The story so far…
      
      Amy was once Chuck’s slave by her own choice. She even married him and brought her
teenage daughters to live with him. But after her youngest turned eighteen, she suddenly
bolted, leaving her girls alone with Chuck. His kinky intentions had never drifted to the
girls, always happy with his willing slave, but the stress of Amy’s departure and because
of the girls defiant attitude, a chain of events were set in motion. In a fit of rage he
captured Marsha. Then he recruited a friend with ‘special’ associates and they abducted
her sister Nat too.
      The girls were restrained and transported to a training facility, where their past
lives were stripped from them, literally and figuratively. But Jeff, Chuck’s friend and
cohort, also had Amy procured and all three women were soon in captivity. They quickly
succumbed to the harsh treatment and extreme sexuality they were exposed to. And though
they were trained separately in the beginning, a grand family reunion eventually followed,
leaving all three as branded slaves of the Society.
      But that just marked the start of their continuing training as they were whisked
off to the Society’s European site. Here Amy faced the Triumvirate where she was convicted
and sentenced to a period in the Sheik’s kennels, a place where women were reduced to
their basest animal existence, liberally sprinkled with humiliation and pain. While Amy
was sent to the Sheik, her daughters stayed with the Duke and Duchess in Europe to learn
the fine art of sexual slavery.
      After months of harsh training and abundant punishments, the three slaves were
reunited again, only to find their greatest challenge still faced them. Jeff and Chuck
planned to enter them in a ritual at the Society’s annual Conclave, an event called the
Crucible. Two straight days of continual punishment and abuse, a tribulation so intense
that few slaves had ever completed it. All three slaves had descended deep enough into
utter slavery that they eagerly accepted the task. For six weeks they trained intensely,
building their physical stamina and mental toughness for the upcoming event.
      With two weeks remaining until they were scheduled to return to Europe and the
Duke’s manor, where the Conclave would take place, one of them stood out as both an ideal
slave and a potential Mistress for her family. Nat, the youngest sister, just over
eighteen years old, already displayed the ability to influence Marsha and Amy. Since they
were training on the Sheik’s private island, he had his chief slave Athena begin to mentor
the young Nat in the art of managing her Masters’ slaves.

Chapter 1: Nasty Nat
      
      
      Nat looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the wall, seeing her
newly outfitted body and the approving stare of Athena who was standing behind her. Her
black latex bodysuit made her look both sexy and dangerous. It was highly polished and
glimmered in the light, so form fitting that it looked like it could have been a second
skin. Since it covered her from neck to toe and fingertip-to-fingertip, if it were not for
several ‘openings,’ she would have looked like a rubber doll with a human head. But the
cutouts left her generous milky white breasts, the vee of her crotch, and the globes of
her buttocks exposed and ultimately available. 
      Athena stepped up to Nat, wrapped her arms around the girl grasping her tits, as
she whispered, “You look stunning my little protégé.” 
      “Thank you Mistress,” Nat cooed, the feel of the hands mauling her orbs making her
pussy flutter with desire.
      “You make a fine slave Nat, but are sure you ready to take control of your sister
and mother?”
      “Yesss Mistressss,” Nat purred, her feral nature bubbling up as she imagined her
family submitting to her. Ever since Master Chuck told her that her mother was as good as
her slave, Nat had enjoyed using her when she was permitted to do so. Today Master Chuck
told her that Marsha would also answer to her, and since then Nat was fixated on toying
with them both. 
      It was then that Athena took her charge and helped her dress for her first session
as a true Domina. As she helped the teenager into her form-fitting suit, she explained
what her session with Amy and Marsha would entail. This only enhanced Nat’s arousal as the
depraved instructions danced around in her perverted mind. Just a few short months ago Nat
was a normal though obstinate girl, but now she had been transformed into an insatiable
sexual vixen. And though her obedient nature was not in doubt, today she would find if she
had the heart to dominate too.
      Athena released her grip on Nat and handed the girl a pair of six-inch spiked heel
pumps, made of black patent leather to match her outfit. Nat slipped them on over the
rubber stockings and now stood six inches taller in the extreme heels. Athena wrapped a
silver belt, made to look like a gleaming chain, around her narrow waist, allowing it to
rest on her curvaceous hips. She handed Nat a flogger that she clipped to the side of the
belt, so it hung next to her long legs, an emblem of her new position.
      Now dressed for her new role, Athena sat the girl at a makeup table and began to
design her face. Deep red lipstick and brownish red rouge highlighted her lips and high
cheekbones, as Athena also applied dark eyeliner and green highlights on her eyelids to
accentuate her bright green eyes. Finally, the Sheik’s slave Mistress formed Nat’s
voluminous amber hair into a strict up-do, making her look sexy and severe at the same
time. Looking at her pupil, Athena thought the girl looked ravishing.
