The New Slave

 

Putting down my paintbrush, I looked at the clock and saw I had only ten minutes until Master William would arrive.  I covered up the painting and put the brushes away, thinking all the time about the strange direction my life had taken over the last two years.  By the time I had put away my paints and put on the handcuffs Master William insisted I wear each time he visited, it was almost time. I felt the rush of fear I always felt before he arrived and worst still, the helpless feeling I hated so much. He had me in a trap and there was no way I could think of to get out of it, at least not without causing some people I loved pain. I took a deep breath and knelt down on the floor, remembering the first time I had knelt before him.

 

Two years earlier.

 

As I looked around the room, I could see two naked girls preparing food in the kitchen and in the other room behind me I knew there were more girls cleaning.   I tried to get my hands loose from behind my back, but like the last dozen times, they stayed tightly bound.  I was kneeling on a cushion, which at least made it a bit more comfortable then the conditions I had been held in previously. The sound of a door shutting and footsteps made all the girls squeal excitedly and run to kneel beside me on the floor. 

 

There were five altogether and by the time I could hear the footsteps enter the room, they had all put their hands behind their head and had spread their knees so their private parts were on show.  I seemed to be the only one scared witless and if it wasn’t for the gag I had been made to wear, I would have been screaming for help. I tried to sit quietly but I could not help but whimper in fear.  One of the girls beside me touched her knee to mine and though it gave me some comfort, it didn’t ease my fear any. 

 

She kept it there as the man moved around and spoke quietly to each girl, the sound of their hushed whispers confusing me.  Maybe this was someone else and not their master, but why would they act like they had if he wasn’t the master.  My heart stopped as his shoes stopped in front of me and a hand raised my chin to look at him.

He was not hurting me but I could feel a certain amount of pressure there too.  “Who is this lovely creature? Slave Gina, can you fill me in on why she is here?” I wanted to pull away from him, but even in his gentle grip there was no give. 

 

“Master, she arrived this morning with that card that is sitting on the bench behind her.”  He let go of my chin and went to read the card.  I began to shake, not knowing what he would find out about me and how he would react.  When he simply put the card down and smiled, I started to relax, but then he sent the other girls except the one he had talked to about me away.  My fear returned as he pulled me up to my feet and again lifted my chin so I had to look at him.  I was so scared I couldn’t help the tears that started to run down my cheeks and flinched when he brought his hand up to wipe them away. 

 

Despite the fact he had done nothing to hurt me yet, I was sure it was only a matter of time before he did.  “Gina, take our new guest into my room and I’ll be there soon.”  His room!  I just wanted to get out of there and the last place I wanted was to be was in his room. “Love, don’t worry, it is not as bad as it seems. Come on, be a good girl and don’t make me drag you.”   She seemed nice and I found my fear lessening a bit as I let her lead me through the house to a large room with a big bed and a large leather couch.  I didn’t have any more time to look around as his footsteps entered the room behind me.  “Gina I…”

 

Surprised as he stopped mid-sentence, I felt his fingers gently touch my very sore bottom.  Even though he was trying not to hurt me, I couldn’t help but moan as he turned me around to face him. I heard a gasp behind me as Gina saw my bottom for the first time too.  “Gina, go and get that ointment on the top shelf and a couple of painkillers.” I was then gently taken over to a large, soft looking cushion. “Can you sit or would you rather kneel?” Though my knees were sore from kneeling all morning, I knew I wasn’t able to sit yet.  “Kneel Master.” Again his hand came to stroke my face, but I still flinched in fear that it would bring me pain.  By the time I had slowly settled down on the cushion, Gina was back with the ointment.  He took it and moved around behind me while Gina knelt down in front of me and allowed me to lean on her shoulder while the ointment was rubbed in. It hurt, despite the fact he was being very gentle and I could feel my tears wetting Gina’s shoulder.   Her hand rubbed my back, something that reminded me of being comforted by my mother and this just made me cry even more.  I panicked as the gag was pulled back into my mouth but then I realised he was pulling it back to undo it, and I sighed as I moved my jaw to ease the ache there. 

 

While I cried softly, they both moved away and talked quietly for a moment, before Gina left the room.  He came back and pulled up a cushion and sat down in front of me.  I had gingerly tried to lower my bottom onto my calves, but it still hurt too much.  Gina came back into the room with a glass of water and what looked to be a life preserver from a boat.  However, it felt like heaven when he placed it on my calves and I was able to rest my bottom on it, the ring in the middle meaning I wasn’t putting all my weight onto my bottom.  He then had me take two tablets and sat back and looked at me.

 

His gaze made me feel nervous and I tried again to get my hands free.  I hated the helplessness I felt and just wanted to feel free again.  “Shh Slave, you are in no danger here.  Now, calm down and tell me your name.”  I could only stare at him. How could he call me slave and then tell me I was in no danger?  No matter how kind he was being now, I just knew that he would be as evil as the man who had hurt me and then just gave me away. However, having no wish to upset him, I focused on what he had asked me. “My name is Jill. Please let me go home, I won’t say anything, please!”  I hadn’t meant to beg, but it just came out. 

 

The expected anger at my outburst didn’t come; instead I could only see pity in his eyes.  He reached out and this time stroked my hair, though I still flinched. “Jill, I am sorry but that is something that will not happen. Your old life is gone and you can never return to it.”  The factual way he dismissed my old life just made be cry again, thinking of all the people I would never see again.  I felt a soft hand on my shoulder and again felt my head being lowered onto Gina’s shoulder.  This time she pulled me even closer and I could feel her breasts rubbing against mine.  The shock caused me to pull back and I looked to see a hurt look briefly cross her face before she smiled gently at me. 

 

 

My emotions were all over the place and I just didn’t know what to think.  I had not meant to hurt Gina’s feelings but the feel of her breasts on mine just felt so wrong and the way he was looking at me just confused me even more. “Jill, I’m sorry to be so blunt but it is best you know the truth. From now on you are my slave and will refer to me as Master William or just Master.  Tell me you understand slave.”  “Yes Master.”  I so wanted to beg him over and over to let me go, but as he was being so nice I didn’t want to risk making him change. He seemed to relax a bit at my answer but then a look I couldn’t read crossed his face.

 

“I need you to tell me about what happened to your bottom.  I assume Master Tony did it but it is important I know why.”  At the sound of Master Tony’s name, I began to shiver and Gina put one arm around my shoulder and squeezed gently. This time I didn’t pull away, her support giving me the strength I needed to tell him about what Master Tony had done.  “Master, I ..he..sorry but I don’t know where to start.”  Master William didn’t seem upset by my stumbled answer. “Slave, I understand how it could be hard to tell me something that could be personal but I need to know.  How about if I ask you some questions, would that help?”  I nodded, happy to let him help me.  “First, how long were you with Master Tony?” 

 

“Um, I think it was about a week but I’m not exactly sure.” He seemed a bit surprised by this but did not pause in his questioning. “Ok, tell me how you happened to be with him.”  My mind immediately went back to the day I was captured. “I was walking home from a late class, having just missed the last bus.  I knew I should have gotten a taxi, but wanted to save the money and after a full day of classes I needed to clear my head.  I was thinking of the work I had to do on my next assignment when someone grabbed me and pulled me into a van.  I must have been injected with something, as the next thing I remembered was waking up with a pounding headache.” I paused to take a breath and was glad when the glass of water was held up to my lips to have a drink.

 

“I didn’t know where I was but it looked to be some kind of warehouse. I became aware of voices behind me and of how I was securely tied and began to panic.  To cut a long story short, it was in the warehouse that two men came and took me to Master Tony’s house.”  He seemed to be thinking about what I had said, which gave me a moment catch my breath.  “Ok, so what happened at Tony’s house.” 

 

“I didn’t see him for the first two or three days, being kept in a small room.   The only contact I had was when I would be taken out for a while each day to be taught how to kneel or address this guy I was expected to call Master. On the day I met Master Tony, I was made to strip and show him my body. He was mean and made me do the most embarrassing things.” I gasped, realising this new Master could make me do the same things, but he seemed too intent on my story to show any reaction.  “Anyway, eventually he led me into his room and pushed me onto his bed. I don’t know why I did it, but before I knew it, I had brought my knee up as hard as I could into his balls.  To put it mildly, he didn’t like it and by the time he had recovered, the same men who had taken me from the warehouse, had tied me down to the bed on my stomach.”

 

The re-telling of the story made me feel like I was reliving the whole thing and I had to take a few more deep breaths to continue.  I was glad of the feeling of Gina’s arm around me, making me feel like I wasn’t alone for the first time since I had been taken.  “Slave, you are doing very well, go on now and finish your story.”  I looked at this man, my new Master, and began to see how different he was from Master Tony, at least for the present moment. “The next part is a bit sketchy, as all I can remember is being hit on my bottom over and over until I must have passed out. When I came to, I was in so much pain. I had no idea how long I had been out for but Master Tony was still really mad at me and told me he didn’t think he wanted to waste his time on me. That is how I came to be here.” 

 

I couldn’t bring myself to look up, feeling embarrassed by what I had told him. “Slave, look at me.  Master Tony is.. well, I’ll just say we don’t agree on many things.  What he thought was a waste of his time I think will be time well spent.  Right now you are not ready or able to understand all that I will expect of you, but in a little while, when you have healed, we will begin your training. Gina, I am putting you in charge of our new slave here and trust that you will do a good job.”  I looked up at the change in his tone and saw his hand grip Gina’s hair as he pulled her head back.  This other side of him scared me and when he let Gina go and reached out to stroke my hair, I kept waiting for him to do the same thing to me.  However, all he did was stroke my hair and leave the room.   Gina then stood me up gently and led me to what would be my new home.

