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Frank released the rigid nipples held tightly between his thumbs
and forefingers and let the stretched, arched and spreadeagled
naked Melanie draw back to a "normal" position in the four rings
that were screwed into the ovaled airframe, ninety degrees apart.
He walked back to the cushioned, custom-made black leather
covered seat in the cabin of the Lear Jet and glanced over at
Alex who was toying with the ominous and terrifying "black box"
he held in his left hand.

"Should I give her another reminder, Master Frank, or do you
think she's learned her lesson?"

"Leave it be, Alex. Let's have Joe roll this baby a hundred and
eighty and hold it there while we teach the 'lady' a knew lesson
about flying as a slave, eh?"

Alex secured the box, checked the cabin for loose items and
covered and secured the drinks while Frank talked to the pilot on
the headset and buckled himself in tightly. Alex returned to his
seat and secured his seat belt. Frank gave Joe the order and the
Lear rolled a hundred and eighty degrees, leaving both Masters
hanging from their seat belts.

But......the 180 roll also left the naked, spreadeagled and
gagged Melanie in a very new and less "comfortable" position,
hanging upside down by her ankle cuffs from the floor mounted
ringbolts in the airframe that were now overhead rather than
down. The muffled protests and screams were quite audible as the
new captive flew toward her new home in Alex's "training
facility" deep in the interior of Mexico far far down south out
of the way of snooping government people.

Frank and Alex watched the scene from their upside down positions
until they tired of the blood rushing to their reddened faces and
Frank ordered the pilot to roll the Lear back upright.

Frank unbuckled his seat belt and walked to the now upright,
spreadeagled and sweating naked Melanie.

"Get use to flying this way, 'sweetheart'.........because after
we have you properly trained, our 'friends' will be 'renting' you
out and taking you on rides like this to their places for long
and 'educational' stays with them."

That brought a storm of movement and gagged protest which Alex
'fixed' with one long press of the buttons on the black box.
Melanie arched outward and clamped down on the ball gag strapped
in her mouth just as the pilot announced over the intercom that
they were approaching the airport and started downward for a
landing. 15 minutes later they were on the ground, inside the
hidden hanger with the cabin door open. Alex was still playing
with the black box, tormenting the sweating beauty unmercifully
with alternating hits on the buttons as Frank exited the Lear and
talked to the two black clad husky men standing at the open back
doors of a white stretch van.

"You guys ready to transport our 'cargo'?"

"Yup, Boss....you want us to go get her?"

"That'd be be nice.......Hey, Alex, lay off the box, will ya?
The boys are ready to move her."

The two muscle bound six foot six monsters in black leather pants
and vests climbed up the steps of the Lear and shortly came back
out with the still sweating and now squirming and muffledly
protesting Melanie, naked as the day she had been born. As they
removed her from the plane and put her in the van they each
described to her in very explicit terms what she would do for
them when they got her to her new "home".

The experience and the words she heard coming from these unseen
devils who manhandled her into the van and back into a splayed
and speadeagled naked position in it's rear compartment truly
"unsettled" her.......and caused her to buck and scream into the
ball gag as never before, since her journey had begun.

Once they had her anchored to the four ring bolts in the upper
and lower outside corners of the van, the two "trainers" looked
over at Alex and Frank, standing outside the van's backdoor and
one of them asked:

"You don't mind if we teach her a few lessons on the way do you,
Boss?"

Alex responded with a casual:

"Hell no; she's yours from this point on guys. We'll take the
Lincoln Town Car into town and be out later tonight. You get her
started with her 'lessons'......SHE'S ALL YOURS, MASTERS!"

Melanie heard the words and terror took over as she tried vainly
to get loose from the suspension straps that moored her to the
van's corners and spread her wide and vulnerably before these two
"Masters". One of them said to the other, as he closed the van's
rear doors:

"That's enough of this bullshit, don't you think, MASTER?"

"Yah.................unhook the bottom, ankle straps and rehook
em above with her wrists. I'll drive and you 'teach", MASTER!"

