House of Correction : by (c) Joyce Hamilton Fdom Mdom  bd Ff Mf mf inc Mm

Her lawyer had told her to dress soberly and respectably. But nothing could 
disguise her stunning adolescent sexuality. The grey silk suit covered her 
breasts, but could not hide their trim shapeliness, and skirts were short that 
year, so her  long slender legs were visible to mid-thigh, where the silk clung 
to them in the dry summer air. Her black stockings and high-ish heels did not 
help either. But it was her long, blonde hair worn simply, flowing loose to her 
shoulders that made every male in the court drool.

The lawyer had warned her she must be imprisoned, if only for a short term, if 
found guilty. But she knew she was innocent and had been confident in French 
justice.

'I'm afraid I shall have to make an example of you, Mademoiselle Duhamel. 
Stealing from an employer is a grave breach of trust, and the public interest 
demands a custodial sentence. I also take into consideration that you have 
shown no remorse.'

'How could I,' she thought. 'I didn't do it.' She was close to tears in her 
frustration.

You will serve six months. Because of your age, this will be in a young 
offender's institution.'

The female court usher who led her down realized the girl was in a state of 
shock, and tried to be comforting to her. She fancied this slim blonde, if the 
truth were told. 'It's not like a prison, dear. No locks and bars. They only lock 
you in your room at night. More like a big country house, really. You'll be all 
right. And they'll all be friendly to a nice, pretty girl like you.' Therese winced 
as the usher used the opportunity to pat her bottom as if encouraging her. They 
were all alike, male or female, adults. They were always feeling her, brushing 
against her, groping her, patting her. When the metro was crowded there was 
always a knee between hers, or a male crotch hard against her bottom. When it 
was empty she would have to avert her eyes as men unzipped. She almost 
wished she were not so attractive. Almost, but not quite!

It was late by the time the prison transport arrived. She was the only one from 
the court that day, and they had not been expecting a delivery of prisoners at 
all, apparently. Anyway, there was nobody to 'process' her except one elderly 
lady-warder, who apologised as she took away Therese's clothes and the few 
personal possessions she had with her.  Therese had to lay down naked, legs 
open, while her vagina was searched. ('You'd be surprised what some girls try 
to hide up there, my dear.') And then the old harridan had her bend over to 
shine a torch up her anus.  ('And in here, too. Drugs mostly.') Her bits and 
pieces were all listed and signed for and she was issued with a short, skimpy 
night-dress of cheap white cotton. 'You'll get your other clothes in the 
morning, my dear, when the stores staff are on duty.'

Most of the girl's clothes were too small for the old crone, but she purloined 
the girl's silk knickers, after checking they had an expensive label. Washed, 
they would make her husband fancy her for a minute or two.

Her 'room' was already occupied. The black girl was probably a minor, like 
herself, she thought. Probably fifteen, though it was difficult to tell with black 
girls. She wore the same wretched thin cotton, but her tits did it much more 
justice than Therese's did hers. The blonde could not help looking at her and 
wondering if the ebony breasts would look as good bare as they did with that 
slight covering. She wished hers were as big.

'I'm Bibi. That's short for Belle.'

'Therese.'

'What you in for?'

'Theft. But I didn't do it.'

'Nobody here did anything, if you believe them. I'm in for dealing. I didn't 
either.' She laughed. 'The old bugger gave me six months, this yesterday, and 
he kept on lecturing me, just so he could look at my legs and tits as I stood in 
the dock. I'd got the blouse I use when I work the clubs, and I leaned forward 
to give him a show, but he still sent me down. They're all the same! They all 
want something for nothing.'

'I thought the same. All drooling at me! The officials touching me up, and the 
judge looking me up and down like that was the worst.'

'Can't blame them! Would take a saint not to fancy you, honey. You could 
earn a fortune down rue St Denis. Look, it's late. I want to sleep. Chat in the 
morning?'

'OK. Goodnight.'

It was nearly dawn when the cell door opened, the keys waking both girls. It 
was the oddest uniform they had ever seen. The wardress wore a long black 
leather coat, down to patent leather ankle boots, buttoned and laced, and high-
heeled like a Victorian whore's. Her blonde hair was cropped, and topped off 
by a black leather cap, military shaped, with a yellow lightening-flash badge 
and the letter 'M' set into it.

'Rouse yourselves, girls, and follow me.'

The night air was chill on their near naked bodies, and they were glad to step 
into the standard white prison van parked in the yard. That afternoon Therese 
had shuddered at the sight of the van's black reinforced windows: now she 
was glad of the comparative warmth inside. She held out her hands as the 
warder handcuffed them. A long, fine chain went from the cuffs to a fixture on 
the wall. She watched as Belle, less willingly, was secured.

'Two hour trip. You'd better sleep. You won't get any more tonight.' She was 
hanging her long black coat in a locker. The two girls stared in amazement at 
the uniform revealed. It was like no other they had ever seen, except perhaps in 
fantasies  in the secrecy of their own beds. The brassiere was thin black 
leather, thin enough to show her nipples. But it was the shorts that were really 
un-nerving. The same black leather hugged her form, slung low across her 
hips, so half her belly, and certainly her navel was exposed. On the triangle of 
her crotch was again the yellow lightning, and the letter "M". The leather was 
replaced by black satin there, which cut into her, so the crease of her cunt was 
clearly, and disturbingly visible. At one side of her hips was a key ring with a  
small gold key, and at the other what might have been a very small, gold 
mobile phone.

The girls stared at her. Despite the rough awakening after the horrors of the 
day, Therese felt a stirring in her cunt. The warder was incredibly sexy, she 
thought. And yet she had never seen a woman like this, not for real, in life. So 
feminine, and yet with a body almost masculine. The bra stretched tight across 
her chest, but it was clear she did not need it. Her chest had pectorals like any 
male, and her shoulders were muscled, too. Her tits were no bigger, really, 
than a male weight lifter would grow. Her belly had six-pack muscles, and her 
legs, though shapely, were those of a competition cyclist or marathon runner. 
Only her broad hips were really feminine, though you could see that breadth 
was underlying bone, and not feminine fat. 

She was used to the effect she had. 'Three hours a day on the weights for ten 
years. That's what it takes. And plenty of bed-wrestling!'

Belle broke the shocked silence. 'What sort of uniform is that, Mademoiselle?'

'Where are you taking us?' Therese could not take her eyes off the bra, with its 
suggestion of hard nipples, except perhaps to lower them tight satin crotch, 
which did little to disguise the shape of her cuntlips.

'Not Mademoiselle. Never, and don't you forget. I'm Major Ducrois. You 
lucky girls are being transferred to an experimental prison. It specialises in 
changing the behaviour of naughty girls. You'll find out soon enough.' The 
van door clanged behind her, and they heard it locked before the motor started.

'You could fancy her in those pants!' Belle laughed.

'I don't know how you can laugh. And I think she looked horrid.'

'Couldn't take your eyes off her though! I saw you!'

The girls did sleep, and it was a cold dawn when they were released from their 
wall chain, and led handcuffed across the cold tarmac to a helicopter. The trip 
over the sea was only a few minutes, and they landed on a steel platform, with 
nothing around it but miles of gray, cold ocean.

