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Capture and Surrender
by Enigma Angel (address withheld)
***
Sweet, well-brought up virgin girl from a very wealthy
family is taken two days before her wedding and begins
the process of her enslavement: body, mind, soul. She
is rescued a year and a half later with unexpected
results. (MMf, d/s, nc, rp, bd, tor, v, 1st, beast)
***
UNAWARE
Sitting up in her bed in the middle of the night,
Susan smiled dreamily as she let her mind wander to
the special event two days from now -- her wedding
day. She had been lovingly raised by her father and
his older sister, Aunt Eileen. Her mother had died
when she was three. Aunt Eileen had been the only
mother she knew. Susan was also a near genius. But her
father and aunt raised her to be modest about her
gifts, and about their family's fantastic wealth.
Their home was definitely upscale, but nothing
ostentatious. Most of their friends and neighbors had
no idea that her father was worth hundreds of
millions.
When Ted started working for her father, it turned out
to be the greatest day of her life. She had come to
the office to pick her dad up for lunch. Ted was in
his office discussing an important business deal. She
walked into her dad's office and Ted turned and their
eyes met. Time seemed to stand still. Dad was not
excited by the idea at first. Susan was only 17 and
Ted was in his early thirties. But Susan, as was
already mentioned, was a near genius. She had
graduated from high school at 14 and had just
completed a bachelor's degree in business. Ted had no
idea of her age, but had heard of her college
graduation. He guessed she was at least 21 or 22.
Now, after a carefully chaperoned courtship, she and
Teddy were getting married. Susan was excited and very
nervous. She had no sexual experience at all. She and
Ted had only had some extended kissing sessions. Aunt
Eileen had given her a good sex education and just
recently had discussed more of the particulars with
her, in anticipation of her marriage. Despite her
inexperience, Susan knew she was beautiful and had an
attractive body.
The sunny morning matched Susan's mood as she went
through her list of things to do that day: hair, nails
and a few last minute items at the mall to take with
her on her honeymoon. A couple of bites of breakfast
and she flew out the door. Her salon appointment was
at 1:00 pm, so she decided to take care of the mall
shopping first.
Susan breezed through her shopping and stopped for a
latte to relax before her hair appointment. With a
quick look at her watch she gathered up her purchases
and headed out to the parking lot. Walking up beside
her car, she reached for the door and heard a sound
behind her: the sliding of a van door.
In an instant Susan was grabbed, a hand pressed
roughly over her mouth, and pulled into the van. The
door slammed shut and the van immediately headed out
of the parking lot. In the van Susan struggled
briefly, but the hand over her mouth contained a cloth
soaked in chloroform. She passed out in seconds.
As Susan began to awaken she had a foggy sense of
disorientation. The first thing she noticed was the
room was completely dark; so dark she could not tell
how big it was or how high the ceiling was or if there
were any doors or windows. As her mind sharpened she
realized with a start that she was naked and lying on
a mat on the floor. Real panic set in and she began to
crawl around on the floor to ascertain her
surroundings.
Tears came to her eyes as she found herself in an
unprecedented and frightening situation. She had
always been treated kindly with love and affection by
her family. Her fiancé, Ted, was deeply in love with
her and looked at her adoringly and treated her with
tenderness and devotion. "What is going on here!" her
mind screamed. Unknown to Susan the room was equipped
with night vision cameras and sensitive microphones.
She was being observed as she came to grips with her
circumstances.
"What is going on here!" she screamed, this time with
her voice. She was answered by absolute silence and
complete darkness. Her voice was swallowed up in the
well-insulated room. The urging of her bladder sent
Susan exploring the room in hope of a bathroom or
reasonable substitute. Feeling around on the floor she
found what she soon determined to be a toilet seat
resting right on the floor. A little more
investigating revealed that it was indeed a toilet
installed in the floor.
She quickly did her business; sorry to find there was
no toilet paper. With resignation Susan searched her
way back to the thin mat and laid down, curling up
with her head resting in her arms, tears sliding in a
stream from her eyes. A barely audible hissing sound
brought an anesthetizing gas into the room and sent
Susan into deep sleep.
Over the next two days Susan woke and slept in a
drugged stupor. She found food lying on the floor, no
plates or utensils. She heard a dripping and found a
rubber spout dripping water. It barely came out and
she instinctively sucked on the spout and water came
out to quench her powerful thirst. She lost all track
of time and her mind grew blank and listless.
FIRST VISIT
Unaware of the day or time, something changed on the
evening of the second day of her captivity. When next
she awoke she knew something was different. She
quickly became alert as she realized someone was in
the room with her. The next instant she realized there
was something around her neck. She reached up and felt
something there like a collar. She pulled at it and
realized it was tightly fastened. A low light slowly
filled the room. She started to stand. "Do not get
up," the man spoke quietly, softly.
With a sudden feeling of defiance Susan continued to
rise. The man stepped to her in two strides and
touched her with something like a rod and a searing
pain sliced through her. "Ahhhh!" Susan gasped and
cried out. The pain was deep and shocking, but short.
"Do not get up," the man repeated and stepped back and
sat down on a chair which he must have brought in with
him. "Why am I..." She barely got the words out when
the man crossed quickly and touched her again with the
rod. Her scream echoed in her ears. "Do not speak. Nod
your head to show that you understand." With tear-
filled eyes she slowly moved her head up and down,
then focused on the floor in front of her, her
shoulders shaking as she sobbed quietly.
"Look at me," he directed. When she did not raise her
head immediately the man started to get up. Susan
quickly looked over to him, fearing another attack.
"Very good, little one." Susan bristled at the
condescending term, but did not react. She had no
experience in her life for dealing with this bizarre
situation. She knew she was at the mercy of this
stranger. The light grew brighter and Susan became
aware of her nakedness in front of the man, and her
cheeks burned in embarrassment. Another reason to stay
down.
"I have no desire to hurt you. In time you will learn
that it is much more pleasant to obey than to resist."
Susan began to shake, but not from cold. The room was
pleasantly warm. Fear and terror gripped her heart and
mind. "We will talk again." He stepped over to her,
causing her to flinch. But he only grazed her cheek
with the back of his hand, a caress, and left the
room, the door closing with a soft click. The light
again retreated slowly and she was alone again in the
dark. The thought crossed her mind that if a person
could die from fear and hopelessness, she would not
live much longer. The faces of her beloved family and
of her fiancé flickered in her mind, but she quickly
drove them out: to think of them was unbearable. She
lay down again on her mat and rocked herself to sleep.
SECOND VISIT
She had started to hum to herself, an innate instinct
to comfort and soothe her fear and loneliness. She had
no concept of time. It seemed a moment ago the man had
left, or was it a day" A week" The door opened and
light spilled into the room. Susan looked up and
squinted against the brightness. A figure approached
her; it was not the man. Slim and hooded, a woman" The
woman reached down to her neck and Susan heard a click
and felt a tug. With some kind of tether the woman
pulled her up by the collar and led her out of the
room. With a mixture of fear and a strange relief
Susan went along without resistance.
She was led to a shower room. The woman who led her
gave her soap and shampoo and indicated wordlessly
that she should shower. Susan looked closely but the
woman's hood was pulled low; she could not see her
face. Again she was silently directed to shower. Susan
did not know how many days she had been there, but she
could smell herself. Resigned with no choice she
showered and washed her hair. The hooded figure led
her to a dryer on the wall and dried her hair,
brushing it out. All this done, she was returned to
her room. She sobbed as the door closed.
In what seemed only a few minutes the door opened
again. It was the man, carrying a chair, holding the
rod in his other hand. The trembling seized her again
as the man sat a few feet away. A low light again
filled the little room. She could see his face, a
kindly expression there. Somehow that frightened her
even more. "Come here." Susan began to rise. "Do not
get up; come to me."
Susan began to cover the few feet on her knees, but
upright, covering her chest with her arms. The man sat
with the rod across his knees. Susan could not take
her eyes off of it. When she was inches from him he
reached out and touched her hair, fingering it
lightly.
"Give me your hand." Susan did not move immediately
and the man put his hand on the rod in his lap. Susan
quickly held out her hand. He took it and lightly
caressed her palm with his thumb. "Give me your other
hand." This time she held out her hand without
hesitation. He held her arms out and appraised her
face and body.
"Look at me," he said softly. "You must know by now
that you are completely at my mercy. But you have
nothing to be afraid of. You are precious to me. I
have gone to some trouble and expense to bring you
here."
Susan felt a strange numbness in mind and body, like
watching herself from a corner of the room. She
realized that she was holding her breath. Still
holding her hands he said, "May I touch your breasts?"
She was confused for a moment and then tears sprang
into her eyes; she did not respond. Again the man
said, "May I touch your breasts?" With a sudden
feeling of strength and self-assurance she moved her
head from side to side; no. At that the man let go of
her hands, stood, picked up the chair and left the
room.
ROOMMATE
Her dinner came some time later. The food as usual was
put directly on the floor, with no dishware or
utensils. The food was always delicious, but Susan was
mortified to eat from off the floor. She picked the
food up and ate slowly. It was a welcome distraction
from the endless boredom. When she finished she went
over to the rubber spout on the wall and sucked the
slow trickle of water. It took a lot of effort to get
enough water to drink. Again, it wasn't as if she had
anything else to do. Moments after finishing her meal
and returning to her mat the door opened again.
Susan had a moment of disorientation as she realized
she was now in a much bigger room. There was another
mat, toilet, sink and water spout on the other side of
the room. The tall, hooded woman and another shorter
woman stood at the door, both of them dark silhouettes
with the light behind them. The taller woman led the
other across the room and indicated that she should
sit on the mat. The light was dim, but Susan could
tell the other woman was very young, much like
herself. She was also naked and she was handcuffed.
She was led across the room by a tether attached to
her neck, like herself. She gave Susan a quick look
and flopped down on the mat. The tall woman reached up
and attached the tether to something on the wall.
There were several clicks. And then she came over to
Susan and attached a similar tether to her collar and
attached the other end to the wall. It was long enough
for her to reach the toilet, sink and water, but not
to go across to the other girl. Then the woman left.
A soft light grew in the corners of the room. Susan
could see the young woman much more clearly. She was
very pretty, but her face was stricken with grief.
Susan understood immediately, imagining her own face
looked the same. Susan waved tentatively to her. She
got a small smile in return. Looking around warily
Susan whispered, "What is your name?" At that moment a
piercing, shrieking sound filled the room. Both girls
gasped and covered their ears.
The sound stopped almost as quickly. "You are not to
speak at any time," a voice stated, apparently from
some kind of speaker. Both girls lay down, silently
despairing their situation. But Susan was glad to have
another person in the room, someone who was not a
captor.
Food was brought in, time went by slowly, and the two
young women began to develop a kind of communication
between them. They discovered they both knew the sign
language alphabet. Susan learned the girl's name was
Sara and she was 18 years old. She was from Milwaukee.
