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Dear Reader, This is a story 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 hurt me."

(That's Lana! My baby! Leave her alone. She's only thirteen. Goddamn you, leave her alone!)

"I'll hurt 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 older 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 man who carried her

and felt the wetness of his sweat-soaked shirt 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 man 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 hurt 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 pee 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

panties 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 man playing with your pussy in public. Do you do it

often? Oh. Cat 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 sucked 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 breasts 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 breasts 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 men 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 young girl yours?"

"Yes, Master."

"What's her name?"

"Lana, Master."

He turned to a man 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 family resemblance."

(He knows her? How? Don't speak! He'll hurt 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 man dragged Elise to a low rail. The man 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 hurt 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. Men 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, drawing 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 daughter 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 girl 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 men and women stood near the crossbar. The women all wore steel collars. No one spoke

to the tethered girls 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 girl came and knelt before her.

"Blink once for yes and twice for no. Do you understand?" the girl said. Elise blinked once.

The girl smiled.

"My name's Heather. The jaw lever hurts, doesn't it?"

Elise blinked.

"Does it hurt 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 hurt 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 girls 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 men 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 blonde 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 girls 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 girls were silent. Stephanie was catatonic as Master removed her chains. Two of the

collared girls 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 girls 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 man 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 girl 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 girls released her legs and arms. She

lay in the dirt, moaning in agony.

A man 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 girls 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 girls 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 men brought a cage

and forced her in it. Her sobs could be heard by the girls at the rail.

One by one, girls were taken from the rail. Master or Mistress sheared, hooded, and whipped

them. A man 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 girls 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 cat 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 men 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 girls 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 girls 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 college girl on a work project. She wore shorts, halter, Timberline

boots over white athletic socks, leather work gloves, and a red 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 girls 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 man 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 red 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 man yanked simultaneously. Stephanie

fell on her face in the dirt.

Mistress swaggered to her victim. Like a soldier drawing 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 horse 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 horse 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 hurt 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 pussy 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 girls 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 girl 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 barn 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 guys 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 Mother in the eye.

"One of the men 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 cat 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 Mother 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 hurt 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 girl 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 girl 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

old 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 men 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 man to seduce. A man 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 breasts 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 sucked 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 breast 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 sucked 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 sucked 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 sucked 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 breasts

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 red 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 barn 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 red 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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