I

The destination was nothing special, just a clearing with a couple of tents and an ATV parked next to them.  The Masters took their hapless, exhausted slaves aside and freed their arms.  Flora struggled to lift them, there was hardly any feeling left after being cuffed and strapped for nearly a day. She was secretly hoping that her Master would cut her some slack for the rest of the day.  A wash would be nice, she thought to herself, some more food, even a place to lie down and rest.

They were surrounded by trees, the sun was high and bright. Flora could feel her arms again and she was rubbing one with the other. Violet, in the meantime, had been taken into a tent by her Master. Flora’s master had stepped into the dense forest for a few minutes, leaving Flora all by herself.  Many in her shoes would have contemplated making a run for it but that would be stupid and suicidal. She knew at the end of this ordeal she would be back at home with her Master. She trusted him.

Her Master emerged from the woods and went into his tent. He came out with a small pail of water and a piece of cloth. He set it down in front of Flora.

“Clean up, you’ve got work to do,” he ordered her and retreated into his tent.

“Thank you, Master,” Flora said with a smile and crouched before the pail and soaked the cloth in the small amount of water he had given her. He handed her a few granules of soap.

Flora did the best she could, tending to her hands, face, pussy and ass. With the last few drops of water she wiped down her breasts and underarm and got up, feeling a little better.

By now her Master had re-emerged from the tent. He was holding a small sack.

“Here you go,” he said, handing her the sack, “enough supplies to last you a week in the woods. You will continue on your course. The next bit shouldn’t take you more than three days. You’ll find a fresh water stream along the way. Your ankle bracelet will not guide you any more. It will only tell me where you are. You’re looking for an elevated area followed by a clearing where you will see the lake.  There will be a boat waiting for you with more supplies and instructions.  Don’t do anything stupid along the way. I’ll be watching you.”

Flora opened the sack and looked inside. It was heavy.  There were six liter bottles of water, two packets of pellets, a small loaf of bread and three each of apples, oranges and bananas. There was also a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste as well as a packet of wipes and a small piece of soap.

Master pointed her in the right direction.  Flora slung the heavy sack over her shoulder and hunched over, she began walking. The sack was going to slow her down. She was alone again as Violet was still in the tent with her Master.

II

Flora had been walking for a while now.  She kept switching the sack from one shoulder to another. She had to carry it as there were no more green flags with supplies waiting for her on this island. She stopped a couple of times to rest and drink water. She also had a meal of pellets and a banana. She figured she could make the supplies easily last a week. She had to find the freshwater spring before that as her drinking water would certainly run out.

She tried to go as far as possible but the ordeal of the previous day combined with the lack of sleep made her very tired so she decided to stop for the night under a cluster of trees. She put her sack down and walked across the path to squat and pee. After she finished she came back and lay down and closed her eyes.

The rumbling of thunder woke her up. She could hear the leaves whistling. A big storm was coming. She had to find cover as the trees wouldn’t shelter her from the rain. She got up and pulled herself up the path as the rain began pelting down. Finally, she hauled herself and her sack into a tiny crevasse that was well-shaded and dry.

By now it was pouring rain. Flora figured it would stop by dawn as she crouched in the crevasse and bided her time.  The sun rose but was hidden behind the thick dark clouds. The rain showed no sign of relenting. Flora brushed her teeth and ate some food. She filled an empty water bottle with rainwater. She scurried out of her crevasse to some bushes to relieve herself. She had to make a decision, carry on in the rain to higher ground, or wait it out.  She decided to go for it.

III

By the time she found the path that led to higher ground Flora was drenched and muddy. The sack was tied around her ankle and she was clutching four water bottles to lighten the load. She was tired, the rain hadn’t stopped it only got worse. She had slipped and fallen several times and each time got up covered in mud that was washed off by the rain. When she could go no further she leaned against a tree and rested.

She found the sloping path that would lead to the higher ground she had been instructed to find. She struggled up that path, slipping and sliding along the way. She had never experienced rain like this before.  She put the water bottles back in the sack after refilling the empty ones with rainwater. She got down on all fours and crawled up the muddy path. Finally she could go no further. It was dark. She didn’t have the energy to find a dry spot. There were none left of the island. Exhausted, she passed out in the mud.

IV

Flora had a dream she was swimming. She was wearing a white bikini, her hair was neatly tied and she was in the pool with her friends, enjoying themselves in the sun and wading to the edge of the pool to enjoy their drinks. Somewhere in the dream she found herself in a soft bed, sleeping in a t-shirt, clutching a vibrator. She found herself in the spa, getting an all-body wax, including a Brazilian. She found herself in the shower, loofahing her skin with the most fragrant body wash. She found herself in her Master’s office, still clothed in a very short skirt and white bikini tip, slowly submitting to his will, answering his questions, stripping one piece of clothing at a time, first the top, then the skirt, then her panties. She untied her hair and let it fall to her shoulders, she stepped out of her flip flops. He admired her slim, smooth body. So clean, so unnatural, he said. So unnatural. The words kept echoing in her head as the image of her Master was replaced with that of her stepmother with whom she lived. Not a nice lady, not much older than her. She made her clean the house every Saturday, from top to bottom, vacuuming, scrubbing, doing the laundry.  Flora hated her but had no choice but to listen. Secretly, however, she loved being bossed around, being told what to do, how to live. Her stepmom never punished her, just berated her constantly.  Flora dreamt that she was on her hands and knees, scrubbing the kitchen floor on a hot and humid day. It was late afternoon, she hadn’t been allowed to shower yet, she was in a t-shirt and panties, soaked with sweat but her panties were also soaked by her throbbing pussy.  The scene changed in her dreams, she was scrubbing the floor of her prison cell, the arresting officer from her prom night (and incidentally her 18th birthday) screaming at her from outside the cell. She was wearing her torn prom dress, she was hoping the officer would come into the cell and rip it off. So unnatural. The words came back in her dream.

V

Flora woke up. Her head was pounding. She was lying on her back now. It had stopped raining. She was lying on a rough surface. She realized she was no longer outside on the muddy path. In fact, she couldn’t move her arms and legs. Her arms were shackled to an iron grate above her. She was lying on some hay. Her legs were in the air, spread three feet wide and shackled to the same grate at her ankles. Somebody had captured her again. She had either slept right through it or they had drugged her.

The room was bright. She blinked several times and turned her head to see where she was. She saw two concrete walls on either side of her. She was in some sort of a cage. Whoever had captured her had taken the time to wipe most of the mud off her body. She turned her head to the side and saw a straw a few inches away. She leaned over as best as she could and sipped from it. It was water. She was thirsty. She drank as much as she could without spraining her neck. Her bladder was fun. She really had to pee. There was no one around. Who knew when she would be freed from this cage. She let it flow with force, the hot jet emerging from the tangle of hair between her legs and hitting the grate above her and the wall near her feet. Her piss splashed onto her legs and thighs and also pooled near the end of the cage. The final drops clung to her pussy and rolled down into her buttcrack. Flora sighed and waited.

She heard footsteps. She heard a door open. Someone was there but before that person checked on Flora, he or she was moving stuff around. Flora could hear planks of wood and chains being rattled. Finally she was staring at her Master through the grate.

He was leaning over. He was shirtless and unshaven. It was rare for him to be that way. She always saw him well-dressed and well-groomed. Maybe it was too hot in his mind. He always carried himself well. She could smell his cologne, mixed with sweat. He was smiling at her.

“Be glad I found you else you would have slid down the hill into the flooded path and drowned. You still haven’t learned how to navigate the woods so I thought you could use a little break. At this rate you’ll never finish the course but I’ll let you keep trying. I am a very patient man,” he said, walking around and unlocking the cage by opening the wall near her feet. Since the floor of the cage was sloping a little bit, Flora’s piss puddle had drained out and been absorbed by the ground. Her Master crawled into the cage and was on top of Flora, on all fours, looking her in the eye. He was naked and erect.

“My friends and I own all these islands. We each have special playrooms scattered around. You found a couple of the last island. This is one of my special rooms and you’re presence makes it even more special,” he said as he entered her. His throbbing cock pushed into Flora’s damp pussy. She grit her teeth as she accommodated him. He buried himself deeper and deeper as she got wetter and wetter. He kneaded her breasts, squeezing her nipples. Bead of sweat dripped off his body onto hers.

“Say it,” he ordered.

“Say what,” Flora asked, gasping for breath as she was on the verge of a massive orgasm.

“Say who you are and who I am,” he ordered, also panting.

“You are my Master. I love you dearly. I always obey,” Flora’s words got lost as she exploded into an orgasm, juices gushing down her pussy and washing his cock. He slid his cock out and sprayed his cum all over her breasts and face. She stuck her tongue out and let the salty cum enter her mouth. He crawled out of the cage, reached around and picked up a thick vibrator and slid it into her soaking wet pussy. He turned it on the highest setting. It began to vibrate with a whirring sound. Flora began to moan loudly.

As he was locking the cage he said, “when you came to me you smelt artificial, you looked artificial. That pussy was waxed bald. It may have been smooth but I patiently waited for all the hair to grow back. The woman’s body must be kept natural at all times. No perfumes or fancy soaps, no makeup, no body hair removal, no clothes, no rights, no dignity. You’re making good progress Flora.”

