Indoctrination - Chapter 22

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WARNING! This is a work of erotic BDSM FICTION. It is ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL of an EXTREME SEXUAL NATURE, including acts of abduction, exhibitionism, humiliation, and discipline. This is not for readers who are easily offended or incapable of distinguishing fact from fiction. The author does not promote such activity in real life unless it is between consenting adults and practiced safely. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give anyone the rights to post or print content without obtaining the author's permission first.
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Indoctrination
by Night Owl


Chapter 22: It Makes The Skin Crawl

Life is a journey,
A journey filled with choices.
Whatever choices we have made,
We should be responsible, calm
And even brave.

"Life is a Journey"
by Leo Zhang

Raven stood at the window watching the sunrise over the trees without really noticing it. His mind was lost in thought. He turned and sat in his chair, rubbed his temples with both hands, then stared at the surveillance video of Shane and Heidi sitting on his desk.

It wasn't the first time a handler had violated the house rules regarding the treatment of trainees, but Heidi was a new arrival and defiling the girl the way he did at the very first stage of training could ruin any chances of indoctrinating her properly. Even worse, Raven spent most of the evening interrogating Tony and Len. Both of them admitted that Shane had been doing this for months, and with nearly every girl brought to Dark Oak Manor.

For their part, the other two handlers were each docked four months pay. Heidi would also have to be punished accordingly, even though she was more of a victim than anything else. As for Shane, there was no room for redemption. Nothing he could do, nor be done to him would make up for this offense. He needed to be eliminated, and it had to be done in a way as to discourage this sort of behavior in the future.

Raven's final decision didn't come without its own dilemmas though. First, he was leaving for New York the next morning. He would be gone at least two days, and he really wanted this resolved as quickly as possible. The second problem was more complicated.

How could Raven impose the death sentence on Shane when it could be argued that he, himself, was guilty of the same crime?

Just the other day, Sonia voiced her own disapproval over his relationship with Amber, and deservedly got a beating for it. A man in his position had every right to take a few liberties with slaves without drawing any flippant objections from his head mistress. This had been the unwritten law for as long as Raven could remember, and generally tolerated by The Board, so long as it didn't interfere with the training process. But did he overstep his privileges? Sonia thought so. In fact, this seemed to be the general consensus among the people around him.

Whether it was true or not, Shane had no such privileges to abuse. The laws were explicit regarding what handlers could and could not do with slaves without the owner’s permission, and Shane clearly crossed the line here. Once more, The Board would certainly find out what happened. If Raven didn't act quickly and decisively, then it could be interpreted as a sign of weakness, and weak men didn't last very long in this business.

He picked up the videotape and stared at it for a minute. Raven knew what had to be done, but really wasn't up to going through with the task. He remembered the look in Sonia's eyes when she told him about Shane and Heidi before handing him the tape. That spiteful bitch was enjoying ever minute of it! And why not? She never liked Shane much, and she was probably still fuming over the whipping she got over that flak about Amber.

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!" Raven spoke out loud.

Suddenly he smiled, then reached over and pushed the button on his intercom,

"Sonia?"

"Yes, sir."

"Come up to my office for minute."

"Be right there."

Raven tossed the tape back on the desk and leaned back in his chair.

"I'll let Sonia handle this one," he thought. "She might even consider it a privilege!"


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It wasn't until eight or nine days after her arrival, that Heidi was finally allowed to mingle with the other girls during their noon meal -- an unusually long period for any new slave, but it was rumored that she had given Raven and his handlers a very difficult time those first few days after she arrived.

Tony brought her over to the table and motioned one of the other girls to bring her a bowl of stew. He pulled out a chair,

"Eat," he ordered while Heidi took her seat. "I'll be back in twenty minutes."

"Yes, Sir."

A white, sleeveless tunic was draped loosely around her body, and her blonde hair had been pinned up neatly away from her face. The other girls paid little attention to her at first, not until after Tony left the room, then their eyes finally turned to their new companion as she picked up her spoon and dug into the stew, without even pausing until the bowl was empty.

"Not bad," she commented very loudly, "I suppose it would be too much to ask for a nice glass of Merlot to go with this wonderful meal."

