"And then the little fagot has the balls to ask for a tip…….." Tony Vincent paused just long enough to let the other men start laughing, then he joined in himself, big booming laughter that filled the narrow corridor. On Tony's left Big Al paused to wipe a tear from his eye. It didn't take much to make the big man laugh, so much so that some of the other men on the crew called Al the "laughing gorilla" though never to his face of course.

The big man was a giant, a lumbering mountain of muscle that trotted on Tony's heels like a large friendly dog. Yes, Al was good natured, but few in the crew forgot that Al's wrestling career had ended when he'd accidentally killed his opponent in the ring.

By contrast Carlo Protti was little more than a stick figure, his long gangly body scarcely fitting the cheap off the peg flannel suit he was wearing. Carlo could afford better, there were no guys in Tony's inner circle that made less than six figures, but Carlo had always been cheap, unwilling to spend even a tiny part of his fortune. Thin and weasley Carlo was as different to Al as it was possible to get. It was hard to imagine that the two had been firm friends for over forty years.

Standing between them both literally and in build Tony Vincent was the obvious leader of the group. Older than the others by a few years the pressure of command could be seen in his haggard face and receding hairline. The expensive Italian suit that clung to his stocky body did a little to round off some of his rough edges but you could still see that underneath was a bruiser and a hoodlum. As they walked towards the office Tony took the lead with the nervous energy of the street. It had been a good dinner at their favorite local restaurant. Good food, good wine, Tony doubted anything could sour his mood.

He was wrong.

As they neared the office door Tony could see a light shining though the frosted glass panel. Silently he signaled the others to fall back. They grouped together in a huddle.

"I," Tony said, pausing for effect, "remember turning the fucking light off." He nodded back towards the door.

Al nodded. "Yeah," he said. Carlo slipped a .38 Special from his shoulder holster. "One of the girls?" he asked, giving the door a nervous look.

Tony frowned. "Do I look stupid?" he asked, "do you think I'd give one of those slappers a key to the joint?" He pulled out a 9mm Automatic and checked it. Al had pulled out another .38 and ambled towards the doorway. Tony cursed and started after him. It was hard to say even after all these years if Al was genuinely fearless or if he simply didn't understand the danger.

Tony signaled Carlo to stand or one side of the door. The chisel faced man nodded and took position, left hand reaching down to grab the door handle. Tony and All waited on the other side of the door.

"On three," Tony warned. Al kicked the door open giving Carlo barely enough time to turn the handle. Another thing that the crew often discussed was if Al could count.

The three went in quickly, Al in front then Carlo and finally Tony. Rather than members of another gang, or the Feds they found themselves face to face with Tony's cousin Geno who was sitting on the corner of Tony's desk helping himself to a scotch.

"JesusChrist," Geno spluttered standing suddenly, "whatthefuck you do that for?"

Tony signed and put his gun away. "I dunno Geno," he said, wondering towards the desk. "It could be because you were not supposed to fuckin' be here!"

"Ummmmmmmppppphhhhh!"

Tony stopped in mid tarade, his finger inches from Geno's chest. He looked over his shoulder towards the corner of the room where the strange grunting sound was coming from. In that corner a simple wooden chair was standing alone, and on that chair sat a woman. She was dressed in a gray business suit, conservatively tailored and reasonably fashionable. The suit jacket was open showing the ruffled front of a dress blouse pulled tight across her breasts. The reason for this extreme position was her arms, which had been pulled behind her down over the back of high wooden chair. A single strand of cord tied the girl's elbows to the chair back. Further down her questing hands had been locked together with a pair of chrome plated police handcuffs. Tony looked down, his dark, greedy, piggy little eyes taking in the graceful curve of the girl's stockinged legs all the way from her thighs to the point where her ankles were tied to one of the chair legs. The girl's head was covered with a black cloth hood that hid her features. As Tony watched the girl kicked against her leg bonds and shook her head.

"Ummmm," she moaned, "Ummm heee!"

"Who's da broad?" Tony asked stabbing his thumb backwards in the direction of the struggling figure.

Geno blinked and looked puzzled. "That chick you wanted me to go and see… that Marshall girl.."

Tony rolled his eyes and slapped his hand against Geno's forehead. "Listen genius," he snapped, "all I asked you to do was go around and explain her new responsibilities. I never told you to bring her here!"

Geno rubbed his head. "She wouldn't play ball Tony, she told me to get lost. She's got this mouth on her. Mouthiest bitch I've ever heard, told me what to do with your generous offer. I figured you'd want to see her yourself."

Tony sighed. If Geno hadn't been his sister's boy.. Still there was nothing he could do about it now. He nodded to Carlo who was standing near the struggling woman. "Ok, take the fucking hood off.

Once the hood was off the girl proved to be quite pretty. Auburn hair in a short fashionable cut framed a long, almost delicate face. Green eyes flashed out angrily above the mass of silver duct tape that sealed her mouth closed. She gave Geno a poisonous look, one she then shared with the rest of the men in the room. Tony found himself laughing, feisty bitches always turned him on, especially the ones too stupid to know when they were in big trouble. Taking a cigar from the box on his desk he lit up and settled back in his big leather chair.

"Al, bring the lady closer."

The chair was no problem for Al to carry despite the best efforts of it's struggling occupant. In moments Miss Marshall was dumped somewhat roughly a few feet in front of Tony's desk.

"Ok Carlo, take her gag off, let's hear what Red has to say?"

Carlo smirked as he seized the edge of the mass of tape and tore it off in a single yank. The girl gave a muffled yelp then bent down to spit out the ball of cloth that had been packing her mouth.

"I could have suffocated," she accused, "what's the idea?"

Geno bent down. "Told you she was a mouthy bitch," he whispered giving the girl a dark look.

Tony ignored him and instead took a folder from his desk. "Tatyana Marshall," he said, "that is your name right?"

"You have no right…" the girl continued.

"…Yes or no?" Tony snapped, his dark eyes looking at hers.

For a moment she held his gaze with a venomous look but then surprisingly she looked away.

"Yes," she said.

"Good," Tony said puffing at the cigar, "it's good to talk." He nodded at Geno. "Did my associate explain why I wanted a word with you?"

Tatyana gave Geno another dark look. "You mean before the bastard kidnapped me? I don't know where you people think you are," she added, "but this is Canada, we have LAWS in this country about kidnapping people…. You wait until the Mounties hear about this…"

Tony had heard enough. Sighing he nodded at Carlo who brought his hand back and slapped the girl… hard.

"Owww," Tatyana yelped settling back against the chair and sobbing.

Tony wanted until her tears subsided.

"You're here to answer questions," Tony said nursing the cigar, "speak out of turn again and you will be hit again it's that simple. Do we understand each other now Tatyana?"

