by Raul Roget
The Construction Phase
Monday morning brought with it the thunder of big diesel
motors as trucks rolled into the yard at 7 a.m. Dozers and
backhoes headed for their assigned work. The three principal
stockholders shouldered the responsibility of getting their
particular project completed smoothly. Master Allen took the
bunk house. Major had several pads to add to the trailer park,
while Bill directed work on the addition to the office building,
which was on top of the new addition to the dungeon.
It had been decided that the contractor would put in the footings
and support walls for the dungeon and the inside walls and
equipment would be installed by the ranch workers afterward.
They would also break a hole through to the old dungeon and
install a door. Work on the barn would wait until most of the
other projects were complete.
There was no sign of the slaves. All ten had been sequestered in
two of the house trailers, one behind the corral and the other in
the trailer park.. All were gagged as a precaution, Beth was
outfitted in her chin-cup gag again and slut and marcy had to get
acquainted with penis gags, a shape that they cordially hated.
All of them wore handcuffs behind their backs, along with a
length of small chain locked to an ankle that allowed them to
reach the bathroom.
Master Allen had been busy on the phone. He had persuaded
one of the local doctors to do the testing necessary on the five
new girls. The appointment was for 7 p.m. well after the
workmen would be going home as well as being well after
regular office hours. Master sent Jeff into town to rent a nine-passenger van, big enough for the girls, plus a guard and driver.
Over lunch Major brought up the need to pierce all of the slaves
for both control and decoration. After some discussion it was
approved as a good use for the construction down time. A call
was made to a local tattoo artist who also did piercing. Jock
agreed to come to the ranch on Tuesday evening, bringing along
Sara as his assistant. He would be able to do four the first
evening and the other six as soon as the girls' test results came
Sara's first job was to demonstrate her bosses' expertise in
piercing. To do that she had to disrobe, a matter of removing a
single dress. Her nose had a grommet in the septum, big enough
to support a substantial nose ring. Her nipples had four holes
each, with mini-shackles in front and three bars behind, in the
body of the breast, two of them crossing and the third vertical.
A ring with a large stone adorned her belly button. Below, she
sported a solid row of 11 rings through her labia, with the 12th
spitting her clit and hood.
The rings and bars were of varying sizes and thickness, allowing
the men to chose what they wanted. Master Allen, Major and
Bill had examined Sara closely, and at Jock's invitation handled
the jewelry and pushed and tugged at the pieces. Sara visibly
preened at the attention and her nipples were standing at
attention in short order.
The first piercing session went like clockwork. Jock did the
piercing and Sara immediately inserted the correct rings or bars.
Each of the four slaves got a grommet for a nose ring, two
nipple rings with bars behind them, a belly button ring and two
on each lip, with a fifth through the base of her clit and its hood.
The five lesbians would have an additional piercing -- a stud
through their tongues.
As Jock thoughtfully explained to his captive audience, "We
don't need no pain killers for slaves." Since nobody had
bothered to remove their gags, the slaves suffered in silence.
The test results for the five new slaves came back negative on
Wednesday. The doctor started pumping Master Allen, trying to
get details. After a bit of fencing Allen gave the doctor an
outline of what they were planning to do. The doctor appeared
familiar with the concept of sex slaves and soon posed the
question of investing in the operation. Allen knew they would
need the regular services of a doctor, so he invited the man to
become a partner, explaining the working arrangement already
in place. The upshot was that the girl's exams were free and the
doctor's check for $150,000 was quickly delivered to the firm's
Much the same thing took place with the tattoo artist. Only the
amount was different, but his check for $10,000 went into the
kitty and one more partner was added. All of the slaves that
came through would need piercing. In the course of the
negotiations Jock admitted to a near-slave relationship with his
live-in lover, Sara. She in turn served as his assistant on a full
time basis, including nude demonstrations which brought in a
lot of extra business.
Jock and Sara came back on Friday evening and finished the
other eight slave girls. Master Major lined them up and
inspected the new jewelry. The piercing had been expertly done
and despite differences in body and breast shape, they matched
perfectly from one end of the line to the other.
