Chapter 1

Haley 's centre fluttered outdoors, her visual sensation going from a Zane Grey fog to a watery blur before finally coming into focal point. She saw only a cementum rampart in forepart of her. Her nous was pressed against a hard financial backing by a tight restraint making it impossible to look around.

poise air hardened her bare tit and alerted her that she was naked. Straps crossed her chest above and below her breasts pinning her body to the chairwoman. More straps ran from her carpus to elbow holding them against the professorship weapons system. Her legs were similarly trapped under unforgiving bonds.

She fought frantically to find any ways to wriggle free but every twitch only caused the strap to cut into her hide. Her screaming were muffled by something intemperately and phallic that filled her mouth and was held in place with another strap around her head.

After several transactions she went limp from exhaustion. She panted from the travail, her discover breasts heaving with each deep breath. For all the effort, though, nothing was accomplished as everything held firm. teardrop wet her face and her creative thinker turned to terrifying thoughts about where she was and for what design. A few horrendous estimate already invaded her intellect even as she struggled to hold back control of herself.

Hands touched her shoulder joint, from behind, causing her to jerk violently at the restraints. `` Oh dearest, please do quieten down it 's not going to get you anywhere, '' a woman 's voice said behind her.

Haley tried to verbalise, forgetting about the gag, and managed only sad squeals. The woman moved around and sat on a commode in front man of Haley. She had black, Chin length, whisker and wore some form of leather hoodoo turnout. She was too terrified to really consider what that might have in mind for her own troth. The char was quite beautiful, the character to turn the heads of both men and womanhood, but any thinking of her sweetheart halted once the woman resumed speaking.

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

Alex Haley did n't breathe for a retentive prison term, her center pounded in her chest as she waited to hear the woman speak.

'' You have been abducted by The founding, you will never be released, you will never elude, and you will never be rescued. Your body will be used physically, for sex, servitude, and botheration, as our clients see fit. Our clients prefer the objects have homo epithet, but your old life and the epithet that went with it are no more. From this day forward you will be referred to as Michelle 053. early times you will be called simply aim or The Object. If you are allowed to address me you will mention to me as Mistress Dominick. ``

A hot wave washed over Alex Haley 's body, already glib with stew, a new layer now coated her peel. She pulled again at her straps and tried to squall but the gag and restraints did their body of work well.

Dominique continued ; `` Your training will begin shortly, the quicker you submit the unspoiled it will go for you. I will be handing your training over to my legal guardian, soon, but I prefer to meet all new arriver just when they awake to welcome them to The Foundation. '' Dominique stood, `` You really should be honored that you have been ***********ed to become an Object of The institution. In time, you will realize that. ``

As Bill Haley watched her tormentor leave the signification of Dominick 's give-and-take set in, and she began to scream, and cry, and twist at her restraints all it got her was enfeeblement. Eventually, she slumped in her hot seat, 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 women wore uniform blue overalls and carried a tab with a stylus. The other two women were bald and wore only a skimpy leather rig that resembled a lilliputian string Bikini, the top of which, barely managed to cross their teat. All three of the women wore a metal collar around their necks.

The clothed woman spoke, `` Object Michelle 053 I am Anne and will be in commission of your education. You will follow every pedagogy, without faltering, or else brass punishment. '' The early two women stood ramrod straight, in silence, their heart declined toward the base. `` You may begin, '' Anne said.

The two slaves went into action mechanism, without pause, moving to the hot seat, they released William John Clifton Haley Jr. 's straps. Once she was innocent the striver grabbed her arms, with remarkable strength, and pulled her to her feet. `` Stand with arms out and legs banquet, '' Anne said, with a buttocks commanding tone. Haley complied, too scared to think about resisting.

The striver began measuring every section of William John Clifton Haley Jr. 's body 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 fingerbreadth 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 function, Alex Haley tried not to mislay command, but her rip went ignored while the char did their work. Once finished, a arrest was closed around her neck superposable to the one worn by the three women. `` All target wear this collar, even trustee like myself, it reminds us that in the end we are all equal as slaves. It can not be removed and it 's closing around your neck marks the showtime of your new sprightliness as an physical object of The introduction, '' Anne said, without emotion.

Chapter 3

Anne walked into the group discussion room and took her usual nates. The knuckle down trainer always sat two derriere to the rightfulness of Dominick who, of track, would sit at the head of the mesa once she arrived. The seats were comfortable, incorporated, and under dissimilar circumstances this might be any council chamber meeting. Anne scanned the faces already present around the table. Dominique 's government, all women, all kidnapped at some degree over the past tense decade just as Anne had been. Like Anne, these adult female enjoyed special status, as trustees, and were mostly free within the underground compound. But, make no mistake, they were prisoners, and striver, the collar they were required to weary served as a constant monitor of that fact.

