Gap Year: Time for Orientation 

Art by Lagiacrushater and Story by Samsa23

Jill and Julianne are guided further into the facility until they came up to a metal slatted door. The two girls had stared wide eyed at their surroundings, the clean white walls and bright lights overhead. Then the door began to rise.

        "Obviously we can't have the two of you walking around, I can imagine you've both had a long...er..." Charity flicked a single finger across a glob of cum just over Jill's right breast. She smirked as she stared at it before rubbing it off on the redhead's nose. "...trip. So we've taken the liberty of preparing nice little seats for the both of you."

    The cute couple of captive college co-eds' eyes widened as the door finished rising, revealing a long hallway that led off further into the facility and two new men each pushing what looked like wheelchairs. Only they weren't normal. They'd been modified, heavier metal, a protrusion to attach leg cuffs, and what Jill recognized as...but didn't want to believe...were a pair of sizable dildos. Two of them screwed right into the seat of the wheelchairs.

    Their previous guards acted fast here. While the girls stared wide eyed at the chairs, the men went to a shelf that both clueless co-eds had believed to be stacked with spare parts of some kind. What they actually were: heavy metal cuffs and collars. The guards snapped them around Jill and Julianne's wrists, ankles and slender throats, liberating them from the ropes that'd bound them for something more long term. The collars replaced the constricting but lighter more decorative collars for something much more uncomfortable. It was only when that cold metal clicked into place around Jill's throat that she realized what was going to happen. The stunned Julianne came to the same conclusion a few seconds later.

       "AHH HMMNNN NNNHHTHH GHHHTHHNN HNNN THTHH!" Jill growled. "FMMKK YMMPHB YHHHRR HHLLL KKKKRRHHTHHH!! NNNGHH!"

        "PLLGGHH! PLLFFF NNNHHHH! DHNNTHH MMMPPGHHH MMHHH! PLLFFF!" Julianne begged.

    Their gagged mewls filled the corridor as both girls fought to try and scramble away from their captors. Their perky breasts bounced and their bare feet slapped on the floor as each tried to take advantage of their limbs' newfound freedom. Julianne, having been brutalized the most, filled with guilt and forced to confront her crushing truth: that while back home Jill had always been the quieter 'meek' one while Julianne had been the wild boisterous rebellious blonde...here she found that unrestricted courage missing. She struggled and whined into her gag, but when she felt one of the men grab her by the shoulder and pull her towards one of the wheelchairs, she didn't resist that much. She wriggled but didn't throw her weight into it. She was pushed down onto the seat by the time the second guard had gone to get her friend. She felt the two massive dildos slide home, the one in the front went in easy. Her pussy was still slick from the repeated orgasms and poundings from the trip. But her ass? She'd never had anything stuck in her ass before. It'd always been something that felt a little too much even for her during her sexcapades. And now she felt as though she was going to be split in half. Both holes filled to near bursting, every single movement reminded Julianne just how penetrated she was. The sensations were too much, the sticky cum that still coated her body and face, the jaw-bursting ballgag, the heavy metal cuffs that were now locked to the wheelchair to prevent her from rising, the massive dildos filling her, the fact of her naked body on full display in this air conditioned warehouse. She began to tremble, tears making their way down her face. She whined and moaned into her gag so much that Charity actually stepped over to her.

    The dark-skinned slaver ran her slender fingers through the blonde's fine hair and wrapped an arm around her bare shoulders, "Aww is someone having a hard time? Shhh, it's okay little slave, everything's going to be alright now. We're going to take good care of you here! Yes we are, we're going to teach you both how to be proper little ladies! Mmhmm! So don't be scared, this is a good thing! You two are lucky!"

    Jill was anything but passive when she felt the arms of her guard wrap around her shoulders. She kicked up her leg, now made into a weapon thanks to the very heavy ankle cuff these sick perverts had locked on her. She brought that metal cuff right into the man's crotch. The sound of metal on skin rang out followed by a loud scream from the guard himself. Jill tried to bolt but was caught by the second man, Julianne already secured to her wheelchair by the time Jill had made her move.

       "NNGHH! NNNGHH! MMGGHH!" Jill growled and thrashed with every bit of her strength as she was pulled to her waiting chair. Even as she lost ground and felt the cold metal of the chair bump up against the backs of her knees, she screamed and fought. Her flailing hands caught hold of the chair's arm wrests and she pushed herself off of it as much as she could. The guard trying to secure her managed to catch her other hand and pull it up into the air. Jill's body quaked as she felt the tips of the dildos brush up against her holes. The feeling of the hard rubber on her already sensitive nether lips cause drool to begin leaking from below Jill's panel gag. Even then her strength was impressive, the dildos pushed in slowly, inch by inch while she strove to try and fight her way of of it.

    Charity had been watching the fight, mocking Julianne all the while about being a mousey little sub while her friend actually acted like she wanted to be free.

       "You see we always get one who thinks she can escape, but I've been surprised since starting this little gig how few and far between those girls are, more often we get brainless little cunts like you, blondee, who dress and act like sluts because deep down that's what you are." Charity walked over to where the guard was still struggling with Jill, the second guard still cradled his balls and groaned. The slaver rested both hands on Jill's shoulders and with one firm push sat the redheaded wildcat down on the wheelchair's dildos.

       "UNNGPHHH UNNGHHH! NNNGHPHH!" Jill wailed as she felt the sizable sex toys slide hope without warning or preparation. She was powerless as both guards wrestled her arms and legs down and secured them to the wheelchair.

        "Alright ladies, here's the deal. Your previous lives are over. Whoever the fuck you were outside in your pampered little homes with rich daddies and shopping trips is OVER. You're probably wondering where you are and what you're doing here, well, to put it frankly. This is a sex slave operation, and you two? You're the sex slaves!"

    Both Jill and Julianne began moaning and squirming at the words. Pitching a fit until Charity knotted her fingers through both of their hair and pulled their heads to her sides.

        "This place is a training facility, here we're going to teach you bitches manners, how to talk, how to fuck, and how to make sure you give your new master or mistress every single thing they want out of your pretty little bodies and more. You'll be here for as long as I think you should be here, fuck up, make me mad and you'll be here even longer. When I'm satisfied with you whores,