Prologue
      
      They were now Chuck’s slaves, Amy and her two daughters Marsha and Nat. They were
all fiery redheads with generous breasts and shapely figures. Originally Chuck was
satisfied with having just Amy as his personal slave. But Amy ran off leaving her girls
alone with Chuck. Despite his original intent to leave them alone, Amy’s departure and the
girls’ spoiled attitudes combined to change his mind.
      In a fit of anger Chuck captured Marsha, the older girl, and restrained her in his
private playroom. Once he had seized Marsha he knew that he would have to take Nat too and
since he had no experience subjugating girls against their will he called his friend Jeff.
Jeff had been his friend since college, but he was involved with an organization that did
just that. With his help the sisters were easily subdued and then delivered to a facility
were the girls were to start their training in the art of sexual slavery.
      This began a journey for Chuck that he could not have imagined. Not only did he
join Jeff in the training of his stepdaughters, but Jeff also had Amy captured and brought
to the facility. In the span of one short week the three women were stripped of their
prior lives and began the intense training that would prepare them for slavery to the
Society. Chuck was also thoroughly changed; as Jeff immersed him in a lifestyle far more
intense than he could have suspected. Chuck quickly found that he was excited like never
before as he helped to debase and humiliate his wife and his stepdaughters.
      Then, as the week ended and his slaves were about to be branded as slaves to the
Society, Chuck learned that Jeff was not only a member of the Society; he was in fact
their leader. He offered Chuck the position as his lead Trainer, which he readily
accepted. After the slaves had passed through a sadistic orgy of pain and pleasure and
received the permanent marks of their slavery, the two men packed them up and flew off to
their European facility. It is here that this story begins and our three lovely heroines
are introduced to the next stage of their training.

Chapter 1: The Next Level
      
      Nat’s mind was slowly starting to clear. The events of this day were starting to
emerge in her thoughts from the stupor she had experienced since she was roused from a
deep sleep half a world away from where she was now. She tried to assess her current
predicament, hard to do because of the thick padded blindfold over her eyes. She was, once
again, confined in a rigid and inescapable bondage, something that she had become
accustomed to since Chuck abducted her and her sister Marsha. She knew that they, along
with their mother Amy, were all his slaves now, having spent all her waking moments being
trained to accept the fact that their lives were no longer their own. 
      She could remember the revelation of her family’s plight the previous night when,
after a long period of not even knowing whom had kidnapped her, all was finally revealed.
But rather than feeling the shock of such a disclosure, she found herself relieved that it
was her stepfather Chuck who orchestrated their descent into slavery. After a debauched
night of bondage, torture, rampant sex, and even being branded with a hot iron, she
thought that they had completed her training. She learned however, that it was just the
beginning.
      When she woke up this morning covered by the dried remnants of the prior night’s
orgy, she was given a long hot bath and then was fed a hearty breakfast. It was after she
ate that she felt the haze descend on her mind, unaware that she was also fed a dose of
sedatives to make sure she remained compliant for a long trip. Both Marsha and Nat were
dressed, a first since they were forcibly taken from their home, in simple black dresses
that complimented their curvaceous bodies. Of course they were not given panties or bras,
only the dresses and simple black pumps with extremely high heels. 
      When they were taken to the elevator and rose from the bowels of the place where
they had both been stripped of their past lives, they both mistakenly thought they were
returning to Chuck’s house to begin their lives as his slaves. Chuck and Jeff, his partner
in their total subjugation, led them into a limousine, making them kneel on the floor
between their legs. They happily sucked the men’s cocks as they left the place where they
were transformed from young naïve girls into compliant sex slaves.  
      Their freshly marked rumps still throbbed and stung from the branding iron that had
marked them the night before, but neither had seen their marks yet. They had been bandaged
after being seared and even when they were bathed, the bandages were simply replaced,
keeping the brands’ appearance a mystery to them. But they did not need to see them to
know what they represented, they knew they were now property of the Society, though they
were still not sure what that really meant. Nat worked on Chuck’s cock like a fury during
the drive, but her Master did not grant her the tart and salty gift she sought. Instead,
when the vehicle finally stopped, they ordered the girls to stop, which they did without
delay.
      It was when they stepped out of the limo that they suspected life was not going to
be what they had imagined, finding themselves at an airstrip and herded onto a small
private jet that was waiting for them. How long they flew and to where they went remained
a mystery to them, as they were stripped once on board and their drugged bodies were used
to satiate the sexual appetites of both men, as well the pilot and co-pilot. As they were
trained and despite their addled minds, they were soon engrossed in another prolonged
sexual frolic. It was only when the pilot announced they were landing were the girls
ordered to get dressed again.
      As they disembarked from the plane the mountains that surrounded them made them
wonder where they were. They were led into another limo, but instead of the modern one
they started the day in, this one looked like it was very old, though immaculately kept.
For this drive they were allowed to sit between Chuck and Jeff and they quickly began to
suspect they were in Europe based on the scenery they could see. They drove through a
small village of picturesque homes and quaint cafes, the types of places both girls had
only seen in books. But they knew that seeing this outside world was only a taunt,
expecting to take up residence in another hellhole like the one where they were trained.
