The Subjugation of Scully

 

Three things:

 

1.    Obviously I don’t own the rights to the X Files characters, this is pure fanfic, so no commercial reposting please.

2.    Similarly, I hope no one reading this thinks it’s alright to really go out there and start kidnapping FBI agents. Let’s keep a fingernail grip on reality please people!

3.    This is my first ever attempt at writing fiction, so any feedback (no matter how negative!) will be appreciated. Email me at HaroldTCS@hotmail.com please. And now, on with my tale…

 

Chapter One

 

FBI special agent Dana Scully struggled to suppress a yawn as she walked along the hallway towards her apartment. It had just been ‘one of those days’; she and her partner, Fox Mulder, had recently been assigned to investigate the disappearance of a number of young women and, although there were a number of unusual aspects to the case (just about enough, indeed, to merit calling the case an X file), Mulder’s repeated assertion that the women in question had undoubtedly been abducted by aliens was unsupported by any evidence whatsoever. Scully had spent yet another fruitless day trying to get her partner to see reason in this case and, as she prepared to enter her apartment, she was struck with a vision of herself forty years into the future, a tired little old lady still pursuing Mulder on his endless series of wild goose chases. “I’m going to die an old maid,” Scully said to herself, only half jokingly, as she opened the door to her apartment.

 

Tired and distracted as she was, Scully was taken with almost ridiculous ease. They were waiting for her just inside the door - two men clad completely in black, including black ski masks and black leather gloves. Scully froze for a vital second at the sight of one black-clad intruder standing right before her and then, before she could react, the man stepped forward and drove his fist into her stomach, driving all the air out of her lungs with an audible ‘whoosh’. As Scully doubled up in agony the second assailant stepped smartly behind her and covered her mouth and nose with a soft cloth. With her lungs screaming for air Scully acted instinctively and was unable to prevent herself taking a deep breath, meaning that the chloroform on the cloth quickly took effect. Cursing herself for the ease with which she had allowed herself to be abducted, FBI special agent Dana Scully slid rapidly into unconsciousness.

 

Her captors then worked quickly, fastening her hands behind her back with metal handcuffs and restraining her legs in a similar fashion. Before they then slipped her unconscious body into a large canvas sack the leader of the two-man team took a moment to inspect his latest acquisition, stroking Scully’s flaming red hair back from her face. “This one’s a real beauty,” he thought to himself. “I wonder if she’s been acquired to order or if she’s intended for the auction block. I wouldn’t mind buying this one myself… if I could only afford it.” After a discrete cough from his associate, however, the leader of the acquisition team forced his mind back onto his work – dawdling was a sure way to get noticed and caught. The two men lifted the canvas bag containing the inert form of Dana Scully and began to carry it towards the apartment building’s service staircase. No one had noticed their entry to Scully’s apartment, no one had notice the unobtrusive, unmarked van parked round the back and no one noticed their departure in its with their human cargo. FBI special agent Dana Scully had, to all intents and purposes, simply vanished.

 

Chapter Two

 

When she awoke Scully was unable to move for several minutes. An attempt to open her eyes was quickly reversed due to the bright lights of wherever the hell she was and an attempt to sit up was rapidly aborted due to the nausea it brought on and so Scully decided that it would be best to lay where she was for a while, during which time the horror of what had happened to her slowly sank in.

 

All FBI agents are well schooled in the numerous cases where females have been abducted by men, however, and so, after a few minutes where she remained curled up into a ball with panic washing over her, Scully began to get a hold of herself. The abduction of an FBI agent would inevitably lead to a huge manhunt just as soon as she failed to turn up to work. No abduction, however efficient, could be carried out without leaving any traces at all, she reasoned, and so, Scully tried to convince herself, the authorities would inevitably find and rescue her shortly. All she had to do was survive long enough to be rescued, she reminded herself, and her FBI training meant that she knew exactly what kind of behaviour was required to keep the psychos who had kidnapped her from killing her for as long as possible.

 

With her initial panic passing, Scully began to assess her immediate predicament. She was lying on her side on a hard but smooth surface. She did not appear to be injured, apart from the nausea, and she appeared to be fully clothed. Slowly she opened her eyes, and saw...

 

She was in a small windowless room painted completely white. There was only one door in the room and this was so well set into one of the walls that it was very hard to actually make it out. The most interesting feature of the room, however, was the set of vertical bars that divided the side of the room where Scully was from the side where the door was. They appeared to be standard ‘jail cell’ bars, thick iron bars set about six inches apart with, again, a single padlocked ‘door’ set in the middle.

 

Apart from the bars the only item in the room was what appeared to be an animal’s litter tray in one corner of Scully’s side of the room. Crawling over to the tray Scully discovered that it was, indeed, filled with what appeared to be cat litter.

 

Having completed an initial inspection of her prison, which hadn’t taken long, Scully then began to examine herself. Her gun, badge and cellphone had all vanished but she was still wearing all of the clothes that she had had on when captured, which was a blessing of sorts. Oh, and there was a strange prickling sensation at the nape of her neck. She reached one hand back and felt a small scar. Now, how had that happened? An injury during her abduction perhaps? Scully contemplated shouting for help but soon decided against it. Her captors would be most unlikely to leave her ungagged anywhere where a cry for help would do any good and her FBI training quickly reminded her that her chances of survival would be maximised if she remained non-confrontational and gave her captors no reason to believe that she was not co-operating fully.

 

With nothing else to do, Scully then knelt down in a corner of the room and waited. The after effects of the chloroform soon wore off and, in spite of her desperate plight, it wasn’t long before boredom actually managed to set in.

 

Unable to track the passage of time, Scully had no idea how long had passed before anything happened. The first she knew was a sharp click that woke her from a sort of bored daze; this was caused by the door opposite her opening and a man entering Scully’s cell.

 

The traditional response of an abductee in this situation would have been to jump up and run towards the bars, screaming for help and shouting to be let out but Scully knew better than this. She knew that outbursts of hysteria in front of the kind of madman who would kidnap a women would dramatically increase the chance of her being killed and so she remained where she was; on her knees in a corner of her cell, attempting to appraise the situation as calmly as was possible under the circumstances.

 

Chapter Three

 

Harold Sheep loved his job. He had, at one stage, thought that nothing could ever replace the army in his life but the ‘profession’ that he had found himself practicing once he had got too old for the Marines was actually better than life in the military, he had to admit. How many reluctant young ladies had had the pride and arrogance painstakingly removed from their natures after a course of his obedience training, he thought to himself, as he entered the cell of his latest pupil, 250? No, probably more than 300 by now.

 

Forcing himself to concentrate on the job at hand, Harold began to appraise the young woman who would, under his instruction, soon be converted into an obedient little bitch. This one was intelligent, because she hadn’t began to scream or shout as soon as he had entered the cell, he observed. Neither was she cowering in terror at the back of the cell, as so many did, but was, rather, appraising him with admiral coolness. So she was also a brave and stubborn one. Harold smiled to himself. Breaking in the intelligent and the independent was what made his job such fun; their ultimate surrender, no matter how inevitable (and it was utterly inevitable), was just so much sweeter than subduing a slut who put up no resistance at all.

 

And it did no harm that this one was also a beauty. That wonderful mane of copper coloured hair, that alabaster skin, those amazing eyes… Harold shook himself inwardly. It was time to go to work…

 

Chapter Four

 

“Don’t say a word, just stand up and approach the bars,” Harold said, approaching the metal ‘grill’ that separated the room into two. Scully, after just a moment’s hesitation, did so. “Now take off your jacket and drop it on the floor on my side of the bars.”

 

In response to this simple instruction Scully made her first mistake. Instead of simply obeying she began to try to engage her captor in conversation. “Now look, I…” she began but before she could say another word there was… Pain. No, not pain. Agony. No, not even agony, but something beyond what she had ever previously understood about suffering. An indescribable horror that reached into the very core of her being.

 

Scully came too after what must have been a brief blackout and found herself lying back on the floor that she had just risen from. “Bad, isn’t it?” said her captor, smiling down at her in the manner of a cat that has just cornered a mouse. “But what…” Scully began to reply, before being cut down once again by pain beyond her worst nightmares.

 

“Now one of the first things you are going to have to learn is no talking without permission,” Scully’s captor continued. “Oh, and doing anything other than obeying my orders, instantly and without question, will also send you back to hell. Now, stand up, take off your jacket and drop it on the floor on my side of the bars.”

 

Sent almost into a state of shock by the fact that her captor apparently somehow had the ability to inflict pain without even touching her, Scully struggled to her feet, removed her jacket and dropped it through the bars as instructed.

 

“Good girl,” her jailor said, smiling. “Now, I am going to spend a few minutes telling you what has happened to you and what will happen to you in the future. Every now and then I will also be ordering you to remove certain items of clothing and drop them on top of your jacket. Should you fail to do so promptly or make any attempt to speak or even move, unless it is to remove some clothing, then you get hurt again. And again. Until you learn that there really is no viable alternative to obedience. Is that clear?” Scully nodded dumbly. “Good, her captor continued, “then I’ll begin…”

 

Chapter Five

 

“The reason why disobedience brings such agony is because while you were unconscious we performed a small surgical procedure on you,” Scully’s captor continued. “You’ve felt a slight itching sensation at the nape of your neck since you work up, haven’t you?”

 

Scully could only nod dumbly in response. “Well,” Harold went on. “I’m afraid to tell you that you have been given an implant. Alien technology.”

 

“Yes, they really do exist,” the bitch trainer laughed, in response to Scully’s involuntary gasp of astonishment at this piece of information. “You have been fitted with a ‘slave’ implant, whilst I have a ‘master’ implant. I have no idea how they work but I do know that a simple thought from me sends you into hell. Now remove your top.”

 

With Scully’s mind a whirl her captor’s instruction simply failed to register with her and before she knew it she was once again down on her hands and knees moaning in pain. “Take off your top, slut,” Harold continued in a calm voice. “Now.”

 

Scully struggled quickly to her feet and slipped her plain cotton top over her head and dropped it on top of the jacket on the other side of the bars. “Good girl,” said her abductor, smiling as he took in his latest pet’s perfect tits, encased in a lacy black bra. The psychological profile that he had had prepared on this latest acquisition had indicated that there was a strong possibility that Dana Scully was a latent slut and her choice of underwear was one piece of evidence that appeared to confirm this.

 

“Now, where was I? Ah yes, your implant. As I said, just a thought from me causes you suffering. A great deal of suffering. And I will think that thought over and over again unless I get obedience. Instant, unquestioning obedience. Nod your head if you understand.”

 

Despite being partially in shock due to her ordeal Scully still had just about enough of her wits about her to nod dumbly. Alien technology? Had Mulder been right all these years? And, most important of all, why had she been given an implant? What plans did her captors have for her?

 

Before she could continue with this terrifying train of thought, as though able to read her mind (and perhaps he could!), her abductor then said: “So, I suppose you’d like to know why you have been taken.” Scully could only nod dumbly once more in response to this.

 

“Very good indeed,” noted her captor with a smile. “Well, my pet, you have been abducted not by some lone nut who has left a convenient chain of clues that will lead the FBI right to you, oh no. You have been taken by a very large, well organised group of powerful men who have captured innumerable women in the past and who have gotten away with it every time. We left no clues when we took you and if, by some freak chance, the investigation that your partner Mulder and assistant director Skinner will undoubtedly launch starts getting too close to home, we have the power to destroy FBI computer records, cause evidence to disappear, witnesses to change their stories, and so forth. Rest assured, you are ours for life now.”

 

As her captor paused for breath Scully allowed the horror of what he had told her to sink in. In her years spent investigating the X files with Mulder she had more than once come across evidence of a conspiracy of men, a government within a government, who were effectively above the law and the dreadful suspicion that it was these men who had arranged for her kidnapping began to gnaw at her.

