## Archive-name: The.Sorrority

From: jjr@bogus.unknown (J.J. Reynolds)

Subject: STORY: The Sorrority

Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.bondage,alt.sex.stories

NOTICE!

This story contains graphic violence, nonconcensuality, and an overall
sick and disgusting plot. If you do not like this type of story,
please save yourself from being offended by hitting 'n' now.

However, if you think I should continue the story, please send me
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Hit 'n' now, if it's possible to offend you. What follows is chapter
One.

The sorrority:

Chapter One

A searing brightness stabbed into Jack's eyes, beginning the trek back from his deep slumber. The brightness, mixed with the pungent odor being waved under his nose caused his trip to accelerate. Along the trip, he recalled the prior night's activities.

Jack had gone bar hopping, as was his wont to do on Friday nights, and had had not a few drinks. He remembered an incredibly attractive young blonde. She had an innocent-little-girl look to her--a look that drove Jack crazy. The kind of girl with a sly smile, wide open eyes that look through you, and skin that shows a bare touch of tan. She must have been about 5'5, along with a perfect petite figure. Her name was Karen, and she told him she was in a sorrority (Jack couldn't remember which; he was preoccupied with other thoughts).

Karen casually spilled her drink on him, obviously purposefully. "Why don't you come up to my room with me? We can wash your clothes there." she had said, with a smile that promised much more. Jack was quick to point out that he thoroughly agreed with this idea, and suggested that maybe they should go there now.

After a short drive to her sorrority house, they both walked up to her room. "We both know what we want," she said, "but first, let me start your clothes. That way, by the time we are finished, they should be done. Also, you should probably take a shower; I don't want to smell like bush." Realizing her pun, she put on a big grin, gathered shampoo and soap, grabbed his hand, and showed him to the showers. Jack had never taken a shower in a sorrority house before, thought about protesting, but decided that Karen knew what she was doing.

"Okay, take off your clothes and give them to me. Here's some shampoo and soap. Oh, and I'll bring a towel back with me." Jack complied, his member getting completely hard at his own nakedness in front of this beautiful, beautiful Karen. He couldn't wait to fuck her. She looked at his body, which increased the tension, causing small muscle spasms. She watched this for a minute or so, and then gave him a quick kiss and promised to return shortly. About a minute or so after Karen left, another girl walked in.

"You must be Karen's friend. I'm sorry, but I have absolutely GOT to take a shower.. I'm in a hurry, I hope you don't mind. You can look at me if you like." She immediately removed her clothes and went to another shower. Jack admired her. She wasn't in Karen's league as far as looks were concerned, but still had much beauty to be admired. Her nipples were hard, so Jack knew she was as turned on as he was. He watched as water poured over her body, through the crack in her rear. Down and around her clitoris. Jack had the feeling it would have been wet regardless of the shower. Absentmindedly, Jack began stroking himself.

She turned, looked at him, and inserted a finger in herself to match Jack's actions. Jack could clearly see the finger slowly inserting and retracting from the hole he wanted so badly. He adjusted his own strokes to match her finger rythm. Another girl walked into the bathroom and peeked around the corner. He could see the look of jealousy in the new girl's eyes. She, however, didn't stick around. Several more girls came in, took quick peeks, copied the same look of jealousy, and left. He kinda liked it. Sometimes they came alone, sometimes in groups of 2 or 3. The girl in the shower with him was increasing her rate, and Jack matched. It was like simulated fucking for the both of them; every time she went in, Jack went down his shaft. Every time she pulled out, Jack pulled up. She had obviously had several orgasms already. Jack felt the familiar tightening in his own member, preparing to release.
"Jack, I'm back." It was Karen. Oh shit. He looked over at her. He saw a dart shoot from the gun that was now in her hand and quickly passed out.