The girl nodded sullenly and looked down. Tony nodded to Carlo. The thin faced ban forced the girl's chin up with one hand and brought the other hand back.

Tony held up his hand and Carlo paused.

"I asked a question," Tony said, "I expect a fuckin' answer."

Tatyana looked up at him. It was still a dirty look but the edge of real fear had crept in there now. "Y…yes I understand," she stuttered.

Tony smiled.

"Good," he continued, "now I'll ask again, did my friend tell you why he came to see you?"

She swallowed, mouth still dry after many hours gagged. "He said I owed you money," she said, "that I could pay it off if I took copies of papers from work."

"Yeah, that's right," Tony said smugly, "Red works for the City. Has access to all sorts of papers useful to an entrepreneur." He hooked at the sobbing girl. "And what did you say?" he asked.

Tatyana looked up, anger plashing once again in her green eyes. "I told him to go to hell," she said triumphantly, "first, I don't owe you anything and even if I did there is no way I would misuse my position.."

"One hundred and fifty five thousand dollars," Tony said reading from a paper on his desk, "that was how much you owed as of nine this morning."

Bewildered the girl shook her head. "No," she said, "I don't know what you are taking about. I don't owe you anything, I never even saw you before today."

"Joanna De Vere, she's your friend right?" Tony asked.

"Y..yes?" Tatyana asked wondering where this conversation was going.

"Good friend?" Tony asked puffing on the cigar.

"The best," Tatyana nodded, "why?"

"And I just bet you'd do anything for her right?"

"And she for me! I don't know what this is about?" there was an anxiousness that had crept into the girl's voice at the mention of her friend, one that Tony quickly recognized.

Tony pushed back in his chair and enjoyed his cigar, savoring both the fine tobacco and the thrill of victory. He was in no hurry to let the girl off the hook. Instead he let her stew for a moment ignoring her questions about her friend.

Finally Tony said, " Joanna, she's from England right?"

Tatyana nodded. "Yes why?"

"She got here when? Three years ago?"

"Y… yes but we've known each other on the internet since…"

Tony ignored her. "Your friend, landed immigrant?" he asked.

"Yes," the girl frowned, suddenly worried. Her relationship with Jo had been solid up until a few months ago. Then the English girl had started to be secretive, unwilling to say what she was doing or who she was with. A shiver ran up Tatya's spine as she realized that she hadn't spoken to her friend in nearly a month.

Tony smiled, glad that the conversation was back under his control.

"Two years ago," he said, "Jo wanted to start a business, coffee bar I believe? Down on Younge St?

Tataya nodded. The bar had been on the ground floor of one of the office buildings. Lot's of walk ins from the business folks and passing tourists too. Jo had even had a fiberglass moose with coffee cups painted on the side erected outside as part of the promotion. The bar hadn't been as successful as she hoped and had staggered on for only a year before it was forced to close.

"You countersigned her business loan," Tony said simply.

He settled back while various thoughts played themselves on the redhead's face. Shock and disbelief were just the openers. Soon bewilderment and betrayal followed.

"I…I don't understand," Tataya said, "look I signed for administrative reasons. Jo said that the loan people needed someone with a Canadian tax history that goes back at least five years and that she didn't qualify. I mean who would give me a loan for Gods sake? I have no assets, I live at my parents…."

She looked up at Tony's smiling face.

"Oh Fuck" she said.

Tony had walked around and was sitting on the edge of his desk.

"This is the way it is Red," he said, 'you and little Jojo come to me for a loan. Now I like your business plan and being, shall we say, the lender of last resort, I'm more than happy to advance the dough."

He reached forward, stroking Tatya's breasts through the stretched fabric of her bra. The girl whimpered and tried to pull away. Carlo, grabbed a handful of her auburn hair and twisted, forcing her to look up at Tony's leering and haggard face.

"I have to say that JoJo understood her responsibilities. When it became obvious that she couldn't pay the interest with her regular job she offered to work it off here at my club. Hostess, dancer, barmaid, whatever made her a buck or two. Now and then some high roller would come into town looking for an escort and I'd point him in JoJo's direction….. for a cut." He leered. "Yeah that JoJo was something special…"

He took his hand from Tatya's tit and dried it on his suit.

"Anyway, she's gone now, little bitch chose to run off. Which leaves you responsible for the debt. Now I told you what you could do to help me out. Guys like me always have problems with the City… rezoning, extra taxes. Having someone inside that can get me the heads up would be very valuable to me. I suggest you think it over. Not only will you pay off your debts I'm sure I can find a little extra to make it worth your while? Cant be easy living at home now can it? Bet you'd like a place of your own?"

"No!" She had stopped sobbing. Now that she knew that Joanna was safe and far away from this lowlife she had been able to reassert her self control. She looked up at him and once again black and green eyes vied for dominance. This time it was Tony that looked away first.

"Yeah well," he said returning to his seat. "Little cupcake like you probably doesn't have access to anything useful anyway. So that leaves me with a problem. You see sweetheart a deal is a deal. If I let you two little cunts walk out on a hundred and fifty kays of my money then some people will think I've gone soft. I'll need to make an example and as Jojo isn't here that only leaves me with you."

Tatya thought for a moment. "Ok," she said, "I won't spy for you but I don't want to be "an example" either. What do I have to do?"

Tony settled back and smiled. "There is one way you can pay me back my money honey."

"What are you thinking my slave?" He asked.

Sapphire looked up, her blue eyes shining in the light of the fire. For a moment he thought he could sense some dampness there, the glistening of a tear. Then she looked down in perfect submission, her bowed head and thick lashes hiding her eyes from sight.

"N..Nothing Master," Saffie said trying and failing to control her voice.

"I see," he said, settling back in his armchair and savoring both his brandy and the warmth of the fire. Chicago gets cold in winter, very cold and this year the snows had come early. Outside it was shaping up to be a white Christmas and He could think of no finer thing than to be in his own home with a roaring fire, a glass of brandy and a near naked slave girl for company.

His eyes flickered towards the large padded duffel bag that had been delivered that morning and which sat beneath the elegantly decorated Christmas tree. He allowed himself a small chuckle. Perhaps there was something that could make it even better.

He looked down just in time to see Sapphire lower her eyes again. There was the suggestion of a look on her face, not exactly worry but….

He settled back watching his slave closely. Sapphire was kneeling in a standard rest position, her ass resting lightly on her heels, legs open, back arched, chest thrust outwards in a most pleasing way. Her long blonde hair fell onto her shoulders and the powder blue see through negligee she was wearing. Beneath that the tight royal-blue corset and blue stockings added to her sexy outfit. She was holding His crop in the palms of her outstretched gloved hands, her forehead almost touching the instrument of correction. Not that a crop was necessary, it never had been, all through her service Saffie had never done so much as one thing wrong. Her submission was perfect, her obedience absolute.