 

“And our plans for you are as follows,” Scully’s trainer continued. “The rich and powerful men who own and control our organisation have little time for such ridiculous concepts as freedom and democracy for all. Many of them enjoy owning female human pets and you, my dear, have been acquired for that very purpose. I hope that you are savouring this conversation we are having - it will be the last time in your life that anyone addresses you as a human being. From this moment on you will be trained to be an obedient bitch puppy, willing and eager to serve its master in any way required. You will not believe it possible now, of course, but your spirit will be completely broken and your personality totally re-modelled. In just a few short weeks you will be a willing slutpet, hungry for your owner’s cock, with all thoughts of escape and disobedience gone from your mind. Now, remove your skirt.”

 

Once again Scully hesitated, as the utter horror of her situation began, slowly, to sink into her but another short burst of pain soon had her sliding her knee length skirt down to her ankles, revealing to her appreciative audience of one a pair of hold up black stockings and a pair of black lace panties that matched her bra.

 

Scully’s captor was then silent for a few moments as he drank in the amazing view. Yes, he thought to himself, the psychological profilers were definitely right. Any woman who wore underwear like that but, at the same time, appeared to have no sex life at all, was definitely a repressed slut. And, under his guidance, that horny little beast would soon be coming out to play. Scully stood there before him awkwardly, too scared to move or try to speak. Her captor noted approvingly how well the high heels that she habitually wore matched her now skimpy outfit. She truly was a beauty – the senior shadow government figure who had ordered her abduction certainly had excellent taste, he thought to himself. “Now, time to begin teaching this bitch a proper lesson in obedience,” Harold said to himself as he took a step closer to the bars that separated him from his helpless captive…

The Subjugation of Scully

 

Chapter Six

 

“Grasp your hands together with your fingers entwined,” the trainer told Scully. “And then put your hands behind your head.” A by now thoroughly terrified FBI agent complied more or less instantly. “Now take a step forward,” her tormenter continued and his new pet did so straight away, until her tits were almost touching the bars that separated them.

 

“No, not quite like that,” Harold said, reaching through the bars and moving Scully’s hands from the top of her head to a position where they were clasped together at the nape of her neck. She flinched slightly at the first touch of her captor but was too paralysed with fear to pull away properly. “Now, push your elbows backwards as far as they will go… Good girl, now stand with your legs about two feet apart… Excellent, now look down at the floor. Never make eye contact with me or anyone else in charge of your training without permission.”

 

With Scully now suitably posed, Harold took a step backwards to survey his latest plaything once more. Normally he waited until his new pet in training was stripped completely naked before teaching the animal some basic display positions but the red-headed bitch in front of him looked so alluring in a combination of skimpy black lace lingerie and three inch heels that this time he decided to break his own rule.

 

“This is position one, or ‘display’,” Scully’s trainer explained. “Whenever anyone commands you to ‘adopt position one’ or ‘display’, you will instantly pose yourself in this fashion. Do you understand?”

 

Once more, Scully nodded dumbly, a look of utter misery on her face. Harold then pulled a small walkie-talkie out of his jacket pocket and spoke into the device, “Send in Sugar now please.”

 

A few seconds later there was a click and the door behind Scully’s trainer opened and a young woman carrying a tray walked into the cell. Scully gasped in astonishment at the sight – not least because she recognised the woman. Her name was Margaret Johansen and she was one of the women whose mysterious disappearance Scully and Mulder had been investigating prior to the FBI agent’s abduction.

 

Scully’s mind raced to remember as much about Margaret Johansen’s background as possible. She had been a lawyer, a rising star in the legal firmament, having won several high profile cases where powerful captains of industry and politicians had had their careers ruined after having been found guilty of sexual harassment in the workplace. But then one day she had simply vanished.

 

And now, here she was, obviously a fellow captive in this madhouse. The young woman who had just entered Scully’s cell was completely naked apart from a pair of six inch high heels and a black leather dog collar around her throat and the redhead noted that the report’s of Johansen’s beauty had not been exaggerated – she was simply stunning. Nearly six foot tall in her heels, she had ash blond hair that fell nearly to her waist, a magnificent pair of gravity-defying tits and legs that went on forever.

 

“Put the tray on the floor and adopt position one,” Harold told the naked blond. The voluptuous slut did so immediately and was soon posed in exactly the same manner as Scully in a position that displayed her many charms to maximum effect and allowed her owner full access to any part of her body that he wished to play with.

 

“I think I see from your expression that you recognise Sugar here,” Harold said to Scully. “Or, rather, to be more precise, the independent human being that Sugar used to be before she was allowed to benefit from my training programme.”

 

Harold moved to stand in front of the posing blond and gently slipped his hand between her legs. “She’s been with us just about six months now and is almost ready to be delivered to her new owner, who just so happens to be one of the wealthy industrialists whose life she made rather more difficult with her endless sexual harassment lawsuits. I understand that he intends to keep her in the same kennel as his German Shepard, Bruno.”

 

As he spoke the pet trainer began to gently stroke the tall blond bitch’s pussy and in just a few seconds this treatment brought forth a low moan of lust from the animal being handled.

 

“How in the name of God can she react that way?” Scully asked herself, gazing in amazement at the scene playing out before her. “She’s just been told that she is to be handed over to some sadist who intends to keep her in a cage with a dog but all she can do in response is get off on some pervert who’s stroking her cunt.”

 

“I know you don’t believe it now,” the pet trainer said, turning away from his blond bitch back towards Scully. “But in just a few short weeks you will be every bit as responsive to the touch of your superiors.”

 

At this Scully wanted to shout, to scream her independence but she had already had enough shocks from her slave implant to understand how futile and painful such defiance would be. So she continued to stand there, posed like some ten dollar lap dancer, her shame and humiliation burning through her cheeks.

 

Harold returned to stand once more before his new redheaded plaything, amazed at the level of self control that she was able to exert. Most new pets had descended into blind panic long before this and had to be shocked almost into unconsciousness in order to bring them back into line. But this one was a clever one, and a brave one. She hadn’t panicked. She had clearly understood that obvious signs of resistance would be a complete and extremely painful waste of time and had decided to play along, for the time being.

 

The human animal trainer pondered this situation for a moment. A slut who co-operated more or less fully from the beginning of its training was both easier and yet, in some ways, more difficult to tame. The ones who fought the hardest were, in actual fact, often the easiest ones to bring to the state of total, unquestioning obedience that was required of them. It was a simple question of Pavlovian conditioning. Inflict enough pain on a bitch and the obedience required to make the pain go away becomes instinctive. Couple this negative conditioning with mind-blowing orgasms when the slut is well-behaved and you soon have an eager little pet on your hands. Clever sluts like Scully, who appeared to be much more docile and submissive on the surface, however, were often much harder to break because their superficial level of obedience kept their lives relatively pain-free and gave them more time to think, to plan defiance and, ultimately, escape.

 

“Still,” Harold thought to himself. “No slut has ever outfought or outthought me yet, no matter how hard they have tried. And my 100% success rate ain’t going to be broken by this cunt!”

 

While her tormentor had been musing Scully had spent her time gazing at the floor, as instructed, and taking in the contents of the tray that the tall blond woman had brought into the cell a few minutes earlier. This contained a pair of six inch high heel shoes, identical to the ones the blond was wearing, a black leather dog collar that was, again, exactly the same as the one being worn by the former lawyer, and two dog feeding bowls, one of which appeared to contain water and the other some kind of formless mush.

 

“Now, my pet, I want that bra off you,” said Harold, snapping out of his reverie and returning to the task at hand. “Take it off, drop it onto the rest of your clothes and resume your display position.” Scully did so immediately, despite the yawning chasm of fear in the pit of her stomach as her tits were revealed for the first time.

 

“Excellent,” her trainer continued, after a few more seconds of delighted contemplation of the succulent flesh now seductively displayed in front of him. “Now I want you to turn around 180 degrees and pull down your panties. Drop them on the pile too and then resume your position once more, except this time facing away from me.”

 

At this Scully nearly baulked but just stopped her involuntary rebellion in time and was soon revealing her perfect, apple-shaped ass cheeks to her ecstatic abductor. “Memo to self,” Harold thought, as the sight of Scully’s truly luscious ass almost caused him to faint, as most of the blood in his body rushed into his prick. “Must make sure that I am the one who gives her her first ass fucking.” Then, without a word, he picked up the six inch heels from the tray and slid them through the bars. “Your shoes off, these ones one,” he ordered peremptorily.

 

Once Scully was suitably shod her trainer ordered her to turn around once more and drop her hands to her side. Then he picked up the dog collar from the tray and, slowly, began to buckle it around the kidnapped FBI agent’s neck. As he did so he gazed deeply into the redhead’s eyes. This act was hugely symbolic for the pet trainer and probably the moment he enjoyed best in the whole taming process. Looking into Scully’s eyes he saw fear and hatred but he knew that, one day soon, these emotions would be replaced by lust and adoration.

 

“There, that’s better,” he said, standing back to admire his handiwork. “Now resume position one.” Scully obeyed and then stood there, in the classic display position of the slave-bitch, heeled, collared and available for use. “Time to teach you another position,” Harold said, after another few moments spent allowing himself the luxury of drinking in the magnificent view. “When I say ‘down’ or ‘position two’ you drop down onto all fours, legs well apart, gazing down at the floor as usual. Now, bitch, ‘down’.”

 

Scully complied with the instruction and, once she was in place, her trainer pushed the two dog feeding bowls from the tray towards her. “You won’t be aware of this because you have, of course, spent quite a while unconscious lately, but it is quite late in the evening now and your first proper training session will have to wait until tomorrow morning,” her owner explained. “So first of all you will eat and drink and then get a good night’s sleep, because I can assure you that tomorrow will be VERY hard work for you.”

 

Scully gazed down at the two dog bowls. She knew, without being told, that she was expected to eat and drink like an animal, without using her hands, and so, temporarily broken by her ordeal, without further ado she began to do so. The mush in one bowl tasted like… well, mush, and the contents of the other bowl was simply water. Suddenly realising how ravenously hungry she was Scully wolfed down the contents of the two bowls in just a few seconds, much to the delight of her captor, who had noted approvingly how she had not needed to be told how to eat and drink like a little bitch.

 

“Now go and relieve yourself,” Harold said, nodding in the direction of the litter tray. At this Scully once again almost baulked. After all the humiliation she had suffered since this sick pervert had entered her life the idea of going to the bathroom in front of him was somehow the worst thing that he could have suggested. Her owner noted this, however, and for the first time in quite a while activated her implant, sending her writhing to the floor in agony. “Remember, slut, no thinking or defiance, just obedience,” he admonished, and Scully was soon scuttling across her cell to squat over the litter tray in the corner.

 

“Good bitch,” her trainer crooned once she had finished. “Now, lie down in this,” he added, pulling out a thin blanket from one of his jacket pockets and pushing it through the bars. Scully did so, although the rough material of the blanket appeared to be hardly preferable to sleeping on the hard concrete of the floor.

 

Scully’s captor continued to watch her as she curled up in the blanket, while the naked blond pet who had brought in the tray continued to stand as posed, looking down at the floor with no apparent interest in Scully or, indeed, her owner. “What is he waiting for?” Scully asked herself, before noticing that she was suddenly feeling extremely sleepy. “It’s the food, they’ve drugged the food,” she thought, before slipping into blissful unconsciousness.

 

Chapter Seven

 

Wade Davies surveyed the clipboard he was holding. “Redheaded bitch in cell 26 – take to training room B and administer first fucking in captivity,” the orders he had just picked up from the trainer dispatch room said. He whistled to himself as he strolled down the corridor towards his prey. He too, like Harold Sheep, was an ex-military man who had discovered that the job of abducting and training young women as sex slaves was right up his street.

