Still lost in the mental vision of Jason and Angelina desperately pounding away at one another as their bodies strained against their bonds, Heather was suddenly startled out of her daydream by an unexpected touch. Feeling her sensitive nipples being gently manipulated, her eyes sprung open, only to see Jason's beautiful penetrating eyes staring back at her.

Trapped and completely exposed, she could barely move as Jason stood close and gently rolled and pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Still thinking about the events that transpired in the garage so long ago, the once powerful and dominant woman had no illusions about the power of the nanites that were now surging through her body while at the mercy of her former victim.

"You do still have some mightily impressive nipples my dear. And these majestic full and firm tits are still very impressive."

With the dental spreader still holding her jaw excruciatingly wide open, a garbled response escaped her mouth.

"@a*on, #lea*e, %on't, !'m *orry."

"Begging and pleading is so unbecoming of you my dear. And besides, it only excites me more to hear you plead."

Groaning and shaking her head in despair, Heather couldn't do anything to defend herself as she looked up and down his impressive body. Appearing even more lean and muscular, his time as a slave laborer appeared to have been good to him, at least physically. Wearing only his loincloth, cuffs and collar, he was an incredibly attractive man. His many months in the mines was evidenced by the worn look of his sweat stained collar and cuffs. Heather knew she had personally delivered Jason and his loved ones to the Talistaun, and now she dreaded the payback she knew was coming.

"I haven't forgotten a single thing you did to us in that garage, or how you stole my wife from me. And when I heard of your unfortunate tumble from power, I knew my prayers had been answered."

Suddenly pinching her nipples rather tight, a saliva-laden exhale exited her widely spread mouth as she jerked and grunted in response.

"Although we may only have a few days together before your nightmare really begins, I'm going to do my best to make them memorable," snickered Jason.

"I may still be a lowly slave, but I've made some friends down here, and that's not good news for you." Leaning in even closer to Heather, he whispered, "And the nanites were my idea sweetie, and I'm looking forward to seeing you suffer under their effects."

With his message delivered, Heather groaned in discomfort and fright before he finally released his crushing grip on her sensitive nipples. Next, he stepped over to Ashley who was intently watching Jason torment Heather.

Captivated by the sight of his beautiful bound wife, collared, gagged, and caged with a leash dangling from her large ringed nipples, he couldn't help but feel simulated. Her time in the clutches of the Talistaun appeared to have been surprisingly good to her as well. Like Jason, her body was remarkably fit and tone as she stood at attention. Surprisingly to Jason, she appeared to take to her cruel bondage very well. It was quite evident that she had served Heather well as a lesbian sex-slave, and Jason found that inexplicably exciting.

Having been enslaved for many months by the vengeful Talistaun, Jason was a changed man. Broken and defeated, he'd become accustomed to his mine duties and the unrelenting attentions of the mine guards. Forced to live a life of strict bondage and slavery, he'd grown used to seeing and experiencing things that he once found depraved, but now found acceptable and even exciting. Now, the thought of Ashley licking Heather to a wild orgasm as part of her daily sex-slave duties didn't really faze him too much. In fact, it brought a tingle of pleasure to his body, but that didn't mean he didn't still have a place deep in his heart for his lovely wife.

Still gazing into Ashley's beautiful blue eyes, he was abruptly interrupted by one of the mine guards.

"Jason, what are you doing? You did not have permission to visit the caged slaves!"

Quickly jerking his hand away from Ashley, he turned to face the intimidating woman and quickly responded. "I'm sorry Mistress, please, I'm very sorry. I just stopped for a minute, and I made my quota Ma'am."

"I'm sure you did, but rules are rules Jason. You know better than that."

Standing close to Ashley's cage with his back to her, Ashley could see the faint marks and scars of the cruel bullwhip on his back. Looking stronger and more defined than she'd ever seen him, the obvious marks of punishment looked intriguingly attractive in an unexpected kind of way. Scanning up and down his glistening chiseled body with her inquisitive eyes, Ashley felt something beginning to stir deep inside, something she hadn't felt in a long time.

"Yes Mistress I do. Please forgive me," he replied.

Still staring at Jason's glistening body and sweat stained collar and restraints from behind him; Ashley felt her heart begin to beat a little faster. His submissive response sent an added shiver through her body.

"I understand the cute blonde was your wife before you became a slave?"

Looking down at the floor, he replied, "Yes Mistress, she is - was - my wife."

"Hmmm" she responded, "then perhaps I should introduce myself... I am Mistress Christine and I rule over the slaves who reside in my mines, and that includes you two and Jason."

With Jason still standing awkwardly between the two caged beauties, she continued. "Like the others down here, you two will learn to obey my every command or suffer my wrath. I have no patience for disobedient slaves. As a slave, you will do exactly as you are told - just watch."

Staring at Jason with a stern look of control in her eyes, she barked out, "Kneel before me slave-boy, and show your wife how much you appreciate your Mistress!"

"Yes Ma'am, it is my pleasure to serve you," he replied quickly and eagerly as he dropped to his knees and shuffled forward.