Melanie felt the her right ankle being released and then it shot
upward and a click reached her ears, The same process occurred
with the left ankle and before she was full aware of what he was
doing, she was swinging from the van's ceiling, wrists and ankles
together and spread wide as the van started up and began to move.

"OK, BITCH........let's get the blindfold off you and the gag out
of your pretty and very useful mouth," and having said the words,
the leather clad Master accomplished the deed and pitched the gag
and blindfold into the corner.

Melanie began to scream as loud as she could when she saw the
size of her tormentor and the way he was dressed and how he
looked to her hanging upside down this way. His head was clean
shaven and very bald. As she screamed and watched him, he sat
down in a comfortable looking black leather covered chair below
her and just in front of her. As her screams died away to sobs
and moaning protests she heard a strange whirring sound and
watched with terror as the man and the seat rose upward and the
back of the seat laid back in a reclining position. As the man
and his chair rose, he reached down and removed a flap on the
front of his black leather "pants" and let the flap hang down.
His next move was to pick up the now familiar black box and set
it in a cradle on the chair arm. All of this Melanie watched in
fear and terror as the exposed man and his very large a rigid
male "parts" rose upward toward her face.

"No.....please.....I'll be quiet........pppplllleeeeaaassseee....
........not the box.....please?"

"Bitch......I don't give a fuck if you scream your lungs
out....no one can hear you but me and him (gesturing toward the
driver of the van).....this baby is soundproofed and besides,
there's no one who could or would help you within a hundred miles
of here. Your ass is mine, Bitch......and so is your cunt, your
mouth and every other part of you.....but you "forgot"
something....wanta guess what it was?"

"I...I.....I....don't know......." came the weak and frightened
reply as she watched his right hand move toward the box.

"My name, TO YOU, lovely slave,.....is MASTER! Every time you
forget to begin and end ANYTHING you say to me with that
word,...MASTER,....*THIS* will 'happen' to you....." and the
large fingers depressed the buttons, AGAIN!

Her mouth slammed shut as the screaming terror and pain shot
through her crotch and deep inside her two stuffed and greased
holes filled with the expanded plugs........and stayed that way
until he let up on the buttons.........and a long relieved sigh
escaped from her lips and nothing more.

Swinging and swaying from the straps that spread her wide and
upside down she now stared through misty eyes at the rigid male
member in front of her face and around it at the reclining
"Master" to whom it belonged. "My God", she thought to herself,
"this can't be real?" But the retreating burning sensations in
her crotch and deep inside and her eyes, hands and feet did not
lie to her....IT WAS REAL...and she was beginning to understand
what MIGHT be expected of her if she was to ever get out of this
alive. Those thoughts flooded her mind as she gazed past the
monster shaft of flesh in front of her face into the cold,
knowing, blue eyes of the black leather clad fiend who had her as
his own........what she saw in those eyes made her shudder with
fear and begin to speak....nay, plead with him.......

"no more......please, MASTER.....NO MORE? I don't understand what
this is all about.........MASTER?"

"Heh, heh......there's nothing to understand, BITCH...nothing at
all. You're here.....and that's REAL..........what you see before
you is REAL also........you may begin, NOW,.....that is, unless
you'd like some more...ENCOURAGEMENT?"

"No..........Mmmmmmaaaasssttttteeerrrrr....no more, PLEASE
MASTER?"

"Then BEGIN.....you whore......NOW!"

She stared at the rigid shaft before her and past it at the cruel
blue eyes and knew precisely what was expected of her.....nay,
DEMANDED of her......and she began timidly to comply.

Slowly she raised her hanging head until her lips touched the
turgid shaft..........softly, she open them and extended a very
tentative tongue to touch the engorged member she was now looking
crosseyed at from her upside down position......and as she began
slowly to raise and lower her head and sweep the wet tongue back
and forth, she felt the plugs in her suspended and spread open
nether holes begin to expand and contract and stretch inward and
outward, stimulating her and moving complimentary to her tongue's
actions on her tormentor's sexual attribute........and slowly the
shafts buried in her began to vibrate...........

