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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for
adults in locations in which it is legal. If it is illegal in
your location, DO NOT read. This is a copyrighted work.
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Copyright 2000 by E. Z. Riter.
E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com
Please! Give me your comments!
Dear Reader, This is a story about sex slaves - true sex slaves.
CAUTION: SLAVERY, HEAVY BDSM, NON CONSENSUAL, RAPE, VIOLENCE,
REAL BAD STUFF
If you don't like those things, please read something else.
Thanks to Sara and Rex for all their help on this one. E.Z.
SLAVES
The Capture of Elise
She regained consciousness to the sound of the truck's air brakes
hissing. The chain pinching her narrow waist locked behind her.
Attached cuffs held her hands against her belly. Her ankles were
crossed and chained. A third chain drew her into a ball.
Reinforced adhesive bandages covered her eyes and mouth. The air
was rank, a combination of sweat, exhaust fumes and perfumes.
(What happened? Think, Elise! Think! We left the tournament.
The girls were excited because they'd placed second. We were on
the freeway when a tire blew out. The bus swerved and slowed to
a stop. The driver got out to check the tires. We started
getting sleepy. Then - nothing.)
She heard muffled moans and the road noise of the truck.
(Oh, my god, we've been kidnapped! Okay, Elise. Calm down.
What should I do? Yes! Cooperate! Don't give them a reason to
kill you. Wait for rescue. That's it. Cooperate and stay alive.
At all costs, stay alive!)
She bounced against the wood floor of the truck as it slowed and
turned.
(Who would do this? Miss Howard's fiancé? He's rich and
powerful. Did he know she was having an affair with the football
coach? But why all of us? Why?)
Her sweat flowed in the heat of the sealed truck. She fought the
wooziness, the nausea. The truck stopped and a door opened.
(Remember, Elise, cooperate! Stay alive at all costs. Do
whatever they ask, but stay alive!)
"All right. Let's get them unloaded," a harsh female voice said.
"There are nineteen," a male voice replied.
"Nineteen? The order was for seventeen. What happened?" the
woman said.
"Two unexpected passengers. We didn't want to leave them, so we
took them all."
"Which ones are the extras?"
A hand in Elise's hair yanked her face upward.
"This one," the male said. "Probably a mother. And that one
there." Her head hit the floor with a thud.
"Oh, what a precious child, " the woman said. Elise heard tape
being ripped off skin.
"Please don't hurt me."
(That's Lana! My baby! Leave her alone. She's only thirteen.
Goddamn you, leave her alone!)
"I'll hurt you if I want to . . . and I want to. You'll learn
to like what I do to you. You'll learn to enjoy the pain," the
woman hissed. Her voice was evil, so cloying and cruel.
"Please don't," Lana whined in a pathetic sob.
(What kind of beast is that woman? What are you doing to my
baby? Don't cry, Lana. Don't cry. I'm here, baby. Momma's
here!)
Elise struggled against her bondage, her muscles tight, but she
couldn't move.
"Doctor!" It was a different voice, a cold, commanding, male
voice.
"Yes, Master," the woman replied.
(She called him Master. Who could be master of that devil woman?
Oh, God, what's happening?)
"Have you identified the ones we've sold?" the male said.
(Sold? Someone's been sold? No. I didn't hear that. Not
slavers! Not in this day and age! Not in California! I can't be
living this. It's a nightmare.)
"Yes, Master. All of them. There are two unexpected arrivals.
This child and an older one."
"Set them aside. I'll decide what to do with them. Separate the
sold ones and let's start processing the keepers. We've got a
lot of work to do."
Hands lifted her like a sack of sand. She smelled the pungent
odor of the man who carried her and felt the wetness of his
sweat-soaked shirt against her cheek. He grunted from her weight
as he stepped off the truck, walked several paces and set her on
the ground. A hand in her hair lifted her to a sitting position.
The tape was ripped from her eyes. The man holding her hair said
nothing. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she was staring
into a cold, craggy face with ice blue eyes. She shivered.
(He's merciless. Merciless! Oh, God, he'll kill me! Don't
panic, Elise. Cooperate. At all costs, cooperate. For Lana.
For Lily. For yourself. Please, God, I don't want to die!)
"I'll ask questions. You'll speak only to answer them. Say
anything else and you'll be punished. Do you understand?"
She nodded. He ripped away the tape over her mouth.
"Please don't hurt me," escaped her. Anger flashed in his eyes.
With his left hand behind her head, he sealed her mouth and nose
with his right.
(No. Please. I meant no harm.)
She felt fire in her lungs. Involuntarily, she struggled,
twisting against the chains and his hands holding her head. Her
bladder gave, the warm pee soaking her skirt. Her world began to
darken.
(I'm going to die!)
When he released her, the fire in her lungs intensified as she
gulped air.
"Next time be obedient," he said.
He unlocked the chain holding her in a ball. Without waiting for
her aching muscles to respond, he forced her to lie flat. He
tucked her skirt into the chain around her waist and pulled her
panties down to her ankles. His hands were on her, testing,
probing. He rolled her face down. His hands dug into the cheeks
of her ass, traced the curve of her thighs. Strong hands.
Demanding hands.
(How dare you! Someone will see me. My body's mine. Go away, you
bastard, leave me alone!)
He rolled her on her back again. He pulled at the tuft of her
dark bush. Effortlessly, he jerked her into a kneeling position
and hunkered opposite her. She tried to close her knees, to be
ladylike.
"Never take your eyes from mine. Spread your knees widely," he
said very softly. She did as he instructed. A finger touched
her knee and slowly traced its way upward.
(Oh, God, don't let me react to him. Go away. Please! Go away.
Don't touch me there. Think of something else, Elise. Don't
think about what's happening.) She looked at him, but she saw
sights a thousand miles away.
"You act like you're enjoying a strange man playing with your
pussy in public. Do you do it often? Oh. Cat got your tongue?
Well, I'll help you get it back. But your dignity? I own that
now. You'll have to earn it. Do you want me to make you cum?"
(He's toying with me. The bastard! The goddamned bastard! He's
humiliating me and laughing at me while he does it. I can't
react to him. I can't!)
He caressed her lower lips, tugged at her bush. Stroking.
