Torture Island MF/f enema bondage Chapter 1 - The Enema Race "Masters and Mistresses! Welcome to our new season of Enema Races!" Master Rick, the Master of Ceremonies announced as he looked over the crowd of fetish attired men and women in the stands. Most of them he noted had brought a body slave with them keeling naked before them to ease the pressures they were soon to feel. "We have selected a fine group of slutcunts to participate in this years event. So with no further ado, Let the Races Begin!" On the console set up on the reviewing platform, Master Rick pressed a button that sounded a short blast of an air horn and looked over to his left. From the end of the stands were lead 4 slave girls by four trainers. Each slave had a leash attached to her collar that was held by her trainer. Unlike the black leather jock strap that Master Rick wore, each of the trainers wore a colored leather Jock. The color of the Jock matched the small medallion that was attached to each slave's collar. Completing the slutcunt's uniform were wrist and ankle manacles and a ballgag that matched the color of the medallion. Their wrists were locked behind their backs but the legs were free. Behind the procession were 8 more trainers or track officials, two each wearing the blue, red, green and orange jocks of the team colors and each had a carryall slung over his shoulder. These trainers went out to the race track which was a set of 4 lanes 100 feet long. One trainer from each team stood behind the lines of each lane and placed his carryall behind him opened. "Since a lot of you masters and Mistresses are new to Torture Island, let's go over the rules before we begin." Master Rick looked over at the 4 slutcunts, "You four had better pay attention." "We start our season with 48 slaves split up into 4 teams. We will continue racing different events until we have 1 winner. The ultimate winner will live a life of luxury and comfort here on the Island. The losers will earn varrying degrees of punishment. But we will keep things interesting. There are prizes and punishments for every heat and for every round." "The winner of this heat will receive 24 hours in a pleasure cell. We have had all of the slutcunts under Hypnosis and we will supply her with what we learned was her ultimate fantasy." "Our second place loser will spend 24 hours in a work team cage satisfying all 20 members of the team. We have chosen a team that has not had sexual relief for a month. She'll have a great time in a 24 hour gangbang." "For our third place loser, we will spread eagle her between 2 posts and wire her up to our computer controlled tens system. We will attach wires to the piercing in her septum, nipples, labia and clit. In addition we will attach wires to her toung and insert wired plugs in her pussy and ass. The computer will provide random shocks of random duration and power for 24 hours. Oh yes! She will dance and scream nicely for us." "We have a special treat for our fourth place loser. Two days, yes 48 hours as a public urinal! Two days of nothing to eat or drink but piss. And to make sure that she stays busy, We will be collecting the first morning piss of our slaves to be fed to her whenever she's not directly occupied." Master Rick beamed as he saw that many of the Masters and Mistresses were beginning to press their body slaves into service. More and more crotches were being hidden from view by the head of a slave licking and sucking the cock or cunt that was their only reason for being, Rick reached over and pressed a second button on his console. A slave dressed as a French maid began walking out to the platform. The bodice of her uniform formed a demi bra lifting and offering her 40D breasts to the world. The built in corset compressed he waist down to 19 inches, thigh high stockings were held up by a garter belt. Her legs looked beautiful, ending in the 7 inch locking high heels. The rest of the uniform consisted of a frilly cap, slave collar, lace apron, wrist and ankle cuffs. Her skirt and petticoat were so short you could easily see the chastity harness that locked away "her" cock and balls in its tight grip but left her asshole or boycunt available for use. Master Rick liked his "girls" with that little something extra between their legs, but he liked them as fem as possible. The maid came onto the platform using a walk that kept everything in motion. It was the kind of walk that said "I'm a slut, Fuck me!". Rick glanced at the tag hanging from her collar and saw that "her" name was marie. She walked in front of him and gracefully went to he knees putting her mouth just inched from his now bulging black jock. "Our first event is a simple endurance and speed race. We're going to insert a nice big buttplug into each of our racers so retention won't be a problem. Each of the plugs is equipped with a nozzle and one way valve. The slutcunts will step up to their starting line and bend over to receive their first pint. They will then race to the other end of the course, turn around and bend over to get their next pint and race back to the other end of the course. Each of our race officials have 4 syringes and the race will continue until they are all used. After the last slutcunt has crossed the finish line they will come back over here to the platform for the announcement of awards and the unplugging. That ought to be fun because each of the slaves will be carrying 1 gallon of liquid in their guts by that time." "Oh, and slutcunts, your shock collars are live, any balking or attempt to leave the race course will earn you a punishment shock." "Now let's begin! Slutcunts, present asses!" Each of the slaves turned around with their backs to the stands and bent over at the waist. The trainers each removed a large buttplug from a container attached to their waist. Even the plugs were in the team colors. In order to increase the drama of the moment, the trainers held the buttplugs up in front of the faces of the slaves. This way they could see the 3 inch diameter of the wide portion of the plug that would soon be imbedded in their asses. The trainers walked around their charges and placed the tip of their plug at the entrance to the slave's asshole. With obvious glee Master Rick called out. "Trainers! Drive your plug home!" As the plugs were pressed slowly into their asses, the slutcunts began grunting and squealing around their gags. Tears began to fill their eyes and drip down their cheeks. Two of the slutcunts attempted to pull away as the widest portion pressed in. "That's going to earn you each a punishment session later." Growled Master Rick, "Trainers, make a note about this." The slutcunts were about to learn about punishment notes on Torture Island. The red and green jocked trainers reached into a second pouch on their jocks and pulled out a small weight attached to a