She was no longer her own person.  She was now property.  To her, it meant never having to make another decision, work at a job 5 days a week, or answer to anyone but her mistress for her actions.  What she never considered was the full scope of her ownership.  At this very moment, her mistress was organizing her future, with no input from her.  Her needs and wants were, after all, not all that important to her mistress.

 

Janice had enticed the beautiful young Asian girl, not with false promises but with what she saw in Irene as a simple need that had never been met.  Now that Irene was officially hers and had been physically altered with the addition of bars through her sensitive nipples and a ring through her nose, it was time to take away the last vestige of Irene’s former life; her name.  Janice had grown up always wanting a puppy, but had never been allowed one.  Now as an adult, she could have her wish, but having Irene as a tame animal was far more attractive to her.  Irene could be made to learn all the tricks she’d dreamed of teaching a puppy, but this pet could please her in ways no puppy ever would have, such as making her cum on command.  It was with this thought in mind that Janice decided upon Irene’s new name.  From now on, she’d simply be called pet, un- capitalized, as befitted her pet’s new status.  Janice imagined making pet beg, roll over and fetch.  These thoughts made her pussy tingle, so she decided to take a break from her planning for a moment and instead enjoy her new pet’s talented tongue.

 

She did nothing but sit at her home office desk with her skirt hiked up and her legs spread.  Her new pet did the rest.  When she’d had enough of pet’s tickling and probing tongue, she allowed her out from under the desk.  After sending pet off to get dressed, Janice jotted a couple of notes on a scrap of paper.  When pet returned, Janice scrutinized her critically, looking for something she could find fault with in the way pet had chosen to dress.  Her slave had done well though, her short, flimsy skirt just barely covering her hairless and pantyless pussy, a top two sizes too small to advertising rather than hide the fact that not only was she braless, but pierced as well.  On her feet were knee high black patent leather boots with a 6 inch stiletto heel, her makeup done to emphasize her lips, cheeks and eyes, and her long dark hair in a ponytail, making her look every bit the cheap whore, just the way Janice enjoyed most.

 

“I have an errand for you to run,” she told her slave.  But first, I have an announcement to make.  From now on, you are no longer Irene.  If I hear anyone ever call you that again, I’m going to punish you.  Understand?”

 

“Yes Mistress,” her slave answered timidly.

 

“Instead, your new name is pet.  If anyone ever asks, that is the name your mistress gave you.  Do you understand that too?”

 

“Yes Mistress, your pet understands.  Thank you Mistress for giving me a name.”

 

Janice gave Irene the scrap of paper, a ten-dollar bill and a cell phone.  “As my pet, you need a few supplies.  Firstly, get a nice big studded collar.  If possible, a pink leather one, but black will do.  You’ll need a leash too and a tag that reads ‘pet’, in lowercase lettering.  When you get these goodies, try the collar on and tell the sales person you’ll be wearing it home.  Then call me and have the sales person confirm how much you spent.  Oh, one other thing,” Janice said, reaching into her drawer.  “Here’s a condom.  Bring it home with cum in it.  I imagine you’ll have to make up the difference as ten dollars probably wont cover what these things cost, so you can make any arrangement you like.  Just bring the condom home used, even if you have to get someone off the street to fill it for you.  Now scat,” she said, smiling at the horrified look on her pet’s face. “Don’t let me down pet.  I’ve not yet had to punish you, but I wont hesitate.”

 

It was in utter turmoil that pet left her mistress’s house and walked down the street.  She’d thought the biggest thing she was going to have to deal with was the embarrassment of being out in public dressed as she was.  Now, not only did she look like a whore, she had to more or less be one too.  “Well,” she muttered to herself, “I was a whore the night I met the mistress, so what difference does it make?”

 

Being pimped out was totally different to prostitution, as pet quickly discovered.  Her boyfriend had pimped her out to her mistress, and now her mistress was playing a similar game with her, but the difference was that she’d either have to try to have sex with whoever was running the pet store or approach a stranger on the street and offer sex for the money she’d need to buy the items that’d humiliate her to wear.  The distress she was in was apparent as even though she loathed what she was being forced to do her body was betraying her.  Her nipples were rock hard and she could intimately feel the steel bars.  Her secretions were becoming obvious as they made her legs slick, which only embarrassed her more and in turn, made her secrete even faster.  She finally decided to find out how much her pet supplies were going to cost her.  With a purpose decided upon, she made her way to the pet store.  It took her about 15 minutes to walk the distance and she was a quivering mess by the time she stood in front of the racks of various collars.  There was indeed a pink leather collar, but it was $45.00.  Next to it was it’s cheaper $25.00 black counterpart.  Leashes ran anything from $9.95 to $25.00 and she also had yet to find the tag her mistress had ordered.  She finally found the tags at the counter, next to a pimply-faced youth who appeared to be the only employee in the store.

 

“Umm… how much are the tags,” she asked humbly.

 

“Well it depends,” the sales clerk said, eyeing her hard nipples in a way he thought she wouldn’t notice.  “You can get blank plastic ones for $0.99 cents and they run up to $4.99 for steel.  Then if you want them engraved, it costs an extra $5.00, which is cheaper than anywhere else around here,” he added with pride.

 

A quick calculation told pet she was at least $31.00 short, not including taxes, but if she was going to be forced to wear a collar and tags, she wanted to be dressed in the ‘nice’ stuff, which would add at least $24.00 to the bill.  So $55.00 for a hand job, she said to herself.  Would the kid go for it?

“Would you do a special price if… ummm… we… ahhh… could come to a deal?” She stammered.

 

“What sort of a deal,” the kid asked with interest, now unashamedly looking at her chest.

 

“I’ve only got ten bucks on me, but I wanted stuff that costs about $60 more than that.  If I ummm… show you my tits and ummm… ahhhh, maybe jack you off?” She stammered hopefully.

 

“I could get one of the other whores down the street to do it for ten!” He exclaimed, “And I wouldn’t get in trouble with my dad for stealing either!”

 

So he really thinks I’m a whore and it’s his dad’s store I’m in, she thought to herself.  Like that makes any difference, she mentally added.

 

“So what would you want?” She asked shyly.

 

“For sixty dollars, I could fuck any one of those whore’s in the ass,” he declared, hoping she didn’t know any better.  Actually, he’d never had sex before and it had never occurred to him before now to even go to a hooker.

 

“You’ve got to be kidding!” pet practically screeched.  You couldn’t pay ME enough…”

 

“Okay then,” he interrupted, thinking he was about to lose any sort of deal at all.  “Let me fuck you the regular way then.  But you have to do it here, coz I’ve got to keep an eye on the register,” he said in a pleading tone of voice that pet immediately recognized.

 

“How about a blowjob?  That’s the best I can do,” pet finished, just about ready ride his cock for free anyway, she was so embarrassed and turned on.

 

“Okay, but make it quick, in case my dad comes back early.”

 

“I’ll just get the things I want then.  I’ll be right back.  And I want a gold metal tag with the word ‘pet’, that’s a small ‘p’, small ‘e’ and small ‘t’, printed on it.  Got it?” She asked.  She might be doing this because she had to, but she wasn’t naive enough to believe he’d keep his promise if she made him wait afterwards.

 

While he got the tag ready, she went back to the collars, looked around to see if anyone else looked like they were getting ready to enter the store, then took down a pink one.  With fumbling fingers, she ripped off the tag and wrapped the collar around her neck.  It was a fairly tight fit, even though her neck was small, but she got it buckled.  As she reached for the leash she wanted, she shuddered and had a small orgasm from excitement alone.  After a couple of seconds she reached for the leash again and headed back to the counter.

 

“You need to talk to someone for me, okay?” she asked, remembering her Mistress’s instruction at the last moment.  Without waiting for a response, she pulled the cell phone out of her tiny purse and dialed Mistress.

 

Janice answered the phone on the second ring.  “Mistress, this is pet,” she whispered into the phone, hoping the kid wouldn’t hear that part of the conversation.

 

Janice knew at once why she was whispering.  “I can’t hear you dear, please speak up.”

 

The second time she spoke, pet said it a little louder.

 

“Is that you Phyllis?  I still can’t hear you,” Janice said, continuing her game.

 

“This is pet, Mistress,” pet practically sobbed into the phone loudly enough so that the sales boy looked up from what he was doing.  “I have the things you want and I’m wearing the collar now.  Here’s the guy who’s running the store.  He can tell you how much it’ll cost.”

 

Without waiting for her Mistress to acknowledge her further, pet handed the kid the phone.

 

“Hello,” the boy said.  This is Pet Supply Depot.  Can I help you?” he said, the finished tag held in one hand, the cell phone in the other and his eyes alternating between pet’s collar and her tits.

 

“Yes ma’am.  Um, hold on ma’am.”  The clerk put down the tag and held out his hand for the leash and the tag that came off the collar.  He quickly added the items up on a calculator, including tax and spoke into the phone again.  It’s $67.25, ma’am,” the kid stated.  “Yes, ma’am.  Have a nice day and thank you for shopping at Pet Supply Depot,” he added awkwardly into the phone.

 

“Quick, come around the counter,” the clerk said after closing the phone.  “I’ve done everything I promised, so now it’s your turn!”

 

“As soon as pet got around the counter, she saw that there was a space she could kneel that would keep her hidden from view.  She also saw that the clerk had already unzipped himself and had his little erection poking out at her.  “Take your top off.  I’ve got to see them tit before you begin,” he ordered.

 

Instead of arguing that it wasn’t part of their deal, pet quickly discarded her top, pausing for a few moments to ensure he got a good look, then scrambled under the counter just before the store door opened and another customer entered.

 

As quietly as she could, pet pulled out the condom and tore open the wrapper.  She carefully unrolled it over the kid’s throbbing cock and lowered her mouth over his knob.  It was all the boy needed and with a groan that made the customer look over at him from where she stood not 15 feet away, he came. Just as pet was about to remove the condom, the kid jerked around, out of her reach.  The female customer had spoken.

 

“Yes, ma’am, I’ll be right there.  I just have to… ummm… put these things away under the counter.  Just a moment please!”

 

The kid was trying to bend down and put his still hard, condom-covered cock back into his pants at the same time.  In the end, pet quietly swatted his hands away, ripped the condom off him and tucked him away herself.  As the grateful hid adjusted himself and headed off to serve the customer, pet tied a knot in the condom and reached for her shirt.

 

She could hear the kid explaining the benefits of some item over another as she got up from under the counter, grabbed her leash and tag, and quietly made her way out of the store.  She was sure both the customer and boy were drilling holes into her back with their eyes as she made her exit.  She was also sure they could hear the noise of her thighs slopping together as she walked, her very visible secretions the most embarrassing part of it.

 

When she got home to Mistress’s house, she found her still sitting at her office desk.

 

“You were very rude, pet.  I wanted to talk to you but you didn’t even give me an opportunity.  That is not acceptable and I guess it’s time to show you what happens to a naughty pet, she said, ignoring pet’s outstretched hands that held the leash and tag.

 

“Strip, go to the basement and wait for me.  Inside the door, you’ll find cuffs for your wrists and ankles.  Put them on.”

 

When Janice appeared in the basement a couple of minutes later, pet was nude, wearing the cuffs and shifting her weight nervously from one foot to the other.

 

“You wait on your knees, cunt!” Janice loudly warned her with a malicious tone of voice that scared pet to the core.

 

“Get over to the whipping post, now!” She told the frightened girl, pointing to a pillar in the middle of the unfinished basement.

 

Janice quickly connected pet to the chains that were there then picked up a vicious looking whip.

 

“Fifty on your ass or ten on your tits.  It’s your choice.  What is it to be?”

 

Fifty!  There was no way she could take that many, pet thought to herself.  “The ten, Mistress,” she replied with a sob.

 

“Very good pet.  Now this is going to hurt, but it’s supposed to, or it wouldn’t be a punishment, would it?  Each of the leather strands on this fine whip is going to leave its own mark and when they hit your nipples, you’re going to think you’re going to die.  But you wont.  That would be no fun.  It’s okay to scream though.  I’ll like that, but I don’t want you spending all your time blubbering, so you are to count each one.  If you forget to count, the stroke won’t count.  Got it?”

 

“Mistress, I’m sorry I was bad and it wont happen again, I promise!”

 

Janice drew back her hand and before pet could react, landed a cruel blow on the upper slope of pets left breast.  Pet let out a scream and practically wet herself because the pain was so intense.  She’d never even been spanked as a child and now here she was, being whipped on her titties.

 

“That one didn’t count.  It was just a light one to get your attention pet.  I asked you a question and I expected an answer.  Just this once, I’ll ask it again.  Don’t go thinking I’ll be so lenient in future though.  Do you understand that you are going to count each stroke out loud and if you forget I’ll just have to repeat the stroke?”

 

“Yes Mistress, I understand,” pet practically screamed through her tears.

 

“Okay pet, let’s get started.

 

The second stroke was directed in a similar spot on pet’s right breast, and was indeed much harder.  Again pet screamed, but this time she managed to count it out loud for her Mistress.  The third and fourth strokes were placed neatly below the nipples of each breast and pet counted these too.  When Janice landed the next stroke on pet’s left nipple, pet literally saw stars and wasn’t even aware as she counted the stroke that she’d lost control of her bladder and had wet herself.  Janice noticed though, and smiled to herself.  The next stroke to pet’s right nipple almost didn’t get counted, as pet was becoming delirious with the pain and almost forgot to count out loud.  The fire in her breasts told her she’d be ruined forever and she dared not look down in fear of seeing her titties all mangled and bleeding, but through the pain, she noticed that the fire in her breasts was causing a similar, yet nicer fire to begin in her crotch.  The count continued as Mistress put another two blows against pet’s right tit, this time covering the upper and lower slopes as well as catching a glancing blow to the distended, pierced nipple.  The fire between pet’s legs grew as she screamed almost non-stop now, hardly able to think much less count and she wasn’t even sure if she’d cried out a number or not.  Janice was paying careful attention to her pet, noting that she was still on her feet and especially that as each stroke landed, pet would unconsciously thrust her pelvis out as if in invitation.  The next stroke, on pet’s left lower swell, was counted wrong, pet screaming out the number four instead of the number seven.  Janice paused to ask pet if she wanted six more or if she just couldn’t count to ten.  The voice pet heard sounded like it was coming from a mile away and it was difficult for her to comprehend the question, but she knew it was a question and she concentrated really hard on the voice so she could answer.

 

“Yes, Mistress,” she managed.

 

“Yes you want six more or yes, you can’t count to ten?”  Janice stepped up to pet and despite the fact that pet had so recently wet herself Janice roughly pushed two fingers between the folds of pet’s pussy, finding them soaked with pet’s juices.  For her part, this was all pet needed and she climaxed on Janice’s hand.

 

“You obviously want six more, you horny little pain slut,” Janice pronounced.

 

“Can’t… count… Mistress,” pet finally managed to force out.  “Hurts… so bad,” she added.

 

“So you’re a stupid Asian cunt who cant count to ten and cums when someone touches your cunt, is that it?”

 

“Yes, Mistress,” pet sobbed in humiliation and pain.

 

“Well, let’s just get going again then, shall we?  The next number will be seven, then eight, nine and finally ten.

 

The pause in the whipping had given pet a moment to recover, but when the next blow landed, it was as if she’d been whipped non-stop all day.  She screeched out a seven, then an eight and a nine as Janice continued.  The fire between her legs was back and burning hotter than ever now.  As Janice arched back for the final blow, she was surprised to see pet unconsciously thrust out her chest to receive it.  It was a good one too.  Janice put all her strength behind it and pet screamed the loudest when it landed, the number ten she vocalized coming out as, ‘teeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnn’. She was cumming again.  The longest cum she’d ever had and no one had even touched her pussy.  She finally slumped in her chains, he wrists holding her from crumpling to the floor.  Janice was as horny as she’d ever been after that spectacle and angry that her pet had cum and passed out before she could have her pussy eaten out.  She slapped pet’s face once, then again, waking pet up.

 

“Stand up, you slant-eyed cum slut,” she roared at pet.  I’m going to get these chains off you so you can eat my sweet cunt and you’d better do a good job or I’ll lock you in a cage and forget about you forever!”

 

As soon as pet had found her footing once more, Janice released her and she fell to her knees in front of her mistress.