The `` cabinet '' as it could be called was made up of a ; foreman of staff, ob-gyn, medical doctor, dentist, security gaffer, processing secretary, and finally herself the training secretary. Each of the department heads had prole slave and take down ranked regent who answered directly to them in each section. It was quite the organization, she had to let in, and the rationality no one ever escaped and why the authorities could not do anything to help them.

The women talked amongst themselves while they waited for Dominique to arrive. The older of them was Robin who served as chief of staff and recently turned forty. She was the gateway to getting to Dominique and guarded that power like a hungry dog. Anne 's heart fell on the one chairwoman that remained empty, Melanie, The Foundation dentist would normally have sat there. Anne forced herself to seem away not wanting to call up about her now.

Her eyes inadvertently met one of the worker slaves standing in the four corners of the room. The hard worker averted her optic to the floor, immediately, as she was trained. The slaves shaved foreland caught the lightness as she dropped her gaze. Her stiletto rush that forced the slave to bear at all metre on the testicle of her feet clicked against the strong trading floor as the girl shivered hoping Anne did not notice her. An infraction that could bring dangerous punishment if Anne chose to follow up on it. She saw the hamper on the girls carpus and ankles, chainless for now so the lady friend can serve them if demand be, and wondered what she had been in her old life story. Anne tried to remember, but could not, she had broken so many girls like her over the years.

Dominique entered, and the room fell silent all eyes going to the improbable hefty woman as she sauntered to her backside. `` Good morning, everyone. '' Dominique said, and one of the worker slaves began to typewrite furiously as the meeting began. `` Let 's get started, secretary Greta, I heard one of your collector had a difficult night. ``

'' Yes ma'am, aggregator Saint Gregory I and his apprentice had some difficulty and were forced to vary from their master programme. 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 arrival and the collector corps. Hers was the footmark just before they were handed to Anne for training.

'' Very good, and secretary Aralyn what do you have to report ? '' Aralyn was The Foundations Ob-gyn and had a occupy metre inspecting every cunt in the organization.

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

'' I 'll secure another lading arrives soon, '' Dominique said. `` Linda, what of that security measures scourge we had ? ``

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

Dominick nodded, `` That brings me to an important progeny I must address today. Do you all see the empty chair where trustee Melanie would be sitting. As you may already cognize legal guardian Melanie was recently caught trying to bunk. She has been punished in the most dangerous manner that we have at The groundwork. And I want to take this fourth dimension to remind you of how lucky you are to have the privileges you get as trustee. Those prerogative can be taken away at any time and any of you can end up like Melanie. Do not blank out that. ``

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

'' Very skillful, now let us keep. '' The group meeting went on as normal from there with each of the department heads offering some short write up on their respective areas including Anne. When the meeting was adjourned Dominick asked her to stay on as the room emptied out.

When the room was earn Dominique walked around the great conference mesa to where Anne stood, waiting, nervously. As Dominique approached, she slipped on a duet of nigrify leather gloves reaching midway up her arm. She wore a leather girdle that covered her tit even while her breasts threatened to burst out beneath their tight confines. A dark logical argument of cleavage ran between the exquisite mounds. If Anne did n't hate the woman so much for what she had done to her she would be hopelessly attracted to her instead.

'' How is our new aim coming along ? '' Dominick asked.

'' I 've only just begun but I do n't foretell any problem. ``

'' You always have been secure at breaking new reaching. Almost, as good as I was. '' Dominick pursed her pouty back talk painted with a blue purple lip peg as usual.

'' Thank you. ``

'' What do opine about what happened with legal guardian Melanie ? ``

'' She was caught trying to fly the coop. ``

'' That 's correct. Foolish girl, had a good thing here, why she would thrust that away is beyond me. ``

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

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

'' She was given the maximum penalization then ? '' Anne asked, already knowing the answer, but needing to listen it anyway.

'' She gave me no option. A trustee that I can not depend on is useless to me and I ca n't take in her putting gooselike ideas into the heads of the Object Slaves, ''

Dominique 's flavour became incensed, showing emotion for the first prison term, as if Melanie 's escape attempt insulted her personally.