She had been taken two days after Susan.
What seemed like several days went by. Susan realized
by now that somehow they were being drugged, either in
the food, the water or something in the air. Food
would appear, but they never saw anyone bring it.
Actually, they had been left alone for six days. They
developed a game where one of them would make several
gestures and the other had to copy it. The series of
gestures would get longer and longer until someone
missed one. They even laughed a little bit. There were
times, if for only a few minutes, when they forgot
where they were and what was happening to them.
FIRST STEP
They were playing their game when the door opened and
the man walked in with his chair and his rod. He sat
down against the wall between them. "Come near me,
both of you." They both had learned not to stand up.
They walked on their knees to the man and sat back. He
looked at Susan. "Kiss my feet." Susan looked at him
in wide-eyed surprise. She didn't move a muscle.
"Now," he said inclining slightly toward her. Again
she did not move. The man turned to Sara and touched
her with the rod. She screamed and moved away. He
turned and looked at Susan.
"Little one, kiss my feet." Susan looked from Sara to
the man. He stood and stepped toward Sara and touched
her again with the rod. Her scream was terrible and
Susan began to cry. The man sighed heavily and sat
down again, the rod across his knees.
He looked at Susan, leaned toward her and raised his
eyebrows. Susan took one quick look at the sobbing
Sara, then at the rod and slowly moved forward. She
bent over and kissed the top of each of his shoes,
then moved back, hanging her head. He turned to Sara,
"Now you pet." He ran his fingers along the rod. Sara
moved forward and kissed the tops of his shoes quickly
and scooted back. The man stood and stepped to Sara
patting her on the head, then to Susan caressing her
cheek. He smiled indulgently, picked up his chair and
left the room.
CHOICES
The man came again the next day. Both girls had lain
listlessly all day, slipping in and out of sleep. He
came into the room leaving the door open, but he did
not have the chair or the rod. He walked over to Susan
and reached up and after several clicks detached the
tether from the wall. "Stand up," he said quietly,
almost gently. Susan stood up, hating her easy
compliance. But she was tired and had lost the sense
of self she had had all her life. The man led her out
of the room.
They walked down a hallway. Several men passed them,
as well as a few of the hooded women. Susan burned
with shame as she was led naked in view of these
people. They gave her no notice. They came into a very
large room with several groupings of furniture: sofas,
lounge chairs, end tables, like several living rooms
scattered over a much larger room. A few men occupied
some of the furniture in the room, reading or engaged
in conversation. Several naked women with collars sat
at the feet of some of the men who held leashes in
their hands.
Once again the tears stung Susan's eyes. The man led
her to an area where no one else was sitting. He sat
in a large pillowed recliner. A glass of some kind of
liquor sat on the table next to the chair. The man
pointed to the floor at his feet, indicating that
Susan should sit down. Susan sunk to the floor, once
again numb and her mind a blank. The man picked up the
drink and took a sip. Then he leaned over and stroked
Susan's hair. He lifted her chin and looked into her
eyes.
"May I touch your breasts?" he said, smiling. She
turned her head and sobbed. "Nod your head if your
answer is yes." She kept her head averted. He reached
over and pressed a button on a console that Susan had
not noticed before. "Bring bitch 32 to me in the
salon."
Susan looked up at the words "bitch 32." Her spirits,
if possible, sank lower. The man sat looking at Susan
and sipping his drink. A few minutes later another man
entered leading Sara behind him. In his other hand he
held a black rod about 15 inches long. Susan's heart
began to beat faster. The man gestured to the floor
next to Susan and Sara was led to that spot and she
sat down. He then handed the rod to the man in the
chair and then left.
"My name is Gerard. I am your Master, your owner. You
must know by now that you have been enslaved and are
my property." Both girls began to sob audibly. "Let me
show you how this works," he said, indicating the
black rod. He showed them a small red button on one
end. He pressed the other end to his own hand and
showed that it was harmless at that point.
"If I press this button, it delivers a correction." He
then grazed Sara's arm with the harmlessly unarmed
rod. She flinched, and then relaxed when she felt no
pain. Then he looked at Susan. "Indicate that you want
me to touch your breasts by moving very close to me,
hold them up and out and arch your back." Trembling
violently Susan looked at Sara, whose head was down,
tears dropping on the floor. Susan moved forward on
her knees, grasped both of her breasts and bent
backwards, her eyes squeezed shut.
Gerard began to stroke Susan's breasts, lightly
grazing her nipples with his thumb. He moved her hands
away and he held her breasts firmly. He was extremely
pleased at the sight of them, large and full, young
and firm. He bent forward and licked her nipples,
first one and then the other. Susan was now shaking
violently and tears flowed from her tightly closed
eyes. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her
into his lap. He pulled her knees forward and pressed
her to his chest. He pulled her up slightly, slipping
his hands under her ass and began to suck and lick her
breasts in earnest.
He ran his hands up and down her body, over her ass
and up and down her thighs. "Open your eyes and look
at me," he said firmly, squeezing her shoulders. "The
time for resistance is over. Your life now is to serve
me. You will always watch me when you are with me to
see if I want something of you. I should never have to
get your attention. If I do have to, I will be very
displeased."
Susan could not catch her breath or feel her body.
"Sit back on the floor and kiss both of my feet and my
right hand. You will always do this when I appear
before you. When I refer to you to others I will call
you bitch 31." Susan scooted off his lap and did as
she had been directed.
Gerard then directed his attention to Sara. He
stretched out his hand and she put hers in his. He
pulled her into his lap and proceeded to explore her
young body with hands and mouth, sighing and groaning
as he did so. "And you my pet, are bitch 32."
DESCENT
The girls" training proceeded apace for the next four
weeks. Today Master Gerard had led them to the large
salon. There were many members there, scattered among
the groupings of furniture. Some of them came to the
compound only occasionally to play with their pets.
Susan never looked around anymore. She kept her eyes
firmly on her Master. She had experienced the
consequences of momentary lapses in concentration.
The last time she had received 20 strokes on her ass
with a cane, and was directed to deliver 10 to Sara,
who had not disobeyed. If she had not complied, Sara
would have received 30 from the Master. Susan was
horrified to cause her innocent companion more pain
than necessary, but felt herself die a little more
inside at having to strike her, knowing that Sara's
cries were due to her own carelessness.
Gerard led them to his favorite chair. No one else
ever sat there or anywhere in that seating area,
except at large gatherings. He looked intently at
Sara. "Lie down right there on the sofa." He turned to
Susan. "Spread her legs and push her knees back and
sit between her legs." Susan did as directed. Sara
looked up and away. "Lie down between her legs, spread
her pussy and lick it. Lick it until I tell you to
stop."
Susan shed tears as she lay down between Sara's legs.
This is the first time she had been made to be sexual
with Sara, though she had seen other slaves so
engaged. She knew it was only a matter of time. Susan
touched Sara and pressed her fingers on her and spread
her apart, lowered her head and, for the first time in
her life, she licked a woman's pussy. Gerard did not
tell her to stop for 15 minutes. "Push your lips in
deeper, find her clit and suck on it. Push her legs
open wider."
Susan put her hands behind Sara's knees and pushed her
legs farther apart. She lowered her head again and
pushed Sara's pussy lips apart with her mouth and
found the soft nub of her clit. She drew it into her
mouth and began to softly suck on it.
"Suck harder," he ordered. Sara inhaled sharply. The
man got up and stood over Sara, who had been staring
hard at the corner of the room behind her. He leaned
over and slapped her face. "You are to keep your eyes
on me at all times. Squeeze and stroke your tits while
this bitch eats you out. Pull on your nipples. Keep
your eyes on me."
After watching the two girls for 10 minutes or so,
Gerard stripped and knelt behind Susan and entered her
pussy and began to fuck her as she continued to eat
Sara's pussy, sucking her clit. Gerard held Susan's
hips firmly and rhythmically plunged into her tight
young pussy. He was delighted to watch Susan's head
between Sara's legs and Sara playing with her tits,
her eyes on her master. Their education was coming
along nicely and he congratulated himself at having
procured these extraordinary specimens. Already the
videos of their progress had reaped hundreds of
thousands of dollars and an eager mob of fans waiting
anxiously for each installment.
As he slowed his pace, savoring the moment, Gerard's
mind wandered a bit. He wondered what Susan would
think if she knew how it happened that she had been
selected for this life. He thought of the call he
received several months ago from the agent of a very
wealthy, very powerful man. The agent explained that
his employer had endured a humiliating business
setback at the hands of Susan's father and his right-
hand man, her fiancé Ted. His revenge was to have
Susan captured and enslaved and regular reports, with
video and audio, sent to the offending man and his
would be son-in-law. Gerard knew that it was a very
high risk capture, for the girl's family would
relentlessly search for her with all their power,
influence and money.
But Gerard had been paid ten million dollars for his
trouble. Now she was simply another of his
possessions, his mission accomplished to the
satisfaction of his client. As for Sara, she had been
spotted in a routine scouting expedition at a
cheerleading competition in Milwaukee. Her hapless
family had despaired of ever finding her alive. The
authorities were already reducing their efforts at
searching for her.
An attendant returned the girls to their room. Gerard
and a fellow member left together to enjoy an
exquisite dinner and a night of drinking and gambling
at one of their favorite establishments.
He left them alone for seven days. They were now
tethered to each other and sat and slept on the same
mat. They were not permitted to be sexual or
affectionate with each other without permission. He
wanted to give them time to enjoy each other's company
and to deepen their attachment to each other. He
approached their room with a lightness in his step.
Time for something new for his pets.
The girls sat in the rest position: sitting back on
their legs, their hands turned up and resting on their
thighs, their eyes fixed on their Master. Gerard
stripped and knelt on a cushion in front of the large
tufted ottoman and laid over it. He looked at Susan
and said "Come up close behind me." Susan walked over
on her knees until she was inches from her Master's
ass.
"Kiss my ass. Kiss every part of it, except my ass
crack. I want passionate kisses, let me hear how
grateful you are to be allowed to kiss my ass." Susan
began to kiss her Master's ass. She pressed her lips
firmly against his flesh and moaned and sighed as she
kissed every inch of his ass, avoiding his ass crack.
"Stop. Now, lick my ass. Lick it all over, don't miss
any part except my ass crack. I want soft and quick
little licks." Susan proceeded to lick his ass.
She moved her tongue quickly over every inch of his
ass, flicking it lightly. "Now I want you to press as
much of your tongue as you can and lick my ass firmly
and thoroughly. Take sips of water if you need to. I
want my ass wet from your tongue." Susan obeyed.
