Slave's Indoctrination Diary - 4

February 6th

I awoke of my own accord this morning and was surprisingly refreshed. The rest was just what my aching body needed. Sure my ass was still a little tender, but I would just have to be a good girl to avoid another whipping.

I was using the toilet when David entered the room. That was convenient timing. Yet, then again, they were no doubt monitoring me, and knew that I was awake.

"Good morning Master David." I was relieved that it was him and not one of the other guards. Despite his relative indifference, I found myself overly attracted to him.

He nodded, but didn't say anything. Once again, the strong silent type. He set the two bowls on the ground.

I washed my hands, then knelt on the floor to eat my breakfast. I didn't need any instruction, this is what pets do. With him standing over me, my arousal was piqued. So, to be more inviting, I didn't just kneel on all fours, but instead arched my back and spread my legs wide, exposing my cunt. I hoped he would take the opportunity to finger my pussy, and take advantage of this bitch in heat.

No such luck.

With my meal finished, I keenly felt his presence. Kneeling as I was, his groin was at the level of my face. Outside, I didn't like giving blowjobs with my boyfriends. I'd do it on occasion to make them happy, but I certainly wouldn't initiate it. Now, I felt totally different.

"Master David, may I service you?" I looked up to him with a pleading expression.

He smiled. "Not right now Wonder Cunt, but if you're a good girl I'll let you suck my cock later."

I nodded and smiled. I was disappointed but determined to earn that reward. Then, I stood as directed. Following my thought from last night, I adopted a position at his side, bent over with my arms behind my back, allowing him to lead me by the hair or my collar.

He gently stroked my hair. "Very good Wonder Cunt. You're learning proper slave etiquette. But right now I'll have you stand up straight with your arms behind your back."

I stood up, and crossed my arms behind my back. He attached the leash to my collar.

"That's nice. Everyone has their own preferences. As a slave you will learn and adapt to your master's desires. Personally, I like these to be on display." He pinched my nipples with both hands. "... and I love the way they bounce when you walk."

"Yes master." The pain from my nipples being pinched was delicious. It made me gasp, and it heightened my arousal. The smoldering look in my eyes told him everything.

He led me to the showers, and I was surprised to see that I was the first to arrive. Nevertheless, I calmly allowed him to handcuff me, and raise my hands to be hooked above my head.

Fuck Doll was the next to arrive, walking on her own. She smiled at me, comforted by my docile nature. A nature she shared as David proceeded to lock her into place beside me.

The others arrived, and we proceeded with our morning routine. Being washed, dried, moisturized, hair combed, teeth cleaned, and even a touch of makeup. All done in silence like an assembly line.

The head master entered the room to announce the plan for the day. "OK bitches, we're going to keep it simple today. You're going to start with domestic duties. Some of you haven't grown up knowing a woman's place in the home, so we're going to work on those skills. And anything that is not up to standard will warrant further 'instruction'."

The threat of punishment was clear.

"Chica and Wonder Cunt. You are on bathroom and shower duty, so you'll start cleaning here. Blondie you will be doing laundry. Suk Wong, you're mopping and dusting. And Fuck Doll, you're in the kitchen."

The group dispersed, leaving Chica and me in the shower with one of the guards. Not David unfortunately.

"Wait here bitches. I'll get the cleaning supplies you need." The guard ordered in the monotone tone I was now accustomed to.

Chica and I stood nervously in silence. We knew speaking was forbidden, so there was no reason to start off the day being disciplined only to have some meaningless chit chat.

He returned with two buckets, scrub brushes, sponges, rags, and different cleaners. He then directed us to clean the shower walls, along with the shower heads and nozzles. We started at opposite ends and worked towards one another.

Living alone, I did have to do the housework myself. That being said, I was rather carefree when it came to cleaning and being tidy. So, I was really nervous about the standards expected. I took extra care to ensure every inch was sparkling clean. The guard would periodically come closer to inspect our work. And surprisingly, he would on occasion give us tips if we were struggling with a certain spot. I learned to use a tooth brush to get into some crevices.

Cleaning the toilets was more straight forward, but also more disgusting. Particularly so when our guard decided to take a piss and deliberately missed the bowl. Yet, I couldn't argue, this was clearly a job for a slave.

Scrubbing the floor was hard work. Being on my hands and knees on the tile floor, scrubbing with the brush, it was exhausting.