Gently. She quivered and her hips moved. Her eyes focused on
him now. She saw his pleasure at her reactions. The lips of her
mouth parted as he parted her other lips. She gasped when his
finger entered her. She groaned as he moved back and forth. She
couldn't stop her hips from moving. He sucked his wet finger
clean, and grinned, if that intense and controlling expression
could be deemed a grin.
She almost thanked him when he lowered her skirt again. He
removed her jewelry: the wedding ring, bracelets, the diamond
necklace her husband had given her for their anniversary.
Someone raised her hair, leaving her neck exposed. Her eyes
never left his.
"I have a new necklace for you," he said softly, but not gently.
"See. It's a steel slave collar. It locks around your neck and
will never be removed unless I sell you. You're mine. I own you
now, like I own my dog. Like my dog, you'll obey me happily.
Listen for the click of the lock. It sounds the beginning of
your new life as my slave. Listen!"
The steel collar fit snugly. The lock click sounded like a rifle
shot to her. She flinched and began shaking. She tried to be
still and keep the tears from rolling down her face.
(Speak. Scream. Do something! No. No. Cooperate! He'll kill
you if you resist. Stay alive! For yourself! For the girls!
Do what he wants.)
"Be still," he said. He cut away her blouse and bra, leaving her
naked to the waist. His giant hands felt hard and hot on her
breasts as he played with them.
"Are they natural?"
She didn't reply. He slapped her face twice.
"Answer me!"
"Yes," she said stunned.
"You'll always call me master. Answer again."
"Yes, Master."
"Who plays with them besides your husband?"
"No one, Master. Oh, god, don't!" she screamed as he crushed the
flesh of her breasts in his hands. It oozed between his fingers
like bread dough.
"Don't ever lie to me!"
"There have been others, Master."
"How many?"
"Many, Master. Ten or twelve."
"You're a slut, aren't you?"
"Yes, Master," she sobbed. She didn't care who knew how many men
she fucked, about her adulteries and dalliances. She didn't care
about anything but staying alive.
"No wonder you liked me playing with you as others watched. You
did like it, didn't you?"
"No, Master."
"You lied, but it makes no difference. You'll learn to love it
with a hundred people watching you. Is the young girl yours?"
"Yes, Master."
"What's her name?"
"Lana, Master."
He turned to a man standing beside him. "Get me Sara," he said.
He again looked at Elise.
"Which of the others is yours?"
"Lily, Master."
"Oh, yes. Sweet little Lily. I can tell the family resemblance."
(He knows her? How? Don't speak! He'll hurt you!)
"You have a very expressive face. I can read you like a book,"
he said. "Yes, I know Lily. I know them all. I know their IQs,
their school grades, what positions they play and how many goals
they've scored. I know a lot about them, but I don't know
everything. You'll tell me what I want to know, won't you?"
"Yes, Master."
"What's your name?"
"Elise. Elise Johnson, Master."
"Pretty name for a pretty woman. If you're good, I'll let you
keep it. Can you have more children, Elise?"
"No, Master," she replied, her expression quizzical.
He grinned again.
"Have you ever had sex with another woman?"
(Another woman? No. I've wondered . . . )
"Answer me!"
"No, Master."
"You will. You'll do it a lot and enjoy every minute of it.
Won't you?"
"Yes, Master."
"Have you ever fucked a dog?"
"No, Master," she said emphatically, a blush returning to her
face.
"I have two wonderful dogs. You can suck one off while the other
fucks you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
(Isn't he human? Doesn't he have any decency?)
"Yes, Master," she whimpered.
"Would you agree to anything I said?"
"Yes, Master."
He took her head in his giant hands. His thumbs pressed against
the carotid arteries in her neck. The ring of darkness grew as
she lost consciousness. He let her blood flow again and waited
until she was fully conscious.
"Do you know what you need to do to stay alive?"
"Yes, Master," she said, her surrender obvious in her face and
voice.
"What is it?"
"I must please you, Master."
"What a smart woman you are. I thought you'd understand. Now,
it's time for training to begin. We're going to start with
Stephanie Howard. Since she's their coach, she should be first.
Don't you agree?"
"Yes, Master."
Master stood to talk to his assistants, leaving her exposed and
trembling in the dirt.
"What are you going to do to us?" Elise whimpered.
Like a cat, he pounced on her. He jammed a jaw lever in her
mouth and twisted the screw between its flanges, prying open her
mouth to its fullest.
"When your jaw muscles spasm, you'll scream in pain. Maybe then
you'll remember not to talk without permission," Master said.
"Rail this one," he said pointing to Elise. "Sara, I want you to
manage the younger one. Here are my instructions."
As he talked to Sara, another man dragged Elise to a low rail.
The man shoved her into position: kneeling with her chained
ankles under her, head over the rail. A short chain looped over
the rail and both ends locked to her collar ring, keeping the
rail under her chin. The sun was hot on her skin. Her mouth was
cotton. Jaw muscles began to quiver from the strain of the
lever.
She faced a high crossbar with a hook and chain dangling from it.
A woman dressed in a black catsuit stood by it. The woman was an
Amazon, tall, broad shouldered and well muscled, but feminine.
She stared at Elise and smiled evilly. Elise's blood ran cold
when she started toward her. She knelt before Elise, her eyes
foreboding.
(She's more evil than the man.)
The woman began to stroke her breasts. Her fingers felt like
swarming ants. Elise tried to jerk away, to escape, to shake
them off.
(Get the ants off. Please. Get them off me!)
"Well, well, the big titted cow," the woman said menacingly.
(It's her! The one who said she'd hurt Lana! She said she
enjoyed hurting people!)
"See this golden collar around my neck. It means I'm woman
number one. You call me Mistress. I'm in charge of training and
discipline. When he lets me have you, I'll get inside you. In
your mind. In your soul. Men think they can do it, but they
can't. They can't get inside a woman like another woman can.
Like I can. It won't take long. A week. Maybe two. You'll eat
your own shit to please me."
(She can't do it. She can't get inside me.)
"Like now. There are ants on your tits. Ants that'll chew off
your big tits. Oh, I see from your face I'm right, but I'm
always right. What's that smell? Cow, you just shit in your
panties, didn't you? Oh, my, you must be scared! I won't make
you eat it - this time."
