Chapter 3: Sealed Fate

WINTERS, Status: FATHER. Log 003. SUBJECT 0601,

Today, I plan on visiting Subject 0601 for the first time, accompanied by my associate, MOTHER CATHERINE. As it is officially the subject’s third day in the program, we will introduce her to her role and inform her what is to be expected of her in the future. This will include giving the subject her official branding, which MASTER RAVEN has already overseen the preparation of. Today, Subject 0601 will be tested on her obedience and patience in order for MOTHER CATHERINE and me to officially organize her schedule and lesson plans.

Lucky for me, the eye-bleeding morning alarm didn’t startle me as badly as it did the day before because I was already awake. I hadn’t slept a wink with the gag still in my mouth. Lucy’s panties nearly made me vomit more than once, but with the amount of cotton keeping my cheeks stuffed, I couldn’t cough anything up.

I stayed in bed for what felt like an eternity, trying to pry apart the gag around my face for the millionth time that night. The leather that bound my lips was snapped shut behind my head with a heavy padlock and wrapped around my cranium and jaw to ensure that I couldn’t slip out of it. I was so desperate for a drink of water that I was just about ready to do anything those freaks asked of me.

And I mean anything.

Eventually, my prayers were answered when the door to my cell rolled open and a man in grey medical scrubs walked in, escorted by one of the dungeon guards. The guard made sure to palm his baton, ready to strike should I put up a fight. I curled up in the corner of my cot, pulling my legs to my chest, and watched the nurse unload a vintage-looking medical bag onto the bed beside me.

The doctor muttered at me to sit up, yanking my legs out from under me to grab my attention. I held my breath as he began measuring a tube against my body, draping it down my face and to my stomach before making a mark on its exterior. Once satisfied, he removed my gag and emptied the cotton from my mouth before whipping out a penlight to take a better look at my teeth. I stretched my jaw out with a groan, but the relief proved to be short-lived when the nurse ordered that, should I close my mouth, the guard would cave my chest in.

With my jaws pried apart, I braced myself as the doctor slowly began threading the tube through my nostril, igniting my face in flickers of pain as it fell down my throat and into my belly. Tears welled up in my eyes when he finally taped the tube to my cheek and stuffed my mouth up with more cotton than it had held before. The ache in my jaw was nothing compared to the joy I felt knowing Lucy’s dirty panties wouldn’t be glued to my tongue anymore.

Gagged once more, the doctor got to work giving me my first breakfast at the facility, which consisted of the same colorless slop that I was force-fed back in my cage before I was sold. I never quite got used to the sensation of the food rolling down the tube and filling my stomach. The feeling still brought me to tears, even with the nurse snapping at me to shut up.

When the mushed-up breakfast ran out, leaving the bulky syringe empty, the nurse wasted little time removing the tube from my body until I burst with a muffled sob. I jerked away from his grip, prompting the man to jump forward and snag me by the neck.

Pinned against the stone wall, he snarled at me, saying, “You better watch yourself, you little cunt. Won’t be long now before we’re supposed to be giving you daily physicals.”

Physicals? Like physical exams? Why would I need those daily?

I shuddered and did my best to nod, despite his iron grip.

The nurse made sure to maintain eye contact with me as he turned to leave, glaring through the corners of his eyes. But something caught his attention just as he stepped through the entrance, startling him into sudden rigidity.

“Winters,” he greeted nervously. “And Catherine. I wasn’t expecting you so soon.”

“I have a meeting to get to in a few hours,” a man said, his words bouncing endlessly down the black hallway.

“How’s our little girl?” a woman asked.

The nurse threw me a cruel glance. “She’s a timid mouse, but not entirely cooperative.”

“We’ll take care of that.”

The woman slipped into the room and draped herself against the entrance. She hiked her thumb, ushering the two men out with a snarl. Her hands were elegantly manicured, but her cuticles were stained with blood.

The woman—Catherine, I presumed—was decently tall with a slender build, like those high-fashion supermodels in the 90s. Her hair fell just past her shoulders in a slick cascade of dark brown sheets, cut off bluntly at the ends. She wore a velvet red and black suit, decorated in gold, with her shirt unbuttoned deep enough to display her tiny breasts, where her sternum was nearly popping out of her skin.