I feared I may be in for some punishment when our guard corrected one thing about my posture. He reached between my thighs and found that he couldn't fully get his hand through to grab my sex. He slapped my ass.

"Open your legs bitch!"

I promptly complied allowing his hand to reach in and begin fingering my cunt. I was startled and remained still as he molested me.

"No one told you to stop scrubbing the floor!"

My fugue state was broken and I immediately returned to scrubbing.

"I shouldn't have to make any effort to reach your cunt. It should be on display and ready for use. If a master comes into the room, he should be able to simply slide his cock into you without any effort. Your hole can be used while you continue with your duties. No one cares what you think, or if you find it pleasurable. You're just a set of holes ready to be used."

"Yes master," I meekly responded. I was relieved that there was no further reprimand for my slip up.

Once we finished cleaning the shower area, we moved onto the men's washroom. I hadn't noticed it before, but I guess that makes sense. It's not like I have had an opportunity to explore this compound. Their washroom was obviously nicer than the toilets us women used. For one thing, there were stalls for privacy. There was also normal things like toilet seats. Then there was the overall feel of the room, such as the marble counter top. It was a subtle reminder that men were civilized, and women were just livestock.

Cleaning the urinals felt odd, but I suppose it wasn't any worse than cleaning toilets.

It was a relief when we stopped for lunch. We were led to the dining room. This time it was a piecemeal affair as the other girls had lunch whenever their assigned master said so. This left Chica and I alone, sitting down on the bench with the dildos shoved up our asses. We were permitted to lubricate ourselves before sitting which was a relief.

Fuck Doll, since she was on kitchen duty -- lucky bitch -- came out to serve us. She first took our master's order and once prepared, served it to him in the adjacent dining room. Like the disparity in washrooms, the men's dining room was elegant with an oak table, paintings on the wall, etc.

Chica and I received our meals in the standard plastic bowls, and bent forward to lap up our meals like the trained bitches we are.

Blondie and Suk Wong arrived for their meals just as we were finishing.

The other thing that was a new task, at least for me, caught me by surprise. Although it was somewhat of a relief from a hygiene perspective. Once we stood up, we were ordered to remove the condom from our dildo. We then wiped it clean, and applied another condom to the dildo so it would be ready for our asses at dinner time.

After lunch we proceeded with our washroom and toilet duties. This time, in the bedrooms. What I discovered was that the masters also had bedrooms. They lived here. Although naturally they had luxurious accommodations: king-sized beds, bookcases, artwork, a desk, and large wall mounted TVs.

Yet, what really struck me was the large windows. For the first time, I could see outside, and actual sunlight. I only had a moment before we were ushered into the en suite bathrooms to fulfill our cleaning duties. What I could make out was that, wherever we were, it was remote. There were trees and open spaces, and no sign of other buildings. We were at a waterfront, either a lake or the ocean. For all I knew, it could be an island.

All of the masters' rooms were similar. And though I attempted to absorb as much detail as possible from a momentary glance out the windows, I got the same information. We are in the middle of nowhere. It was beautiful. However, we were far from the city, and far from a means of escape, or rescue, or even discovery.

I could tell from her expression that Chica hadn't seen the outside since her abduction either. Like me, she was stealing glances out the window, and likely reaching the same conclusion.

Chica and I swapped tasks with each bedroom. One would clean the shower, while the other cleaned the toilet and sink. We cleaned in the five master bedrooms.

We also skipped over two rooms which suggested there were two other guards who worked the night shift. It occurred to me that I hadn't seen Robert, the master who first led me to my room, since the previous evening. He was likely now sleeping in one of the rooms we skipped.

Our rooms seemed so drab in comparison. Small, blank white walls, no windows, a single bed, a steel toilet, and a sink. Even the bedsheets which covered our mattresses and the pillow covers were missing. Although they were likely just with Blondie on her laundry duty.

I did get a lump in my throat when I saw the journal missing from my room. Initially I thought it was Blondie, but realized that was ridiculous. She would need a guard to accompany her and provide access, so she couldn't take it even if she wanted to. Then it dawned on me, what I had always assumed was now proven to be true. The masters were reading my journal.

Later that evening, after dinner, I learned precisely who was reading it. I was ushered into the head master's office and there it was on his desk.

He welcomed me in as though I had a choice in the matter. "Come in Wonder Cunt, come in!"

At least I wasn't being punished, which was my initial concern. Although, I was somewhat disappointed that I wasn't getting my 'reward' this evening.

