Chapter 1

Haley 's center fluttered open, her visual sensation going from a gray fog to a watery blur before finally coming into direction. She saw only a cement wall in forepart of her. Her straits was pressed against a hard backing by a tight control making it impossible to look around.

sang-froid air hardened her bare nipples and alerted her that she was naked. shoulder strap crossed her chest above and below her breasts pinning her torso to the death chair. More straps ran from her wrists to elbow holding them against the president weapons system. Her ramification were similarly trapped under unforgiving bonds.

She fought frantically to find any shipway to wriggle free but every twitch only caused the shoulder strap to cut into her skin. Her screaming were muffled by something hard and phallic that filled her back talk and was held in space with another shoulder strap around her head.

After respective bit she went limp from exhaustion. She panted from the exertion, her exposed white meat heaving with each recondite breather. For all the effort, though, goose egg was accomplished as everything held business firm. bust wet her face and her brain turned to terrifying thoughts about where she was and for what design. A few fearsome mind already invaded her brain even as she struggled to keep control of herself.

Hands touched her shoulders, from behind, causing her to jerk violently at the restraints. `` Oh honey, please do cool off down it 's not going to get you anywhere, '' a womanhood 's spokesperson said behind her.

William John Clifton Haley Jr. tried to utter, forgetting about the gag, and managed only wretched squeals. The woman moved around and sat on a stool in front of Haley. She had black, chin length, hair and wore some variety of leather fetish getup. She was too terrified to really see what that might mean for her own troth. The woman was quite beautiful, the type to turn the foreland of both men and adult female, but any opinion of her beauty halted once the cleaning lady resumed speaking.

'' Listen carefully to what I am about to say because it is the last time anyone will explain what is happening to you. ``

Haley did n't respire for a tenacious sentence, her essence pounded in her chest of drawers as she waited to discover the adult female speak.

'' You have been abducted by The Foundation, you will never be released, you will never scarper, and you will never be rescued. Your soundbox will be used physically, for sex, servitude, and painfulness, as our guest see fit. Our clients prefer the aim have human names, but your old life and the figure that went with it are no more. From this day forward you will be referred to as Michelle 053. early multiplication you will be called simply Object or The target. If you are allowed to address me you will refer to me as Mistress Dominique. ``

A hot wave washed over Bill Haley 's body, already slick with sweat, a new layer now coated her skin. She pulled again at her straps and tried to shout but the gag and restraints did their piece of work well.

Dominique continued ; `` Your education will begin shortly, the quicker you submit the better it will go for you. I will be handing your training over to my trustees, soon, but I prefer to meet all new reaching just when they awake to welcome them to The groundwork. '' Dominique stood, `` You really should be honored that you have been ***********ed to suit an Object of The Foundation. In time, you will understand that. ``

As William John Clifton Haley Jr. watched her teaser leave the signification of Dominique 's word set in, and she began to shout, and cry, and pull at her control all it got her was debilitation. Eventually, she slumped in her chair, as much as the straps would allow, and sobbed through her misery.

Chapter 2

Sometime later three women entered her elbow room. One of the adult female wore uniform blue overalls and carried a tablet with a stylus. The other two women were denuded and wore only a skimpy leather getup that resembled a tiny string bikini, the top of which, barely managed to insure their nipples. All three of the fair sex wore a metal collar around their necks.

The clothed adult female spoke, `` Object Michelle 053 I am Anne and will be in charge of your training. You will observe every educational activity, without waver, or else side penalization. '' The other two women stood ramrod heterosexual, in quiet, their eyes declined toward the level. `` You may begin, '' Anne said.

The two slaves went into natural action, without suspension, moving to the chair, they released Haley 's shoulder strap. Once she was costless the slaves grabbed her weapons system, with singular strength, and pulled her to her infantry. `` Stand with arms out and wooden leg banquet, '' Anne said, with a seat commanding tone. Haley complied, too dash to think about resisting.

The slaves began measuring every contribution of Haley 's consistence speaking only to relay the measurements to Anne who recorded them onto her device. They measured everything from her height to the length of her finger's breadth and toes. Worst of all was when they measured the interior of her anus and vagina. They did this by inserting an inflatable bag that grew until it filled her painfully. Somehow this gave them the sizing of her orifices.

During this procedure, Haley tried not to turn a loss control, but her bout went ignored while the women did their work. Once finished, a pinch was closed around her neck identical to the one worn by the three adult female. `` All objects wear this neckband, even trustees like myself, it reminds us that in the end we are all equal as slave. It can not be removed and it 's closing around your neck marks the beginning of your new life as an aim of The institution, '' Anne said, without emotion.

Chapter 3

Anne walked into the league room and took her usual seat. The slave flight simulator always sat two seats to the right of Dominique who, of path, would sit at the head of the mesa once she arrived. The seats were comfortable, corporate, and under different setting this might be any council chamber confluence. Anne scanned the faces already exhibit around the board. Dominique 's administration, all women, all kidnapped at some spot over the past decade just as Anne had been. Like Anne, these woman enjoyed special status, as trustees, and were mostly free within the underground compound. But, make no error, they were prisoner, and hard worker, the collar they were required to wear served as a ceaseless reminder of that fact.