      When the limo passed out of the town and turned down a narrow road through thick
woods, they were soon staring in utter shock. First they came upon a large stone gate,
with high walls built with massive stones leading away from it. A large iron gate swung
open and the limo passed into the gorgeous gardens the walls had hidden. They drove up a
long winding drive, eventually approaching a giant mansion atop a small hill. Both girls
stared in amazement at the spectacle before them, wondering what two sex-slaves were
expected to do amid the lavishness surrounding them.
      As they were led into the entrance hall of the mansion they could not help but gape
at the luxury that surrounded them. A maid answered the door as the men guided the slaves
into the foyer, her uniform consisting of a leather corset, fishnet stockings, and
high-heeled pumps, all in black. The little white cap and matching lace wristlets were the
only adornments that suggested she was actually a maid. Her breasts, with their nipples
bearing thick gold rings, were exposed and pushed up by the top of her corset. Her loins
were bare and shaven, in fact looking like hair did not even grow there. 
      “Good day Master Jeff, Milady and the Master will be here shortly. They request
that your slaves are properly displayed when they arrive. Is the runaway still in her
shipping container?” she said, her voice lilting and pleasant.
      “Yes she is Yvonne, she is in the boot of the car, but may I first introduce Master
Chuck, as you did not greet him properly,” replied Jeff, his tone one of annoyance.
      The raven-haired slave looked first to Jeff and then to Chuck before saying, “This
slave is pleased to meet you Master Chuck, please forgive her rudeness.”
      Looking at the stunningly erotic slave Chuck replied, “Nice to meet you Yvonne.”
      She smiled at Chuck and then looked back to Jeff to say, “I am tasked by my owners
to collect and prepare the runaway, may this slave complete her task now Master?”
      “Yes you may Yvonne, but once that task is complete you will report to Master Chuck
to receive a proper punishment,” replied Jeff, his tone still accusatory.
      “Yes Master, thank you Master,” she replied just before she scurried off to do her
owner’s bidding.
      Nat, as she remembered that conversation, felt a pang of guilt. From the time they
were roused from sleep up until now, neither sister realized their mother was missing. Now
that they heard she was transported here with the luggage, both girls were shocked that
they had not even thought about her. The fact she was handled so differently and referred
to as the ‘runaway’ told them she was facing a far harder ordeal than they were. The
memory of that moment plagued both girls, even as they were ordered to strip and kneel on
the cold marble floor.
      Nat recalled kneeling there as she watched a long crate rolled through the door
with Yvonne and the driver pulling it past them. She wondered what kind of hell her mother
must have been suffering inside that cramped box. Only last night the truth about her
mother’s slavery and how she left Marsha and her at Chuck’s mercy was revealed, but she
did not hate her for it. She saw the remorse in Amy’s eyes last night, even as all three
of them were immersed in a sea of sadistic abuses. Now she worried for her, knowing that
her troubles were far worse than Marsha’s or hers. She watched helplessly as her mother’s
traveling crate passed by Marsha and her to disappear into the huge mansion.
      Once they were gone it only took a few moments before a couple came to greet her
Masters. She kept her eyes downcast to the floor knowing that looking up without
permission was unthinkable. But she could see the legs of the people that came into the
foyer; one set was a man’s wearing shiny black shoes and matching pants. The other pair
was a woman’s, wearing black stockings and elegant high-heeled sandals.
      Nat heard the woman say, “Jeffrey my dear boy, your new slaves look absolutely
delicious.” Nat watched her walk up to her Master standing beside her and she said, “You
must be Chuck, very pleased to meet you and your lovely toys.”
      Chuck replied, “Pleased to meet you too Duchess, Jeff has spoken quite highly of
you and the Duke.”
      Then the mystery man said, “We are both delighted to have you and your slaves join
us,” then he clapped his hands twice and Nat heard footsteps approach.
      Two men wearing heavy black boots and leather pants joined them and the Duke said,
“These gentleman are our best trainers and they are assigned to prepare the girls for
tonight’s trial. We would like them to take your slave’s now and get them ready, as long
as you have no objections of course.”
      Jeff spoke then, saying, “I have informed Chuck of what we have planned, so please
do take these slaves so that we can discuss our options. Slaves, you will crawl behind
your trainers and do as they instruct.”
      Nat and Marsha both crawled toward the men, who turned and walked down a hallway
with the naked slaves following like a pair of trained bitches. The last thing Nat heard
before passing out of earshot was the Duchess saying to her Master, “They are quite a pair
Chuck, the report we have on their initial training is impressive and we look forward to
polishing them into ideal slaves.”
      From there Nat had moved too far to hear anymore and she dutifully followed the
pair of men with her sister crawling by her side. They came to a pair of doors beside each
other where Marsha was ordered to follow her trainer through one, while Nat crawled
through the other behind her trainer. Inside the room she saw a table in the middle with
stout wooden legs fitted with metal rings from the tabletop to the floor. 
      “Stand and present slut!” barked her trainer and the young slave scrambled to her
feet assuming the ordered position.