And that, in many ways, was what the contents of the bag was all about.

"Look at me," He said, his voice calm, soft, demanding but gentle. Saffie looked up, the questions and tears in her eyes now evident. Reaching down he stroked her cheek, letting one finger flick the large O ring that adorned the blue leather collar she wore.

"Tell me what troubles you girl?" he said, in a tone of voice not quite an order.

Sapphire bit her cherry lip and forced a worried smile. "Nothing My Master. Your girl is just melancholy, at Christmas she sometimes gets silly, misses some of her old friends, family…"

"Ah I see," he said pausing, "does my slave perhaps regret her choice to give herself to her Master? Regret her life here?"

She looked horrified. The fear and panic in her eyes was almost like a blow. He knew that if she had not been under the strictest orders to hold her position, then she would have sought comfort in his arms.

"Sit on my knee girl," he said kindly, watching the look of joy that swept over her face. Trembling, she quickly rose, slipping onto his knee like an excited schoolgirl with Santa.

He parted the front of the negligee and stroked her breast though the corset.

"Look at me," he commanded, favoring her with a rare smile as her blue eyes met his.

"Let me tell you what I think," He said, stroking her pale skin and feeling the goose bumps. "I think my little one is worried. I think she asks herself why, when she has submitted freely to me, when she has given me her very soul, I should want to take another."

He watched her, noticing how she looked down. "I think my little one can't understand why, after you gave yourself freely, I would pay someone for a girl who has no interest in being a slave, a girl who would probably scorn the gift you gave me. I further think that that silly part of her, that part that believes she is not good enough, thinks that her Master is passing her over for another, someone prettier, or smarter, or better in some way. I think she fears He doesn't love her any more?" He wiped a tear from her face. "Now, isn't that true?"

Saffie sniffed a little and nodded.

He nodded towards the bag. "I have that girl for three reasons. First my girl is a natural submissive, you took to your new life so easily. I determined that I needed a hobby, a challenge to train and the auction house tells me that this girl is one of the most difficult they ever encountered. Second, there are things I needed to explore, questions about the use of pain and pleasure that I could never try on one I love so dearly, even if she were happy to submit to them." Reaching up he stroked her face. "Finally, in order to teach my slave her true worth and virtues it is necessary to show her someone who has none of them, let her see the pain and effort needed to give someone those talents my slave finds so easy. Let her finally accept her value to me through the suffering of another."

Saffie nodded and managed a small smile.

"Better now?"

"Yes Master, your girl was being silly."

He gave her another smile. "Good," he said, "now shall we unwrap our presents?

Reaching down He unzipped the bag. The Auction house had done a good job of packing the new girl for transport. Inside the walls of the bag where padded, reinforced so that it kept its shape rather than deform to the body inside it. In the center of the bag the girl was strapped into a tight fetal ball. Knees strapped up near her chin, ankles hogtied tightly to her monogloved arms. All in all she was a vision on tight leather. Bound silent and almost immobile waiting for Him to release and command her.

He chuckled. Well perhaps not command, at least not yet. He'd seen the look in her eye when they had dragged her onto the auction stage. Pissed did not come close to describing her mood and it had been the fire in her green eyes that had first attracted him to her. Yes if the old adage was true then the difficult woman would make the best slave.

Parting the bag He looked down at her head. She was pretty he knew, even though you couldn't tell at the moment. A thick, black leather blindfold covered her eyes while a matching padded penis gag filled her small mouth. Even her ears were covered, a pair of headphones filling her ears with white noise effectively cutting off her senses. He knew that this transport rig was intended to disorientate the slaves, the sensory depravation leaving them easier to handle during the initial twenty four hours. He remembered the look in her green eyes and knew he would need all the help he could get.

Just then the girl bucked against the straps that held her and screamed into the gag. It wasn't a loud sound, certainly there was no chance it could be heard outside. Still it suggested that it was time to release her a little

Carefully he rolled the girl onto her side, reaching down to stroke her naked breast.

" Mff!!" Tatyana gasped, trying to twist away from his probing fingers.

"I sense a little resistance," He said, even though she couldn't hear him. He looked up and pointed out a vibrator on a side table. As Saffie dutifully retrieved it He looked down at his prey. Saffie slipped the vibe into his hand then slave knelt next to her new sister's side. "Now little one, let's see if you dislike all my touches?"

He turned on the vibrator, noting with satisfaction that the blindfold and headphones meant that Katya had no warning what was coming next.

Reaching down he tore aside the helpless girl's adult incontinence pants and exposed her sex. Tatyana tensed, sensing that he was there and that something was happening, but unable to tell just what it was. She let out a brief mew as he parted her pussy lips with his fingers. Then, before she recovered from that shock he touched the vibe to her clit moving it up and down her exposed slit.

Tatyana yelped, trying to twist her hips away from his probing fingers, trying to escape the buzzing toy. She blushed fiercely as she felt his hands stroking her naked body. Unable to see, hear, move or make a sound, the touch of his hand and the teasing of the toy started to fill her small world. Weakly she shook her head, fighting the sensation, begging it to stop. Then the moment she had feared, the tell-tale trickle of moisture down her thigh. Blushing with shame she trembled under his touch.

"Your new sister is pretty isn't she slave," He asked looking up to see the blonde girl watching with fascination, "sensitive too and oh so needy. She thinks she's strong and that can tough it out." He stroked her wet thigh. "Poor little girl, what chance do you have when even your own body turns against you?"

"Slave?"

Sapphire looked up, eyes twinkling. "Yes Master?"

"I want you to go down to the dungeon and prepare one of the cages for our guest. You will find instructions down there as to food and drink. Should she try and speak with you, you should ignore her and not speak or make a sound," He ordered, "not a word no matter what she says or does. Is that clear?"

Saffie pressed her lips firmly together and nodded. Smiling he reached over and kissed her forehead. "Good girl." Bending down he kissed her lips. "Now go and make the preparations." He said. Saffie rose to her feet, curtsied politely, then headed off in the direction of the basement stairs.

Turning back to the girl in the bag he reached down and removed the headphones.

Tatyana reared up to the limits of the straps holding her.

"Mfff!!???"

"Hello Tatyana," He said, keeping his voice firm but pleasant, "welcome to my home."

She turned her head as far as her collar would allow, just far enough that her blindfolded face looked in his direction.

"Mfff??? mfff!!!"

He touched the thick leather blindfold. "Of course you haven't seen me yet have you baby?"

