x_TheCaptain_x MaledomEmpire

x_TheCaptain_x Once all the cunts were loaded and up in the air Ramirez and I locked up the van and headed to the gate at the end of the track. After checking there were no cunts attempting to escape the facility on the other side of the gate I call out “CLEAR” and slap a button on the wall. The gate rolls up into the ceiling and the track hums to life, unseen motors propelling the spread eagle cunts forward down the track and into the waiting hallway on the other side. My partner and I step in after them and close the security gate behind us.

The racks chug forward to stop at a dead end wall. Once the gate is closed behind us Ramirez slaps another button at the end of the hall and the wall opens up to reveal Cleaning and Sorting.

The room on the other side is totally coated, floor, ceiling and walls in sparkling white tiles. The floor has a gentle slope down to a single drain in the center. The cunt racks lurch forward again. A split in the track sends the odd cunts left and the even cunts right until they come to a stop in the middle of their porcelain hell, four on each side of the room facing each other so they could watch each other get abused. We had specifically split the mom from her cuntlets so she could get a front row view to their intro to enslavement.

While the dispassionate track got the cunts into position Ramirez and I donned a pair of waterproof jumpsuits waiting on pegs by the door, stepping into rubber boots and pulled on heavy rubber gloves. Ramirez started uncoiled a hose from the wall as I walked over to the equipment carts. The cart was a waist high mobile work station with a computer on top (currently covered by a water proof case) with a bunch of various cleaning tools hanging from the sides. I turn on the cheap boombox in a big plastic bag and start scrolling through my phone.

“Rock or rap today?”

“Let’s rock out.”

“10-4 good buddy”

I hit play and tuck the phone into the stereo’s bag for safekeeping. As ACDC’s *Highway to Hell* echos off the walls, feminine shrieks compete with the song when Ramirez starts blasting their helpless stretched bodies with freezing cold water. I fill up a bucket with soapy cold water and follow along behind him [scrubbing the cunts downs with a stiff brush](https://tb3.sb-cd.com/w:640/1/6/1600692-t6-enh/roller+cunt+scene+4.jpg). Once the cunts have been scrubbed so vigirously their skin glows pink they get a second date with Ramirez’s hose to get the soap off.

Next comes the deep cleans. Ramirez grabs a bottle of shampoo and a stepladder while I grab a glorified toilet brush and a fat over sized dildo made out of soap. The cunts get a very confusing experience: while the get a relatively gentle scalp massage and shampoo job from my partner I roughly fuck the with a soap dildo until their stretched pussy gets a lathers. Then the stiff round brush scrubs out their insides real good.

Our processions works its was down the line of cunts without a hitch until we reach the younger sister of the family group we grabbed. Her cute pink lips part easily for Mr. Clean as I call the dildo, but just past her entrance it hits resistance. “Goddamn it that a hymen? What’s the matter bitch didn’t nobody make you a real woman yet? Don’t worry someone is going to pay a lot of money to fix that for you.” I jog to the equipment cart and grab a stiff metal chastity belt with a Do Not Enter road sign on the crotch. Fittingly *If You Want Blood You Got It* is blarring out of the speakers as I lock it snuggly to the crying barely legal teen. Then I turn around to her hanging mom with an evil smile. “Bad news mama, you might have just lost your little girl. There’s plenty of perverts out there looking to pay top dollar for mother/daughter slave trio sets, but if one of them is a virgin 18 year old? Tsk tsk who can afford that? We’ll leave it up to the Adjudicator to decide but if I had to guess it’s going to be you and your oldest paired up waving bye bye to your sweet baby faced slut at the auction block. If you were a good mother you found have bent her over a popped her yourself. Too late. Have fun regretting you never strap-on fucked your kid for the rest of your life.” I give her face a condescending pat then kneel down and shove Mr. Clean into her old snatch.

After Ramirez hoses the shampoo out of their hair he replaces the traditional hose head with a dildo shaped one. Each cunt screams as their tender pussies are flooded with a high pressure spray of freezing water shot straight against their cervix. Afterwards he uses the same hose to fill up eight enema bags with cold water, then plugs each cunts ass with them and hangs the from their racks to drain into their bowels.

While Ramirez administers the enemas I pull out a digital camera and snap pictures of each cunt’s face, tits, cunt and ass After I pull the waterproof case off the computer I plug the sim card from the camera in and go to work. Starting with our TV star I upload the new pictures into their DFA registry files. To my surprise a notification pops up on the screen as before I can update the third file.

