Ste 115 3

  STE 115

  Part 3

  By Jake Ward

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  The depictions of some realities in this story are not done to promote these activities, but are part of the story to show the terrible effects of such activities on human life. If graphic depictions of such activities are offensive to you, or if reading such material is illegal for you where you live, then please stop now.

  Please do not try any new sexual practices, especially those that might be found in BDSM/fetishes titles, without the guidance of an experienced practitioner. Neither this publisher or the author are responsible for any loss, harm, injury, or death resulting from the utilization of any information contained in this story. This story is fiction and all the persons and events are creations of the writer's imagination.

  Chapter One

  The next few days were as busy as any the Doctor and Trainer could remember, and what made it worse, much of the work they were doing they had to keep completely to themselves or else leaks could occur that they could ill afford. The Doctor prepared to meet Watts at the airport and make the grab of their latest victim. At the same time, Trainer interviewed a young man that he felt could assist in the training and care of Holt (XX). He was glad that he kept a small reserve of people he had already interviewed for possible positions at the compound. This young man's name was Williams, and he hadn't impressed Trainer enough for a full time position, but he decided he would use him on this special project. He explained to Williams that the nature of this project was a little different. That he would be working directly under the Doctor and himself. He wouldn't have any contact with any of the other captives or personnel in the compound, which seemed strange to Williams, until Trainer explained there was a lot at stake on this particular project, and they'd really looked for someone they felt could handle it. They were afraid if any of the other Bosses found out about it, they would demand to be able to participate since this project was going to be so lucrative. The idea that he could share in a particularly profitable project as long as he kept it away from the other Bosses was all he needed. Williams was hooked. Trainer brought him in within a couple of days so he could start getting the old space opened up again and ready for use. There was also some new equipment that needed to be installed, and Williams could help oversee that.

  Trainer was very pleased that he was on schedule for taking Holt. He'd already spent some time developing a training program for him. He knew this was going to be difficult, and that Holt would be very resistant, but he also knew that he was exceptionally good at what he did, and Holt was, finally, just another man that needed to be broken to his will. The fact that he had a history with this man didn't really change that dynamic significantly. Trainer kept reminding himself how important it would be to remember that fact during the first part of the training. As it turned out, within a couple of days he had gotten so involved in the planning that he found himself getting a little anxious to go ahead and take Holt. He was working on a scenario for that, and he was becoming more and more confident it could work well. Of course part of the motivation was the million dollars he would be getting once Mr. Y took possession of Holt (XX), but another part, and this surprised Trainer a bit, was a sense that he was going to enjoy this.

  Of course, Holt was only one of his issues. He had to get the compound ready for another captive. That always took some extra work and preparation, and this time was no exception to that rule. He talked with Murphy, one of his senior Bosses, and told him that he would be depending a little more on him for the next few weeks. Murphy of course, was delighted that Trainer felt he could be trusted with additional responsibility, because he felt that eventually that would translate into more money.

  Trainer also had to start getting 104 ready for his new life as a she/he. The Doctor had explained that Mr. X wanted breast implants and some rather unusual tattooing work. While the Doctor wanted to get the implants taken care of soon, there was simply no way to fit it in for a few more days, but that didn't mean that other details couldn't be addressed. Trainer instructed all the Bosses that from now on, 104 was to be referred to in feminine terms only. It was interesting that the only one who verbalized a response was Holt, who said, "I've always called that bitch a bitch so it won't take any extra work to remember that," but Trainer found himself thinking, "don't worry, you'll only have to remember it for a few more days," then laughed to himself while it looked like he was laughing with Holt.

  Trainer also had to make time to begin extensive electrolysis on 104, as X had ordered that she was to have no hair below her eyes, and he was debating about removing even that. However, he didn't want it shaved, he wanted it gone. The fact that such work was fairly painful didn't seem to concern him in the least.

  Additionally, the Doctor supplied Trainer with hormone supplements that 104 would begin immediately. The only real change that 104 noticed were the high heels. All of a sudden his life became much more difficult because he now had to go through most of the day in high heels. The other thing that really bothered him was that all of a sudden everyone was referring to him as a girl, all the time, not just some of the time as they always had. That fact, after his time with Mr. X was really scaring him. Needless to say, neither the Doctor or Trainer felt she needed to know anything at this point, either about the sale or the coming transformation. What difference would her knowing make? She would start figuring more of it out after the implants. Of course, neither one of them intended on telling her what the surgery was about, let her be surprised when she woke up.

  Anyway, with all this going on, it seemed like it was Friday about 20 minutes after the conversation that the Doctor and Trainer had had several days before. The Doctor was preparing to leave with Watts to make the grab of the new victim, so Trainer needed to be ready to receive him at the compound. Samuels was going to drive the limo for the Doctor, which was another first, just one more detail that Trainer felt responsibility for..........DAMN.........it was actually going to be a release to be able to spend a few hours later in the initial stages of breaking the new captive, he found himself looking forward to it.