"Stop," Gerard commanded. Susan leaned back on her
legs. She took a sip of water from the bottle next to
her, her eyes vacant and unseeing. "Put your hands
behind your back. Push your face into my ass crack and
lick it from top to bottom and up both sides. Keep
licking it up and down until I tell you to stop. Avoid
my asshole. Stop and take a breath when you need to."
Susan hesitated for a microsecond. She never heard of
anyone doing anything like this.
The man standing nearby moved like lightening and
touched her with the pain rod for a split second.
Susan immediately put her hands behind her back and
pushed her face into her Master's ass crack, right at
the bottom and began to lick it. She had to press hard
to separate his ass cheeks and get her tongue in
there. She licked up and down the sides of crack,
skipping around his asshole. She had gone up and down
his crack ten times when he told her to stop. She took
a long drink of water and sat back.
Gerard rose up stretched and lay back down. "Spread my
ass open wide and start licking just my asshole. Push
your tongue inside it and lick all around it. Keep
licking and pushing your tongue in until I tell you to
stop." Susan put her hands on his ass and spread it as
wide as she could, bent over and began licking the
dark brown spot in the center of her Master's ass. She
swirled the tip of her tongue around it, then made her
tongue stiff and bobbed her head pushing her tongue
into his asshole. His breathing got faster.
"I can barely feel your tongue. You need to work a
little harder my bitch." He waved his hand and the man
with the rod came over and stood next to Susan,
holding the rod loosely in front of him. Susan
redoubled her effort, moaning and sighing as she
vigorously licked her Master's asshole, pushing her
tongue into his asshole, bobbing her head, tongue-
fucking his hole.
After 10 minutes or so Gerard told her to stop and
move away. He turned and looked at Sara. "It's your
turn. Do everything exactly as bitch 31 did." Sara
moved into position and began kissing his ass. Gerard
motioned with his hand. The man with the rod indicated
that Susan move close to her Master's face. "Lick the
bitch's ass crack while she eats my ass. Work her
asshole the same way you did mine."
Susan walked over on her knees and spread Sara's ass
cheeks apart and lowered her head. She began licking
Sara's ass crack from the bottom to the top, over and
over. After a while she focused on her asshole,
licking her vigorously and tongue-fucking her hole.
Sara moaned as she licked her Master as her own ass
was being eaten out. About 20 minutes later Gerard
stood up and dressed, leaving his zipper open. He put
his hands out to them and they both moved forward.
"You," he looked at Sara, "I want you to lick and suck
my balls. And you," looking at Susan, "I want you to
suck the head of my cock."
They went to work as ordered. Her Master's cock was a
mouthful. Susan had been trained over several weeks to
suck it just as her Master liked. Sara drew each of
his balls into her mouth in turn and sucked them
gently, swirling her tongue around the way she had
been trained. Gerard kicked Sara with his foot and she
retreated.
He slapped Susan on the head. "Get between my legs and
blow me good." Susan moved between his legs and began
to lick his cock up and down and all around. Then she
began to draw it into her mouth, pushing her head down
more and more until his cocked popped into her throat.
She bobbed her head up and down, fucking his cock with
her mouth and throat and swirling her tongue around.
Gerard looked with satisfaction at Susan vigorously
sucking his cock. He looked at Sara whose eyes were
rigidly fixed on him. "Suck his cock," he said,
pointing to the man standing there with the rod. Sara
walked over on her knees and opened his pants and
pulled his cock out and began to suck it. Both girls
sucked vigorously, the men's cocks sliding in out of
their throats until finally they both came in turn.
The girls swallowed the cum and when they were done,
they sat back with their eyes on their Master.
HUMILIATION AND SUBJUGATION
Susan and Sara had now been enslaved for three months.
They had been trained and performed every sex act they
were ordered to perform. They had both lost their
virginity to Gerard: pussy, mouth and ass. They had
learned to have sex with each other. They performed
sex acts with any man their Master directed them to.
They were routinely called slut, whore, bitch, cunt
and slave. Several times a week they were given
cocaine and other drugs to make them more and more
dependent without become seriously addicted.
Tonight was a special event, a sort of convention.
Major slavers from all over the world were coming to
the compound, 32 men in all.
All of the slaves were positioned around the walls of
the great salon, each of them with their eyes on their
Master. Twenty three slave girls lived in the
compound. This was the first time Susan had seen all
of them. An additional 15 were brought by their
Masters. They ranged in age from 16 to 23 and they
were all spectacularly beautiful and well-built. What
Susan did not know was that the Masters here did not
keep any slave after the age of 24. At that time they
were sold to others who had use for "older" bitches.
One of the girls was close to her 24th birthday.
Susan and Sara had learned that their Master, Gerard,
was the Master of the whole compound and all the other
men deferred to him. He stood now to address the
group.
"Welcome gentlemen. To start our festivities we have a
going away experience for one of our bitches who will
turn 24 in three days. She has already been sold and
will be picked up tomorrow by an agent for General
Mbotu, head of the Ugandan army. He is of modest means
so he is willing to pay the discounted price for one
of our used bitches. Tonight we will make special use
of her. I need two volunteers to start with. Several
of the men raised their hands.
Gerard selected two: a gray-haired man with a good
physical build and a younger blonde man with a huge
paunch. The slave was brought in on a leash to the
center of the room. Two attendants stood on chairs on
either side of her and tied her hands over her head to
a ring hanging from the ceiling, pulling her up until
she was on her tip toes. The two men stepped forward.
While the girl was being positioned Gerard had handed
a whip to each of the volunteers.
"Whenever you're ready gentlemen." One man stood in
front of the frightened girl, the other at the back.
Then they began to whip her. She screamed the whole
time, her body becoming striped with red welts.
Several of the men had pulled out their cocks and were
stroking themselves while they watched. The man in
front of the girl called for a different whip with
several leather straps hanging off of it. He began to
whip the girl's tits. She screamed and cried, but had
been so well trained she did not speak any words. As
soon as they started drawing blood Gerard called a
halt.
"I think this poor bitch needs a little comforting."
They took her down and laid her on a very large, low
table in the center of the room in view of all. They
tied her to the table with her arms behind her head
tied to the legs of the table. They put ropes around
her knees and pulled her legs wide apart and tied the
ropes to the table legs. One of the attendants came
over and, strangely, began to slather peanut butter on
the girl's pussy, great big gobs of it.
Then he took more peanut butter and thickly coated her
tits, then a large gob in her mouth and on her lips.
As soon as he was done two other attendants entered
the salon with two large German shepherds. He led the
dogs to the table and urged them up onto the table.
The dogs were immediately drawn to the peanut butter
and began to lick it off the girl, one in between her
legs licking it off her pussy and the other licking it
off her tits, then off her lips and inside her mouth.
The girl began to cry.
Many of the slaves around the room stared in wide-eyed
shock. Other long-timers had seen this before. Gerard
stood, "This is sort of a going away ceremony. None of
us would fuck a bitch after a dog has had her, but we
all enjoy the sight. Where she's going she will be
spending plenty of intimate time with animals of all
kinds."
The girl cried louder at that pronouncement. She had
been a slave here for 7 years. She thought she had
seen the bottom of degradation - she was wrong. There
was an inch and half or more of peanut butter on the
girl and it took the dogs almost fifteen minutes to
get it all off.
Then an odd device was wheeled into the room. The
attendants leashed the dogs and held them. The girl
was removed from the table and directed to kneel on
the device and lay on the pad in front of her. Then it
was tipped so her head was slightly lower than her
ass, which stuck up provocatively. Then the pads she
kneeled on were spread wide apart. Her ass and pussy
were completely exposed. The dogs were then led over.
An attendant spread a kind of gel on the girl.
The first dog was released and sniffed the girl's
pussy and became very excited. The dog jumped up and
frantically tried to find her pussy hole with his
greatly distend glistening red cock. He wasn't having
much success. Gerard told Susan to come over. "Guide
that cock into her pussy." With vacant eyes and an
empty heart she grasped the dog's cock and put the
head of it into the girl's pussy.
The dog began fucking her viciously, the nails of his
front paws digging into the girl's back and sides.
Then the dog's knot began to form. They would be
locked in this position for 15 or 20 minutes. Some of
the men stood in front of the girl and took their
cocks out for her to suck. She obediently sucked them
while the dog was buried in her pussy. Five men fucked
the girl's mouth, then the room began to disperse into
a party: mingling and drinking, talking business.
Four slaves were kneeling on a large plastic tarp in
an alcove off the salon. When a man needed to take a
piss he went over to one of the toilet slaves and
pissed in her mouth.
The men became disinterested in the girl joined with
the dog. The dog panted and whined as his cock knot
kept him connected to the girl. The other dog was
pacing wildly on his leash waiting for his turn. The
girl had been given a break from cocksucking and
whimpered in her bonds, beyond mortified.
Gerard got the crowd's attention as the dog popped out
of the girl. Sara was called over and directed to lick
the dog cum out of the girl's pussy. Susan felt the
gorge rise in her throat and feared she would vomit.
If she did that here she would be forced to eat it.
When Sara was done licking out the dog's cum the other
dog was released. He jumped up on the girl who was
jerking violently in the trap. "Go Rocky Go!" some of
the men shouted. Rocky jumped on the girl and just as
his fellow canine, he could not find the hole. Another
slave was enlisted to guide the dog's cock into the
girl.
The frenzied dog bit the slave several times but the
cock found its home and the dog began to hump the girl
violently. All eyes were on the spectacle. The whole
thing was being videotaped. These kinds of shows were
sold at very high profit on the black market. After a
few minutes the two were joined by the dog's cock knot
and the crowd again lost interest. A few men went to
the girl to get sucked, the rest returned to their
conversation and drinking. Several of the men called
for their slaves and had them suck their cocks while
they casually conversed with the other men. Several
girls were placed in a pussy eating circle.
A large, sweaty man with bulging eyes waddled over to
Susan and told her to stand up. He squeezed and groped
her tits then turned her around. He pulled out his
hard cock, threw her down, entered her pussy and began
to slam into her, reaching around and squeezing her
tits and pulling on her nipples. Any man in the room
could have any slave at any time. Susan would end up
getting fucked over 25 times that evening: ass, pussy
and mouth.
She licked and sucked 15 asses as well.
Susan and another girl were directed to perform a
complete sex session with each other lasting 20
minutes and performed center stage in front of all
present.
Susan was voted the most spectacular bitch in the
room, much to Gerard's pleasure. At one point the men
all stood in a circle and Susan stood in front of each
man who bent over and briefly sucked her tits.
She had no say over her own body any more. What she
wanted (or didn't want), what she thought and what she
felt were no longer relevant - she was a totally owned
object.
ACCEPTANCE
Six months later. Susan was kneeling under her
Master's desk in his study licking his balls. She had
been licking his balls for a half an hour. She was
used to this now. She had once sat behind him and
licked his asshole for an entire football game while
the other men watching the game took turns fucking her
ass and pussy, ten men in all. After each man had
fucked her Sara was ordered to eat the cum out of
Susan's pussy or ass. Some of the more vigorous men
fucked Sara while she ate Susan out.
