Prisoner training

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My name is Tom, but more often people call me "Master." I run a
special training camp in the countryside where my sadistic buddies and I train slaves before
selling them all over the world. Some slaves come voluntarily (like masochists), contacting
us in chat rooms on websites. If conditions allow and there are no problems,
we sign an agreement, officially making them trainees. Others
are sent by their masters or mistresses, where they learn how to better serve their masters
. Of course, some slaves are kidnapped. Sometimes our regular clients
designate a target—sometimes with the potential to be a slave, sometimes not—but regardless
, we send people to track her and wait for the right moment to kidnap her, then use various
means to transport her to my camp. Volunteers or prisoners, once they arrive, they
no longer have the right to choose their fate.
I
sat on a bar stool in the recording studio, sipping a pitcher of ice-cold beer. This small internal
bar was open from afternoon until late at night. Behind the bar stood two waitresses—of course, they
were actually slaves in the training camp, just temporarily playing that role. They wore waitress uniforms
and six-inch heels, with an iron chain connecting their wrists and ankles to leather handcuffs.
They could only rest and eat after the bar closed, and the restroom was simply a urinal behind them, where
they could urinate or expel enemas.
Now, it was time for prayer. In the center of the room, a group of slaves, under the supervision of Bier (one of my trainers)
, were changing urinals. Then they were divided into two groups: one group was responsible for wiping the glass and cleaning the tables, and
the other group was responsible for arranging the utensils and decorations on the tables. Soon, the slaves finished their morning preparations, and
they would be led by their mistress, Bier, to another training area.
I leaned back in my chair, relaxing and sipping my beer.
The feeling of my bladder slowly filling was quite enjoyable. I glanced at the bar's restroom, where a female slave knelt
, bound to a pillar. Ropes wrapped around her ankles and knees, forcing her legs wide open. Her wrists and elbows were tightly bound behind
her back, a position that shamefully protruded her breasts. Her chin was held high by a plastic support
, and all she could do was look up at the two urinals above her—one
an open bowl shape, the other a narrow-necked, long-necked vessel. A dildo with a flange was inserted into her
mouth, sealed tightly around her lips with a rubber gasket to prevent spillage.
A Y-shaped plastic tube connected to the base of the dildo led to the bottom of the two urinals above her head.
A catheter was inserted into her urethra, its other end clamped and placed
on the floor. Two alligator clips connected to metal wires were clamped to her nipples and clitoris, while two other
metal rods, also connected to wires, were inserted into her vagina and anus.
When I saw tears welling in her eyes, my penis throbbed in my leather pants. To be honest,
I wasn't punishing the girl; it was just part of the training. Of course, for this girl
, such training was far too cruel, because she didn't belong in this world of slavery and abuse; she had been
kidnapped here—an old client needed this girl as his slave.
At that moment, the swelling in my bladder told me it was time to urinate. I finished the last
sip of beer in my glass and walked over to her. The recording studio was dimly lit, but in the bathroom, several specially placed
spotlights illuminated her surroundings like daytime, to make the entire humiliation process clearly visible. I unzipped my leather
pants, held my penis with my right hand, and aimed it at the open urinal. Before urinating, I had a few words to
say to this "human toilet": "A12, you'll be spending the whole night here. Anyone in the bar
can urinate in these two urinals. Your job is to drink all the urine. I think you might not like
it, but you have no choice. If you look closely at these two containers, you'll see
a blurry line engraved on them. When the urine exceeds this line, a sensor will be triggered. At the same
time, your nipples, clitoris, vagina, and anus will receive an electric shock. Unless you drink the urine
below the line as soon as possible, the shock will continue. Also, every time this device is triggered or lasts for
ten seconds, the current will increase by one level. I suggest you don't try the highest current."
After saying this, I started urinating into the bowl. I looked at myself... A golden liquid flowed into her mouth through the tube.
When the level in the bowl stopped dropping, I guessed she was blocking the tube with her tongue. "Oh, we
'll grade your training tonight. If you pass, we'll take you away, and you'll have completed
the course. If you don't drink your urine properly, you might stay here for a long time. Of course,
we can feed you some liquid food through this tube, but it tastes more like another kind of excrement,
so how long you stay here depends entirely on you." I shook the last few drops of urine into the bowl, then zipped up
my leather pants. Before I could return to my seat, Linda, the girl sitting with Philip, ran over.
She pulled down her underwear and pressed her genitals against the other urinal. My colleague was really well-mannered;
she had actually been holding her urine from the beginning, but patiently waited for me to finish using this "human toilet" before she
came to relieve herself. After Linda finished, I noticed that the levels in both containers still hadn't dropped. It seemed the A12
training course would continue for quite some time.
I returned to my seat and started my second beer when the hostess, Bill,
came back with the four waitresses for the night—actually, three waitresses and one transvestite. They were all wearing the same uniforms—
high heels, stockings, chokers, and aprons—except the transvestite had an extra transparent plastic...