 

“Your pet is so sorry Mistress.  I’ll try harder to be good, I promise,” pet sobbed, crawling the two paces to Janice’s feet.  In moments, Janice felt her pet’s tongue on her pussy lips and she parted her legs to allow pet better access to her sopping pussy.  In minutes, Janice was cumming herself.  After pet had licked up all her cum from her pussy and legs, she allowed pet out from between her thighs.

 

That was the first time that pet felt truly owned, so truly an animal, just the pet her mistress had named her. She’d been disciplined for being bad yet even then her mistress had given her the gift of a wonderful orgasm.  Her head was spinning.  How could she have been in so much pain, yet cum so hard?  While she hated herself for it, she knew she’d be naughty again…

 

Janice was facing a problem that had plagued her since her father had died, leaving her the sole heiress to his fortune.  Her companies ran themselves and all she could do was make an attempt to spend a portion of her income.  Sure, men and even a few women regularly hit on her in an attempt to get at her money, but to her they were always so obvious that after Janice had played with them for a little while, leading them on so they thought they ‘had’ her, she’d enjoy the look on her suitor’s face when she cut them off for no apparent reason.  But that game can only be fun for so long.  She’d acquired her pet, but now after little more than a year, pet was beginning to bore her as well.  The little Asian did everything she demanded, if sometimes reluctantly at first.  Her only fun had been to humiliate the beautiful Asian slave and to punish her when she was slow to comply, or had messed up when she was attempting to do as instructed.  Janice thought back to the day she’d taken pet to the park.  It was one of those memories that not only lifted her spirits but was a source of inspiration as well and God knew she needed some now.

 

“We’re going to the park today,” Janice said to pet as she was served breakfast by her slave who was dressed in a mocking imitation of a maid’s outfit. 

 

The shiny black leather outfit only covered pet in places that didn’t matter.  The skirt was only 6 inches long from the waist, leaving her bald pussy and the cheeks of her ass semi exposed.  The bodice was extremely tight, forcing pet to breath shallowly and only served to restrain her breasts while allowing her nipples to peek out.  The back was crisscrossed with leather laces that allowed Janice to make it as tight as she liked.  She had a special black collar to go with this outfit.  It was a 4-inch band of shining leather with D rings riveted at intervals around it and a padlock that only Janice had the key for.  On her feet, pet wore 6-inch spiked stilettos that were padlocked around her ankles and particularly difficult to balance on, pet’s feet being small to start with.  To finish off the look, pet wore her hair up in a bun with a few wisps of her glossy black mane purposefully let free.

 

“I’ll get your outfit for you today,” Janice declared.  “I’ll leave it on your mat.”

 

She was of course referring to the bearskin rug on which pet slept.

 

“Yes Mistress.  That sounds like fun!”

 

While pet cleaned up the breakfast dishes, Janice went to her bedroom and collected pet’s park-wear.  As soon as she’d finished the dishes, pet hurried to her room as fast as she could on painful feet, half excited to see what her mistress had left for her, half nervous, for she’d been humiliated by what she’d been forced to wear many times before.  When she got to her mat, the clothing her mistress had promised was waiting for her, neatly folded.  There wasn’t much, in fact pet saw only two items in addition to her pink collar.  Picking up the top, pet saw that it was a simple pink tee shirt only so large it would look like a tent on her.  Holding it up against herself, pet saw that it had been neatly cut off and hemmed so that for all its size, it would leave her flat belly exposed.  There was also a pleated, white cotton mini skirt with a pattern of big pink flowers on it.  Janice had not left any footwear, which pet knew meant that either she’d wear what she had on now, which would look ridiculous, or no footwear at all. Her only though about the outfit was how conservative it was for her mistress’s tastes.  Pet carefully dropped into her ‘ready’ position on her knees for her mistress to return and unlock her collar and shoes.

 

When pet was all dressed up in the outfit, she felt really cute, with one shoulder bared because of the size of the tee shirt.  She had to fit the skirt dangerously low on her hips so that her bald beaver was covered, deciding that it would be better to parade around the park with the top of her asscheeks and part of her crack exposed than the its lower swells and her pussy.  She was also aware of how flimsy the material was and hoped it wouldn’t be too windy, as she’d be flashing everyone regardless, if it were.  Janice clipped the leash to pet’s collar and they left the house.  Even though it was only a short distance away, pet was surprised when her mistress told her they were going to walk.  She was barefoot and the footpaths were in need of repair, so loose stones and gravel kept hurting her feet as they walked along, pet very conscious of the fact that she was in public leashed like a dog.  Still, she proudly held her head up as led the way, taking small steps to ensure her skirt stayed down, even though the wind was mercifully absent.

 

At the entrance to the park, Janice unclipped pet’s leash and ordered her onto all fours on the grass.  As soon as pet was down, the humiliation he’d again have to endure was apparent.  The tee shirt allowed anyone looking her way to see her breasts swaying under her as the neck hole was so large and she had to quickly pull her skirt even lower on her hips, exposing more of the upper swells of her ass cheeks, just so her pussy could be covered if anyone saw her from the back.  Janice was delighted and told pet how wonderful she looked, which only made pet’s face redden even more.  Janice told pet to heel and without even bothering to look behind her, quickly made her way to a park bench a few hundred yards across the grass.  Pet scrambled to keep up, crawling across the grass as quickly as she was able.  Her tits swung wildly and her skirt kept flipping up but pet was too preoccupied to notice these things.  Although the park was practically deserted and the two women pet could see in the distance were looking the other way, the main road behind her was quite congested and the few motorists who had noticed her entering the park were slowing down to get a better look.  This caused a few honked horns and even more eyes turned to look at her retreating form.

 

She was quite out of breath from the unexpected exertion and humiliation as she reached her mistress.  Worse, her pussy was beginning to lubricate and now she had to worry about any secretions becoming visible if they continued.

 

Janice was a long way from done with her pet though.  As soon as pet stopped in front of her, she ordered pet to play dead, just like the trick she’d always wanted to teach a puppy.  Pet looked at her for a second, then acted out falling to the ground just like she’d seen people on television do.

 

Janice looked down at her in disgust.  “You’re my pet!  You don’t play dead like a person!  Do it like a puppy dog, you stupid bitch. You know, on your back with your arms and legs in the air!  And remind me to whip you for being so stupid when we get home.”

 

In an attempt to please her mistress and hopefully minimize the whipping she could expect later, pet rolled onto her back and assumed the position Janice had described.  Now, her whole naked lower torso and legs were on display to her mistress and anyone else who may happen to pass.  As she held her legs up in the air, she felt a cool breeze play over her fully exposed pussy and her secretions doubled, running into the upturned crack of her ass and wetting the cotton of her skirt.  Janice left her like that for minutes, watching as her pet’s arms and legs began to tremble from being held still for so long.  An old man walking his dog passed close by and circled around for a second, better look, with which Janice happily obliged before she told pet to roll over onto her hands and knees again.  Janice made pet do doggy-tricks for a full hour before reaching into her purse, pulling out a butt plug and handing it to pet.  Pet attempted to hide it in her hands, feeling as if the whole world could see it, see her and would know what was going to happen to it soon. Her cheeks became even more scarlet, although not from her exertions and the back of her skirt was drenched with her juices.

 

“Put it in, pet.” Janice told her.

 

Looking around for somewhere to go, pet hesitantly asked her mistress, “Where Mistress?”

 

“In your ass, you stupid bitch!  It’s not like you haven’t had one in there before!”

 

“I’m sorry mistress, I meant where can I go to put it in?”

 

“Just do it here, of course!  Why should you get privacy?  You’re nothing more than my pet and have you ever seen a pet look for privacy to do their business?  Or do you want me to do it for you?  Is that it?”

 

“No Mistress, your pet’s sorry Mistress!”

 

She was so shamed by this point that she was hardly able to speak between sobs, but experience told her that if her mistress did the task, she’d be sore for days to come.  Reaching behind her with the plug, she found her puckered rear entrance, knowing that all the juices she’d produced had made it ready to take the invader.  She still had to shove pretty hard to part her sphincter muscle and ease the plug into her and she let out a little moan as the widest part of the plug stretched her rear opening to it’s fullest before seating itself.

 

“Now, it’s time to ride the Teeter-Totter!” Janice said brightly.  “Come on pet, lead the way.”

 

It was the first time that pet had ever had to crawl with anything in her anus and she felt conflicting emotions about its presence as she crawled hesitantly towards the Teeter-Totter.  She was stretched and she felt the plug move around inside her, but it kind of felt good.  On the other hand, she could imagine what the plug was going to feel like as she rode the Teeter-Totter.  She was not looking forward to that.

 

Despite being out in public where others could hear, pet screamed the first time her mistress took her weight off her end of the Teeter-Totter, sending pet hammering to the ground on her seat, the plug pushing into her guts as if punched. The third time Janice did this, pet’s scream turned to a squeal as a small orgasm was unwittingly ripped from her abused torso.  There was a large puddle on pet’s seat when Janice called that game to an end, which she made pet lick clean, constantly reminding the embarrassed Asian while she licked the peeling painted wooden seat that the seat had held the asses of little boys and girls to numerous to even imagine, much less count.

 

When she’d finished licking the surface clean, pet realized that all the bumping she’d done had made her want to pee.

 

“Mistress, I need to pee real bad!”

 

“I was wondering how long you’d have to be out here before you needed to go, pet.  Use that sandbox over there,” she said pointing to a children’s sand pit.

 

The look of horror on pet’s face was as stimulating as anything she’d seen all day.  She could practically hear pet’s imagination working on the idea of having to urinate in public, in a sandbox that children played in.

 

“I don’t need to go after all,” pet finally decided.

 

“Nonsense pet.  Do it now.  I’ll watch out for anyone coming if that’s what you’re afraid of?”

 

“Yes Mistress,” pet agreed reluctantly.  She crawled into the sandbox, spread her knees and eventually, holding her lips apart with one hand like her Mistress liked and sobbing as she did so, let a few drops of urine fall to the sand.  The drops turned to a stream and the stream to a torrent as pet relaxed her muscles in her need to empty her overfull bladder.

 

Just as she got a good stream going, a trio of teenaged schoolgirls came out of nowhere and saw what pet was doing.  The three of them were walking in a group and were sharing a cigarette.

“Oh my fucking God,” screamed one of them.  “That Asian slut is pissing right in the sandbox!  How fucking gross!”

 

“What a pig,” the second agreed.

 

“She’s not even wearing underwear, the third laughed.  “I can see her titties and her bald box!”

 

“And to think, I used to play in that sandbox, although I don’t think I pissed in it!”

 

One of the girls had been chewing on an apple.  Suddenly, she threw it at pet, hitting her on the side of the head.

 

“Go!” She screamed to her friends, breaking into a run.  As the giggling group of girls departed, one of them turned to look back at Janice and her devastated slave, who was simultaneously pissing and crying in shame.

 

“Love the nipples,” she yelled back at pet.  “Wish I could suck on ‘em!”

 

It was then that pet found out she could be humiliated, pee and cum at the same time as the teenager’s last comment was all she’d needed to give her the release that had been building for so long.  Her own hand had found its way to her clit and she came as she squeezed her love bud and continued peeing.

 

CHAPTER 4

 

 

Janice had been fingering herself as she recounted the memory of their trip to the park, but she knew something was missing and as a result she just wasn’t getting off on the memory like usual. She considered calling pet in to finish her off then changed her mind.  Her pet was part of the problem.  She was always there and that was beginning to annoy Janice too.  Maybe, she thought to herself, she needed to go visit her friend Dave again today?  She’d spent most of the last week visiting with Dave, screwing him and watching him train his own slave.  Dave wasn’t interested in Janice’s money, or being her boyfriend.  He just enjoyed the novelty of having sex with an equal as a change from being serviced by his submissive sluts.  Thinking of Dave training his slave brought back a memory that suddenly produced goose bumps on her skin and a tingle in her clit. 

 

‘That’s it!’ Janice congratulated herself, her fingers moving once more to her pussy.

 

Her mind had returned to the day Dave had chained his slave’s nipples to pet’s then given each a bullwhip to use on the other until one of them gave up.  The duel had lasted more than 10 minutes, each slave giving the other a sound thrashing and receiving a lot more punishment than Janice would have previously felt comfortable dishing out.  Pet was the loser and Janice had magnanimously given her to Dave to punish her for losing.  When Dave had returned her, she was covered in cuts, bruises a few cigarette burns to her tit flesh and had a pair of needles pushed through her nipples, adjacent to and behind each piercing.  She smelled like she’d been pissed on and she confirmed Dave had indeed urinated on her cuts to maximize the pain she’d been subjected to.  Janice climaxed imagining pet being trained as a slut gladiator, slicing up her opponents and having them do their best to maim her.

 

When she recovered, she immediately went to the phone and dialed Dave’s number.

 

“Hi Dave,” she said pleasantly, “It’s me.  I was just thinking back to that bullwhip slave duel you organized for me and how much I enjoyed it.  I thought maybe we could have a rematch?”

 

“Do you think your girl could do better this time?”

 

“Probably not, without some training, but that’s not really my area of expertise now is it?” She laughed.  “I just liked watching the girls fight it out.  You know how much that turns me on.  I just wish it could have been more… violent, maybe?  A couple of little girls playing with whips are fun to watch, but I think they were both trying not to hurt the other too much.  I keep thinking how much more fun it’d be to have a no-holds-barred competition where the winner goes on to fight another opponent, with a prize at the end.  Sort of like in the amphitheatres of Rome… Have you ever heard of competitions like that?”

 

Dave thought about her question for a moment.  He’d been involved in the slave trade for many years and knew of quite a few specialty organizations that held exactly the sort of events she was talking about, however none of them were even close to legal.  These were dangerous people to deal with and he wasn’t about to let someone he considered a friend get themselves caught up in something they didn’t know as intimately as he did.

 

“Yes Red,” he said, using her nickname, “I do know what you mean and I also know of competitions out there like that, but I don’t know if it’d be wise for you to get involved.  People have lost their slaves, their fortunes and even on a few occasions, their own freedom at these competitions. Added to those risks, your pet is nowhere near ready to take on a professional female gladiator.  If you’d rather, I can swing an invitation for you to go to a game and watch other’s slaves fight.  How does that sound?”

 

“That sounds great!” Janice gushed excitedly.  But I still want pet to fight sometime.  Have you ever entered a contestant yourself?”

 

“Many times,” he laughed.  “I have been doing this for quite a few years my dear!”

 

“Well maybe you could train pet and enter her as yours then?” Janice asked hopefully.

 

“I simply don’t have the time. I’m spending all my free time working on Emily right now,” he responded, mentioning latest slave’s name.  “If you’re in such a hurry to get her trained, give this guy a call.  Hold on, I’ll just get the number.  He can do just as good a job as I can anyway.”  Dave found the number and Janice wrote it down.  They ended their call with Dave promising to let her know about her invitation to the next games.

 

Janice thought her pet would be as excited as she was, that she was going to have pet trained to fight, so was unprepared for pet’s response to the news.  After listening to what was going to happen, pet began to cry.  Janice was in such a good mood that she told pet to compose herself and explain why she was crying instead of just ignoring the outburst.  With difficulty, pet did as she was told and, kneeling at her mistress’s feet, explained that she’d agreed to be her slave, not a fighter and that she had never expected to be sent away.  Then pet did something that surprised them both; she flatly refused to go.  Janice’s mood changed in an instant.  Before pet could react, Janice grabbed her by the hair and pulled her forward off her knees.  By the time pet knew what was happening, Janice’s other hand had pulled pet’s arm up her back, nearly dislocating her shoulder and she was being dragged to her feet.  Janice pushed pet to a nearby wall and securely chained her there, before slapping pet’s face back and forth with her open hand.

 

“You do what I want when I want and you NEVER EVER say no to me, slut!” Janice screamed at her in fury.

 

Janice was tempted to get a cat-o-nine-tails and start in on pet until she’d worn herself out, but the logical part of Janice’s mind reminded her that she’d promised herself she’d never play with instruments of torture while she was angry, which may well have saved the terrified Asian’s slave’s life that day.  Janice was breathing hard from her exertions and pet was practically hyperventilating.  She’d never ever seen her mistress as angry as she was now.