After the workers left Bill moved the new trailer from behind
the corral to the trailer court. The new pads were almost done.
Another day's work and this crew could begin work on the barn.
The partners agreed to put Bill to work on the marketing end.
Major had commented, "Anybody that can come back out of the
blue with five new slaves should be in charge of receiving and
shipping." Bill used the living room in one of the trailers for an
office and started making phone calls to his contacts. At dinner
that evening he announced to the partners, "I've got a buyer for
"Already? You're kidding."
"Nope. No kid. A group of investors up in Nevada are building
a ranch out of Reno that will be exclusively for women. They
want all the lesbians they can get. They offered $200,000 for
each of the five we have, but I pointed out that ours will already
be clean and trained, so I got a firm offer of $250,000 each."
Major scratched his head, then shook it in half disbelief. "That
would put us in the black the first year. I knew there was money
in this, but not that much."
Bill nodded, then pointed out, "Too, that's a very specialized
market, but with an abundant supply. Hetro slaves will bring
more if they are fully trained, because there is more demand for
Allen changed the subject, "It hasn't come up yet, but where do
you guys stand on male slaves? There should be more than
enough rich widows around to make them readily marketable."
Bill nodded, but his response was rather negative. "I don't think
we should try and do both in one place. If we had completely
separate facilities and the women to run it, it would certainly be
worth looking into, but I'd want to wait and get this operation
fully self-sustaining first. As it happens, I came within an inch
of bringing Beth's boyfriend back, but I didn't know how you
would react to that."
Major and Allen both nodded. Major said, "Good thinking. We
are only beginning to learn what we're doing with female
slaves. Males are a whole different ball game. For the time
being, we need to steer clear of any male slaves."
Bill got in the last word, "There's always the fact that they
could be used to keep the lesbians in line."
After being cooped up in the trailer all week, the girls were
anxious to get some fresh air and sunshine. Marcy got into hot
water almost the moment she stepped onto the ground. Jeff was
inspecting the trailer court and marcy greeted him respectfully,
then started to walk past him.
"Slave marcy!" The tone was curt. She turned and knelt before
"Did you forget, or were you deliberately insulting a Master?"
Marcy gulped, "I forgot, Master. I beg punishment."
"Address my boots. Properly!"
Marcy dropped to her belly and began licking the foreman's
dusty boots. They were shiny with her saliva when he finally
said, "Enough! Kneel up."
He walked around her, already knowing what he planned for her
punishment, but deliberately delaying announcing it. Finally he
spoke. " For insulting a Master, you are restricted to the trailer
for this weekend, as on weekdays. Gag yourself and lock the
chain to your ankle. Make sure you are clean and your tongue is
limber and prepared for heavy usage. Someone will come for
you at the proper time this evening."
"Yes, Master. Thank you for punishing me. I will not forget
again to honor a Master's boots."
Master Jeff walked away, knowing she would not move a hair
until he was out of sight. The whole incident reminded him of
the first time Verna teased him by pretending to refuse to kiss
his boots. After putting her in a strict hogtie he had made her
start at the top of his head and lick him all the way to his feet.
Since she was unable to move, he carefully presented the flesh
he wanted licked. He had used his hand while she worked,
spewing as she finished his toes. He made her lick up his juices
but refused to let her swallow, instead releasing her and making
her crawl several times to the bathroom to deposit them in the
toilet. He added to her humiliation by offering to let her drink
from the bowl, but she demurred, well aware she would be
punished for dishonoring and refusing his seed.
Slave martha had to spend the day inside as well. Her book
work called, a mess that needed much of the day to clean up
after the fast moving events of the previous weeks. She looked
longingly at the sun, but orders took precedent.
As might be expected things were not going well for slut. It was
slowly beginning to dawn on her that she was being targeted by
the men -- and her fellow slaves -- with unwarranted criticism.
She had fallen prey to the same oversight that had trapped
Marcy and barely had time to complete a punishment before
another was heaped upon her.