I curled up onto the cot, trying to merge with the wall behind me to hide from her heavily lined eyes. She smirked, then threw a glance behind her to invite her male associate beside her.

Winters filled up the rest of the space in the cell, effectively cornering me against their shadows. He looked to be younger than Catherine—maybe in his thirties? Short blonde hair covered his head, carefully styled back in classy waves. Bronze piercings dotted the rest of his face, with a stud on either nostril, two studs on his left eyebrow, and a myriad of hoops and bolts decorating both ears. He had a slender, chiseled face that made him look quite studious in nature, though part of that effect could be thanks to the bronze wire-framed glasses that protected his curious eyes. He looked at me like a child might stare at a wrapped present, antsy to get inside.

“She’s lovely,” Winters purred.

Catherine advanced, pulling out a heavy leather collar from behind her back. “She’d look a lot lovelier on the ground.”

With nowhere left to run, I held my breath as Catherine wrapped the collar around my throat, pulling it as tight as it would go. I gagged, fighting to draw in breath from my nose, and drew in a generous amount of Catherine’s velveteen perfume. She patted her hand against my cheek, narrowing her eyes as she studied the fear painting my face.

Attached to the choker was a tight metal leash, clipped on with a carabiner squarely beneath my chin. Catherine traipsed back to the doorway slowly, waiting until my guard was down before giving the chain a tug and sending me stumbling to the floor with a heavy thud.

Winters crouched beside me and gently ran the back of his knuckle up my spine, untying the laces on my paper hospital gown until my body broke out into shivers and I sat before them completely nude. I could smell cinnamon and espresso on his breath when he chuckled.

“Such a frail thing,” he whispered. Winters rested his hand on my head, petting my hair. “You’re going to be our little girl.”

Of course. They must have been the last of my six owners. While I hadn’t been able to get a good look at their faces during the auction, I remembered the way the spotlights glinted off of Winters’ glasses. He refused to tear his eyes away from me, even as I was being dragged off the stage.

“Get your ass up,” Winters commanded, slapping my lower back. The bronze rings on his fingers clawed into my skin, forcing a yelp from my chest as I obeyed.

I pressed my face to the filthy cobblestone floor, holding my hips high into the air. Winters chuckled and examined my bare skin in great detail, dragging his hands across my flesh.

When Catherine leaned in for a closer look, Winters snapped at her, saying, “Hold her open.”

Jumping to obey, Catherine dug her nails into the fat of my ass cheeks, and I sucked in a mouthful of wet cotton, seething in the pain. She pulled them apart like curtains parting on the stage, exposing me to both of them with ease. Winters groaned with delight at the sight of my holes and carefully enjoyed every inch. He dove in without warning, running his tongue up my crack and swirling the entrance of my asshole over and over until my legs were trembling. I swallowed a moan as the slick head of what felt like a barbell piercing flicked my puckering entrance.

“We have a long walk ahead of us, little girl,” Winters said as he he gave my ass a soft peck from his lips. “I’d hate for you to get bored.”

“Put it in dry,” Catherine whispered. “It’s more fun that way.”

Winters pondered the suggestion, then leaned into my ear and asked, “Have you ever taken anything up that cute little teenage ass of yours?”

I whimpered and shook my head, scraping my cheek against the floor.

“She’ll have to stretch eventually,” Catherine mumbled.

“How about we cut the little one some slack today? After all, she’s still recovering from her surgery. I’m sure without that pesky gag on, our girl would want nothing more than to choke down her father’s cock. Poor thing probably can’t wait to taste me,” Winters said with a wicked laugh.

I shuddered at the very idea of having to suck my dad’s cock. Or even seeing it, for that matter. But the more I considered the scenario, the more I realized what Winters said didn’t make a lick of sense. Was my father there, in the facility with me? A prisoner, right by my side?

The question flooded my head, overwhelming my thoughts until I began to feel faint. The thought of Dad being forced to endure the same torment as me was a total nightmare. With my focus in shambles, I was unable to brace myself for the freezing glob of Winters’ saliva as he spit onto my asshole, hitting the target dead in the center. My body shuddered, and I gasped, inciting chuckles from my captors.

“Just relax,” Winters groaned, teasing my entrance with a smooth, spherical surface.