The girl strained at her bonds... "Ummmmff!"

He laughed and ran his fingers through her damp hair. "You know right now I could fuck you and let you go without fear of the police. Rape you and dump you by the roadside somewhere with no possible comeback, no identification?"

Tatyana turned white and immediately stopped struggling. "M... mff... mfffff, she begged, shaking her head, "Ummmmf!"

He stroked her breast. "Once I remove the blindfold I can never let you go." He said wistfully, "you will be mine forever." Reaching down he placed a hand on the blindfold fingers reaching for the edges ignoring Tatyana's feeble attempts to pull away.

He paused for a moment, while she shook her head and moaned in fear. The he let his hand slide down brushing her cheek with his fingers. "Now, I'm going to remove your gag. In exchange you will be a good girl for me and keep very quiet. Agreed?"

"Ummmpph!"

He nodded. That was half of the deal he wanted, though even now he doubted that she would keep her part. "You will give me no trouble when I choose to gag you again understand?"

"Ummmpphhhh!"

He rolled his eyes. "Nod if you agree."

Tatyana signed and thought for a moment. Really she had no choice if she wanted to be rid of the gag. Inside the armbinder she kept her fingers firmly crossed as she nodded slowly.

He reached for the buckle at the back of her head. In truth there was no danger in leaving her ungagged at this time of night. The house was secluded and he knew that there was little chance of her being heard.

She didn't disappoint, the moment the huge rubber dick was removed from her mouth Tatyana started to scream.

"HELP!!! SOMEBODY!!!"

"Is that being quiet?" He asked as he rolled one of her naked nipples.

Tatyana yelped. "STOP! Let me go!!"

He pulled her head back roughly by the hair, jamming the rubber cock deep into her mouth before forcing her head down and bucking the gag tight.

"Ummpppphhh," Tatyana protested, but she knew that she had failed. Nobody had heard her cries and worst still she had probably angered the madman that held her.

He didn't say anything at first, instead he busied himself rolling the bound girl completely clear of the transport bag. When he finally did speak Tatyana was relieved when instead of being angry his voice sounded more disappointed, like in some way she had let him down.

"Such a stupid girl," he said "to defy someone who has the power of life and death over you is stupid enough. To do it and gain absolutely no advantage is doubly stupid. I had thought you were smarter than that."

Reaching down he removed the blindfold.

Tatyana blinked at the sudden light and looked up. The man who stood over her was in his mid thirties, with a tall, heavy build and thinning light brown hair. He wore a small goatee beard and moustache which, like his hair, was peppered with gray.

He reached into his pocket. " Traditionally there are two ways to handle slaves," he said, as if conducting a lecture, "cooperation and coercion. What we just tried was cooperation, and you abused it. Now we will try coercion." He took a stun gun from the pocket and held it a few inches from her face.

Tatyana blinked and looked up, her eyes suddenly full of fear.

"I see you recognize this little toy? I'm told that the people at the auction house use them on difficult girls. I'm sure I don't need to tell you of its effects?" She gave the gun another fearful look and shook her head. "Good that will save us some time." He fired the gun watching impassively as the sparks arced between the electrodes.

Tatya looked up fearfully... whimpering...

"I'm going to untie your legs now," He said in a no-nonsense voice, "fight me and I will use this on you." He stroked the folds between her legs. "Give me any trouble, any at all, and I will put the gun right here and teach you the meaning of pain."

Tatyana's eyes widened with horror as she tried to squirm away from his touch.

"So, do we understand each other?"

The girl whimpered, large green eyes begging for mercy "MM"PPPHHH UHHHHH!"

"Good."

Reaching down he started to unbuckle the leather binder that covered her long athletic legs. He released the hogtie first, letting her straighten for the first time in several hours. As she groaned and whimpered out her relief he loosened the other straps, finally pulling the binder clear of her legs. He paused for a moment, massaging her calves and the backs of her knees as full circulation was restored. Then he unfastened the strap that bound her knees to the O ring on the front of her leather collar letting the girl stretch out fully for the first time. A few more minutes of careful massaging and then he parted her legs, pulling the remains of the adult diaper clear.

"There," he said, "I'm sure that feels a lot better?"

For a second she glared at him, then the look in her eyes softened and she looked down, nodding sullenly.

He opened the side pouch of the bag and withdrew pair of wide leather cuffs linked together with a short length of chain. She gave a muffled complaint but didn't fight as he stepped them onto her ankles.

"Good girl," he said, kissing her forehead. "Keep doing what you're told and we will get along famously."

He pulled her upright and fastened a leash to the O ring on her collar. Standing he dragged her to her feet.

"Come with me," he said starting forward towards the door. Afraid of the stun gun but also afraid of where he was taking her Tatyana held back a moment; feeling the leash tighten against her collar as he walked towards the door.

He turned and looked at her coldly. "I ordered you to follow me girl," He said, his voice stern and demanding.

Tatyana whimpered, wanting to resist but understanding her situation. She was naked but for her bonds, her arms fastened tightly behind her, neck collared, her jaw aching from the gag.

"Mmmpphhh," she moaned pitifully. But this time when he tugged the leash she responded, shuffling after him, naked feet on polished wooden floors and the rattle of the hobble chain the only sound as she followed him to the basement door.

They started down into the cellars, Tatya carefully picking her way down the steep stairs. For a moment she was tempted to barge him down the stairs, but one look at his hand showed the leash wrapped tightly around his palm. If she pushed the leash would pull her down too, with no free arms to protect her there was every chance that she would be seriously injured.

Following on she found herself in a small finished den. Comfy chairs and a couch were arranged around a large screen TV and audio setup.

Over in one corner was a wet bar in the other a bookcase. Here though there was a break from the norm. One of the bookcases was pulled over to one side revealing a large steel security door that also stood open. It didn't take Tatyana long to realize their final destination. She held back again for a moment, eyes looking at the steel door with dread.

Tatyana whimpered, her eyes tearing and sending streaks of dark mascara down her cheeks. The room beyond the door was full of equipment, racks of electronics, wooden benches, posts, crosses and cages. One thing Tatyana knew was that she wanted nothing to do with any of it.

"Ummm?" she stopped, refusing to go further, shaking her head and whimpering into the thick gag.

He only laughed. "Don't be bashful, he said, tugging at the leash. Then when she still resisted his voice became colder. "Don't make me hurt you!" he warned.

She looked up at him and fining no pity in his dark eyes lowered her head and followed submissively behind.

He lead her over to a large comfortable leather chair set up almost like a throne in one corner of the room. Beside the chair Tatyana noticed another girl dressed in light blue lingerie. The girl was kneeling, gloved hands outstretched and holding a leather riding crop. Her blonde head was bowed, almost touching the crop.