 

“You just earned yourself the advanced course in discipline to go with the training I’d planned for you.  Don’t come crying to me if they cut your tits off to teach you a lesson though!  Just remember you brought this on yourself,” Janice spat, her fists clenched and shaking.  She turned and stalked out of the room, leaving pet to stand there, chained wrists and ankles to the wall, alone and scared.

 

 

 

CHAPTER 5

 

 

Janice left pet there without water, access to a bathroom or any way to sit or move, for almost a whole day.  When she returned, pet was just as she’d left her, but was now being supported by her wrists, her legs long since having refused to hold her up any longer.  She’d defecated herself and the brown mess was on her legs and at her feet.  She was still dressed in her maid’s uniform and her shoes had kept her Achilles tendons stretched continuously for more hours than ever before.  Simply put, pet had been in constant pain for almost 24 hours.

 

“God it stinks in here!  And I’m going to have to clean up this mess myself. You should be ashamed of yourself!  I hope you’ve had enough time to think about things, cunt.” 

 

Janice’s anger had long since dissipated, but when she saw her property in such a state, it was easy to feign anger.  In fact, the sight aroused her more than anything else.  With Janice was the man who was to take pet to her training.  He was a six foot six, 300-pound bodybuilder who was not fazed by the sight in front of him.  Janice took up a cane and struck pet hard across her chest, catching both nipples.

 

“Wake up you little fucker,” she shouted, as pet let out a blood-curdling scream when the pain registered.  “I hope you slept well too, for there’ll be no more of your laziness from now on.  Now stand up and say hello to Vince.  He’s going to be your trainer.”

 

With difficulty, pet struggled to a full standing position once more, ignoring the pains in her breasts, feet, legs and arms.  Her throat was so parched that when she spoke, only a croak came out.

 

“Hello Vince,” she managed.

 

Janice laid another stroke of the cane across pet’s cleavage in almost the same spot as before.  Once again, pet screamed.

 

“His name is Vince, but you call him Master!” she scolded.  Turning to Vince, Janice spoke as if pet wasn’t even there. 

 

“You see Vince, I told you she was a stupid slut.  I hope you can make something of her without having to kill her to get it.  She’s basically in good shape and she’s disease-free, but she got an idea in her head that she could say no to me.  I didn’t like that, as you can imagine.  I don’t know where I went wrong.  Maybe I was just too lenient with her, but I’m sure you wont be.  She’s done with the high life of leisure and luxury she’s had till now!” She laughed bitterly. 

 

“If you could just toughen her up a little and get rid of that annoying independent streak of hers.  I want her to concentrate on being the meanest fighter there ever was in combat, but she must still be able to enjoy a good fucking the way she does now.  Go on and touch her cunt.  I bet she’s soaked,” Janice said with a sadistic smile.

 

Vince reached out and roughly thrust two fingers between the lips of pet’s pussy.  She was indeed well lubricated already.

 

“It looks like she’s got good sized tits on her for an Asian,” Vince said, cupping them through the bodice of pet’s uniform.  “Has she had a boob job?”

 

“No,” Janice replied.  “They’re all natural with no sag.  Her ass is well rounded too, but it’s all shitty right now I imagine.  If you want, we can take her outside and spray her off with a hose before you take her?”

 

“Nah, that’s okay.  I’ll take care of that when we get there.  I’ve got a bag to put her in and that’ll keep her smell to a minimum in the back of the van.”

 

“Now you know that she’s gonna get pretty marked up, right?  I just want to make sure because I don’ want any complaints about it when she gets back.”

“If you can bring her back with all her body parts intact and not too crazy to be of any use, I don’t care if you take her skin off to achieve results,” Janice stated flatly.

 

In her mind, she pictured pet being returned with no boobs at all, her tits having been cut off her chest.  The thought excited her.

 

“Oh, and if you want, you can do the oral modifications we talked about.  As long as you’re sure her smile isn’t affected too much.”

 

“Oh, she’ll keep her teeth and lips, although teeth are sometimes a pain in the ass for oral sex.  The only difference you’ll see without the bit in place will be that she’ll look like she’s got more prominent cheekbones.  Are you sure you don’t want us to just knock the teeth out while we’re there?”

 

Janice thought about it seriously for a moment before deciding against it.  The idea of just how they would remove her teeth crossed her mind as she listed to Vince use the words ‘knock out’, though.  Janice imagined Vince just punching her hard enough in the mouth to dislodge all her beautiful white teeth.  It would probably take a few punched though, Janice corrected herself.

 

“No, not this time.  If I don’t like the look, we can still take them out when you return her can’t we?”

 

“I’ll bring the pliers then.  Okay, let’s get this done.  I’ve got a busy schedule planned.”

 

Janice unchained pet as Vince prepared the canvass sack, which looked more like an oversized sea bag used by sailors.  Vince enclosed pet’s neck with a single huge hand and only when he lifted the bag to begin the process of feeding it over pet’s head did she begin to react.  She squirmed as much as her exhausted body would allow in an attempt to stop his progress, but she was no match for Vince’s strength.  He simply squeezed her neck, cutting off her air supply until she quit thrashing.  The bag went over her head and he simply took his hand off her neck and the bag dropped down over her to her feet.  Vince pushed the bag and pet toppled over, falling hard to the ground.  A padlock was quickly applied to close and secure the bag and then Vince picked the bag up and hefted it over his shoulder like a sack of flour.

 

 

CHAPTER 6

 

 

The next light pet saw was when she was freed of the stifling bag after arriving at Vince’s training facility an hour later.  She looked around her when she got her senses back and found herself in a tiny cell with a straw-covered floor.  There were many cells in the stonewalled room, and quite a few of them held naked females of all shapes, sizes and ages.  A quick count told pet she was being held with 11 other females.  She was astounded to find how many women there were there, and shocked to see the variety. 

 

There was a cute Asian girl just looking at her, a woman in her forties crying in the corner of another cell and a another girl who couldn’t have been a day older than 16, if that, standing naked at the bars of her cell trying to get a look at pet.  A few of the females appeared to be asleep, or at least pet hoped that’s all it was.  She wasn’t sure of anything except that outside her cell, Vince was picking up a very large, very sharp looking pair of shears from a worktable at the far end of the room.  Frightened wonder turned to relief when Vince unlocked the cell the Asian was in and stepped inside instead of returning to her.  He told the Asian girl to kneel, which she immediately did.  He then stepped around behind her and used the shears to snip the wire-ties that held her wrists and arms severely bound behind her back, freeing them from what looked to have been a long confinement. 

 

Although free, the Asian kept her arms in place until he granted her permission to move them.  Slowly, the Asian girl did so, flexing her elbows and rubbing her forearms where the wire ties had left deep grooves in her skin, grimacing as circulation returned to her tortured limbs.

 

“You did well, Michelle.”

 

“Thank you Master.  May Michelle suck your cock for you now?” She asked politely.

 

“I don’t think so.  Go take a drink and show the new female how to get water.  She’s probably thirsty.”

 

“Yes Master.  May Michelle ask a question Master?”

 

“No.  Inquisitiveness is not becoming a slave.”

 

“Yes Master,” Michelle replied, dropping her head momentarily before dropping her hands to the ground and crawling over to the back wall of her cell, her ass swaying seductively.

 

There was a rubber dildo attached to the back wall about 2 and a half feet off the floor and Michelle enveloped the fake knob with her lips and sucked, hollowing her cheeks as she did so.  After a few moments, pet saw Michelle swallowing.  After releasing the dildo with her mouth, pet saw a drop of fluid about to drip out of the tip.  Michelle flicked out her tongue and expertly cleaned the fluid off before it could drip to the floor.

 

Connecting Vince’s words with Michelle’s actions, pet looked behind her and saw an identical rubber phallus emerging from the wall of her own cell.  In an attempt to stay out of trouble with Vince, pet didn’t even stand up, but instead crawled over to the phallus and wrapped her lips around its head.  She sucked and got nothing.  She sucked harder and still got nothing.  She was about ready to tell Vince that the phallus was broken but decided to try again first.  Drawing as hard as she could, she was finally rewarded with a few drops of fluid on her tongue.  She sucked again and eventually managed to get a flow going, letting the fluid slip down her parched throat.  When she could suck no more, she withdrew her mouth from the phallus and licked her lips, allowing herself to taste what the fluid was.  It was water!  A couple of drips slipped out of the phallus and landed on the ground, bringing a comment from Vince.

 

“This is your only warning.  NEVER EVER let the fluids from a cock drop to the ground, even if it is from the wall cock.  Twice a day you will be required to use the cock to get yourself off.  Show her Monique.”

 

The tiny girl, who looked like a child, obediently dropped to the floor in her own cell, crawled over to her phallus and quickly began slobbering over it.  Then she turned herself around and backed up to it, allowing it to slip between the folds of her sparsely furred pussy.  The phallus had to be 9 inches long and 3 inches around, but the girl grimaced and pushed herself back onto it until it was fully inside her, her ass cheeks pressed firmly against the wall.  Then she began rocking herself forward and backwards the phallus slipping in and out of her pussy faster and faster.  When she had a steady rhythm going, she lifted one hand to her clit and began rubbing it   Occasionally she’d remove the fingers from her cunt and squeeze one or the other of the now-stiff nipples on her a-cup breasts, all the while moaning ever more loudly.  Within minutes, her thighs began quivering and she was screaming at the phallus to fuck her harder.  Then it happened.  She obviously came, her arms collapsing under her and her forearms now supporting her weight.  She stayed that way for no more than 5 seconds before pulling herself off the phallus, which made an audible pop as it came free of her pussy.  She then quickly turned around and carefully licked her glossy juices off it.

 

“Did Monique do good this time Master?” she asked Vince.

 

“Acceptable.  But you still take too long.  Michelle here would have had two orgasms in that time.  Next time, pinch your clit, lips and nipples harder while you’re fucking.  Remember, tomorrow you’ll be fucking the phallus with your ass for the first time, so you wont be getting any stimulation inside your cunt.

 

“Thank you Master for your instruction.  Monique will try harder tomorrow.  May I practice cumming quicker Master,” she asked.

 

“Yes you may.  Now shut the fuck up and get busy.”

 

Monique said no more but instead moved so she was sitting with her legs spread towards pet, her back leaning against the wall of her cell for support.  Her hands went immediately to work, one cruelly twisting, pulling and pinching a nipple, the other alternating between pulling on her pussy lips, tugging hard at her tiny clit and slipping four fingers inside herself, practically fisting her own pussy.

 

Vince left Michelle’s cell, telling Michelle to follow him.  He didn’t seem at all concerned about her trying to escape, for good reason.  Michelle liked things just as they were.  She got to be submissive to his every whim, which she enjoyed.  Also, she got to dominate the other girls almost as much as she wanted, which she loved too.

 

“Get in there and clean up the new cunt.  She shat on herself and she smells.  Use the garden hose this time.  No need for the fire hose unless she decides to cause trouble.  Understand?  And don’t ruin that outfit of hers either.  Just put it aside.  I’ll have it cleaned later,” Vince instructed Michelle.  He knew that Michelle would have used extreme measures on pet just because she could, unless specifically told otherwise.  He’d learned that about the young Korean female after having to pull literally hundreds of sewing needles out of the tits of one of the other girls once.

 

“And be nice to her,” he added as an afterthought, knowing that Michelle could be a slave’s best friend if she wanted to be.

 

Michelle waited for Vince to open pet’s cell door then, hose in hand, walked through.  Vince locked the door after her.

 

“I’ll be back in an hour with food for all of you.  If I hear that there’s been trouble, you’ll all get a good whipping.”

 

The threat was only good as far as it went.  About half of the females in this dungeon looked forward to a whipping, these days finding it the only way achieve a truly fulfilling orgasm.

 

 

CHAPTER 7

 

 

“Hi, I’m Michelle, as you already know.  What’s your name?” Michelle asked politely.

 

“Ummm, I’m pet.  My mistress sent me here to learn to fight,” pet managed, before beginning to sob.

 

“Hey, don’t cry!  That’s not what we do here, anyway.  For right now, all you have to learn is how to be a good slut,” Michelle said softly, hoping to cheer the crying girl up a little.

 

“Now lets get this outfit off you.  Boy, you do stink, don’t you?” she said with a smile.

 

Moving behind an unresisting pet, Michelle found the laces that held the bodice of the maids uniform in place and began to loosen the strings.  It was only then that pet realized how long they’d been on and how tight they’d been.  She felt better the instant Michelle had released the pressure, subconsciously connecting Michelle’s kind action and soft voice with the friend she’d made in one of her mistress’s friend’s slaves, Emily, just a week ago.  In her mind, she’d already decided that Michelle was going to be a good friend too. Stifling her tears, pet thanked Michelle.  She hoped Michelle was telling the truth about the fighting thing.  That was scared her more than anything else they might do to her.

 

When she was naked, but for her collar and stilettos, pet had a sudden urge to cover up.  It was very uncomfortable being naked around so many others, even if they themselves were naked too. For the moment, Michelle ignored the fact that pet held an arm across her ample bosom and her other hand over her hairless pussy, instead, happily chatting to pet about some of the females in other cells.

 

“Monique here is the daughter of a powerful politician who wanted his lovely daughter to be taught the right way to be a slut so he could fuck her, lend her out to his close friends and abuse her without her doing stupid things that would get into the news.  She very nearly embarrassed him a few weeks ago when she fucked the football team instead of reporting for detention after class.  The principle got involved and she only saved her father additional problems by secretly filming herself getting a whipping on her bare ass.  The principle agreed to keep her activities secret after viewing a copy of the film that clearly shows him, a respected public official, subsequently fucking a fifteen year old.  That old cow is her mother, Linda,” he finished, looking over at the attractive, forty year old who pet had seen crying.

 

“She got here a couple of days before her daughter, but she’s been crying to herself off and on since.  Maybe she’s upset that her daughter’s a slut.  Like she herself isn’t!  I’ve seen her go down on that phallus just to be doing it and she can take the whole thing down her throat.  I think she got upset when she found out her husband’s going to be fucking her little girl too, which means she wont get as much cock.”  Speaking loudly enough so Linda could hear her, she continued.

 

“Linda’s a fox and if she doesn’t get twice as much cock when she gets back home then I’ll go over there with a strap-on and fuck her for a few hours every day myself!”

 

Linda looked over to Michelle.  Her tears had finally stopped now and she forced a weak smile onto her lips.  ‘Thank you,” she silently mouthed to Michelle.

 

“See the fat bitch at the end?  She can take both of Vince’s hands in her at once, one in her cunt and one in her ass, almost up to the elbow.  I don’t know what else she can do, but for such a fat hunk of lard, she’d not too bad looking.  I wouldn’t mind seeing her go down on me,” Michelle giggled.

 

She was referring to a brunette at the far end of the dungeon.  Maybe she’s fuller figured, pet thought, but she’s not fat.  “I wish my titties were as big and firm as hers,” she said, blushing when she realized she’d spoken out loud and not to herself.

 

“Hey Ruby,” Michelle called out.  “This one wishes she had your tits!  And look at hers, they’re fantastic!”  Michelle was behind pet and reaching around her, cupped her breasts, making the job of pet’s arm redundant.  Michelle rolled pet’s pierced nipples between her fingers and thumbs, making pet groan in pleasure.  Her hand dropped to her side as she allowed Michelle to manipulate them.

 

“Whoa there, pet!  No getting worked up until your body is clean.  I for one am NOT going to go down on you while you smell this bad.  Now the water is cold, so just hold on while I spray you off.  Turn around slowly so I can get all of you.”

 

Shivering as the icy spray hit her body, pet did as she was told.  Having no soap to use, Michelle just kept spraying her until she’d decided pet was clean.  After turning off the nozzle, Michelle went up to pet and hugged her close, pushing her tits and pelvis against pet.  Within seconds, she was kissing pet deeply, the two Asian’s arms wrapped around one another.  Pet had done many things with her mistress, but kissing her had not been one of them and this was as enjoyable as kissing Emily had been.  Michelle in turn enjoyed the kiss, but especially liked kneading pet’s ass cheeks as she thrust her tongue into pet’s willing mouth, feeling pet’s pussy making her thigh sticky just as she knew she was doing to pet’s.

