Vanessa

"Oh, yes, sir. Thank you, Master," she squealed with delight. Going around to the other side of the large table, she climbed onto the table and knelt in the center, facing the two men. Reaching up delicately, she tugged the sleeves of her maid's costume lower and pushed her tits up and out of the top. Then, spreading her knees, she pulled the hem of the dress slightly upwards, exposing her shaved pussy.

Robert immediately formed an erection in his pants watching the slave. She was tiny, not even five feet tall in her bare feet, and he doubted she weighed more than 95 pounds soaking wet. Anita looked Hispanic; she had long and lustrous dark brown, almost black, hair, dark brown eyes, and was very darkly complected. Like all the girls, she wore a thin necklace or collar around her throat. She had no tan lines anywhere. Her cone-shaped breasts were only average sized, perhaps a B cup, but on her miniscule frame seemed huge. Between her legs, her clitoris was clearly visible between the smoothly shaved lips of her pussy.

Anita smiled at the two men and rested her hands lightly on her thighs, then Robert began to notice the most amazing changes come over the little slut. Her breasts, already perky and firm, hardened further, jutting out from her body, and her nipples darkened and distended. Her breathing became deeper and her eyes closed, a look of delirious pleasure suffusing her face. Her pussy seemed to begin throbbing, the lips opening and closing as she contracted and relaxed her cunt muscles, and her clit grew and reddened. Small mews of excitement began to escape her lips. Finally, after about fifteen minutes, Anita began to gasp and whimper, and she began to shudder as a small trickle of pussy juice trickled from her snatch and down her thighs. She had orgasmed without once touching herself!

Robert was astounded at the sight, even more when he considered the surroundings. He and his host were dawdling over dessert, and at least three other girls were serving them, all nonchalantly ignoring the incredible scene being enacted on the table before them.

Thrusting his chair back, Joseph stood and said, "Let's go into the den and have some coffee. Anita, that was very nicely done. You may go to your room and use the anal vibrator tonight. Make sure it's the big one, and don't use any lubrication but your own, understand?" The girl nodded breathily and climbed down from the table. "Fine. Now, girls, bring the coffee. Thank you." He turned back to Robert, who had now stood, and led him to the den. The other five girls followed, bringing coffee and a silver tea service.

Joseph directed Robert to an armchair and settled onto an ornate love seat. The five slave girls stood facing the seated pair in a semicircle. Joseph ignored their presence and said to Robert, "Tomorrow, you will be driven back to the airport, whereupon you can inform your employer of what you have seen and learned. One month from now, you are to return. At that time, you will see what has become of Vanessa, and will direct that the funds be transferred. From then on you will be out of the loop completely, and I will deal with your employer directly. No more contact between us will be maintained unless your employer requires it. Are we understood?"

"Perfectly."

"Excellent. Then we have concluded our business. I would be an imperfect host, however, if I were to deny you the pleasures you have but tasted today." Turning back to the waiting sluts, he gave orders. "Ladies, remove your dresses. Marcy, Jane, why don't you provide each other pleasure for our enjoyment. Terry and Callie, take care of Mister Robert. Come here Becky."

Robert stared as the five women all unzipped their tiny dresses and tossed them aside. Marcy and Jane, the brunette and redhead from the afternoon, sank to the deep pile carpet and stretched out. They immediately began running their hands over each other's bodies and began kissing. Terry and Callie, a pair of tall, leggy, and busty blondes, knelt at his feet and began untying his shoes and unzipping his pants. He shifted slightly to allow the pair to remove his pants, then leaned back in contented bliss as they began to tag-team his engorged cock. Robert looked over at his host; Joseph had pulled Becky, a short girl with long auburn tresses and a huge pair of tits, onto his lap. Thrusting a hand between her thighs, Joseph began diddling the girl's clit while she squirmed madly on his lap, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his exposed flesh.

Returning his attentions to his lap, Robert smiled down at the hopeful faces of Terry and Callie. Terry had his cock in her mouth and was bobbing her head the length of his shaft. Callie had shifted lower, to tongue and lick his balls and inner thighs. Both gazed up at him in the hope that they were providing him the proper pleasure. He smiled and ran his hands through their short and curly hair. They both gave an inaudible sigh of relief, and returned to applying themselves whole-heartedly to their task. Their hands stayed busy fondling each other, but their tongues proved more than satisfactory, and Robert shortly found himself groaning in orgasm as he spurted his load into Terry's demanding mouth.

