Fantasy or Reality
written and orgasmed over by poenkitten
26. First Day of A New Life
Karen could feel the knot in her belly as she knelt before them the
collar raised in her hands. Her body fed to her the pains and aches of
the things they had done, the weight of the rings in her cunt lips and
clit, the pricks from the spikes in her breasts, but more than any of
the numerous pains, she felt the hunger, the need boiling in her soul
and loins. Waves of fear washed over her, she knew that once the
choice was made, there was no going back. More than the fear of the
unknown, of what she had chosen, was the fear that they would not keep
her...that she was not good enough.
Silently Mary and Tom looked down on the slave they had won and begun
to mold. A tear trembled at the corner of Mary's eye. Tom felt the
same elation he received when he first took over a faltering company
and began to turn it around. With a hand that shook, Tom took the
collar from the girls hands, feeling the hesitation before she
released it. He looked at the metal and back at the girl. There was no
lock to the collar, once soldered on it would be a permanent symbol of
her enslavement. Gently Mary bent and raised the girl face, smiling as
her eyes automatically closed. Her lips brushed the girls forehead.
Karen did not understand the mix of emotions the raced through her, a
thrill as Mary's lips touched her, fear as the collar was taken, joy,
happiness, sadness at the life left behind, all roiled across her.
"Heel bitch.." Mary walked toward the platform. Karen hesitated for a
moment and then followed her Mistress.
Mary led her to the platform and gently urged her up on it...Karen
knelt with her head low, her eyes casting fearfully at the burning
brazier and back to the floor. Stepping up behind her Tom slide the
collar around her throat, holding the ends open to keep from scrapping
the flesh. She could feel the weight of it, not great, only a few
ounces at best, but heavy with the import of what it symbolized.
Tenderly he pressed her forehead to the floor and raised her hair out
of the way. Sliding a damp sponge between her neck and the collar, he
laid a solder line where the collar ends met. Mary handed him the
soldering gun, and he carefully sealed the ends together. Karen could
feel the heat even through the sponge, and shivered as her clit
responded to the sealing of her collar.
Bear rose from the table and walked over to the platform leaving the
trembling Jessann behind. He had crafted the branding iron for Tom and
Mary nearly a year ago. Stainless steel it had taken days of work to
bring the design to life.
"You have chosen cunt, there is no going back, there will never be
freedom again, you are ours." Mary's voice was soft but warm in the
basements air. "You will bear our brand that any who see you will know
what you are and to whom you belong. Your soul existence is as our
toy, our plaything...pain-slut, toilet, pet, whatever we decree for
you, you will be." Toms words rolled over the shaking girl.
"Disobedience will not be tolerated, punishment is at our whim, you
will never speak again, but you will scream for our pleasure. Your
tears will be our drink, your flesh our playing field, you have no
life no existence but what we permit." Karen studied the floor, her
mind buzzing in turmoil. She had signed her fate, when she raised the
collar to them...there was no turning back.
"Over the log bitch." with a moan of fear Karen crawled to the log,
carefully draping her body over the heavy piece of wood. It was not so
much a log for the fireplace, but a broad tree stump, heavy with the
weight of its years. Her breast hung down on one side, her knees
barely touching the floor on the opposite. Bear leaned over and
adjusted her position a touch, then secured her legs and arms to the
stump. The last strap a cinch strap was threaded through its clasp on
the other side of her, pumping the lever Bear tightened it over her
waist until she could not move. Karen's breathing grew shallow,
anticipating the pain to come. She could hear them moving about and
the low murmur of their voices, but could not see them. She waited an
eternity...each long moment, anticipating, fearing, the pain that did
not come. The three sadists watched her as she lay there....they had
set out a damp cloth to absorb some of the heat before touching her
skin with the brand. Mary had gathered her medical supplies together
and placed them nearby. Finally they caught the signal they had waited
for, Karen's tense body began to relax as the pain did not come. They
knew that her muscles could not remain rigid long in that position
without tiring.
They have changed their minds...thank you....slowly Karen's muscles
relaxes, loosening, and she began to breath fully. She did not here
the brand slipped from the brazier and wiped on the cloth..only the
pounding of her heartbeat.
