Lisa was taken from her home with promise of work for money that would save her family. She was instead taken prisoner and then forced to learn the ways to serve as a slave. The training was slowly breaking down her will to resist.
Author's notes - Another training of Lisa chapter. My plans so far will probably put her at auction in the next chapter, even if she isn't completely broken...
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1.
The stone floor that acted as Lisa's bed was cold, hard and as uncomfortable as you would expect. She had shifted positions several times through the night. However the collar on her neck, which was tightly chained to the floor, gave her little room to move. She couldn't sit up straight let alone stand, so the floor was regrettably her only option. She had cried herself to sleep, thinking about how she was being slowly pushed further and further from the hope of release or even a normal life. She was forbidden from speaking of freedom, or life outside of being a slave. It had only been a couple of days and she was starting to feel ashamed even thinking of her family or village. If they could see her now... the very thought humiliated her. Her Mistress was tormenting her with feelings she'd never imagined and she felt the strain on her body and her mind; even the fact that she now thought of her as 'Mistress' was horrifying enough. She couldn't do this. She had to find a way out...
Sleep had been welcomed by her body; however her mind rebelled against it. Working overtime to try and think of something, anything she could do to escape. So she hadn't been particularly fast asleep when the door opened. She had the vague sense that it had only been a few hours since she was chained here and that the night couldn't possibly be over yet. She looked up to see her Mistress standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the light from behind. "I hope you got plenty of sleep my dear." She said in a cruel tone that said she knew she hadn't. "A slave is nothing more than a tool. One you expect to be ready whenever you desire it. If you are told to sleep you do so and you sleep well. From now on you'll be getting five hours chance to sleep a day and you better make the most of it. Be good and I
may
reward you with more."
Lisa blinked, taking in what she was saying into her sleep deprived mind. She frowned as a few quick mental sums gave her the realisation that it meant that there were going to be nineteen hours of new torments starting now. She wisely chose to keep her mouth shut. Her Mistress stepped into the room, pulling a leash attached to Sophie, the only other slave she had seen so far and only person whose name she knew in this God forsaken place. "Lisa, do you remember the second rule I gave you?"
She swallowed and furrowed her brow. She had been too frightened to remember to pay attention and so she had no choice but to shake her head and look sorry, "N-no Mistress." She got a disapproving look.
"The second lesson is that you do as you are told without question, hesitation or complaint. There is another part to it that I did not teach you and will have to strive to do so. Incompetence is not an excuse. Remember what you are told, do not tell me you can't do something, or expect mercy if you forget what you are told next time." Lisa swallowed. "Now, Sophie here is to keep you company whilst I sleep. I don't want you falling asleep again and her obedient behaviour will be a good example for you. Think of her as your competition, strive to please me better than she does and I'll reward you."
Lisa wasn't too sure what was coming next. But as two guards slipped into the room behind the two other women, carrying bundles of ropes and other objects she was sure it wasn't going to be to her liking... not that she had thought for a moment that it would be. "First things first. Lisa, you need to return the favour to Sophie for yesterday." Her tone suddenly changed as she addressed the other girl, in a terse, clipped ordering fashion, "Sophie. Lay on your back, legs apart." To Lisa's surprise the girl responded almost immediately as the woman spoke. "Good. Now..." She spoke in her more honeyed tone to Lisa, "Lisa, you are going to show her what I taught you and make her cum with that pretty little tongue of yours."
"But Mistr-"
"Ah! No complaints, no questions, no hesitation." She stepped forward and undid the lock that held the leash to the floor, pulling Lisa over to where the other girl laid, legs spread in an unabashed fashion. Lisa pushed aside any questions or fears regarding how long it would be before she did as she was told so willingly. She let out a small grunt of frustration as she felt the sole of the shoe on the back of her head pushing her down between the other girl's legs. It pressed until her lips were against her labia and then pressed further until her face was well and truly buried in the other girl's intimate folds, her mouth wrapped around her sex in the most lustful fashion. She blushed and grunted slightly, her mouth too full to make even a sound of protest, the foot lifted to Lisa's relief.
