Chapter One - The Haven

By Vdias

Katherine Lee was focused on the strenuous task of working on her tan in the warm tropical sun of the Mavudis Island. Around her, other holidayers strolled amongst the palm trees or splashed in the crystal clear waters of the lagoon that the Haven Resort nestled against. She took a sip from a freshly-opened coconut, sighed happily and wriggled against the beach chair, all four foot, nine inches of her. Asians tend to be short, but she was short even for a Chinese girl.

Despite her tiny stature, or perhaps because of it, she was quite the tomboy. The muscles in her arms and legs were lean and defined, the results of hours in the gym where she worked as a personal trainer. Her dark hair was trimmed to a pixie cut, highlighting her exotic almond shaped, brown eyes. Her washboard stomach was firm, virtually no excess fat on her petite frame. Maybe she was overcompensating but if so, it worked to her advantage. In fact it was thanks to the her dedication to the gym that she worked at, Fitness Plus, that she was chosen as for the Best Personal Trainer of the Year award and won an all-expenses paid trip to this luxurious resort.

“Shouldn’t you be with your mummy and daddy?”

Kat’s mood soured. She squinted up find her nemesis Emily Winder silhouetted against the sun, hands on hips and a smug look on her face. Emily was a regional manager at the gym, a haughty, arrogant businesswoman who used her wiles to get ahead and looked down everyone else. Calling her a “simpering bubble-head who slept her way to the top” to her face at a drunken office party had made their already sour relationship even worse. And so Emily took every opportunity to make her life difficult, pulling strings to schedule Kat with the most troublesome clients, rostering her at sorts of inconvenient hours and above all constantly needling Kat about her height.

It was quite unfortunate that Emily was also booked on the same resort package as Kat, which meant she had been forced to endure Emily ill-concealed jabs throughout the holiday. She bid her time, vowing that one day the tables would be turned.

“I’m not on the clock Emily, so why don’t you leave me alone and go make some else miserable for a change?”

“Why would I do that when it’s so much more fun to annoy you, little Kat?” A slight emphasis on the word ‘little’.

Kat shook her head in disgust “I’d punch you in the face if wouldn’t get me in trouble.”

“If you could reach my face!” Emily laughed haughtily.

Emily often reminded Katherine of a Bond villainess, albeit a rather stupid one. And indeed Emily looked the part. She had that graceful elegance that came with being naturally tall, statuesque and knowing it. Katherine was not small in the breast department but what Emily had put hers to shame. She was virtually spilling out of her tiny bikini. Add long legs that went on forever and a waterfall of blonde tresses that framed her exquisite face and she was a package that Bond would sacrifice queen and country for.

“Well, I’m off for a dip in the surf. I’d ask you to join me but I’m afraid you might drown. Keep your head up shorty!” With a final laugh, Emily strolled down to the water’s edge, her alluring figure drawing the eyes of fellow beach goers.

The tranquility dispelled, Kat was in no mood linger, muttering under her breath as she gathered her belongings and coconut. However in the time it took to walk up the beach path back to the resort, her mind was already calm again as she pondered whether to book in another massage or a work out in the gym, passing under the elaborately decorated sign which read:

“THE HAVEN”

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Chapter Two – Kidnapped

By Vdias

Further up the Haven resort, two men sat in one of the numerous villas dotting the island landscape, looking down at the holiday makers at the beach. One of them had a pair of binoculars fixed on Kat walking up the beach path, admiring her toned body. He himself was lean and sinewy, with closely cropped sun-bleached hair. Tanned skin showed that he spent quite a lot of time out in the sun.

“Very nice. You think she’ll work out?”

“Hard to say” the other man replied. He was tall, broad-shouldered and muscular. A fine specimen of a man, only his salt-and-pepper hair and the fine lines around the corner of his eyes belied his age.

“Depends on the character. She might baulk at first, but she’ll come around”. He took another swallow of his whiskey. “Not like she’ll have a choice.”

The first man chuckled. “Intake starts tonight. Everything is prepared as always.”

“Good, I’m going to get some sleep. We’ll need it for tonight.”

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Katherine slipped into a light nightgown before bed. The workout was great but the massage from the attractive hunk with the heavenly fingers was amazing. The staff at the Haven were exceptionally courteous, friendly and the men were as handsome as the women were gorgeous. Such attention to detail was to be expected at such a luxurious retreat attended by the fabulously wealthy and there was no way she could have afforded all this on her meagre salary. Once again she was glad that all her hard work paid off.

As she snuggled into the large king-sized bed, her eyes seemed heavier than usual. Sleep felt like a smothering weight, rather than a dreamy release. She slipped into the darkness of slumber...

… only to be abruptly jolted awake by a prickling sensation in the back of her neck. Though she couldn’t see in the darkness, she sensed that she was not alone in her room. Her mind was now wide awake but her limbs felt oddly heavy and slow. Sluggishly, she rolled off the bed and slithered underneath it. As she did so, she felt slight vibrations of footfalls through the floor. Somebody was moving around in her bedroom.