short chain. The free end of the chain had a small clip, this they attached to the clit ring on each of their charges. "Those notes will remain where they are until your punishment. The placement of the note and its size indicate the severity of the infraction and amount of the punishment. The order from least to greatest is your nose, nipples, labia and clit. As you can feel you have been very bad little slutcunts indeed. But on the bright side you are fortunate that your trainers selected the lightest punishment notes. Too bad for you since the notes will add to the difficulty for your race." Mean while up in the stands, the betting had begun. The masters and mistresses did not have to leave their seats or the hot mouths of their bodyslaves to place bets on the outcome of the race. On the right hand side of their seat was a mini terminal where they could enter their wagers. The masters of Torture Island came from all over the world so like any other nation, it had its own money, tortoids. Tortoids were pegged to the Euro so that conversion to and from their native currency was easy. Payment for the wagers by the masters and mistresses could be made in either tortoids or slaves. The value of a slave was determined by the Appraisal Department of Torture Island's Governing body. The guidelines for assigning a slave a value were highly complex but suffice to say, most slaves were valued between 100 and 200 tortoids. All wagers had to be settled before the master or mistress left the arena. They could transfer money form their local bank account, transfer slave ownership, or transfer funds from their home nations to satisfy any losses. In the event that a master or mistress was unable to pay off his or her losses he or she would be converted in a slave o fthe governing body. He or she would be appraised as well as any possessions he or she might have and this value deducted form the total owed. The remaining amount would become the cost of the new slave. The governing body had the right to sell the new slave at the cost value or the appraised value which ever was higher. The adjusted value of the slave was posted on the Island intranet every evening. The value was adjusted by adding the maintenance cost for the slave, food, clothing, and medical, and deducting the value of the services he or she had provided that day. If the slave did not require medical treatment, they would at some point in the future become reasonably priced and sold. There was no possibility of paying off their debt and becoming free. Assignment into slavery was a one way street. "Alright Slutcunts, stand up and face your audience." For the past 15 minutes the slutcunts had remained bent over with their backs to the stands so the masters and mistresses could get a good look at their plugged asses. After they turned around, they spread their legs to just a little wider than their shoulders so that none of their charms would be hidden. At the end of another 15 minutes, Master Rick nodded to the trainers and the slutcunts were led to their starting line on their lane of the race track. Rick turned around so that he could watch the race and marie the French maid moved around in front of him with her face again just inches from his bulging black jock. Her eyes never left the tool that was in fact the center of her life. Rick looked down and said "Marie". She looked up at this command and he nodded his head. Marie whispered "Thank you Master Rick." And reached up to remove the cod piece from the jock freeing his 10 inch long 2 inch thick hard flesh weapon. She began licking and kissing the head of his cock while holding it with one hand and cupping his balls with the other. "I don't want to come until the winner crosses the finish line." He growled, "If you are late, you'll get to go through the losers ordeals with them, and if you are early, you get the same AND I'll have you roasted alive for one of our picnics." Turning his attention to the fearful racers, he said, "When I say Go! You will bend over to present the fill nozzle in you plug to your trainer. Your toes will be behind the line and your legs will be spread to wider than your shoulders. When your trainer is satisfied that you are in position, he will attach the syringe to your plug and pump the liquid into you. If you break position he will stop until you are again in position. When the syringe is empty he will detach it and slap you on the ass. You will then race to the other end of the track 100 yards away. After you cross the line you will turn and assume your filling position and wait for the slap to start again. Each track official has 4 syringes so I'll let you do the math." The four trainers reached back an each pulled out a 1 pint syringe. Marie stopped licking Ricks cock and began to slowly deep throat it. Her's was going to be a tough job because the race would excite her master and she could not see it progress with her back to the racers. "Ready,........,Set,.........,GO!" Four slaves bent over and spread their legs as one. The trainers attached their syringes to the offered butt plugs and rammed the plungers in. Four slaps rang out as one and four desperate slave girls took off running or perhaps a fast jog since a girl can't really run in the 6 inch high heels they had locked on. The slightly bowlegged step that they were forced to use because of the butt plugs didn't help their speed either. "They'll be able to keep a fairly normal pace for the first 2 or three laps," Master Rick informed the crowd, "but after they have a quart and a half to 2 quarts it will begin to slow them down. They can't breath through the cramps because of the ballgags and we won't let them stop to ease them either." Sarah, The red team slutcunt was slowly pulling ahead of the other slaves but even this early in the race you could see he wince every time her punishment weight bounced. "She's not going to do well in this race." Rick thought. "Between the weight and the extra strain she was putting on her abdominal muscles she's going to begin feeling the cramps very soon. And thinking about not doing well. Marie is doing one hell of a job on my cock. I figure I'll cum about lap 5 at this rate."
