Her Trainer paced back and forth before the class of kneeling slaves.

"You are slaves! Remember that! Never forget it! You are here to serve and you will serve perfectly! You're wishes and desires do not matter in the slightest. Your only function is please your Master. You are sluts, available to everyone and anyone. You have no right to refuse. You are cunts, and you will serve as cunts. You are slaves! You!" He was pointing the whip he carried at Marion. "What are you?"

"A slave, sir!" Marion spoke out clearly but respectfully.

"And what else are you?"

"A..A slut, sir!"

"And what else?"

"A c...c..cunt, sir."

"I don't think all of us heard that. Louder, slave! What are you?"

"I am a cunt, sir!" Marion felt herself flush as she proclaimed it.

"And don't you forget it!"

She remembered the ceremony each morning as the slaves were roused from their 'kennels' in the basement and knelt to recite the 'Slaves' Code', a copy of which hung on the wall of each kennel.

The Code was Marion's Holy Book, her reason for being. She knew the words were true the moment she first saw them and she tried to live up to them. She felt that each recitation burnt away a little more of the lies and stupidity of her old life and made her a little more of a perfect slave: a slave who might be worthy of serving her Master in Person.

Men are the Masters and Women the Slaves. It is right that they should own us.

Men are my Masters and I exist only to serve them.

I have no desires, no will, and no wishes but to serve Men, my Masters and Owners.

Men Command and Women Obey.

To Serve and give Pleasure is my only Joy.

I am Submissive, Obedient and Pleasing.

I am a Woman. I am a Slave.

She remembered kneeling by another slave, a redhead called Judy, who had the kennel next to hers. They scrubbed the floors of the slave quarters side by side while a guard stood over them with a whip. Each morning they would comb and braid each others hair after the morning communal shower.

One day her Trainer noticed them together and used them that day as an example ordering them to make love to each other in front of a class of fifteen other slaves.

Once it had been made an order it was never the same again.

"Remember, slaves," he had told them, "You are not here for your own pleasure."

Suspended by her wrists from a ring on the ceiling, she felt the whip as her Trainer punished her for inattention.

Afterwards kneeling to kiss his feet in gratitude.

The taste of her Trainer's cock in her mouth.

The memory of Judy's pussy juices, the feel of her nipples hardening under Marion's tongue.

Her memories went back no further than the moment when, bound to the altar and with her Master vigorously fucking her, the brand had touched her thigh and marked her as a slave forever. She had found that all the slaves here at the 'College' had no memory of their previous lives. She knew that her name was Marion because her Master had told her, but other than that she had left her old life behind her.

But none of that mattered at all. The touch of the brand had burned into her mind a set of beliefs and desires that now dominated all she did. She had longed to be permitted to serve her Master but he had handed her over to Jericho. The Negro Trainer had been ruthless about seeing that she learned everything that the Master wanted his slaves to know. She had worked an eighteen-hour day, learning how to serve, how to dance, how to make herself beautiful. And most of all she had been trained in the arts of pleasing men with her body. She had learned how to use mouth and hands as well as her cunt and arse to please men. Every day she had been given to one of the guards or to a visitor when she was not being used by Jericho himself. And if there was any complaint against her, the Trainer would raise welts on her back and arse.

She remembered her lessons in dancing. The hours spent in practice. And how good it had felt when the teacher, another slave, decided she was ready to be shown to men. Dancing before her Trainer and his friends, the beat of the music and the heat she could feel between her legs as their hot eyes watched her.

Afterwards, her Trainer came over to her. "Not bad. Send her to my room tonight."

Her world was limited to the Mansion. She knew without knowing how she knew that there was a world out there in which women were not slaves but she did not think about it much. She knew that they could not be happy the way she and the other slaves were happy and she rejoiced every day that she was one of the lucky ones who had been made a slave. She had knelt watching her Master perform the binding ritual that made a slave of one of the women from the Outside. That had been as close as she had got to her Master until tonight. She had watched how her Master had made the lucky new slave even more beautiful than she was before with his magic. She knew that she was the luckiest slave in the world to belong to such a powerful wizard! And now she was to be allowed the honour of serving her Master personally! She felt giddy with lust and excitement at the mere thought! As she knelt behind her Trainer she forced herself to be calm by deep breathing and thinking about the Code.

Jericho smiled to himself as he looked down on the woman kneeling by him. He loved his work and every day brought new pleasures. When he had met Thergo in New York Jericho had been just a Black street hustler: pushing drugs and pimping had been the limit of his achievements. But Thergo had seen in him the potential to become not only a great Slave Trainer but also his apprentice in the Art of Magic. Now thanks to Thergo, he had more power and more wealth than he had dreamed possible. And best of all he had the chance to break and train to slavery women of all kinds, and from all nations. Even with his strength and sexual potency magically enhanced he was hard pushed to take advantage of the flood of women who passed through the College on their way to the secret slave markets that flourished not only in the Third World but right here in good old democratic America! Thanks to Thergo Jericho was becoming an Artist: an Artist whose raw material was the bodies and minds of women!

