuming to her boyfriend and soon to be fiance. "I can not believe those two ungrateful girls!" She stated, anger filling her tone. "I adopted them, raised them, helped them with sports, taught them how to put on make up. And not only to they side with their father, but they barely looked happy to see me!"
Bishop leaned back on his couch and smiled at the blonde sitting next to him. "They'll be even less happy the next time they see us." He said, smiling as he imagined what the future had in store for the beautiful indian teens.
Lorraine looked at him. "So the money cleared and the operation will go down tomorrow?" Lorraine asked. She had worked for a firm that managed Boundoggle and its subsidaries' accounts. She had become very wealthy and had often though of purchasing a slave to be a maid for her house. But her craven husband was a borderline abolitionist! Would never listen to the notion. Now a much better idea had been formed between her and Bishop.
"Yes, I have a buddy that works for Acquisition Inc. Was going to have a buddy of mine named James to helpout, but he didn't want to get involved right now. I think his fist slavegirl is pregnant again or something." He shrugged. "Anyways it makes more sense, a purely Acquisition Inc operation."
"And they're reliable?" Lorraine asked over her cup of tea. "Why not use the Corporation?"
"Lorraine, we both know that one of the first laws that was put into place after the new slave laws were passed was that a divorcing parent could have their children enslaved too them in order to circumvent a judge's orders." He gave Lorraine a look as he turned on the tv. "So basically this enslavement will be off the books and we're buying them off the black market. Acquisition Inc is happy to accept my cash, and Boundoggle doesn't have to worry about liability."
"To be fair a lot of this is your fault." Lorraine replied with a raised eyebrow. "If you hadn't constantly mocked the girls on how much you would love to enslave them for and how much money you would make by putting their bodies on the auction block."
Bishop looked at her and shrugged. "You didn't disagree." He smiled. "Besides, this just proves that I'm right."
Lorraine didn't disagree, again.
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The next night Stephanie walked out the bottom floor bathroom. Her silky raven hair was put up into a towel, a few violet streaks had been dyed in, only a bit notciable. While a towel wrapped around her brown body that was both fit and curvaceous. She walked up to the second floor. So far she had kept her little sister out of trouble for the weekend, not that Liz was that hard to handle. She was hyper, but not a wildchild. Still Stephanie was still annoyed to find her room locked.
"Liz. Liz!" She called over her sister's music. "Elizabeth!" The music was turned down slightly.
"What?"
"Let me in please!"
"One second! I'm trying on a dress." Stephanie rolled her eyes as she impatiently waited outside her bedroom door. While they were sisters, they had always been uncomfortable being nude in front of each other. Finally after a moment the door opened. "What do you think Steph?" Liz asked as Stephanie's eyes went wide. "Its for the Graduation party two weeks from now."
"Oh hell no! You are not upstaging me at my graduation party!" Stephanie said as she looked over her sister's little black dress that hugged her body tighter than saran wrap. Showing off her athletic body, with a slit on both sides, at the same time the 'dress' barely reached her thighs. The sides were cut out, show off parts of her midsection, and while it was attached to cover her arms the shoulders were also cut out. With her make up on and her matching raven hair down she was a knock out. Beyond stunning.
"Come on Steph! Who cares! I want to- you know! We've always been so prude, never really gotten into intimate moments. And Clarkson is going to be there, right?"
Stephanie put her hands on her hips. "Clarkson? That perv is just a spoiled rich boy that doesn't see the point in any girls not being slaves!" She replied, annoyed by her little sister. "He's not the guy you want to have your first ride with."
"Oh like you're speaking from any experience little miss 'waiting for the perfect man'." Her sister snapped back with. Stephanie took a step back, a bit angry now. "Who cares, he's beyond handsome and for one night he can view me however he wants. I just want one night of fun, is that so wrong."
"Oh Christ Liz." Steph replied shaking her head, very annoyed now. "Listen, we'll talk about this more in a minuet, you know I’m just looking out for you. I’ll tell you about Clarkson; just let me get changed first." She said as Liz stepped out of the doorway.