They were separated, Major Ducrois leading the black girl away. Therese was 
marched into what seemed to be a medical unit. Her eyes opened wide in 
amazement when the driver took off his long leather coat to reveal a male 
equivalent of the female warder's uniform. She had never seen anything like it, 
except perhaps those gay photographs she sometimes came across on the net. 
It was just as tight as Major Ducrois', and just as skimpy. The top was a sort of 
leather harness which had the same  little gold key and the same mobile, while 
the leather shorts fitted as tight as the woman's had but had a loose satin pouch 
at the front, tied with white cords to two metal rings set one on each hip. The 
floppy satin did not hide the shape of his sex at all, and the outline of his knob 
suddenly reminded her of her brother that day at the seaside. His uniform was 
white leather, though, and he had an "S" instead of the "M" embroidered there. 
Just as Major Ducrois had seemed a masculine woman, there was something 
of the feminine about this man. He was fit and strong, but something in the 
way he moved and smiled suggested at least a dual sexuality. She couldn't 
help looking at his tight, hard arse as he left her alone. The Doctor soon 
appeared, white coat and stethoscope. He had a key for her handcuffs, and 
unlocked them. 'I expect you've noticed why we don't need locks here to keep 
you in!'

'Where is this?'

'Six miles out into La Manche. It was built by France in 1935 to protect the 
port from air and naval attack . It was never any use militarily, and now it's a 
private prison.'

'Private?'

'Oh yes. Now I have some tests. First, take that off.'

She tried to cover her honeypot and her breasts with her arms, but probably in 
vain.

She was used to men getting that hard, alarming look in their eyes when they 
saw her clothed body, and was not surprised to see him studying her 
nakedness. Shamelessly, he pinched the flesh of her belly, felt one tit and then 
the other, teasing each nipple into erection. 'Good muscle tone.' He held her 
by the hips to turn her round to feel the muscles of her arse. She felt him part 
her buttocks with his thumbs, a palm on each cheek.  'A few photographs for 
the file.'

'Oh no! Not like this.'

'Regulations, young lady. Arms by your side.' He shot from several angles, 
and close-ups too.'

'Bend over.' Again the close inspection of her rectum. She winced as 
something hard penetrated her. 'All right, sweetie. It's not a cock. Not yet. It's 
just a telescope for me to see up you.' He took his time, and she wondered if 
he was going to inspect her vagina. She was close to tears, and hoped not.

He did, of course, fingering her lips, stretching them, and testing the erection 
of her clitoris. She had felt ashamed when her nipples had hardened, but this 
was doubly humiliating. Then a finger, naked of any plastic gloves, tried to 
push itself into her vagina. 'Dry as old leather. Only to be expected.' He 
squeezed some jelly from a tube onto his fingers, and tried again. He  was 
feeling around inside her. 'My word! Yes! Really tight. They'll be pleased 
about this, girl. Most of the girls we get here have had their cunts well and 
truly stretched before we get them! But it looks as if you've been well-
behaved...so far.' And now she had to endure that glass instrument the school 
doctor had once used to look up and into her.

'May hurt a second.' He took the blood sample, and gave her a bottle. 'Fill 
this.' 

She looked round for a door.

'I'm a doctor! Fill it here, now.'

'I'll spill some, sir.'

'Doesn't  matter. Just pee in it.'

She felt totally humiliated as she was forced to squat down and piss. She was 
right. It got over her hands and onto the tiled floor as well as into the bottle.

'And now an injection.' Almost before she realized she had been drugged, she 
was unconscious.


When Therese came to she could hear a voice, muttering to itself.

'Lovely tits. And isn't this beautiful?' She felt fingers combing through the 
hair on her pubic mound. 'Such a pity, really. But the instruction is clear. To 
be shaved. I think the blonde fuzz adds to the impression of innocence, but 
they will have them all bare, boys and girls. Perverted, I call it!'

Before opening her eyes, she tried to move. She could not. She opened her 
eyes. There was a huge mirror in the ceiling over her. To her horror she saw 
she was strapped to the red leather bench. Her wrists and ankles were buckled 
tight to white canvas straps, while her bottom was raised a few inches on a 
leather cushion, so her spread legs hid nothing of her cunt and anus. She could 
not move a muscle of her body, except her head.

'So, the sleeping beauty is with us again!'

'Well, young lady, we've learned a lot about you while you were under! 
Amazing you've never seen one of these.' To her horror, he removed the white 
coat to show underneath the same provocative uniform as the warders had 
worn. Only his black leather and satin pouch had the medical staff and serpent 
symbol where the others had worn an embroidered "M" or "S". He undid the 
thongs and pulled his satin pouch away to reveal a terrifying, huge penis. Her 
head hung down from the bench as he closed on her till his balls touched her 
face. 'Lick them!'

'I couldn't, sir.....'

A sudden pain shot through her body. For a moment she remembered a clumsy 
dentist who drilled into a nerve. It was as sharp as that. 

'What is it? Please don't.'

'Doctor Poitevin spoke. 'My little blonde angel, when you are released. I mean 
from these.' He pulled one of the straps tighter. 'You will find a little scar 
above the hair line on your tender neck. Just here.' He was gloating as he 
fingered the back of her neck. 'In there is a chip that responds to this.' He had 
his 'mobile phone' in his hand, and she saw him press a button. She screamed 
this time. 'Our way of ensuring compliance, my angel. You will find you will 
do anything to avoid it. Anything and for anyone, my angel.'

'Lick them!'

'I could not, sir....'

Again the excruciating pain, that seemed to start at the back of her neck and 
travel down her spine, to make her legs tremble. 

'You will soon learn always to obey immediately. All the staff have a prod like 
this, and all the prisoners have the implant that causes the pain. Now lick 
them!'

His balls were hairless, and she noticed, after the shock of seeing an erect cock 
for the first time, that he had no body hair at all. Not like her brother, the only 
other male she had seen, with his cock more like a pink worm than this 
monstrous handle. She licked. Then he moved even closer, astride over  her 
face. 'Now my arse. Tongue my arse.'

She did not dare refuse. The penalty was too severe. She licked.

'Mmmm. That's good. Now your tongue inside. Yes, like that!' The muscle of 
his arse was closing onto the point of her tongue. She could feel a vibration as 
his hand ran up and down his cock. Then his hand on her left breast, squeezing 
and tweaking. And then the spray of droplets over her breast and belly as he 
came over her.

'That will do for now. This means no-one can fuck you as yet. Not even me, 
unfortunately. ' She could see him fixing a gold leather collar round her neck, 
clasped by a little silver padlock. He clapped his hands, and a girl entered. 

'We've also given you a contraceptive implant. there's a lot of fucking around 
here, and we would not want this pretty body ruined would we? And another 
one too, that you'll be noticing any moment now.' He ran his hand over the 
girl's raised belly, and round one tit and then the other. 'But first, we shave 
you.' 

The girl had the dusky skin of an Arab or Indian. Horrified, Therese could see 
she had a steel collar round her slender neck, and worse still, her shaven cunt 
lips had been pierced and  fastened together with a tiny gold padlock. The girl 
knelt in front of the Doctor, her eyes cast down. Was every girl and woman 
here beautiful, Therese wondered. Another girl with perfect tits, and a slender 
body.

'You know your work.'

'Yes Master.'

The girl had said "Master". Was she a servant? Or was she a slave? The collar 
and padlock suggested that, as did the dead look in her eyes, contrasting with 
the beauty of her oval face. Therese shuddered.

'And, from now on you are to answer to the name "Sweetie". Got that? 
"Sweetie"'

The girl went about her business wordlessly. The doctor's cock had now 
shrunk more to the size she had seen her brother that day at the beach.

Therese was completely mystified, and terrified now. What was this all about?  
The Doctor, had he been  willing to tell her, would have explained why 
"trainees" were forced to change their names. The first, minor reason was 
security. Any nosey spy looking for a "Therese" might miss a "Sweetie". More 
important, the loss of one's name caused a weakening of the  self-image, 
which was the first step in a process of changing behaviour and personality. 
The finished product would, indeed, have no personality independent of 
service to her master or mistress. 

'You know what 'Sweetie' means?'

Silence.

'It means "nice to suck". Are you nice and hot to suck?' He reached down, and 
the victim felt a finger slip into her slit. 'It was dry earlier, you remember. 
Now it's hot, wet and ready. Medical science is amazing, eh?'