Like eagle's talons, her nails dug into Elise's breasts, drawing
blood. She laughed at Elise's pathetic scream.
"You don't even know what pain is, cow, but you will. I'll teach
you. I'll teach that precious little daughter of yours, too.
I'll let you watch when I break her. You'd like that, wouldn't
you? Like seeing your daughter beg me for mercy? She won't get
mercy. Not from me. Neither will you."
Mistress yanked hard on Elise's hair. Elise screamed through the
jaw lever.
"Bye for now, cow. Think about me."
She walked away, stopping to talk to Master. Master stepped to
the girl on the rail next to Elise, yanked her hair and warned,
"Talking will be punished." He ripped off her gag and blindfold.
Elise heard him walking down the line of tethered girls,
repeating that phrase. She heard screams and sobbing. Someone
spoke, pleading to be released. Elise heard the crack of a whip
and screams of agony. Five times Master called for a jaw lever.
Other men and women stood near the crossbar. The women all wore
steel collars. No one spoke to the tethered girls on the rail.
Tears flowed freely down Elise's face. Her jaws spasmed and she
screamed. It was high in pitch and weak in volume. At Master's
direction, a very pregnant girl came and knelt before her.
"Blink once for yes and twice for no. Do you understand?" the
girl said. Elise blinked once. The girl smiled.
"My name's Heather. The jaw lever hurts, doesn't it?"
Elise blinked.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
Elise blinked.
"They say if it's left on long enough the muscle spasms crush
your jawbone and your teeth spew out. The pain drives you mad.
Do you think it could hurt that much?"
Elise blinked.
"It sounds horrible, but I'll never know. I'll obey Master
rather than find out. That's what he wants, you know. Eager
obedience. Would you like for me to leave the lever in your
mouth?"
Elise blinked twice.
"I see you're paying attention," Heather said with a smile. "Can
you obey?"
Elise blinked.
"Can you not talk?"
Elise blinked.
"He doesn't expect you to be silent. He knows you'll scream and
beg for mercy during training, but you can't talk without
permission. Do you understand?"
Elise blinked.
"Your pain's worse since I've been here. I can see it in your
eyes. Would you like for me to make it stop?"
Elise blinked.
"All right, but remember you promised to obey and to not talk.
Hold still. I'll put an ice pack on your jaw. It'll stop the
spasms. See? Feels better already. I'll unscrew the lever now.
No talking, not even a thank you."
Heather unscrewed the device as she continued to rub Elise's jaws
with the ice pack. Tenderly, Elise moved her mouth the few
inches her bondage allowed. Heather sat back on her haunches.
"He's very strict. Training's very painful. After it's over,
you'll receive no punishment if you're obedient, cooperative and
very eager to please him. I'm all three, Elise. I'm a very
eager, cooperative little slave. It's wise to be that way."
Heather kissed her on the cheek and laboriously stood. "See you
later," she said before walking back to her Master.
(Obedient, cooperative, very eager to please. That's what she
said. That's how to live through this until I'm rescued. Like
the kidnapping experts said: cooperate at all costs. I can do
it. I must do it!)
Elise tried to see her daughters, but to no avail. She wasn't
even sure who was next to her on the rail. Master walked a few
paces toward the rail where the girls were bound.
"Silence," he roared. "You are slaves! You'll be treated as
slaves and used as slaves. Look at the women here by me. They
wear my collar and serve my purpose. So shall each of you. We
shall begin training with your coach. Watch! Don't look away
from her punishment. If you look away, you'll be punished more
harshly."
"Bring her," he commanded. Two men carried Stephanie in front of
the crossbars. Still bound and gagged as she was transported,
Stephanie struggled to free herself. Stephanie, twenty-five, was
proud of her blonde hair which hung almost to her waist. Master
wrapped the hair around his hand and lifted her off the ground.
(Look at him. Look at those muscles. He's lifting her like she
was a sack of potatoes. He could do anything he wanted to us.)
Master's harsh eyes surveyed the girls at the rail. Each was
staring at him.
"You've been given a collar. You'll be given water and a cage.
All else you must earn by good behavior. Food, clothes, and
shelter are all earned by good behavior. Earned by behavior
pleasing to your master, for slaves have nothing except what
their master gives them. Slaves have no right to adornments
except what they earn. Hair's an adornment."
In a few short strokes of the shears, he removed Stephanie's hair
as a herdsman shears a sheep. He ripped off her blindfold and
gag, slipped a hood over her naked head and locked it around her
throat.
The girls were silent. Stephanie was catatonic as Master removed
her chains. Two of the collared girls locked leather restraints
around her wrists and steel restraints with chains around her
ankles. Mistress roughly pulled Stephanie's wrists together and
slipped the dangling hook through the rings of the wrists
restraints. The hum of a hoist motor could be heard. Stephanie
was dragged under the crossbar, then upward until she stood
upright, hands above her. The collared girls attached the ankle
chains to the crossbar, spreading her legs slightly.
"Slaves must earn clothing. You'll be naked until you earn
clothing."
Master cut away Stephanie's clothes. A man handed Master a whip.
It was a strip of leather about four feet long and a foot wide,
attached to a handle like that of a tennis racket.
(Oh, God. Poor Stephanie. Mistress is watching me. If I close
my eyes, I'll be punished.)
"Watch closely, little slaves," Master ordered. "Slaves are
punished unless! Are you listening? You'll be punished unless
you're obedient, cooperative and very eager to please. Do you
understand? You! Slave! Answer me!"
He was a few feet from the rail, pointing at a specific girl.
"Obedient, cooperative and very eager to please," she sobbed.
"Yes! Everyone say it!"
"Obedient, cooperative and very eager to please," Elise said,
chanting with the others.
He drew back the whip, which spread menacingly across the ground.
With a mighty swing, the whip flashed, striking Stephanie across
her breasts. Her scream filled the air. He waited until
Stephanie was still before whipping her again. Slowly he worked,
letting Stephanie feel each blow as he covered her body.
Her screams penetrated the psyches of every girl at the rail.
Her unanswered pleas for mercy burned into their memories
forever. Her agony became their agony. She wet herself on the
third blow. On the tenth, the hoist immediately lowered. Four
girls released her legs and arms. She lay in the dirt, moaning
in agony.