 

“Send slut Honey to training room B with the following equipment,” he said, speaking into a walkie-talkie pulled out of a jacket pocket, before reeling off a list of items that he thought he might need to bring this new puppy into line. Entering cell 26 he discovered a slut still fast asleep – which wasn’t at all unusual given the quantity of tranquilliser she had consumed with her evening meal last night. But that didn’t mean that he could waste half the morning waiting for her to wake up of her own volition. “Time to wake up bitch,” he shouted, which brought Scully back into her current world of pain with an abrupt start. Sitting up the FBI agent moaned in fear as the events of the previous evening came rushing back. “No talking!” Wade warned, although, to be fair, the bitch had not actually showed any signs that she wanted to communicate in anything resembling human speech. “Use your litter tray right away and then we’ll be off.”

 

Scully sat for a few moments, her head bowed in misery as the knowledge that what had happened to her the previous day had not been just a terrible nightmare. Then, once again accepting that obedience was undoubtedly the most practical option for the foreseeable future, she squatted over the litter tray until her bowels were empty.

 

“Crawl over to the door of the cage on all fours,” her new tormentor said, and Scully quickly obeyed. Wade then produced a key from his pocket and unlocked the door in the bars that divided Scully’s cell into two. He then produced a dog leash from another pocket and bent down and attached it to Scully’s collar.

 

“Now, just in case you’ve forgotten any of your basic instructions from yesterday, there is to be no talking and instant obedience to any order given to you, do you understand?” Scully’s latest trainer asked her. The redhead nodded dumbly in acceptance, wondering bleakly to herself if this simple act was to be the only way in which she would be allowed to express a thought or opinion ever again. “Excellent,” said Wade, smiling, before giving a sharp tug on Scully’s leash and leading the petite bitch puppy out of her cell and towards her fate.

 

As the pair walked along the corridor outside her cell, Scully forced herself to stay calm and try and learn as much about her surroundings as possible. The corridor appeared to contain about 30 cells, 15 to a side. The far wall was just that, a wall, with no doors or other features, whilst she was being led towards a set of metal bars that appeared to lead to another corridor that ran perpendicular to the first. It was, in fact, just like any other jail, she thought. Her trainer opened a door in the bars with a key and then locked it again behind them. After a short walk (although Scully’s knees were already beginning to hurt since she was not, of course, at all used to crawling around on all fours) they then entered a room that had ‘training room B’ on the door, she noted.

 

Inside the room was a tableau that instantly etched itself permanently on Scully’s brain. The room they had entered appeared to be a bizarre hybrid of torture chamber, doctor’s surgery and gymnasium and, in addition to numerous pieces of equipment, it also contained a naked Oriental woman, posed with her hands clasped behind her neck and her legs spread wide in what the FBI agent was rapidly learning was the natural position of a well-trained and obedient slut. And once again, Scully realised with a start, it was the case that she recognised the petite Asian because she had also been on the list of female abductees whose disappearance the FBI had been investigating. She was (or had been, Scully reminded herself ruefully) one of the most successful young business people in the country. Chee Moon-Leng, that was her name, Scully thought. She had dropped out of high school at 16 but that hadn’t stopped her making her first million by the time she was 20 and at 25 she had been heading rapidly towards her first billion, due in large part to an aggressive style of management and ball-breaking deal making that had made her no friends in the traditional, male-dominated business establishment. But then she had gone on a sailing holiday and had simply never come back. And now here she was, just another puppy in the kennel of bitches being kept by the shadowy government organisation that Scully had once sworn to destroy.

 

Scully’s train of thought was broken by a sharp tug on her leash, however, as her trainer ordered her up and into the kind of chair used by doctors for gynaecological examinations – but with one important difference. This chair, as Scully soon discovered, had leather straps that were soon used by her captor to restrain the FBI agent’s wrists and ankles.

 

Fear had become a virtually permanent companion to Scully since her capture but she felt a deeper pang of dread at being restrained for the first time. What agonies did these bastards have planned for her now?

 

“You start working on her tits whilst I get her shaved,” she heard her captor say to the young Oriental who had remained silent and motionless whilst Scully was restrained in the examination chair. The naked Asian slut then came over and looked down into Scully’s eyes. The redhead looked back into the dark brown almond shaped pools and saw none of the anger and fear that should have been there but saw, instead, an expression of pure lust.

 

“Quickly now, Honey, get to work, those tits look like they are in desperate need of some stimulation” Wade admonished, and the former businesswomen tore her gaze away from Scully’s and began to contemplate her heaving bosom instead.

 

Scully had never had any lesbian experiences and had never even dreamt of having her breasts handled by another women. Her tits had, indeed, only ever been fondled by the extremely small group of long-term lovers that she had had and their generally inexpert maulings had not left her with the impression that her breasts were a particularly responsive erogenous zone. As the Asian slut bent forward and took a nipple gently into her mouth Scully was, therefore, astonished to feel a sensation of pure pleasure run through her body. As she worked the nipple of Scully’s left tit into her mouth, Honey reached her left hand round and began to gently fondle the redhead’s right breast, sending more shockwaves of pleasure through the restrained women’s body.

 

“I can’t be enjoying this,” Scully thought to herself, desperately trying to maintain her sanity as she was erotically caressed by the naked Oriental. This is rape. Women don’t enjoy rape. And I’m not a lesbian. I don’t want to be touched by another women. I can’t be enjoying this.”

 

It became harder and harder for Scully to concentrate on these thoughts, however, as the flawless and succulent flesh of her firm tits was expertly manipulated by a slut who was a true expert in how to arouse women and who had been extensively trained to devote her entire being to bringing pleasure to another, when necessary, with no thought for her own satisfaction.

 

Wade looked on, smiling, as he detected the very first signs of a mental crisis in Scully that would, one day soon, bring her to the very brink of surrender. He recalled the words of his teacher, back when he himself was being trained as a slutmaker. “Women in modern society are brainwashed virtually from birth to believe that physical pleasure in a sexual act is impossible without consent,” his tutor had explained. “And the shock to the psyche that they experience when we begin to demonstrate to them that this is not actually the case is one of the most important weapons we have. Once a pet in training realises that we can make her cum, and cum, and cum again, whether or not she wants us to, she begins to doubt the image of herself that has been imposed by society. ‘Maybe it’s true, maybe I really am a perverted little slut,’ she begins to think to herself and that thought is often the hole in the dyke that we can use to bring the dam to the point of bursting.”

 

Looking down at the amazingly erotic sight of the naked Oriental pet expertly teasing the titflesh of the bound woman, Wade noted with glee that the expression on Scully’s face was exactly what it should be at this stage in her training. The undoubtedly pleasurable physical sensations that she was experiencing were, somewhat paradoxically, causing extreme mental anguish in the soon-to-be-obedient pet bitch. “And this conflict is being produced just from a little tit action,” Wade thought to himself. “Now, I think it’s time to introduce myself to this cunt’s cunt.” And, with that, he strolled around to the far end of the examination chair where FBI Special Agent Dana Scully’s naked pussy lay exposed and helpless, completely at the mercy of her captors. And they, of course, had no mercy…

Chapter Twelve

 

Harold was used to having an erection. Hell, his prick had been virtually permanently rock hard ever since he had first begun to tame reluctant young ladies. The rod that he currently sported was, however, something else. He, alongside several other pet trainers, had witnessed Scully’s very first fucking in captivity from the administration block via the CCTV cameras that monitored activity in every room within the training complex.  And the show that the slut had put on for them as she had writhed and wriggled whilst impaled on the cock of the senior shadow government figure who had taken advantage of his seniority to be the first man to fuck her since she had been abducted had been truly awesome.

 

Every woman taken and tamed by the organisation that Harold worked for was ‘persuaded’ to experience mind-blowing orgasms after some training, of course, but the slutmaker couldn’t recall any of the previous several hundred young ladies that he had ‘taken under his wing’ cumming so hard on just their first full day of training. No, Rusty the new slut was something very special, Harold thought to himself, and it was time to treat himself.

 

When he had stripped the little redheaded sex monkey for the very first time Harold had sworn to himself that he would be the one to give the slut her first assfucking and, as the cameras revealed that her rapist had dressed himself and left the room, without so much as a word to his now defeated victim, he decided that there was no time like the present. “After all,” he thought to himself. “We don’t want to run the risk of some other bigwig coming in here and claiming that prize for himself, now do we?” Throwing certain essential items into a holdall, therefore, Harold virtually ran towards the room where Scully still lay on the floor, her ass raised skywards, immobile apart from the uncontrollable sobs that coursed through her body.

 

The fact that her rapist had, with his conquest of her cunt now complete, dressed and left the room, leaving her alone, had just about registered on Scully’s mind but she was quite unable to move, to rise from her demeaning position on the floor with her head lowered and her backside offered up for use. The strongest orgasm she had ever experienced, along with the revelation of what that might mean about her true self, had sent her into a state of shock and she found herself unable to do anything apart from stare at the floor and think. “They’ve forced me to let another woman lick my pussy, and I liked it,” she thought. “They’ve forced me to suck a man’s cock and swallow his cum and I liked it. They’ve forced me to bend over like a naughty schoolgirl up before the headmaster and receive a beating, and I liked it. They forced me to accept the prick of that disgusting old pervert up my cunt and, may God have mercy on me, I liked it. So what am I? What the fuck am I? How can I possibly be drawing pleasure of any kind from these experiences? I have been abducted. Raped. I am a free women. An independent human being. A medical doctor. An FBI agent. I have a mind. And a damn fine one at that. And free, independent women don’t get off on being kidnapped and raped. Yes, some women may have rape fantasies but surely no modern female actually wants rape to happen, or enjoys it when it does. That ‘s just a sick fantasy dreamt up by inadequate, delusional males. Women do not enjoy rape.”

 

“Except you, you fucking nymphomaniac slut,” a voice within Scully’s mind answered her. “Can you deny that your captors are making you cum harder than any of the men with whom you voluntarily had sex could manage? Can you deny that the orgasms they are drawing out of you are, in fact, more intense than any pleasure you had previously though was even possible? You are a slut, a nympho, the stereotypical submissive sex machine of every man’s fantasy. Why deny it to yourself?”

 

“Shut up, shut up,” Scully screamed, rising from her prostrate position and clutching her hands to the sides of her head. “I’m Dana Katherine Scully, FBI special agent and medical doctor. I’m not a slut. “These people are abusing me, torturing me, playing mind games with me… but I won’t give in. I am Dana Katherine Scully. I am Dana Scully. I am Dana Scully…”

 

Scully’s torment was, temporarily, broken up by an almost apologetic cough from the doorway. “Now slut, I’m pretty sure that you understood that talking with permission, even to yourself, would not be tolerated,” said the trainer who had left her alone with her elderly rapist just a few minutes previously. “Bad bitch!” he admonished, simultaneously knocking Scully off her feet with just a thought by activating her implant. “I will have you silent.”

 

On previous occasions Scully had soon learnt to obey anyone capable of inflicting the ultimate agony on her that the alien technology could produce but this time the sheer terror that coursed through her veins made the rational decision to submit rather than suffer impossible.

 

“No!” she screamed, rising to her feet again and hurling herself bodily towards her tormenter. “I’m Dana Scully, I’m…” Another burst of beyond-pain literally lifted her off her feet and deposited her once more on the floor but, once again, she rose and began to stagger towards the slutmaker standing in the doorway. “I’m Dana…”. A third burst of agony send her spiralling to the brink of unconsciousness but something within her refused to accept the comforting presence of blackness and made her push herself up onto her knees again. “I’m Dana Scully,” she mumbled, almost to herself, as she began to try and crawl towards the monster who was responsible for her suffering.

