And so the days and nights passed for Nadia. Nadia submitted willingly and obediently to the Mistresses of Imperium. Nadia, like all of the other slaves, was naked at all times. She at first anticipated that the act of being nude would be humiliating, but she soon found it empowering, especially whenever she was the object of a male servant's gaze. She was permanently branded with the number 111, made to wear a black leather collar, and claimed as a slave of Imperium.
Nadia continued working at the razorblade workshop. That was the life of an outsider who had emigrated to Imperium. She worked her days and weeks and months away and still didn't break even, still eating the slop in the mess hall, drinking cheap wine, and sleeping alone. The nights were like static when she came home to the slave quarters. The winds outside would spit and murmur and sigh. She would drift off to sleep, staring at the walls, only half there. Then she would do it all over again the next day; the dissonant beats of the slaves' tools clanking and pounding throughout the entire workshop, the rattling of the razorblade cases being dumped into the shipping barrels as she filled case after case after case. She was lost in the sluggish, monotonous complacency of it all, taking venom with a smile and her head down; just tune out and drift. And all she got was overtime and under time and down time and no time at all.
On most days, Slave 004 was assigned the task of transporting the shipping barrels which Nadia filled. Once Nadia finished filling the barrel with the razorblades that she had placed in the cases, Slave 004 then carried the heavy shipping barrel over to the weight station. Occasionally, Nadia would purposely fill the barrel with a few too many extra razorblades' cases, not too many as though to arouse his suspicion, but just enough to make certain the barrel would end up weighing more than the acceptable one hundred pounds. She wanted to have control over whether or not he would be inflicted with pain, even if she wasn't the one who would actually be inflicting it. She just loved having the control over him and his suffering. As she watched him carry the barrel, knowing the fate that awaited him, knowing that he would be beaten for the barrel's weight going over, her pussy ached with wetness. And even though she knew that they would never be together, as they both were slaves, she enjoyed toying with him nonetheless.
General Callisto frequently oversaw the slaves in the razorblade workshop. The slaves there knew better than to maintain eye contact with the General; all of them with the exception of Nadia. Nadia caught herself staring at the General quite often, and on one occasion, Callisto caught Nadia doing so as well.
"Back to work, slave," Callisto commanded, and Nadia quickly focused on her work, not quite able to suppress the growing smirk on her face.
Later that day, Nadia confronted Callisto. Callisto was appalled by, and somewhat inquisitive about this new slave's boldness.
"What is it that you want, slave?" Callisto asked.
"I would like to know, what is it like, the life of a Mistress?" Nadia inquired.
"Do not be so presumptuous, slave," Callisto said as she furrowed her brow.
"My apologies, Mistress. I only ask because I wish to be a Mistress myself someday," Nadia said.
"An outsider cannot be a Mistress of Imperium," Callisto responded, scoffing at Nadia's notion.
"I only wish to learn, that is all. I seek a mentor, a Mistress who will train me to be a Dominatrix," Nadia said before Callisto abruptly interrupted.
"Outsiders cannot be Mistresses, period. You best forget that idea," Callisto said.
"I shall leave this city, then," Nadia responded.
"You have submitted as a slave of Imperium. You may not just come and go as you please. We have given you a home here, you ungrateful little brat. You are not permitted to leave. You're ours, now," Callisto said.
"Then I shall escape from here," Nadia said, her hazel eyes filled with defiance.
"And how do you plan on escaping the city?" Callisto asked, scoffing at Nadia once again. "The gates are impenetrable and are guarded day and night; the walls are high and impossible to climb. And if you were to escape, where are you going to go? What are you going to do, stroll right into another city completely naked?" Callisto asked, then gestured Nadia away with her hand. "Now, off with you."
Nadia continued to stare at Callisto day after day as she worked at the outdoor workshop. Callisto supervised the slaves with a strict hand, whipping them for even the slightest infraction. Nadia admired Callisto as she walked along the line of slaves with her riding crop in hand; a cruel, authoritative Dominatrix.