Hot wax was poured onto her pubic mound. The Arab girl pressed a strip of 
white linen into the wax, and then with a tug, stripped it away again.

Therese screamed.

'Gag her!' The gag was a black rubber ball, and black leather straps fastened 
behind her neck.

'We remove the body hair from our prisoners. And some of the staff too. You 
are lucky Minette is an expert.' The girl smiled meekly at the compliment. As 
she repeated the treatment, the doctor rattled on. 'In Roman times men and 
women all removed their pubic hair. Each individual hair was grasped in a 
split match-stick, twisted until it was secure, and then yanked out. Hundreds of 
times! The professional depilators all worked in the same street of the city, and 
the screams of the clients echoed through the quarter every day. Just a bit more 
there, round the base of the cunt. And, slave, can you reach her anus without 
turning her over. Yes, I see you can. Excellent.'

Therese heard the word 'slave' and wondered.

'Smooth as her tits now. Lovely! And now some oil to make it shine.' He 
passed his hand down over her spread cunt. 'You have done well, Minette. 
And I shall reward you. Would you like that?'

'As my master pleases.' She had been silent except when directly addressed. 
And again that dread word 'master'.

Over her body then. You may have her tits.

Therese felt the feather-weight press into her belly as the girl knelt and leaned 
over her. And then the mouth on her nipples. Astounded, she understood what 
the 'slave's' reward was to be, as the doctor stood holding a black, many-
thonged whip. He swung it, and then brought it down across her buttocks. The 
girl squirmed, her breasts pressing into Therese's belly. One tiny hand slipped 
down between soft, ivory thighs, reaching for her clitoris as the lash descended 
again. Therese realised the girl was pleasuring herself while the whip fell, her 
hand rubbing at clitoris, her mouth on the blonde's nipple. Again and again the 
whip fell, until the moaning of the slave told Therese she had come.  
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It seemed hours later she was led by a fine gold chain into the great, vaulted 
room where the doctor presented his report to the Governor and various other 
officials. Therese recognized Major Ducrois. All, including the Doctor, had the 
deliberately provocative white or black uniforms, except the Governor, who 
wore gold. It could have been any business meeting were it not for the sexual 
tension in the air. The Governor was especially tasty, with large firm tits, and a 
leather brassiere that scarcely covered her nipples. Therese, amazed, felt her 
clit harden as she looked at the woman. 

She was left standing on a low dais  in the centre of tables set out in a 
horseshoe. 

'First the blonde, Therese Duhamel, now known as Sweetie. You can see our 
contact at the prison was right to alert us. She is perhaps the most sexually 
attractive teenager we have acquired to date. There were appreciative murmurs 
as the doctor two hands on her chest, under her tits, turned her slowly round to 
demonstrate her finer points. And I can assure you the flesh is as firm as it 
appears to be.

'She has no medical conditions. Vaginal inspection shows the hymen is not in 
place. However, she is a virgin, both vaginally and anally. Again the murmur 
of appreciation, and the sound of legs stretching luxuriously under the polished 
oak table.

'We did not acquire her file from the prison, of course. However she 
responded well to the truth serum, and I may report the following. She is the 
daughter of a provincial wine-merchant, comparatively wealthy and so she has 
been expensively educated. Despite her boarding school she has no direct 
lesbian experience, though she has, of course, seen other girls indulging in that 
delightful practise. Her heterosexual experience is limited to petting in the 
back row of a cinema. She has never seen, the erect male organ, having 
averted her innocent eyes from the occasional flasher. More accurately, she 
had never seen one until her medical examination.'

There was some laughter at this admission. The Governor intervened. 'You are 
incorrigible Doctor. But you have left both her virginities in place.'

'An innocent, ladies and gentlemen. And still virgin in all three orifices. I 
would summarise her personality as being compliant, accepting authority. 
There was no protest as I fingered and felt her, not even when I spread her 
buttocks, though her shame was evident on her face. Yes, compliant, 
respectful, docile. She will be an excellent subject for our program. 

'Her deepest sexual fantasies, revealed when under the influence of our truth-
drug, possibly as yet partly un-acknowledged by her, include both lesbian and 
heterosexual impulses.' There was a murmur of satisfaction around the table. 
'As you would expect from the thumbnail description I have given you, they 
include sexual scenarios with male authority figures, including her own father. 
The lesbian fantasies are mainly of fellow teenage schoolgirls, but one or two 
female teachers, and a woman police constable in her suburban district are 
included. Major Ducrois will be pleased to hear that the truth drug also 
produced a description of herself as a more recent object of desire.'

There was a suggestion of subdued laughter in the committee, and the Major 
herself positively glowed with satisfaction.

'So there will be no great problems of sexual-orientation re-alignment, you 
will be pleased to hear. She would be ready for training by male and female 
staff immediately.' 

'How long will it take to convert her to a completely willing sex-slave?' The 
Governor corrected the lie of one breast inside her brassiere.

'It is more a matter of reinforcement of existing attitudes in this case. She is 
potentially bisexual, and submissive already. I estimate three months.'

'As short as that. Good, add her to the program. The treatment may commence 
immediately.'

'She has received her implant, and I have verified the prod is operative. The 
slow-release aphrodisiac is already effective, You will notice her cunt lips are 
swollen.' He reached down and opened them, the scarlet contrasting with the 
naked whiteness of her bald outer lips. 'And the clitoris is erect. And if I...' He 
slipped an index finger into her, removed it, and held it up, glistening. 'Ah, 
yes. She is lubricating  She has responded well to the implant. I recommend 
she wear the silver padlock for a week until the contraceptive implant is 
effective.'

'Naturally. But her mouth and bottom are of course immediately available. I 
shall have her tonight.' The Governor turned to the doctor. 'You will join us, 
Doctor?'

'Should she be pierced?'

There was spirited argument around the horse-shoe table, But finally the 
Governor decided to delay decision. Several staff wished to maintain the 
virginal innocence of those breasts and newly-shaven cunt. Others favoured 
piercing nipples and cunt-lips to facilitate bondage. Finally the Governor ruled 
there would be no piercing for a month, and the decision would be reviewed 
then. 'By then much of her fresh, virginal innocence will have gone in any 
case.'

'Lead her  to my quarters, and restrain her.'

'And the other subject.'

'I have left her in her cell, as there could well have been an outburst which 
might prejudice us against her, because I have high hopes for her. As you will 
see from the photographs, our contact has excelled herself again. You may 
wish to consider a bonus. The merchandise is superlative, and the 'escape' was 
arranged most convincingly. However, the black girl will not be suitable for 
behavioural adjustment.'

Eyebrows were raised around the table, and papers rustled. 

'That is a disappointment, Doctor. She is most attractive, and we have too few 
black and Asian girls.' Again the Governor adjusted her brassiere, which 
seemed to be constricting her uncomfortably today. She smoothed the gilded 
leather down over her ample tits as the Doctor replied.

'No, Governor. She is so much more valuable than a trainee sex-slave. I shall 
explain. You will have noticed the strength on her young shoulders and hips. I 
can assure you her legs and arms are well, if finely muscled, and she has an 
athlete's belly and butt muscles.'

'You could trust us to understand the medical terms, Doctor. Belly and butt 
indeed!'

'My apologies for my levity, Major. My point is, while not having your 
magnificent body, she has great potential as a lesbian trainer. Further, she has 
been raised in a rough part of town, a wilderness of high-rise flats and derelict 
workshops. From before puberty she was sexually exploited by her father and 
an older sister, among other relatives and neighbours. She is bisexual, a 
practising lesbian and heterosexual. A member of a gang where the rituals of 
membership include group sexual orgies, and the acceptance of partners of 
both sexes in all three bodily orifices.'