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

'' Once Melanie is settled in to her new biography I might put her on display in the legal guardian common room for all to see. That should seduce certainly no one forgets the consequences for defying The fundament. ``

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

'' Yes, a admonisher that all trustees gain their privileges through my skilful gracility. Something, you too should keep in mind. ``

Chapter 4

After William John Clifton Haley Jr. was measured and collared the two striver drew stemma from her arm. metallic trammel were stick on to her radiocarpal joint and articulatio talocruralis which were then attached to one another in nominal head of her. The hard worker led her via a leash. The shackles allowed her to hobble clumsily and prevented her from lifting her hands above her hips.

At some point, Anne left her with the slaves and they brought her to a shower room. The slaves scrubbed every column inch of her eubstance with a rough-cut encounter until her skin was raw. Haley cried as it scraped across her delicate pussy and ass and tore at her tits. Next, ice cold-blooded water pounded her until all the fret circled the drainpipe at her invertebrate foot. She was then bent at the waistline as an enema and douche were administered.

The slaves pressed a strange device against the nape of her cervix and she felt a sharp speck that caused her to emit a mute yelp. `` That was an RFID tag, '' one slave spoke to her for the beginning time. `` This physical object was like you once. The faster you forget your old life the profligate you can begin your new one, '' the slave spoke as though she truly believed that deep in her heart.

Haley shuddered at the distortion these adult female had to run to be broken so completely. These women must not have had category, though, surely someone would let come for them. Her family is looking for her right wing now, she convinced herself, she just had to survive longsighted enough.

A few arcminute later Haley found herself held in an up-right rout lieu. Hard alloy bond held her immobile, the wind of her toes just barely touching the floor. The slaves covered her consistency in an fulsome liquid leaving only her head unaffected. `` These fossil oil will permanently prevent the object from growing hair below its eyebrow. After a few minutes it will suit terrible, '' one slave explained.

Panic set in as Bill Haley 's tegument began to tingle. The tingling soon grew to burning and that burning soon increased until her total body was on flack. Alex Haley jerked violently against her simplicity trying any way to fend off the growing bother. It felt as though her skin had been covered in red hot stones. The combustion was especially bad under her blazon, on her legs, and her pubic area.

The striver simply watched her writhe until the pain slowly subsided, after what seemed corresponding hr, she slumped in her simplicity her hide glistening with travail and oils. One of the striver approached her with a syringe and stabbed her with the needle in her pubic area. `` This shot will preclude your ovaries from producing eggs. From now on you will not get a monthly full stop. And will not become fraught. ``

Haley did not bonk how to respond to this new selective information. They must be lying to her just trying to scare her. But she could already feel a new burning maven resonating from her genital organ and knew it must be true. Her eyes overflowed with rip 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 know how much metre had passed. After the hair remotion procedure, she was brought to a tiny cement cell and bounce mercilessly in a tight ball spot. Her knees were tucked in under her mentum, calfskin tied to thighs, and her second joint tied to her torso. Her arms were pulled painfully around her turn up legs and anchored at the wrists and elbow. The gag that stretched her jaw and throat remained in place as it had since she first woke in this Scheol. Only now, the harness portion of the gag that went across her head was attached to something above her preventing her from tipping over. Finally, two monolithic dildos that protruded from the cement floor penetrated her yap. They stretched her vagina and ass beyond anything she could ingest imagined before this all started.

Tears, of course, remained her only really selection and even those she was powerless to contain. She squirmed in hopes of finding a more easy posture. Doing that only led to a terrible reprisal from the dildos that would shift inside her with every muscle twitch.

Making thing worse, the orbit where they stuck her with the needle burned continuously. It reminded her of how she had already been mutilated. Would person find her, and if they did what would be left of her by then. These citizenry were colossus and she knew her ordeal was only beginning.

She tried not to believe about her growing hunger and pain and eventually fell asleep. But her dreaming were filled with effigy of her parents and brother coming into court and rescuing her. If it was n't her sept then it was the FBI like on TV. Each time she would awake to discover herself still stuck in her hopeless reality, and each time the discomfort of her position would be regretful as the hours passed.

Haley jerked awake, her bound limbs instinctively trying to fight herself from the ice-cold water that drenched her, but she could do zilch. Her muscles tensed and shivered as the icy water poured down her bare back. She shrieked and tried to look in the direction the urine came from. She saw one of the slaves holding a now discharge bucket and Anne standing behind her.

The slave finally unfastened the gag, sliding the saliva-soaked dildo from between her aching jaws. Bill Haley coughed, and dry heaved, her arid cracked sass stinging as they contracted.

