Slaves, Torments
She woke up and found herself in a strange bed, more like a cradle. There was a fog in her head. The bed slowly rotated to a vertical position. She fell out of it onto a cold metal grate. Below her was an empty, dark space. She braced herself against the grate-floor with her hands to avoid falling completely. She realized she was completely naked and was now on all fours; her breasts hung down and looked especially prominent in that position. Her friends were jealous of her.
"Nadya, I wish I had your tits!" one of them would say.
"I'd give them to you for free if I could. Men are always staring." Nadya didn't like male
attention; it embarrassed her. She felt men only wanted sex from her, and she thought it was dirty. Although she sometimes masturbated in the shower, it was just for health, she told herself.Nadya heard footsteps. They were getting closer. In the semi-darkness, the silhouette of a man in a suit became more and more noticeable. He approached, grabbed the young girl by the hair, lifted her, and set her on her knees. In his other hand was a pistol.
"Happy birthday, bitch!" he said, looking into Nadya's frightened eyes.
"Please, let me go," she whispered fearfully. Her lips and tongue barely obeyed her. "It hurts, let me go."
"Shut up, bitch. You're a slave. No one cares if you're in pain or not. Remember, you're a sex doll. And if you resist..." He pressed the pistol to her forehead, then gestured somewhere into the darkness. In that spot, it seemed to get a little brighter, and Nadya saw a body there. It was all scratched, beaten, with broken bones, and it had her face and a build similar to hers. Nadya screamed and trembled with fear. She couldn't believe what was happening. A slave? A sex doll? This was a nightmare; she thought she would wake up soon. The man still held her by the hair. With a quick movement, he put the pistol behind his back and took out an object made of two thin semicircles, bringing it to her neck. They connected around her neck; a leash led from the circle to him. It was a collar. The man pressed something on the collar, and Nadya suddenly felt intense pain, as if all over her body. She fell onto all fours, screaming in pain. And then it suddenly stopped.
"That was only the first level of pain. It will be three times stronger if you don't obey. Understood?"
"Y... yes," the frightened, disoriented Nadya barely managed to say. She still hadn't woken up. Could this be real? she thought. Just recently, she was walking home to her parents, thinking about a conversation with her friends. They were discussing their dream weddings. What kind of groom would be best? Nadya wanted a handsome and rich husband. A big, expensive wedding. A luxurious wedding night. Where she would, by all the rules, have her first sex. And live with a husband who would fulfill her every dream. If this nightmare was real, then that dream was never meant to come true.
"I'm now handing you over to your new owner. He wanted to train you himself. Crawl on your knees beside me."
"C... clo... clothes," Nadya mumbled. And again, she felt all-encompassing pain. A second later, it stopped.
"Don't say anything and follow instructions. You may only speak when you are allowed. Crawl!"
Nadya crawled on all fours beside the man. He opened a door, and light hit Nadya's eyes. They exited into a small, bright room. In the center was a table with some folders on it. Also, a man was sitting opposite the table. He stood up from the chair and knocked over one of the folders; it flopped onto the floor. There were photographs of different women and some text next to them. Nadya noticed her own photograph there. "Nadya - the innocent little angel," the headline letters read.
"Sergey, congratulations, here is your new slave. Inspect her for defects and sign here and here," the man said, pointing to something on the table.
Meanwhile, Nadya continued reading the description next to her photograph. Young, modest, uptight girl with a slender body and large breasts. Can you turn this decent girl into your obedient slut? Be careful, she might resis... She didn't have time to finish reading as the man picked up the folder and returned it to the table. Then he handed the collar's remote to Sergey.
"Stand up, Nadya," Sergey said. Nadya, trembling, struggled to her feet. She looked into Sergey's eyes; he was studying her. He pressed something on the remote, and the leash detached from it and seemed to just disappear. This surprised Nadya. Maybe I am dreaming after all? How did it disappear? What does this mean?
