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Baker's Dozen

Part 3

BAKER'S DOZEN Part 3

When Kat came to, she found herself alone and in what appeared to be a jail cell. One cell in a row of identical jail cells, and across from her cell there seemed to be row of empty horse stalls with bales of hay and leather tackle hanging from on the sides of each stall. And like the stalls all of the other cells were empty.

She was free of her bonds for the first time since she had left her shower that terrible night. The collar with it's devilish little box was back in place around her neck, and she still had cuffs around her ankles and wrists, but for now she had freedom of movement, and for the moment she reveled in that freedom. Then her attention was painfully drawn to her aching nipples, navel and clitoris.

She examined the tender flesh that was now pierced with gold. The rings looked too big and felt too heavy, she knew she would never feel comfortable with them. When she examined the rings in her nipples she was horrified to find no opening, "am I going to be stuck with these gaudy things for the rest of my life?"

Kat sought to relieve the pain in her tender flesh, she tried rubbing her nipples to ease the pain, but as she rubbed her nipples they started to become erect. And as they stiffened the pain intensified. She abandoned her breast and moved down to her navel, but found that area so tender it hurt just to touch it. Finally she blindly found her way down to her cunt. After the experiences at her tits and navel, she was reluctant to view this her favorite part of her anatomy, so without looking she gently eased her hand down toward her cunt.

Her hand recoiled quickly when she discovered that her pubic hair had been shaved. She finally stared at her bare pussy; she hadn't seen it that bald since her early teens. She smiled for the first time since this unplanned vacation had started, she actually liked the bald look. Then she focused on the ring that now adorned her precious little clit and the smile disappeared, the ring was just as big and round as the other three but it also had a metal tag hanging from it. The tag was simply inscribed with the number 15.

Kat's hand recoiled even more quickly after contacting her clit, her little nubbin had always been extremely sensitive, but now it was on fire. Her touch, though, had brought the inflamed but dormant little bugger instantly to life, as it perked up, blood pulsing through it, her pain grew, becoming almost unbearable. But then, she discovered that along with the pain came a wetness she had not expected. She felt compelled to explore this new situation further.

She worked her fingers into her cunt, and was amazed to see that they were dripping wet when she withdrew them. She discovered that if she brushed over her clit the pain intensified, but then so did the growing sense of pleasure she was beginning to experience from her contrary little cunt. She continued to play with herself unaware that she now had an audience.

Sam watched the new slave getting herself excited, when it looked as though she was about to cum he made his presence known. "Well slut what have we here? Playing with yourself is not a privilege you have earned. " Sam laughed sardonically, "I see you've discovered your new name #15."

In a few more seconds Kat would have been lost in her own obsession, but Sam had caught her at just the right time. She froze, her hand lingering atop her hungry cunt. A good lip reader would have known exactly how displeased she was at being interrupted; but, of course, no sound escaped from #15's lips. She glared at him mouthing obscenities heard only in her mind, but clearly understood by the amused Sam.

Sam grabbed one wrist forcing it behind her back, and then he grabbed the other wrist and locked the two wrist cuffs securely behind her back. He attached a lead to her collar and gave a jerk. "Let's go 15 it's time to start your training, and the first thing you need to learn is: that pretty little pussy you have there is no longer your property. That tag identifies you as the property of your new owner and master, and only he has the right to determine how it will be used."

Kat tried to resist, but she quickly realized that her efforts were futile and grudgingly followed as Sam relentlessly tugged on her lead.

Sam led 15 out of her cell and past the stalls and cells all unoccupied at the moment. She was lead outside and paraded naked for all to see as Sam proceeded to the mercenaries' barracks.

Sam and his charge came upon Roger during their trek. Roger and Sam exchanged greetings, "Hi doc you did a wonderful job as usual, 15's rings look great on her."

Dr. Dunn stopped, admired his work for a moment, "yeah Sam, I think I did a pretty good job, if I do say so myself. What do you think 15?"

Number 15 could only glare at the obnoxious doctor, and then she continued to follow along after a sharp tug on the lead by Sam.

Sam led her into the barracks and then to a door marked Rec. Room, he turned the "open" sign on the door over to read "closed". Number 15 was then led through the door into the room.

In the middle of the room 15 saw a strange contraption made of iron bars and set on a small Plexiglas dais. Sam led her to the dais and forced her to climb up on it.

Number 15 stared at the three iron bars that made up the contraption. The main "L" shaped piece ran across two straight pieces before making a 90-degree bend straight up. At the top of the upright was a hinged heavy metal collar, and at each end of the straight pieces were four metal rings.

Sam placed her in position, "All right 15 get down on your hands and knees."

Number 15 wanted no parts of this unsavory contraption, her eyes widened as she desperately sought a way out, her brow furrowed and she desperately shook her head wanting to say "you're out of your mind, you're not putting me in that thing." She tried to turn and bolt for the door, but Sam jerked hard on the leash, 15 stopped in mid step, but still refused to get down on her hands and knees.

Sam reached into his pocket and pressed the button on the remote, as the electric current shot through her body 15 stood there convulsing, until too weak to stand, she collapsed to her knees.