As part of her training a while back Susan was
blindfolded. Whenever the blindfold was taken off she
was kneeling behind a man while two other slaves held
his ass cheeks apart. Of course Susan ate the ass in
front of her. For two weeks the only thing she ever
saw was assholes, at all other times she was
blindfolded. She spent another two weeks only seeing
balls and licking and sucking them.
As one might guess, two weeks of only seeing cocks and
licking and sucking them. Last of all, two weeks of
only seeing a spread pussy to eat out. She was not
allowed to look at anything else but the sex part in
front of her or be severely punished.
She no longer offered the slightest resistance. All
thought of her former life had been banished from her
thoughts. The only thing she could not control was her
dreams. She would sometimes wake up in tears as she
had dreamed of her sweet life with her family and her
love. Self-loathing consumed her. This was her life,
so she found herself beginning to favor one activity
more than another. She and Sara were now allowed to
sleep entwined, spooning. They were still forbidden to
be sexual with each other without permission, and they
knew they were constantly watched. Susan also found
that sitting quietly and licking some part of her
Master or other man allowed her mind to wander as she
performed automatically, not really thinking about
what she was actually doing.
While under the desk licking her Master's balls she
listened to him conducting business. His business
interests included slaving, narcotics, and gambling.
Once, when talking to his accountant, Susan found out
that he owned over 200 slave girls all over the world.
He had been raised by his slaver father and learned
from a young age to look at women as property. He had
never fucked a girl over the age of 24. He was 49
years old and at the height of his power. His net
worth was over 500 million dollars.
Her Master kicked her under the desk. This was a
signal for her to crawl out. When she did, her Master
ordered her to blow the three men in the room. She
crawled over to the first man, a very obese black man
with a wrinkled face. She knelt in front of him and
struggled to get his cock out of his pants as they
were very tight. His huge belly hung over his cock
which was at least 8 or 9 inches. Susan began to suck
the head and the man grabbed the sides of her face and
viciously forced his cock down her throat and began to
fuck her face vigorously.
She thought she would suffocate and then hoped she
would. The man came quickly and released her. She
crawled to the next man who kicked her away. She
crawled back reaching to open his pants. He slapped
her and kicked her away again. All the men laughed.
She approached him five more times, receiving abuse,
but knowing she must persist. The consequences for
failure to do so were harsh and terrible. The sixth
time he let her get his cock out and suck him. He
pulled out at the last minute and sprayed her face.
Gerard had Sara brought to the room to lick the cum
off her face.
SURRENDER
Master Gerard strolled down the shadowy corridor
preceded by Susan and Sara; the women wore only a robe
with nothing underneath. Gerard's hand held on to the
reigns connected to each of the collars around their
neck. As they neared the dog kennel, pheromones
imperceptible to their master were drunk in by the
salivating canines and drove them in to a pussy-
scented feeding frenzy of yelps, barks, and howls that
told of how hungry they were to smell, touch, or taste
any part of the two slaves only a few yards away.
Sara jumped but not her friend---Susan had taken this
walk before, she knew exactly where they were headed.
Forbidden to speak she had no way of communicating
with Sara. She wanted to reach out and steady the
nervous girl, but she was afraid to do anything she
wasn't told to do.
Arriving at a solid metal door, Master Gerard produced
a keycard, swiped it past the card reader and the door
hissed opened. "Inside!" he commanded. The women
obeyed and were immediately greeted by a sterile scent
of sanitization and a large female blond dressed in
medical garb. The heavy door sealed shut behind them.
"You're at the vet's," their master said sounding
almost irritated at Sara's weakness. He focused his
attention directly on Sara. "Just watch bitch 31, do
what she does," he warned. "I'll be back when it's
done," he said and he was gone. "With me," the stern-
sounding woman said in a heavy German accent. She led
them into an examination room. "On the table," her
authoritative German voice barked. Susan removed her
robe and climbed onto the table on all fours. Sara
watched them nervously and did the same. Both of their
exposed asses pointed at the examiner as she snapped
on her rubber gloves.
Master Gerard entered a room filled with other
masters, some of them with their pets seated near
them. The glass wall to his left looked directly into
the examination room. He could see Sara and Susan
undergoing their invasive exam. A handsome young
Oriental guy they called Vic Lee was seated, his legs
a part, the slave of one of the other masters
professionally administering a blow job.
He took the energetic redhead by the hair, the seal
between her lip and his cock slurped apart; a sound
that got the attention of the others. Lee looked up
"Lionel, call this bitch off," he said. The other
master patted his hand against his leg, and the naked
redhead wearing a collar retreated to his side.
Gerard took in the action with a smile. A passing
slave girl carrying a tray with three drinks on it
placed one of the glasses in Master Gerard's hand,
trying not to make eye contact. He turned to the glass
wall and watched Susan have her ass spread open by the
examiner. "Clean me up bitch," he heard Lee's voice
over his shoulder.
Inside the examination room the examiner was just
finishing with Susan. "Your pussy and ass are in good
shape" she remarked moving on to Sara. Sara's already
tense body became even tenser. The examiner put on a
new set of gloves, then pushed her rubber covered
finger inside Sara's tight little shit hole. She
cried. "Please" she called out in pain, "it hurts, it
hurts!"
"Don't you know how to relax you little piece of shit,
you're cutting off the circulation to my finger," the
Alpha female said to her. On the other side of the
glass mirrored wall Master Gerard stood watching the
girls endure their monthly exam. He took a sip from
the glass in his hand. "I like the one with the round
ass," Lee joined Gerard at the glass wall. Gerard
looked at him and smiled; he took another sip of wine.
"Is she house-broken; has she surrendered completely?"
Lee continued.
"She's close," Gerard said, his eyes still fixed on
the action inside the exam room. The examiner was
whipping Sara's ass with a leather strap. "What about
the little cry baby?" Lee asked. Sara slipped off the
examining table and the beating continued. "That
little bitch is becoming more trouble than she's
worth," Gerard said to him.
"Ahho, what's this," Lee said; they watched Susan
plead with the examiner to spare Sara. Angry, the
examiner stopped her beating, walked over to a cabinet
and took out a large rubber penis.
Inside the exam room the examiner approached. She
stood Sara's small protesting frame up, and leaned her
over the exam table, exposing her reddened frail ass.
"Please," Susan begged, "she can't take it."
"Bitch," the examiner shouted at Susan, "does your
master know you address people?" "I'm sorry," Susan
whispered. "You know if I told him you spoke to me you
would get your ass beaten?" she snarled. Susan nodded.
"You care for this little piece of shit don't you?"
the examiner quizzed Susan. Unable to explain that she
was just a friend, Susan nodded. "Here take this," the
examiner said, pressing the large rubber penis into
Sara's hands, "I'm going to get some lube, and you are
going to ram this up her ass!" The examiner, turning
to leave the room out of Susan's sight, smiled in the
direction of the mirrored wall aware that there were
spectators on the other side.
Gerard and Lee stood watching Susan saying something
to a sobbing Sara. They are joined by the examiner.
"You catching all of this?" she asked turning to look
through the glass wall. Gerard nodded and drained the
wine from his glass. He was offered another drink but
refused and gave up his empty glass. "It's about time
we had a little excitement around here," Lee said with
a smile. "You know she gets off on torturing newbies,"
Lee joked referring to the examiner.
"I am going to need one of your pussy lickers, if this
keeps up," the examiner said to Lee. Turning her
attention to Gerard, "you want me to end this?" she
asked sincerely. Gerard turned back to Susan and Sara.
Lee and the examiner studied Gerard's face. Several
seconds passed, "No," Gerard finally said. "Bust her
virgin ass." The examiner held up a bottle of lube
with a smile and walked away.
In the examination room Susan whispered, "Quickly
Sara," constantly checking the door, "Do you
understand?"
"You want me to push," Sara said trying to control her
sobs. "It's the only way to relax your ass muscle;
it's too tight, it will rip you apart if you don't, do
you hear me," Susan begged. Sara nodded.
"When I squeeze your leg like this," Susan said giving
the back of Sara's leg a squeeze, "you push for me."
The examiner entered holding the bottle of
lubrication. She pushed Susan aside and emptied half
the small bottle of lube down Sara's butt crack.
Smoothing it around Sara's tense asshole she pushed
her finger inside. This time it slid in easily.
Without having her leg squeezed, Sara gave a small
push and to her amazement the pain went away.
Next the examiner covered the head of the rubber penis
with lube. "Fuck this bitch in the ass with that
thing," she told Susan adding, "And do it right!"
Susan squeezed Sara's leg then rested the head of the
rubber dick against Sara's ass opening. Sara let out a
whimper and pushed hard. Susan guided the synthetic
phallus inside Sara's ass; her muscle relaxed and her
ass swallowed three to four inches of the rubber cock;
then realizing that Susan's advice was working finally
Sara relaxed.
In the Master's lounge Gerard and Lee watched the
examiner shove Susan out of the way once more, insert
her examining tool, and complete the exam of Sara's
pussy and ass. She handed them their robes and made
her examination room ready for the next contestants.
Back in their resting place Sara lay sleeping tethered
at the neck to the wall; Susan lay with her eyes open
watching Sara sleep. The door opened, Gerard entered
carrying a bowl of soapy water.
Without waking Sara he made his way to where Susan
lay. "On your hands and knees bitch," he said placing
the bowl on the floor and removing the leather belt
from his pants. "The vet told me you spoke to her
today," he said allowing his belt to move down her
back and through her ass crack as he moved past, and
stood behind her. Susan wanted to explain, but knew
that defending herself would only get her in more
trouble. "You know what else she said to me," Master
Gerard taunted.
He removed his shoes and pants, "she said your pussy
was hot, like a bitch in heat, that you need to be
fucked, she told me." (Smack!) She felt the belt take
a small bite out of her ass. The next two smacks
across her ass were serious, and brought tears. "Bitch
you KNOW you don't talk to people!" he said angrily.
"Can I squeeze your breasts?" he asked. Susan nodded
yes. "Can I fuck the shit out of your ass?" Again she
nodded yes. "You're damn right I can," he said guiding
his stiff cock to the back entrance of her pussy, he
jammed it inside her, taking hold of her hips he
started fucking Susan hard and strong. His skin
slapped against her ass, pounding his long hard cock
deep inside her love opening.
Susan started cumming and never stopped. She enjoyed
being lost in passion; it was like stepping into
another dimension where time and space stood still,
suspended in midair by the sweet sticky flood of a
never ending climax. "Fuckin" bitch," she heard his
voice echo, starting his climax. "You fuckin" bitch!"
he repeated pumping her wet cunt full of his warm
sultry dick milk.
