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Chapter 6
After he heard the shower start, he went into the kitchen to get his phone out of the knapsack. He quickly, and efficiently, made the necessary calls. In a matter of a few hours he and his two new slaves would be gone from this place, and his associates would do what they did best, clean out the house. It was finally getting dark, so he walked out the back door and casually made his way back towards the woods. He found his van exactly as he left it, got in and started it up quickly, and drove it around the block to park it in the driveway, right next to Roberta’s car. He walked back around the house and reentered the kitchen. The shower was no longer running, but he could still hear the noise their movements made. He grabbed another beer from the frig, and sat down on the couch in the living room to wait for his new slave to be delivered to him. He didn’t have to wait long.
From the top landing he heard slave Roberta call to him. “Master, we are ready.”
With a devilish smile on his face he called to her, ”Good slave. Come down here now.” The first thing he saw was their bare feet and smooth legs, as silent as cats on the stairs. When they reached the bottom landing and turned to face him in the room, he was taken aback by the beauty he saw there. Both were naked, with large, firm, round tits and large pink nipples. Roberta had shaved her daughter’s twat for her Master, and brushed her hair until it draped over the girl’s shoulders, framing her beautiful young face that was heavily made up. What he had not expected to see so soon was the collar around Tina’s neck and the leash attached to it that Roberta held wrapped around her hand, tightly controlling her daughter. They waited for his signal to approach. “Bring her to me, Slave Roberta,” He commanded. Roberta walked the distance to stand in front of Him, her daughter a half step behind. “Are you prepared to hand over your daughter to me, slave?”
“Yes Master, I am, and with no reservations. Please take my gift to you and use her as you wish. Please beat and fuck my virgin daughter until she completely submits to your ownership.”
“And do you, Slave Tina, understand what your mother is doing, and what it means?”
“Yes, sir, I understand. She’s been explaining it all to me while she got me ready.”
“Then tell me in your own words what is going to happen to you now.”
“As a sign of her submission to slavery, my mom is turning me over to you to become a slave too. You will beat me and rape me over and over until I accept my new life. Then, you will train me, like you did Mom, until we are both perfect slaves. You will use us for a while and then sell us at a slave auction. Then, we will spend the rest of our lives serving other masters while being beaten and fucked for their pleasure.”
“And how do you feel about this, little one?”
With tears in her eyes, Tina started to answer, but her voice caught in her throat. She thought about the conversation with mom upstairs, and very softly said to him as she raised her moist eyes to meet her new Master’s, “It does not matter what a slave thinks, Master. She exists to serve. I am a slave. Please use me. I beg you to beat me and rape me until Your heart is content. I submit to you. Please own me as you do my mom.”
He smiled. “Slave Roberta, hand over your daughter to me now.” Roberta stepped forward and smoothly pushed out her arm with the leash strap wrapped around her hand. He reached out, took the strap from her hand and slipped it around his own hand, then started to coil the leash around his hand. As he did, Tina was forced to step closer and closer until she was close enough to feel his breath on her face. She felt the power of his presence and knew to drop her eyes. She was trembling slightly, as she heard his next words. “Slave Roberta, go get my knapsack in the kitchen. It is time to turn Tina into a sex slave.
Tina was beaten as badly as her mother and raped several times. Her cherry was popped from behind with her on her hands and knees begging her Master to rip her open. When he did, she screamed, but he could be sure if it was from pain or pleasure. She was soaking wet when he ripped through her and went wild as he fucked her pussy, ass and mouth. He came once in each hole and proclaimed as he did, “Now this hole is mine. I’ve fucked it first. I own it.”
She responded as instructed, “Yes Master, this hole is yours. You fucked it first. You own it.” By the third time around, she was chanting it over and over as he whipped and fucked her.
“Young ones break so much more easily,” he thought. She was nursing on his cock from the side of the couch. Her hands were cuffed behind her as he was petting her hair. Roberta was on her knees with a crop in her mouth, also with hands cuffed behind her back, and a serene smile on her face. He could see Tina’s newly pierced nipples and pussy. There were still a few drops of blood around each wound, but he knew they would heal soon enough. He glanced at his watch and realized it was time to go. He got up and ordered them to, “Stay,” which they did. He opened the front door, stepped out into the darkness, and went to his van. After opening the door, he reached in and picked up a small, brown shopping bag and carried it back into the house. He walked back to the two slaves waiting in front of the couch and placed the bag down onto the couch.
“It is time to go, slaves. You will never see this house, or the things in it, ever again.” Neither one responded nor moved. He reached into the bag and pulled out a set of light-weight chains, each with spring clips on the ends. He turned to Roberta and clipped a chain to each of her nipple rings and her clit ring. He methodically did the same to Tina. With both done, he attached Roberta’s leash to the junction of the three chains, and found the other leash in the brown bag. Tina was attached to it in a few seconds. He turned and started walking without any consideration for the two bound, pierced slaves that rushed to follow him lest their nipples and clits be torn. They were led out to his van, where he opened the sliding door and stepped in. The two slaves had no choice but to follow. He sat them down next to each other and clipped their leashes onto the hooks he installed in the roof. From the same brown bag he pulled out the new, matching ball gags, which went easily into the slaves mouths. He took a moment to take it all in. They were incredibly beautiful and submissive. He realized he would never find a pair like this again, and a thought crossed his mind. “Maybe I should keep these two for myself.” He would wrestle with this notion for the entire ride before he would make the decision. Before he drove them away to their new lives, he placed the leather hoods on them. Still, neither one of them reacted. By now they were used to the darkness.
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