Hanging naked, upside
down.
Chains cutting into her
ankles and stretching her legs wide, vanishing upwards into the black void
beyond her senses.
Wrists shackled to the
cold concrete floor.
A 'Y' shape.
'Y' for Yimi.
Long, straight black hair
curtaining around her head, blurring her vision. Shadows moving silently in the
darkness beyond the light.
Nameless horrors and vague
sounds.
A swish of robes slipping
through the edge of the light pool and vanishing instantly.
A murmur, sinister, too
faint to make sense of.
Struggling again,
pointlessly.
A laugh. Menacing. Close
to her, frighteningly close.
People, fearsome people,
looking at her in her exposed and vulnerable predicament, but still too
nebulous and shadowy to recognise.
A touch, a vague stroking
touch, feather light, terrifying, erotic.
Probing through her pubic
hair, separating her labia. Defenceless, unable to prevent whatever was coming.
Torture? Fear? Pain? Ecstasy? Humiliation?
Delicious. Frightening.
Her hips move in response
but the touch has gone and only the menacing laugh remains.
Frustration. Dreading the
touch. Longing for the touch. Silently Pleading.
She groans, pain in her
ankles and wrists overtaken by the desire for the touch.
Another Touch. Probing.
Erotic.
Fingers sliding inside
her. Tide rising.
Hips moving, groaning,
wanting, needing, moaning.
Breathing hard, fingers
probing, deeper, harder, faster, legs suddenly free and kicking against the
sheets.
Sheets?
Coming, Coming, COMING.
COMING!
Gasping and crying out,
orgasm shaking her all over, sweating and writhing.
Awake, eyes wide open,
gasping for breath.
The icy grey January dawn
showed through the curtains of her room. Her night fears faded as she sank back
against her pillows, still trembling, yet enjoying the warmth of her dream
induced orgasm as it flooded through her.
She closed her eyes with
relief, then opened them wide as her alarm clock jolted her back to reality.
Tidying her rumpled sheets, she threw her damp night shirt into the laundry
basket and headed naked for the shower.
As the hot jets completed
the job of bringing her to full wakefulness she remembered where she was and
why.
She remembered the
importance of today with excitement and trepidation.
Today she would start her
slave training at The Cane Academy, where she now lived and worked as part of
the staff.
She stood with her legs
open, holding the shower head and directing the stinging jets upwards into her
pussy, savouring the sensations and relishing the tough sexual challenges she
knew she would have to face later that day.
It was mid-January, and
the New Year had heralded big changes at The Cane Academy.
Two of the original six
pupils had formed liaisons with Matt and Luke, the groundsmen, and the four of
them had left to continue their lives together.
The groundsmen were yet to
be replaced.
Miss Emily had also left
to take up a position in another of the establishments owned by herself and her
business partner, M. Canne, who remained as Principal at The Cane Academy.
Emily's place had now been
taken by Teri, M. Canne's lover and personal slave, whom he had introduced to
this lifestyle less than a year ago, but who revelled in every orgasmic day!
Submissive only to M.
Canne, she had rapidly developed a wickedly mischievous Dominant streak, and
Maddy, the chauffeuse, was often the willing victim of Teri's wild, painful and
extremely taxing sexual torments.
Maddy delighted in this
treatment, and was now totally in Teri's thrall. She eagerly awaited the next
bout of exquisite torment that Teri chose to inflict upon her.
The remainder of the staff
were still in place.
The twin fitness
instructors, Ivan and Igor, both ex Russian special forces, who gave the girl
students such hard physical lessons in sexual discipline, the lesbian couple
who ran the kitchen and readily assisted with the torment of the students, and
Yimi, the little Chinese nurse who had expressed a deep desire to be trained as
a slave as well as being a full time staff member.
Thus all of the staff were
involved one way or another in the deep sexual training of the students.
Yimi had been warned that
to achieve her aim of complete slavery she would have to work hard and endure
severe treatment and humiliation, just as the other students did. She would be
used sexually in any way the rest of the staff decided was good for her, and
surrender all rights over her own body, while outwardly maintaining the
professional standards for which she was employed.
She had readily agreed,
and her training was about to start!
After breakfast Yimi
reported to M. Canne's office as instructed. She stood nervously before his
desk in her uniform, not sure what to do or say. He looked up from his
paperwork.
“Did you masturbate this
morning?”
She gulped and shuffled.
How did he know? How could he know?
“I, er, yes Sir.” She
mumbled.
“Hmmm. That was the last
time!” he looked up at her. “You will never masturbate again without
permission. Is that clear?”