He sat.

"Has all been prepared Sapphire?" he asked, his eyes still fixed on the near naked Tatya.

"All has been prepared my Master," Saffie said, raising her blue eyes for a moment.

He yanked the leash. "Kneel," he ordered, "show respect to your new lord and Master."

"MMPPPHHH!" Tatya looked down at the girl in blue. "Ummmm heeeee?" she moaned, desperately.

He looked at her coldly. "I told you to kneel," he said, "I will not tell you again"

Tatyana shivered and looked around the room, at the wooden cross, the rack. The place resembled nothing less than a high tech torture chamber and with fear in her heart she realized that was exactly what it was.

Her captor sighed. "I do so hate it when they are difficult," he said stroking Sapphire's cheek.

Taking the stun gun from his pocket he stuck it into Tatya's naked side and pressed the trigger.

Tatyana shuddered, her side suddenly alive with pain, for a moment the room faded as she felt her legs buckling beneath her. She managed a small muffled "uupphh" before she collapsed to the floor.

He looked down. "Now, I think you can make it into a kneeling position from there don't you?"

Tatya lay moaning for a moment as she gradually regained control of her trembling body. She became aware slowly of the throbbing in her side, of her face pressed hard against the cold floor.

"Now, kneel."

Tatya opened her eyes slowly, sobbing into the gag as she tried to struggle up into a kneeling position.

"I don't have all day.."

Somehow Tatyana dragged herself to her knees, body now dirty with grit and dust. For a moment she rested, panting as she breathed through her nose.

"Look at me."

She looked up, her eyes moist with tears.

"I'm going to remove the gag," he told her, "Don't bother screaming because no one can hear you. The ability to speak is a gift from your Master and not a right. I will tolerate no profanity, no hysteria, you will speak only in respectful tones. Deviate from these guidelines and you will be gagged again. You will also be punished."

At the mention of punishment Tatyana whimpered, eyes wide, shaking her head. She glanced sideways at the blonde girl. But the girl in blue had not moved from her respectful kneeling position, and was not acknowledging the situation at all.

"Is that clear?"

The sound of His voice made her look his way once more. She nodded. "Ummpphh."

"Very well, lean forward." She waited patiently while he unbuckled the gag from behind her head and pulled the plug from her mouth.

"Would you like a drink?"

Tatyana shook her head.

"Some ground rules then," he said, reaching down and stroking the tears from her cheek. "First, you are here to be trained as a sex slave. You will refer to me as Master. Lack of proper respect and title is subject to punishment."

She looked at him, eyes wide too scared to say anything.

"Second, you will obey my instructions first time every time and without hesitation. Third, being ungagged is a privilege not a right, you will only speak when spoken to, when given verbal permission to speak or if you need to bring an urgent matter to my attention is that clear?"

Tatyana paused, looking down at the stun gun still in his hand. Then she nodded.

"Speak!"

She looked up eyes tearing again. "Y..yes... I understand."

His dark eyes looked into her soul.

"If you badmouth me I will gag you. If you struggle I will tie you down. If you fight I will whip you. If you disobey you will be punished. Is that clear?"

Tatyana pouted. "Yes…. Master."

Quick as a flash he fastened a metal clamp to her right nipple. The serrated jaws bit deeply into her flesh, making her squeal with pain.

"And that is what we do for pouting," he said, watching her red face as she sobbed.

She struggled fitfully, tears now rolling down her cheeks.

"Painful?" he asked, "Would you like that removed?"

She looked up, blinking down her own tears. "Y... yes...," she stuttered, "please take it off."

"Will you pay attention to my words?"

She bit her lip, the throbbing pain in her nipple now dull and agonizing. "Y..Yes... yes I will..."

"Then ask nicely" he said "say "Please Master, this slave begs to have the clamp removed.""

Tatyana whimpered, humiliated to have to say such things but the pain was too much to bare. She looked down and snuffled. P..please M..Master... this slave.... begs to have the clamp removed.. ughhhhhh!"

Bending down he removed the clamp. "There," He said, "Easy. Now for a few questions."

* daire feels the pain subsiding...

"Do you suck?" he asked innocently.

Tatya blinked. "W..what?"

"Cock sweetheart," he said, smiling at her discomfort, "are you a cock sucker?"

Tatyana flushed with anger. I won't...no .. you're not gonna get away with this…" she started.

He clamped the other nipple. Watching as she gasped with pain and surprise.

"Let's ask that question again," he said, "are you a cock sucker?"

Tatyana bit her lip against the pain and shook her head. "N.. no! No way... not willingly ..not for you!"

He only smiled evilly. "Tell me do you find the clamp painful?"

She blinked. "Yes ... but I won't…"

He laughed. "Tell me sweetheart, do you really believe that what YOU want, has any meaning in this place?"

She remained quiet, biting her lip and looking down at the painful clamp.

He clamped the other nipple. Watching as she winced and fought back a scream of pain.

"There are a lot of nerve endings in the female body," he told her, his voice almost conversational, "little painful places. I know them all. I can magnify this pain a thousand, a million times.

"You're sick," she spat. But the trembling of her body and the fat tears rolling down her cheek showed that the fight was going against her. A moment later she gave a wretched moan.

"When you were with your boy.. your EX boyfriend, did you suck him?"

"F…fuck off!"

He shook his head. "I see," he said, twisting the right nipple clamp.

Tatya screamed in agony.

"Now try again, He said, "a you a cock sucker?"

"Y…yes," she screamed panting, "Yes! Owwwww!"

"Do you swallow?"

"N…. no! Pleeeease!"

"Anyone ever fucked you up the ass?"

"No!!!"

"Do you eat pussy?"

Tatyana was starting to feel sick, her head buzzing with blood the pain unbearable. "N..no," she spluttered.

Ever been eaten by a woman?"

Unable to speak Tatya shook her head. No.

"Ever kissed a woman?"

"Owwwww! P…please I…I've never done anything with a woman!"

He nods. "Very well." He let go of the clamp but left both firmly in place. He settled back to watch the sobbing girl as she panted before him. It was important in these early stages to show her that any misbehavior, any bending of the rules, any deviation from his will would be swiftly and brutally punished. It was a lesson he hoped he would only need to teach once. It was a lesson he hoped she understood.

"What has this taught you?" he asked, his voice soft.

She looked up, her tearstained face flushed with anger. He could see in her eyes how her need for independence and her need to avoid suffering were in deep conflict. For the moment her stuborn streak was winning, but even now he could see the fear and doubt in her pretty eyes.

