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The Arrival

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"And I think it's my best option." Alicia looked annoyed. She'd been over this and over this Amy. She wanted this. Couldn't Amy see that? "I still think you're an idiot." Amy shook her hair out and began brushing again. "You are agreeing to go into sexual slavery, to become an object to people you don't even know, who could kill you. Or worse." Alicia laughed "What's worse than being killed?" she had to know. Amy scowled. "Not wanting to leave." She threw the hairbrush down and turned to face Alicia. "I know that Dar and I checked these people out. They've had other slaves. The only keep them for a year. We know all this." she frowned again "but Dar even said that the people were a bit more extreme than the usual clients. They want a pro submissive, but they want one they can break and objectify. You know you aren't ready."

Alicia sighed. She knew she wasn't ready either. But if she didn't push herself into this, she'd never become the type of slave she swore she'd become. She smiled at Amy. "If I'm going to reach my goal, I need to do this." her tone was light, but Amy saw arguing was useless. She too gave a heavy sigh. "Alright, but how about this, let me renogtioate. I know it's late into it, but let's rengotiate so you can keep a diary. A paper one, or online. Online would be better. You can hopefully keep your mind from splitting if you have that." she glanced at her own laptop, sitting on the coffe table. The screen showed her own journal. One she'd had for years. It had lasted longer than two "Sirs" and helped her document and share with the online world her "pro-sub" business that she'd had for two years. Without it, she might not have survived. "I've got an extra laptop you can even use." Alicia seemed to think for a moment. She liked the idea but it seemed so out of the realm of what she was going into. Maintain outside contact possibly? It wasn't a bad idea really. She smiled at Amy. "Go ahead and renogtiate lovey. I think it's an excellent idea after all." Amy looked relieved.

A week later, Amy wandered into the bedroom. Alicia had been packing her things into boxes. Amy was storing them for her and then renting out her bedroom to another submissive female friend for the year Alicia would be gone. She was taking nothing to her new contract, and wanted to make sure it was safely stored. "How goes the packing?" Amy sat down in the desk chair. Alicia shrugged. She was worried and trying not to show it. The renogtiation could have brought the contract to a short end. She didn't want to ask and prayed Amy would tell ehr fast. She was in luck. Amy began speaking. "They've agreed. In fact, " she sounded surprised "they think it's an excellent idea for you to document your experiences for other possible slaves they may own." she paused, putting her hands together "they've created a journal for you on one of the large blogging communities. I mentioned you had one already, and they said they wanted nothing of your old life in the new one and created the new one. They also declined my laptop and said one would be waiting for you." Amy looked up at Alicia standing above her. "You'll be required to post daily, and comments are not to be answered until you have permission. You will have no acess to instant messengers or anyone in the outside world except through your journal. I had to agree not to request the name so that they can preserve your anonimity as one of their slaves." Alicia knew, that if she could, Amy wanted her to send her that journal name. To know that everything was ok even while Alicia underwent the deepest slavery either of them had ever known.

There was a limo. An actual limo. Alicia looked stunned for a moment. This wasn't the usual client who wanted to spank a girl and sent a nice rented limo. This was the real thing. Private owned, with leather seats, and a driver who looked like he'd served a lot of time in prison. Not speaking, he opened the door and Alicia got in. She had this feeling that having Amy speak to her before she'd left was the last human voice she'd heard for the next year. The driver got in fixing the mirror so he could see her easily. She'd crowded herself into the corner of the seat determined to not be seen. The window were even dark from the inside and after a while, she wasn't convinced of wear she was when the limo finally stopped.