"Oh I'm sure you will." Liz replied as Steph rolled her eyes as she walked past. She shut the door behind her not looking behind her as she walked over to pull out a matching pair of bra and panties. She then found a pair of boxers that would work for her as well as a loose t-shirt that would be comfortable to wear. She arranged everything on her bed. Not noticing that two figures were coming in through the window she left open. Her first notice of this was as a strongly gloved hand clamped over her mouth.
"Quiet down little bollywood." The masked man said as the other figure walked over. He was very strong and immediately placed a feeling of control over Stephanie as she tried to scream into his gloved hand. "Quiet, quiet." He said as his hand unwrapped the towel from her body, letting it fall to the ground, leaving her nude as the other figure grabbed her arms and yanked them behind her. Putting them into very tight shackles.
"Wow, an exceptional body." The other figure murmured, this voice a woman's. She was dressed in all black and had a dufflebag with her. Like the man her face was covered as well. Suddenly she reached out, groping Stephanie's round and almost perfect breast. Making her scream into her captor's gloved hand once again. She tried to kick her legs as she was pulled down to her knees as the woman intruder continued to mock her. "Completely shaved as well, isn't she beautiful." She said pulling out a shiny red ballgag.
"Mmmph, nooomph!" She tried to shake her head away from the hand gag but was unable too as the man had a very strong grip.
"Hush!" The man said harshly in her ear. "I'm going to take my hand away, and you're going to be silent and let her put that pretty gag into your mouth. Or else we'll hurt your little sister. Understood?" Stephanie squeaked in fear but nodded. "Good. Be quiet!" He removed his hand, Stephanie whimpered but stayed silent as the woman forced open her mouth and shoved the ballgag into her mouth. She felt the taste of rubber on her tongue as it forced her jaw open but also kept her silent. The woman then buckled it very tightly behind her head. Standing over her the woman tilted her head, even behind a mask Stephanie could feel her smiling.
"You know Red she reminds me of a bollywood star. Her and her sister both. Riya Ray I think?" She shrugged. "An indian bombshell these two." Stephanie was still in shock but her heart was pounding as she lightly pulled at the shackles behind her back.
"Couldn't tell you Black. You're the one that enjoys those movies." The man said, forcing Stephanie to her feet and dragging her to the door, she kicked her feet and struggled but the grip was by far too strong.
"Mmppph-mphhh-oooph!"
The oomph was caused by 'Black' turning around. "Silence!" She ordered sending a powerful jab into her diaphragm. Leaving Stephanie gasping for air behind her ballgag. They opened the door to reveal two more masked men. One held Elizabeth's arms behind her back, putting them in tight shackles, as the other masked man forced a matching red ball gag in her mouth.
"Oh, look." The man said forcing Elizabeth to look at her sister, nude and shackled. "Very pretty, just like you." His hands reached out to grope her breasts.
"Ooomph-noooph!" Elizabeth was angry now, kicking her athletic legs, trying to hurt her captor. Unfortunately for her this just made him chuckle. Stephanie screamed, trying desperately to get to her sister.
"Feisty thing huh?" He said as his partner grabbed her legs and forced another pair of tight shackles around them as well. Leaving her with little chance of escape. "Thanks Grey." He said, running his hands around her neck to the hem of her dress. "You look great in this dress, shame it has to go away." He said into her ear as he proceeded to use his strength to tear down her dress. Elizabeth screamed into her gag in protest as the dress was ripped in two and pulled from her body. Leaving her in her bra and panties. "Look at this bod!" He said slapping her ass. Stephanie shook her head enraged as Elizabeth screamed again into her gag.
"Mmmmph-hooomh!" The man groped her midsection up to her bra before ripping that away as her partner clipped away her panties, leaving her nude. Tears of anger and fright rolled down hr cheeks.
"Blue, Grey, glad to see your catch is just as pretty."
"Pllememmphhh!" Stephanie pleaded into her gag. The woman, 'Black', ignored her as her legs were also forced into shackles.