"KA3 is coming awake," said a clinical female voice near him. Jack opened his eyes. There was another female standing above him. He was still naked. He was tied to what appeared to be a rolling stretcher with a cold metal surface. He examined the female looking at him. "Don't you dare look at me! Karen, come over here and take care of your slave!"

SLAVE???! What the hell did she mean by that?! It must have been a joke.. Jack decided not to press the issue. The woman left, and was shortly replaced by Karen.

"Hi, KA3." she said. Her demeanor was entirely different from the night before. "Right now, you are a temporary slave. Do not speak to me unless-"
"What the hell do you -". Karen, unbeknownst to Jack, was carrying a small metal block in her hand. She hit Jack in the stomach, hard, knocking the breath out of him. He strained against his bonds as hard as he could, trying to break free. However, it was useless. He was fully secured. She hit him 4 more times, using both hands and putting her weight into it. With his breath knocked out, Jack was unable to scream or speak--he was trying to breathe.

As Jack was gasping for breath, Karen continued, "As I was saying, do not speak unless I or another mistress in this building give you explicit permission. If you fail to disobey this order, you will be beaten for each word spoken. I will let this time slip by, but the rules regarding speech violation are as follows: The first time you speak without permission, you will be severely beaten. The second time, we remove your tongue. If you still try to communicate without permission after this, you will be killed. That is why you are KA3--Karen Arington's slave, #3. The first two failed to obey the rules regarding speech. You will see their remains later. What's left of them."

Jack gasped for breath, and was finally receiving lungs of air. Karen let him gasp for several more moments. It was obvious he was in a lot of pain; that was good. She could see the look of fear in KA3's eyes. It was important to establish the dominant role early. She laid the metal block on KA3's stomach. He flinched at the touch. Jack had only just begun to feel fear, but was already progressing well.

KA3 looked at Karen's eyes. No longer did they seem open and innocent, but clear and cruel. He knew that she meant what she had said about the speech thing. The pain he still felt in his stomach was very real, very hurtful. He was terrified. Or, he was more terrified than he had ever been in his life. He was under the complete control of this psycopath.

"KA3, Rule #2: Never stare at your mistress unless given permission to do so." Jack looked up at her, to see if she was being serious. She immediately threw a fist at Jack's face. He tried to move his head to dodge it, but didn't succeed. The fist landed squarely on his lip. He could feel it burst open. And he once again tried to break free of his bonds, but was unsuccessful. Another fist landed on his cheek, sending pain through his entire jaw. Again and again she beat him, hitting his nose and mouth often. His face was covered with blood, when, on the last blow, he heard a bone break. He was in so much pain, he wasn't sure who had broken what. Had his nose broken her fist, or vice-versa? He kept his eyes averted from Karen, but noticed that her hands were covered in blood. It must have been his nose that got broken; she didn't seem to be in any great pain. She left, and KA3 heard the sound of running water. She was evidently washing the blood off of her hands.

"Never look directly at a mistress unless given permission to do so. The first offense is a severe beating. This one doesn't count; it wasn't very severe. The second offense is loss the left eye. The third offense is loss of the right eye. The punishment for the fourth offense is death."

"We have only two more major rules. We reserve the right to make up more as we go along. I will present your 2 choices to you later. Rule #3: Always do as your mistress demands. I am your highest authority. If two mistresses make conflicting demands upon you, you should come to me, crawling, and begin kissing my feet. In this way, I will know that you need my assistance. You will perform ANY task that I personally require of you, except to harm another mistress. You shall never touch any mistress unless given explicit permission to do so, and then it shall be only under her terms. Punishment for failing to abide by this is an immediate, slow and painful execution. Sometimes, lesser-degree, or accidental contacts are punished only with severe beatings. However, you should know that disobedience is not tolerated here. Occasionally, we may also take a finger here and there."

"The last thing you should know is that an explosive device has been implanted in your head. This device will explode if you attempt to escape. You may feel the back of your neck. There, you will feel the device. It may feel small, but I assure you, it is enough to blow your head clean off."