A man dragged her to a short stake located so all on the rail
could see it. Stephanie's wrists were attached to it. She was
on her back with her head toward the rail. Regally, Master knelt
between her legs. He popped open the codpiece on his trousers.
A huge angry cock sprang into view.
(Oh, my God, he's going to rape her. We're all going to be
raped.)
Two collared girls ran and fell in the dirt by Stephanie. They
pulled her legs back, widely spread, knees straight, toes
touching the ground.
Master wasn't looking at Stephanie. He was looking at the girls
on the rail. Each of them. His eyes seized theirs, one by one.
He'd rape them all, using Stephanie as their surrogate.
Master lodged his cock head in her slit. They all could see
exactly what was happening. Master watched the others as he
slowly forced his cock into her. He raped her, grunting,
slamming, pounding, but when he withdrew, his cock was hard and
red, coated with Stephanie's lubrication. Master had not cum.
That was not his purpose.
Mistress rolled Stephanie over and fastened her wrists behind her
back. Two men brought a cage and forced her in it. Her sobs
could be heard by the girls at the rail.
One by one, girls were taken from the rail. Master or Mistress
sheared, hooded, and whipped them. A man raped them. They were
bound, caged and left in the sun to listen to the screams and
sobs of the others. Only once did the routine vary - when
Master pulled Lily from the rail.
(What's wrong with you? He's going to rape your daughter.
Scream at him. Stop him. No! Are you mad? We're all going to
be raped. I can't stop it! Cooperate and wait! Lily! My
precious Lily!)
Elise heard her daughter's pleas for mercy as she was shorn,
whipped and hooded. She watched as he raped her in the dirt. As
others bound and caged Lily, Master walked to Elise.
His cock, angry and hard, was covered in Lily's juices. He
rubbed it on Elise's face, on her lips.
"Most slaves are dry when I rape them the first time. Sweet Lily
was soaking wet. She enjoys being a slave, or maybe she's a slut
like her Mother."
He slipped a hood over her head and locked it.
"I've something special planned for you," he said.
The hoods were not discipline hoods, which are tight to bind the
slave's face. They were transport hoods, fitting loosely and
allowing airflow, but not sight. Elise could hear and speak, but
she was silent as she waited.
She'd counted the girls they'd processed. She knew they'd soon
come for her. Sweat, urine, and shit soaked her clothes. Air
inside the hood was heavy with those odors and the smell of Lily.
The sun burned her back. Her muscles screamed from her bondage.
They didn't come for her. Time crawled as she waited tied to the
rail. She was wondering whether she'd been forgotten when she
heard footsteps and the tinkling of a bell.
"Be still," a woman said. "I'm going to release you."
"Who are you?"
(My voice! It doesn't sound like me.)
"I'm Sara."
"Sara? Sara? You're the one who took Lana. Where is she?
Please. Where is she?"
"Hold still," the woman said as she released Elise. Elise fell
back, moaning in pain. Someone rolled her on her side and rubbed
ice on her back to quell the spasms. Someone removed the chains
from her hands and feet.
"Who's with you?" she asked.
"Kitten. Master's pet. She only makes cat sounds. Say hello
Kitten."
"Meow," a voice softly said.
"Oh, god, I'm thirsty," Elise moaned. "I need water. May I
please have water?"
"In a moment. Your pain could be worse, much worse. To end that
pain you must be obedient, cooperative and very eager to please.
That's our creed. Obedient, cooperative and very eager to
please. Do you understand?"
"Yes I do. May I have water please?" Elise whispered through her
parched lips.
"You don't fit in here, but Master likes you," Sara said with a
laugh. "He likes short, small boned women with narrow waists and
huge breasts. Master sent me to talk to you. I'll remove your
hood if you'll control yourself. You must listen to me and
follow my instructions."
"I will."
"Get in a kneeling position. Look only straight ahead when the
hood's removed."
Elise kneeled. Hands removed her hood. Elise cringed from the
sun, even though it was shortly before dusk. Sara waited with a
water bottle in her hand, but when Elise reached for it, Sara
slapped her across the cheek.
"Fold your hands in your laps. Wait until I offer it," Sara said
curtly. Sara saw Elise's tears. She sympathized, but she had
her orders. When she was ready, Sara smiled and offered the
bottle of precious liquid. Greedily, Elise drank before Sara
yanked the bottle away from her.
"Please let me have more."
"In a few minutes. Too much too soon and you'll vomit."
"Where's Kitten?" Elise asked, suddenly realizing the other
person was missing.
"Behind you."
Elise started to turn. Kitten yanked her head forward as Sara
slapped her again.
"Why?" Elise gasped, rubbing her cheek.
"You were disobedient. I told you to only look forward."
Elise's head bowed and she sobbed. Kitten softly rubbed her
back. Sara wiped her face with a damp cloth before handing her
the water bottle.
"You must be obedient, cooperative and very eager to please,
Elise. Your safety and health depends on it and so does that of
your daughters."
"I saw what he did to Lily. He raped her."
"Someone was going to rape her. She'll be raped by different men
several times a day during training."
"But he did it! Then he . . . he . . . "
"...rubbed her juices on your face. He made you a participant in
your daughter's rape."
"Yes! The bastard!"
"Yes, he's a bastard. A cruel, demanding bastard -- if he needs
to be. He doesn't enjoy hurting you. Mistress does. He wants
you to eagerly obey. That's all."
"The way to stay alive."
"What?"
"That's what the articles say to do if you're kidnapped.
Cooperate."
"That's right. Cooperate, but do it eagerly."
"I don't know if I can."
"You must. Your life depends on it."
"What's going to happen to us?" she asked no one in particular.
No one answered. Sara and Kitten waited as Elise cried. She
asked through her tears, "What's he done to Lana? Did he rape
her, too?"
"No, he didn't. There are only two women here who aren't breeding
slaves. Mistress is one and even she'll have his children when
he desires it. Lana's the other. If he allows you to stay,
you'll be the third."
"Allowed to stay? You mean I might be released?"
"Don't be silly. You might be sold to someone who'd put you in a
harem or put you out as a whore. Didn't you hear him say some of
the girls on your daughter's team have been sold? They're
already gone. No telling what lies ahead for them. There's no
release, Elise. There's no escape. A few have tried. They were
given to Mistress with no restrictions. She broke them. Do you
understand me?"