 

Harold was impressed. Not many sluts in training could withstand three consecutive blasts of implant-induced pain and still be capable of any serious attempt at motion, not even the rather pathetic crawling that was all that Rusty could currently manage. “Yes,” he thought to himself, “training this one is going to be an absolute joy.” As he contemplated the mumbling, suffering woman attempting to reach him on all fours the slaver knew with absolute certainty the his latest bitch represented the best of both worlds from the pet trainer’s point of view. “Intellectually, she really is one of the most stubborn, independent, intelligent human beings I’ve ever met,” his internal musing continued. “Breaking a spirit like that would be an act of nothing more than vandalism were it not for one thing – she is also a true slut. She may have repressed this side of her personality all of her life – she may well be quite unaware that it even exists. But it’s there and I am going to use it to get Dana Scully to tame herself. Yes, that’s it, I am going to show her, in graphic detail, exactly what she is. And then, one day, once she has learnt that the truth isn’t ‘out there’, it’s in her soul, and it isn’t particularly pretty, she will surrender to me.”

 

Harold’s reverie was then interrupted by the fact that Scully had very nearly succeeded in reaching his feet. She was as weak as a kitten, however, and so the pet trainer, dropping the holdall that he had been carrying, simply reached out and grasped the leather collar that the redhead had had buckled around her neck since she had been forcibly stripped the previous evening. Giving the collar a sharp tug, the ex-Marine soon had Rusty slumped full-length on the floor and, moving with surprising speed for such a large man, Harold then moved to straddle the helpless woman, sitting down on her lower back facing her head.

 

He then grasped the head of the struggling slut beneath him and reintroduced her mouth to the red ballgag that was starting to become an almost constant companion to her suffering. Scully’s arms and legs thrashed pitifully at her sides as she was once again comprehensively silenced but that was by no means the end of her trainer’s plans for her. Reaching again into his holdall Harold withdrew two long tubes of leather. Grasping Scully’s right arm he soon managed to work one of the tight-fitting sleeves onto her hand and up towards her armpit. The end of the leather sleeve was a fingerless mitten and metal D-rings were attached to the garment at wrist and elbow.

 

Repeating the process with her left arm, Harold soon had both of Rusty’s upper limbs encased in skin tight leather. He then forced her left arm back behind her back and across towards her right side until he was able to clip her left wrist ring onto her right elbow ring. Once the process had been repeated in mirror image, so that the D-ring on the right wrist of Scully’s bondage was firmly attached to the elbow ring of her left armholder, the slutmaker sat back for a second to review his handiwork.

 

The bitch beneath him was now utterly helpless, with her arms restrained behind her and her lower half unable to move because of the presence of a rather large male presence pinning her down. Harold then rose temporarily, only to resume his position astride Scully’s ass but this time facing towards her feet. Reaching once more into the bag, this time he drew out a stout stainless steel bar, about three feet long, with stout leather cuffs at each end.

 

Scully continued to try and kick her legs feebly but it was hardly a contest as Harold attached one end of the spreader bar to the helpless redheaded slut’s left thigh, just about her knee, and then, after firmly prizing her legs apart, repeated the process with her right thigh.

 

Rusty’s trainer then rose and headed towards a well stocked drinks cabinet set into one wall of the room where he intended to introduce his helpless captive to a whole new sensation. Pouring himself a large shot of bourbon he turned once more towards his victim. Scully’s attempted assault on him a few minutes previously had got her body almost to the room’s door and that wasn’t where he wanted her at all, so grasping her thrashing feet he dragged the moaning woman over towards one of the room’s several couches and positioned her so that her head was facing the sofa. He then picked up his drink and sat, gazing down at the bound female beneath him.

 

“My, you do have spirit, don’t you?” he said, staring into Scully’s wonderful eyes as he did so and seeing in them, for the very first time since her capture, no emotion more complex than terror. All of the disgust, all of the cunning, all other emotions other than simple fear had, for the time being, departed. The profile of Scully that Harold had had prepared before her abduction had indicated that it was highly likely that she had ever indulged in anything resembling bondage with her previous sexual partners. Scully’s sex life before her kidnapping had, in fact, as far they had been able to determine, been quite spectacularly dull.

 

Harold wondered idly how it must feel to be so helpless, tightly bound and lying at the feet of a man who could and would do anything to your body that he wished. Reaching once more for his bag of tricks the trainer then produced a small vibrating dildo and a tube of lubricant and placed them on the floor in front of Rusty. Scully’s eyes flickered downwards, incomprehension on her face. What was she thinking, Harold wondered. Was she expecting to be raped in her cunt once again.

 

“They’re for your ass, little one,” he said, looking into his pet’s eyes and noting with satisfaction how they widened in shock at the news. “ I could just shove my prick right in, of course, but that would probably hurt you too much for you to enjoy the experience, so I’m going to give you the benefit of a little preparation first. And then I’m going to stick my prick up your ass, good and hard.”

 

Bound and helpless as she was this information brought forth a renewed burst of struggling from Scully but this was, of course, to no avail. No, the slut was going to take it up her beautiful little backside for the first time and there was not a thing she could do to prevent it.

 

Harold began to smear lubricant on the dildo, humming quiet to himself as he did. Scully continued to writhe ineffectually as he did.

 

Due to the temporary lull in proceedings the panic that had caused her so much grief earlier began to fall back to a more manageable level of fear, however, and Scully was, at least temporarily, able to think with a reasonable degree of rationality once more. “Alright, don’t panic,” she thought to herself. “He’s going to fuck you up the ass but for some reason he doesn’t want you to suffer. It’ll just be a rather unpleasant sensation, like being examined by a proctologist, nothing too much to worry about. Just stay calm.”

 

His work lubricating the dildo complete, Harold then moved around to Rusty’s forcibly spread rear end. “This will go much easier if you relax your buttocks,” he said, talking to the back of the head of his restrained victim. Scully, resigned to her fate, realised the sense in these words and actually did her best to obey.

 

As the tense muscles beneath his hands eased visibly, which he noted with a smile, Harold took aim with the dildo at the awesomely tight little rosebud that stared up at him and began to push. Scully tensed involuntarily at the first touch of the cool sex toy but tried to force herself to relax as her torturer relentless pushed it in further, and further, and further.

 

Harold then selected a remote control from his holdall and resumed his position sitting on the sofa looking down on the freshly impaled Rusty. Taking a sip of his bourbon he then pushed a button on the remote. Scully started as the anal intruder that she had recently succumbed to began to vibrate but once again forced herself to remain calm. Despite her strict bondage and despite the fact that she had just had a foreign body inserted up her ass for the very first time she was not in any real discomfort at present. In fact…

 

“Oh fuck no, not again!” Scully’s mind screamed at her as, as once again, horror descended. Because the gentle vibration within her tight little bottom wasn’t hurting at all. Quite the opposite, in fact. It was nice. The thin membrane that separated her anal passage from her cunt was being quite deliciously stimulated by the presence of the well-lubricated toy and once again Scully’s nervous system was reporting back to base with sensations that could in no way be described as painful or unpleasant.

 

Reaching down, Harold put his hand under Rusty’s chin and forced the captive slut to raise her head and look him in the eye. If he was right about this horny little slut, and he knew that he was, then about now it would be dawning on her that yet another episode of enforced kinky sex was about to produce sensations that before too long she would really, really need in the way that a long-term heroin addict really, really needs that next fix of junk.

 

Scully, once again, began to struggle feebly as the anal intruder relentless continued to stimulate her back passage, although her trainer could not tell yet whether this was because of lust or loathing. Truth be told, of course, it was at this stage a bit of both but as time passed the unmistakeable flush of arousal appeared to Scully’s face as the man who was dominating her played with the remote control, altering the frequency of vibration to exert the maximum possible influence on the woman in tight leather bondage beneath him.

 

“Excellent,” said her trainer, smiling down at his captive cunt. “Now, if I remove your gag are you going to be a good little girl and suck my cock?” Flushing an ever-darker red Rusty acknowledged her acceptance with the smallest of nods and Harold needed no further encouragement. Taking one last gulp of bourbon, he soon unzipped his pants to reveal a penis that was hardly in need of oral stimulation to bring it to full tumescence.

 

The slutmaker then reached behind Scully’s head and unbuckled the ballgag. He was half expecting her to try and speak again and was extremely pleased when, instead of attempting speech, her only response to being ungagged was to silently open her mouth wide.

 

Harold took full advantage of the opportunity that this offered but only for a few seconds. His self-control was legendary amongst the other trainers in the slutmaking complex but he soon realised that if he allowed himself too much time in the whore’s mouth he would not be able to do what he had come into the room to do in the first place.

 

Moving to behind Scully, therefore, he pulled her hips up and back towards his raging hard-on. Removing the still vibrating dildo with one hand he guided his prick into the still lubricated anal entrance with the other.

 

At the first taste of an erect male penis in her ass Scully gasped in pain. “No, don’t, it hurts,” she managed to pant out before her rapist reached round and cupped a hand over her nose and mouth. “Mfffff,” was all that Scully could now say as the prick that was spreading her bottom began to saw in and out. “Silence, slut,” Harold commanded, but in a surprisingly gentle voice. “Just relax and enjoy the ride.”

 

It suddenly occurred to what was left of the rational part of Scully’s mind just how exhausted she was. Had it really been only that very morning that her training had begun? How many mind-blowing orgasms had been coaxed out of her since then? Wouldn’t it be better just to relax, to give in, just for a while, just until she could get some strength back and regroup?

 

With these weasel words the section of her mind that wanted to surrender won a temporary victory over the remainder of her psyche and Rusty relaxed, allowing her body to get into the rhythm of her first ass fucking. After just a couple of minutes, however, she recognised the unmistakeable groans of a horny man about to come and, sure enough, before she knew it, her trainer had dumped his load into her ass.

 

But she hadn’t had time to cum herself. She heard her rapist sigh with contentment as he withdrew and zipped himself up. But she hadn’t had time to cum herself. “Scully looked over her shoulder and up at the man who had just violated her. “Please…” was all she could say, in a very quiet voice. “Please what, little one?” her torturer asked, in an amused tone. “What can I do for you?”

 

“Please… Sir, I need to cum,” Scully confessed, blushing so deeply as she did so that her skintone almost matched that of her hair. “Can you please make me cum.”

 

“Well, yes, little pet, I can make you cum,” Harold replied, trying hard to contain his exultation. “But I’ll only do it if you tell me what you are.”

 

There was a pause. A long moment of silence. And then, almost too quiet to be heard, a voice: “I’m a slut.”

 

Harold pulled Rusty’s head up by the chin once again. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,” he said. “Say again.”

 

“I’m a slut, Sir,” Scully said again, this time so loud it was almost a shout. “You can fight back tomorrow,” the now dominant voice within her mind said. “Later. Once you have got you strength back. Once you have formulated a proper plan of escape. Once you have had the orgasm you need.”

 

“Yes, bitch, you are,” Scully’s trainer said, smiling. And, with that, he reached down between the bound redhead’s widely spread legs and took hold of a clitoris that was standing out like a rosebud in the first flush of springtime.

 

Scully’s whole body vibrated at this contact and, as the man who was training her began to caress the over-stimulated bundle of nerve endings between her legs, she began to feel the first wave of a by now familiar sensation sweep through her. When the cum hit, Rusty’s whole body arched like a bow about to be fired. Harold ceased his ministrations and gazed down at a body that had unquestionably just been given the ultimate in satisfaction. As he did so, however, he heard another whisper from his helpless pet. “Oh God no, please no,” Scully whispered to herself as her latest orgasm began to subside and rationality returned. “What have I done? What am I becoming?”

