Amber's Enslavement Ch. 05

"We're going to the city of Ravenshore. The journey will take us through the void."

He had stopped, anticipating their horror at his words.

"I'm a pathfinder. That means I know the secrets to traversing the void. While traveling on your own would indeed be deadly, with me it is nothing more than a day's journey through a meadow."

"So people can live in the void?"

"Live, not really; they can travel in it though for short distances. The danger is becoming lost. A pathfinder's job is to not get lost."

"Have you ever been lost in the void?"

"The only people who become lost in the void are dead men. Come, I don't have all day."

The trek to the barrier was short. Gavin didn't even break stride as he walked into the swirling colors that made up the energy screen that kept the chaos of the void at bay. The sight that greeted them was like nothing they had ever imagined, let alone seen, before. Colors, every color of the rainbow, sparkled in front of their eyes. The girls couldn't see more than ten feet in front of them. The kaleidoscope seemed to make up the very air they were breathing. The air was warm, much like a summer day that wasn't too unpleasant. The most unpleasant thing about the void was the dryness. Within minutes, both girls were thirsty.

Gavin stopped after just 15 feet of walking. Setting his pack down, he pulled water bottles out and let each of them drink their fill. Afterwards, he put them back.

"Turn around, both of you. I need to bind you more securely."

Amber tried to explain, "Sir, we won't run away, I promise."

His hand lashed out, smacking her face. "Quiet! Let me make this clear. You're both slaves and you'll do as you're told. Now, turn around."

Amber turned around, wanting to avoid another bout of pain on her face. Gavin pulled out leather cuffs and fastened them on each of the girls' wrists, then clipped the cuffs together behind their backs. He then added two leather collars that buckled tight on their necks. Leashes were attached. He took a pole and placed it into what Amber assumed was the ground and tied their leashes to the pole.

Putting a curious contraption over his eyes (Amber had no idea what eyeglasses were), he instructed them, "Stay here and don't try to move. If you do, you'll become lost in the void. I have something I have to do."

After Gavin had moved out of sight, Theresa asked, "Amber, what's going on? This doesn't feel right."

"It hasn't felt right since I turned 18. He's treating us like property, isn't he? Is that how your mom was treated by your dad?"

"No, my dad loved my mom."

"Mine too. I wish I knew more about the rest of the world. Have you noticed that our lessons left some pretty important stuff out?"

"Yeah, I did. I assumed it was so we wouldn't freak when we were little. Are you okay? I know you've only had a week to adjust to the whole wife-slave thing."

"Not really. I've been dreading the lottery since before my birthday. I wasn't sure why, I just knew that it wasn't anything I wanted to be part of."

The girls fell silent, each lost in thought. They had no idea how much time was passing. The usual clues: the length of the shadows, the position of the sun, what people around them were doing, were all absent. It was a little over an hour before Gavin returned. When he did, he wasn't alone. Behind him, led on leashes from their own collars, were the twins. Their hands were bound behind them with cuffs as well. The second twin was leashed to the collar of the first.

Gavin forestalled any questions with a curt, "Quiet, no talking." He deftly attached Theresa's leash to the collar of the second twin while Amber's leash was attached to Theresa's collar. Once the pole was back in his pack, he led the girls deeper into the maelstrom of flashing color. Gavin seemed to have no difficulty with where he was going. Soon, there was a barrier in front of them again. Without hesitation, Gavin led the girls through the barrier, out of the void.

Their relief at being out of the alien environment was cut short by the sight of their new one. The first thing to hit them was the noise. There was an omnipresent roar of some sort that undulated in volume and intensity. The smell followed closely. The air stank. The closest equivalent that Amber could come up with was the noxious smell that accompanied a tallow candle. While similar to the odor of burning, rendered fat, the actual smell was worse.

As her eyes adjusted to the no less bright, yet much whiter light, she saw a scene from a nightmare. Buildings were everywhere, laid out in a confusing sort of order. Worse was what traveled between these buildings. Metal monsters belching smoke from their tails rolled on round legs. It was these that made all the noise. The roar was the accumulated sounds of each monster added to make the cacophony that assailed her ears.

"Welcome to the city of Ravenshore, your new home, slaves."