"That Y..you are a sadis..." She paused, looked down, choking back her anger as her instinct for self preservation won out. pauses... biting

"Your assessment that I am a sadist is wrong," he said, "a sadist is someone who gets sexual pleasure from another's pain. Doing this to you gives me no such pleasure. It is a necessary part of teaching you the virtue of absolute obedience to my will."

She said nothing, looking at the floor and sobbing.

"Now, would you like the clamps removed?"

She sobbed, "Yes please...Master," she said grudgingly. If it got the clamps off she would play his game.

He nodded. "Better," he said, "but I taught you how to ask properly. Do it the right way this time."

She sighed in pain and frustration. "Please Master this slave begs to have the clamps removed."

Reaching forward he removed the clamps.

He let her recover for a moment. Turning his attention to the shivering Sapphire.

In all her years with him Sapphire had never disobeyed a direct order and had never knowingly failed him. Now she looked up, blue eyes perhaps a little fightened. Gently he stroked her face bending forward to kiss her. Saffie sighed contentedly, happy to have back the loving Master she knew. He smiled at her.

"Go upstairs Saffie," he said, "prepare the bed and a bath. I will call you in advance about when to run the water."

She smiled. "Yes my Master," she said, happy to be able to serve him. Bowing she rose to her feet, backing towards the dungeon door before slipping through it. He glanced back at his difficult new slave, just in time to see a look in her eyes, a look of need and envy, one he was sure more to do with Saffie's status rather than her physical freedom.

"Lean forward," he said.

Mute, Tatyana shook her head, too scared to comply.

"Rule one was first time every time slave," he warned, "so far I've been lenient with you. I'm giving you today to get used to things…….."

Tatyana suddenly panicked, thinking he was reaching for the dreaded clamps again, She pulled back only as far as the leash would let her.

"…any hesitation in following my orders tomorrow will be punished severely, clear?"

Reaching down he took the leash, pulling on it and drawing her to him by the collar. He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back.

"There are 2 ways we start training a new girl," he said, "we can treat her like a human, explain her duties and hope she has the sense to obey. Or we can treat her like you would an unmanageable dog. Remove every benefit, every comfort, punish even the most minor transgression. Repeat and punish until she does as she's told out of fear."

He looked into her eyes as she struggled and whimpered.

"Normally, I give a girl the benefit of the doubt explain the situation and treat her kindly." He nodded towards the door. "That was the way Saffie was trained. Tonight she will sleep in a soft bed, eat decent food. You on the other hand have acted like a bitch since you got here. And if you are going to act like a bitch I will treat you like one. From now on you are a doggie level two. That means that every disobedience will be corrected and every creature comfort removed. You

will be petted and given treats only if you are good. Level one is brutally severe, so much so that you will be less than an animal inside of a month. You are a heartbeat from being made a level one doggie little girl, don't disappoint me again!"

Tatyana glared back, then spat in his face.

He wiped her spittle from his face.

"I see…"

The corner was tiled with drains set in the floor. Tatyana lay on her side sobbing. She had regretted the spitting less than a heartbeat after she did it. Not because the bastard didn't deserve it, but because she knew that his revenge was likely to be terrible.

She was weakening already. She could feel part of herself wanting to obey without question, not through fear, though the rest of her was terrified, but from an odd attraction. He took no crap from her, he was demanding, cruel and powerful. That part of her that had always been attracted to bad boys, the part that always landed her with unsuitable boyfriends was starting to find him immensely attractive. If the rest of her personality curled up in a ball through fear then she would find herself kneeling just like the other girl. Her eyes widened as a flash of jealousy gripped her. Oh God no!

He walked over, and she looked up, eyes settling first on his shoes then continuing up to his dark eyes.

"I was going to let you shower," he said, "but this is how we clean little doggies." He held up a fire hose, pointing the nozzle towards she. She managed to gasp out a "No, please Master!" before the powerful wave of cold water hit her. Fore a second she was stunned. Desperately she tried to shield herself but her arms were still strapped behind her in the arm binder. Unable to protect herself any other way she tried to dodge the spray. Whimpering and crying as the water found it's mark again and again.

She found herself sobbing, crying, half drowning in the torrent. The water was so powerful that it moved her across and into the corner, the force blasting her skin. Screaming, crying she begged for it to stop.

Suddenly it was over. The water stopped. By this time she was sitting in the corner, her knees up against her chest, crying.

"So, do I have to train you as a dog?"

Tatyana shivered in the puddle about her, feeling the hair matted about her face. She shivered. The smart thing would be to beg his forgiveness. But that scared her more and more because so much of her wanted to do it. She was afraid that if she weakened any more, even a little strategic surrender, that there would be no way back.

Sniffing, she glared at him.

He sighed. She was making this far more difficult than it needed to be. It seemed the auction house was right about her being stubborn. It was becoming a game of sadistic chicken, each seeing who would become sick of the abuse first. He sighed and rolled his hand into a fist. He would not blink first.

"Wrong answer bitch."

He slammed on the water again. She yelped and struggled, the cold eating into her bones, sapping her strength and energy. Now a new component entered the equation, not just strength of will but the body that supported it. As her core temperature fell. Her body made the decision her mind couldn't.

She rolled into a fetal ball, protecting her face from he spray, with her back to the force of the hose. She was shivering, whimpering, begging. He turned of the water and rolled her over with his foot.

"Will you spit again?"

Tatyana remained silent, dripping wet, her body mottled with Goosebumps.

"I asked a question?"

She shivered. "S… sorry Master."

He nodded. "Good." Pulling her to her feet he led her the short distance to a small steel cage. The cage was made up of welded steel bars a few inches apart. It had enough space to allow a grown woman to kneel or lie rolled up inside but there was not enough space for her to fully straighten out.

"Inside, now," he ordered. When she hesitated he took a crop to her ass. "I said inside!"

Cold and shivering Tatyana crawled into the cage.

"Better!" He closed the cage door and locked it.

Reaching through the bars he worked on the straps holding the arm binder in place. Tatyana curled into a ball shivering and crying.

#When I ordered you to lean forward," he said, picking at the wet leather straps, "I was going to take this off. In future you will obey rather than guess my motives understand?"

Tatya mumbled a soft reply.

"Louder!"

"Yes... Master," Tatyana closed her eyes and wished it was a dream, a bad dream, but she knew it wasn't. She knew she couldn't bare any more of this, another day, two at the most and he would break her. Part of her suggested a strategic compliance with his wishes but that way offered the prospect of total surrender. She would fight until the end. Or so she thought…

"Much better, he said nodding, "Hungry?"

"No!"

He dropped two leather cuffs into the cage. "Put there on your wrists, tightly"

Sighing Tatyana picked up the cuffs, too cold, too tired to resist right now. She fastened them snuggly about each wrist.

He dropped in two small padlocks. "Now lock them.