 

“You juice well pet,” Michelle praised her as she broke away from the embrace.  “Are you as good with men?  I hope so because Master Vince doesn’t put up with slow responses when he’s fucking.  How long does it take you to cum?”

 

“I’ve never timed it!” pet answered in a surprised voice.

 

“Master Vince has a rule.  If you can’t cum within five minutes, he gets me to beat you while he fucks you until you cum.  And it’s important to be ready to cum at all times.  That’s why we have to practice with the dildos. We’ll time you shortly, okay?”

 

“Um, okay,” pet answered uncertainly.

 

“Do you know all the slave positions and responses yet?”

 

“My mistress made me kneel for her with my hands behind my neck and my knees spread wide.  Is that one of the positions?”

 

“Sure, but that’s only one of many.  Don’t worry, Master Vince will teach you all of them till you won’t even have to think about them.  And the responses will be natural too, as long as you remember you’re a slave and you don’t use the word ‘I’.  Just use the name you’re given, like this.  I’ll pretend to be you and your mistress has just asked how you are today.  ‘Pet is wonderfully horny today mistress.  May she slip her slutty tongue into your pussy for you?’  That’s pretty much all there is to it.  Once you can respond like that 100% of the time, Master Vince will teach you to act like a slave while stuff’s is done to you.

 

“What do you mean, stuff?” pet asked.

 

Turning her thigh out so pet could easily see the inside soft flesh near the Korean’s pussy, pet saw a brand about the size of a half-dollar.

 

“Master Vince branded me a couple of months ago and it hurt more than anything else ever has, but he made me keep sucking the pussy of the slave I was with and hold still while he burned me.  I could smell my skin cooking.  It was awful.  He’s never done that without restraining the slave before, he said.  That makes me special, I think, coz I stayed still,” Michelle said proudly.

 

“Hey Tina, can you count for us?”

 

“Sure, just tell me when to start.”

 

With a confused expression on her face, pet looked at Michelle.

 

“We’re going to time your orgasm silly,” Michelle laughed.

 

“It’s not like we’re wearing wristwatches!”

 

“You want me to orgasm here in front of everyone?  Oh I couldn’t!” pet exclaimed.

 

“If you don’t, Master Vince will make you sorry you came here!”

 

“I didn’t want to come here!  My mistress decided that!”

 

“If your mistress wants it, you want it.  Simple.  You’re a slave remember?  That means you are whatever your owner wants you to be!  Now, do you want to finger yourself to orgasm, or can I do it with my tongue.  I love the taste of girl-juice!”

 

“You do it,” pet said in defeat, blushing furiously again.

 

CHAPTER 8

 

 

Michelle was indeed talented.  Soon, laying back on a dry patch of the straw flooring, pet was oblivious to Tina’s monotonous counting as her whole being was taken up by what Michelle was doing.  Even the rough way Michelle cruelly manipulated pet’s nipples felt wonderful and pet knew she was going to cum quickly.  When it happened, it happened big.  Her whole body arching in pleasure, pet’s pussy practically gushed as she came.  At first, pet thought she’d pissed herself, she came so hard, practically drowning the eager Michelle as she tried to catch all pet’s spending.  There was no way pet would have known if she’d spent more or less than five minutes reaching orgasm.  Her whole body felt weak and it was hard for her to even lift her head, much less comprehend what was going on around her.  Eventually her senses returned and she remembered where she was and what she’d just done and the embarrassment set in again.

 

“Oh you are so juicy!” Exclaimed Michelle.  “And you taste wonderful!  Tina, what was the count?  I couldn’t hear.  This young slut had her thighs clamped around my head so hard I thought it was going to pop!”

 

“Two hundred and fifty six.  Don’t ask me to do the math though, I dropped out of High School.”

 

“It’s less than 5 minutes!  We’ve got a winner!” Michelle laughed.

 

Later, Michelle and pet talked.  Pet told her how she’d become Janice’s slave and Michelle related her own story.  With awe, pet listened as Michelle told her how she’d been abducted by three guys in a van when she was 16, from right outside the High school.  She’d been punched and kicked in the stomach and all over her titties, raped and thrown out, naked, in a bad part of town with a warning that if she said anything, they’d kill her family.  Michelle had made her way home, wearing rags she’d found in a dumpster.  She’d been so scared she didn’t tell anyone and didn’t report the abduction or the rape. 

 

About a month later, it happened again!  Her bruises had only just gone away.  The same guys had seen her outside the school, watched as she left her friends and began the walk home, and took her again.  This time she didn’t try so hard to fight and although they beat her a little, she found it somewhat more exciting as she was no longer a virgin since they’d popped her cherry the last time they’d taken her.  This time she sucked their cocks as good as she could when they told her to and she didn’t scream when they fucked her in the ass.  She even had a couple of orgasms during her ordeal.  Again they abandoned her but this time they left her with her clothes so she could dress before she went home. 

 

She was expecting it the third time they took her.  They were waiting right outside the school and she just climbed in the van without protest.  She did her best to please them, only to be labeled a slut, literally.  Michelle showed pet the mark on her belly where one of the guys had carved the word ‘slut’ into her flesh with his switchblade.  The raised lettering on her scar was so clear pet thought the guy that had done it must have been a professional.

 

After that, they came for her once a month, sometimes beating her, sometimes torturing her and always fucking her multiple times each.  Then one day, only one of the guys turned up.  She found out that day that one of the others had been killed in a gunfight over drugs and the other had been arrested.  This guy, called Snake, had decided that he was tired of their game and it was time to take her permanently. 

 

He took her to her house, waited while she got her stuff and left a note for her parents, then from then till a couple of months ago, she’d been his fucktoy slut.  He usually only beat her up when she’d done something wrong, unless he was drunk, which wasn’t so bad, but one day a few months ago, he beat her so bad she couldn’t get out of bed for days.  When she was well enough to get up, she found he wasn’t in the apartment but Vince was there instead.  That’s how she’d become Vince’s property.  Vince hadn’t cut her too much or broken anything yet, so she was better off.  And Vince made her cum every time she fucked him!

 

 

CHAPTER 9

 

 

Michelle had only just finished her story when Vince returned with food for everyone in a huge pan.  He worked his way down the row of cells, ladling something into bowls, which he subsequently slid through a slot in each cell.  When he got to Michelle’s cell, he put down the pan, opened its door, and then walked over to pet’s cell.  Calling to Michelle, he opened the door and told her to get her ass back to her own cell.  Michelle got up quickly and with a whispered, ‘watch how we eat’, hurried out.

 

Vince gave Michelle her food and she quickly got on all fours like a dog and began lapping the contents out of her bowl without using her hands.  Looking around at the others, pet saw them all doing the same thing, the first ones to be served having to chase their bowls across the floor to get the last of its contents.  When she got hers, she did the same as the others to avoid getting in trouble with Vince.  What she’d been given was a tasty stew that reminded her a little of the canned dog food she’d fed her own dog as a youngster.

 

Once the others had finished their meals, they all had faces covered in food.  To clean themselves, they scraped their faces with the back of their hands and licked their hands clean.  Even Linda, the older woman, cleaned herself off that way, so pet did too, feeling a little humiliated that she was being treated so much like a caged animal until she reconciled the fact that she was now exactly that; an animal in a cage.

 

“Okay sluts,” Vince said when he saw that the last female had finished cleaning herself.  “Get ready for your walk.”

 

All the slaves moved to the door of their cells and waited, standing erect with chests out, tummies in, arms behind their backs at attention.  Not knowing what was in store for her, pet did likewise.  Vince opened each cell and armed with a heavy-looking wide steel collar for each girl and a long chain for he snapped the collar closed around each girl’s neck and fed the chain through the large D-ring in each collar.  When he got to pet in the last cell, he had one more collars, having bypassed Michelle’s cell altogether.  Vince reached into his pocket, produced the key to pet’s black leather collar and used it to replace leather with steel.  The collar was much taller than the leather one and it was only just small enough to get around her neck, which forced her to hold her chin up.  After feeding the chain through pet’s collar, he used the other key Janice had given him to remove pet’s footwear before he moved to Michelle’s cell, opened the door and moved her to the front of the chained line of slaves.

 

Moving back to the far end of the line, Vince picked up a pile of manacles and proceeded to chain each slave’s hands behind her back, then hobbled each slave as well.  When he was finally ready, he ordered Michelle to lead the line.  Michelle knew what to do and, clinking in her hobble, led the line to the door where she waited for Vince to unlock and open it.  Michelle led the way down a corridor while Vince held the door for all the slaves.  Michelle chanced a remark to pet about what a privilege it was to be second on the coffle on her first day! 

 

Through an archway they marched, into an enclosed outdoor garden with twenty-foot walls surrounding it.  In one corner was a sandbox, in another, a concreted area.  In yet another corner was what appeared to be a thirty-foot long, eighteen-inch wide beam erected horizontally about three feet off the ground, with holes about nine inches in diameter bored through it at regular intervals.  In the middle of the grassy garden was what pet knew to be a whipping post and in the fourth corner, pet shuddered as she recognized an obvious fighting area. When Michelle stopped, pet almost walked into her as her attention had been on the garden and not what Michelle was doing.

 

When Vince arrived at the head of the line he made a motion to Michelle.  Immediately she made her way to the sandy corner, walking right through the sand to just about the far side of it.  She then stopped and squatted, the chain around Michelle’s neck forcing pet to squat too, as her own collar in turn forced the slave behind pet to do as well.  The line of females squatted in the sand as if waiting for something.  All too soon pet found out what that something was.  At a command from Vince, Michelle began to pee, right into the sand.  It seemed that all the others on the coffle were doing the same thing, judging by the splashing sounds pet heard.  Closing her eyes in humiliation, pet tried to relax her muscles enough to pee as well.  It was difficult, but when she thought about how badly she needed to go, it became easier.  The sight and smell when Michelle defecated in front of her almost made pet sick.  Somehow she managed to hold it inside. 

 

Eventually Vince, who was looking on, decided everyone was done and he made a motion with his hand. Michelle led the coffle in a squatting sidestep then used her feet to kick sand over the brown mess she’d made.  Others were doing the same thing too, pet could hear, although she wasn’t willing to risk looking around to check.  Next, Michelle had the coffle stand up and follow her to the concreted area.  She stopped and turned, facing the wall.  All the collars were loose enough that the females were able to face the wall without turning the collars, so they ended up in a line about thirty inches away from the brick wall, the chain still neatly strung between all the slaves.

 

When Michelle bent forward at the waist, pet was dragged forward into a similar position, as were all the slaves.  There wasn’t a long wait for pet to find out what was going to happen next.  Vince had taken a fire hose off its roll and began to spray each female with a strong, yet relatively gentle stream of water, paying special each female’s asses and pussies.  The spray was still very hard and felt like it was going to push its way into her rear entrance, but when it sprayed against her pussy lips, it felt wonderful, even if it was icy-cold.

 

Finishing the rinse-down, Vince made a motion to Michelle.  She immediately straightened up and led the coffle of naked beauties to the third corner of the garden.  Michelle stopped in front of the long beam, directly behind one of the holes.  It was not surprising that standing next to her, pet found herself in front of a hole too.  Vince unbuttoned then removed his shirt, displaying to pet for the first time an impressive torso.  Moving to the end of the beam, he took hold of some sort of handle, then with his muscles flexing, he lifted the handle.  What was in front of pet was a great big set of stocks!  Vince was lifting the top half of the beam and the holes were opening into cutouts.  Guessing the beam had to weigh at least three hundred pounds, pet found herself becoming excited at the shear physical strength of the man.  Using a wooden brace, Vince propped the beam in its open position.

 

Vince did something pet wasn’t expecting.  He ordered the entire coffle to do an about-face.  Then he helped each female lean backwards, seating her collar in the cutout.  Eventually, all the slaves were standing, leaning backwards, some more than others, their heads looking skyward as their necks rested in the stocks.  Vince closed the stocks, trapping all the females in place.  He took a moment to admire his charges and then divested himself of his last article of clothing, his pants.  Underneath them he wore no underwear and he had a nine-inch erection.  None of the females could see him, their vision limited to what was in the sky and a little to the left and right of them, so none knew when their turn had come to feel the multi-strand whip he used to warm their chests, bellies and thighs.

 

Stroking his cock to keep it erect, which was not too difficult a feat with so many lovely, naked slave girls bent backwards before him, he walked the line before randomly choosing a female to fuck.  He slipped his cock between the smooth folds of pet’s pussy, startling her, but filling her in a wonderful way.  He thrust into her for a few minutes and used his fingers to excite her clit until she came, then pulled out of her without himself having achieved an orgasm.  About half of the females in the stocks received this treatment, both Linda and her daughter among them, before he finished with Michelle, who was graced with an amazing amount of cum aimed at her ripe tits, his spurts of cum arcing powerfully to find their mark.

 

The slaves were left like that for at least an hour while Vince went away to clean himself up and have a bite to eat.  When he returned, all the females were showing the strain of being left for so long, bent as they were.  After taking another long look at the captive females, Vince finally lifted the beam again and freed them.  This time, when Michelle led the coffle, it was through a door that Vince held open and down a different corridor to a large room with a huge hot tub in the center.  Michelle waited and soon Vince was freeing them of their hobbles and manacles, but not the collars or chain.  Michelle climbed slowly into the steaming hot tub, pet having little choice but to follow.  At first the water seemed way too hot for her and she was sure she’d burn, but eventually she became used to it and was able to sit down and relax.  She was almost asleep in the water when she felt Michelle’s fingers playing with her nipple piercing.  Looking around dreamily, she found each of the females was playing with various parts of the female next to them. 

 

Many of the females were arching their bodies in excitement as their neighbor worked on them and they worked on the female next to them.  The feelings inside pet became more and more intense and she wanted to just relax and enjoy it but could see that her attention had to be shared with Michelle, who was receiving nothing from the slave to the other side of her in the chained circle of slaves.  Using the hand closest to Michelle, she reciprocated the pretty Asian’s manipulations.  Suddenly seeing a large blob of cum above the waterline on Michelle’s collarbone, pet brought her hand up and scooped it onto her finger.  She tasted it with the tip of her tongue then fed it to Michelle who greedily sucked her finger.

 

CHAPTER 10

 

All too soon the relaxing bathe in the hot tub was over and the females were standing in a line in front of Vince, skin wrinkled from the water and bodies dripping onto the stone floor.

 

“Tomorrow we are going to spend most of the day putting you bitches to the test.  Each of you will be paired with a female of about the same size and each chained to the other’s collar.  You’ll fight each other until one of you cannot get up.  The loser will be whipped then branded with a mark to remind her of her loss.  The female I select to spend the night with me will be exempted from this training.”

 

Vince inspected each female closely, attempting to choose the female that would pleasure him tonight.  He’d already decided pet ought to spend her first night in her cell, so had dismissed her as an option, despite how temping she looked.  She had been in fact doing all she could to be chosen to spend the night with him and therefore not have to fight the next day.  In the end, he chose the Senator’s reluctant wife, not because the older woman held any physical attribute that stood out from the others, despite her fairly reasonable appearance, but because she was one of the only females present that had made any specific objection to being here.  After she’d felt his whip a few times, she’d acted well enough while in the group, doing what she was told without undue complaint, but Vince wanted to get her by herself to see how she acted without her female support group.

 

After he’d removed his bed slave from the coffle he signaled Michelle and she led the remaining females back to the cell room to await his return.  Vince took his bed slave to his quarters, bound her wrists to overhead chains and left her standing on tiptoe, crying in shame, frustration and despair.  When he returned to the cell room, each slave was outside her cell, kneeling spread-kneed, chest out and hands behind her head in the position he required.

 

It took only moments to lock each girl in her cell and watch as one after another, they all backed onto the fuck-phallus attached to their walls.  It was an erotic sight, seeing so many naked, collared slaves wordlessly impaling themselves.  After a good look at the females fucking and masturbating, Vince switched out the lights and returned to his quarters.

 

At three in the morning, the world ended.  Or at least the world as Vince knew it anyway.  His door crashed from its hinges and before his eyes were even totally open, six men armed with M-16’s surrounded his bed, their muzzles pointed at his head.  The Senator’s wife was hanging naked but for her collar from the rafters, her wrists and ankles attached to hanging chains, her body a mass of welts from a fairly severe beating.  Protruding from her anus was the handle of the whip that had been used on her.  She was gagged, but was making every effort to scream her head off as more men filled the room, most of them looking at her nudity appreciatively.