She wasn’t able to focus on what he was saying as the vibrator was kicking her into a frenzied state. He came back after 15 minutes and unlocked the cage. Flora had cum again but the vibrator was still in place. He pulled it out and turned it off. He brought it close to her face. She could smell her juices mixed with her sweat. He made her lick it clean. Then he freed her arms and legs and ordered her to come out of the cage. She did and he pulled her to her feet. She struggled for a bit. He led her by her arm to the middle of the shed. 

He fixed her feet to metal rails, almost four feet apart. Then he made her lean forward so she looked like an inverted “L”. He put her neck and wrists in holes cut into a wooden plank that was fixed to the metal rails by two posts. It was very uncomfortable. She could move her neck around a little bit. Her breasts dangled below her. In front of her, against the wall she saw what looked like an exercise bike but the wheel had chains attached to the metal rails. Once she was secured her naked Master surveyed the scene and opened a trunk.

VI

Flora felt like she was on fire. Her skin was red all over and burning. He was using a sheet of leather that he gripped in two corners and he was slapping her back, ass and legs with it. Each slap covered a wide area of her skin. He varied the intensity each time, easing off before coming down harder and harder. Tears streamed down Flora’s face as she screamed out in pain. He made sure he covered her well. He had re-inserted the vibrator but Flora couldn’t think about her throbbing pussy as she was screaming in pain.

“Please Master, please stop,” she implored him. He simply laughed and ran his fingers over her hot, red skin. There were no cuts or welts. He was very good. She’d be as good as new once the redness subsided.

He paused and came around to look at her. He let her drink a bottle of water, even fed her some pellets. She was hungry but eating was the last thing on her mind. He went over and sat on the exercise bike. He began pedaling slowly, Flora’s legs were dragged up the rails until the hit the front posts of the contraption she was secured to. From an inverted “L” she looked like a “C”, her back arched, her ass at an angle to the ground.

He got up and walked behind her again. She noticed he was erect. She knew what was coming.

“Master,” Flora whispered softly.

“What is it now?” he asked, sounding irritated.

“I have to poop,” she said.

He placed a bucket under her and pulled the vibrator out of her pussy. He slapped her ass hard and said, “go.”

She relieved herself and he rinsed her off. He inserted a well-lubed buttplug into her and re-inserted the vibrator and turned it back on. He removed the bucket and left the room.

When he came back a few minutes later he pulled the buttplug out of her and slid his cock into her asshole. She screamed out as he settled inside her and began to move. The lube was helping a lot. The vibrator was still working on her pussy. He lashed her breasts with the 9-tails from below her as he moved.  She screamed louder and louder with each thrust and each set of lashes. Her nipples were erect and on fire. He came and sent his cum deep inside her. He went limp and slid out. He re-inserted the buttplug.

VII

By now several hours had passed. Flora was back in the inverted “L” position, her back parallel to the ground once again.  Master had removed the buttplug and transferred the vibrator into her ass where it was whirring gently, keeping Flora constantly aroused. He had fed her and given her plenty more to drink and as a result she had pissed a few more times onto the ground below her. He even wiped her tear-streaked face with a wet towel and let her rinse with some mouthwash. Her back no longer stung but it was still a little sore. Her muscles were sore as well and she kept moving her neck around in the wooden plank just to bring comfort to her aching muscles.

He had come and gone several times throughout the day. He had fucked her a couple of times as well. Her pussy was sore and throbbing, her asshole was feeling the same way. She didn’t know how long she could hold out. This was getting very intense. She had endured longer periods in stressful positions in the past but after the ordeal of the past few days she was spent.

The sun was going down, she could sense it through the one window in the shed. Her Master entered, pushing a dolly with a crate on it. He was still naked, though it seemed that he had bathed as Flora could smell his body wash. He opened the crate and took out a large battery and another gadget that he hooked up to the battery. Flora began to think he was going to give her electric shocks. Instead he took out a shear, one she had seen used in hair salons to buzz men’s hair. He’s going to shave me, she thought to herself, but that would be contrary to his whole belief system. She wouldn’t complain if he shaved her sweaty underarms and the tangled mass of hair that covered her pussy, but he had other plans.

He hooked up the shear to the power source and turned it on. It cord wasn’t long enough to reach her pussy. He grabbed her by the hair and twisted her hair with his fingers. Her hair was tangled beyond belief. It was caked with mud, it hadn’t been combed or brushed in ages and it hadn’t been washed with soap in a while. He brought the shear closer, Flora tensed and closed her eyes as he ran the shear right up the middle of her head and locks of tangled, dirty hair fell to the floor. He left a two-inch bald track in the middle of her head.

Then he went up her sides, shearing the hair off from around and behind her ears. Soon she just had two patches of hair on either side of the top of her head. He cleaned that up in a matter of minutes, leaving a nearly bald, stubbly head behind. He rubbed her head with his palm. Flora looked down at the pile of hair on the floor and began to cry.

He turned off the shears and went behind her. He removed the vibrator from her ass and put it in a case with disinfectant.  He slowly removed her from her restraints, freeing her neck and wrists and after some time, her ankles. She felt her bald head. She had stopped crying after he yelled at her and slapped her.  He led her back into the cage where she lay down on the hay. He secured her wrists and ankles on the grate, keeping her legs spread. He slid a buttplug into her and locked the door, leaving a water bottle with a straw within reach.

I

Flora was outside on all fours. A heavy metal ring had been placed around her neck and a chain was attached to it. Her palms were flat on the ground. She had been ordered to keep her back straight. There was a plug in her ass. The sun was beating down hard. It was her first day outside in at least three days. She kept her face parallel to the ground, staring at the ground below her. Her arms and legs were growing tired but he wasn’t done yet. A warm bowl and plastic glass were resting on her back. She didn’t dare to move as she risked spilling his meal and incurring his wrath. He was sitting inches away on a rock, naked, leaning over with his bread and scooping out the baked beans from the bowl. She had already been fed, pellets and a banana. The smell of baked beans was enticing but she wasn’t getting any.

She felt something crawling up her leg. She gently moved her leg. It must be an ant, she thought, but she wanted it off. She shook her leg once too often and knocked her Master’s glass of water off her back.

“Stupid bitch,” he screamed as the water splashed on the ground next to her, “you can’t do anything right, can you?” he yelled, striking her bare ass with his hand and then pushing her to the ground. She lay on her side, quivering, muttering apologies when he climbed on top of her and pinned her down.

His face was an inch away from her face. She was breathing heavily. He had her pinned by her arms, his knees kept her thighs close together. He was erect and ready.

“After all I have taught you, you couldn’t keep still for 15 minutes while I ate. You’re such a moron. I should make you finish the course without any supplies, maybe that will teach you!”

“I’m sorry Sir,” Flora muttered as he pulled her legs apart and lifted her knees. He entered her with some force but as always, she was wet and ready.

“Ahhhh,” Flora screamed as his hard cock slid into her for the second time that day. His movements were more urgent than ever before but she was flowing and close to an orgasm but before she could cum he pulled out and turned her over. He removed the buttplug and plunged into her ass as she was on all fours. He grabbed her breasts hard and pumped her until he came inside her. After he slid out he pulled her up by the chain and led her into the woods. He shackled her ankles to two trees and made her lean forward. He pulled her arms back in the airplane position and secured them with vines that hung from branches. He went back to the shed and returned with the 9-tails, leather sheet and whip. He proceeded to flog her from the neck down, lashing her breasts from below with the 9-tails and then her pussy. He used the leather sheet with both hands to redden her back and legs. When his arms tired he fucked her. She was disoriented, in pain and had lost the energy to scream or beg for his mercy. He would show none. For good measure he aimed and pissed into her face, forcing her to keep her mouth open. She gagged on the hot salty liquid. He threw a bucket of water at her face and walked away.

II

He was out of sight for most of the day. Flora thought about the transformation she was seeing in him. He had become more animalistic in his ways, more primitive. He was naked and unshaved, she wondered if he was developing a new role for himself. Either way she would still be his property, she would continue to serve him faithfully for she had nowhere to go.

When he came back he was a man transformed. He was clothed again. So much for becoming more primitive, Flora thought to herself. He freed her from her restraints. She rubbed her wrists and arms to bring some sensation back into them. He gave her a bottle of water and a bowl of pellets. She crouched and ate in silence, then peed under a tree. He led her back towards the shed on all fours, pulling her by the chain as she crawled in the late afternoon sun across the clearing, past the campfire and into the shed.

Once inside he spoke.

“I have to head home now. You are not done yet. You have a few choices for a change. I can take you with me, which means the course will be incomplete and your daily routine will change dramatically once you’re at home. You can continue on the course as discussed earlier. The path hasn’t changed, the boat still awaits you. Or I can summon Violet’s Master and you can go with him for a while. What say you?”

Flora thought for a moment. How different would it be back home? She’d still be naked and working 12 hour days. What else could he take away from her? She had been through a hellish ride on these islands, how much worse could it get? The challenge of the course still intrigued her. She felt she would have some freedom to chart her path even though there were risks involved. She wanted to see Violet, she wondered how she was doing. But her Master was another piece of work.

