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Dear Reader, This is a about sex slaves - true sex slaves.
CAUTION: SLAVERY, HEAVY BDSM, NON CONSENSUAL, RAPE, VIOLENCE, REAL BAD
STUFF
If you don't like those things, please read something else. Thanks to
Sara and Rex for all their help on this one. E.Z.
SLAVES
The Capture of Elise
She regained consciousness to the sound of the truck's air brakes
hissing. The chain pinching her narrow waist locked behind her. Attached
cuffs held her hands against her belly. Her ankles were crossed and
chained. A third chain drew her into a ball. Reinforced adhesive bandages
covered her eyes and mouth. The air was rank, a combination of sweat,
exhaust fumes and perfumes.
(What happened? Think, Elise! Think! We left the tournament. The
girls were excited because they'd placed second. We were on the freeway
when a tire blew out. The bus swerved and slowed to a stop. The driver
got out to check the tires. We started getting sleepy. Then nothing.)
She heard muffled moans and the road noise of the truck.
(Oh, my god, we've been kidnapped! Okay, Elise. Calm down. What
should I do? Yes! Cooperate! Don't give them a reason to kill you. Wait
for rescue. That's it. Cooperate and stay alive. At all costs, stay
alive!)
She bounced against the wood floor of the truck as it slowed and turned.
(Who would do this? Miss Howard's fianc‚? He's rich and powerful. Did
he know she was having an affair with the football coach? But why all of
us? Why?)
Her sweat flowed in the heat of the sealed truck. She fought the
wooziness, the nausea. The truck stopped and a door opened.
(Remember, Elise, cooperate! Stay alive at all costs. Do whatever they
ask, but stay alive!)
"All right. Let's get them unloaded," a harsh female voice said.
"There are nineteen," a male voice replied.
"Nineteen? The order was for seventeen. What happened?" the woman
said.
"Two unexpected passengers. We didn't want to leave them, so we took
them all."
"Which ones are the extras?"
A hand in Elise's hair yanked her face upward.
"This one," the male said. "Probably a mother. And that one there."
Her head hit the floor with a thud.
"Oh, what a precious child, " the woman said. Elise heard tape being
ripped off skin.
"Please don't me."
(That's Lana! My baby! Leave her alone. She's only thirteen. Goddamn
you, leave her alone!)
"I'll you if I want to . . . and I want to. You'll learn to like
what I do to you. You'll learn to enjoy the pain," the woman hissed. Her
voice was evil, so cloying and cruel.
"Please don't," Lana whined in a pathetic sob.
(What kind of beast is that woman? What are you doing to my baby?
Don't cry, Lana. Don't cry. I'm here, baby. Momma's here!)
Elise struggled against her bondage, her muscles tight, but she couldn't
move.
"Doctor!" It was a different voice, a cold, commanding, male voice.
"Yes, Master," the woman replied.
(She called him Master. Who could be master of that devil woman? Oh,
God, what's happening?)
"Have you identified the ones we've sold?" the male said.
(Sold? Someone's been sold? No. I didn't hear that. Not slavers!
Not in this day and age! Not in California! I can't be living this. It's
a nightmare.)
"Yes, Master. All of them. There are two unexpected arrivals. This
child and an one."
"Set them aside. I'll decide what to do with them. Separate the sold
ones and let's start processing the keepers. We've got a lot of work to
do."
Hands lifted her like a sack of sand. She smelled the pungent odor of
the who carried her and felt the wetness of his sweat-soaked
against her cheek. He grunted from her weight as he stepped off the truck,
walked several paces and set her on the ground. A hand in her hair lifted
her to a sitting position. The tape was ripped from her eyes. The
holding her hair said nothing. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she
was staring into a cold, craggy face with ice blue eyes. She shivered.
(He's merciless. Merciless! Oh, God, he'll kill me! Don't panic,
Elise. Cooperate. At all costs, cooperate. For Lana. For Lily. For
yourself. Please, God, I don't want to die!)
"I'll ask questions. You'll speak only to answer them. Say anything
else and you'll be punished. Do you understand?"
She nodded. He ripped away the tape over her mouth.
"Please don't me," escaped her. Anger flashed in his eyes. With
his left hand behind her head, he sealed her mouth and nose with his right.
(No. Please. I meant no harm.)
She felt fire in her lungs. Involuntarily, she struggled, twisting
against the chains and his hands holding her head. Her bladder gave, the
warm soaking her skirt. Her world began to darken.
(I'm going to die!)
When he released her, the fire in her lungs intensified as she gulped
air.
"Next time be obedient," he said.
He unlocked the chain holding her in a ball. Without waiting for her
aching muscles to respond, he forced her to lie flat. He tucked her skirt
into the chain around her waist and pulled her down to her ankles.
His hands were on her, testing, probing. He rolled her face down. His
hands dug into the cheeks of her ass, traced the curve of her thighs.
Strong hands. Demanding hands.
(How dare you! Someone will see me. My body's mine. Go away, you
bastard, leave me alone!)
He rolled her on her back again. He pulled at the tuft of her dark
bush. Effortlessly, he jerked her into a kneeling position and hunkered
opposite her. She tried to close her knees, to be ladylike.
"Never take your eyes from mine. Spread your knees widely," he said
very softly. She did as he instructed. A finger touched her knee and
slowly traced its way upward.
(Oh, God, don't let me react to him. Go away. Please! Go away. Don't
touch me there. Think of something else, Elise. Don't think about what's
happening.) She looked at him, but she saw sights a thousand miles away.
"You act like you're enjoying a strange playing with your in
public. Do you do it often? Oh. got your tongue? Well, I'll help
you get it back. But your dignity? I own that now. You'll have to earn
it. Do you want me to make you cum?"
(He's toying with me. The bastard! The goddamned bastard! He's
humiliating me and laughing at me while he does it. I can't react to him.
I can't!)
He caressed her lower lips, tugged at her bush. Stroking. Gently. She
quivered and her hips moved. Her eyes focused on him now. She saw his
pleasure at her reactions. The lips of her mouth parted as he parted her
other lips. She gasped when his finger entered her. She groaned as he
moved back and forth. She couldn't stop her hips from moving. He
his wet finger clean, and grinned, if that intense and controlling
expression could be deemed a grin.