 

Minutes later, the cell room was crowded with armed men staring awestruck at the females in their cages.  Michelle attempted to talk to them, asking them what they were doing there and what they wanted.  Not one of the well-trained men spoke, instead waiting silently for further instructions to be broadcast over their earpieces.  All the females were fully awake now, the noise of the men’s entrance having blasted into whatever dream each had been having.  All the females felt nervous, many attempting to hide themselves from the men’s gazes.  When the Unit Leader arrived, he used Vince’s key to unlock the first of the cells.  He took the chubby girl, Ruby, gently yet firmly and led her out of her cell and sat her, still naked, in a straight-backed chair.  She was interviewed for a full five minutes then photographed sitting and standing, from the front and from the back with no thought given to the fact that she might object to being photographed nude. 

 

The interview process had gleaned things like her full name, age, her most recent home address, her parents’ names etc.  She was asked if she’d been imprisoned or had agreed to be held.  She was as helpful as she could be, although some of her answers had to be asked a number of times as she’d initially found some of the questions too embarrassing to answer forthrightly.

 

The Unit Leader worked his way down the line of cells, taking the chair with him as he moved from cell to cell so that each female’s cell could be included in the photos. At least one photo of each female showed the phallus protruding from the wall of her cell in the background, with additional photos showing a detailed, close up of the device itself.  Some of the females attempted to ask questions, but none were answered or even acknowledged.  After each interview, one of the men would lead the female just interviewed to one of two lines, dependant of her answers to his questions.

 

When the Unit Leader got to Michelle, she simply refused to answer any questions at all, demanding to see her Master, demanding to know what was going on and telling then in a loud, defiant voice that they had no business messing with her Master’s slaves.  After a while, the interviewer gave up his questioning and had her added to the smaller of the two groups.

 

Pet was last to be interviewed and she was at a loss when it came to answering some of his questions, because the answers were too complex to give the required yes or no.  She didn’t want to provide her parents details, as the thought of them finding out how she was living terrified her more than anything so far.  She didn’t want her photograph taken and certainly did not want to appear nude in front of the camera, so the photographer was only able to get the photos he required with the assistance of a man to either side of pet, holding her still.  Pet joined the group that contained Michelle, Monique and two others.

 

The larger group was handed a small sheet each and led out of the room.  As soon as the door closed behind them, Michelle was shouting at the man who’d interviewed her, demanding to be taken to Vince.  The Team Leader stepped up to her, leaned over her about an inch from her face and said nothing until she’d run out of steam again.  Then her slapped her face.

 

“You, you slut, are no longer the slave of Vince.  You have just become my personal little cunt and I will enjoy reminding you of your deplorable behavior this morning at every opportunity I get,” he said, before building up a wad and spitting squarely in the shocked female’s face.

 

“Sir!”

 

“What do you want… Irene,” he asked after consulting his clipboard.

 

“Am I to be returned to my Mistress?”

 

“You, you stupid cunt, are a slave.  You have no right to ask questions like that without expecting punishment in return,” he responded, tweaking pet’s nipple firmly between thumb and forefinger while saying nothing that would indicate pet’s future.  He squeezed harder and pet grimaced in agony, but no sound escaped her lips.  With a smile, he finally let her nipple go.

 

“Good girl, Irene.  I have a better understanding now as to why you are a slave.

 

 The Team Leader, Jared, did have a plan for these females, but much of it revolved around confirming the information he’d gathered from them, against all the resources at his disposal, which included the records he knew Vince must keep somewhere.  Irene was an enigma though.  It appeared that she didn’t want to be there, yet would give no information as to her true origins.  He wondered if she was hiding some sort of criminal background, or the same some sort of social status that Monique had initially tried to as well.  He would find out soon, he knew, but he did hate to wait.  If they were to disappear permanently, he’d have new meat for his buddies in the club and if not, they could still provide a lot of entertainment before he released them to their families or whatever.

 

 

CHAPTER 11

 

 

The morning came and went.  The females had each been strung up using manacles around their wrists and now their upraised arms bore the brunt of their weight.  They had been given no food or water and all were parched and they had no way of telling the passage of time except that four of them had been unable to contain their wastes any longer, which created the awful stench that greeted Jared when he finally returned.

 

The first thing Jared did was to comment of the smell then take the hose off the wall and spray the females down, forcing the soiled straw into the drains that had been installed in the floor for that purpose.  Once the smell had all but dissipated, Jared took time to inspect each cold, dripping female more closely, not hesitating for a moment when it was Monique’s turn to have her sex violated by three large fingers.  Monique automatically thrust herself against him, as did the others except pet.  When he pushed his fingers into her, he found her dry inside.

 

“I thought you cunts were supposed to always be ready for penetration?” he stated accusingly to pet upon finding her dry.

 

“I’m sorry sir,” pet sobbed in embarrassment.  “I’m not used to this… um… treatment,” she stammered.

 

“Well Irene,” he replied, now having had an opportunity to familiarize himself with each female’s name, history and probable reason for being here, “it seems that we arrived just in time then,” he continued, removing his fingers from her and sniffing them delicately.  “I plan to write a letter to your father, Reverend Dulmar,” he paused to savor the shocked expression of her face, “and once he’s confirmed that he recognizes the female in the photographs we took last evening, you can be released into his custody.”

 

“But I don’t want you to!” Irene squeaked.

 

“I’m sure that you would rather be with him than be a slave for the rest of your life, being handed around from person to person with no choice who fucks you or how they do it.  I admit that he may be a little shocked at seeing you posed naked in front of a great big dildo,” he paused again to indicate one of the dildos protruding from the back of every cell, “but he is your daddy and I’m sure he’s seen you naked many times growing up.”

 

“But I’m an adult!  I don’t want my father to see me like this at all!” She pleaded.

 

“You seem to forget that right now you’re a slave and you’re in no position to be talking to me as you are,” he stated flatly, an edge of steel coming into his voice.

 

“If I want to, I can deliver you to the church doors mid-service, parade you down the center isle to him, as naked as you are now, wearing nothing but your collar.  Luckily for you, I’ve yet to decide what’s in my best interest.  Maybe I’ll return you to Janice Dubois.  Maybe I ought to offer you a contract to be my slave for a while instead.  I don’t know yet.  As for you others, Sarah, you’re going home to your mother.  She’s already been contacted and will expect you home on tonight’s nine o’clock flight.  The rest of you are coming with me.  Your daddy the powerful politician,” he said with a sneer, “has been contacted and he’s willing to go along with whatever I wish to do with you.  Lets just say we made an agreement” he said to Monique with a smirk.

 

“Who wants to suck my cock?” Jared asked suddenly.

 

Before anyone else was sure they’d heard him correctly, Monique volunteered to do it.  Irene was right behind her, scared of what he might decide to do with her and hoping if she pleased him he’d just let her go.

 

“So the frigid cow is willing to suck my cock,” Jared smiled towards pet.

 

“Would you be so happy to volunteer if I offered to whip your ass until I came instead?”

 

Irene was silent for a moment.  She surely didn’t want to be whipped but she didn’t know what sort of answer he expected.  She decided to be honest.

 

“Master, pet doesn’t like to be hurt, but she’s getting good at sucking cock,” Irene said, purposely referring to herself in the third person.

 

“Pet doesn’t like to be hurt,” he mimicked with a laugh.  “As if it matters what a lazy, fat-titted, cock sucking Asian slut like you wants!” he grinned.  “Lounging around for hours and when I make a suggestion of something for you bitches to occupy yourselves with, all I get for my efforts is whining!”

 

Nevertheless, Jared went to Monique and released her manacles, allowing her to drop to the floor before she could take charge of her leg muscles enough to stand.  Staying on the ground, Monique crawled to Jared and begged to be allowed to suck his beautiful cock.

 

Grinning now like a fool, Jared gave his permission and Monique attacked his zipper with unrestrained relish.  Within minutes, Jared was pulling his cock out of Monique’s mouth so he could spray her face and small tits.

 

He then released Michelle and told her to clean up the mess, which she did without hesitation.

 

“You might be a feisty little whore, Michelle, but at least you know who the boss is.  Maybe I will have fun with you after all,” he commented, giving her upturned ass a hard, well-placed slap to punctuate his point.

 

“No matter what I do with you,” he said looking at pet, “I think it’s time to put new holes in your body.  Your nipples are pierced, but you don’t even have earrings, let alone pussy rings, nose ring, eyebrow or lip rings.”

“Please no sir!  My nipples hurt so bad when they were done!”

 

“Fuck that!  I think I’d like to hear you scream in pain, even though it’s not likely any of these things will be anywhere near as painful as you seemed to think the piercing of your nipples was.”

 

Jared thought for a moment longer, then his eyes brightened with another thought.  “You know what?  I think I’m going to make you into a Goth-girl slut.  Yes, that’s it,” he continued, the idea growing in his head.

 

“Shave your head into a Mohawk, pluck your eyebrows out then tattoo more appropriate looking eyebrows on instead.  Six or seven studs in each ear with nice big hoops too, I’ll get a nice big nose ring for your septum, have a tattoo party on your back and maybe have rings implanted in your skin at your hips to hold any clothing you wear on you.  A few rings in your cunt lips can hold little bells that jangle as you move and double for lacing your pussy closed when I want you to hold something in that dry channel you have up there.”

 

Jared seemed to think on it a little longer before he continued.

 

“A Goth-girl slut isn’t a slut though unless she has way bigger rings in her tits that people can enjoy, so these little things will have to go,” he finished, tugging harshly at her little bar-belled nipples for emphasis.

 

The hanging female was in shock.  So many more rings and studs that they’d be hard to count!  Bigger rings through her nipples!  Tattoos on her flawless skin, but worse; her beautiful hair that she believed to be her most prized feature cut off?  No, he wouldn’t.  He couldn’t!  She would fight him!  She wouldn’t let him do it!  She knew she couldn’t live with the new look he wanted to force upon her.  Struggling wildly in her chains for a minute, pet only managed to wear herself out even more.  She was his prisoner.  What would happen if he did all that to her and then followed through with his threat to hand her over, naked, to her father?  She’d die of shame, at herself and for her father.

 

Jared was pleased with the result of his words on the chained female and fully intended to begin her transformation as soon as possible.  He knew he’d have to turn her over to Janice eventually, but who cared if he did it after he’d had his fun?  The idea of Janice Dubois, the heiress and socialite, making a scene about the condition of her slave when she was returned, free of charge, made him smile.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 12

 

The first thing that Jared did was put Michelle and Monique back in manacles.  They were not happy about it, having just spent so many hours in that position, but neither offered resistance.  Next, he released pet from hers and simply threw her over his shoulder rather than drag her to where he was taking her.  She beat at his back feebly and begged him to leave her be, but she was just too worn out to be any more than an amusing annoyance, in much the same way as a puppy that jumps up at his master, is annoying yet cute.

 

Jared took the young Asian slave to a room she had never seen before, yet what she was able to see of it as she rode naked over Jared’s shoulder, terrified her.  It was a room Jared himself had only seen this morning for the first time.  Stepping into the room was like stepping into an empty doctors office, or to be more precise, a dentist’s office.  A professional dentist chair dominated the room, complete with the adjustable light that enabled the dentist to better see what he was doing.  The only difference between this chair and a regular chair were the restraints.  There were straps to hold a prisoner’s arms and ankles, then a harness that would completely immobilize a victim’s head.  Laid out neatly under plastic to the side of the table were the regular tools of a dentist including the picks and drills pet was so afraid of. 

 

Jared was easily able to restrain pet to the chair and when he’d finished, she was looking up at him with wide, terrified eyes that he found very arousing.  A leather strap around her forehead held it perfectly still and a chinstrap with a locking device, forced her mouth open as far as he wanted it.  He knew it must be particularly uncomfortable already, but just for fun, he ratcheted the device one more notch and was rewarded by a gurgling moan from his captive slave.  He took a long look at her nude body stretched out before him, a few more ideas coming to mind for the time when he’d turn this tiny Asian with big tits into a Goth fuck slut.  First things first though, he reminded himself.  He’d promised his buddies a new girl and Irene seemed to be a perfect choice, albeit not her choice.

 

Pet thought her jaw was going to come unhinged, her mouth was being forced open so much.  She was sure she would have been able to fit her whole fist in there if she’d wanted to, but then Jared prized her jaw open even wider!  It was pure agony.  Even her teeth ached with the strain.  She tried to scream but she was already so weak and parched that the scream came out weak and thin, even to her ears.

 

Jared, ignoring her whining, left pet alone and went to find out what had happened to the dentist who was to do the work on her.  The dentist was one of the guys from the club and had been surprised that Jared had chosen a place other than his office to have the new slave’s oral work done, but at Jared’s request, had agreed to make a house call.  Now it seemed, he was running behind schedule.  Maybe he just likes keeping folks waiting, Jared laughed to himself, as he closed the door behind him.

 

When he returned a few minutes later with the dentist, they found pet just as Jared had left her, but now her eyes were wasting precious tears from her already dehydrated body.

 

“You said this was a fully fitted surgery?” The dentist asked Jared.  “Lets get some x-rays then.  It wouldn’t do to go to all this trouble only to have a slave with an uncontrollable toothache!” He laughed.

 

Pet’s mouth was quickly x-rayed and as soon as the dentist had what he needed, he lifted the drill and got to work.  She watched helplessly as the drill descended upon her, wanting to scream at him that he hadn’t even given her anything for the pain yet, and then realizing that this was his intent.  She nearly fainted when he began drilling through the hard enamel covering her back molar, the sound torturous and terrifying.  The dentist savored her weak, continuous screams as he worked, however he still took care to do the best job he was capable of.  Her resistance to pain was so diminished due to her emotional and physical state that she did faint when the drill finally met the nerve.

 

When she regained consciousness, she was still strapped down, the dentist still working furiously inside her oral cavity, yet now something was different.  It was hard to distinguish between the pain in her jaw and the excruciating torture he was subjecting her to, but eventually she realized that she was feeling pleasure too!  Her pierced nipples were little wooden nubs, her clit felt a foot long and she was on the verge of a climax.  She was dismayed that her body could be lying to itself this badly.  Further thought was momentarily cut off as her body spasmed in orgasm, the only thing preventing the dentist from pausing in his work the fact that her head was so firmly clamped down.  Once again, pet was unconscious.

 

The second time pet’s eyes flickered open, the dentist was not leaning over her and her whole face felt like she’d been kicked by a horse, although there was no specific pain as their had been while the dentist had been drilling.  The first thing pet did was to attempt to move her tongue, to feel what had been done to her.  That’s when she found that it had been clamped out of the dentist’s way and useless to her.  The second thing that registered was a wet feeling between her legs.  Hoping she hadn’t disgraced herself by urinating on the seat, pet tried to clench her thighs together and that’s when she felt the hardness of a dildo pressing against her clit, it’s batteries now so low it only barely vibrated.  The third thing that got pet’s attention and humiliated her the most was the smell.  She’d defecated before and it had embarrassed her terribly, but this was different.  The air was absolutely dripping with the aroma of her sex juices!  She was horrified at the thought that the dentist would know she’d climaxed during his painful torture and her humiliation was just making things worse!

Just then the dentist returned.

 

“Ah, I see you’re awake.  Good.  That makes the next part so much more fun.  For me, at least,” he laughed.

 

“This is one of the gags you’re to be fitted with,” he said, holding up the item in his hand for her to see. 

 

“Inside your mouth now resides a lovely set of braces, that are not evident when you smile normally, but are obvious when you open your mouth widely as it is now.  The braces have a number of features, the first being that they will allow the tailing edges of this special gag to be locked in place,” he said, indicating the little tabs on the device.

 

“So that even if the strap that goes around your head should become loose, the ball on the regular version cannot be expelled.  Now what makes this particular gag special is that it has a slot and a hole in it, see?”

 

The slot is for your tongue; the hole is for a straw that can be fed right through the gag into your mouth or even all the way into your stomach!  Isn’t that exciting?” The doctor was so happy with his device that he was almost giggling with glee.