The others laughed nervously, except for Monique, who quickly scolded the new girl in a low voice,

" Master Raven allows us to speak during our meals, but comments like that could get us all whipped."

"Sorry . . . guess I wasn't thinking."

"That's ok, no harm done. My name is Monique, and this is Livia, Amber, Marin, and the girl collecting our bowls is Shii Ann."

"Heidi Strobel. I live . . . or at least used to live in Buffalo. That's Missouri, not New York." There was only a slight southern drawl in her accent as she spoke.

"It's nice to finally meet you," Monique spoke for the group. "I'm sure your training was pretty intense. We've all been through it, but each day it gets easier, as long as you do what you're told."

"I studied Phys-Ed in college. Believe me, I've been through a lot worse," Heidi tried to offer another joke.

Everyone listened politely as Heidi told them about her home and work while all eyes quietly assessed her appearance. She was obviously the type of woman who took her health and fitness seriously. Her body was slim, firm and tanned like an athlete used to spending a lot of time outdoors, but not so much that she lost her femininity. Her face was especially beautiful. High cheek bones, dark eyes, flawless skin. Only a small scar on her lower left cheek spoiled the perfection - a cut left by Raven's crop when he struck her in anger during a particularly tedious session. In spite of this, no one could deny that she was a very desirable woman. Not surprisingly, her breasts drew the most attention from the other girls. They jutted out large and proud from underneath her tunic. At one time, Amber would have gazed at them with jealous awe, but not now. In a place like this, tits as large and perfect as hers were more of a curse than a blessing.

"So, what was your name again?" Amber's thoughts were broken when Heidi turned and spoke to her. There was a fierce intelligence behind the questioner's gaze that seemed to lock right onto her own jade green eyes.

"Amber," she replied cautiously.

"I thought so," Heidi pointed. "You're the girl that was reported missing a little while back. Last name . . . a . . . Brkich . . . right?"

Amber almost stood up out of her chair, "How did you know?"

"I saw it on TV. Your story was all over the national news."

Amber could hardly contain herself. It seemed so long since she even heard her last name spoken, and this woman actually knew something about her too!

Suddenly, there were all sorts of questions she wanted to ask -- like how her family was doing, and did the police have any idea of what happened, or any leads as to where she was -- questions to which she had long given up getting any answers to. For the first time she found a link to the outside world, and even more importantly, some hope of getting back to it. Amber wondered if the other girls felt the same way, but with a quick glance, she only saw eyes looking nervously down at the table. Shii Ann and Marin began striking up another conversation.

Then Monique leaned over to Heidi, but she spoke loud enough so that everyone could hear what she had to say,

"We ALL had lives before we were brought here. I can understand how excited you both must be, but The Organization has been doing this for years, decades in fact, and they have a way of covering tracks and keeping a lid on things. I have been here for five years. I've seen a lot of girls come and go, and believe me, NO ONE has ever found their way back. This is your new life now. You will realize that soon enough. Until then, it would be best if you kept quiet about such things. Just be happy you're alive."

"You're right . . . again I wasn't thinking," Heidi offered another apology. "I guess all of this will take some time to get used to."

The conversation turned to small talk -- about the upcoming auction, at which both Shii Ann and Marin were scheduled to be sold. Having completed their training, they would be leaving for good in a couple of days, and the girls were excited for them, yet at the same time sorry to see their friends go. Heidi remained silent during much of the discussion. She merely listened intently, almost as if she were studying everyone. More than once, her eyes turned to Amber.

Then Tony came back into the room.

"Finished?"

Heidi nodded.

"Come with me then," he clapped the chain back on her collar.

"It was a pleasure meeting all of you," Heidi excused herself politely, then gave Amber one more quick glance before leaving the room.

'We'll talk later,' her eyes seemed to be telling her, and Amber understood.


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She saw Heidi again later that afternoon.

"I left my riding crop out behind the stables," Raven told Amber. “Put something on and get it for me.”

Amber found a cloak in the hall closet before she went outside to retrieve the crop.