Sam yanked steadily on the leash pulling the dazed number 15 into the contraption she so desperately wanted to avoid. Once in position Sam removed the collar from 15 then snapped the frames metal collar closed around her pretty little neck. With a heavy padlock he sealed number 15's fate. Sam worked quickly, and in no time had her wrist and ankle cuffs also locked to the frame. Number 15 was now locked into the position that was to occupy for the next week of her life.

The frame had two adjustable features, first Sam adjusted the bar that connected number 15's ankle cuffs, forcing her legs as far apart as he could leaving her cunt and anus extremely exposed. Moving to the front of the frame he adjusted the collar bar until her head was at just the right height. He tightly cinched a leather belt around her waist then grabbed a piece of rope and knotted her hair into a ponytail. He pulled her head back and secured the rope to the belt, forcing her to hold her head upright.

Sam started setting up some video equipment as 15 slowly recovered from her most recent jolt of electricity. Video cameras were placed on all four sides, plus there was already a camera in place below the Plexiglas dais on which 15 and her metal frame rested. Each camera was mounted on a motorized base allowing it to pan from side to side and up and down.

The rec. room was fully equipped with all the modern nuances in recreational equipment. It had all of gadgets a well stocked rec. room should have: the latest video games, a pool table, a fussball table, a ping pong table, an entertainment system with DVD and surround sound, and a fully stocked wet bar. The video cameras would provide a live feed of all that was about to happen to poor 15. Sam decided to make a test run of the rec. rooms latest addition.

Sam then set up a folding table and arranged on it all sorts of paddles, whips, riding crops and taws along with a few miscellaneous items; from this latter group he chose a very large syringe. He filled the syringe with Vaseline then approached his unsuspecting victim from behind.

Number 15 felt two heavy coarse hands come to rest on her rump, suddenly the cobwebs cleared from her mind and fear became etched on her face. She jolted forward (as much as the contraption would allow) when she felt the sharp sting of a slap to her ass. With his palm print reddening on her ass, Sam positioned the syringe for entry into her anal passage.

Number 15 lurched forward again as she felt the cold metal tip of the syringe probe her anus. Sam then quickly jammed the syringe home and deposited its contents in 15's ass. He slowly removed the syringe and the Vaseline oozed slightly from 15's behind.

Sam refilled the syringe then repeated the process on her vagina. Then he positioned himself and the tip of his massive 10" X 3'" prick next to 15's virgin anal orifice. The tight little rose bud hole was reluctant to allow passage to Sam's huge organ. But, persistent pressure from Sam and the oily lubricant finally allowed his penetration to succeed.

Number 15's mouth flew open, air was forced from her lungs and she would have rendered another ear piercing scream if only she had been able. Instead, the panic stricken wide eyed victim just expelled a lot of hot air without making a sound. Sam allowed his member to rest in 15's rectum as he watched her desperate struggle to free herself from the frame and from the menacing invader of her rear end. Sam calmly reached into his shirt pocket for a Cohiba Churchill, bit off the end grabbed his lighter from his pants pocket and lit up as he waited for 15 to adjust to her new found lodger.

By the time the cigar had burnt down to the size of a Robusto the exhausted number 15 had resigned herself to her fate. Sam blew on the embers of the cigar making them glow, and then jammed the lit end into number 15's left ass cheek, once again 15 jerked to life as the cigar singed her flesh. It was a short outburst, however, the poor girl had already expended most of her energy and Sam hadn't left the cigar there long enough to leave a permanent mark.

Sam now began to withdraw his still rock hard cock from her ass, just as she felt it about to clear the opening he rammed it home again. He continued this process slowly extracting then ramming it back home with as much force as he could muster. Gradually his pace quickened as he developed a rhythm, and to her dismay number 15 started to experience something as well. She could not believe her own body would do this to her, but she was unmistakably getting excited, she could feel her cum juice starting to slowly drip down her inner thigh, as inside her head she exploded "no, no, no, no, noooooooooo..." Sam smugly smiled as he continued to plunge repeatedly into her ass.

With Sam's cum oozing from her ass hole 15 began to relax only to find Sam was not yet finished. Sam required only a few minutes to recover and resume his assault. This time 15's cunt was the target of his attention.

The contraption assured that 15 had no choice but to submit to this new assault on her body and her dignity. What disturbed 15 was, that as the massive rod rubbed against her ringed clit, she could feel her own juices begin flowing once again.

"Number 15 I'm shocked, you're really enjoying yourself. Aren't you, my little pussy Kat?"

Poor 15, betrayed by her own body, could not respond not even in her own mind.

In no time at all 15 had Sam's cum oozing from both her ass and her cunt. Sam walked around to face 15.

Hoping against hope that she was about to be released by her tormentor 15 stared pleadingly into Sam's eyes, mentally begging to be released.

Sam, however, had one more little hole he wanted to initiate. As his right hand moved up and down his shaft making it hard once again, his left hand started working it's way around 15's mouth.

Number 15 determined that this was one hole Sam was not about to fill with that monster cock of his, clamped her jaw firmly shut.

