Sweet Oblivion

It must have been around five years when I became a slave to the Master. I hadn’t always been a slave and I hadn’t even thought that it could happen to me. I was once a normal girl with dreams, a future, and a name. That had changed the day I was brought for the Master.

It had been the last day I was a person and the first day I begun as a thing.

Officially, I am Number 456 but the customers are told my name is Opal. The girls sometimes call me that but I’m usually just 456. I know I had a name once, a name my mother had given me. I think it was Michelle but I can’t be certain anymore.

The day I was picked up by the Team I had been walking to school. I was sixteen and looking forward to summer. I was taken in a van and drugged. When I woke up I had been stripped naked and was chained to a wall in a barren stone room. I had cried and begged for someone to help me. I was left alone for a long time, possibly two days before someone came in. I had given up hope by then.

I had looked up and captured the man’s eyes. They had been the Master’s brown eyes. I had only caught them for a moment when he slapped me. I had cried out but was too weak to protest.

“A slave does not look at a master’s eyes.” He had said calmly. I looked up and was met with another slap. “Don’t look at my eyes, slave.” He repeated just as calmly. The third time I looked at his nose. “Good whore.” He said with a smile.

That had been my first meeting with the Master. He explained I was no longer a girl but his slave, a whore to be used by masters. I had cried, shocked and scared. He was gentle with me at first and said he would ruin me. By then, I think I was too tired to care. I knew I was taken by a pair of women to another room, fed and led to a bed where I was allowed to sleep.

When I woke up, an older woman was at the edge of the bed looking bored. She noticed I was awake and smiled. “Number 456, you’re a virgin.” She said laughing as if it were such an absurd notion. I was mortified. “I checked.” She said. Looked down and saw my limbs had been chained to the corners of the beds. “The Master is going to have so much fun with you tonight.” She said still smiling. “If you’re good enough you could be in his personal stock rather than the floor.”

“Please,” I had begged but she didn’t listen. “Please.”

She shook her head. “I can’t believe I was like you once.” She said looking at me with dead eyes. “You’ll learn soon enough.” She said and left.

And I did

That night was my first with a man; the Master had taken my virginity first. He raped me, used me and taught me to fear. The Master had gotten hard later and forced me to suck his cock, I had never do it before and had chocked. I learned to swallow. Last but not least he had taken me anally. He had been more gentle with this and had hurt me less than with the other activities. He broke me like a horse and I learned to submit when the pain became too much.

That was the first time I think I didn’t cry.

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I’m currently in my spot. I’m suppose to be resting but I can’t sleep with the screaming. I knew it was the scream of new girls. They were trained…broken…in so many different ways that screams were expected. I curled into myself, wincing as my cunt and ass throbbed. I had had a busy night with the customers.

I looked over across the room, 863 was sleeping, tear tracks were still visible on her face. I think she had passed out some time ago from exhaustion. She was young. I felt jealous that she had fallen sleep. I was so tired tonight.

I looked at 863. She had told me her name was Anna, the Guards had called her Jill. I wondered if she’d remembered it when she had as much time here as I had. I looked over her. She was so very young. I think she said she was fifteen.

I looked between her legs, blood was still crusted between her thighs. I wondered what she’d be trained for. It wasn’t submission; I had gone through that before being trained like her with the others. I moved my eyes to her breasts. They were marred with faint red marks. I think she was being trained to take pain.

My cunt throbbed again and I knew I was getting wet. I had learned to do it as a response to any sex. I moved again and tried to ignore it. I needed to rest. My cunt throbbed again, my training was coming back to me.

I got up and walked toward the toys. I grabbed the less painful looking dildos and a vibrator. I lied down again. I spread my legs and tried to see how wet I was by sliding one of the dildos in my cunt. It went in easily. I moaned.

It was smooth, hard and small. I turned it on. It vibrated and I sighed with delight. It didn’t take long before I was very wet. I turned it off and took it out. I prodded my ass. The dildo went in smoothly and easily. I spread my legs even more. It felt so natural now to be in this position.

I attached the vibrator to my clit and the other dildo went in my cunt. I was careful and turned them on all at once. I cried out with pleasure. I heard shuffling next to me. I knew I was waking up 863 but I didn’t care at the moment. I was my own slave for the moment.

“Please,” I begged myself as I sped up the vibrator on my clit. “Please.” I moved my hips and was lost in rapture.

I heard 863 begin to cry in the background and moaned with it. She needed to learn. What she had experienced hadn’t been so bad. I had been fucked into submission and that was much worse than the pain. So much worse.

With that thought I came and my thoughts flew back to my own training.