"Oh it was fun." Blue replied dragging Stephanie's little sister into their room. Stephanie and Elizabeth were then tossed nonchalantly onto the ground. "Holy hell these two teens got the body of of woman!" He then smacked both of their thighs and groped their ass. Making Stephanie and Elizabeth sob into their gag.
"Lets get them prepped." Red said as they pulled out two short lengths of chains, they attached onto the shackles around their legs and arms, forcing them into a very tight and uncomfortable hogtie. They struggled to look up to see Black walking around them.
"The Smith sisters." She said, a smirk could be heard in her voice. "Name doesn't match the bodies but I understand you two were adopted. Both age 18" She said pointing to the two nude girls sturggling in their tight and uncomfortable hogties. They say Black reach into her pocket and pull out an enslaving license. Both the girls gasped and started to beg into their gags. A wave of nausea and fear cascading through their system. "Now, now." Black said wagging a finger as Blue and Red sent shock sticks into their sides. The girls screamed and squirmed in pain until the two men pulled the sticks away. "No talking slaves." She said with a girlish giggle. "You see, us four our from Acquisition Inc. And we're enslaving you two. But don't worry, you girls are special. Off the record you could say!"
"To much information Black." Grey mumbled, finally speaking for the first time.
"Oh like it matters." She retorted looking at the two sisters. "You two have a commission out for you! Paying a lot of money for us to slip in here and grab you out of your own home!" She giggled again. "Don't worry, I think they said they only want to make your lives a living hell, not end them." The sisters were sobbing into their gag as Red and Blue picked up the dufflebags. "Now, lets get you two ready for your training. Got to get you ready to be wonderful docile slaves!"
The girls were forced into the dufflebags, their bodies aching from the hogtie as they were zipped into an even tighter space. They could feel themselves being carried down the stairs and out of the house. Both girls were in a panic, Liz was also claustrophobic and through a fit as they were lowered into the cargo hold of a truck. Sweat built up on their brown skin as they heard the truck pull away from their house. From their old lives. Both sisters could hear the other sobbing as their gags only added to their suffering. Acquisition Inc was well known, the always resentful second largest slaving company to Boundoggle. They were known for being more, off the books and unsavory than Boundoggle; if the opposite could ever be applied to a slaving corporation. Still while Boundoggle had plenty of sadists in their employment their main goal was to get their girls trained and ready for sale. Having a commission put in through Acquisition Inc meant someone wanted them to suffer. This realization only made Steph sob harder, even as she tried mentally to act tough for her little sister.
Their bodies ere covered in a sheen of sweat as the truck continued to bounce for over an hour before they could hear a gate opening. Stephanie had to do a presentation of Slaver Companies for one of her classes and she had seen pictures of Acquisition Inc's facilities. Blocky, windowless buildings made out of concrete that looked straight out of a dystopia. Surrounded by an electric fence and barbed wire. As she heard the gate close behind her she knew her and her sister where doomed.
As the truck came to a stop she heard the back of the truck open. Soon after their dufflebags were opened. Her eyes were still adjusting to the light when a silhouette placed a cloth over her mouth and nose. "Mmphh!" She and heard sister yelped into their gags she smelled what she knew had to be cholorform. She tried to shake her head away, but she knew it was useless. A sense of helplessness overtook her as she sobbed into the gag. There was no where to run, no way to escape. It was hopeless.
-
Stephanie felt herself slowly coming too as she heard a pair of voices speaking. One male, one female. The male one was speaking. "On one hand I wonder if it would be easier for our Acquistion teams to just knock them out when they're captured. But at the same time making them sweat out the uncomfortably ride helps the breaking process start."
"Rod hush. Look, our pretty gal is waking up." She said cupping Stephanie's face as she blinked her eyes open. She tried to speak but the ball gag was still in her mouth. However she was no longer in a hogtie. Instead tight chains that were attached on the ground pulled her arms back behind her, pushing her chest out. Meanwhile her ankles were shackled to the ground as well, forcing her to kneel on the concrete. She also felt what seemed to be pads on certain part of her bodies. The inside of the room was also completely made out of concrete, with chains and electronic looking devices hanging on the walls. Stephanie managed to look to her left to see her sister chained in the same position. Yet she also saw what looked pads that had wires running from them. Stephanie realized she must of been in the same position. The thin pads covered her midriff, ribs, waist, breasts, shoulders, thighs, ass, calves, and nether regions. She was terrified by the appearance. As Elizabeth woke up she looked at her sister, fear in her eyes.