"When will we meet our husband-masters?" the twin in the lead asked.

"Husbands?" he laughed. "You're not being married. You're slaves and will be working in a government run brothel."

Amber cried out in horror and tried to turn and run back through the barrier. The leash brought her up short. In making the attempt, however, she saw something that filled her with a greater horror. In her town, the barrier had been concave, surrounding the town in a circle. The barrier around…no, around was the wrong term…in Ravenshore was convex, as if it encompassed the void rather than the city. The void didn't surround Ravenshore, Ravenshore surrounded the void!

"It was all lies, everything we've been taught," she whispered.

"You're absolutely right, Amber. Your home town is nothing more than a breeding farm for sex slaves. The disparity in births was programmed into your DNA."

*****

In Leesha's quarters, the sleeping form of Amber, still dressed in her collaring robe, stirred. Leesha startled. She had never heard of a slave who slept upon collaring ever stirring. She wiped her tears away and looked at the sister slave she would never get to share the joys of slavery with. If she didn't know better, she would swear Amber was talking in her sleep, "Lies, all lies." Leesha lay down next to Amber and tried to comfort the dying slave.

*****

As tears filled her eyes, Amber wondered what DNA was. One of the beasts rolled up to the group. With a morbid fascination, Amber watched a man get out of the beast through a wound on the side. He called out to Gavin.

"Gavin, another batch, I see. Fine looking specimens as well."

"Yes, fine indeed, Hamtel. They're suffering from culture shock right now."

"Ah, they figured out the barrier?"

"Yep. Let's get them loaded."

Gavin pulled the leash and Amber resisted approaching the metal monster.

"Please, I don't want to be eaten."

"Amber, it's not a beast, just a machine for moving people and things."

Amber looked closer and saw that he might be right. It did have a machine-like feel to it, just not any machine that she was familiar with. She watched with awe as they were led into the cavernous rear of the beast…machine. Simply a large cave of metal, the space had plenty of room for thrice as many girls. They were made to sit on benches and their leashes were tied to the walls above them, preventing much in the way of movement.

The doors to the space closed with a metallic clang and shortly afterwards the machine started moving. Soon there was the sensation of fast movement with the occasional tilt one way or the other. The girls couldn't tell that 45 minutes had passed before they came to a stop and then seemed to travel a very short distance in the opposite direction. When the doors opened, a woman stared at them, dressed in just a collar and cuffs much like their own. The woman's were, however, green in color.

"Slaves, you're at city brothel number five. This'll be your home for the rest of you lives. How long those lives are is up to you. Choose to be obedient and please the men who visit you and those lives will be long. Give me much trouble and your lives will not only be short, but very unpleasant. Have I made myself clear?"

Amber nodded slowly as she looked at the woman. She looked old, something she had not seen before. Her mother looked older than Amber, but not this ancient visage that stared at her. The woman's hair was white. Her skin was wrinkled, as if she'd shrunk but the skin hadn't. He breasts sagged, hanging like a water bladder from a wall. Yet, there was an underlying beauty to her as well. You could tell that she'd been lovely when she'd been much younger.

One of the twins ventured a question. "Ma'am, are you a slave too?"

"Yes I am. I've been at the brothel for 48 years. I've been the lead slave for 23 of those years. Come along, ladies, we need to get you settled in."

The woman, who had yet to introduce herself, untied their leashes and put the girls in a chain again. She led them through some halls until they reached a string of doors. Each girl was untied from the chain and motioned into a room of her own. The doors were locked behind them.

Amber looked about the room she was in. The main room was dominated by a bed, a very large bed. There was a door on one side of the room. This door led to a small sitting room with a table, chair, and cabinet. An opening beyond that room led to a washroom with a toilet, sink, and bath. She didn't see any pitchers of water, though both the sink and the bath had spouts with handles on them. The toilet was filled with water, which struck Amber as a weird place to store her fresh water.

Only a short while passed before the door unlocked again and another slave entered. This slave was much younger than the one that had met them at first, though she was older than Amber.

