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by Candace Smith
The De Lucia family are specialists. They specialize in training sex slaves. The girls they capture think they are applying for a job and an exciting new career, but find themselves prisoners and enduring the harshest, most brutal training that will destroy their free will and replace it with an overwhelming desire to please their Master or Mistress.
Four girls are abducted and forced to undergo training together. It begins as a terrifying ordeal and yet each of them reacts differently. For at least one girl, true submission may be far preferable to her former mundane life. For another, there may be a change that affects not only her but also one of her terrifying Masters…
Published: 9 / 2010 No. words: 40200 Style: BDSM/Bondage – Content: Moderate – Strong BDSM Content, Sex Slavery / Training, Male Dom – M/F 
As they exited the elevator, Dawson brought Fallon out onto the balcony where her friends were all kneeling on the tile. She was pushed down next to Megan who was no longer gagged but still looking wildly around.
Fallon realized Dawson had walked away from her and was heading down the hall towards his suite. Her head snapped around when the muscle bound man in the tight leather pants began to speak. “I am Master Demano, and I own you in the afternoons. My training will get you in top physical condition, so you will be better able to please your Masters and Mistress. Stamina is an important requirement of your conditioning, as well as a tight, strong appearance.”
Without warning, Megan rose and ran towards the balcony. Her intention was obvious, and all of the girls screamed in horror. Ten feet from the edge, Megan came to an abrupt halt and she stiffened and shrieked, falling to the ground and writhing. Arturo strode calmly towards her, and drew an invisible line on the tile about a foot back towards the other girls. “Your collar must be on this side of the barrier for the correction to stop.”
He left Megan shrieking and twisting on the floor, and turned towards the other wailing girls. “Stop that noise. It is irritating.” He was pleased when they reduced to sniffles. The girls continued to focus on Megan, who occasionally jerked on the ground, and finally began pushing her feet on the tile, trying to slide her prone body away from the agony. Demano continued, “All of the windows and doors… and the balcony, of course… have a security measure installed for your safety. Your Masters are investing much time and money into your training, and will not see it wasted on an impulsive accident.”
Demano turned to see Megan out of the shocking zone and quivering with her knees curled to her chest. “Megan, get back into position, or I will use the remote if you choose to enjoy your collar’s abilities.” His accent was very thick, and Fallon had no idea of its origin. Megan sobbed and dragged herself back to her place beside Fallon, and when Fallon tried to scoot closer to console her, Demano warned, “You have enough to worry about with your own training.”
“Now, in the warmer weather, we will train out here to give your body a pleasing color from the sun. There is an inside room on a lower floor for inclement weather and winter. Everyone look over here.” The girls’ eyes followed him to where a large, round metal disk lay on the floor with two chains hanging from one edge of a matching disk suspended over it from the ceiling, and two strewn on the edge of the surface of the disk on the floor. “If anyone needs correcting for not following my instructions, they will be spread and hung from these disks. They turn very slowly, with half of the arch beyond the collar’s boundary. Would you like to demonstrate the device for your friends, Megan?”
“No,” she shrieked and began to back away.
Demano stormed up to her and grabbed her collar. “No, Master.”
“No… no, Master,” her panicked voice gasped.
Demano patted her head. “Very good.” He looked down at the thin woman’s body, noting small breasts with no muscle tone, slim hips which produced little curve for a waist, and a flat ass. “I think you might try hard to get your body strengthened for your Master.”
Demano unhooked their wrists and led them through two hours of stretching and slow exercises. Through the months working with him, the maneuvers became more demanding and strenuous as their bodies lengthened and tightened.
Over the course of their time with him, none of the women ever tried to run away, as exercise class and the bathing that followed were the only time the women could sometimes whisper to each other. As time wore on, there seemed to be less and less they needed to say.
After Demano was finished, he clipped their wrists behind them again. Leashes were attached to all four collars, and gripped in one of his big hands. The girls followed him silently to the elevator, eyeing each other nervously when his thumb touched the pad. They sank into the mountain, and exited on the floor that Fallon thought the clinic was on. He led them down to the door at the end of the long corridor, and it opened to a room softly lit, with padded tables scattered around it.
“Groomers, come,” Demano ordered. Five naked young women appeared from behind them, and knelt before the trainer with their hands clasped behind their backs and their chests thrust forward. “Anna, you will take care of Courtney. Beth can take Megan, Veronica and Andrea, and Heather and Fallon.” Demano turned to the frightened women. “You will follow the slaves’ instructions or be punished.” He waited a moment, “Acknowledge me, slaves. I will not remind you again.”
“Yes, Master,” the quivering voices replied.
Heather was a tiny brunette with no outstanding features. Her eyes held dulled acceptance of her situation, and Fallon found herself wondering how long ago she had been captured. After Demano unhooked the leashes, he lay back on a sofa with the fifth girl kneeling between his legs.