That day, the sky was a uniform gray, the weather unpleasantly cold and damp. She kept the cloak wrapped tightly around her body as she made her way to the stables. It was here, behind the building, that she found Heidi.

She was spread naked between two posts, in as wide an X as her body would permit, and with her feet dangling mere inches from the ground. Amber glanced around the yard to make sure they were really alone, then approached.

Heidi could not move a muscle. Her limbs were affixed to the posts with rope encased in leather, her lips stretched wide around a red ball gag. Criss-crossed all over her body, particularly on her breasts, were red welts. Raven's crop had been left conspicuously on a fence post nearby.

"A-are you okay?" Amber wasn't sure what to say.

Heidi nodded her head, 'yes.' Her large, pointed tits shook with the effort. She was shivering violently from the cold.

"Is there anything I can do?" Amber added, still unsure of the situation.

She shook her head, uttering an "uh-uh" from behind the gag.

Amber already knew nothing more could be done for the girl, and if Raven were to see her talking to her, then she might suffer the same fate. Without another word, she quickly lifted the crop off the fence post, then headed back to the house, leaving Heidi alone and shivering in the drizzling rain.

"A wonderful piece of bondage, don't you think?" Raven remarked when Amber handed him the crop.

"Yes, Sir."

She got the message. There would be no more 'loose talk' during meals.


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Shane stood stark naked in the middle of the room. Scuffs and bruises showed vividly on his body, his face a gray mask of exhaustion and knowledge of what was to come.

"Bind him," Sonia ordered.

Tony and Len grabbed him by the arms, Shane immediately collapsed, and the other two men had to drag him over to the chair where the straps lay open and waiting.

From the beginning, Shane never had a chance, nor did he even see it coming. Sonia called him into a room. When he entered, she was waiting for him, dressed in a black pantsuit, her long fiery hair tied back, very business-like. Her hands were covered with shiny black gloves. Before Shane could say anything, he felt a jolt of electricity shoot through the back of his shoulder. It was a cattle prod, and it sent him crashing to the floor. Then Tony and Len appeared, as if from nowhere, and gave him a good working over. The blows were mostly to the chest and gut; just enough to soften him up a bit while Sonia began the interrogation.

It didn't take long for Shane to admit his crimes. They already had the evidence on videotape, so why take a beating for it? The 'softening up' continued though until he lay motionless on the floor. Next they stripped off his clothes, and finally dragged him off to the newly renovated north wing of the house and a room called the Interrogation Center.

Much like the other ‘themed’ rooms, the IC was all about role-play and mind games, and a favorite among guests. The doors were made of solid core timber faced with sheet steel, with heavy sliding bolts and a small eyehole looking in. The room, itself, required little in the way of structural alteration, keeping the bare concrete floor and adding only the block work walls for insulation and effect. The adjacent room had a one-way mirror and intercom system so the 'interrogator' could observe and communicate privately with his/her victim.

Sonia was the main user of these rooms. Slave training was her specialty, but she always loved a good role-play, and during parties, guests always requested her services. Usually she was a Nazi or KGB interrogator, and of course, the dark uniforms she wore showed off much of her body, but at the same time, looked intimidating as hell.

When the new wing was added, she supervised the construction of the IC herself.

"When the client comes through that door," she told the workmen, "he or she will be blindfolded and handcuffed. I want them to think they've arrived in the foulest, most feared place they can imagine. They must forget anything of the outside world. There must be no hope of getting out, unless they tell me everything. Of course, I'll ask them questions they can't possibly answer correctly. That's when the torture begins." Then Sonia gave them a look that sent shivers down their spines.

Shane had been one of those men that constructed the IC, so he had a good idea of what he was in for. He could do little to stop it though. His well-muscled, well-tanned body was drained of most of its strength, due to the beatings and repeated shocks of the cattle prod.

The chair they dragged him to had already been set up and bolted into the floor. Nicknamed ‘the executioner chair’, the black powder-coated steel frame was littered with welded rod iron bars and various-sized eyelets to facilitate endless manners of restraint. The narrow back and armrests were padded with bright red leather and a large hole had been conspicuously removed from the seat, intended for exceptional, direct delivery of pain and/or pleasure to its occupant’s most vulnerable regions.