  * * *

  Riley couldn't believe his good luck. Here he was, landing in Houston, Texas with the prospect of a great job. Finally, things were beginning to pay off for him. He'd been working his ass off for several years since dropping out of college, but it looked like he might finally be on his way. If he could start, even in a lower level management position in this guy's company, then he felt confident he could begin to climb that ladder of success. There was Mr. Watts now.............

  "Hey, how was the flight? Hope you can get used to the warmer weather we have down here," Watts said jovially, but thought to himself, "but since you'll be naked very soon and probably remain so for most of the rest of your life, it shouldn't be too bad for you," and continued to laugh and smile at Riley.

  "A little change of plans guy, the President of our corporation flew in here about twenty minutes ago. I hadn't realized he would be around, but we ran into each other. He's already waiting in his limo, but he said he'd love to meet you before we headed out to one of the sites........if you're interested."

  "That would be great," the young man said, not believing his good luck, in Houston less than an hour, and he was already meeting the President of the corporation. Man, Fortune was smiling on him!

  They went by baggage pick up to get his bags. Watts had told him to bring as much as he could now, as he had said, "it would be less to go back for later." So Riley had pack three large bags and told his roommates he would contact them for the rest if he decided he wanted any of it. He didn't have any furniture, mostly just clothes, and he had most of those with him. He'd planned on making a success of this visit, after Watt
s had seemed so enthusiastic about his potential with the company. Watts was glad that he'd brought as much as he could, it would help when they piled it all up in the room in front of him.

  When they got to the limo, Watts and Riley set the bags by the car as Watts said, "You can just get in for a minute to visit with the President, then we'll be on our way." As he bent over to say hello and get in, extending his hand to the gentleman seated in the back, he felt something hard jab him in the ribs, at the same time the gentleman pulled him inside the vehicle and he felt a needle jab him in his thigh.

  "What the fuc.............," was about all he got out before he was enveloped in darkness. Samuels quickly put the bags in the trunk, got back in the car, the whole operation having taken about two minutes. From the curb, it looked like anyone else being picked up at the airport by friends. After all, this wasn't the first time they had done this.

  The Doctor knew the redhead would be out for about two hours, and groggy for about half an hour after that. That gave them plenty of time to get back to the compound in the warehouse district to begin to introduce this captive to his new life. Watts still didn't know if he was going to get him for his first night, but he was hopeful.

  As they got back to the district they headed for the two buildings the Doctor owned. They were almost identical, and in fact, one contained a legitimate warehouse operation. The second one was even used for overflow sometimes, but it wasn't the kind of place where people really paid that much attention to what was going on. That was one of the features of the area that the Doctor had liked best when he found it years earlier. Samuels drove the limo into the building as the door raised, then the door lowered behind it. There were other vehicles on this level because this was where most of the people associated with this operation parked, but with over 50,000 square feet on this level, and three other levels like it, there was plenty of room.

  In the privacy of the garage, Samuels stripped the young man and put his naked body on a flatbed dolly. He and Watts took the new arrival to the same room other new arrivals had been taken. It was similar to the room 115 and others had been beaten in, but the Doctor preferred this one for this purpose. Maybe it was because there was furniture and an exhibition platform for the captive, that always seemed to make them feel more uneasy, more vulnerable. For whatever reason, the new arrival found himself coming to on that platform, in that room. His forearms were bracketed together behind his back, the Doctor always seemed to prefer that method of restraint, because it left so much of the body exposed........at least the parts of the body he liked to play with. Riley was naked except for the temporary training collar around his neck.

  "What the..................AAAAGGGGHHHH," he screamed as his neck seemed to catch on fire. He obviously couldn't reach it, but that didn't stop him from trying as he jerked his body around, vainly trying to free his arms.

  "Hey, you...........AAAAGGGGHHHHH," he screamed again, as his neck was burned again.

  "BE QUIET!!" the Doctor demanded. "I prefer that you should remain silent during this portion of your orientation," the Doctor said calmly, as he relaxed in a stuffed chair, also on the platform, in front of Riley. "Mr. Watts, if you please."

  With that Watts grabbed Riley from behind, lifting him from under his armpits, and putting him on his knees in front of the Doctor. He'd done this enough before to know that this was the way the Doctor liked being seen at this stage. Relaxed, and in complete control. It was unnerving for the newly ensnared.

  "I don't know who"...........WHACK........he fell to the floor again, then his neck caught on fire again......AAAAGGGHHH!!

