Initiation – Chapter 2

“Please help me…”

She struggles and pulls on the ties in hopes to discover any loose ends but finds none.

“You must be Vanessa. I was in your shoes a few years ago, but you owe a lot more than I did. Looking at your records, you’re never getting out of this. Relax for now. I’ll be looking after you for the next two hours with a mandatory spa treatment,” Celine rambles on as she tests a few products on Vanessa’s arm for allergies, “I’d prefer you to be cosy but I would be in so much trouble if something unexpected were to happen to you,” she says looking at the struggling captive bound in a standing spreadeagle.

She starts applying a hair mask on Vanessa, then tucks her smooth brunette curls into a silky bonnet.

“Wh-why are you working with them?”

“It’s not by choice sweetheart, I’m not exactly free yet, but because my loan’s almost paid off, I’ve been granted more freedom as long as I do what they say, and trust me.. you want to do what they say. I had to learn the hard way,” Celine grabs a small jar of another mask and gives Vanessa a facial. “Lucky for you, you’re stunningly gorgeous. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone decides to take you home as soon as you’re on the market and give your leash more slack.”

“What do you mean?”

“It means you’ll be a pet in a big golden cage. You’ll be a slave without feeling too much like one.”

Celine’s unphased manner gave Vanessa a strange feeling in her gut. It’s as if nothing wrong was happening and she’s only programmed to do her job.

Celine goes on to wipe down Vanessa’s beautiful naked figure with a warm, damp towel starting from her arms, to her torso, gently rubbing her supple breasts. The soft friction on the nipples teased out a few gasps from her. Celine notices and continues to wipe all the sweat off Vanessa’s curvy hips, behind and toned legs.

“Looks like you had a lot of fun on your way here,” Celine grabs another warm clean towel and wipes down the slime from between Vanessa’s legs. 

Vanessa hangs her head down ashamed. Unaccustomed to having strangers touch her privates, let alone people in general, it felt as if Celine spent a little bit more time than she needed cleaning her flower.

“We’ll be stuck here for a while so you’re more than welcome to enjoy your treatment,” Celine winks in response to seeing the captive become more aroused, especially when rubbing near her swollen clit, still engorged from the play on the road.

She wipes the face mask off Vanessa’s face, applies a substantial amount of face cream on and without warning, wraps her head from behind with a tight silicone mask that covers her whole head, besides a small opening for her nose to breathe, and zips it up from the back.

“MMMPHHH!!”

“Surprise!” Celine giggles seeing Vanessa try to escape, “shhh… it’s okay, you’ll be okay, sorry I just wanted to play with you a little. Try to relax, breathe through your nose. The cream works better covered up while it does its thing. I’m going to laser your body hair off while we wait, it’ll sting a little.”

Vanessa tries to protest but only muffled screams were allowed by the mask that held her jaws closed and lips sealed. 

*ZAP!*

“NNNGHH!” she shudders as a small part of her arm got lasered.

“Awww sweetie… was that too much already? That’s okay, your pain tolerance will improve, especially if your owner trains you well. I still have to do the rest of your body so you’re going to have to be a big girl for me. Brace yourself for when we get up to the sensitive parts between your legs,” she says, tracing Vanessa’s slit.

Celine zaps her a few more times while she could only helplessly cry under the mask.

“I know what will help.”

Vanessa hears Celine shuffling around and feels a smooth, rubbery object pushed up against her clit.

“There we go,” Celine turns the vibrator on that she set up on a stand, “you won’t be able to get out of this, but at least you’ll have some distraction while I work on you.”

Celine gets to work on Vanessa while also teasing her. She would occasionally caress her client’s soft melons and flick her erected nipples gently, encouraged by panicked whimpers and suppressed moans.

“Mmmm, you’re enjoying this way too much,” Celine comments while wiping off more slime dripping down Vanessa’s folds with a towel, “did we just discover that someone’s a pain slut? Not everyone gets wet from torture, but you… are completely drenched sweetheart,” Celine pushes the vibrator into the folds for fun and a moan escapes her little victim, “Oh what’s that? You want to be used down there? That’s such a great idea.”

Celine inserts a nine-inch dildo attached to an adjustable stick. She sets it so it’s tall enough to leave the tip inside Vanessa’s opening when left on the floor. Celine goes on to laser Vanessa’s legs, inserting the rubber deep inside simultaneously with every zap. Between the slow pounding hitting her cervix and the vibration on her swelling button, her legs started to shake, unfiltered moans inspired Celine to pump twice at every click.

“Mmmm look at you dripping all over the floor.”

(This is sooo wrong, what in the world’s going on?) Vanessa could barely think. She’s never been played with by a woman before. Celine knew exactly the right buttons to press and there was nothing she could do to hide from someone who knew her body inside out.