      Now she could finally see him, though she avoided staring into his eyes, and her
heart skipped a beat at the sight. He was bare-chested, except for a pair of leather
straps that formed an X across his hairless muscular chest. He was blonde with his golden
mane reaching his shoulders and his face was chiseled and extremely handsome. Nat felt her
pussy flutter with desire, her arousal immediately sparked, as she stood there with her
legs widespread and her hands locked behind her neck.
      He walked around her as he said, “You are a marked slave of the Society now, but
you are still a novice. Just because you have accepted reality and have shown us your
ability to be a randy little slut, does not make you a properly trained slave. I will
train you in the finer aspects of slavery and if you demonstrate the proper abilities you
may well become a passion slave. Failure to perform to our expectations will have dire
consequences, am I making myself clear slave?”
      “Yes Master,” she replied, now anxious again knowing that her vision of simply
serving Master Chuck was not in her foreseeable future. 
      She watched as he walked over to a table and picked up a heavy leather harness. He
returned to her and from behind her back slipped the thick black bodice over her abdomen.
It had curved top that cupped the undersides of her breasts and once cinched in place
squeezed the breath from her lungs. She looked down to see how it pushed her tender orbs
up with two U shaped cutouts at the top of it. There was a ring mounted in the middle,
wedged inside her cleavage and two buckles attached to the upper ends beside them.
      She stared at the red rings that were painted around the base of her breasts, the
remnants of the metal rings that had gripped her breasts for the last week. She had become
accustomed to the way her tits were bloated and sensitized while wearing those rings. When
they were finally removed this morning they had left the marks that still had not faded so
many hours later. Now her new harness pushed up into the tender area where the rings had
left their mark, reminding her what it felt like to have her breasts constantly
compressed.
      Once the harness was in place a wide collar was fitted around her throat, so stiff
and large that it forced her to keep her head erect. She could no longer bend her head
down to look at her body, the collar securely holding it up and facing forward. A strap
attached to the front of the collar was fastened to the ring at the top of the harness,
connecting the collar to it. Then she felt two other straps attached to the collar strap,
pulling it to the sides and locking them to the buckles beside her tits, squeezing her
malleable flesh into bloated orbs much like the metal rings had done.
      From there he fixed metal cuffs lined with leather to her wrists, just like the
ones she had worn during her initial training. When he knelt down and pulled her right
ankle up behind her she expected another pair of cuffs would be attached to her ankles,
but instead he slipped a high-heeled leather boot onto her foot. It zipped up the side to
encase her from foot to knee in its tight embrace. The other foot received the same
treatment, leaving her now perched on her toes.
      She remained as still as she could, her arousal building as the stringent gear
enveloped her soft flesh. Being unbound for the day had been a rare treat, but the feeling
of the tight leather now encasing her body felt better. Nat had come to revel in the
bondage she was subjected to, feeling safe and controlled when she was bound. She did not
resist when he pulled her arms down and locked her wrists to the back of the harness,
arching her back and displaying her tits even more lewdly.
      Then he began to comb out her long red hair and gathered it into a ponytail that
was tied together with a leather thong at the top of her scalp. He stepped in front of her
and fitted an elaborate head harness over her face. A ball with a hole in the middle was
slipped into her mouth and he began to fit the straps around her head. The gag was locked
behind her neck and two straps rose up on either side of her nose to connect together at
her forehead. That single strap went over her head where he pulled her ponytail through a
metal ring in the strap, before attaching it to the back of her collar. Finally straps at
the sides of her head, that had small leather squares attached to them, were positioned at
the sides of her eyes, forming blinders that eliminated her peripheral vision.
      Then he just grabbed her around the waist and lifted her to sit on the edge of the
table. Once she was seated he stepped back and said, “Lie back slave.”
      She obeyed, even though her arms were painfully pinned beneath her back. He grabbed
her left leg, lifted it up high and connected the ring mounted in the outer side of the
boot to a chain hanging from the ceiling. He did the same to her other leg, leaving her
loins fully exposed at the edge of the table. She moaned into her gag when his hands began
to explore and massage the folds of her plump sex, still swollen from hours of use during
the flight. When he grabbed the ring piercing her clitoral hood and pulled it up to expose
her love bud, she shuddered with erotic anticipation.
      Nat would never forget how they brutally pierced her sex on the first day of her
captivity and the painful harness she wore that day holding her sex in its tight grip. The
ring was installed only after a painful day and night with her pierced hood physically
attached to the harness. But even as vicious as that initial taste of sadistic abuse was,
she now came to appreciate the ring she bore and the way it kept her clit constantly
aroused. As her new trainer tickled the plump little bud, she moaned into her gag
expressing her enjoyment of his caresses.
      “You are certainly a horny little slut, aren’t you slave,” said the dreamy looking
trainer as he stroked her clit, making her squirm with desire. She managed a nod of
agreement, even with the stiff training collar holding her neck erect.
      “Would you like to feel a cock up your slick little cunt bitch?” he taunted her, as
he pulled his engorged cock from his pants and slapped it against the entrance to her
pussy. She nodded again, desperate to feel yet another hot cock inside her cunt.