“I’ll continue on the course,” she replied.

“Very well,” her Master said with a smile. He removed the metal ring from around her neck and knelt down and programmed her ankle bracelet. “This won’t tell you anything, it’ll just keep us informed,” he said, “now go on your way.” He pushed Flora out of the shed.

“Any supplies, Master,” Flora asked.

“You’ll find them along the way,” he said, “just walk up the path where I had you tied up earlier today.”

Flora headed out, the setting sun glowed in the distance as she disappeared into the woods, her bald head shining, her dirt and sweat stained body dragging along.

About forty minutes into her walk, with the sun fully set and evening covering the island Flora came upon a small bag. He was right, supplies for her. Two bottles of water, an apple, a packet of pellets and her toothbrush. She ate the apple and some pellets and washed it all down with a bottle of water. She brushed her teeth and peed. She decided to stop for the night.

III

She slept very peacefully through the night. It was very pleasant, a cool breeze blew across the island. She woke up when the birds were chirping and the sun was beginning it’s ascent. She got up, yawned and stretched, and dusted off her body. She wondered if that freshwater spring would appear somewhere, she wanted to take a nice cool bath somewhere. She ate the rest of the pellets and drank most of the remaining water. She brushed her teeth and splashed some of the water onto her face. She resumed her trek through the woods. The path was dry, there were no more signs of the recent rainstorm. She stopped to relieve herself, she found some leaves to wipe herself with. It was going to be a hot day, she could sense. She hoped to come across more supplies soon, at least some water.

She came across the spring. It was small but it was refreshing. She drank copiously from it and took the opportunity to wash herself. She knew she was at a considerable elevation. She was hungry but there was nothing she could think about eating so she decided to move on for some more time. The water had filled her and quenched her well and after another hour of walking she saw the downward slope, rather steep but it led to a beach and she could see a boat in the distance.

Flora was thrilled. She made her way down the slope, trying to keep her footing as it was steep. She decided to get down on her hands and knees and crawl backwards so she wouldn’t roll down and get hurt. When she reached the bottom she ran across the warm sand to the boat, ecstatic that she had at least reached one of her course goals!

The boat was wedged between two rocks. In it there was a bag with food and water, a compass and a note. She read the note:

Paddle across the lake in a N/NE direction. Use the compass. You will see two islands, one much smaller than the other. Go to the larger one and your course will continue there.

Flora took the opportunity to eat some pellets and bread and drink water. Then she squatted next to the rocks and peed. After emptying her bladder onto the shore she climbed onto the boat and began paddling, using the setting sun as an initial guide but then focusing on the compass.

It wasn’t easy paddling even though the lake was calm. She took in the sights. Everything seemed so calm, so peaceful. She had rowed away from the shore, the compass pointed to the NE direction. It was getting dark.

She began to notice that there was some water at the bottom of the boat. Had it sprung a leak? She wondered. Soon her ankles were submerged and the boat seemed to be taking on water really fast. Flora was terrified. She could swim back to shore if she had to. She tried baling out some water with an empty water bottle but it wasn’t helping. The boat was filling up. She jumped over the edge into the cool lake and the boat turned over with her. Her supplies and compass went underwater, the paddle floated away. She held onto the boat and looked around. It was dark, the moon wasn’t very bright. She figured her ankle bracelet would give away her static position and her Master would come and get her.

The lake was deep. Flora let go of the boat and took a dip. It felt really nice and refreshing but she needed to get to shore as she couldn’t spend the night in the deep waters. After a while she decided to start swimming, by clinging onto the boat for support and paddling through the water. She had no idea which way she was going. She began to tire. She stopped, holding the capsized boat for dear life.

Then she saw a bright light coming towards her. She hoped it was her Master or somebody familiar. It was a speedboat. When it got close, she recognized the person at the wheel. It was Berger, her Master’s trusted assistant.

“You’re so pathetic,” he said, offering his hand to Flora. He pulled her into his boat and handed her a towel. “Dry off,” he ordered her, “you’ve managed to upset Master to no end. He wants you home tomorrow.”

Flora dried herself and wrapped herself in the towel.

“What are you doing?” Berger demanded, “you know the rules,” he snatched the towel from her and put a collar and chain on her and secured her to the side of the boat. “Now sit still!”

They reached the shore in under 10 minutes. There was a campfire on the beach and Flora could see two guys sitting around, stirring a pot. A cooler rested near them. Berger pulled her by the chain onto the beach and they walked towards the men.

“You got dessert Bergs?” one of the men asked in a European accent.

“No, just my Master’s slave. She messed up again so she’ll spend the night with us before he takes her home tomorrow,” Berger replied, pushing Flora onto the ground, next to the warm campfire.

The men were staring at her. The other one said, “he’s sure done a good job with her. It’s hard to find a slave that’s got it all these days. Slav, you like this kind, don’t you?”

“So Bergs, what’s the plan? I know that we can give her a full head of hair sooner if we shampoo her head with our cum,” Slav said, snickering.

“And rinse it off with piss. We’ve got plenty of beer and all night,” said the other guy, “Bergs, shall we?”

And so it began and continued into the wee hours of the night. Berger cuffed Flora’s hands behind her back and made her approach each man on her knees. Each blowjob ended with a cumshot to her stubbled head. After the first round the three got up and pissed all over her head and face. Another round of the same followed. Then they took turns fucking her and spraying their cum on her face and head. They held Flora down and lifted her legs above her and pulled them back, spreading her wide. With the amount of piss and water she had drank by then, she was ready to burst and she peed all over herself. Soaked in piss and cum, the campfire long extinguished, they left her on the sand and retired to their sleeping bags.

Berger rose a few hours later, pulled Flora off the ground and dragged her to the lake. He removed her shackles and ordered her to wash up. Soon they were back on the boat, headed for the mainland as the sun was rising. Master was waiting on the shore.

IV

The ankle bracelet started to vibrate. Flora woke up as a result of it. She sat up and looked ahead. The sun was rising. She had been sleeping so soundly that the chirping of the birds in the distance didn’t wake her. She folded her legs at the knees and rested her chin on them. She sat like that for a few minutes and finally summoned enough energy to get up.

She stretched her arms above her, as wide as the wrist chain would allow. She rotated the metal ring around her neck. She looked around, not a soul in sight. She could see her Master’s house in the distance, several feet below, past the forest. The lights were on. The other slaves were awake, getting ready for the day.

Her failure in course had meant that she had been banished from the house. She was still under His control but she had to serve him in a new, creative way, else risk expulsion or trade. She wanted neither. She wanted to remain as Flora for she had nothing else going on in life. Her 21st birthday had passed, she didn’t even know about it. She knew it was autumn as the hot and humid days had made way to hot and dry days. The days were just as long, but the nights were a little more pleasant and she didn’t mind living out in the open.

She knew she had to start working soon. She walked over to the 55 gallon drum and refilled her gallon jug with water. The drum was about half full now. She drank some water and splashed some on her face. She set the jug down. She decided to pee before starting work. She walked towards one of the shrubs and squatted a few feet from it. The ground sloped a little behind her so as she emptied her bladder the warm liquid flowed behind her and pooled near the base of the shrub. Once she finished, she got up, leaving a few drops of piss clinging to her thick, curly pussy hair.

She walked back to the drum and picked up the 15 pound flat stone and began to walk. She tried to keep her back straight as she carried it along the marked path, to its destination, 100 yards away. The sun was clearly visible now in the distance, her tanned skin started to glisten with sweat as her muscular arms carried the stone. She reached another 55 gallon drum, 100 yards away and set the stone down next to it. She sipped some water from the gallon jug at that end, picked up another stone and walked back to her starting point. Her day had begun.

Even on a dry day she sweated. She had to carry the stones back and forth all day, every day. She lost count of how many times she went up and down that dusty path. Her feet were caked with dirt, her body was sticky. “A gallon to drink, a gallon to wash” were the instructions as far as water use was concerned. She usually washed mid-morning after pooping into the hole that had been bored near her path. She was too tired to wash at the end of the day. She brushed her teeth at wash time as well. She ate a handful of pellets each time she felt hungry. The daily ration was three cups. There was a bag at one end of the path.

Her head was no longer bald, the hair was growing back and covered her head with a thick stubble, maybe half an inch high at this point.

She was still concerned that has Master hadn’t paid her a visit since the day she started this new path. He was watching her from a distance, very closely and he was getting ready to visit.

VI

It was mid-afternoon on what Flora counted to be her 32nd day in isolation. She was taking a break, eating some pellets and drinking water. The sun was beating down hard. Her arms were sore and she desperately wanted to lie down and nap. But she didn’t dare take that chance. She picked up the stone and began walking when she could hear the sound of clanging chains get louder. As she approached the end of her path she saw her Master appear, holding a chain in each hand and wearing a backpack. And at the end of each chain was a new girl.

Flora put the stone down and looked at them. “Greetings, Master,” she said, smiling. She was happy to see him. She hoped he had come to take her back to the house. “I have been good Master,” she continued, trying not to look at the girls on chains.