The driver climbed out. When he opened the door, he seemed bigger than usual. They were surrounded by fields and trees,and Alicia guessed she was about three hours outside the city. The driver motioned her to get out. Nervously, because who wants to be alone in the woods with a massive sized ex prisioner, she got out of the limo, her legs cramped from being in the corner so long. Wobbling slightly she grabbed the first thing. Which was of course the front of the huge driver. He only steadied her, saying nothing. He motioned that she was to wak around and he leaned against the car smoking a ciggarette, watching her. He didn't seem worried that she would run away, but that she would fall as her legs were still unsteady. Although she knew he would answer, she talked, if only to hear her voice again. "Are we there yet?" even before the last word had left her mouth, she began to giggle. Stress was most of the problem, but she also had a sudden image of this burly driver, spanking her for asking the forbidden car question. He seemed to understand and amusment lit up his eyes and made him look less frightening. Alicia tried getting a grip on herself. It wouldn't do to show up at this place hysterical. She sat down on the side of the road on a nearby rock and tried to meditate. The driver cleared his throat. She looked up, surpirsed, and thinking he'd speak but he merely gestured once again with his hands. But now, his hands held something. Something that made her shudder. If she wasn't sure he was human before, she was now. The driver looked slightly ashamed to be showing her the hood he had in his hand. He motioned again and Alicia stepped forward. She'd know that there would be a hood. The letter she'd recieved had said so. But to see it now, was another matter. She'd worn hoods of course. It seemed every guy with a kink wanted a hood scene. But this was different. This was a step towards taking her out of the world as a real person.

The hood went on. The driver was trying to be gentle. She'd give him that. And of course, this wasn't one of your typical hoods that you just pulled on and had a minimal amount of light seeping in. This was a bonafide slave hood. The latex was snug around her head and there were no eye holes. Darkness was once again a comfort a nad a terror. She felt the bottom of the hood tightened a bit with sharp tugs, and felt the back zipper go down the back of her head. Her heavy hair made it bulge slightly. The driver seemd to stand in front of her and adjust the mouth piece. She felt a slim tube enter her mouth and knew it would inflate soon. And it did. Her mouth was soon filled and her mouth locked in place by the gag. She was now without speech. The driver began to underess her. She struggled once, and stopped, knowing that this was going to be done with or without her cooperation. She helped, using the driver's shoulders when stepping out of her skirt and panties. When she heard the door of the car open, she stood still, knowing that he would guide her into the vehicle. She stepped in carefully, having to trust that he would not let her slam her head. He didn't, gently pushing her head down when it was needed a nd she was safe inside the car.

Sounds became sharper with the hood on. There was no radio, no music and she heard only her own breathing through her nose, and the occasional cough of the driver. The tires made a wooshing noise and she thought it might still be day. There was no heat from the summer day however, the driver had the air conditioner on "artic" as far as she could tell.

Another stop. This time she didn't ask if they were there yet. Not that she could. Her jaw ached from the inflated gag. The driver got out and opened her door. Heat blazed in. It might be late afternoon. She'd left at 9 am and the heat felt high, but cooling fast. She wasn't allowed out for long. The driver pulled her out and forced her to squat. Tissue was shoved into the other hand. She got the idea and urinated, hoping she was missing his feet better than she was her own. She wiped at the wetness and a wet napkin, the type used on babies was shoved into her hand. She cleaned up better than she'd hoped, and upon handing the towelack, she felt a set of zipping cuffs placed on her crossed wrists. Tightly too. The driver tugged them to make sure the lock had held and again guided her back into the car, this time laying her down. Teh door was left open though, and she heard the trunk open and shut. She chuckled to herself. Anyone else would hear these noises, and in this position would be terrified that this was a killer, and she was on her way to death. Experience though, and she knew that he was probably getting something else for her arrival.

And it was. Ankle cuffs this time. Out of metal. They felt like real shackles. She'd only felt them before, never worn them but she was pretty sure. One for each foot and a chain on each that could be sperate or put together to hobble someone. Her's were hobbled. She wasn't running anyplace fast. At last, the driver threw a blanket over her and they again began driving.

Alicia napped this time. There was nothing else to do. The silence was opressive, and too many wild random thoughts kept crossing her brain. She woke with a jolt and nearly fell to the floor. Tensing her body to keep from rolling she began again to listen.

The door opened, and low murmuring was heard. It was much cooler, and probably night now. The voices were close, but the speakers had learned the art of murmuring. Alcia strained her ears trying to catch a clear word and failed.