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Karen's throat was ripped by the scream as the brand touched and
burned its way into her left ass cheek. Every muscle tried to escape,
but the bonds held. With careful precision Bear had placed the brand
straight down on the girls upper hip and counted to three before
drawing it back again. The girls screams of pain filled the room as
her bladder gave way beneath her. The brand had not only seared flesh
but the soul and mind behind it. They watched as her body twitched in
the bonds, her mind escaping into the relief of blackness. Mary
examined the third degree burn, cleaned the wound with an antiseptic
and immediately covered it with the tannic ointment and covered it
lightly with a gauze pad. "Your upbringing does you good Bear...all
those years growing up on a cattle ranch have given you a fine hand
with a brand." Bear smiled at the compliment from Mary and unbound the
unconscious girl only to flip her over and reset the bonds her ass
hanging off the stump. Lifting her tits one at a time he used a
pegging rope to twist and tie them tight, the flesh bulging taut in
the light. Turning he placed the brand back in the fire to heat.
Slowly the girl began to regain consciousness...her head rolling
easily as her eyes fluttered open, the burn on her ass throbbing and
screaming at her in pain.
Jessann huddled by the table, her eyes shut. She could smell the
stench of burned flesh, and the scream had ripped at her own soul.
Finally she looked up as Bear turned the girl over and secured her.
She could see the glint in his eyes as the pleasure of the branding
washed over him. Her stomach ill, she shuddered in fear...would he
brand her this way..mark her as his own....oh god...please...tell me
he doesn't want to do that to me. Her heart leaped into her mouth as
Bear looked over at her. Suddenly she felt less like the cocky robin
and a little more like the soon to be cooked goose. A groan of pain
escaped Karen's lips as she fought her way back into the light.
Dazedly she became aware of her new position. Mary and tom stood above
her looking down, her glazed eyes pointed at them but unseeing.
Checking her pulse, Mary nodded and they stepped back. Slowly it
dawned on the dazed girl, her new position, her painfully bound tits,
and she began to thrash hysterically against her bonds. Bear loomed
over her, the branding iron glowing white hot in his hand. Karen's
eyes locked onto the brand as it seemed large enough to sear her whole
body at one time. Slowly it lowered toward her passing from view as it
neared her turgid tit flesh. Her eyes focused on the furry wrist
holding it. She could feel the heat enveloping the cringing
flesh...her mind denying desperately what was about to happen. Bear
aimed carefully, the brand needed to sit right at the top of the tit
flesh where it would be visible and out of the way for further
torture. Finally sure that his angle was just right, he plunged the
slowly cooling brand into the meat of her left tit, holding it for a
count of two and pulling it from the flesh. The brand seemed to grip
the flesh before releasing its searing touch.
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Karen fainted, her body and mind overwhelmed for the second time as
her flesh was engulfed in the fires of hell. Bear released the straps
as Mary treated the second degree burn, leaving it open to the air to
heal, She would cover it later, but for now she wanted the girl to see
the brand, to not only know it marked her soul and mind as theirs, but
to actually look upon the visible mark and know fully and completely
there was no going back. Lowering the slave to the floor, they covered
her and allowed her to regain her senses on her own. Finally they
wandered over to the breakfast table to eat. Jessann shook as her
Master approached. Bear looked down at the small blonde slave dressed
as a robin and laughed. That laugh did nothing to comfort her. Bear
fixed her a bowl of food and placed it before her, Jessann looked
sadly up at the table where she could smell the bacon and biscuits,
eggs and other delights and back at her bowl. Sadly she bent to peck
at the cracked corn mush, milk and crumbled bread that he decided was
to be her fare today. Mary and Tom kept an eye on their slave,
exhausted from so many nights of sleep depravation and the strain or
the branding she had gone from a dead faint to a natural sleep without
waking. Her body barely stirred but soft moans of pain escaped her
lips. With an air of nonchalance that they did not feel, they finished
their breakfast, and scraped some scarps into Karen's bowl, mixing it
thoroughly with the canned dog food. Their attention was drawn back to
the girl as she began to thresh about in a nightmare, jerking herself
awake. Quickly they rose from the table and went to her.
Karen's eyes snapped open her mouth ready to scream in pain again as
she woke from the nightmare of being branded....it had to be a
nightmare...no one would really mark another human that
way...no...NONONONONONONONONONO, the pain washed over her flesh
renewed as she moved and rolled onto her ass. Mary and Tom bracketed
the girl quickly, gripping her wrists as she began to flail about.
