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SABRINAR [ part 2 ] The man looked down at Sabrina and said "What you have on for now is OK, but in the future I will dress, undress, bathe and feed you by my own hand. Is that clear? "Yes father" Sabrina replied without raising her head. He reached down and lifting her chin up looked deeply into her eyes and instructed. "I will provide for your schooling as far as your intelligence will take you. And in return the exclusive use of your body will be mine. Unless I instruct you otherwise you will act and behave at all times as I will instruct you in the life of a female slave. If, and I do mean if I take you out among people who do not think as I do, that young females should be kept literally and figuratively on a short leash, I will instruct you how to behave. In return when I am gone whatever I have will be yours. Do you agree to these terms?" "Yes Father" "Then come kneel by my side and your new life will begin" That is how it started a month and a half ago. There were a few very rough spots she had to overcome in the beginning. He was not really a cruel master, but even the slightest infraction of his very strict rules brought painful punishments. Never did any mark he put on her body last, but her first flogging totally terrified her. She thought it would never end and his strokes as he rotated his flogger over her entire body has she hung by her wrists from that iron chandelier sought out every inch of her tender young skin. The first night her took swabs of her juices from every orifice and three vials of her blood. When she balked at his attempt to put a needle into her arm, he flung her over his knee and delivered a dozen stinging blows to her backside. Dumping her on the floor he cuffed her hands over her head to the chandelier. A remote control removed from his pocket first lowering it down and then lifted her struggling body upward after he attached her wrist to cuffs in its frame. That she struggled against him seemed to amuse him. Then without a word, he turned and walked out of the room. The lights went out and she did not know how long she hung in total darkness. Her wrists then her arms went numb. The pain in her shoulders beyond bearable as her toes just brushed the thickly carpeted floor. She must have dozed of finally anyway as she was brought back to consciousness' when he slapped her face. "It looks as if our arrangement is not working out. As I do like punishing little girls, I may just keep you as a fuck toy. But in a small iron cage in my basement with the rest of my collectables" "Please Daddy, I saw many girls addicted to drugs by their suposed boyfriends who then turned them into prostitutes. Most did not last a year on the street. I was terrified you were going to inject me with a drug to get me addicted" She pleaded. He softly replied in words that terrified her none the less. "I am a well respected plastic surgeon little one. Actually the newly appointed Chief surgeon of this areas local hospital. I had to leave my last job because of problems not related to my work and they made me a hansom offer I simply could not refuse. There are many ways to get a reluctant subject to ingest drugs. I have found ice cream works best on starveling little street rat girls" "But this needle is empty as extracting some of your blood for a workup is what I am after" He went calmly on. "Before I use and abuse a little girl's body, I want to make sure nothing has been left by my predecessors" He then walked back to a traditional black doctor's bag and returning opened a smaller case in front of her. "This is morphine, this is PCP, this is heroin, and this is a cocktail an associate was hooked on" He said indicating various one shot needles inside it. "If I had discovered you were a drug user when you ran out of that alley and right into the side of my BMW, I would have dumped you back into that alley you had run out of. But I checked every inch of your body in my new surgery for any indication of needle tracks" He returned it to his case and returned with three empty needles in one hand and a long thick baton like object in the other, holding them up to her tear streaked face. "Here are the empty extraction needles and here is a supercharged police issue cattle prod. Do we do this the hard way or the easy way?" "Please master, the easy way" Sabrinar pleaded. He smiled a toothless smile, and touched the rod to her left nipple she screamed and screamed as he went on to touch her right nipple both underarms and the soles of her feet and more tender places on her helpless young thrashing body, until she passed out from the pain. She awake again in that bed, but this time her limbs were stretched out by leather cuffs and long chromed chains attached to the four posts holding up the canopy fare above. Pain still called to her from wherever the cattle prod had touched her and now both her shoulders and hips were sending her brain messages that much more of a stretch just might dislocate them. "I am a doctor specializing in plastic surgery, especially on little girls" His voice came to her out of the darkness. "I assure you I know just how far to stretch a little girl's body to maximize her pain without inflicting any permanent damage. Actually the manufacturer of these "Little Princess" combination bedroom torture chambers consulted my