"Yes, but . . . "
"No buts. Do you want Mistress to get her hands on you?"
"No. She frightens me."
"Then you must please him."
"Yes. Cooperate with him."
"Not just cooperate. Eagerly please. Do you understand the
difference?"
"Eagerly please. Yes. I understand that, but what do you mean
about breeding?"
"This is a farm. He raises babies for sale on the black market.
He's sold two of mine and I'm pregnant again. That's why we're
here. To produce babies."
"God, no," Elise whispered.
"I don't know about God, but the answer's yes. We're breeding
slaves. He picks beautiful and intelligent women, athletic women
like this team, so the babies will have the physical
characteristics desired by the buyers. The girls sold today
didn't meet his criteria to remain here. That way he gets top
prices for the babies. Yes, our children are sold. Each of the
girls taken today will bear his offspring. That includes Lily.
That's why you don't fit in. You told him you can't have more
children."
"Lana, too?"
"I don't know the answer to that. Not now, at least."
"Where is she? Please, Sara. Tell me. I beg you."
Sara had a soft, sweet smile when she answered. She took Elise's
hands in hers. Elise felt Kitten's hands in her hair, holding
her head to look at Sara.
"He changed her name. She's not Lana anymore. She's Kitten."
"Lana!" Elise screamed, trying to turn. Kitten grunted trying to
hold her in place. Sara slapped Elise again.
"Stop, Elise," Sara implored. "You'll be punished if you turn."
"Let me talk to her!"
"She can't answer. She's a kitten. All she can do is meow."
"Meow." It was an urgent, warning sound.
They heard footsteps. Master appeared from the growing darkness.
Without a word, he yanked Elise's head back and snapped a leash
on her collar.
"Follow me," he said.
Elise stumbled and scurried after him. Her legs and feet ached
and cramped. Sara and Kitten followed willingly. As they
approached a small barn, they heard a woman screaming. The sound
became louder when he opened the door. He led them to an open
center area. Master sat in a wide, armed, wooden chair. Elise,
as ordered, knelt by it. He attached her leash to a hook. The
pressure on her collar made her sit with her back erect. Sara
knelt on the other side.
Kitten had stopped for a drink of water. As she came toward them,
her demeanor surprised Elise. Kitten almost pranced, standing
tall and erect, her hair swinging in a ponytail, her face bright
and happy. Her white cotton dress was identical to the others.
Her wide collar was white leather with a lock in the back. A
bell hung from a ring on its front. On each wrist was a leather
restraint. A locked steel anklet adorned each leg. Kitten
winked at Elise as she walked by, curled up on the seat by
Master, kissed his cheek and lay her head in his lap. He stroked
Kitten's head affectionately.
"Watch, Elise. You remember Stephanie, the coach, who was so
arrogant and proud. Mistress is finishing with her initial
training. Watch Mistress's face. You can see she's enjoying
herself. She's an interesting woman, a medical doctor with a
genius-level IQ. She's also a sadist, but only with her own
gender. She enjoys working with me."
Seeing Mistress made Elise shake. Tears flowed again.
"I see you fear her. She told me of your little talk. Fearing
Mistress is wise. She's aching to get her hands on you," Master
whispered in her ear. "But . . . but if you please me, I won't
let her have you."
Mistress was dressed like a college girl on a work project. She
wore shorts, halter, Timberline boots over white athletic socks,
leather work gloves, and a red bandanna covering her long hair.
The gold collar gleamed around her neck. She wore a tool belt,
but the tools were for her special work as a trainer of slaves.
Against one wall were twelve cages. Stephanie's cage door was
open. In ten cages were the other girls taken that day. Each
was hooded, with her hands fastened behind her. Some lay flat.
Others cowered in a corner. One cage was empty and unopened.
"The empty cage is for you, Elise, should I think you need it,"
Master whispered in her ear. "Would you like to be caged here so
Mistress can give you her special caresses?"
"No, Master," she gasped.
(I said Master without thinking, but I must think of him that
way. He's my Master now. I must please him!)
Mistress stood in the middle of the dirt floor. A rope in her
left hand led to Stephanie's wrists, which were bound together in
front of her. In Mistress's right hand was a long, supple
horsewhip. A man stood on the other side of the center area. He
held a rope leading to the anklet on Stephanie's right leg.
Stephanie was on her hands and knees, gasping for breath. Her
body was a maze of red stripes and welts from Mistress's whip,
overlaying the blue purple bruises from her beating under the
crossbar. Stephanie looked up. Elise gasped and flinched, her
hands covering her mouth.
"Pain and terror. No hope, no future, but pain and terror. You
saw it in her face, didn't you Elise?"
"Yes, Master," she whispered.
"Remember it!" he hissed in her ear. "Remember that face. It
could be yours."
(I'll remember! How could I ever forget that face, that battered
body?)
"Get up, slave!" Mistress screamed. The whip sizzled in the air
and caught the coach's flank. Stephanie only groaned. Mistress
nodded. She and the man yanked simultaneously. Stephanie fell
on her face in the dirt.
Mistress swaggered to her victim. Like a soldier drawing a
saber, she pulled a metal tube from her tool belt. She jammed it
against Stephanie's rectum. Stephanie screamed and flopped like
a fish out of water.
"Cattle prod," Master whispered in Elise's ear. "Crude but
effective."
"She's finished, Louis. Get the horse ready," Mistress said.
Mistress pulled off her work gloves as she approached them. She
knelt in front of Master and bowed her head. Elise couldn't
stand to look at her.
"Stephanie's broken, Master. She'll ride the horse for
reinforcement while we water the others. I'll put Stephanie in
tight bondage before quitting for the night."
"Well done, doctor, as always," he replied.
"When do I get this big-titted cow?" she asked, her eyes burning
into Elise. "My whip hand's itching for her."
Master laughed. "Unless she displeases me, you'll have to wait."
"I won't wait long, I'm sure. She's not smart enough or woman
enough to please you."
Elise, shaking like a leaf, sobbed loudly. Mistress grabbed her
hair and yanked, forcing Elise to look at her.
"Look at me, cow. I might think you don't like me and my
feelings will be hurt. You wouldn't want to hurt my feelings,
would you, cow?"