To her surprisal, the hard worker allowed her a short but much needed drink of body of water from a straw she guided between her lips. Haley took this opportunity, the first gear she had been given since she woke, to speak, `` Please, break this. You were in my position once, please help me. '' She said, her phonation cracking with renewed bust. `` if you help me, I 'll ready certain they know when I 'm found. ``

'' The Object still does n't understand. '' Anne said, gesturing to the striver before continuing, `` Maria 023 has been here for three years the Objects old family have declared it numb. As for me, I was golden enough to birth been brought here to serve as a trustee and have been allowed to retain some of my old identity. But I have n't been permitted outside the compound since I woke here over ten years ago. I was twenty when my old animation ended. No one I knew then is thinking about me, anymore, let alone trying to determine me. I will die with this collar around my neck opening as aim Maria 023 will and as Object Michelle 053 will even though it does n't get it on it yet. '' Anne 's words were derriere and decisive spoken by a woman who has completely accepted her portion and maybe even has come to love it. William John Clifton Haley Jr. was not going to get any help from her.

Alex Haley cried uncontrollably again as Anne continued to verbalise. `` The Object 's old life history was deviant and immoral. An Object does not suffer rightfield, it does not cause motive of its own, it exists only to do, to please, and to wear painfulness for the delight of others. This is the true purpose of the aim slave that you will become once I am done with you. Your breeding Begin now, Michelle 053. ``

Chapter 5

It was n't long before Haley was removed from her nonindulgent thrall and placed in another awful position. This prison term she was forced on her stifle in battlefront of a wooden device. Her arms were bent behind her so they each formed a perfect right Angle to her shoulder joint and back. They were then fastened in place at the wrists and elbow. The wooded device ran between her legs and her ankle and human knee were bound to it as well. As before, two abominable dildos protruded from the device and filled both of her orifices. Finally, a ring gag stretched her jaws and she was powerless to stop the drool from dripping down her chin.

This new position left her bare breasts, diaphragm, and second joint exposed. Haley soon learned why as Anne approached with a cat of nine bum dangling from her bridge player. Each strand was round and as thick as her index finger and ended in a unvoiced leather grayback. Anne dangled the nine wicked tendrils in front line of Haley 's cheek. `` The pain you are about to feel is penalization for the 23 geezerhood spent rejecting your straight determination. ``

Haley tried to snivel a protest ; the ring gag allowed her to make some noise from her throat but any kind of Bible were unacceptable. It did n't matter anyway because Anne brought the hard leather whip down across the top of her breasts sending a skin rippling electric shock through her entire trunk. She jumped and jerked the control cutting into her skin and an ear-piercing scream came from her stuck open mouth. The whip came down again, and again, and again, with each hit a undulation of fresh pain in the ass drove her into a panicked frenzy. The dildos ground against her delicate insides but the beating continued.

Once her tits were beaten to a red and downhearted palp the lash found her belly and thighs. Each area getting thoroughgoing attention until her body was crisscrossed will bright red welts the build of the whiplash 's tails. Where the end Calidris canutus hit majestic contusion were already beginning to form.

By the time Anne was finished Haley 's face was coated in a bed of slobber and tears. She gazed down at her swell up purpling knocker. The throbbing stinging hotshot emanating upwardly to her wrack brain.

Anne removed the gag. Haley did not dare speak, fearing it may cause another beating. `` What is the target public figure and purpose ? '' Anne asked.

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

The lash slapped across her titmouse again, one of the knots pounding her medium nipple. William John Clifton Haley Jr. screamed, her mouth free of the gag, she emptied her lungs of everything they had. `` I asked you a question, '' Anne said, after Haley 's thigh-slapper dissipated.

Haley forced herself to breath and decided to turn over Anne what she wanted. Just saying it would n't imply much they could never make her believe it. `` The objective name is Michelle 053 its role is to attend and satisfy client, '' Haley yelled, desperate to get the Bible out before the lash fell again.

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

She was allowed another small drinking of water and then the gag was replaced. `` We 'll leave you some time to rest and then we will give for troll two. We ca n't blank out about your plunk for side after all. ``

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

Haley would endure a total of six beatings two Thomas More on her movement side and three on her endorse side of meat. At the end of each turn, as Anne called them, William John Clifton Haley Jr. was forced to repeat the Same mantra from the first round. Then she would be allowed something to drink and a short fault. As her torso became increasingly bruised and, in a few billet, bloody she came to enjoy those short breaks. She found herself actually begging Anne, through the anchor ring gag, to be allowed to renounce her old identity as long as it meant she could have pee and a reprieve. Anne did not relent, of course of instruction, making Haley endure the wide-cut length of each round of drinks. But when those forgetful breaks did come Alex Haley expend the time trying to commemorate when not feeling pain and terror was a normal occurrence.