 

Chapter 2

 

For the next week, Gina looked after me and my bottom began to heal.  I saw Master William a few times over the week, but he only stayed long enough to make sure I was healing alright.  When I saw him again come into my room, I thought it would be one of the same flying visits I had gotten used to, so I was surprised when he sat down on the end of the bed. “Slave, kneel at my feet and be quick about it.”  All of a sudden I remembered why I was there and felt my stomach flip with fear. I scrambled to kneel before him, my body shaking. This time when he reached out, he did grip my hair and I had to pull my head back or have my hair pulled out. It hurt and I could feel tears come to my eyes. “Slave Jill, today you will start to know what being my slave is all about.  Disobey me and you will feel pain but try your best and you will be rewarded.” He let go of my hair and wiped away the tears that were now on my face.

 

Whether I liked it or not, I knew I had to try to please him.  I didn’t feel that he would react like Master Tony had, but I still had the sense that he wouldn’t put up with any nonsense either.  “First, I have been thinking all week about your beautiful body but now I don’t have to just think about it.  Today, not only will you begin to learn how to act as my slave but you will start to learn how to please me with your body as well.”  This really scared me and he must have seen this, as he softened his tone slightly. “Slave, don’t look so scared. I know this will not be easy for you but it is want I want and you will be ok. I trust that my balls will be safe?”  I looked up in surprise at his words, but when I saw his smile I knew he was teasing me.  Again, I tried to work out this man who could tell me I was going to be his sex slave one minute and crack a joke the next.

 

He pulled me to my feet and spun me around, hooking his arm under my arms and pulling me back into his body. I could not move away from him as he played with my breasts and then reached down to feel my pussy.  Trying to squirm away, he just hooked his feet around mine and I could not move at all. My breathing grew short as his fingers tried to enter into my dry pussy. When he moved his finger away from me, he leant down and whispered in my ear. “We will come back to that later, baby.” I had no time to respond as he pushed me forward, grabbing my wrists and tying them tightly. 

 

“Come with me, we have lost time to catch up on.”  He gripped a nipple and began to pull, making me powerless to resist him.  I had to almost run to keep up with him as I was led down the hall to a large room.  He let go of my nipple and I sighed, at the same time I heard the door being shut and locked.  Spinning around to see what he was doing, I took in the room for the first time.  On the wall were all manner of whips and other things I knew were for use on his slaves.  I was frozen to the spot and even though I knew the door was locked and he was standing in front of it, all I wanted to do was run.  “Look at me slave, not at what is on the walls.  Yes, over time you may get to experience many if not all of them, but I will only be introducing you to some of them today.” I know he was trying to calm me down but all he did was to confirm my worst fears.  Not knowing how I was going to cope with all he had planned, I found myself finding it hard to breath and my legs felt weak. I started to feel strange and began looking for somewhere to sit down.  Just as I started to think I might faint, I found myself in his arms.  He sat me down and leant me back against him.  “Shh, take some deep breaths, that is right.” I tried to do what he said, just so I could get my breath back. Gradually I began to calm down and was able to breath again, though my bigger problem was still there. 

“Slave, has anything like that happened to you before?”  The concern I heard in his voice was so different from what I expected him to say, that I found myself answering without thinking. “No Master.”  He pushed me to sit up on my own and moved so he could see my face. “Tell me then why you reacted as you did.”  His stare was piercing as he waited for my answer.  “I am scared of what you will want me to do, Master. I will try but please …” I couldn’t finish and just looked down waiting for his response.  “Slave, I know you are scared and I will try to talk you through what to expect but this is what I want.  All of the other girls were scared too at first, but they got used to it and so will you.”  I wondered if I would ever get used to being a slave but felt some comfort in the fact that he seemed to be aware of my fears. I saw his face grow serious again and knew I would now have to face up to whatever he had planned “Ok, enough talking, lets get started.”

 

He pulled me up to my feet and moved me over to stand near one wall and pulled my tied hands back to attach them to the wall. I pulled and found I could not move away, as he went to get what looked like a long stick. “Slave, this is called a spreader bar and today I will use it to keep your legs spread.” He bent down and tied one ankle to the bar and then made me stretch out my leg to attach it to the other end. My legs felt so widely stretched I moaned as he attached it to rings in the floor. I could no longer move in any way and started to feel my breath growing short again, however this time I managed to control it before I had another attack.  Not thinking he had noticed, I was somehow comforted when he stroked my hair back from my face. “Good girl, just keep trying your best and I will be happy.”

 

He would be happy!  I don’t know why but part of me was starting to want to make him happy, though I am sure it was a touch of self-preservation as well.  If he was happy, I would be happy or at least that was what I hoped.  He pulled a gag out of his pocket and I started to shake my head but he took no notice. “Open up nice and wide for me.” I did and the ball was pushed into my mouth. He pushed my head down and tightened the straps. “Good, try and push it out for me.”  I did, not really sure why. “I can see you are wondering why I am asked you to do that.  I want you to be able to feel the gag and for it to block some sound but my intention in not to hinder your ability to swallow.  If the ball is in too far or it is too big, you will have serious trouble.” 

 

He then moved away again and all I could do was watch as he picked up a familiar object. It was just like what Master Tony had used to hurt me so badly, though it looked to be a bit smaller.  I tried to beg behind the gag but only muffled sounds came out.  As he approached me, I began to shake and tried to get free.  Master William again stroked my hair until I had calmed a bit. “Slave, I assume by your reaction that this was what Master Tony used on you, but there are many ways to use a flogger and even many different types of floggers.  I am not saying this will not hurt you but I promise you will not be injured.  I may like to play and have my slaves suffer for me, but I will never harm you in any permanent or life threatening way.  I know that right now you may not believe me but you just have to learn to trust me.” 

 

While I was thinking I could never trust someone who was happy to hold me as a slave when all I wanted to do was go home, I heard and then felt the flogger hit my stomach.  It did sting but it was not like the agony I had felt when Master Tony had hit me.  After each strike, Master William would rub the spot where he had hit, allowing me time to get used to the pain.  After a while, the hits got a bit harder and he did not stop so often.  I was almost reaching a point where it was getting too much when he dropped the flogger onto the ground.  He moved close to me and ran his hands all over my body and then again tried to push his finger in my pussy.  I gasped as he managed to get his finger in part of the way, but still he could not get it all in.

 

He spit on his finger and tried again and this time he got it in and began to pump in and out. I tensed, his finger feeling too big.  He pulled out and I sighed.  “Slave, you need to relax and let me get you ready for me or it will hurt more than it has to.”  I knew he was right but the thought of just letting him do whatever he wanted without resistance still seemed wrong.  He left again and came back with something in his hand, which he pushed against my clit and turned on.  I had used a vibrator before, but it did not feel like this one did.  He used his finger to push into me again and with the vibrator causing a sensation I could not control, I was helpless to stop his finger or the orgasm I could feel building. 

 

He was relentless and just kept the vibrator on my clit until I could hold off no longer and my orgasm rocked through me. It was a strange experience to orgasm with my body so tightly restrained the way it was. Sometime during my orgasm he removed both his finger and the vibrator, so that when I became aware of my surroundings once again, he was not in front of me anymore. I took the break to reflect on the way he had manipulated my body and had to accept that from now on it seemed that I would not have any control over my own body anymore.  The thought was overwhelming and I began to cry. 

 

I became aware of Master William’s hand on my face as he raised it to look at me. He must have taken pity on me as he reached around behind and took off the gag. I was still crying and just knew he was going to ask me why.  “Slave, why are you crying?” I took a deep breath and thought of what to say.  “I ..oh please don’t make me tell you.”  I really didn’t want to tell him what had made me cry, but when he picked up the flogger again and hit me harder than before, I knew he again had the upper hand. “Ok, ok, please stop. I will tell you.” He stopped but did not put the flogger down, instead running it lightly over my body. 

 

“When you made me cum I just felt so…so helpless and the thought of you being able to do that to me anytime you wanted to just seemed too much.” He must have been satisfied as he dropped the flogger back onto the floor.  “Thank you for being honest with me, but next time I expect an answer first time, no matter how private or embarrassing it may be.” I dropped my head, another wave of helplessness washing over me. This time he let me be and went behind me to loosen the rope holding my arms to the wall. “Kneel down.” At first I didn’t know how I could with the spreader bar still in place but after bending my knees almost to the floor, I found I could then move off my feet and allow my knees to hit the floor. 

 

During my efforts to get to my knees, I had not been aware of what he had been doing and got a shock when I looked up to see his erect penis just inches from my face. “Slave, have you ever given a blowjob before?”  I shook my head, hoping that he would go easier on me.  “Ok, then I will go slow this time, but don’t expect this every time.”  I had no time to think about what that might mean, when he pushed the head of his cock into my mouth.  It felt big and heavy sitting on my tongue. “Suck it but no teeth.”  I did as he said, tasting his precum as I sucked on it. He patted me on the head and then took a grip and held my head still.  The next thing I knew he had pushed his cock further into my mouth until I could feel it stretching my throat.  It hurt and I began to gag.  No matter how hard I tried to pull back to get it out of my throat his grip held me firm.  Finally he pulled out, giving me time to breath and then pushed in again, this time working his cock in and out at a steady pace. I was gagging with each push in and could feel tears on my face. I don’t know how long it went on for, but finally he held my head still and began to cum. I had no choice but to swallow.  Once he had pulled out, I started to cough and didn’t seem to be able to stop. I felt him hold a glass to my lips and greedily drank the water.

 

I felt emotionally drained and I let my head drop down as he walked around behind me.  However, he didn’t seem to be finished, as he pulled on my nipples and then held up two nasty looking clips for me to see. “Do you know where these go?”  I had an awful feeling that I did. “On my nipples Master?” He smiled and I knew I was right. “These will hurt but I need to see how long you can take them for.”  I took a deep breath as he pulled one nipple out and then closed the clip over it. It did hurt, my groans growing as he put one on the other nipple as well.  He picked up the flogger again and started to hit me all over my body. They were not too hard but I still felt each one. When he was done, he dropped to his knees and used his fingers in my pussy, making me feel like I was going to cum, until he pulled them out and brought his fingers to my lips.  Knowing where they had been, I hesitated before allowing him to put his fingers into my mouth. The taste was not bad but I still hated the humiliation he was causing me.  He repeated this a few times before he flicked the clamps with his finger.