The double doors leading into the main dining room opened and Jericho tugged once at Marion's leash. At the signal she dropped to all fours and began to crawl along beside him. As she moved across the marble floor she felt her excitement begin to build. The chains that ran between the bands locked onto her wrists and ankles, the tinkle of the bells that hung from the bands, the feel of the silk brushing against her nipples and above all the knowledge that she was about to serve her Master, made her breath quicken and a hot flush of excitement spread across her whole body.

A second signal at her leash brought her to a halt and Marion knelt up, her knees spread wide and her hands resting palm uppermost on her thighs. (She could hear her Teacher lecturing her: "This position shows submission and readiness for use.") She kept her eyes down but she could see that her Master and his guest were seated side by side in large mahogany chairs. They were dressed in formal suits and slaves in 'French maid' outfits were serving them after-dinner brandy and cigars. Then Jericho removed her leash and muttered: "Obeisance, slave." She crawled forward and, tremblingly and lovingly, kissed her Master's feet. She knelt back up before him and waited. His hand cupped her chin and lifted her face to look into his.

"Master!", Marion breathed the word. She had dreamed of the chance to be near him, to touch him and serve him. She hoped he would be pleased with her. He had so many beautiful and talented slaves to serve him. He was so magnificent, so powerful and dominant. She was only a lowly worm who was honoured by his touch. His face looked down into hers, stern but kindly.

"You look very lovely, slave."

"Thank you, Master."

"Have you been attentive to your Trainer? Are you ready to be displayed? I hope you will not embarrass me before my guest."

"It is for you to judge me, Master. I am only a slave. It is not my place to say."

"Dance for us, little Marion. Show us yourself."

"Master, I obey."

Her eyes still fixed on her Master, Marion rose to her feet and took her position in the centre of the room. Jericho signalled to one of the 'maids' who touched a set of light switches by the door. The lights dimmed and spotlights came up on Marion. From a sound system came the wailing of Eastern music.

Marion waited as the beat of the music established itself. Before her she could only see the glow of their cigars to locate her Master and his guest. To the rhythm of the music Marion began to slowly gyrate her hips, stretching her torso and displaying her breasts as they moved beneath the diaphanous red silk. She felt her nipples harden as the intense gaze of the men fell on her. Slowly at first she began to pace before the watchers, strutting sensuously. Her steps were limited by the chains on her ankles and her gestures by the chains between her wrists, but as she had been taught she used her confinement as part of her dance, dancing the emotions of a chained slavegirl. 'See me,' she was saying to the hot, piercing eyes in the darkness, 'Am I not beautiful? Free me, Master! Let me serve you!'

She moved up to the seated men, first to her Master and then to his guest, a man in his early thirties, muscular and fit with a calculating, cruel look in his stern blue eyes. To each of the men in turn she danced, swaying up them and tempting them by brushing against them with her hips and breasts. The dancing bells attached to her anklets and wristbands tinkled fiercely as she danced away moving faster with the beat of the music. Faster and faster she whirled, beseeching her Master with each turn to free her and use her. As the music ended she slid to her knees at her Master's feet, her head bowed and a faint sheen of sweat covering her body.

She looked up as her Master burst into applause. But it was not for her. Jericho her Trainer was bowing modestly.

"Excellent, my dear Jericho! She has come along splendidly! Don't you agree my dear Charles?"

"Excellent so far, Mr Thergo. I wouldn't have believed it possible. But there is one last test to perform."

"Yes indeed. Jericho, remove her chains and then leave us."

As he unlocked the chains from around her wrists and ankles, Jericho whispered in her ear: "Don't let me down little slut!"

Marion kept her head down as he left and waited for the next command. Her Master spoke: "Remove your silk and assume display position, Marion."

Fluidly, Marion rose and drew her silk tunic over her head. She then stood with her hands clasped behind her neck, with her elbows back to hold her breasts forward. Her right knee was lifted slightly and turned outwards so that her sex was properly presented to be touched and examined if the Master wished.

Thergo turned to his guest: "Well, what do you think?"

The younger man extinguished his cigar and came over to stand close to Marion. She kept her eyes straight ahead as she felt his breath, warm and scented with brandy and smoke on her cheek. He walked around her once completely and then ran his right hand down from her cheek, across her breast, tickling the already erect nipple as he did so and down to cup her pussy.

Marion felt her breath quicken at his touch. But obedient to her training she kept her eyes straight ahead. A slave is not permitted to look a man in the face without express permission.

Thergo spoke again: "I have not had her shaved or depilated. I did not know your taste in such matters."

The guest spoke: "No that's fine." He turned to Marion: "You are a lovely little morsel."

When Marion said nothing, Thergo snapped : "A master has deigned to address you slave. Answer him!"