But she couldn’t resist looking at them. Both were beautiful and sexy. One was a blonde and the other a brunette. Both had their hair neatly tied with a scrunchie. They were on all fours, their hands were in leather mitts, velcroed together so that they remained fisted. A chain linked their wrists. Each wore a metal ring around her neck, to which Master’s chain was attached. Both were naked and had medium-sized breasts, bigger than Flora’s ever were. Their breasts dangled below them, peaking at the nipples.

As they came to a stop near the drum, Flora noticed the gag with a hole for a funnel. They also wore knee pads and ankle chains. And their asses were plugged and a 9-tails was attached to the plug. Tails, Flora thought to herself. They were also dragging some load with their ankles as a bag was tied to their ankle chains.

She couldn’t see their pussies but both wore earrings and navel rings. Fresh off the boat, Flora thought, still training, long way to go.

“Meet our new house pets. They have no names yet. They arrived yesterday and today is their first day and they need to be housebroken. We have a lot of work to do,” Master said to Flora.

The blonde was whimpering. Flora noticed the tear streaks on her face. Both were sweating. Master put the backpack down and removed a funnel.

“Heel, girls,” he ordered. The two “pets” got on their knees and straightened their backs. He attached the funnel to the blonde’s gag and slowly poured water in. She swallowed without choking.

“Good girl,” he said, patting her on the head. He proceeded to give the brunette some water as well.

Flora looked at their bodies. So firm, so smooth. No unwanted hair, nowhere near the hirsute state she was in. Their pussies were shaved and smooth. Bet they got to shower today, she thought with a tinge of jealousy.

The brunette used her fists to motion towards her crotch. She tried to say, “I have to pee” but it came out as a mumble.

“Flora, lead her to the bushes. Lick her clean when she’s done,” Master ordered her. Flora led the brunette to the nearest bush where both squatted. The brunette was still getting used to squatting. She leaned forward and pushed her fists to the ground for support. A clear stream of pee emerged from her meaty shaved pussy lips. It hit the ground and flowed behind her, down the slope. Some of it splashed off the ankle chain. Master had removed the load she was pulling. Flora finished peeing and asked the brunette to get on all fours. She crawled behind her and saw the 9-tails dangling between her legs. She lifted the leather straps and placed them on the pet’s back so she could see her pussy which was moist and glistening with piss. Flora brought her mouth close, smelling the sweet juices, mixed with some sweat and piss and began to lick. So clean, she thought to herself again as she continued to lick the drops off warm piss off the lips.

I

Flora was exhausted and sore. Her arms ached from constantly lifting and carrying the rocks and her legs were sore from the repetitive walking. She had to keep her breaks short for fear of being caught and punished for slacking off. Her elation at having company in the form of the two new slaves was short-lived as her Master returned that same day and took them away leaving Flora with the memory of their beautiful unbroken bodies.

Flora crouched at the end of her path and stared at her dirty calloused hands. She sipped water from the jug and stared straight ahead. She knew she was being watched at all times. Master had still managed to keep her isolated. She saw another human being only when someone came to replenish her supplies, basically water and pellets and her soap granules and toothpaste.

The days had turned into months and was approaching the one year mark. She had been on this leg of the course for nearly a year. But was this part of the original course? She didn’t think so. She had no idea what was in store for her or whether this was it, a lifetime of monotony and isolation.

She picked up the rock and began walking towards the other end. She kept her head lowered so as to keep the bright sun out of her eyes. It was a hot day. She could barely walk, she was too tired. She paused and set the rock down. She had to rest. Just for a few minutes, she said to herself. She lay down on the ground, on her side, and closed her eyes.

II

She must have slept for hours for when she woke up it was dark and the moon was high in the sky. She wondered if they had noticed that she had stopped working that day. She slowly rose to her feet and stretched her arms. She walked to the side of her marked path and squatted. She emptied her bladder onto the ground below her like she always did and then made her way to the end, forgetting that the rock still lay in the middle of the path. She was hungry and thirsty. She drank copious amounts of water and wolfed down two cups of pellets. She leaned against the 55 gallon drum and started feeling sleepy again. She closed her eyes and drifted off.

III

It was still dark when she woke up but it was very quiet. She looked around her and realized she was no longer outside. She couldn’t move anything but her neck. She noticed her arms were by her side and her wrists were locked to the ground. Her legs were folded at the knees and her knees were up against her breasts and her ankles were fixed to something. There was a gag in her mouth and her eyes were blindfolded. There was a plug in her butt. She was in a tiny box of some sort. She squirmed and struggled, hoping to get someone’s attention. Her stomach growled loudly, her mouth was dry, her head hurt. She pulled at her shackles hoping to attract attention and she did.

She heard something open and a woman spoke, “settle down. I don’t have time for your tantrums.” A pair of soft hands came in and removed the gag. Flora felt a straw near her lips, she grabbed onto it and sucked as much water as she could.

“Where am I,” she asked.

“No questions,” the woman answered sternly.  All I will say is that your Master is fed up with you and has asked me to help. You will go back and complete the course but before that I have to re-train you to be obedient and competent.”

She was freeing Flora from her shackles as she talked. Soon Flora was on her feet, struggling to stand straight. Her muscles ached from her time in the box. She was still blindfolded and she realized her hair had been cut very short.

“Settle down,” the woman ordered, “the rules are simple. Obey and you’ll do alright, screw up and you’ll be sorry. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Flora whispered.

“He’s taken good care of you. You’re not skin and bones and that’s good,” she said as she removed the blindfold. Flora shielded her eyes from the dim light in the room. “Time to get you settled in,” she said, leading Flora out of the room and down a flight of stairs.

She opened a door marked “1”. It was a tiny room, no more than three feet wide and long. In the middle of the floor there was a bowl of pellets and a jug of water. “Start here and I’ll be back,” Flora’s new mistress ordered her, leaving her to eat and drink in the tiny room.

Flora slowly ate the pellets, savoring every bite, washing each bite down with sips of water. Finally, the bowl was empty and the jug was half-empty. She was content but she desperately needed to pee. She decided to wait. In the meantime she used some of the water to wash her face and freshen up a bit. She stood up and waited, flexing whatever muscle she could in the tiny space.

Flora thought about the woman who controlled her now. She was on the chubby side, her thick thighs bursting out from under her tiny tight denim shorts. She was wearing a tank top that exposed a lot of cleavage. She was groomed and smelt good, better than any woman Flora had been with in ages. Her hair was neatly tied but she wore a mask so Flora couldn’t see her face.

When she returned Flora politely asked if she could relieve herself. Without hesitation the woman led her out of the basement and up the stairs to the outside. “You could use some fresh air,” she said, sounding a lot more polite than before. She handed Flora a freshwipe from a box on the porch and pointed her in the direction of some trees.

Flora slowly walked towards the trees. She looked over her shoulder and noticed the woman had gone inside the house. The late afternoon breeze felt nice. It was one of the nicer days even though it was hot. Flora looked around and noticed the terrain looked a little familiar. There was a clearing beyond the trees and thick forest after a downward slope. She felt as though she had been in that forest, during her ill-fated course.

She found a spot and was about to squat when she decided to make a break for it. With no one looking she figured she could make it into the forest and somehow find her way back to one of Master’s male friends. She didn’t want to be in the clutches of this woman. Flora wrapped one arm over her breasts and clutched the wipe with her other hand and ran as fast as she could, down the hill, glancing over her shoulder every few seconds and she entered the forest through a narrow opening in the woods. Once inside she hid behind a tree and watched the clearing and the top of the hill for a few minutes for the woman. Then she ventured into the thick woods, walking over branches and leaves, trying to tread lightly but realizing that she had to find a place to stop for the night. She hoped she was right about the location and that she would find traces of her past ordeal here. She figured she would need water soon and food by morning. She reached a small clearing and saw a wider opening in the trees and decided to make another run for it. After all she had been through, her stamina was great but she soon tired and came to a stop, leaning over and grabbing her knees, panting, gasping for air, drenched in sweat. She realized that she had been ignoring her full bladder for a while now. She was also thirsty. There were no flags to look out for. She had no idea where to find water but she saw an empty gallon jug at the base of a tree. It looked clean and must’ve held water in the past even though the top had been cut off.

Flora held it between her legs and peed nearly a gallon into the jug. She was glad she found the jug. After she finished she drank nearly all of the warm salty clear liquid to quench her thirst. She wiped herself with the freshwipe and discarded it. She as still out of breath so she sat beneath the tree. It was dark now. No one seemed to be looking for her. She closed her eyes and was soon asleep.

IV

When she woke up it was drizzling. She quickly held the jug out and collected rainwater. She managed to stay dry under the dense trees but with fresh water in hand she figured she’d be good to go for a while. She drank some of the water and waited for the rain to stop. It soon did. She got up and decided to venture through the forest in the dark. The moon was bright and the clouds were clearing fast. She trudged through the damp terrain until she came to the end of that stretch of woods. She could see a small shed in the distance. It was dark and there were tire marks leading away from it. It looked like a golf cart and there were bicycle treads as well. She set down her now-empty jug and slowly walked towards the shed. When she got there it was locked. She went around the ramshackle construction and nudged the planks of wood. She saw a tiny opening about halfway up. She stuck her hand inside and felt some gunny sacks. She pulled at the planks around the opening, praying the entire thing wouldn’t come crashing down. She managed to free one plank, mustering all her strength. She squeezed into the shed and in the moonlight surveyed what she saw.

