Slave's Indoctrination Diary - 10

Postscript

I found this diary on the stand in my slave quarters last night. I have no idea who Wonder Cunt is, or Elizabeth Childs for that matter. Yet, I can't help but feel akin to her. Like me, she was abducted and has undergone the slave training. I may even be in the same room in which she wrote this diary. And I recognize many of the masters that held her as they appear to be the masters that are now training me.

It is now August, so I'm assuming she was here mere months ago. Yet, I have no way of knowing for certain. She could have been here years ago. I don't know the names of any of the masters, so I can't say if David or Robert are among my captors.

I don't know why they gave her a notebook and pen. I never got anything when I was in the cell, other than that disgusting sludge she called porridge, and what could only generously be called a stew. I've been out of the cell for three days now.

And like Wonder Cunt, I can clearly see the stages of my enslavement. Well, I don't have any background in psychology, but everything she wrote makes sense.

By the standard she outlined, I think I'm in stage 4, addiction. I find myself craving our nightly fucking. Maybe I'm even in stage 5, a loss of identity. I do respond to my slave name, Rape Meat.

Now, that I have read Wonder Cunt's diary, I am hoping things worked out for her and her new master. I can't help but wonder if it will work out for me as well.

Knowing what was happening doesn't seem to alter the end result. There was a girl sold today, and she seemed genuinely happy. Perhaps, this is just our natural fate. Whatever the case, I hope you are doing well wherever you are Wonder Cunt. Your words have helped me to believe that my surrender is not only inevitable, but that I can be happy about it.

I'll be joining you soon enough on the slave market.

Kisses!

Rape Meat

There is no more Alison Hendrix

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Post-postscript

How many of us women get abducted and sold into slavery? You would think there would be news reports of all these missing women. Maybe it's just so normal that people don't care.

It's now December, and like Rape Meat, I don't know Wonder Cunt, Elizabeth Childs or Alison Hendrix. I can only assume it is the same year, and it is the same group of guards.

Fuck Doll is still here. She's still a vicious cunt who takes pleasure in breaking us down. I know she has no choice in the matter, but you can tell that she loves it.

It's discouraging how well organized this operation is. I was abducted after leaving a company office party. They somehow knew that I was just a temp worker, and there have been talks of cutbacks in the new year. So, most people are not going to notice me disappearing over the Christmas break. And like Wonder Cunt, I don't have any family, at least not that I am in contact with. I haven't spoken with my mom and my stepfather since I left home nearly 2 years ago.

The name they have given me is Ass Queen. They haven't made any secret of what they regard as my best asset, and that I can expect to be ass raped repeatedly.

More disturbing is that they think I'll be honoured anytime a man penetrates my ass.

So far, I hate it. Yet, like Wonder Cunt and Rape Meat, I'm beginning to accept it. And truth be told, I do have a nice ass.

I'm not even offended when they call me Ass Queen, rather than my real name. Does Danielle Fournier still exist?

I don't see how I'm any different from the hundreds, or thousands of other women who have come through here. I can't say I'm happy about it, but I'm not fighting it anymore. Like all the others, I am a slave.

Perhaps I will become like Wonder Cunt, and take pleasure in my subjugation. Perhaps that was the point of giving me this diary. Using her standards, I am on stage 4 or 5. I think I have accepted my new identity, but I don't feel addicted to it. I have no feelings for my captors. The evening sex may be one of the more pleasurable parts of my day, but I don't crave it.

That said, I am largely resigned to everything that is happening. Whether I like it or not, Ass Queen is getting sold. I'm getting sold.

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