 The
Enslavement of Countess
Laureline de Saint-Brieuc
Chapter 3 : the training
- the arrival - After
a long time, they took me
out from the sarcophagus and I stumbled following the leash towing me.
My heels sounded on something metallic. A stair. Many steps. When I
almost fell. A conversation...
Lock, metal door opening and slaming. One more stair. A feminine voice with avulgar accent. - So here is the bitch, she makes my husband hard. Blonde, too blonde. She palpated my breast pinch it. - Big udders like a dairy cow. Kneel her so I can print my owner mark on her body. I was thrown on the floor and sudenly flashes of pain cut my breast. They were savagely whipping my breast. - I let you. Rape her until her pussy will smoke.
I
heard the woman going out, a heavy metal door slaming like a tocsin and
my arms were pulled up in my back. I thought my arms are going to be
dislocated.
And I was raped. They used all my free holes. Only my mouth filled with the gag was spared. I just could groan in pain while they were wrecking my womb and my back. At least, they let me down and I fell down, broken. A boot pushed me and I slipped on a slope like an abyss. My head hit something hard and I lost consciousness.
- first day - I was shivering when I woke
up.
I was naked, chained by one of my anckles and by my wrist. There was a woman there, black and red leather dressed, wearing thigh boots and smiling while a man was finishing tying me up. He piched my nipple. - Welcome pretty filly. It's the moment of the day where we take pleasure with cattle. But before you come, you have to suffer. This is your Mistress, Countess of Provence. The woman had a carnivorous smile on her lips then I didn't see her no more. Because like a tempest, the man's crop rained down on me. Brutally, savagely. He was forgetting no parts of my body. methodically, he was lashing my back, my womb, my buttocks, my inner thighs and my always burning breasts.
I had the feeling that it will never stop. But the man stopped and put a device on my face. Tied behind my neck, fixed to my nose ring, the gag opened my mouth. Behind my tears and the sweat I saw the woman come. She had removed her skirt and wore a sort of hudge male sex. When she spoke to me, I could hardly hear her. With my frightned stared wide-eyes, I understood what she was going to do. I understood how I was going to serve.
- It's just for ploughing up you ass and your pussy. You are going to learn that you belong to everybody. You're just a slut, you have no use exept to be taken. And I promise you that, soon, you'll crawl to be raped. But now, wet the tip. We don't want to tear off the mares on the first day. I obeyed eagerly and she came behind me with a dripping gode, her fingers grasping my waist. Straight away she stuck into me. I thought my womb was going to burst out. but it was nothing. When her arousal was a bit high, she went out and empaled my back. She screamed. I screamed too. It was like a knife, stabbing my anus and I yelled, I yelled. When she came, I fell down, hanging to my chains. My anus was racing when I regained consciousness. hands were touching me, something cold was restraining my waist and they were opening my legs. Countess lifted up my head and showed a metal object with many little spikes.
She explained to me that now, I was going to wear a chastity belt with its inside part, all covered with spikes, that there was two plugs so I was going to be pemanently filled in with them. That I was going to wear that until I was well trained. And perhaps, sometimes if I was a good beast, they could remove it for a while as a reward. The man behind me forced my anus with the first plug making me moan. The second came soon after and the belt was locked. My sex and my anus were filled with some fangs and claws and my inner thighs were ploughed with nails. I opened my legs to ease them and I walked like a duck when Countess and the man yanked my leash to climb up a stair... to climb down another...
- Here is your cage,last but one.
He made for the first cage,
lifted up the gate and grabbed the girl.
he took them to the stairs where he laid her on the steps. She groaned when he unlocked her belt and removed the plugs without care. Then he took them there. Quickly. She was fidgetting, with her breast smashed on floor. But when he finished with her, I could hear her, thanking her tormenter : - Thank you Master. - Good. Go to the kennel, bitch. You are going to have a dobble ration. I was watching, alarmed. She obeyed and the gate fell down. The man, the Lieutnant, opened a bag of food, and filled two bowls he pushed with his foot to the two cages. Girls pounced on them with an animal noise. With their gaping mouth, they couldn't chew. So they sucked, dribled to eat. I was disgusted. How could they act like that ?