Major Ducrois looked at him mockingly. 'What you really mean is she sucks 
and fucks boys and girls, and takes it in the arse and mouth as well as in her 
cunt!'

'You will have your little joke with me, Major! But that is correct. Further, the 
truth drug revealed as yet un-realized fantasies of domination.'

'Her as the dominatrix?'

'Indeed, Governor, and dominating both men and women, with plenty of 
whips, torture and bondage. It was most interesting to hear her babble on! So 
here we have a girl who is a magnificent physical specimen, despite her tender 
years. She has no diseases despite her promiscuous life. She is actively 
bisexual, and potentially a dominatrix. Her personality is amoral, libertine, and 
aggressive. It would not be impossible, of course, to break her and change her 
to a submissive sex-slave, but it would be a long and complex process. No, I 
suggest we have here a perfect candidate for membership of our staff, in the 
active rather than the administrative division.' 
                                               
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Therese woke again, laying naked on her bare mattress. Her cunt was hot and 
demanding. She remembered dreaming of the blonde Major, and she blushed 
at the memory. She reached down to her cunt. She could not! She recalled the 
Sergeant who had escorted her from the Council Room had handcuffed her, 
and then fixed the cuffs to her neck-collar by a fine chain. She could not reach 
her clit. And yet a fire raged between her legs. She managed to get the pillow 
between her legs, and as she lay over it she could fuck it, the corner of the 
pillow rubbing on her clit. It was enough. She was coming.

She was aware of another presence in her cell.

Her hopes rose. The person was female, and surely a woman would protect 
her?. The girl's head had been  shaved  and polished. And she was wearing the 
same uniform as the major had, only hers was of white leather, and the yellow 
lightning strike was crowned with the letter "S". Her shaven head, and 
muscled body suggested violence. And sexuality of course, with the dazzling 
white leather contrasting the ebony velvet of her skin. Her breasts would be 
magnificent, Therese knew, and her legs strong enough to clamp a face to...she 
blushed at where her thoughts were leading. How could she be feeling such 
excitement 'down there'? How could she feel excited by this fearsome 
creature? She shuddered. 'Please, help me...'
A sharp pain racked her, starting at the head, and then making her whole body 
spasm. She screamed.

'I love it when their hips rise like that. Just as if they're coming, and that look 
of pain on the face, just the same.' 

She knew the voice. It was Bibi, the girl who had shared her first prison cell . 
was it only the night before? The braided locks had gone, and the cheap cotton 
night-dress, but the voice was the same. And the tits. 'Help me, Belle, Please 
help me...'

'I'd love to, sweetie. But I've just been fucked stupid in the sergeants' mess, 
and believe it or not I just could not face any more for an hour or two. And call 
me Sergeant now. Sergeant Abouna.'

She pointed the white mobile at the blonde, laying with a pillow still trapped 
between her lags. Again the sudden pain, and her belly arching upwards. 'It's 
my new toy. I love it! But don't worry! The Governess and the Doctor will 
cool that down for you.' Her brown hand contrasted with the white shaven 
mound as she grasped it, laughing before she released it. 'Hot enough for 
them. There's a toilet and bath down the corridor. Come with me and make 
yourself nice for them.

The corridor  opened up into a vaulted room. It must have been a gun-platform 
originally, but the open end had been filled with a huge sheet of plate glass, 
beyond which the gray sea. From a block and tackle a young girl hung, her feet 
barely touching the ground. She was naked, unless you count the chain which 
ran from one pierced nipple to the other, and the bright red ball gag strapped 
round her head, straps as black as her shiny hair and secured with a tiny gold 
padlock. Her legs were stretched apart by a chrome bar. Therese stopped, 
horrified, and especially by the imploring look it the girl's eyes.

'She can't be any older than me,' she thought. Despite the horror, she felt her 
cunt reacting to those pert little breasts, their puffy nipples pierced, but 
standing. She was shorter, even, than Therese, and her olive skin, unblemished 
and like velvet, showed she was not wholly French. Therese had a sudden urge 
to reach out and caress, but shame, and the leash connected to her collar and 
held by her new warder prevented her.

'You know what she wants?'

'To be released.....'

The black girl laughed and her breasts moved under their thin leather brassiere. 
'No, sweetie. That's the last thing! Feel!'  Pulling her closer, she took 
Therese's hand and passed it roughly over the victim's spread cunt. The back 
of her hand glistened where it had touched. She wanted to touch her own clit, 
but shame prevented her.

'Let's hear what she wants....' Using the key hanging from her belt, Sergeant 
Abouna unlocked the tiny padlock and removed the ball gag.

'Please, mistress. Please. I'm so hot there, please.'

'Please what, slave?'

'Please make me come, mistress, please.'

The imploring look in her eyes had been for sexual release...not physical. 'You 
heard her.' Therese was forced to her knees in front of the splayed legs and 
naked cunt, even more naked for having been shaved clean of all body hair and 
polished with scented oil. Therese could see the hard little clitoris peeping out 
from plumped lips. She had dreamed of caressing a woman. Woman Police 
Officer Cunningham, her gym teacher, Mrs Carstairs, and the sprint champion 
Sylvia Turley had all figured in her fantasies when in the early morning 
warmth and darkness of her bed her hand slipped down to her clit. But her 
imaginations had always been limited to caresses, breast to naked breast, 
kisses, and as she came, imagining mutual fingerings, their hands on her cunt, 
hers on their breasts. Although she knew women did kiss each other 'there', it 
had always seemed gross to her. She could imagine a girl sucking at her nub, 
tongue flicking at it, but not her own mouth glued to an open cunt.

'You heard her. Suck. That's what you're here for. To give sexual satisfaction. 
Suck.'

Therese was silent, fearing another jolt from her warder's new toy. But she 
made no move towards the victim.

Her hair was seized, and her face pulled to that gleaming cunt. Her mouth was 
on it. And at once she knew it was good. She kissed and licked, an arm round 
the girl's hard little bottom. Without thinking, her other hand slipped between 
her legs as she knelt, and her fingers slipped up and down her own slippery 
lips, pulling, stretching, tweaking and rubbing her own hard nub.

The girl was coming. She could hear the grunts and squeaks of pleasure. And 
her own climax was building. She was nearly there. A sudden stinging pain 
across her buttocks. Another. Sergeant Abouna had taken a whip from the wall 
and was lashing her. The pain was fierce, but her fingers still worked between 
her legs, and her orgasm built. Another lash across those proffered cheeks and 
she was coming. Her juices ran down her thighs, as they had never done 
before. 

She knelt, dazed and amazed by the force of her passion. Despite the shame at 
exposing her body, her lust, and her excitement at being whipped, she still felt 
arousal 'down there' and the thought of a mouth on her own cunt flitted 
through her mind.

'Just time to get there.' The chain was pulled and she was standing.

'Please, Mistress, me too. Please. The lash.'

'No time, slave.' She was re-locking the ball gag. 'But I'll leave the whip at 
your feet, and doubtless the next person along will use it.'

Pulled along by the chain, Therese could feel the cold air on the stickiness on 
her thighs, and the taste of cunt on her face. She licked her lips. Sergeant 
Abouna laughed. 'They won't mind the taste of cunt on you, sweetie, The 
Governor and the Doctor. No, they won't mind that.'


Therese knew at once it must be the Governor's room. The Doctor would not 
have a room so lush in its red velvets, brass fittings, mirrors. No man would. 
Both the male and the female wore that strange harness-uniform, the Doctor's 
in black leather, the Governor's in gold. She found the Governor's gold 
stiletto-heeled shoes especially disturbing. It was like the afternoon Council 
Meeting again, with Sergeant Abouna standing to attention while the two 
officials walked around her, feeling her and commenting on her body. She 
could hear the lust in their voices, growling an octave lower as they marvelled 
at the firmness of her tits, the shapeliness of her buttocks, the fineness of her 
hair. She knew better than to protest...each had that awful pain-dispenser 
clipped to their belts.

