Chapter 1

11 Jan

Got a new crop of slaves today. Twenty-seven of them to be precise. I feel kind of conflicted about it. I don’t think there’s a man in this place who’s upset about seeing more beautiful women being brought in and turned into submissive sluts, but I do think that our facility is understaffed right now.

If I’m tasked with training a slave, I want to do it right, you know? No half-assing of slave training. That’s how people get hurt.

Since Greyson was out sick, I had the pleasure of putting the cum inhibitors on their clits. No matter how tough the bitch acts, they all crumble when I’ve got their sensitive nub between my clamps and I’m locking the orgasm control band around the base of their clit. Hahaha!

It’s truly a thing of beauty, technology nowadays. It makes it so much easier to control a slave’s pleasure. With the band secured at the base of their clits and another chip behind their shoulders, us trainers can control how horny they are at any given time, and how sensitive they get. We also get to control if they cum at all. Which is to say, never.

Attaching the bands takes practice. I’ve done at least a hundred slaves by now. I take the tiny pincer clamps and pull back the hood all the way, then pull their clits up and away from their bodies. This is when the screaming usually starts. I heat up the band - it’s a nasty looking thing with spikes on the inside, and then wrap it snugly around the base of the clit and solder it shut. It sounds simple, but it takes some getting used to because clits are pretty small.

The feisty blonde that tried to bite Roger screamed like hell when I did hers. I might have made it a little tighter than necessary. Boss is going to reprimand me for potentially damaging the goods but whatever, it’s not like she’ll be using the stupid thing in the future. Our stock is trained specifically for oweners who never let them cum, and bratty slaves like her usually end up with their clits cut out so I don’t see what the big deal is if her nub gets tortured a lot more now.

I got put in charge of the two european looking blondes including the bratty one, the redhead with humongous tits, an English brunette, and an Asian girl.

Hmm, the Asian girl. She made quite an impression on me today.

She begged me to let her prepare herself after she watched the banding happen to the other slaves before her. I know I’m not supposed to, but I gave her a moment to calm down and take a deep breath before I put on the band. She surprised me by taking the pain like a champ. She bit her lip and moaned, but she didn’t scream and she didn’t beg for me to let her go. She’s definitely going to be an interesting one.

I wonder how she’s going to fare on the rape machines.

15 Jan

Three days of nonstop machine rape is usually enough to show a trainer what kind of slave a girl is going to be.

After the orgasm inhibition bands go on, we usually put the slaves straight onto the communal rape machines. I get them all strapped in, straddling the devices and then start up the whole lot. I usually start them off with the usual standard dildo size we use, about 8 inches long, and 4 around. The machines pump lube into their holes every 20 minutes, just enough time for the previous dose of lube to dry out a little and start to get uncomfortable, but not enough time for the friction to damage their holes.

While they’ll eventually get their very own rape machine in their tiny cells, they spend the first few days on the ones in a large room, getting fucked together. It builds character in a way, helps them realize just what is happening.

This goes on for three solid days. Three full days, a complete 72 hours of silicone cock sliding in and out of their sore pussies and assholes. Sometimes, I go in there and just watch them writhe on the cocks, squirming and screaming for help that will never come.

I love the communal rape machines. They’re a thing of beauty, upgraded from the smaller fuck machines used in porn. They go for hours and hours, compatible with all sorts of devices that we use to train holes.

We used to have to rape them ourselves. At first, it was kind of fun, sinking my cock into unwilling holes and making the girls scream. But it’s impossible to rape five girls into submission in three days by myself. Not at the rate these machines can. They really cut training time in half, making it easier for us to train slaves. It used to take us eighteen months to train a slave fully, but nowadays, all the tech means the process takes only about five to six months. Eight if the slave is stubborn or stupid.

It’s not just the physical aspect of being fucked nonstop for 72 hours, it’s the psychological aspect too. Being immobilized on an uncaring machine that pummels holes for hours and hours and hours without respite, it usually reduces the time it takes for the girls to break. Especially if the trainers don’t even bother to look in on them, and dedicate their time to training other slaves.

I like to peek in every few hours and snap photos of my trainees. At the end of three days, you can really see the difference between a freshly caught slave and one that has been raped raw by a soulless machine.

Most of the slaves that are brought in are still crying at this stage. They think there’s still a chance they’re going to be saved or rescued from our facility. Most of them keep begging, asking us to let them go. But the thing is, most girls that are brought in are either girls that aren’t going to be missed, taken off the streets, or girls who pissed off some powerful people in their social circle. Either way, no one is going to be looking for them. The ones who still have a little hope usually take about six months to train, and end up as average slaves.

There’s always a fighty, angry one in every batch, the one that goes “Oh when I get out of here I’m going to kill you!”. Those usually end up losing their clits by the second month of training if they don’t calm down. Clit removal is the still fastest way to get a slave to pipe down.

Then there’s the softly crying, but mostly calm ones. These are the most rare. I’ve only seen two others in my career as a slave trainer, but I’ve never trained one myself. I think Roger has seen a couple as well. They resign themselves to their fate and require little to no forceful training methods most of the time. It’s as if they accept their situation completely and then decide to make the best of it. It’s fascinating and they usually end up fully trained by the fourth month.

Asian-734 was like this when I went to take the new crop down from their rape stations.

Blonde-830 screamed at me hoarsely, demanding to be let down. I ramped up her rape machine for another hour while I tended to the others. The others were more polite, but they still begged to be let go, promised not to tell anyone, offered sex in return for freedom.

Three days of nonstop rape had left them weak so I unchained them from the machines and collared them all together to take them to their respective cells.

Only Asian-734 was quiet. She looked at me with tear-filled eyes but she didn’t beg. She didn’t offer anything. She knew that her past life was gone.

I couldn’t help but take extra care with her when I helped her off the machine. She was so soft and small in my arms. She didn’t struggle when I put the collar on, and she didn’t protest or resist when I led the whole lot away.