There were two large sacks labeled “pellets” and another labeled “fiber grits”. Two crates of water bottles and a dozen or so loaves of bread were neatly stacked against a wall. There were other assorted cans of beans, jelly and so on. She wondered if this was the store-house for Master’s island buddies. She knew she couldn’t hang around for long. Somebody was bound to come back. She had to grab what she could and leave. The sacks were too heavy. She ripped them open. The grits were in small packets, she grabbed four. The pellets were in larger packets, she grabbed one. She found a duffel bag hanging from a wall. She emptied it of its contents except for the toothpaste and toothbrush. She had no use for charcoal and other stuff. She stuffed her loot into the duffel bag, adding two loaves of bread and two bottles of water and she squeezed out of the shed and returned to the edge of the forest. She picked up her gallon jug and headed off into the forest that lay beyond the shed. She had to cover a lot of ground before dawn.

When she was well inside the forest she started to get hungry. She looked at a packet of grits. It said, “prepare with warm water.” No problem, she thought to herself. She emptied the packet into the jug and peed into it, moving away so that the grits didn’t get too dilute. She was left with a salty mash of high fiber, high protein grits which she devoured and washed down with fresh bottled water. She got up and continued to walk.

Dawn was breaking and Flora was tiring again. She was walking up an incline now but was still surrounded by trees. Finally, when the sun had risen she could go no further. She found a small opening on the side of the hill, behind a tree and crawled inside. It felt cozy. She lay on the soft mossy surface, all curled up, clutching the duffel bag with her hand and closed her eyes.

The sun was high above her when she woke up again. She ventured out into the path and looked around. No one had come looking for her yet. She hoped she would find someone familiar soon. But what if she didn’t? She’d have to go back to that woman’s place or surrender to whoever controlled the shed she stole from. Either way, it would be hell for her, even if she somehow found her Master or his associates.

She dug a small hole with her hands and pooped into it. She wiped herself with a clutch of leaves even though it wasn’t really necessary. She went back into her little alcove and ate some pellets and sipped water. She brushed her teeth. She grabbed the bag and resumed her walk.

V

By now all she had left was some toothpaste, the toothbrush, the gallon jug and a handful of pellets. There was no end in sight. She was exhausted. Her legs were caked in mud upto the knees. She had some water thanks to the rain which also helped her wash her filthy body. But now the sun was back out and she was dirt and sweat-covered again.

She paused for a bit. She thought she had heard something. It sounded like footsteps. She went behind a tree and crouched, keeping the bag out of sight as well. She could see a blurry figure in the distance. She held still, her heart was in her mouth. The figure came closer. It was a tall, lanky man. He had short hair and a stubble. He wore nothing but a flimsy loincloth. His torso looked smooth as did the rest of his body. Flora remained frozen, hoping he would turn around. He finally did. She heaved a sigh of relief and resumed her journey.

She was walking as fast as she could. In her rush to get out she had left her duffel bag behind. “Shit,” she muttered and was debating whether or not to go back. She could still sense him. She decided to keep going. She didn’t recognize the man and didn’t want to fall into his hands. She started to run for dear life, through the thick forest. She could feel him getting closer and closer. The rustling of leaves got louder and louder until he was upon her and he pulled her to a halt with one arm around her chest and another over her mouth.

“Shhh,” he whispered, “you’re one of Berger’s girls. I heard you had escaped. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

Flora could feel his hard cock pressed against her ass.

“I’m going to remove this hand. If you scream, or struggle, I will hang you upside down from a tree and flog you day and night. Your Master will never know you’re here.”

He slowly removed one hand and deftly he pulled her hands behind her, letting go of her for a split second but he had her hands tied tightly behind her with his loincloth.

“You will do as I say,” he said, grabbing her by the arm and leading her in the opposite direction. Flora noticed his rock hard cock. She was expecting the worst.

“I don’t know you,” she shrieked and pulled away from his grasp. She made a run for it, trying to free her hands at the same time. She didn’t get very far. She was soon face down on the ground with his weight on her back. She sighed and gave in. There was no point in struggling. Master would eventually get her, she thought to herself as he slid into her. In spite of all this, she was wet and accommodating.

“Good girl,” he said, after climaxing inside her and pulling out. He pulled her to her feet and dusted her off. “Pretty girl like you should know better. You’ve defied me once and it will never happen again,” he said, leading her back in the right direction.

VI

It was getting dark. Flora was sore and exhausted. She tried to stay awake as she struggled with her restraints. He may look clean-cut, but he was brutal, she thought to herself. Her arms were tied behind her back and secured to a tree limb. Her legs were locked in place with a solid spreader bar so she couldn’t move them. He came around from time to time and lashed her with a 9-tails before plunging his rock-hard cock inside her. His movements were swift and hard, he didn’t like to spend too much time fucking her, he just wanted to cum.

Flora’s inner thighs were streaked with cum. He had even done her anally a couple of times during the course of the day. She had once again allowed a stranger to humiliate and degrade her.

She was thankful that he gave her water to drink throughout the day and a couple of times he shoved some bread into her mouth.

She wanted out, bad. She weakly tugged at the limb but to no avail. It was a thick limb and the shackles on her wrist weren’t coming off in a hurry. She hoped that he would at least let her lie down for the night. He had been gone for a while, she wondered where.

Flora emptied her bladder one more time, splashing on the ground below her. It was pitch black now. His little shack was dark. There was silence all around. Then she felt a sting in the back of her thigh. Must be an insect, she thought to herself. Then she found herself getting groggy.

I

Flora woke up, once again finding herself in a different setting but this one had an eerily familiar feel to it. She was lying on her side, the ground was hard and dry. She stretched one arm out in front of her and felt a concrete wall. She stretched her legs and felt another wall. Then she rolled onto her back and raised her arms above her to see if the ceiling was low. It wasn’t high enough for her to stand but she could certainly sit up, which she did.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stretched her arms. She searched around in the darkness  for whatever she could find. She found the door. She gently rattled it. Some daylight crept in as the door moved a little bit. She found a bottle next to the door. It was a water bottle. She drank most of it, her mouth was dry. She rubbed her ankles and noticed the mud was gone. The last thing she remembered was being caked in mud and dirt and tied to a tree branch.

Then she heard some voices nearby. A woman begging for mercy. That voice, she thought to herself, sounded very familiar. It sounded like the woman from whose house Flora escaped. Then she heard a male voice, “if this doesn’t teach you a lesson, then nothing will.” It was her Master’s voice. Flora was relieved to be back in his custody. That other man in the forest was up to no good. She concentrated hard, she heard a door open, more screams and the door slam shut. She moved to the other end of her tiny space and held her neck against the concrete wall. She could hear muffled sobs at the other end. She tapped on the wall but it was too thick.

Then her door opened. The light came streaming in. Flora looked away and covered her eyes.

“Come out of there,” her Master ordered. Flora crawled out, her eyes tightly closed. He pulled her too her feet. She slowly opened her eyes, looking down at the ground, not daring to look at him. He spoke slowly.

“Because of you someone else is suffering. Because of you my entire reputation has been tarnished. Because of you everything is getting messed up. Because of you I can’t seem to get anything done around here.”

Flora kept quiet.

“I don’t know what to do with you. I send you on a course and you find ways to get into trouble. You trespass, you flirt, you find ways to undermine me. I banish you to the hill and you slack off as well. I send you to one of my trusted female slaves for rehabilitation and you escape.”

“I’m sorry, Master,” Flora mumbled.

“Sorry won’t cut it any more,” he said sternly, “the medical staff is here today and you will get a full check-up. Go to the guest house and don’t stop on the way, they’ll need samples.”

Flora trudged off towards the guest house, which was 200 yards down a narrow shaded path. Once she got there she presented herself to the doctor and then to the dentist and in between she got her head shaved and was allowed to take a 15 minute shower. She scrubbed all the dirt off her body, enjoying the cool water and mildly-scented soap. She couldn’t see herself in a mirror, even the dentist blindfolded her for the cleaning.

It was dark by the time they were finished with her. She slowly walked back to the house, hungry and tired. The Novocain was slowly wearing off so her mouth was getting a little sore. She paused as she neared the end of the path as she heard a faint moaning sound. She looked around and saw someone dangling from a tree limb. She was caked in dried mud, from head to toe. It was the woman who had let Flora escape. Her ankles were secured with a spreader and her feet were several inches off the ground. She hung by her wrists which were attached to a chain. Flora quickly left the scene and reached the back porch of the house and sat on the steps.

After a few minutes of waiting she got up and looked into the kitchen window. She caught her Master’s eye and he came outside after a few minutes. He handed her a bowl of pellets and a bottle of water and went back inside. Flora crouched on the dark porch and ate in silence. As she was finishing the water he came back out and sat down.

“Remain crouching,” he ordered her, “hands behind your head.”

Flora assumed the position, struggling to stay still on her tired legs. Her hands were clasped behind her bald head.