Chapter 2 - Sarah Sarah Milligan was 22 years old and had just graduated from college. She had moved to San Francisco to find work. On her last evening as a free woman she had been walking around the neighborhood when a white van pulled up beside her. The side door of the van flew open and 2 men jumped out, grabbed her by the arms and pulled her into the van. She opened her mouth to scream and a blond haired woman pushed a penis gag into her mouth before she could make a sound. The muffled grunts she was now able to make couldn't be heard outside of the van now. A second woman pressed a button and the door to the van closed sealing her inside with these monsters. While the men pulled her arms back behind her she felt the van move off down the street. She felt metal on her wrists and heard the ratcheting of the handcuffs they put on her. The same was done to her ankles a moment later. The second woman pressed a second button on a small box and spoke, " Ok, we got her. Lets head over for number 3 and we'll set her up back here." Sarah started crying. The blond woman slapped her on the cheek. "Stop that we have a lot of work to do and you have a lot to learn and crying only gets in the way" The van had no windows but interior lighting kept it brightly lit. There was a wall in the front so she couldn't see the driver or where they were going. There were cabinets attached to the walls and one was open. On one side were more of the penisgags like the one invading her mouth hanging from pegs and on the other side were more handcuffs. Along the side were 6 more cabinets. Four of these were labeled with large numbers 1, 2, 3, and 4 the other 2 were blank. Her captors were all dressed alike, leather shorts and open leather vests. The vests on the women barely covered the nipples on their breasts. Each of them had a gold colored collar with matching bands on their wrists and ankles. In the back of the van were 4 chairs. They were padded vinal with arm rests set in 2 rows. One of the chairs was occupied by a girl. A naked girl! She was strapped into the chair. She was not gagged but she did have a steel collar around her neck and she wasn't making any noise. Sarah was shaking with fear and mewing into her gag. Here she was gagged, hand and ankle cuffed, kneeling in the back of a van with one naked tied up girl and four bizarre half naked captors. She knew she was never going back to her apartment again, that the men were going to rape and kill her. "Lets see if we got the right package before we unwrap it." The blond spoke up in the silience. She opened the cabinet marked 2 and pulled a folder out which she opened. "You are Sarah Milligan? I want you to nod your head for yes or shake your head for no." The seconds passed and Sarah didn't move. The blond's hand shot out a slapped Sarah across the face with a crack. Sarah's head turned rapidly to the right and back. "When I ask a question, I expect an answer. The amount of pain you receive here depends on how cooperative you are." Tears welled up in Sarah's eyes and what was probably a scream tried unsuccessfully to get past the gag in her mouth. A reddening hand print was becoming more and more visable on her face. The brunette reached over and grabbed Sarah's purse, and found her wallet and pulled out her driver's license. She handed it over to the blond and said, "Lady Jannette, let's assume that she's going to continue being a stupid little girl and not cooperate with your most reasonable requests. The license proves that we have the right girl and it will be more fun to ask her after we punish her." The blond looked pensively at the folder for a moment and replied, "You're right, Lady Lynn, and I can't wait to strip her down and get a good look at her." Lady Jannette put the folder back into the cabinet and pulled out a pair of sissors. She held them out and said, "Sir Mike, Sir Jim, will you do the honors?" The man on Sarah's right reached over and accepted the sissors. "We would be most happy to. Sir Jim, would you hold her while I get to work? Sir mike moved around in front of Sarah brandishing the sissors. Now don't squirm around cunt I wouldn't want to cut you, not yet at least." He reached out and grabbed the right sleeve of her tee shirt and cut from the under side all of the way down to the bottom hem. He then repeated the process with her left sleeve. Next he cut the top of her left sleeve and then the right side. The tee shirt fell to the floor in two pieces. Sir mike picked them up and handed them back to Lady Jannette who put the rags in a paper shopping bag. Sarah knelt there in her lacy pink bra and her tennis skirt. Sir Mike reached over and held the hem of the skirt and cut up to the waistband. It too went into the bag. Now they saw a pretty young red head in matching pink bra and thong in tennis shoes. "Loose the shoes, they deffinatly don't go with the sexy underwear." Quipped lady Lynn. "What do you think, 36C chest, 22 inch waist and 38 inch hips? My My, you are a sexy little package." Sir Mike removed the shoes as Lady Lynn continued. "I can't wait to play with you. But we must move on. Even though it won't matter later, I want to see if you are a natural red head so lets see some tits and fur!" Using the sissors, Sir Mike removed the last 2 remaining articles of clothing leaving Sarah naked and crying. "Oh you are a redhead! I love it, we don't get too many of those." "Let's get you dressed in your new uniform." Quipped Lady Lynn, "I know you'll love it as much as we do." She reached into the number 2 cabinet and pulled out a steel collar. Sir Mike gathered her shoulder length hair and lifted it up to bare her neck. "This is your training collar." She was informed by Lady Lynn as she placed it around her neck, "It doesn't come off except to be replaced by your working collar when you are trained. It has some special features but we'll get into some of them in a minute. It also signifies that you are a slave of the governing board of Torture Island. All slaves wear a collar and the color indicates their status. All colors are superior to training collars and you must instantly obey any order given by a superior. Gold collar are the top of the food chain and you will address and gold collared slave as Lady or Sir. All other colors are addressed as Slave. Free men and women do not wear collars and will be addressed as Master or Mistress. This is you absolute minimum uniform but for you training you will also wear these wrist and ankle cuffs as well as a waist belt. Every thing locks on." With that they began installing the items on her. Sarah shivered with each click of the locks. Oddly enough, they did not remove the hand and ankle cuffs she already had on. The two men grabbed her under her arms and dragged he back to the second chair. There were two rings on each side of her waist belt in addition to the two placed in the front and back, they were locked to short chains on the chair binding her to it. Next they each took a foot and removed the original ankle cuffs and locked her legs to the legs of the chair. "Bend forward so we can do your arms!" There was no request in Sir Mike's voice. They freed and the locked her wrists to the chair arms. Lady Jannette came over to Sarah and pulled what appeared to be a remote control from a holster on her shorts. "I'm going to explain 2 of the special features of your collar and I suggest that you listen closely. Your training collar contains electrodes that are in contact with your