She stood with her eyes downcast as the Governor unlocked the chain from her 
collar and let it fall to the thick carpet. She avoided eye contact, but could not 
escape seeing the Governor's tits straining at the gold leather brassiere, nipples 
outlined. And the shape of her plump lips where the satin crotch of her gold 
leather shorts cut tightly into her cunt. Amazed, she realized her cunt was 
aroused despite the shame and horror of her situation among these rapists and 
perverts. Her head was seized by the Governor who placed a long and 
passionate kiss on her lips. She could feel the Governor's breasts pressing into 
hers, and blushed with abject shame as the woman's probing finger discovered 
the wetness of her sudden lust.

'Excellent. She is aroused, Doctor. Her lips taste of cunt. Yours Sergeant?'

'Not yet, Governor. We passed the slave Nymphette in bondage in the main 
corridor, and I allowed this slave to pleasure her.'

'Her arousal is a tribute to your beauty, Governor.'

'And to the efficacy of your drugs, Doctor. That implant you developed is 
sheer genius. You will stay, Sergeant. We will need you later. Undo the 
Doctor's pouch, slave.'

She hesitated.

'Sergeant!'

Belle reached for her zapper, and that momentary refusal was met with the 
dreaded searing pain. Sweat broke out on Therese's tits. She knelt in front of 
the male and pulled at the cords each side of his hips. The black satin pouch 
fell away. His cock was only half-erect, and his balls hung loosely. She knew 
what she would have to do, and fear, shame, and desire were strangely mixed 
in her young mind. The Doctor held her head in both hands, and eased it 
towards his cock, till her partly-averted face touched it. He jerked her head 
round so her lips were against the knob.

'Now suck, slave. Suck, my little Sweetie.'

The knob slipped in, and then the straight, hairless shaft. Her cunt was aching 
now as the drugs coursed through her body. She gagged slightly as the knob 
touched her throat, but this was forgotten in the wonder of that shaft, so soft on 
the outside, so steely within. She cradled his balls with one hand, as if testing 
their weight, but her other hand slipped down to fondle her cunt. 

The Governess whispered in Sergeant Abouna's ear. 'As soon as she starts to 
come, whip her. And each time she comes, make sure she is being whipped. 
Her buttocks is best, but her tits if the buttocks are hidden. You should aim to 
mark her, but not break the skin. It is very important to ensure she feels pain 
each time she comes. The Doctor will explain why later. He's rather busy at 
the moment.'

He was indeed busy, fucking the young blonde's mouth. He still held her head, 
his hands among the soft, fine blonde hair. One arm was around his bum, 
pulling him into her. Her other hand rubbed and kneaded her clit.. Her tits 
were pressed against his legs as she knelt, and she sucked him off, matching 
her suction to the frantic fucking motions of his hips. Her mouth was filled 
with that liquid she had first seen in the Doctor's surgery, when he spattered 
over her tits. She swallowed. It was thick and she was still swallowing as 
another gush filled her mouth again. She felt the Governor's hands on her 
shoulders, caressing her neck, and she was coming herself. A sudden stinging 
pain as the whip descended across her buttocks. Then another. Still the come 
spurted in her mouth. Each spasm of her body was rewarded with another 
slash from the whip. It was as if the black girl could see her peaks of pleasure, 
and timed her lashes to coincide. Pain was mixed with pleasure. The pleasure 
enhanced the pain, and the pain increased the pleasure. The cock was still 
hard, but she had drained him for the moment, as he pulled his knob from lips 
reluctant to release it. Her last spasm and the last lash left her kneeling, 
wondering how she could have felt joy in such humiliation.

'Sergeant! Cuffs!'

Roughly, her hands were seized, and handcuffed behind her by the bed. In 
front of the trapped girl, the Governess tore the velcro holding the crotch of 
her pants in place, revealing her shaven cunt under the gold satin. Where the 
crease had been gold silk, it was now pink flesh. It seemed the brassiere was 
fastened by velcro as well, for she tore this off, and the little golden nubs were 
revealed as large pink-brown nipples. Her breasts were large, but firm, 
standing proudly.

'You know how to suck. I tasted cunt on your lips. I want your lips on my clit, 
Sweetie.' 

It was difficult to clamber onto the high four-poster bed handcuffed as she 
was, but she was eager to experience those acres of flesh spread out on the red 
satin counterpane. Strong arms pulled her into position. Hands grasped her 
head and pulled it down onto that glistening crotch. The cunt taste was more 
acrid than the young girl earlier, the lips fuller, the vagina more open. She 
buried her face in it, licking, kissing, nibbling, while the woman beneath her 
writhed, arms around her, pressing tits into her belly. 

She was turned over, and the Governess was on top, raking her cunt across the 
young girl's face. She sat up so she could look at and feel the teenager's 
breasts, her gentle face and long blonde hair.

Therese longed to finger her cunt. She understood now why her hands had 
been bound. They intended to deprive her of the pleasure of masturbation. 
Above her, she could feel and hear the woman coming. Fingers grasped her 
tits, almost intolerably as finger nails bit into her flesh.

The movement stopped, and she was again turned over. Now she felt the 
woman's lips on her clit, offering relief from the aching need in her cunt.

Across the room, the Doctor had removed Belle...Sergeant Abouna's brassiere 
and was fondling her breasts. Her skin was wonderfully smooth and silky, 
Therese thought. Just one blemish, a wound with two stitches at the top of her 
arm. Then she realized the Doctor, and the Governess, writhing underneath 
her, face buried between her legs, both had scars in the same place. She 
understood! They had all had implants, the drugs not the pain-chip. The staff 
had sex-drug implants, and contraceptives for the females. The prisoners had 
the same plus a chip, in the back of the neck for maximum pain. She watched 
him licking Belle's breasts while her ebony hand played with his cock. It was 
hard again.

She concentrated again on her pleasure. It was less easy to ride that face with 
her hands bound, but her movements, plus a skilled tongue were making her 
soar. Then, as she came, again those stinging lashes across her buttocks. She 
collapsed onto the Governor's breasts, each of her spasms bringing another 
blow.  

'Sergeant, the frame!'

Almost before her orgasm had finished she was pulled from the bed and 
released from her cuffs. None too gently, she was hustled to a  stout wooden 
frame. It was a St Andrew's cross, with a a brass axle passing through it. The 
oak was polished, smoother where the flesh of buttocks, ankles and wrists had 
rubbed it. The leather straps had clasps that clicked as they were fastened over 
her wrists and ankles. The black girl returned to her respectful place near the 
door. Her master and mistress...she was beginning to think of them as 
such...stood over her as a ratchet clicked and her helpless body was moved 
from the vertical. When she was suspended horizontal, hanging breasts 
downwards from the frame, it was locked into place. She felt her buttocks held 
apart, and then the scraping of a man's bristly chin against her silky skin.

The Doctor mused to himself as he rimmed her. There was no real need to do 
this. She was a prisoner, and he could just shag her in the arse if he wanted. No 
need to prepare her. But he did like licking round a tender young arsehole, 
slipping his tongue inside. He thought of his bed-partner for tonight. prisoner 
'Petals.' The boy had a lovely arse, but no better than this girl's.

Therese muttered a sighed protest as he removed his mouth. The ratchet 
clacked again, and she was just slightly off horizontal now. She could not see 
him, but knew he was rubbing some sort of oil into her anus.

'Sergeant. The dildo now.'

