Amy stood shivering, almost entirely silent, a low keening whimpering underpinning every breath in wordless animal fear. Her eyes flicked fleetingly across the figure of the short woman scrutinising her and then darted back to the floor.
Trembling with cold as the icy droplets dripped from her naked body, Amy didn't dare cover herself. Instead she stood still, crippled by the fear that moving might invite further attention.
Her breasts - bloated out of all proportion to her body - still bore the angry dimples of her torturous time crushed against the spiked corpse tray. Her gold-ringed pussy dripped with ice water and her own wetness, but the true devastation Amy had undergone was written not on her flesh but in her posture.
The happy carefree career woman who'd cheerfully collaborated with her sister's fatal plan a few days previously had been replaced by a timid, cringing shell, shrinking herself into the smallest space possible as if simply staying quiet could save her.
Beside her, her spine already creaking from confinement, Penny stood not with the still numbness of nameless dread but in apprehensive fight-or-flight fear.
Her engorged tongue lolled out of her lips in an obscene invitation, still red and swollen. Her gargantuan tits throbbed as her body continued it's eternal obedience to Nurse Taylor's drug infusions, steadily, relentlessly filling her inhumanely oversized udders with milk, backing up through her mammaries as pressure built behind the evil, sealing caps that kept her thick nipples under constant cruel torture.
As the water dripped from her throbbing tits, Penny could feel the burning return to her ass, wakefulness reminding her of the punishment studs that kept her tight cheeks abraded at all times, and her shifting as she struggled with the sensation set her serrated cunt-rings jingling, the microscopically irregular surfaces grinding cruelly against her thick, hanging lips, tugging and chafing her brutally ringed clit, fraying her flesh in a steady, constant motion artfully designed to neither offer any permanent damage nor a second of relief.
And Penny glanced up with her wide green eyes and saw the faintest flicker of approval on the newcomer's face, a flicker of amusement in her almond eyes.
"Please..." Penny said, knowing even as she forced her heavy tongue into motion that it was futile "Please could... Could you let Amy get warm? Please? W-we're so cold..."
The lady’s eyes widening, a kind of mock shock “Oh my dears! Of course, we don’t want you to catch a cold and get sick. We can definitely get you warmed up”
Neither girl could take their eyes off the grinning Asian woman, her smile sweet but her teeth reminded Penny of a tiger. They barely registered the men slipping thick leather collars around both girls necks and magnetically sealing them: a pink collar for Amy with a gold ‘Sugarsquirts’ name tag affixed to the leather, Penny’s black with dull spikes on it.
“On your knees girls. Crawl over here and kneel in front of me.”
Both obeyed. Massive breasts swaying, Penny tried to keep her head and eyes averted to the floor but found that unless she kept her head up the spiked collar would be forced down into her breastbone. As such, her head was held high as she shuffled towards today’s trainer who’s agenda at this point was still unknown.
Amy followed wordlessly, her eyes kept to the floor so her eyes weren’t assaulted by the hideous jewellery gouging Penny’s intimate area as she rubbed her thighs together.
Close up, it was difficult to tell exactly the heritage of the young woman; there was an Asian accent to her words but difficult to pin down exactly where. In reality, she was half Korean, half Chinese and had been deeply embedded in some of the unsavoury aspects of both regimes...
When they were both kneeling in front of their mistress, the grinning turned to a harsh glare. It was obvious that she was waiting for something but neither girl had received any more instructions on what they had to do to appease her.
Suddenly, Penny remembered the previous day they awakened in their dungeon quarters with Kaya, and quickly locked her hands behind her head, breasts thrust out. Amy sluggishly copied her sister and still shivering, thrust her bruised breasts out in the same way.
The dark-haired woman beamed at them “Good girls! We are going to get on just fine if you continue to obey well! I am Mistress Mudan and I'll be your teacher today! Madam Buckley had signed you up for a few extra curricular intimacy activities. Before we get into that, let me just make a few things clear…"
In an instant, both collars tightened by a third. The crushing shock caused both girls to buck and instantly reach for their necks before their new Mistress stomped her heel don't with a crack.
"DONT. Move"
Their breathing restricted and their throats uncomfortable, they could still breathe with pained difficulty. The sisters straightened up and put their hands back on their head, their watering eyes locked on their new Mistress.