The only source of light in the room came from a single, uncovered bulb of about 40 watts on a short flex cord direct above the chain that made it all look extremely seedy, plus there were floodlights on rollers nearby to assist in the questioning process.

They put Shane in the chair. His naked ass immediately sank down through the hole. With two deft movements, Sonia secured each wrist and elbow with wide Velcro straps, followed by two more straps around his ankles and knees.

"I already told you everything," Shane started to beg. "What more do you wa . . ."

Sonia jammed a red ball into his mouth, "All I want from you now, Hon, is to hear you scream for mercy."

Shane struggled, trying to close his mouth against rubber ball, but Sonia had got it halfway in, and that was all she needed. She then pinched his nose and pulled backward. Under those circumstances the mouth seems to open of its own volition. Shane had no option but to surrender and felt the hard rubber ball slip in behind his teeth followed by the tightness of the strap as she buckled both ends to one of the iron bars behind him.

"So how does it feel to be on the receiving end for once?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" Shane tried to answer. Sweat beads began to break out on his fore head.

"Don't take this as some sort of personal vendetta. I'm just doing my job under Raven's orders, but admittedly, I will be enjoying it . . . just a little."

Another strap was passed across his chest, under the armpits and through the chair-back. Shane tried to move his arms and legs, using the last of the strength he had left, but the straps held firm. He couldn’t even move his head with the gag strap fastened in back. His buttocks and the under part of his body protruded through the seat of the chair towards the floor, his legs broadly spaced, leaving his crotch and genital exposed and vulnerable.

Even more disconcerting for Shane was the sight of his ‘willy’ suddenly rising to the occasion! It was not something that had escaped Sonia's notice, either. She knelt down and reached under the chair, then grabbed it tightly with her gloved hand and jerked it downward.

"Impressive size," she commented lightly. "Must be from those steroid pills and vitamin A you take with your bourbon. I’ve seen you downing those at the bar."

Again Shane struggled against the bindings but that only encouraged the mistress to pull even harder. His tanned, naked body was covered in sweat, every impressive muscle etched from the tension, and the torture hadn’t even begun yet!

Sonia stroked his hard member for a minute or two, just to get him fully aroused before releasing him.

"Now don't go away," she said with more than a hint of condescension.

Out of the corner of his eye, Shane saw her enter a closet where various instruments used for the interrogations were stored. When Sonia reappeared, she was holding a chain, about three feet in length, with a handle on one end, and a steel ball on the other. She let the ball drop, and it made a dull gritty 'thud' sound as it hit the concrete floor. Shane knew what would happen next. He stared wide-eyed at the steel ball, and suddenly, his manhood was no longer ready and alert, but hanging semi-erect with his balls between his legs.

Sonia lifted the ball off the floor and swung forward and back three times on the chain. She looked at Shane carefully, almost caressingly, in the eyes. On the third swing she took two steps forward. The chain struck the edge of the chair seat right between his legs and sent the ball sharply upward.

The result was startling.

Shane's whole body arched in an involuntary spasm. His face contracted into a soundless scream and his lips drew tightly away from the rubber lodged between his teeth. At the same time, his head flew back against the padded chair back with a jerk, showing the taut sinews of his neck. Then his body sagged with a deep groan from his gagged mouth.

Sonia circled around to the back of him and waited for the pain to subside. Again three swings, and the steel ball found its mark, only this time, from behind where Shane could not see, and much harder.

Shane's body writhed and contorted in the chair. Every muscle seemed to stand out in knots. His hands clinched tightly closed until the knuckles turned white. Still, he didn't utter a sound. He knew he was going to die, and that his death would be a painful one, but he wasn't going to give this crazy whore the satisfaction of hearing him squeal like a little girl.

Through it all, Tony and Len stood nervously to one side. For now, their job was not to assist, but to watch . . . and learn.

