I could never finish this story. I couldn't decide what to do next. If
anything, there were too many possibilities, rather than too few. I put an "end
of part one" at the bottom, assuming I'll finish it one day.
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Carol was excited that the time had come for her to change schools. As she sat
in her last class, she could almost feel the tension in the air, created solely
by her own anticipation. The entire class was buzzing with the excitement of
graduation that day. She watched as her fellow classmates giggled and chatted
about the new adventure of high school next year. Carol was almost sad that she
wouldn’t have the chance to go with them. She knew her parents had planned for
her to go to a very private school in the country, not far from home but well
away from where her current classmates would be going. She found herself
admiring the young girls around her, their slim bodies and budding chests just
beginning to attract attention. She had been a loner over the past two years of
her schooling, not only due to her quiet nature, but also due to her physical
differences. Though she appeared to be a typical 14 year old, the two years had
shown dramatic and disturbing development of her own body. Her breasts had
grown dramatically over that short period. From a quite normal 34A size, her
breasts now measured close to a 38D. On her smallish frame her chest was both
impressive and very humiliating for the young girl. Her parents did little to
help her hide her virtues. Instead, they took every opportunity to dress her in
tight blouses. Carol wasn’t like a typical 16 year old. She knew she differed
in one basic and distinct area from the innocent young girls around her. She
knew she was being raised by her parents as a sex slave.
She had grown accustomed to the daily pain and humiliation she had been forced
to face over the past two years since entering this bizarre world. Now, as she
squirmed slightly on her small desk seat, feeling the blow up dildos pressed
deep inside her pussy and ass, she was almost afraid of what would come next.
Her nipples, permanently hard from the years of forced extension training,
pushed against the tight cotton blouse of her school uniform. As her large
breasts heaved with her breath, she could feel the tinge of sharp pain from the
pull of the chain connecting her mid-nipple rod piercings, through the channel
on the front of her corset to her clit ring. After these many months, her waist
had been reduced to a slight 18 inches, held at bay by the steel boned leather
corset that tried to hide beneath her blouse. The contrast between her waist
and chest was startling. Unlike her fellow classmates, whose chests had just
begun to grow, Carol would now forever carry these huge tits as a sign of her
submission. With her already small frame she looked grossly mis-preportioned in
the mirror. Though her mind wandered, she knew she must pay attention despite
the fact that she would never attend this class again. The instructor, an
insider in this already strict private school, would report any innappropriate
actions to her father, who would not hesitate to punish her in ways her friends
in class could not possibly imagine, except in their worst nightmares. As the
final bell neared, Carol could not help but feel a sense of loss as this
chapter in her life came to a close.
As the bell broke her thought process, she slid out of the small desk and stood
on her seven inch heels. Another element that both humiliated and excited her,
the towering heels pushed her weight onto her toes, forcing her feet nearly in
line with her straining calves. Her school girl knee socks seemed to shape to
the attractive form, provoking more than the usual gaze as she moved down the
hall, largely from the male (and some female) instructors at the school. Her
plaid skirt, the typical uniform for all students, seemed even shorter than on
her classmates. Unless she bent over nobody could see the strip a leather that
slid between her legs to hold the plugs inside her, or the two inflation bulbs
that dangled between her thighs. Once in awhile she could catch a jingling
sound of the small locks that held her chastity belt in place. She had grown
accustomed to the changing stimulation the vibrator positioned over her clit
provided. A tribute to battery life, she could always count on the vibration
lasting for the entire day until she returned to her home. Designed to vibrate
off and on through the day, the device kept her on the edge of orgasm
constantly. The rosey glow on her face, often misconstrued as the glow of
youth, was in fact her flustered experession from the input to her youthful
clit. As she walked down the hall to her next class, the chains yanking on her
nipples and clit, the vibrator working on her, the heels forcing her on her
toes, she tried to savor the moment. She knew she would never see these halls
again.
