“Now now” chided Mistress Mudan “Down girl, plenty of time for that kind of fun with your sis”

She flung the door open with a powerful flourish.

The air in this chamber was not as fresh as the air in the hallway. A deep baked-in aroma of sweat and sex, mixed in with the slightly sweet scents of candles and flames. It was noticeably warmer in here, either from the candles or the activities within.

A wide rectangular room, much like a hall. To the left and right on the short wall, there were floor to ceiling mirrors and on each mirror, there were many women on their knees, slurping and gagging on fake cocks lined along the wall. Seven asses; four on one mirror and three on the other, were bobbing and waggling as the women sucked the cocks in front of them with wanton abandon as though their lives depended on it.

Straight ahead of the mistress and her two slaves, two large chairs were facing away from them. In one was a large, dark skinned man, stoically taking in the sight in front of him.

The wall opposite where they entered was not a wall at all, but windows into several rooms, some big, some not much larger than a closet. Transparent glass showed a wide range of activities on the other side of the glass; women tied up and fucked by machines, another with a bed and a girl being fucked by three guards at once.

As a moment of shock passed, Penny and Amy started to notice the sounds; the wet slapping, slurping, gagging, choking, moans of pain and some of ecstasy. From one of the rooms a woman's gagged but shrill scream rang out as the fucking machine that raped her in the ass accelerated aggressively.

"Sorry I started without you Mu. Couldn't help myself."

As the trio approached the man, they noticed the two young girls, barely in their 20s; wearing red leather collars and red thigh high boots; were kneeling in front of him, heads deep in his lap licking and kissing his cock in perfect sync.

Penny and Amy both stared around the room in astonishment. Inevitably Penny had found herself unwillingly imagining what might be awaiting them, but she had never imagined anything quite so obscene as this. The room stank of sweat and sex, the sound of sucking and groaning and choking a steady background thrum as the scented candles flickered slightly in the draft from the door. Even with her head firmly leashed by the horrible spring hooked through her tongue piercing, Penny strained her eyes to take in the sight of the cocks mounted among the mirrors and shuddered. Even if the cocks there “were" counted as XL she feared she was going to struggle: their length was bad enough but the girth looked terrible, and the woman nearest her, on the end of the line of three, was weeping constantly from the brutal stretching of her throat as she tested her gag reflex to the utter limit, her black skin gleaming with sweat from the raw physical exertion of throating the thick bulbous rubber at a pace so fast that Penny felt dizzy merely watching.

Amy had been given no real hint of what exactly Mistress Mudan might be expecting to teach them, but her fears had conjured a far worse scene than what was now before her. The scented candles, the sense of warmth and space and luxury after the hideous confines of the corpse tray and the freezing corridors of Cruciatu, were a deliciously welcome change to what Amy had expected, and she starred in open curiosity at the two girls kneeling in identical boots and collars as they sucked and licked and worshipped the cock of the man seated so confidently on the throne.

Amy was sure she had never seen him before, but she didn't miss the jovial familiarity with which he addressed Mistress Mudan as simply "Mu". Whoever he was, his standing in Cruciatu must be immense, and Amy  glanced nervously at his cock before it was enveloped in the tight warm embrace of one of the red-collared girls before she allowed it to pop back from between her lips with a reverent kiss.

"These are the sisters?" the man intoned "They don't look very alike."

Amy cringed, but Mudan merely nodded her assent as she ushered the pair forwards.

"They aren't very alike" she giggled, deliberately picking her words to deliver the maximum humiliation possible. "The monstrosity here is an expert cocksucker who hates anal and pretty Sugarsquirts here is an anal slut who hates sucking cock but loves to eat cunt. I think we have a lot of work to do. How are the rest of the students doing?"

Mudan kicked the girls forward, who both scrambled into a kneeling position and locked their hands behind their heads. Penny was panting, her tongue feeling dry from its inability to retreat into her mouth and be re-moistened with saliva. While Penny’s position was handicapped by her immense tit weight, Amy sat up straight and perked with renewed vigour, looking up at the man with what she hoped was the right mix of submissiveness and eagerness.

The man known as Badir regarded them thoughtfully, stroking his chin before his attention returned to the windows in front of him. He gestured to the blonde, Tracey, being group fucked by the three guards

“This is only her second gangbag overall and there is much more training required, which is why these guys have been given a discount. During this practical assessment I'm noticing as the session wears on she slacks off on the sucking after she’s already cum and starts to get fatigued.”

As if on cue, the man being sucked off had had enough of the waning pleasure he was getting from the girl, pulling his cock out abruptly andslapping her face on both sides with such force she would have been sent sprawling if her arms and legs weren’t pinned by the men reaming he in her ass and pussy. 