skin. If you are a bad slut I can shock you." Lady Jannette showed Sarah the remote it had four thumb wheels and two rows of four buttons. The top right button glowed red. "This button," putting her thumb over the left hand button on the second row, "controls the shock. The wheel controls how bad." She pressed the button and held it down for two seconds. The pain hit her like a blow. Her skin felt like it was on fire and she arched up as far as her bonds would allow. Even with the gag, her scream of pain echoed in the van. "That was a 2. A 10 will knock you out. We all have these controllers so behave. This brings us to the second feature. The collar also contains sensors, if you make noise or speak, when its activated, you will receive a 5 second shock. This is your first lesson in obedience, slaves only speak when permitted to." Sarah shivered while she removed her gag and locked her collar to the chair with two chains. She pressed the right hand button on her controller and it glowed red like the one above it. "Please...", and she began screaming as the shock hit her. She writhed in her bonds as the pain enveloped her. "The sluts never listen." Chuckled Sir Jim. Sarah and the other girl sat there in silence as two more girls were added to the cargo in the back of the van. Twice as the van drove after last pickup the girls were offered water. After several hours a voice came from the intercom. "There's a hitch hiker up ahead, get ready for a pickup." The van stopped, the side door opened and the two men jumped out and returned with the hapless victim. Sarah's eyes opened in shock, the had captured a young man. Over all his treatment was the same as the rest except he was placed in a hogtie on the floor of the van because there were no more chairs. Finally, after several hours, the van pulled to a stop. Sarah had fallen asleep in her chair and woke up when the van's door opened. Groggy from her nap, she began to ask what was going on and received her second shock from her collar. Lady Jannette gave each of the captives a shot. "This will make you more compliant while we get you ready and loaded." One by one they were released from their chains and removed from the van. When it was Sarah's turn she felt no energy to resist as the lifted her by her arms and led her out. She was still aware enough to look around her. The van and three more were parked in a huge hanger. It had to be a hanger because in there was a large jet. Near the nose of the jet there were ten gynocolical tables set up. Most were occupied. There seemed to be as many men as women strapped to the tables. She was brought to the first open table and chained to it much as she had been to the chair in the van. The chains were tightened so she could barely move. Straps attached to the table were added. One set above her breasts and another below, on her upper arms and at the knees. Two padded braces were pushed up against the side of her head and fastened so she couldn't move her head and an additional strap went across her forehead. A man and a woman came up to her table and looked her over. They both wore the gold collars of top slaves. Sarah blushed, total embarrassed to be seen naked and spread open for these strangers. She wanted to scream and beg to go home but the memory of the pain the collar caused kept this down to a small whimper. Tears began to flow again from her eyes. "Oh look" Said the woman, "she's a natural redhead. Too bad no one will ever know." "The man replied, "Yea, nice. Lets get going, its been a long day already." With this the man went up by her head and pulled out a syringe and proceeded to take a blood sample from her arm. The woman stood between her wide stretched legs and swabbed a sample from her vagina. She handed the swab to the man and he walked off behind her with both the samples. "My name is Lady Ann and my co-slave is Sir Mike. We're going to prepare you for your trip to your new life. He'll be back soon with the results of your tests so while we're waiting we might as well take care of this." She reached down and ran her fingers through Sarah's pubic hair. "Slave girls don't have any hair below their necks." Sarah tried to pull her crotch away from the toying fingers but she was too tightly bound. Lady Ann reached under the table and began pulling on a set of rubber gloves. Next she picked up a wide mouthed jar filled with a thick blue paste. Humming tunelessly she scooped out some and began spreading it all over her body. She covered Sarah's arms and legs with the goop. "It may sting a little as it works in and dissolves the roots so remember that your collar is still active." Lady Ann paused and gave Sarah a wink. She scooped out another handful of the blue jell and began on her shoulders. "Strictly speaking, there isn't really any hair on your tits but it feels soo nice to rub it in." Lady Ann spent several minutes rubbing and squeezing Sarah's breasts and nipples before she worked down her stomach. As she was slathering the goop on Sarah's cunt and ass, Sir Mike came back over. "Good, you finish up with her cunt and then we can begin with her jewelry. And by the way little slutcunt, I have some good news and some bad news." Sir Mike had a big grin on his face, "Well, good news for us and bad news for you. Lady Ann, the tests came out clean so we are going to keep her." He looked down at Sarah's face and saw the hopelessness in her eyes and said, "Slut, if you'd had any STD's, AIDS, or any serious disease, we would have red-tagged you and sent you to the Playroom." "No slave leaves the playroom alive." Informed Lady Ann, "that's where there's no limits on what a Mistress or Master can do. They play with you until you are dead! Do anything you have to so that they don't clip one of these on your collar." She held up a small red medallion with a gold letter "P" imprinted on it. "It's a death sentence, usually a long and painful death. Once it's clipped on, it can't come off." Lady Ann reached under the table and brought out a hose and a washcloth. She began spraying Sarah with warm water and rubbing her with the cloth. The goop on her body was washed away along with her hair. "Just so you understand, your hair will never grow back. You will spend the rest of your life hairless and as smooth as a baby." When she finished, she replaced the hose and disposed of the washcloth and the rubber gloves. She picked up another pair and tossed them on Sarah's stomach where Sir mike picked them up and put them on. She then got a pair for herself. Next she took a tube of clear liquid and squirted it all over Sarah's body. It smelled faintly of flowers and hospitals. "This is a combination of anti-bacterial and soothing balm. It's probably the nicest thig that's going to happen to you for a long time." Both Sir Mike and Lady Ann began spreading the liquid all