Despite the discomfort of her position she began to respond to
the stimulation with increased motion of both her tongue and her
head, trying vainly to give back what she was receiving.......and
as she increased the tempo of her attentions she heard a swishing
sound overhead and saw a black blur pass over the shaft.....and
EXPLODE ACROSS HER SWEATING BELLY AND DOWN THROUGH HER SPREAD,
PLUGGED AND VEE'ED CROTCH AND ACROSS THE CHEEKS OF HER TAUT NAKED
BEHIND.......................

"Faster,......BITCH..........you are NOT pleasing me!!!" came the
verbal accompaniment to the explosion.

Her lips, mouth and head shot into frenzied action as the oiled
leather strands slid off her stinging cheeks and rasped through
her spread and wet crotch and across her belly and between her
breasts to slide over her shoulder and downward........"a
whip!....HE HAD USED A WHIP ON HER....DOWN THERE!!!!" "My GOD",
she thought, as she continued to pick up the pace of her
'attentions' on the quivering shaft in front of her....."what
sort of sadist is this bastard, anyway?"

She did not have to wait long for an answer to that silent
question as he leaned forward at the waist and grasped her
nipples between thumb and forefinger and began squeezing and
pulling them upward toward the van's ceiling........tightly and
roughly, stretching her tits to the limit and making her exhale
in pain and moan loudly.......

"DON'T STOP, BITCH......DON'T EVER STOP UNTIL I TELL YOU YOU
CAN.... DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME.......BITCH?"

Quickly the response came...."Yes MASTER...YES!"

As he bent further forward, the shaft tilted downward, until
the head of it was on her lips, and he continued with her.......

"NOW......TAKE IT IN YOUR MOUTH AND GIVE ME PLEASURE, BITCH...
...SUCK AND LICK ME GOOD MY LITTLE SLAVE......."

She lower her head with the entering shaft as it tilted into her
mouth and began to hollow her cheeks and grip it with her lips as
her tongue lashed the advancing head and laved the edges of it.
The thumbs and forefingers remained tight on her nipples as the
shafts within her continued their wild gyrations and vibra-
tions......and her thoughts and questions faded from her mind and
only the task before her and what was being done to her in every
orifice and in her nipples began to combine to bring both extreme
pleasure and extreme pain, all at once, in unison and
continuously in an endless stream of sensation that blocked
rational thought of any kind remained.

As she rocked back and forth in the bumping, bouncing van she
attended to "her Master" as the engines of pleasure and hands of
pain began to devour her from deep deep inside........consuming
and driving endlessly and relentlessly.......for what seemed like
hours of non-stop sensation..........

Somewhere along this wild rise of sensation she had closed her
eyes and resigned herself to the task at hand.......and somewhere
further along she began to climax.........as her insides churned
in orgasm and her mouth, lips and tongue sought to give back what
she had inside her and all through her body..........lips
tightening and loosening, tongue lapping and licking and cheeks
alternately hollowing and relaxing as she strained to please....A
MASTER and rose wildly into higher and higher levels of sexual
pleasure and rolling continuous orgasmic contractions until
there was nothing else in the world that mattered but the task
before her and the wild sensations that now drove her into
frenzied motion and ever higher into a realm where the nipples,
stretched toward the ceiling no longer either matter or
hurt....but simply added to what already WAS......and at some
point the fact registered vaguely upon her mind that the shaft
was advancing and retreating in her clenched lips but HER MASTER
wasn't moving in the chair.....and further up into this wild
orgasmic flight she also sensed that she was being swung forward
and back by the thumbs and forefingers gripping and stretching
her nipples....but none of these barely perceived facts had any
real effect upon her mind.........which was now completely short
circuited by the sensations that engulfed her and had taken
possession of her.........completely and totally.

