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The door to the small room opened slowly, quietly, and a young man entered carrying a glowstone. He was about twenty-eight, well-toned, with long dark hair, brown eyes, and a carefully shaven jawline. His name was Lorcan, and he and his girlfriend Clarisse were both members of the Builders. Technological geniuses the both of them, they had been drawn together by their love of making things. And the things they had made!
Setting the glowstone carefully in a bowl of glass hanging overhead he stood still for a moment to adjust his eyes to the pale greeenish light, and then moved to one side of the room where a large monitor screen hung with a control pad nearby. This was Lorcan's proudest achievement, a screen that showed crystal-clear images relayed from electronic "eyes" placed in various rooms and places around the house. He reached for the viewer controls and began scrolling through the scenes afforded by the "eyes", leaning back against a spare piece of equipment temporarily stored in the room. It was a large, solid benchlike device, with the ability to be configured into many positions and with restraints placed at various points all over it. Behind it was what he thought of as the "gadget box" - an extension of the device itself containing remotely controlled devices of punishment. He really had no idea at all what it was capable of, and Clarisse had never discussed it much with him.
It was Clarisse's invention, and she had had five installed in one of the dungeons below the house, but had ran out of room for the sixth, and had so stored one here. This was Clarisse's "other" hobby, training slaves for the private auctions held by the House of Willows.
It took up most of the small viewing room, and the chair Lorcan had placed here for relaxation was crammed up against one wall.
Finding no activity in the house itself, he set it to show the training dungeon. Lorcan's home was multi-level, laid out in a rambling fashion across the ridge of a hill, and was composed of several buildings, but the main house had a deep basement that accessed natural caves. Several of the first chambers had been deemed useable, and long ago were renovated into dungeon and playrooms.
It was now one of those dungeons that caught his eye, the same dungeon that contained the other five devices. Clarisse was there, and Lorcan caught his breath at how she looked - tall black boots, a leather corset, shimmering red velvet dress with deep side slits, red satin elbow length gloves, and a black leather half hood, half mask that concealed her features. Her blonde hair was nowhere in sight, pulled up under the hood, but long curls of the reddest auburn spilled out from under the leather, curling over her shoulders and halfway down her back. Lorcan realized he almost didn't recognize her, but considering the occupants of the five devices, he knew why.
Three men and two females were tightly restrained to the benches, on their knees and bent forward over the padded surface. Straps and manacles crossed their bodies, encircling and restraining them tightly. They knelt also on padded rests, and Lorcan could see that they were gagged as well with locking ballgags. Clarisse was moving around the room, and the silence was punctuated only by an occasional crack and moan as she brought a wooden paddle down across an ass, leaving a bright red zone with small pale circles corresponding to the holes drilled through the paddle itself. Intrigued and aroused, Lorcan watched, mesmerized.
Clarisse spoke, a low, soft, sultry caress. "How do you like my devices, slaves? They are my own invention, and they should be very comfortable." She returned to teasing and tormenting the female she was standing beside, and Lorcan turned his attention more fully to the device he was leaning against, coming around to look at it. He could easily see how the slaves were positioned on it, and he noticed all the hinge points where it could be reconfigured, as well as the gears, wheels, springs and chain pulleys under it that were the guts of its configuration system. Lifting one of the loose restraints he saw why Clarisse hadn't used this one - it was obviously broken. He could see where the stock restraint slid into the device itself, but it did not lock and could be easily pulled free. In fact, there didn't seem to be a way to lock it at all. Intrigued, he carefully slid his wrist into the opening and pushed the restraint in, ready to pull his wrist back out quickly. Nothing.
Clarisse was talking again. "..I personally prefer the sight of naked slaves in my devices - the feel of the cool leather against your skin, the tightness of the straps, the contrast of the leather against skin.." She trailed off and Lorcan reached out to feel the leather, his eyes closing as he imagined his body naked on it...
He moaned once, gently, and then checked the door, making sure it was locked before returning to the device. He stood there, looking down at the device as Clarisse made one of the males suck her toes. Her voice intruded again, and her words were as though they could have been meant for him. "Go ahead - you know you want to, you need to, you need to know how it feels." As the male sobbed and followed her commands Locan disrobed and slowly positioned himself on the device, sliding his limbs under the slack straps and resting his wrists, neck, and ankles in the loose stocks.