over Sarah's body. Lady Ann looked over to Sir Mike and asked, "Top or Bottom?" "I'll take the bottom this time, I'm in the mood for pussy." Thinking about his answer made Sarah's eyes open wider and her breath to quicken. Lady Ann moved up to Sarah's head while Sir Mike went between her legs and pulled out a short stool and sat down. "We're going to turn off your collar and gag you because you will be crying out. We can still punish you if you need it." Lady Ann picked up a penis gag and brought it to Sarah's mouth. She closed her mouth and tried to shake her head. Sir Mike said, "The next shock will be at level 3." Sarah seemed to fall into herself and opened her mouth. This gag was different from the one that she had worn in the van. The head of the penis had a hole in it that ended with a plastic connector on the outside of the gag. As soon as the gag was locked on her head Lady Ann inserted a plug in the connector. Sir Mike inserted a speculum into her cunt and opened her wider than she believed possible. Sarah began mewing and crying for him to stop. Tears streamed from her eyes and her muscles corded as she fought the pain. Both Lady Ann and Sir mike ignored her reactions as he peered deep into her body. "She's not a virgin." Was his only comment. While Lady Ann took a needle and pierced her septum, Sir Mike pulled out a cunt lip and did the same. They inserted rings in the holes and closed them with pliers. They continued working until Sarah had rings in her nose, ears, nipples, and two in each cunt lip. Sir Mike held up a ring and showed it to Sarah. "This last one is very special." He took what looked like a small rubber band with a hook at each end and placed one hook in one of the rings in her cunt lip. He stretched the band, pulling out her cunt lip, over her thigh and hooked it to a small ring on the side of the table. He did this with the other three rings spreading her cunt open. Using his finger he teased her clit until it poked out from under its hood. Taking a pair of forceps, he pulled her clit out, stretching it until she screamed into her gag. He then proceeded to pierce and ring her clit. Lady Ann stroked Sarah's cheek. "Easy little slave." She cooed. All slave get ringed. And just so you know, they are permanent." Sir Mike installed the last two items in her body. They consisted of a catheter and a large butt plug. He then removed the rubber bands from her cunt lips. Sarah lay there in pain. Lady Ann reached up and turned on a light bulb mounted above Sarah's head then she and Sir Mike knelt on each side of the table and bowed their heads. As they waited Sarah became more and more aware of the pressure building in her bladder. It had been 8 hours since she had peed but the catheter had a valve at the end and Sir Mike had closed it after he had allowed it to fill with her urine. A man and a woman walked up to the table next to Sarah. The first thing that Sarah noticed was that they were the first people she had seen without collars. They stood there looking over the slave before them. The woman spoke, "Report slaves". Another female voice began, "Mistress. Master. The slave is ready for transport. His test came back clean. He is 17 years old. When erect he is 6 and 1/2 inches." "That's a rather puny excuse for a cock." Commented the Mistress. "She might as well be a girl. What do you think Tom, pink?" The man spoke for the first time, "Yes pink it is. Load her up." They walked over to Sarah's table and looked her over. She began blushing and squirming under their clinical gaze. "So what's the story with this one?" Asked the man. Lady Ann began, "Mistress. Master. This slave is ready for transport. Her test came back clean. She is 22 years old, a natural redhead and she is not a virgin." "Being a redhead she'll mark well under the whip. Strong legs, and wide hips, I think She'll be perfect for the races." The man commented to the woman. "Tag her blue for now, if I am wrong, she can always be a pony." Sir Mike reached down and clipped a small blue medallion to Sarah's collar. He and Lady Ann then proceeded to release her from the table. Even though the drug that they had given her was still keeping her docile, they were taking no chances. A three ended leash was attached to the rings in her nipples and clit before they began to remove her other bonds. They attached a short chain between her ankle cuffs and locked her wrists behind her back. They lead her to the rear boarding ramp of the waiting jet and up the stairs into its well lighted interior. Sarah was having trouble standing up straight. Her bladder was over full and she desperately needed to pee and the huge butt plug wasn't helping either. The rear compartment was filled with about 100 of the same chairs as the van. About half of the chairs already contained a naked slave. They led her over to an empty chair and locked her into it as before. Lady Ann reached up and pulled down a hose that was hanging from the roof. She attached it to the nozzle on Sarah's gag. " This is your feeding tube it will deliver food and water periodically. Sir Mike is attaching your waste pipes." Sarah felt a small section of the seat of her chair being removed and then something pressing on the butt plug in her ass. Next she was able to see Sir Mike attach a hose to her catheter. The last thing he did was open the valve. Sarah almost cried in relief as her over full bladder began to empty. Sir Mike stood up and looked at Sarah. "Your collar is active again so remember not to make any noise. Goodbye cunt!" Sarah sat chained to her chair as the slave compartment was slowly filled. At various times liquid would be pumped into her gag, sometimes it was thin and watery, sometimes it was thicker. At times her butt plug would activate and fill her abdomine with warm liquid she would remain filled for what felt like a long time and then pumped out. Other than that, no one paid any attention to her. She was just one more slave in a room of slaves.