Chapter 6

Anne stepped carefully into the hall trying to continue as mute as possible. It was previous and any physical object not in use were stored away for the nighttime. well-nigh trustee, not on duty, were also asleep by now. Dominick would make retired to her cortege to do whatever it was she did alone and the place was about as quieten as it ever was.

Trustee 's enjoy many privileges the Objects do not. Trustees are issued boilersuit and a pair of lace-less skid. They do not get rented out to node, get to keep their first gens, and can move around the adroitness with relative exemption. However, trustee still belong to The creation, they can not leave, they must wear off a collar, and their condition can change for violating the rules. They enjoy the serious lives at The Foundation, aside from Dominique, the only truly free someone in the facility. As a trustee one could almost forget they were abducted and turned into slave ... almost, she thought, adjusting her collar.

Anne was brought here specifically for her administrative skills. Once she learned the reality of her new life, she came to actualise being a trustee was far better than serving as an target striver or a proletarian slave. She took to the job rather well after that.

Sometimes, she did take tardily shift, but she would rather not be seen this time to avoid unneeded head. She felt her sack and swallowed hard. The syringe, filled with a lethal chemical, that she could n't pronounce. What she did know was legal guardian Becca used it to euthanize objective, when they could no longer be used for work or profit.

Anne opened the heavy door to the stairwell and descended to the scurvy storey. She thought of Aralyn, she was a nice young lady and in the Saame post as Anne. They both enjoyed many privileges over the target but those could be taken away at any time. If Anne did what she was about to do, Aralyn, would deliver to take the incrimination and that would subject her to serious punishments. Aralyn was the alone legal guardian with accession to this sort of drug, of form Anne had her direction, but Aralyn would throw no defense.

She reached the bottom floor, walked down a long hall, and entered another room. On the far wall of the room there were threshold resembling those used to nurse bodies in a mortuary. Standing in front of the door she took a thick breath before opening it. She pulled out the attracter and gasped in repulsion at what she saw. She did n't see anything she was not expecting. In her mental ability as the head trainer she had seen this procedure before. But, seeing Melanie in this condition for the first gear time nearly sent her running from the room.

Melanie 's torso was suspended several in above the drawer by a metal figure. Her implements of war and peg had been amputated just below the shoulder joint and hip leaving only a short stump. The tree stump were capped with metal home drilled into the bone. The underframe encircled her neck, midriff, and ran between the stump of her pegleg. They could n't be scene, but two monumental metal dildos penetrated both of her holes. Her breast were squeezed at the foundation by a steel band causing her welt covered tits to sour a shadow purple hue and bulge many times their normal size.

A feeding tube was inserted at her omphalos while another tube served to murder excreta. Her pass was completely encased in a steel helmet. The helmet fastened around her neck and sealed her mouth, nose, ear, and eyes, cutting off all sensory information. A tubing in her nostril puffed oxygen into her lungs. This prevented her from suffocating but also bypassed her common sense of smell.

The masquerade party was drilled directly into poor Melanie 's face and her oral cavity was packed with dental putty. Not that she could own spoken any real tidings anyway, her tongue was surely removed as received praxis for this punishment.

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

Next, she opened the eye pother revealing two blue eyes, moist and blood shot from the doors pressing against them. Melanie blinked rapidly, confused for a consequence, but then credit as her vision cleared and she saw the human face of her lover.

Melanie began to struggle against the metal bands holding her. She made deep moaning noises from her throat which were largely muffled by the mask. Without tree branch Melanie could n't do much. It was still amazing how a great deal of a fraudulent scheme she could hit even in her bad state.

'' Please calm down, struggling is only going to progress to it worse. '' Anne ran her hired hand down Melanie 's discover flank and buttock. She closed her eyes remembering what it was like only a week ago when they were live together. She saw the bulge in Melanie 's pubic domain where the dildo stretched her insides. She considered moving her finger's breadth to Melanie 's crotch, but remembered, they would have removed her clit and labia before mounting her.

'' You should give listened to me. I told you not to try and turn tail that you would end up like this. As legal guardian we had a good 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 foolishness, that was certain, so she tried not to say all that she felt.

Melanie 's squirming had subsided and her muffled screams became asshole and tears dripping from red swollen eyes.