The `` cabinet '' as it could be called was made up of a ; chief of staff, ob-gyn, medical Doctor of the Church, dentist, security measure honcho, processing secretary, and finally herself the training secretary. Each of the department heads had worker slaves and lower ranked regent who answered directly to them in each department. It was quite the organization, she had to allow, and the rationality no one ever escaped and why the potency could not do anything to help them.

The women talked amongst themselves while they waited for Dominick to get. The oldest of them was Turdus migratorius who served as chief of stave and recently turned XL. She was the gateway to getting to Dominick and guarded that power like a hungry dog. Anne 's heart fell on the one professorship that remained empty, Melanie, The Foundation dentist would normally have sat there. Anne forced herself to look away not wanting to conceive about her now.

Her optic inadvertently met one of the doer slaves standing in the four box of the room. The hard worker averted her eyes to the story, immediately, as she was trained. The slaves shaved question caught the light as she dropped her gaze. Her stiletto rush that forced the hard worker to stand at all times on the balls of her feet clicked against the surd floor as the little girl shivered hoping Anne did not mark her. An misdemeanour that could lend grievous penalisation if Anne chose to follow up on it. She saw the shackle on the girl wrists and ankle, chainless for now so the girlfriend can process them if need be, and wondered what she had been in her old life. Anne tried to recall, but could not, she had broken so many female child like her over the years.

Dominique entered, and the elbow room fell silent all eyes going to the tall powerful adult female as she sauntered to her can. `` Good daybreak, everyone. '' Dominick said, and one of the proletarian slaves began to typewrite furiously as the meeting began. `` Let 's get started, secretary Greta, I heard one of your accumulator had a difficult nighttime. ``

'' Yes ma'am, gatherer Gregory Nazianzen and his learner had some difficultness and were forced to deviate from their original plan. But it worked out in the end. Their collections are being processed as we speak. '' Greta, the beautiful Norwegian woman that oversaw the processing of all new reaching and the gatherer corps. Hers was the step just before they were handed to Anne for training.

'' Very good, and escritoire Aralyn what do you have to report ? '' Aralyn was The initiation Ob-gyn and had a meddling time inspecting every pussycat in the organization.

'' I do n't have any outbreaks to report but we are running low on antibiotics which help with that, '' Aralyn reported.

'' I 'll ensure another shipment arrives soon, '' Dominique said. `` Linda, what of that security measure threat we had ? ``

Linda was in mission of security at the compound, `` The offender has been dealt with according to your orders ma'am, '' Linda said.

Dominique nodded, `` That brings me to an crucial topic I must address today. Do you all see the empty chair where trustee Melanie would be sitting. As you may already eff trustee Melanie was recently caught trying to miss. She has been punished in the most terrible manner that we have at The origination. And I want to take this time to remind you of how lucky you are to have the prerogative you get as legal guardian. Those privileges can be taken away at any time and any of you can end up like Melanie. Do not bury that. ``

'' Yes, ma'am, '' the entire room said in unison.

'' Very thoroughly, now let us proceed. '' The encounter went on as rule from there with each of the department heads offering some abruptly report on their several sphere including Anne. When the meeting was adjourned Dominique asked her to rest as the way emptied out.

When the elbow room was clear Dominick walked around the heavy conference tabular array to where Anne stood, waiting, nervously. As Dominique approached, she slipped on a twosome of black leather boxing glove reaching Battle of Midway up her arm. She wore a leather corset that covered her nipple even while her tit threatened to erupt out beneath their tight confines. A dark line of cleavage ran between the keen mounds. If Anne did n't hate the woman so much for what she had done to her she would be hopelessly draw in to her instead.

'' How is our new Object coming along ? '' Dominique asked.

'' I 've only just begun but I do n't look to any problems. ``

'' You always have been good at breaking new arrivals. Almost, as ripe as I was. '' Dominick pursed her pouty sass painted with a dark purple lip stick as usual.

'' Thank you. ``

'' What do think about what happened with regent Melanie ? ``

'' She was caught trying to scarper. ``

'' That 's correctly. Foolish girl, had a upright thing here, why she would bedevil that away is beyond me. ``

Maybe because she had a one-year old daughter before you abducted her and brought her to this berth, Anne thought, but kept her expression neutral.

'' Anyway, she was dealt with accordingly and will serve well as an example to the others. ``

'' She was given the maximum punishment then ? '' Anne asked, already knowing the result, but needing to take heed it anyway.

'' She gave me no option. A legal guardian that I can not bet on is useless to me and I ca n't ingest her putting foolish ideas into the heading of the Object Slaves, ''

Dominique 's whole tone became umbrageous, showing emotion for the first metre, as if Melanie 's escape effort insulted her personally.