Meanwhile the woman started to speak, her skin was pale, she was reasonably attractive, probably in her upper thirties, or maybe lower forties, everyone looked younger for longer these days. She was tall, with pale blonde hair. She smiled at the two teens. "Elizabeth and Stephanie Smith. Adopted from India when you two were barely speaking. Beyond gorgeous of course, great bodies." She smiled looking them over. "Our records show that you both are also very bright and athletic as well. A great mixture. Truly." Her smile stayed on her face. "I am Mistress Valerie, you will refer to me as such, and this is my partner Master Rodson."
"You can just call me Master." Rodson replied. A tall and lean man with green eyes and dirty blonde hair. "Listen, you are slaves now. Youre rights as free women are forfeit. We own you, we control you, we will do what we want with you. This will continue until your final sale." He smiled. "In this case that has already been decided." He kneeled by the two brown skinned girls. "Know this, you aren't human beings anymore. You are property, merchandise." He felt up the two girls midsections and breasts as they moaned in fear. "We will do what we want with this hot bodies." He stood back up as Mistress Valerie started to speak again.
"This is true. Indeed, you are no longer Stephanie and Elizabeth Smith. You are now Slave Delta2001-A." She said pointing to Steph. "And you are Slave Delta2001-B." This is how you will be referred too."
"We expect you to follow all our orders immediately." Master Rodson said taking out a buzzer. "We're not Boundoggle. They train their slaves with whips, waterboarding, flogs, and other things." He smiled a predatory smile. "Oh we'll use those here as well. But for fun after you're broken." He held up the buzzer. "For now you will obey, or we will use this." He pressed the button.
Stephanie and Elizabath doubled over in truly excruciating pain. The pads released an eletric shock mixed with vibrations to torture the nerves. "Ooomphh-pleeahaaaahhhhhmph!" They screamed, the pain in their stomachs worse than giving birth. Steph wanted to vomit as a burning pain was added to her nerves beyond the shock. Tears immediately started to roll down her face. Her stomach was on fire, as was her glutes and calves. Her shoulders ached and her nether regions were in agony. They tried to gasp for air through their gags as their heads and eyes rolled back. Finally the buzzer was released, and the pain gradually resided. Leaving two sobbing teen girls panting in pain.
-
“Slave Delta-2001A, I would highly recommend you hurry up.” Master Rodson say, flicking down the crop onto Stephanie’s back. She yelped in pain into her cleave gag. It was their second day of training. She thought at least. There was no sense of day or night in their concrete cell. Sleep was very limited, and pain was plentiful.
“Slave Delta-2001B, you might be ahead of your fellow slave but you are doing a poor job.” The man said taking out the buzzer. “Tsk tsk.”
“Noomphphess-aggghhhhhhhhmphhheehshhahiiiieehph!” Elizabeth screamed as the beautiful indian teen had her electrical pads turned on. She crumpled to the ground in her wrist and ankles shackles. Spasing on the ground in pain for almost a full minuet. Stephanie hung her head and started sobbing. They had been forced into pathetic tedious games. Clean a section of the floor with a toothbrush, fold towels while tightly bound; and now they had to clean a series of dishes. Elizabeth's screams told Stephanie she had failed.
Stephanie had won the first couple of games. Her reward was a to kneel and watch her sister be strung up, her pads taken off. Only for her nude body to be flogged and whipped until she fainted from the pain. Steph couldn’t let her little sister keep suffering, so she made sure Liz was ahead in this game. And now her little sister was on the ground, convulsing in a terrible agony. “Pheees!” Stephanie screamed, sobbing.