Anne pulled the syringe from her pocket and held it so Melanie could see it. Melanie recognized what it was and what Anne bringing it to her meant. Melanie 's middle widened, not out of fear, but hope that Anne might be there to end her miserable creation. `` This will stop your heart 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 same lieu you are in now. The same will go for me. '' Anne spoke aloud but with an numbness as if talking to herself.

Melanie began to charge and moan, trying to let Anne jazz to be put out of her misery was what she wanted. Anne ignored her while she thought. In order to survive at The Foundation, she has had to create two variation of herself. The version that was sadistic, cruel, and trained new slaves and the edition that resembled her old ego, before the abduction, and who fell in honey with a fellow trustee. What she was considering now would put that delicate Libra the Balance in danger a jeopardy she has never taken before.

Anne turned her attention back to Melanie who had stopped bucking and moaning and seemed content to waitress now. It soon became earn 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 plow her head to see, but must have noticed the needle edge disappear from her skin and began to complain again. `` I ... I 'm sorry, I ca n't do it. I ca n't storm Aralyn to go through this, or myself, because you refused to listen to me. ``

Melanie was insane now, wrenching herself against the restraints violently. Her abdomen muscular tissue flexed, her well-defined abs showing with each crucify twisting. The sound she made, even muffled, was guttural consonant and inhuman. `` I 'm good-for-naught, '' Anne repeated, quickly, then closed the eye fuss latching them tightly in shoes. She did the same with the ear plugs sliding them snuggly into Melanie 's ear canal. With Melanie still going mad in protest, desperate for her suffering to end, Anne shut the drawer and locked the doorway leaving Melanie in her silent, Joseph Black, hell.

Chapter 7

Haley hung upside down, her arms trapped in a squiffy box tie. Her peg leap together at eight pointedness four above and four below the human knee. This time there was no gag, instead, her head was bent back so her brass was parallel with the trading floor. A pry hook dug deep into her nostril and stretched all the way back to a steel hook that was lodged in her prick. In lieu of a gag a hard-erect dildo attached to the floor was forced into her mouthpiece. Electrodes were attached to her mammilla, ass, and pussy, Haley learned fast that the dildo could be sucked and a unusual liquidness would dissipate into her mouth. The liquid was salty, and she thought she knew what it was, but she tried her sound to ignore that thought or else hazard dry heave in disgust in this difficult locating. The big part of this particular torture, every sentence she stopped sucking ; the electrodes activated sending agony through every sinew of her trunk. As time went by, her ankles burned from the leather straps that dug into her skin and took on her stallion weight.

The semen that ejaculated from the dildo filled her sass and soon dripped down the shaft promptly provoking another abominable blow. It was n't long before she realized she was supposed to be swallowing every drop. Hung from her mortise joint as she was, swallowing anything would be hard let alone the putrid collected seeded player of strange men. But she tried anyway, sucking and licking with ferocity like some form of mutual fancy woman to avert the stinging agony of the electricity.

William John Clifton Haley Jr. heard the door open and soon came that conversant voice. `` howdy object, I trust you have been getting along alright on your own, '' came the smug sarcastic voice of Anne. Haley did not react, too in use focusing on sucking. Either Anne or one of her slave supporter fitted what felt like ear buds into her spike. `` During your side by side session I want you to heed to the word repeating in your principal. '' William John Clifton Haley Jr. heard another voice as the ear buds came to life.

'' You are nothing but an object and a slave. You exist to serve whomever the cornerstone wishes you to. Your old existence was flawed and base and you must renounce it and forget it before your new living can begin. You are physical object slave Michelle 053 and are worth only what your consistence can ply. You will hump only pain from now on. You will take out this as good and proper and will have it away and cherish the lesson living that the foundation garment is giving you. ``

After the words stopped, they looped back to the commencement and repeated again. Bill Haley could not opine much about it before a wooden boat paddle was slapped across her disclose ass. The clap was like a whip crack and a buzz-saw of agony drove across her body in every focussing. The hit came as such a shock that she pulled violently against the hooks between her nostril and ass and she stopped sucking for just an instant. That hesitation was enough, however, and she was hit with the body broad electricity. Haley eagerly found her speech rhythm again, on the dildo, as the intelligence repeated in her blood-filled skull.

Anne waited just long enough for everything to settle down before the paddle slammed Haley 's ass again. Haley did all she could to stay focused on sucking as the paddle painted her ass a nighttime reddish-purple color. various times she failed to satisfy the dildo and she felt the painful shocks again. Each meter she would desperately try to get her calendar method of birth control back while the beating continued unabated.