The driver pulled her out and stood her on her feet. She began to wobble and he patiently stood while she took time to gain her balance. Once she seemed a bit more secure, the driver began walking her. Across a pebble driveway, and onto grass. She heard water tinkling. A fountain? Sprinklers? She wasn't sure. But the walk slowed and she was led onto concrete. A room? She hadn't heard any doors, maybe it wasn't a room. But something in the sounds convinced her this was a room. A small one too. Finally a door shutting behind her. And it was close too. So this was a really small room, or she was in an entry way. She felt the driver's hands let go and heard the door shut again. But she knew someone was still there.

Waiting. That's all some slaves did. Wait until they are needed. Or wanted. Alicia knew the person in the room was looking at her. Apprasiing. They'd had pictures, but the real thing was always better. Alicia heard the person sit. She didn't move, wishing she could sit herself because of her aching legs.

Finally a voice spoke. "You know why you are here?" the voice was male. Very deep. And of that rare type that could send shivers up and down the spine of a rare type of person. The voice didn't need an answer. "Of course you know why you are here." a chuckle "You are here because you are a slave and a slave is needed here. That is why you are here." Alicia began to hear a tapping sound. At first she couldn't place it. A gentle tapping. Leather on leather. She felt herself flush all over. It was a whip of some sort on a leather boot. She hadn't heard it in years. Not since the first Sir. He'd had a taste for jackboots and riding crops. And a taste for slashing open pretty pink and white skin. She shivered. More visibly this time. The person seemed to sit up and look at her again. "I've written down our rules here you'll have several to learn and conform to. If you don't..." the shrug was nearly verbal. "Since you can't talk," again that low chuckle "I will." the tapping noise began again and Alicia tried not to move, the noise, it paralyzed you if you knew the pleasure it could bring. "You no longer exsist. The people that matter think you have taken a vacation. The people who negotiated your contract for you know you are in bondage, but not the location." You don't exsist." the last was said softly, almost sadly. Alicia shivered again. "You also have no voice beyond what you are given. You were gagged en route. The orders were, that once you'd spoken, to gag you. I hope you chose fitting last words?" the question required no answer, but Alicia hung her head. "Are we there yet?" now seemed trivial. And stupid. She'd been warned. "You'll be here one year. One year only. We won't keep anyone longer. In that year, you either become a perfect slave, or you don't." he inhaled deeply "In other words, you succeed, or you fail." the words seemed to echo in the space. Alcia knew that failure in this was true failure. She couldn't fail. Wouldn't.

The voice picked up again, seeming to realize from her posture that she'd understood. "You will have limited access to the outside world. In two days, give you a notebook. You will write daily all thoughts, and feelings, and what is done to you. We agreed with your holder that this was not only feasible, but could help future slaves and ourselves to learn what becoming our slave takes." he paused "we will upload the entries and answer all comments, we've decided that you will not. you will also not know the name we have given you on the internet. " Alicia sagged. So much for outside contact.

"You will call me, 'The Man'. My other half is to be called 'The Woman'. Make sure you use capitals. I've never found the need to be a capital, but it will help to understand who is doing what. You will never need to adress us as we have removed all of your speech. If we wanted someone to talk to we'd get a dog. You're the next best thing to that." the whip tapped again while the man seemed to gather his thoughts. He stood, and began walking around Alicia. "You are no longer Alicia." his voice seemed to caress the name. She shivered again. The man came closer. It was riding crop. She felt him drag it across her front. "You are now Doll. You aren't human, you're a plastic toy. You'll be broken, and you'll be turned into what we want. For one year you are Doll." The suddeness was the worst. The crop had been gently caressing her front when it slashed into her causing her to stumble. Hands tied, and feet tied, how she stood she never figured out. The slashing had hurt. The crop seemed to have a plastic tip that stung badly.

"Good." the voice was pleased. "Very good. You may kneel now please." Stumbling again, Alicia now Doll, sank to her knees. The doll knew it was likely to be whipped further, or The Man would use it's mouth.