  "BE QUIET I SAID," and for emphasis this time the Doctor nodded to Watts, who slapped the young man again. "We can go on like this until you've been beaten senseless, but there really is no need. You have questions, and I have answers, but you must remain silent for me to share them with you...........Mr. Watts, please."

  Once again, Watts lifted Riley to his knees in front of the Doctor. He'd been hurt enough that they had his attention. He stayed quiet, and the Doctor began to speak. "I know you must be confused right now, so let me explain where you are and what has happened. You are in my training compound where I break young men such as yourself and train them for the pleasure of other wealthy men. You, like many others before you will be trained to become a pliable, enjoyable plaything for one of my customers. Outside these walls you lived your miserable little life, you experienced what you thought of as freedom, when in fact you were a captive to a great many forces around you. You were a captive to the fact that you had to support yourself. You were a captive to the greater societal and economic forces around you. You were a captive to some of your own baser feelings and desires, but inside these walls you are simply, my captive. You may at first think of this as a loss of freedom, but I like to think of it as freeing yourself from so many other constraints so that you are free to do one thing very well, please another man in any way he chooses. Outside these walls you lived by the rules of society, inside these walls, you live by my rules. Your old life is over now, and your new life is just beginning. One other thing, just in case you were wondering, you'll never be outside these walls again unless I choose to make it so."

  Riley was stunned into silence by this little speech. He truly didn't know what to say as he found himself kneeling in the presence of evil, of insanity. However, he couldn't argue with the fact that there was nothing he could do about what was happening to him right now. He didn't know where he was, how he had gotten here, or if there was any way of getting away from these mad men, but they had certainly demonstrated their willingness and ability to inflict whatever level of pain necessary to keep him in line. This is when he was glad that he didn't share the trait of so many red heads of a temper that was always flaring up. If anything, he was actually more calm than most guys, and now he was glad he could think a little and not simply react in rage the way he had a moment ago. Then he decided how he would respond.

  "May I speak," he said simply and quietly?

  He said it so quickly and in such an unexpected way that it caught both the Doctor and Watts off guard. Watts started to strike him again, but the Doctor held up his hand, indicating that Watts should wait. Frankly, the Doctor was intrigued. In all the years, with all these victims, this was a new reaction, and the Doctor was always intrigued by the unusual or unexpected. He thought for a moment, looking hard into the other's eyes, and finally said, "Perhaps in a moment, but first, there is more for you to understand."

  The Doctor had decided he would play a little with this youth and see just how different he might be. "Make no mistake, you belong to me in every way you can imagine, and some you haven't even dreamed of. I will enjoy you any way I want, train you to be enjoyed sexually by others, then sell you to some man who will use you any way he wants for as long as he wants. You'll learn to suck cock in ways that will delight men, you'll learn to hold their cocks with your ass, you'll learn to drink their piss and lick their ass, you'll learn to anticipate their desires and seek to fulfill them." That's when the Doctor noticed two things that helped to explain this young man. He was beginning to cry, and he was getting hard.

  This guy was a submissive and either didn't know it or had never admitted it to himself. The Doctor was delighted. It had only happened a couple of times in the past, but when you actually captured a submissive, especially a reluctant one, as looked to be the case here, you really had something.

  The Doctor sat up and began to touch his young victim's trembling body. "Whenever you speak to me from now on, you will address me as Master. You will only speak in response to specific questions, otherwise you will not speak without permission. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Master," the frightened young man responded. He truly was terrified right now. Not simply of what this man was saying and seemed capable of doing, but of his own secret feelings, feelings that he had kept buried for so long. He was humiliated now, not simply because he was naked before this man, but because he could
feel himself getting aroused. How could this have happened to him? Only a short time ago he felt like the master of his world, with all kinds of possibilities, now another man was touching his naked body and telling him that he was his Master. He had to get out of here, and as quickly as possible, he didn't trust himself with what was happening.

  "I'm going to ask you some questions now bitch, I want you to respond, and if I think you're lying you'll suffer, do you understand me?"

  "Yes, Master."

  "How old are you?"

  "23, Master."

  The Doctor reached down with one hand and cupped those two beautiful orbs hanging nicely between the captive's legs in the palm of his hand and began to work them like "worry beads." He wasn't worried about being gentle, in fact, he planned on being quite the opposite, as he began to apply more pressure. Riley started groaning, but the Doctor noticed with some approval that he refrained from saying anything.........just moaned from the pain as it began to grow.

  "How much do you weigh," he asked as he used his other hand to take hold of one of Riley's nipples and began to apply pressure to it as well. Riley began to buck a little under the Doctor's care, but not so much as to pull out of his hands.

  "185, Master."

  The Doctor continued to increase the pressure in both hands, and now Riley was beginning to sweat from the exertion of enduring the pain. The Doctor enjoyed every minute of it, and decided that he would play a little longer.