 

I realised they were not hurting anymore but by the look on his face knew there was something I was missing.  He went as if to unclamp one, but stopped. “Slave, this will hurt but take a deep breath and it will soon be over.”  I took a breath, but was not ready for the pain that radiated all through my nipple.  He quickly removed the other one and I wondered what torture he had in mind for me next.  With my eyes closed I could feel him untying my ankles from the bar and then my hands, pulling me up to stand when I was free.  “Slave, you did very well today and I am going to reward you with an hour’s rest before you start to help out with the household chores.” 

 

We walked out of the room and I saw Gina waiting on her knees.  When she saw us, she straightened up and Master William lifted her up to her feet by her hair.  I was not used to seeing woman being treated that way and it still made me feel uneasy. “Gina, take Slave Jill to her room and give her some lunch. After that she can have an hour’s rest until she starts to learn her household duties.”  We started to walk off, when Master William stopped us. “Oh, slave, I will see you later to continue your education. I am looking forward to finding out if that pussy is really as tight as it seems.”  I was so embarrassed by not only what he had said but the way he had said it.  It was as if my feelings were not even important, but then he was making me his slave, so I guess they weren’t. On the way back to the room, I tried to take note of my surroundings, just in case I had the opportunity to get away.  There was no way I was going to spend the rest of my life as a slave!

 

Chapter 3

 

I was trying to find a comfortable spot, but just couldn’t find one that I could stay in for long. Not that I had a lot of movement anyway, just a few inches of give for my legs and arms. I was not even able to bend my knees with the way my arms were held up. My ass and pussy were aching both from the rapes earlier and the fake cocks Lee had pushed into them.  My ass was particularly sore, having never let anyone go near it before. To make matters worse, Lee’s words just keep going around and around in my head. I tried to think back to any clues that might have shown his real nature, but all I could remember was the nice guy he had seemed to be. 

 

I was just so tired but each time I would drift off to sleep, I would wake myself up as my body pulled down on my arms, making the cuffs cut into my wrists.  All I could do was cry as I thought of all that had happened and how I just wanted to go home.  I must have managed some sleep as I woke with a start to the sound of Lee’s voice.  There was a stream of light coming in to the room from a small hole in the wall, so it must have been morning.  “Good morning, Beth, I trust you had a good sleep.”  I wanted to scream at him, but the gag rendered me speechless, so I just grunted a reply.  He went on taunting me regardless of how I was feeling. “Good and I guess you must be thirsty, so let me just help you with that.”

 

I wanted to think he meant he would get me something to drink but I didn’t trust him at all anymore.  He loosened the chain holding my arms up and began to push me down to my knees.  The agony as my sore muscles were forced to move was almost too much and I cried out with each move I had to make. Lee pushed down even more forcefully and I felt my knees hit the floor with a thud that rocked the dildos inside of me and made me scream even louder.  By the time I had recovered enough to see what Lee was doing, I was shocked to see he had his cock out. 

 

“Beth, I am going to remove your gag but do not even think of speaking.”  I was just so grateful the appalling gag was coming out to even think of trying to speak.  My jaw ached as he pulled out the gag and even with it out I was not able to close my jaw without pain.  However, Lee already had his cock in my mouth and I just thought he wanted to use my mouth to cum. When I felt a liquid entering my mouth, I was confused at first and then the truth hit me. He was peeing in my mouth!  I tried to pull my head away but he had a firm grip and I could go nowhere.  As my mouth got fuller, I knew I would have to swallow but just didn’t want to.  However, I soon had no choice as he held my nose, blocking off my air until it was swallow or run out of air.

 

The feeling of his pee running down into my throat was horrid and I felt like I was going to be sick.  He didn’t remove his cock when he was done but started to force it down into my throat.  When he was buried fully in me, he pulled back my head, making me look up at him.  “Make the most of the breakfast I am giving you bitch, as it is all you will get for a while.”  He didn’t move after he had spoken but just stayed in my throat until I felt my chest start to burn, and I began to feel dizzy.  I was close to passing out when he started to pump in and out until soon I had his cum mixed in with his pee in my stomach. 

 

When he pulled out fully and bent down in front of me, I didn’t want to look at him.  I couldn’t even find the strength to cry, just feeling so alone and used.  How could this have all happened?  I had always believed there was good in everyone but know I knew this was wrong. Lee had no good in him at all or he wouldn’t be able to treat me like he was.  He didn’t say anything as he lifted by head and buckled something around my neck. Then for the first time since I had been brought into the room, he started to take off the cuffs, starting with the ones around my wrists first.

 

I carefully moved my arms to check the damage caused by the cuffs and saw that they were red where the metal had been rubbing against them.  Rubbing them to ease the pain, Lee also undid the cuffs on my ankles.  I went to stretch out my legs when I was pulled off balance by what seemed to be a chain attached to whatever he had put around my throat.  I had to move fast to stop myself from hitting the floor and groaned as I used my hands to stop my fall.  Lee just laughed and walked across the room, the chain in his hand growing taut as I realised I had to crawl or be dragged across the floor. 

 

My limbs were still stiff and as he had not removed the dildos yet, I was feeling very uncomfortable as I tried to keep up with him. The surface under me changed from wooden floors to tiles. I could hear water dripping somewhere and was able to see a big drain not so far away.  Giving me no time to get used to my new surroundings, Lee twisted the chain around his hand until there was only a little bit left and then used this to lift me to my feet.  Standing, I could see something that looked like a stand used in the hospital to hold a bag attached to a drip.  I began to feel very scared of what Lee might have planned and looked around for a way out. 

 

It only took a tug on my chain to remind me that I wasn’t going anywhere.  Lee pulled me into the corner of the room and pushed me up against the wall.  Wincing as he took my sore wrists in his hand, he tied them together and then pulled them up.  I tried to pull them back down but they were held firm to the thing around my neck.  Lee pulled me back and attached the chain that was hanging down between my breasts to something in the ceiling.  He left me to go back into the other room and came back with a long stick in his hand.  I soon knew what it was for as he spread my legs and tied the ends to each ankle.

 

“Beth, I know how much you love having cocks in you, but I think it is time we took these ones out. Don’t worry though, you won’t be empty for long.”  I tried not to think about what he might mean as he bent down to undo the belt holding the cocks inside of me. It was strange to feel the fake cocks deflate and then leave my holes, despite wanting them out all night. Still getting used to the empty feeling, I was not prepared for the spray of water that hit me full force on my breasts. Looking up, I could see Lee holding a hose, an evil grin on his face. For the next few minutes I was made to suffer the water spray as he moved it up and down my body, even turning me around so it would hit my back as well.  By the time he turned off the water, I was cold and dripping. 

 

He left me standing there, shivering in the now cool air, and then came back wheeling the hospital style stand over to me.  ‘Please Lee, enough.”  I hadn’t thought about not speaking as the words just flowed out of me, but as soon as I saw his face I realised what I had done. He was in front of me in seconds and the slap seemed like the hardest one yet. While I was trying to raise my head he surprised me with another one on the other side of my face. This one was even harder and I could not stop the tears forming in my eyes.  My hair was gripped harshly and my head pulled back so I could see his dark eyes glaring at me.

 

“What do I have to do to get you to fucking shut up? Maybe you need to be gagged again.”  I tried to shake my head no but with his strong grip I could barely move my head.  He pushed my head down as he let go and stormed off to get what I assumed was the same gag I had worn already.  When he came back with what looked like my panties in his hand and a roll of thick tape, I thought he must have just changed his mind. 

 

“Open up Beth.”  I did as he asked, still not understanding what he was doing, and felt him stuffing my panties into my mouth.  I almost gagged as it threatened to go into my throat and was afraid for a moment he was going to choke me with them. He made sure my cheeks were stuffed full and then he started to wind the tape around my mouth.  It was so tight I could not close my lips together and could feel my cheeks bulging around the tape.  Lee snapped the tape off, causing me to flinch, and then lifted my head to check the gag. 

 

I tried to tell him it was too tight, but it came out just sounding like a series of grunts.  Taking some deep breaths as I struggled to get used to the feel of the gag, I jumped as his hand ran along the length of my slit. I was still sore from last night and any touch on my sensitive flesh was unwelcome.  Lee then undid the chain holding me up and pulled it down until I was bent over.  I watched as he attached the chain to the floor so I could not stand up.  My arms were next, with him untying them from behind by neck and pulling them up, so that by the time he was done I could not bend down any further either. Lee rubbed his hand over my now exposed bottom and moved back away from me.  I heard Lee laugh and then something began to push into my ass. It was smaller than the plug I had worn and really didn’t hurt too much as it was pushed in, though I was still not used to having things up my bottom. 

 

I jumped again as Lee slapped my bottom a few times before I started to feel something be sprayed up into me via the plug in my ass.  No amount of squirming could get it out of me and I had to just watch as my stomach expanded as it was filled with whatever he was putting in me.  His hand came and rubbed my stomach and then moved lower to find my clit. As much as I didn’t want him to touch me, his finger on my clit did cause some tingling sensations to flow through me. He removed his finger, laughing at me and returned again to my now pregnant looking stomach. 

 

When he went to sit down and started to play with his cock, I figured something was going to happen, but still didn’t really understand what to expect. It was not long after that the cramps started and I yelled out in anguish.  I don’t know how long he left me in agony, my only thought to expel the horrid liquid.  I could hardly see him through my tears and so had not noticed when he moved close to me again.  I felt his cock push into my pussy and he began to pump, each time causing me a great deal of pain.  As I was trying hard not to move, his thrusts just felt even more powerful and it seemed like he was trying to become a part of me.

 

At that point I would have done anything to get rid of whatever he had put into me and if my mouth wasn’t gagged, I hate to think what I would have promised him. As it was, I just had to put up with his vile use of my body and hope he would cum soon.  He seemed to speed up even more, and then I felt his spunk spurt into me, though he kept his cock in me even after he had come.  His fingers came around and pinched my nipples, his mouth close to my ear. “Beth, have you worked out what the enema is for yet?  I’m sure you will, you are a smart girl. Now, when I take out the plug, you are not to let go but have to hold it all in until I say, understand?”  At this last word, he twisted my nipples and I screamed out my answer. 