The van stopped at a closed, overhead, roll-up door but the
suspended, now grossly sweating and swiftly moving spread and
naked woman suspended from the van's ceiling never knew it as the
large, round and long shaft drove in and out of her mouth and
along the length of her feverishly licking and laving tongue,
back into her throat and out to her lips, over and over and over,
like a pistoning sex engine driving her to perdition and beyond..
.....and THAT IT WAS AND WAS DOING...the beginning of the end of
any modicum of sexual choice and personal freedom......

The door noisily opened as the sweating woman was driven along
her Master's rigid shaft and driven always and ever upward into
an expanding universe of unbelievable sexual stimulation and
attendant pleasure.......mindless of the van's forward motion
into the open maw of the ominous mansion that towered overhead.

Once inside, the van stopped and the driver swiveled his seat to
watch the scene being enacted behind him as the preoccupied and
totally possessed Melanie licked and sucked and laved her
Master's shaft in a frenzy of effort to please....no, not just to
please....to RETURN pleasure....more pleasure than she had ever
known or felt in her life.....totally and in kind. She had long
ago passed the point of physical awareness of her surroundings
and was now totally engrossed in the task at hand........

And........eventually....she was successful in bringing the
Master's orgasm to past as she felt the hot seed course through
the member across her lips, across her laving tongue and out into
her throat....

As the hot stream began she tightened her lips around the shaft
and gulped eagerly to consume the stream within her belly as the
endless, wild orgasms within her body devoured her ever more
completely and thoroughly........and then the shaft was swiftly
withdrawn  and the fingers and thumbs left her nipples after
pulling her off of the shaft and backwards......

Her mouth opened and a long pleading stream of words breathlessly
exited the open, wet orifice........

"No.......more...........please.......MMMMOOOORRRREEEEE.....don't
stop....please?"

Somewhere in the back of her mind something registered a quiet
warning but the warning went unheeded.....something she said was
very wrong...........MASTER.......Oh GOD.......NO MASTER......

And the driving pain hit her in both orgasming lower orifices as
the error snuck into her mind...........

"NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!......PPPPPPLLLLLLEEEE
EAAAAASSSEEEE MMMMMAAAAASSSSSSSTTTTTTEEEEERRRRR!!!!"

"Learn, BITCH....and LEARN WELL.......no matter what is done to
you or with you, you SHALL NEVER FORGET THE WORD......NEVER!!!"

Through clenched, pain tightened lips a swift..."YES MASTER" was
heard by the two leather clad men. They looked at each other and
smiled as the hanging, naked and spread blond writhed in pain and
crashed downward from her orgasmic heights in literal seconds.
The fingers released the buttons on the black box and the
sweating naked body ceased its contortions and went totally limp.

The New Slave had passed into a black oblivion, from which she
would not return until they had her totally and tightly secured
in her new "home" with her adjacent "learning sister slaves" in
the bowels of Alex's man made hell on earth...his slave training
facility in southern Mexico.....a place where a rather tall and
slim chestnut haired woman once was held and trained some few
years before........a submissive woman named Linda, plucked from
the streets of San Diego, California and a high priced call
girl's profession by Alex himself and driven across Mexico in the
same van by the same two tall, muscular and masterful male devils
in the same way.......to this hell hole of slavery and obedience
training, plush though it was and unknown as it still is and was
then.

Here the once free Melanie would be held and "trained" until the
day she was released to her FIRST MASTER for His use and
pleasure, for a price, paid to the resourceful and cruel Alex...
....always for HIS price. Here for a dozen years and more, Alex
and his henchmen had trained hundreds of female and male slaves..
...some submissive at the start and others only afterward....but
ALL, meticulously OBEDIENT to a Master's or Mistress' ever wish
and need....every command, whether spoken or made by a simple,
well learned gesture.

There were no TESTS given learning slaves.....ever! Obedience was
measured only in the swiftness and completeness of every verbal
and physical response of the slave. If thought to be too slow or
unworthy of a a Master, swift punishment was meted out in
endless streams. Here the tools of a Master were plied upon male
and female trainees and here restraints and engines of torment
and suffering were invented, built and used on the learning
coffles of sometimes silent and sometimes screaming slaves to be.
Here, princes, princesses, potentates and the wealthy of the
world came to rent or lease their secretive possessions and
spirit them away to the far corners of the world and new dungeon
homes of continued training, obedience and terror, always to
return for retraining and re-renting or re-leasing at the highest
per diem prices imaginable and obtainable.