"Very nice, girls," he commented, as the pair switched positions and began cleaning his cock. He glanced around the room. On the floor, Marcy and Jane had moved into a sideways sixty-nine position and were ignoring the others, feasting on each other's cunts and gorging themselves on the pussy juice that was flowing freely. Across from him, Becky had managed to pull her owner's pants down and had twisted around so that her back was to him. As Robert watched in awe, the young slut lifted her ass off his lap. Then, as she reached behind her and spread her asscheeks wide, Joseph directed his rather substantial cock and Becky lowered her asshole onto it. Tears began flowing as the oversized organ tore into her tender flesh, but the piteous girl didn't even whimper as she settled her ass into his lap in a single thrust. Spreading her legs widely, she thrust her hands between her thighs, stuffing one into her gaping pussy and pushing the other lower to cup and fondle Joseph's nuts. In short order her tears had stopped and her gigantic breasts began swinging wildly as she bounced about on the cock in her ass. Robert continued watching the others while Callie sucked him off, and he rewarded her with a load of jism of her own, coming at the same time Becky began squealing and Joseph exploded into the little slave's asshole.

Afterwards, he needed a respite, and his host agreed, allowing the girls to serve more coffee and cuddle on the floor. Marcy and Jane were directed to lick the come and blood seeping out of Becky's abused anus. Robert said, "I appreciate the hospitality, but my flight tomorrow is an early one. May I retire?"

Joseph nodded. "Of course. The girls will get you up in plenty of time. Do you have any preferences for bedwarmers? Take two or three. If any of them fail to provide you with the utmost satisfaction, you'll find some paddles and whips in your nightstand. Feel free to use them as you wish." Robert recoiled inwardly at the suggestion and selected Marcy and Terry for use. The two girls picked up their clothing and led him to his room. As he left he looked back, to see Jane kneeling on the floor, her head to the carpet, as Becky and Callie spread the girl's ass for another round of anal pleasure for Joseph.

***

As Joseph stepped through the first door to the conditioning chamber, he once again considered his paraphrasing of Genesis, "On the seventh day, God made slave girls." Repeated testing had proven that a typical girl's will could be broken within five to nine days, with most being broken after a week of torture. He stepped into the chamber to determine if this was so.

After Vanessa's electric stun wand treatment a week ago, she had been lowered to the mat to lie unconscious in her own waste. While unconscious, Anita had been sent in with an electric hair clipper and had clipped Vanessa almost bald. She was left with a stubble that a Marine Corps drill instructor would have been proud of. The next morning she had awoken to find a bowl of unsalted oatmeal and a cup of water across from her. Lacking any utensils, she had gulped down the food with her fingers and drained the cup of water, unaware that it contained a small amount of a powerful psychoactive drug. She had screamed herself hoarse begging for her release. Then the true torture began.

At random intervals, the siren began blaring and the lights began strobing. Ice cold water would pour from a shower head above the room. She would be lifted by the padded handcuffs off the floor, and electric shocks would be applied through the cuffs. Often the tortures would be combined or alternated. An even more diabolical method of breaking her will was in the shortening of the day-night cycle by decreasing the time the lights were left on. Since the human mind is used to being in light for a certain number of hours per day, followed by hours of darkness, changing this pattern caused her to rapidly lose track of time. She began to wonder if she had slept through day light periods, and completely lost track of the weeks she had been in torment. Her only food remained the bland gruel and drug-laced water. Her hair was periodically clipped so that she could not use its growth as a way of measuring the passage of time. Within days, the remaining black was gone and she was down to the blonde roots.

By the time Joseph reentered the chamber, Vanessa was on the very verge of psychosis. She was unable to eat or sleep, and had lost interest in everything, even relieving herself over the grating. She had taken to incoherent screaming at the walls and only her restraints prevented her from throwing herself at her myriad reflections in the mirrored walls.