The chastity belts were designed to effectively restrain his genitals. Upon entering the room, Bea immediately activated
the device on their collars with a remote control. If they left the room without permission, a powerful electric current would surge from the collars,
stunning them. Tonight, they would provide various "entertainment performances" and fulfill sexual requests for some regular customers.
A while later, my team members arrived at the bar, some having finished their day's work, others
taking a short break between two training sessions. Several brought their "students." With
the cooperation of these regular customers, the urine in the container on A12's head quickly approached the mark. Finally, Bea brought the
transvestite to A12. Driven by hormones, this transvestite had become almost entirely female; his
only male characteristic was his still-existing penis and testicles. Bea unlocked his chastity belt and
ordered him to urinate into the open urinal. When the red light at the bottom of the bowl lit up, Bea announced that the show was about to begin
.
At that moment, I clearly saw A12 begin to convulse. Her body
swayed helplessly under the tight restraints. Soon, I saw her reluctantly swallow her first mouthful of urine. Immediately, her throat tightened again.
Clearly, the pungent liquid made her nauseous. She tried to vomit the urine in her mouth and throat, but this was
impossible. We had installed a one-way valve in the middle of the catheter, and this action only caused the urine
to spray out of her nostrils. I wasn't worried about her safety because Bill was standing right next to her,
ready to take immediate emergency measures should anything happen. After about 10 seconds, the current automatically increased by one
level. Sweat from the pain glistened on A12's skin. Soon, there was another
increase in the current. At this point, A12 finally realized that if she didn't swallow the liquid in time, this torture would
continue indefinitely. And so, in full view of everyone, A12's throat began to contract and expand as
she shamelessly swallowed her urine.
As the liquid level slowly dropped below the mark, she was surprised to find that the electric shocks to her sensitive areas continued
. Looking at her pained expression, Bill said, "Master Tom forgot to tell you a crucial point: once the sensor
is activated, even if the liquid level is below the mark, the electric shocks will continue for 30 seconds. Furthermore, each increase in current
extends the shock time by another 30 seconds, and this process continues until the green light under the bowl illuminates." Bill
pushed the transvestite aside, then stood on A12's head. She bent down and wiped
the urine from A12's upper lip with her finger. "Also, regarding you..." "This little trick, we'll add extra time so you remember how to
cherish your master's holy water and not waste it again."
I finished my beer again. I saw that the catheter under A12 was full; clearly,
her kidneys had fully processed our urine. To teach her a lesson, I decided to punish
this slave. I ordered everyone not to loosen the clamps on the catheter. Then, I strolled out of the room,
my engorged glans rubbing against the inside of my leather pants. I decided to find T3 to vent my frustration. As for A12, it would be a
long night. Before
she
came here, she had her own name and life, but since that night, all she had left
was a code name—B35. Here, she had become a complete slave.
After the training course, she would be handed over to her master.
B35 sat on her small bed, looking dejected. A few minutes earlier, her mistress, Kelly,
had told her the truth and then left her alone in this small room. Only now did she realize that
being kidnapped on the street by several men was no coincidence. Her father's business partner, Edward Langecris
—her Uncle Edward—had always fantasized about making her his sex slave. The pain and humiliation she had suffered over the past month
were entirely due to this man's lust.
The mistress, Kelly, wouldn't tell her the truth without reason. She and the other trainers hoped to
destroy the last vestiges of her self-awareness with this news. Once she accepted this fact, she would be more likely to pass
the subsequent training courses mentally, because her future master—Edward Langecris—was already growing impatient
and wanted his slave as soon as possible.
The room light flickered a few times, indicating that she had five minutes before bedtime. In this training
camp, dim lighting signified bedtime. Upon seeing the light, she immediately went to the bathroom to urinate
, because leaving the bed during bedtime was against the rules. Even if she really couldn't hold it in, relieving herself in bed
was better than enduring a full hour of caning.
Five minutes later, she took off her six-inch heels and lay down on the transparent plastic sheet. She reached under her pillow
and pulled out a rubber dildo, rubbing its head against her labia and clitoris. With her other hand, she
gently kneaded her nipples, gradually arousing herself. Then, she
slowly inserted the 10-inch-long monster into her vagina. In this camp, masturbation was not only not forbidden, but
encouraged by the trainers, because a female slave had to keep her genitals constantly moist and warm so that
her masters could enjoy them anytime. Usually, B35 would hold the dildo and thrust into herself until she had several
orgasms, but today, she only thrust once before stopping. She curled up under the transparent latex sheet and
cried loudly.
In the observation room, two people watched B35 on the large screen and laughed. The truth had indeed
completely shattered her will.
“Can you complete her training and hand her over to me within two weeks?”
Kelly heard Edward’s impatient voice. “Yes, sir. But to speed things up, we have
to leave some marks on her.”
“A few whip marks are nothing in the training course. Even if you don’t lift a finger, I will
whip her myself.” As he said this, a wicked glint appeared in Edward’s eyes, causing Kelly beside him to shudder
. She remembered this man: Edward? Langes was a regular customer here. Most of his
slaves didn’t live long, and even those who survived were sent to brothels or pornographic film sets after he got tired of them.