It was the mouth. The hood's gag was deflated and the doll wiggled it's jaw. The small tube was removed and the gag and hood rolled to just over her nose. The hands of The Man pulled the hood tight, causing air flow to the doll's nose to stop. The doll was pushed back, not gently, but even roughness wouldn't have mattered, the doll had no voice to cry out. Not one that was heard anyhow. The hands were still at the side of the doll's head and The Man kept the air flow from the nose and the doll tried to let it's jaw hang open for more air. The concrete felt cold and the doll shuddered slightly. On her back, her head slightly tipped, The doll's mouth was open. The Man postioned his pelvis over the mouth, and slowly as with any "normal" conjugal act, slipped a stiff cock into a warm wet hole. Wiggling slightly to get in as deep as possible, he tightend his grip on the mask over the nose of the Doll and began to thrust. The doll laid passive, simply widening it's jaw without seeming to create actual movement. The Man grunted, and pulled out. Using one hand to keep his hold on the mask, he reached to the doll's side and muttered about the hole being dry. The doll wanted to cry. it's mouth was carefully lubed and the cock began to again thrust spreading the taste of petroleum into it's throat. The doll couldn't breathe. It knew it wouldn't last but it was always terrfying. It had known it was happening when he began to tighten on the mask over the nose. The latex created a perfect seal across the nose. Doll felt it's body begin to spasm from the lack of oxygen. The doll's pevis began to thrust upwards, the primeval instinct taking over. The mouth dropped open further to gain more air, but the invading cock simply took the new room as it's right and again stuffed itself deeply into the throat. The doll's entire body began to buck, it was the feeling of not getting up again, and a major orgasm. This time it was more intense than ever. The Man now began to move his pelvis in rythm to the doll's spasms. He'd finally removed his hands from the mask, but no longer needed to hold it anyhow. The mask was sealed to the doll's nostrils, cutting off all air. The throat made harsh barking noises when he pulled out, he forced his pelvis into the face of the doll harder feeling the snap of the nose. Blood began to lubricate the cock and with satisfaction his thrusts became faster and his enjoyment more intense. The doll's body still heaved to remove the threat, and couldn't. The black mask became blacker as it finally passed out.

The Man stood above Doll. It couldn't see him, the mask was still on, and it's head hurt and it's throat. Doll heard a chuckle. "I didn't think Doll would ever pass out, I can't finish the first time with the doll awake. I need it out cold." She felt the blood still on her face, tasted it. She'd had a broken nose before from playing in t his lifestsyle, but not for the same reason. Then, there was a hand, reaching down and caressing it's head. "When I tap your head, you open that mouth, is that understood?" he tapped her head. The doll's mouth opened and again the cock slid in. But it was clear this wasn't going to be a repeat. The cock banged a few times at the back of the throat before errupiting, causing the doll to gag slightly. The hand held it's head tight, not allowing any spit up. The voice spoke as the cock shuddered inside her mouth. "Do not waste. You swallow each time. It might be all you get to eat for days, so learn to enjoy it." The cock was removed and a hand began stroking the Doll's back "I like a fat cunt myself, but The Woman does not. You'll be losing weight." Doll felt the blush creep from it's face to the rest of it's form. Doll was overweight. And had been trying to take it off. It was clear that now that too was out of it's hands. The doll felt hands tighten the hood, and inflate the gag. A guiding hand showed it, in it's blindeness, where the pallet was. She heard the door shut her in and slept.

The next day, the doll wasn't sure what time of day it was, it's hood came off. The doll still couldn't see very well, and everything was in shadows. The Man stood above the doll with the hood in his hands. He wore a mask to cover his face. The doll shrank back. Reaching down the man grabbed the doll by the hair. No words were said, and even in pain, the doll tried to see where it was. Darkness. Except for The Man, the doll could see nothing. Just a glimmer from under the door that showed light, and the white face of the mask. The Man pulled the doll up, ignoring the cry it made and the grasping move it attempted with it's bound hands. Reaching behind him, he flipped a switch and light flooded the room. The doll looked blearily around, shutting and opening it's eyes to the glare from the lightbulb above the table where it was now sitting. A buzzing noise caught it's attention and the doll's head moved around only to be stopped my the hand of The Man and felt him slide cutters below her hair line. Chunks began to fall and breifly, Alcia reappeared shrieking. Her hair, that she'd grown for years. That hair finally was past her shoulders, and was being removed!