“Don’t even speak to me out of turn again, or ever speak to me without referring to me as mistress or goddess. I would hate to have to rip out your tongue after all the special care Nurse Taylor has taken to enhance it. Am I clear?"
"And you." Her dark eyes bore down on Amy , whose face was turning pink "I expect...no demand, more vigour from my girls. You will serve with a lot more zeal than you have displayed this morning. Perk up!! Or maybe we need to send you off to the doctors and get you changed a bit as well?"
Penny and Amy knelt, eyes bulging as they struggled to suck air past the suddenly snug collars, the tightness calculated, constantly adjusted by almost microscopic sensors embedded in the tight leather so that the slightest hint of relief or easing of pressure was instantly cut off, the slightest hint of escape into unconsciousness countered by an almost invisible relaxation.
Every breath felt like a struggle, a fight to inflate their burning lungs as their bodies panicked on the edge of asphyxiation, but by straining their bodies to the limit and enduring the fire as their spasming lungs were seared by the oxygen starvation it was just possible to hold the position Mistress Mudan demanded of them.
Amy stared up, terrified, her face turning an ugly red as her mouth gaped wide, sucking in air in a pathetic, shrill whistle like someone breathing through a straw. The poor woman would never willingly confess it, but the brutal ways poor Penny's body had been changed repulsed her, from the grotesque ruination of her once impressive breasts into a parody of femininity to the utterly sick piercing and weighting and stretching of her most intimate folds, looking at what her sister had become made Amy's flesh creep.
"Yyeessss.... Go... Oddesssss" Amy wheezed, tears welling up in her eyes as she wasted precious oxygen signalling her frantic submission, and was rewarded by a tiny curl of Mudan's lips as she nodded, her head dipping a fraction of a millimetre.
Petite though Mudan was, she seemed to tower above the two submissive sisters, her authority radiating out from her body with almost physical force.
The woman's entire physical appearance seemed calculated to humiliate Penny further: her black hair was elegantly coiled, her brown eyes offset by eyeshadow the exact deep green of Penny's own eyes, her mouth was small, tightly closed and precisely defined by a lipstick so deep as to seem almost black. Topless, her breasts were small and apparently effortlessly perky, her nipples a mere caramel subshade away from her natural skin-tone and virtually flat.
Involuntarily, Penny glanced down at her own capped udders where the metal nubs kept her own teats twisted and straining, stretching relentlessly, and then jerked her head back up hurriedly, as for one brief second her tortured airway was closed entirely.
"Pl... ease... Goddess... T... Teach... Us..." Penny panted, desperately trying to match her sister's obedience, although she utterly dreaded what was coming.
Unlike Amy, Penny had the terrible foreknowledge of what Claire had planned for her two puppets next, and she was horrified by the thought of this woman taking charge of their sexual training, not simply from the instant, almost military, speed and precision with which they were now being punished, but simply because it was obvious that Mistress Mudan's requirements were going to be brutally exacting.
If Penny had known precisely where Mudan had learned her trade, and how rigorously Cruciatu had bid to iron out Mudan's excesses and worked to limit her more merciless impulses to punish imperfection when she first joined the twisted operation, Penny would have been screaming even given her slow suffocation, but even without that terrible knowledge she had to fight an urge to vomit as Mudan stepped forwards, pacing so close that her thick black bush brushed maddeningly against Penny's open, gasping mouth, infusing every precious breath with her musk.
Amy stayed rigid, eyes swivelling desperately to try and see her sister's plight as Mudan stared down into Penny's terrified eyes...
...and then raised her heel again, stamping the sharp stiletto savagely down into Penny's thigh with a snort of disgust.
"Do. Not. Speak. Out. Of. Turn." Mudan intoned, twisting the heel into the bare olive flesh with every word. "Filth."
She stepped back, dealt Penny a brutal backhand, and leant idly against the wall once more as she watched the broken pony struggle between sobbing, hyperventilation, and the simple desire to beg for forgiveness.
"We will begin teaching when I choose" she stated, smiling "and however pathetic you are now, I promise you will achieve absolute perfection. I will destroy neither of you. You will prove my skill. And Director Buckley will be so grateful for Mistress Mudan when she sees my results..."