Some
yells
beside. The man was pulling out the last girl by her hair. He
standed her up and took her away. They disappeared from my field of
vision.
he two girls were still eating, were still lapping in their bowl. Little by little it made me hungry... I didn't know when I ate last time? Then I saw a pair of boots. I looked up, the man was watching me, smiling, while the gate was lifted up with a motor buzzing sound and a metallic clanking. Lieutenant, grabbing the leash of my steel collar pulled me out from the cage. Stumbling on my hobbled legs, hurt by the chastity belt, with my shackled wrists, I just could follow him to the second room. I still fell the terror that struck me, when Lieutenant made me go through the second room door with a thump. I still fell the terror when I saw the girl tied on the stretching table and when I saw she was not branded. So it was meaning that she had been illegally abducted and enslaved. I still feel the collar strangling me when the motor of the winch obliged me to stand up on tiptoe. - Don't move slut ! I'll be with you in a moment... I still feel the shiver running through me when I understood what they were going to inflict to the girl. One more buzzing and her body was stretched on the table... Then the funnel in her mouth... Then the pipes... Then the water flowing down ... I still hear the disgusting sounds the girl was making, trying to swallow the water rushing into her throat. I still see her belly filling out, swelling up. And later, Sergeant was liying down on her and was raping her distended body. 
- Come on, you bitch. It's your turn. the Lieutenant exclaim. he unleashed me and tugged me to the second room. - But don't worry, she is going to join you later.
- Lie down on the table, slut. You
are going to train your tongue because you didn't want to stick it out
and it will be your first lesson.
Serve with your tongue. Quickly he chained me, my arms and my legs crossed, on the cold metal table and he moved a rack near. He pointed out a little box.
- It's a very sensitive switch. You have to keep it off sticking out your tongue. Now get it out if you don't want I take it with a hook. I obeyed and the pin bit my tongue. Lieutenant went away and I didn't see him. Some bangs made me jump and a light buzzing filled the room. Lieutenant came back with a crop in his hand. He did something between my thighs and I felt the gode in my womb moving... - Ok, it's ready, let's check the functioning.
He lashed the sole of my foot, making me cry
out and I moved. The little box made a " CLICK " and a burst of electrical discharges arched
my body. I screamed shaken by uncontrollable shivers. Thousand of
electrical needdles I caused myself, pierced my vagina and my tongue.
Then that stopped and I fell down on the table.
- Good honey. Now it's your own job. Do you understand what you have to do? So do it. Ah! Here is your playmate. You are going to stay together all the afternoon. The girl, with her distended belly, was wrapped in a black plastic bag and the other man put a sort of tap on her gag. Then the girl was lifted up upside down. - And don't you dare bring up the water you drunk. The bag is nearly waterproof, except the little breathing valve. So, if you pee or if you throw up, you drown. Understand, you whore ? She grumbled something and Sergeant slapped her belly making her turn. Like a simple quarter of meat, the girl started to whirl at the end of the chain, with a groaning of pain. - Have a good afternoon girls... See you later. They went away laughing. The gate was closed and locked, light was switched off and darkness wrapped us with only the faint red lights coming from the electric generator. An afternoon ? An eternity. The room was cold. And humid too. Smells of fear and pain were palpable. The pin was devouring my taut and contorted tongue. Little by little my tongue relaxed... Then there was the " CLICK " and suddenly electrical discharges tore off my flesh. Then that stopped. Until the next time... near me, I could see her swollen belly, the girl was softly groaning, rumbling, gurgling. Sometimes she choked too. Her starts made her twirl, making some draughts they freezed my body soaked in bad sweat.
- other days... Time
was passing with a terrible slowness, just rhytmed by the daily meal,
fellatio, rapes, tortures and by the too long nights when we have to
find a position in the narrow cage to sleep. I was not a slave, nor a
number. I just was the bitch, the hooker, the whore.
Sometime,
when I was deserving I got a "little slut" and I escaped the additional
punishment. The belt was removed and I was taken there, on the stairs
and I stayed naked with my free womb and back. But above all, they got
me out, I didn't know where because my eyes were always blindfolded.
There, outdoor, I could breath fresh air and I could feel the sun on my
naked body. I could hear some screams, some whips but they were not for
me. I felt nearly well there. Oh sure, I had to pay with my body. I was
tied on my knees, with my legs spreaded by a bar, and a chain hanging
from my nose ring made me bent on a sort of thorny log. I was at
everybody's disposal and they used me all the afternoon. I think they
paid the Lieutenant for that. But I felt some happinees to
be so awarded.
Some other time, they thought I failed. Then
they got me out from the cage to take me to the torture room. They
doubled the daily whip and they punished me : icy or boiling hot
enemas; pins on my sex, my nipples; electricity. They were trained me.
But while I was doubled up with pain by their cruelty, I could see. It
was one of their rules. When they were torturing a trained slave, they
removed the mask. My eyes blinded by the light could see.
To see and cry... Then there was the everyday life. Lessons, training... They occupied our infinite slowness time.
Lessons : serving with our holes.
Lessons : being cleaned to serve.
Lessons : serving or being punished.
- to be continued -
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