 

Closing her eyes and shuddering at the thought, pet’s attention was snapped back to the doctor when a pain as bad as the drill hitting her nerve lanced through her back teeth.  The dentist stood over her holding a tiny tube, no bigger than an ink pen.

 

“This is another feature,” he said happily, showing her the tube.

 

“All I have to do is touch the button on the end and an electronic signal is sent directly to the nerve ending in your molars!  The braces act as an antenna for the receiver.  I can only imagine what it feels like.  I certainly wouldn’t choose to have one fitted to me!”

 

As if I’d wanted this torture, pet screamed to herself!

 

“Oh, by the way, I’m going to recommend that Jared pierces your eyelids so that we can hook them open for you.  There are some things we’re not going to want you to miss!  But I’m getting off topic.  I bet you’re wondering why there’s a slot for your tongue in this gag, aren’t you?  Well, we just sit the gag on the applicator, like this,” he said, slipping what looked to pet like a pair of weird pliers, through the slot on the gag so that the jaws poked out the other side.

 

“Then we simply grab your tongue, pull it through the gag and secure it with this pin!”

The dentist picked up what looked to pet like a tongue stud, only twice as long and showed it to pet. 

 

“Of course the pin is too long to keep in your mouth when you’re not wearing the gag, so I’ve got a keeper-stud that you’ll wear at all other times.  Now, lets get the gag fitted and see what it looks like on you, shall we?”

 

Not requiring or expecting a response, the dentist refitted the applicator to the gag, reached the jaws into pet’s mouth and clamped them down on her tongue.  Then, releasing the clamp that had been holding her tongue in place out of the way, he simply pulled.  The ball slipped over the applicator and into pet’s mouth.  She felt a click as it locked itself in place and then the stabbing pain resulting from the dentist thrusting the pin through her previously un-pierced tongue.

 

“Now, wiggle the tip of your tongue for me cunt, there’s a good girl.”

 

There was no way she would do it!  Why help this heinous cocksucker get his jollies, she decided.  A simple push of the button on his remote quickly changed her mind and the tip of her tongue was flipping up and down as if her life depended on it.

 

“You see, you can still service men and women while wearing the gag!  Perfect!  Now we’ll just take this one off and put your bit-gag on instead and we’ll be ready to take you to Jared for your ponygirl fitting.”

 

With that, the dentist reattached the jaws of the applicator to pet’s tongue and deftly whipped the bar back out of the hole he’d made.  He jiggled the ball, detaching it from her braces, then slipped the ball back over the jaws of the applicator.  Before letting go of her tongue, he inserted the stud to keep her new piercing open.  Putting down the ball and applicator, the dentist reached for what pet knew to be the bit he’d spoken of.  It looked exactly like the bit a horse would wear, except smaller and with the little tabs to lock it in place.  It clipped easily in place and although pet knew she’d not be able to talk while wearing it, at least her tongue was somewhat free to roam the inside of her mouth.

 

The dentist quickly released her head and reached for a mirror.  Although she had no desire to see herself this way, pet looked, more in fear of the toothache the doctor could administer.  Instead of a horrifically disfigured animal, pet saw herself in the mirror, seeming to bite down on a metal bar with her teeth.  The bit even had intricate fretwork on the flat panels that sat snugly against her skin.  Twisting her head from side to side to get a better look, pet had to admit that it was actually very erotic looking.  Baring her lips, she saw her bright white teeth and no hint of the braces the dentist had installed.

 

The dentist released pet from the chair and pulled her to her feet.  Holding the shocker tube prominently in his hand, the dentist led the way to Jared.  There was no fight left in pet and she humbly followed the dentist, walking naked down the hall behind him, the bit still between her teeth.

 

CHAPTER 13

 

 

The dentist led pet into another room, where the walls were lined with instruments of torture and bondage.  Many chains hung from the ceiling and pet’s eyes widened when she saw that from one set, Michelle was suspended, bound at the knees, wrists and waist so that she hung horizontally, about seven feet off the floor.  Her ankles were bound to her knees and her arms were bound at the elbows.  Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail and roped to a hook that was impaled in her anus, resulting in her head staying level.  She had a big red ball gag in her mouth and it looked like she’d been used as a human piñata as there were livid red stripes all over her body, including her neck and face, but mostly on her sides and thighs.

 

Shuddering at the pain she knew Michelle must be in, pet quickly looked away.

 

“Ah, there you are.  You’re just in time,” Jared said, putting down a glossy black piece of latex.

 

“I’ve got the boots and the headgear ready and I’m just waiting on Maliia to bring the rings I need.  Set her up in the frame, will you Phil?” Jared asked, acknowledging pet.

 

“She needs cleaned and sterilized, so you may as well feed and water her as well.”

 

The dentist pushed pet forward towards two poles, positioned about six feet apart and used manacles to secure her wrists and ankles to chains that went through eyeholes in the poles.  Once she was secured, Phil rotated a big wheel and the pulleys began to retract into their eyeholes, forcing pet to shuffle her feet further and further apart.  The chains on her wrists pulled her arms horizontal and Phil only stopped when the manacles began to dig into her wrists, threatening to pull her arms out of their sockets.  Although grimacing in discomfort, pet made no sound. 

 

Phil picked up a canister that had a pipe attached to its base and opened the lid.  Into the container he poured a mixture that looked like a cross between tomato soup and oatmeal and had a similar consistency to that of chunky, melted ice cream. After recapping it, Phil put the canister down for a moment and, moving to pet, ordered her to open her mouth.  Pet wasn’t about to help him feed her the disgusting-looking porridge, so kept her mouth closed.  She hadn’t even seen the tube in Phil’s fingers, but felt its effects immediately when the toothache gripped her molars.  Her mouth sprang open as much as her tired jaw would allow, which was just enough for Phil to unlatch the bit and withdraw it.  Phil quickly returned with the canister and using straps, fitted it to pet’s head so that the canister was six inches in front of her eyes.  Her vision now dominated by the canister in front of her, pet was unable to see what Phil was doing, but quickly opened her mouth again when told to.  Phil fitted a ball gag and strapped it around her head.  He then made some sort of adjustment to the lid of the canister and pet’s mouth immediately began to fill with the sickly-sweet gruel, right through the gag.  Pet swallowed as fast as she could to avoid choking herself, but was unable to help coughing some of the stuff out through her nostrils anyway.

 

She was left to have her meal like that while Phil and Jared spoke together until a beautiful Asian female returned, pulling a cart across the large room.  Seeing pet had finished, Phil returned, removed the feeding canister and flushed pet’s mouth out with water from a squeeze bottle, before refitting pet’s bit.

 

Once again pet’s eyes were wide as she observed the sight of Maliia near her.  The Asian pulled the cart because she’d been harnessed to it.  Around her waist was a shiny red, six-inch wide leather belt that must have been two or three sizes too small for something that could be considered comfortable and it was this belt that was used to couple to the cart’s handles.  She wore a pair of red latex panties, cut so that the cheeks of her ass were completely exposed. Built into the panties, a combination butt plug and tail swished behind her. On her feet over the sheer red stockings that had been fastened to a red latex garter belt, were a pair of red heels similar to the ones that pet had worn when she’d first arrived.  Her upper torso was strapped up in some sort of latex configuration that covered nothing, but succeeded in squeezing the base of her breasts, making the flesh seem to explode from her chest.  Her nipples had been pierced and from her nipple rings, little bells jingled merrily as she moved.  Her arms were bound severely behind her, from elbows to fingers in a single, matching red sleeve.  She had a heavy chrome collar around her neck and a chrome bit in her mouth that was attached to the red latex headgear that encased most of her head.  A hole at the crown of the headgear allowed her long, glossy black hair to escape and even though it had been tightly braided, it still fell to below her shoulder blades. Red ribbon had been braided into the ponytail to complete her outfit.

 

Oh my God, pet said to herself in horror.  They’re going to make me look like that!

 

Jared disconnected the cart from Maliia and spoke to her.

 

“Good horsy Maliia,” Jared said as he stood next to her, stroking the upper swell of her breast with the back of his hand as if he were petting the chest of a real horse.

 

“You see her over there?” Jared asked, indicating pet.

 

“She’s going to be our next pony experiment.  When you first came to me, you didn’t want to be a ponygirl, but now look at you.  You make me very proud!”

 

Maliia whinnied in contentment. 

 

“When I’ve finished with pet, she’s going to look just as much a ponygirl as you, but I’m not going to let her be a real horse as I did with you.  Instead, I’m just going to make her pretend.  So don’t be jealous of her, little Maliia.  She’ll have to work harder than you just to be treated half as well, because she’s not nearly as good as my favorite animal,” Jared finished, dropping his hand and rubbing her latex covered crotch where he could feel her clit responding.

 

“Maliia’s in heat,” he commented to Phil after a moment.  “I think she deserves a reward for her work today anyway, so would you care to fuck her or should I just connect her to the machine?”

 

“I don’t really want to miss your artistry Jared, so just put her on the machine for now.  I can always see to her later.  In fact, why don’t I get her ready while you clean her off?”

 

“Thanks Phil.  That’ll save some time.  I’m looking forward to getting started!”

 

Phil looked around briefly, then seeing what he wanted, led Maliia over to a corner where he made her kneel, then get down on all fours with her legs well spread.  After chaining her in place, he quickly released the buckles on the sides of her panties, allowing the latex to fall away from her crotch.  He pushed a box-like machine on wheels between her thighs and made some adjustments so that the rubber phallus on top parted her bald lips.   Phil stepped on a pedal a couple of times, and hydraulics inside the box jacked the phallus into Maliia’s already damp pussy.  When Phil switched the machine on, the box began to hum, then the phallus slowly slipped the rest of the way into the ponygirl.  Phil made a final adjustment, flipped another switch and the machine began pounding Maliia with a steady rhythm that had the ponygirl grunting in pleasure around her bit.  Phil watched for a moment then turned back towards pet, dismissing Maliia for the moment.

 

Jared had moved over to the bound slave and was feeling her body, mentally making a note of where he was going to pierce her.  He squeezed her earlobes, deciding that three studs and a nice big hoop in each ear would suffice.  Her nose could take a little bar at the bridge and a ring through her septum.  A couple of rings through her lips would compliment the bit, he decided.

 

Taking a step back, Jared surveyed her nude body, while simultaneously enjoying the look of fear and hatred in her eyes.

 

“Do you not want your eyelids pierced after all slave?” He asked, having noted that she had been staring at him the whole time he’d been standing there.

 

“You aren’t supposed to be looking at my face slut!  You are not my equal and you do not deserve that privilege!  Your eyes should be on my cock, seeing if you’re making me hard so you can learn what I enjoy.”

 

Shocked at the sudden menace in his voice, pet’s eyes dropped immediately to the crotch of Jared’s leather pants, where they stayed.

 

“First, we’ll clean you off so that your new jewelry doesn’t get infected,” Jared said, his voice returning to normal as soon as pet had complied.

 

He picked up a stiff brush on a four-foot pole, turned a tap in the wall and icy water immediately began to pour down on pet.  Jared let it wet her thoroughly for about 30 seconds before turning the tap off again.  After applying liquid soap to the brush, Jared began to scour pet’s shivering body, turning her skin pink from the harsh abrasion.  He did not miss a part of her, from her head to her feet, although he did not linger on her face too long, as he did not want to scratch up her pretty slave features too much.  Her pussy however, was rubbed raw with the brush and he didn’t fail to notice that she was thrusting her hips as much as she was able, to meet the brush as it split her pussy lips and the hard bristles ground against her clit.  When he was satisfied, he turned the water back on and continued rubbing her body with the brush as the water cascaded over her.  When he’d finished, pet was clean and pink, with a few scratches here and there, where the bristles had torn their way through her skin.

 

Phil joined him, as he was about to install her first new piercing and watched as he worked.  Pet was silent as Jared raised the gun to her ear, but when it was plain the he was going to ignore the imploring look in her eyes, she began to struggle.  Jared slapped her cheek backhanded, first one way, then another, leaving pet’s ears ringing.  For good measure, Phil tapped the button on the remote and pet’s teeth once again exploded in pain.  It was all that the chastised girl could do to keep her head up and she bobbed quietly as he fitted the gun to the top of her ear.  A muffled pop and the first stud slid easily through the cartilage and her ear held it’s first-ever piercing. 

 

A hole in my ear!  That monster has made a hole in me!  I never wanted earrings and now I have a stud in the most humiliating position, right where everyone will see it.  Only sluts pierce their ears there!  The tears began flowing as pet stood there, so caught up in her own misery that she barely noticed Jared preparing the second stud.  Her howls when he pierced her a second time were not from the pain of the work that was being carried out on her, but from the humiliation of having yet another hole forced upon her unprotected ears.  She tried to tell herself that it was nothing, like having her nipples done, but she couldn’t make herself believe it.  Her nipples were usually hidden, but never her ears!

 

Then Jared pierced her yet again.  Now pet had to contend with not just pierced ears, but ears pierced multiple times.  She was almost numb with grief for her lost innocence by the time he’d finished all the piercing her ears were to receive and it felt like she’d been stung by a swarm of bees.  Her ears throbbed and ached and when Jared hung hoops in the last holes, pet felt their weight and just knew that she’d never again be able to hold her head up in public. 

 

When Jared had finished with her ears, he picked up a hole-making pair of pliers, much like a leather worker would use, and simply put the tips into her nostrils and squeezed the handles.  The pliers did their job, cutting a perfectly circular hole in pet’s septum that would bear another ring.  For pet, it was a matter of a lot of pain, but apart from the humiliation of having such a piece of jewelry poked through her nose as if she were an animal, it was no worse than having to bear the debasement of being a pierced-ear girl. 

 

Jared pierced her eyebrows, placing little silver rings in the holes he made and if she had thought her ordeal was almost over, pet quickly learned that she’d been wrong.  Having her lip pierced caused her as much pain as when the dentist had ripped a hole in her tongue.  The second lip ring was even worse, as pet was waiting for it and knew it was coming.  Jared used the same fine silver rings as he’d used in her eyebrow, but this time he pulled out an iron and welded each ring in place permanently, the action heating the metal and burning pet’s lip, causing her to moan in self-pity.

 

“Now I can attach your slut-mouth to anything I want,” Jared told her with a smile.

 

Jared worked down her body, replacing the little bars in her nipples with much heavier rings, and then slipped another large, matching ring through her belly button.  Pet screamed past the bit when Jared tugged on it, partly to get the hysterical slave’s attention, partly to see how well it was seated.  They both ignored her squeals of pain as her pussy lips became the bearers of four rings on each side and laughed at her when Jared used these new rings to hold her pussy lips apart to get at her clit hood and found her dripping with slave juices.

 

Her world was on fire from all the holes he’d made in her.  As she felt each new piercing push it’s way though her soft skin, pet cried, both in pain and at the loss of her perceived humanity.  How could these monsters just decide to put holes in another human being?  Was she nothing, that they could treat her this way?  Why couldn’t they just send her back to her mistress, where she could try harder to make her happy?  She’d gladly run around naked and let herself be whipped and loaned out for sex if Mistress wanted!  And what if they really did eventually let her go home to Mistress.  Would Mistress like what had been done to her, or would she be horrified and discard her like trash?  Pet cried in humiliation and pain until Jared began to pierce her pussy lips.  The feeling of his big, rough hands invading one of her most private places was terrible, yet the feeling of his fingers pulling at her lips made her body react.  She hated her body!  How could it betray her like that?  The more she thought about it, the wetter she got until Jared and Phil laughed at her for being so soaked.  She cried out through her bit when the needle was unceremoniously thrust through her clit hood although the pain wasn’t as bad as the orgasm that overtook her was humiliating.

 

Jared stood back and admired his work.  There was practically no blood, which attested to his expertise, and the swelling, which was sure to begin soon, had not yet taken place.  In front of him stood a slave with probably half a pound of silver attached to her flesh and all he had to do now was connect the little bells he had, to her new, inch and a half nipple rings and her clit ring.

 

He decided he’d wait for a day before fitting her new costume onto her, so that he could fully appreciate her new look without the bloating and scratches he’d caused today.

 

“I’m going to cage her now, Phil, instead of fitting her outfit,” Jared said conversationally.  “But if you like, you can let Michelle up there down so she can offer you her ass.  She deserves a good fucking after being so well behaved up there.