Sergeant Abouna squatted beneath the spread-eagled girl, watching the Doctor 
oil his cock. She could fancy some of that, she thought. Well, everything in its 
due time! The dildo had been developed in the prison. She slipped the green 
vibrating finger of plastic easily into the girl's cunt, and clamped the suction 
pad over her clitoris. It had been designed to remain in place on a bound 
prisoner, driving her to orgasm after orgasm. Switched on, Therese felt the 
vibration inside her, and the alternate suction and release on her nub.

She felt herself coming, and expected the sting of the lash across her buttocks 
with the first throe of her orgasm. What were they waiting for? 'Please,' she 
found herself whimpering. 'Please...The whip.....Please.'

Her coming was brutally interrupted as the Doctor forced his shining cock into 
her anus. Her scream of anguish rang out. In a nearby room, Sergeant Turley 
paused in his fucking, recognising the cry of a a virgin's anal violation. He 
returned to his shagging with even more vigour, reaching below the slender 
hips to grasp that cute little cock. This boy was just right, he thought, randy 
but completely subservient. Further away, Nymphette heard the shout, but not 
Major Ducrois, for the girl-slave's silky legs were clamped over that short-
cropped blonde head while the woman sucked her off.

Her orgasm was not spoiled, merely changed. Each spasm was slower and 
deeper as his cock filled her rectum. And she was not denied the lash, for the 
Governess has taken up a black, multi-thonged leather whip, and was 
whipping her upwards, onto her unprotected breasts. She wailed her pleasure 
as he fucked her harder and harder. No sooner had one orgasm ended, than that 
cunning dildo was inducing another. Sergeant Abouna watched as his cock slid 
in and out, easy now, and saw the grimace on his face as he came. His victim 
came a third time as he pumped his jizzum into her.

She was exhausted and slumped from the frame when released, sitting on the 
carpet. The Governess hauled her to her feet. 'Clean him up, girl. There in the 
bathroom. He's all shitty with your shit, girl.'

Somehow it seemed even more demeaning to be washing that limp prick in a 
washbasin, drying it, and enduring his bored silence.

Talking over her towards the room behind them, the Doctor was holding forth. 
'Pavlov! Pavlov's dogs.'

'Explain.'

Pavlov noticed his dogs salivated when they were shown their daily dinner. As 
he fed them, he arranged for a bell to be rung. After some weeks his dogs 
would salivate when the bell rang, even if there was no  food present. He had 
conditioned them, and discovered what he called  the conditioned response. 
We are conditioning little Sweetie to associate whipping and submission to a 
master or Mistress with sexual pleasure. Eventually she will come when 
whipped or bound, without any other  sexual stimulus. At that point she is a 
trained slave, and our programme is complete.

'As usual, you are a model of clarity, Doctor Poitevin.' The girl was being led 
back in. 'Sergeant, take her back to her cell. Have her fed, and secure her. 
Then you might care to come back here for the night.'

'That would give me the greatest pleasure, Governor.'

                                        ......................................................


Therese woke in the night. She remembered she had dreamed of cocks, in her 
mouth and arse, but mostly in her cunt. She wondered what the Doctor's cock 
would feel like in her. Her hands had been chained to the bed-head again, so 
she could not masturbate, but again she slipped the pillow between her legs, 
and managed to rub against the corner. She thought of her brother that day she 
had seen him on the beach. They were twins, but his hair was black. And his 
cock nestled amid black hairs. She wondered what it would look like erect. 
She wished she had asked him to show her. She might never see him again. 
What would it be like to have his cock in her. She was coming!

The door burst open, and she was dazzled as the cell light was switched on. A 
squat, hairy male stood over her. 'Gotcha, my girl. And why do you thing we 
handcuff you? So you can't do that! Here, I'll take that!' He grabbed the 
pillow from between her legs, and chucked it to the floor. 'Pretty! They told 
me you looked good. But this...' he knelt on the bed and grasped one breast 
roughly. 'Firm!' He fondled her belly and slipped a finger into her. 'Wet! 
Apparently I'm not to have you. Not yet! But this is ok.' He undid the leather 
thongs on his pouch, and out sprung an erect cock. It looked odd, shaven amid 
all the rest of that body hair. He knelt over her, squeezing a breast with one 
hand as he jerked off with the other. It did not take long, and she watched his 
white spunk spurt over her tits and belly.

'Please, wipe it off. I can't...'

'It'll dry.'

                                               ........................................................


The week went by quickly. Of course, all the staff wanted  to have the new 
prisoner, because she was new, but also because of her stunning beauty. 
Eventually her contraceptive implant was believed to be effective, and she was 
ready to lose her other virginity. 

It seemed, they were going to make an exhibition of it. 

The horseshoe of chairs and desks in the council chamber had been replaced 
by soft leather couches, while the central dais was now a large, low divan bed 
covered in pale blue satin. I n front of it the Governor was addressing her staff.   

'Most of you by now will have enjoyed our newest trainee, Sweetie.' There 
was a murmur of agreement, and a rustle as legs stretched. 'She is developing 
well, and Doctor Poitevin believes her conditioning will be complete in the 
amazingly short time of five weeks. We will, however be keeping her longer 
than that, delaying the return on our investment, as she is so very delightful.

'Today she is ready for real sexual intercourse. And I decided to turn it into an 
act of theater. This is for our amusement, but also meets the need of our 
trainee's programming. And that of her partner. In his case the disorientation 
he is going to feel will provide a basis for his re-conditioning. We have to 
destroy personality before we can build the new.'

'The opportunity arises because her twin brother has been making a nuisance 
of himself. He has been playing the junior detective, interviewing our contact 
at the Young Offenders Institution, and getting all together too close to our 
operation. She warned our police contact, who had him arrested. When 
searched, he was found in possession of a large quantity of drugs..most of 
what was in the police-station  that day in fact. He was kept in the cells 
overnight, but managed somehow to escape.'

There was a murmur in the room, and some laughter.

'Major Ducrois brought him here. He is a very pretty boy! Doctor!'

The Governor took regained her place on a green leather couch, and Doctor 
Poitevin addressed the audience. 'You will find him quite delightful. Slender 
and as yet un-muscled, but fit and firm. He is dark-haired, unlike his twin 
sister. We have, of course removed all body hair. It has been decided his hair 
will be allowed to grow eventually to his shoulders, but you will enjoy its 
wavy locks even now. The truth serum shows he is an apt candidate for 
reconditioning as a personal sex slave. His sexual experience is limited to 
mutual masturbation with a class-mate, a boy called Charlot, and even then he 
has not handled the boy's penis. His fantasies are, as you would expect in a 
teenager, undifferentiated gender-wise. They are bisexual. He fantasises being 
taken and caressed  by  his soccer coach, a tall and strong man of about thirty. 
He has seen the man naked in the showers, and fantasises bringing his cock to 
erection. There are no fantasies of oral or anal sex with him, merely of 
masturbation. However, there is a strand of submission in them which will be 
very useful to us. His heterosexual fantasies are more clear. He imagines 
feeling his class-mates' breasts and buttocks, and fucking them. He has once 
seen his sister naked, and she figures among his dreams...not surprising to us, 
who have also seen her naked! He sometimes dreams he is being used as a 
plaything by his Headmistress, a strong and stern woman well into middle age. 
As I say, and apt candidate.

Therese knew it was her day today. As she was led by Sergeant Abouna, the 
leading chain fixed to the ring that they had clipped to her labia, the chain 
pulled teasing at her cunt and she wondered if a cock would soothe the raging 
fire there. She had been fucked in the mouth and arse so many times, had had 
her cunt sucked or fingered to completion so many times, yet still that urgent 
lust in her loins. Sergeant Abouna opened the door to what Therese 
remembered as the Council Chamber. Her eyes widened when she saw  her 
initiation was to have an audience, but she lay on the bed, docile, as directed. 
All these men and women had seen her naked before,: indeed they had 
caressed her and made her do things with them. She felt no embarrassment 
now. In fact, their presence was exciting. She knew the effect her body had on 
grown men and women, and her ability to please was becoming a source of 
pride to her. A leather blindfold was strapped around her head, and she heard 
the usual click of a padlock behind her head. The same fingers removed her 
leading chain.

