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The Enslavement of Elizabeth

This is the conclusion of my story of Elizabeth @theprettiestprincess. Enjoy.

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It has now been a week since we acquired the slave formerly known as Elizabeth from her college campus. After a week of constant rape and torture, we would move on to other methods of training.

Its typical schedule which we had the slave on was awakening the slave at 6am. The slave would be fed its breakfast in a dog bowl. The slave’s wrists and ankles were bound to the floor so it would be forced to eat with its mouth like a dog.

Next the slave was led to the exercise room and dressed in a red latex catsuit with a red latex mask and black ballet boots. The slave would be placed on a treadmill with its wrists cuffed behind its back and ankle cuffs around its ankles with another chain attaching its wrists and ankles. A body harness hanging from the ceiling to keep the slave standing. Of course if the slave tried to rest on the straps, dildos were inserted in its pussy and asshole with a sensor that would give the slave a nasty shock. The treadmill was set at 5 mph for 3 hours. Occasionally we might have a little fun and speed the machine up a little.

Then we would bring the slave to the dungeon where we chain the slave up and give it some flogging.

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After feeding the slave lunch(again in a dog bowl), we worked on pet training. We would first have the slave walked on all fours wearing a collar and leash. It would be walked around the room and then lead into a puppy cage. The slave was allowed to rest for a half hour.

Then the slave was led to the hucow machine. Its neck was locked in a metal pillory. Its wrists and ankles were put in metal manacles. A spider gag was placed in its mouth so if any of the trainers wanted a blow job without fear of the It biting them. After feeling up and squeezing its tits(which again are huge), we placed pumps on both nipples. The slave was injected with a chemical to extract milk out of its tits. The side effect was of course to dumb down the slave(which is ok, its suppose to be dumb). We would leave the slave attached to the device for an hour. Occasionally all of us slavers would fuck the slave in its different fuckholes, leaving the slave humiliated especially because it would be aroused by this. As the days went by, the slave produced more milk.

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Next would be pony training. The slave was fitted with a leather harness, a bridle on its head with a bit gag attached, and black boots with hoof heels. Nipple clamps were placed on its nips with little bells attached. Reigns were attached. The slave would have its arms bound behind its back with an armbinder. The slave would typically take Mistress Sydney and me for a ride as it would drag a cart. A horse whip would ensure the slave kept moving. Despite the indignity the slave suffered, pony training was actually becoming the slave’s favorite activity since it was the one of the few times the slave was allowed outside. Of course after taking the slave for a ride, we would bind the slave to a cross like a crucifixion. Kind of like our female Jesus. Of course the slave would get some sun.

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After feeding the slave dinner(again in a dog bowl), we would bring it to the wash room, we would place the slave in inverted suspension bondage and wash it with cold water from a hose. Again we always clean our toys.

The slave would then locked in a bondage chair securing its wrists, ankles and neck in metal restraints. It would be forced to watch on a big screen tv its training(brainwashing) video with subliminal messages. The video was 3 hours.

Then we would retire the slave for the night. The slave was usually put in restraints. If it was compliant, the slave would be placed in a cage with loose restraints on a mattress. If it was non compliant, it would be locked in the arch back device and forced to listen to the orientation cd and edged all night while subjected to total sensory deprivation. After one night, where the slave was non compliant and given the latter treatment, it was compliant.

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At the end of the second week, we decided it was time for body modifications on the slave. First it was strapped to a gynecology table and Chloe, who was a tattoo and body piercing artist put piercings in its septum, nipples, clit and labia(3 piercings for each one) then was locked in the bondage chair and a barcode tattoo was placed on the back of the slave’s neck.

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At the end of the 3rd week, we decided the slave was ready for sale. We had its collaring and branding ceremony. We dressed the slave in a black corset with black garter belts and stockings and black open toed strappy heels. The slave knelt on the floor with its legs open and placed its hands on the back of its head.

“Is the slave ready for its collar?” I asked

“The slave is ready if Master wishes it to be” the slave was trained to respond.