"Now, for your choices. Clearly, the life you will lead as a slave will be decadent. We will see to it that you never escape, and that you are well beaten for incompetence. There are no rewards. Occasionally, I may grant you time to shower yourself, or to feed yourself. However, normally, such tasks are handled by me. You will eat from my hand, become clean from my hand, depend upon me for all of your needs. You will not be allowed to wear clothes. You will be branded. In time, you will come to realize a very deep love for me, much like a dog loves a man. You will be my pet. Sometimes, if I am in a bad mood, I may beat you for no reason at all. You will be nothing but a piece of property to me. You will be less than a man or a woman. You will be a slave in the deepest sense of the word. The alternative to this is an immediate and honorable death. You will be shot through the heart, and your body will be deposited in your car and driven off of a cliff. The coice is yours. Think it over for the rest of the day and tonight. Do you have any questions? You may speak and look at me. You will address me as Mistress Karen, or just plain Mistress"

As she said this last, she began rubbing KA3's chest. She dabbled there for a minute, and soon moved her hand down to his penis, and began stroking it. His penis immediately shot to life. "Umm.. yes. What if I need to use the rest room or something?"
"Then you will ask me for permission. Otherwise, you will either hold it, or do it and then eat the remains."
She took the metal block and hit him hard in the stomach with it. With his stomach already being badly bruised from the prior beating, it caused a sharp jolt of agony to traverse his entire system. She then went back to stroking his penis. His penis was really hard, and her stroking was causing pre-cum to come out of the tip, regardless of the other pain he felt from his stomach and face. At this, she began rubbing the pre-cum all over his dick.

After all he had been through, he still enjoyed the sensation. However, she was not doing this as a woman would do to a man, but rather as a person would treat a pet. He was nothing to her. He could be replaced. "I told you to address me as Mistress."
She was rubbing him faster now, sensing the need in his groin. Faster and faster, until finally he shot off all over his stomach. She came over and wiped her hands in his hair. "Mistress, will I be treated fairly?"
"No."
"Mistress, is there a chance I will ever be freed?"
"No."
"Mistress, is there hope of escape?"
"No", she smiled.
"Thank you, mistress."
"We're not done yet. I told you I was going to show you remains of other slaves who were inadequate." At this, she rolled the stretcher down a long hallway. There were several other women there, who looked at him and shied away, as if he were a smelly dog, or a rodent. He felt less than human. She finally rolled him through an airtight door and into a room.
He almost gagged at the smell. There were dead body parts all around. All were from males. Some hands were lying upon shelves, an eye here and there. A few penis's were lying about. He started to throw up. "NOT ON THE FLOOR!" She said. He quickly turned his head back to his stomach and threw up all over himself. "You see, KA3, we are very very serious."
After that, she rolled him back to the original room and started to leave.
"Mistress, will you please wash me?"
"Tomorrow morning, I will. Very thoroughly."
And then she left him there. With blood on his face, his stomach in agonizing pain, a busted lip, a broken nose, thow-up and cum all over his body, he quickly passed out.

Later that night, he peed on himself, too.

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From: jjr@bogus.unknown (J.J. Reynolds) Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.bondage Subject: STORY: The Sorrority (chapter 2) Summary: unwilling torture Keywords: bitch hate torture nonconsentual Date: 3 Jun 92 23:11:10 GMT Followup-To: alt.sex Organization: I'll never tell!

WARNING: This story is not for the faint of heart. It is about
the brutal and cruel treatment that a (twisted) sorrority girl
inflicts upon a young man. It involves mental rape as
well as physical cruelty. I originally began writing this
as a fantasy; it has become more of a horror story, however.
There aren't as many sex scenes in this story as there are in
others; there are a few, however. As I said before, this is a
fictional work about the torture, both mental and physical, applied
to an unwilling young man. After chapter 3, I plan to tone down
the torture and concentrate more on the "sex slave" aspect of
the relationship. However, this story does not, and by its
nature, never can contain consentual sex.