Then, as Jason wrapped his arms around her hips and ass cheeks, she slid her feet apart, allowing Jason easier access to her womanhood. With Jason in position, the mine guard pulled her corset top down under her impressive breasts as they popped out for Ashley and Heather to see.

"Now show you wife how good you are at pleasing me Jason. I want her to see my nipples erupt with excitement."

"Thank you Mistress, I will do my best," said Jason, as he lowered his body further before tilting his head back and pressing his mouth to the woman's cleanly shaven mound.

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Staring down through their raised and widely spread legs, the female breeders' hearts were racing a mile a minute as they struggled to breathe through their flaring nostrils. The young girls' frantic eyes quickly became fixated on Jason's enormous cock and large drooping balls as he led the approaching line of enslaved male breeders. Immediately, the teenagers began to jerk violently at the inflexible bonds that held them tight. It was impossible to know what terrified them more, the thought of becoming a breeder or the size of the approaching tool for the job.

Once the collared and bound men were within several feet of the waiting women, Mistress Christine brought them to stop. Forced to stand only inches apart as their large hard cocks slid up through the hands of the man directly in front, they gazed and smiled upon the women strapped to the tables. Not knowing which of the gorgeous breeders they'd be assigned to, they visually inspected them all. This was the only thing that the breeding males had to look forward to in their pathetic lives as slaves, and it showed.

Christine soon had help to assist with disconnecting the males and positioning them accordingly. Emerging from behind the tables were three middle-aged women who were clearly slaves themselves. One of the three had a full head of silver hair, which made her look older than her true age of 42. Wearing the telltale signs of slavery, the collared women sported decorative metal cuffs and wore tiny coverings made of sheer fabric to allow for a full view of their womanly treasures. Now past the ideal age for producing optimum offspring, these women now worked in the breeding chamber to support the ongoing operations.

"Mistress Christine, we're ready to serve Ma'am."

"Thank you slaves... You've done a fine job preparing the females."

"Thank you Ma'am, it was our pleasure."

"I'm sure it was," snickered Christine.

"Come help me separate these slaves. I'm sure they're anxious to get to work themselves!"

Stepping close to the tightly grouped men, the three women each reached for the back of a collar to release the leash that was clasped to it. Within seconds, the men were separated from each other and under the control of Christine's assistants, while she maintained possession of Jason. Still hobbled and with their arms bound behind them, the men began to spread out some.

"Listen to me carefully. I will manage Jason, who will mate with Tina. I want the blonde white slave to mate with the first young girl next to Tina, and the black slave to mate with other young girl next to her. This should prove to have fascinating results. The remaining slave will be mated with Sue on the end. Now, wrap their manhoods with the binder loops so we can get started."

For the two first-timers on the tables, the sight of all four men spread out was even more menacing. None of the slaves had cocks less than 12" long as they projected outward from their powerful looking bodies. The sight of the males' long fat shafts was so shocking and surreal for the young girls; their protesting bodies momentarily became still on the tables. Unable to fathom how something so large could possibly fit inside their tight canals, their blood felt like ice water as it surged through their bodies.

Still stunned by the size of the men's equipment, the female breeders watched with dreaded curiosity as Christine and her assistants gathered up their impressive manhoods and slipped a thin white cord around the base of their equipment. Once the cords fully encircled their vulnerable equipment, they slowly pulled at the dangling loose end of the loops in order to draw the binding cord tightly closed.

While the cords were being properly tightened and secured, the helpless females watched with fascination as the men's privates were cruelly cinched off. It took a moment for the first-time breeders to understand what was happening. At first, the white cords made no sense, but when they started to see the thick veins in their fat cocks begin to swell and expand, they quickly understood one of the consequences of the binding cords.

Looking across the line of males with their packages tightly contained by the biting cords, Christine responded. "Nice work ladies, now move them into position."

"Yes Ma'am," they replied as they pulled each of the men toward their appropriate mate.

Tina and Sue were becoming a bit more anxious as the male slaves were positioned between their spread legs. With their enormous purple cocks beginning to throb and bob only inches away from their gaping entrances, they fully understood the intended results of impending exercise. Even though this wasn't a new experience for them, they were still astonished by the size of the men's throbbing cocks. More importantly, they knew it was now only a matter of minutes before their pussies would be surrendering to the enormous vein-rich cocks that danced before them.

However, for the two teenagers, it was an entirely different story. Having just been sentenced to the breeding barn only two days earlier, they were terrified by the awful fate they now faced. It was almost inconceivable for them to get their heads around what was happening to them. Only three days earlier, the young girls were enjoying their relatively carefree lives in a small town hundreds of miles away from the Nation of Talistaun. Now they found themselves enslaved, stripped naked, and strapped to breeding tables with large male slaves about to ravage their inexperienced pleasure holes.

* * * * * * * *

"You and Alika will likely escape being auctioned. I happen to know Mr. Adir has requested that you both be turned over to him at the end of your sentences. However, don't be fooled by his generosity. If either of you fail to adhere to your training or fulfill your duties, you will be auctioned off to the highest bidder, just like these other fine slaves here!"