"No! Not my hair!" Falling out of the chair, sobbing hysterically, Alicia tried clutching her head to prevent the clippers from taking more of her away. Curling into a ball didn't help either. The Man simply knelt, and pushing his knees into the curl of her body, the rest of Alicia's hair was gone and he left the weeping Alicia on the floor, shutting the door and turning out the light again.

She didn't hear the light click. But it was on. What she felt, was that a gag was being slid into her mouth and she wasn't awake. And she was Alicia, and not the doll. Her hair was still gone and the air felt cold on it. A hand clicked the gag shut and locked it. But it wasn't The Man. This must be The Woman. It was. She heard more female vocalizations now. Humming, and smoother hands touching her skin. Breifly, she saw The Woman, tall and trim, with the same mask that The Man had worn.

The hand ties had been clipped, but moving her feet, she realized that the shackles were now locked into the floor somehow. Sperate, but she was still hobbled. The humming noise was closer and she felt a tap at her waist and somehow realized that she needed to roll over.

"Once I am done, I'll never adress you again. You are not a person, you are a slave and a doll. Not my equal even if you seem to have some female parts." the voice paused, Alicia hoping to hear more, the voice was free of accent, and seemed to grab her physically. "The Man will also be starting to limit talking to you. I don't want him talking to a footstool, and you aren't much better." Alicia now felt a tap on her ass and raised it into the air. The Woman caressed her for some time, exploring her shape. "Too fat. I saw your pictures of course. But appearence can be changed. You'll be losing this weight." she felt Alicia's stomach, Alicia cringed. She was fat, no doubt, and she'd know they really had wanted something slimmer, but they also wanted the obediance Alicia seemed ready to give. She gasped through her nose as the hand suddenly twisted the fat at her stomach. The Woman spoke again her voice was lower now, and Alicia heard the anger in it. "And that will go. You'll be starved if I need to. I won't have this. I only hope I can do what needs to be done without gagging myself."

Alicia felt The Woman behind her. The sharp and sudden tearing sensation caused her to scream and drool began to seep out of the gag. A strap on. A large one. And as the pain swiftly ran through her body, Alicia left, and the doll returned.

The Woman smiled to herself as she continued to thrust. She didn't seem to be an active particpant, merely thrusting and seeming to think of the day's grocery shopping. The doll beneath her, occasionally shuddered, and the mouth dripped more, but it wasn't noticed by anyone. removing the strap on, she peered in the dim light at the now dilated anus. Reaching behind her she flipped on a light and used her fingers to explore the doll's hole. Clean at least. The doll had been ordered to take an enema before hand, but it was so rarely obeyed. This one had obeyed and the passage seemed empty. Reaching into her shir, and grasping a bottle hidden in her bra, The Woman let drops of a liquid fall into the anal area. Clinically, she sat on her heels and watched as the doll began to twist and cry through the gag. Cinnamon oil. She'd used it before with good effect and this one reacted well. Again taking the strap on in her hand, she again insterted it into the now burning anl cavatiy. The hole had tightened slightly when The Woman had stopped, but the oil served as a lubiricant and the fake cock again hammered into the twisting and shrieking doll.

The doll woke. It felt someone cleaning the lower part of it and sighed. Still gagged, the doll rolled over. It was The Man. He was masked and his hands gentle. Tossing the rag to the side he rolled the doll over and tapped it's side. The ass rose again, shaking. Without words, The Man slid into the anus. And like The Woman, seemed not to see the doll, or it's pain and simply mindlessly thrust his hips and forced his cock in deeper into the warmth and tightness. Suddenly, he began breathing harder, and removing his cock, shoved the doll around so that it faced him. Continueing his orgasm using his hand, he came all over the doll's face wiping the cock on it's cheek.

"First rule, no one comes inside the doll. It's not worth trying to clean all that out." he got up and left, the light again off and the door locked.