'Any word, any sound other than those of pleasure, and you will be zapped!'

Outside the great oak doors, which had been shut behind Therese, a slender 
boy led by an identical chain from his leather collar in his case and 
accompanied by two silent, sinister guards in that fetishist's-delight of a 
uniform, was halted and blindfolded. He knew better than to protest, or even to 
enquire, after twenty-four hours acquaintance with the painful probes at his 
guards' waists. 

A hand grasped his bottom, and he heard both men laugh. Another hand on his 
bottom, squeezing, and a hand on his cock. He was becoming hard. He was 
ashamed, but he had been wondering at the shape of those men, under their 
satin pouches. Were they, like him, shaven, or were they hairy? Sometimes he 
had been able to make out the shape of their helmeted cocks under the satin. 
Their naked, muscular bodies reminded him of his soccer coach, Mr Carstairs. 
He was sure they would play with his cock if he asked them, unlike Mr 
Carstairs. He had never dared ask Mr Carstairs, though he had managed to 
arrange for them to be alone in the showers. The coach had looked, but not 
touched. Another grope at his body returned him to the present. His own cock 
was erect. He had noticed over the two days his cock had been in an almost 
continual state of near-erection. A  guilty thought, the sight of a half-hidden 
cock, or the sly touch of one of his guards was all it took now to make him 
hard. 

'Not a sound, boy. The slightest sound, little Bonbon, and you will get some 
more of this.' Pain wracked him momentarily, and his scream warned the 
audience their show was about to start, even as the great doors opened.

There was a suppressed gasp of admiration as the lad stood framed by the 
door, his cock pointing at the room. Velcro was torn and corded knots 
loosened as the staff prepared to enjoy their show. The boy was led to the 
central bed, where his bride awaited. His chain was removed, and he was 
pushed onto the bed, his hands feeling for some secure hold, and slapping into 
the girl's belly and one breast. 

She was ready for him; he found himself enfolded in her arms, her breasts 
pressing into his chest as her lips fastened to his.

She had been expecting a man, hoping to feel the mat of thick hair that would 
show one of her jailers was to have her. But this body she held was smooth 
and slender. More like a girl's she thought. His hands were reaching between 
them, feeling her breasts. She reached between them and found his cock. It felt 
big to her. This was what she had wanted ever since that first day of the 
implant. She rubbed it in her slit, and it slipped in. He gasped as he felt the 
warm, tight wetness engulf his cock and start to fulfil those night-time dreams 
of girls' bodies.

Instinct took over, and laying now on top of her, he fucked her like a veteran, 
his belly crashing into hers with every thrust. Her lips sought his again, and her 
tongue was in his mouth. Her finger nails clawed at his shoulders, and her 
nipples teased his as their breasts squeezed together. Faster and faster, until he 
felt and heard her coming under him. His own orgasm built like a coiled spring 
inside him until it could be controlled no longer and he spurted into her, a 
complete, balls draining cum.

At the moment of their greatest ecstasy rough hands undid their blindfolds.

The watching lechers saw the sudden recognition in her eyes, the look of 
horror in his: cocks twitched, and clits hardened at the sight.

'Sis!'

'Pierre!'

Leaping off her, he knelt beside her stammering his regrets, his cock still erect 
and glistening.

'No! No!' The girl almost screamed at the sudden emptiness of her vagina. 
She must have some more! She threw herself at him, knocking him over 
backwards. His cock did not seem as big now she could see it, but she had to 
have it again. Her midnight fantasies had often been of her naked brother, and 
now she knew what he looked like erect. Astride him, he saw and felt her slip 
her cunt over his cock, till her arse rested on his belly and she was fully 
impaled. Her eyes glittered and there was a smile on her face. 'My turn, now, 
my brother!'

The audience watched enthralled as she fucked him, rising and then falling 
heavily onto him. His hips moved slightly, but mostly he lay back and enjoyed. 
He watched her tits jiggling above him, and reached up with both hands to 
fondle them, increasing her pleasure and the force with which she shagged 
him. 

She watched him, his eyes shut and his head  rolling side to side. Then his eyes 
opened and a look almost of rage crossed his face. She knew this look. She 
had seen it so often over the days of her imprisonment. He was about to come. 
And so was she. His hips now moved up to meet her, and she pounded on his 
chest in her passion. His hands grasped her tits almost painfully. She came, 
grinding her pelvis against his, and felt him come in her. They collapsed, her 
laying on top of him, panting and throbbing together.

Rough hands separated them. She was led away by a jailer, but the other man 
joined him on the bed. It was the jailer who had felt his bottom in the corridor, 
who had reminded him of the soccer coach, the centre of so many of his 
fantasies.

'Now me, my little Bonbon. Still hard? Good!' This was so different, the 
man's harsh lips against his, the hairy body replacing that silky smooth one. 
'You're a pretty little toy, Bonbon. Kiss me.' He had his hand on the boy's 
cock, and the lad could feel his hairy legs as they intertwined his own smooth 
limbs. He shut his eyes, and imagined it was his own Mr Carstairs fondling 
him, as he had so often dreamed before. The two men, his jailer and his soccer 
coach, became intermingled in his disorientation. His cheek was pressed 
against that sturdy, matted chest, the tiny point of a nipple sharp on his cheek. 
Without thinking, he closed his lips on it, sucking and kissing.

'Please, sir, let me...' He wanted to make love with this male, but was shy. His 
mouth was roughly kissed again and his hand grasped, forced between them, 
and onto that huge cock wedged between their two bodies. So much bigger 
than Charlot's he thought. 

'My tender little Bonbon. Of course. Mmmmm...' The male moved and now 
his prickly chin was tickling a smooth, tanned thigh as he kissed the places 
which till that very morning had been clothed in a fine black fuzz, but were 
now shaved white, and shining with a light oil. He felt his balls being licked, 
and then the skin of his scrotum gently pulled by lips and nibbling teeth. The 
man's cock was close to Pierre's face as they lay together, and he could see 
that the shaft, and also those huge balls had been shaved, so they stood clean 
and clear amid the rest of the matted body hair. Again, he was astounded at the 
size of an erect adult cock. He had only seen Mr Carstairs without an erection, 
and the boys in his class who sometimes got hard in the showers after soccer 
were no larger than himself or Charlot.

He had completely forgotten the watchers from their horseshoe of couches. If 
he had raised his eyes to them, he would have seen that several sex-slaves, 
male and female trainees, had come into the room, and were occupying most 
of the attention of the jail staff.

He nuzzled that shining cock with his cheek, and at that very moment felt his 
new lover take his cock in his mouth. Just the knob at first, licking and 
nibbling, but then the whole shaft, slipping into his mouth through pursed lips. 
With a tongue working on his shaft, Pierre thought it was better than the feel 
even of his sister's cunt. He nuzzled closer to the prick.

The jailer slid the boy's cock from his mouth for a moment and looked at it. 
Everything about the boy was fine and delicate. His slender body, silky skin, 
and above all this small, straight cock with its hairless, white shaft and its pink 
helmet. Why had his parents had him cut, he wondered. 'Suck me, little 
Bonbon. Suck me like I suck you.'