The smile Mudan gave this time was genuinely warm.
But nevertheless Amy began to shiver not simply from cold but from absolute dread.
With another flick of a button, the collars released their vice grip. It took nearly all their strength to not collapse from relief as they both gasped and sucked down unrestricted air. Amy was having a sharp coughing fit as she knelt there , trying vainly to hold it and not displease the stern teacher any further.
"Come, come! We better get a move on, don't want to keep your classmates waiting."
With a strength not matching her small frame, she yanked both girls forward and they began the slow crawl to the elevator.
Amy was too broken to resist as she was dragged into line, grateful to be permitted the chance to crawl instead of to suffer the pain and horror of trailing behind her sister and dragged by the chain linking their tortured clits, but there was no escape this time from the jangling horrorshow that was Penny's cunt, her always pronounced labia swinging, stretching, dripping as the serrated steel rings swayed and strained at her sister's sex, keeping the delicate flesh in permanent pain. Beyond, Amy could see Penny's swollen udders swaying, slapping together painfully as the torture caps on her nipples scuffed at the cement.
The grotesque abuse of her sister's body seared its way into Amy's mind, blotting out her fear as she subconsciously sought any bright side to her imprisonment... But that pathetic attempt at self-preservation became almost instantly counterproductive as the two slaves knelt in the lift, and Mistress Mudan's considering eye lit first upon Amy hunched at her feet and then tracked across to where Penny's bloated udders were practically resting on the icy metal floor as they rose slowly towards the surface levels of the complex.
Penny couldn’t help but moan as the speed caused increased friction on her labia and anus. The color returned to her face, she continued to keep her head up to get the pressure off her neck while at the same time the weight of her breasts made her back arch painfully.
The pert ass of Mudan just a metre ahead of her covered in a tight black cotton from her dress. The woman strutted with an alluring ease; confident, sexy, commanding. The dress was short enough that Penny could see she had no panties on. There was something about her which seemed new to Penny, different to the other trainers she had encountered so far...
The metal floor on the lift brought back more chills to the girls as they rose from the basement depths.
"So..the new sisters.!" Mudan looked them both up and down via the mirrored screen, before her eyes stopped on Penny's large veiny orbs. "You don't look very alike to me. I'd prefer you both look the same...if we want to market your future pay per view videos as sisters" She eyed over Amy's breasts before looking her in the eyes with a knowing smile, terrifying the younger girl with the idea that she would be moulded to look more like Penny.
Grinning back into the mirror she addressed both girls “I've read your files. Madam Buckley has shared some of your sexual histories: everything she knows anyway. If we're going to squeeze the best performance out of you I want to know everything. Don’t lie to me.’ Her finger stroked the small black remote for their collars while another hand was now tenderly stroking Penny's head.
“You will tell me, one by one.. How many sexual partners have you had and how many times have you been with a woman? How many times before Cruciatu had you had anal sex? And most importantly for today…Can you deepthroat? Tell me everything”
Mudan slowly squatted down with Penny now, stroking her quivering cheek in a tender way, but almost like she was acting, putting on a show “Don’t be afraid, you may speak. Tell me everything my dear”.
For her part, Penny was lost in fear of what might be awaiting them above. The night before she had convinced herself that anything would be better than the milking shed or Nurse Taylor's terrible surgery. Now she was far less confident in her optimistic assumptions, and the way Mudan was demanding information on her sexual suggested to Penny she had every right to be fearful.
"I.. Yes, Goddess Mudan" Penny whimpered, unable to meet the steady gaze of the teacher's eyes. The soft touch of Mudan's delicate fingers on her cheek should have been tender, should have been calming. Instead Penny could feel the goosebumps of fear breaking out on her skin.
"I have had three long term partners, Goddess Mudan" Penny confessed "and... And I think f.. Four casual partners or flings. Maybe a few one-night stands?"
She swallowed nervously as Mudan smiled and brushed her sodden hair back behind her ears.
"I've never... I never went with a woman. I... I kissed... I kissed a... A friend once. F-for a dare. It... It was our graduation party and... And someone joked it was our last chance to experiment in college and she... She grabbed me and kissed me and... And s-she said she liked my tongue and..."
Penny dissolved into tears.