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Carol had been officially adopted by the Hendersons two years before. The fact
that she was no typical adopted child became quickly evident. Though her new
parents treated her in every way like a young girl of their own, their actions
were quite different. She arrived late in the day and her first few hours were
spent bathing and dressing. Though she expected a certain amount of babying by
her new mother and father, she was surprised at how quickly she became immersed
in her new life. Her mother shaved all her hair below her neck and her father
applied an ointment that would prevent any hair from regrowing. Now, absolutely
clean between the legs, she felt even younger. She was led to her new bedroom,
complete with pink wallpaper and small stuffed animals, and told to sit at the
edge of her bed. Her parents, eager to prepare her for the night’s sleep,
quickly began applying her new nightly outfit. First, her feet were fitted in
to custom ballet boots that wedged her toes deep into a point end. A strap
pulled taught behind her heel to hold her foot firmly in place, illiciting
tears from young Carol’s eyes. Second, a chastity belt was slipped around her
waist and she was told to stand on her newly tortured toes, bending over onto
the bed. She could feel a rubbery object pushed against her young pussy as her
mother pushed a dildo deep into her. It was large and the piece of rubber
filled her completely. While she was learning to accept this intrusion, a new
pressure began at her asshole. She gasped as a seemingly equally large plug was
forced up her ass until she could almost feel the two dildos touching inside.
The strap connected to the waist belt quickly fed between her legs and she was
told to stand upright. Designed to hold in the two dildos, the stap was pulled
very taught, forcing the rubber objects even deeper into Carol. As she stood
there, feeling full, she sensed something dangling between her legs. Looking
down, she could see twin inflation bulbs hanging from her crotch. Before she
could wonder of their purpose, her arms were lifted over her head and her
father began lacing a heavily boned rubber corset around her waist. Extending
from just below her breasts and over her hips, she could tell the device was
designed to truly train her waist. As the laces became tighter, Carol gasped,
trying to breath. Her already thin waist, a scant 21 inches, had quickly been
reduced to 19. She could tell the corset was not closed and knew that it would
be before long. She was allowed to lower her arms and her father pulled her
arms behind her back, efficiently strapped them tightly together at wrist and
elbow. She had always been flexible, able to contort into many unusual
positions, so her elbows touched quite easily. She knew that she would become
quite accustomed to this form of bondage.
By now her tortured toes began screaming in agony but she was not given the
option of sitting down. A wide posture collar, seemingly designed for her, fit
snuggly around her neck, forcing her chin up high and back. She could hear the
heavy padlocks clicking into place. Quickly, Carol began feeling the
helplessness of her situation. Her youthful body, still moldable, seemed to
take to the hard bondage being applied. She caught sight of her self in a small
mirror as she felt her mother’s hands gather her long blonde hair together. She
could see how her childlike arms had been pulled back severely, pushing out her
youthful breasts from her body. The corset around her waist tapered her body
nicely, if not painfully. She could just see the two inflation bulbs hanging
from her hairless pussy, her small pussy lips forced out by the leather strap
pulled tight through her crotch.
Her mother laced her hair into a small braid and she could feel her slip it
through her elbow bondage. A sudden tug yanked her head back until she was
staring at the ceiling. She tried to pull back but she found her head locked
neatly in position. Finally, her mouth was gently pulled open and a large dildo
gag was pushed between her jaws. She was amazed at not only the width of it but
also of the length. She could feel the rubber shape push her teeth wider and wider until her mouth was forced
open to its maximum. The dildo slipped even deeper into her mouth, tickling her
gag reflex. But she would gain no relief as she felt a series of heavy leather
straps tighten around her entire head, holding the gag in place. Her body was
carefully laid on the soft bed, a stuffed pillow carefully set against her bare
chest. She could only stare at the headboard as she felt her father attach a
heavy chain from each post to the large rings on the sides of her posture
collar. The padlocks held them in place. She could not move from her
uncomfortable position. She could only lay still, concentrating on the pain
that grew from head to toe. She knew she would need to learn to sleep this way
since she would most likely experience this bondage each night. She silently
whimpered behind her gag as she could hear her mother start a bedtime story
beside her. She tried to scream as she felt her father squeeze the bulbs
between her legs, inflating the already huge dildos. Tears flowed down her face
as her parents turned out the light and watched their baby from the half open
bedroom door.
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Carol had a single goal when she graduated from high school and began seeking
out her new life in the world. For years she had been haunted by fantasies of
submission and body modification to the point that she ceased to be frightened
by them. Instead, she began craving a realistic outlet to her fantasy. She had
been both blessed and cursed by a youthful appearance, so much so that she
looked 12 years old when she was 18. She was naturally thin, standing only 5’
6", but with smallish breasts and a baby face. Though she had trouble getting
dates from he classmates throughout school, she did receive a number of
interesting and bizarre offers from her friends’ fathers. Even when making an
effort to look older, she simply managed to look like a well dressed grade
schooler. But despite her youthful look, she was very beautiful. She had used
the internet to discover the underground need for young female slaves,
especially ones who harbored as severe and bizarre fantasies as Carol did. She
enjoyed sending photos of herself to her internet aquantances, slowly letting
them suggest more extreme forms of self bondage. She used her self-timer to
snap pictures, then sent them along. She loved hearing others ideas of how to
bind and humiliate herself. She would collect her pictures into a small album
then admiring them in the evenings. The images of a seemingly heavily bound
sixth grader even turned herself on. More often than not, she was denounced as
a fake. Little did they know the truth. It only took a few weeks before she had
an address to report to. Dressed in a simple sundress she arrived at her
desitination never to be free again.