Vanessa’s head was spinning, the pounding and vibrations were too much, from not wanting to give in to being on the verge of climax. She takes a break from lasering, increases the power on the vibrator and starts pounding faster while gently pulling Vanessa’s nipple slightly forward to minimize her ability to move.

“What a good girl you are taking all this pounding,” she says as Vanessa tenses and shakes uncontrollably, “mmm look at you go.”

The climax lasted for almost half a minute before Celine slowed down and lowered the vibrator’s power without turning it off. Calm enough for her to catch her breath but still keeping her on the edge. 

“That was fun! Whoever your new owner is will be so lucky.”

The weak vibrations on her swollen used clit slowly becomes more intense as her orgasm fades away. Vanessa’s legs went from shaking from pleasure to shaking from an overwhelming discomfort rattling her entire nervous system.

“Stphh.. mmph…”

“What’s that? It almost sounded like you’re asking me to stop, but your body’s just begging me for more. I still have a lot more area to cover so bear with me,” Celine teases, ignoring Van’s cries.

Celine extends the stick attached to the dildo so that the head pushes up against Vanessa’s cervix, tensing up her body from the unsettling feel. She then increases the power of the vibrator and pulses it on her clit. Her legs kept outing her by shaking against the frame holding them apart as the orgasm inside was building.

“Your body doesn’t lie. It looks like it’s been craving this for a very long time sweetie. I’m done with your legs now, just a little more to go. You barely reacted to the laser from having too much fun.”

Celine pushes the limits of Vanessa’s insides by tapping the dildo deeper than it wants to allow.

“Owwwphhh…” she whimpers. It felt wrong inside, like something that big shouldn’t be up there. Her body twists in an attempt to resist the intrusion, but her efforts were useless. Instead Celine found her objections to be rather appetising.

“You look so beautiful when you’re helpless. I can do anything I want to you and you have no way of stopping me,” she says, pinching the poor girl’s nipples to swing her large breasts side to side before going back to rummage her insides with the long rubber.

The constant stimulation on her cervix and pulsing vibration on her most sensitive organ eventually pushes her over the edge again. She arches her back as far as it could go and gutturally screams from built in tension as her body shakes. Celine ignores her climax and continues to vibrate her overly sensitive button. The pulsing went from light taps to a strong buzzing that Celine pushed up hard against her swollen clit. The orgasm subsided but the torture carried on. She tries to shake the vibrator away without any success, leaving her worn out body to twitch uncontrollably from overstimulation while she cries in pain.

“I’m going to laser between your legs so I need you to get all your frustrations out. I can’t have you wet again down there after I clean you up. You have five more minutes.”

Two more orgasms were squeezed out in the given time frame, the clit becoming more unbearably sensitive each time. 

After what felt like forever, Celine packed up the dildo and vibrator, leaving Vanessa’s limp body to recover for a few peaceful seconds.

“You look like you really needed that, look at how drenched you are,” she says as she wipes her client’s soaking pussy, “when I was younger, my mother took me to get some shots and told me to pinch myself so the needles wouldn’t hurt too much. This will sting the most so to help you out, I’ve got some clamps for you to feel the pinch elsewhere. Thank me later,” Celine gives Vanessa a soft kiss on each hard nipple just before she clamps them.

(Ow! Ow! Ow! Get it off me, please, I’ll just take the laser, no, please, take it off…)

Vanessa screams through her gag and convulses as soon as the clamps bite into her delicate gum drops.

“Good girl. Just focus on that.”

Celine sits under Vanessa’s legs and takes her time working her way through the most sensitive region while the poor girl screams at every zap, whimpering in between each electrical-like shock, shaking from pain and fear of the next. 

“You’re moving a bit too much. I didn’t want to have to do this but it’s for your own good.”

Celine attaches the clamps with strings to a hook on the ceiling in front of the beautiful spread-eagle figure. She tightens the strings enough to give her heavy melons a lift, pulling the captive forward, restricting her movements, the tiniest motion will over stretch her poor nipples.

“Now, be a good girl and stand still.”

She continues her work, ignoring hysterical screams and miserable cries from the slave. Each shock would have caused her to writhe violently, but instead she stood still on her tippy toes, terrified of her nipples being torn away from her.

…

“There we go, all done! I’ll help you out of there.”

Celine unclamps one nipple and Vanessa lets out an ear piercing cry as the blood rushes back into her poor, flattened nub.

“Oh you poor thing. Take a deep breath,” Celine unclamps the other one and Vanessa screams again, “shhh it’s okay, let’s get it back to its usual shape shall we.”

Celine proceeds to roll Vanessa’s flattened nipples between her fingers. They felt like they were on fire with needles poking through them, but there was nothing she could do to stop the ongoing torture.

(How much longer do I have with this psychopath?)  