The pressure had been building as she spoke, as she remembered her past life, as she relieved a time filled with limitless hope and absolute trust, and now the dam burst as she found herself mourning her past dreams and excitement.
Mudan simply nodded, wiping away the tears on Penny's cheeks with a reassuring smile.
"It is okay" she said "I am sure she did love your tongue! Your mouth must have been very pretty back then. And I am sure you enjoyed kissing this mysterious horny little slut, did you?"
Mudan smiled as she saw Penny's eyes flinch at the vulgarity of her words, and once again her head nodded by just a fraction of an inch. This information hadn't appeared in Director Buckley's summary of Penny's past, but the woman's frightened reaction had just given her the reason for the omission. It was no odds to Mudan - the teacher was far too capable of reconciling multiple contradictory and conflicting principles to bother paying any attention to the Director's reticence or hypocrisy - but it could well prove interesting.
She brushed Penny's cheek again and spoke softly, prompting her to continue: "So. This one lovely kiss. And of course your own sister. And Nurse Taylor. But no other women...?"
"No." Penny wept. "No women willingly. And... And I only tried anal twice. It hurt too much."
She shuddered, involuntary clenching her ass around the devastating plug as Mudan began rubbing her thumb across Penny's lips with a slow, deliberate sensuality.
"And... I... Yes, I can deep throat." Penny whimpered. "I'm really good at it. I... I used to say it was my speciality, it was my go-to offer for landing a guy, I... I think it only ever failed one time, Goddess Mudan."
Now she met Mudan's gaze and the despair in her green eyes seemed suddenly intensified. "It failed when I... I tried to give it to James. To Claire's..."
Penny broke off again, dissolving back into self-pitying sobs, and this time when Mudan brushed away her tears she raised her fingers to her own exquisitely painted lips, and delicately tasted the slave's despair.
"Lovely Penny, lovely. Thank you for sharing that with me, it's pleasing to hear you can already deepthroat! But... there is always room for improvement, yes? We can always squeeze a little more technique out of you. Good to know you can skip the beginners lessons and go straight to XL and advanced technique with you. When we are done with you you'll be able to fit cock and balls in your mouth!"
Penny's tears stopped almost immediately as Mistress Mudan took her pride in her past blowjob experiences and translated it into the terrifyingly high standards she expected.
But the ponyslut only made it part way through a frantic "No, I-" before Mudan patted her head as if dismissing a bitch, and Penny fell instantly silent, unable to clarify that her skills had been limited strictly to guys at or below average cock size rather than whatever monstrosity passed for "XL" in Cruciatu's merciless assessments.
"Nothing to be done about the anal pain I'm afraid. You need to keep in mind; as you serve a master with your ass that he might enjoy your pain. But maybe we can work on some anal orgasms maybe?"
She cast a raised eyebrow at Amy.
"Speaking of orgasms, I have seen your are taking quite well to our aphrodisiac treatment!" Mudan was positively beaming at Amy. "Little Sugarsquirts. We'll be having lots of fun today, don't worry. Lots of cumming, lots of squirting orgasms! Just remember to ask for permission today, ok? Don't want to have to put you back in that nasty tray and bruise this sweet peach any more, do we?"
Amy started hyperventilating at the thought of another day in the corpse tray and was about to start blubbering for mercy when Mudan cut her off with a stern gaze. For an instant it seemed to Amy that her collar had snapped tighter than a noose as the elevator walls telescoped in around her and she felt again the hideous oppressive weight of the entire earth crushing her down, down, down into the demonic steel spikes slowly skewering her body as she screamed into the hideous blackness in which her corpse tray was confined.
"And you? Answer the questions and anything else you can tell me. I'm interested to know if you were always a big squirter, or was that just the drugs that brought it on?"
For her part Amy was crouching in humiliation as she mentally calculated her own past relationships and realised with a jolt of horror what was coming.
Her dread was fleetingly forgotten as Mistress Mudan beamed at her, showing real warmth and affection in a dazzling smile as she praised the shameful way Amy's cunt had been increasingly conditioned to squirt, dwelling almost lovingly on the mocking name Trainer Leo had assigned her...
"No Goddess Mudan" Amy whispered, her whole body shaking as she fought against the urge to simply run in blind, futile terror. "I... I mean I was never... I didn't know I could squirt. I... I didn't used to get so wet before."
