The Foundation
22
Hard Work
The guards had dressed Ramon in a simple grey outfit for his trip to The Foundation, but Tanya and Wendy dispensed with his clothing, tossing the rags to the ground to leave him naked before everyone gathered in the prison yard.
"You won't be needing clothes at The Foundation," Wendy told him, stroking his member to emphasis her point.
She knew that the guards were staring at her costume of tight dark blue leggings and black boots, but she was happy to parade herself after watching countless men lust after the depraved and perverted whores she enjoyed tormenting in the prison's cells. The reaction of the audience at the Samantha Tannon show had alerted Wendy to her appeal and she was eager to exploit her attraction. So, she took her time securing the chains on the prisoner, drawing the straps between his legs to secure his neck.
The fifty mile journey lasted more than ninety minutes as Wendy left Tanya at the wheel to enjoy herself at the expense of the Ramrod. His erect member was a toy in her hot hands, growing larger and harder with each caress. She denied him the chance to expel his load, but there was still a great deal of pleasure available in the back of the prison van. Tanya parked by the roadside and joined her to insert a baton into his anus for no reason other than a desire to make the stud grunt in pain.
Eventually the trio arrived at The Foundation's new building, where Ramon was due to be one of the special 'entertainers' for the following weeks' opening ceremony. Wendy's teasing had left Ramon fully erect by the time he stepped out into the sunlight, so his cock attracted the attention of the guards and the secretaries as he was led into the main office to stand, legs apart, in front of the reception desk. Tanya removed his chains, but left him standing with his hands on his hips, smiling at the absurdity of the pose for a naked sex slave. He remained there for more than an hour, prey to the occasional stroke of his member and a touch of his backside, no more than a docile ornament to please the staff.
An hour later, Tanya returned from her lunch to continue the preparation of The Foundation's newest purchase, leading him into one of the many 'examination' cells in the newly built prison. The freshly painted white walls were adorned with bars and shackles, and a small trolley decorated with metal spikes, electrical prods and vibrators waited in a corner. One wall bore a mirror.
"Do you know why you are here, slave?"
"No, Mistress."
"You are here to serve The Foundation, to serve us, to serve me. Is that clear?" Tanya rolled her baton, the baton she had thrust into his anus only two hours before, along his buttocks. She set the baton down in favour of a cane and administered thirty lashes, making her victim count each stroke.
"Do you know why I just did that?"
"No, Mistress."
"No reason at all. I merely wished to inflict pain, to demonstrate that there is nothing you can do to protect yourself from me and The Foundation, nothing except to submit to our will and perform every demeaning and degrading task. Is that clear?
"Yes, Mistress."
"How do you avoid pain?"
"Following your every command, Mistress."
"Good slave. Now, I have a gift for you."
She reached into a bag to draw out a crimson bundle. She unfolded the cloth to reveal a thong.
"Mistress De Bois has instructed you to wear this for your appearances." She slipped him into the outfit, drawing the straps tight over his shoulders to gouge the lining between his buttocks. Tanya led Ramon to a mirror to enjoy the spectacle of his bright red thong. Tanya reached down to cradle the mound stretching against the cloth.