Several days after Nadia first spoke to Callisto, Callisto was making her rounds at the razorblade workshop. Callisto wore her usual attire of her black leather overbust corset, tight fitting brown equestrian pants, and knee high black leather boots. Nadia sat naked in her chair at the workers' line, attempting to concentrate on her work, distracted by Callisto's aura. Nadia finally leapt up from her chair. She rushed towards Callisto with fire and determination swelling up in her hazel eyes. Before Callisto could speak, Nadia forced her naked body and her lips against Callisto's and kissed her right there in front of everyone. Nadia could restrain her impulses no more. She had become so enamored with Callisto, so drawn to her, so obsessed with her dominant aura, she desired to be hers.
Callisto abruptly dragged Nadia away by her hair. All of the slaves thought that Nadia was in for a terrible punishment. Nadia did as well. But once Callisto dragged her into the general's office, punishment did not await her there. Rather, Callisto pulled Nadia by the hair, forcing her head back, and she kissed her with passion and rage and power. Callisto threw Nadia on top of the desk, and Nadia fell onto it like a dainty, helpless ragdoll. Callisto jumped on top of the desk, pinning Nadia down, and kissed Nadia once again, this time much deeper, her tongue penetrating Nadia's open mouth.
Callisto seized Nadia's pussy and then penetrated Nadia with her first two fingers and she began fingering Nadia's swollen, wet pussy. Callisto delighted in how wet Nadia was, her entrance slick, her thighs damp with her own juices. Callisto's fingers picked up speed as she thrust them in and out of Nadia. As Callisto's excitement escalated, she then used three of her fingers to penetrate Nadia. Nadia squeaked and moaned and thrashed her head all around, her wild golden brown hair swaying against the desk. Callisto had an overwhelming desire to take Nadia further, to take her deeper.
"I'm going to fill you up, you naughty girl," Callisto said, maneuvering her hand in a different angle.
Nadia braced herself, sprawled out on the desk, her smooth, wet legs spread wide open. Callisto rubbed all of her fingers against Nadia's excited, sensitive pussy lips. Callisto kept all of her fingers straight and held them as close together as possible in a tapered shape. She pushed the tips of all of her fingers into Nadia's soaking wet pussy. She inserted her fingers slowly, inch by inch, as Nadia moaned in pain and ecstasy, until her entire hand, well past the knuckles, was actually inside Nadia.
Nadia's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she enjoyed the stretching feeling. She felt intense pressure everywhere inside her, in every endorphin, in every nerve ending. She loved that feeling of being opened up wide, that feeling of being stretched, that feeling of fullness. After some time, Callisto slowly twisted her hand back and forth ever so slightly in each direction, driving Nadia wild. Callisto as well began to shake with excitement.
"Oh fuck, I love how much I can fit in there," Callisto said, her voice shaky with aggressive excitement.
Callisto began moving her hand in even deeper, then drawing it back, repeating the forwards and backwards motion, leaving her hand inside Nadia as she did so. She fisted Nadia slowly, with subtle, gentle thrusts of her hand. She was overfilled with lust as this new slave took in so much of her, as she took in so much for her.
Nadia wanted to take it all. As Nadia was fisted, she felt that good kind of hurt. She found pleasure in the pain. Sonorous, quavering moans flowed from her full lips. The sensations of pain and pleasure were full and complete. She felt intense, distinctive pressure on her G-spot. Her most sensitive G-spot ached and pulsed against Callisto's fingers and her palm. Nadia's body tensed then shook as her impending orgasm built and built and then all of those feelings of euphoria surged through her trembling body. The intense pressure and pleasure caused Nadia's pussy to squirt. Callisto felt the influx of Nadia's warm fluids against her hand as they uncontrollably gushed and flowed and squirted out of her. Nadia's face and her body flushed as she shrieked like a wild, uninhibited beast, and then she collapsed onto the desk.
Nadia gathered her senses and slid off of the desk and onto her feet. She stood, sweaty and moaning and wild, as she leered at Callisto.