Chapter 3 - Jennifer Maid Jennifer stood beside the bed of her Master and Mistress waiting in case they might need anything while they relaxed and watched the latest Playroom video. Jenny had been the Henderson's maid for two months and had learned to be very obedient to this cruel couple. Rob and Linda Henderson lay back and enjoyed themselves. Between each of their legs lay a hogtied body slave, their heads bobbing up and down as they orally ministered to the sex organs before them. The room reeked of sex. The body slaves were double plugged and the Hendersons were controlling the speed and action of the slave's mouths with the vibrator's controls. Not for the first time that night, Jenny felt her cock attempt to stir within her pussy pants. Jenny had been known as David when he had been captured and brought to the island. The Masters had decided she would make a better girl than remain a boy. They had used a combination of drugs and surgery to transform her into a shemale. She had been conditioned to obedience and to act a feminine as possible at all times. This left her with 40D breasts, 24 inch waist, 38 inch hips and a fully functional cock and balls. The last was sealed within a realistic rubber pussy shield that was glued to her groin. Jenny felt pre-cum flowing through the tube in her cock to her rubber vagina adding to the wetness of her already soaked panty crotch. Jenny had been sealed into the pussy pants when the Hendersons had selected her from the general slave pool to be their maid when they arrived on the island 2 months ago. The pussy pants were constructed to allow her cock to be stimulated when someone played with her clit or fucked her. Tomorrow the Hendersons were leaving the island to return to the real world and Jenny and the rest of the temporary staff were being returned to the general slave pool. There her service to the Hendersons would be evaluated and she would receive any punishments, rewards or retraining that the Masters decided she had earned while she waited to be reassigned to other duties. Jenny stood there perched on locking 6 inch high heels and in her pink satin uniform. Mistress Linda liked her in pink, she said it made her look so fem and sexy. Jenny's conditioning would take over and she would blush and say, "Thank you Mistress, I love being sexy for you." "We won't be needing you anymore tonight Jenny. You can go." Master Rob informed her, "Wake us at the usual time. We have a busy day tomorrow." Jenny curtsied and intoned "Thank you Master. Sleep well Master Rob, Mistress Linda." Jenny turned and left the room, tits bouncing and hips gyrating. It was a walk that the most jaded hooker would envy. Deep inside Jenny's mind she hated what she had become. Her conditioning made her into a sexy blond bimbo obedient to everyone. She was crying inside as she bounced along towards the servant's lounge where she would perform her last duty of the day. Jenny walked into the lounge where the other 15 slave servants waited for her. She pulled down the top of her uniform displaying her breasts in their demi bra. Next she removed her frilly lace panties and placed them on a table. She walked to the center of the floor and knelt down on her knees. "The Master and the Mistress have retired for the night and as they have decreed, you may all find satisfaction in my mouth." Jenny hated this part of her day. Mistress Linda had decided that the household ran smoother if the slaves had an opportunity to cum, all of the slaves that is except Jenny. One by one the slaves would present their cock or cunt to Jenny who would use her mouth until he or she came. The nightly events were video taped and edited versions were packaged and sold by the island's video production company. Videos of sex, rape, bondage, and, punishment were the largest source of income for the island. After Jenny had completed her oral service she was allowed to retire to the cell she shared with the other 3 maids. Two of her cellmates were shemales like herself but the third was a genetic female. This was very unusual, not because she was a maid, but because she was housed with shemales. The Henderson's had brought Tina to the island with them. She would not be going back with them. One of the rules of the island was that the only slaves allowed to leave wore the gold collar of the highest level and most trusted. Tina still wore the steel collar of the lowest slaves. This was the same collar that the three shemale maids wore. Second, on her first day in the Henderson's island mansion, she had been fucked in all three holes by both of the other maids. Jenny was not able to participate because she had already been sealed in her pussy panties. Tina was unaware that these two acts meant that not only would she remain on the island but that her status had been lowered to that of a shemale. All of the other servants had been told not to enlighten her. Once the girls had closed the door on their cell, setting the time lock, they were considered on free time. Free time for shemale slaves meant orgy time. It was usually the only time in their day where they were allowed to fuck and not just be fucked. The nightly blowjob was not normal in their lives and probably would not have been allowed if it had not been Jenny giving them. As Jenny undressed with the other girls she reflected that under normal circumstances she would either be able to remove her pussy panties for the night, or would not be wearing them at all like her two cellmates. Wearing pussy panties during free time usually meant you were being punished, but Jenny had been wearing them for the entire two months she had been in service here. And with a real cunt available, there wasn't much interest in her rubber one. Also she was horny as hell because she was being given the 3 times dosage of hormones and sex drugs normal for a punishment. The four of them finished undressing and crawled onto the king sized bed. While Barbara and Lisa proceeded to fuck Tina's brains out, Jenny lubed up a 10 inch rubber dildo and tried to calm her libido with a couple of quick orgasams. Tina squealed in delight as her cunt was pounded, first by Barbara and then by Lisa. Jenny groaned in frustration, wishing for the thousand time that her cock were free of these horrible pussy panties and that she could seek relief in a cunt, ass or mouth. Later, Jenny got off the bed and went over to the feeding station. This was a duty she performed once a day. She knelt on the padded stool facing the wall and placed her wrists and ankles in the open shackles. The cuffs closed as they sensed her limbs. They would not open until the feeding cycle was completed. She now had 10 seconds to finish positioning herself before the computer controlling the feeding station began shocking her through he collar. She leaned forward into the face mask on the wall and sucked the short penis gag/feeding tube into her mouth. Her world went dark and silent as the face mask closed around her head. She felt the wast belt close around her and press down so she couldn't raise up off of the stool. The computer scanned her medallion to determine her identity. Two small screens in the mask lit up and the speakers over her ears crackled to life. "Identity confirmed, Jennifer, shemale. Program modification one - currently sealed in pussy panties. Program modification two - all drugs administered at punishment levels. Feeding/Cleansing program begins. Small doors in the wall and floor opened and mechanical arms with syringe needles began giving her her shots in her breasts, ass, and stomach. She felt a stinging and warmth spreading over her body, from the sites of the shots. In just a couple of