Muffled yelling could be heard as the man berated her in a rage, spittle spraying her face mixing with the sweat, tears and goblets of drool. Tracey nodded and pleaded desperately, obviously distraught and pleading she’d do better. She glanced fearfully at the one way mirror, knowing that she was being assessed and judged by master Badir on the other side and any displeasure from her clients would have repercussions later. She opened her mouth wide, stuck her tongue out and looked into the eyes of the guard as he drove his cock into her mouth, her eyes watering and rolling in her head as he held it there in her gullet. In a daze she waggled her tongue on the underside of his balls, a task she had neglected to perform earlier as she lost herself in the hot sweating mess.

All guards had the ability to sacrifice some of their pay for access to a never ending supply of sexual services from well-trained or beginner sex slaves. Gangbangs were regular, many of the inexperienced girls like Tracey were giving to them as a discount so that she could get some real world experience servicing three impatient men at once, instead of an uncaring, automated machine.

Master Badir stared down at the two young things sucking him off and stroked the hair of one of them, making her look at and maintain eye contact with him.

Mudan sneered at the two pets “You’re too easy on these two! Let me take over their training today”.

Badir smiled malevolently as the two girls intensified their blowjob sandwich, their non-verbal way of pleading with him for no more harsh training. “Mmmmm I know Mu, but they’re well trained which means I won’t get to enjoy them too much longer. Just trying to make the most of the time together before they are sold and shipped off somewhere else.”

A tiny, imperceptible whine whimpered out from one of the girls at the idea of being sold. The two 20 year olds had been backpacking through Brazil and had wanted to check out a few non-tourist locations. Their journey to Cruciatu had been mercifully shorter than Penny and Amy’s, but their initial training regime had been just as cruel and brutal. Both girls had a low pain tolerance, and had quickly prostrated themselves completely to whatever trainer they faced in order to avoid punishment. Two months later (one of which they had spent under Mudan and Badir), they now submitted to any command and anticipated the needs of whoever they were serving with near telepathic accuracy.

Badir stood and gestured around, and the two slaves sat back on their haunches, awaiting their next command. “The rest of them, I haven't really checked on yet. The deepthroaters haven't been training enough to reach their quota, I figured you could check their technique when you arrived. Haven’t started any squat or sybian training yet…As you can see Tia’s just about halfway through a session with Pumper.”

The noisiest of the windows was an asian lady strapped on her hands and knees to a frame while a large rubber ballgag she was involuntarily biting down on. The side-on angle allowed onlookers to view the absolute monster dildo that was pounding her poor hole. It was goingso fast that Amy’s eyes couldn’d tell if it was vibrating or fucking the girl as it was just a blur. 

The girl screamed and thrashed her bonds, but she could not get away from the rubber monstrosity reamingher guts over and over. Eyes squeezed shut, she squealed and shrieked and the pounding continued, getting faster and faster as her automated session dragged on.

Finally, the man brought his dark eyes down to Penny and Amy. He would have towered over the girls if they were standing, but when they were down on their knees he was a skyscraper. His large semi erect cock twitched as his eyes raped both girls.

“I’ve read the case notes from Claire so we can soften them up with our regime first before we take on her requests.”

The mere mention of Claire brought an involuntary shiver from droplets of saliva from Penny’s tongue as she tried to imagine what sick and twisted things her former friend had planned. The muffled sounds of the gagged and screaming girl being ass raped sounded like she was having a very painful orgasm.

The man noticed Penny react and took a step toward her, his cock filling her vision as she shied away. “These big tits are going to get in the way of many exercises.”

“Thats her fucking problem. “ Mudan sneered “She’s got the tongue to make up for it, she’ll just have to work harder”

“Mmmmm” Badir knelt down now, regarding Penny as if he was a vet looking after an animal; he inspected her tongue and weighed one of her tits in his hand, checking the firmness. “Might need to uncap her, but we’ll make that decision later. Could even have The Reds suck them dry”. The young slaves perked up at a mention, awaiting further instructions that did not come.

His hand reached down to Penny’s now meaty pussy and rubbed the lips and rings with his forefinger and thumb, his hand recoiling slightly as one of the abrasion parts pricked him. Lastly, he gripped the large clit and rolled it back and forth between his fingers for a bit

“Well this is working well at least.” 

Penny panted as she felt the painful burning but pleasurable sensations or her raw clit being played with.