She swallowed, averting her eyes from Mudan's stern face, and then immediately looked back up, blushing harder than ever. Mudan's knees had parted as she squatted down and when she glanced away from the teacher's immaculately made-up face Amy found herself staring under the tiny skirt and directly at the thick nest of hair concealing Mudan's cunt.
"I... Its all the drugs, Goddess Mudan" she repeated "I'm sorry. I w-won't cum without permission, Goddess. I... I want to be a good pony, I promise I'll try harder!!"
She drew a long, shuddering breath as she tried to remember the full questions Penny had answered, squirming as she realised again what her confession would require, and resumed.
"I've had two really serious relationships with guys, Goddess Mudan" she began "And... And lots of not very successful dates and short term things that just didn't work but... But I've done quite a lot of anal to try and keep guys happy."
She swallowed, cringing as her gaze flicked to take in Penny's surprised face in the mirrored lift wall, explaining "I really don't do blowjobs very well so I... I didn't mind anal if it... If it kept them happy, Goddess."
Mudan was deeply engrossed in Amy's recount of her sexual history, her eyes locked onto Amy's, like a attentive new partner on a first date. The finger stroking her cheek had slowly traced down to her nipples and was tracing its way down her belly. There was another long pause and when Amy continued again it was almost in a whisper.
"I've been with three women too, Goddess Mudan. B-before here I mean. I... I was... I never told my family b-but I... I identify as bi and... And I spent two years living with a lover. I... Sorry Penny. I... I didn't mean to lie."
Penny started at her sister in astonishment, blinking stupidly as she tried to map her sister's words to her memories and then spoke without even thinking:
"Wait... Katie?? You dated Katie??"
Rage flashed across her face at Penny's verbal astonishment. In an instance her attention was refocused like a laser, and faster than she could blink Penny’s hair was grabbed as Mudan took a small metal implement from a small punch on her side.
“I just knew I would need this today, just didn’t think I would need it so soon! Hold still!”
She nimbly clipped one end of the spring to Penny’s tongue ring, while the other was clipped to a ring at the front of her collar. Penny’s fleshy tongue was now stretched flat past her chin and pulled painfully to her collar.
“GGGGGGAAAAAA!!! HHHHHHAAAAAGGGGHHHH” Spit and drool sprayed out her mouth as she hissed in distress, her bulging eyes pleading up at her mistress.
“QUIET!!!” A harsh slap that sent Penny sprawling onto the floor. The movement caused immense pain on her burning tongue, the spiked collar digging into her shoulder blades. She lay there, drooling and sobbing as Mistress Mudan ignored her, regained her composure and came back to Amy, just as the doors opened on the ground floor and fresh air rushed in.
“I’m sorry about that Amy…Thank you for sharing! I’m so pleased to hear that you would offer your ass to please your partners! You will make a good sex slave if you are attentive to those who you serve. We can give you lots more anal here, probably more than you can handle; but it’s all about pleasing your master or mistress now! I’m sure if we load you up with sugar first we could probably even get a few anal induced squirts going!” A cheeky wink to Amy, as if they were two girls discussing sexual exploits over brunch.
“And you like women too! That will make the future much easier for you. Thank you for confirming; there was a note regarding your housemate but it was unconfirmed by Madam Buckley… Good to know! I can’t wait to see what a good pussy licker you are. Did you learn a lot from Katie?” Mudan’s playfulness was increasing, she was now tweaking both nipples and leaned to whisper in Amy’s ear. “I can’t wait for you to show me. I’m sure Penny would like a bit of relief too, the poor darling hasn’t been allowed to cum since she got here.”
Her teeth gnashed at Amy’s ear lobe now in a decidedly less friendly manner “I might just have to look up Katie as well… What do you think she would make of you now? Maybe if you’re a good little slave, we can see if she might be able to join our little party here, hmmmm? Do you think Katie would like some anal training?”