"Mmmm ...yess...doesn't that feel good, chained on my bench slave?" As Lorcan watched the male nodded enthusiastically, licking and sucking on Clarisse's feet as she reclined in a large chair in front of the device. He could feel the cool leather caressing his flesh, and he shivered in arousal. The male mumbled something around her toes, and Clarisse immediately pulled her foot away. "Say it, slave." The male reddened in humiliation, and softly said, "Yes, Mistress." "Louder!" "Yes, Mistress!" Clarisse's voice cut the air like a knife, and Lorcan watched, amazed, at the complete change in her. She cracked the paddle across the male's ass, commanding "Again!" and Lorcan, who had jumped at the sound of the wood striking flesh, cried out "Yes Mistress!" in unison with the slave. Clarisse smiled and returned to her seat. Lorcan could feel his face flushing in humiliation as She sat down. "I'll tell you a bit more about my devices, slaves. They are designed to be completely remote, and are controlled by my voice." Lorcan listened, intrigued, wanting to find out exactly what she had designed them to do, but something about what she just said seemed to be trying to tell him something important, but Clarisse went on and Lorcan listened again.
"For instance, most of the commands are simple one word commands or are numbered commands, like.." Clarisse suddenly turned in her seat to stare directly into his camera and loudly said, "Lock. Gag." Instantly every strap on his body pulled tight, crushing him against the device and the stocks ratcheted down holding him fast as he cried out in shock and surprise. Two extension arms had slid out of the front of the device and now moved back quickly to either side of his head. Between them was suspended a ballgag, and before he could shut his mouth from crying out the ball had popped past his teeth and the arms pulled the straps tight around his head to lock tightly. Lorcan tried to struggle, to break free, to scream in protest, but Clarisse had stepped in close to the camera and her face filled the screen as she turned the camera to face a screen in the dungeon - a screen that was filled with the image of him struggling on her device. "Hello Lorcan," she purred. "Enjoying my device? I had it placed there just for you. I know you've been curious as to its capabilities, so what kind of a person would I be not to show you."
Clarisse turned and went back to her seat smiling in satisfaction. "Now that the class is all in place, this lesson can begin. Corporal. Level one." Lorcan watched in terror as the "gadget box" behind each slave extended a thick rubber paddle that started to smoothly pull back away from the exposed flesh. Lorcan grunted madly, held perfectly. He could just barely turn his head enough to look over his shoulder to see a similar paddle behind him just as it reached the apex of its arc and swung back, lashing across his ass and causing him to moan in pain, pressing tight against the device in an effort to somehow get away.
Onscreen the paddles were resetting, pulling back again, and Lorcan watched in horrified fascination as they swung forward again, in unison, and his own ass felt the paddle impact again. Two layers of pain were in him now, overlapping and burning as the paddle struck again. Lorcan struggled wildly as the pain continued to build with every strike, sobbing madly and drooling around the gag as paddle blow after paddle blow lit his ass on fire. His moans and stifled pleas and screams merged with the cries on the slaves on the screen and he only dimly heard Clarisse say, "Corporal. Level two." as She watched Her monitor with a wicked smile.
Sometime later Clarisse said, "Corporal. Terminate." and the paddling stopped, leaving him to moan and sob, tears streaming down his face. His ass felt raw, red, and hot, burning with heat and sore beyond belief. He collapsed weakly against the device, gasping for air and trembling in pain. She got up and reached for something attached to one of the devices, and Lorcan could see it was a thin cane connected at the bottom end with some type of cable. Instantly the paddles retracted into the "gadget box" only to be replaced with exact versions of the cane She was holding. Lorcan's eyes opened wide as he looked back to see such a cane behind him as well. Wildly shaking his head no, he began to plead and beg around the gag, but all that came out were unintelligible noises. Clarisse stepped away from the device still holding the cane and swung it experimentally against a padded pole designed for practice swings. They all flinched, but no blow fell.