She almost thanked him when he lowered her skirt again. He removed her
jewelry: the wedding ring, bracelets, the diamond necklace her husband had
given her for their anniversary. Someone raised her hair, leaving her neck
exposed. Her eyes never left his.
"I have a new necklace for you," he said softly, but not gently. "See.
It's a steel slave collar. It locks around your neck and will never be
removed unless I sell you. You're mine. I own you now, like I own my dog.
Like my dog, you'll obey me happily. Listen for the click of the lock. It
sounds the beginning of your new life as my slave. Listen!"
The steel collar fit snugly. The lock click sounded like a rifle shot
to her. She flinched and began shaking. She tried to be still and keep
the tears from rolling down her face.
(Speak. Scream. Do something! No. No. Cooperate! He'll kill you if
you resist. Stay alive! For yourself! For the girls! Do what he wants.)
"Be still," he said. He cut away her blouse and bra, leaving her naked
to the waist. His giant hands felt hard and hot on her as he
played with them.
"Are they natural?"
She didn't reply. He slapped her face twice.
"Answer me!"
"Yes," she said stunned.
"You'll always call me master. Answer again."
"Yes, Master."
"Who plays with them besides your husband?"
"No one, Master. Oh, god, don't!" she screamed as he crushed the flesh
of her in his hands. It oozed between his fingers like bread
dough.
"Don't ever lie to me!"
"There have been others, Master."
"How many?"
"Many, Master. Ten or twelve."
"You're a slut, aren't you?"
"Yes, Master," she sobbed. She didn't care who knew how many she
fucked, about her adulteries and dalliances. She didn't care about
anything but staying alive.
"No wonder you liked me playing with you as others watched. You did
like it, didn't you?"
"No, Master."
"You lied, but it makes no difference. You'll learn to love it with a
hundred people watching you. Is the yours?"
"Yes, Master."
"What's her name?"
"Lana, Master."
He turned to a standing beside him. "Get me Sara," he said. He
again looked at Elise.
"Which of the others is yours?"
"Lily, Master."
"Oh, yes. Sweet little Lily. I can tell the resemblance."
(He knows her? How? Don't speak! He'll you!)
"You have a very expressive face. I can read you like a book," he said.
"Yes, I know Lily. I know them all. I know their IQs, their school
grades, what positions they play and how many goals they've scored. I know
a lot about them, but I don't know everything. You'll tell me what I want
to know, won't you?"
"Yes, Master."
"What's your name?"
"Elise. Elise Johnson, Master."
"Pretty name for a pretty woman. If you're good, I'll let you keep it.
Can you have more children, Elise?"
"No, Master," she replied, her expression quizzical.
He grinned again.
"Have you ever had sex with another woman?"
(Another woman? No. I've wondered . . . )
"Answer me!"
"No, Master."
"You will. You'll do it a lot and enjoy every minute of it. Won't
you?"
"Yes, Master."
"Have you ever fucked a dog?"
"No, Master," she said emphatically, a blush returning to her face.
"I have two wonderful dogs. You can suck one off while the other fucks
you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
(Isn't he human? Doesn't he have any decency?)
"Yes, Master," she whimpered.
"Would you agree to anything I said?"
"Yes, Master."
He took her head in his giant hands. His thumbs pressed against the
carotid arteries in her neck. The ring of darkness grew as she lost
consciousness. He let her blood flow again and waited until she was fully
conscious.
"Do you know what you need to do to stay alive?"
"Yes, Master," she said, her surrender obvious in her face and voice.
"What is it?"
"I must please you, Master."
"What a smart woman you are. I thought you'd understand. Now, it's
time for training to begin. We're going to start with Stephanie Howard.
Since she's their coach, she should be first. Don't you agree?"
"Yes, Master."
Master stood to talk to his assistants, leaving her exposed and
trembling in the dirt.
"What are you going to do to us?" Elise whimpered.
Like a cat, he pounced on her. He jammed a jaw lever in her mouth and
twisted the screw between its flanges, prying open her mouth to its
fullest.
"When your jaw muscles spasm, you'll scream in pain. Maybe then you'll
remember not to talk without permission," Master said.
"Rail this one," he said pointing to Elise. "Sara, I want you to manage
the younger one. Here are my instructions."
As he talked to Sara, another dragged Elise to a low rail. The
shoved her into position: kneeling with her chained ankles under her, head
over the rail. A short chain looped over the rail and both ends locked to
her collar ring, keeping the rail under her chin. The sun was hot on her
skin. Her mouth was cotton. Jaw muscles began to quiver from the strain
of the lever.
She faced a high crossbar with a hook and chain dangling from it. A
woman dressed in a black catsuit stood by it. The woman was an Amazon,
tall, broad shouldered and well muscled, but feminine. She stared at Elise
and smiled evilly. Elise's blood ran cold when she started toward her.
She knelt before Elise, her eyes foreboding.
(She's more evil than the man.)
The woman began to stroke her breasts. Her fingers felt like swarming
ants. Elise tried to jerk away, to escape, to shake them off.
(Get the ants off. Please. Get them off me!)
"Well, well, the big titted cow," the woman said menacingly.
(It's her! The one who said she'd Lana! She said she enjoyed
hurting people!)
"See this golden collar around my neck. It means I'm woman number one.
You call me Mistress. I'm in charge of training and discipline. When he
lets me have you, I'll get inside you. In your mind. In your soul.
think they can do it, but they can't. They can't get inside a woman like
another woman can. Like I can. It won't take long. A week. Maybe two.
You'll eat your own shit to please me."
(She can't do it. She can't get inside me.)
"Like now. There are ants on your tits. Ants that'll chew off your big
tits. Oh, I see from your face I'm right, but I'm always right. What's
that smell? Cow, you just shit in your panties, didn't you? Oh, my, you
must be scared! I won't make you eat it - this time."
Like eagle's talons, her nails dug into Elise's breasts, blood.
She laughed at Elise's pathetic scream.
"You don't even know what pain is, cow, but you will. I'll teach you.