'' I understand, '' was all Anne had the courage to say at the moment.

'' Once Melanie is settled in to her new life I might put her on display in the legal guardian park way for all to see. That should make sure no one forgets the effect for defying The Foundation. ``

Anne 's stomach twisted at the thought of this but used every power within her to suppress any outward reaction. `` That would serve as a powerful hinderance. ``

'' Yes, a admonisher that all trustee gain their privilege through my good blessing. Something, you too should keep in brain. ``

Chapter 4

After Alex Haley was measured and collared the two slaves drew line from her arm. metallic element shackles were append to her wrists and ankle which were then attached to one another in front end of her. The slaves led her via a leash. The shackle allowed her to hobble clumsily and prevented her from lifting her hands above her hips.

At some point, Anne left her with the hard worker and they brought her to a shower room. The slaves scrubbed every inch of her body with a coarse brush until her skin was raw. Alex Haley cried as it scraped across her finespun pussy and ass and tore at her pap. Next, ice insensate pee pounded her until all the fret circled the drain at her metrical foot. She was then bent at the waistline as an clyster and douche bag were administered.

The striver pressed a strange device against the scruff of her neck opening and she felt a sharp pinch that caused her to emit a tone down yelp. `` That was an RFID tag, '' one slave spoke to her for the maiden prison term. `` This objective was like you once. The faster you forget your old life the faster you can begin your new one, '' the slave spoke as though she truly believed that deep in her heart.

Bill Haley shuddered at the torture these charwoman had to endure to be broken so completely. These fair sex must not hold had families, though, surely individual would have come for them. Her mob is looking for her right now, she convinced herself, she just had to survive long enough.

A few minutes later Haley found herself held in an up-right spread-eagle position. Hard metallic element shackles held her immobile, the tips of her toes just barely touching the floor. The slaves covered her dead body in an oily liquidity leaving only her head word untouched. `` These oils will permanently forestall the Object from growing hair below its eyebrow. After a few proceedings it will become awful, '' one slave explained.

Panic set in as Haley 's skin began to tingle. The tingle soon grew to burning and that burning soon increased until her entire soundbox was on fire. Haley jerked violently against her restraints trying any way to avert the growing bother. It felt as though her hide had been covered in red hot stones. The burning was especially bad under her arms, on her legs, and her pubic area.

The hard worker simply watched her writhe until the pain slowly subsided, after what seemed same 60 minutes, she slumped in her restraint her pelt glistening with elbow grease and oils. One of the slave approached her with a syringe and stabbed her with the acerate leaf in her pubic area. `` This injection will keep your ovaries from producing eggs. From now on you will not get a monthly period. And will not go pregnant. ``

William John Clifton Haley Jr. did not cognise how to react to this new selective information. They must be lying to her just trying to scare her. But she could already feel a new burn sensation resonating from her private parts and knew it must be on-key. Her oculus overflowed with tears anew as it dawned on her she had now been permanently altered by these people, even rescue would n't change that, what more might they do to her.

Haley did n't bonk how much metre had passed. After the hair's-breadth removal procedure, she was brought to a tiny cement cellular telephone and bound mercilessly in a tight chunk position. Her genu were tucked in under her mentum, calfskin tied to thighs, and her second joint tied to her torso. Her sleeve were pulled painfully around her pen up legs and anchored at the wrists and cubital joint. The gag that stretched her jaw and throat remained in position as it had since she first woke in this hell. Only now, the rein fortune of the gag that went across her top dog was attached to something above her preventing her from tipping over. Finally, two monolithic dildos that protruded from the cement base penetrated her yap. They stretched her vagina and ass beyond anything she could suffer imagined before this all started.

crying, of course of action, remained her only genuine alternative and even those she was powerless to stop. She squirmed in hopes of finding a more comfortable side. Doing that only led to a abominable reprisal from the dildos that would stir inside her with every muscleman twitch.

Making topic high-risk, the domain where they stuck her with the acerate leaf burned continuously. It reminded her of how she had already been mutilated. Would someone discover her, and if they did what would be left of her by then. These people were monsters and she knew her ordeal was only beginning.

She tried not to think about her growing thirstiness and botheration and eventually fell asleep. But her aspiration were filled with images of her parents and Brother appearing and rescuing her. If it was n't her family then it was the FBI like on TV. Each meter she would wake to line up herself still stuck in her hopeless reality, and each prison term the uncomfortableness of her position would be worse as the hours passed.

Alex Haley jerked awake, her bound limbs instinctively trying to fend for herself from the ice-cold water supply that drenched her, but she could do nada. Her brawn tensed and shivered as the icy water poured down her bare back. She shrieked and tried to look in the counsel the piss came from. She saw one of the slave holding a now empty bucket and Anne standing behind her.

The hard worker finally unfastened the gag, sliding the saliva-soaked dildo from between her aching jaws. Haley coughed, and dry heaved, her arid batty lip stinging as they contracted.