Mistress Valerie raised and eyebrow and walked over. “Well it looks like this slave is still very rebellious.” Stephanie lowered her head and sobbed harder. Mistress Valerie reached down and took a handful of her raven black hair. It so like silk. Then she yanked it back painfully, forcing, Stephanie to look up. “I know what we should do to you.”
With that she dragged Stephanie over to the corner of the room. The gorgeous teen struggled to stay upright as she was dragged, her pads being ripped off as the walked. Mistress Valerie opened up what looked to be a box. The top had what looked to be a large yoga mat on it. “This is always fun.” Master Rodson said smiling as Liz caught her breath from the pads.
“Get in slave!” Mistress Valerie order. Crying Stephanie did so. Her body was shackled in. “This is the hotbox slave. Your hell for the next few hours. You will scream.” She chuckled as she started to close the box. “Oh, and for your disobidience we will be torturing your sister, know that, that is on you.”
“Pheeessss!” Stephanie screamed as the box was slammed shut. The top pressed the yoga mat down onto her torso and breasts. Her back stuck to the gym mat like material at the bottom. It was pitch black, humid, and quickly getting hotter. Most of her skin was being touched and was soon sticking to the sides. She swore she her breath was like a mist as she was soon drenched in her own sweat, she couldn’t move, she swore she couldn’t breath. She could only panic. She started sobbing, and then the mats sent an electrical pain coursing through her body.
She screamed. As she would for hours. Both of the teen sisters would and Master Rodson took great joy slowly raking the crop over every part of Elizabeth’s body as the younger teen sobbed and begged.
-
The next day Stephanie was sore. Both of the teens were. Ripped from their homes, stripped nude and reduced to slaves. There deep brown bodies had the warmth drained from it, yet had been so abused that many areas of their bodies had a reddish tint to it. The whip, the paddle, the flog, electrocution. Acquistion Inc was staffed by sadists.
Stephanie didn’t know how long she had been in that hellbox. Scream and sobbing as it felt like she was slipping into a oppressive hell. The humidity and heat had left her sitting in a pool of her own sweat, more than a pool really. The brown skinned teen was racked in pain from the shocks that had been run through her body. Her sister meanwhile had been kept conscious, every inch of her body being slowly and painfully worked over with the crop.
It never seemed to end for them. Every second for the teen girls were filled with pain and terror for what awaited them the next second. Today was no different. Suspended in the air. Their arms and legs pulled painfully back as their stomachs hung below. Just enough so that it sagged onto a bayonet. Have no fear the blade was dull, but still pressed into their midriffs to the point where after an hour firce bruises were emerging.
To make the situation worst, both sisters had oring gags forced into their mouths. Master Rodson took great pleasure in that. “Must teach you slaves how to properly use your mouths.” Their throats were sore as he grabbed their silky hair and pushed deep within them, pushing down their throats and rocking their body back and forth over the dulled bayonet, causing tremendous agony to them.
“This is your status in life for now on slaves.” Mistress Valerie said, walking around, smiling as Master Rodson walked over to Elizabeth. Stephanie could hear her little sister start to sob, only for the sobbing to be replaced with gurgled coughs. Mistress Valerie applied her own torture. “You don’t own your bodies. You aren’t human. Your objects, pleasure items to be used, abused, and you have no say. You must understand this.” She drilled this main theme into their heads. By this point the teen sisters would of accepted anything. However Stephanie could only shut her eyelids tight over her dark eyes as Mistress Valerie worked the crop over her sculpted ass, athletic thighs, and toned core.
“The younger one is tremendous!” Rodson said as he pinched Elizabeth’s nose. Laughing at her struggles. “Between her body and natural skill their owners will love her.”
“I think both are exceptional.” Mistress Valerie replied.
“Oh no doubt.” Rodson replied, chuckling as he buckled his jeans. “I love training teens. Hot bodies, think they’re on top of the world only to be reduced to a commodity.” He slapped Liz’s ass, making her scream into her gag.
“Now to see which sister will suffer more.” Mistress Valerie said, smirking as she reached into her suit pocket. She pulled out two vibrators while Master Rodson walked over with those horrendous electrical pads.
“This should be fun.” Rodson said as he gave Stephanie’s sculpted rear a harsh slap.