She picked up the locks, numb fingers working on autopilot, snapping them trough the eyelet on each wrist. She adjusted each cuff, feeling the leather against her wrists, the rattle of the little locks as she moved them for a little more comfort.

"Good girl, now one last thing before bedtime." He said dropping a small travel shaving kit through the bars of the cage, "shave off your pubic hair."

She looked up shocked... "W..what! no!"

"Is there a problem?" he asked, raising a stern eyebrow.

* She looked up, then curled her knees to her chest, covering herself

"You've been here a couple of hours now slave," she said, slowly sitting on a stool by the cage, "you should know two things by now. First, I always get what I want. Second, disobedience is always painful

with that in mind you will shave your pussy."

"Now!"

She swallowed. If she thought it over this was a no brainer. Whatever he did to punish her was bound to be much worse than what he wanted. This was a strategic withdrawal that she couldn't only afford to make, it was one she would be foolish to hold out on. But she found she wanted to be forced, she would capitulate the moment punishment was suggested, but she had to make sure he knew that she resisted. It was a pride thing.

"And third...your an asshole!" she heard herself say. She grabbed the kit and threw it out of the cage. "I will not do that while you watch."

"I see," he said standing. He walked across the room to where a long pole like contraption was locked to the wall. He paused a moment, working on the lock that held the device to the wall. "Are you a city girl slave?" he asked over his shoulder as he fiddled with the chain.

"Yes," she said, "but you know that already…" She was sure that Tony had told the auction house all about her and that they in turn had passed it on to her new "owner."

"I wasn't sure," he said hefting the pole thing from the wall, "In that case I don't suppose you come across cattle prods very often in urban government?"

She looked at him blankly then looked at the pole thing again.

"Just in case you don't know this is a cattle prod," he continued, "similar to the stun gun I used with you before but made to use on cattle and so much more powerful."

He walked towards her. Tatyana looked up terrified.

He tossed the shaving kit back through the bars of the cage. " I believe you were going to shave for me?" he asked sweetly.

She looked at the prod, then at the kit, then rubbed the small sore spot on her side where the stun gun had fired. Sighing she opened the kit, took out the razor and the cream and started to lather her pubic fur. Jaw clenched in frustration, she took the razor and started to draw it across her pubes, flicking the creme out of the cage.

He slid a small plastic beaker of water through the bars.

Tatyana sniffed, feeling the tender skin exposed to the air, sensitive and soft, as the razor did its work. Pulling the reddening skin taught as she shaved the lips. Finally, she finished off and rinsed. Tatya trembled feeling her sex exposed, tender and cooling in the air, more naked than she had thought possible. She blushed.

"Good," he said, dropping a small vibrator through the bars, "now you will masturbate for me. You will not cum without asking permission."

Tatya gasped, flushed with humiliation. However one look at the cattle prod was enough to convince her that she should comply. She turned on the vibe, pressing it to the newly sensitive flesh of her pussy. She started to move it up and down her slit, eyes closed, gasping with the sensation. Her pride wouldn't let him watch though. She closed her legs about her hand, hiding her shame.

"Open wide girl," she said, a warning tone in his voice, "I want to see what I own."

"Fuck you Master!" she grunted, but even as she said the words her body obeyed him, she felt her knees opening slowly, exposing her shaved sex and her wet pussy as she slowly milked herself for him.

"I think I warned you about swearing didn't I?" He said, his voice so cold it sent a shiver up her spine. He dropped a ball gag though the bars. "Take this rub the ball in that juicy pussy and stuff it in your big, foul mouth. My tolerance is wearing thin my own fault of course for going easy on you. Now, I'm waiting."

She had no choice. Gingerly she picked up the gag and brushed the red ball though her cunt juices. Then, barely able to hold back her disgust, she opened her mouth and shoved the musky ball home, strapping it in place.

"Of course this leaves the question of how you will beg for release," He mused.

He looked down at her as she worked her wet hole. She was trembling now her body quaking as she ran the vibe up and down.

Tatyana felt the sensation as her fingers worked on her sex. She had closed her eyes trying to blot out the distractions, the realization that she was performing a private sex show for this man. But it was hard, the fear was taking the edge off her probing and made it difficult to concentrate. She moaned, rubbing a finger through her folds, the head of the vibrator on her clit. Sighing Tatyana ground her hips against her hand shivering, trying to make it happen. She crept closer… closer to the edge. Gasping she felt a knot of pleasure growing between her thighs.

And then he reached down and took the vibrator away.

She blinked, opened her eyes. What the?

"You don't get to cum until you beg your Master for the privilage slave," he said.

Frustrated, Tatyana reached up for the buckle of the gag.

"No, no," he tutted, "the gag comes out when you promise to be respectful." He grabbed her hands and pulled them through the bars at the far end of the cage. A moment later he had locked her wrists together.

"Would you like the gag out?" he asked sweetly.

"MMPHPPHHH!!!!" She squealed, yanking at her bonds and rattling the cage.

He captured a thrashing leg, rapidly wrapping a leather cuff about the ankle. "The price of having the gag out is respect," he told her as he locked the ankle to the side of the cage.

Caught on the edge of orgasm the girl struggled wildly, banging on the cage and rearing up as he seized her remaining leg.

"That means no asshole, no swearing, just yes Master, thank you Master." He locked down the leg. Now she was strapped firmly to the sides of the cage, open and vulnerable.

Taking the vibrator he reached through the bars opening her shaved sex and moving the toy up and down the slit.

"There," he said, flickering her clit and working his way slowly around her pussy lips, "does that feel good slave?"

"Unghhh, Tatyana moaned, feeling the toy probing through her sex. He touched the recently shaved areas the skin sensitive and bare. He legs strained against her bonds, eyes closed she shook her head.

"No?"

She nodded, flushed.

"I believe we have a communication problem slave," he said, stroking her wetness with a fingertip. "I will remove the gag if you promise respect?"

"Ummmmppphhhh," she nodded.

"Very well then," reaching up he removed the gag, rolling the ball from her mouth, leaving it around her neck like a necklace.

"Now does that feel good slave?"

Tatyana wiggled her jaw to get the cramps out. Then she arched her back and sighed. She was ready now, almost desperate. She tried to think of a response but her kind was too flooded with sensation. From somewhere far away she heard her own voice…

"Y…yes Master."

This time there had been no hesitation, she had said what he wanted because she had to.

Slowly he slid the vibrator inside her. A wet slurping noise accompanying every thrust as he pumped.