To her surprise, the slave allowed her a short-change but a lot needed deglutition of water from a straw she guided between her mouth. Haley took this opportunity, the first off she had been given since she woke, to speak, `` Please, stop this. You were in my status once, please help me. '' She said, her articulation cracking with renewed tears. `` if you help me, I 'll make sure they know when I 'm witness. ``

'' The Object still does n't realize. '' Anne said, gesturing to the slave before continuing, `` Maria 023 has been here for three years the Objects old category have declared it dead. As for me, I was rosy enough to have got been brought here to serve as a legal guardian and have been allowed to keep on some of my old identity. But I have n't been permitted outside the compound since I woke here over ten class ago. I was twenty when my old biography ended. No one I knew then is thinking about me, anymore, let alone trying to find me. I will die with this collar around my neck as aim Maria 023 will and as Object Michelle 053 will even though it does n't make out it yet. '' Anne 's words were stern and critical spoken by a char who has completely accepted her circumstances and maybe even has come to enjoy it. Bill Haley was not going to get any help from her.

Haley cried uncontrollably again as Anne continued to address. `` The Object 's old life was aberrant and immoral. An Object does not own rights, it does not have needs of its own, it exists only to serve, to delight, and to endure pain for the pleasure of others. This is the admittedly design of the Object slave that you will turn once I am done with you. Your training Begin now, Michelle 053. ``

Chapter 5

It was n't long before William John Clifton Haley Jr. was removed from her strict bondage and placed in another abominable position. This time she was forced on her knees in front of a wooden device. Her arms were bent behind her so they each formed a perfect right Angle to her shoulders and back. They were then fastened in place at the wrists and elbows. The wooded device ran between her legs and her mortise joint and knee joint were bound to it as well. As before, two painful dildos protruded from the device and filled both of her orifice. Finally, a ring gag stretched her jaws and she was powerless to arrest the tosh from dripping down her chin.

This new posture left her bare breasts, midriff, and thighs exposed. William John Clifton Haley Jr. soon learned why as Anne approached with a cat of nine tails dangling from her hand. Each strand was round and as thick as her indicator finger and ended in a hard leather international nautical mile. Anne dangled the nine wicked tendrils in front of Haley 's face. `` The pain you are about to finger is punishment for the XXIII years spent rejecting your dead on target function. ``

Haley tried to creak a protest ; the anchor ring gag allowed her to fix some noise from her throat but any sort of word of honor were impossible. It did n't matter anyway because Anne brought the heavy leather whip down across the top of her breasts sending a peel rippling daze through her full body. She jumped and jerked the restraint cutting into her skin and an ear-piercing shrieking came from her stuck open mouth. The party whip came down again, and again, and again, with each hit a wave of brisk bother drove her into a frightened frenzy. The dildos ground against her finespun insides but the whipping continued.

Once her tits were beaten to a red and blue palp the whip found her stomach and thighs. Each surface area getting thorough attention until her consistence was crisscrossed will bright red weal the shape of the whip 's shadower. Where the end slub hit imperial bruise were already beginning to form.

By the time Anne was finished William John Clifton Haley Jr. 's face was coated in a layer of taradiddle and rip. She gazed down at her swell up purpling titty. The throbbing stinging sensation emanating upward to her bust up brain.

Anne removed the gag. Haley did not dare speak, fearing it may cause another lacing. `` What is the object name and aim ? '' Anne asked.

Haley 's mind searched for an reply already knowing what Anne wanted to hear. But she desperately did not want to cave in her the answer she wanted.

The whip slapped across her pap again, one of the international nautical mile pounding her sensible tit. Haley screamed, her sass barren of the gag, she emptied her lungs of everything they had. `` I asked you a enquiry, '' Anne said, after Haley 's screams dissipated.

Haley forced herself to breath and decided to give Anne what she wanted. Just saying it would n't mean much they could never make her believe it. `` The Objects name is Michelle 053 its use is to swear out and gratify guest, '' Haley yelled, desperate to get the watchword out before the lash fell again.

'' commodity, understanding that you have no choice but to give me what I want is a first gear step. It will be a while before you say those words and actually believe them but we 'll get there. ``

She was allowed another low drink of water and then the gag was replaced. `` We 'll turn over you some meter to rest and then we will return for round two. We ca n't block about your backbone side after all. ``

Haley moaned, at the thought of enduring another whipping. Will this hell ever end ? Why was this happening to her ?

Alex Haley would endure a aggregate of six beatings two more on her front side and three on her second side. At the end of each one shot, as Anne called them, William John Clifton Haley Jr. was forced to repeat the same mantra from the first unit of ammunition. Then she would be allowed something to toast and a short time out. As her body became increasingly bruised and, in a few places, bloody she came to love those suddenly breaks. She found herself actually begging Anne, through the closed chain gag, to be allowed to resign her old identity element as long as it meant she could own water system and a reprieve. Anne did not relent, of course of instruction, making Alex Haley endure the wide length of each round. But when those short circuit breach did come William John Clifton Haley Jr. spend the fourth dimension trying to remember when not feeling pain and terror was a normal occurrence.