 

Harold smiled to himself at this latest victory and began to hum to himself once again as he started to pack up the tools of his trade.

Chapter 13

 

Rendered almost catatonic by her ordeal, Scully put up no resistance as her bondage was removed and she was led back to her cell on a leash, crawling on all fours like a good little bitch puppy. Her evening bowl of mush was waiting for her there and she positively wolfed it down, eager for the relief that oblivion would provide and, sure enough, just a few seconds after finishing her meal she felt the chemically-laced food begin to do its work as she began to slide once more into a very dark pit…

 

… and then awoke. “Come on bitch, up and into position one,” she heard a voice say. “Now!” Looking up from the floor where she had slept Scully saw the man’s whose cock she had been forced to suck the previous day standing on the other side of the bars that divided her cage into two.

 

The previous day!

 

In a flash all of the memories of the hell that she had experienced the day before flooded back into her mind and she moaned in terror. “No” Wade shouted. “No sound. Also, instant obedience.” And, with these words, he activated Scully’s implant and the abused FBI agent soon found herself scrambling to avoid the pain by jumping to her feet and standing with her legs spread wide and her hands clasped behind her neck, as ordered.

 

With the slut posed as required, the pet trainer took his time inspecting the human animal before him, his hands lingering long on its firm, fleshy tits and equally succulent ass. “You put on one hell of a show for us yesterday cunt,” he whispered into Scully’s ear. “We were all very pleased with your performance. Good girl.”

 

Scully flushed bright red at the words of the patronising bastard before her. “They had me off balance yesterday,” she thought to herself. “I didn’t know what to expect from these pricks. But today will be different. Today I’ll be ready for them. Today they can make me do things but they can’t make me enjoy them. I swear to God.”

 

Wade smiled as he observed the internal conflict that was obviously taking place in Rusty’s mind. “They all think they are special, he mused inwardly. “Unique. Better than other women. Other people. But they aren’t. The patterns of thought and behaviour that they exhibit as we begin to train them are really rather depressingly limited. This bitch thinks that if she concentrates really hard she can avoid succumbing to the highly-addictive orgasms that we intend to give her but does she really think she is the first cunt we have ever tamed who tried to resist with every fibre of her being? We have drugs, we have psychology, we have pain – any and all of these can be used to produce any effect in a slut’s mind and body that we desire. And, of course, in this case, we also know that the animal’s own body will betray its mind, if stimulated in the right way.”

 

As he contemplated the futility of Scully’s planned resistance Wade continued to ‘inspect’ her body, bending forward slightly to suckle on her tits, whilst stroking her pussy lips with one hand and running his other gently up and down her back. In spite of her resolve not to submit and the burning hatred that she harboured for her captors Scully was forced to admit that the man handling her certainly knew his way around a woman’s body. She mentally shook her head at the paradox – the small number of men who she had previously had sex with had all done their best to bring her as much pleasure as possible but they had all, without exception, she was forced to admit to herself, been crap. Utterly, completely crap. But this monster in front of her (and now behind her, touching her, stroking her, controlling her!) somehow had the gift of understanding Scully’s body better than even she did. He knew where to touch her and how and when and he was patient and even gentle, provided that she was well behaved and stayed in position as ordered.

 

After several minutes of being handled Scully started to feel a growing warmth in her loins. “No!” she screamed inside, yet again. “No. I won’t enjoy having this monster’s hands on me. Being pawed like this is making me sick to my stomach, not aroused. I hate what is happening to me, I hate what is happening to me, I hate…”

 

Scully’s newfound mantra was stopped, however, by her trainer’s decision that she had apparently had enough stimulation for one session. “Down,” he commanded and, once Scully was on all fours, he attached a leash to her collar and led her out of her cell.

 

Once fed, bathed and shaved, Scully was then subjected to a repeat of the rigorous training session that she had experienced the same time the previous morning with her trainer ordering her to instantly adopt the many provocative positions that she was required to master and punishing her for failure or lack of enthusiasm. “They’re conditioning me like a fucking lab rat,” was about the only conscious thought that Scully had time to think as she was relentlessly drilled in the postures of a well-trained slut.

 

After two hours of hard work Scully’s trainer left the room, only to return minutes later with the Asian slut called Honey in tow. Scully’s heart missed a beat as she recalled how the horny Oriental had licked her pussy and made her cum the previous day. “I won’t enjoy it today,” she began to say to herself. “These bastards aren’t going to beat me. I’m not going to get off on having another woman play with my cunt. I’m not going to let it happen.”

 

Laughing to himself at the expression of determination on his newest pet’s face Wade began to make the necessary preparations for her latest defeat. Scully’s hands were cuffed in front of her and her legs were kept wide apart by a spreader bar attached to her ankles She was then bent over a waist-high pommel horse and her cuffs were attached to an eyebolt in the floor. Thus immobilised, Scully could only await her fate, whilst doggedly reciting her mantra: “I am not going to like this, I hate these bastards and what they are doing to me. I am not going to like this…”

 

“Alright Honey, get to work,” Scully heard her torturer’s voice behind her say. “I want an orgasm out of this slut in under five minutes or you’ll get to spend 24 hours in the hole.”

 

The naked Asian pet jumped quickly to work on hearing these words and was soon subjecting Scully’s cunt to another exquisite tongue bath. Although resolved to resist these ministrations Scully was troubled by something, however. “The hole, what the hell is the hole?” she thought to herself. “If I resist then poor Moon-Leng will be punished and 24 hours of punishment in some place called the hole doesn’t sound like a picnic. Christ, what can I do?”

 

The captive FBI agent’s resolve weakened temporarily as she realised that, in order to avoid subjecting the once successful Asian businesswoman to what sounded like a horrific punishment, she would have to submit and allow herself to be brought to orgasm and, as she did, Honey’s talented tongue made contact with Scully’s clitoris for the first time. “Oh,” Scully moaned, allowing herself to enjoy what was happening to her, just for a moment. But then a second thought occurred to the soon-to-be-slut who still thought of herself as an independent woman with a mind of her own. “My escape plan, I’d forgotten about my escape plan,” she thought, through a rising tide of lust as Honey continued to do what she did best. “I have to convince my captors that I have accepted my fate as a docile pet slut in order to be allowed to roam around this place on my own and find a way out.”

 

“Oh yes,” Scully moaned the next time the tongue working her cunt flickered across her clit. “Oh God yes!” This moan of lust was only partially because the sensations that she was experiencing were undeniably pleasurable, however, because the feisty redhead had hit upon a simple plan to maintain her independence in the face of the determined assault on her sex from her captors: she was going to fake it.

 

Scully’s moans of lust grew progressively louder over the next few minutes and then, when she judged that they were getting dangerously close to the five-minute mark, she let rip. “Oh yeeessssssssss!” she screamed. “I’m cumming!!! Oh Christ Almighty, I’m cumming!!!!!” As she yelled out her faked surrender Scully arched her body the way she had done in earnest the previous evening and then, after holding the pose for a few seconds, slumped into her restraints.

 

Honey the Asian slut sat back on her haunches as Scully went through her performance and when she was done Wade came around to the front of Scully and unhooked her handcuffs from the eyebolt in the floor. Then, sitting on a chair in front of the restrained slut, he pulled Scully’s head up until they were looking into each other’s eyes.

 

“Pathetic,” he said, the disdain obvious in his voice. “You call that a convincing orgasm? You couldn’t convince the fucking Pope that you had just cum with that sort of performance.”

 

Scully gazed back at her captor in shock. She had thought that her pretend orgasm had been utterly convincing but her trainer had seen right through the pretence as though she had been a little girl playing make-believe.

 

“Now, Honey, get back to work,” Wade commanded, holding Scully’s upper body horizontal as he did so by pulling her chin up with one hand and reaching beneath her to fondle a provocative nipple with the other. “And this time Rusty, you deceitful little slut, you will give yourself fully and without restraint or little Honey back there will suffer more pain than you can even imagine.”

 

A chill ran through Scully as she felt her cunt once again begin to experience the touch of the Asian pussylicker. “What the fuck should I do?” she thought desperately to herself. “I swore I wouldn’t allow myself to cum again at the hands of these fiends but if I don’t then the poor creature behind me will be tortured. Can I sacrifice her just because by so doing I might possibly increase my own chances of escape?”

 

As her train of logic reached its inexorable conclusion Scully realised that she was going to have to give in (“Just this one more time,” she thought to herself.) in order both to save the unfortunate Oriental pet from needless suffering and to convince her male torturer that he had won.

 

Forcing herself to relax, therefore, Rusty opened her mind to the delicious sensation of having a truly first-class cuntlapper going to work on her. Honey’s tongue oscillated wonderfully between clit and cunt lips and her delicate Oriental fingers began to insinuate themselves gently deep inside Scully pussy, which actions soon began to draw genuine moans of lust from the helpless redhead.

 

As he sensed that Rusty’s first real orgasm of the day was starting to come closer Wade stroked her hair back from her face and looked deep into her eyes. “That’s right pet, just let it happen,” he crooned. “Resisting does no one any good, now does it? Just let the orgasm happen, let it live, let it breath.”

 

Just as Scully was on the brink of surrendering to her needy cunt, however, her trainer ordered: “Honey, stop,” and the Asian pet did so immediately. “Wha… ?” Scully gasped, gazing up into her abductor’s eyes. “Now ask for it,” he explained. “Beg. And make sure your plea is genuine or Honey gets it.”

 

Scully’s mind froze for what seemed like an eternity to the suffering captive. After having surrendered to the cuntlicking that had brought her to the point of orgasm she really, really did need to cum, and soon. And she didn’t want her fellow victim to suffer on her account. But to beg for the chance to cum? And mean it (because her trainer would surely know if she was lying)?

 

Once again Scully’s highly-trained mind analysed the situation as rationally as circumstances allowed and once again she was forced to conclude that surrender, albeit of a temporary nature, was the only sensible option.

 

“Please, Sir,” she eventually whispered. “Please may I cum?”

 

“Tell me what you are first,” Wade replied as he continued to fondle Scully’s wonderfully perky tits. “I’m a slut, Sir,” the captive redhead beneath him answered promptly, repeating the conversation she had been forced to participate in the previous evening. “Yes, I know that, slut,” Wade laughed. “I want to know what else you are.”

 

Scully paused for a moment, her mind racing, and then: “I’m a bitch, Sir. A whore. A cunt.”

 

“Oh, good girl,” the slutmaker said, smiling, “You are a fast learner. Now, tell me what your name is.”

 

“Oh, you sadistic prick,” thought Scully, but she didn’t say it. There was another pause that seemed to go on forever and then, in a very small voice, the redhead conceded utter defeat. “My name is Rusty, Sir, and I’m your bitch.”

 

The beaten woman then tried to hang her head in shame but her trainer was having none of it and continued to hold her head high, gazing into her eyes and savouring the luxury of such a complete victory.

 

“Honey, come here,” he then said, breaking out of his reverie. “I want you to play kissyface with Rusty here and also see that those nipples get the stimulation they deserve. I think I can take care of this cunt’s other needs.”

 

And, with that, the male trainer and his Asian pet swapped places and Scully soon felt the tip of Wade’s prick pressing against the by now very well lubricated entrance to her cunt. She was then temporarily distracted, however, by the arrival of Honey’s delicate Oriental lips on her face. In spite of all the shameful sexual acts that she had been forced to participate in since her capture there was something horribly intimate about the thought of kissing another woman and Scully tried to move her face away from that of the Oriental slut but Wade noticed this immediately and warned, “Kiss her, Rusty, and with all the enthusiasm you can muster, or you don’t get to cum.”

