This is a continuation of my Lesbian Cum Slave series. It will make much more sense if you read it in order. This story contains non-consensual elements. I do not advocate or endorse anything but safe sex between consenting adults. Feedback is appreciated. Enjoy!
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A New Challenge
Audra had acclimated nicely into the general population of slaves. She had learned the rules easily and enjoyed the fact that she was not receiving so much daily "attention." While she still spent roughly 6 to 8 hours a day participating in the various, degrading, lesbian "activities" that she was assigned. She truly appreciated the fact that she was afforded a little bit of free time, with which she could converse with the approximately 20 other girls in this particular block. She also really appreciated being able to be clothed. While the standard-issue white, satin camisole was too tight and too short, and the tight, white, satin panties left nothing to the imagination, they were, at least, something.
The housing was very similar to that of a minimum security prison. There was a large common room, a common shower, and a control center that was behind glass in one corner by the only door, which was always staffed by a senior girl. The control room had various switches and buttons, all designed to electronically operate locks and interface with the implants in each girl's neck. With the press of a button, the operator could instantly subdue a single troublemaker, or the entire group.
The appointments were adequate, but not comfortable. There were clinical looking tables and chairs grouped in areas, and there was a television in one corner of the block. There were also books and magazines available. As she expected, though, all of the media she could access, while not necessarily pornography, had a lesbian twist. Cameras were littered about the entire area, and touching them warranted severe punishment.
A dozen modest cells lined the common area. Each cell had a moderately soft, full-size bed, along with a toilet, a sink and a small desk. The doors were large and made of thick Plexiglas. There were also cameras everywhere, covering every corner and at every possible angle. Audra did her best to ignore them. The doors were locked for 7 hours each night. A speaker in the corner played soft white noise at night. Audra found it blocked out the mundane sounds of the nearby rooms and helped her sleep. She was one of only two slaves that did not share her bed with another girl. She had a strong feeling that she would not remain solo for long, but for the four days she had been here, she relished the relative privacy.
Audra spent her days engaging in many of the activities she had been trained for; sometimes performing for Mistress, sometimes performing for a senior girl, sometimes by herself, sometimes with a random girl from her own block or a different block. Audra wondered how big this place was and how many poor girls shared her fate. From the limited conversation she had, she learned that someone was ALWAYS watching and listening. The girls were very careful to avoid talking about Mistress, any of the senior girls, any of the specific torments they had endured, or any of the lewd acts they had been forced to perform. Everything was kept very general. Audra knew the seriousness of the rule on her first day, when she watched a girl removed from the block because she whispered she hated this place. No one had seen her since. Audra could only imagine the horrors visited on her.
At the end of her fifth day, Audra was called into Mistress' office. She dutifully entered and assumed her position in front of Mistress' desk. She silently interlaced her fingers behind her head, spaced her feet at shoulder width apart and prominently displayed her breasts and bottom, all while keeping her eyes fixed straight forward. After about ten seconds of being ignored, Audra began to worry.
The seconds felt like hours as Audra pondered what awful things she would endure. The insanity that had become her life truly sank in during moments like this. Here she stood, availing herself as a sexual plaything for this twisted woman and her minions. In a matter of months, she had gone from a reserved, independent woman to a slave. She had performed acts that were far more repulsive and depraved than her limited, very heterosexual imagination could ever conceive. She had been trained to subject herself to disgusting, humiliating, often uncomfortable and sometimes painful exercises, all for the gratification of this odious woman. She felt a shame so deep that she was sure that Mistress could feel it radiate off of her. A tear escaped her left eye and trickled down her cheek. This woman had not even acknowledged her presence, much less spoken to or touched her, yet she was completely torturing her. Audra centered herself mentally and focused. Best not to dwell on that which one cannot change.
The silence was broken as the door again opened and closed behind her. Soft footsteps grew louder as a short figure stepped into the corner of Audra's vision. In her peripheral, she saw the figure assume the same position and begin to wait, silently. Audra dared not look to determine the identity of her neighbor. Such may be seen as an affront and be subsequently punished. The seconds continued to tick by.
After about a minute, Mistress broke the silence again.
"You both may relax."
The two girls assumed a more natural, relaxed position and both breathed a tentative sigh of relief. Audra glanced over and immediately identified the girl next to her as her 'sometimes-partner' Teagan. Teagan also shot a look. Their eyes met and an instant feeling of familiarity granted both a little comfort.
"Audra, Teagan, you know each other."
"Yes, ma'am." The girls responded in unison.
"It seems only natural, to me, that since you both know each other, and you both share very similar physical response, that the two of you should room together."
"Yes, ma'am." Again in unison.
"This will be the first time either of you have been paired with anyone. Let me explain the rules."
The girls listened intently.
"First, as always, there will be no touching yourselves. You will not engage in any self-pleasure of any kind in your room unless you are commanded to do so. Do you understand?"
"Second, for the next month, each of you will spend no less than one full hour after lockdown in full post-orgasm stimulation torment, and you will each have no more than 3 orgasms."
The girls looked puzzled.
"Let me spell it out for you. You two will be responsible for getting each other off, then tickling each other's little buttons every night. The sensors implanted in your necks will tell me exactly when and how hard you came, and they will tell me exactly how much and how long you endured afterwards. The limit of 3 orgasms will ensure that you spend an average of 20 minutes per orgasm trying not to wiggle as everything in you wants the attention to stop. You will be given some lubricant and a vibrator to share, but you are forbidden from penetration. The data will be collected and reported directly to me."
The girls remained silent.
"If either of you falls one second short of an hour, you both will be punished severely the next morning. Do you both understand?"
"Yes, ma'am." They both replied.
"Audra?" Mistress queried.
"Yes, ma'am?" She replied.
"How long has it been since you have had something inside that filthy pussy of yours?"
"Ma'am?" Audra was caught off guard.
"It's a simple question, are you an idiot?" Mistress' patience waned.
"A M-month or so, ma'am." Audra replied.
"How long for you, Teagan?" Mistress' attention shifted.
"About the same, ma'am, a month or so." Teagan replied in her prominent Irish accent.
"Do you girls realize that all of the orgasms and exercises that you enjoy here on a daily basis have the effect of constant training of your Kegel muscles?"
The girl's stared blankly.
"I bet your neglected little holes are as tight as vices. I bet you a finger would feel like a beer can. Don't you?"
"Yes, ma'am." They said, afraid of remaining silent.
"Well, if you disappoint me with this exercise, you'll spend the next day with your fists inside each other. Is that clear?"
"Yes, ma'am." They both shuddered.
"You are dismissed."
With that, the girls exited the office and were escorted to their block. They had a couple of hours to themselves that were spent eating and bathing and socializing lightly with their fellow captives. The girls avoided each other during their free time. The knowledge that they would be spending some very intimate and very unwanted time together in the immediate future made them feel awkward toward one another. As 11 o'clock approached, the two of them headed toward their cell.
Teagan closed the large Plexiglas door. At the stroke of 11, an electronic clicking confirmed that they were confined to the room until 6AM the next morning. Both girls noticed a powerful looking vibrator and a large, plain squeeze bottle of some viscous fluid on the small desk. They looked at each other, both searching for a fitting thing to say, neither of them finding one.
Teagan broke the silence.
"Audra, I don't like this anymore than you, Mistress is..."