With efficiency born of long practice, Tom secured her wrists behind
her and rolled her onto her knees. Karen's eyes rolled wildly as the
pain consumed her, her stomach retching emptily. Mary forced her head
down between her knees, her grip painful in the girls hair as her head
cleared. "Good girl, easy girl...it's all over...your
ok....shhhhhhhhhh....easy..easy...good bitch." Karen's sobs were heart
wrenching as she gave into all of the emotions and pain she had born
for the past week. In shock she looked down at the burn in her swollen
tit, the flesh enflamed by the burn there.....slowly her eyes made out
the brand...an ornate T laid over an equally ornate M with three small
ovals attaching the word slave in block letters. The brand was 2" in
diameter. Through tear filled and reddened eyes she looked at her
status burned high on her breast for any to see. She could never go
back...no one seeing the scars would ever see her as a mother, or a
lover, only a bitch slut to be used and abused. Tom drew her head into
his lap and her mouth opened to take his cock in, drawing comfort from
her Master as she took the last step over the threshold into slavery.
As the girl began to calm down under the stroking and soft words Mary
nodded to Bear. Bear looked down at his pet and sent her to carry the
bowl of food over to Mary. Placing the bowl on her back she was told
to crawl over to them. If she dropped the bowl, Jessann knew that Bear
would insure it never happened again. Carefully she crawled over to
the platform and chirped to let them know she was there. She had felt
Bears eyes on her tail feathers every slow step of the way. Closer to
the softly sobbing slave she could see the brand livid on the tit
flesh. How could she stand it....how did she ever permit something
like this to be done to her. Jessann had elected to serve her Master,
but knew deep inside, that she would have few choices in her own
subservience to him. She could feel his chains and lures wrapping
tighter about her each day. He had belittled and humiliated her at
each turn, teasing and tormenting her, decorating her flesh as a bird
and mocking her...but steadily she had begun to wonder with all that
she had seen and experienced over the weekend, what it felt like to be
that helpless that much in someone else's control. Could she have
withstood the pain, would it have left her a mindless wreck...or
shivering in the orgasms and rapture she had seen the other girls go
through. Speculatively she glanced over at Bear...to find him watching
her. With a shudder she dropped her eyes....he couldn't read her
mind...could he?
"Bitch eat." The command drew Karen's attention and she started to
move from her Masters cock to her Mistress' lap..only to be held tight
in Toms control. Her eyes danced in fear...she couldn't disobey...then
she caught sight of the dainty fingers of her Mistress offering a
chunk of dog food to her, the meat coated in egg and bacon. Opening
her mouth she fed for the first time as a complete slave. She chewed
and swallowed each mouthful as it was offered, licking the fingers
clean each time. At long last the bowl was empty, as the girl rested
exhausted still in her Masters arms. Mary stood up and raised her
skirt. "Bitch....drink." This time Tom released her and she rose to
her knees plastering her mouth to her Mistress' cunt and sucking
gently. Her burned and pierced flesh screamed in pain, but she barely
hesitated...the brand had marked more than her flesh slave, but her
very soul...she needed to please.
Tony listened to the screams of pain from the basement and smiled down
at NuBaby. She lay still bound to the table, her stomach sick from the
foul mix she had been fed, every part of her hurting. As Tony leaned
down she shrunk from his hand, her mind fighting her bodies instinct
to flee, knowing she could neither escape the chains that bound her to
the immovable table nor his wrath if she tried. Her eyes closed as he
brushed his hand gently against her face. Confusion reigned supreme
within her...a gentle touch....she had been prepared for excruciating
pain....the touch undid her resolve and she began to weep. All of the
fear and pain and anger spilled forth from her eyes, her
semi-permanently open mouth emitting deep heart felt sobs. Gently Tony
petted the oriental girl easing her around so that her ass rested
against his lap. His hands tenderly stroked her flesh, soothed it as
she gave way to her emotions. Blinded by the tears and her position
she could not see the fleeting smile cross his face, she could not
know that he had learned well from Mary and Tom, only that for the
first time in days she was being treated with gentleness and kindness.
Gently he began to lower her to the cool floor, his hands stroking and
easing her flesh into relaxing....'Good Sureibu....good slut...let it
out...all that pain...yesss....release it." Gripping her hips in
sudden fury he plunged his hard cock into her dry ass "SO I CAN FILL
YOU WITH MORE PAIN CUNT." NuBaby pinned could only scream as he rent
her asshole wide..forcing his way inside the already swollen ring, his
fingers digging deep into her hip flesh pulling her back against him
as he sunk his teeth deep into the flesh at the bottom of her neck.
The savaged girl exploded in animal fury and pain, her body bucking
and fighting every rasping raping thrust of his hips, her small feet
kicking at any part of him she could reach, to no avail, for every
buck forced him deeper.
Tony smiled...life with a toy was good....Maybe Miss would help him
with a small project he had in mind...her surgical skills could be
very very handy......