“Oh I have no doubt.” Mistress Valerie replied, a cruel smirk on her lips. “Now, Slaves. Time for another competition.” She said as Liz gasped as the vibrator was pushed deep within her. “You see, both of you will have these vibrators turned on, feel free to climax! No punishment for that.” She said as Rodson placed the pads on the girl’s breasts, midsection, sides, thighs, ass, and even over the vibrators. “However eventually one of you two will faint. The one that lasts will be rewarded with the chance to sleep. The other. Well your Master can explain what will happen.
Rodson grinned. “The loser will be awakened, and tortured, and an incredibly cruel rate.” He said with a sadistic sly grin. “Shall we begin.”
Mistress Valerie lifted up a button. “Of course.” She said, switching on the pad and the vibrators. Stephanie immediately started screaming into her gag. The sensation was one of tortured teasing and horrendous agony. The electrical pads was set on a rotation. Thirty seconds on, then thirty seconds off. It was hell as she gasped for air through her gag nose. Her muscles were forced to clench up and spaz as though they were having the worst cramps of their life. Meanwhile the vibrators drove them crazy.
“My my.” Rodson said mockingly as Liz screamed as she climaxed. “The younger one sure seems to be enjoying herself. He laughed as he walked over, placing his hand on each of the teen girl’s backs.
“Aggghhhimmmphhieee!” Stephanie screamed. The vibrator and electrical torture causing her body to rock back and forth and side to side on the dulled bayonet. She want to vomit from the pain as it drove deep bruises into her midriff. She had to focus, had to breath. Yet she had to lose, she couldn’t let Elizabeth suffer such torture.
“Ahhhhhhhheiieeeeeemphhhhagggggg!” Elizabeth screamed in pain as Stephanie felt overwhelmed and finally climaxed. Rodson laughed and gave both of their immaculate asses and firm slap as they screamed in pain.
“Agggghhhhhhhhhhmmmmphhpmpheeeeeiiiiiee!” Stephanie could hear her little sister scream in agony as minuets turned into half an hour. The electrical pads lightly singing their brown skin. She had to lose, so why was she breathing. She played sports, Liz just did cheerleading. She new how to breath to use her stamina. She could last. But Liz was her little sister, she had to lose to protect her! That’s what she had been doing.
And she had suffered for it. Again and again, and Liz still ended up having horrific pain inflicted on her. Stephanie started to sob, not from the pain. But from the betrayal now. She had to win, she was drained beyond belief. She needed to rest. And for that she had to beat her sister. She was broken.
“Two sobbing teens, screaming in pain and climax.” Rodson said with a chuckle. “Few things better.” He said as Elizabeth’s body shook. “Look at that, her eyes are rolling back. Aaaand, she’s gone Valerie.” He said making his hand doing a ‘chop off’ gesture. Stephanie’s eyes were fluttering as well. The indian teen gasping for air as she felt the pain of the electrical pads and vibrator stop. She was in a daze as she felt the bayonet be taken away from pressing into their stomachs. They were lowered to the ground. She was able to roll her eyes as she say Elizabeth pulled to her feet and slapped harshly until she awoke.
“You passed out.” Mistress Valerie said. “Tsk tsk.” She turned to Rodson. “Show her the mesh.”
“Oh of course.” Rodson said as he went and brought out a red looking fine mesh. They forced Liz to lay in it as Steph watched. It clung to her body as though it was saran wrap and the bound girl was covered in two layers of it.
“You see Slave.” Mistress Valerie said with a smile. “This is a very painful device we have.”
Rodson took over. “This mesh will get hot, painfully hot on that flawless brown skin of yours. Oh, and the entire time I hope you like those pads, because the entire mesh is electrified.” He switched on the mesh and Stephanie was forced to listen as her little sister immediately started to scream in agony. Her voice going hoarse as she bucked and writhed in the mesh, it did quickly get painfully hot on her skin, practically cooking her as she endured her time in hell. Mistress Valerie walked over, squatting down next to Stephanie.