As he pushed the object deeper inside of me, I felt the walls of my ass begin to tear. My shrieks were swallowed whole by my gag, forcing me to writhe on the ground as Winters forced my hips to swallow a metal egg the size of a small fist. My legs kicked uncontrollably, fighting to force the device out. But to my dismay, the plug ended in a long, skinny taper that cupped my crack so perfectly, it could only be removed with a strong, hearty tug.

At the sound of my sobs, Catherine released her grip on my ass with a spanking, making sure to hit me so loud that it drowned out the sound of my muffled voice. I collapsed to the floor in pain and wriggled in the dirt like a filthy worm.

Catherine yanked on my leash, forcing my head up to face her, while Winters settled onto my cot behind me, toying with the butt plug against the toe of his metal-tipped dress shoe.

“I am your mother now,” Catherine announced. She narrowed her eyes as she spoke, which ensnared me in a petrified staring contest. “You will only ever refer to me as ‘Mother.’ Or ‘Mommy’ when prompted. Understand?”

I nodded nervously.

Behind me, Winters shoved the sole of his shoe into my ass, forcing the toy so far back that I feared it would slip into my intestines. As I hollered in pain, he said to me, “And I am your father. The same rule applies to me, of course; I am ‘Father’ at all times, unless you are told to call me ‘Daddy.’ Only good little girls get to have daddies, okay?”

That time, I didn’t nod, too confused by the sentiment.

Catherine reeled back her foot and kicked it up into my stomach, stabbing my guts with the pointed toe of her heel. I gagged on the air and lurched forward, returning to the floor like the insect I was.

“Your father asked you a question!” She scolded, tugging on the chain to pull me back up to my knees. “I suggest you answer him.”

“Relax, Catty,” Winters said with a purr in his voice. “She’ll learn. That’s what we’re here to do.” He leaned forward, pressing his chin to my shoulder and his lips to my ear. Barely speaking loud enough to shake my hair with his breath, Winters said, “We can’t raise our daughter to be undisciplined. You’re young and impressionable, after all. It is our job to teach you manners and rules. If you aren’t obedient, then what use are you?”

“We’re big fans of tough love,” Catherine joked. She tightened her grip on my leash so tight that it almost nearly cut off my airflow. “But that’s just how we get our lessons to stick. We only hurt you because we love you.”

Winters groaned with delight, tracing circles onto my lower back with the toe of his boot. “Uh-huh. We love you so much. That’s why we’re going to make sure everyone knows who you belong to. Today, your old identity as you know it officially disappears.”

Catherine grinned and finally gave the leash enough slack to drop me to the floor. “That’s right. Your previous father, your biological one, just identified your mangled, mutilated body at the morgue today. That was one nasty car wreck you got into. At least the poor man has some closure after all these months.”

Dad thought I was dead? No! No, he would never be so gullible! Surely he knew the truth! Please, Dad! You couldn’t have believed their lies!

“But you don’t have to be sad,” Winters said. He grabbed a fistful of my hair at its roots to put a stop to my feverish shaking. “You have a new father. And a new mother. You don’t have to worry about your old life anymore. We’re here to raise you from sexual infancy into a fully-matured slave. So just relax and do as you’re told.”

No.

NO!

I refused to give in to the whims of those animals! I wasn’t some slut from off the street corner! I wasn’t a whore who left my body out on display! I was a good student. I went to church with my dad on holidays. I never missed a deadline, never disobeyed an instruction, and never got myself into trouble. I didn’t deserve to have my life thrown away just because I was a little boring! It wasn’t fair!

Each burning thought poured out of my throat, despite the layers of cotton and leather that blocked their escape. My chest burned from the furious sobs that interrupted my muffled outburst. The heat spread throughout my nervous system, infecting the aching muscles in my ass until that, too, became inflamed in my fury.

Catherine clicked her tongue with a chuckle. Her mauve-colored lips spread into a thin smile, and she narrowed her eyes even deeper than before. “Aw. Looks like we’re seeing our first tantrum, Daddy. What should we do?”

Winters gave my ass a thunderous strike—hard enough to tear my train of thought in two—and rose to his feet with a groan.

“Some fresh air will do her good,” he said, stretching out his arms. “We have a lot to discuss today, and I’m short on time.”