Sam (now ready for a "short arms inspection") was prepared for this little set back. He tightly pinched 15's nostrils shut. Finally forced to gasp for air 15's mouth shot open. Sam with a ring gag at the ready he forced the large metal ring between her teeth, then cinched it tightly behind her head.

Sam easily slid his 10" rod through the ring to the back of #15's mouth. This caused her to gag, which in turn placed her tongue in motion trying to expel this unwelcome intruder residing inside her mouth. Sam moved his hips slowly at first, but was soon banging away in her face as hard as he had in her other two orifices. Number 15 soon had Sam's cum dripping from all three of her holes.

Number 15 optimistically expected that she was about to be released, but again she was dead wrong.

Sam returned to the table and picked up a ping-pong paddle. He applied twenty whacks to each her steadily reddening ass cheeks, taking special aim at the ring shaped burn mark on her left cheek. He then replaced the paddle on the table and proceeded toward the door. He turned the sign on the door from "closed" to "open" and left 15 to contemplate what might come next.

Word quickly spread through the barracks that there was a new piece of equipment in the Rec. Room. Number 15 was soon the most popular attraction in the rec. room. She soon discovered that her three openings had become the barracks favorite plaything. Those that did not leave their sperm dripping from one hole or another left their mark in other ways, availing themselves of the assortment of whips, paddles and taws.

Number 15 found the unwanted attention to be relentless. Finally, Sam returned. What had seemed an eternity to 15 was in reality twelve hours. Once again, she allowed herself the optimistic belief that her release was at hand, and once again she would be disappointed.

Sam had run a hose from the wet bar's sink and was now inserting the nozzle in 15's anus. After a couple of quick blasts most of the cum (crusting around her anus) was expelled. The nozzle of the hose was then replaced by the plastic nozzle of an enema bag filled with two quarts of warm sudsy water waiting to be unleashed on her poor abused ass.

Sam released the clamp on enema bag and let gravity do it's work. Then he used the water hose to douche 15's cunt. With her cunt douched, he returned to enema bag and forced the remaining water from it up into her rectum before forcing a plug into her anal cavity.

He moved around to her front and flushed the stale cum from 15's mouth, then he carefully forced a feeding tube down her throat, and supplied her with some liquid nourishment.

When the feeding was over he took a clever device that fastened around 15's waist and held a plastic bag tightly against her rear. He carefully worked the plug free from her ass. It dropped into the bag followed closely by the gushing liquid that had filled her bowels.

Having fed and cleaned 15's insides he used the hose to shower her down. As he sprayed the water over her body he carefully massaged her aching muscles reviving the circulation back through her system.

Sam finished his chores gave 15 a resounding whack on the rear then reopened the Rec. Room.

Number 15 could not keep track of time, her mind drifted in and out of consciousness, but true sleep was elusive. The constant assaults on her body kept her awake if not lucid. She grew to look forward to the little breaks when Sam would come in and perform his chores. Even then, she could not sleep.

Forced to stare fixedly straight ahead, she could only she see what went on right in front of her. During a short stretch when she was confident she was coherent she observed something very strange.

One of the men was playing with a toy. At least that's what she thought at first. The man held a remote control with joystick controls (the type used to control little radio-controlled racing cars, airplanes or boats). But the strange part was that he was controlling what seemed to be a life size female robot.

The man worked the robot back and forth in front of 15, bringing it closer and closer. When the robot was within a few feet of 15 her eyes grew wide in disbelief. She recognized the face of this supposed robot, but she couldn't think of a name to go with the face.

Then unbelievingly, she noticed the robot's body bore the same four golden rings that her own body now suffered. Number 15 noticed one other detail: that the robot's clit ring also had a tag just like hers, and on the tag was the number 2. Number 15 despaired, "is this what is ultimately to become of me. Am I going to trapped in this infernal contraption for ever, or worse yet, am I to become some mindless automaton controlled by a disgusting man with a control box."

When Sam finally came in and released 15 from her confinement on the dais her ordeal had lasted an entire week, with only short respites as Sam performed his chores. By weeks end the bleary eyed 15 had only one thing on her mind. She no longer thought about being rescued, or spending eternity locked on the dais, or becoming a robot like #2, she now only thought of sleep.

She had endured countless intrusions into her private parts, but had become almost oblivious to these constant assaults. Indeed, if she was still becoming aroused by these sexual assaults (as she had at the start), she was no longer cognizant of the fact. A good swift stroke with a paddle or whip could still provoke a wide-eyed expression of shock on 15's face, but little else seemed to affect her.

Once released from the metal contraption that had held 15 prisoner throughout her ordeal Sam quickly fastened a new collar around her neck (a simple choke collar, the electric box was no longer considered necessary) attached a leash and led her from the dais.

Number 15 wanted to just collapse and go to sleep, but the persistent tugs of her handler forcing the collar to constrict about her neck prodded her forward. She did not even attempt to rise; she just crawled forward as best she could.

Sam led her to a large wire dog kennel. Kat Lang would have bolted instantly, but 15 meekly crawled inside.

Locked inside a cage 15 at long last collapsed in total exhaustion and fell asleep.

End of Part 3


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