As before, my leash was removed, and the chain was attached to my collar. I was instructed to kneel next to him at the desk. So, I adopted the Nadu position which seemed to please him.

He made no mention of the journal, but it was clear from what he had to say that he had read it.

"You're making good progress Wonder Cunt. Even in ways that you have no control over, and are unaware of. And that's what I wanted to show you. I think it will help you in your overall sense of being a slave."

It always felt comforting when I was being complimented in a soothing voice. It made me want to make him happy.

"First of all, you are responding well with your training. There have been no outbursts. No silly attempts to escape. You've been very obedient and docile. I know you bitches have been raised to think you are free, and think for yourselves. Yet, you're learning that's all a lie. You're starting to see how easily you've been controlled. Your body is responding with arousal by being overpowered."

I wish I could say he was wrong. Yet, he wasn't. Even then, kneeling at his feet, I was getting turned on.

"And you should be proud. You're already attracting the attention of some buyers." He tilted the laptop so I could see a web page with various images of me. It was a product placement with a message board for inquiries on the product. My first thought was, when were the pictures taken? Yet, that was rather silly. I am constantly being monitored, so it wouldn't be difficult to grab a few desirable screen shots.

Ironically, I wasn't thrown off by the notion of me being sold. And of course the transaction would be on the Dark Web. My captors intentions were clear, so there was nothing to surprise me. Indeed, I did look sexy in those pictures, and every woman wants to be desired. So, having buyers waiting to purchase me was rather kinky.

"Now, Wonder Cunt, the other thing you don't know is how your life of independence was a façade. I'm going to show you how easily it was stripped away."

He was right, I didn't know what he meant. He pulled out some correspondence and handed it to me. It was a record from my college indicating my status was Incomplete, and that I could reapply at any time. "I don't understand. What?..." I handed the letter back to him.

"You've dropped out of university. Records show that you dropped out for family reasons, so no one is missing you."

I was stunned. I had put in so much effort to being accepted and keeping my grades up. This was my future, my career, and it was simply stripped away.

"What about my friends, sir?" I know I'm not a social butterfly, but surely some friends will be asking about me.

"The administrators assured us that your professors would inform the class that you had to withdraw due to a family emergency."

Given the tragedy of losing my parents in the accident, I didn't talk about my family very much. I don't think I knew anyone well enough, or rather that anyone knew me well enough, that they would know this was a lie.

"Likewise, you have resigned from your retail job, and you have moved out of your apartment."

I hated that job and that dingy apartment, but they were intricate threads in my life that had now been cut. I was stunned. Of course this also meant that there was no Missing Person's Report filed with the police. Elizabeth Childs disappeared without a trace, and no one was looking for her.

"You don't have to struggle. There's nothing to go back to. Just relax, and accept your new life. The one your body knows is real. Wonder Cunt."

Hearing my new name as my old life was washed away was jarring. I thought I would be crying, but I was more stunned. Surely someone should be mourning the passing of Elizabeth Childs.

Instead, I thought of traditional weddings, ones where the bride takes on the name of her husband. She says to the world, I will love, honour and obey him. And she does, she is subsumed by him. He is the head of their family, and she orients her life to be his wife, and to care for him.

Weddings are happy occasions. Is this? Should we now be proclaimed 'Master and Wonder Cunt. You may now fuck the slave.' I suppose that would come when I am sold.

I didn't know anything. All I knew for certain was that he had read my diary, and had masterfully used my words to reinforce my enslavement. Step 5 complete, a loss of identity. The only step left was resignation and submission. I was already feeling it. I was questioning why I should fight it.

The fact that I am writing this is proof alone. I now know for a fact that the head master is reading this, and perhaps the others as well. Yet, here I am laying out the guide for my subjugation. I am losing the fight, but they still have work to do. If I was smart, I'd lie and say I am ready to submit completely, and then hope they let their guard down. Or alternatively, say none of this was affecting me, and I'll keep fighting. I think they would know it's a lie, and I'm just too much of a dumb cunt.

For now, they were going to feed my addiction.

"I know you didn't get your reward for good behaviour today. Would you like to be fucked by me or Master David?"

I hesitated, fearing this was a trap.

"Don't worry, you can tell the truth. It is a reward. If you choose David, I'll just fuck one of the other cunts."