She heard rustling noises above her. Hands pawed through the blankets, expecting a slumbering girl but coming empty handed. Her heart was in her mouth as she felt a second pair of footsteps enter her room.

“Where is she?” a whispered voice said.

“I don’t know, she couldn’t have gone far. Her bed is still warm.”

“Shit, did we drug her food right?”

“Dunno, she’s pretty fit, maybe we should’ve used more?”

“No way, she’s tiny. We want them unconscious, not in a coma. Or worse dead.”

Abruptly, she felt a hand seize her ankle and swiftly dragged her out from under the bed. She opened her mouth to scream but her voice would not respond, all she could make was a wheezing sound. Arms and legs flapped uselessly as tried to fight, struggling to draw enough breath to cry out. She saw two figures, one with both hands firmly around her foot, the other pulling something over her head. The gloom became pitch darkness.

“Gag and cuff her to make sure.”

Hands squeezed her cheeks gently but firmly, forcing her mouth open. Something big and round was pushed into her mouth from outside the hood, strapped tightly to the back of her head. What little sound she could make was now muffled to nothing. She strained to move her limbs, to fight, until the pair cuffed her wrists and ankles together.

Her head swam as she was flipped to her stomach and slung over the shoulder of one of the men. Despite her deadened limbs her mind raced. What was going on? A kidnapping? Made sense considering the clientele of the Haven. They were going to be sorely disappointed when they found she had little money and no wealthy family. No-one was going to be paying this poor girl’s ransom.

The men dropped her body into the backseat of an electric buggy, one of many scattered across the Haven. Their trip was long and in moments Katherine had lost sense of time. All she could hear was the mad beating of her heart, adrenaline racing through her drugged body. She fought down the fear and anger that threatened to overwhelm her mind.

She felt herself being hoisted off the buggy and carried for a while. The men were silent, professional, efficient but not overly rough. It felt like whomever they were, they had been doing this for some time. Suddenly she heard a deep, masculine voice.

“Put her over there. You didn’t hurt her did you?”

“No, as you asked sir. She woke up earlier than we expected though. She’s a strong one, for such a small thing to shake off the drugs so early.”

“Yes, she is special. You know what they say about good things and small packages.”

She was laid flat on a couch.

“And the rest?”

“Being processed as we speak. Emiel’s overseeing the rest of the intake.”

“Excellent.”

Footsteps approached. The deep voice said “Hello Katherine, I’m going to release you now. But before I do, try to scream, run or offer any resistance and I’ll have to get your chaperones to bind you up again. Alright?

She tried to nod but her head lolled about and she settled for grunting an affirmation. The gag was unbuckled, cuffs removed and the hood pulled off her head. Blinding light made her flinch. A large man with salt-and pepper hair, dressed in a bathrobe, was leaning over her as he propped her head up and held a cup to her lips.

“Drink this; it’ll help counteract the drugs.”

As she gulped the bitter liquid noisily, her eyes flickered around the room. The furnishings were extravagant, even more so than compared to her bedroom. It had a Victorian parlour feel to it, with old school decor. Her ‘chaperones’ flanked the doorway, clad head to toe in black tight spandex, faces darkened by camouflage paint. She choked and gasped, recognising one of them as the handsome man who had given her that amazing massage.

The man grinned and winked at her.

“First of all let me apologise for the method by which you were brought here. You’ll understand after we show you around why we needed to do that. Can you speak?”

“What the f....” she croaked.

“I know, I know.” the man shushed her gently.

He pushed the cup into her hands and settled back on a leather divan similar to the one she reclined on. “There’s no easy way to say this so I’m just going to be forthright with you. You’re on another part of the island at a different resort, somewhat similar to the one that you were staying. However this one does more than just pamper the rich and famous. This retreat is a playground for patrons interested in more, ahem, perverse desires. More specifically in slaves. Sex slaves.”

Kat just stared at the man with an incredulous look. What could she say? Inside, her heart skipped a beat.

“Back at home you work for a well-known gym. Do you happen to remember who owns that company?”

“What does that have to do with anythi – wait. You! You’re Angus Matheson! You own the chain of gyms I work at!”

The rugged, grey-haired, muscular man gave her a benign, almost fatherly grin. “Took you some time did it?”

“You rigged the employee award to get me here?”

“Oh I didn’t have to do that. You really were the best personal trainer we have.”

“What do you want with me?”

Matheson rose and paced the room, running a hand through his grey locks.

“I’ve been keeping my eye on you for some time. I’ve noticed that you get excellent results from your clients because you’re so firm and strict, one might say almost dominating. I don’t even know if you noticed that about yourself. We need somebody with your kind of discipline who can do the same with our slaves. Our patrons here can be pretty, well, violent with them. We need somebody to toughen them up. Get them fitter. Effectively, we want a personal trainer for them.”