I'll teach that precious little of yours, too. I'll let you watch
when I break her. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Like seeing your
daughter beg me for mercy? She won't get mercy. Not from me. Neither
will you."
Mistress yanked hard on Elise's hair. Elise screamed through the jaw
lever.
"Bye for now, cow. Think about me."
She walked away, stopping to talk to Master. Master stepped to the
on the rail next to Elise, yanked her hair and warned, "Talking will be
punished." He ripped off her gag and blindfold. Elise heard him walking
down the line of tethered girls, repeating that phrase. She heard screams
and sobbing. Someone spoke, pleading to be released. Elise heard the
crack of a whip and screams of agony. Five times Master called for a jaw
lever.
Other and women stood near the crossbar. The women all wore steel
collars. No one spoke to the tethered on the rail.
Tears flowed freely down Elise's face. Her jaws spasmed and she
screamed. It was high in pitch and weak in volume. At Master's direction,
a very pregnant came and knelt before her.
"Blink once for yes and twice for no. Do you understand?" the
said. Elise blinked once. The smiled.
"My name's Heather. The jaw lever hurts, doesn't it?"
Elise blinked.
"Does it a lot?"
Elise blinked.
"They say if it's left on long enough the muscle spasms crush your
jawbone and your teeth spew out. The pain drives you mad. Do you think it
could that much?"
Elise blinked.
"It sounds horrible, but I'll never know. I'll obey Master rather than
find out. That's what he wants, you know. Eager obedience. Would you
like for me to leave the lever in your mouth?"
Elise blinked twice.
"I see you're paying attention," Heather said with a smile. "Can you
obey?"
Elise blinked.
"Can you not talk?"
Elise blinked.
"He doesn't expect you to be silent. He knows you'll scream and beg for
mercy during training, but you can't talk without permission. Do you
understand?"
Elise blinked.
"Your pain's worse since I've been here. I can see it in your eyes.
Would you like for me to make it stop?"
Elise blinked.
"All right, but remember you promised to obey and to not talk. Hold
still. I'll put an ice pack on your jaw. It'll stop the spasms. See?
Feels better already. I'll unscrew the lever now. No talking, not even a
thank you."
Heather unscrewed the device as she continued to rub Elise's jaws with
the ice pack. Tenderly, Elise moved her mouth the few inches her bondage
allowed. Heather sat back on her haunches.
"He's very strict. Training's very painful. After it's over, you'll
receive no punishment if you're obedient, cooperative and very eager to
please him. I'm all three, Elise. I'm a very eager, cooperative little
slave. It's wise to be that way."
Heather kissed her on the cheek and laboriously stood. "See you later,"
she said before walking back to her Master.
(Obedient, cooperative, very eager to please. That's what she said.
That's how to live through this until I'm rescued. Like the kidnapping
experts said: cooperate at all costs. I can do it. I must do it!)
Elise tried to see her daughters, but to no avail. She wasn't even sure
who was next to her on the rail. Master walked a few paces toward the rail
where the were bound.
"Silence," he roared. "You are slaves! You'll be treated as slaves and
used as slaves. Look at the women here by me. They wear my collar and
serve my purpose. So shall each of you. We shall begin training with your
coach. Watch! Don't look away from her punishment. If you look away,
you'll be punished more harshly."
"Bring her," he commanded. Two carried Stephanie in front of the
crossbars. Still bound and gagged as she was transported, Stephanie
struggled to free herself. Stephanie, twenty-five, was proud of her
hair which hung almost to her waist. Master wrapped the hair around his
hand and lifted her off the ground.
(Look at him. Look at those muscles. He's lifting her like she was a
sack of potatoes. He could do anything he wanted to us.)
Master's harsh eyes surveyed the at the rail. Each was staring at
him.
"You've been given a collar. You'll be given water and a cage. All
else you must earn by good behavior. Food, clothes, and shelter are all
earned by good behavior. Earned by behavior pleasing to your master, for
slaves have nothing except what their master gives them. Slaves have no
right to adornments except what they earn. Hair's an adornment."
In a few short strokes of the shears, he removed Stephanie's hair as a
herdsman shears a sheep. He ripped off her blindfold and gag, slipped a
hood over her naked head and locked it around her throat.
The were silent. Stephanie was catatonic as Master removed her
chains. Two of the collared locked leather restraints around her
wrists and steel restraints with chains around her ankles. Mistress
roughly pulled Stephanie's wrists together and slipped the dangling hook
through the rings of the wrists restraints. The hum of a hoist motor could
be heard. Stephanie was dragged under the crossbar, then upward until she
stood upright, hands above her. The collared attached the ankle
chains to the crossbar, spreading her legs slightly.
"Slaves must earn clothing. You'll be naked until you earn clothing."
Master cut away Stephanie's clothes. A handed Master a whip. It
was a strip of leather about four feet long and a foot wide, attached to a
handle like that of a tennis racket.
(Oh, God. Poor Stephanie. Mistress is watching me. If I close my
eyes, I'll be punished.)
"Watch closely, little slaves," Master ordered. "Slaves are punished
unless! Are you listening? You'll be punished unless you're obedient,
cooperative and very eager to please. Do you understand? You! Slave!
Answer me!"
He was a few feet from the rail, pointing at a specific girl.
"Obedient, cooperative and very eager to please," she sobbed.
"Yes! Everyone say it!"
"Obedient, cooperative and very eager to please," Elise said, chanting
with the others.
He drew back the whip, which spread menacingly across the ground. With
a mighty swing, the whip flashed, striking Stephanie across her breasts.
Her scream filled the air. He waited until Stephanie was still before
whipping her again. Slowly he worked, letting Stephanie feel each blow as
he covered her body.
Her screams penetrated the psyches of every at the rail. Her
unanswered pleas for mercy burned into their memories forever. Her agony
became their agony. She wet herself on the third blow. On the tenth, the
hoist immediately lowered. Four released her legs and arms. She lay
in the dirt, moaning in agony.
A dragged her to a short stake located so all on the rail could see
it. Stephanie's wrists were attached to it. She was on her back with her
head toward the rail. Regally, Master knelt between her legs. He popped
open the codpiece on his trousers. A huge angry cock sprang into view.