father on the limits that a little girl's body could be stretched too. Sabrinar herd a soft whirring of electric motors in the silence and moaned as the four posts rotated a fraction of an inch outward, stretching her little female body ever so slightly outward in four directions at once. "The soft moans escaping from the dry mouths of little girls in torment under my hand is music to my ears" She heard him say before she fainted away again. Sabrinar woke up in hard metal chains in total darkness. She reached out to the limit of her shackles to find herself in a small cage composed of flat metal bars riveted together. Short dull spikes were the heads of the rivets on the inside. Movement or even sitting still brought them into contact with her thin nude body. This must be the fuck toy cage in his basement collector's room she surmised. Eventually after her stomach had growled for a long time, she finally had to just pee on herself as the pressure on her bladder was very painful. Then the harsh bare bulbs were turned on and a very solid door creaked open. He walked in dressed in a dark blue bath robe. "Well, getting accustomed to your new surroundings?" He inquired. "Yes master" She softly replied. "You will be very glad to learn all the tests came back negative Sabrina. The previous users of your body have not left any nasty diseases for the next user to acquire" "Please take your pleasure with my body then" She quietly replied. To her surprise he just turned and walked out, turning off the light as he left. Her stomach had descended into a constant pain and her mouth into a dry desert. She had not needed to peed in quite a while and drifted in and out of consciousness more often than not. Then she saw through blurry eyes the light had returned. A loud click heralded the unlocking of her cage and he reached in and dragged her exhausted body out. She felt herself lifted up and gently lay her over a well muscled shoulder. With her head hanging limply down his back he carried her up the two flights of stairs to the main floor of the renovated warehouse he called home. Across the expansive main floor through his new private consulting and examining rooms. Next he entered his private living quarters and into the hidden doorway inside the walk in closet of his master bedroom. He unlocked the door to the Princess room and carried her inside. Striping off the metal shackles confining her semi conscious body lying on the bed he then carried her into the bathroom and hung her by her wrists from the ceiling inside the corner glass walled shower stall. He stood back and examined her thin little half starved body hanging at his mercy in the prison he had created to keep her in. It would take weeks of careful care before she was fit for display to his like minded associates. Years of living on the streets in a disinterested LA would have to be repaired first. Proper food mixed in with antibiotics and natural vitamins were what she needed first. A healthy body was a must for the stringent regime he had planned for her future. Why had he promised her that she would be educated to the limit of her intelligence? He knew that was the standard agreement between kept and keeper, but she would have to be allowed to walk unbound out of his home one day to school and he was already not sure he could take loosing her again. His wife's death from an overdose of that drug cocktail she had been addicted to after her car accident had totally devastated him. He had sold his lucrative LA practice and moved to Malibu in a cabana near the beach. One day he had been attracted to a commotion when two nude little girls had washed up on shore in a rubber raft. The locals new he was a doctor as he had expertly tended to their bruises and abrasions at no charge, in return for being otherwise left alone. He had done a quick triage on them as they were waiting for the all wheel drive beach ambulance to arrive. Weeks later both of their parents had invited him for dinner and a female dinner guest deliberately engaging him in after dinner conversation. Apparently they knew all about him, and had offered to assist him to relocate to a quiet little town in the foothills above LA. He had accepted their offer and was on his last trip up from his cabana when she had run out of that alley into the side of his BMW. And the fact this little creature looked exactly like her when they had first met twenty five years ago in grade school was already affecting his ability to deal with her as his property. He turned on the shower removing the separate hand wand and began washing down his little girl. When she had still offered the use of her body even though at the time she thought it meant being kept bound in metal chains in that punishment cage, instead of that Little Princess bedroom. He had decided right there and then he knew he had to keep her. Something that would ruin his carrer and earn him a long prison sentence anywhere else. But owning a little pet girl appeared to a relatively normal occurrence in his new home. He picked up an expensive Chenille scented soap, only the best for his little girl he thought. He was gently soaping up her entire body when her soft voice sleepily said. "I love you daddy" "I love my little princess" He replied slipping his thumb into her tight slit, his forefinger gently massaging her throbbing cloris. "That