“Sit down.”
It sounded more like an order than an invitation.
Slightly confused, Cent lowered himself into an armchair that was strangely wide as if
had been made for two to sit side by side, and sunk down into its softness until he found
himself almost sitting on the floor. Now the girl towered above him like mountain. She
too sat down in an armchair, but her armchair was far from as soft as his and Cent had to
crane his head backwards to look up at her. Her silk-covered knees were directly in front
him. Her skirt was stretched wide and rode higher up her thighs, instantly displaying to
Cent that she wore nothing under there except for the suspender belt for her stockings.
“The girls told me that you saw our advertisement in the sex magazine, and that you have
come to be interviewed for the position, “ she was saying. “We do not give interviews to
just any stranger, and once you know about the workings of our club then you, like all our
slaves, will never leave here. This means that you will have to become a slave. The
girls will control you: you have brought this upon yourself.”
She clicked the lighter, and drew deeply on the tobacco smoke. Cent looked up at her in
confusion, thinking that he must have misheard her
“But of course,” she went on, “No man would dare to ask questions of any of we women, so
I shall tell you everything now and you will write it all down as a good slave should.”
“I’m not your slave yet,” Cent tried to joke, hanging his head and not meeting her
velvety eyes.
“We can soon put that right,” the girl told him with complete seriousness. She passed an
old magazine to Cent, indicating that he should make notes on the back of it.
“In brief, we like to beat, to torture and to force men to do as we wish. However,” she
smiled at him cheerfully through a haze of cigarette smoke, “We do not refuse to abuse
girls either, or to treat them roughly. The means may be different, but the ending is
always the same. There has never been anyone who has passed through all the stages of our
training and who has not finished by having their own character crushed until they are
totally obedient to our will. It is necessary to tinker around with the some people, to
vary the program, but the ending is always the same.”
“Think about that for a moment when I start to break you,” she told him, and Cent shook
with the fear he felt suddenly at her words “The more quickly you obey, the less I shall
be unpleasant to you”
Once again her eyes examined him from top to toe, her red tongue moistening her full
lips.
“We have several stages of training for our subjects. It always begins with forcing him
to lick us, and I won’t pretend that I don’t find this one of the most pleasant of all.
It is the beginning, the first step on the way to complete slavery from being a free
person, and from it there is no return. I usually find myself aroused at once, and when
the new slave, at last, starts to lick me properly I orgasm most excellently. Now you I
have found interesting from the moment I saw you, so when it is time for you to lick me
then I shall find that particularly pleasurable.”
Cent was silent and confused. Should he really be taking this seriously? Already she
had repeated it again and again, and so he was fairly sure that it would really be
happening and his mouth was to be used for her pleasure.
“The next stage comes when the girl has had her orgasm and is relaxed and resting. The
slave must lick and suck around her legs,” the girl continued easily as if this was the
most natural thing in the world. “This too is against the slave’s natural instincts, but
to force himself to do it soon becomes easy when he considers the horror of the
alternative torture he will suffer if he does not.”
“In order to make it easier to break the slave, to make sure he follows the stages we
require of him, the girls form a circle. It means that the slave is forced to please at
least ten girls who continuously replace each other. The girls take their pleasure,
leave, instead of them others come, and the slave is forced and forced. He must lick and
use his mouth, he will have a phallus thrust into his ass which it pleases some of our
girls to do, and he may have a phallus strapped around him to replace his member which
will be tied up. Many girls will use him and beat him because that is what excites them.
They like to trample and kick men. It makes them aroused. It won’t take long, several
hours of continuous violence perhaps, and the slave is half dead and then he will be given
a rest. He will be put onto the conveyor for anyone to use as and when they want to. It
is open to the whole club, ready for any girl who wants an orgasm to use, and he will be
on it until he stops trying to fight it. Slaves soon get to know that they will be there
until they cease to struggle against it. They learn that once this has started they need
to try and please the girls, and so they may possibly survive a little longer. Even so,
sooner or later the time comes when he is no longer used for pleasure, and then we arrive
at the final stage, the bottommost level. This is when the slave can be considered
completely lowered, and he qualifies as nothing more than a toy. Many resist, but in the
final analysis... it always happens you understand, the system is the system; it is
complete and it copes with any variation of character.”
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