“What’s this, ‘Slavery Status Update?’ Hmmm…” I click pop up.

“Something wrong?” asks Ramirez? He has to raise his voice over the shill gagged shrieks of cunts as their bodies are wracked with cramps from the freezing water flooding their bowels. My playlist is on fire with the fitting tracks as *You Shook Me All Night Long* accompanies the dripping wet cunt’s shivering.

“Nothing wrong it’s just….oh no shit! Look at this, our little halfbreed celebrity just sold!” I look up at you with a smirk. “Congrats bitch! Looks like the studio help an online auction for you while you were driving around with us all day! How fun.” I look back down at the screen and click around. “Whoever it is must have been waiting on the updated photos to ensure no damages happened at the after party before clearing funds. Aww that means he’s been waiting by the computer since we got back! How cute!”

The DFA Cunt Registry is so advanced that our pick up van is equipped with a system similar to the ones pizza companies use to let their customers track their orders. The second Ramirez updated our itinerary that your pick up was completed your DFA file would be marked as In Transit. The moment the GPS locator in the van entered the garage that status flipped to Processing. Your new owner may have been sitting at home all day watching your file but more likely he logged in once he got the text message alert that your status had updated.

Just then another notification pops up on the screen. “Whoa, forget what I said about this guy being cute.”

“Why, what’s up?”

“He just sent in his pre-delivery requests.”

“What, he got some weird fetish he signed he up for specialty training in.”

“Kind of. Take a look at the body modification section.”

I flip the screen around for Ramirez to see. Damn near every single box is checked, and he ran out of characters in the Special Requests box forcing the submit three separate forms. Ramirez’s eyes scan down the list, accompnied by the occasional eyebrow raise or eye bulge. When he gets to the bottom he lets out a low whistle. “Jesus Christ what a sick fuck.” He grabs something off the cart and walks over to you with something resembling almost pity in his eyes.

“Take a good look at yourself now cunt. Tomorrow morning you’re not going to recognize the thing you see in the mirror.”

He bends down and in a single quick motion stabs a safety pin straight through your sensitive clit. A heavy little medallion that reads SOLD hangs from your fresh piercing. “Congratulations cunt,” he says as he gives it a flick.Once all the cunts were loaded and up in the air Ramirez and I locked up the van and headed to the gate at the end of the track. After checking there were no cunts attempting to escape the facility on the other side of the gate I call out “CLEAR” and slap a button on the wall. The gate rolls up into the ceiling and the track hums to life, unseen motors propelling the spread eagle cunts forward down the track and into the waiting hallway on the other side. My partner and I step in after them and close the security gate behind us.

The racks chug forward to stop at a dead end wall. Once the gate is closed behind us Ramirez slaps another button at the end of the hall and the wall opens up to reveal Cleaning and Sorting.

The room on the other side is totally coated, floor, ceiling and walls in sparkling white tiles. The floor has a gentle slope down to a single drain in the center. The cunt racks lurch forward again. A split in the track sends the odd cunts left and the even cunts right until they come to a stop in the middle of their porcelain hell, four on each side of the room facing each other so they could watch each other get abused. We had specifically split the mom from her cuntlets so she could get a front row view to their intro to enslavement.

While the dispassionate track got the cunts into position Ramirez and I donned a pair of waterproof jumpsuits waiting on pegs by the door, stepping into rubber boots and pulled on heavy rubber gloves. Ramirez started uncoiled a hose from the wall as I walked over to the equipment carts. The cart was a waist high mobile work station with a computer on top (currently covered by a water proof case) with a bunch of various cleaning tools hanging from the sides. I turn on the cheap boombox in a big plastic bag and start scrolling through my phone.

“Rock or rap today?”

“Let’s rock out.”

“10-4 good buddy”

I hit play and tuck the phone into the stereo’s bag for safekeeping. As ACDC’s *Highway to Hell* echos off the walls, feminine shrieks compete with the song when Ramirez starts blasting their helpless stretched bodies with freezing cold water. I fill up a bucket with soapy cold water and follow along behind him [scrubbing the cunts downs with a stiff brush](https://tb3.sb-cd.com/w:640/1/6/1600692-t6-enh/roller+cunt+scene+4.jpg). Once the cunts have been scrubbed so vigirously their skin glows pink they get a second date with Ramirez’s hose to get the soap off.