makes me feel soooooo good" She sighed. After washing her down he picked out a very expensive shampoo and gently washed her haired down carefully avoiding pulling her hair as it was full of knots and split ends. Then he wrapped his arm around her thin waist and lifted her shackled wrists off the ceiling hook. Next he carried her to the centre of the room, placing her feet gently down on a low table. He lowered her hands in front of her. Then he picked out a professional hairdresser's dryer and began fluff drying her hair. When satisfied with its dryness he put the hot hair dryer back in a drawer and returned with a pair of hairdresser scissors and two combs. Next her trimmed her bangs carefully just above her large brown eyes, and then carefully brushing her hair all the way down to her pert ass her cut it a full inch shorter to remove the split ends. He then brushed her hair a hundred strokes. All this time Sabrinar stood perfectly still. And when her stomach growled he stopped fussing over her. "Time to earn a little food" He said stepping back and unzipping his pants. Sabrinar stepped down from the little rotating pedestal and knelt down before her master, reached up with her handcuffed hands and slipped his swelling cock out his pants and into her mouth. She was inexperienced at performing felletto, but still managed to bring him off eventually. She then stood up swallowing his cum and returned to her position on the little pedestal. He then returned his limp maleness to his pants and walked out of the bathroom without a word of praise or condemnation. She just stood there wondering if she had pleased or displeased him with her actions. Sometime later he walked back in with a dog collar and attached lead chain in his hands, walking up and holding it out to her. Without a seconds thought she reached out, took it out of his hands and buckled it around her neck with the chain hanging down between her budding breasts to her slit. He then reached down, unlocked one hand from the cuffs and she moved then behind her back where he reattached it. Then he reached down picked up her lead chain and without a word led her out into her bedroom. The small table had been set for a roast beef dinner and he led her over beside the single chair where he sat and she knelt down beside him, head back mouth open. He then proceeded to share his dinner with her equally. One mouthful for him self and the next put into hers, even whipping her mouth occasionally when required. After feeding her the majority of the ice cream and cake he pulled her up by her neck chain. "You have been through much in the last few days little one and I am very proud of how you have performed. Tonight you will be stretched out in your new bed again and tomorrow we will begin again your training" That was a month and a half ago, maybe. Sabrinar had no idea what day or even what month it was actually. She had never been out of that room since she had spent that night in the iron cage. He had done everything for her and now unless he specifically instructed her she would not do anything on her own. That she might someday go out was indicated by the times he actually sat her down at the table and instructed her on the proper way to use her utensils at a dinner table. How to conduct a respectful conversation with an adult, and even how to keep in her proper place a step just behind and beside him as he walked or stood. Then came the day she had been trained for. It had had started as many others. He had left her spread eagle in her bed, a large pillow under the small of her back lifting her hips up. She knew he was going to use her vagina every time he slipped that pillow under her before stretching her out. Sometime he preceded it by a light flogging or an over the knee spanking and occasionally he had inserted vibrators up both her vaginal and anal passages held in by a strap running up between the cheeks of her ass to a belt running around her hips until she had almost gone insane from the endless orgasms. Sometimes if he thought she was not performing up to his expectations he used the cattle prod. But not as long or in her sex as he had that first time. She always made sure she never made that mistake again though. Subsequently her oral and vaginal skills had improved to the point she could get him off no matter how tired he was from a long day in his surgery. But today after bathing and drying her, led her back into the main room. He dressed her very carefully in white underwear, long thigh high frill trimmed lace stockings under white leather saddle shoes. Next came a brand new ankle length frilly white dress with pink ribbons. All this had happened before. He had dressed her in clothes both little girl and rubber or leather randomly every day. But today after he was done, he cuffed her hands behind her, picked up the end of her leash and to her surprise led her out of her room. She found herself inside a walk in closet exiting her room from between a row of men's suits hanging on a horizontal metal pipe. He turned to the right and led her out of the closet into an opulent men's bed room. She was really surprised when he kept walking out the bedroom into a very expensively furnished living room. What really raised her eyes wide were the dozen or more adult men and women in the room, each with a little girl on a chain. Some were sitting