“Yes Sir.” She almost
squeaked with shame and embarrassment.
“Stop fidgeting and lift
your skirt!” He ordered her in that quiet, deep, commanding voice that brooked
no resistance.
Swallowing hard, not
having expected anything like this to happen so early in the day, she scrabbled
for the hem of her uniform and shakily lifted it to her waist, exposing her
still unshaven pussy to his gaze. Her knees quivered but she could feel the
moist warmth building up inside herself again, her face blushing furiously.
“Feet apart!”
She moved her feet apart,
giving him a better view, her embarrassment almost bringing her to tears. She
bit her lip in an attempt to steady herself and regain some self control. After
all, wasn't this what she had asked for? Wasn't it what she wanted, longed for?
She cleared her throat and
lifted her head, looking above and beyond her inquisitor.
“So what?” She asked
herself. “So he can see my pussy. He's going to see a lot more than that
later!” She felt a little shiver of excitement and arousal run through her and
she deliberately opened her legs a little further, now shamelessly enjoying
displaying herself. Monsieur Canne hadn't missed the subtle change in her
demeanour, and he smiled to himself.
“I'm glad to see you
aren't wearing panties.” He said. “At least you remembered that basic
requirement.” She smiled and blushed again as she remembered the first time she
had expressed a desire to undergo slave training, and ended up naked and
orgasming in front of Him and his 'three graces', Teri, Maddy and Emily. That
was at the end of last term, and now here she was, ready to start that
training, afraid, embarrassed, but eager and happy.
“Very well, you may go
about your duties. Don't touch your pussy, and don't forget your enema after
lunch! Be in the gym, stripped naked and ready to start at six thirty.”
“Yes Sir.” Blazing red
with embarrassment she bobbed a little bow and let her skirt drop, then turned
and left the office.
Her day passed in a haze
of anticipation and excitement, arousal and fear. The temptation to masturbate
and bring some relief to her pussy, already slippery and hot with desire,
almost overwhelmed her. As instructed she had given herself an enema after
lunch, almost climaxing as she did so. She struggled to concentrate on the
routine tasks she had to deal with, but eventually the clock crawled its way
round to five thirty. At last! The mixture of emotions which had been bubbling
inside her welled up uncontrollably now. Fear, Anticipation, Arousal, Shame,
Excitement, Doubt. A wave of nausea passed over her making her breathe deeply
and grip the desk for a few minutes, fighting to control it all. Ironic, she
thought. Fighting to retain control when I'm about to hand over all control to
everyone else! The thought brought a grim smile, she shut her laptop and pushed
herself up onto her shaky legs.
Her office door crashed
open and Teri and Maddy burst in, laughing.
“Right, come on you!” Teri
said.
“We're going to prepare
you” said Maddy. “Up to your room for a shower, then down to the Medical Room
where we'll shave all your hair off”
“Then we'll oil you and
play with you a bit to get you in the right mood” laughed Teri.
“And then the men will
take over!” said Maddy. “You lucky girl!”
Teri turned serious for a
moment. “It will be tough, you know. It will hurt. Be ready, they will have no
mercy on you. But the end will be volcanic, amazing doesn't come close. Just
focus and you'll get through OK. We'll be there, with you all the way.”
“Do you know what they're
going to do to me?” Yimi asked softly.
“Yes, but we can't tell
you. Don't worry, just focus on the pleasure, it will be worth it, I promise.”
Yimi managed a weak smile,
but before she could say any more she was whisked away by the others. They
pushed her into her room and without any hesitation began pulling off first her
clothes, then their own. Within seconds all three girls were naked. Teri and
Maddy hustled Yimi into the shower then climbed in with her. While Teri hugged
her from behind, pinioning her arms, Maddy set about soaping Yimi's breasts,
working her way down to her pussy, even cleaning out her belly button on the
way. Brusquely Maddy worked the shower gel into Yimi's pussy, fingering it deep
inside, finding every crease and fold, every hidden treasure of lust, as Yimi
succumbed to the pleasure and relaxed her legs, pushing forward to meet Maddy's
probing fingers. A little cry of shock and surprise escaped her as Maddy went
further and penetrated her anus just as thoroughly as everywhere else, but the
waves of pleasure flowing through Yimi's entire body overwhelmed any objections
she might have had to such an intimate invasion. Her own hands, trapped behind
her by Teri's wiry strength had found Teri's immaculately bald pussy and almost
of their own volition had begun to explore. Teri was certainly not going to
object to this added pleasure, and opened her own legs, the better to
facilitate it.