 

Feeling the plug being pulled out, I had to squeeze hard not to just let go, my stomach churning in an agony that made me want to curl up on the floor. Finally, he was back in his chair and told me I could release it now. I tried to ignore the horrible sounds and the even more disgusting smell as I emptied my stomach.  The spray of the cold water surprised me but at least it was washing the mess down the drain.  Lee’s laughter filled the room and he moved around behind me with the hose and sprayed my ass area, the force threatening to send me forward.

 

I felt humiliated by the thought of what I had been forced to do and just hung my head in shame.  Lee started to release me, leaving the chain holding me to the floor to last. I know I could have kicked out but I just felt so exhausted and he still had the chain anyway.  I was dragged into the next room and made to sit down on the floor, the first time I had been able to sit since my world had turned upside down.  I should have known I would not just be allowed to sit, as Lee began to tie rope around each ankle. I was just so tired that I had to close my eyes.  I could feel my legs being bent and then pulled out to the side as my ankles were tied to my thighs. Opening my eyes, I saw Lee pull down what looked a trapeze swing and raised my arms to cuff them to the bar at each end.  He moved behind me and I heard a strange noise just as I became aware that the bar was moving up.  With no way of stopping the rise of the bar, I felt my body leave the floor. 

 

Lee came over and tied rope from the bar down to my ankles, which kept me from being able to close my legs.  He then gave me a push and made me spin, making me feel sick. It took a while for me to come to a stop and as I did I became aware of three men coming into the room.  I recognised the two men from last night, even with their masks on but I didn’t know man who was with them. A feeling of dread flowed through me as the man stared at me.  He was dressed all in black and had an aura of confidence that scared me. I just had a feeling I would soon find out more about this man than I wanted to know.

 

 

Chapter 4

 

Lee shook the stranger’s hand and I could see them looking at me but could not hear what they were saying. Lee and the stranger came over to me and I felt my heart beating hard as they walked around me, hands running over my body.  “She looks good Lee.  Is it ok if I spend some time alone with her before I give you my final decision?”  Decision?  I wondered what decision he had to make, though I had a niggling feeling that it was one I wouldn’t like. “That’s fine, I’ll be back in an hour or so.” Lee and the other guys left, leaving me alone with the stranger.  Although I was tired, I felt a rush of adrenaline go through me at the thought of what he might want of me.  He came around to the front of me and ran his hands over my cheeks, my body shaking as he lowered his hands to my breasts. “Hello my pet.  I know that you will do everything I say, won’t you?” I nodded, his voice sending shivers down my spine. 

 

“Good, now I am going to remove this gag, but you need to stay silent.”  He pulled out a pair of scissors from his pocket and cut the tape off one side. I moaned as he pulled off the tape and pulled out my now soaked panties.  My mouth felt dry and my jaw was sore, as I tried to work my jaw closed. The man laughed as he held up my wet panties and in this one action, I knew that he would no better then Lee in the way he treated me.  Despair filled me and for what felt like the hundredth time I just wished I could make it all not real. His hand forced my chin up, making me look into his dark eyes.

 

“Beth, my name is Master Rick and that is what I expect you to call me.  If I decide to buy you, I will give you a different name, but for today you can stay as Beth.”  The shock of what he said must have shown on my face. “Oh boy, Lee said you were an innocent but didn’t realize how much of one you would be.  I think this is going to be fun.”  I didn’t know which scared me more, the fact that he called himself master, that he was thinking of buying me or that he would change my name. It was just too much to take and I felt the tears come to my eyes again.  Master Rick was behind me and I felt him checking the ropes holding me up before he moved away. 

 

The sound was the first thing I heard before a horrendous pain spread over my back.  My scream filled the room and I found it hard to breath.  My back felt like he had cut it and I imagined I could feel blood flowing.  I heard the sound again and closed my eyes, tensing my body as I waited for the pain to strike again.  This time it was my lower back and again I screamed. He did not let up, moving all around my body, my voice going hoarse with all my screams.  I began to feel lightheaded with the pain and everything started to go dark. 

 

The water hitting my body roused me, my whole body in agony. I opened my eyes to see Master Rick smirking at me, an empty bucket still in his hands.  Feeling cold and sore, I didn’t think I could take much more, so when he came towards me again, I just started to whimper. His hand reaching out to touch me made me try to flinch away from him, but he just gripped my by the hair and held me still.  “Beth, if I decide to take you, you will not back away from me. Now, I need you to answer some questions.”  I hated the thought of telling him anything but I wasn’t in the position to say no.

 

“First, before last night, how long had it been since you had sex.”  It seemed absurd that I was expected to talk about my private sex life but I feared what he would do it I didn’t answer. “About eight months.”  The slap took me by surprise and I felt tears come to my eyes as my cheek throbbed in pain.  I didn’t know what I had done wrong, I had answered his question hadn’t I?  He again took my hair in his hand and pulled my head back. “I remember telling you to use my name every time you speak to me, do you remember that?” My stomach clenched in fear as I realised what I had done. “I’m sorry Master Rick, it has been about eight months, Master Rick.” 

 

I was terrified of what he would do, the pain he had already caused my body evident of what kind of man he was.  He smiled his evil smile and let my hair go. “Don’t let that happen again Beth. How often do you make yourself cum?”  I could feel myself blush as I thought of what he was asking me. “Master, I don’t, I mean I usually don’t…”  I screamed as my nipples were twisted in his fingers.  “Beth, don’t try my patience. Now answer the question.”  He still had my nipples in his firm grip. “Sorry Master, maybe once every few weeks.”  I thought he wasn’t going to let go, my nipples feeling like he was going to twist them off, until he finally he let go and ran his hands over my breasts.

 

“How do you do it?”  His hands were hovering over my nipples in warning, so I answered him as honestly as I could. “I use my fingers Master.”  I almost knew what he was going to ask me next and felt my blush deepen further. “How do you use your fingers?”  “I rub my clit and sometimes I push a finger inside myself.”  I hoped that would satisfy him and thought it had when he started to lower my body to the ground and uncuffed  my hands from the bar. I was gingerly stretching them out when he squatted down in front of me. “Show me.”

 

For a moment I didn’t know what he meant and then I realised he wanted me to masturbate in front of him.  Even after all the indignities I had suffered, I still felt embarrassed at what he wanted me to do. “I see you need some incentive to get started.” He held up an innocent looking object, but it did not seem so innocent when he held it too my breast and I received a shock. “Did you feel that Beth?  If you don’t get started, I will just shock you until you do.”  It was not a hard decision to make and I brought my hand down to my pussy.  Master Rick still held the device close to my breast as my fingers began to rub.  I was still wet from when Lee had cum in me earlier, so it wasn’t hard to get my fingers inside. Closing my eyes, I rubbed my clit and waited for the familiar feelings to start to build.  For a while nothing happened as I thought about being watched but then I started to feel the warmth spreading through me and I soon forgot where I was.  Not long after I came and I just wanted to enjoy the feeling of peace I always felt afterwards, but the sound of clapping brought me back to my present surroundings. 

 

“Very nice Beth, that is something I could never grow tired of.” I hung my head in shame as he walked around me and then pushed on my back so I rocked forward on my knees.  He came around and pulled my arms up behind my back and attached them the collar, forcing my head down to the ground. I moaned in pain as my arms were made to stay up in the air. I was just so tired and closed my eyes until I felt something cold being rubbed into my ass. I tensed up as he pressed his fingers into me, moving the around to stretch me out.  I was shaking and tried to move away, but was held firm. “Beth, you need to relax.” I tried but kept thinking of how much it had hurt when the men had used both my pussy and ass at the same time. He laid the head of his cock on my asshole for a moment before he started to push.  I felt my whole body being pushed forward until he gripped my hips firmly and applied even more pressure. Without the gag in, my screams were loud and continuous as he tried to get the head in.  He hit my ass a number of times and finally it was in and I already felt full. 

 

Once he had the head in, he surged forward, his cock filling up my ass with a force that I thought would split me in two. “Oh, that is nice baby.  I love a tight ass.”  I grunted as he

pulled out until the head of his cock was again stretching out my asshole and gripping me tightly, leant forward to whisper in my ear. “Like that baby?  Just wait until I get you home and really get you stretched out.”  He gave me no time for what he had said to sink in, as he started to piston his cock in and out of my ass. I had nowhere to go as he held me tight and just had to suffer the agonizing feeling as his cock rubbed my ass raw.  He never seemed to tire as my screams filled the room.  I was barely aware of anything when I saw a foot in front of me and my head was pulled up to see Lee staring into my eyes. 

 

“Well, Rick, is she all I said she was?”  Lee had my hair in a fierce grip as he brought his lips down on mine and kissed me ruthlessly, his teeth biting my tongue before he pushed me away.  I could taste blood in my mouth and went to spit it out just as Lee shoved his cock in. He didn’t pause as he pushed all the way to the back of my throat, my sore tongue being rubbed by his cock on the way.  He hand at the back of my head held me in place as Master Rick continued to pound my ass from behind.  I struggled to get his cock out of me so I could breath but his grip was too tight and I felt my chest start to burn. Master Rick gripped me tighter as I felt his cum spurt deep inside of me before he pulled out and spurted over my back.  My head was dizzy and I was one the verge of passing out when Lee finally pulled out, him cum being added to the cum already congealing on my back. 

 

I felt broken and collapsed on the floor, my whole body aching.  I was vaguely aware of the two men talking and then I was untied and forced to stand by a hand pulling me up by my hair.  My legs were weak and I found it hard to stand up, Lee’s tight grip the only thing keeping me upright.  He let go of my hair and as I started to fall, gripped my nipples and dragged me over to the wall.  My back hit the wall with a thud as he pushed his body into mine.  “Beth, I am going to miss you but it is time for you to start your new life with your Master.  I am sure though that it will not be the last time I will see you.” I went to turn away from him, but he wouldn’t even let me do that. I looked up at him and tried to remember the gentle man he had been, but all I could think of was all the horrid things he had done to me. “Ah, here comes your new owner now.”  Lee pulled me away from the wall with a tug on my arm, throwing me into the arms of Master Rick. 