deep in conversation with a little girl kneeling at their knees. Some were conversing standing drinks in their hand with little girls standing just behind and beside them, head down. A few walked by, their little girls carefully keeping their place just behind and beside. Two men were examining a little girl on her hands and knees on a solid side table, her long dress pulled up over her backside. One man had his hands inside her spread legs the other was examining her mouth. The man examining her mouth had a girl of his own standing just behind and beside him. Nearly every little girl had a very frilly colorful dress with matching lace socks and paten leather shoes. The entire united nations were present in the race and skin color of the pets, though long haired blonds predominated. Her master was greeted by a few as he walked in and he approached the two examining the girl on the table. "You gynecologists just cannot resist feeling up a little girl, can you?" He inquired. "No George, we are just exchanging medical examinations, as Tom here is a Dentist. Mine has been complaining of a toothache lately" The man examining the girl's vaginal opening replied. "I see you finally brought yours to a meeting. He replied. We were concerned you were stringing us along with all that chatter of her not being ready for polite society yet line" He the looked down at Sabrinar as she stood head down in her proper place, one step behind and beside her master, ready to do whatever was required of her to please her master. ." She is a perfectly proportioned sweet looking little pet, certainly one worth training to serve" A new male voice stated. "Have you completed the workup on Pieper" He inquired. "Yes Ted" Her owner replied. The x-ray indicates her back is strong enough, but do you really want your five foot tall sixteen year old to sport a pair of forty plus tits?" "Yes I do George. You know I'm a big tit lover. And can you make her nipples and oriole proportional?" He went on anyway. "No problem Ted. Her owner replied and startled Sabrinar with. "It is something I have done very often, and may on my own pet some day" Sabrinar saw the big tit loving man walk off with an already well developed African descent little girl scooting along behind. Her face was beaming in a very happy smile. A tall redheaded female in a light gray business suit walked up to were the three men were standing. Sabrinar her eyes properly downward saw she was wearing very high stiletto boots that disappeared upwards under her severely cut suit's skirt. And observed little girl's lower half dressed in a Red Riding Hood outfit was in her proper place one step behind and beside her. "I expect your new pet in my fall semester class George" Her lilting voice had a firm tone of authority as it came to Sabrina's ears, somehow she knew this female would play a significant part in her future. Past and Future Plans; "What she did not and never would know was that everything that had happened to chase her down that alley and run head long in to his deliberately accident diverted BMW had been arranged by the association she was part of. Mistress Vicki had stage managed it all after they had invited George to move to Ropeville as a method of assuring he would stay. Her memories before that night were totally artificial and she had been picked out of the Ropeville orphanage because she looked very much as his dead wife at the same age"
School Days "Certainly Mistress Vicki, I am sure your very strict class for disobedient little wayward girls in the middle school is just what she needs" Her owner offhandedly replied. As if they were talking about a pet animals training. Which was a very true evaluation of their status in the community. "Is that one of the new outfits from our special coterie" The Dentist inquired. "It certainly is. The lilting voice replied. "I understand that the teacher who is temporarily replacing me has purchased one for his pet. I was hoping he would be here this afternoon in order that we might exchange notes on our class's progress" "I do not think you have his best interest's at heart Vicki dear" Another female with a little Philipino girl in tow observed as she walked up to the group. "Now Mary dear you must not frighten the boys so" Mistress Vicki smiled as the two walked off, their pets in strict attendance. "If that Mr. Purple is as smart as I have heard he is. The last thing he wants is to be within striking distance of that one" Sabrinar's owner quietly said under his breath. "Which is probably sniper range" Tom whispered back. Just then a male's voice was heard calling the meeting to order and Sabrinar followed her master to rows of comfortable fold up chairs set up in the cleared centre of his living room. He chose one on the end of the second row and Sabrinar knelt in her place just behind and beside as she saw every other little girl do. Carefully fluffing out her dress in front of her, in order that she did not crease it by kneeling on it. {The first and only time she had, it had taken three days before she could stand anything touching her reddened pert ass cheeks, after he flung her over his lap and paddelled her behind with his strong surgions hand } "Welcome to the monthly meeting of the Ropeville "Strict Rearing of Young Females Association" He stated. "What a surprise" Sabrinar wryly thought to herself. |