minutes, her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. The chemicals produced a side effect similar to a hot flash which lasted for about an hour. The feeding dick began spurting small amounts of food in her mouth. The designers of the machine had decided to make the liquid diet of females and shemales taste like cum so it was determined that it might as well be delivered like cum. She would sit there sucking and swallowing her dinner from an ejaculating rubber cock The normal feeding cycle alternated cum wth a thin liquid that tasted like breast milk, but since Jenny was under punishment her liquid tasted like warm piss. Not regular piss but the strong pungent first morning piss. It was just one more humiliation to teach her what a cocksucking sub- human toilet she had become. The piss and the cum, aside from containing all of the nutrients she needed were also laced with more hormones and drugs. From the floor, rose two dildos. The one for her pussy had a rubber cup at its base that molded to her vagina. The dildo would spray water and cleaning agents up her cunt to douche her and the cup drained the liquid away. The cup also allowed her to pee normally as a girl. The anal dildo would deliver and pump out her three cleaning enemas and her fourth retention enema. The first two enemas contained water and soap to clean out and fecal matter she may have produce in the last 24 hours and any cum that had been deposited by the rutting males she was forced to service. The third enema was clear water to wash any soap residue away. Three times she was filled to the bursting point and drained with mechanical efficiency. It was the fourth enema that Jenny really hated. It was delivered hot, hot enough to feel like she was being slow cooked from the inside making her sweat even more. It was larger than the other three, bloating her stomach to the point where she looked pregnant. Jenny had to hold this enema for 30 minutes while the chemicals in it were absorbed by her body. Thirty minutes of feeling like her stomach was going to split open, spilling her guts out on the floor. Thirty minutes of pain and cramps that had her crying and fighting her bonds. During the whole feeding and cleaning process the computer ran its training and conditioning program. Some of the drugs in the mix made her receptive to this form of training. The result was that Jenny had the mind, mannerisms, skills and attitude of the perfect slave girl. When the computer released her, Jenny would shower and perfume herself then fix her hair and makeup before crawling back into bed. She was trained to make herself pretty in case any one would want to use her during the night. And Jenny would be used during the night, but not for sex. The Henderson's had instructed her three cell mates that if they had to pee while in the cell, they were to use Jenny. Several time every night Jenny would wake up to a cock or a cunt ready to piss in her mouth. And she mustn't spill a drop. The punishment was to be strapped into a heavy wooden chair with a metal dildo up he ass and wires clipped to all of her rings receiving random electric shocks for 1 hour. She would scream herself horse while straining to arch up against the wide leather straps. If she passed out during the punishment, they would wake her up and continue and add one more hour to her sentence. After the punishment, Jenny would be barely able to walk but she had to hurry and get cleaned up and dressed to complete her daily duties or there would be punishment for that failure.
Chapter 4 - Enema Race Part 2 The race was over, the slutcunts were being lead over to the reviewing stand so that the results could be announced. The slaves staggered slowly each carrying a one gallon enema churning in her bowels. Tears were streaming from their eyes from the bloating of their stomachs and the cramps that tore at them and prevented them from even walking fully upright. They looked like four pregnant girls marching to their execution. It was much worst than that, they wouldn't die, and it was going to happen again and again. Up on the reviewing stand Master Rick was beaming. The race had been a total success so far. You know you've run a successful race when the looks of fear on the sutcunt's faces competed with the pain. As a proper desert to this Marie knelt before him, his cock still in her warm sucking mouth and crying. She had managed to hold off his orgasm until the sixth lap so she knew she was going to die. "Masters and Mistresses, I'm sure you will agree that was an excellent opening race, but before we announce the official results we have some business to take care of. I had a side bet with my maid Marie. Stand up Marie and welcome your fans!" The crying shemale reached up and replaced Master Rick's still hard cock and balls in his leather jock and stood next to him facing the stands. "All she had to do was make me cum when the winner crossed the finish line. The greedy little slut couldn't wait past the sixth lap! So, as the first part of her award, she will be joining each of our losers as they collect their awards." Master Rick paused while the members in the stands applauded Marie's award. When it died down he continued, "The second part of her award is even better. We're going to take her down to the Party Prep Tent and live-roast her at the next Island Picnic!" This brought a huge happy roar from the stands. Marie slumped to her knees and covered her face with her hands as she cried. "Before we let our racers empty out we'll get on with the official race results. Our first place winner is the orange team represented by slutcunt Sue. Sue wins one point for the orange team and 24 hours of her fantasy in a pleasure cell. Fortunately, even though she's gagged, we already know what her special fantasy is. Sue wants to make love to a girl with a dick. We've arranged for two of our most feminine, and well hung, shemales to help her realize her fantasy." "Our first loser, in second place, is from the blue team. Step forward Ming!" The blue jocked trainer pulled the tiny oriental slave forward. Being only 5 feet tall and of slight build, she showed the effects of the one gallon enema more than the other sluts. Master Rick was secretly supprised that she had done as well as she did, where the other sluts looked three months pregnant, Ming looked six! The cramps made it impossible for her to stand up straight and you could see the pain in her eyes. Master Rick ordered, "Marie, stand up next to your co-loser so that you can get your award." Marie was so lost in her fear that she did not, at first, hear Master Rick's order. Master Rick nodded to the blue team trainer and he drew a riding crop from the waist belt of his jock and sharply struck Marie's ass with it. Marie caught the strike on the right cheek of her bare ass and shrieked in pain. "Get up