 

“Here she is, my beautiful new slave. Lee would you help me get her ready to transport?” I thought I didn’t care anymore but as the reality of his words sunk in, I began to fight and managed to get one kick in before I was forced down to the ground.  I felt pressure on my head as my legs were strapped together. The foot was removed from my head and I was again pulled up to stand unsteadily on my bound legs. Lee held me firm as more belts were used to bind my arms firmly to my sides.  Master Rick picked up what looked to be a number of belts, but when he held it up in front of my face, I could see a ball in the middle.  He pushed the ball into my mouth and as each strap was tightened I could feel the ball being pushed in further.  The final strap under my chin meant I couldn’t even open my mouth a tiny bit and I had to fight the urge to panic. 

 

I was picked up and placed onto a large mat.  Lee bent down beside my head, looking into my eyes. “Beth, I have something for you to remember me by. Have fun!”  I felt his hands on my nipples and moaned as he clamped them with something.  I had no time to see what it was as the mat was lifted over me and I was rolled over and over until I was tightly bound inside of it. Grunting as I was lifted up off the ground, I began to cry as I knew I had no way of escaping the darkness that my life had become. I still couldn’t believe how Lee had betrayed me and turned my life into a living nightmare.  Worst still, I knew the nightmare had only just begun.

 

The end ..for now.

 

Chapter 5

 

I opened my eyes to see Master William walking back into the room, his hair wet.  “Good morning, slave. I thought I was going to have to wake you up. Get up and have a shower, we have a another big day ahead of us today.”  I was half way into the bathroom when I remember Gina. Master William pushed me into the room and removed the cuffs, my wrists red and a little bit sore.  “You have ten minutes.”  Although the water felt wonderful, I couldn’t enjoy it as I thought of Gina.  “Five minutes slave, you better be ready in time.” I quickly finished washing off the soap and dried off, walking out just as he was about to come into the room.

 

Breakfast was a quiet affair, with all of the slaves looking at me and then at Gina. I tried to catch Gina’s eye but she would not look at me and I noticed she wasn’t eating much.  I didn’t feel hungry either, the thought of Gina being punished because of me making me feel sick. Master William pushed his chair back and I was not the only one to jump, everyone seeming to be on edge.  “Slave Gina, I want you in the lounge room right now, Slave Jill, you stay with me. The rest of you need to clean up and then join us.”

 

My mouth felt dry as I stood up. I saw Gina give Master William a nervous look as she headed off to the lounge. I hoped he would not be too hard on her and wished I had the nerve to ask him what he intended doing. I started as he spoke to me, my attention on Gina. “Slave, in a few moments you will see how what one person does can affect the whole household. I hope this is the last time another slave will need to be punished because of something you did.”  Tears came to my eyes as I thought of what I had done. “Master, please don’t be too hard on Gina, it wasn’t her fault.”  I gasped as he pulled back my hair, the look in his eyes serious as he gripped my chin in his hands.

 

“Slave, how I treat my slaves is my business. Don’t ever try to tell me what to do again.”  He let go and I stumbled back, shaken by the tone of his voice.  “Come on, we don’t want to keep Gina waiting too long.”  I followed him into the lounge, eager to have the whole thing behind us.  Gina was kneeling down on the rug and looked up nervously at Master William as he approached her, his hand gently running over her hair.  “Stand slave.  Before we start I need you to understand why I am doing this.  You were put in charge of watching over our new slave and you failed in that task. This punishment in to remind you to always be focused on what you have been asked to do. Now, let’s get started.” 

 

Watching the two of them, I could see that while Gina was scared, there was also a certain amount of determination to please him.  I realised that their relationship was so much more complicated than I had first thought.  It scared me to think of being that devoted to someone who had so much power over you and vowed to never let myself get that way.  Master William pulled out a blindfold and tied it around Gina’s eyes just as the other slaves started to come into the room. They congregated together on the other side of the room, their concern for Gina showing in their faces. 

 

“Good, we are all here.  Before we begin, I need to remind all of you that Gina is being punished because she did not pay the attention needed to watch over our new slave Jill.  However, I want to make it clear that Jill has been punished and after we are done here, no more will be said about the matter.  Like all new slaves, Jill made a mistake and I want you to help to guide her in the right way to act.” “Yes Master.” They had all spoken as one and again I could see the need to please showing in their eyes.  It was too weird the way they all looked at him like he was a god and I  found myself growing even more determined not to let myself be like them.

 

“Gina has been blindfolded to remind her that she was not looking when she should have been. The reason she was distracted was because she was busy with the vacuum, so for the next fifteen minutes, Gina will have another piece of machinery to be distracted by.”  We all gasped as the guy who had caught me the day before carried in a machine with one of the biggest dildos I had ever seen attached to it.  He placed it down on the floor while Master William made Gina go down on her hands and knees and then tied her arms and legs in place so that she could not move at all. While Master William used his fingers and then some lube to make Gina’s pussy ready, the other man plugged the device in and placed it on a low table,.  When Master William stood up, the table was moved so that the dildo was sitting right at the entrance to her pussy. 

 

I held my breath as the machine started up slowly, Gina’s moans turning into screams of pain as the dildo slowly worked it’s way into her.  As the machine began to pick up a bit of speed, she seemed to be able to cope with it a bit better and I felt myself relaxing a bit.  Master William walked over to me and stood behind me, his arms pulling me in tight.  I wondered if he thought I was going to try to run again as he took my hands and held them together in front of me with one his hands.  Gina’s moans were getting louder as the machine picked up more pace and she shook in what looked to be a massive orgasm. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that she still had over ten minutes to go.

 

“Ok, everyone go and get on with your jobs. Jill you will stay here and watch until Gina’s punishment is over.” He kept his grip firm as Gina struggled as the machine started to go even faster, making her grunt in time with each thrust.  I couldn’t look anymore and turned my head away only to have it turned back around. “Oh no, slave, you need to see every minute.” Being made to watch was almost as hard as my punishment yesterday, the same feeling of being helpless washing over me.  I knew I had to think of some way to get out of the house, not willing to yet accept that this was all my life would be. Gina was shaken again by another orgasm and I could see the sweat covering her body as the machine continued to pound into her. 

 

Without thinking, I again tried to turn my head away only to have my chin seized tightly. “What did I say, Slave, keep your eyes on her or maybe you might find yourself in her place.” He held on for another minute or so before moving his hand away and bringing it down between my legs.  I spread my legs and let his hand in, knowing that now was not the time to appear non-compliant.  On the mat, Gina was moaning louder again as yet another orgasm hit her.  Looking at the clock, I was relieved to see her time was almost up.

 

Master’s fingers were rubbing gently along my slit, making me squirm in his arms. I could feel his cock digging into my back as he pulled me against him and tried to block out the way he was making me feel.  Gina screamed as the machine sped up even more, her whole body shaking.  Just as I thought she could not hold out much longer the machine began to slow down and finally come to a stop.  Master William let me go and went down to release Gina from her restraints.  I stood and watched, hating the fact that I was too scared to move.  Master William gently helped Gina to her feet, removing the blindfold as she cried softly.  “It’s ok baby, your punishment is over. Jill, come here and help Gina to the bathroom so she can have a bath. I am trusting that you will not try anything else to get either of you into trouble.” 

 

I knew that now was not the time to try to escape, not wanting to get Gina into any more trouble.  Taking her from Master William’s arms, I was shocked to see a look of concern in his eyes.  Leading her off to the bathroom, I again tried to work out the nature of the relationship between Master and the other slaves.  Gina didn’t say a word as I filled the bath with water, adding a good amount of bath oil so that the bubbles filled the bath.  She let me help her in the bath and lay with her head back for a few minutes before looking at me for the first time all day. “Jill, I am sorry I treated you the way I did, I had forgotten how terrified I was when I first came to be Master William’s slave.  I do understand why you did what you did, I think once I would have done the same thing given the opportunity.” 

 

Feeling only relief that she was talking to me again, I squatted down by the bath.  “Jill, I didn’t even ask how you coped with your punishment, was it too awful?”  I don’t know why but I just couldn’t answer her and started to cry.  She put her arm around my shoulder and let me cry. “Baby cry, we all need to at times.” Once I had regained some control over my emotions, she got out of the bath and started to dry off. “Sorry Gina, sometimes I just feel so overwhelmed by everything. You know, like I am helpless.  Do you ever feel like that?”  She put the towel back on the rake and sat me down beside her on the edge of the bath. 

 

“Jill, you will feel that way for a while longer yet, but one day you will start to want to please Master William, not because you are scared of being punished but because you realise he is your life.  I am not unhappy here, I don’t even think I could survive in the world anymore, but I am aware of my place.  There are still times, like this morning, when I feel helpless, but usually I like the fact that I am an important part of someone’s life. I know this properly makes no sense to you, but I hope in time you will learn to be happy here too.” I was just about to respond, when Master William appeared in the doorway.

 

“Good to see you two talking again.  I had hoped you would be able to get over what has happened.  Gina, go and help out in the kitchen. Jill, come with me.” I wondered what he wanted from me now, my emotions feeling raw after the last few days. He took me by the elbow, his silence as we walked down the hallway to a room I had not seen before making me nervous. Opening the door, I braced myself for what I might see.  What I did see took my breath away and I had to look twice to make sure I was not seeing things.  In front of me was a room with a whole shelf full of paints, brushes and other art supplies, all the things I thought I would never get to use again.  Looking to the other side of the room, I saw canvases and paper ready to use. 