Three more times, Sonia swung the chain, and each time, the ball found its mark with incredible accuracy. For Shane, the pain was unbearable. From his genitals, it shot right into the pit of his stomach, making him feel nauseous. He knew that the beginning of torture was always the worst. He had witnessed it so many times -- a crescendo leading up to a peak, before the nerves were blunted, reacting progressively less until unconsciousness, or in his case, death. All he could do now was to pray for the peak, pray that it would come quickly, so he could accept the long free-wheel down to the final black out.

At that moment, he thought of Colleen Haskell, the slave girl he loved. He remembered the day she was taken away from him and sold, then hearing the horrible news not long after, that she had been killed accidentally during a session with her new master. Perhaps now, they would be reunited. Soon.

His thoughts of Colleen were broken when the flood lamps snapped on. Jesus. Talk about a rabbit in the headlights. They illuminated his whole body, and heat from the tungsten bulbs made him sweat all over again. Sonia was obviously in the observation room. Tony and Len were probably in there too. And who else? Heidi and the other girls? Had they been brought in to watch too? For some reason, that thought made Mr. Willy stand at attention again.

Sonia entered the room, smiled and caressed his erection with her gloved hand. In spite of the throbbing pain between his legs, it still felt good. Then she disappeared behind his chair, and there followed the sound of rummaging about before she reappeared and slapped two sticky pads, about two inches square over his nipples. Wires trailed off and Shane recognized them as TENS electrodes, used in physiotherapy treatment.

What came next was totally unexpected, and even more sinister. Right on the head of his stiff member, Sonia placed a device composed of two rings made of a conductive silicone elastomer called Electro-Flex. One ring encircled the ridge between the shaft and head of his cock. The second ring ran over the tip with two adjustable 24kt gold-plated electrodes placed strategically against the frenulum and urethral opening. A wire was also attached and ran probably to the same source -- a control panel in the next room.

"You’re in for a real treat," Sonia sang out as she ran the wire behind his chair. "This little set-up is called a Corona Penis Head Stimulator, or Corona for short. It can keep that little soldier of yours standing at attention for hours, by sending an electrical current right into the glans of the penis."

Shane knew very well what the device was called and what it did. He had seen it used many times. He also knew that if the dial were turned all the way up to 10, the results could be unbearably painful, even debilitating.

Once again, Sonia was behind him and hidden from his point of view, then suddenly, something abruptly wiggled into his tail end. She was inserting a metal probe from under the chair where the seat had been cut away. Shane guessed that, too, was wired. He began to panic and wrestle with the bindings again.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," she whispered from behind. "It'll only make it more painful. Let go . . . just sit back and enjoy it . . ."

Enjoy it? Who in HELL was she kidding!

But Shane relaxed, and felt the cold intruder slide inside him. Mr. Willy seemed to get a kick out of it, in spite of the tortures that lay ahead. What a giveaway . . .

Sonia went back into the observation room again, leaving Shane alone in the bright floodlights, wired up like up like a lab rabbit. Waiting.

Then it happened. A sudden tingle across his nipples that made the muscles in his chest quiver. He felt a second tingle inside his rectum, and moments later, the Corona began to work its magic. It actually felt very nice at first. Shane closed his eyes and moaned. Mr. Willy was rock-hard now, and bobbing wildly between his legs like a veiny appendage with a life of its own. Then the tingling grew stronger, more intense, more painful. He could visualize Sonia in the observation room, turning the dial slowly to the right, and with a wicked grin on her face as more current flowed through the wires into his body. The power came in surges, each more intense, until Shane began to jump in his chair, or as much as he could, given his bonds. The dial moved up . . . 7 . . . 8 . . . 9 . . .

Finally, he broke his silence and screamed into the gag as loud as he was able. He would scream many more times, for all the good that did him.


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After just four months of training, Shii Ann Huang and Marin Hinkle were fully indoctrinated and ready to be taken to auction. They would be leaving with Raven and Tony early in the morning for New York, so that evening, the other girls were allowed to see them off. The moment was mixed with nervous excitement and sorrow. Owners from all over the country, even some from Europe and Asia attended these auctions, so there was no telling where their companions would end up, or if they would ever be seen again. Nearly everyone showed up to say his or her good-byes. Everyone, except Shane.

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