Catherine made a noise almost like a halfway scoff. “Are you still fighting tooth and nail to get on the MSC? You’re too young. Everyone on that council is two orgasms away from a heart attack.”

“Which is why they need me, Catty, dear,” Winters said with a devious chuckle. He gently traced the curve of my spine until it buckled against his touch. “I have fresh ideas. And fresh meat.”

“Her?” Catherine’s face broke out into an unsure grin. “You’re going to make a maid out of her?”

“They’ve been wanting them younger,” Winters purred. “Think about it; sixteen is already plenty young to have those geezers chomping at the bit. But she’s short, skinny, and oh-so frail. We just plump out those cheeks a bit, pout up the lips, and keep her shaved—well, I think we could pass this girl off as much, much younger.”

Catherine grabbed hold of my chin to study the fear in my eyes. I tried shaking my head out of her grip, but it was as if her fingers were made of iron.

“Maybe,” she mused quietly. “But we have to see how well she can take orders first.”

Winters crouched beside me and held his hand tight against the back of my neck. “You’re finally going to learn what it is you’re here to do, little girl. Isn’t that exciting? And all you have to do in exchange is prove to us what a worthless, fucking child you are.”

“As your father said,” Catherine began, tightening the leash. “You’ll be returned to infancy. So today you crawl. Should you, for any reason, attempt to rise on two legs, I will personally ensure those legs are no longer with you tomorrow.”

“Careful there, Catty,” Winters said at the sound of my panicked groans. “We can’t stop chopping off limbs yet. She’s too pretty to tear to bits.”

“Aw, but wouldn’t she be just the cutest reduced down to just her torso? It would keep her from tucking away that pretty pink pussy inside of her spindly thighs. Wouldn’t you like that, you little whore?” Catherine asked me, squeezing my cheeks to keep me from shaking my head. “I’d hang you by your hair off of a meat hook and sell your flesh to the highest, horniest bidder.”

I braced myself as Catherine slowly dragged her long, slimy tongue down the length of my face, stopping to take a deep bite from my neck before she shoved me back into the floor. I hit the ground with a groan. It felt as if my brain was loose inside of my skull, rattling around like a pebble in a shoe.

“Shall we?” Winters asked, offering Catherine his arm. She took it with a smile.

The two of them took the lead, with me trailing not far behind them down the dungeon hall. I tried my best to get rid of the tears that were streaming down my face, having a hard enough time breathing through my nose already. But the ground was littered with sharp rocks, live insects, and fresh, raw blood, driving me to the brink of insanity as I struggled to avoid the gruesome obstacles and keep up with my tormentors at the same time.

In the final stretch, where the hall split off into a collection of elevator doors, Catherine muttered an incoherent insult at me and gave the leash a hard tug, sending me tumbling into her feet. It wasn’t long before the elevator we were waiting for opened up and two guards greeted us from inside, carrying a half-conscious subject between them.

The man was older—around Dad’s age—with thinning hair and heavy bruises decorating his body. His eyes struggled to stay open as blood poured down his face; some from his nose, some from his mouth, but most of it came from the large bite marks in his cheek. He was as naked as I was, revealing his bloodied, mutilated nipples and a cock with a huge gash running from top to bottom, like it had been opened up with a zipper. Sitting below his belly button and just above his penis sat a deeply embedded branding, clearly made from molten iron, with an image of the facility’s white lily logo and the numbers 7-6-2-2 carved into his skin.

I whimpered at the gruesome sight, watching the guards drag him off to his cell. Catherine yanked the leash so hard in response that I lurched forward and gagged, forced to swallow back down my horrid breakfast as there was nowhere else for it to go.

“Sit,” Winters snapped as the elevator doors began to close.

I promptly did as told and plopped my butt down so fast that I completely forgot about the butt plug. Pain shot up through my spine, forcing my body to buckle and a groan of pain to slip out from my cottoned mouth.

Catherine smiled and began to gently scratch her nail beneath my chin. “At least she’s obedient.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks in heavy waves as the image of that poor man replayed over and over in the back of my mind. Was that what they were going to do to me? Catherine spoke of removing my legs like it was a common procedure. Those people were insane! They were demons!

As I struggled to clear a path for proper airflow through my runny nose, Winters suddenly knelt beside me, cupping my chin in his hand and offering a saddened smile.