"Oh, uhm, Master David, sir." Did I have to choose? Couldn't they both fuck me? Now that my ass has been stretched, I could try being DP'd. I say that is if I have any choice in the matter.

He was speaking on the phone. "Hi David. I'm here with Wonder Cunt, and she would like to be fucked by you again. She has earned her reward. Are you up for it?"

"OK, she's in my office. Just come by and claim her."

It sounded like I was a lost dog, waiting to be claimed at the pound. And I wasn't going to make love, I was getting fucked. I was clearly down the rabbit hole because that just made it more erotic.

It wasn't long before David entered the room. The two men made some pleasantries and then, without a word, David unhooked the chain and attached a leash to my collar.

"Stand." His only word to me. Then, he led me out into the hallway. Initially I didn't understand where we were going. I was still somewhat lost in here, but I knew we weren't going to my room. When we walked up the stairs I got excited. We were going to his room.

His room was very inviting. Once again, I was struck by the sharp contrast of luxury within a man's domain, and the barren holes that us women dwelled in. The only way that I fit into this room was as an object of beauty. I belonged here only as a possession to be used for his pleasure.

I noted that there were no lights visible from the view outside. This reconfirmed my earlier suspicion that we were very remote.

I was surprised when Master David spoke. Not because of his brusque and demeaning tone, but rather that he was saying more than a few words.

"You bitches are so fucking dumb. You think that you can perform some chores, and look pretty, then we'll sweep you off your feet and make love to you. That you'll be welcomed into our bed, and you can use your feminine wiles to seduce us. Well, we're smarter than you cunts. You're nothing but a pair of tits, and three holes."

I nodded in agreement.

He sat down on the bed, and motioned for me to kneel in front of him. He casually unzipped, and pulled his pants down. With his permission, I pulled them off, folded them quickly, and handed them to him. His erection was evident, pressing against his boxers. My mouth was watering in anticipation.

"So, you're here for a reward. What do you think that reward is?"

I was stunned that he would even ask. Yet, there was no denying that I wanted it. "To be fucked master."

He laughed. "Fucked, huh. You don't want me to make love to you?"

I understood this was a trap. He could never love me. "No master. I'm just a pair of fits and three holes. Holes that I would like you to fill."

He grinned, appreciating that I used his own objectifying terms to describe myself. "And why should I?"

This stumped me. Wasn't I attractive? Being a young woman I was accustomed to rejecting men's sexual advances. And sure, like all girls, I fantasized about Prince Charming and had been ignored by some hot guys. Yet, this was different. This wasn't romance. I was spreading my legs and asking to be fucked, and he was shrugging it off.

"Uhm, I just want to give you pleasure." It was a lame answer, but it was all I could think of.

"OK," he responded with a bored tone. "If you beg for it like a good bitch, I'll fuck you in the ass."

I knew it was only a matter of time before I lost my anal virginity, but he had now trapped me into begging for it. I had to resign myself. And yes, as I write this, I know what that means on the stages of enslavement.

I placed my hands together to implore him. "Please Master David, please fuck me in the ass. I've never taken it in the ass before so it will be nice and tight for you. Please, please Master, fuck my ass!"

"Very well," he seemed to be begrudgingly granting his approval. "Remove my briefs, and service my cock. I recommend you get it nice and wet because that's the only lubrication you're going to get."

His massive cock was already hard which belied his attitude of indifference. It didn't matter since I had been craving having his cock in my mouth since kneeling before him in the morning.

I went to work, now utilizing the skills I had developed yesterday. His cock is impressive. I think I would have sucked his cock even if we had met in the outside world. Sometimes, real manhood just needs to be savoured and worshipped.

What I couldn't have done on the outside was deepthroat him. Now, his cock slid to the back of my throat and past my gag reflex. Up and down I went, honoring this pinnacle of manhood with my mouth. My hand gently caressed and fondled his balls.

He had incredible endurance. I was sucking intently for some time.

I could sense him tensing up, but he then pulled out.

"OK Wonder Cunt. On the bed! On your hands and knees!"

I scurried onto the bed as directed. I had yet to fully capture my breath, but it didn't matter. It was time to get my ass fucked. I was nervous about the pain, especially with no lubrication, but it didn't matter. I don't matter. In fact, I was rather proud. I had earned this by being a good slave.

It did hurt like hell. It was all I could do to remain steady and allow his monster cock to fully penetrate my ass. This was what I was there for. It was my reward. And my ass is just another hole for him to use.