“But it isn’t about you, Penny. Not here. You are here to serve. You are here to suck and milk cocks dry. You don’t even have a clit when you are serving. Your pleasure and orgasm is at the discretion of the us, me and Mudan or whoever else uses you. Disobey, and we will have this little love bud removed and you’ll never get the chance to escape in the blissfulness of an orgasm again. Do I make myself clear?"

Penny's throat was dry with terror, but the raw animal survival instinct kicked in immediately, clinging to this one chance to try and please a member of the Cruciatu team without first annoying them.

"Yes, Master" she whimpered, forcing herself not to flinch as Badir's huge index finger looped cautiously through her serrated clit ring and began to twist "Very clear, Master."

Badir grunted, giving Penny's clit a final horrible twist that dragged a moan of anguish from her gaping mouth and turned his attention briefly towards Amy as she knelt, her arms starting to ache as she maintained her posture as proudly as she could, hoping she too would win praise.

The massive man's eyes flicked up and down her naked frame with an expert's intensity, and then he turned back to Mudan without another word.

In the corner of his eye, Badir could see Amy's posture sag slightly with dismay, but he hid his amusement as he nodded towards the wall.

"I'll start Penny on the wall." he said with a smirk "You take Sugarsquirts for the first lesson. Your choice." He grinned as he gestured to the thrones, his broad gesture encompassing the two red-collars who whimpered as Mistress Mudan turned her gaze on them.

And then Badir gripped Penny's tongue-chain in his fist, jerking her almost off her knees as he strode to the mirror wall, leaving Penny stumbling and shrieking behind him as she was dragged along by collar and tongue, the tortured muscle stretching as he hauled her bodily into position before the vacant mirror and unceremoniously forced her down on all fours with a thump.

Before her, Penny saw an enormous rubber cock, grotesquely thick and rigid as it jutted from its mount, the sculpted rubber bulging with veins as it silently awaited her attention.

Beside her knelt a pale young woman, her lithe frame shaking as she choked, face pressed against the mirror to take the full length of a cock, her freckled face red with strain, distorted by the sickening sight of a Cruciatu brand on her cheek.

"You understand this task?" Badir intoned, his voice booming out over the girl's gasps. "Let me take a seat and explain-"

He dropped his massive muscular frame down, sitting himself firmly on the woman's back and drawing a choked wail of horror from her plugged throat as her arms shook with the sudden effort of supporting the man's weight, bowing her back and almost physically pulling her away from the cock in her mouth.

Penny stared at the emerging shaft in horror as she saw it was studded and spiked along its full length, but Badir merely snapped his fingers, recalling her focus instantly.

"Ignore Beverley" he rumbled "She is nothing. An idiot. Just another yoga-loving feminist with ridiculous dreams of spiritual enlightenment and empowerment and freedom. Do you know how she is here? It is for using luxury laptops to blog about 'finding herself' and how embracing the ancient traditions of Buddhist thought is a perfect path to freedom and equality. She did this in Myanmar, for Jesus' sake."

He glanced down, reached behind his own massive leg, and gripped Beverley's small breast cruelly, crushing hard until the poor girl shrieked again and thrust her body forwards, joints groaning, to take the full length of the punishment cock back into her raw and burning throat, and Badir continued, almost shaking with laughter.

"Can you imagine? Oh I know you were a fool and chose to infuriate the Madam Director Buckley, but even you were not the kind of moron who broadcasts a video on liberating yourself from oppression from the middle of Bagan! And this one chooses to put it out on Tiktok, no less! Frankly she is lucky to be here learning a useful trade that might actually please the Junta rather than discovering true oppression from the inside of Insein."

"As I say" Badir laughed "ridiculous and stupid and suffering for being a fool. But a useful warning. And to be honest, a lucrative fool. She will fetch a fine price in time."

He straightened, and the grin he turned on Penny was almost diabolical.

"So do not waste pity on Beverley. She has hope of leaving here. And when she is trained and broken of her morbid terror of worshipping cock she will doubtless live a long and happy life as a private whore, at least until some fat general grows sufficiently bored of her to simply leave her chained down in the main barracks. But you-"

He leaned forwards, and Beverley choked again as his weight shifted on her creaking back, grinding her kneecaps down against the concrete

"-you have no hope but to please me! And you will start now. Face the mirror. Regard what a whore looks like. And take the cock in your throat until your nose is flat to the glass. Begin."

Penny blanched, and inched forward, the spring tugging cruelly at her tongue as she tried to angle her head to take the tip of the thick shaft between her lips, spreading her jaw as wide as she comfortably could to try and bring the shaft between her teeth.

Horribly conscious that Badir was watching her intently, one massive hand wrapped casually around poor Beverley's tightly stuffed throat.