"Turn around," Sergey said. Nadya hesitated a little, a bit longer than necessary. Sergey pressed something on the remote, and she felt pain again. He released it. "I said, stand with your back to me," he told her, looking into her eyes. Nadya turned around fearfully. "Remote control works, and she looks good," Sergey noted. "Turn to me, open your mouth." He inspected her mouth. An important part of a slave, it will work a lot, he thought. "Sit on the table, spread your legs." Nadya, trembling, followed the instructions, and now this man was casually examining her vagina.
"Good." Sergey signed the paper next to her twice. She saw the signature in the "goods received" column and in the clause stating that all responsibility for the slave's condition and actions now lies entirely with the buyer; the goods will not be accepted for return. Even if it damages itself.
"Thank you, have a good day with your new bitch. Bitch, this is your owner, obey him," the man said.
"Thank you," Sergey said. "Walk beside me, Nadya."
Nadya, trembling and covering herself, followed her new owner. He went outside. Nadya stopped. She couldn't just go out like this. "Go!" Sergey commanded. She slowly stepped outside. And suddenly she realized—this was her chance. She screamed, "Help! Help!" and ran wherever her eyes looked. There were many people on the street, and no one seemed to pay attention. Something was wrong. Nadya saw a man sitting on a bench with a girl kneeling in front of him giving him a blowjob. Passersby with girls on all fours walking on leashes in revealing clothes. And suddenly she felt pain. The owner approached her. "Welcome to the new world! This must be surprising for you. These girls are slaves; we can clone you as many times as we want, so listen to me, or I'll replace you with a new one. Be obedient—I won't hurt you. Understood? I allow you to speak."
"Y... yes," Nadya answered in shock. Nadya walked further beside her owner in silence and tried not to look around. There were some female screams, pleas for help. It was scary to look at the horror that might be happening there. She still hoped to wake up.
Soon they approached a house with a yard. Like in American movies. The owner opened the house, and they entered. Immediately, a girl in a maid's outfit fell to her knees and began helping him take off his shoes. Glancing at Nadya, her eyes widened in fear, but she quickly returned to her work.
"Master, would you like to use your toilet?"
"Yes, please," the owner said, and the woman, smiling, began carefully unbuttoning his trousers, then, pulling them down along with his underwear, she took his penis into her mouth. And he began to urinate into her.
"Look, Nadya, what a good girl this bitch is. She doesn't spill a drop of urine. She's an excellent slave, too bad she's bored me. You'll learn too."
Nadya couldn't believe what was happening. His last words shocked her. And this girl who was enthusiastically drinking urine seemed familiar. She was a blonde with medium-sized breasts and big eyes. Her voice was painfully familiar. But it couldn't be that...
"Master, may I suck you now?" the blonde asked, throwing a contemptuous glance at Nadya.
"No, go to the punishment room. Today is your last day; I'll play with you one last time. And your replacement will watch; it will be instructive for her."
"But how? Master, did I do something wrong?" the blonde began in confusion, tears welling up in her eyes. The master stroked her cheek and turned to Nadya.
"Do you recognize her? This is your mother," he said, completely ignoring the maid. These words seemed to materialize the thought that had already occurred to Nadya earlier. This thought struck her like a whip. But how? Why did mom look young?
"She's also a produced clone, but she has your mother's memories and appearance. Do you recognize your daughter?"
"Yes," she said dryly. She understood that this kinship was conditional, and in front of her was just a copy.
"Mom, what happened to you? You look..." She didn't finish as pain pierced her.
"Don't speak without the master's permission! Your mother has already bored me. Come with me."
They descended into a basement room filled with various tools, handcuffs, dildos, vibrators. Both girls were quietly crying to themselves. He commanded them to kneel. He tied Nadya's hands and feet and sat her on a chair. "Don't be afraid, you'll just watch today. This slave has served me for several years. I've raised her to be absolutely obedient. She no longer has a name or will. I want to show you how devoted she is. She's ready to die on my command. Bitch, take the knife and get on all fours on the bed."
A retractable bed slid out from the wall. The blonde followed the instructions. The owner took off everything except his shirt and approached her from behind. His penis was erect.
"Nadya, look what a nice ass mom has," he slapped the blonde's butt loudly. "I always loved fucking her in the ass. Bitch, I allow you to ask to be fucked in the ass."