 

The pain-wracked Asian tied to the posts watched as Phil let Michelle down from the ceiling and untied the ropes that bound her.  As soon as he’d removed her ball gag, Michelle spoke to him.

 

“Please let me service you sir!” Michelle croaked.  I could suck you but my mouth is really dry and I don’t know if you’d like it much.  I have a tight pussy and a very tight ass if you prefer though!”

 

From her position tied to the poles, pet heard Michelle’s voice and at first, felt sorry for her, then, hearing what she was offering, decided that Michelle was such a slut that she deserved everything she got.  She looked on in disgust as Michelle slowly, painfully got onto all fours with her ass in the air so that Phil could look between her legs and choose his hole.

 

“I think I’ll fuck her pussy for a while.  It looks pretty tempting from here, Phil grinned to Jared.  “Maliia’s been on the fucking machine for about 45 minutes now.  Do you think she’s had enough?” Phil asked Jared, looking over to the chained ponygirl who’d obviously had a number of climaxes in that time.

 

“Yeah, probably.  I think I’ll have her suck my dick though, before I put her up.”

 

“What are you going to do with that one,” Phil asked, indicating pet.  “She doesn’t seem to amused at what we’re doing here.”

 

“You’re right.  It’s like she’s got a case of the high-and-mighties or something.  I know, I’ll take her over and chain her slave lips to Maliia’s well-fucked pussy so she can clean out the ponygirl.  After all, she doesn’t deserve to watch us fuck the good stuff and it’ll remind her that even a ponygirl has a higher status than her.”

 

After Jared had taken pet off the poles, he grabbed her hair and dragged her over to Maliia, who Phil had just removed from the fucking machine.  With an audible pop, Phil pulled the tail-dildo out of Maliia’s ass and set aside her panties.  Jared pushed pet down between Maliia’s waiting thighs and used a pair of tiny padlocks to attach pet’s lips to Maliia’s pussy, pet’s lip rings to Maliia’s pussy-lip ones.

 

“Now that you’re lip to lip with a real ponygirl, you’d better show her that you know how to make a ponygirl cum, you slut.  If you can’t make her cum before I do, you WILL be sorry!”

 

With that, Jared went to the other end of Maliia and unbuckled her bit.  Maliia worked her mouth a little, to get the kinks out and salivate, before silently holding it open in readiness for Jared’s manhood.

 

Phil returned to Michelle and pulled her up by the hips into a standing position, before telling her to grasp her ankles with her hands.  Michelle quickly did this so that Phil could begin to rape her pussy whenever he was ready.  The men unzipped themselves and entered their slaves, both to the hilt.  As soon as she felt Maliia push back against her mouth, pet tentatively began to taste the pussy she was connected to.  Maliia’s juice was different than her Mistress’s, but similar enough that pet could imagine that it was her mistress she was servicing and not a human animal.  As she swirled her tongue around Maliia’s pussy, seeking her clit, pet realized in horror that she’d already begin to enjoy her task, although the humiliation of servicing a human pony and not even a Master echoed in her head.

 

 

 

CHAPTER 14

 

 

 

It was a long night for pet, for true to his words, pet’s nose, lips and pussy swelled and her lips, having been attached to Maliia’s pussy, were now very tender indeed.  Her bit had been removed, but that was little consolation, as on the straw flooring of the cage, with not even a blanket to stave off the cold, pet curled up as much as possible and only exhaustion and hunger allowed her any sleep at all.  In the next cage over, Michelle slept the same way, but hers was a sound sleep of one not worried about her future.

 

With no windows to gage the passage of time, pet had no idea how long they were left alone before a foot making heavy contact with her side awakened her.  Once she’d recovered enough from the pain of it’s impact to focus, pet saw that the other three slaves that had been pulled aside with her the day before were there and awake, using their phalluses as had been explained when she’d first arrived.  Michelle was sucking fluid from hers and the other two slaves were dutifully riding the rubber penises in their own cells.  In front of pet, Jared stood with a smile on his face.

 

“Welcome from the land of sweet dreams,” he said to pet with a nasty leer.  Today we’re going to fit you out in your new outfit.  Vince was gracious enough to supply a good selection.”

 

“Sir?” Pet croaked, her mouth feeling dry and her new tongue ring feeling like it filled her whole mouth.

 

“What, pet?  Spit it out!  I haven’t got all day.”

 

“May pet have a drink, sir?”

 

“Well of course!”

 

Before pet even knew what he was doing, Jared had his cock out of his pants and was aiming it at her face.  Just as the realization of what was about to happen hit her, so did Jared’s putrid urine.

 

“Open your mouth cuntface!” Jared ordered, “Or I’ll chain you down and take a shit in it too!”

 

Burning in humiliation, pain and disgust, pet immediately did as she was told, sure that Jared wouldn’t hesitate to carry out his sadistic threat.

 

Some of Jared’s urine splashed against her lips and ran down her chin, but much of it filled the cavern of her mouth and she eventually had to swallow.  She was unsure how she was able to avoid vomiting the disgusting fluid back up again, but somehow she did and instead opened her mouth for more, as was expected.  Holding her mouth open, pet swallowed multiple times, crying in shame and self-pity the whole time as the acidic substance burned its way down her throat.  Her lip and nose rings burned, her tongue ring was aflame and even her new nipple rings had caught some of the salty urine as drops splashed onto her chest and found her enlarged nipple holes.

 

Eventually Jared finished.  Smiling, he asked pet, ”Did you enjoy that little treat pet?”

 

Although she knew what the answer he expected was, she couldn’t bring herself to say it.

 

“If you enjoyed it, Master”

 

“Well I did enjoy it.”  Everyone needs a good toilet slave, so you just volunteered to be mine.  You’re not very good at it, though, are you, you dirty, smelly little whore?”

 

She knew she smelled before, and now she stank even worse, yet she could also tell that pissing on her had excited Jared.  Even as he shook the last drops of piss from his cock, it was swelling in anticipation of sex.

 

Suddenly, Jared tucked is still fairly flaccid member back into his pants as if he were in a hurry.  He turned on his heel and without a word, exited the cell, locking the door behind him.  Looking at his retreating back, pet couldn’t help but wonder what was going on.

 

After doing her best to rinse her mouth out by sucking water out of the dildo faucet on the back wall, pet was still wondering why Jared hadn’t had sex with her, not that she wanted to be raped by him, she reminded herself, when one of Jared’s men arrived with a chain. 

 

He did a very quick job of chaining the four slaves together, by their collars, but not even hobbling or gagging them.  Using his whip as encouragement, he led them to a large, indoor garage, where a car and a truck were parked.  As they rounded the back of the truck pet saw through the open back doors that there were three large cages inside.  The slaves were herded up the ramp and into one of the cages.  Once there were four of them inside the cage, it felt a lot smaller.  The slaves were practically sitting on top of each other, as there was not much room in the four-foot by five-foot cage.

 

Within minutes, Maliia and another pony girl were led into the back of the truck and locked into the second cage.  Maliia seemed to be sobbing quietly to herself.

 

“What’s happening?” Michelle asked Maliia, not really expecting an answer.

 

Maliia wasn’t feeling too haughty now.  Jared had just told her exactly what was happening.

 

“They’re going to sell Maliia!” Maliia wailed quietly, overcome by grief.

 

Although surprised that Maliia had even spoken to her, Michelle prompted her for more information.

 

“Us too?  Where?”

 

Maliia had said all she was going to and became silent, trying desperately to overcome her sobbing before a Master saw her.

 

In minutes, four males were whipped up the ramp and secured in the third cage.

 

A gasp escaped pet as she looked at the naked males.  Each of them had a cage around their penis and each had leather straps stretching their ball sacks so they hung below the cage.  Each slave’s testicles looked painfully discolored to pet.  She found herself disgusted at the males, but she didn’t really know why, as they were each fairly large and powerful looking, if you didn’t include the bondage their genitalia was in.  They just looked so… gay, she decided, the way they were crammed into that little cage together.

 

Michelle was now sure that she wasn’t going to get any more from the pony girl.  Instead, she turned her attention to the males.  She had no qualms in talking to them and although there’d been no instruction not to talk, she kept her voice quiet anyway.

 

“Pssst,!” she hissed to the males in the cage next to the pony girls’ one.

 

“Do you where we’re going?”

 

“You should not be talking, female.  Or asking questions!” Came the gravelly voiced reply from the biggest male.

 

“Oh come on!” Michelle pleaded.  “Like it really matters.  I just want to know, but if you’re too ignorant to know the answer, you could have just said so,” she taunted.

 

“We are going to the Tuesday Auction.  We’re last-minute additions,” the second male replied before the biggest male could stop him. “We must be very important to get added at such short notice,” he finished proudly.

 

“You are a stupid pussy, slave!” the biggest male reprimanded his cage mate in that gravelly voice.

 

“We are nothing.  It is the Masters that are important, and they’re selling us, probably to much less important Masters.  They have chosen to liquidate their assets and disappear.  We could yet end up mining coal for 20 hours a day.”

 

“Well maybe, but a dead Master is no longer an important Master, so I’m glad we’re being sold before Master Vince’s organization starts extracting retribution from the Club!”

 

Although pet had no idea what he was talking about, it was pretty plain what was about to happen.  She wasn’t going back to Mistress and she wasn’t going to have to suffer the humiliation of being deposited, naked, at her father’s church, where her father, mother and teenaged sister would see her.

 

They all became silent when they heard footsteps approaching.  Even Maliia had stopped sobbing.  The doors to the truck were closed, leaving them in total darkness.  Seconds later, the truck rumbled to life and they were moving.

 

 

CHAPTER 15

 

 

The truck had been silent and still for a long time, but pet had no idea how long.  She’d tried to count heartbeats, but gave that up after a thousand, deciding that it didn’t matter anyway.  No sounds emanated from the cages until Maliia began sobbing almost soundlessly to herself again. 

 

Eventually the doors at the back of the truck were opened and a forklift rolled in, lifting the cage pet was in and backing out with its cargo.  The cage was placed in a short row with half a dozen other cages, each holding between one and four naked, sometimes bound, all collared, captives.  Counting as many as she could see, pet figured that there were at least sixteen slaves here, of which maybe four were male.  A quick calculation adding these to the slaves in the back of the truck came to a total of twenty-six bodies, of which eight were male.  And all of them for sale, she thought.  The concept of selling humans like livestock was hard for pet to grasp.  She wanted to scream at someone to let her go!  She wanted to plead her case, tell someone that there had been a mistake and she wasn’t a real slave, just a girl that had a mistress!  But the forklift driver wasn’t paying any attention to the cargo he was hauling, even though the cargo was mostly naked, beautiful and female.  He was wearing hearing protection, so he wouldn’t have heard her anyway, pet finally admitted to herself.

 

Maliia’s cage was placed next to pet’s then finally the cage holding the males.  As soon as the last cage was placed, a huge man with a whip and an armful of chain came through a doorway and went to one of the other cages that held males, muttering to himself about the holdup.  He was very efficient at chaining and hobbling the males and quickly had a line consisting of all the males.  Beginning at the front of the line, the brawny bear trainer, as pet thought of him, used an indelible marker to put a alphanumeric code on each male’s chest.  Each of the males that had come with pet had a ‘J’ before their number, so pet presumed that stood for Jared.  The line of males was whipped into motion and led away.

 

The staging area was quiet apart from the distant noise of an auctioneer and eventually the hammering sounds of a gavel hitting wood.

 

As the realization of what was in store for her, fully hit pet, her eyes began to mist up.  I’m to be sold and I have these horrible rings all over me, she thought to herself.  Who’s going to want a pierced ear girl anyway?  Tears began flowing as pet thought about her pierced body.  Michelle, seeing her cry, made an attempt to console her.

 

“It’s just an auction sweetie,” she cooed reassuringly.

 

“You go up on the block, show yourself in your best light and they bid on you!  Once I went to an auction where the girls were even given dildos so they could demonstrate their abilities better.  So there’s no need to cry.  You’ll see.”

 

“Bu… bu… but I can’t do that!  And I’m not dressed either!  People will see me!”

 

“That’s the idea hon!  If people didn’t see you, do you really think they’d be interested in buying you?”

 

“But I don’t WANT to be sold!  I just want to go home to Mistress,” pet finally wailed, her tears flowing full-force now.

 

“Listen to yourself!  What you want, want, want!  Like it matters what you want!  Hell, if you haven’t learned by now that your wants and needs aren’t important, you are going to end up as a low-price girl and everyone knows low-price girls end up in third-world brothels fucking dogs and farm animals for a chance to get fed.  You had better suck it up soon and do your best to fetch a good price!”

 

“But I’ve got holes all over me!  No one would want to buy me anyway!”

 

“You look good enough to eat, pet.  Don’t worry about your rings.  They look sexy as hell on you!  I wish I had some too!” Michelle said in barely concealed envy.

 

Before long, the bear trainer returned and began chaining the females, two abreast in a coffle, with the females sharing one set of manacles, left wrist of one manacled to the right wrist of the female next to her.  Miliia was next to pet in the coffle.  She’d stopped crying and seemed to have accepted her fate, as a result, doing her best to make herself look as beautiful as she could for the sale.  Each female was then gagged and when the bear trainer got to pet, he remembered he had a special gag for her.  Removing the gag with the tongue hole and applicator from his pocket, he demanded that pet open her mouth.

 

The gag he was holding was the painful one and pet wanted no part of it.  Deciding to clamp her jaws shut so that maybe he’d change his mind, pet was rewarded by an explosion in her molars and a smile from him that told her everything she needed to know about her choices.  She reluctantly opened her mouth and poked out her tongue.

 

With her shoes on, Maliia was almost seven inches taller that pet, so having otherwise decided the coffle was ready to go, he walked off, returning minutes later with footwear for pet.  She looked at the shoes, and then looked at the bear trainer, shaking her head as if to say she couldn’t wear possibly them.  He smiled and reached into his pocket, resulting in a return of the instant pain for pet, but this pain kept going and going until pet, trying to scream through her gag and almost paralyzed by it, lifted her foot so the shoe could be fitted to her.  At once, the pain stopped.

 

The shoes pet was soon wearing caused her immediate pain, as her toes were compressed into a wedge, which she was forced to stand on like a ballerina.  But these shoes had an additional torture device built in.  As well as being forced to put all her weight on her toes, each shoe had a sharpened spike built in, that was just long enough to puncture a tiny hole in her skin so that it was like standing on needles, but doing so on tip-toes.  The heels were buckled around her ankles and it was particularly difficult to even stand.  Doing her best to cope with the pain, a part of pet’s mind was still trying to figure out how she was to walk.

 

Luckily, pet was near the front of the line, so she wouldn’t have to wait too long to reach the block.  Not so luckily, pet thought, was that she’d be soon put on the block and sold like the animal she was beginning to think of herself as.

 

The bear trainer went down the line, marking the breast of each slave with the same sort of alphanumeric code as he’d used on the males, but this number had five digits compared with the males’ three digit numbers.  Thousands of female slaves sold, pet said to herself in awe as she watched him mark her soft tissue, with a ‘J’ and her number.  For some reason that pet couldn’t identify, her clit began to ache in need, which embarrassed her and made her blush.

 

“Good, Jay seven-twenty three nineteen, they like a female with some color in her cheeks,” the bear trainer commented before moving off.

 

Michelle, being by herself at the front of the coffle, was first to be auctioned.  She was deftly detached from the coffle and taken through the same doorway as the male slaves had been.  The noise of the crowd cheering at her entrance was quickly replaced by what seemed to pet to be a fast-paced bidding war, ending fairly quickly.

 

The next two girls were taken through the door and it was a much longer auction.  The thought crossed pet’s mind that she hoped she’d be snapped up quickly like Michelle, as a long time on the block must mean that the auctioneer was having difficulty selling the slaves.  Finally, it was pet and Maliia’s turn on the block.

 

When pet was taken through the doorway, there was a short corridor leading to a curtain.  The slave pair was taken through the curtain and placed on marks that had been painted on a small podium, overlooking a room the size of a three-car garage.  Seated in comfortable looking folding chairs were about 30 men and a handful of women, all dressed in expensive suits and in two instances, Arabic robes.  At a lectern, the auctioneer greeted the slaves by number and told them to pose together. 