Still caught up in the inconceivable display of subjugation on the stage, all their heads were gently shaking in disbelief and objection to the sights before them. And to further add to their humiliation and despair, a few of the new arriving slaves saw several of the folks in audience gawking and pointing at them. They were clearly sizing up the new arrivals, perhaps for future rental purposes, or maybe as a planned purchase, they had no way of knowing.

Standing behind the podium on stage, the auctioneer was busy soliciting the highest bid for the emotionless slave on the stage, when suddenly his gavel hit the surface with a loud thud.

Then, as the tall voluptuous beauty was carefully led from the stage and her leash handed to her new owner, they watched as she slowly strutted over to an empty seat where she was prompted to kneel alongside it. With his new slave in tow at his side, the tall chunky man sat down in the chair and began to pet her head as if she was his pet.

Next, a cute little blonde-haired girl climbed the stairs and began to approach center stage. Collared and cuffed as required by protocol, she had a large orange ball gag filling her tiny mouth. Standing 5' 3" tall and weighing no more than 95 lbs., the adorable young girl had long straight hair that reached her cuffed wrists behind her back. Stepping along carefully on her tall pointed heels, she was clearly inexperienced in the shoes as her ankles wobbled about.

Sporting a pair of modest sized breasts that looked impressively firm and round, she looked to be an 18 year old teenager at best with her cute little face and cleanly shaven pussy.

Once she was finally facing the audience and stable on her shoes, the auctioneer began to speak.

"This little beauty is a special request of Mr. Takiana's wife. Even though she's only been with us for six months, she has adapted exceptionally well to her training... Bidding will be limited to the select few participants who have established proper reserves. By our rules, Mr. Takiana will be given the right of final refusal... But first, the lovely Mrs. Takiana has requested a confirmation of this slave's training and obedience."

Motioning to someone near the stage, the man quickly climbed onto the platform with a small wooden chair and set it alongside the standing girl.

"Mrs. Takiana, would you kindly step to the stage Ma'am?"

Standing from one of the comfortable chairs in the audience, the attractive woman of Asian descent began to walk toward the small set of steps at the front of the stage. With an unmistakable smirk on her face and an excited look in her eyes, she seductively sauntered forward atop her own set of sexy heels. The beautiful woman was wearing a breathtaking sundress that did a remarkable job of outlining her amazing figure. Not much larger than the blonde slave on the stage, Mrs. Takiana climbed onto the stage and eagerly sat in the chair that was positioned perpendicular to the gawking crowd.

"You may begin at your convenience Mrs. Takiana," exclaimed the auctioneer.

Spreading her legs slightly, Mrs. Takiana looked up to the blonde who now faced her only 3 feet way. Then raising her right hand with her palm up, she began to curl her index finger in and out in a classic gesture for the slave to approach.

Fully understanding the woman's signal, the blonde carefully stepped forward until her knees touched the hem of Mrs. Takiana's short sundress.

Reaching up with both hands, Mrs. Takiana began to grope the blonde's firm tits. Carefully caressing her sensitive mounds, she quickly found her way to the young girl's budding nipples. Sensing the slave's immediate reaction to her touch, Mrs. Takiana began to tease her hard sensitive nipples.

With the older woman teasing and gently pinching her receptive pleasure buds, the bound girl began to moan and shiver as her sexy blue eyes slowly disappeared behind her closing lids. While carefully maintaining her balance, the slave's training kicked-in as she ever so slightly leaned forward to encourage the torment of her highly sensitive nubs.

After several seconds, Mrs. Takiana abruptly pulled her hands away from the young girl's perfect breasts before she spoke.

"Kneel slave girl!"

As quickly as she could, the young slave dropped to her dainty knees.

Next, Takiana reached around the back of her head and unbuckled the straps holding the bright orange ball in her mouth, before pulling the ball from the girl's stretched mouth.

Immediately the girl responded with, "Thank you Mistress."

"You're quite welcome slave. What's your name?"

"I am slave Amanda, Mistress."

Shaking her head in approval, "I like that name very much. And I'm very pleased to see you're so well mannered."

"Thank you Mistress, I live to serve Ma'am."

"I'm hoping so sweetie."

While reaching down to her hips, Mrs. Takiana lifted her ass cheeks from the chair and pulled her sundress up until her neatly trimmed vagina was in full view.

From her knees, Amanda stared down at the woman's exposed pussy before she heard her speak again.

"Do you like what you see slave Amanda?"

"Yes Mistress, I do."

"Do you have a request for me?"

"Yes Mistress. May I please lick your pussy Ma'am?"

"Are you sure you want to do that slave Amanda?"

"Oh yes Mistress, it would be a great honor to pleasure you Ma'am... Please allow this lowly slave the honor of pleasing you Mistress."

Giggling, she slid her ass to the very edge of the chair and replied, "Yes, it will be your honor to lick me, proceed!"

"Thank you Mistress," she said, as she hunched down and craned her head forward until her mouth met up with the woman's labia lips that were nestled within her soft patch of light brown pubic hair.

Mrs. Takiana quickly felt the girl's tongue slip inside her slit and go to work. Leaning back in the chair, the woman was clearly enjoying the skilled lounge that was lapping and gently probing at her feminine opening.

"Mmmmmm, you do appear to be well trained my dear."