"Ohhh," she moaned, rearing up. She truly felt her helplessness at that moment. Not only was this man, her captor, touching her most personal, sensitive places, he also controlled her sex completely. Helpless, a spectator in her own body she bucked and moaned as He stroked her clit with a second toy. The sensation was intense, left her panting, whimpering, as the toys reached deep into her sex. Touching sensitive spots. Her arms were numb she trust up wanting to feel something.

"Do you want to cum slave?" he asked, working both toys in unison, "hummmm?"

"Ohhhhh.... ohhh yes," Tatyana heard herself say. She felt her cheeks burn with humiliation, shame making her nipples pink as her treacherous mouth continued. "Yes Master."

"Then cum for me.......now," He ordered upping his pace, milking her spasming pussy.

"Unghhhh," she moaned trying to let herself cum, wiggling her ass against the thrusting toy. She could feel him moving the toys, working cunt and clit together, teasing, probing relentlessly using her body. Tatyana shuddered moaning deeply, her conscious mind jammed by an avalanche of sensations. He was good, he knew how to use a woman's body against her. She tensed, her body rapt in spasm, fair skin flushed, nipples hard as he milked her orgasm, prolonged it, kept it going while she bucked and screamed.

"Was that good slave?"

She almost didn't hear him the sound of her own racing heart filled her ears, she gasped for breath, chest heaving, legs quivering against the bonds.

He asked again and this time it sank in. Slowly she realized what had happened blushing she answered. "Yes... Master."

The hesitation was back he noticed but at least now she was calling him Master without prompting. It was a good start. Already he was thinking of the warm bed upstairs and the soft compliant body of Sapphire ready to relieve the incredible hard on he had.

Still for the moment he was still training the new slave.

"Pleasure like that will be your reward for your unquestioning obedience," he told her as he withdrew the toys, "unimaginable pain will be used to punish any error. Do you understand?"

Tatyana's lips trembled as she felt her pussy spasm one last time as the toy slid slowly out.

"Yes...Master," she moaned.

He stroked her wet pussy. "What is this slave?" he asked.

She gasped, feeling his touch. Her pussy lips were red and tender from the pounding of the dildo. She looked up at him, confused by the question.

"What do you call it?" he clarified, hand stroking up and down the wet length. Already her hips had started to tremble.

She swallowed back a moan. "M..my...pussy?" she asked.

"This is called a cunt," he said firmly, "what is it called?"

She blushed, "A cunt… M…Master?"

"Good girl," he said stroking faster, "and who owns this cunt?"

She could see where this was going. "Wait don't tell me," she smirked, "that would be you Master."

She soon discovered that he was in no mood for flip answers.

He pinched her clit hard, tugging on it until she writhed and squealed with pain.

"AAHHHHH!!!!!"

"Again but this time without the sarcasm," he said coldly.

"Owww... owww... it is yours Master!"

"Good," he said rubbing the tortured flesh better. "Now what is it for?"

She paused, afraid the obvious answer was somehow incorrect.

He slid one finer inside her damp hole and pumped. "Come on, you're not a virgin slave."

Tatyana blushed and bit her lip. "S…sex then? F..fucking," she whimpered, her hips chasing his hand.

"What is it for?" he asked again, the invading finger now joined by a thumb that cruised her pussy lips.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," she swallowed, "I..it is for fucking Master!!!"

"And who fucks it?" he asked pumping faster.

"Unghhh," she moaned her eyes rolling back as the finger probed. She was panting, breathless and hot. From somewhere she managed to say, "Y..you...."

"Again!"

"You fuck it Master!!!"

He slipped in a second finger, then a third, filling her, pumping together. "So what is this cunt for exactly?"

"For…for you to fuck..." she gasped feeling the fingers curling inside her, "Master!!"

"And the mouth? What is that for?" he pressed, as the fingers slipped ever deeper. By now she was gaping, hips chasing his hand as helplessly bound she was inched closer to another orgasm.

Tatyana screwed her nose up. She knew what he wanted her to say, but she had never liked oral sex, didn't want this man to have the poewer to make her do it. "Kissing...Master," she stammered hopefully.

"Its for sucking slave," he said, smiling at her evasion, "what does it suck?" He rubbed her clit with the rough pad of his thumb.

She blushed, feeling the humiliation at what she must say, naked bound open like this, shaved bare. She knew she had no choice.

"Cock, she whispered.

"Whose cock?"

Tatyana turned her head ashamed. "Yours..... Master, she whimpered.

"So what is the mouth for?" he asked, pumping his fingers faster and deeper.

Tatyana sighed, trapped into having to say it.

"Sucking your ... cock... Master..." she moaned, biting her lip as the fingers stroked deeper.

"And when the mouth is not sucking cock, what should I do with it?"

"Uhhhhh... I don't know, she moaned, shaking her head, her damp hair stuck to her head.

"What should I put in that mouth when it is not full of cock?" he asked, pressing on as she bucked his hand. "You know the answer slave."

Tatyana craned her neck looking at the damned gag nestled between her breasts. She closed her eyes moaning, realizing.."

"No..," she whispered pleading with her eyes.

He stroked her G spot leaving her gasping and moaning.

"What should be in the mouth when it is not full of cock?" he asked again stroking the clit and G spot together. "You will answer."

Tatya pouted the taste of rubber still in her mouth "A .. a... gag.." she murmurs at last.

"Again?"

"Unghhhhh a gag... Master!!"

"Is your mouth full of cock now slave?"

"No...," she whimpered, looking down.

"Then you know what to ask of your Master," he said as he moved her to the edge of a 2nd orgasm.

"What?... no please... don't make me unghhhhhhh."

He smiled. "Ask nicely." As he stopped all his teasing.

She moaned, now far too needy to resist. "Please... gag... me Master," she moaned, wiggling her hips against his hand, "please!!"

Removing his fingers, he took a penis gag from his pocket and slid it inside her. She whimpered, bucking, as he pumped it in once, twice, coating it thickly in cunt juices. Then he slipped it into her mouth and buckled it.

Reaching down he started to pump his fingers into her again. This time she was more than ready. He pumped once, twice, and the orgasm started. Her cunt squeezing his fingers as he slipped them in and out, working to her rhythm eking out every spasm until she collapsed, spent on the floor of the cage.

He sid a blanket through the bars and covered her, sliding a pad beneath her back and a pillow for her head. She needed to stay in the cage one night. Long enough to convince her she didn't want to be a "doggie." In the morning faced with the choice of cold dog food or a cooked human breakfast he was sure she would make the right choice.

As she slipped into an exhausted sleep he made his way upstairs to the soft welcome arms of Saffie. Tatyana was going to be a challenge of course but then that was what he paid for. As he locked the door and started up the stairs he was already choosing slave names. Ruby was obvious, perhaps too obvious and he disliked the name. Something red though? Rose? Crimson…… yes! Maybe Crimson….