      She took her by the hand and the pair of slaves walked from the upper house down to
the dungeon level to find Nat’s sister and mother. They entered the expansive main room of
the dungeon and found it mostly dark, except for an area brightly illuminated across the
long and wide room. They walked past innumerable devices designed to torment women, and
sometimes men, all waiting in stoic silence for the next victim to be attached to them.
They could see, as they approached the light that Nat’s new toys were ready and waiting, a
handler just finishing with the bondage that held them in place.
      Nat smiled as she saw it was Marcos who was doing the work. He was a relatively new
handler she liked very much, possibly because he was just about her age, but also because
she knew he understood slaves very well. She remembered the first time she met him, sort
of, at the Duke and Duchess’ manor. 
      He had been a simple pool boy, seduced by the wife of a Society member, a very
powerful one. That affair cost him dearly, along with the wife of the member, who was now
a kennel slave on this very island. She remembered his initiation into the Society from
when she was first brought to Europe and before she arrived here on the Sheik’s
Mediterranean island. Both he and Sylvia, the member’s adulterous wife, were severely
tortured before her eyes. But while that was just the beginning for Sylvia, who was now
merely a dog slut, it was his first and last punishment. While she had been reduced to a
base animal, he was elevated into the ranks of the handlers.
      Handlers helped control the slaves as they aspired to become trainers. As handlers
they executed the desires of both the Masters and the trainers, learning the art of sexual
subjugation. Once a handler was deemed devoted and well educated enough they invariably
rose to the trainer level. Once promoted, trainers were responsible for designing and
implementing various form of ‘education’ for the many slaves the Society housed and
recruited. 
      As they approached the handler, Athena whispered to Nat, “Have you experienced
Marcos’ cock yet?”
      “Yes Mistress, it is quite marvelous,” she replied, remembering fondly several
sessions of bondage, torture, and delicious sex with the virile young man.
      “Would it be worth a whipping to ask for a night with him?” Athena asked. He had
just arrived from Europe a couple of weeks ago and had caught Athena’s attention. Athena
had more freedom than most slaves, but knew that although the Sheik rarely denied her
infrequent requests of him, he always beat her soundly if she asked him for anything.
      “Oh yes Mistress, he is a very stimulating man,” replied Nat; emphasizing a word
she knew Athena would understand. One thing Nat learned as a slave was that stimulation
was what they lived for; either physical or mental, like when a Master would give her an
occasional compliment, or a stiff boning with his cock. 
      They stopped approaching the handler and his slaves, just outside the area where
the bright lights illuminated them, with Athena grasping Nat’s arm to stop her. She
whispered, even lower this time; “You know what to do now, Marcos and I will be watching,
make me proud.”
      Nat strode past Athena once she released her grip and entered the area where the
trio could see her. Marcos turned and unconsciously whistled lightly, impressed by Nat’s
appearance. She looked every bit the stern Mistress, standing there with her gloved fists
on her hips and her head cocked at a slight angle.
      He turned fully around to face her, his bare chest glistening with sweat from the
exertions of binding the two slaves for Nat. He smiled and said, “Good day Mistress, the
slaves are prepared as ordered.”
      “Thank you Marcos, I will take it from here,” she replied and he immediately backed
away and out of the light.
      Nat’s heels clicked loudly on the stone floor as she walked around her bound
family. Both her mother and sister were severely bent over a slender metal rod connected
to heavy wooden posts on either side of them. They were side-by-side, but separated by
several feet. Their outer ankles were chained to the uprights and the inner ones connected
to each other and a heavy ring imbedded in the stone floor. This kept their legs wide
spread, as they strained to keep their bare toes in contact with the floor. 
      The strain was increased by the fact that they were ‘folded’ over the bar at their
waists, with their wrists locked by short chains to the same places that held their
ankles. Their heads were upside down and facing between their splayed legs, just inches
above the floor. Marsha’s long hair cascaded down to the floor, but Amy’s hair was too
short to dangle that far. Her once long mane was now attached to the large plug that
resided in her up thrust rump, now dangling between her legs and obstructing Nat’s view of
her pussy.
      Marsha’s pussy was quite visible, permanently depilated and adorned with a gold
ring in her clitoral hood, just like Nat’s was. Like her mother she sported a plug in her
ass, but it simply had a short handle that looked like a weird short tail protruding from
her bumhole. Both slaves stared up at Nat, knowing she was about to punish them. Though
ungagged and not blindfolded, neither said a word as they stared at their newly anointed
Mistress. Amy, Nat’s mother, had become accustomed to serving both her daughters, but this
would be Marsha’s first session with a dominant Nat.