As Joseph entered the room, Vanessa looked up from the pool of waste beneath her to stare at him. This was often the most dangerous part of the conditioning; often the girl would make a crazed attack and require further shock treatments. She looked at him dully and made no move to attack him. Her lips moved and a hoarse whisper came forth. "Please, let me go!" A week of laying in her own wastes and sweating through her tortures with nothing more to clean her than ice cold showers had reduced her to a filthy and bedraggled mess.

Joseph walked to the girl and stopped before her. He unzipped his pants and fished his flaccid cock through the opening. "Suck me off, Vanessa," he ordered.

She stared at him without comprehension, although she began to rise off the floor. "What?" she croaked.

Reaching down, Joseph grabbed the girl's tangled hair and dragged her upright, to her knees. "Suck my cock, I said. Make me come in your mouth and swallow." He pulled her face to his crotch and began swinging his hips. His semi-soft cock began slapping Vanessa in the face.

"Please, let me go!", she begged.

"Suck me off, Vanessa," he demanded. Joseph pulled the stun wand from a back pocket and flicked it on.

Seeing the stun wand, Vanessa screamed and tried to pull away, but she was in no shape to resist. Finally it dawned on her that the torture would stop if she blew Joseph. Opening her mouth, she allowed him to push his stiffening dick between her teeth. He owned a much larger cock than she had ever sucked before and it was difficult to comply with his orders. He kept telling her to open her mouth wider, take him in deeper, lick him, keep her teeth away, all the while threatening her with the wand. After what seemed an eternity, she felt his cock thicken and begin to pulse, a heavy stream of his come spurting into her mouth. Vanessa had always refused to swallow before and tried to pull away, gagging at spitting out the thick cream.

Jospeh smiled to himself. It was much the same every time he started a new girl in training. Unless they had previously had extensive experience in fellatio, his demands were almost impossible to meet. As she looked up at him fearfully, he scowled. "Did I tell you not to swallow? Did I tell you to pull away? Did I tell you to stop?" He lifted the stun wand above her.

"No, please, no! Let me go! I sucked you off, you said you'd let me go!", she begged.

The pleas ended as he brought the wand down on her arms trying to shield her from the blows. Screaming, she spasmed and collapsed to the floor, and Joseph followed through with the electric wand, rubbing it along her body as she lay there twitching and losing control of her bladder. Finally, he stopped and allowed her a brief respite. As she began regaining some semblance of consciousness, he stepped up to her head. Grabbing his limp cock, he aimed it at her face and urinated onto her head. Vanessa began crying, but laid there under the warm stream, whimpering. Drained, Joseph turned and left the room. 'Almost ready.', he thought to himself, entering the control room. Starting the command program again, he saw the girl begin screaming again as she was lifted by the chains and the ice water shower and electric shocks commenced.

Thirty-six hours later, the final torture program drew to a close. She had been allowed more rest, and the lysergic acid derivatives, no longer needed in her completely disoriented condition, were stopped lest they do too much damage. Now she was hanging in the chains, kneeling on the floor, and she followed Joseph closely as he entered the room and approached. This time, when he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, she dove to the task, bobbing her head madly and taking as much in as she could. Her performance was much better this time, and when he began coming in her mouth, Vanessa swallowed it greedily, even to the point of licking his cock afterwards to catch any dribbles that might have escaped her lips.

"That's much better, Vanessa, much better," commented Joseph.

"Can I go now?" she whispered. Joseph's only response was to pull the wand from his pocket. At the sight of this horror, Vanessa screamed and drew away as far as possible. "No, please, no! Please, let me suck you! Fuck me, anything, I don't care. Please, no. I'll do anything!", she begged.

A smiling Joseph put away the stun wand and Vanessa collapsed in the manacles, sobbing in relief. "You stink, Vanessa. I will send in someone to help you clean up. Do whatever she says, or I'll use the wand on you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir. Yes, Master. Please don't use the stick again, please!"

Joseph left the chamber after first allowing Becky to enter. She carried with her a large plastic basin, a bottle of liquid soap, a washcloth., and a razor. She was completely naked. Joseph moved to the control room and sat down to watch.