He forestalled her next question with a raised hand. “You’re an orphan, and a bit of a loner. You’re attractive, but you attract the wrong kind of people. With your height and looks, people mistake you for a cute, under-aged girl, something you detest. You’ve had brief relationships with both men and women but no real connections. What we’re offering is something beyond your wildest imaginations. Work with us, and you’ll be rewarded generously. Money definitely. But in time, you’ll find that money is only a means to an end, and what we offer goes beyond what money can buy.”

Matheson studied her expression, watching the conflicting feelings racing across her face.

“Did I mention the alternative?” Suddenly, he was inches away, looming over her. One large hand griping her throat firmly. His bathrobe had fallen open to reveal his broad chest and chiselled abs. She was painfully aware of just how large and powerful he was. Though he dwarfed her physically, she felt pinned more by the force of his presence than the strength of his muscles.

“I can have you taken in as a slave, forced to suffer for our pleasure. There are people here who do more than just fuck their slavegirls. In fact, being raped will probably be the best part of the rest of your life.” Every day you will be our plaything, to be used while you still satisfy us and discarded at a whim.” He caressed one pert breast through her thin silk nightgown.

“Let me be clear. You’re not a slave at my pleasure and my pleasure only. I like you and I think you’ll have a lot of potential to grow here. But cross me, and this island can always use another slave. Think about what happened to you tonight. Understood?”

She could do nothing but squeak her assent. He lifted his hand from her throat and straightened his robe.

“Excellent, let’s go take a look at our newest recruits.”

Katherine was amazed to find that herself damp between her legs. She imaged him tearing her flimsy nightgown off her body and somehow felt strangely disappointed.

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Chapter 3 – Intake and Processing

By Vdias

Previously: Katherine Lee is a personal trainer working for at a gym owned by Angus Matheson who has chosen her to work for the Haven, a resort that caters in slavegirls for the rich and wealthy. Her nemesis Emily Winder is not so lucky and is kidnapped to join the ranks of slavegirls working on the island.

The two guards led Katherine out on legs still wobbly from the drugs to the electric buggy. With a start, she realised she didn’t recognise where she was. Though it was night and still dark, she could tell she was no longer in the same Haven as the one she remembered.

By the time the buggy stopped in front of a blocky and utilitarian building, Kat was strong enough to walk on her own. They left the two guards with the buggy as they passed through an imposing-looking steel door marked ‘Processing’.

“Here is where we process the new girls we collect. Not all come from the resort that would be too obvious. A lot of them are gathered from everywhere in the world. We take in strays, homeless, criminals and those specially selected for our clients.”

Past the door was a long dim corridor lined with one-way mirrors. Well dressed men and women clustered around each window, making eager comments.

“Oh yeah, I saw her prancing around in a bikini yesterday. Can’t wait to get my cock in that.”

“Check out the tongue on that one, she’ll be licking my clit from sunup to sundown.”

“That one’s awake. She looks so scared. Can I have her dad?”

What she saw through those mirrors made her jaw drop.

Racks of naked girls hung from hooks attached to their cuffed wrists. Most of them were unconscious but one or two were alert, eyes rolling wildly in terror. Guards brought in more women, cutting off whatever bed-gowns or clothes they were wearing and hanging them on more hooks. When a rack was full, they were wheeled into another room.

At the next window, the girls were given enemas, dipped into hair-removal gel pools and then showered and scrubbed in a process that reminded Kat of a car wash. It was all mechanised, flowing like a production line. Micro-chips were implanted into the backs of their necks before a white leather collar was locked around their throats. They were then unhooked from the racks and strapped into rectangular fames with their cuffed wrists and ankles pulled to each corner.

A conveyer belt transported the frames further down the line into a room set up like a large medical facility. Men and women in clinical lab-coats took measurements and performed medical checkups. Orifices were rudely opened and probed, breasts sized, and dimensions noted. The frames of a few unlucky girls were moved closer to the one-way mirror, the better the view for the audience while they discussed each passing girl like a piece of meat.

“Some of these girls are commissioned and paid for specifically by a client. They’ll be tailored to the owner’s wishes, the rest go through our regular process and are made available to anyone.”

At the end, the girls were squeezed into tiny cages and stacked onto trailaers. However not all of the girls were caged. Smelling salts were used to wake a few girls still strapped into their frames as clients entered the room, carrying whips and canes. Most of them wore fetish gear, leather harnesses, leather masks and pants, or for the ladies, form-fitting corset, bustiers and elegant kinky boots. They fell on the freshly awakened girls, lashing their vulnerable bodies with gusto. Still limp from drugs the helpless girls could do nothing but cry out in pain and fear. 

Matheson approached the lean, sinewy man leaning against the mirror, muttering into a radio. “How goes the intake Emiel?”