I then proceeded to lock a gold metal collar around its neck. Then I attached a leash to its collar and walked it around on all fours for a few minutes.

Then it was strapped to a bench face down.

“Is the slave ready for its branding?” I asked

“The slave is ready if Master wishes it to be” again the slave was trained to respond.

I then rapped a ball gag around its head. I then took a branding iron and placed it in coal. I placed the branding iron on its upper back.

“Mmmppphhh!!!!!!”

The slave was branded 1049. Formerly known as a Elizabeth, it was now slave 1049. Of course its new owner could change its name to what they saw fit once they acquired it.

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We continued the bidding till midnight. The winning bid was placed by the underground bdsm website based on an uncharted in the Atlantic Ocean. The bid was for $150,000 usda. They would send a ship for the slave to arrive the next afternoon.

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The next afternoon, we prepared slave 1049 for transport. As we were about to put the 1049 in its cage, it started to panic and resist. It had become use to our facility and the unknown was scary. Bruce and Rick had to drag the slave into its cage. Its wrists were handcuffed behind its back and tethered to the top of the cage. Each ankle was tethered to each side of the cage and its collar was attached to the floor of the cage. The cage was put in the van and taken to a shipyard. The cage was placed on a freighter ship and taken back to the island. In the next day or two, 1049 would be streaming live online for men to jerk off to it being raped and tortured tied up. This is how it would spend its remaining days.

The End

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There is a smudge of pink on the side of Luke’s heavy work boot, a loose cherry petal stuck by dew. It’s as pink as his lips and it’s all Jonathan can think about now. He smiles as big as the tree’s arching branches, ruffling up Jonathan’s hair as he laughs.

Luke is tramping through the hay behind Jon, and the pink is still stuck on Luke’s boot (in Jon’s head) when they reach Ganon’s stall. He rears when the pair startles him, and Luke is there with a gentle touch and firm voice to grab the soft leather bridle. Jonathan leans against the doorframe and watches.

“You gonna help me, Jon-a-than?”

He’s looking over with one hand on the horse’s nose and an eyebrow raised, and Jon pushes himself off the door and walks over to hold the bridle so Luke can grab the brushes. He tilts his head forward to meet Ganon’s and whispers to him, “What am I gonna do?”

The horse snorts and pricks his ears. Jon sighs, petting the small cowlick on his forehead. “Yeah. I don’t know either.”

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Melissa is Taken Conclusion

This the final of Melissa Taken. I again would to thank Melissa, Tumblr handle @mfmdplover for the idea for this story.

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As the week went on, we had slave Melissa was on a particular schedule. Wake it up around 6am(although for the first 3 days, it wasn’t really sleeping since it was on a 3 day sleep deprivation where it was being edged all night). We serve the slave breakfast(which for the first 3 days was just water as part of 72 hours of food deprivation. After 3 days it would be oatmeal or cream of wheat and milk.). Breakfast was always served in a dog bowl and the slave would have its hands cuffed behind its back so it would have no choice but to eat/drink with its mouth. Part of stripping the slave of its dignity.

Next would be 3 hours on the treadmill at 10 mph and in restraints and wearing ballet boots. The slave would also be blindfolded so the time must have seemed like at least twice as long.

Then we would put the slave through some kind of torture. One day it was breath play. We would waterboard the slave, stick its head in a tub of water and then my favorite, make the slave stand on a barrel with a noose around its neck. In heels. Sometimes we would vibe the slave. Great situation bondage.

There was also electro shock torture where we had the slave shackled to a metal frame and provide enough electric current to cause enough pain that didn’t cause permanent damage. Not enough to kill itvbut probably enough to make it wish we would.

There was also sexual torture such as vibing the slave with long periods of edging followed by long periods of forced orgasms. And there was machine fucking securing the slave in a stockade and machine fucking its pussy and ass.

For lunch and dinner, after the third day, she would be fed dog food in a dog bowl of course with the slave being forced to eat with its mouth. After dinner, we would clean the slave by suspending it by its wrists and hosing it off with cold water.