Vanessa eyed the smaller girl warily, especially after a garden hose was lowered from the ceiling. Becky adjusted the temperature of the water and added some soap, then began washing Vanessa off. Vanessa cringed at the touch but the chains prevented her from moving too far away. It took several basins of water before she was clean, the first time she had been really clean in a week. Finished, Becky poured more soap into the basin and worked it to a lather, which she applied to Vanessa's armpits. From the control room, Joseph had to raise the chains pulling Vanessa vertical before this could be accomplished. Restrained, Vanessa had no choice but to allow Becky to shave her underarms, legs, and pussy.

Finished with her cleaning chores, Becky waved a hand and Joseph lowered the chains. Vanessa collapsed to the floormat, and Becky positioned her on her back. Spreading Vanessa's legs wide, Becky lowered her face to the captive slave's cunt and began kissing it. Vanessa screamed and began thrashing about, fighting off her lesbian tormenter. What little sanity she retained knew that this was wrong!

Suddenly a voice blared out over the loudspeakers. "Becky, move away and back up against the wall." Becky immediately disengaged and scuttled away. Several harsh electric shocks ran through Vanessa's body in punishment. "Vanessa, you were told to do whatever Becky wants. Becky wants to lick your pussy and make you come. Obey!" A final shock was administered, then Becky was ordered forward. This time, Vanessa cooperated, spreading her legs widely. She murmured contentedly as she felt the talented lips licking and caressing her cunt, and experienced her first lesbian orgasm in the chains of the conditioning chamber.

Another shock was necessary to force Vanessa to return the favor and lick Becky's smooth shaven cunt. Vanessa initially felt like gagging but endured lest she be tortured further, and soon found herself enjoying the flavor. Once she had gotten Becky off, the other girl left and the lights went out, allowing Vanessa to sleep.

Her basic training in oral techniques progressed rapidly over the next few days. Each day, Joseph would enter the chamber and demand a blowjob, and then one of the girls would enter to receive a cuntlicking. The only pleasure that Vanessa received would happen when she had provided a very good suckoff, after which the other girl would eat her until she came. Vanessa sucked cock and pussy all day long for two days; with their visitor gone, Joseph's associates, all young and virile men, would show up to help with the training. She would suck the cock of whoever entered the chamber.

Graduation day for this phase of her training occurred when Joseph and two of his assistants entered the room and disrobed, then lay down on the mats. Vanessa was forced to move rapidly from man to man, sucking fiercely and allowing them to spurt down her throat in turn. Only when she had sucked them dry and they were no longer able to become stiff again, was she considered proficient enough to move to the next stage.

***

When Vanessa woke she knew something was different. It took several seconds to realize that she was no longer chained, although the padded cuffs were still in place on her wrists and ankles. She scrambled to the grating to relieve herself, then ate her oatmeal and water. By now she had learned to save some of the water to wash her face and hands. She looked up as she saw Joseph enter the room, and promptly assumed a 'slave' position, kneeling with her legs spread wide, her back arched so that her tits were displayed prominently, and her eyes towards the floor.

She was unsurprised when Joseph approached and unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock out and said, "It better be the best blowjob you've ever given, slut, or else!" Vanessa opened her mouth and took the engorged cock inside, as she fondled her owner's balls. She put her heart into sucking off her master, licking and swirling her tongue over his cock as she tried to swallow him. To himself, Joseph thought that it may not have been the absolute best blowjob he'd ever had, but it was pretty damn good anyway. By now Vanessa was able to swallow everything.

When the girl was finished, Joseph glared down at her and commanded, "Get me stiff! Now!" Terrified, the slut began repeating the process of sucking and jacking, and she had barely gotten him hard again when she was stopped. "Is your cunt wet?" he asked harshly.

Confused, she asked, "What?"

"Jesus Christ, girl, are you stupid? I asked if your cunt was wet. Well, is it?"

It sank in to Vanessa an answer was expected. "Uh, I guess so, sir."

"You guess so! Stupid bitch, don't you know? Find out!" At her confused look, Joseph pulled out the stun wand and Vanessa began to cry. "Put your hands in your pussy and see if you're wet. If you're not, then play with it until you are wet. Now!!!"

Vanessa's hands shot between her legs and she began to madly finger her clit and pussy. She had been excited and moist from the suckoff she had already provided, now she was to become incredibly aroused as she lay naked on the floor before her owner. She whimpered through a first orgasm, and Joseph stopped her only as she approached her second, her fingers in a sea of warm juice.