"No, Mistress. I..."
"Silence. I think it's a mistake not to give her more pain,
Master."
"Show her the horse, doctor," Master said. "It'll give her a
taste of what to expect."
An evil grin exploded on Mistress's face and she laughed.
"My pleasure. Come, cow," she said, grabbing Elise's leash. In
one motion, she stood and stepped away, yanking Elise with her.
The horse, similar to a standard saw horse, was secured to a
platform. Elise straddled it, the crossbar between her legs.
Her pussy was crushed between the hard wood and the weight of her
body. She put her hands on the bar to relieve the pressure.
"No, cow. Like this," Mistress said. She yanked Elise's arms
behind her and fastened them wrist to elbow. Pain registered on
Elise's face from the crossbar digging into her crotch. Mistress
looped a rope around Elise's legs, binding them together under
the crossbar to prevent a dismount.
"Think of the pain if I leave you like this for a few hours."
"Please, Mistress, tell me what to do to please you," Elise
begged.
"You can't please me. Ever. No matter what you do. So -- don't
try to please me. Please him and he'll not let me punish you,"
Mistress replied, her face inches from Elise's. "I don't think
you can please him. Ride the horse for a while, cow. I'll be
back."
Elise felt the pressure. She tried shifting to change position.
She tried rocking back and forth. Both made it worse. Sweat
broke out all over her. Sweat caused by pain, by fear.
"Please, master," she called out.
The girls in the cages were restless. Maybe it was the absence
of screaming or Mistress calling commands. Maybe it was Elise's
voice, a mother's voice, a hurt, begging voice.
"Master, please. Please stop it."
Mistress sat between Master's legs, her back to him. She stroked
his leg as she watched Elise. She knew the pain Elise suffered.
She was enjoying it. Time crawled. Elise couldn't stop
squirming as the pain slowly worsened. She couldn't stop
sobbing. Her entreaties were ignored, her sobbing
unacknowledged.
"I'll do whatever you want. Just tell me. Tell me what you
want. Please, Master! I'm your slave. Your eager, willing
slave. Make it stop, Master. I can't stand it!" she screamed.
"Enough, doctor," Master said.
Mistress and her assistant lifted Elise from the horse, but left
her wrists bound. Elise cowered before her.
"Please him and you're safe from me. Don't and -- well, you'll
find out. Go, cow. Run to your master," she said. She slapped
Elise on the rump, shoving her toward Master.
Like a child scurrying to safe harbor, Elise ran. She collapsed
between his legs, buried her head against him. There she cried,
releasing the torments of the day. She cried until no tears
remained. Elise heard the bleating cries for mercy from
Stephanie, who'd replaced her on the horse. Across the room in
the cages, the new slaves squirmed and sobbed. When Elise was
quiet, Master pulled her head up to look at him.
"Should I leave you with Mistress, Elise?"
"No, Master. Please tell me what you want so I may please you."
"What pleases me is to whip you. Kitten?"
The girl sat up and meowed.
"Prepare her for whipping, but leave her unshorn and unhooded."
"Meow," she said. She reached for her mother's chain.
"And Kitten," he said with a smile. "Girl."
She squealed, kissed him on the mouth, turned and ran, pulling
Elise with her. The barn door slammed shut behind them.
"Hurry, Mom. We've only got a few minutes. Did you hear him say
girl? That means I can speak. If he says cat, I can't. I've got
so much to tell you."
"You're preparing me for a brutal whipping. Why are you so
happy? What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing's wrong with me! You saw what happened to Lily and the
others. That's not going to happen to me!"
"You gave in to him so easily."
"Of course I did! Do you want me raped and whipped? Quit
arguing and listen! He wants eager obedience. Give in, Mom.
Give him what he wants! Here. Put this anklet on and I'll do
the other. Always remember, the right answer to any question is:
as my master wishes. Mom, when I first saw him, it was like I
read his thoughts. That's too tight. Let me do it. Anyway, I
read his thoughts and we talked a long time. He's not a sadist
like Mistress. He's just wants his business to run smoothly. We
made a deal. I'm his pet, like a personal servant and aide and,
well, a pet. We won't have sex until we both agree it's time."
"You mean he won't rape you? You'll have to give your
permission?"
"Yes."
"Thank god. You're so young, so innocent."
"Hold out your right arm. Not that innocent, Mom. Tommy and
I've petted and what I've seen on the Internet would blow your
mind. I'm a virgin technically, but Lily gave me a vibrator for
my twelfth birthday and I've almost worn it out. I guess I've
got your genes."
"What do you mean?"
"You're a slut. That's what you told him. Give me your other
arm. Lily's a slut, too. She told me she's fucked four guys and
she's only sixteen. Four? She'll have more than that this week.
Anyway, she's not like us. Stand over here. I need to attach
your anklets to the posts."
"What do you mean, like us?" Elise said as she moved into
position.
Kitten, nee Lana, stopped and looked her Mother in the eye.
"One of the men you've fucked is Mr. Zimmerman. Another is Mr.
Cooley. Right?"
"How did you know?" Elise gasped in astonishment.
"Around them, you move like a cat in heat. You radiate
sexuality. You know what I mean. Mom, it's in me, too. When I
was with him, it pulsed out like radioactive waves. I moved
differently. I looked differently. It's there. He saw it: a
raw sexuality. He liked it. That's what'll save us. You need to
do that with Master. You need to let go, blast him with all that
sexual power. Where's the remote for the hoist? Oh, here it is.
Put your wrists together."
Kitten pushed the button and her Mother's arms rose.
"What about you?"
"Don't worry about me, Mom. I'll be fine. He's not a bad guy if
you're obedient and eager to please him. He'll wait to take me.
I guess someday I'll crawl on my belly begging him to take my
virginity. I just hope he doesn't make me wait too long. You
know, Mom, you do have big breasts. Much bigger than Lily's. Do
you think mine'll ever be that big?"
"I don't know. Lana, you're stretching me."
"My name's Kitten. Don't screw up and call me Lana. Anyway, you
need to be stretched. You need to be whipped. You need to
understand."
"Lana, don't say that! I understand."
Kitten slapped her Mother across the face.
"I'm Kitten. Remember? Think! Everything changed today! We're
slaves. Slaves! That's our reality now. Our only reality.