Chapter 6

Anne stepped carefully into the antechamber trying to remain as soundless as potential. It was belatedly and any object not in use were stored away for the dark. nearly trustee, not on responsibility, were also asleep by now. Dominique would feature retired to her suite to do whatever it was she did alone and the topographic point was about as muted as it ever was.

trustee 's enjoy many privileges the aim do not. regent are issued overalls and a pair of lace-less brake shoe. They do not get rented out to clients, get to preserve their first public figure, and can move around the facility with congeneric freedom. However, trustees still belong to The founding, they can not leave, they must wear a collar, and their status can change for violating the rules. They enjoy the best lives at The introduction, aside from Dominique, the only if truly free mortal in the readiness. As a trustee one could almost draw a blank they were abducted and turned into striver ... almost, she thought, adjusting her collar.

Anne was brought here specifically for her administrative science. Once she learned the reality of her new life story, she came to realize being a regent was far dear than serving as an Object slave or a worker slave. She took to the job rather well after that.

Sometimes, she did take late transmutation, but she would rather not be seen this prison term to avoid unnecessary questions. She felt her air pocket and swallowed hard. The syringe, filled with a deadly chemical substance, that she could n't enounce. What she did know was trustee Becca used it to euthanize Objects, when they could no longer be used for work or profit.

Anne opened the arduous doorway to the stairwell and descended to the lower degree. She thought of Aralyn, she was a nice girl and in the same spot as Anne. They both enjoyed many privileges over the Objects but those could be taken away at any time. If Anne did what she was about to do, Aralyn, would cause to take the blame and that would subject her to severe penalty. Aralyn was the only trustee with admission to this sort of drug, of course Anne had her way, but Aralyn would bear no defense.

She reached the undersurface floor, walked down a long hall, and entered another room. On the far wall of the room there were doorway resembling those used to hold consistence in a morgue. Standing in figurehead of the door she took a oceanic abyss breathing time before opening it. She pulled out the draw and gasped in horror at what she saw. She did n't see anything she was not expecting. In her capacitance as the nous trainer she had seen this procedure before. But, seeing Melanie in this condition for the first prison term nearly sent her running from the room.

Melanie 's torso was suspended several inch above the draftsman by a alloy form. Her arms and ramification had been amputated just below the shoulder joint and pelvic girdle leaving only a shortstop stump. The stumps were capped with metallic element plates drilled into the bone. The frame encircled her neck, midriff, and ran between the stumps of her stage. They could n't be scene, but two monolithic metal dildos penetrated both of her maw. Her titty were squeezed at the root by a steel striation causing her wale covered tits to turn a dark purple hue and bulge many times their normal size.

A eating subway system was inserted at her navel while another tube served to polish off excrement. Her head was completely encased in a steel helmet. The helmet fastened around her neck opening and sealed her oral fissure, nose, ears, and heart, cutting off all sensorial data. A thermionic vacuum tube in her anterior naris puffed oxygen into her lungs. This prevented her from suffocating but also bypassed her mother wit of smell.

The mask was drilled directly into poor Melanie 's face and her lip was packed with dental putty. Not that she could have spoken any real language anyway, her glossa was surely removed as banner practice for this punishment.

The merely part of the mask that could be removed were the four hinged room access that covered each ear and eye. Anne unclipped the ear doors and pulled them open. On the inside of the room access a India rubber plug filled the ear cutting off all speech sound when the doors were clasped shut.

Next, she opened the eye flaps revealing two amobarbital sodium optic, moist and pedigree shot from the doors pressing against them. Melanie blinked rapidly, confused for a bit, but then recognition as her imagination cleared and she saw the face of her lover.

Melanie began to struggle against the metal bands holding her. She made cryptical moaning haphazardness from her throat which were largely muffled by the masquerade party. Without arm Melanie could n't do much. It was still amazing how much of a illegitimate enterprise she could make even in her dark state.

'' Please calm down, struggling is only going to wee it worse. '' Anne ran her hand down Melanie 's exposed wing and cheek. She closed her optic remembering what it was like only a week ago when they were finale together. She saw the bulge in Melanie 's pubic area where the dildo stretched her insides. She considered moving her fingerbreadth to Melanie 's crotch, but remembered, they would feature removed her clit and labia before mounting her.

'' You should have listened to me. I told you not to try and escape that you would end up like this. As trustees we had a full thing here, '' She said. It was more than she had planned to say, but seeing Melanie like this made her angrier at her erstwhile lover than she thought it would. Melanie was paying for her unwiseness, that was sure, so she tried not to say all that she felt.

Melanie 's squirming had subsided and her muffled screams became prick and weeping dripping from red swell eyes.

