Enthralled Chpt 6 [NC]

T/W and disclaimer: This story is 💯 fiction, it never happened and the people in it do not exist in real life. It contains graphic descriptions of: abduction, rape, brain washing with whatever torments, humiliations, and abuses my deviant mind can imagine. You've been warned.

The handlers arrived and we were again bound in the luggage carts. We stopped in a large waiting room, and one of the handlers said to the receptionist: "159 and 227. We're a little late, there was an incident. I trust that won't be a problem?" "Of course not Sir, we'll take it from here."

I wanted to get a glimpse of my surroundings but I couldn't open my eyes, cum having run into them from my cheeks. We were wheeled a little further and then released. I was completely disoriented and had to be helped up. A warm moist towel dabbed at my face, gently wiping the cum from my eyes and face. "Thank you." I said and got a good look at my surroundings. There were several female attentdants all of them nude and all of them completely bald. The woman who had cleaned my face was throwing the towel into a hamper. The aesthetician was nude as well with pierced nipples that had bells hanging from her jewelry. She was seated behind a desk and looking at the computer. She smiled as she stood up and said cheerfully: "Hi-eee! I'm 101. I"m the head aesthetician. Good news, bad news. Let's get the bad stuff out of the way first. The orders say that your both getting shaved and waxed, then colonics, but then you're not due for service until the garden party. That means that you can relax and be pampered for a few hours. Since you're her mentor 159, you're up first." My face paled and I reflexively looked at my beautiful bush. She looked at me kindly and said: "I know, you both have such beautiful hair, and I love the bush. I hate to have to do it but orders are orders. Would you like a cocktail?" I nodded and an attendant rolled over a bar cart. She poured juice and champagne into a pitcher and then I was horrified to see her pee in it. Then she grabbed two glasses and inserted first one, and then the other into her pussy and poured our drinks. 159 took hers and drank it all in one gulp. "Bottoms up hun, trust me this will be bad enough, no need to do it sober." I nodded then steeling myself took a cautious sip. "Hey that's not bad! I licked the rim, and, looking at the girl who made the drinks I winked and said: "Tasty."

She flushed deeply and 159 said: "See, I keep telling you, there's something about you. Want a shot? I know I need one. I was so happy when I earned my hair back. Oh well."

"Why are they shaving our heads?" I asked? I can understand body hair, fucking patriarchy but why our heads? And what do you mean earn your hair back?"

"The hierarchy here will be explained to you in more detail Monday when your classes start. But since you're brand new, you start on the bottom. That means you have your head shaved until the Masters decide you're good enough to have hair again. None of us are ever allowed clothes or body hair though. I'm your mentor for the next few months, so whatever happens to you, happens to me. If you get praised I do too. If you get punished, then so do I. You notice that I was waiting at the door last night unbound? You can earn that privilege too. Until then we go around bound, usually in the slave racks."

Our shots arrived and I sniffed my glass: "Washington apples!" I said excitedly. "My favorite." I raised my glass and said: "Lets go get bald." After I drained it I added "Hurry up before I lose my nerve."

We all cried as our heads were buzzed, even the slaves with the clippers. Another round of "peemosas" and then we were waxed. This process took much longer for me as I had proudly grown out my body hair like any good young feminist. It was another brutal, dehumanizing assault on my identity and I wept more at the injustice than the pain.
By this time I was more than tipsy as we were led into another room with two gyno chairs. Each had some sort of apparatus attached and my eyes fixated on the long hose. There was a drain in the floor and I groaned, figuring out what was coming next. Sure enough, fully three feet of what was essentially a pressure washer was inserted in my ass and they sprayed out my insides. It was different...not so much painful as it was uncomfortable. Like being really bloated and having really bad gas at the same time. It was over quickly enough and we were left there to squirt water out for a half hour or so. 159 took the opportunity to nap. I took another shot.

The rest of the morning passed like a normal spa day: mani/pedi, facials which included our newly bald parts and after we were moisturized we could relax. We opted for a hot bath and then a massage.

As we soak 159 said: "You have to admit, slave life has it's perks. It's not all sunshine and roses, but if you are good and do as commanded, no matter what, you get rewards like this."

"What's going to happen to me?" I ask. "Well, you're a Ravenscroft slave now. Your old life is over. Whoever you were, she's dead. You're going to be trained and conditioned to accept, even crave whatever abuse and humiliation they throw at you. You're already doing it even if you don't realize it. You've been assaulted, beaten, sodomized and forced to have lesbian sex, as well asdegrade other slaves. And it's your first 24 hours. Expect more of the same and things I can't think of rightnow.

"What's going to happen at the garden party?" I ask nervously. "Who knows? It could be anything from beatings, to humiliating games, to sexual service, to whatever they want. The only thing I know for sure, for the foreseeable future, we're in it together."

"Thank you." I say sincerely.

We ate a light lunch after our massages and the aesthetician suggested we nap until the handlers came for us. We
did, snuggling together on a large day bed. It seemed I had only just closed my eyes when 101 gently woke us up. "Would you like coffee? The handlers will be here in about half an hour."

"Please." says 159 and I nod, still groggy. We sip our coffee in silence for a few minutes before 159 says: "I don't know what they have planned for us this afternoon, but I can tell you this: if you don't obey quickly or if you speak without being asked a direct question WE will regret it. Those are the two biggest rules."

I nod silently and my imagination starts to run wild, but my worst nightmares couldn't have prepared me for what was to come.