“Smooth as silk. Emily is ready for you when you’re done.”

He glanced over at Katherine and gave a slight nod “Emiel Cashel. I’m the caretaker of this side of the island. So Matheson here thinks that you can whip our little sluts into shape, eh? Personally I think you should be on the other side of this glass.”

Kat stiffened at the condescending tone, painfully aware that she was still only dressed in a flimsy nightgown. Surrounded by all these powerful looking men and women was making her feel uncomfortably vulnerable. She snapped back. “You can’t be doing a very good job if I have to take over their fitness Mr Cashel, do you actually do any work or just fuck them?”

Emiel laughed good-naturedly “You’re right, she’ll fit fine here. Call me Cash”

“If you’ll excuse us,” Matheson cut in “We’ll go see Emily now. By the way, good job with the intake.”

Cash waved his goodbyes as Matheson and Kat group entered a side corridor that led into the processing rooms. Some of the clients had stopped their whipping to rape their girls, thrusting their cocks into any available opening, the air heavy with smell of fear and sex. Whimpering and screams mixed with the whistles of whips and the slaps of canes striking bare flesh.

They stopped in front of one of the frames. To Katherine’s amazed delight, Emily was strapped tight in it. Her arms and legs quivered from the tension that the frame was exerting on her limbs. Although she had been freshly washed, a sheen of terrified sweat coated her tanned body. She looked back at Matheson, wide eyed like a child with a new present.

“Ah, did I forget to tell you that you get to own Emily? Go on, you can touch her. She’s all yours now”

Kat stroked the flesh along her taut stomach tracing her fingers along the curve of her hips, up to her full yet firm tits. Emily’s terrified eyes followed her movements, mouth working as she tried to speak, to plead to be released. Kat paid her no head, continuing the exploration of her new toy as she stood up on her tip-toes to whisper in her ear “Oh you’re so mine now, you fucking bitch.”

An exploratory tweak of a nipple elicited a squeak from her slack mouth, which turned into a howl of pain when Kat dug her nails into the tender nubs. Kat revelled in the sound, a tingling feeling between her legs. With gathering confidence, she stroked the now hairless pussy. Peeling back the hood to expose her glistening clit, she rubbed the little nub and in short order the slit began oozing

“So very sensitive, I like that. I’m going to have so much fun breaking you.”

Matheson watched with folded arms, surprised yet pleased to see Kat taking charge of her property so quickly. Watching the petite Asian girl exert her dominance over the taller woman was incredibly arousing. He strolled over to another newly captured girl, a delightful looking teenage brunette, freed his considerably erect cock from his shorts and plunged into her dry cunt. To his pleasant surprise he felt her intact hymen tear from the force of his thrust. A virgin!

Meanwhile, Kat was trying to see how many fingers she could fit into Emily’s pussy. She had only managed three, before encountering resistance from tight vaginal muscles.

“Hmm, very tight down there. I’d have thought you’d be looser, since you always seem to spread your legs for every hunk that walks in the gym.”

She pushed her fingers into Emily’s mouth, forcing them down her throat to clean them. As Kat’s fingers probed the back of her throat, Emily’s neck and stomach tensed, her gag reflex kicking in. Kat yanked her fingers out before Emily could make a mess.

“Throat needs a little work, what with all the things I’m gonna shove down there.

She balled her fist and punched Emily across the face, not hard enough to break anything but strong enough to snap her head back with the force of the blow.

“Hey, looks like I can reach your face after all,” Kat giggled.

Emily could only hang limp, cheek throbbing from the punch and blood dripping from a cut lip. Kat stood up on tip-toes and licked the salty-tasting blood before giving her a passionate and violent kiss.

With a grunt, Matheson tensed and shot his load into the teenager’s virgin pussy. He swivelled the frame horizontally so that her head was level with his groin. With his hand bunched in her blonde locks he tilted her head forward and cleaned his blood and semen covered shaft inside her unresisting, drooling mouth.  After drying his penis with her hair he walked back to where Kat was still busy toying with Emily’s now swollen clit.

“That’s enough for now Katherine, you’ll have plenty of time with her later.”

Kat reluctantly pulled away, giving Emily’s reddened twat one last hard slap before rejoining him.

They left the processing building and hitched a ride on one of the electric buggies towing a trailer full of caged girls. Up close, Kat saw that the girls were folded into a foetal position inside each cramped tiny cage. After a short trip, they stopped at another villa that looked identical to the one that she had recently been abducted from.

“You should get some rest, tomorrow is a brand new day for you and you need time to process what you’ve been through tonight. Someone will pick you up early morning.”

“I... Mr Matheson, thank you for not making me into a slave. And giving me Emily is a dream come true. But I have to ask, why is Emily a slave and I’m not?”

Matheson paused. “You’re a good employee. I think you’d be wasted as a mere slave. Emily... well if she wasn’t coming here I’d have probably end up firing her. She’s a terrible manager, and I’ve no idea how she got to where she was at in the first place. Sleeping around I figure. So you see this is killing two birds with one stone.”