Next comes the deep cleans. Ramirez grabs a bottle of shampoo and a stepladder while I grab a glorified toilet brush and a fat over sized dildo made out of soap. The cunts get a very confusing experience: while the get a relatively gentle scalp massage and shampoo job from my partner I roughly fuck the with a soap dildo until their stretched pussy gets a lathers. Then the stiff round brush scrubs out their insides real good.

Our processions works its was down the line of cunts without a hitch until we reach the younger sister of the family group we grabbed. Her cute pink lips part easily for Mr. Clean as I call the dildo, but just past her entrance it hits resistance. “Goddamn it that a hymen? What’s the matter bitch didn’t nobody make you a real woman yet? Don’t worry someone is going to pay a lot of money to fix that for you.” I jog to the equipment cart and grab a stiff metal chastity belt with a Do Not Enter road sign on the crotch. Fittingly *If You Want Blood You Got It* is blarring out of the speakers as I lock it snuggly to the crying barely legal teen. Then I turn around to her hanging mom with an evil smile. “Bad news mama, you might have just lost your little girl. There’s plenty of perverts out there looking to pay top dollar for mother/daughter slave trio sets, but if one of them is a virgin 18 year old? Tsk tsk who can afford that? We’ll leave it up to the Adjudicator to decide but if I had to guess it’s going to be you and your oldest paired up waving bye bye to your sweet baby faced slut at the auction block. If you were a good mother you found have bent her over a popped her yourself. Too late. Have fun regretting you never strap-on fucked your kid for the rest of your life.” I give her face a condescending pat then kneel down and shove Mr. Clean into her old snatch.

After Ramirez hoses the shampoo out of their hair he replaces the traditional hose head with a dildo shaped one. Each cunt screams as their tender pussies are flooded with a high pressure spray of freezing water shot straight against their cervix. Afterwards he uses the same hose to fill up eight enema bags with cold water, then plugs each cunts ass with them and hangs the from their racks to drain into their bowels.

While Ramirez administers the enemas I pull out a digital camera and snap pictures of each cunt’s face, tits, cunt and ass After I pull the waterproof case off the computer I plug the sim card from the camera in and go to work. Starting with our TV star I upload the new pictures into their DFA registry files. To my surprise a notification pops up on the screen as before I can update the third file.

“What’s this, ‘Slavery Status Update?’ Hmmm…” I click pop up.

“Something wrong?” asks Ramirez? He has to raise his voice over the shill gagged shrieks of cunts as their bodies are wracked with cramps from the freezing water flooding their bowels. My playlist is on fire with the fitting tracks as *You Shook Me All Night Long* accompanies the dripping wet cunt’s shivering.

“Nothing wrong it’s just….oh no shit! Look at this, our little halfbreed celebrity just sold!” I look up at you with a smirk. “Congrats bitch! Looks like the studio help an online auction for you while you were driving around with us all day! How fun.” I look back down at the screen and click around. “Whoever it is must have been waiting on the updated photos to ensure no damages happened at the after party before clearing funds. Aww that means he’s been waiting by the computer since we got back! How cute!”

The DFA Cunt Registry is so advanced that our pick up van is equipped with a system similar to the ones pizza companies use to let their customers track their orders. The second Ramirez updated our itinerary that your pick up was completed your DFA file would be marked as In Transit. The moment the GPS locator in the van entered the garage that status flipped to Processing. Your new owner may have been sitting at home all day watching your file but more likely he logged in once he got the text message alert that your status had updated.

Just then another notification pops up on the screen. “Whoa, forget what I said about this guy being cute.”

“Why, what’s up?”

“He just sent in his pre-delivery requests.”

“What, he got some weird fetish he signed he up for specialty training in.”

“Kind of. Take a look at the body modification section.”

I flip the screen around for Ramirez to see. Damn near every single box is checked, and he ran out of characters in the Special Requests box forcing the submit three separate forms. Ramirez’s eyes scan down the list, accompnied by the occasional eyebrow raise or eye bulge. When he gets to the bottom he lets out a low whistle. “Jesus Christ what a sick fuck.” He grabs something off the cart and walks over to you with something resembling almost pity in his eyes.

“Take a good look at yourself now cunt. Tomorrow morning you’re not going to recognize the thing you see in the mirror.”

He bends down and in a single quick motion stabs a safety pin straight through your sensitive clit. A heavy little medallion that reads SOLD hangs from your fresh piercing. “Congratulations cunt,” he says as he gives it a flick.