      After a day of training together, Master Chuck told his three slaves that Nat was
the best of them and relegated her sister and mother to ‘learn’ from the exceptional girl.
Neither Marsha nor Amy showed any sign of discontent with the pronouncement; in fact both
looked quite pleased. Amy was proud of her daughter’s elevation in stature, while Marsha
had known for quite a while that her younger sister was stronger than her. Both slaves,
with their effectively subdued wills, simply accepted Nat’s new position without pause.
      Now that she stood before them as a Mistress and not a fellow slave, her appearance
and demeanor daunted them. With baited breath they awaited whatever punishment she would
mete out, like the dutiful and helpless slaves they were. As Nat walked around their bound
bodies, caressing, pinching, and slapping their accessible flesh, both slaves felt the
familiar quickening pulse of their slavish arousal.
      Finally she took up a position standing between the two, able to look down into
both their eyes. She saw that they both stared at her with devotion and affection, tinged
with a bit of apprehension, understandable due to their vulnerable positions and the new
dynamic among the three. Nat slowly squatted down until her bare rump rested on the heels
of her shoes, her legs well spread to air out her ever-dampening sex, now aroused by her
new power rather than by her submission. Nat felt that either way was fine with her, but
dominating her family was just a newer type of feeling she was eager to explore.
      Now closer to their inverted eye level, Nat asked, “Are you two worthless slaves
ready for a nice punishment?” The question was rhetorical, but she got a little thrill
asking it.
      “Yes Mistress,” replied both slaves in unison. Though neither slave showed any
outward display of it, both felt the anxiety rise within them, simply because they had no
idea what to expect from Nat.
      Empowered by their simple, yet honest, replies Nat grabbed the ends of their butt
plugs and used them to lift herself to stand again. Once on her feet, Nat toyed with the
plugs just before roughly yanking them free of the slaves’ clutching sphincters. The speed
of her actions surprised the slaves and neither could contain small squeals as the bulbous
plugs painfully stretched their once tight orifices. From constant stretching over the
last few weeks neither opening winked closed, rather they remained open looking like dark
holes between their buttocks. 
      Running her index fingers around the inside of their stretched openings, Nat said,
“Look how nice and wide your assholes are, looks like they are ready for the next step.
But first, lets look at your naughty little cunts first,” moving her fingers down to
stroke their seeping vulvae. 
      After drawing subtle moans of pleasure from her bound victims, she felt a pulse of
pleasure in her own sex. She started to understand what drew her Masters into this
lifestyle; it was exhilarating toying with slaves. She moved away from Marsha and
positioned herself between her mother’s spread legs. She took a length of steel wire that
rested on a table of supplies left for her beside one upright. Nat threaded it through the
four rings in her mother’s left outer sex lip and then twisted the cable together around
her thigh to pull her lip to the side. Once she added another wire to the right lip’s
rings, Amy’s pussy gaped widely open revealing the inner petals of her moist female
flower. 
      Amy’s pussy sported eight golden rings, the end result of the four that originally
had kept her lips shut for many months. As part of her punishment her lips had been
pierced and sealed by rings, blocking her pussy as an available sex hole. She also had to
endure two large metal balls trapped inside her sex during the long months of enforced
chastity while her ass became her pseudo pussy. Given that she had always hated anal sex,
it took weeks to get used to being taken back there, but the clanging balls in her cunt
soon made the experience far more pleasurable. Now Amy eagerly took cocks, or any
implement for that matter, in her backside, now enjoying it immensely.
      Now that Amy’s pussy was propped open, Nat moved between Marsha’s legs, taking four
strong clamps from the table. Though their mother was heavily ringed, with nose and nipple
rings too, the girls just wore a single ring in each of their clitoral hoods. Nat flicked
her sister’s ring as a tease, just before crushing her outer sex lips in the grip of the
two pairs of clamps. She used more wires to tie the clamps to Marsha’s thighs, pulling her
sex open just like her mother’s. Nat worked efficiently, not even considering the stress
and pain she caused her toys, but the well-trained slaves did not make a peep to distract
her either.
      Next she picked up two large metal hooks, wide metal rods that were twisted into
the shapes of question marks. The curved end had a wide ball fused to the end, while the
bottom of the metal punctuation mark had an open ring welded to it. Simultaneously she
forced the bulbous ends into their slick sex tunnels eliciting small grunts as it
stretched their flesh to allow the entrance of the cold, bulbous invaders. When she was
done the ringed ends hung down between their legs. Using short chains she connected the
hooks to rings in the floor, pulling the hooks down tightly.