(Oh, my God, he's going to rape her. We're all going to be raped.)
Two collared ran and fell in the dirt by Stephanie. They pulled
her legs back, widely spread, knees straight, toes touching the ground.
Master wasn't looking at Stephanie. He was looking at the on the
rail. Each of them. His eyes seized theirs, one by one. He'd rape them
all, using Stephanie as their surrogate.
Master lodged his cock head in her slit. They all could see exactly
what was happening. Master watched the others as he slowly forced his cock
into her. He raped her, grunting, slamming, pounding, but when he
withdrew, his cock was hard and red, coated with Stephanie's lubrication.
Master had not cum. That was not his purpose.
Mistress rolled Stephanie over and fastened her wrists behind her back.
Two brought a cage and forced her in it. Her sobs could be heard by
the at the rail.
One by one, were taken from the rail. Master or Mistress sheared,
hooded, and whipped them. A raped them. They were bound, caged and
left in the sun to listen to the screams and sobs of the others. Only once
did the routine vary - when Master pulled Lily from the rail.
(What's wrong with you? He's going to rape your daughter. Scream at
him. Stop him. No! Are you mad? We're all going to be raped. I can't
stop it! Cooperate and wait! Lily! My precious Lily!)
Elise heard her daughter's pleas for mercy as she was shorn, whipped and
hooded. She watched as he raped her in the dirt. As others bound and
caged Lily, Master walked to Elise.
His cock, angry and hard, was covered in Lily's juices. He rubbed it on
Elise's face, on her lips.
"Most slaves are dry when I rape them the first time. Sweet Lily was
soaking wet. She enjoys being a slave, or maybe she's a slut like her
Mother."
He slipped a hood over her head and locked it.
"I've something special planned for you," he said.
The hoods were not discipline hoods, which are tight to bind the slave's
face. They were transport hoods, fitting loosely and allowing airflow, but
not sight. Elise could hear and speak, but she was silent as she waited.
She'd counted the they'd processed. She knew they'd soon come for
her. Sweat, urine, and shit soaked her clothes. Air inside the hood was
heavy with those odors and the smell of Lily. The sun burned her back.
Her muscles screamed from her bondage. They didn't come for her. Time
crawled as she waited tied to the rail. She was wondering whether she'd
been forgotten when she heard footsteps and the tinkling of a bell.
"Be still," a woman said. "I'm going to release you."
"Who are you?"
(My voice! It doesn't sound like me.)
"I'm Sara."
"Sara? Sara? You're the one who took Lana. Where is she? Please.
Where is she?"
"Hold still," the woman said as she released Elise. Elise fell back,
moaning in pain. Someone rolled her on her side and rubbed ice on her back
to quell the spasms. Someone removed the chains from her hands and feet.
"Who's with you?" she asked.
"Kitten. Master's pet. She only makes sounds. Say hello Kitten."
"Meow," a voice softly said.
"Oh, god, I'm thirsty," Elise moaned. "I need water. May I please have
water?"
"In a moment. Your pain could be worse, much worse. To end that pain
you must be obedient, cooperative and very eager to please. That's our
creed. Obedient, cooperative and very eager to please. Do you
understand?"
"Yes I do. May I have water please?" Elise whispered through her
parched lips.
"You don't fit in here, but Master likes you," Sara said with a laugh.
"He likes short, small boned women with narrow waists and huge breasts.
Master sent me to talk to you. I'll remove your hood if you'll control
yourself. You must listen to me and follow my instructions."
"I will."
"Get in a kneeling position. Look only straight ahead when the hood's
removed."
Elise kneeled. Hands removed her hood. Elise cringed from the sun,
even though it was shortly before dusk. Sara waited with a water bottle in
her hand, but when Elise reached for it, Sara slapped her across the cheek.
"Fold your hands in your laps. Wait until I offer it," Sara said
curtly. Sara saw Elise's tears. She sympathized, but she had her orders.
When she was ready, Sara smiled and offered the bottle of precious liquid.
Greedily, Elise drank before Sara yanked the bottle away from her.
"Please let me have more."
"In a few minutes. Too much too soon and you'll vomit."
"Where's Kitten?" Elise asked, suddenly realizing the other person was
missing.
"Behind you."
Elise started to turn. Kitten yanked her head forward as Sara slapped
her again.
"Why?" Elise gasped, rubbing her cheek.
"You were disobedient. I told you to only look forward."
Elise's head bowed and she sobbed. Kitten softly rubbed her back. Sara
wiped her face with a damp cloth before handing her the water bottle.
"You must be obedient, cooperative and very eager to please, Elise.
Your safety and health depends on it and so does that of your daughters."
"I saw what he did to Lily. He raped her."
"Someone was going to rape her. She'll be raped by different
several times a day during training."
"But he did it! Then he . . . he . . . "
"...rubbed her juices on your face. He made you a participant in your
daughter's rape."
"Yes! The bastard!"
"Yes, he's a bastard. A cruel, demanding bastard -- if he needs to be.
He doesn't enjoy hurting you. Mistress does. He wants you to eagerly
obey. That's all."
"The way to stay alive."
"What?"
"That's what the articles say to do if you're kidnapped. Cooperate."
"That's right. Cooperate, but do it eagerly."
"I don't know if I can."
"You must. Your life depends on it."
"What's going to happen to us?" she asked no one in particular. No one
answered. Sara and Kitten waited as Elise cried. She asked through her
tears, "What's he done to Lana? Did he rape her, too?"
"No, he didn't. There are only two women here who aren't breeding
slaves. Mistress is one and even she'll have his children when he desires
it. Lana's the other. If he allows you to stay, you'll be the third."
"Allowed to stay? You mean I might be released?"
"Don't be silly. You might be sold to someone who'd put you in a harem
or put you out as a whore. Didn't you hear him say some of the on
your daughter's team have been sold? They're already gone. No telling
what lies ahead for them. There's no release, Elise. There's no escape. A
few have tried. They were given to Mistress with no restrictions. She
broke them. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, but . . . "
"No buts. Do you want Mistress to get her hands on you?"