“We have it set up so that it will leave no long term damage. However the electric field nor heat ever fully turn off. Instead they go up and down, but they’re always there.” She chuckled. “A nice little lullaby to listen as you sleep.”
Tears silently rolled down Stephanie’s cheeks as she listened to her sister’s wails and screams. She had never heard pain like this. Her stomach turned with regret as she closed her eyes and tried to sleep; the exhausted teen struggled to do that as every inch of the room was coated in layers of her sister’s agony.
-
A week later the sisters were broken. They were obedient slaves. Who had no hope of ever regaining their freedom. Elizabeth was once again screaming into a ballgag as tears rolled down her cheeks. But that was nothing new. The teen’s lives were little more than one moment of agony and torture after another.
Stephanie could hear the ‘kadush’ of the bullwhip as Mistress Valerie once again sent it across her sister’s midriff. Their brown bodies were literally a reddish tint from the torture they had endured, with dark purple bruises appearing in places.
Stephanie could do nothing as she hung upside down, her ankles in shackles in the air, an oring in her mouth, her silky raven hair hanging to the floor as her head was grabbed and Rodson had his member deep down her throat. She had endured this close to a hundred times over the last eight days. Tears fell from her eyes. For her and her sister. But there was nothing she could do.
“Swallow slave.” Rodson ordered. She was a slave. She obeyed. He unhooked her and lowered her to the floor. He attatched a leash to the collar around her neck. “Follow slave.” He said, tugging her to her feet. The slave obeyed. They walked over to the side of the room where a large syringe was waiting. Rodson took the syringe as pushed it deep into Stephanie’s still stinging midriff. Stephanie grimaced as she felt the pain of the long syringe and felt him inject- something. “This slave, is a chemical coctail, that while perfectly safe, is used to torture slaves. It not only makes your skin more sensitive to pain, but also causes the area its injected into to burn both internally and on the skin for about half an hour.”
Stephanie moaned. “Mmmpheesmampher!” She didn’t want anymore pain. She was going mad.
“Shhhhh.” Rodson said slapping her across the face “Yes its going to feel like agony.” He slapped her belly again.
“Ahhhhaiiieie!” She screamed, that slap felt a dozen times worst. “Ahhhhmmphhher! Ahhhhieeee!” She screamedreaching for her midsection and belly. It felt like her skin was having a blowtorch placed against it and that magma was being fed into her stomach. Oh it was agonizing, it burned, it burned so bad.
“Like I said, we have a saying here, sadism is pleasure.” He said as the teen girl started sobbing, doubled over in excruciating pain as he took her arms. She submissively let him bound her arms tightly behind her as he roughly grabbed her hair and forcing himself back into her mouth..
“Ahhhaieeee-pleasemasteragghh!” She felt the pain becoming worse and worse in her stomach. “Aghhhh!” Stephanie continued to sob in agony as Rodson roughly went deeper and deeper into her throat. He gave her belly a harsh slap after harsh slap. It felt a dozen times more painful as usual.
“Good slave, be submissive, accept the pain. I own you don’t I?”
“Yeemph-agghhh-mammaahgggghh!” Stehpanie replied as he pushed deeper. “Aghhhieeiiee!”
“Accept it, submit to it.” Rodson said smiling as the girl sobbed in agony. Finally he grunted as he climaxed into her. Stephanie gasped at the sensation even as it felt like hellspawn was trying to crawl through her stomach.
Rodson smiled as he took a flogger off the shelf and start to harshly whip her belly. Again and again. To her it felt like she was being flayed alive. She bucked and screamed her eyes rolled around her head but the pain was to great. She couldn’t faint. She gasped for air as Rodson whipped her belly and thighs thirty times. Leaving them a fiery red.
Finally over time the pain subsided in her midsection, the burning cooling off. Her cheeks was tear stained as she gasped for air. Finally she laid still, laying on the floor and looking up at the ceiling. Alex smiled as he walked over. He lightly placed a sneak on her side.
“Do you know why I decided to do that to you?” He asked Stephanie, a sheen of cold sweat coated her body. Her legs lightly shaking. She could still hear her sister sob as she was tortured. “Because you’re a slave. Not a human, not a girl. You’re property.”