It seemed so natural to suck, though the size would make his jaw ache soon, he 
thought. But there was not long to wait before, for the first time, he felt the 
spunk spurt in his mouth. He had tasted his own, of course, and once licked a 
gob of it from Charlot's body. Charlot had protested that it was "girly" to do 
that and he had never again tried. This was saltier and thicker. And there was 
so much more. It kept on coming as he swallowed and swallowed. His cock 
was not being sucked, and he could hear muttered endearments and 
expressions of pleasure as legs twitched against him with each throw of the 
cum. He felt a sudden pride in his ability to satisfy this adult. The thought went 
through his mind. 'I'm a cock-sucker now' he thought, and to his amazement 
felt no shame. He was still aroused, and was trying to rub his hard cock against 
the man's face. 

He felt a tongue licking the hard bit between his balls and his arse, and then to 
his wonder felt a wet kiss on his arsehole. A pointed tongue licked around in a 
circle, and gently, so gently penetrated him. He giggled as it tickled. He found 
he was able to get his face under the man's balls, and tentatively he licked too. 
He liked it. He liked it done to him, and he liked the feel of his own tongue 
slipping through the tangled hair, and into the muscular anus. 

'You're ready, Bonbon. Don't go away. I won't be long.'

For the first time, Pierre noticed what was going on around him. His sister was 
being fucked by a large, very hairy warder. He couldn't see her face because a 
muscular black guy was standing by her head; in fact she had her arms around 
one of his sturdy legs. By the look of his cock, standing almost so it touched 
his flat belly, he was going to have her as soon as his colleague had done. Of 
the other staff he knew, the Governor was being sucked by a tiny Chinese girl, 
and the Doctor was fucking a kneeling blonde boy. Major Ducrois was sucking  
an Indian-looking girl, and being fucked by another jailer. Every couch was 
occupied by two or three figures, all beautiful or handsome, and all fucking or 
sucking.

His jailer returned, and rolled him over onto his stomach. His buttocks were 
being massaged, especially right in the crease. Oil was being rubbed into his 
anus. He knew what was coming. Not even in his dreams of Mr Carstairs had 
he imagined this could happen to him. Yet his fear was mixed with 
excitement, his heart beating, and a tight feeling in his chest. A finger entered 
him, and moved slowly in and out. More. A thumb? Two fingers? He wriggled 
his hips. 'You're ready. Relax and enjoy it. It will be better that way.'

The shock was intense, but the pain soon passed, and it was chiefly just 
boring, laying there while the massive brute laboured away behind him. He 
could feel the man's excitement rise and finally knew he had come inside him.

The guard fixed his chain again, and led him from the room. He still had not 
come, and was erect. None of the preoccupied people in the room noticed 
them leave.

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Weeks passed, and the brother and sister had almost forgotten life outside the 
prison. Sexual servitude had become second nature to them, and they had no 
ambitions beyond pleasing whichever adult was using them. As Doctor 
Poitevin had forecast, the merest suggestion of a whipping would arouse them, 
while Sweetie had become multi-orgasmic, and Bonbon a repeater. Their 
training was complete, but the staff took such pleasure in their compliant 
bodies that their inevitable departure was delayed, and then postponed again.

Typically, we find them in bondage. Suspended from two ceiling hooks so 
their feet just touched the ground, leather ball gags  in their mouths, and 
spreader bars between their shackled ankles, they are placed in the corridor 
between the cells and the Council Chamber, the busiest in the prison. They are 
available for any jailer, or visitor for that matter, who happens to pass by.

Bonbon, now accustomed to his new name, watches jealously as a passing 
warder untrusses and has his first fuck of the day, shagging Sweetie from the 
front. Bonbon is stark naked, but his sister has been dressed provocatively in 
tarty black high heels, black stockings and open-crotch knickers. She swings 
too and fro as the warder lazily fucks her, standing still and swinging her on 
and off his erect cock. The jealousy turns almost to frustration when a second 
warder, female, stops and picks up the eight-thonged whip lying convenient 
between the two slaves, and thrashes his sister's satin-clad buttocks in time 
with the fucking. Bonbon tries to wiggle his hips, to draw attention to his hard 
little cock, so ready for sex.

Later, it is Sweetie who has to watch in frustration as a female warder and a 
chained trainee enjoy her brother, she sucking him while the pretty boy shags 
him from behind.

They are never again allowed to fuck each other. Never, even, to touch each 
other.

                          .....................................................................

It was probably nearly a year after their arrival that they were led to the vaulted 
Council Chamber for the last time. The Governor, Major Ducrois and the 
Doctor, in their provocative uniforms, were talking to a tall, elegant man, 
heavily built, but with a clearly expensive dark suit. The two sex-slaves stared 
in amazement. This was the first person they had seen 'normally' dressed for 
all those months. It was strange!

The Governor was speaking. 'Minister, we deeply appreciate the support The 
Ministry of the Interior gives our establishment. With your help we are 
accomplishing great things.'

'My dear lady, The President has been most enthusiastic. He has been so 
pleased with the product of your programme, you sent him eighteen months 
ago. He says she has made a new man of him. Thirty years knocked off his 
age.'

'The first of our real successes. But I can assure you our conditioning 
techniques are being constantly improved under the guidance of the good 
Doctor Poitevin.' Poitevin smiled smugly. 'These two are perhaps our best 
products to date. Docile and obedient, avid to serve, unquestioning,  ever-
aroused, and above all, breath-takingly lovely. We should like to present them 
to you, Minister, as a token of our gratitude.'

'That is insanely generous, my dear lady. What are they worth on the market?'

'Sold in the States, where the market for female slaves is strongest, Sweetie 
would be one hundred thousand dollars. In the Middle East, or England, where 
prices for boy-slaves are best, Bonbon would make eighty thousand.'

'Strange, girls are worth more than boys!'

'Market forces, Minister. And if you think about it, the girl can take it in the 
mouth and arse like the boy, but also in the cunt. Both are bisexual, of course.'

'On the other hand, the boy has this.' The Minister handled the stiff, little 
cock. 'Which both my wife and myself so delight in feeling inside us! I shall 
buy them from you. Using State money, of course. Not my own!' He laughed. 
'My wife will be overjoyed.' He looked them over, and caught himself licking 
his lips. The boy had shining black hair, down to his shoulders. His whole 
body was, of course naked of any hair, and his little cock stood hard in front of 
him. Apart from the collar round his neck, his left nipple had been pierced for 
a small gold ring, from which hung the light chain that had been used to lead 
him. It looked as if the base of his scrotum had also been pierced, for a larger 
gold ring. She had blonde hair, even longer, almost to her waist. It was tied 
behind her neck, so it did not hide her matchless breasts. Her shaven cunt was 
pierced through its outer lips for one gold ring, which too had a leading chain.

'Major Ducrois has, I believe checked out the security of your Chateau in the 
Alps?

'Indeed.' He laughed again. 'And checked out my wife as well, I believe.'

'Now, now Minister! You will have your little joke, and as I recall, you had 
your wicked way with me as well!'

'That's fixed then. They will be delivered to you within the week. Would you 
like to sample the goods now?'

He looked again at the two teenagers, standing so quiet and demure. He 
imagined that pretty young lad shagging his sister while he himself slipped his 
cock between the boy's silky buttocks. Or perhaps he should fuck the girl 
himself, and accept  that slender cock into his own rectum. But the politician's 
instinct took over, and he realized what he must say. 'That would be very 
pleasant, but I have plenty of time for that. I shall be spending much of the 
summer at the Chateau, and expect to have many delightful hours with them. 
No, my dear lady. What would really please me would be for you to join me 
naked on that couch over there.'

The Governor simpered like a young girl. 'Oh Minister...' She was in his arms, 
feeling for the erection under his immaculately pressed trousers.

'And perhaps Major Ducrois could bind the two of them, and thrash them 
slowly with one of her whips, to add piquancy to our fucking.'

                                                        FIN

(Though one day we may record details of life at the Chateau.)