"No. She frightens me."
"Then you must please him."
"Yes. Cooperate with him."
"Not just cooperate. Eagerly please. Do you understand the
difference?"
"Eagerly please. Yes. I understand that, but what do you mean about
breeding?"
"This is a farm. He raises babies for sale on the black market. He's
sold two of mine and I'm pregnant again. That's why we're here. To
produce babies."
"God, no," Elise whispered.
"I don't know about God, but the answer's yes. We're breeding slaves.
He picks beautiful and intelligent women, athletic women like this team, so
the babies will have the physical characteristics desired by the buyers.
The sold today didn't meet his criteria to remain here. That way he
gets top prices for the babies. Yes, our children are sold. Each of the
girls taken today will bear his offspring. That includes Lily. That's why
you don't fit in. You told him you can't have more children."
"Lana, too?"
"I don't know the answer to that. Not now, at least."
"Where is she? Please, Sara. Tell me. I beg you."
Sara had a soft, sweet smile when she answered. She took Elise's hands
in hers. Elise felt Kitten's hands in her hair, holding her head to look
at Sara.
"He changed her name. She's not Lana anymore. She's Kitten."
"Lana!" Elise screamed, trying to turn. Kitten grunted trying to hold
her in place. Sara slapped Elise again.
"Stop, Elise," Sara implored. "You'll be punished if you turn."
"Let me talk to her!"
"She can't answer. She's a kitten. All she can do is meow."
"Meow." It was an urgent, warning sound.
They heard footsteps. Master appeared from the growing darkness.
Without a word, he yanked Elise's head back and snapped a leash on her
collar.
"Follow me," he said.
Elise stumbled and scurried after him. Her legs and feet ached and
cramped. Sara and Kitten followed willingly. As they approached a small
barn, they heard a woman screaming. The sound became louder when he opened
the door. He led them to an open center area. Master sat in a wide,
armed, wooden chair. Elise, as ordered, knelt by it. He attached her
leash to a hook. The pressure on her collar made her sit with her back
erect. Sara knelt on the other side.
Kitten had stopped for a drink of water. As she came toward them, her
demeanor surprised Elise. Kitten almost pranced, standing tall and erect,
her hair swinging in a ponytail, her face bright and happy. Her white
cotton dress was identical to the others. Her wide collar was white
leather with a lock in the back. A bell hung from a ring on its front. On
each wrist was a leather restraint. A locked steel anklet adorned each
leg. Kitten winked at Elise as she walked by, curled up on the seat by
Master, kissed his cheek and lay her head in his lap. He stroked Kitten's
head affectionately.
"Watch, Elise. You remember Stephanie, the coach, who was so arrogant
and proud. Mistress is finishing with her initial training. Watch
Mistress's face. You can see she's enjoying herself. She's an interesting
woman, a medical doctor with a genius-level IQ. She's also a sadist, but
only with her own gender. She enjoys working with me."
Seeing Mistress made Elise shake. Tears flowed again.
"I see you fear her. She told me of your little talk. Fearing Mistress
is wise. She's aching to get her hands on you," Master whispered in her
ear. "But . . . but if you please me, I won't let her have you."
Mistress was dressed like a on a work project. She wore
shorts, halter, Timberline boots over white athletic socks, leather work
gloves, and a bandanna covering her long hair. The gold collar gleamed
around her neck. She wore a tool belt, but the tools were for her special
work as a trainer of slaves.
Against one wall were twelve cages. Stephanie's cage door was open. In
ten cages were the other taken that day. Each was hooded, with her
hands fastened behind her. Some lay flat. Others cowered in a corner.
One cage was empty and unopened.
"The empty cage is for you, Elise, should I think you need it," Master
whispered in her ear. "Would you like to be caged here so Mistress can
give you her special caresses?"
"No, Master," she gasped.
(I said Master without thinking, but I must think of him that way. He's
my Master now. I must please him!)
Mistress stood in the middle of the dirt floor. A rope in her left hand
led to Stephanie's wrists, which were bound together in front of her. In
Mistress's right hand was a long, supple horsewhip. A stood on the
other side of the center area. He held a rope leading to the anklet on
Stephanie's right leg.
Stephanie was on her hands and knees, gasping for breath. Her body was
a maze of stripes and welts from Mistress's whip, overlaying the blue
purple bruises from her beating under the crossbar. Stephanie looked up.
Elise gasped and flinched, her hands covering her mouth.
"Pain and terror. No hope, no future, but pain and terror. You saw it
in her face, didn't you Elise?"
"Yes, Master," she whispered.
"Remember it!" he hissed in her ear. "Remember that face. It could be
yours."
(I'll remember! How could I ever forget that face, that battered body?)
"Get up, slave!" Mistress screamed. The whip sizzled in the air and
caught the coach's flank. Stephanie only groaned. Mistress nodded. She
and the yanked simultaneously. Stephanie fell on her face in the dirt.
Mistress swaggered to her victim. Like a soldier a saber, she
pulled a metal tube from her tool belt. She jammed it against Stephanie's
rectum. Stephanie screamed and flopped like a fish out of water.
"Cattle prod," Master whispered in Elise's ear. "Crude but effective."
"She's finished, Louis. Get the ready," Mistress said. Mistress
pulled off her work gloves as she approached them. She knelt in front of
Master and bowed her head. Elise couldn't stand to look at her.
"Stephanie's broken, Master. She'll ride the for reinforcement
while we water the others. I'll put Stephanie in tight bondage before
quitting for the night."
"Well done, doctor, as always," he replied.
"When do I get this big-titted cow?" she asked, her eyes burning into
Elise. "My whip hand's itching for her."
Master laughed. "Unless she displeases me, you'll have to wait."
"I won't wait long, I'm sure. She's not smart enough or woman enough to
please you."
Elise, shaking like a leaf, sobbed loudly. Mistress grabbed her hair
and yanked, forcing Elise to look at her.
"Look at me, cow. I might think you don't like me and my feelings will
be hurt. You wouldn't want to my feelings, would you, cow?"
"No, Mistress. I..."
"Silence. I think it's a mistake not to give her more pain, Master."