Then the slave would be locked in the bondage chair and forced to watch the hypnotic video for 3 hours. Then we would retire the slave for the night. After 3 days, the slave would be locked on a cot with its wrists bound to the head of the bed and its ankles tied, legs spread and hands in a humiliating and degrading position. This allowed any of us to fuck it if the mood so struck.

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On the weekend, we would invite guests over to gang rape the slave. All 3 holes were filled(although we would place a ring gag on the slave in case it had thoughts of biting). By this time, we had turned the slave into our fuck toy.

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By the second week, the slave had become completely disoriented. It would now without much prodding(though we enjoyed prodding anyway) calling us sir or Master and calling our female slaves Mistress. Beginning the second week, we started doing pet training. We had actually already had the puppy training down. The other things were doing Hucow and pony training.

With the Hucow training, the slave would be locked in standing stockade. We secure its neck, and place metal manacles on its wrists and ankles. We would inject a chemical in the slave to induce milk from its tits(though the side effect was dumbing down the slave). Then pumps were placed on each nipple and pumped out the milk. Within a few days, we had it trained to say “moo!!”.

With its pony training, we would dress the slave in a black leather body harness, a bridle and boots with hoof like soles. We also would place nipple clamps with little bells on them. The body harness had built in dildos for its pussy and ass. We would place reigns on the slave and it would pull the cart. A flogger or riding crop would be applied to ensure the slave would go at a satisfactory pace.

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By the end of the second week, we decided to do the slave’s body modifications. We had our slave Chloe, who in her previous life was a tattoo and piercing artist do the honors. First the slave was placed in the bondage chair and Chloe tattooed it with a barcode on the back of its neck. Then she pierced the slave’s septum and nipples. The slave was then strapped to the gynecology table for piercings on its clit and 3 piercings on each labia.

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At the end of the third week, we felt the slave was ready to be sold. We did that night its collaring and branding. We dressed the slave in a red leather corset with black garter belts, stockings and strappy open toed heels. We the slave kneel on the floor with its hands on head and legs spread.

“Is the slave ready for its collar?” I asked

“The slave is ready if Master wants it to be” it was trained to respond.

Then the slave was strapped to a bondage bench face down for the branding. I placed the branding iron on hot coal and placed the iron on her back right above its ass.

“Owwwwhhhhh!!!!!” It screamed.

The slave once known as Melissa was now slave 1020. Of course its new owner if so desired was free to change its name. We continued the auction till midnight that night. When we closed the bidding, slave 1020 was sold to an underground bdsm website based in Russia. 1020 would spend the rest of its life as a bdsm slave. One of the type of flicks they specialized in was Hucows.

The next day, we put the slave in a cage. Its wrists behind its back, the collar around its neck tethered to the floor of the cage and both ankles tethered to each side of the cage. It was bound ass up, face down.

We took 1020 to the ship yard and it was bound for Russia. A few days later, her first flick was available as a Hucow. She produced a lot of milk. Her new name was Clarabelle.


The End

Wendy’s Woes Conclusion

This is the conclusion of a story request from Wendy @wendynini . Enjoy. Let me know what you think.

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It was now over a week since we grabbed the slave formerly known as Wendy. As we began week two of its training, the slave had pretty much forgot its previous life.

The schedule beginning in week 2 was as followed; we awaken the slave around 6am. It is fed dog food and water in a dog bowl. We cuff its wrists behind its back forcing the slave to eat with its mouth like a dog. The slave would also wear a collar and leash as well. Our slaves Chloe and Tara would supervise this.

After breakfast, which the slave typically took about a half hour to eat, Chloe and Tara dragged the slave to the exercise room where it was dressed in ballet boots and wrists still cuffed behind its back and forced to walk the treadmill for 3 hours at 5 mph. Occasionally, Chloe and Tara might speed it up a little.