The Hendersons wanted desperately to own a young girl of 12 or 13 and raise her
as their sex slave. Though many offers were made, the young couple couldn’t see
risking the danger in kidnapping. Instead, they hoped to find an older girl who
could pass as much younger. Then they saw Carol. Led out onto the stage a mear
day after she arrived at the auction house, she was completely naked, her arms
bound severely behind her back at wrist and elbow, a wide collar hugging her
neck. With her bare pussy, small breasts and childlike face she impossibly
young. After a bid of nearly $15,000, Carol was sold. As she was shuffled off
the stage to be crated up for shipment, she caught a glimpse of her new owners.
The Henderson’s eyes gleamed with pride as if they were watching their daughter
in the school play.
The rules were explained quickly and briefly to Carol. She was now 12 years old
and would have all her legal documents created to reflect that. Her body would
be modified significantly to reflect the desires of her new owners, who would
hence forth be referred to as mother and father. As simple as that and Carol no
longer was herself, but a new, younger girl who would experience the pain and
humiliation of slavery like no other before her.
Carol’s breast training began almost immediately. Each morning she was awoken
at 6 am, and dragged from bed to a special room. There she was on the floor,
her knees strapped wide beneath her. A bar would be placed behind her, at her
lower back, and her hair strap released. The strap was reconnected to a ring in
the floor and her body was pulled back hard. Her father would stroke her cheek
for a few moments until she calmed down then, with the aid of a large syringe,
proceed to inject saline into both breasts. Carol’s screams, masked by the huge
gag still forced down her throat, made her father smile as he watched her
breasts balloon to enormous sizes. He knew the saline would mostly be absorbed
into her system yet each day her breasts would increase ever so slightly. In
the first few days after her adoption, Carol was efficiently pierced, with a
heavy ring behind each nipple and a steel rod through the middle of each
nipple. She was also permanently pierced through her clit and her tongue. A
piercing grommet, a hole cut through but held open with a steel sheath, was
punched through her septum. She was told this was to avoid too much attention
at her school, but allow for a ring through her nose after school. Either way,
Carol felt fully humiliated by her new and quite permanent piercings.
Though school was quite interesting for Carol a second time around, she
realized she would never be outgoing or talkative now. She felt humbled by the
training she was experiencing, wondering if the girls around her knew that she
was a slave. Her tongue ring seemed to gleam in the light and thus she tried
not to speak at all. In addition, she knew her nipple rings and rods were
visible through her thin cotton blouse. She wasn’t allowed to wear a bra yet,
since 14 year old girls didn’t need them. Her first shirt had been tailored to
her chest prior to her breast enlargement and, though she had only gone from a
34A to a 34C after three months, she could already feel her nipples pressed
against the tight blouse. Now, though she did have a new blouse tailored, it
was designed to be suggestive at a 36D. With her 38D size now, her breasts
almost hung out of the shirt. To accentuate her chest further, she wore a snug
plaid skirt that fit her corseted waist tightly. She had not spent a single
moment without a corset since her arrival, minus the few moments it took her to
clean up each morning after her saline injections. She had been reduced to an
17 inch waist by the heavy steel boning of her most recent corset. She could
only imagine how her breasts after 3 years of enlargement would look with such
a tiny waist. She had heard a conversation between her father and the corset
maker a short while previous as they discussed her waist training. She heard
words such as permanent and steel corset, as well as welding. She knew she
would always have a forcibly reduced waist despite how large she got in the
chest. Sometimes she would take a moment to look at her self in the mirror in
the bathroom, marveling at how she could hardly recognize herself. She had been
fully modified to look like someone else and, as she watched her chest grow and
her waist shrink, she knew that the transformation was not complete.