"You must be Amber." When Amber had nodded, the slave continued. "I'm Shelia. It's my job to train you. Now, I'll be punished if you don't train up well, so I have no intention of letting you fail. See this?" She held up a quirt. "If you don't please me in your training, I'll be using this on you. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"That's, 'Yes, Mistress.' If I were a customer, it would be, 'Yes, Master.' That's your first lesson. Every time you forget, I'll do this." With that, she swung the quirt against Amber's leg. The impact caused Amber to jump back.

"Ow, that hurt!"

The quirt struck again.

"Please, Mistress, don't."

"Better, much better. You caught on faster than most new slaves. Are you a virgin?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good, that's normal, but we occasionally get slaves who've been sexual before. Until you're taken by a man for the first time, you'll be a trainee slave. You'll still be servicing men while you're in training."

"Mistress, how can I service them if I don't bed them?"

"That's what I'm going to teach you."

Shelia walked over to the wall near the foot of the bed and opened a sliding door Amber hadn't noticed before. She returned with a disembodied penis. It looked just right (Amber's education had included extensive lessons on sexuality), but wasn't the right color. Up close, it was easy to tell it wasn't made of real flesh either.

"This is called a dildo. It's a fake cock," Amber blushed at the coarse term. "That we can use to pleasure ourselves and practice pleasuring men. Now, watch carefully. This is how you pleasure a man without fucking them." Amber blushed again.

Her blush darkened when she saw Shelia take the dildo and start to lick at it. Shelia gave the cock slow, lingering licks with her tongue. Occasionally she would take the tip into her mouth and suck on it. This went on for several minutes, and then Shelia stopped.

"Okay, Amber, you do the same thing."

"Mistress, it's still wet with your…"

"Amber, a man's cock will probably be wet with any manner of fluids, some less appetizing than my spit. Now do what I told you." The quirt slapped against the bed as a warning.

Amber took a tentative lick at the dildo. There was very little taste to it. She tried to imitate what she'd seen Shelia do. Shelia watched with a critical eye. Amber's technique was clumsy and wooden, but she was trying. Shelia let Amber continue for several minutes.

"Okay, not bad, Amber. But, men want to see you enjoying yourself while you suck on their cocks. Imagine that this is your true love's cock. You want him to be the happiest man in the world. Watch as I make love to this cock."

Shelia took the dildo and made love to it. She licked at it with tenderness and adoration. Her face showed how much pleasure Shelia received from the very act of loving on the cock. When she took the tip into her mouth, she looked at if it were the best tasting thing she'd ever had. Inexplicitly, Amber found herself becoming aroused by the sensuous display. Shelia noticed and smiled. Amber reacted just the way Shelia had hoped she would.

The lesson continued for a few hours. As time progressed, Shelia introduced Amber to more techniques, such as taking more of the cock into her mouth and including the man's balls in the lovemaking. By the time they quit, Amber's jaw ached and her tongue felt very dry.

"It's time for you to get some sleep," Shelia said. "The way it works here is that as long as your lights are on, you're available to customers, or training in your case. Notice how the lights are dimming? That's your signal to sleep. You won't be allowed to sleep at any other time, so get it while you can. I'll be in to continue your training in the morning."

"When will I have to sleep with a man, Mistress?"

"You don't sleep with them, you fuck them, you blow them, you have sex with them however they want it. Sleeping with them is what their wives do. You'll have your first client tomorrow."

"Tomorrow! But, I've only had one day of training."

The quirt lashed out, striking Amber's breast. "That's 'Mistress.' Listen, Amber, there's no slacking here. You'll have several men who just want a blowjob and you will make them happy or you'll be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Go to sleep."

*****

Shelia woke Amber with a swat from the quirt. As Amber startled awake, Shelia commented, "You have to wake as soon as the lights come on. The first few minutes are one of the only two chances you'll have to eat. Just outside your door will be a tray of food. Now eat, and do it fast. You'll be punished if your tray isn't back in the hall by the time the lights reach full brightness. You also have to take care of any toilet and cleaning you need by then as well. A client could show up as soon as the lights are bright."

Amber looked at the bowl of gruel and started eating. It didn't taste bad; it just didn't taste great either. It was sizable, indicating that it was intended to last her for some time. She had no trouble finishing in time. She used the toilet and ran a quick bath. She was still in the tub when Shelia lashed her with the quirt again.