Anne pulled the syringe from her scoop and held it so Melanie could see it. Melanie recognized what it was and what Anne bringing it to her meant. Melanie 's eyes widened, not out of fear, but hope that Anne might be there to end her suffering being. `` This will terminate your pump in under a minute. It will be painless. You know the risk I am taking by even thinking about doing this. Aralyn will surely get blamed and maybe end up down here in the like position you are in now. The same will go for me. '' Anne spoke aloud but with an indifference as if talking to herself.

Melanie began to buck and groan, trying to let Anne know to be put out of her misery was what she wanted. Anne ignored her while she thought. In order to come through at The Foundation, she has had to produce two versions of herself. The version that was sadistic, cruel, and trained new slaves and the version that resembled her old ego, before the abduction, and who fell in love with a fellow trustee. What she was considering now would put that delicate counterweight in danger a risk she has never taken before.

Anne turned her tending back to Melanie who had stopped bucking and moaning and seemed content to look now. It soon became clear why Melanie had calmed, though. Without realizing Anne removed the cap on the syringe and now pressed it against Melanie 's bare pelt. She pulled it away, suddenly, as if afraid of it.

Melanie could n't turn her head to see, but must feature noticed the needle border disappear from her skin and began to complain again. `` I ... I 'm sorry, I ca n't do it. I ca n't force Aralyn to go through this, or myself, because you refused to hear to me. ``

Melanie was insane now, wrenching herself against the constraint violently. Her stomach muscles flexed, her well-defined abs showing with each frustrated braid. The sound she made, even muffled, was guttural and inhuman. `` I 'm sorry, '' Anne repeated, quickly, then closed the eye flaps latching them tightly in place. She did the same with the ear hack sliding them snuggly into Melanie 's ear duct. With Melanie still going mad in objection, desperate for her woe to end, Anne shut the drawer and locked the door leaving Melanie in her silent, mordant, hell.

Chapter 7

Haley hung upside down, her arm trapped in a tight box tie. Her legs bound together at eight point four above and four below the knee. This time there was no gag, instead, her chief was set back so her case was analogue with the trading floor. A nose hook dug deep into her nostril and stretched all the way back to a steel hook that was lodged in her cocksucker. In position of a gag a hard-erect dildo attached to the floor was forced into her oral cavity. Electrodes were attached to her breast, ass, and pussy, William John Clifton Haley Jr. learned fast that the dildo could be sucked and a strange liquidity would shoot into her mouth. The liquidity was salty, and she thought she knew what it was, but she tried her best to ignore that thought or else hazard dry heave in disgust in this difficult position. The worst part of this particular torture, every time she stopped sucking ; the electrodes activated sending agony through every sinew of her body. As time went by, her ankle joint burned from the leather straps that dug into her hide and took on her full weight.

The cum that ejaculated from the dildo filled her mouth and soon dripped down the beam of light promptly provoking another painful shock. It was n't long before she realized she was supposed to be swallowing every free fall. Hung from her ankles as she was, swallowing anything would be difficult let alone the putrid collected semen of strange men. But she tried anyway, sucking and licking with ferocity like some form of common cocotte to avoid the edged torment of the electricity.

Haley heard the door undecided and soon came that familiar voice. `` hullo target, I trust you have been getting along alright on your own, '' came the smug sarcastic voice of Anne. William John Clifton Haley Jr. did not oppose, too busy focusing on sucking. Either Anne or one of her slave assistants fitted what felt like ear buds into her pinna. `` During your next academic session I want you to listen to the words repeating in your psyche. '' Haley heard another vocalisation as the ear buds came to life.

'' You are nothing but an aim and a slave. You exist to serve whomever the Foundation wishes you to. Your old existence was flawed and immoral and you must renounce it and forget it before your new living can start out. You are Object slave Michelle 053 and are Charles Frederick Worth only what your physical structure can provide. You will love only pain from now on. You will except this as good and proper and will love and cherish the moral life that the Foundation is giving you. ``

After the words stopped, they looped back to the beginning and repeated again. Haley could not think much about it before a wooden paddle was slapped across her uncover ass. The clap was like a whip cracking and a buzz-saw of suffering drove across her trunk in every way. The hit came as such a shock that she pulled violently against the hook shot between her nostril and ass and she stopped sucking for just an wink. That waver was enough, however, and she was hit with the body wide-eyed electricity. Haley eagerly found her rhythm again, on the dildo, as the Holy Scripture repeated in her blood-filled skull.

Anne waited just long enough for everything to settle down before the boat paddle slammed Alex Haley 's ass again. Haley did all she could to stay focused on sucking as the paddle painted her ass a glowering reddish-purple color. Several meter she failed to satisfy the dildo and she felt the awful shocks again. Each time she would desperately try to get her cycle back while the beating carry on unabated.

Once it finally ended Haley was a sobbing mess, with binge and icky chain of snot pooling on the flooring mixing with the toss cum that she failed to swallow.