 

Conceding yet another in what was turning out to be a very long list of defeats, therefore, Scully opened her mouth wide and was soon involved in a serious tongue wresting match with the eager tamed submissive. Once satisfied that his newest trainee was doing what she was told, Wade thrust home. “Christ, what a great cunt!” he shouted as his prick penetrated Rusty’s pussy until it was buried up to the hilt. “I’m going to make sure I fuck you at least once a day, every day, for as long as your training lasts, and I’m sure I won’t be the only one who will need regular access to your charms. You are surely the hottest slut we have ever had in this place. I can’t believe this is only day two of your training.”

 

Scully’s cheeks once again burned in shame at these words but another part of her mind simply didn’t care any more as she felt her latest orgasm begin to rise within her. Her rapist’s prick was by no means on the small side and the sensation of a good hard dick filling up her pussy was producing feelings that would have been of pure joy had it been a lover producing them.

 

“But it isn’t a lover who is getting me off big time, it is a man who is going to turn me into an obedient slut if it is the last thing he does,” the restrained redhead thought to herself through the haze of her rising lust. “Is this really my fate? Is there any way I can escape?? Help me, God, help me please.”

 

Once again, however, the Almighty either did not hear Scully’s plea or chose to ignore it and seconds later yet another tidal wave of orgiastic pleasure hit the bound woman. The contractions in Scully’s womb that this produced set Wade off, in turn, and he shot his seed deep into her cunt with a loud moan of satisfaction.

 

Chapter 14

 

And then Scully’s training continued, except apparently now her owners were happy that she could be relied upon to pose herself on command because the latest session in the re-education of Dana Scully consisted of teaching her to dance. She was led on a leash into a training room that had been mocked up to look like a lap and pole dancing club and, once inside, Scully’s trainer handed her a small bundle of clothing.

 

Scully realised with a start as it became clear that she was supposed to get dressed for her latest ordeal just how quickly she had got used to being naked in the presence of her captors; indeed, the idea of putting clothes on again seemed rather strange. Knowing that she would suffer if she refused, or even hesitated appreciably, however, the abducted FBI agent soon began to dress in the obscene outfit provided, ‘helped’ throughout the process by an eager trainer.

 

Once Scully had been dressed to please her owner led her over to one wall of the training room and had her stand in front of a full-length mirror. The female who looked back at the FBI agent from this mirror was barely recognisable as the poised, intelligent, educated career woman who had been taken into captivity barely three days previously. Scully’s gasped as the reflection revealed a hot and horny slut, dressed in a black lace push-up bra; a microscopically short tartan kilt that did almost nothing to conceal a pair of black thong panties; a pair of black fishnet hold-up stockings and the six inch high heels that she had been forced to wear since her capture. And there was also something else: the old Dana Scully would never have dressed like this in a million years but the reflection looking back at her from the mirror was that of a smouldering slut who was used to getting great sex but was always in the market for more. Scully could, at the moment, have been dumped on any streetcorner or in any seedy bar or ‘dancing’ club and fitted right in.

 

“And now,” Wade said, grinning as he admired the wonderful view, “time to teach you some, shall we say, dance steps. Randi, up!”

 

At this last command a woman who had been kneeling in a far corner of the training room out of Scully’s line of vision leapt to her feet and positively ran over to where her master was standing. Scully noted that this latest pet slut was, yet again, a real beauty with cheekbones sharp enough to cut yourself on and a petite, slender figure that would have most men salivating. She was also dressed in exactly the same outfit as the redhead.

 

“This is your dance teacher, Randi,” Wade explained to his newest pet. “Believe it or not she was once a famous Russian ballet dancer, feted the world over, until one of our most senior members took a fancy to her. She was his personal playing for almost three years until he tired of her and sent her back to this training complex to help with our remedial slut training work.”

 

As the pet trainer spoke Scully stared at the Russian pet standing before her and, as the dominant male casually referred to her capture and use the FBI agent swore that, just for a second, she saw an expression of agony cross the Slavic beauty’s face.

 

“Now, Rusty, little bitch,” Randi here is going to teach you how to dance for the amusement of your betters,” Wade said, gesturing towards the pole in the centre of the room. “By the time we have finished with you, you are going to have learnt so many essential skills. You should really thank us, you know!”

 

Scully’s hatred for the laughing bastard in front of her flared anew at these sarcastic comments but she neither said nor did anything, knowing that obvious resistance would only bring pain.

 

The Russian dance mistress then began to teach her how to strut and strip like a cheap whore whilst an appreciate audience of one whooped and hollered at each successfully accomplished bump and grind, sipping from a bottle of beer as he did so.

 

After an hour of so of basic training, by which time Scully had managed to master the basics but was scarcely performing with the enthusiasm required, Wade decided that it was time to break down another barrier.

 

“Randi, position five,” he commanded and the Russian pet, who was by now completely naked apart from her collar and heels, immediately lay flat on her back with arms and legs spreadeagled. “Now Rusty, you have had your pussy licked several times since we began your training and I think it’s only fair that you began to return some of those favours, especially since Randi here has worked so hard teach you how to be a hot little stripper slut,” Scully’s trainer said, grinning.

 

The redhead felt a dull weight of pain in her gut at this announcement. She had know, of course, that sooner or later she would be ordered to lick another slut’s pussy but it was still a task that she viewed with extreme distaste. “But I must obey,” she thought to herself. “And I must try to make it convincing. At least I won’t cum myself when I’m bringing this Russian bitch off.”

 

And so the once proud Dana Scully got down on her hands and knees and positioned her head between the widely spread thighs of the Russian dance teacher. After a moment’s hesitation she then began to lick at the shaved slit in front of her, noticing as she did that her trainer had joined the two women on the floor and was taking a close interest in proceedings. “That’s it, get into a nice steady rhythm,” he advised as Scully began to lap away and Randi began to moan quietly to herself. “Now move your tongue up a bit and begin to tease this slut’s clit. Now slide a finger inside her cunt.”

 

Scully did as commanded and noticed as she did that the moans of the woman spread beneath her were starting to become both louder and more frequent. Concentrating on the task at hand, Scully felt almost proud of herself – here she was successfully bringing another slave slut off whilst remaining in full control of her faculties.

 

Even as she thought this, however, she felt a hand begin to stroke her thigh. “Now, my pet, you didn’t think that I’d forget your pleasure, did you?” her trainer asked as his hand moved gently up to her cunt. “As you bring Randi here off I am going to ease you steadily towards orgasm and please don’t forget the lesson you learnt this morning – you will give yourself fully and freely because I will be able to tell if you don’t and it will be Randi here who will pay for your crime.”

 

At these words Scully felt something close to total despair. Her captors were completely fucking relentless, she thought, and they were not going to give her an inch. As the moans of the Russian pet became louder Scully tried to concentrate on bringing her off as quickly as possible in order to escape the consequences of yet another enforced orgasm but Wade’s manipulation of Rusty’s cunt and clit was far more skilful than the redheaded pet’s very first attempt to suck off another woman and so soon both bitches were moaning and writhing almost in unison.

 

As her latest orgasm hit Scully felt as though she were on another plane of existence, looking down on the tableau of which she was an integral part from above. She felt controlled. Her tongue was busy lapping at the pussy of another helpless slut. She didn’t want it to but the man behind her had ordered her to do it and she had no alternative but to obey. And this same man was expertly teasing her cunt into complete, abject surrender. She didn’t want him too but, once again, she simply had no choice in the matter. Her options were limited to the point of non-existence. She had to obey. No choice. No alternatives. No hope. Rusty’s latest orgasm was, of course, the strongest yet, something that she wouldn’t have thought was even possible after the truly spectacular cums she had experienced beforehand.

 

Wade looked down at the two satisfied women beneath him, his cock as hard as rock within his pants. He wanted Rusty to satisfy him and he knew, of course, that in this case what he wanted he could have. But first, he thought to himself, I’d like to see the slut dance…

Chapter 18

 

“Right you are,” answered Wade, moving towards a cabinet standing against one of the wall’s of the training room whilst Scully looked up in renewed horror at the face of the woman who had just introduced her to the concept of orgasm through discipline. “Piercing? No, you can’t…” Scully began to plead, before she was abruptly cut off by a burst of agony from her implant. “Silence, slut!” The Countess commanded, as she inflicted a burst of agony on her new pet sufficient to send it to the brink of unconsciousness. “You will speak only when spoken to. And if your owner wishes you to be pierced, or tattooed, or otherwise physically modified in any way then you will accept this with joy in your heart. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes… Mistress,” Scully answered with a heavy heart as she returned from the edge of oblivion. Inside her head a voice kept repeating: “You must do what they say, you must convince them that you are fully obedient. Whatever it takes, you must survive with your sanity intact and work towards escape. Lots of young people nowadays have a few piercings, it’s no big deal. Just submit willingly and get it over with.”

 

And so Rusty was posed in the standard ‘display’ position whilst Wade assembled a trolley adorned with various implements of torture. “We don’t normally begin to physically modify a new slut this early in her training but you are progressing so fast that we have decided you are ready,” Wade explained to the posed pet almost conversationally as he prepared the instruments. “Of course, animals that we keep here permanently or ones that are destined for the auction block we don’t modify at all but your new owner has given us a very specific list of instructions about how your body is to be modified for his pleasure and that includes piercing.”

 

With the preparations complete Wade stood aside, as piercing an unwilling slut was a job that fate had made The Countess a natural for. Picking up a long needle the tall woman approached her prey. “Now, remember, my pet, however much this hurts it is as nothing to the pain that I can inflict via your implant, so you must always stay exactly as posed and make every effort not to scream or cry out. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes Mistress,” Scully responded, through gritted teeth. “You must endure, you must endure,” the voice inside her head kept saying. “You can get through this.”

 

And when it came the pain as Rusty’s left nipple was pierced was less than that of the implant, although it still hurt like hell, and so the posed slut was able to obey her trainer’s command and hold still and silent. “Excellent, good bitch,” Felice whispered as she slid a silver ring through the newly opened hole in her pet’s nipple. “I knew you could take it. Good girl.”

 

For some unaccountable reason Scully felt a small current of pleasure run through her at the praise. “No,” the dissident voice inside her mind tried to tell her. “Don’t respond to praise from these sadists. You are not a pet dog. You do not enjoy being patted on the head.”

 

As Scully’s other nipple was also pierce and ringed, however, The Countess continued to praise the obvious obedience of the slut posed before her, whispering into the pet’s ear how well she was doing and also stroking the belly of the naked woman before her, and a part of Rusty’s mind could not help but be happy that she was pleasing her Mistress. As her septum and navel were also pierced, in order to escape from the pain the captive FBI agent’s mind started to drift off into a fantasy land where she was the pampered pet of a dominant lesbian like The Countess and Scully was reminded once again that she could all too easily imagine herself succumbing totally to the demands and whims of such a Mistress.

 

Only when the woman piercing Scully picked up a new needle from the trolley and bent down between the posed pet’s legs did Rusty’s mind return to full alertness. “Oh Christ, no, they aren’t…” her mind told her, with only pure shock preventing her from bolting. “No, not my…”. At which point pain almost as agonising as a burst from her ‘slave’ implant hit Scully and she almost blacked out. Wade, who had been watching the whole performance closely, admiring the high level of obedience that Rusty had already learnt as he did so, stepped forward to prevent the readheaded bitch toppling over as her legs turned to jelly. “Don’t worry, slut,” he whispered into her ear. “I know it’s agony now but all the sluts that we have given clit-piercings to say that the pain is soon replaced by near continual pleasure. In this, as in all things, what we are doing is for your own good, even though you don’t realise it yet.”