If you do not wish to read this, then hit 'n' now. The Sorrority - Chapter 2

Jack, after having urinated all over himself, wasn't able to fall back to sleep. As he was laying on his stretcher, he pondered the days events. "That bitch," he thought, "treating me like this." She had looked so good at the party, so sweet and tantalizng. He still wanted her, but not in the same way. He wanted to rape Karen, to beat her, to cripple her. "But," he thought, "what if I never get the chance? Which is worse, death or enslavement?"

It was then that Jack realized the real question: was he a coward or not? If he was not a coward, he would accept death. If he was, he would become a slave to Karen. Jack had always been a man of his word, and knew that if he said he would be a slave to Karen, then he would not retract his promise. To him, the most important part of him was his honesty. If he said he would rather be Karen's sex slave than die, then he would. After the day's treatment, however, he was not sure which he wanted.

Would he subject his body to the cruel punishment he had received earlier? Was it worth it? He had the feeling that if he decided to become Karen's slave, that he would soon wish he was dead. Hell, he already did. To Jack, the pain from his beatings earlier were still very real, very painful. He would do anything to avoid such beatings again. But Karen had said "Sometimes I will beat you for no reason at all." Jack didn't like this idea. Jack decided that death would be a better fate, and resolved that he would accept death as an alternative to being Karen's slave. He had already had a taste of what his life would be like, and would rather not live it out. Perhaps that's the real reason that Karen had beaten him so badly: to let him know that she wasn't joking, and to let him decide, knowing the truth of the situation. Tommorrow, Jack would look at her in the eyes and say "OK, you bitch, go ahead and kill me, then." His mind made up, Jack went back to sleep.

"Psst.. KA3". Jack screemed, having been in the middle of a nightmare. It came out very muffled. There was a strong hand over his mouth, stifling the sound.

"Shhhh. We're going to help you escape. We're slaves ourselves." Jack could see two masculine silhouettes in the darkness of the room. He was distrustful of them. "We have the keys, and your clothes." they said as they began releasing Jack from his captivity. He hadn't realized how tight his bonds had been, and when each bond was released, he felt a sharp stinging course down that limb. "We have learned too much, and they will kill us if they find out. We wanted to rescue you, too, before they killed you."

"Here, put on these clothes.. quickly now, we haven't got much time." They handed Jack his clothes. As he dressed, they began answering his unthought-of questions. "This place was built 15 years ago, using money granted to the Zeta Tau Alpha sorrority. It was all done very secretly. Since then, the women have been told again and again that they are the superior sex, and that they have a natural right and responsibility to dominate men fully. The brainwashing worked, and now the sorrority only accepts sisters like themselves. From what I have learned, it is getting more and more popular among sorrorities." Jack had finished putting his underwear and blue-jeans on. The throw up and urine spilled from his chest onto them. He put his shirt on over it. "Don't wear your shoes, they make too much noise."

Jack now had a closer look at the other two men. They were also dressed, similiarly to Jack. "Follow us, quietly. What's your name?"
"I'm Jack," Jack whispered. "What are yours'?"
"I'm Rob, short for Robert. Oh God, how it feels good to say my REAL name again. I haven't done that for two years. And my friend is Jeff." They walked to the door, wherupon Jack noticed that Robert was carrying a large ring of keys. After searching for several minutes, Robert inserted a key in the door, and opened it. They all tiptoed down the hallway. They walked for what must have been 10 minutes, when Robert continued, "We are underground. This place spans the entire underground of the campus. Most of it isn't used; they probably made room for other sorrorities when they built it."