“Did that subject frighten you, little one?

I nodded nervously.

“You don’t have to be scared. It’s a sight to rejoice in. That man was sick, like you are. He’s getting the treatment he needs. It’s a little messy, sure. But it’ll all be worth it in the end. You’ll see. It’ll happen to you, too.”

A haunting refusal burst from my lungs, leaving me gagging as my screams thinned out the air around me. Winters watched with a frown as I denied my fate, thrashing my jaw against the lock that held it tightly closed.

“Let’s maybe avoid any more unsightly scenes,” Winters said grimly. He began untying his black satin necktie and knotted it around my head to blindfold me. “It seems our little girl isn’t ready to face reality yet, Catty.”

“She’ll learn,” Catherine said dryly. “She has no other choice.”

As if on cue, the elevator doors dinged open, and I was dragged back outside, left to trust Catherine with my well-being as my path was obstructed in silk. The ground beneath my hands and knees was cold and slick, like polished tile, and voices hummed around me, all out of sync.

“You see, my darling daughter,” Winters began, “you have been brought here to serve your betters. I believe your master already explained to you why it was you were chosen, correct?”

I bobbed my head with a nod and hoped he saw me.

“You wasted your life. From the moment you emerged from your birth mother’s womb, you decided to become a blight on humanity. It is our job to guide you toward a more constructive path. But it takes hard work and grit to make a piece of art from an old lump of clay, little one. Your journey will not be easy, but it’s your decision in the end whether or not it will kill you.”

I shuddered when Winters’ tone dropped to a deep growl.

“Don’t worry,” Catherine jeered, stepping on my flattened hand until my knuckles cracked. “We promise we’ll use every single part of you. We hate to waste good flesh.”

Winters chuckled in agreement.

“Your life will become highly structured,” Winters continued. It seemed the two of them were purposefully walking slowly, as if on a leisurely stroll, so as to further my humiliation as mumbled jeers passed me by. “We separate our subjects’ schedules into what we call a ‘decem,’ which is a group of ten days. If we have to work on weekends, little one, then you do too. You are currently on your third day of your first decem, so your schedule has not been set. We take the first ten days of every subject’s time here in order to understand their body and make alterations as needed. You will be seeing your doctor and nurse quite a few times over the next several days.”

Goosebumps rolled across my skin as I pictured Rocky’s dead, emotionless eyes peering into mine as he mutilated my mouth and encouraged that bubbly blonde bitch to rape me with her tongue.

“Tomorrow,” Winters said grimly, “your master will take your virginity. After that, your holes exist only to be used by your six owners. We will pleasure and punish them as we see fit. If, for any reason, you are found to be pleasuring yourself or harming yourself in any way, you will be euthanized promptly. You do not own your body anymore, little girl. Using it is a privilege you no longer have. Understand?”

Catherine had stopped dead in her tracks and yanked up the leash to lift my head. Assuming I was facing Winters, I swallowed my pride and nodded feverishly.

“Good girl,” he hummed. He spanked my ass for good measure, making sure to remind me how tightly my poor body was holding onto that monster of a plug.

“On your twentieth day here,” Winters went on, picking up the pace a bit. “I will have a private session with you, where I address your behavior. These sessions will be held on the final day of each decem that follows. Consider it like a church service. You show up, willingly offering yourself to divine humiliation, and by the end of it, all your sins are washed clean. But be warned, if you are a particularly naughty child, you will suffer an equivalent punishment in return. Nothing gets by us, little girl.”

“You best be glad you aren’t a boy,” Catherine snapped. “Or else I would be the one punishing you.”

“Jealous?” Winters joked with a dry laugh.

Catherine didn’t answer, but I swore I could hear a growl rise up from the back of her throat.

Winters made an arrogant noise and continued his speech, saying, “There is a hierarchy here, little girl. Women must always submit to men who are of equal or greater authoritative standing. If a man has less standing than a woman, however, then the rule does not apply. It also doesn’t apply to subjects, like you, since none of you have any authority whatsoever. Your mother, here, is on the very bottom of the totem pole, while your master is on the top. Everyone else—guards, non-authorized medical staff, and guests brought in from outside the facility—sits between you and your owners. Simply put, you are to take orders from everyone. It does not matter who they are or what they are commanding you. Failure to obey leads to punishment. And a subject who can’t learn from punishment will be euthanized. It’s quite simple.”