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Steph and Liz gingerly crawled out of their cages. They listened to Mistress Valerie and Master Rodson as they had them crawl. That day had been interesting. They said that they enjoyed their bodies, enjoyed their screams. But it was time for them to go to their new owners. Their masters that had purchased the commission on them.
So they were loaded up in the back of a van, driven for an hour or two in a cramp cage. Silent, broken. Then take by a leash and lead out of a garage. They had been showered, their hair combed, makeup put on, their entire bodies below the neck had been shaved. Lotion applied. Their bodies smelling downright fruity in the van. As they laid, dressed up in white lingerie that showed off their bodies exceptionally well.
They felt the tile change to carpet beneath their hands and knees. It was a big house, but they obeyed. Finally they were told to kneel. Leather blindfolds, thick and powerful still sitting on their eyes.
“You will find them completely submissive. Completely broken.” Mistress Valerie said gleefully. “Though seeing you two might make them sob.”
“Which I think you two will view as a bonus!” Master Rodson said smiling. “Both are still virgins below the waist. When it comes to oral both are now exceptionally well trained. Their bodies are tight, sensitive to pain, and their faces gorgeous.”
“Thank you for your business.” Mistress Valerie said. The two teen sisters heard them walk away. The garage door open. Their sadistic trainers leave. But the pit in their stomachs never left. Then with a yank both of their blindfolds were taken off.
It took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the light. But then they saw the two figures standing there. One leaned forward on the couch, smiling.
“Told you two you would make exceptionally fine slaves one day.” Bishop said, a leering grin covering his face as the two sisters sharply inhaled.
Then they saw Lorraine. Their adoptive mother squat down next to them, pulling their hair back painfully. Forced to look into the eyes that once raised them. “Understand this you backstabbing sluts. You are no longer my daughters. No longer girls to love or cherish. You two are just two gorgeous brown slaves for me and Bishop to torture for our sadism and pleasure.” She grinned. “Your bodies are ours. Thats it, property for us to inflict pain on. You inflicted emotional pain on me; now you will receive physical pain a thousandfold. Then. Well then we’ll make you scream for fun.”
The two girls broke down into sobs.
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Epilouge: 3 Months later
It was time for Breakfast. Though for the pair of indian sisters that simply meant bad tasting slave chow. Still it kept their bodies as tight and immaculate as the night they were enslaved. Lorraine smiled. Wiggling her toes as her feet were propped up. There, wearing a slave collar and skimpy lingerie was Stephanie. Her once adopted daughter now just a footstool. Her body aching in the position it was in.
Better in all likelihood than her little sister however. Elizabeth had her stomach pressed painfully into the arm of one of the chairs. Her arms tightly bound behind her and Bishop enjoyed ravaging her from behind. The brown skinned teen sobbed from the pain as the sound of her ravishment filled the morning air. Lorraine enjoyed it as she sipped on her coffee.
“So, have the day off Bishop?” She asked with a smile.
“Oh- yeah!” Bishop replied grunting as he finished up with Liz. He pushed the teen roughly down on the ground where she curled up to silently sobbed. Steph would of been sick that she couldn’t do anything; but after three months it was routine.
“So I think in that case we should use some of that new torture equipment we got.” Lorraine said with a grin. A nauseous feeling overtook the teens. “Got that hotbox from Acquisition Inc finally. Heard this slave loved it.” he said, painfully kicking Stephanie in the ribs. Making her cry out and fall to the floor.
“Oh look at that. The slave is on the floor without permission.” Bishop said, roughly grabbing her hair. “Who said you could do that.” He said forcing her mouth open and pushing into her throat.
“She’ll get the hotbox for sure. Her sister can enjoy that new electrical bullwhip we got.” She said smiling as Bishop had his way with her sister.
The two sisters were left sobbing. This was their life now. There was no escape from the cruelty of their owners. Or the pain of their sadism. They were innocent, bright, gorgeous. And now they were just slaves. Trapped in a life of agony.