They then took a right at another door, then a left, then Jack got lost. Once, they had to hide themselves from a sorrority girl who was walking through the hallways. Luckily, she didn't see any of them. They walked and walked, for what seemed like hours, but was probably only about 5 minutes or so. Then, they went through another door. Instead of opening into another hallway, as the others had, this one opened into a large, dark room. Jack couldn't see anything. "The door outside is just on the other side of this room", Robert informed him. For the first time, Jack began to feel real hope. He wouldn't have to die after all. Once he was outside, he would go to the nearest police station and show them the situation. All three of them began running torward the door at the far end of the room. When they were about halfway through the room, lights burst on, blinding Jack momentarily. He kept running, knowing that freedom or death depended on it now. Then, Robert and Jeff both stopped. Jack reached the door and realized the truth of the situation.

The door was locked from the outside, not the inside. There was no way out. He turned around and saw the entire sorrority looking down at him. He was in some kind of auditorium, and sorrority girls were all seated, except for Karen, who was in the middle of the room. They were all wearing see-through white gowns with nothing on underneath. He looked at Robert and Jeff, feeling betrayed. One stood on each side of Karen, ready to protect her.
"Come here, KA3." Karen said. Panic shot though Jack. He started beating on the door, trying to knock it down. He kew it was useless before he even started. He wasn't prepared for the betrayal and humiliation. "I said COME HERE. Do not make me repeat myself again."
"YOU BIIIITTTCCCHHHH" Jack began running torward her, anxious to at least take her out with him. He never made it. Jeff, the bigger of the two, stepped in front of Karen and stopped Jack's assault. A quick blow to the stomach and elbow in the face had Jack on his knees. Jack began to cry.
"I can see, Jack, that you have made up your mind to die. You are no longer KA3, but an honorable Jack." There was a podium in the center of the room. Karen walked over to it and retrieved a small pistol. Jack's wails became louder. Perhaps, most shocking of all, was the fact that she had called him Jack. Was she really going to kill him?
"RJ1, posision Jack so that I can penetrate his heart in one shot."
"RJ1 must be Jeff," thought Jack. Jeff, or RJ1, with Jack still on his knees, dug his knee into Jack's back, while at the same time pulling back on his arms. This left Jacks chest clearly exposed. Karen took the pistol and aimed.

For the first time in his life, Jack was afraid for his life. He really didn't want to die. Even though he had already made up his mind to accept death as an alternative, he could not help the feelings coursing through him. Death. That meant.. death. He couldn't accept it; he felt hot tears runnign down his cheeks. Karen's finger was tightening on the trigger. Suddenly, Jack blurted out, "Mistress Karen, I beg for my life."
She looked at Jack for a moment, looked almost dissappointed, and said, "But Jack, you are an honorable man. This will all be over shortly, and you don't need to call me Mistress any more. You are honorable, you may call me just plain Karen."
"Mistress Karen, please spare my life."
"I don't think I understand. Only a brave man would have called me a bitch the way you did. I don't believe that you realize what you are saying."
"Mistres Karen, I am not brave; I am the lowliest coward you have ever seen. I do realize what I am saying. I don't want to die. I beg you to spare my miserable life." Some of the other sorrority girls in the room giggled.
"Are you begging to be my slave, then, Jack?"
"Mistress Karen, I beg to be your slave. I beg." Jack was sobbing uncontrollably now. "I beg to be KA3, not Jack." Jack was ashamed of himself. A few hours ago, he would have been prepared to die; now he realized that he was just a coward.
"You really wish this?" Karen asked, looking doubtful.
"Mistress Karen, I beg it. I will serve you in every way possible, please let me be your pitiful slave." And that's the way Jack felt. After all he had said, it was what he deserved. He didn't deserve to die a fitting death; he was a shameful coward; he deserved to be Mistress Karen's slave.
"Unfortunately, Jack, you have broken too many rules already." Karen began raising the pistol again, and pointed it straight at Jack's heart.
"Mistress Karen, please don't kill me! Please, I beg of you! Beat me, punish me for my offenses, please please please don't kill me." Jack let out a terrible wail, and began shaking all over. She was going to kill him.
At once, Mistress Karen turned to the 30 or so other sorrority members and said, "Who in this building thinks this man is honorable?"
A long pause passed, and no one raised their hand, or spoke out.
"Who in this building thinks that this man is brave?"
A longer pause followed, and Karen looked at Jack.
"Who in this building thinks that this man, Jack, should be allowed to live?"
Again, no one raised their hand.
"Mistresses, please please please let me live. I beg each and every one of you to take pity on me." Jack screamed.
"I ask again, who thinks that this man, Jack, should be allowed to live?" Once again, no one raised their hand.
Jack began crying uncontrollably, knowing his death was imminent.
"I now ask, should this man, Jack, die?"
Every single attendat raised their hands.
"Then it is decided, Jack shall die." Jack began openly wailing for the mercy of the attendants. "Shut up, Jack, or your death will be slow."
Karen then addressed the attendents again, "Jack will die. Should the slave KA3 die as well?"
No one raised their hand, and Jack understood. He, Jack would die. Everything that Jack was, and stood for, would die. He would become KA3, an obedient slave, subject to the will of his mistress. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, mistress." Jack was openly crying now, thankful that he had been spared.
"RJ1 and KB2, go back to your mistresses. I will take this slave with me." Karen looked down at Jack and said, "You disgust me, KA3."