He patted her on the head. “Besides like I said, I like you. Just don’t let me down. I need to make sure that everything is completed. You have a good night.”

A few minutes later, Kat was back in bed in a room that looked virtually the same as the one she was in a couple of hours ago. Yet in that time, her world had been turned on top of her head. The entire night felt so surreal that she pinched herself to see if she was dreaming. But the smell of Emily’s scent on her hand reminded her that this was real. Despite her excitement, she was soon fast asleep.

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Chapter 4 - Veronica and Hanna

It was still dark when a loud knocking sound roused her awake. Sleepily she rose from her bed, wrapped a bathrobe around herself and answered the door. Waiting for her was a woman who could only be described as Amazonian. Tall and statuesque, she towered over the tiny Kat like some bronzed goddess. Her long auburn hair was pulled back tight in a simple ponytail. She was dressed in a military cap, short button top that exposed a large amount of tanned midriff and tight booty shorts, all in a dark navy blue colour. Stiletto sandals and a leather belt with vicious looking accoutrements including a whip and a electric stun baton completed the ensemble.

She held a chain leash that led to the red leather collar of a naked teenage girl, no more than 16, standing behind her. She held a serving tray in front of her but not with her hands. Two corners of the tray were buckled around her slim waist, the other two corners were held up by thin chains clipped to rings threaded through the girl’s pierced nipples. On the tray was neatly folded clothing and a covered breakfast, the weight pulling the poor girl’s breasts into stretched cones. Adding to her suffering, toe-crushing ballet boots were padlocked to her feet, and a large pink ball-gag was strapped tight in her mouth.

“Hi Katherine, I’m Veronica. Veronica Kuznetsova. You must be our newest recruit” said the first woman.

Katherine could only gawk at the pair. Memories of last night came rushing back and she collected herself

“Oh, ah, yes hello Ms Kuznets...”

Veronica laughed “Oh don’t worry about that, just call me Veronica. I’m chief of the Haven’s security and I’m here to introduce you to the Haven, the real Haven resort, not the one you’ve just left.”

Veronica pulled the collared girl inside. Katherine noticed that red silken rope bound the slave-girl's arms behind her at wrists and elbows, tight enough that her elbows touched. Interestingly, a number of coloured tags were clipped to rings attached to her red collar.

“You’ve got about an hour to get ready. After breakfast, put on the uniform and let Hanna here take you to the training complex. Feel free to have a little play with her, she’s being punished for failing to please her last client.” She smacked an open palm against the slave-girl’s rump, who flinched from the sting but held the serving tray steady. “But don’t be late now. It’s your first day.”

Veronica left Kat with Hanna, who was still standing on trembling legs, balancing on her ballet boots. She unstrapped the serving tray from Hanna, much to her relief. Relief was short lived as Kat gave the rings an experimental twist. Silent tears sprung to her eyes and Kat laughed.

Eagerly she dragged Hanna by her leash to the bedroom. Thinking about Emily last night was making her feel incredibly horny. She unbuckled the ball gag and pulled it free. To her surprise, the ball gag was actually a dildo gag long enough to push down her throat but short enough to allow her to breath. Hanna choked and gurgled as Kat slid the pink shaft clear of her lips.

“Thank you Mistress!” Hanna gasped, working her stiff jaw.

“You can thank me by pleasing me.” Kat commanded.

Obediently, Hanna leaned forward and nuzzled Kat’s neck as she reclined on the bed, her wet tongue and moist lips trailing little kisses down to her breasts. She sucked Kat’s large brown nipples until she heard her sighing in pleasure. More kisses between her cleavage, down her belly, until Hanna knelt between Kat’s legs and applied her mouth to her crotch. Hanna’s skillful tongue soon had Kat buckling wildly on the bed, fingers tangled in Hanna’s hair as she ground her pussy against her mouth and nose. Hanna struggled breathe, her face pressed firmly in Kat’s privates.

While Kat recovered from a mind-blowing orgasm, she ordered the panting Hanna to stand in bedroom corner, sticky with Kat’s juices and sweat drying on her face. After cleaning herself up and finishing breakfast she dressed in the clothes that Veronica had left. They were similar in style to the uniform Veronica wore except her belt had no equipment attached and a baseball cap replaced the military hat. She modelled her outfit in front of the bedroom mirror, admiring the way that the top accentuated her breasts and the stilettos gave her extra height. It had the feel of a security guard uniform but sexier and it made her feel powerful and dominant.