"Show her the horse, doctor," Master said. "It'll give her a taste of
what to expect."
An evil grin exploded on Mistress's face and she laughed.
"My pleasure. Come, cow," she said, grabbing Elise's leash. In one
motion, she stood and stepped away, yanking Elise with her.
The horse, similar to a standard saw horse, was secured to a platform.
Elise straddled it, the crossbar between her legs. Her was crushed
between the hard wood and the weight of her body. She put her hands on the
bar to relieve the pressure.
"No, cow. Like this," Mistress said. She yanked Elise's arms behind
her and fastened them wrist to elbow. Pain registered on Elise's face from
the crossbar digging into her crotch. Mistress looped a rope around
Elise's legs, binding them together under the crossbar to prevent a
dismount.
"Think of the pain if I leave you like this for a few hours."
"Please, Mistress, tell me what to do to please you," Elise begged.
"You can't please me. Ever. No matter what you do. So -- don't try to
please me. Please him and he'll not let me punish you," Mistress replied,
her face inches from Elise's. "I don't think you can please him. Ride the
horse for a while, cow. I'll be back."
Elise felt the pressure. She tried shifting to change position. She
tried rocking back and forth. Both made it worse. Sweat broke out all
over her. Sweat caused by pain, by fear.
"Please, master," she called out.
The in the cages were restless. Maybe it was the absence of
screaming or Mistress calling commands. Maybe it was Elise's voice, a
mother's voice, a hurt, begging voice.
"Master, please. Please stop it."
Mistress sat between Master's legs, her back to him. She stroked his
leg as she watched Elise. She knew the pain Elise suffered. She was
enjoying it. Time crawled. Elise couldn't stop squirming as the pain
slowly worsened. She couldn't stop sobbing. Her entreaties were ignored,
her sobbing unacknowledged.
"I'll do whatever you want. Just tell me. Tell me what you want.
Please, Master! I'm your slave. Your eager, willing slave. Make it stop,
Master. I can't stand it!" she screamed.
"Enough, doctor," Master said.
Mistress and her assistant lifted Elise from the horse, but left her
wrists bound. Elise cowered before her.
"Please him and you're safe from me. Don't and -- well, you'll find
out. Go, cow. Run to your master," she said. She slapped Elise on the
rump, shoving her toward Master.
Like a child scurrying to safe harbor, Elise ran. She collapsed between
his legs, buried her head against him. There she cried, releasing the
torments of the day. She cried until no tears remained. Elise heard the
bleating cries for mercy from Stephanie, who'd replaced her on the horse.
Across the room in the cages, the new slaves squirmed and sobbed. When
Elise was quiet, Master pulled her head up to look at him.
"Should I leave you with Mistress, Elise?"
"No, Master. Please tell me what you want so I may please you."
"What pleases me is to whip you. Kitten?"
The sat up and meowed.
"Prepare her for whipping, but leave her unshorn and unhooded."
"Meow," she said. She reached for her mother's chain.
"And Kitten," he said with a smile. "Girl."
She squealed, kissed him on the mouth, turned and ran, pulling Elise
with her. The door slammed shut behind them.
"Hurry, Mom. We've only got a few minutes. Did you hear him say girl?
That means I can speak. If he says cat, I can't. I've got so much to tell
you."
"You're preparing me for a brutal whipping. Why are you so happy?
What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing's wrong with me! You saw what happened to Lily and the others.
That's not going to happen to me!"
"You gave in to him so easily."
"Of course I did! Do you want me raped and whipped? Quit arguing and
listen! He wants eager obedience. Give in, Mom. Give him what he wants!
Here. Put this anklet on and I'll do the other. Always remember, the
right answer to any question is: as my master wishes. Mom, when I first
saw him, it was like I read his thoughts. That's too tight. Let me do it.
Anyway, I read his thoughts and we talked a long time. He's not a sadist
like Mistress. He's just wants his business to run smoothly. We made a
deal. I'm his pet, like a personal servant and aide and, well, a pet. We
won't have sex until we both agree it's time."
"You mean he won't rape you? You'll have to give your permission?"
"Yes."
"Thank god. You're so young, so innocent."
"Hold out your right arm. Not that innocent, Mom. Tommy and I've
petted and what I've seen on the Internet would blow your mind. I'm a
virgin technically, but Lily gave me a vibrator for my twelfth birthday and
I've almost worn it out. I guess I've got your genes."
"What do you mean?"
"You're a slut. That's what you told him. Give me your other arm.
Lily's a slut, too. She told me she's fucked four and she's only
sixteen. Four? She'll have more than that this week. Anyway, she's not
like us. Stand over here. I need to attach your anklets to the posts."
"What do you mean, like us?" Elise said as she moved into position.
Kitten, nee Lana, stopped and looked her in the eye.
"One of the you've fucked is Mr. Zimmerman. Another is Mr.
Cooley. Right?"
"How did you know?" Elise gasped in astonishment.
"Around them, you move like a in heat. You radiate sexuality. You
know what I mean. Mom, it's in me, too. When I was with him, it pulsed
out like radioactive waves. I moved differently. I looked differently.
It's there. He saw it: a raw sexuality. He liked it. That's what'll save
us. You need to do that with Master. You need to let go, blast him with
all that sexual power. Where's the remote for the hoist? Oh, here it is.
Put your wrists together."
Kitten pushed the button and her Mother's arms rose.
"What about you?"
"Don't worry about me, Mom. I'll be fine. He's not a bad guy if you're
obedient and eager to please him. He'll wait to take me. I guess someday
I'll crawl on my belly begging him to take my virginity. I just hope he
doesn't make me wait too long. You know, Mom, you do have big breasts.
Much bigger than Lily's. Do you think mine'll ever be that big?"
"I don't know. Lana, you're stretching me."
"My name's Kitten. Don't screw up and call me Lana. Anyway, you need
to be stretched. You need to be whipped. You need to understand."
"Lana, don't say that! I understand."
Kitten slapped her across the face.
"I'm Kitten. Remember? Think! Everything changed today! We're
slaves. Slaves! That's our reality now. Our only reality. Mom, I'm going
to please him. I'm going to do whatever it takes. If you please him,
you'll be all right. Oh, here he comes. Remember. He won't you if
you eagerly please him. You need to do it."