Taking a moment to compose himself Master Gerard stood
up, his penis still dripping cum He picked up his
shoes and pants and left, stopping long enough to
unleash a now fully awake Sara. "Clean that bitch up,"
he said to Sara and he was gone. Sara bypassed the
bowl of soapy water and settled between Susan's legs
and began licking her creamy middle. Her small silky
smooth tongue moved over Susan's dripping wet vagina
savoring and gently sucking at Susan's exhausted
openness.
It wasn't often Master Gerard allowed them to touch so
there was no way Sara was going to let soapy water do
what her hungry little tongue could do. Susan, still
tethered at her neck relaxed and enjoyed her tongue
washing; to her surprise her tired body erupted with
climax more than once as Sara ate deeper, and deeper
toward the back of Susan pussy, making sounds like
someone devouring a succulent sweet treat.
Susan raised her legs and clasped her knees exposing
her ass opening to Sara's soothing tongue. Sara ate
her pussy and ass like there would be no tomorrow,
thrilling Susan with sensation she never thought
possible. She could no longer feel the burning from
the belt against her skin, the fear, and self-doubt
that had haunted her during that day. She was high on
elation and she fell asleep that way.
RESCUE
Carl grabbed the phone when he saw who was calling. He
had an army of detectives and somewhat shadier
individuals scouring the world for his daughter. Susan
had now been gone for 18 months. Because of the
cruelly pornographic updates he had gotten over that
time, he knew she was alive and being held captive.
His heart wrenched at the thought of his precious
child being so viciously abused. He tried not to think
of what condition she would be in when he finally
found her. For he knew he WOULD find her.
He had already spent 20 million dollars in his search.
He would continue if it took every penny he had. As it
was, the money he had expended thus far barely touched
his personal fortune. He took no pleasure in any of
it. His sister Eileen was mired in a depression which
began shortly after Susan's disappearance. He had kept
the awful truth of Susan's real situation from her,
knowing she could not handle it. Susan's fiancé, Ted,
had quit his job months ago, sliding into alcoholic
oblivion after he too received the horrifying
"updates" from Susan's captors.
"Talk to me," Carl barked into the phone. "We've found
her." Carl's heart hammered at those words. His agent
described quickly how he had found her. "She is in a
slaver's compound in a remote area of Mexico, about
100 miles south of Mexico City. The compound comprises
about 20,000 acres of land and is nearly self-
sufficient. There are 35 buildings, mostly all
attached above or below ground. The area is heavily
guarded and patrolled. There are approximately 35
young women confined there. As best as we can tell,
about 20 "masters" inhabit the place on a regular
basis. About twice that many gather periodically for
"conventions." They're all major players in the slave
trade."
"Our plan is to contact the leader of this ring, a man
named Gerard Montague, using one of our own men
masquerading as an agent for a billionaire tycoon. As
the agent, our man will say that his employer has
heard of a particular slave that he is very interested
in for a special purpose, your daughter. He will bid
so high that Montague will not be able to refuse."
Choking back his rage Carl nearly shouted, "How much
do you need?"
"Probably about 10 million and possibly as much as 50
million" the operative replied.
"What about the other women?" Carl asked.
"We can't do anything about them without an all-out
storming of the place with a small army," he replied.
"After we get your daughter out, perhaps we can work
on a plan. I do not want to jeopardize her safety at
this point."
Carl felt a moment of guilt at rescuing his daughter
and leaving the others, knowing that they had families
devastated by the loss of their children.
"Do it!" Carl barked. "You have Cunningham's contact
information. I will instruct him to release whatever
amount you need, no limit." With that Carl hung up and
shed tears that had not been able to come in over a
year.
"Master Gerard," the agent said, addressing his
employer. "We have an interesting offer from a source
unknown to us. A gentleman with a 10 digit portfolio
wishes to purchase one of your units. He has heard of
a certain slave and is obsessed with obtaining her.
His agent has been in contact with me and is awaiting
a response. The inquiry fee of one million dollars has
cleared the account."
"Which one does he want?" Gerard asked, his curiosity
piqued. "Bitch 31," his man said. Gerard was
disappointed, but not surprised. That one was the most
spectacular specimen he had ever seen in all his and
his father's years in the business. He hated to lose
the bitch. In addition, he had assured his client who
had ordered her capture that he would keep him
informed of her "progress" through the years. Perhaps
he could arrange with this buyer to maintain the
progress reports, in exchange for a discounted price.
But 31 was his favorite. His slaver's heart swelled to
think of the descent of that one from the pinnacle of
a charmed life to the lowest degradation. It was the
contrast that delighted him, knowing he had
transformed her from rising star to an utter slut.
She had gone from being a beloved daughter and bride,
on the cusp of reaching her genius potential, to being
a crawling, drooling, obsequious, pussy-eating, ball-
kissing, ass-licking, cocksucking, piss-drinking whore
of the lowest (highest") form, rubbing her naked ass
on his leg (or anyone I tell her to) and grunting and
moaning wanting to be fucked in all three holes (just
as I taught her). She whined like a spoiled child
begging with her eyes and tongue to lick my asshole.
Of course she knew she would be punished if her tongue
wasn't in my ass or my cock in one of her holes when I
called for her or came to her.
She had to beg convincingly and endure abuse before I
would relent and allow her to eat my ass, lick my
balls or suck my cock. Of course it would cost her. In
exchange for these privileges she would be whipped
with the instrument of her choice by one of my
colleagues while licking my feet and sucking my toes.
She would have to crawl to the cabinet where the whips
and canes were kept and choose one with her mouth and
crawl over and present it to me.
He had never taken a unit from a prominent family due
to the attendant risks, but that is what made this
bitch special. She was also physically spectacular.
He couldn't have designed a better body. He enjoyed
the envious eyes of his cohorts.
Though many of them had enjoyed 31 in a limited
fashion, her eyes were always on him.
"Do you wish to sell the unit?" his man asked. "Tell
this agent the price is $25 million," Gerard said
smiling. Surely no-one would pay that sum for a slave
sight-unseen. Gerard heard the slight intake of breath
from his agent. "Any questions?" Gerard asked. "No
sir. I will deliver your price immediately." He hung
up and got up to spend some time with his favorite
pet.
He had spent the last three months training 31 and 32
to fully embrace the persona of a dog. They jumped and
wagged their asses and made yipping noises when he
came in the room. They ran to him, licking his shoes
and hands, then sitting back with their hands up and
curled like paws, begging.
He kept "treats" in his pockets for them. Mostly they
were pieces of chocolate laced with cocaine. This had
proved a valuable component of his training, assuring
their swift compliance.
Usually no slave was kept beyond the 24th year. All of
the female attendants in the compound were there
voluntarily, drawn to the slave life. They were all
older, often overweight, homely or downright ugly. But
they served their purpose and were unquestioningly
obedient and loyal. They were used by the guards and
farmhands on the property; the Masters rarely if ever
touched them.
His plan had been to keep 31 and 32 beyond their 24th
year (still 6 years away) to be mates to two of his
now quite young prized German shepherds. He intended
to maintain the two females" physical beauty with all
of the skill and products available. They would be an
outstanding attraction as real bitches, living in
kennels with their dog masters. He might even do it
sooner if he grew bored with them, which was possible
after several years, even for two such as these.
The other masters would object since it was the
customary practice to sell units to other masters if
they were no longer wanted and not yet 24. And many
wanted these two. But, it was a custom, not a rule.
Besides, Gerard knew they would all go wild over the
dog and bitch shows.
"He has agreed to your price," the agent reported to
Gerard excitedly. Neither one of them remotely
expected this. "Hmmm," Gerard thought. "There's
something not quite right about this." On the other
hand, he knew many men of fantastic wealth who were
quite eccentric and often obsessed with obtaining
whatever it is they wanted. Often the higher the
demanded price, the more eager they seemed to pay to
obtain the prize.
"When does he want delivery?"
"As soon as possible. He has a special purpose for the
bitch and was particularly anxious to receive her
within 24 hours if at all possible. When you agree to
a transfer arrangement, half of the money will be
wired to your account, with the other half after
inspection of the merchandise upon delivery. There was
a suggestion of lucrative business propositions if the
deal were completed according to his timetable. I will
supervise the transaction personally."
Gerard wanted a few more days with 31. He even
wrestled with refusing the deal altogether. Perhaps he
had a little of that obsessiveness and possessiveness
himself. 31 was HIS and he bristled at the thought of
giving her up before he was ready. But 25 million" He
could possible find five more as pleasing for that
money. Well, maybe not AS pleasing, but close.
"Where does he want her delivered?"
"He will send a helicopter here to retrieve the unit.
His agent will inspect it and agree to finalize the
terms. I will hold the agent and any other personnel
until the transfer of the balance is confirmed."
"Confirm the arrangement. Tell him we will expect them
to arrive at 4:00 pm tomorrow."
"Understood. I will notify you when all is arranged."
It was now 3:15 pm. One more day with 31; he would
make it memorable, for both of them.
Gerard relished his visits with his two favorites. A
year and a half after obtaining them he could
congratulate himself on a complete transformation and
mastery of these two sweet bitches. He smiled as he
opened the door to their cell.
The two girls turned and scrambled quickly over on all
fours making all the excited noises a young dog might
make at the sight of its master. The girls licked his
shoes and hands then sat back expectantly. He held his
hand out to Susan who placed her head in it, rubbing
her cheek against his palm then softly, slowly and
sweetly licking his fingers, sucking on them and
kissing them. He moved one foot toward Sara, not
taking his eyes off of Susan's ardent ministrations.
Sara removed her master's shoe and sock and covered
his feet with kisses and soft licks.
Gerard reveled in the devotion and adoration of his
pets. He had succeeded in bringing the two completely
into their new life with him, leaving behind who they
once were. It is a psychological feat which he had
accomplished many times before, but never had he
brought two so far from one self-concept to another.
No sexual pleasure could compare with the experience
of such complete dominance over a living, thinking
person.
He felt particularly triumphant over his success with
Susan. Here was a girl raised in ideal circumstances
and having a level of intelligence and self-esteem
that not more than 1% of people possess or achieve. He
had overcome all her instincts to resist his
domination and brought her completely under his
control to the point where her happiness and self-
esteem rested solely upon his approval.
His pets, knowing well his desires, undressed him
slowly and sensuously, their eyes on him looking for
any signal. All through the evening and night hours 31
and 32 explored and stimulated every millimeter of his
body and, at his command, every inch of each other. As
always the entire session was videotaped for later
enjoyment. Many times he would feign displeasure and
manufacture reasons to punish one or the other.
They would lay their foreheads on the floor, their
pretty little asses raised, offering their bodies to
the whip or cane. He set them to competing for his
attentions. He had them literally fighting for the
privilege to lick his asshole, pushing each other out
of the way, the winner exulting and performing
eagerly, the other whining and crying in defeat.