After breakfast, Kat reinserted the dildo gag back into Hanna’s mouth, picked up her leash and let her pull her to where she needed to go. Daybreak was beginning, tiny rays of light streaming through the palm trees as Kat followed the tottering Hanna. It almost felt like taking a dog for an early morning walk, if the dog was a sexy teenage slave-girl. Watching Hanna’s wriggling backside as she maintained her sensual trot in her ballet boots was one of the most arousing things Kat had ever seen. Veronica’s hand-print still glowed on her butt cheek and other welts, some fresh, some faded attested to other punishments that the slave-girl had endured.

Early as it was, they saw nobody else during the walk.  After a while they reached another part of the resort with a sign overhead

‘Training Complex’

‘Punishment Rooms’

‘Slave Storage’

Here Kat saw other female guards, dressed like her. Male guards roamed the area too, all uniformed in black, tight-fitting spandex, all with fine physiques and attractive qualities. She saw other slaves too, hurrying to some chore or being disciplined for some infraction. One slave-girl was kneeling f0ace-down in the dirt, desperately kissing the feet of a pair of women guards. Her wrists were cuffed to her collar, forcing her to prop herself up on her elbows. As she licked one guard’s boot the other slashed at her upturned buttocks with a cane. When she moved her attention to the other guard, the first would resume her lashing. Either way she could not win, while the guards laughed at her hopeless attempts to please them both.

Another girl was busy giving a male guard a morning blowjob. She was bent at the waist, with a leather thong plaited in her hair leading to a butt hook embedded deep in her ass, forcing her head forward to receive the guard’s cock. He was expertly flicking his whip over her back, wrapping around her ass to strike between her spread legs on her tender pussy and thighs. A muffed scream issued at each sting of the lash but her mouth never left the guard’s erect cock.

He pulled out and spurted his cum over her tear-stained face. “Absolutely terrible, cunt! I couldn’t get one third of my cock down your pathetic throat. I thought cheerleaders sucked and fucked their way through high-school. Looks like you need more encouragement in the punishment rooms.” The slave-girl sobbed her apology as he led her away by her collar leash, his cum drying on her lips and cheeks.

Finally they reached an open parade ground. Rows of cages from processing last night were stacked across the ground. Hanna trotted up to a podium at the head of the grounds where Veronica, flanked by other guards, stood.

“Excellent, good to see you made it in time. That uniform fantastic on your body, which is great because it’s more for the benefit of our paying guests than for us.” She eyed Hanna’s dishevelled appearance and sticky face “And I see you’ve made use of our lovely slut Hanna. How was she?”

“Simply amazing, I’ve never had a girl get me off so intensely” Kat replied.

“Glad to hear, she’s not lesbian but she’s been in female pleasure training now for six months. A client was testing her out and she wasn’t impressed by her performance. Good to see that she can do better with the proper motivation.”

“You’ll only be observing so you won’t get your tools today” Veronica gestured at Kat’s empty belt. “Just follow me, watch and keep your eyes open.”

Guards began to circulate among through the parade ground, opening cage doors and forcing the girls out by simply sticking their stun baton through the bars and zapping naked skin. The air was filled with the crackle of electricity on flesh and the shrieks of stunned girls struggling work their cramped muscles to crawl out of their tiny cages. Gradually, the cages were emptied and the girls herded to the front of the podium. Kat saw Emily cowering amongst them, no longer the disdainful, aloof executive. She was now just another terrified future slave-girl, to be trained and moulded for her owner.

Veronica looked down at the assembled mass of terrified girls. “Listen up you cunts. Today you are now all slaves. You live at the pleasure of your new masters. You exist to keep your masters happy. Get used to it, sluts. The faster you learn the less pain you’ll experience. Relatively.” The guards all laughed at the last sentence. “There is no escape from this island so don’t even dream about it. You all have track-able chips implanted in your necks. Sooner or later we’ll find you.”

“Some basic rules. Firstly, if you’re not doing anything you are kneeling with your back arched, tits out, hands behind your head and knees spread.” She gestured at Hanna who had already adopted the position. A few bright girls were already falling to their knees. The slower ones, Emily included, were zapped and whipped by guards until they too were kneeling as Hanna was. Others pissed themselves, their urine splashing on the grass and dirt, faces aflame in embarrassment and humiliation.

“If you’re standing, same applies. Always keep your back arched and legs apart so that your masters have easy access to you.” She made a quick flicking motion to Hanna, like an owner directing a dog. Without using her hands, Hanna rose to her feet, keeping her legs wide apart. Kat was amazed that she could balance so well on her ballet boots and thought about the hours of training she must have endured to be able to rise from a kneeling position without hands and in such footwear.

You don’t speak unless you’re spoken to. When you reply, you address everyone as ‘Master’ or ‘Mistress’. That includes all the guards here...

“Lastly, break any rules and you’ll head for the punishment rooms. If you think training is tough, a week in a punishment room will make training feel like the luxury retreat you just came from. You’re all dismissed. Report to training.”

A few guards began to split the girls into groups and herd them into large building. The rest dispersed to other duties. Veronica turned to Kat and said “They’re headed for the training school now. We’ll take a look at the classrooms and then show you the rest of the Haven."

