The Making of a Slave
Copyright© 2022 by Desolation Arts
Chapter 7
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Haley, a pretty young woman wakes to find herself bound, helpless, and naked. A sadistic woman wants to train her to become a mindless slave to serve her Foundation. If Haley cannot escape or resist them, she runs the risk of losing her mind and living her life in servitude. Meanwhile, Anne struggles to except the loss of someone close. She works to gain the trust of the Prime Dom and move up in the organization. If she fails, she could lose it all.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult NonConsensual Rape Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Sadistic Torture Gang Bang Anal Sex Enema Oral Sex
Haley hung upside down, her arms trapped in a tight box tie. Her legs bound together at eight points four above and four below the knee. This time there was no gag, instead, her head was bent back so her face was parallel with the floor. A nose hook dug deep into her nostrils and stretched all the way back to a steel hook that was lodged in her asshole. In lieu of a gag a hard-erect dildo attached to the floor was forced into her mouth. Electrodes were attached to her tits, ass, and pussy, Haley learned fast that the dildo could be sucked and a strange liquid would shoot into her mouth. The liquid was salty, and she thought she knew what it was, but she tried her best to ignore that thought or else risk dry heaving in disgust in this difficult position. The worst part of this particular torture, every time she stopped sucking; the electrodes activated sending agony through every sinew of her body. As time went by, her ankles burned from the leather straps that dug into her skin and took on her entire weight.
The semen that ejaculated from the dildo filled her mouth and soon dripped down the shaft promptly provoking another painful shock. It wasn’t long before she realized she was supposed to be swallowing every drop. Hung from her ankles as she was, swallowing anything would be difficult let alone the putrid collected seed of strange men. But she tried anyway, sucking and licking with ferocity like some kind of common whore to avoid the stinging torment of the electricity.
Haley heard the door open and soon came that familiar voice. “Hello object, I trust you have been getting along alright on your own,” came the smug sarcastic voice of Anne. Haley did not react, too busy focusing on sucking. Either Anne or one of her slave assistants fitted what felt like ear buds into her ears. “During your next session I want you to listen to the words repeating in your head.” Haley heard another voice as the ear buds came to life.
“You are nothing but an object and a slave. You exist to serve whomever the Foundation wishes you to. Your old existence was flawed and immoral and you must renounce it and forget it before your new life can begin. You are Object slave Michelle 053 and are worth only what your body can provide. You will know only pain from now on. You will except this as good and proper and will love and cherish the moral life that the Foundation is giving you.”
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