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From: jjr@bogus.unknown (J.J. Reynolds) Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.bondage Subject: STORY: The Sorrority: Chapter 3 Summary: hateful bitch tortures young man Keywords: hate bitch torture Date: 3 Jun 92 23:14:01 GMT Followup-To: alt.sex

WARNING: This story is not for the faint of heart. It is about
the brutal and cruel treatment that a (twisted) sorrority girl
inflicts upon a young man. It involves mental rape as
well as physical cruelty. I originally began writing this
as a fantasy; it has become more of a horror story, however.
There aren't as many sex scenes in this story as there are in
others; there are a few, however. As I said before, this is a
fictional work about the torture, both mental and physical, applied
to an unwilling young man. After chapter 3, I plan to tone down
the torture and concentrate more on the "sex slave" aspect of
the relationship. However, this story does not, and by its
nature, never can contain consentual sex.

If you do not wish to read this, then hit 'n' now.

The Sorrority: Chapter 3

Karen led KA3 through a myriad of passageways and rooms, into the showers. "Remove your clothes, KA3.", she said. He responded with a simple "Yes, mistress, thank you, mistress." and removed his clothing.
Karen motioned her new slave to stand against a wall, while she hooked up a hose to one of the showers. There was soap already in the room. "Okay, slave, step two feet away from the wall. That's good, now, while facing the wall, hold both hands high up and lean forward. Now, spread your legs until I can see your anus." KA3 complied, a look of fear in his eyes. He didn't know what was going to happen next. Karen loved torturing her slaves; too bad they never lasted very long. Maybe KA3 would be different... maybe.