“Yes please!” Kat replied.

Chapter 5 – Orientation

By Vdias

Veronica looked at Hanna. “You’ve done well this morning, I’m going to give you a little treat”. Her fingers played across Hanna’s considerable breasts. She spent a few minutes squeezing and stroking her ringed nipples and wet clit, watching the slave-girl grow excited. Hanna began to squirm and moan through her gag under Veronica’s teasing, her hips wriggling in an attempt to get more pressure. With her legs wide apart, her boots made little scraping sounds against the floor as she quivered, wetness dripping down her thighs.

Just as she was on the cusp of a climax, Veronica twisted Hanna’s tits rings agonisingly hard enough to make her squeal past her gag, until she dropped from the peak of her arousal. It was clear from Hannah’s wet cheeks, pleading eyes and muffled whines that she considered this anything but a treat. Watching Veronica demonstrate her power over this hapless slave-girl made Katherine wet all over again. Once more her mind turned to Emily, wild ideas stroking her imagination and excitement.

“That’s enough fun, time to continue your orientation.” Wiping her sticky fingers in Hanna’s hair, Veronica turned to Katherine who was breathing almost as heavily as Hanna and laughed. “Save yourself, you have plenty of time for that later” Kat nodded silently as she took a deep breath and composed herself. Poor Hanna’s breathing, restricted as it was by the intruder down her throat, took longer to slow.

They headed towards the building that the new slave-girls had just entered. The frustrated Hanna trotted behind them, her leash still held firmly in Kat’s hand. The building consisted of several floors of rooms, each with one-way mirrors similar in layout to the processing building but with classrooms instead.

“How long does each girl go through training?” Kat asked.

“Training usually takes about a year unless they’re assigned to specialist roles. They’re ranked by the number of skills they’ve acquired and you can tell how far they are by the colour of their collars.” Veronica indicated Hanna’s red collar. “New girls start off white, then goes pink, green, red and black. Black means they’re ready to be handed to a client.”

“You probably noticed the little tags on her collar. Think of them like military ribbons, except they indicate what the sexual skills the slaves are proficient in. They serve as physical, humiliating reminders of the lewd skills that they’ve learnt. See this,” Veronica tapped a tag on Hanna’s collar shaped like silhouette of a kitten “This means that she’s skilled in pussy licking.”

“And these,” She brushed several tags of varying colours in stylised shapes of penises and vaginas “shows how many men and women she has fucked or been fucked by.” She laughed as Hanna blushed in shame. “The colours show whether she used her mouth, cunt, ass, breasts or hands. It’s all the more humiliating for her considering that she came from a good Catholic family yet she’s probably fucked more people than most hookers. And she’s not even out of training yet. ”

“Speaking of which” Veronica took another tag from her belt pouch and added it to the shiny collection on Hanna’s collar. “That’s for her morning with you. Remember you’ll need to tag them every time if you fuck one of the girls. Also remember this tag,” She tugged at two round black discs set on a separate ring in her collar “This is for each time a slave-girl is sent to the punishment rooms.”

“When do they get sent to the punishment rooms”

“Depends. If they displease one of the clients it’s almost a guaranteed trip there. We can take them there for any infractions but usually we just administer discipline on the spot, or note it down for later. Punishment rooms are generally used for under-performance or disobeying orders. No girl who’ve been sent there ever want to pay another visit.”

“Ah here’s the recent intake, they’re going through sex skill assessment right now”

This room resembled a school hall. Girls were herded into lines in front of several stations, performed some sexual test and then moved to the next station. At one of the stations sat a row of rubber dildos mounted on rods set in the floor. At a command from a guard, the girls reluctantly stood over the dildos and crouched, pushing them as deep inside their pussy as they could go. The guard walked down the row, flicking her cane against each straining butt-cheek or exposed back for encouragement.

The test was repeated two more times, one for their ass and one for their mouths. For a few poor girls it was reported that the dildo slid inside too easily and they were forced to repeat the test with thicker dildos. Their faces were red with the strain of pushing in the wider girth into each orifice. A lab-coated technician measured the depth by notches marked  on each dildo, and clipped three tags that indicated their vaginal, anal and oral depths and thickness onto their white collars.

At another section, the new slave-girls stood with their legs apart while pink-collared students licked them to an orgasm. Each one was timed to measure their sensitivity. Some of the heterosexual girls, never having been with another girl, cried openly in disgust and horror as their nether regions were nuzzled by the fearful pink-collars. More guards lashed at licking slaves for every half-minute the girl they worked on did not come. One of them had her back and buttocks turned into a mass of welts as she vainly tried to get her partner to come. Eventually she was dragged off, a black disc clipped to her collar and another girl took her place.