He continued, “I’m going to offer you a few choices. It’s rare that you ever get to choose anything but this is an important choice regarding your future. You have nowhere to go. If I let you go you’d be in trouble. You’re failures can no longer be tolerated. You came to me willingly, if you hadn’t you’d be at Rock Island right now, with the rest of the sluts. You don’t know that all those cheerleaders, spring breakers, sorority girls and similar types have been rounded up for restoration. You’d be with them, living four to a cell, awaiting your fate, either hard labor or breeding. That is a choice for you. You can stay with me and serve a stiff sentence that will involve very hard labor or I can send you to a breeding camp. Or if you wish, you can return to the course and try to complete it this time with no help from anyone. If you stray from the path and fall into the wrong hands like what happened a few days ago, you’re gone for good. You final choice is to find a new owner. I can put you on the auction block. There’s no guarantee your new Master would be as kind as I have been.”

Flora listened to all of this in silence. She didn’t know if she had to respond immediately but he answered that for her, “think about this tonight. I’ll expect your answer in the morning. Now come here and get over my knees.”

Flora got up and positioned herself over her Master’s knees. Her palms were on the ground and she was on tiptoes so that her ass was in position for him. He slowly inserted two fingers into her wet pussy. He dug deep and put in a third finger. He withdrew them after a minute or so and wiped them on her back. Flora continued to look at the ground while her pussy was dripping wet and throbbing. He picked up a paddle. It was wooden with a thick layer of leather. Without warning, he struck her across her butt, the blow landing evenly on the two cheeks.

“Owwwwww,” Flora screamed, her eyes tearing up. He struck each cheek separately, two strokes each. Flora bit her lip to stop herself from screaming. Her butt was on fire, her skin had turned red. He struck two more times across the middle and Flora let out a loud scream. Tears streamed down her face and she as beginning to sweat. He lifted her to her feet and got up. Flora rubbed her butt with her free hand as he guided her down the steps and opened the door below the porch. Flora crawled inside and curled up on the floor, She lay on her side, her butt was stinging. She sobbed as the door slammed shut, leaving her in darkness.

She thought about her choices as the pain slowly subsided. She drifted off to sleep.

II

She was thirsty. She felt around in the dark for water and found a bottle. She drank from it and sat up. Her butt was still sore so she couldn’t sit for long. She lay on her side again and closed her eyes.

She thought about staying with him. She would do anything for him, work as hard as he wanted her to. She could do it. She didn’t want to go back on the course. It was too risky.

She thought about leaving him. He said he could auction her. What would her new owner be like? Would he or she treat her the same way? Would they feed her regularly and give her enough to drink? Would they shave her whole body? Would they pierce her? Would they brand her?

She thought about breeding. That sounded unpleasant. She didn’t want to do that for anyone except her Master.

She kept thinking. She fell asleep again.

III

She heard the door open. She crawled out into the morning light. She stood up and leaned against the porch. She tried to listen for the muddy woman who was hanging from a tree. She heard nothing. Berger came down the porch and said, “brush your teeth and eat your breakfast. Master will be out shortly to speak with you.” He handed her a toothbrush and pointed her to the tap. Flora crouched near the tap and brushed her teeth. She peed into the drain and washed her pussy at the tap. She went back to the porch and ate her food, pellets and a banana. She washed it down with lots of water and patiently waited for him.

When he emerged he asked her the question she had been expecting.

She answered it. She had decided.

IV

There were voices, there were screams, cries for help, voices begging for mercy, for favors, for comforts.  All were sneered at by those in charge, led by Flora’s Master. He was kind and gentle if one obeyed him and Flora knew that very well. He had expanded his collection with new recruits. They were struggling to come to terms with his methods. This wasn’t the sexual utopia that had envisioned. This was serious business. It was called restoration. Plush bedrooms with attached baths had been replaced with six by six stone cellars with a hole in the ground. Fancy meals and drinks had been replaced with pellets, grits and water. Dressers and closets full of the latest styles and designs were replaced with constant nudity.  A counter full of make-up and toiletries had now made way for a toothbrush and some soap.  Grooming supplies and visits to spas had been replaced with nothing.

Flora couldn’t see the new recruits. She could barely catch conversations through the thick steel door of her cell and the loud air handlers that cleansed the air in the dungeon. She sat on the floor with a 50 pound steel ball chained to her neck and shackles around her ankles and wrists. A few pellets remained in her food bowl, the water bottle was near empty.  She had no idea what time it was or what day it was. The light glowed constantly and there was no window.

When the key turned in the door she expected her next meal, instead she got a cellmate.

“Say hello to Orange,” her Master said, pushing the girl into the cell and slamming the door shut. The key turned and he was gone.

Flora looked up at Orange who was shaking. She was tall and skinny. Her breasts were smaller than Flora’s. Her dark brown hair was unevenly cut to shoulder length. There wasn’t much hair elsewhere. She was very new to the system. Her pussy had no more than a light stubble.

Orange crouched near the door, breathing deeply. She finally spoke, “may I have some water?”

Flora replied, “what’s your story?” and pointed towards the bottle.

“Thank you very much,” Orange replied, out of breath. She drank most of the remaining water and leaned against the wall, her knees folded to her breasts. She put the bottle down and grabbed them.  “I came a few days ago. Probably same background as the rest of them.”

“Don’t say too much,” Flora replied, “you’ll get used to it. I did.”

Orange stared at Flora’s hairy pussy. “Have you always been that way?” she asked.

“No, Master restored me. He will restore you and the rest of them,” Flora replied.

The door opened and Master stood there brandishing a crop. He pulled Orange up and looked her in the eye, “what are you waiting for? Get down on all knees and lick your cellmate’s pussy!” he ordered her. Orange dropped to her knees and slowly brought her face close to Flora’s pussy. Flora pulled her legs up. Orange couldn’t get herself to get any closer and that’s when her Master lashed her on her bare back and bottom.

“Get to work,” he screamed. Flora pulled closer. Tears streamed down Orange’s face as she reached for Flora with her tongue as lashes landed on her. She buried her face in Flora’s hairy pussy and began licking. Flora sat in silence, not daring to moan or enjoy this. By now the lashes had stopped and Master was fucking Orange’s shaved pussy from behind. With each thrust Orange’s face buried deep into Flora’s pussy. Flora quietly climaxed, flooding Orange’s face with her cum. By then Master had pulled out and squirted his cum on Orange’s back.  He dragged her out of the cell by her arm and shackled her legs high above her to two pillars. He left the door open so that Flora could see. He began lashing her pussy and inner thighs as she squirmed and screamed on the floor. “Please, stop,” she cried.  He lashed her breasts for good measure, removed her shackles and dragged her back into Flora’s cell. He slammed the door.

Flora held a sobbing Orange in her arms and reassured her, “it’ll get better. Just do as he says.”

Orange slowly calmed down. She tried to talk about her past but Flora wouldn’t let her. “It’s not right,” she said. All she could gather was that Orange was a junior in college who was on Spring Break with four of her closest friends.

“The five of us were in a cell down the hall, no bigger than this one. It’s scary what’s happening to us,” Orange said, tears welling up in her eyes again.

“It’s not,” Flora said, “this is for the best.”

“What do you know? Look at you,” Orange said.

“Trust me. You’ll be thankful once things settle down.”

“They haven’t for you. You’re still naked, hairy and shackled!”

“That’s His will,” Flora lowered her voice to a whisper and leaned in to kiss Orange. Orange found herself drawn to this shackled stranger. She closed her eyes and let Flora kiss her passionately. Parts of her body were still stinging from the lashing. She felt her juices flowing.

“Here, let me soothe your pussy,” Flora said, motioning Orange to lie on her back.

Flora got onto her knees and leaned over as Orange lay on the floor of the cell with her knees folded. Flora looked at her swollen pussy lips, now covered with a light stubble. The wax job was slowly being reversed. She drew her tongue closer and took in her smell. She warmed up with a few flicks of her tongue on Orange’s clit. Then she went in with everything she had, licking and sucking the new slaves pussy. There were no wild curls to maneuver, though Flora imagined what Orange would look and taste like a few more months down the road. Orange moaned softly as Flora licked and probed her with her tongue.

“Don’t hesitate to cum,” Flora whispered as Orange lay there, rubbing her clit with her fingers while Flora continued to eat her pussy.

Orange suddenly pulled away. “Footsteps,” she shrieked.  Flora grabbed her hand, “don’t worry, darling. He won’t come for you for a while now.”

“I don’t know. Look at what he did to me today,” Orange said, “plus, I have to pee badly.”

Orange got up to walk the three feet to the hole. Flora had other ideas.

“Orange. I’m thirsty and since you drank the rest of my water why don’t you hydrate me,” she said.

“I don’t understand,” Orange replied.

“It’s something you’ll have to learn to enjoy,” Flora said.

“You want to drink my piss?” Orange asked, puzzled.

“Every last drop. Master’s regimen makes our piss sweet and clean.”

Flora lay on the floor. “Come, squat over my mouth,” she said to Orange. Orange lowered herself onto Flora’s mouth. Flora put her shackled arms behind Orange, bringing her into position. Orange grabbed the wall to balance herself. Flora cupped her lips onto her still-wet pussy and licked her clit a few more times.