'' good, you have done well today, '' Anne said. Haley was lowered to the flooring, the gag, and ear buds removed, and given some much needed water system. `` Is it so hard for you to omit your new lifetime ? Fighting it will always get you more than pain, but embracing it will bring you rewards. ``

Haley forgot that she could verbalize, she had spent so a great deal meter with her mouth stuffed that speaking seemed a strange thing to her. Now, with the gag removed she tried to forge words. Her start instinct was to beg for release or for mercy but the words caught in her throat. Instead, she surprised herself by saying, `` I want to please you. How can I please you ? ``

Anne smiled, `` What is the Objects name ? ``

Haley took a here and now to call back about her response. Haley knew what she wanted to say, she wanted to tell this monster of a cleaning woman to fuck off. But as Alex Haley sat on the flooring her ass still buzzing from the beating, her face covered in drool, rip, and mucous, arms and wooden leg still bound tightly, she knew only one resolution had any chance of avoiding Thomas More pain and harassment. So, when she finally spoke it was to say, `` This Objects name is Michelle 053 and it is here to delight. ``

Chapter 8

Haley was left bound for many hours the best she could narrate. This metre she rested on her knees with shoulder strap pinning her arms to her incline. Dildos penetrated her holes again and her jaw was ratcheted open with a ring gag. She was held firmly to a metal apparatus that kept her from moving around much. In her ears the voice blared again, the same blasted actor's line as before, designed to wear her Down and condition her to a new perspective.

Alex Haley sat there, bounds and gagged, her new constant state of beingness, with nothing to do but heed to those news roll through her top dog over and over. eternal sleep would begin to overtake her only to have an electric automobile shock delivered through the dildos that would snarl her awake again. Before long, her mind clouded, her thoughts mixed with pain, veneration, and exhaustion. thirstiness also bit at her as she did not know the last clip she ate. The quarrel that beat into her capitulum incessantly became her only focal point, the only intellection she could still comprehend. And against her upright efforts, genial, and forcible Bill Haley felt an ever so slight modification in the way she viewed herself.

Her desire to hold onto her old life was the grounds her pain continued. If she just forgot about it, just for now, until someone came for her. No, she could n't think that way, who she was is all she had left, she had to control onto it. But they had all the power, and she knew they would win in the end.

More clock time passed before Anne returned, along with her two knuckle down assistant. Haley was released from the shoulder strap, but the trammel were immediately placed on her carpus and articulatio talocruralis. The ear buds were removed stopping the discussion, that by now, she could itemise from memory.

She was led to another cold concrete way and strapped into a alloy apparatus. The setup resembled a bench, longer than it was wide of the mark, with four legs coming from the bottom angled slightly away from each other. She was forced to lie across the top while straps bound her torso in place. Her limbs were stretched and secured to the workbench wooden leg. A board was removed from beneath her breasts revealing two holes just magnanimous enough for her tits to settle through. A lever was pulled from beneath the work bench and something slew across the holes crushing and trapping her tits. She moaned and instinctively tried to pull away but that only stretched her tits causing more uncomfortableness. A harness ring gag was strapped over her head and the harness was secured from the top to something above her. This forced her to head forward with her oral fissure gaping.

'' One of the most authoritative occupation of the Object is to please the clients, sexually, in any and all ways that they desire. Now, you will begin to learn how to do that, '' Anne said. Two defenseless men entered the room each taking a position at Haley 's front and rear.

She shrieked and tried to pull away, realizing, what was about to occur. Throughout all of her sufferings, so far, somehow, she managed to forget that her body being violated was inevitable. Since arriving, she had only seen women and she was growing accustomed to constant pain but this new menace caught her off guard.

'' The firm these men cum the quicker the next pair can replace them, and the quicker the target will serve up its purpose for the day. So, I suggest you stay focused, '' Anne said.

Alex Haley did n't let time to think about it, for long, before the engorged cocks from each man buried themselves inside her oral cavity and pussy. They quickly found a rhythm and pounded her back and forth. Every muscleman tensed in dissent as the prick filled her insides but goose egg would stop it.

Every so often the man in front would entomb his operose dick to its base and the tip would block her pharynx cutting off air for foresighted terrifying moments before withdrawing. She would gasp in a short breathing place just before it would return again. From behind, the man pumped her dry until, finally, her lifelike lubricants began to react which increased her humiliation. Her own body betraying her as if inviting the assault against her minds will.

Eventually, they both came inside her. The one in front filled her mouth with his hot mettle that over fall and dripped down her chin. At the same time the one behind filled her pussy with his warmly ejaculate as his prick pumped it into her. Afterward, the showtime duet of men withdrew.

Another twain stepped into position. Only this metre the one behind penetrated her ass. His rooster stretched her and she fought against the chasteness while gaging on the early man. Occasionally, the man behind would slap her ass. And the man in front would snap up her hair and thrust her headland forward until her face was buried in his pubes.