By the end, the girls had their pussy, ass and throat depth measured. Their sensitivity and tolerance to pain had been assessed. Each had sucked and fucked one man and slave-girl at least once. A ring in each of their collars were already jingling with tags, ranking their performance. Other rings waited to be filled when they were trained. Kat was eager to see what Emily’s tags said about her, but instead she followed Veronica to the next floor.

They passed classrooms with numerous subjects. ‘Slave postures’, ‘Conduct and Behaviour’, ‘Makeup’, ‘Cock Sucking’ and ‘Cunt Licking’ were label at each room. The group stopped in front of one that said ‘Sex positions’ where the one way mirror showed rows of pink-collared girls, watching as one of their classmates lay flat on her back, then lifted herself up in the gym bridge position. A male guard, naked from the waist down crouched at her head and slid his cock into her open mouth. On the other end, a female guard wearing a strap-on double dildo knelt between her spread thighs and roughly pushed herself into both dry holes, forcing her mouth deeper on the man’s rod.

‘So you see,” the woman guard said to the class “This position lets me access her tits and cunt easier than doggy style.” She demonstrated by pinching the slave-girls clit, then swiping her raised breasts with her cane, eliciting a scream that was muffled by the cock down her throat. “Now everyone practice and as you should remember from slave posture classes, always on tip-toes.”

The class complied, the pink collars adopting the position. The male guard inspected their height, dipping his thick cock into a proffered mouth or open pussy while the woman corrected their postures with her cane, whipping their straining curved backs. Any poor slave-girl who left her feet or hands flat on the ground found them crushed by her sharp stilettos.

“These are some the basic subjects that all the slave-girls go through. There are advanced subjects as well such as pain-tolerance, role-plays, language studies, geography, maths-”

“Wait,” interrupted Kat “what are those last subjects?”

“Ah, not all our clients want to rape and torture random brainless sluts. Some prefer women of class and education to own and dominate or those who speak their native languages. Blonde American girls who can speak Asian languages are obviously very popular with the rich Chinese and Japanese. Our training covers everything we need. Here’s a geography class right now.”

The classroom was occupied by red-collared girls, all kneeling face down so they could not see the world map hung from the front wall. A male guard had his thick cock buried in the ass of the slave teacher, her shiny tags tinkling from her black collar as he plowed her from behind, pinning her hard against the lectern with each thrust.

“Name the capital of China, Amy” she panted.

“Shanghai, Mistress” a brunette in the front row replied.

“No, that’s a common mistake, the answer is Beijing” the teacher gasped at a particularly violent shove from the guard ravaging her ass.

A second guard prodded his baton against Amy’s puckered ass hole and pressed a button. There was a zap and Amy shrieked, her butt clenching against the electric intruder. The class as a whole flinched and Katherine felt the leash in her hand twitch as Hanna also winced in sympathy.

By the time they left the classrooms it was nearly noon. Just past the entrance they stopped in front of a map that displayed the layout of the rest of the Haven. Katherine’s jaw dropped at the realisation of how large the place was. It was about four times as large as the resort she had came from less than half a day ago.

“Oh my lord, this place is huge!”

“Very” replied Veronica “It’s a Disneyland for adults who enjoy torturing girls. There are approximately three thousand slaves available, and one thousand guests, plus seven hundred support staff like you and me. Almost two slaves for every patron and employee here. Considering the guests pay astronomical amounts of money to stay here and we get paid to do the same, I think we’ve got a pretty good deal.”

The Haven was laid out in a circular shape, broken up by smaller circular sections nestled inside. Labels such as ‘Haven Prison’, ‘Haven Farms’ and ‘Church of Haven’ amongst other themes dotted the layout.

“We’re right here in the middle,” Veronica tapped the centre of the map at the circular section marked ‘Training Complex’. “Directly north of us the Haven Hospital. It accommodates those who have a medical fetish. Doctors and nurses, therapists and patients, that sort of thing. It also doubles up as a real medical centre where sick clients can be treated in comfort, served by slaves and injuries to slaves can be treated. Broken bones, torn arse holes, ripped nipple rings and the like.”

“The other parks caters for other fantasy fetishes that our guests desire. Some are built to order, like this one.“ She pointed to an unlabeled smaller circle nestled between ‘Haven School Grounds and ‘Power-plant’ with a small castle icon. “We built this castle specifically for one guest. Mr Travis likes to pretend he is Dracula with his own harem of vampire slave sluts. On some nights, a group of us dress up as angry peasants and we pretend to storm his castle, he beats us back naturally and has his way with a few of us.”

She noticed Kat’s surprised expression “Ah, I should point out that though we’re not slaves, we are employees of the Haven and we’re expected to defer to our clients and participate in their games. Don’t worry, guests have strict rules about what they can do with us and a lot of their games turn out to be incredibly fun”.

“I’ll take your word for it” Kat replied dubiously.

“We’ll go to the cafeteria and then visit Haven Hospital. Let’s flag down a ponycart.”

“Ponycart...?”

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