After being done with the treadmill, they would take the slave to a pole. It was held up by a body harness which included dildos in its pussy and asshole that were wired. The slave was forced to walk on its ballet boots for two hours. The slave would also be blindfolded. The slave would be forced to walk in circles with its hands still cuffed behind its back. If the slave was going too slow or stopped, the wired dildos would give the slave a nasty shock. With the blindfold, it must have felt way more than two hours.

We would then give the slave, a lunch break. Again dog food and water in a dog bowl. Forced to eat with its mouth. Then the slave would be given pet training. First, it would be walked on a leash on all fours.

Next was hucow training. We would secure the slave’s wrists, ankles and neck with metal restraints to a metal bar. Then we attached pumps to each of its nipples. We also would inject a chemical into its tits to extract milk. The one side effect was dumbing down the slave. We also put a spider gag on the slave. Since it looked so sexy bound like that, we would also fuck the slave in all 3 holes if the mood struck. The gag was just a precaution in case it wanted to bite.

After an hour, we moved on to pony training. The slave was fitted with a black leather body harness, a bridle with a bit gag and black boots with hoof heels. We would take the slave outside. Attach reigns to it and have the pony take us for a ride as it was pulling a wagon. A flogger would keep the pony moving. Despite all that, that would become a part of the day the slave would look forward to since it was outside.

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After that, it was dinner time with more dog food and water. Then we would give our toy its daily cleaning as it would be suspended by its wrists and washed with cold water from a hose. Then the slave would be all strapped into the bondage chair to watch its training(brainwashing) video for 3 hours.

After we were done, we would retire the slave for the night. The slave would usually be in some kind of restraint. If it was compliant, the slave would be given looser restraints lying on a mattress in a cage. If it was non-compliant, it would be in very restrictive bondage that was uncomfortable and the slave rarely got sleep.

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At the end of the second week, we decided it was time for its body modifications. This would always be assigned to Chloe who was a tattoo and body piercing artist in her previous life.

First the body piercings. The slave was strapped in the gynecology chair. And then its nipples, clit labia and septum were all pierced. Then Chloe brought the slave to the bondage chair and placed a barcode tattoo on the back of its neck. This all signified ownership.

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At the end of the third week, we decided it was time to sell the slave. We had created another obedient sex slave and compliant fucktoy. We dressed the slave in a black and red corset, garter belts and stockings and black strappy open toed stripper heels. This was the slave’s collaring and branding ceremony. We had the slave kneel in the middle of the floor with its hands on top of its head.

“Is the slave ready for its collar?” I asked

“The slave is ready if Master wishes it to be” it was taught to say

I proceeded to lock a metal collar around its neck. I then attached a chain to the collar and walked the slave around the room on all fours for a few minutes. Then I led it to a bench where I strapped the slave down on its stomach. I then took a branding iron and placed it on burning coal.

“Is the slave ready for its branding?”

“The slave is ready if Master wishes it to be”

I then placed the iron on the area right on top of its ass. The slave grimaced as the iron made contact with the slave’s skin. The slave was branded 1031. Once known as Wendy, it was now slave 1031. It is what we would refer to it. Its new owner would have the option to change it of course.

The bidding for 1031 was now up to $95,000. We decided to see if we could get its price up to $100,000. We turned 1031 on its back and attached a hitachi wand to it. That drove its price to $125,000. At midnight, we concluded the bidding. The winner was the underground bdsm website based on an uncharted island in the Atlantic. I then contacted the owner. After assuring me that the slave was satisfactory, he wired the money to me and made arrangements to pick the slave in 2 days.

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For 1031’s last full day with us, we kept it chained up in a cage. It was loose bondage and the slave had a mattress. 1031 was going to need its rest. For the rest of its life, 1031 would be subjected to bondage, rape and torture. All streamed online.

The following day after breakfast, we placed the slave in a cage locked in a doggie style position. Its wrists were handcuffed behind it back. Its neck tethered to the floor of the cage and each ankle cuffed to each side of the cage. 1031 was dressed in a corset, garter belts, stockings and strappy heels. We drove the slave to the shipyard and it was placed on a boat. In a few days, 1031 would begin its new life of men getting off on It being raped and tortured.

The End