 

“For my own good?” Scully’s conscious mind just about managed to think as another silver ring was slipped through the hole that had been cut through the hood of her clitoris. “Oh, these fucking sadists. They kidnap me, they rape me, they torture me and now they mutilate me and yet they still want me to believe that they have my best interests at heart.”

 

With Rusty now pierced in nose, nipples, navel and clit, The Countess stood back for a moment to admire her handiwork. “Remind me again,” she asked Wade. “What other modifications to this slut have been ordered by its owner.”

 

“Nothing too dramatic, actually,” the male pet trainer responded. “Its tits are going to be expanded and there will be some tattooing but no really major surgery is scheduled.”

 

“Some pet owners have their animals’ vocal chords removed, for example,” Wade explained to Scully, again in bizarrely conversational tones. “Others have their sluts surgically modified so that they can only walk about on all fours. Your owner, in contrast, wants you kept recognisably human. Well, at least physically, that is.”

 

“Now, what’s next on the list?” the male slut maker asked his female counterpart. “Fetishwear training, followed by the slut’s first photographic ‘modelling’ session,” Felice answered.

 

“Photographic modelling?” Scully thought to herself. “Why do they want me to be photographed?”

 

She said nothing, however, as she was led on a leash out of the training room where she had been spanked and pierced and into what was, for all intents and purposes, a professional photographer’s studio.

 

“And now, little bitch, it is time to introduce you to the wonderful world of fetish clothing,” Wade said, leaving Scully down on all fours as he opened a suitcase that had been left on a table behind the array of camera equipment. “Many of our organisation’s members enjoy seeing the new pets in training being dressed to please and, as most of them are far too busy to make more than the occasional trip to visit us in person here at the training centre, we regularly send them photographic evidence of how things are coming along. And sometimes, if a new slut proves to be a truly spectacular model, her photographs somehow find their way into certain specialist magazines.”

 

“And I think that you could be very special indeed,” Wade added, lifting Rusty’s head up and gazing into her eyes. “Yes, I can easily see you adorning the pages of many a specialist publication in the not too distant future.”

 

Scully shuddered in horror at the thought of her body being on display to God knows how many perverts across the world. Was her captor bluffing or did this kind of thing really happen? Just how many of the ‘professional models’ who allegedly adorned the pages of fetish and S&M magazines were actually captured sluts like herself, forced to pose to please by their abductors? “Oh, and in your case we have yet another option,” the naked slut’s trainer added, continuing to savour her discomfort by staring at her face close up as he did. “Given that you are such a natural performer, sexually speaking, once we are close to completing your training we can begin to send photographs and videotapes of you in action to your friends and family – just to let them know that you are alive and well and, in fact, despite your abduction, happier than you have ever been.”

 

Wade laughed out loud at the expression on Rusty’s face as he disclosed this information to her. Every stage of every slut’s training was, and would continue to be, captured on tape by the hidden cameras that permeated the training complex and many a wilful little madam had had the last resistance knocked out of her by the knowledge that a ‘greatest hits’ tape of her most enthusiastic fuckings had been sent to all of her friends and family. Somehow, in spite of all the training tools that were used on a new bitch, the knowledge that if, by some bizarre chance, her old life were restored to her, everybody she knew and cared for in the ‘real’ world fully understood that she was a submissive and depraved slut at heart was the final nail in the coffin, the last straw that convinced so many fully trained bitches to surrender, finally and absolutely, and accept their new lives as the only ones they could ever lead.

 

With Rusty seemingly in a state of shock at the news that she was to be photographed and filmed for the pleasure of many, many others, Wade had no difficulty in dressing the redheaded bitch in her first ‘modelling’ outfit. First of all her shoes were removed and a pair of skintight leather boots that reached almost as high as her cunt were pulled onto Rusty’s legs. The boots in question had heels almost nine inches high, which meant that their wearer would essentially be walking on the tips of her toes, but sluts dressed in footwear of this kind rarely did any walking, of course!

 

Secondly, Rusty’s arms were encased in black leather tubes that reached all the way up to her shoulders. These tubes ended in tight mittens that rendered the wearer’s hands virtually useless and D rings at various points along each tube meant that the wearer could be restrained at her owner’s pleasure in a number of imaginative ways.

 

Next up a tight black leather corset was fitted around Rusty’s already slender waist. Then, her normal collar was removed and a high posture collar fitted around her neck. With this last item completed, Wade had Rusty pose in the standard ‘display’ position and then took a few moments to admire the truly spectacular view. The creature before him was a vision, he thought to himself as he circled the posed submissive. The animal had been separated by her fetishwear into areas of tight black shiny leather that divided and highlighted areas of creamy soft white flesh. The high-heeled leather boots lengthed and tightened Rusty’s legs, forcing the exposed cheeks of her ass to tighten up in a manner that made Wade want to spank her right there and then, just because he could if he really wanted to.

 

Moving round to the front of the fetish slut he had just created, Wade almost whistled in wonder at the sight that greeted him. The lower rim of the black leather corset and the tops of the two thigh-high boots formed a triangle that contained Rusty’s moist, hairless pussy, a view capped off by the twinkling of the silver ring that adorned the bitch’s newly pierced clit. The corset narrowed pleasingly from the hips as Wade’s gaze moved north and then began to flare out again as the slut’s wonderfully perky and newly pierced tits spilled out over the top. And, finally, the high posture collar forced the slut to hold her head high in what appeared to be a prideful manner. The overall effect was that of a pure animal, a wild and untamed filly that needed to be tamed, broken. Fucked.

 

As she was dressed in this obscene outfit Scully put up no resistance at all. Inside, however, her mind raced. What could she do to avoid this latest indignity? She had already rationalised her behaviour so far in captivity by forcing herself to believe that she could one day have her old life back with no one on the outside world (ie Mulder) having any detailed idea of what she had been forced to do since her capture. But if photographs became widely available, not to mention videotapes of her fucking and sucking with wild abandon, then she was doomed. How could she have a career as a FBI agent, hunting down and arresting low lifes, if any and every scumbag she arrested recognised her as that sexy submissive bondage slut in the magazines and porno videos under his bed? And what if Mulder, in the course of trying to track her down and save her, came across these pictures and videos? Could she ever go back to working with him if he ever learnt what she was truly capable of?

 

And yet, and yet… On the other hand, Scully reminded herself, she had to co-operate if her escape plan was to move forward. The sooner she could free herself the less likely it was that anybody she knew would ever learn what she had been forced to do after her kidnapping. And so, once again, the rational, calculating part of Dana Scully’s mind counselled willing submission and obedience to her owner’s will, but only as the most effective way of maintaining any long-term hope of escape.

 

“Now, are you going to pose to please, like a horny little exhibitionist slut who can’t wait to show off her wares to an appreciative audience?” Wade asked his leather clad pet. “Yes Sir, I am. I’ll do whatever you tell me to,” Scully answered, in what she hoped was a tone of total submission.

 

“Oh, really?” her trainer replied, coming to stand right in front of her again. “Why?”

 

“Why?” Scully echoed. “Yes, why?” Wade repeated. “Oh, well… “ Scully stammered. She had not expected to be interrogated about her newfound desire to please her trainer. “Because I’m a slut, Sir,” she eventually managed to say. “Bullshit!” the slutmaker in front of her shouted, laughing out loud as he did so. “You don’t think you’re the only new pet who has managed to work out how things function around here, do you? There’s no way on earth that you can be fully obedient and happy to accept your new life, not after three days, even if you are the randiest little slut we have ever trained here. At least, not until you have been ‘warmed up’ a little first. No, you have seen that tamed bitches like Honey and Sugar are allowed to roam around free and you think that if you work hard to convince us that you have surrendered then you too can have the run of the place and thereby find a means of escape. That’s why you now appear suspiciously eager to please, isn’t it?”

 

A horrible sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach made Scully think that she was going to be sick. Was she really so transparent? Could her new owners really read her mind so easily? And, if they could, did that mean that there was no escape from her captivity? No escape, no hope of escape, and not even the idea that escape could even ever be possible would be allowed her?

 

Smiling inwardly at the look of utter despair on Rusty’s face, Wade took hold of a provocatively pouting nipple ring and led his new slut to an area of the studio where red silk sheets had been draped artistically on the floor. He then had her kneel on the floor, still apparently in a state of shock, before rooting around in a box behind the camera area until he found what he was looking for.

 

“Here,” he said to Rusty as he tossed her the item he had found. “Take this and get busy.”

 

Scully had instinctively caught the item hurled at her and only when she had it in her possession did she realise that it was a vibrating dildo and that her tormentor obviously wanted her to use it to masturbate herself.

 

The only trouble was, after the pain of her spanking and piercing and the horror of both discovering that her naked body was to be put on display to a very large audience indeed and that her trainers were fully aware of her escape plan, Scully had never felt less horny in her life.

 

Fearful of punishment, however, the abused FBI agent moved the black shiny dildo down her belly towards her cunt, clumsily struggling to maintain control of the tool between her mitten-clad hands. As it reached the top of her pussy, however, it accidentally brushed against the clit ring that she had had installed just a few minutes previously, sending a jolt of… something… through her. Scully, as a highly educated woman, had a vocabulary far superior to that of most citizens and yet she was quite unable to describe the sensation she had just felt. She knew all about pain from her ‘slave’ implant and her captors had, over the past few days, clearly explained to her exactly what pleasure was and yet the touch of a large dildo on a newly pierced clit was neither of these things, and yet both of them, and yet more than both of them put together. It was pain/pleasure, pleasure/pain and something more, something new, something for which humanity had no words.

 

Experimentally, Scully brushed the head of the dildo over the ring again and gasped in astonishment as the new sensation was repeated. “Remember what we told you, slut,” Wade, who had been watching the start of Rusty’s performance, said. “If a clit is pierced just right then a slut soon becomes quite fixated on the pleasures that stimulation of the organ in question can provide. “We don’t care that you are trying to fake obedience in an attempt to escape. All we need is time and your inherently slutty nature and nymphomaniac body will do the rest for us. I’m letting you control the dildo now, bitch, but just imagine what it would feel like if we took that control away from you. Just imagine what it would feel like if we constantly took you to the brink of paradise but then brought you back. Time and time again. What would you do in order to be allowed to cum?”

 

“I would surrender,” Scully thought to herself through the rising tide of her pure, animal lust, as she struggled to keep the vibrating monster clamped between her leather-clad hands teasing her clitring. “They know it, I know it, so why even pretend that it isn’t true? They are breaking me and I can’t stop them. And, God help me, I’m not sure any more that I want to stop them.”

 

As Rusty’s mind moved one step closer to ultimate surrender her hands managed to establish a clumsy rhythm – alternately thrusting the vibrating dildo into her by now moist cunt and then flicking the tip of the beast against her engorged clit. And after a few minutes of this she forget where she was. She forget who she was. She became, not for the first time since her capture and most certainly not the last, a creature of pure lust as the rational part of her mind shut down completely so that the animal within could assume full control and maximise its pleasure.

 

Grinning once again at how easily the slut had submitted, Wade began to take pictures. Rusty, oblivious, continued to hump away at the dildo. When he was satisfied that he had enough shots of her kneeling erect, Wade simply posed his bitch in a new position and the wanton female flesh beneath his hands objected not to this, provided that she was allowed uninterrupted access to the black monster that was now pistoning in and out of her pussy at breakneck speed. Wade photographed his pet from the rear, presenting, on her back with legs spreadeagled, standing but bent forward at the waist, in every position he could conceive of in the short period before he sensed that Rusty’s latest cum was imminent. And that’s when he decided that it was time for some real training. “Position twelve, slut,” he ordered as he grabbed the vibrator from the busy hands of Rusty.