“Come, baby, let it flow,” she said.

“This is so weird,” Orange said as she relaxed.

Flora took in the warm, clear piss. She drank every last drop. Not a single drop was spilled from her mouth. Once Orange was done Flora licked her clean before she got up.

“Now we wait,” Flora said, sitting up again. Orange stood by the door and stared at the wall.

I

Flora and Orange were relieved that he had paused for a break. Their ball-gags were locked together, their tits pressed together and their bodies strapped together and were suspended from the ceiling by their wrists. Their legs had been spread wide and their thighs and ankles had been strapped together, just tight so that they’d be uncomfortable but not too tight so as to cut off circulation. Their feet were several inches off the ground.

They hung there, one veteran hairy slave and the other a fresh recruit, bearing the earliest signs of restoration. But it was still a contrast. Orange’s stubbly underarm was no match for the thick curls on Flora. Their pussies had a similar contrast. The hair certainly cushioned Flora’s pussy from the lashes that came from underneath.  Red marks were criss-crossed on their backs. With each lash their tits rubbed together. They couldn’t flay about on their own as they were so closely strapped together. Tears ran down their faces as they whimpered with each lash, with each crack of the whip, the 9-tails, the leather paddle.

They couldn’t scream. They closed their eyes as he struck them, each getting her turn. Flora was calmer than Orange. She knew when he would stop. But she was hungry. Her bladder was full. She had to hold it in until he let them down. He hated accidents during these sessions.  Orange kept her eyes tightly closed as he lashed her from her ankles and up to her upper back. Their nipples were peaked, their pussies were wet from all the stimulation. Orange thought about her friends. She couldn’t hear them. She wondered if they were still in the tiny cell. At least they were together. She thought about Spring Break. The beaches, the sun, the bikinis, the drinks, the men, the debauchery. The pain was unbearable. He seemed to focus on her more than Flora. Not fair, she thought. She drifted in and out of consciousness. Did she have enough tears to get through this session? She tried to think about better times. She imagined herself in the shower, soaping herself, shaving herself. The cool refreshing water on a hot summer day.

She didn’t realize that he had paused yet again. Her skin was on fire. The thought of a shower helped. But it would remain that, a mere thought.

He put blindfolds on them now. He removed their gags for a few minutes. They gasped. He gave them water and put the gags back on. He let them swivel from the ceiling as he tended to other matters.

He came back for another round, this time focusing on Flora first. He landed blow after blow with the leather paddle, evenly reddening her ass and legs. Flora was about to let go, she couldn’t hold it any longer. She squirmed and moaned but managed to hold on. He knew exactly how she was feeling.

He let Orange down first. She could barely get onto her feet. She was sore and exhausted.  “You must be thirsty,” he said, “Flora can help with that.” He positioned her under Flora. “Every last drop, slut. Drink up,” he ordered, “don’t spill else you’ll be licking the floor.”

Orange did not complain. After all, the roles were reversed back in the cell. Flora let it go, relieved. Orange struggled to finish but she did. He pulled her back onto her feet.

This time the cell was very small. It was underground. It was pitch black. There was no toilet. There was nothing. Flora and Orange were lowered into the tiny space, one by one. They were blindfolded and gagged. Their wrists and ankles were held in place, a few inches apart, with solid steel bars and a leather strap kept their arms fixed by their sides. They crouched next to each other with no room to move. The hatch closed shut. The only noises apart from their moaning and whimpering was that of the air circulation and their stomachs growling.

II

There was virtually no room to move. Flora and Orange crouched next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, virtually immobilized by their restraints and the tiny space. Flora knew there would be some relief but Orange had no idea how long they would be in there. She was very hungry and thirsty and slowly feeling the urge to pee. She couldn’t bear to think about peeing right there. Where would it go? Her body ached from the lashing and suspension. She was sweating. She was shaking with fear. She thought about her friends. He had named them after fruits. He called them his fruit basket. There was Peach, Apple, Plum and Cherry. Why did he choose her first? What was he doing to the others?

Flora managed to reposition herself so that her butt touched the ground. She had never been in this space before. This was new. Plus she was sharing a small space with someone she had just met. She liked Orange. She wanted to help her and guide her through these early times. She hoped Master wouldn’t take her away from her. It was refreshing to have a new companion.

Soon the cover was opened and they were pulled to their feet. Their gags were removed but the blindfolds were kept in place. One by one they were fed. Some water, a scoop of pellets and more water. They were gagged before Orange could ask something and pushed back into the hole.

Orange clenched her thighs tighter as time passed. She was about to burst. She didn’t want to crouch in a puddle of piss, she’d rather drink it. She thought about anything that didn’t involve water. That was hard. It was hard not to thinking about the beach, the swimming pool, the shower, coffee, mixed drinks.  Flora, on the other hand, had learned to keep her mind blank. She remained still and calm and Orange kept squirming and fidgeting.

Finally, they were brought out of the hole. Their ankles were freed and their gags were removed.

They were made to take turns quenching their thirst with each other’s piss. Flora was returned to the hole without a gag this time. The lid remained open so she could hear Orange screaming as she was once again suspended and whipped from neck to toe, front and back. Her heart went out to her but she knew it would get better for her over time. She was new to this but her Master had clearly changed his initiation methods.

The rest of the fruit basket listened as their beautiful friend was tormented. It would soon be their turn.

III

Orange didn’t say a word the next time Flora saw her. She was crouching in the corner of the cell, her body covered in thin welts that were merely red and not swollen. He was so good, Flora thought to herself, what a pro with the whips. Her face was tear-streaked, her body caked with dirt and sweat. It had only been a couple of hours since Orange was being tormented. Flora was now back in her old cell, back in her shackles but without the 50 lb ball. She was a little fresher than before, having brushed her teeth and pooped before returning to her cell.

“Are you OK? Can I get you anything?” Flora asked her, without realizing how ridiculous her second question sounded.

Orange didn’t say a word.

For the next several hours they sat in silence, eating and drinking when served. Both of them pissed in the hole, not feeling the need to quench one another. Flora drifted off to sleep. Orange curled up on the floor in a fetal position and dozed off as well. Flora was so sound asleep that she didn’t know that Master had come by to take Orange away for another session. This time there were three of them, taking turns with each hole, cumming and pissing all over her for hours, letting her stew as they caught their breaths and quenched their thirst before starting all over again. When they were spent, they left her in that state. She topped it all off with her own piss. Her humiliation was complete. She could no longer think about the happier times. But restoration was far away for her.

IV

It wasn’t until several days later that Flora and Orange’s paths crossed again. Orange bore few signs of her torment. The welts were gone, her body had been hosed down. She had brushed her teeth and she had been fed the usual slave fare. They were outside for a change, out in the hot sun, shackled.

Flora let out a smile when she saw Orange. Orange looked at her and weakly smiled back. Her pussy was covered in a darker stubble. Flora had been hosed down the previous day so she felt clean. Now they waited for their Master to announce his intentions.

He came out of the house and headed towards them. He motioned them to sit on the bench. They sat down on the narrow bench, their thighs touching, their feet planted far apart, palms on their knees.

“The fruits have been picked,” he said, “last night Cherry and Peach were transferred. Apple will be leaving soon but Plum will stay.” Plum was the relatively chubby one in the bunch.

“Orange, I know you and Flora have bonded. Therefore I have crafted a plan for the two of you. You are still being initiated so you will find every step difficult and painful. Flora will help you through it. Good luck.”

He went back inside. Orange was confused, “what does he want us to do?”

Flora replied, “I’m not sure. Maybe we’re going back on the course. We have to find our way to a new destination and avoid being captured. I was on that until I messed up and he brought me back here. Don’t worry, it’s carefully laid out.”

“Like Survivor?” Orange asked, “the TV show.”

“I don’t know.”

This time was going to be very different, very difficult and very painful.

V

“Please Master, I can’t do this anymore,” Orange begged as she stared down at her, whip in hand. She was lying on her side on the ground, her ankles were shackled but two twenty pound weights were attached to each ankle. Her wrists were also shackled and another shackle was attached to her collar and that was connected to a fifty pound ball. She had to crawl from one end of the yard to the other, back and forth. She had barely made it across once and she was struggling.

“Keep moving,” he ordered. Orange dragged herself along the ground, pushing the ball and pulling her feet behind her. He cracked the whip several times as she struggled to move. She was panting, sweating profusely, suffering a lot. Flora, on the other hand, was faring a little better.

“That’s it, you good for nothing slut!” Master yelled at Orange. He undid his belt buckle and lowered his pants. He grabbed Orange from behind and plunged into her pussy. She let out a scream and he covered her mouth with one hand and squeezed her breasts with the other as he fucked her hard. Her pussy was throbbing and was dripping wet. Before he came her pulled out and pushed into her asshole. That’s where he shot his load, every last drop. Then he pushed her to the ground, pulled up his pants and went inside. Orange sobbed, the tears mixed with her sweat and the dirt. She pissed all over herself. Flora had slowly worked her way towards Orange.

He came back and removed her shackles. “Failure to comply,” he barked as he shackled her tightly. Her arms were shackled behind her back, her ankles were fixed in place. He lowered her into the ground and closed the lid, not before he fed her a large helping of warm piss.