 

It was easier for pet to follow Maliia’s lead, since it appeared that Maliia had been auctioned before, than to consider being punished for standing there dumbly.  Maliia took up many pony girl poses which pet tried her best to copy, until she accepted that there was no way her body could move with nearly as much grace as Maliia displayed, so instead, she attempted to compliment Maliia’s poses with her own.  After what seemed like many minutes of strenuous posing under the particularly hot lights, both sweating females were ordered to stand still, with legs spread.

 

Maliia’s latex panties were unbuckled, showing her shaven pussy to the crowd for the first time.  An attendant at floor level used a dildo on a pole to probe between Maliia’s nether lips.  Thrusting the pole upward, he showed how smoothly it slid into Maliia and upon withdrawing it, showed the audience how well lubricated Maliia’s pussy had made it.  Thrusting it back inside her, he fucked her with it until, with a squeal around her gag, Maliia came exceptionally hard, barely able to stand for a few moments.  The same process was repeated with pet, however she was humiliated in front of everyone when her body betrayed her and a powerful orgasm rippled through her as well, making her think for a moment she was peeing herself.

 

“Holy fuck,” shouted a man near the front.

 

“A pair of squirters!” Finished another.

 

“Shame they’re just Asians, though,” put in a third.

 

“Are they sisters?” The second asked.

 

“It’ll be close enough for my buyer,” said the first with a laugh.  “I bid fifteen for the pair!”

 

“Twenty six,” said the man behind him.

 

“Thirty five then.  For the pair,” declared the first bidder, looking behind him at the man who had challenged his bid.  There was silence while the audience waited for a response.

 

“They’re just Asian cunts.  You’re offering twice what they’re worth.  They’re yours!” He said, grinning at the man in front of him.

 

“Do we have any more bids for an exceptionally well trained pony slut and her friend?  No?  Well, since no one wants to bid on the pair, do we have fifteen for the cunt in red?”

 

Nothing.  No one was interested in an Asian bitch, no matter how well trained she was, for that much money.

 

“Is anyone interested in starting us off with ten then?” The auctioneer asked.

 

“Come on Hank,” said the man near the front.  “Separately, they’re worth shit.  A thousand bucks a piece to use as the toilet in a slave dorm.  You know you aren’t going to do better.”

 

The auctioneer considered for a moment.

 

“Smells like one of them already has been used for that,” he said, sniffing the air and looking at pet.

 

“Going once, going twice.  Sold!” He said with a grin, rapping his gavel in the time honored tradition of auctioneering.

 

“Get the bitches out of here, and someone wipe that slime up before the next sluts come out and slip in it.”

 

 

 

CHAPTER 16

 

 

 

Maliia and pet were dragged off the stage and taken to a holding cell to await the end of the auction.  The first thing that pet noticed was the smell.  Body odor or body waste smells she could have understood, but this was different.  It smelled as if someone had been cooking, but she didn’t know what.  Just that they’d burned whatever it was and the bad smell was lingering.  It was hard to ignore, but pet did her best, looking around at the other cells nearby instead.  Michelle was nowhere to be seen and neither were the disgusting male slaves she detested so much. 

 

There were a few female slaves in other cells, generally sleeping on the floor or hugging themselves in a corner, but none of them paid her any attention.  As pet’s eyes traveled around, they came to rest on a rough stone pit with a poker thrust into the glowing coals it held.  Shuddering in trepidation, pet realized what the poker could be used for, but did not want to admit it’s probable use, even to herself.

 

Looking back at Maliia, pet decided to try talking to the pony girl.

 

“Do you know what’s going to happen to us now?” she asked.

 

“Just because we were sold to the same Master,” Maliia said, her words cutting, “Does not mean that you are my equal. You do not speak to me unless I ask you a question, pierced slut!”

 

Maliia’s words were like knives to pet, cutting at what was left of her esteem and making her want to cry once more at the thought of what had been done to her.  Taking all of her strength to hold back the tears, pet sank to the floor and waited.

 

“I do not believe your new master is going to like your attitude, Jay seven-twenty three twenty,” a voice from behind the cell said, startling both females.

 

“Do you consider yourself better than Jay seven-twenty three nineteen, even though you both have slave numbers scrawled on your udders?  Do you think you’re superior to Jay seven-twenty three nineteen even though you were both paraded naked in front of buyers and both had your sexes stuffed with dildos?  Do you think you’re a better fuck than Jay seven-twenty three nineteen?  I would imagine her cunt and ass are not nearly as well used as are yours!”

 

“But I’ve been trained, Master!” Maliia, whined, embarrassed to have been caught dressing down another slave.

 

“Be quiet cunt!  I am not your new master, but rest assured I intend to relate to him, your displeasure at being paired with an alpha slave.  You may have been trained as a pony girl, but that does not mean you are anything more than the lowliest of the low in your new master’s eyes.  Before we leave though, I have been given the privilege of applying your new master’s brand to your flesh.  It will take an hour for the brand to become hot enough to use cleanly, so you have that long to get to know each other.”

 

Without another word, the male strode to the pit and screwed the tip he held onto a poker that had been laying off to one side before departing.

 

In a panic, pet looked beseechingly at Maliia.  “He’s not actually going to burn us is he?”

 

Maliia looked around quickly before answering.  “Of course he is, slut.  Now do as I say and do not speak to me, whore!”  She scolded pet in exactly the same tone she’d used before.

 

He was going to brand her!  He was going to cook the flesh away from her bones and she could do nothing to stop him!  First her body had been pierced and now a brand!  Where would he put it?  Would she ever be able to hide it?  Was there anywhere that he could put it where it would hurt less?  Although pet’s ears, nose, nipples and pussy throbbed a little, there was no more real pain from the piercing she’d endured.  But pet had burned her finger once and the pain had been intense and had lasted days!  And that had been a little burn.  The metal thing the man had shown them was huge!  It was nearly as big as her hand!

 

With no escape possible and even Maliia shunning her, pet put her head between her knees and cried in shame, humiliation and despair.  Her tears had run out by the time the man returned with two massive guards, one to either side of him.  They simply unlocked the cell, grabbed an unresisting Maliia and pulled her out before walking either side of her to a block near the pit.

 

“May Maliia speak Sir?” Maliia asked when she reached the pit.

 

“What is it, Jay seven-twenty three twenty?

 

“May this slave have a gag, Sir?”

 

“No.” The man replied, without even deigning to say why.

 

Maliia was pushed roughly to the floor and rolled to her side before her leg was lifted and her thigh centered on the top of the block.  One man knelt over her and held her by the shoulders while the other held her thigh perfectly stationery, in position.  The brand was lifted out of the coals, bright red with white spots glowing here and there.  With no ceremony, the man pushed the brand very firmly against the skin of Maliia’s thigh, about half way between her buttock and her knee, exactly on the side.  

 

Maliia let out an ear-piercing scream, which only made the three men smile.  The man held the glowing tip to her thigh, feeling it sink into her skin deeper and deeper as it cauterized the flesh and produced more of the odor of burning flesh that pet had previously smelled.  If the man holding her leg had not been so strong, even the compliant Maliia would have struggled.  The brand was only held in place for a count of three of before being carefully drawn away but to pet watching in horror, it seemed like 30 minutes.  On Maliia’s leg was now a blackened, charred design, permanently imprinted in her flesh.  The man nodded in satisfaction, which was a signal for his helpers to pull Maliia to her feet.

 

Maliia, once she’d caught her breath and despite the tears that had left streaks on her face, calmly regarded her new brand.  She knew better than to touch it, despite the urge to trace her fingers over the now-numb skin.  Instead she just admired the brand, which was shaped like two right-angle triangles, placed back to back with the flat edges at the side and on top, the point facing downward, then two vertical lines, one to the left and one to the right, finishing the design. Maliia finally decided it looked like a letter ‘T’ superimposed over a letter ‘M’, which in fact it was.

 

“It’s such a shame their buyer doesn’t want me to brand their tits,” the man said, mostly to himself.  “Now THAT would have been fun.  The tit flesh seems to vibrate as the brand burns its way in.  I saw a novice do it once.  Stupid kid burned right through to the rib cage.  Held the brand to the slut for something like 30 seconds.”

 

The two men with him grinned their appreciation of his desire, and then one of them slapped Maliia sharply on her ass to get her moving back towards the cell.

 

Maliia was no sooner inside the door than one of the two men beckoned pet to come out.  Shaking her head wildly, the terrified Asian scurried to the far corner of the cell and grasped the bars.  The man who had beckoned her grinned then entered the cell.  He simply grabbed her hair in one hand and proceeded to lift her squirming figure off the floor.  He was strong enough to be able to hold her whole body weight off the ground.  Her feet were off the cage floor and her whole weight was on her hair.  With no more hesitation, pet let go of the bars and grabbed the big man’s wrist with her small hands to relieve the pressure on her scalp, fearing that her hair would be ripped out at the roots.

 

Still holding her off the ground, the big man allowed her to hold onto his arm as he turned and walked out of the cage, relocked the door and strolled over to the pit, showing no strain at the task of holding her off the ground the entire time.

 

When he dropped her next to the pit, he forced her to her knees in front of him.

 

“This one will be fun to brand, Charlie,” he said to the man with the poker.

 

“She’s one of Jared’s girls.  He stole her from that Mafia guy they found in the bay yesterday.  I’m guessing Jared had to sell her pretty quick, what with the feud the CIA has started this time.  I wouldn’t want to be Jared right now!  No one, not even the Government, take’s on those guys the way Jared did.  I bet she’s new to chains too,” Charlie said, talking over pet as if she wasn’t even there.

 

“Well I wouldn’t mind taking a piece of her myself,” the big man said.  Prolly still got a pretty tight cunt ‘n ass too, if she’s new to chains.  Wanna find out?”

 

“She’s sold buddy, and this guy tips good if the merchandise arrives in good condition.”

 

“I wouldn’t break her, Charlie!”

 

“Yeah like you din’ break that blonde last month!  She had to have a dozen stitches to fix her cunt after you’d finished with her and there’s no way they’re ever gonna be able to get her tit re-ringed.  You tore the whole nipple off!” Charlie laughed.

 

“No, go use one or two of the bitches in the playroom if you’re horny.  They don’t mind when you chew ‘em up a little.”

 

Terrified at the conversation she was witnessing, pet chanced a look at Charlie to see if he was just trying to scare her.

 

“Get your eyes down, cunt!” Charlie ordered gruffly, seeing her looking at him.

 

“See, she’s new alright.  Probably never even had a decent whipping before.  And look at that skin.  Hardly a mark on it,” Charlie continued as if nothing had happened.

 

“Well how about you bend her over real quick and let me fuck her ass then?  That way you can be sure I don’t mess her up.”

 

“A ten-inch cock in her ass with no lube?  That’d mess her up right there.  You’d be lubing after you tore her ass wide open, for sure!”

 

“Ah, party pooper,” said the big man.”

 

“Come on, let’s get her done.  I think there’ll be another few cunts along soon and we don’t want to get behind,” Charlie suggested.

 

“I just said I wanna get a little behind.  Just like hers!” The big man joked, but got to work anyway.

 

They quickly had pet’s thigh over the block, the big man and the man who had not uttered a word, holding her completely still.

 

“Please don’t sir,” pet pleaded through her renewed tears, knowing that she was soon to feel the heat and smell the odor of burning flesh again at any time, but this time it would be her own flesh cooking.

 

The men all ignored her, acting as if she were speaking a foreign language that they had no interest in understanding.  The poker was pulled from the pit and professionally applied to pet’s thigh, is the same position as it had been placed on Maliia.  The screams pet emitted as she felt the unbearable burning on her thigh was accompanied by a small trickle of urine as she once more lost control of that basic facility.  It was probably a good thing that pet passed out briefly, as it saved her the humiliation of having to listen to the comments the men made about her inability to control her bladder.

 

A quick left right slap to pet’s face brought her to consciousness again and her hair was once more used to lift her to her feet.  It was complete.  She was now not only collared and ringed, but now branded as well.  If pet had felt owned before, it was nothing like she felt now.  She was officially merchandise, sold without consent, to an unknown master.  Back in the cell, Maliia was leashed by the other big man and led towards them.  A leash was attached to pet’s collar as well and the two of them were led away, pet hardly able to walk, the pain in her thigh so intense.

 

 

CHAPTER 17 – The end, for now…

 

 

The next morning found pet kneeling, still naked, which was something she’d finally almost grown used to, in a room with Maliia and Michelle.  At least she was with her friend, as that is what she considered Michelle to be.  The shock and relief of having Michelle with her had been enough to make her cry all over again.  Now she was about to meet her new master.  The three slaves had been taken in the back of a van with no windows, from the auction house directly to her master’s residence.  They had only left the van after it had parked in a huge garage and the overhead door had closed, so pet still had no idea where they were.

 

Her eyes were lowered when the door opened and her new master entered and although pet desperately wanted to look upon him, she remembered the discussion that had taken place when she’d been branded.  She did not want to be whipped for simply looking upon her new owner.

 

Her owner.  The thought of being owned caused her eyes to mist once more.  She was a commodity now with no rights, no privileges.  She couldn’t choose to be here, naked, with Michelle and a now similarly naked Maliia next to her.  How cruel life was that not only had she been enslaved, in a modern world where such things just didn’t happen, but also she was a slave alongside another that wasn’t even friendly towards her and who scared her.  She hated Maliia! 

 

She watched her new master’s legs as they passed in front of her, inspecting her, then felt him touch her when he’d walked around behind her.  She automatically shrank back from the touch, before catching herself, but hr master had already felt her withdraw.  A few seconds later, the legs were in front of her again and she just knew she was going to be whipped.

 

When his hand came down and gripped her chin, pet tensed but made no effort to pull away again.  Her master lifted her chin and she kept her eyes lowered so that they were closed by the time he had slowly tilted her face up to look into it properly.

 

Lance snatched his hand away from pet’s chin as if she’d burned him.  He may have paid very little for her, but he’d never expected to own the daughter of his own preacher!  His first impulse was to quickly turn away so she wouldn’t look up and recognize him.  Then he reconsidered.  The thought of owning one of his very own preacher’s two daughters, fucking her and whipping her, humiliating and binding her, making her beg for orgasmic release when he chose, was making his cock pulse already.  Besides, he said to himself, it’s too late now anyway.  She’s here, she knows who I am and she’s going to know my secret anyway.  I may as well enjoy it to the fullest.  What a shame I don’t have both daughters as personal sluts, he thought, as his fantasies kicked into high gear.

 

“Look at me, cunt,” he demanded of pet.

 

Her eyes traveled up his leather pants, paused at the bulge in front, before continuing their journey upwards over his naked, well defined chest.  When they finally reached his face, pet gasped, squealed and automatically removed her hands from behind her head and used them to cover her bare chest.

 

“Hands!” Ordered Lance.

 

Although new to commands like that, pet knew exactly what he meant.  She reluctantly put her hands back behind her head, a tear forming at the corner of one eye as she did so.

 

“Well, well.  I must say, the preacher’s daughter.  How poetic.  Is your sister a slut slave too?”

 

Unsure whether it was a question or not and really not wanting to say anything anyway, pet remained silent.

 

“It was a question cunt!” Lance bellowed, scaring pet even more.

 

“No Master,” she managed to reply.

 

“What the fuck are you talking about you stupid slut!?”

 

“No Master, my sister is not like that.  She’s a good girl.”

 

“You are my slave, cunt.  You are not a person.  You are property.  You call yourself by whatever name I choose to give you.  Right now, you are simply a cunt.  Understand, cunt?”

 

“Yes Master, this cunt understands,” pet said, almost crying again.

“You may have just landed yourself the best owner you’ve ever had, cunt.  If you please me, I’ll allow you to see your family.  If you don’t, not only will I punish you severely, I’ll also ensure your family and especially your sister, find out what a slut you’ve turned into.  I think I’d enjoy sending anonymous photos to your mother, showing you taking a cock deeply into your pierced pussy while jacking off another onto your face.  I’d want to make sure she could recognize you though, even covered in cum.”

 

“Please Master, this cunt will be a wonderful cumslut for you,” pet begged desperately.  “But this cunt couldn’t bear for her family to see her like this!”

 

With that, pet broke into tears again, her self respect finally and totally destroyed forever.