She turned the water on hot, and left the cold alone. She sprayed the back of KA3's neck, back, buttocks, and legs with it. She ignored his screaming; the other slaves had reacted similiarly. She was rather impressed with her new slave, however. Thoughout all of this, he never once moved from his position. That was good for him; it saved him from a beating. His entire backside was red from the heat of the scalding hot water. She turned on a little cold water, so that KA3 would survive the next step. She walked over to him, told him not to move, and thrust the tip of the hose into his anus. KA3 screamed as the warm water filled up his insides. Eventually, those screams became gurgles as the water eventually made its trip up through his mouth. Several bits of fecii (sp?) spewed rom his mouth with along with the water. Through all of this, KA3 still remained in his position. She left the hose in his anus for 60 seconds, until KA3 had almost passed out from lack of air.
When she took the hose out, a lot of brown-colored liquid immediately spewed from his anus. Karen would never let her slave get that dirty inside again. KA3, despite his best intentions, fell to the floor and started gagging. Evidently, he had inadvertently breathed in some of the water. She waited for him to stop gagging and compose himself.
After he had calmed down, she said "KA3, stand up again. Resume your prior position." KA3 did as he was told. His eyes looked at Karen, pleading not to hurt him anymore. "Don't worry, KA3; I won't do that again tonight."
Karen then took a scrub brush, and some soap, and washed KA3's back. She could tell that KA3 was enjoying the sensation, from the occasional "Mmmmm's" he would make. He wasn't seually excited, however. He had been through too much tonight. Karen hated washing the anus, but knew it was her responsibilty. She scrubbed hard, on his anus. This made KA3 yelp a little, and eventually he begged her to stop. He was talking too much, so Karen told him to shut up. After his anus and backside were clean, she sprayed him off with hot water again, to wash the soap away. KA3 screamed again. She would not beat him for this; it was punishment enough in itself.
Karen did like KA3's body; otherwise she would never have chosen him. Having this sort of dominace over him was beginning to turn her on. First, there were other matters to attend to. "Now, turn around. Hold your arms up high, head forward, legs apart, and butt against the wall." It took KA3 a minute to comply, but he eventually did. It was obvious that he was in alot of pain.
He still had throwup, piss, cum, and blood on his front. Karen sprayed the hot water directly into KA3's face and hair. The blood instantly came away; she only had to spray his face for about 10 seconds. KA3 screamed the entire time, but that didn't matter; he was only a slave, and had (!) begged to be treated like this. As far as Karen was concerned, she was giving KA3 what he really wanted--total and brutal treatment. Karen enjoyed brutalizing her slave. The same procedure was followed with his chest and stomach. When she sprayed his stomach, the shrieks got a lot louder; probably from the hot water dripping onto his cock. When she moved the water to his penis, KA3 passed out and fell to the floor. Karen finished giving KA3 his shower; it didn't matter whether or not he was consious. In some ways, it made it easier. It sure as hell was quieter. Karen waited for KA3 to regain consiousness.
"KA3, get your clothes and follow me." Karen brought KA3 to a room that had a furnace. She opened the furnace, revealing a bright red fire within. "Those clothes belong to Jack. Throw them in here." Often, this was the hardest part of becoming a slave. The clothing that they carry is their last link to their old life. KA3 didn't seem to have this problem, and quickly tossed his clothes into the flame. He looked somewhat relieved, though--perhaps thinking that this was all that he was in this room for. As he watched them burn, however, Karen saw his eyes glaze over; he was going to miss them.
There was a stretcher in the room, and Karen instructed KA3 to lie belly-down on it. After the prior treatment of his anus, KA3 whimpered, but obeyed her anyway. He knew that he was Karen's slave, and that absolute obedience was required. Karen firmly strapped him in; especially his upper thighs and lower back and arms. She then left the room to get her instruments.
When she returned, she saw that KA3 had figured out what was about to happen. "Mistress Karen, Please -" he started.
"Shut up, slave." Karen retorted. KA3 obeyed. She took the branding irons from her bag and placed them both in the red hot flame, letting them get hot. It usually took about 20-30 minutes for the irons to get hot enough for a clean burn. The irons were rather pretty. One iron had the letters KA in cursive; the other had a numeral 3 on it. Each iron was the size of a large man's hand. They both waited for the irons to heat up.
"Which is more sensitive, your balls or your anus, slave?" Karen asked.
"I don't know, mistress. They are both very sensitive." KA3 sobbed. Karen wanted to torture him just a little bit. She took a fire poker out of her bag and placed it in the fire, also. After about five minutes, she took it back out. She spread his butt cheeks apart, and pressed the poker into his anus. He screamed and screamed. Karen held it there for 20 seconds. Some skin from his anus stuck to the poker. She stuck it back in the fire burn the skin off, and reheat it. He was pleading her to stop hurting him, asking what had he done wrong. She ignored him. After another five minutes, she pulled the poker out and pressed it against KA3's balls. They were quite accessible from this position, with his legs spread apart. When she pressed the poker against KA3's balls, he started convulsing wildly, screaming in agony. He had done the same thing when his anus had been scarred, but this was much more intense. She held the poker on his balls for 30 seconds. Luckily, the skin was burnt, but still there. "I'd say that your balls are much more sensitive," she told him.