Marion decided that it was best to repeat one of the ritual phrases she had been taught during training: "I am happy that you have found me pleasing, Sir. How may I serve you further?"

The man smiled. "Have you been taught how to suck cock, slave-girl?" Marion nodded. "Then show me what you have learned."

Dropping to her knees, Marion unzipped the man's flies and reached inside. She gasped as she saw the length of the circumsised penis. The sight made her insides liquify and with a kind of awe she followed her Trainer's instructions that he had delighted in giving her in his own quarters and using his own cock as a 'teaching tool'.

Her hands went round the cock and she lifted the glans to her lips. Her tongue first moistened the whole length of his cock and she licked around his balls before she returned to the tip of the already-hardening cock and took it into her mouth.

At first Marion concentrated on the man before her. But she soon became aware of that her Master was doffing his clothes and handing them to one of the waiting maids. Another was helping the guest remove his clothes as his cock swelled and grew hard under Marion's oral ministrations.

Silently her Master knelt behind her and began to play with her breasts. She felt her breath become deeper and shorter as her excitement increased. Then she became aware that he was feeling and kneading her arse and slipping down his fingers to the crack of her cunt. She became aware that she was getting wetter and wetter and she began to moan around the swollen dick in her mouth.

At a word from her Master the guest lay down on the marble floor, his prick standing rampant and proud. "Slave, ride that cock!" snarled her Master and swiftly she knelt astride it and lowered her cunt down over it groaning softly as it filled her and stretched her.

Her master came and stood beside her and she reached out and began to lift his already semi-erect cock. He suddenly held her back as she tried to bring it to her mouth.

"Master? Have I done something wrong?"

"Show my guest how well you can beg, little slave."

Understanding instantly that he wished to show her complete submission to him Marion began at once: ""Please, Master, may I have the honour of sucking your magnificent cock? May I show you how much I love to serve you?"

Thergo grinned down at his companion and then nodded graciously. With a hunger made worse by the momentary denial Marion took the circumcised prick into her mouth and moaned in ecstasy at the sensation of being filled at both ends. Impaled and sucking on her beloved Master's cock she built to a soul-shattering climax compounded of pleasure and submission.

The two men stood and looked down at the shattered slave who lay at their feet. Marion was licking the cum from her lips and her eyes were glazed with the aftermath of her orgasm.

Thergo turned to the younger man: "Well?"

"She is all you promised. Maid, my jacket!" He retrieved from the garment a sealed envelope. "Here is a banker's draft for the final sum."

After inspecting the contents Thergo smiled: "Then there remains one last thing to do. Kneel up slave!" As Marion did so, Thergo placed his hands on her head and muttered something under his breath. Her eyes closed and she seemed almost to stop breathing.

"She is ready now. Touch her brand and say the trigger word: Chedara. And if you will allow me to suggest, let your first command be: Marion remember."

Licking his lips nervously, Harry Charles crouched by the still slavegirl. He had paid a lot for his revenge. He was not such a fool as not to realise that Thergo would use his contract as a means of further leverage in the business world. He had heard of Thergo from an associate who already had done several 'favours' for the man who provided as many beautiful and willing women as a man could afford. But for now he felt it was worth it to have this woman of all women as his personal property.

He touched the brand and muttered the magic word. Marion's eyes opened and for a moment she could not remember where she was. Then she saw her Master rising to his feet. And she realised that her devotion had shifted to Thergo's guest, now she was his property and not the magician's. A wave of awe and submission washed over her and she knelt to kiss his feet.

As her lips touched his flesh, she heard him speak the words: "Marion, remember." And she did! She remembered her whole life. She remembered how she had lived in the outside world. She had been a wicked person! She had gone on television and told the most awful lies! She had encouraged women to disobey men, their Masters! And worst of all she had used her position to humiliate her Master! She had caused him to look foolish. And just because he had tried to get an ungrateful slut of a secretary to serve him sexually! She was wicked, wicked!

"Oh Master, forgive me! Forgive me! Do not punish me, please Master! I was wicked! I didn't know what I was doing! Please forgive me!"

Pleased Harry pulled her to her feet by her hair. "We'll see about that. First you can show how repentant you are and then maybe I'll let you put things right. Maybe!"

As the blubbering slave thanked her new Master and grovelled before him, Thergo leaned back in his chair and watched the scene benignly, sipping the last of his brandy. A maid came up and curtsied.

"Master, I'm sorry to disturb you. But there is a phone call on the private line from the deputy manager in New York. He insists on speaking to you."

"The deputy manager? Why can't Watson deal with it?"

"I don't know Master. But he says it's very urgent."

"Very well. I'll take the call. Escort my guest and his new possession up to his room and clear up in here."

Wrapping a silk dressing gown about him, Thergo strode into a nearby study and picked up the phone.

"Yes."

"Chairman, this is Tom Barnes in New York. I'm afraid we have a slight security situation here."

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