“And any subject who can’t prove themselves worthy of graduating the program will be euthanized as well,” Catherine added.

“Yes, exactly,” Winters said. “Every subject here has to do their part. Starting next decem, your mother and I will have chosen a job for you to apply for. You will get one session to practice before you are faced before the job’s respective council, and they will decide your fate. You cannot leave this facility without a job. That’s the only way to be purchased.”

Purchased? Like, into slavery? A horrified groan tangled up in my gag, and I suddenly felt myself fall back, fighting against the leash. Catherine let out a huff and tugged me along, but I continued to fight.

“Careful now,” Winters said. His voice was tinged with a weary hum, like a song sung in warning. “I wouldn’t want to have to punish you so soon.”

“You can’t fight your fate,” Catherine said, giving me the yank I needed to spill forward onto the floor. “You will be purchased. It’s as inevitable as your imprisonment here was.”

“Life will be so much easier,” Winters said. “You will serve only one. You will obey only one. Up until your final breath, you will only have to worry about the wants and needs of a single soul.”

“It’s a simple life,” Catherine agreed.

“Mm-hm. Good girls get to live like cherished pets or expensive collectibles. It’s the naughty ones who are enslaved to a life of torture and humiliation. It all depends on your outlook.”

As Winters spoke, I was forced through a second set of doors, where a crisp morning breeze cut through my bare skin. I shuddered but found myself overwhelmed with joy to take in a lungful of fresh air. I hadn’t the faintest idea of the last time I had been outside. The only downside was the loose gravel beneath my skin. Sharp rocks clawed at my knees and palms, dabbing my skin with sand and dribbles of blood.

Winters suddenly came to a halt, startling Catherine into leading me straight into the backs of his legs. He turned, the toes of his shoes crunching against the ground, and I felt him kneel down to my eye level.

“Perhaps we take this pesky thing off, hm?” Winters asked. He slipped off his necktie, returning my vision to me with a smile. “I think I was wrong earlier. It’s best for you to face your brothers and sisters in chains. You need to learn what it means to be a subject here in our facility.”

We stood at the mouth of a long, winding pathway made of gravel and walled in by endless stretches of perfectly cut grass. We basked in the shadow of a monumental building behind us, with blackened windows that stretched so high that I couldn’t see the top. The sky was overcast and smelled of oncoming rain. I wallowed in the disappointment of lost sunlight.

“Come,” Catherine snapped, tugging me forward.

I stumbled awkwardly, too focused on looking where I was crawling. Bugs jumped out of the grass and crawled across my naked body, breaking me out in uneasy shivers. Their tiny legs against my skin made me nauseous. Above me, Winters made an intrigued noise, and I barely caught a glimpse of his watchful eye before he glanced away.

“You will have several rules to live by,” Catherine began, taking the reins of my instruction. “There is not a single rule more important than another, because they are all to be obeyed equally.”

“There are a few too many to fill up your head with right away,” Winters said with a maniacal chuckle. “You’ll have to learn some of them the hard way.”

Catherine nodded in agreement, sharing his wicked amusement. “But by far, the most important are these two. First, you will never come to full orgasm without prior permission. Doing so will result in immediate punishment and, when applicable, the removal of certain perks and privileges. If you are gagged or otherwise unable to speak or communicate, you must wait for your owners’ permission. If they do not give you permission, then you may not come.

“And second, you are to always refer to your owners by their respective titles. Only I and your father have alternative titles, which we have already informed you are not to be used without permission. Your master is Master, your mistress is Mistress, and so on and so forth. Failure to use their titles when referring to them will result in immediate punishment as well.”

“It is the job of your parents to teach you the rules,” Winters jumped in. “We use ... creative methods to ensure they stick.”

He trailed off, describing brutal torture methods like they were after-school activities, but I was barely listening to a word he was saying at that point. Though I still felt a nervous shiver roll up my back as if my subconscious could feel the sadism radiating off of him. My focus was instead locked forward as the three of us neared the edge of a large forest. The trees stretched high over my head, standing in a tight cluster that offered limited visibility. It was the perfect cover, and it was just barely within my reach.