Room Ch 04

**This is Room 4. You may wish to read Room 1, 2 and 3 to follow Jay's experience in the Institution. I welcome feedback and ideas, so feel free to send through.**

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David and Jay entered the elevator that connected the apartment back to the main foyer of the Institution. David brought with them the girl who moments before had been fucking herself with the top end of a whisky bottle -- she crawled behind them on hands and knees, led by David on a leash, trails of cum still visible down the inside of her legs.

As the elevator doors closed, the door to the foyer unlocked and Jay pushed it open, finding himself back in the central octagonal room.

He looked back through the perspex floor to the inverse dome below him and saw the fuck party was still going. He could hear a faint thwack that coincided with the forward thrust of the man delivering violent anal to the perfectly rounded buttocks of one of the women.

Mariella was still in the foyer with her girls, but now her pet Maia was resting on her knees, with her head in Mariella's lap, apparently asleep.

"David my love, what has happened," Mariella asked her husband, nodding towards the the woman following behind them, still crawling on all-fours.

"Couldn't keep her hands off herself -- I think she needs to go back a few levels," David responded, kissing his wife on the forehead. In a remote part of Jay's mind, he registered that this was the first kiss he had witnessed at any of his visits to the Institution.

"And Clio?" she asked.

Jay presumed Mariella was referring to the other woman who had been kept caged and penetrated in David's apartment, and who Jay last saw on her knees with her chest pressed into the floor in a bow to wait for David's return.

"Fewer issues," David replied.

Mariella stood up, taking the leash from David and waking Maia who grumbled and repositioned herself cat-like on the floor. The leashed girl immediately cried out, wrapping both arms around Mariella's legs and begging not to "go back".

Mariella spoke a few words into her smartwatch and moments later the huge, hulking man wearing an executioner's mask -- the same man Jay had seen penetrating two women with a double-ended dildo just a few hours - earlier came through the door marked "Room 1." He picked the leashed girl off the floor, threw hew over his shoulder, and walked off with her. Mariella and Maia followed after him.

The door to Room 1 remained open and another woman walked through it. The collar around her neck was connected to a spreader bar, to which her wrists were bound. The overall effect was a little like crucifixion, the girl's arms were stretched out to either side. She wore sheer panties pulled tight showing off her slit, and her big, heavy tits that sat straight out from her chest swayed as she walked. They were attached to weighted nipple clamps.

David eyed the newcomer, who Jay presumed was a replacement for the girl who had just been hauled off.

"Make them bounce," David instructed. Immediately the girl started to jolt her body and her huge tits flew up-and-down, the weights creating extra excruciating movement. Each time they went up, they almost touched her chin. She cried out each time they went downwards. David smiled.

David turned to Jay: "You go -- just through the door marked 4. I think I'll stay here for a while." The last thing Jay saw before he went through the door was David's hand forced down the front of the girl's panties.

Room Four was bare and not large -- an industrial 3m by 3m box. As the door closed behind him, Jay he had the sensation of movement and realised that it was in fact an elevator and he was travelling downwards -- fast.

Minutes passed and when the elevator stopped, Jay hauled open the door which operated a little like an old industrial lift.

His eyes adjusted to the dim light and Jay found himself looking at what could only be described as a throne room.

A horrendously fat, almost-naked man sat in a chair on a raised platform and a tiny, child-like girl straddled him in reverse, facing towards Jay and bouncing up and down on the man's huge erect cock. Jay could see a gold chain from her collar travelling down her front and under one leg -- he presumed she was chained to the throne. Even in the dim light Jay could see his sagging, enormous balls beneath her.

Between the platform and where Jay stood just outside the elevator was a pit with sheer 3m high walls. In the pit were two glorious, Amazonian women, in the throes of a violent fight -- Jay recognised the style of Japanese Kobudo and the women were armed with Sai weapons.

Jay walked around the edge of the pit, towards the throne, wondering what the actual fuck he had just walked into.

As he approached the throne he heard a grunt and the man pushed the girl off his cock and she went flying to the floor.

The man regarded Jay. "Welcome to the domain of the non-compliant," he said.

Jay had heard about this -- a place they sent women who had been through the full slave induction and training doled out at the Institution, but had never been tamed enough to be sold.

Jay regarded the fierce fight below. One woman was tall, with black braided hair and visibly imposing. She dodged a blow from her opponent by running a good 2m up the wall of the pit and flipping over to land back again on her feet.

"What do you do with them?" Jay asked. It occurred to him that those who were non-compliant posed a business risk -- a sunk cost -- and surely keeping them imprisoned indefinitely was not an option.