"I'm sure you'll all love this - when I give the command your canes will match my swings - in speed, power, and pain. When I swing I'll be hitting six asses at once. Are you all ready, slaves? Mimic." Clarisse stepped in, positioning Her arm as She gave the first strike, a slow hit that landed against the pole with a dull thwack - but the cane that hit Lorcan's sore ass lit up a line of liquid fire from left to right and he found himself screaming with pain, pleading madly, but Clarisse swung again, harder this time, and her cane made a crack! against the padding. The second hit left Lorcan screaming for long seconds as he writhed in his restraints, biting deeply into the gag. No time between hits then, as the cane struck three more times, laying long welts across his buttocks and drowning out everything with the sounds of six slaves screaming in pain.
When he could open his eyes again Clarisse was seated once again. She looked around at the five in front of Her and then at him through the camera. "Anal training. Level one." Again the "gadget box" extended something that on his monitor looked like a large disc on a pole, with six dildoes mounted equilaterally around the pole, each one a different size going from small to quite large. "Lubricate and position." As Lorcan watched each dildo seemed to glisten as fluid oozed out of tiny "pores" all over their surfaces. Suddenly he felt his legs being spread out wide and his hips being lifted as the bench reconfigured itself for the first time, moving smoothly to bend him over even further and align him in front of the smallest dildo which had rotated downwards. Moaning in denial he looked up at the screen only to see Clarisse's face near the screen as She watched. She was moaning a little, and Her hands were nowhere in sight - Lorcan realized from long familiarity that Clarisse was masturbating, turned on by watching him about to get reamed out and fucked by Her machine.
He then saw over Her shoulder the dildoes extending towards the slaves asses, and as he felt it touch him Clarisse gasped in pleasure. Slowly the pressure increased, and the tip slid inside him, inch by inch until it was seated all the way in. He only had a few seconds to get used to the feeling of being opened before it slowly slid back out, almost all the way before moving forward again. Slowly if fucked him as She watched, pleasuring Herself. Slowly the lubrication and the fucking loosened his ass, and ten minutes later he was beginning to moan in pleasure. Clarisse heard him and gasped, "Yes ...feel it fucking you, slave. Feel it opening you. You want it, don't you, slave? Tell your Mistress you want Her cock inside you, filling you, fucking you. Tell me you want to be my bitch."
Lorcan reddened in shame and humiliation as She laughed. "Is your ass looser now slave? It had better be. Level two." The dildo inside him slid out now, all the way, leaving his ass feeling open and vulnerable, but quickly the disc rotated to bring the second size in line which immediately moved forward to enter him before his ass could clench tight again. Lorcan gasped again, as loudly as he had done when the first one impaled him. Slowly it began fucking him, opening him further as it made its way in and out. He was held tightly, helplessly, unable to stop it, unable to get away.
When the machine invaded him with number three he was moaning in pain from the stretching and after it loosened him up as far as he could go Clarisse commanded his machine to stop. She had already stopped one of the others, but their dildos were taken out only to be replaced with number twos which slowly continued fucking them. One by one the others also found their limits, one male reached four. Once all were being fucked by the next size down, Clarisse smiled and ordered "Nipples. Level one." The benches tightened over their nipples , squeezing them and holding them for more extensions which applied clover-style clamps to each nipple. "Anal plug. Ponytail." Suddenly the dildoes pulled out, leaving them all gasping until they were once again invaded by flared buttplugs. Lorcan cried out in pain as the plug forced its way inexorably inside him - the flared end was larger than the number three dildo, but it suddenly slid all the way in and his ass clenched tight around the narrow base. His thighs were being tickled and he realized the plug was a ponytail. Straps went around his hips then, pulling tight as the devices extension arms worked it into a perfect fit, and then locking the plug to the beltstraps.
"Like your new belts, slaves? Eventually they'll be fitted with chastity devices. From now on your orgasms are mine to control - you will be unable to have sex or even masturbate without permission. I have the keys - a slave is never permitted to have access to the keys. Only a Master or Mistress may hold the keys - never a slave. If allowed orgasm you will be tightly restrained, used for your owner's pleasure, and then placed back in chastity before being unrestrained."
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