***
Sometime near dawn they all lay down. He slept in
their cell, curled up with them. As they had submitted
at a deeper and deeper level over the last several
months they had been rewarded with more and more
luxuries. They now had a king sized plush mattress on
the floor and a dozen pillows. He often watched them
remotely without their knowing through the many
cameras installed around the room as they played or
made love. There was a constant internet feed sending
the images to their many fans paying for the
opportunity to observe them. He had made several
million dollars over the 18 months they had been with
him from movies and internet feeds to their fan base.
They awoke around three in the afternoon. Gerard stood
up and sat in his chair (they never sat there even
when he was not there). He called them to him. "I have
news. 31 you have been sold. Your new master will be
coming to get you in one hour." He knew his words were
cruel. Her reaction would be equally thrilling to him,
though he felt the deep regret at no longer enjoying
his creation.
Susan sat stunned, her mind uncomprehending. She had
repressed every thought and instinct she had had
before being brought here. She had invested everything
in submitting and embracing this impossible situation.
Now to lose yet another life was almost more than she
could bear. Her first instinct was to beg to stay with
him. But she had been so completely trained not to
speak any words all that came out was a painful,
mournful choking wail. Sara also cried hysterically as
she had become symbiotically attached to Susan.
Gerard stood and commanded them to silence. "You are
owned and fully trained. Submission means acceptance
of any and all of my wishes." Looking at Susan he
said, "When you are serving your new master you can do
so with pride and joy knowing that I wish it to be
so." To Sara he said, "Do you object to my decision,
to my total mastery over your life?" Sara silently
shook her head no.
He attached a leash to Susan's collar and led her out
of the room leaving the two girls no chance to say
goodbye. He led Susan to a small room similar to the
first room she had when she came. An attendant was
there and Gerard nodded to him and left Susan there
without a word. She was stunned into immobility.
The attendant lowered Susan to the floor of the bare
room and gave her an injection. The shot would render
her unconscious and mildly paralyzed for up to four
hours, plenty of time to transfer her to her new
master's location. The door opened again and another
attendant entered holding a large padded canvas bag.
He laid it on the floor next to Susan's prone form.
The bag extended beyond her feet and head, large
enough to encase her. The attendant unzipped the bag
and rolled Susan into it and zipped it up again. There
were numerous air holes, so there would be no problem
getting her enough air. The two attendants grabbed the
handles at either end and lifted the bag and took it
up to the roof where there was a helicopter landing
pad, and waited.
Gerard's agent, Marshall, emerged from the building
and walked to where the attendants stood. He quickly
unzipped the bag enough to see Susan's head and
determine that she was breathing normally. At that
moment the three men looked up into the distance where
they saw, and heard, the unmistakable sound of a
helicopter. Marshall held a small laptop. He would use
it to determine that the final payment had been
transmitted before releasing the "unit," as he called
her, to her new owner.
In the helicopter the operatives hired by Susan's
father Carl watched the three men on the roof. They
noted the large canvas bag assuming it was the young
woman they came to rescue. Franco, in the co-pilot's
seat, struggled with the desire to buzz these scum
with the chopper, slicing them to pieces. He hoped he
would be back to do just that. The chopper landed and
the men emerged and walked toward the waiting group.
"We're looking for Marshall," said Franco. "I'm
Marshall," the agent said, stepping forward and
opening the laptop. "Please inspect the cargo and I
will connect with our bank to arrange the final
transaction." The two men walked over to the canvas
bag and unzipped it. They knew they would be expected
to check the girl out thoroughly. They did a brief
check on Susan's condition and zipped the bag closed.
"Is everything satisfactory?" Marshall inquired.
"Yes," Franco replied. "Please gentleman, let's
complete our business," Marshall stated, holding out
the laptop. Franco took the laptop and in view of
Marshall entered several codes and then waited.
Marshall took the machine and checked his employer's
account. "Excellent. Everything is in order. It was a
pleasure doing business with you." Marshall extended
his hand, but his gesture was not returned. Franco and
his partner lifted the canvas bag and loaded it into
the back of the helicopter. They climbed aboard and
lifted off the roof. Again Franco was overwhelmed by
the urge to annihilate these bastards. The chopper
veered off and headed toward their rendezvous with
Carl.
"Carl, we have her," Franco reported. There was no
response, as was expected. "I can't imagine what he's
going through knowing what must have been happening to
his little girl for the last year and a half at the
hands of those bastards," Franco stated flatly. He had
two daughters himself and knew what he would do to
anyone who would hurt them in any way.
They called one of their colleagues en route, a woman
named Cherie. She was to meet them with clothes for
Susan as they guessed rightly that she would not be
wearing any. The rendezvous point was only 10 minutes
away. They landed on the grass in the rear acreage of
a large estate. Cherie approached the helicopter and
climbed inside. The two men exited. Cherie opened the
bag and began to dress Susan in underwear and a simple
jogging suit. That would do for now. It would not be
right for her father to see her unclothed.
A stretcher had been brought to the chopper and Franco
and his partner carried it to the house where Carl
waited anxiously. Carl had not told anyone, not his
sister and certainly not Ted, about today's operation.
The doors to the patio opened and Franco and his
partner entered carrying the stretcher.
Carl approached the stretcher with fear and relief. He
looked down at her and tears streamed from his eyes,
though he made no sound. She looked much like the last
time he'd seen her. He looked at Cherie. "She appears
to be in excellent physical condition, sir." The words
chilled Carl: excellent physical condition. It
remained to be seen how her ordeal had affected her
mind, and her heart.
The estate was owned by a close friend of Carl's who
was out of the country for an extended period. Carl
wanted the trip to safety to be a short as possible.
Carl had brought with him a doctor, nurse, and
psychiatrist - all close associates who had worked
with him in the past. The psychiatrist had recommended
she be sedated and slowly brought to full awareness
over a period of days. They knew that in her current
unconscious state she had no idea what had transpired.
There was no telling what her reaction would be.
They laid Susan on a plush sofa and waited. About 90
minutes later she started to rouse. Her eyes fluttered
and she began to move. The psychiatrist had injected
her 10 minutes before with a sedative and mood
stabilizer. Carl moved to her side and took her hand.
Her head lolled back and forth a few times and then
her eyes settled on Carl. Susan moved her head back
and forth as if saying "No" and closed her eyes again.
"Honey," Carl said softly, barely audible, "it's
daddy."
***
Over the next 24 hours Susan was slowly brought to
full consciousness. So far she had not spoken a word,
staring blankly at her father as if she did not know
him. In actuality she thought she was going insane due
to Gerard's having sold her. All she could think about
was the fact that Gerard did not want her anymore. She
had given up everything for him, even her own soul.
She had done things that set her apart from normal
society, no longer belonging to the outside world. She
could never go back to anything resembling her former
life. Her mind beat and pulsed with one word,
"Master."
Susan looked angrily at Cherie and the nurse who
insisted, albeit gently, that she put her clothes on.
Susan frantically stripped them off when she first
realized she was clothed. She looked with distaste at
these women who talked, who addressed the men
familiarly.
She still would not let the thought in that the one
man was her father.
In that half-sleep state before waking Susan saw in
her mind's eye a scene from a few months ago. She and
Sara had been hung by their feet side by side just
inches apart from each other. They were in the center
of the great salon. There was no explanation for this,
nor could they expect any. As it so happened, this was
just a whim of one of the most senior members of the
fraternity. At 80 years old he had been inducted into
the fraternity when he was 16 years old, sponsored by
his father. His greatest turn-on was seeing naked
young women hung by their feet and giving head,
particularly to him. These two were the most stunning
specimens he had ever seen, and that was saying
something.
First he watched his grandson take a turn with Susan.
Then the shriveled old man approached a dark-haired
beauty with a proud erection, thanks to the miracle of
Viagra. He slapped her cheek with his cock and she
opened her mouth. She obediently sucked
enthusiastically. Then he buried his face in her
pubis, biting down on her maliciously.
At the memory of that painful bite Susan's eyes flew
open and she was fully awake. She had been here now
for three days. She still had not spoken, despite the
urging of the others, especially her father. She now
acknowledged to herself that she had been taken back.
Her father had found her and taken her out. She felt a
rage she had not had since when she had first been
taken by her Master.
That seemed funny to her now. Master Gerard was
everything to her: mind, body, spirit and soul. She
often was amazed to think that at one time she thought
her Master was a jailer and tormenter and rapist. It's
so easy to misunderstand someone, especially someone
great, a man as great as her Master. Average people
just did not understand how he thought.
Eight"one"eight"seven"three"two"nine"nine"nine"nine".
The numbers ran across her mind, over and over.
At some level she understood what her father had done
and why. But she knew she no longer belonged in this
world, nor did she want to. When a person has
subjugated themselves and submitted to extreme
degradation and humiliation to gain the acceptance of
another, they are changed forever. They see a new
reality.
She looked at her father and realized with pity that
he could never accept her as she was now. When her
father looked at her with love and anguish a thousand
images flashed across her mind: performing endless
sexual acts with any and every male she was ordered
to: licking ass, begging to be whipped, sucking toes
and licking shoes, watching outgoing slaves having sex
with animals and assisting the act, kissing the hand
that had just slapped her face for the 20th time;
opening her mouth to receive a stream of piss, having
sex with other women, the sight of girls hanging from
the ceiling (a regular sight), kissing and smiling at
sweaty, lecherous old men groping her as she sat in
their laps and rode their cocks, her old self dying a
little more each time and being replaced by a new
self, who she was now.
Eight"one"eight"seven"three"two"nine"nine"nine"nine".
The numbers ran across her mind, over and over.
Susan had not worn clothes or spoken in a year and a
half. She had learned to be slavishly deferent to any
male. She had started fantasizing about the doctors
that attended her in the strange house. She wanted to
show them how skilled she was in pleasing a man and to
impress them with her submissiveness. Of course, the
others would not allow it, but she bet the doctors
would want it if it weren't for the others. She
compromised on the clothing by wearing a simple cotton
shift with nothing underneath. She avoided her father.
Eight"one"eight"seven"three"two"nine"nine"nine"nine".
The numbers ran across her mind, over and over.
The numbers echoed in her head. Time passed: one week,
two weeks.
Eight"one"eight"seven"three"two"nine"nine"nine"nine".
The numbers ran across her mind, over and over.
Why did she wait" Susan struggled with the ambivalence
creeping into the corners of her mind and with it,
insanity. Her father had talked to her about going
home, leaving the house they had occupied for 14 days.
Still not speaking Susan flew into a rage and panic
(an act) as she did not want any more change while she
tried to decide.
Two weeks ago...
Gerard's eyes burned with rage as he listened to the
words spoken in the departing helicopter. His
curiosity had gotten the better of him and he had
installed a bug in the canvas bag that held Susan. He
knew then that her father had tricked him and gotten
her back. He thought of his client and became nervous.