Edward left the room with his newly acquired slave. Kelly continued watching B35 on the screen. Then
, she logged onto the training base's network and began entering B35's schedule for the next day.
Once everything was ready, she returned to her own quarters to begin training her newly recruited slave.
When the room lights suddenly switched on, B35 quickly woke up. She had to complete her daily
routine. A corner of her room served as a bathroom, containing a sink, a shower, and
a toilet. First, she sat on the toilet to urinate and performed several enemas until
clear water flowed out. Then, she checked her body from head to toe, and only after finding nothing amiss
did she confidently go to the shower to wash herself. Finally, she brushed her teeth and washed her face at the sink.
Next, she checked today's tasks online, which usually included sex education, punishment, bondage, or
service lessons. She went to the screen and pressed the "Tasks" button, and the day's schedule quickly appeared on the screen
.
"B35-4# Uniform - Rubber Maid Bodysuit," the next line listed a detailed clothing inventory.
In another corner of her room was a double-layered wardrobe, each layer with two drawers. She quickly
retrieved the items from the list and arranged them on the bed; even the slightest omission would be severely punished.
She carefully checked the list and items again, then pressed the "Task" button, indicating she was about to
begin dressing.
First, she put on the rubber stockings and carefully adjusted their position. According to the rules, the bodysuit could not
have any wrinkles. Next was the latex bra, which was essentially just wrapped around the breasts,
leaving them completely exposed through the hollow space. Then, she returned to the bedside, put her six-inch
heels back on, and selected a black latex hood. She pulled her long-sleeved rubber gloves up
to her elbows. Finally, she dressed in a tight-fitting latex bodysuit. A figure
-eight shaped covering over her vulva and anus could be easily removed to
expose her private parts for further training. Once fully dressed, she looked in the mirror.
Except for her face and breasts, everything else was tightly wrapped in latex.
Suddenly, the door opened, and two women entered. One was a female slave dressed identically to B35,
and the other was the female instructor, Sabrina, a renowned bondage and latex-suit trainer in the camp
with a strong sadistic streak. B35 had seen this female slave before, but didn't know her name.
It didn't matter, because in the camp, all slaves were forbidden to speak or communicate without permission.
"B7, put what you're holding on the bed and help B35 finish dressing. If you don't do it
properly, you'll be whipped in the next lesson!" At Sabrina's command, B7
placed the box on the bed and stood behind B35. B35 felt her latex bra suddenly tighten
even more. B7 was using all her strength to tighten the back clasp of the bra until B35 felt breathless;
otherwise, it would be difficult to satisfy her mistress.
The instructor smiled at the two hourglass-shaped latex figures before him, then reached between B35's legs.
Stimulated by the tight latex clothing, B35 felt her juices flow from her vagina. Long ago, B35
had been bisexual. At times, she even preferred being with women. Now,
the reflection in the mirror and the pervasive smell of latex excited her. Her eyes glazed over, her nipples hardened,
and a hot, wet sensation spread from between her legs throughout her body.
Sabrina guessed the slave's feelings. "B35, it seems you've started to like the tight
latex suit. You're getting hot and wet down there." She mockingly held her fingers up to B35's eyes.
"I see a pair of latex sluts, their genitals are dripping with juices. Now, I'm going to complete the final
step for you, you little whore."
Sabrina fitted the two women with steel corsets, tightening them as much as possible, then put collars
, handcuffs, and leg irons on them—a 6-inch chain between the handcuffs and a 9-inch chain between the leg irons.
This was B7's attire, but for B35, there were additional accessories. Sabrina ordered her to spread
her legs, then removed the cloak covering her crotch. A 10-inch-long dildo was forced deep into her anus
, while a 2-inch diameter vaginal ball (Benwabal was an unknown device
) was inserted into her vagina. The cloak was then resealed to prevent the two props from slipping out.
The final prop was a special tray. Sabrina attached the inside of the tray to B35's belt, while
two chains on the outside were connected to her nipple rings. The heavy tray immediately pulled on B35's nipples,
causing her B-size breasts to become conical. It was a very vicious device; with every step the wearer took
, the tray would vibrate up and down, severely pulling on her nipples. Sabrina watched B35 with satisfaction.
Completely encased in the tight-fitting latex suit, she would soon be drenched in sweat. Furthermore, the six-inch heels and the chains between the shackles would
cause her to sway her hips dramatically as she walked, intensifying the stimulation of the penis and vaginal balls inside her. Moreover,
another important function of the tight-fitting suit was to prevent her from breathing properly.
All preparations were complete. Madam Sabrina attached two dog leashes to
the collars of B7 and B35, then led the two slaves out of the house. That evening, they would
serve the bar's patrons with trays—serving drinks or retrieving empty glasses. B35 had to get used to daily life wearing the tight-fitting latex suit.
Under the dual stimulation of her vagina and anus, before she had even gone halfway, B35 experienced her first
orgasm of the day.

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