you stupid cunt!" growled the trainer. Stand over here next to Ming as Master Rick ordered." Marie scrambled to her feet and took her position. The blue trainer reached into his pouch and brought out 2 large punishment notes. He reached under Marie's skirt and attached them to the small ring through the head of her cock. "Maybe that will teach you to pay attention." As he withdrew his hand the crowd in the stands could see the head of her cock and the two punishment notes hanging below the hem of her skirt. "The award for second place is to be a fucktoy for 24 hours for a slave work team." Announced Master Rick cheerfully. "We have selected two twenty men teams that have made their work quotas and have not had sexual relief for more than a month. The work team that gets Ming is going to be really pleased, we usually use shemales like Marie for this duty, so they're going to pay particular attention to her tight little cunt." "OK Ming, you can go back in line now. In third place, we have Lynn from the green team. Our third place award is rather special. I hope that these little slutcunts like to dance because that's what they're going to do. We're going to spread eagle them in frames and wire them up to a computerized shock machine, and watch them dance for 24 hours! We are going to wire up all of their rings and place metal dildoes in their cunts and asses. We also have a large number of needles to stick into them where they don't have rings. To put us all in that special dance club mood, all of their connectors are equipped with LED's that light up when powered. We don't want to waste our dance music, so if our dancer faints, we stop the clock until she is awake again. Since we have two girls dancing, we have decided to modify the rules a little. When one girl is unconscious, we will stop the clock, but, the dancer who remained awake will continue to dance. The clock only runs when both dancers are awake." "And now for the winner of fourth place, Sarah of the red team. Please step up next to Marie. Slut." Sarah slowly hobbled up to take her position next to the crying shemale. She was visably trembling, because she knew her punishment was going to be the worst of all. "For the slutcunt that came in last, we have devised an award that will not only teach her a valuable lesson, but provide a public service as well. The lesson is that it truly sucks to come in last, and the public service is to become a public urinal for 48 hours. We're going to strap them to poles a position them so their mouths are cock and cunt high for easy access. The clocks will then be started, but in order to insure that they get the full benefit from their lesson, the clocks will only run while they are actually drinking piss. After you finish pissing, press the flush button on their pole and that will deduct 15 seconds from your urinal's time. If she spills any of your golden goodness, we will add 5 minutes to both of their clocks. It also means that you can use their mouths for other purposes without depriving them of any of the lesson time they have earned." Master Rick reached over to his console and pressed a button. "All of the awards have been passed out so now its time to empty the sluts." From the left side of the audience, four ponygirls appeared pulling an enema honey cart. Mounted on the cart was a large clear plastic rectangular container. It was 8 feet long by 4 feet wide by 3 feet tall. Perched on the top, in the center was a clear plastic cylinder with a toilet seat. Mounted on the back of the cart were stairs leading to the top of the container. The container, or honey tank, was filled to a level of about 6 inches of brown liquid. The liquid in the honey tank was expelled enema. Kneeling in the tank was a maid in full uniform covered with the solution. The trainer leading the ponygirls, stopped them in front of the stands. "Marie will be performing the service of lady's maid for our racers." Announced Master Rick. Marie walked over to the stairs to the honey tank and climbed up to the top of the tank. The ponygirl trainer dropped the lead rope he was carrying, telling his charges to stay in place and followed Marie up the stairs. They stopped by the toilet and he flipped the lid and seat open. He lifted Marie up and lowered her into the tank. The trainer called down to the other maid in the tank, "Hey Barbie, Marie here will be taking this stop. You can relax and enjoy yourself." The trainer lowered the seat back into place but left the lid open. "Sue, as our first place winner, you can relieve yourself first." Sue and her trainer proceeded over to the stairs and climbed up to the top of the honey tank. Since she was still bound in her harness and practically doubled over, the two trainers helped her sit on the toilet seat. Sue was crying from a combination of the pain from the cramps and the embarrassment of having to expel her enema in public. She just sat there waiting, they had not removed her butt plug and there was no way she was going to push it out herself. "Spread your legs cunt, there're people in the stands that want to watch!" her trainer barked. The other trainer tapped her feet apart with his foot. When he was finally satisfied that her legs were spread open enough he joined Sue's trainer by the head of the stairs. "Alright, Marie, time for you to do your duty as a lady's maid. Poor Sue needs to relieve herself." Commented Master Rick. "And by the way, for me, keep your mouth open while you work, I want you to get the full experience." Marie knelt under Sue's ass. She opened her mouth and reached up to open the valve on Sue's catheter. Yellow urine flowed out of the catheter over Marie's face. Sue and all of the racers had been emptied and cleaned out and fed the night before. They were then chained to their cots in the racers cell block. The racers diet included dieuretics and laxatives so her bladder was full to bursting after more than 17 hours. When the flow finally stopped, Marie closed the valve and swallowed the urine in her mouth. Next she reached up and pulled the butt plug out of Sue's ass. Marie's face and hair were quickly covered with the brown viscus enema solution. Finally, Marie was totally covered in shit and Sue was blessedly empty. Marie replaced the butt plug and Sue was led away. The procedure was repeated with Ming and then Lynn. Just as the trainers were going to lead Lynn away Master Rick stopped them, "Remove her punishment point and put her in the tank. She can wait there until she collects her award." Sarah received the same treatment. There were now 3 slutcunts and one shemale in the honey tank as it was pulled over to the stands for the audience to use. By the time the ponygirls began pulling the cart to its next stop, it was already half full of shit and piss.
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