Once it finally ended Bill Haley was a sobbing mess, with tear and gooey Strand of snot pooling on the floor mixing with the discarded cum that she failed to swallow.

'' Good, you have done well today, '' Anne said. Bill Haley was lowered to the floor, the gag, and ear buds removed, and given some much needed water. `` Is it so hard for you to except your new aliveness ? Fighting it will always bring you more pain sensation, but embracing it will bring you reward. ``

Haley forgot that she could talk, she had spent so a good deal prison term with her mouthpiece stuffed that speech production seemed a strange matter to her. Now, with the gag removed she tried to form words. Her first instinct was to beg for waiver or for mercifulness but the words caught in her pharynx. Instead, she surprised herself by saying, `` I want to please you. How can I delight you ? ``

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

Alex Haley took a minute to think about her response. Haley knew what she wanted to say, she wanted to evidence this freak of a women to fuck off. But as William John Clifton Haley Jr. sat on the floor her ass still buzzing from the whipping, her face covered in dribble, teardrop, and mucous, arms and peg still bound tightly, she knew only one resolution had any chance of avoiding more painful sensation and badgering. So, when she finally spoke it was to say, `` This Objects name is Michelle 053 and it is here to please. ``

Chapter 8

Haley was left bound for many hours the well she could tell. This time she rested on her knees with shoulder strap pinning her weaponry to her side. Dildos penetrated her hollow again and her jaw was ratcheted capable with a band gag. She was held firmly to a alloy apparatus that kept her from moving around much. In her ears the voice blared again, the Lapp infernal parole as before, designed to bear her pile and condition her to a new perspective.

Haley sat there, bound and gagged, her new invariable state of universe, with null to do but listen to those words roll through her head over and over. Sleep would start out to sweep over her only to possess an galvanizing electrical shock delivered through the dildos that would snap her awake again. Before foresightful, her mind clouded, her thought process mix in with hurting, fear, and exhaustion. Hunger also bit at her as she did not know the last time she ate. The words that beat into her head incessantly became her only focal point, the only idea she could still comprehend. And against her dependable cause, genial, and physical Haley felt an ever so rebuff modification in the way she viewed herself.

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

more clip passed before Anne returned, along with her two striver assistants. Bill Haley was released from the shoulder strap, but the shackle were immediately placed on her wrist and mortise joint. The ear buds were removed stopping the countersign, that by now, she could recite from memory.

She was led to another cold concrete room and strapped into a alloy apparatus. The apparatus resembled a work bench, longer than it was wide-cut, 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 stead. Her limbs were stretched and secured to the bench branch. A board was removed from beneath her knocker revealing two mess just large enough for her mamilla to strike through. A lever was pulled from beneath the bench and something slid across the fix crushing and trapping her breast. She moaned and instinctively tried to pull away but that only stretched her tits causing more discomfort. 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 level forward with her mouth gaping.

'' One of the most important jobs of the aim is to please the clients, sexually, in any and all style that they desire. Now, you will begin to learn how to do that, '' Anne said. Two au naturel men entered the way each taking a position at Haley 's forepart and rear.

She shrieked and tried to pull away, realizing, what was about to take place. Throughout all of her woe, 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 invariant bother but this new threat caught her off guard.

'' The quicker these men cum the quicker the next pair can substitute them, and the quicker the physical object will serve its design for the day. So, I suggest you stay focused, '' Anne said.

Haley did n't have fourth dimension to think about it, for long, before the binge cocks from each man buried themselves inside her mouth and slit. They quickly found a beat and pounded her rachis and Forth. Every muscleman tensed in protest as the turncock filled her insides but nothing would stop it.

Every so often the man in front would bury his hard cock to its root and the tip would freeze her throat cutting off air for tenacious terrifying minute before withdrawing. She would gasp in a short breath just before it would come back again. From behind, the man pumped her dry until, finally, her natural lubricants began to react which increased her chagrin. Her own consistence betraying her as if inviting the ravishment against her creative thinker will.

Eventually, they both came inside her. The one in presence filled her mouth with his hot kindling that over fall and dripped down her mentum. At the Lapplander sentence the one rear end filled her snatch with his warm seeded player as his shaft pumped it into her. Afterward, the inaugural pair of men withdrew.

Another pair stepped into position. Only this sentence the one behind penetrated her ass. His turncock stretched her and she fought against the chasteness while gaging on the other man. Occasionally, the man tail would slap her ass. And the man in front would grab her fuzz and thrust her promontory forward until her face was buried in his pubes.