Mom, I'm going to please him. I'm going to do whatever it takes.
If you please him, you'll be all right. Oh, here he comes.
Remember. He won't hurt you if you eagerly please him. You need
to do it."
Kitten dropped to kneeling position, head bowed, knees spread, as
Master, followed by Sara, reached the crossbars. He examined
Elise's bondage.
"Well done, Kitten."
"Thank you, Master," the girl said seductively.
Master stood behind Elise and raised his whip. With all his
force, he slashed it across her ass. When her scream died and
her frantic struggling ceased, she hung like a damp rag. He
raised her head to look at him.
"Why am I punishing you, Elise?"
"It pleases you, Master."
"Yes, it does. Why else?"
"To show me you own me and can do with me as you wish, Master.
To show me what will happen if I don't please you."
"Very good," he said. For an instant, a twinkle appeared in his
eye.
"Would you like another?"
"As my Master wishes."
"That's the right answer. You may be smart enough after all."
He stepped back. The whip flashed across the front of her thighs.
Again, he waited until she was silent and still. He dropped the
whip and yanked her head back to look at him.
"I owe you eight. Don't give me an excuse to administer them."
"Yes, Master," she gasped through her tears.
"Obey Sara now, Elise. She's all yours, Sara. Kitten, come," he
said as he walked away. Kitten ran to follow him.
Sara lowered the hoist and fastened Elise's wrists behind her.
"What are you doing?"
"Preparing you to move to another area," Sara replied as she
knelt at Elise's feet. Quickly, a foot long chain fastened
Elise's ankles together. "We have strict rules about slave
movement. I'll hood you so you can't see the compound layout."
"But you're a slave."
Sara looked her in the eye. Her back was erect, her visage
proud.
"Yes, I'm a slave. His slave. I've been with him longer than
anyone, even the men. I'm never disciplined. I'm chained at
night like everyone else, but I have my key and can release
myself. I'm not restricted in any way. He trusts me. I've
earned it and I'll never betray it. As for you, I'm taking you
to the dormitory where we all live. You'll get a bath, a meal
and relax for a while. You'll meet the other slaves. Then I'll
take you to his room for the night. You'll sleep there. No more
questions," she said and slipped the hood over Elise's head.
For almost two hours, Elise recuperated in the pleasant confines
of the dorm. When Sara said it was time to go, Elise complied
without question.
"We're here," Sara said, opening the door.
"Oh, god, yes! Yes! Yes!" a girl screamed.
"Master's breeding Dorothy," Sara said. "This'll be her second
baby. In his suite, you're not restrained unless he orders
otherwise. Hold still." Sara unbound Elise and removed the
hood. They were in a small anteroom.
"You'll be chained at night for sleeping. It's an electronic
lock. Stick the end of your collar chain in the lock and it
closes. I know you wouldn't be stupid enough to not chain
yourself properly. If he wants you, he'll push a button on his
bed, which releases you. Don't go to his bed until you're
called. Now be quiet."
Sara quietly opened the door. Master was on his bed, fucking a
woman who moaned her happiness. The smell and sounds of sex were
strong. His powerful ass drove his cock deep into Dorothy with
every thrust. Elise heard his breathing change, saw his balls
jump, heard him growl as he pumped her full of his seed. Sara
broke her reverie by patting her arm and pointing toward the far
wall.
On a high bunk bed was Kitten, who watched the breeding with
great intensity. A chain from Kitten's collar attached to the
wall. Her hands were chained to the collar under her chin. Sara
pointed to a mat on the floor by Master's bed. Elise lay down,
covered herself with the blanket, and activated the electronic
lock.
Sara hooded and restrained Dorothy before returning her to the
dormitory. Master tucked Kitten in and kissed her on the cheek.
He knelt by Elise and attached her wrists to her collar with a
few inches of chain.
"Sleep well, slave," he said, patting her shoulder. He got in
bed and turned out the lights.
Elise was alone in the dark, chained by the bed of her Master.
(My God, everything's gone. My daughters - gone. My freedom -
gone. That world I lived in - my world - gone. All gone. Gone
with my diamond necklace. Replaced by steel locked around me.
His steel. His collar. His world.)
(I'm his slave. No. No. It can't be. It's not real. Is it?
Yes, it's real. My pains are real. My bondage is real. His
steel is real. I can touch it. I'm a slave. His slave. That's
what I am now. He's my master. Pleasing him is my world now.)
She cried, struggling to contain it because she feared crying
would anger him, but it bubbled from her in waves as the truth
overwhelmed her. For the second time that long day, she cried
until she could cry no more. Silent, she lay in the darkness and
waited for her Master to command her. Kitten stirred in the bunk
above her.
(She's given in totally, easily, without regret. A child's view
of the world. Black and white. The old world gone; welcome the
new world.)
"Elise?"
"Yes, Master?"
"Think about pleasing me. I'll call for you shortly," he said.
(I must please him. What did Kitten say? Release my sexuality?
Yes. Yes! I saw it in his eyes! When he ripped the tape off my
eyes, he wanted me. My hips moved; I was wet. He wanted me even
more. All men have wanted me. I've seen their stares. I've
laughed at their frustration when I tease them. I can do this!
He's just a man! A man to seduce. A man eager for me. That's
it! It'll be easy!)
In the dark, tears were absent now. She felt her adrenaline
flow. It seemed so simple, so very simple.
"Are you ready, Elise?" he asked.
"Yes, Master. I wish to please you," she said, her voice low,
sexy, needing.
A spotlight illuminated the bed. With a click, the electronic
lock released.
His dark and craggy face loomed over her. She felt the tingles
and willed herself to be still. He unlocked the chain attaching
her wrists under her chin and flipped away her blanket. She
didn't move her arms, which partially hid her breasts.
She watched the hunger in his eyes. When it was time, slowly,
gracefully, her hands moved to lay by her side, palms up, and her
back arched offering her breasts to him. As his eyes moved down
and up her body, she subtly undulated to offer each part of
herself. When his eyes rested on hers, she raised toward him,
lips parted and moist, eyes hooded.
"May I kiss my Master?" she whispered before their lips met.
She kissed him hard, her hand on his neck pulling her to him.