Powerful people could be unpredictable. The client had
been consumed with vengeance against Susan's father.
There was no knowing how he would react if it became
known that he had her back. At that thought Gerard
couldn't help but smile. The man thought he had his
daughter back, but all he had was a female that looked
like his daughter. She was in no way the same person
who was taken from her home 18 months ago. Perhaps he
could convince the client that this was an even
greater punishment for the man, to see what his
daughter had become.
But it may not be necessary to be concerned. Gerard
had done something the night before he let Susan go.
He had her memorize a number - a phone number. Should
she ever need or want to and could find a way, she
could call him. That was all he had said. He had no
idea what her new master was like or what privileges
she would have. He also wanted to take her back if he
could, without the new owner knowing who had stolen
her. That way he would have her and the money! It was
a long shot, but it cost him nothing to plant the
seed.
Eight"one"eight"seven"three"two"nine"nine"nine"nine".
The numbers ran across her mind, over and over.
Susan woke up in a sweat. They were going to move out
tomorrow. She had been here three weeks. At first she
resisted watching television or reading newspapers or
surfing the internet. She didn't want to know what was
happening in the world. The new world that had been
constructed for her was showing a few cracks and that
caused a terrifying panic in her. What she had become
was completely incompatible with life "out here."
Way, way down deep a thought tried to rise: you have
been robbed of your true identity; remember who you
were, what was taken from you". She would scream and
rage at that point, shoving the offending words down
and out of her awareness.
Susan left the bedroom and went down the hall. She had
given no one any reason to worry about her leaving
unescorted. The clock read 3:27 am. The house was
silent. She went to the phone in the den to hide any
noise she might make. She dialed the number:
1-818-732-9999. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Was
it a real phone number her Master had given her" Had
she misunderstood" Four rings. Tears welled in her
eyes - five rings. "Hello 31." At the sound of her
Master's voice Susan cried out and instinctively sank
to her knees. "I am going to ask you some questions.
Make the noise "ooh" for YES and "ooh" for NO. Do you
understand?" "Ooh," Susan replied.
"Very good. Do you know where you are?" "Ooh." Susan
had listened to the others talk. She knew she was
about 10 minutes southwest by helicopter of where she
had been living. "I want you to leave this phone off
the hook. I can find you if you leave this phone
connected," he explained. "Are you close to me?"
"Ooh." Gerard could have gotten the information more
quickly and accurately if he allowed her to speak, but
that would undo so much of his training.
He was already having the call traced and would know
her approximate location in another five minutes.
Gerard's agent called out to him "The call is
originating about 15 miles southwest of here.
According to the maps there is a very large estate in
that location surrounded by 30,000 acres of forest and
hills. That has to be it." Gerard was familiar with
that estate. He had been invited to some social
gatherings there. How ironic.
"31?"
"Ooh."
"I'm coming for you. Go out through the patio and walk
straight back to the woods. Stop just inside the tree
line and stay down. Are you wearing clothes?"
Ashamed Susan answered softly, "Ooh."
"Take them off when you reach the woods." "Ooh."
"Hang up the phone and go now."
Susan did as she was directed, her heart beating
wildly. She was going home! She rushed out of the
house and began running full tilt to the back of the
property. It was at least a - mile to the woods. She
was in excellent shape due to her rigorous life at the
compound. Now she was crying with relief. She had
barely been able to breathe in that house with those
people.
Several years ago Gerard had been invited to do some
small game hunting in those woods. He knew of a trail
accessible by off-road jeep. He was headed there now.
He knew it was not the best move for him to go in
person, but he was just too excited to leave it to
others. His agent accompanied him just in case he
needed help. It would take about a half hour to reach
her. He pictured her already crouched naked in the
woods straining to hear a sign of her Master's
approach.
Snap, crunch, snap. Susan strained her eyes scanning
the woods behind her. As if out of a dream he was
there. Master. She yelped and ran to him. He put his
hand out indicating stop and pointed to the ground.
Susan immediately fell to the ground and crawled the
rest of the way, ignoring the scrapes to her knees and
legs. She found his feet and covered them with kisses.
Gerard reached down and put a collar around her neck,
attaching a leash. A slight tug and Susan stood and
followed as her master led her into the woods.
He had not said a word to her, but it didn't concern
her. Whatever he did was the right thing. She was a
little uneasy as she sensed he was displeased with
her, but she could not think of why. It didn't matter
of course. It was unthinkable to her to question
anything he did.
After walking for 15 minutes they found the jeep and
the agent waiting. Susan was shown the back seat and
directed to sit on the floor of the jeep, not the
seat. She was relaxed and happy for the first time
since she had been taken away. Relief flooded her and
happy tears slid from her eyes, running down her face.
They felt so good she did not try to wipe them away.
Gerard had realized after talking to Susan that her
father knew where the compound was. They would try to
get her back and perhaps storm the place to get the
other slaves as well. There was a contingency plan in
the fraternity for such an eventuality. But it was
inconvenient and expensive. The other alternative was
to eliminate the people in the house where Susan had
been held. When he set out to get Susan he sent
another team to the house.
The air conditioning system was compromised with a
lethal gas. The team went in an hour later and checked
to make sure there were no survivors.
RETURN
The jeep emerged from the woods and drove directly
into an underground garage, an automatic overhead door
sliding closed behind them, seamlessly fitting into
the concrete wall. A muscular man dressed all in black
approached the jeep and spoke quietly to Gerard. He
smiled with quiet satisfaction at the news that the
"clean up" had been accomplished effortlessly. He
jumped out of the jeep and almost as an afterthought
reached back and grasped the end of the leash attached
to Susan's neck and pulled her out of the jeep over
the side. She followed docilely, still swimming in a
joyous stupor.
When they entered the hallway off the garage Gerard
casually tossed the leash to a waiting servant and
walked the other way without a word. Susan's face and
mood fell as she watched her Master retreat quickly
away from her. A sudden tug at her neck captured her
attention as the attendant led her down the grey
concrete corridor.
They stopped in front of a steel door, and her keeper
inserted a key and opened the portal. There was only
blackness inside and Susan could not distinguish any
features beyond the opening. The attendant detached
the leash and roughly pushed her into the room and
pulled the door shut with a loud clang. Her mind raced
back to her first days as a slave - trapped in the
dark and utterly alone, confused and frightened.
As she had done at the beginning of her captivity,
Susan crawled around the room to ascertain its
features. She determined it was about 10 foot square,
with a concrete floor and some kind of synthetic walls
made of a material she could not identify. And save
for herself, it was completely empty with only the
door to interrupt the smooth, cold surfaces. She
huddled in the corner and cried, hugging herself and
rocking. Why was this happening" She thought she had
done the right thing and her Master would be proud of
her...
But in the back of her mind, her brilliant mind, a
thought persisted that she had tried to push away.
Three weeks. Why did she wait three weeks. She had the
number and very soon after her father had retrieved
her she had had the opportunity to call her Master.
Yet she had waited. She knew she had begun to be
seduced by her old life, ever so slightly. She liked
the freedom to do as she pleased: sit here, stand
there, eat this, and not eat that - all her decisions
and no one else's.
But very quickly she became afraid and panicky and all
she wanted was to see her Master and be with him and
do his bidding. She hated the ambivalence. Terrifying
thoughts rose unbidden in her mind and images of a
deeply disappointed Master who would no longer want
her because of her disloyalty. As these thoughts
pulled her this way and that, she would resort to
thinking of nothing, a skill she had developed as a
slave to cope with often endless hours of boredom. So
she had waited.
Susan awoke in the dark to the sound of the door
opening. She sat frozen in the corner. Suddenly
something was being thrown forcefully into the room
with small pieces of unknown composition pelting her
and hitting the walls and floor. This was followed
quickly by a spray of water caused by the flinging of
the contents of a pitcher. All of this took about 20
seconds to transpire and then the door was again shut
with a dreadful bang, locking her inside the room and
inside her miserable thoughts.
She realized that it had been food of some kind that
had been thrown into the room. She knew from her
training that she must eat the food and drink the
water, not leaving any behind. She began to crawl
around the room searching for every piece, every crumb
and licking up the water.
She stopped scrambling around and began systematically
licking every inch of the floor to make sure she left
nothing behind. She knew she was probably being
observed and she wanted her Master to be proud of her.
This ritual was repeated four more times over an
indeterminate period of hours, or days, she wasn't
sure; perhaps a day or two. To Susan it was an
eternity. For all she knew, this was her lot for the
rest of her life, a thought that terrified her.
She was dreaming she was in a cave. There was a light
in the distance and she began to walk toward it.
Someone was there". "Get up!" a stern voice commanded.
Susan jerked awake to find that the door to her prison
was open, light spilling in from the hallway. One of
the robed women was standing over her.
Susan stood up and the woman fastened a leash to the
collar around Susan's neck and led her out into the
hall. She was flooded with relief, and then as quickly
wary of what lay ahead for her. She was taken to a
bathhouse and washed, shampooed, shaved and cleaned
out (enema). This was encouraging! This meant she
would be servicing a man. Who else but her Master"
They continued down corridors and up stairways. Susan
knew there were many, many areas of the compound she
had never seen. She was not really sure of the scope
of the buildings and grounds.
As they progressed Susan noticed that the walls,
floors and trimmings of the hallways, staircases and
rooms became more luxurious as they went along.
Finally they stopped in front of an ornate, heavy
wooden door decorated with gold accents. The attendant
who had led her pulled on a rope to the side of the
door. A voice emerged from a hidden speaker, "Yes?" It
was her Master's voice, she was sure of it. "I have
brought bitch 31 as ordered, Sir."
"Step inside, leave the bitch and go," the voice said
flatly. The woman did as ordered and Susan found
herself standing alone in a spectacularly appointed
room, richly decorated and furnished. With no orders
to follow, she sank to the floor and assumed the rest
position and waited.
Like a god, as if out of a dream, her Master emerged
through a door on the far side of the cavernous room.
Her heart beat wildly, but she maintained her position
and kept her eyes riveted on her Master's face. He
wore a completely neutral expression as he walked
purposefully toward her. In a few moments he was
standing directly over her, clinically appraising her.
He made a barely perceptible gesture, turned and began
walking toward the door through which he had just
appeared. Susan knew the gesture and crawled after
him.
They entered an equally opulent bedroom. Her Master
stopped briefly next to the bed and removed the robe
and lounging pants he had been wearing. He pulled back
the luxurious bedding and climbed in, moving toward
the center. With linens still pulled back he looked
directly at Susan. She knew he wanted her there next
to him. She was beyond any joy she had ever known. But
she knew her Master disliked excessive displays of
emotion unless she expressed them in the manner of a
dog.