And some, defiant to the very end, never left this place at all,
but became object "examples" to their brothers and sisters in
slavery of what MIGHT happen to them if they dared to disobey and
not comply with every spoken and gestured command.

Soon the naked and unconscious Melanie would be imprisoned below
and then after hours of careful preparation and softening up,
these two "experts" in Masterful training who had driven her here
would take her on a tour of her new home and it's facilities, at
the end of which tour, they would show her the "hopeless ones"
and tell her that she would more than likely never measure up to
a REAL Master's standards and thus become one of THESE...
...imprisoned here forever to become an example to others
who transited this place in terror, at first and then in total
submission and submissiveness.

And they would explain to her in words and deeds how even the
most submissive man or woman who was brought here, sometimes
failed to measure up to the standards Alex and his trainers
required. Here, Melanie would soon learn that the most feared of
all Masters was NEVER a man or a Master but a Mistress.....a
woman who knew her body and her mind better than she could
imagine and used that knowledge against her in very real, very
terrifying ways.

For the next few weeks or months, this place would be the her
"home" and her only living memory as the training commenced in
ernest and erased all else from her recollections.

Now Melanie was just another slave trainee for the scheming and
ruthless Alex to toy with and mold to his standards. Standards so
different and so fearfully unusual that no slave who was trained
here ever dared to speak of this place to anyone but his or her
Master, even when accidentally set free. Once and only once, a
slave, a strong and willful female slave had gone to the
authorities in France and related the story of her captivity to
them. Shortly afterward she "disappeared" and the matter was
dropped.

But far from just disappearing, she was carefully extracted from
France and flown back here, where she, to this day, reigns as the
"queen" of the "hopeless" ones and is used daily to demonstrate
the ultimate PENALTY for betrayal and revelation to the "outside"
world of the existence of this place and it's purpose.

Each new man or woman brought here for training is "allowed" to
hear her scream and plead for death and relief from her endless
torments at the hands of Alex's "experts". But death never comes
and is not allowed as the fiends of the bowels of Alex's castle
in the jungle wilderness take her through endless torment after
endless torment in a double edged and double purposed series of
sessions to teach what no one else has ever managed in any
facility of this sort any where in the world.....that complete
obedience and absolute secrecy is a rule never to be violated
under any circumstances for any reason, else the violator join
this unfortunate slave in her endless torments of a life time's
duration. A LONG LIFE TIME!!!

And here, the small comfort of knowing that no renting or leasing
Master or Mistress is ever permitted to either permanently damage
or disfigure a slave so rented or leased from Alex or even
accidentally put one to death is given to all outbound slaves as
they are shown video tapes of the executions of careless Masters
and Mistresses who damaged the goods or killed one of Alex's
possessions. New Masters and Mistresses are shown the same video
tapes before they are permitted to lease or rent.

Alex's "world", here, is a very SECURE world. And everyone
involved knows that without question. Those who MIGHT forget, are
reminded in THESE very real ways of the consequences of "misbe-
havior".

This is the reality of Alex's slaves. I *KNOW*. For I OWNED one
for over two years. A creature of unbelievable and endless
limitlessness. And only when she was on the edge of death from
cancer, did she tell the story of this place, and then flee to
San Diego to be brought back here to pay for her "transgressions"
with ME. I am MASTER PAUL, the LAST Master of the Rings and the
last "owner" of "linda". I know of this place. Well and com-
pletely. And I have never leased or rented a slave from Alex and
never will. Nor can Alex touch me in any way. EVER. But THAT is
another story to be told in the linda epic.


(To be continued as NEWSLAV3.sty - Chapter 3 - THE REAL TRAINING
BEGINS)


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