His lips were soft, his tongue demanding. She crawled upward,
following him into his bed. He pushed her on her back.
"Wait, Master. Please!"
"I don't wait."
"I only wish to please you. Look! I'm wet for you. Here.
Would you like a taste?"
She offered her finger wet with juices to him. He sucked it into
his mouth, making her shiver. He slipped her own finger up her,
to taste her again.
"Don't you tire of slamming a woman on her back and taking her?"
"No," he said. "I'll never tire of it." He laughed.
"But you might wish lobster if all you ate was steak. Let me
please you."
"It pleases me to fuck you."
"That would please me, too, but first, let me know you. Let my
hands and body know yours. Please."
With her fingers against his chest, she lightly pushed. He
rolled over on his back, looking bemused. She rolled on him, her
bush against his thigh, her breast on his chest. Her hips moved
in a slow rhythm as her hands traced his muscles; her lips
nibbled his neck and down his body. She wrapped long fingers
around his cock.
"Enough. Rollover."
"Not yet, please. I want to taste him."
"You have."
"No. That was Dorothy on him. I want to taste just him. Like
this. He's so big, so strong, like all of you. He feels so good
in my mouth. I can hardly wait to have him in my pussy."
She sucked him in her mouth again. Nails stroked the shaft and
it jumped in her hand.
"When you fuck me, Master, will you stick him in me hard and
fast, like this?"
Lips tight, she dove down his cock letting it hit the back of her
mouth, exerting all the pressure she could generate. She pulled
him out with a pop.
"Or slowly, like this?"
Slowly, she sucked him in again, lips and tongue butterflying his
cock.
"Shit," he groaned and grabbed her hair to pull her beside him.
"Not yet, Master, please," she whimpered, her hand on his wrist.
He relented.
"Lay back. Here, let me prop you up on the pillows. There.
Isn't that comfortable? Now, Master, watch me. Watch me play
with you, with your cock, with your body. Watch me, Master, and
feel my heat!"
His legs were splayed. She slipped by his feet to drag her nails
down his soles, suckle his toes. She pushed his legs together
and crawled up his body. The hair of his legs tickled her
thighs. She sucked his cock again, licking, nipping, tasting.
Her hips were never still. Her wet pussy left a trail on his
skin. She murmured little unintelligible love sounds as she
popped his cock from the mouth and took it between her breasts.
"Such a huge cock. He'll fill me, bring me such pleasure," she
whispered as she held her breasts together around him and moved
up and down. "Please Master, fuck me. I want you. I need you so
much."
She placed his cock head at her opening, rubbing it back and
forth for lubrication to prepare it to skewer her on its
rigidness.
"May I, Master? Please. I'm begging, Master. Let me have him."
He'd been watching every move, every expression, every twitch of
her eye, every curl of her lip. She was poised over his cock.
She hesitated when she saw his look. Fear filled her soul and
she sobbed, "No, Master."
He pounced, slamming her into the mattress, yanking her arms
behind and attaching them.
"No! Please, Master, no," she screamed as he yanked the hood over
her head.
"What arrogance! Do you think you can manipulate me, you slutty
bitch?" he demanded angrily.
He spanked her ass and the explosion made Kitten jump in her bed.
Rhythmically, his huge hard hand pummeled her ass. She struggled
to get away, begged him to stop, cried out her agony. When her
ass was red and hot, he rolled her over and parted her legs. She
gasped when his finger penetrated her.
"My, what a hot little slut. Too bad she's an arrogant bitch.
I'd have enjoyed her tonight."
"Please, Master," she pleaded. Her hips were moving, her nipples
were erect as her orgasm built within her.
"Would you like to cum?"
"Yes, Master. Please."
He yanked his hand away and she whimpered.
"Like everything else, orgasms must be earned, slave."
He threw Elise over his shoulder and charged from the room. The
barn was dark and silent except for the whispers of new slaves
trying to reassure each other. They quieted when they heard the
door slam open, heard the scream of the woman.
"I'll please you. Give me another chance, Master."
He opened her cage and tossed her in it. Again, a lock signaled
her slavery.
"A few days with Mistress should wash away your arrogance,
slave."
"Please don't leave me here! Don't let her have me! Please,
Master!" she screamed as his footsteps retreated from her.
When Master returned to his bedroom, Mistress was waiting, naked
except for her collar. She was standing by Kitten's bunk.
Kitten moaned pitifully.
"What are you doing?" Master asked.
"Teaching your pet the joys of sexual stimulation without
orgasm."
Master grinned when he saw the helpless girl. Mistress had
spread her legs and fastened them to each side of the bunk.
Kitten was gagged with a pair of panties. Soaked in sweat and
red faced, her eyes begged Master to end her agony.
"Your panties?" Master asked.
"Yes," Mistress replied. "The ones I wore today. They're quite
pungent."
"Get in my bed," he commanded and Mistress quickly complied.
Kitten screamed against the gag. Master laughed.
"Do you want to orgasm, little pet?"
She nodded her head. His hand brought her wave after wave of
orgasms until she lost consciousness. He left her bound, but
removed her gag and kissed her cheek before climbing into bed
where Mistress waited.
"Where's your cow? Couldn't she please you?"
"Yes, she pleased me greatly, but she's arrogant. She needs
training."
"When can I have her?"
"In the morning, but I'll put some restrictions on it. I think
she's close to breaking now."
"She'll never be able to please you like I can," Mistress said
haughtily.
"Speaking of sexually arrogant," he said with a menacing glare.
Mistress shook and paled.
"You'd better be good tonight, doctor, or you'll join her in the
cages."
She didn't answer.
"Chain yourself. You're their mistress, but you're my slave. My
slaves are chained at night."
"Yes, Master," she whispered. Quickly, she fastened a chain to
her collar and restraints to her wrists. She threaded the chain
through the rings on the wrist restraints and clicked the end
into the electronic lock on his headboard. She shimmied down
into the bed.
Kitten watched through half closed eyes as Master fucked the
amazon called Mistress. She heard Mistress beg and whimper,
telling of her delight. Kitten smelled the sex. Her own need
grew and she wondered when he'd fuck her.
One day that'll be me in his bed, pleasing him. I'll be first
woman and Mistress will be bound to await my pleasure, Kitten
thought. She smiled and closed her eyes.
The End
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