A minute later, the shape of her nipples were restored. Vanessa was wiped down again with a clean, wet towel to remove all the sweat from trembling so much. Celine moisturises Vanessa’s full body, rubbing the lotion in with focus on her full breasts and plump behind. Then she packs up her equipment to prepare for the next unwilling client.

“I hope you had fun but your body has already confirmed you did. We only have ten more minutes left to get ready before someone picks you up to deliver you to your next station.”

Celine adjusts the frame so that Vanessa’s wrists are behind her strapped together. She brought Vanessa’s legs to a close and strapped them together too. She places a wheelchair just behind Vanessa and gets her to sit down in it. Celine straps her tight to the chair just under her breasts, with her arms behind her back, her heavy chest jutted outward, tempting anyone who were walking by to feel them up. 

“You’ll need to have the silicon mask on for another thirty minutes so the staff in the next station will take them off for you before they give you a good wash.”

Moments later, an alarm rings and the door opens.

“Hey girl, how’s the weekend shift treating you?” a cheery voice greets Celine.

“Better than usual! Here are Vanessa’s files, she’s already gorgeous, you’ll find out later.”

“Mmmm look at how big her girls are.”

A new pair of hands explores Vanessa’s large mounds, giving her a good rub and squeeze.

“She’s so cute isn’t she?”
“I don’t have too much time to waste. They said the doctor will be coming in early so I better get going.”

“See you Vanessa! Rayne will help clean you up before your doctor’s appointment today. It was so nice to meet you. Good luck.”

“Bye Celine, see you soon!”

Rayne takes the wheelchair with Vanessa secured to it, wheels her in and out of elevators, up and down ramps to take her out of the building maze. Every time someone greets Rayne and chats, invasive hands would feel up Vanessa’s soft pale breasts and occasionally play with her dark nipples to see them stand up. They reach a bus filled with nine other captives, each with a staff looking after them. The driver helps them up into the vehicle, then drives off to the next location.

Before long, chatter and gossip filled the bus, drowning any sounds of protest from the new slaves. Random hands would roam on Vanessa’s breasts mindlessly, tracing their nails over her soft skin and grazing over her nipples. She would have been thrashing around frantically if it weren’t for the tight straps under her breasts pinning her down. 

The bus came to a stop. Everyone was unloaded and wheeled to the changing room.

“Welcome to the Underground. You are currently at one of the largest pet distributors. We will be looking after you here until someone takes you home. Each of you will have a doctor’s appointment soon and our staff will help you get ready for it. Your masks are about to be taken off. Any form of retaliation will be followed by fitting consequences. For example, if you yell or curse at our staff, you will be gagged. If you try to escape or won’t comply with our staff, your movements will be restricted further and you will receive proper punishment tonight. I hope I have made myself clear. Carry on.”

Upon having their masks removed, one of the prisoners broke into a hysterical episode, screaming and kicking as much as she possibly could, almost escaping the chair. The staff in charge of her quickly gagged her.

“Take her to the discipline racks. She can have her treatments there,” the Madam orders.

“Hello there beautiful!” Rayne says after she removes Vanessa’s mask and hair bonnet, “I hope you heard all the Madam said. I’d hate to have to punish you, but I will if I have to.”

Not wanting to find out what the consequences were, she decides to comply.

“Where are they taking her? What’s going on? What will happen to us? To me?” Vanessa asked in defeat as Rayne restrained her legs slightly wider than shoulder width apart to the ground.

“You don’t need to worry about her as long as you comply. As you’ve been told, I’m going to give you a good wash now and have you ready for your appointment. The doctor will give you a quick check up and make any necessary modifications that will help attract interested guests who will pay good money to have a play with you or find a wealthy buyer who will cover the rest of your debt. That’s the summary. You’ll get used to whatever will happen so don’t worry too much. Trust me.”

“Modifications? What do you mean?” 

“Like I said, don’t worry too much. There may be a few injections you have to take, but your doctor is one of the nicer handlers I’ve come across and isn’t usually interested in causing unnecessary pain.”

(What kind of answer is that?)

Rayne attaches the restraints from the ceiling to Vanessa’s arms, unstraps her from the chair, then tightens the bondage to have her stand spread eagle naked.

“Take a deep breath and close your eyes, the water’s going to be a little cold for your hair.”

Rayne hoses down the hair mask off Vanessa’s soft, long curls that fall to her waist when wet. 

“How good does this smell?” Rayne offers Vanessa to smell the rosemary mint shampoo, “we’re leaving it in while we wash the rest of you.”

Rayne squeezes a generous amount of floral smelling soap onto her hands and coats Vanessa with it, massaging it onto her neck, then her arms, casually tickling down to her underarm eliciting a small yelp.

“Shhh you don’t want to get in trouble do you,” Rayne teases as she tugs the slave’s standing nipples in the cool air.