"We train them, usually for years. Some of our clients -- a very select few, but they do exist -- would prefer the challenge of owning a weapon they can dominate, rather than a compliant slave," the man answered.

"The more dangerous the weapon, the more skilled one must be to handle them. Some of our clients fuck them, get them pregnant and watch as their bodies betray their determination. It's the ultimate defeat."

"Two types of women don't break: The ones that were crazy from birth, and the ones with staggering smarts and willpower. Those are the ones you want to watch out for."

Jay heard a yell and looked back into the pit. The woman with the black braids was now on her back on the floor of the pit, her opponent standing over her with the Sai at her throat.

"Stop" the man called out. The victor backed away, and stood still. Jay was able to take her in.

Like all slaves he had seen, she wore the tell-tale institution collar that meant certain death if she ever escaped, and pain when she needed to be controlled. But that is where the similarity ended. Slighter and shorter than her dark-haired opponent, the woman had an unruly mane of auburn hair, tanned skin and a lean, muscular physique. The impact of the Institution hormone training was obvious -- her breasts were large, high on her chest and sat out from her body almost threatening to bust out of the leather bra, but Jay had seen when she moved, she was fast and accurate.

She stood straight and looked Jay in the eye, her defined jaw clenched.

The young girl on the throne platform had crawled back onto the lap of her master and was playing with his cock in her hands, ignoring the spectacle below.

For his part, the man reached into a void in the arm of the throne, pulled out an electronic tablet and handed it to Jay before putting his hand back between the legs of his pet and stroking her clit with his thumb.

Jay looked at the screen and He realised he was looking at the history of the auburn-haired victor, identified as "Asteria." The tablet contained a list of contents of all the training she had been subject to, a biography, list of people she had been fucked by and competencies. The files contained written reports, audio and video files.

Asteria had been kidnapped for training as a teenager in 2002 -- at the direction of an unnamed buyer. The the sale never transpired as she was labelled "non-compliant." She had been at the institution for more than 15 years.

Jay saw she was listed as competent in various forms of martial arts, weapons, languages, money laundering, chemistry... it went on.

He selected "Room 1" training and a video started to play.

Asteria was strapped to a St Andrew's cross, both at the ankles and wrists and also at knees and elbows preventing further movement. The Executioner -- the same man Jay had seen earlier -- entered the shot and forced Asteria's mouth open and fixing a dental gag in her mouth. He then took a length of rope and wound it around above, below and between her tits, which gradually grew more red and sat out even further from her chest as the roped tightened. Every now and then, he would put his fingers in Asteria's forcibly-open mouth and stick his tongue in it, running his tongue on the inside of her teeth. Once her tits were taught, he fixed clamps to them which pulled the nipples longer and longer as he tightened them. From his tool belt, be pulled out a thick black dildo and forced it into Asteria's mouth, covering it in spit. He then shoved it up into her cunt. Watching this, what surprised Jay was he swore he could see cum already on Asteria's glistening cunt.

Jay closed the tabled and turned his attention back to the scene in front of him. He noticed the floor of the pit had begun to rise and the two women circled each other warily until the floor was back level with the ground Jay was on.

Without warning, the tall woman took out her Sai and belted across the room towards the throne -- but she was not fast enough. Using a screen connected to the arm of the throne, the man activated her collar and she collapsed, clawing at the collar in pain. Two women Jay had not noticed came towards her writhing body, and as the pain subsided they bound her hands behind her back, brought her to her feet and walked her out of the room.

The victor remained unmoving, staring unashamedly at Jay.

"You can approach but perhaps use this -- she can be... picky with who she fucks. Some don't survive," the man said, holding out a small device with a button on it. He realised it would activate Asteria's collar, rendering her immobile.

Jay put it in his back pocket and evenly towards the auburn-haired victor. As he came within arms' reach, she lashed out, but Jay was prepared - he quickly parried aside and forward so they were face-to-face, mere inches apart. In a single smooth movement he wrapped his left arm around the small of her back, brought his right hand to the side of her face, and kissed her deeply. It was only a second before he felt her body melt in to his, her hips tilted forward and he felt her hand pull his groin towards her by the belt-hoops of his jeans.

They remained for a moment then Jay pulled away and looked her in the eyes. He was surprised to see one was blue, and the other was green.

He said nothing, just backed away, turned and walked back towards the elevator.

As he turned around to face outward, he saw Asteria was still watching him, her face expressionless.

He grinned, and closed the doors.

He also really needed to fuck something. Or someone. Bring on Room 5.