      Amy and Marsha endured Nat’s attention to their stretched and filled pussies and
despite the strain, their arousal continued to build. When Nat took the short flogger from
her belt and began to beat their taut rumps, both slaves moaned and squealed as the
leather implement impacted them a dozen times each. They were sweating and panting hard by
the time Nat returned the flogger to her belt, knowing it was simply a warm up. From prior
experiences, both bound beauties knew worse was yet to come.
      Nat returned to the small cart and dipped her gloved hands into a bowl of blue
menthol gel grabbing a glob and wringing it through her fingers, all over her hands, and
up to her wrists. The latex covering her hands kept the effect her slave toys would soon
feel from the ointment, with Nat knowing full well how it would first freeze and then burn
whatever flesh it touched. She moved back between her captives and looked at their
sphincters, seeing they had nearly closed, ready to be opened even wider than before.
      “I have felt Master’s fist buried in my ass and loved it, but you two have yet to
accommodate him in this respect. I have been tasked to help you achieve that goal, while
you both suffer properly as you do,” Nat said to her captives, showing them her glistening
hands now coated with an ample amount of the gel. The looks in their eyes told Nat they
knew what to expect and were on the edge of panic.
      Holding her fingers straight out, Nat jammed all four of her fingers into both
their rumps, drawing gasps from the stringently bound slaves. After several pumps in and
out, liberally smearing the gel into the strained openings, she tucked her thumbs into her
palms and pushed harder. Despite the stretching both women had endured leading up to this,
their poor sphincters were still strained to the max as Nat thrust her hands against them.
Both of them screamed when she finally managed to push both her hands inside them, with
Nat enjoying the feeling of their tight anal rings clamping onto her wrists. She slowly
balled her fingers into a fist, twisting them inside the stretched bowels of both Marsha
and Amy.
      Tears were streaking from both slaves’ eyes, across their foreheads, and into their
hair, as the gel had already started to build into a harsh burning sensation. It was awful
as Nat twisted her fists inside them, but when she started to pull her arm back the real
agony began. Then she shoved forward, each stressful motion elicited squeals of pure
torment from both slaves. Nat was flush with her awesome power, each scream and clench of
their internal muscles sending sparks of pleasure into her dripping cunt.
      Intent on what she was doing Nat did not notice when Athena stepped up behind her
wearing a large dildo mounted to a crotch harness. While evil Nat tortured her mother and
sister, Athena took a glob of gel from the bowl and coated her pseudo cock with it. Once
it was heavily laden with gel, she stepped up and slipped it deep into Nat’s cunt, sending
an immediate chill up the surprised slave’s spine. Athena filled Nat’s quim and then
wrapped her arms around the girl.
      She whispered to Nat, as if the fisted slaves could have heard anything as
distraught as they were now, “Consider this a reward pet, if you had shown any hesitation
or compassion I was ordered to fill your ass with this. Now enjoy the burn and yes, you
may come.”
      Nat continued to pump her fists inside Amy and Marsha, even as her pussy first felt
frozen, before melting into a painful, yet delicious burn. Of the three slaves, Nat was
the most adept pain slut, always finding perverse pleasure from the most painful acts. As
Athena fucked her soundly Nat had no trouble achieving a massive orgasm amid the waves of
painful heat deep inside her pussy. 
      Alternatively, Amy and Marsha were relegated to experiencing nothing but pain at
the moment, their asses stretched too far and the evil gel eating into their stressed
rectal tissues. The session lasted a mere fifteen minutes before Athena had Nat slide her
hands out of the two rumps, but it left the bent slaves sobbing in abject misery. As
Athena led Nat away, proud of her charge, Marcos returned to the bound slaves and slipped
even bigger plugs back into their distended bum holes. 
      As Nat was taken upstairs to face her Masters, Marcos remained with Marsha and Amy
to continue their session. Before being released hours later they would both take his
fists up their backsides, so that they would be ready to accept a man’s fist without
trouble. With two weeks until the Conclave, they needed to ramp up these two slaves’
training to get them ready. 
      Once upstairs Athena delivered Nat to a room where Chuck and Jeff waited for her.
They were her true Masters and after their compliments on her first foray into dominance,
she was tied face first and spread out against the wall. After fifty lashes across her
back and two harsh ass fucks while bound there, she was back to being a contented slave.
But even as she gleefully fell back into her natural role, she dreamed about what she just
did and what she might get to do next, knowing now that she did enjoy dominating slaves as
much as being one.