 

“Slave, I told you that I reward my slaves when they deserve it and I thought it might help you to see what your reward would be.  I know that you were studying art before you were captured, so I have collected a range of art supplies for your use. Of course, you will have to have no more escape attempts and do what you are told to get to use these. Well, what do you say?”  I was in shock and it took a moment to realise he had stopped speaking. “Master, thank you.” For the first time, I really felt like I meant it, the thought of being able to do my art again making me feel hopeful.

 

“Just to let you know that this is something you will get to do, I will give you thirty minutes now to show me how good an artist you are. After that, this room will be out of bounds until I decide you have shown me your willingness to submit.”  I hardly even heard what he was saying as I itched to get my hands on the supplies. He must have noticed my eagerness, as he laughed. “Go on, I can see you are already thinking of what you can do. I will return soon.”  He left and I didn’t even wait until he was out the door before I headed over to the shelf to see what he had bought.  Dismissing the paint, I picked up the pastels and a sketchbook and lost myself in my work.  I draw like a maniac, filling up one page after another with images from the last few days.  I had always been able to sketch quickly and by the time Master William had returned I had done over ten sketches.  I didn’t hear him open the door and only became aware of his presence as he coughed.  Jumping, I dropped the book on the floor and he picked it up, his face showing some surprise as he looked at my work.

 

“Jill, these are very good.  You have a real talent.” I felt some pride at his praise and then another emotion began to take over, that of regret that while I might be able to do my art again one day, I would never get to show my art to the world.  “Slave, do you not like my opinion of your work?” Thinking of what to tell him, I decided to just tell him the truth. “Master, I am glad you like my work and that you will allow me to practise my art again, but I am sad that I will never get to display my art.  Please don’t think that I am ungrateful for all this but I had always dreamed..”  I stopped, words failing me as my dream of being a famous or at least well known artist, faded before my eyes. 

 

“Slave, I am sorry that your dream may not get to be a reality but life does not always turn out the way we planned it.”  I glared at him, my anger rising to the surface as he dismissed my dreams like they were nothing.  Suddenly I remembered what he had said about slaves going on trips to the city with him and a plan began to form.  I fought down my anger and dropped my eyes to the ground.  “Master, sorry.  It has just been such an emotional time and I am still trying to come to terms with all the changes in my life.  I will try to make you proud of me.”  I had to struggle to keep my voice sounding contrite, wanting him to think I was willing to give up my dreams for him.  He seemed to believe me and gave me a hug before letting me pack up the pastels and place them back on the shelf.  I found a surge of hope as I thought about my plan, which I hoped would see me free one day.

 

Chapter 6

 

Over the next few months I worked hard to be the best slave I could be, not hesitating to do what I was told no matter how much I hated it.  Master William began to treat me like one of the other slaves, only singling me out when he wanted to use my body or to take me to the room to play with his bondage gear.  I had been allowed to use the art room a few times a week and this morning he had told me what I had been waiting to hear since the day I had made up my mind to pretend to be the best slave there was.

 

He had called me into his office, opening his legs to let me know I had to service him. I knelt down in front of him and pulled down his zip.  I had learnt over the months what he liked and despite still hating the way it made me feel, I never let it show.  I licked his balls, just the way he liked it, and then worked my tongue up the underside of his cock before taking just the head into my mouth. He moaned as I ran my tongue around the tip of his head, tickling the small hole and then moved my head forward so that his cock sat deep in my throat. Master grabbed my hair but still let me control my movements as I worked my head back and forwards on his cock.  It had taken me a few months to control my gagging and even now I still gagged at times, but mostly I could now deep throat without stopping.  His grip got tighter and he took control, holding his cock deep into my throat as he came in me.  I felt my air lessen as he held me still, finally pulling out as my head began to get a bit dizzy.  He gave me a moment to recover, his hand rubbing my hair to tell me I had done a good job.  At first it had been hard to pretend that I was starting to like his treatment of me, but I just tried to keep focused on my goal of escape.  Now I knew he thought I was becoming just like the other girls, a slave both in mind and body. 

 

“Slave, come and sit on my lap, I have some news for you.”  My heart stopped, hoping it was the news I has been waiting to hear but bracing myself for it to be something else.  Settling myself on his knees so that I was sitting astride him looking into his face, I made myself smile as he played lightly with my nipples.  “Slave, I have been very happy with your efforts to please me over the last few months.  I told you when you first came here that I like to reward my slaves sometimes with a trip away and I think you have earned that trip.”  Inside I was jumping for joy but I just smiled at him, waiting for him to tell me more. “This afternoon I need to go in to the city for the night so that I can attend a meeting early tomorrow morning.  I thought you might like to go and visit the art gallery. I have heard it is quite a good one.” This time I couldn’t keep my excitement down and hugged him.  Luckily he thought I was excited by the thought of going to a gallery, having no idea this fit right into my escape plan.

 

“Of course, I expect perfect behaviour. No one must know your status; on this trip you will be my girlfriend.  Plus you will have to be restrained while I am at the meeting, but we will have a nice meal out and you will get to dress up if you decide to go.”  I had no thought of not going, thinking if my plan worked I would not be around in the morning for him to restrain me.  I couldn’t think of failing in my escape, as it would be the last time for a long time, if ever, that I would have the chance again. He lifted me off his lap and pulled a shopping bag from under the desk. “Here is an outfit you need to wear. Go and have a shower and be ready in an hour to leave.”

 

 I went to walk out, the bag in my hands when he stopped my by grapping my hair.  “Slave, I hope that you appreciate the chance I am taking.  I trust you won’t let me down.”  I looked at him, feeling a slight twinge of guilt at what I was planning to do.  “Master, I won’t let you down, I promise.”  He smiled, one of the smiles he uses when he knows something you don’t. “That’s right slave, for if you let me down, you will not only be punished but you will not get an opportunity like this again for a long time.”  I nodded and he let go, giving my bottom a slap as I went off to the bathroom. 

 

I could hardly contain my excitement as I showered, my head full of ways I might get out of his grasp. I tried not to get too excited, knowing that the right opportunity might not present itself this trip.  Getting dressed after my shower felt very strange, as it was the first time in months that I had worn clothes.  I looked in the mirror, thinking how different I looked, the outfit sexy but not slutty.  I had not heard Master William and jumped as he appeared in the doorway and gave a low whistle. “I know that I like to see you naked but there is something to be said for a beautiful, sexy outfit. But we have to go.”  I took a last look in the mirror, feeling a rush of nervous excitement. 

 

The other slaves were working in the kitchen and I only had the chance to say a quick goodbye, everyone assuming we would be back tomorrow.  Master William left Gina in charge, but with the two men who both worked around the house and acted as guards, watching over the slaves as well. Driving along, I savoured the surrounding countryside, not having seen outside of the grounds of the house before. As the city approached, he pulled the car over into a picnic area and turned to me. “Slave, we are almost at the motel and I just wanted to make sure you know what to do.  You do not speak unless you are spoken to and you in no way try to attract the attention of anyone.  I will just register and then we can head off to the art gallery.” I was so excited that I could hardly sit still. “Now I know it has been a while since you have been out of the house, but you will have to settle down. It would be a shame to have to give the gallery a miss.” 

 

I made an effort to sit still, not wanting him to change his mind about the gallery.  By the time we pulled into the motel, I felt like I was about to burst. As we walked into the motel, it seemed funny to see people going about their lives, free to come and go as they pleased. Master William had his hand on my elbow and I made sure I didn’t look at anyone as we headed to the reception desk.  He was very polite as he got our room key, even flirting a bit with the girl behind the desk.  If she only knew what he was really like, I didn’t think she would be smiling at him the way she was. Once we had the room keys, Master William led me back out to the car and we headed a few blocks away to the gallery.

 

 At first I was lost in the art but then I remembered my plan and started to take note of where the exits were.  It was after we had been in the gallery for about thirty minutes and Master had relaxed a bit, that I saw what I had been looking for. We were in a section of the gallery with a number of sculptures standing on short pillars and a guard watching over the room in the corner. I walked over to the first sculpture, Master’s hand resting lightly on my elbow and just as I turned to go to the next piece, used all my strength to push him into the sculpture.  In his surprise, he let go of me and tumbled to the ground, the sculpture falling to the floor with a loud crash.  The guard came rushing over as he heard the noise but I had already managed to make it to the entrance to the room. 

 

While everyone rushed in to see what all the fuss was about, I walked out, not daring to look back in case I saw him behind me.  My heart was beating so fast and I felt sure I was going to feel Master William’s hand on me at any moment but I somehow made it to the front door.  I stepped out of the gallery and walked down the street, realising now that I was free, I had nowhere to go and no money. I thought about going to the police, but the thought of explaining to them what had happened just didn’t seem like much fun. I was about five blocks away from the gallery when I stopped, realising I still had his coat jacket over my shoulders. He had put it on me when the gallery started to get cold; the looks of admiration in the eyes of the surrounding women making him flash them one of his stunning smiles. 

 

I felt in the pockets and found some paper and a pen, then just as I was about to think I wouldn’t find anything useful, I pulled out a fifty-dollar note.  I knew it wouldn’t get me far but at least it was something. The sound of a train behind me gave me an idea and I ran in the direction of the noise, seeing a station just down the end of the street. I was starting to panic, thinking Master would had made it out of the gallery by now and could come around the corner at any moment.  I ran into the station and bought a ticket for the next train, which luckily had just pulled up.  As I sat in the seat, the reality of what I had done hit me and I started to shake.  I had no idea where the train was going, but it was taking me further away from him with every minute.  The man across the way kept looking at me and I made an attempt to pull my skirt down so I was not showing off so much of my legs, finally putting Master’s coat over my knee.  By then the man had stood and I prepared to run, before he simply walked to the door, getting off at the next station.  My hands were shaking so badly that I hid them under the coat, my mind trying to think of what to do. 

 

Finally the train reached its final stop, a small town about thirty minutes out of the city. Having no choice but to get off, I put the coat back on and headed down the platform, wondering where to go now. I looked around me, seeing a few people heading to cars, but not knowing which direction I should head in.  A voice behind me made me jump and I turned to see a middle aged woman looking at me with real concern on her face.