"It's lights bright. You should be done and ready for a client. This isn't a spa, it's a brothel. Your bathing should be fast; just enough to clean off the previous night's use. You're not getting ready for a date. You're going to be fucked by someone who most likely doesn't give a fuck what you look like, only that you're clean. Once a client's done, you'll only be assured of having enough time for a quick sponge bath."

While Shelia was talking, Amber climbed out of the bathtub and dried off. Shelia went to the dildo storage and retrieved a different dildo this time. She seemed to take longer getting it than she did the previous afternoon. She brought it over.

"Show me what you learned yesterday."

"Yes, Mistress."

Amber started licking at the fake cock, repeating much of what she was shown the previous day. She was doing well until Shelia squeezed the base once and a salty goo spurt out of the end, filling Amber's mouth. Amber, caught by surprise, gagged and pulled back, letting the slimy substance spill onto the floor and her chest. The quirt lashed out five times.

"Never spit out a man's cum! That's the most insulting thing a slave can do. He'll probably punish you and we certainly will if you do that with a client."

"But, Mistress, I…it tasted gross and I wasn't ready."

"That doesn't matter," Shelia replied with another slash of the quirt. "Always be ready for their orgasm and swallow it completely." Shelia inserted a tube into the base of the cock and added more mixture. "Let's try this again. Be warned, each failure will result in five more of the slashes I give you. You will learn this or you will regret it. By the way, men squirt several times when they cum, so be ready."

The lesson continued for several hours. Amber was crying in pain by the time she managed to not choke or gag on the fake cum the first time. She'd received 55 swats the last time. By the time Shelia had quit, Amber had swallowed 12 simulated ejaculations in their entirety. Under Shelia's watchful eye, Amber changed the linen on her bed, making it ready for her first client.

"We need to get you ready. You're a slave. That means you don't have the right to say no to anyone, not even a client. The ones you'll see know that you're not to be fucked, but occasionally one will try to evade the rules. So, we take your ability to obey a demand to fuck from you. If you need to shit, I'd do it now. Once this is on you, you'll have no chance until I take it off just before bed."

Shelia showed Amber an oversized, metallic pair of panties. They seemed to be designed to cover her cunt and ass to prevent anyone from getting to them. There was a lock on the back of the device. Amber took the advice and made sure she went. The idea of wearing that with fecal matter trapped in it was not an appealing thought.

Amber's first client showed up five minutes after Shelia left. The man opened his pants and ordered Amber to kneel. When she did, he grabbed her head and forced her onto his cock. This was Amber's first lesson on the difference between training and reality. The man didn't want a blowjob; he wanted to fuck her face. Amber found herself drooling and gagging as his cock repeatedly jammed itself against the back of her throat. When he came, she had no chance to spit it up, as he rammed himself into her throat and erupted straight down her gullet.

The rest of Amber's first day serving clients wasn't as bad as the first, but there was nothing enjoyable about it for her. She swallowed 27 loads of real cum; learning that different men had different tastes and consistencies of semen. When Shelia returned that night, Amber was freed from the chastity belt and was able to eat another meal; this one consisting of rice with some vegetables mixed in.

The rest of the next week went much the same way. Each morning Shelia trained her in some new aspect of oral sex; deep throating, taking balls into her mouth, having her face painted with cum (some men preferred that to having slaves swallow), using her hands with her mouth. Each day the training cock was different; be it thicker, longer, or producing more cum.

The days were just starting to run together when they changed. On the eighth day, Shelia didn't put the chastity belt on.

"Amber, lie down on the bed," Shelia ordered once Amber had finished her pre-belt toilet.

Amber obeyed, having grown used to the thought that she had no choice. "Mistress! What's happening?" she cried out when Shelia started to tie her wrists to the corners of the bed.

"Hush, Amber. You're losing your virginity today. Deflowerings are always done bound."

"I'm scared."

The quirt struck lightly. "That's 'Mistress.' I know you're scared. We all were deflowered this way. You'll live through it. The clients pay a very large price to take a virgin. You're going to be here for the entire day. Expect to see quite a few men. I'll be cleaning you between clients."