This time she was desperate. Orange struggled in the dark hole, screaming at the top of her lungs. This hole was outside and the lid had three small openings for air. She knew they could hear her. She pulled at the solid steel bar that held her wrists. She finally gave up and slumped to the warm ground in tears.

After some time a hose was lowered into the hole. A funnel was attached at the other end. Whoever was above ground poured a bucket of runny salty grits at a rate faster than Orange could swallow. She managed to catch some on her thighs and knees but most of it got onto her body, face and hair. She ate what she could. The hose remained in place. Then came a warm trickle. Someone was pissing. Orange grabbed the hose with her lips and began drinking. She didn’t want any of that on her body. The grits were beginning to dry. Thankfully some water was poured down the funnel but Orange just drank it all.

The hole was three feet square, hardly any room for her to lie down.  She leaned against one side and planted her feet on the opposite side. She was sore and miserable. It was getting dark outside. She calmed herself and closed her eyes.

When she woke up she had to pee. She was also thirsty. She heard footsteps above ground. She grabbed the hose with her mouth. She drank what was served. It didn’t matter who it was, it tasted warm and sweet. The grits had completely dried on her and she wished she could wash it off. She lay back and peed against the wall. The ground would absorb it, she figured. She sat up and tried to sleep.

When she woke up it was morning. Sunlight was streaming into her hole and there were people above ground. She started to dig a small hole with her heel. The ground was fairly hard but her piss dampened it. Once she got a good chunk of earth loose she pushed it away and squatted over it. She pooped into the makeshift toilet. As she finished she heard footsteps close to the hole. She went near the hose, expecting something. More grits came down, streaming in before she could get in any position, covering her as she ate what she could.

VI

She was brought out a week later. Her body was caked in dirt and dried grits. Her hair was matted and tangled as well. The floor of the hole was covered in grits and pellets. Her makeshift toilet, which she had ingeniously fashioned, was full. She stood on the ground, her eyes adjusting to the bright sun. She was quiet. It was futile, she thought, there’s no point struggling on complaining.  Flora was doing some yardwork in the distance. There was another woman working as well and she was also naked.

Orange stood there, still shackled, but glad to be standing upright once again. Her limbs were sore from crouching. She desperately wanted to wash up.

“Your bush sure goes at a geological pace,” Master commented, “you’re no use to me unless you look like you’re supposed to look, the way you were created. The way all women were created.”

Orange said nothing.

“We might as well wait until those thick curls form between your legs. Why clean you up now? You’re better off down in that filthy hole.”

Silence.

“Nature can be cruel. You wax and shave and hope to impress and you upset the body’s natural process of regeneration. Your pits are filling up nicely.”

He summoned Flora, “take her to the porch and give her a minimal.” He proceeded to remove Orange’s shackles. She flexed her sore arms and legs.  She followed Flora towards the porch. Flora filled a small bucket with water. She handed Orange her toothbrush and pointed towards the drain. Then she gave her a cup of water to wash her face and hands with. After that Flora asked Orange to lie on her back and fold her legs at her breasts so she could wash her ass and pussy. Flora gently scrubbed her holes with soap and water, even going as far as inserting her fingers in her pussy to clean it. She could sense an intense urge coming over both of them, but with Master only yards away, they couldn’t take any chances.

Orange was partly clean. Her hair and the rest of her body were still caked in dried grits, dirt and sweat. She crouched near the porch, waiting for his next move. Flora washed her hands and went back into the house. Master followed her back in leaving Orange all by herself, unshackled, outside the house.

Flora emerged with a bowl of pellets and a bottle of water. She sat next to Flora and said, “it’s for both of us. It’s nice to see you again.”

“Likewise,” Orange whispered and proceeded to eat in silence. As she was taking the last sip of water she heard him yell from the house, “Flora! Go clean out the hole.” Flora quickly got up and grabbed a bucket and broom and scurried towards the hole. Orange sighed. She knew she was going back in there. Then she heard the sound of shackles. She turned her head to see who was coming. Master emerged from the house, chain in hand and behind him was Orange’s good friend Plum. Orange managed to control her shriek as she jumped up.

“Sit down,” he yelled at her. Plum emerged from the house into the bright sunlight. She averted her eyes, closing them tightly as he brought her down the steps into the yard. She slowly opened her eyes and looked towards Orange. She was expressionless.

Plum was a little thick and chunky. Her tits were large and well-rounded, she had an extra inch around her waist and her thighs were nice and thick. She was about 5’8” with her once long brown hair now cropped to shoulder-length. Now she had ankle chains and wrist chains on her. She was also wearing a steel collar that had a chain attached to it. The chain rested between her tits.

Orange could see the tuft of hair under her arms. Plum’s bush had grown back faster. She used to shave, not wax. Soft dark brown curls had formed. For once, Orange envied someone’s bush. They had all taken so much pain to keep their pussies bald and smooth.

“Enjoy the fresh air,” he told Plum, “no one wanted your chubby ass so you get to stay with me. These tits of your will go south soon. Look at your friend Orange. She’s barely got tits but she’s also falling behind in bush regrowth. At least you’re better off in that department.”

“Too bad you’ve been alone for a while. So has Orange. At least you’re not covered in muck like she is. If you want to be like her, we can arrange it. In fact, we’ve arranged something very special for the two of you. Get over here Orange.”

Orange got up and walked over. She stood next to Plum, her arm brushing against. She felt a tingle. It was nice to see her friend. In happier times, she’d say “OMG, I’m like with my BFF!” Not any more.

“Wasn’t the hole pleasant, Orange? We fed you, we even brought you out today and washed you. Now Flora is cleaning it out to make room for two. I’m sure you and Plum will be very comfortable down there.”

Plum had no idea where the hole was or what it was like. She had just been brought out of her cell for the first time since arriving here. She was glad to get some fresh air. She stole glances at Orange while Master kept talking.

“Orange, you and Flora have some work to do. Follow me,” he said, leading Plum by the leash towards a set of trees.  He waved Flora over and she scurried across the yard to join them. Orange tried to remove some of the caked grits from her arms as she followed everyone else.

She and Flora waited under a tree as Master undid Plum’s shackles and then made her spread her legs wide so that he could chain them to two tree trunks. He made her raise her arms and he secured them to chains that hung from the branches.  Plum was terrified. She was sweating.

“Plum will get her first lashing today. She’s had a comfortable stay so far in the basement Hilton. Now it’s time to set her on the right path towards a complete restoration.”

“Please, Sir, I’ll do anything,” Plum begged him.  He went around and grabbed her cheeks and shushed her.  He picked up a whip from the ground and came around her back. He slowly ran the leather strap down her spine and along her butt crack.

“Such a lovely body. I bet you were never happy with these curves and folds. Here we respect everyone, every shape, every size,” he continued, “Orange, come over here!”

Orange stepped forward. He handed her the whip. “Whip your friend,” he ordered her.

Orange was petrified. “I, I don’t…” her voice trailed off.

“Do as I say or you’ll be sorry,” he said in a very calm voice.

Tears welled up in Orange’s eyes. Plum was quietly sobbing. Flora stood by, watching in silence. He called her over. “Get on your knees and position your mouth below the chubby’s pussy. She’s due for a piss and you’re due for a drink.” Flora did as she was told. She knelt down and positioned her mouth close enough but not touching Plum’s newly hairy pussy. “It’s OK,” she whispered, trying to reassure her.

“I don’t have all day, Orange,” his voice was rising. Orange took a step back and got into position. She raised the whip. “I’m sorry honey,” she said and brought the whip down on Plum’s taut back. She let out a scream. Her body arched forward and her pussy rubbed against Flora’s tongue.

Another lash followed, across her back. More screams, “owwww, please stop!” Orange kept going, working her way down Plum’s back, across her butt and onto her legs.

“Good slave,” Master snickered. By now Plum’s pussy was wet from Flora’s tongue. Her juices were flowing too but she couldn’t think about it. Her body was on fire. Red marks criss-crossed her back. Flora no longer waited for Plum’s body to move, she was licking her away.

“I…I… have to pee badly,” Plum said through her tears, “please, let me go.”

“That’s what Flora is for,” Master responded, “Keep going, Orange!”

Orange landed a few more lashes on the back of Plum’s thighs. She was exhausted, sweating and panting. He grabbed the whip from her hands and went around to the front. He lashed Flora’s back for good measure. Each lash pushed her mouth against Plum’s pussy which was dripping wet.

“She’s thirsty. Help her out,” he ordered her. Plum had no choice. She let it flow and Flora, the pro that she was swallowed every drop of the warm clear piss that emerged from Plum, licking her pussy clean as she finished.

“Get up Flora. Step aside,” he ordered her. Flora went and stood by Orange who was still panting. He began to lash Plum’s breasts and belly as she screamed louder with each blow.

When he finished, he put the whip down and said, “welcome home. Flora, come with me.” He walked away, leaving an unshackled Orange by a sobbing Plum.

“I’m so sorry,” Orange said, stroking Plum’s face, kissing her cheeks, tasting her tears.

“It’s not your fault,” Plum whispered, “you were obeying him.”