They had twenty more minutes to wait; Karen left KA3 alone this entire time. He was sobbing heavily, but she didn't care; she had her own memories. A man had once treated her similiarly; this was her revenge, and pleasure. At long last, the brands were red-hot and ready.
"It is in your best interest that you not move while I do this," Karen told KA3. "You will want a clean brand to show off. Also, if you move, the blood will not cauterize properly." She poised the "KA" brand above KA3's left buttock, waited to let the tension build (this was often the worst part for new slaves), and thrust down cleanly into his flesh. She pressed in about a quarter of an inch, waited for exactly 30 seconds to allow the blood to cauterize, and quickly pulled the brand out. KA3 screamed and wailed the entire time, his body reflexively trying to break free of the restraints. His back would arch in pain, then go limp; then arch again, and go limp. When the smell of his own charred flesh reached his nostrils, his efforts doubled, but to no avail. He was securely bound. He was making too much noise, so Karen stuck a gag in his mouth.
Then she brought out the number 3 brand. The look in KA3's eyes showed clearly that he was in a very great deal of pain. There was a puddle of water on the table from the tears running down his cheeks. His nose was pointing the wrong way, from when Karen had broken it the prior day. The second brand was the most important. She decided to play with KA3 for a while. She walked behind him, where he couldn't see her.
She waited 10 seconds, and placed her hand on his right butt cheek. KA3's entire body convulsed, having expected something much more intense. His reflexive scream made Karen smile. They quickest way to dominate the mind is to dominate the body. Things were working out very well. She removed her hand, waited 10 more seconds, and placed it again on his butt. The convulsion was even stronger this time; the mental agony was straining KA3 to his limits. She placed brand number three in the fire, letting it heat back up for the real moment.

She looked at KA3's branded buttock, and admired her brand. It was perfect; the best she had done yet. She traced her finger through the grooves of the brand, eliciting sharp cries of pain from hr slave. She was glad she had gagged him. Finally, after the brand 3 was hot, she again walked behind him and placed her hand on his buttock. He convulsed more than before, shreiking in an agony that wasn't even there. In the middle of his convulsion, she quickly removed her hand and stabbed the brand into him. His convulsion doubled, every muscle in his body tensed. Then, his convulsion lessened, and increased, and lessened, and increased. It went on like this for about 30 seconds, when she removed the brand.

"These will probably itch for a day or two; do not touch them. If you do, I will have to rebrand you. You may thank me for branding you my slave." She removed the gag from KA3's mouth.

"Thank you, mistress, for branding your slave." He managed to say this between gasps and sobs. Karen then unstrapped him, and had him follow her to her underground room.

Once back in her room, Karen chained her slave to the foot of her bed. He would be no good for sexual games tonight, she knew.
KA3 felt the last of the chains being snapped put on him. He was afraid of Karen. She had hurt him so much, in so many places, so intensely, what was going to happen tomorrow? Was she done for the night? She undressed down to nothing, ignoring him. This, perhaps, was the worst of all. He had been branded like an animal, and now, with apparently no regard for him as a human being, had taken off her clothes in front of him. She had removed her clothing in front of him as casually as she would have undressed in front of a dog. She then lay on top of the bed.

His mistress was beautiful. A "true" blonde. As she lay on the bed, she began rubbing herself up and down her body. As her left hand was massaging her small breasts and nipples, her right hand was exploring other recesses of her body. The index finger was exploring her cunt, going deep inside, swirling around; pushing down on the bottom of her hole, pulling up to the top. She came and came and came. She was still experiencing orgasms when KA3 passed out from the pain.

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