Kitten dropped to kneeling position, head bowed, knees spread, as
Master, followed by Sara, reached the crossbars. He examined Elise's
bondage.
"Well done, Kitten."
"Thank you, Master," the said seductively.
Master stood behind Elise and raised his whip. With all his force, he
slashed it across her ass. When her scream died and her frantic struggling
ceased, she hung like a damp rag. He raised her head to look at him.
"Why am I punishing you, Elise?"
"It pleases you, Master."
"Yes, it does. Why else?"
"To show me you own me and can do with me as you wish, Master. To show
me what will happen if I don't please you."
"Very good," he said. For an instant, a twinkle appeared in his eye.
"Would you like another?"
"As my Master wishes."
"That's the right answer. You may be smart enough after all."
He stepped back. The whip flashed across the front of her thighs.
Again, he waited until she was silent and still. He dropped the whip and
yanked her head back to look at him.
"I owe you eight. Don't give me an excuse to administer them."
"Yes, Master," she gasped through her tears.
"Obey Sara now, Elise. She's all yours, Sara. Kitten, come," he said
as he walked away. Kitten ran to follow him.
Sara lowered the hoist and fastened Elise's wrists behind her.
"What are you doing?"
"Preparing you to move to another area," Sara replied as she knelt at
Elise's feet. Quickly, a foot long chain fastened Elise's ankles together.
"We have strict rules about slave movement. I'll hood you so you can't see
the compound layout."
"But you're a slave."
Sara looked her in the eye. Her back was erect, her visage proud.
"Yes, I'm a slave. His slave. I've been with him longer than anyone,
even the men. I'm never disciplined. I'm chained at night like everyone
else, but I have my key and can release myself. I'm not restricted in any
way. He trusts me. I've earned it and I'll never betray it. As for you,
I'm taking you to the dormitory where we all live. You'll get a bath, a
meal and relax for a while. You'll meet the other slaves. Then I'll take
you to his room for the night. You'll sleep there. No more questions,"
she said and slipped the hood over Elise's head.
For almost two hours, Elise recuperated in the pleasant confines of the
dorm. When Sara said it was time to go, Elise complied without question.
"We're here," Sara said, opening the door.
"Oh, god, yes! Yes! Yes!" a screamed.
"Master's breeding Dorothy," Sara said. "This'll be her second baby.
In his suite, you're not restrained unless he orders otherwise. Hold
still." Sara unbound Elise and removed the hood. They were in a small
anteroom.
"You'll be chained at night for sleeping. It's an electronic lock.
Stick the end of your collar chain in the lock and it closes. I know you
wouldn't be stupid enough to not chain yourself properly. If he wants you,
he'll push a button on his bed, which releases you. Don't go to his bed
until you're called. Now be quiet."
Sara quietly opened the door. Master was on his bed, fucking a woman
who moaned her happiness. The smell and sounds of sex were strong. His
powerful ass drove his cock deep into Dorothy with every thrust. Elise
heard his breathing change, saw his balls jump, heard him growl as he
pumped her full of his seed. Sara broke her reverie by patting her arm and
pointing toward the far wall.
On a high bunk bed was Kitten, who watched the breeding with great
intensity. A chain from Kitten's collar attached to the wall. Her hands
were chained to the collar under her chin. Sara pointed to a mat on the
floor by Master's bed. Elise lay down, covered herself with the blanket,
and activated the electronic lock.
Sara hooded and restrained Dorothy before returning her to the
dormitory. Master tucked Kitten in and kissed her on the cheek. He knelt
by Elise and attached her wrists to her collar with a few inches of chain.
"Sleep well, slave," he said, patting her shoulder. He got in bed and
turned out the lights.
Elise was alone in the dark, chained by the bed of her Master.
(My God, everything's gone. My daughters - gone. My freedom - gone.
That world I lived in my world - gone. All gone. Gone with my diamond
necklace. Replaced by steel locked around me. His steel. His collar.
His world.)
(I'm his slave. No. No. It can't be. It's not real. Is it? Yes,
it's real. My pains are real. My bondage is real. His steel is real. I
can touch it. I'm a slave. His slave. That's what I am now. He's my
master. Pleasing him is my world now.)
She cried, struggling to contain it because she feared crying would
anger him, but it bubbled from her in waves as the truth overwhelmed her.
For the second time that long day, she cried until she could cry no more.
Silent, she lay in the darkness and waited for her Master to command her.
Kitten stirred in the bunk above her.
(She's given in totally, easily, without regret. A child's view of the
world. Black and white. The world gone; welcome the new world.)
"Elise?"
"Yes, Master?"
"Think about pleasing me. I'll call for you shortly," he said.
(I must please him. What did Kitten say? Release my sexuality? Yes.
Yes! I saw it in his eyes! When he ripped the tape off my eyes, he wanted
me. My hips moved; I was wet. He wanted me even more. All have
wanted me. I've seen their stares. I've laughed at their frustration when
I tease them. I can do this! He's just a man! A to seduce. A
eager for me. That's it! It'll be easy!)
In the dark, tears were absent now. She felt her adrenaline flow. It
seemed so simple, so very simple.
"Are you ready, Elise?" he asked.
"Yes, Master. I wish to please you," she said, her voice low, sexy,
needing.
A spotlight illuminated the bed. With a click, the electronic lock
released.
His dark and craggy face loomed over her. She felt the tingles and
willed herself to be still. He unlocked the chain attaching her wrists
under her chin and flipped away her blanket. She didn't move her arms,
which partially hid her breasts.
She watched the hunger in his eyes. When it was time, slowly,
gracefully, her hands moved to lay by her side, palms up, and her back
arched offering her to him. As his eyes moved down and up her
body, she subtly undulated to offer each part of herself. When his eyes
rested on hers, she raised toward him, lips parted and moist, eyes hooded.
"May I kiss my Master?" she whispered before their lips met.
She kissed him hard, her hand on his neck pulling her to him. His lips
were soft, his tongue demanding. She crawled upward, following him into
his bed. He pushed her on her back.