Doing as she was told she licked between her pink lips as she had been instructed. Her tongue flicked over the girls small bud, gaining a moan from the girl that put colour to Lisa's face. She hadn't even imagined someone doing this to her before yesterday and now here she was pleasuring the second woman in as many days. The taste wasn't unpleasant and it wasn't painful or taxing on her body, so she had to admit it wasn't the most unlikeable act, relatively speaking, there were worse things... as she would very quickly discover.
The first sign she got that something was happening was when the two guards knelt down beside her and took hold of her limbs, gripping tightly. It interrupted the work of her tongue as she called out angrily. She received a heavy and sharp slap to her rear that was pointing upwards slightly in the position she was being held, "Don't stop licking." The voice of her Mistress commanded. Lisa winced at the slap and did as she was told, though the grip of the other women didn't slacken. She started to feel increasingly nervous.
When she felt the solid tip of something wet slip into her still slightly sore rear entrance she almost choked on her tongue. Spluttering she groaned with mixed pleasure and pain. She had started to feel the potential for enjoyment, but the situation and untested nature of the act kept her away from truly enjoying it regardless of how it felt. "Wa-wait please-"
"No. No pleading, no bargaining or I will go faster. Trust me when I say that a man most certainly would." Lisa gasped as the smooth object slipped further in and she felt the unmistakable feeling of her Mistresses hips against her behind. She was wearing the object, the same place she'd imagine a man's organ would be. "Keep licking her pussy slave!" She felt a small thrust against her rear as the last inch was forced in, garnering a small cry from her lips. She quickly pressed them to Sophie's pussy again with a whimper and half-heartedly resumed. She let out a moan as the large object started to slide back out, only for it to be re-entered. She blushed, her eyes widening as she realised her Mistress was simulating having sex with her. "I will stop when Sophie cums."
Lisa gasped with each slow thrust back inside her. She had heard talk about wedding nights and what to expect, but only snippets. This would be what a man would do to her. Only he'd enter her puss- her womanhood. That this woman was doing this to her now, in this way, was almost too much embarrassment to bear. Could she ever hope for a husband and hope to have sex with him without remembering this? Her tongue worked quickly on Sophie's clit, deftly stimulating with more enthusiasm than she had shown it before. She moans into her work as the thrusting becomes slightly faster, slightly harder, each inward push ending with the sound of hips slapping against the cushioning of her soft buttocks. She would be embarrassed at the sound if she had the time to think about it, it was all she could do to keep herself relaxed to let it enter less painfully whilst continuing to lick. She almost cried out in joy as she heard Sophie's own cries of ecstasy.
She felt the hand of her Mistress stroking through her hair, gripping hold roughly as she gave one last, deep and fast thrust that Lisa wasn't quite expecting, causing her to call out in a wordless groan. Only then did she slip the phallic object from her abused hole and Lisa gave a small soft moan of relief. The two guards release her and she fell limply to the floor, breathing heavily. As she lay, trying to get her breath back and whimpering softly, she hardly registered the fact that she was being manhandled by the two women. They bent her legs as they tied her ankles to her thighs, her arms behind her back and then forced her to kneel back up, tying her wrists to the ring on the floor that had held her leash.
It wasn't until the intimidating black, replica of a male's penis came into view that she really took in what was happening. The thing startling her into lucidity as she realised she'd never seen one before. The closest encounter she'd had was when the vile mercenary had nearly raped her. The thing was intimidatingly big. She couldn't have taken that inside her could she? Her eyes glanced around frantically. She saw her Mistress standing over Sophie, she still wore the thing that went around her hips and waist and held the phallic object, that Lisa realised was appreciably smaller than what was in front of her now. Before she could get afraid about what it was for the guards began tying it, pointing up, on Lisa's thigh. She went to ask what was happening, but hesitated, knowing it would only incur more punishment. She bit her bottom lip instead and kept quiet whilst her stomach flipped in fear and dread.