After school always proved interesting, and painful, for Carol. Upon returning
home, she was required to completely disrobe, leaving her in her corset,
dancing on her toes to avoid a flat footed stance. After so much time in high
heels or ballet boots, she could no longer lay her foot down on the floor, her
tendons having already permanently modified. Leaving her blow up dildos in, her
collar was locked on and her ballet boots put back on. Often, her parents would
have guests over upon her arrival and, despite the humiliation Carol felt, she
would still be required to disrobe and experience the application of her
bondage. As she stood there with these strangers watching this seemingly young
girl being forced to submit, she hated her slavery the most. The small chains
that connected her rings seemed to make her even more vulnerable. Sometimes the
guests would fondle her body, tugging on her piercings or chains, or pressing
the blowup dildos deeper into her. The final humiliation would be her father
locking a large ring into her septum piercing, then attaching a chain leash and
leading her off on her toes.
Attached to her bedroom, Carol was provided with a study room. The walls,
painted with small bunny rabbits and pigs, had a calming effect the first time
she had been brought there. Now, after years of experiencing the study room,
she no longer had such romantic thoughts. Despite her training as a slave, she
was still required to achieve good marks in class. The few times she failed to
score a requisite A in her studies, she had been severely punished. Most
recently, during a period of time when she was being trained in anal sex, she
had been particularly distracted. Each day, she carried a large enema with her
to school, only allowed to let it go after lunch. It was nearly impossible for
her to pay attention at school without tears welling up in her eyes from the
pain in her intestines. Her teacher, an insider into Carol’s torment, called
that Friday to report to her parents that she had done poorly on an exam. Her
mother was so upset that Carol was immediately placed into her most stringent
bondage yet. Upon arriving home, she knew that something bad was to happen
when, while disrobing her, Carol’s corset was removed as well. Her confusion
and fear was only slighty overshadowed by the strange sensation of not wearing
the compressing device. She examined her shadow on the floor, noting how
dramatic the shape was. Her already large chest was offset by her amazing
waist, shrunk to what she thought was an impossible 17 inches. She had little
time to study herself as her father attached her nose ring and yanked her down
the hall. She noticed she was not wearing the ballet boots, forcing her to tip
toe behind her father.
She was led directly into the feared dungeon, a stone walled room hidden
beneath the house. Her mother and father wasted no time in pushing her to dress
in a clear rubber body suit. The latex seemed to be made for a large doll, or
perhaps an 8 year old. Instead, Carol was told to force it over her body, then
assisted by her strong father, until the clear rubber hugged every curve of her
body. She could feel her bare pussy molded into a form built into the suit,
pressing a rubber lining into her pussy. Her asshole as well was now lined with
rubber, but both holes were still available for penetration. It felt like the
latex was poured for her body. Even her largish breasts were coated perfectly.
Immediately her mother pushed another full body suit toward her. This a thick
black rubber, seemed even smaller than the first. It wasn’t until she had
forced it up to her neck that she noticed that the hands had a unique addition.
Her fingers could be folded back on themselves so that her hands became
useless. It didn’t take long before Carol’s theory was proved correct. Quickly,
her fingers were tied back until she could no longer use them. Her father
finished pulling the rubber over her shoulders, leaving the heavy hood to
dangle in front of her. A chair was placed behind her and she was forced back,
then quickly strapped down. She watched as her mother placed a unique set of
shoes on her feet. A steel plate was fit over the base of her foot, with a
small metal piece cupping her toes. An ankle cuff locked in place, effectively
holding Carol’s foot in a ballet stance. There was no heel, however. She could
feel her father above her and then the sudden sound of something buzzing.
Before she realized it, she could feel her father shaving her head. Tears
welled up in her eyes as she felt her long blonde hair fall to the floor around
her. It only took a moment before her head, shaved and clean, was completely
bald. The only hair left on her body was that comprising her eye brows and
lashes.
Her nose ring was abruptly removed and a thin hood was stretched over her face.
Like her body, the hood seemed to seal to her skin, leaving holes for her eyes,
mouth and nostrils only. Her father pressed a long tube to her mouth and she
opened her mouth out of reflex, then suddenly realized she was being forced to
swallow a feeding tube. Carol choked a bit, but her gag reflex had been trained
well. She could do nothing but swallow it into her stomach. Soon, she could
feel the gag connected to the end of the tube shove its way into her mouth,
filling her cheeks. The gag effectively removed any ability to use her mouth
for breathing. She would be forced to survive only on what her parents chose to
feed down the tube. Straps held the gag in place, the hard leather cutting into
the sides of her face. Two additional tubes were then fed up her nose and she
could feel them being threaded into her lungs. For a moment she could not
breath at all and she began to panic. But quickly the tubes fed down into her
and locked into place inside her nostrils. She quickly realized that she was in
store for something new. She had never had a feeding tube and breathing tubes
inserted in her like this. She felt her father reach in front and pull the
black rubber hood over her face. It stretched tight as well, but only left
holes for her eyes, the tubes in her mouth and nostrils fed through the
appropriate holes. Carol could feel strategically placed ear plugs slip deep
into her ears, blocking out all sound.