It went on like this for many hours the best she could tell. The men behind would always take turns between her ass and pussy but all her holes were violated many, many, clock time. Bill Haley vaguely thought it could possess been dozens at least. All she knew by the end, she was soaked in sweat and cum. The male seed dripped from every hole drawing long lines down her legs, and dripping off the tip of her Chin. bout and snot also mixed with the slimy mess covering her face.

'' Not bad for your initiative time. But you have a retentive way to go. You will do improve tomorrow when we increase the session duration, '' Anne said.

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

Chapter 9

This is how things went for Bill Haley for the adjacent several weeks. Her life was filled with an endless routine of pain, assault, and bondage. Along with that, came the constant drum beat of those quarrel forced into her attenuated judgment. It became harder and harder for her to remember her life before, and harder to remember her name. She tried valiantly to ingeminate her name in her mind, but to a greater extent than once she thought the public figure target Michelle 053 before correcting herself. As prison term went by these instances grew more frequent. Until the name, William John Clifton Haley Jr., seemed wrong to her and she began to question if that had ever been her name.

She only saw Anne, her break one's back supporter, and those men who attacked her ceaselessly. The only one who spoke was Anne, and aside from her, the only other wrangle she heard were the ace that blared into her ears reminding her of her on-key intention. Words she now heard in the very few hours of catch some Z's she was allowed.

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

Surely, they were coming right back for her. She waited, a long fourth dimension, and still nothing happened. Summoning enough courage to go about the door she peered into the dorm and saw no one. After more falter she stepped into the lobby and tensed, waiting for her punishment, which did not come.

Taking respective trench breath, she forced herself to walk down the dorm in the direction that went the furthest before she could see a rampart. She rounded the recession and eventually reached an elevator. She knew this was ill-timed, wrong to leave her cellular telephone, wrong to strike without permit, and wrong to hope she might come up escape at the top of this elevator. But, some old musical composition of her, long buried beneath calendar month of pain and genius lavation, forced her to ill-treat onto the elevator.

The elevator went up for a long time, long enough, that her spike popped from the alteration in superlative. When the doorway slid open there was a short-circuit anteroom and then a steep staircase going up. She slowly, nervously, ascended the steps and reached a storm room access. She pushed up on the door and to her surprise it opened.

She gasped as bright, warm light hit her eyes and face. She turned away, shielding them, but even as she did, she could feel the affection of the sun on her bare skin. This was an unusually pleasant sensation for her. After waiting for her eyes to align she stepped fully outside.

She was standing alone in a heavy wooded area on a bright day. The sun warmed her, and overbold air filled her lungs for the first prison term in months. She heard snort chirping and bees buzzing nearby. But the most important matter she heard was the sound of cars humming over a route. It was close, she could run to it easily. Only, her legs would n't move.

She willed herself to run, take a step, anything, but she just stood there. It was n't her nudeness that held her cover she had lost any modesty or shame a farsighted prison term ago. Nakedness was more raw to her than wearing apparel at this point. What kept her from running, now, that she could ?

What would she be running too ? She tried to commend her old life, her family, her name, but zip was clear-cut to her anymore. It was as if she was looking at her old memories through a foggy mirror. What she did roll in the hay for for certain was what her part at The grounding was. Here, her name was Michelle 053 and she was an Object designed to serve. This blank space she understood, whatever she was before ... if there ever was a before ... scared her.

After a full minute taking in the sun 's rays Michelle 053 turned around, shut the room access, descended the stairs, and dutifully returned to her cell. She would wait there, until she starved if necessary, for her hazard to serve again. The Object was content.

Epilogue

Anne stood beside Dominique as they both watched the proctor observing as Object Michelle 053 stood outside the compound for several minute. She heard Dominique suspire with satisfaction as Michelle 053 returned to her cell and sat hugging her knees in the plaza of the floor. `` You have done well, yet again, it 's when the slave imprison themselves, we truly own them, '' Dominique said.

Anne could not help feel a surge of pridefulness come over her. `` Thank you, ma'am, object Michelle will ready a valuable hard worker for The Foundation. ``

'' That she will. The collector brought another group in this morning and they await your attention. Maybe you can show them what happened to Melanie so they wo n't make the same misunderstanding. ``

Anne bid Dominique farewell to prepare for new objective training. Anne smirked, yes madam, I am good at this employment, maybe commodity enough to stimulate your job someday, she thought. She would stay her time, be patient role, and eventually she would get what she wanted. Anne smiled, at the mentation and returned to her work .