“Ow… they’re still so sore from the clamps.”

“Oh Celine clamped you did she? She only does that to pets with very low pain tolerance. You must be so delicate and fun to play with,” Rayne says as she flicks the swollen red nubs on her victim’s breasts. Vanessa shudders as her sensitive nipples receive more blows.

Rayne’s hands were gentle, but firm as she massaged the soap all over her body and made sure no part of her large breasts were neglected, taking time to rub the soap in between her chest, under her rack and into her nipples.

It was obvious that Vanessa was getting turned on again by her suppressed moans.

“Aren’t you a shy thing,” Rayne got the urge to give Vanessa’s plump breasts a squeeze, “if we had more time together, I would’ve given you more pats since you like it so much.”

Vanessa’s cheeks flushed. There wasn’t much she could do to stop herself from getting aroused.

“Take my advice to enjoy the ride. You won’t know who you’ll end up with or where they’ll take you, but know that you’ll be okay and cared for.”

Rayne soaps up Vanessa’s legs, massaging into her glutes and pushes some soap into her tight puckered hole with a finger.

“Hey! What gives?” 

“Haha sorry I should’ve warned you first,” Rayne ignores Vanessa’s protests of the violation and inserts her finger in and out a few more times to get the soap in.

Rayne grabs the shower head and hoses Vanessa down with warm water starting from her arms, rubbing every part attentively to make sure no soapy part was left behind. She hoses down Vanessa’s breasts, rubbing her melons and nipples until they’re squeaky clean.

“They’re so cute! I just wanna bite them.”

Vanessa blushes. She’s given up in finding words to say or thoughts to think. Nothing is normal in this part of the world wherever she is. Being treated like a thing, a toy, a pet, a slave has become her new normal. Could it get much worse? 

“Here’s your warning, I’m going to wash the soap out of your butt,” without wasting time, Rayne sprays the water just outside Vanessa’s tight hole while poking a finger in and out until it was no longer slippery. Rayne washes down Vanessa’s legs and works her way up to the folds between her legs.

“Woah! I don’t remember soaping you up here. Look at how wet you are!” Rayne pinches a sample of lubricant from between Vanessa’s legs and shows the slime that leaked out, embarrassing her further.

Rayne increased the water power by adjusting the shower head and blasted it on Vanessa’s girly bits, swelling up her clit.

“We’ll let the shower head do its job for a minute while I give you some pats.”

It didn’t take long before Vanessa’s legs started shaking as the water assaulted her clit relentlessly while Rayne caressed her breasts, sometimes squeezing and tugging on her nipples.

Just before Vanessa was about to climax, Rayne sprayed cold water on her, eliciting a squeal.

“Times up sweetheart,” Rayne laughs at a frustrated Vanessa, “I’m doing you a favor by turning you on before seeing the doctor. He may want you ready to feel good while he needles you up. He says the results are better when his patients have a good time.”

“Rayne, I can’t get needled today. I’m petrified of needles. Please, you have to help me out,” Vanessa begs, trembling and almost in tears.

“Boss’ orders. I can’t get out of it either even if I wanted to. However, I’m going to have a great time watching you get penetrated,” Rayne washes the shampoo out of Vanessa’s hair. She soaps her face, rinses with cold water and applies moisturiser, towel dries her big curls and the rest of her body before putting on lotion and some leave in after-shower hair oil on the tips of her hair to keep knots at bay.

“There we go, all done! You are so cute. The doctor’s going to have so much fun with you.”

Rayne drapes a big towel over Vanessa’s shoulders to give her some decency and adjusts the bondage so that her wrists are brought together to be tied behind her back again, strapped her back to the wheelchair, ankles tied together, and wheels her to the waiting room.

“You must be hungry… I’ve got a banana for you, he’s a big one too. Some sugar will help you not get too dizzy if injections are necessary.”

“Thank you… what is he injecting in me?”

“There were a few when they first got me here, but it’s best if he explains it to you rather than you stressing about it now,” Rayne grins with a devilish smile, offering no comfort whatsoever, rubbing the tip of the banana on Vanessa’s lips.

Vanessa tries to ignore Rayne’s teasing and snacks on the fruit quickly, Rayne takes her opportunity to shove the fruit to the back of her throat, gagging her.

“Bitch!”

“You’re so fun to play with,” Rayne laughs, “you need to work on your gag reflex though or you’re in trouble. Eat up, I’ll behave.”

With not much option and being hungry, Vanessa finishes her snack hand fed to her, finishing with a few sips of icy, cold water.

“Vanessa Swan,” the doctor calls her in.

“Oh that’s you!” Rayne bounces up, wheels Vanessa into the doctor’s room and hands him a USB with her files.

Vanessa’s stomach sank, the fear kicked in when she saw all the needles and other equipment on the tray labelled with her name.