"Wait, Master. Please!"
"I don't wait."
"I only wish to please you. Look! I'm wet for you. Here. Would you
like a taste?"
She offered her finger wet with juices to him. He it into his
mouth, making her shiver. He slipped her own finger up her, to taste her
again.
"Don't you tire of slamming a woman on her back and taking her?"
"No," he said. "I'll never tire of it." He laughed.
"But you might wish lobster if all you ate was steak. Let me please
you."
"It pleases me to fuck you."
"That would please me, too, but first, let me know you. Let my hands
and body know yours. Please."
With her fingers against his chest, she lightly pushed. He rolled over
on his back, looking bemused. She rolled on him, her bush against his
thigh, her on his chest. Her hips moved in a slow rhythm as her
hands traced his muscles; her lips nibbled his neck and down his body. She
wrapped long fingers around his cock.
"Enough. Rollover."
"Not yet, please. I want to taste him."
"You have."
"No. That was Dorothy on him. I want to taste just him. Like this.
He's so big, so strong, like all of you. He feels so good in my mouth. I
can hardly wait to have him in my pussy."
She him in her mouth again. Nails stroked the shaft and it
jumped in her hand.
"When you fuck me, Master, will you stick him in me hard and fast, like
this?"
Lips tight, she dove down his cock letting it hit the back of her mouth,
exerting all the pressure she could generate. She pulled him out with a
pop.
"Or slowly, like this?"
Slowly, she him in again, lips and tongue butterflying his cock.
"Shit," he groaned and grabbed her hair to pull her beside him.
"Not yet, Master, please," she whimpered, her hand on his wrist. He
relented.
"Lay back. Here, let me prop you up on the pillows. There. Isn't that
comfortable? Now, Master, watch me. Watch me play with you, with your
cock, with your body. Watch me, Master, and feel my heat!"
His legs were splayed. She slipped by his feet to drag her nails down
his soles, suckle his toes. She pushed his legs together and crawled up
his body. The hair of his legs tickled her thighs. She his cock
again, licking, nipping, tasting. Her hips were never still. Her wet
pussy left a trail on his skin. She murmured little unintelligible love
sounds as she popped his cock from the mouth and took it between her
breasts.
"Such a huge cock. He'll fill me, bring me such pleasure," she
whispered as she held her together around him and moved up and
down. "Please Master, fuck me. I want you. I need you so much."
She placed his cock head at her opening, rubbing it back and forth for
lubrication to prepare it to skewer her on its rigidness.
"May I, Master? Please. I'm begging, Master. Let me have him."
He'd been watching every move, every expression, every twitch of her
eye, every curl of her lip. She was poised over his cock.
She hesitated when she saw his look. Fear filled her soul and she
sobbed, "No, Master."
He pounced, slamming her into the mattress, yanking her arms behind and
attaching them.
"No! Please, Master, no," she screamed as he yanked the hood over her
head.
"What arrogance! Do you think you can manipulate me, you slutty bitch?"
he demanded angrily.
He spanked her ass and the explosion made Kitten jump in her bed.
Rhythmically, his huge hard hand pummeled her ass. She struggled to get
away, begged him to stop, cried out her agony. When her ass was and
hot, he rolled her over and parted her legs. She gasped when his finger
penetrated her.
"My, what a hot little slut. Too bad she's an arrogant bitch. I'd have
enjoyed her tonight."
"Please, Master," she pleaded. Her hips were moving, her nipples were
erect as her orgasm built within her.
"Would you like to cum?"
"Yes, Master. Please."
He yanked his hand away and she whimpered.
"Like everything else, orgasms must be earned, slave."
He threw Elise over his shoulder and charged from the room. The
was dark and silent except for the whispers of new slaves trying to
reassure each other. They quieted when they heard the door slam open,
heard the scream of the woman.
"I'll please you. Give me another chance, Master."
He opened her cage and tossed her in it. Again, a lock signaled her
slavery.
"A few days with Mistress should wash away your arrogance, slave."
"Please don't leave me here! Don't let her have me! Please, Master!"
she screamed as his footsteps retreated from her.
When Master returned to his bedroom, Mistress was waiting, naked except
for her collar. She was standing by Kitten's bunk. Kitten moaned
pitifully.
"What are you doing?" Master asked.
"Teaching your pet the joys of sexual stimulation without orgasm."
Master grinned when he saw the helpless girl. Mistress had spread her
legs and fastened them to each side of the bunk. Kitten was gagged with a
pair of panties. Soaked in sweat and faced, her eyes begged Master to
end her agony.
"Your panties?" Master asked.
"Yes," Mistress replied. "The ones I wore today. They're quite
pungent."
"Get in my bed," he commanded and Mistress quickly complied.
Kitten screamed against the gag. Master laughed.
"Do you want to orgasm, little pet?"
She nodded her head. His hand brought her wave after wave of orgasms
until she lost consciousness. He left her bound, but removed her gag and
kissed her cheek before climbing into bed where Mistress waited.
"Where's your cow? Couldn't she please you?"
"Yes, she pleased me greatly, but she's arrogant. She needs training."
"When can I have her?"
"In the morning, but I'll put some restrictions on it. I think she's
close to breaking now."
"She'll never be able to please you like I can," Mistress said
haughtily.
"Speaking of sexually arrogant," he said with a menacing glare.
Mistress shook and paled.
"You'd better be good tonight, doctor, or you'll join her in the cages."
She didn't answer.
"Chain yourself. You're their mistress, but you're my slave. My slaves
are chained at night."
"Yes, Master," she whispered. Quickly, she fastened a chain to her
collar and restraints to her wrists. She threaded the chain through the
rings on the wrist restraints and clicked the end into the electronic lock
on his headboard. She shimmied down into the bed.
Kitten watched through half closed eyes as Master fucked the amazon
called Mistress. She heard Mistress beg and whimper, telling of her
delight. Kitten smelled the sex. Her own need grew and she wondered when
he'd fuck her.
One day that'll be me in his bed, pleasing him. I'll be first woman and
Mistress will be bound to await my pleasure, Kitten thought. She smiled
and closed her eyes.
The End
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