She bounded eagerly to the bed and up into it, right
to Gerard and nuzzled his arm, whining and wagging her
ass. He pulled her next to him, pulling the blankets
over both of them, almost over Susan's face as she
nestled in his arms. He wrapped both arms around her
tightly, pulling her close, her head in the nape of
his neck, his mouth just over her left ear.
"Three weeks, precious."
Susan whined and squirmed happily in response,
thrilled that he had actually missed her! Gerard
wrapped his arms around her even more tightly, making
it difficult for her to breathe and causing her bones
to compress painfully. His mouth was directly over her
ear, so close she could feel his breath tickling the
hairs on her earlobes.
"Were you restrained?" he asked quietly.
Suddenly not so sure of her situation Susan shook her
head no, as much as she was able given the hold he had
on her.
"Was your life threatened?" he asked, his voice a
little louder and deeper.
No, she indicated.
"Three weeks. I could see three days, five days. You
are very smart. If you had wanted to leave you could
have easily convinced them that you were grateful for
your "rescue" causing them to lower their guard long
enough for you to make that call. But you chose to
wait. Since you may not speak, I will never know your
precise thoughts during your time away. But it doesn't
really matter; all that matters is your actions."
His vice-like grip compressed her to the point of
causing her to sob and tears to stream down her face
from the pain. He pulled her up by her hair into a
sitting position. He looked intently at her for a few
seconds then slapped her sharply across the face, then
again the other way. Again and again hit her, a calm
resolute look on his face, staring into her eyes. She
cried out with each blow but never letting her gaze
stray from her Master's face.
"You are a faithless and disloyal slave and thus
worthless to me. I may yet devise a way for you to
redeem yourself and resume your place in my service.
Most likely you will be sold, perhaps to a Bangkok
brothel or maybe to an animal sex freak show. Neither
will fetch a big price for me, but will give me a
great deal of satisfaction."
Susan was overwhelmed with grief, pain, fear, and
above all self-loathing. She had let her former self
go with unbelievable pain and anguish and had
completely embraced her life as Gerard's absolute
slave with no reservations; or so she thought. She had
waited. She had had many opportunities to make that
call, be she had hesitated over and over. Filled with
regret Susan resigned herself to one of any number of
terrible fates.
Gerard pushed her out of his bed sending her tumbling
to the floor. He pressed an intercom on the side
table. "Come retrieve this slave and return the bitch
to her cell." The attendant appeared immediately and
conducted Susan away and back to her lightless,
hopeless prison.
Gerard had no intention of selling Susan. He smiled to
himself knowing the anguish he was putting her
through. He had actually been quite astonished that
she had chosen to return to him. But she would have to
be put through fire and hell before he would restore
her to her former position at his feet.
REDEMPTION
Susan was once again retrieved the next day and
brought to Gerard. He was eating breakfast in a
beautifully appointed sunroom. He had instructed his
servant to position her in front of him standing on a
narrow piece of wood so her feet hung off in front and
behind, with her arms extended straight out and her
breasts fitted heavy nipple clamps with weights
hanging from them. Susan accepted these tortures
passively knowing she deserved this and more.
The pain was terrible and she cried and groaned in
agony as the discomfort increased as her arms began to
throb in pain as she continued to hold them out. Her
Master looked up occasionally from his meal and looked
at her, his face impassive.
"I will give you a chance to restore yourself at my
feet. At any time you can indicate that you cannot
continue and the ordeal will end and you will be
sold." Gerard washed his hands in a bowl of scented
water held by a servant and dried his hands with a
proffered towel.
"In one hour you will be taken to the grand salon. You
will be suspended from the ceiling on your toes. Two
servants will proceed to whip you from neck to knees,
front and back for 10 straight minutes." Susan
shuddered and pictured herself in the situation her
Master had just described. She had witnessed many such
whippings. Ten minutes was the equivalent of 100
strokes of whip or cane! She had at most seen slaves
receive 40 strokes.
"You will be taken down and conducted to the south
alcove where you will serve as toilet slave for the
next four hours. You will be returned to the salon and
hung upside down and again whipped neck to knees,
front and back for 10 straight minutes," Gerard paused
and looked at her intently. "Assume the rest
position." Fresh tears flowed from her eyes as she
lowered her aching arms. Relief filled her as she took
her weight off her abused feet. He called to a servant
to remove the nipple clamps. He didn't want those
magnificent tits permanently damaged. Susan screamed
as the blood rushed back into her tortured breasts.
Gerard continued. "You will be returned to your cell
and remain isolated for 72 hours. You will receive
plain rations and piss to drink. You will then again
be brought to the salon and the punishment repeated.
This pattern will be repeated for three weeks.
Every third day you will endure the whippings, the
toilet service and the miserable rations. At any point
you may extend both hands out indicating you want the
chastisement to stop. It will be stopped at the point
and your sale arranged." Susan's breathing had become
fast and shallow. How could she do it" She would have
the power to call a halt to the torture... please
don't give me the option! She might weaken and
consider being sold preferable to further unbearable
pain. No! No! No! Gerard signaled a servant to bring
food and water to Susan.
Gerard had not desire to sell 31. He would secretly
make it easier for her to endure by giving her subtle
drugs and painkillers. But he must make it known that
he would not tolerate such treason without severe
penalty, but that he was also merciful and could
forgive. He believed that this experience would bring
Susan to the deepest possible level of utter
submissiveness and he was eager to see what that
looked like - he had never taken a slave this far.
He sat quietly looking at his pet. She looked back
resignedly, wordlessly trying to communicate her
agonizing sorrow at having betrayed him, her eyes
begging for forgiveness and mercy. The minutes passed
slowly and then it was time. Gerard rose and walked
past Susan and nodded to an attendant who came over
and leashed Susan and led her, walking behind Gerard,
to the great salon.
The whistling of the whips and the screams and cries
of their target formed a kind of macabre music. Six
minutes, seven minutes". The torturers were expert in
their craft and had been directed to inflict maximum
pain without breaking the skin or drawing blood.
Suddenly there was silence save for the trailing moans
and sobbing of the penitent slave. Susan was taken
down and led to the alcove and directed to sit on the
plastic tarp. She fell rather than sat, crumbling to
the floor, her flesh singing with heretofore unknown
levels of pain.
She was tugged up and directed to sit back on her
thighs with her head up. The attendant who had brought
her to the spot unzipped his pants and pointed his
soft dick at her mouth. She knew what to do. She
opened her mouth to receive the stream of piss, her
flesh radiating pain and heat. She actually welcomed
the warm smoky liquid as she was terribly thirsty.
This was the only form of liquid she would taste for
three weeks.
Day one, day three, day six, day nine, day twelve, day
fifteen, day eighteen. On the 21st day Susan was
brought to the great salon and sat at her Master's
feet. She wasn't sure if this was her last day of
punishment or if the last one had been it. Sara was
also there. They had not been allowed to be together
during the previous weeks, though Sara had been
present to witness the punishment. Susan fixed her
eyes rigidly on her Master's face. Gerard held his
hand out to her. She fervently kissed his hand over
and over, crying openly.
Gerard called a servant and instructed her to prepare
Susan for re-entry to his service. She was given a
thorough medical examination and given IV fluids and
soothing medications. She was massaged, washed,
shampooed, cleaned out and given a sedative. She was
installed in a soft, clean bed and swaddled in
luxurious linens and left to sleep as long as she
needed. She was thus pampered for three days, most of
the time sedated or high.
On the fourth day Susan woke up in the bed next to
Sara who watched her anxiously. The two girls embraced
each other frantically, covering the other's face with
kisses, rocking and hugging. As their excitement died
down they looked into each other's eyes and began to
kiss softly and deeply, caressing each other, kneeling
face to face, pressing their bodies closer and closer
together. Sara bent over and lightly licked Susan's
breast and captured a nipple between her lips,
flicking it inside her mouth with her tongue.
Susan gasped at the pleasurable feeling, so
contrasting to the pain and suffering she had recently
endured. The two fell to the mattress and eagerly
explored each other. Susan pressed Sara down, wanting
her to relax and be lovingly served by Susan's hands
and mouth. Susan placed butterfly kisses all over
Sara's face, then licked and kissed her neck, sucked
on her earlobes while caressing her breasts. They
kissed deeply and slowly, Susan lying on top of Sara
and encircling her head with her arms.
The two squirmed their bodies together, the sexual
sensations flooding them both. Susan began to move
down Sara's body licking and kissing as she went,
softly sucking on her companions flesh, laying down
playful hickeys everywhere. She licked a trail across
her belly and blew a soft breath over the dark patch
between her legs. She watched the goose bumps erupt
all over Sara's body. Susan gently pushed her legs
apart just a little bit, teasing her with her tongue
on her thighs, moving up higher and higher.
Gerard and several other members watched entranced at
the two beautiful slave girls, in addition to
countless internet observers. At that point Gerard
rose and went to the girls" room. Whenever he was with
them all the cameras were turned off. When he walked
in the two ceased their lovemaking and erupted in wild
enthusiastic yapping, leaping and howling. They
crawled rapidly over to Gerard wagging their asses
wildly, jumping on him, kissing his hands and feet.
He motioned them over to the mattress and turned them
with their asses facing him and very close together.
He opened his pants and released his huge throbbing
erection and plunged first into Susan, pumping her
vigorously, encouraging the girls to kiss as he did
so. He pulled out of Susan and entered Sara. Back and
forth he went. He switched to their assholes and
fucked them both alternating back and forth.
He would stop periodically and have one or the other
turn and suck his cock, then kiss each other. After a
time he felt his climax coming and had both girls turn
and face him and sprayed both of their faces, their
mouths open to catch his precious fluid.
***
A week passed with Gerard devising new and fascinating
ways to use his devoted pets. He had a peculiar desire
to watch them slavishly service the oldest or ugliest
or most unsavory men in the membership or among the
invited guests. This was especially popular with the
internet audience.
He played a game with them to entertain his
associates. He would sit on the edge of a chair with
his hard cock exposed. A colleague would hold the end
of a leash attached to a choke collar around Susan or
Sara's neck (he gave them both a turn). The girl would
be placed some distance away and was expected to crawl
to him with her tongue outstretched with the goal of
placing at least one good lick on the head of his
cock. As the girl strained forward, the handler would
hold fast forcing the girl to nearly strangle herself
to reach the prize.
The girl who reached him quickest (they were timed)
won a prize - usually licking a delicious drug-laden
chocolate treat melted off of the asshole of one of
the spectators, or Gerard himself. Many such games and
contests he invented to slake the bottomless thirst of
their fans, and himself.
One day Gerard brought the girls a surprise. He gave
them each one of his prize young German shepherds as a
pet. They were instructed to be deferential to the
male dogs as they were of higher rank than the slaves.
The girls obediently tended their doggie brothers, not
knowing the future relationship that was planned for
them.
THE END (maybe)
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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