 

“NO!!!” she screamed as the keys to paradise were snatched away from her. “Position twelve, slut,” the pet trainer repeated, raising his voice as he did so. “Now, or you don’t get to cum for a week.”

 

Rusty hesitated, on the brink of a serious rebellion. She had been so close, so very close to a truly mystical experience, a veritable glimpse of heaven. And that had been snatched away from her but it could be regained, so easily, if only the fiend in front of her gave her back her dildo. But all reason had not quite abandoned her. As she took a step towards her trainer she remembered the pain that he could inflict with a simple thought.

 

And so then, turning her back on the smiling man who was training her, she spread her legs and bent double until she was able to grab her own ankles.  “Good girl,” Wade said, smiling, as he approached the posed submissive. “You are learning. I was actually expecting some rebellion then but you are a clever little thing. And, in spite of what I said earlier, well on the way to being fully trained. Now, little slut, would you like to cum?”

 

“Yes please, SIR!” Rusty almost shouted. “This slut would very much like to cum, if you please, SIR!”

 

Virtually all of Wade’s days working as a slutmaker were good but this day with this slut was turning into something very special indeed, he thought to himself. He, like all the pet trainers in the complex, was trained to spot certain subtleties in a pet’s speech patterns, enabling an experienced trainer to tell when an animal being tamed was going through the motions of being obedient because that was what was expected of it and when the absolute submission being offered was the real deal.

 

And so now, for the moment, he knew that Rusty was his, body and soul. He ran his hand up the slut’s leather-clad thigh and rubbed her firm ass, marvelling at how something so firm could also feel so soft. And then he continued on up, teasing the bitch’s cunt lips apart and, finally, taking hold of the silver clit ring that had so rapidly become the very centre of her being.

 

“I already have your body, little one,” he said, looking down at Rusty’s lust filled eyes gazing up at him through her widely spread legs. But I will only permit you to cum if you also offer me your soul.”

 

“I am your slut Sir, your bitch,” Rusty said without so much as a moment’s hesitation. “I will work hard to please you in every way and when I submit to your will I will do it gladly because I now know what I really am… Now Sir, may this horny little nympho of yours please cum?”

 

As he unzipped his pants and removed his erect member Wade, for some reason, remember a chapter in the report on FBI Special Dana Scully that the centre had had prepared before her capture. As part of her psych profiling, operatives had approached her in various situations to gauge her reactions to certain stimuli and Wade recalled with a grin the report of one colleague who had had his face slapped after propositioning Scully in a bar. “My, if he could see her now, after just a few days of appropriate obedience training,” the ecstatic pet trainer thought to himself as he sank his tool into Rusty’s welcoming cunt.

 

And down on the floor, where what passed for Scully’s brain lay attached to the body of a leather-clad submissive nymphomaniac, there was also some thinking going on, although not quite on so high a level. “Rusty getting fucked, Rusty like,” were the only coherent thoughts emanating from the mind within the skull of the redheaded bitch. “Rusty like a lot.”

Chapter 19

 

"So she's completely ready then?" asked the latest recruit to the slut training centre's staff, gazing down at Scully's tightly restrained body. The once proud FBI agent was quite unrecognisable as the smartly dressed, poised professional woman who had been taken by the slave trainers; she was encased in a skin-tight rubber suit that covered every inch of her form, with the exception of two small nasal holes to enable her to breath and zippers covering her mouth, ass and cunt, so that anyone who wished to could have access to any of her holes at any time. And she hung, suspended by chains from the ceiling, her arms firmly restrained behind her back, her legs forcibly spread, her moist openings at just the right height for penetration by a passing sadist.

 

"Oh no!" laughed Harold, who was responsible for teaching the centre's latest slutmaker the ropes, often quite literally. "She's come very far, very fast, this little slut, but we're aren't at the finish line yet, young man."

 

"So what else do we need to do to her?" his pupil, who rejoiced in the name Skywriter Smith (hippie parents, don't ask!) inquired. "She seems completely tame to me."

 

Three weeks had passed since FBI Special Agent Dana Scully had been abducted and her training as a docile and obedient sex slave had proceeded apace in this short time, so much so that Sky, who had joined the team of slut trainers just two weeks previously, had only ever seen Scully as a wildly enthusiastic little bitch desperate to be fucked by any and every man and woman she could offer herself to.

 

"She only appears tame," Harold explained to his young protegee. "She is now a complete nymphomaniac thanks to our efforts and she knows that she won't be allowed to cum unless she is totally obedient at all times. Which is a vital first step in any slave-slut's training, of course. But somewhere in that sex-crazed brain there is still a dream of freedom, of the independence that she once possessed."

 

"It is only that, of course, a dream," the senior bitchmaker added as he tugged at the zipper covering Scully's ass and removed one of the buzzing vibrators that had been keeping the bitch permanently on heat until her holes were needed by her owners. "After what we have done to her in the past few weeks she could never resume her former life as a FBI agent, or at least not for long. It would, in practice, be only a few days before she'd end up fucking a colleague, or a suspect, or one of the forensics guys at a crime scene, or a passing homeless person. Or whoever. And getting herself fired. Her whole existence is, from now on, going to be focused on fucking and sucking and cumming and holding down a responsible job in law enforcement at the same time would be quite impossible in the real world."

 

"So what else do we need to do to her?" Sky asked, eager to learn and take his place as a full-time slut trainer, a job he had dreamed of having since adolescence but one that he had never thought he could ever actually do.

 

Harold sunk his erect penis into Scully's hot and wet rear entrance and thrust home, producing a deep sigh of contentment from the trainer and some rather weak struggling from his helpless bound captive. "We need to do just one more thing," he explained. "We need to deprive her of hope. Hope is all that she has left - hope that she can one day either escape or be rescued and return to her former life. So we need to demonstrate to her that this can never be. And we go about doing that by... "

 

Chapter 20

 

Rusty moaned loudly into the penis gag that filled her mouth and attempted to thrust her ass backward to impale herself more deeply on the prick of her latest rapist, producing the weak struggling visible to her captors. She had been suspended like this, imprisoned in a world of total sensory depravation, with no sight, no sound, for how long now? Hours? Days? And how many times had she been fucked in that time? Dozens? Hundreds? How ever many it had been, the number wasn't enough, she thought to herself, if thinking is what her limited brain functions could be described as any more. Over the past three weeks Rusty the slut had come to dominate the personality that had once thought of itself as Dana Scully. And Rusty liked being fucked. Rusty lived to be fucked. When Rusty didn't have a cock inside her of a tongue or finger teasing her clit she felt empty, unfulfilled. Which sense of loss led to obedience of an enthusiastic nature that gladdened the hearts of her captors.

 

And yet Harold was right. There was still a part of her brain that dreamt of freedom. This dream had, over the course of her training, gradually evolved into a vision of life as an endless series of fuckings with just the occasional moment spent as a professional person, a human being respected by her peers. And yet this deranged fantasy remained hidden inside her as a warped version of what her life could be, if she could only escape from the madmen who had abducted and abused her.

 

Little did she know that her captors were, even then, plotting to deprive her of this last vestige of hope. No, with the earpieces of the rubber suit that encased her muffling out all sound, little Rusty could only enjoy the latest anal assault from her principal trainer, her body rising rapidly to orgasm and her mind oblivious to the horror that was being discussed just inches away.

 

Chapter 21

 

"Step one," Harold explained to Sky, his voice starting to pant as his own orgasm aproached. "We turn off the orgasm tap. Since her capture little Rusty here has been cumming several dozen times a day, on average, and she is now addicted to her orgasms worse than any heroin junkie or crackhead you ever saw, and I do mean ever."

 

"So it's no more cumming for this little slut, at least not for a while," the pet trainer grunted as he shot his seed into the ass of his latest victim, before pulling his prick out and closing the zipper covering Scully's ass. "The next few days for our Rusty here will seem like an eternity spent in the deepest level of Hell, I'm afraid."

 

And with that Harold and Sky left Scully alone in her bondage, her latest orgasm so close and yet so very, very far. Inside her rubber prison Rusty waited patiently, confident that another prick would soon be filling one or more of her holes and that this time she would be permitted to cum. Reality, however, had quite another fate in store.

 

Chapter 22

 

If she had been handed a suicide pill Scully would have swallowed it, right there and then, she admitted to herself. Because she hadn't been allowed to cum for three whole days. The Scully side of Rusty's personality inwardly shook its head at this fact. Previously Scully had masturbated rarely, often only once a week or even less when busy on one of Mulder's wild goose chases. But now just 72 hours without an orgasm had left her praying for death. And the worst thing was that her captors refused to tell her why they had turned the cum tap off or when, if ever, it would be turned on again. Her attempts to ask what was happening, like her attepts to beg for the chance to cum, merely resulted in her owners activating the paingiving implant in her head, reducing her to a screaming ball of tortured nerve endings. Her time since she had been released from her rubber bondage had been more or less routine, with extensive training in posing to please, dancing to tease and accepting bondage and discipline with something resembling enthusiasm, whether genuine or faked. But she had not been fucked for three long days. And any attempt to play with herself had brought harsh punishment. And her captors had even taken to restraining her at night, so that she could not masturbate under cover of darkness.

 

Scully's craving for suicide was being generated by the scene that she was being forced to watch. Whilst she remained nude apart from her collar and heels and sat at the feet of one of her trainers with her hands cuffed behind her back, in front of her a row of sluts were being put through their paces by their masters and rewarded with fuckings for demonstrating the appropriate enthusiasm for obedience. "Why not me?" she thought to herself. "Why can't it be me that they are fucking? I'm every bit as obedient as those stupid sluts."

 

Scully looked wordlessly up at Wade, who held her leash, imploring him with her eyes to favour her with his cock. Wade, however, pretended to ignore the pitful sight beneath him, at least for a while. Finally, however, he looked down at his helpless pet. "Is there a problem, little slut?" he asked, smiling sadistically. "Why yes, Sir," Rusty replied promptly, in what she hoped was her most alluring, little-girl-lost voice. "This slut would very much like to offer her holes for a good hard fucking by her Master, if it pleases you Sir."

 

"Not just now, pet," Wade replied. "You'll be fucked when it suits us to fuck you, not when you think you need a good hard fucking. We decide what you need, now don't we?" "Oh yes, Sir," replied Rusty, breathlessly. "But I so want to please you, Sir. If I have done anything wrong then please tell me what it is - I am trying so hard to be an obedient pet slut for you, Sir. I am so grateful that you captured and trained me, Sir. I just want to be the best bitch possible for you."

 

Wade smiled inwardly at the extent to which the once arrogant FBI agent had been reduced to a grovelling, desperate nymphomaniac. He had seen it all before, of course, with some sluts in training taken almost to the brink of insanity by just a few days without orgasms and, not for the first time, he rejoiced in the level of control this gave him over wanton female flesh.

 

"So would you do anything to please me, little bitch?" he asked the slut on her knees beneath him. "Anything at all?" "Oh yes, Sir, I will do anything you ask of me but please, please, please let me cum," Scully begged."Please."

 

"You know, you should really be careful what you wish for, you stupid slut," Wade responded, a sadistic sneer on his face. "Because I have a little job for you and if you do it well you will be granted one orgasm - but are you quite sure that you'll do anything in order to be allowed to cum?"

 

"Yes Sir, I'll do anything," Scully responded, her tone suddenly bleak as she contemplated the lengths that she really would go to in order to experience an orgasm. "Anything at all."

 

"Very well," Wade answered. "I think you're about ready for the next stage of your training. And with that the slave trainer uncuffed Rusty's hands from behind her back, rose and walked from the room, with his tame and obedient pet bitch crawing dutifully along behind him, the Holy Grail of a cum awaiting her, or so she hoped. But at what terrible cost?