He remained fully buried in my ass for a moment which gave me the opportunity to adjust. Then he began to slowly pull out before pushing back in. Over and over again, increasing in intensity, and leaving me breathless.

The pain had begun to subside. Actually, no, that's not right. I'm not sure exactly how to describe the sensation. His cock still stretched me open, and his thrusts pushed into my cervix with increasing force. Yet, at the same time the nerves in my ass were on fire, sending waves of pleasure to my brain.

The humiliation and depravity fueled my arousal. This in turn translated the pain into pleasure within the neurotransmitters of my brain.

He was pounding into my ass with such speed and force that it made me quiver. I was moaning and crying out with a mixture of pain and pleasure. It was difficult for me to stay in position, except that his firm grip on my hips meant I wasn't going anywhere.

I pushed back, welcoming him to penetrate me further. He was filling my hole. I was a hole. I existed just for his pleasure. All I could think about was his cock jackhammering into my ass, and his strong hands holding me in place.

I thought I might faint from the flood of endorphins flowing through me. Pain, pleasure, humiliation, and pride. All sense of self was disappearing as I simply longed to be filled by him. A hole waiting to be filled.

He groaned loudly and buried his cock deep into my ass. His grip on my thighs was so strong it was painful, which only enhanced my pleasure. I was still as he came inside me.

I could feel his semen inside me, warm and sticky. Victory. Master was filling my hole. I had fulfilled my duty of giving him pleasure.

Although I did not climax, my body was on an edge that I had never experienced before. It wasn't exactly pain or pleasure, but more like a need. A drug high perhaps? I've never taken illegal drugs so I'm only guessing. Yet, beyond any physical sensation, was that satisfaction of fulfilling my purpose.

He pulled out and lay down on his back. He was still breathing heavily. And though my quivering legs made it difficult, I dared not move without permission.

"Clean me bitch!"

I didn't initially understand his order, but then he pointed to his cock. Of course. "Yes master,"

I lowered my head to once again engulf his cock. Only now it had just come from my ass. It was perverse and disgusting. I loved it.

I wondered how long it would take for him to recover and pump another load of cum into me. However, that would not be answered this night. He gently grabbed my hair and pulled me off of him. He sat up, retrieved my leash, and attached it to my collar.

"OK Wonder Cunt, you got your reward." He was speaking once again in his calm authoritative voice. He stood up, and directed me to stand up with a tug on the leash. "I got things to do tomorrow, so I can't have a dumb cunt like you disturbing my sleep."

We proceeded out of his room, and back downstairs. I suppose I knew that I wouldn't be allowed to sleep with him. Yet, I couldn't help wishing that I could curl up to him, or even sleep at his feet. I kept all this to myself. Instead I contented myself with the load of cum which was now leaking out of my ass and dribbling down my leg.

When we arrived back at my room, he simply unhooked the leash and said, "Goodnight bitch."

"Thank you Master," was all that I could think to say before he was out the door.

I paused for a moment, yearning for my lost love. I know he doesn't give a shit about me, but somehow this makes me love him more. I didn't want to clean up. I wanted his cum to remain inside me, marking his territory.

I noticed that my journal was once again at my bedside. Apparently the masters liked reading my inner thoughts. It had helped them thus far. I wondered if all of us bitches had our own journal, but realized I didn't really care. If it helps the masters, then great. Otherwise, who cares what those dumb cunts do or think.

I realize as I am writing this, that I am now only writing to help them. I have resigned. I only want to help them with my journey.

I don't expect them to trust my words. They shouldn't trust the words of a dumb cunt like me.

However, I know there is no escape. Even if I made it out of this complex, a big if, where could I go? I have no idea where I am, but I do know it is remote. How am I going to survive naked in the woods? I'm a city girl, what do I know about wilderness survival? No, it's best to remain calm and accept my place.

There is no more Elizabeth Childs. There is only Wonder Cunt.

I suppose they're not even concerned about us escaping from here. They're more concerned with us attempting to escape when we have been sold. I mean, that is the point of all this right? Being sold.

How would that look if a master paid good money for a slave and she ran away? That wouldn't do at all.

It's best for me to assure them that I'm a good girl. That means getting a good night's sleep so I'm prepared for tomorrow. My only comfort now is Master David's cum which continues to run down my thigh. It's now cold and sticky, but I like it because it reminds me of him.

Good night masters.