Mudan suddenly noticed that someone was waiting to enter the lift. A guard was holding the leash of an older, extremely tanned woman with slightly sagging but large breasts. Her head was covered in a thick leather punishment hood and her skin was covered in dirt and sweat
“Oh I’m sorry for holding you up Simon! Let me get these ones out of your way!” A swift kick to Penny’s ribcage got the whimpering woman back on all fours with much difficulty, right before she was yanked forward with a garbled scream. The leash on her collar now pulled her tongue as well. She was now desperately trying to find a balance; keeping her head high to stop the spikes digging in, but now too high to stretch her tongue further. It was an impossibly torturous situation; and she wasn’t even an hour into her day.
Amy had crawled on ahead now, not wanting to see or hear Penny’s additional torments.
“Thanks Mu!” The man chirped. “This ones been on hard labour through the night so I got to get her back to the cages. At her age she needs her rest!” The blinded woman stumbled forward and the doors shut behind.
Mudan led the girls through the bustling halls. The air was indeed much fresher than the girls were used to; they had been in the basement levels for the last few days, although neither was in the right state of mind to enjoy it.
Various guards, nurses, technicians were bustling around, usually guiding some prancing ponygirl, wheeling cages or gurneys or moving around other creates, boxes and equipment. Many women were walked through in various states on bondage, some clanking heavy metal contraptions or restricting leather harnesses.
The slow crawling pace down the hall resulted in many approving glances towards the girl, especially Penny who would be a sight to behold even without her tongue stretching. Mudan even stopped to chat with many people, flirting, laughing, telling them all about the two girls as if they were two pet dogs. Penny suffered greatly while these conversations happened, but she dare not even make a squeak lest she draw further fury from her mistress.
The longer it took, the more humiliated and nervous the girls got. On the final stretch Mudan picked up the pace, making the girls shuffled as fast as they could on their hands and knees.
Amy crawled ahead of Penny as much as she could, absolutely tortured by guilt. If she'd had more trust in her sister, if she'd had more confidence in herself then Penny wouldn't be suffering now. Or at least, she would be suffering slightly less. Even crawling ahead of Penny and keeping close to Mudan's heels Amy could hear her sister's gurgling whimpers of pain as the spring stretched her tongue and forced her to choose between torturing her tongue with extra tension or allowing the thick steel spikes to stab down against her flesh.
She should have come out before, Amy knew. She was almost sure her family wouldn't have minded. Certainly Penny wouldn't have minded, but... It had seemed such a huge step at the time. Such a scary choice. So Amy had hidden part of herself away and now... Oh god. Now Penny was suffering because of her concealment and even worse, even worse Mudan would probably go digging for information on Katie. Claire could probably find her if she tried. She could...
They stopped again as Mudan chatted to a guard and Amy started to weep once again, crushed with despair as her imagination conjured up the nightmare vision of Katie's beautifully athletic frame smeared with sweat and grime, aged by captivity until she resembled the poor broken wretch Simon had led back down in the lift as she and Penny reached the surface.
Behind her, Penny howled as Mudan reached down and pushed her head back, straining her twisted tongue to show the guard Nurse Taylor's handiwork.
She was furious with herself for speaking so thoughtlessly, so stupidly. What on earth did it matter how Amy identified when they were trapped in a living hell like this? Amy could be straight or queer or completely asexual for all the difference it would make. Claire would still see them both raped and used and trained as sex slaves for any partner she or the trainers demanded. It was nothing, a revelation so utterly trivial it barely needed acknowledgement... And Penny had been stupid enough to be shocked by it.
Stupid enough to anger Mudan for the second time, barely in the first fifteen minutes of meeting her.
Yet another member of Cruciatu staff whose first impressions had been to see Amy as the almost perfect obedient golden slave and Penny as a disobedient disruptive bitch in need of correction.
The guard ended his conversation with Mudan with a laugh, aiming a playful kick to Penny's left tit as it hung there, an inviting, bloated target, and Mudan set off again with a carefree giggle, striding away to make up for lost time, forcing Penny to adopt an agonisingly fast crawl that left her panting, trailing drool as she lollopped along with her tongue out, tits swaying harder at the increased pace. Further narrowing the slender tolerance between torturing her tongue and ramming the spikes of the collar down into her soft, swollen titmeat.
Penny could barely see where she was going, all her attention on keeping up with Mistress Mudan's pace.
So that when the teacher and her sister stopped dead at the entrance to a room, Penny's head rammed unceremoniously against Amy's ass before she even knew her sister had stopped.