 

“Honey, do you need some help? I don’t mean to pry but not many people get off here and you look a bit lost.” My intention was to say I was fine but her concern was enough to make be start to cry. Before I knew it, she had bundled me into her car and taken me a few streets away to her house.

 

A warm bath and a bowl of soup later, I was sitting in a comfy lounge chair, while she sat and knitted in front of the fireplace.  I sipped my tea, waiting for her to ask me about myself, but she just kept on knitting. She had told me her name was Helen as she had given me the soup, but had let me eat in silence. Part of me still felt like I was in a dream, but I had really done it, escaped from Master William. I shivered as I thought of how angry he must be and saw her put down her knitting. “Dear, I had decided to wait for you to tell me what is wrong but I just don’t think I can. I know you might not want to tell me anything but at least let me know your name.” 

 

“Of course, I wasn’t thinking, my name is J..Jenny.” For some reason, I didn’t want to tell her my real name. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me.”  She stood and came to sit on a seat closer to me, her face looking very motherly in the firelight.  “Dear, I can tell you are nervous and I couldn’t help but notice the marks on your body when you got into the bath.  I don’t want to intrude but if you want to talk to me you can.”  I really wanted to tell her about Master William but it was still too soon. She seemed to understand and patted my hand, making me jump.  “Let me show you where you can sleep and tomorrow we will work out what you can do.”

 

She led me upstairs to a small but cosy room and I found myself asleep in no time.  When I awoke to the sounds of birds outside the window, I jumped out of the bed, not knowing where I was. Where was Master William?  He would be angry if I woke him up? Slowly the events of the day before came back to me and I sat back down on the bed. My heart was beating fast and I had to take a few deep breaths to calm down. The knock at the door made me jump. “Jenny, are you up dear?  Can I come in?” It was so strange to have someone ask to come in rather then just barging in. “Yes, come in.”  She poked her head around the door, a dress in her hands. “This is a dress my daughter left here when she moved to the city. I am sure she wouldn’t mind if you wore it.” I could only nod, her kindness overwhelming me and she shut the door again.

 

I dressed and headed down stairs, the smells coming from the kitchen reminding me how hungry I was.  Over a serve of bacon and eggs, I told Helen a story about escaping from an abusive husband and my need to get far away. “Dear, I thought it might be something like that. Now don’t you worry, as I am going to pay for a bus ticket for you to go where you think you might be safe.” I help up my hand to say it was too much. “When I was your age I had to do just what you have done and since then I have tried to help out any other woman I think might need it. If it makes you feel better, you can repay me one day.”  I sighed and hugged her, feeling like I could really get my life back.

A week later I was sitting in my new apartment, Helen having also given me enough money to last me for at least a few weeks. I had bought some paints and canvases, painting some very commercial paintings. As I thought, these had sold easily at the local café and they had asked me for more.  Over the next few months I started to establish a name for myself, or at least my made up name, and gradually I began to feel safe. I still woke in the middle of the night thinking I was back with Master William and had to check all the doors and windows were locked before I could go back to sleep. My paintings were selling well and I found myself working all day to keep up with demand, which helped to keep my mind off what had happened.

 

One day I was approached to do a show in one of the bigger galleries in town and from there I was asked to do more until I was making quite a name for myself.  It had been over a year since I had escaped and I could actually go a day without thinking about Master William.  When I was asked a few months later to go on a local talk show, I accepted, my new name and new hair colour giving me the confidence that I would not be recognised.  It felt so good to be talked about as a rising talent and to have my art admired by so many people. My life as a slave stated to fade even more from my thoughts as I made new friends and attended fancy parties. 

 

I was on my way to another gallery opening for an artist friend, having come home to change, when I noticed something on the table that made my heart stop.  I picked up the piece of rope, my hands shaking as I tried to think of a logical reason why it could be there.  I had no time to move as the hand came down to cover my mouth.  The voice in my ear was unmistakable. “Slave Jill, you have caused me a lot of trouble.  I hope you are ready to make it up to me.”  He spun me around and I was once again face to face with the man I had hoped to never see again. I tried to read his eyes, to see how angry he was, but he was not giving anything away. 

 

He manhandled me over to my couch and pushed me down onto my knees.  I moaned as I hit the floor with a thud and he tied my arms behind me with the piece of rope he had left on the table.  Coming around to sit on the couch in front of me, his hand gripped my hair firmly enough for tears to come to my eyes.  I was in shock, not able to believe he had found me again. “Slave you have a punishment coming, but we will get to that soon.” He looked around the room, seeming to enjoy making me wait. “I see you have done very well for yourself Jill or should I say Jenny?” My heart sank knowing that he knew my new name.  “Master, what …..” the rest of my question was cut off  by a slap across my face.  My cheek was burning, as was my scalp where he had held on tight while he had hit me.

 

This time my tears fell down my face as he shook my head. “Slave, don’t test my patience!”  Just then the phone rang, making us both jump. “Are you expecting a call?”  I nodded, thinking it was properly my friend wondering where I was. “Ok, but you have to make it fast and you are not going anywhere tonight or tomorrow for that matter.” He picked up the phone and held it to my ear. “Julie, sorry I won’t be able to make it tonight. I just got a call that an old friend has had an accident and will have to go away for a while.” It was so hard to not ask her to help me, but I didn’t dare.  “OK, I’ll see you soon, good luck tonight.” 

 

The phone was removed from my ear and returned to its place. “Well done slave, I didn’t realise you were such a good liar as well as an escape artist. Now, show me where your bed is.”  My stomach flipped as he pulled me up to my feet, my hair straining in his grip. I walked into my room, standing just in the doorway.  A push made me move forward and he knelt me down on the floor again.  He left me kneeling while he looked around the room, whether to see if I would try to get away or just to keep me waiting, I wasn’t sure.  I did think about running but knew I wouldn’t make it too far and then would only make him have more reason to punish me.

 

“Stand up and come here.”  I did as he asked and moved to stand nervously in front of him. When his hand came to rest on my top button, I expected him to start to take my shirt off but he surprised me by moving his hand to gently grip my chin and kiss me.  It was a slow, lingering kiss and it made want to kiss him back, though I fought the urge. I wished he would get on with my punishment and not make me wait.  As he broke off the kiss I was surprised to see some sadness in his eyes.  He seemed to hesitate for a moment, something I had never seen him do and sat me down beside him on the bed. 

 

“Slave, I need to ask you something. Was your escape a spur of the moment thing or had you planned it?”  He sounded so different from his usual confident self that I found myself telling him the truth without any thought to what harm it might cause me. “I had planned it master.” I shrank away from him, expecting him to react badly to my confession, but he just sat looking at his hands. “Was it that awful to be with me?”  His question took me completely by surprise and I took a moment to think about how he had treated me. “Master, I just couldn’t stand the thought of belonging to someone. I saw how the other slaves almost revered you and just never wanted to be like that.” 

 

He stood up and walked a few paces to the wall and then turned to face me again.  I was unsettled by his behaviour and slight curious too.  “What I want to know is all those months, were you just pretending to be happy as my slave?”  For some reason, I felt ashamed of my actions and could only nod.  “What about the other slaves, were you pretending to like them too?” One of the things I had missed about my time with Master William had been the company of the other slaves. “Oh no Master, I really did like them, I wasn’t faking that.”  “I am pleased to hear that but you haven’t yet answered my original question. Was I that awful to be with?”  

 

Knowing there would be no getting out of answering him, I took a breath before I tried to explain what I felt for him. “Master, there were times when you scared and hurt me but…. but I have to be honest and say that there were times when I did get enjoyment out of being with you.”  I couldn’t believe I was telling him these things.  He came and sat beside me again, his hand coming to rest on my knee.  Flinching, he gripped me tighter, no so it hurt but enough to make me stay still.  ‘Ok, I can accept that.  I was just so surprised by your escape because you seemed to be settling in so well.  You are very lucky I didn’t catch you sooner as I was extremely angry with you for a long time. It was just blind luck that I saw an advertisement for one of your shows and though you look different, your art is the same. Now, it is time to deal with your punishment.”

 

The old Master was back as he stood me up and pulled my shirt open, the buttons flying around the room.  Gasping, I went to move back only to have my legs hit the bed, causing me to fall back onto my tied arms. Master laughed and pulled off my skirt and panties, holding me down with his body.  He didn’t give me a break as he pushed his fingers into me a few times before flipping me over.  This at least took the pressure off my arms but now I found my self with my hands being pulled up by a rope so they pointed up to the ceiling. He spread my legs wide and I felt them being tied off to the sides of the bed.  It was funny but despite my fear of what he was going to do, part of me was thinking how he must have spent some time getting the ropes in place before I had come home.

 

My head was pulled up and I felt a gag being pushed in, one with a ball attached to a band of leather.  He tightened the straps and I felt the ball push in further, the band around my face making it impossible to push the ball out. I tried not to panic; hating the way the gag constricted my breathing.  He lifted my face to the side to check the gag, stroking my cheek with his fingers. “I know this is tight but you do deserve it, also we don’t want any neighbours knocking on the door.”  I closed my eyes and he put my head down facing away from him. “Slave, you are not to move your head until I say so.” 

 

I nodded and braced myself as I heard a sound I knew well. The pain radiated through my left butt cheek, making me scream behind the gag.  The right cheek he hit just as hard and I understood why he had used such a restrictive gag.  He rubbed his hand over my bottom, before hitting me again three times on each cheek, harder then he had the first time. I flinched as his hand rubbed my bottom again. “That was just the warm up, slave.”  I clenched the cheeks of my bottom, but of course he simply waited until I had to relax them to strike again. For the next few minutes he continued to hit each butt cheek in turn, almost hitting me as hard as Master Tony had done so long ago. By the time I heard something drop onto the floor, I was crying and my bottom felt like it was on fire.

 

I hoped my punishment was over but knew that was just wishful thinking.  He rubbed my sore bottom making me try recoil away and then moved his hands down to my pussy.  His fingers started in my pussy but then moved up to my asshole.  It was not the first time he had used my ass but it had been a while now and I was not used to it.  Whimpering as he pushed his finger in, I tried to move away from his probing digit.  “Stay still slave. This is a punishment you have to take.”