"Master, please, fuck me, I've been waiting for this so much."
"Good, but this time I'll only fuck you if you cut off your nipple."
"Master, but please... I'm good..." mommy didn't finish; she understood it was useless. She was trained not to think about anything except the master's pleasure. At any cost. She had no choice. The master would punish her ten times worse if she didn't choose his pleasure. She took the knife and cut off her nipple.
"Mom!" Nadya shouted and immediately received a pain shock.
"Forgot to gag her," the owner said and inserted a gag into her mouth. Then, to Nadya's indignant muffled sounds, he returned to the bitch. She was sobbing but waited for the master to enter her. Although she didn't like anal sex at all, for the master's pleasure, she had to play along. He was already at her rear, rubbing his penis against the entrance.
"I... I did it... master, enter me."
"You've earned it, bitch," the owner sharply inserted his penis into her anus and began fucking her hard; she screamed from the pain. But she moved her hips correctly, so it would be more pleasant for the master to fuck his property. Otherwise, it would be even worse. She knew. Her breasts swung, and blood dripped from them. Sergey felt his unconditional power.
"Get on your knees on the floor," he commanded. His slave obeyed. The floor in the punishment room was stone; kneeling here was painful, but she was used to enduring and giving the master blowjobs for hours.
"Please, fuck my mouth, master, I want your seed."
"Only if you sacrifice something else... Cut off your clitoris."
The bitch looked at the master with the most pitiful look possible. But he looked at her mercilessly. She sighed and, trembling, cut off her clitoris. She screamed in pain, she was feverish, but she devotedly opened her mouth, waiting for the master to deign to insert into her the penis that had just been in her ass. The master began fucking her mouth. He enjoyed her devotion.
Nadya watched as her bleeding mother diligently sucked her owner's penis. This wasn't just humiliation; it was the complete dissolution of her mother's personality into the owner. She completely ignored her own pain for him. She was turned into a toy. Nadya realized with horror that the same awaited her.
"Ahh, what a good bitch, but it's time to say goodbye to you." He inserted his penis all the way in and stopped. After a while, she began to suffocate. She knew she had no right to even fight for her life; it didn't belong to her. She lost consciousness. The master jerked her head a little more and came on her face. He turned to Nadya.
"Well, now you'll take her place." He approached Nadya's tear-stained, detached face and brought his penis to her. "Lick your master's cock."
She looked with disgust at the penis, which had remnants of her mother's saliva and semen on it. The master slapped her. "I said lick." She stuck out her tongue and carefully touched the penis. She began to lick it. "Don't forget the balls," the master commanded. When she finished, the master said:
"You must thank me every time I give you my cock. And call me master."
"Tha... thank you, maaaster," she said, stuttering.
"You no longer have a name; you're just my bitch. See the semen on your mommy's face? A bitch must lick up and eat all my semen." He grabbed the bitch by the hair and dragged her to her mother's face. "Lick it off."
Nadya turned away from her mother's semen-covered face; her hands and feet were tied, she couldn't do anything.
"Nnno, please." The master took a whip and lashed her buttocks. "Do as I said!!"
She began detachedly licking the semen and tears from her mother's cheeks, then from her mother's lips. And then forced herself to swallow it. The master watched with satisfaction as his new toy was destroyed by unbearable humiliation, by the repulsiveness of this act, by the violation of her mother, to which she was now a party. Only one more touch remained. He placed his toy on the bed and re-tied her legs to it. He put on a special spiked condom. He took a piece of the clitoris and nipple that Nadya's mother had cut off from herself and brought them to Nadya's mouth.
"Now eat this too." And he shoved them into her mouth. And covered her mouth so she couldn't spit them out. She tried. He entered her with the spiked condom with all his force, all the way into her vagina. He began to fuck her. Blood poured from her. It was hellishly painful. "I'll fuck you until you swallow." For Nadya, it was indescribably disgusting to eat this. She resisted as much as she could. But in the end, she swallowed. He was pleased. He pulled his penis out of her and came on her mother. "Lick your mother clean again, and that's all for today. If you don't obey, all this will repeat."
And the bitch understood that now she had an owner.