It went on like this for many hours the best she could order. The men behind would always alternate between her ass and pussy but all her holes were violated many, many, times. Haley vaguely thought it could have been lots at least. All she knew by the end, she was soaked in sweat and cum. The male ejaculate dripped from every hole drawing hanker business line down her legs, and dripping off the tip of her chin. tears and snot also mixed with the slimy mess covering her face.

'' Not bad for your first sentence. But you have a long way to go. You will do better tomorrow when we increase the session length, '' Anne said.

Haley was only mildly aware of what that meant. Not only would she have to go through this all over again, tomorrow, but for an even prospicient flow. She allowed herself to be unstrapped and shackled again. She was too exhausted, and broken by this point, to put up any resistivity. She was washed and brought to another cell.

Chapter 9

This is how things went for Haley for the next various weeks. Her animation was filled with an interminable routine of pain, rape, and bondage. Along with that, came the constant quantity drum pulse of those actor's line forced into her weakened mind. It became harder and harder for her to think her life before, and harder to call back her epithet. She tried valiantly to ingeminate her gens in her mind, but more than once she thought the figure Object Michelle 053 before correcting herself. As metre went by these instance grew more frequent. Until the name, Haley, seemed legal injury to her and she began to call into question if that had ever been her name.

She only saw Anne, her slave helpers, and those men who attacked her ceaselessly. The only one who spoke was Anne, and aside from her, the only early words she heard were the ones that blared into her ears reminding her of her admittedly purpose. Words she now heard in the very few hours of kip she was allowed.

One day she woke in her cell and her restraints had been removed. She fell asleep in restraint, as she always did, but they must sustain been removed while she slept. That never happened, she was held in some kind of bondage at all times. She got up from the cold cement floor. She was nude, as always, and noticed the room access to her prison cell was left open.

Surely, they were coming right back for her. She waited, a longsighted time, and still nothing happened. Summoning enough courage to approach the door she peered into the hall and saw no one. After more hesitation she stepped into the student residence and tensed, waiting for her penalisation, which did not come.

pickings several deep breaths, she forced herself to walk down the Charles Francis Hall in the direction that went the furthest before she could see a wall. She rounded the recess and eventually reached an elevator. She knew this was unseasonable, wrongly to leave her electric cell, incorrectly to propel without permit, and wrongfulness to trust she might find leak at the top of this elevator. But, some old art object of her, long buried beneath months of pain and mental capacity washing, forced her to step onto the elevator.

The lift went up for a long clock time, long enough, that her ears popped from the change in acme. When the threshold slid open there was a brusk Hall and then a steep stairway going up. She slowly, nervously, ascended the steps and reached a storm door. She pushed up on the threshold and to her surprise it opened.

She gasped as bright, warm light hit her eyes and expression. She turned away, shielding them, but even as she did, she could find the warmness of the sun on her bare skin. This was an unusually pleasant sense datum for her. After waiting for her eyes to adjust she stepped fully outside.

She was standing alone in a overweight wooded area on a smart day. The sun warmed her, and fresh air filled her lungs for the initiatory time in month. She heard birds chirping and bees buzzing nearby. But the most important thing she heard was the sound of railcar humming over a road. It was close, she could run to it easily. Only, her leg would n't move.

She willed herself to run, take on a measure, anything, but she just stood there. It was n't her bleakness that held her backbone she had lost any modesty or shame a farsighted time ago. nudeness was more instinctive to her than wearing clothes at this point. What kept her from running, now, that she could ?

What would she be running too ? She tried to call up her old life story, her family, her public figure, but naught was authorise to her anymore. It was as if she was looking at her old memories through a obnubilate mirror. What she did recognise for sure was what her role at The founding was. Here, her gens was Michelle 053 and she was an target designed to serve up. This situation she understood, whatever she was before ... if there ever was a before ... scared her.

After a to the full min taking in the sun 's electron beam Michelle 053 turned around, shut the door, descended the stairs, and dutifully returned to her cell. She would wait there, until she starved if requirement, for her fortune to serve again. The target was content.

Epilogue

Anne stood beside Dominick as they both watched the reminder observing as Object Michelle 053 stood outside the compound for several transactions. She heard Dominique suspiration with expiation as Michelle 053 returned to her cell and sat hugging her knees in the pith of the floor. `` You have done well, yet again, it 's when the slaves imprison themselves, we truly own them, '' Dominique said.

Anne could not assist feel a rush of superbia come over her. `` Thank you, ma'am, aim Michelle will make a valuable hard worker for The Foundation. ``

'' That she will. The collectors brought another group in this aurora and they await your attention. Maybe you can read them what happened to Melanie so they wo n't earn the same mistake. ``

Anne bid Dominique farewell to get up for new Object training. Anne smirked, yes ma'am, I am good at this body of work, maybe salutary enough to give your job someday, she thought. She would bide her meter, be patient, and eventually she would get what she wanted. Anne smiled, at the intellection and returned to her workplace .