 

His finger continued it’s probing, only being removed to dip into my pussy to get more moisture. Eventually he got two fingers in and then three, my asshole being made to stretch out wide.  I heard the sound of his zipper and then it was his cock pressing against my hole and I was sure he was going to rip me apart as he pushed into me.  It was the first time he had not used any extra lubrication and I was in agony as he forced his cock into me. I felt the head pop in and then a rush of flesh as his cock wormed its way into me.  By this time I was moaning constantly and tears covered my face. It made it hard to breath and my head began to swim as his cock filled me completely, his balls resting on my pussy.

 

He stayed still for a moment, though it did nothing to alleviate the pain.  I dreaded him moving, knowing it would hurt like hell.  When he did start to pull back, it was every bit a bad as I thought and I screamed again behind the gag.  I felt his fingers dip into my pussy again and when he pushed in, there seemed to be a bit less friction. He must have put some of my cream on his cock and for that I was extremely grateful.  Picking up speed, he worked his cock in and out, the pain still bad but not so much as at first. His fingers found my clit and began to rub it, his thrusts increasing even more.  Despite the pain or maybe because of it, I began to feel my orgasm approaching. 

 

His cock started to shudder in me and I felt the first of his cum fill my ass as I began to cum under his clever fingers. My body shook as he spurted more cum into me, his cock still filling me until he was done.  When I recovered from my own orgasm, I realised he had removed his cock but that I was still restrained on the bed.  My shoulders were starting to hurt and my ass both inside and out were on fire. I felt the gag being undone and sighed as it came out, only to have him turn my head so that I was facing him, or at least his cock. 

 

He pushed his cock against my lips and I tried hard to ignore where it had been. Knowing what he wanted didn’t make it any easier to do but I opened up and let him push his filth-covered cock into me. I gagged at both the taste and the way he was pushing it into my throat.  Figuring it was better to get it over with, I used my tongue to lick the underside of his cock as he pulled out again.  Then using my mouth, I closed around the head, sucking and swallowing as much of the foul substance as I could. He pushed back into my throat, remaining there until I thought I would pass out. I tried to pull my head back but he had the back of my head in his grasp. Pleading with my eyes, I gagged on his cock, spots appearing before my eyes. Finally he pulled out, leaving me coughing and gasping on the pillow. 

 

Once I had recovered and could breath again, he picked up the gag and held my head to return it again. “Please Master, I wont ..” He didn’t let me finish as he pushed the gag back in and turned to leave.  I grunted at him, shaking my arms and he turned back to me.  Looking him in the eye I again shook my arms. “So you want me to let your arms down? If I do, you owe me, ok?” I nodded my head and he let them down so they were lying on my back.  He left then and I heard the sound of the shower running and then he must have gone into the kitchen.  Soon I could hear him opening and closing cupboards and the sound of cooking.

 

As I lay there I wondered what would happen now.  It was strange that he seemed in no hurry to take me back to his house. Thinking about going back to life as a slave made me feel helpless again and I struggled to get off the bed.  Just then the door opened and Master William entered the room and sat down on the bed. Putting his hand gently onto my bottom, the touch of his fingers made me jump, though the pain had eased somewhat.  “I am going to let you up now, so no nonsense ok?”  I nodded and he released me from all of my bonds and then took off the gag.  He took my hand and led me into my own kitchen, where I could see that he had some food ready for us.

 

“I want us to be able to sit and eat, and then we can talk about what will happen from here. Can I trust you to be unrestrained?”  I had no desire to be tied up and felt too tired to try anything. “Yes, I’ll be good.  I don’t want you to tie me up again.”  He smiled and rubbed my cheek, before sitting me down at my own table. There was a cushion on the chair and it helped me to be able to sit. I was surprised that while my bottom was tender it was not aching like it had after Master Tony’s flogging.  It reminded me again of the difference between the two men. 

 

We ate in silence, each of us seeming to be occupied with our own thoughts. The food was good but I couldn’t eat much, needing to know what he planned for me.  “Not hungry?  Oh well, more for me then.”  He took the rest of the steak off my plate and I waited patiently while he finished eating.  I went to talk once but he held up his fork. “No talking, just wait.” 

 

After he had finished, he made us both a cup of coffee and we sat down in the lounge room. It would have seemed a normal meal among two friends except for the fact that I was naked and he was dressed.  I sipped my coffee and looked at his man who again had control over me.  Putting his cup down, he turned to me with a serious look on his face. “We have a problem that I’m not sure what to do about.”  I played nervously with my coffee cup while he continued to speak. “You have now become something of the minor celebrity, so it makes it harder for you just to disappear again.” I had a flutter of hope that he would leave me alone.  “However, I’m not willing to let you go again.”  My hope left me, making me feel that helpless feeling that I hated so much. I put my head down and looked at my hands, only to find him leaning over to lift my chin up again. “Hey, don’t worry, I think I have a solution that will suit both of us.”

 

He let go of my chin and took another sip of his coffee, making me wait yet again. “Please Master, I can’t stand not knowing what you plan to do with me.” He put down his cup again and stared at me, making me squirm in my seat. “Well slave, it really depends on you. As I said, you are too well known to just take back and anyway, I have the feeling you wouldn’t cope too well if I took you back to the house.”  I looked at him in surprise, not understanding why he was being so thoughtful.  “Don’t look so surprised slave, it is obvious to me that you are not cut out to be a full time slave. That and the problem of you know being well known, means that I have an interesting solution to offer to you.” 

 

Again he made me wait while he sipped his coffee.  “Here is what I have in mind.  You will stay here but be available to me whenever I need you to be.” He sat back, obviously interested in seeing my reaction.  “What do you mean?  Are you saying that I can still continue with my life but then I will have to still be your slave when you say?” It sounded crazy but then it also meant I had a chance of living a near normal life.  “Yes, that is right.  I suppose you are thinking that you could just leave town when I go and never come back. Well I suppose you could but you won’t. Do you want to know why?”  I nodded. “Well, you told me yourself you cared for the other slaves, it would be a shame if they had to be punished because of something you decided to do.”

 

I wanted to say, so what, but he knew that I did care too much for them and worst still; I knew he would do it. Tears came to my eyes, as I knew he had me trapped yet again. “How will I know when you are coming, I mean, I need to travel with my art sometimes.” He smiled, as my question told me I was going to follow his plan. “I will let you know in advance when I am coming and we can keep in touch via email.  By the way, I was curious as to why you didn’t just go straight to the police when you got away from me.” 

“I just couldn’t stand the thought of telling everyone what had happened to me. I just wanted to put it all behind me.”  He put down his cup and leaned in towards me again, making me have to fight the urge to move away from him. “Well, I must say I was expecting to have the police knocking on my motel room door, which is why I moved motels that night.  You know, I am not surprised very often but you really did surprise me. Now that I have found you again, I have to admit I was kind of impressed.”  I felt a strange sense of satisfaction, in spite of the fact that he had found me again. “Of course, I don’t expect anything like that to happen this time.” 

 

I knew that I would not try anything, not wanting to put the other slaves at risk.  He pulled me up to my feet and steered me into my room again. He allowed me some time to use the bathroom before telling me what he wanted me to do. “Lie on the bed, on your back, hands above your head.” I followed his instructions and he pulled out even more rope from under the bed and tied my hands to the top of my bed.  Wondering if he intended to use my body or just sleep, I felt relieved when he undressed and then lay down beside me. He gently squeezed my breast as I felt his hot breath in my ear. I moaned as he pulled my head up and again kissed me tenderly. 

 

“Slave, it is good to have you back.” With that thought in my head, he turned off the lamp and in a few minutes was asleep.  His hand was still resting on my breast and as I had no way of moving it, just tried to ignore it. I fell asleep with the sound of his breathing in my ear and his fingers on my breast. The next morning I woke to the sensation of his cock in my pussy, his hand coming down to cover my mouth as he picked up speed. “Morning slave, hope you slept well.” I had no way of answering him as he pounded away, my grunts the only sounds I could make. He didn’t take long to cum, pulling out and spurting all over my breasts.  He still had his hand over my mouth as he recovered his breathing, only removing it to stand up and go into the bathroom.

 

He left me tied up and his cum hardening on my breasts while he had his shower.  It gave me time to think about how my life would be with Master William back in it.  I knew I should be grateful that he had not been angrier with me or that he was at least letting me continue with my art, but still I felt miserable that my independence would be lost.  I had just started to feel a sense of freedom both in my art and in my life.  I hadn’t realised that I had started to cry until I felt the tears on my face. He walked back into the room just as I was trying to wipe them away. “Hey, what is wrong?  Are you in pain?”  Again I wondered at the complexity of the man and how he really did seem to care about the well being of his slaves. 

 

“No Master, I was … I was just thinking about how my life will change again.”  He sat down and wiped away my tears, before untying my arms and letting me sit up. “I know, slave, that you will find it hard at first to get used to being my slave again. I still am not sure myself if this arrangement will work, but I hope it can. If not, I will just have to take you back with me.” This was something I didn’t want. “No master, please give me a chance. I promise I will not try to get away and will do whatever you say.” I really did mean every word.  “Shh slave, I know you will, it might just take some time for us both to get used to this new situation.  I have to go back this morning but will be back tomorrow night. If all goes well, then we can continue. Now, I am ready for some food.”

 

That was how I came to be kneeling at my door, handcuffs on, waiting for my Master to enter the room. It had been a few months now and though there were times when I had thought of just disappearing, I never had.  The other slaves had all sent me emails and I had even spoken to Gina on the phone and I knew I could never put them in danger.  It was a strange life, but at least I was free most of the time.  The door opened and I saw the feet of my Master enter the room.  “Afternoon slave. Ready for some fun?”  I could only nod as once again I became slave Jill, a slave in name and body, if not in mind.  That part of me I still managed to keep for me