The two layers of rubber across her body felt like it was crushing her. She
knew she was about to be horribly punished, though she couldn’t imagine how.
She caught sight of herself in a mirror across the room, marveling at how her
curvacious body now seemed to be made of thick, black rubber. She was forced to
stand, balancing on her new toe shoes, while her father began pulling her final
hood into place. Carol could only see it briefly, but her heart stopped cold at
the sight. The seamless heavy rubber and leather hood had built in steel bands
that circled the head, then locked with rivets. She knew she was about to
experience something horrible. As her sight was blocked out, she realized she
had no senses left. The only thing she could feel was her labored breathing
through her tubes. She could feel her wrists being bound together behind her,
then lifted high up her back. A wide steel collar was fitted around her neck,
removing any ability to move, and her wrists were forced up until they met the
back of the collar. Carol could do nothing but whimper to herself as the strain
on her shoulders increased. Once locked into position, she could feel another
band circle her elbows, pulling them together in the small of her back. She
tried to cry in pain, but no sound escaped. The familiar feeling of a new
corset was no surprise to Carol. She could feel her parents attach the new
device around her already modified waist. But she quickly realized it was no
ordinary corset. She could feel the ratchets turn slowly, compressing her body.
Steel boning was forcing her waist to new proportions. She was certain, as she
struggled to find breath from her new constriction, that her waist was now
crushed to at least 15 inches.
She could feel her parents attached various tubes to her privates, things she
was sure would not only provide release, but also discomfort. Finally, bands
were attached around her legs, immobilizing them, and she could feel herself
lifted off the ground. She felt the vibration of metal against floor and she
knew where her fate lay. She had been shown the floor cage, a 15 foot circular
tube set in concrete beneath the dungeon floor, when she had first arrived. She
remembered it as the one thing she hoped she never experienced. Now, bound and
helpless, she was about to live her worst fear. The floor cage was designed for
sensory deprivation punishment. Her parents carefully lowered her into the
stone coffin, making sure she was centered, then poured quick setting plaster
around her. Carol could feel the added pressure of the substance rising around
her, pressing even harder against her already compressed body. She panicked,
struggling to scream or escape, but her efforts resulted in a minor trembled
and no sound. Soon, she could feel her head immersed in the liquid. It only
took moments for it to begin to set, and within an hour, Carol was entombed in
her new home.
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Carol was unsure how long she had been in complete isolation. She was certain
it had been months. Somehow she had been forgotten here, trapped in her tomb.
The only thing she could sense was her breath as it climbed up and down the
hose connected to the room above. She couldn’t even be sure she was being fed,
the tube in her stomach giving her no indication either way. The first sound
she heard in her earphones made her jump, at least mentally, and the sound of
her mother’s voice was a relief. She was told she would be punished for two
weeks, during which time she would be given her lessons through her only
connection with the world, her ears. Already Carol was eager to please, and
though her parents could not hear her, they could tell from the EKG and heart
monitor that their young daughter was ready.
Lessons not only consisted of her regular school work, but nights often
included surprise tapes, whispered voices encouraging her to be a slave, to
obey her parents and to give her body fully. By the end of the two weeks, Carol
would be sufficiently brainwashed to remain a slave for life.
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Carol could feel the excitement over her first day at the new school throughout
the house. She wasn’t sure whether to be excited, or afraid of what would come
next. Over the summer, her breast size had increased from the 38D to a 44 DD,
while her waist had been reduced to 15 inches. The center of gravity to her
body had been dramatically changed, and she struggled to maintain her balance
constantly. The permanent addition of the ballet shoes did not help. During the
three months she had spent out of school, she had been forced to wear the cruel
shoes continually. She had not only grown accustomed to having her arms bound
behind her at wrist and elbow, but had also been trained to have her wrists
forced high up her back, the wrist cuffs attached directly to her collar.
She woke that morning, in her customary folded and chained position on her bed,
knowing that she was about to enter a dramatic chapter in her life. As she was
prepared for the new school, she wondered what it would be like. She knew the
school she was going to was very exclusive, but she had no idea what it would
be like. Her grade school had largely been a normal private school, with the
exception of a few select teachers and the principal who knew what Carol really
was. She knew that her parents wanted to send her to a proper school, whatever
that meant, and she imagined attending a private school where her breasts and
strange body would standout even more than they had at grade school.
End of Part 1