She had started out with the heavy steel collar, only to have it
replaced with the equally heavy wood collar. Having to hold her
collar in one hand while she worked with the other was a pain,
but shortly she was assigned to a wheelbarrow on a make-work
She was forced to beg that her steel collar be hung from the
wood, so that she would have both hands to handle the
wheelbarrow. The collar was left open, one side banging her
chest with every step. Her job was to dig three holes, one in the
yard, one in a spot behind the barn and the third on the far side
of the trailer park. The dirt from one hole was hauled to the
next, and on in an endless circle of useless work. Bill never
went near her, but watched her intently on the security monitors,
a smile or a wide grin flitting across his face as he enjoyed her
struggles. Whatever love he had once had for his sister had
evaporated in a flash when he discovered she was a thief.
One of the guards -- formerly the night guards, now security
guards -- and got Marcy shortly after supper. She was led to the
dungeon, where the other eleven slaves and most of the men
were gathered, the men seated in rows of chairs, the slaves
kneeling in front of them.. Marcy spotted the large rolling table
in the center of the room and mentally confirmed her guess that
she would be participating in some mutual muff diving for the
titillation of the audience. It would turn out that she was only
A jerk on her leash startled her out of a daydream of carnal
pleasures. A row of boots awaited her ministrations. When she
reached the far end, she continued to crawl, circling in front of
the slave girl at the end of the line and kissing her way back to
the start. To her surprise, while she was kissing the slave feet,
the table was rolled away and replaced with a chair-like
apparatus which Marcy had never seen. She knelt, awaiting
orders. She found herself licking her lips in anticipation.
Slave martha was called. She knee walked to the chair, rising to
seat herself, with her legs over the arms, spread in wait for a
tongue. Another slave rushed forward to loop and tighten the
straps that made it a bondage chair.
Master Allen directed, "This is a contest of skills and will. Slave
marcy is to make slave martha orgasm in less than 10 minutes.
Slave martha is to resist and evade an orgasm. The loser gets to
work on the next slave." He didn't bother to tell slave marcy
that all nine slaves had been injected with a local anesthetic that
left them with no feeling at all in their pussies. For all practical
purposes their clits were dead meat.
Nearly two hours later, slave marcy knelt, helplessly reviewing
nine failures. She was randy enough to fuck a rope, but there
was no indication that she would get any relief. Her tongue was
sore, swollen and rasping her gums or the roof of her mouth
with the slightest movement. The worst had been slut, once her
Mistress, now just a nameless slave.
She had always been able to give slut multiple orgasms, but
tonight she might as well have licked on a block of wood. Self-doubt reared its ugly head. Had her once-superior technique
utterly failed her? Had her highly-reputed tongue lost its magic
touch? She herself showed every sign of arousal, from flinty
nipples down her flushed and speckled chest to the slime
seeping down her leg from her winking vagina. Not one of her
supposed victims showed the slightest hint to match.
The men knew better and smiled among themselves. The slaves
knew, but not one had the desire to disobey and tell slave marcy
what the real problem was. Even slut, who was as familiar with
that tongue as with her own, was mentally gagged by the threat
of a particularly vile set of lengthy and painful punishments
that were graphically described in a whispered message in her
ear just before marcy arrived.
Slut thought her brother was somewhere behind her, but when it
was her turn to mount the chair, she searched in vain for his
face. He had left and gone upstairs, to watch on the big monitor
as she was licked and sucked.
All of the sex tools and gadgets in the bunkhouse, including the
stock bed, were moved to the dungeon while the construction
went on. At the end of the evening's program, marcy, as the
loser, spent the night in a cell, sleeping on the concrete floor.
The stock bed was assigned to slut, who was first made to
demonstrate all of the features and the various positions she
could be restrained in. She suspected that it was for Bill's
benefit, but knowing that did her no good at all. She was put to
bed on her back, with all of the body restraints and the neck
restraint in place and her arms locked in a wide, welcoming
embrace for a lover who would never come again.