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Chapter 6
Though I was exhausted, my body sore from my experiences, I could not sleep. There had been no visitors since Phil had returned me to the room, apart from my meal being brought in. My mind was churning with thought of slaves and masters. I still could not believe they would sell me and just be so calm about it all. When my door opened the next day, I saw Phil return again and knew I was about to embark on yet another new experience.
I could see her eyes were dark and could tell that I had not slept well, even though I had told the guys she was off limits for the night. I did not speak to her as I released her from the bed and let her use the toilet. She was looking at me in a different way then she had a day before. It was a mixture of fear and disbelief, as if she could still not believe what I had told her. When she was done, I led her out to a room she had not been in before.
I felt like I was walking in a dream, my limbs feeling heavy and my head dull, like I had a cold. When I was led into another different room, I could see a table set up for breakfast. Phil came around in front of me and pushed down on my shoulders, forcing me to go to my knees. His hand on my chin brought my head up to look at him.
“From now on, if you speak to me, you will call me master. When I call you, I will call you slave. You will not speak unless told to or you will be punished. You will always kneel unless you are told otherwise, with your knees spread and your hands either behind your neck or on your knees. Tell me you understand what I have said so far.”
Still feeling like I was in a dream, I responded. “Yes I understand… master.” I just remembered to say master when he started to grip my chin tighter. I knew I had to get my head together or I would end up being punished. “Slave, that was lucky. Now, it is breakfast time. You will kneel at my feet and if I am feeling generous, I might just share some food with you.” Moving to kneel at his feet, I felt my stomach rumble at the smell of the food on the table. He started to eat, reaching out occasionally to stroke my cheek or pat my hair. He was almost finished when he put down his knife and fork and turned to look at me.
“Slave, what will you do for me if I give you some food?” I did not know what he wanted me to say, but decided to play it safe. “Anything you want me to master.” His smile showed me I had made a good choice and he fed me the rest of the food off his plate, even allowing me at least half of his cup of coffee. It helped me to feel a bit clearer, though I still would have liked more. Phil stood up and pulled me up to stand too, moving me over to kneel again on the mat in front of the couch. “Slave, what do you think a slave does?” I had spent half the night pondering this very question, so already had some answers ready.
“Master, I suppose a slave’s job is to do what their master tells them to do. I also imagine a slave has to satisfy their master sexually.” I saw her blush, despite the last few days. “Master, a slave could also keep the house clean and cook.” “Well done slave, a good slave will do all of the things you mentioned. Now you told me that you would do anything I wanted, so let me tell you want I want you to do.”
I braced myself for what he wanted of me, imagining he would want another blowjob or to use my body some more. His request took me totally by surprise. “Slave, I need to take some photos of you for showing prospective buyers, so I will need you to pose for me in a number of different ways. We will start with some simple shots first then move onto more involved ones. You have half and hour to wash your hair and put on some makeup and then we shall begin.”
The idea that I would have to pose for the photos that would be used to sell me made me feel vile. I knew, though, that I had no choice, as not only had I promised that I would do anything, but I believed that I would be punished. I looked around the room and saw the bathroom, where I spent the next half hour preparing for the photos. Despite myself, I found the feeling of having clean hair and being able to use makeup, to be a pleasure I had forgotten. It was only the voice of Phil telling me that he was waiting that reminded me what I was preparing for. As I walked into the room, I could see the camera all set up ready and a bag sitting on the floor near the couch. Phil’s eyes on me as I walked in made me feel very self-conscious and for some reason I felt like covering up my body. “Slave, you look lovely. I am sure that you will bring in a good price.” My knees went weak as the reality of what he was going to do hit me again.
I could see her face go pale and her legs shake as she entered the room. I had done this before and usually found that it helped the girl to start to think of herself as someone who could be sold. “Let’s get started. I want you to stand with your hands on your head and your legs spread. Come on, let’s go, we don’t have all day.” I saw her jump to attention and move into position, though she still did not look too happy about it.
I moved liked a robot, my mind a blank, as I held the poses. Each pose was just a little bit more revealing, with the last one requiring me to bend over and hold my ass cheeks open. I had been determined not to cry but felt my resolve failing as I was made to pose for each photo. Each time the flash would go off, I would imagine all the people that would see the photos, especially the one that would be my new owner. Eventually it all became too much and I crumbled to my knees, not caring if I was punished or not.
I was not surprised to see Clare give in to her feelings, though I knew I had to get her up and going again. “Slave, stand up!” I heard his order, the word slave going through me like a knife. I just shook my head and waited for what he would do. I saw her shake her head and sighed, hoping that my voice would be enough, but saw that she was sinking into a mood that would not be good for either of us. Moving over near her, expecting her to flinch, she just continued to shake her head. Even when I pulled her head back by her hair, she still made gave me no reaction. I decided to change tack and talk to her in a gentle voice.
“Clare, love, I know this is hard for you but I need you to listen to me. I know you don’t want this to be real but it is. You have to pull yourself together or else I will have to hurt you. Is that what you want me to do?” I heard him talking to me and knew that what he said was true, but just did not want to admit it to myself yet.
“Come on Clare, why make it harder on yourself. Just stand up and we can continue with the photos and they will be done before you know it.”
The mention of the photos made me turn and look at him. “Why are you making me do this? Isn’t it bad enough that you have taken my old life away from me, but now you want me to help you to sell me to a stranger! I just don’t understand how you can be so cruel.” I knew I was speaking out of turn, but just did not care. I was aware of him standing up and was not surprised when he pulled me up with him. He pulled me behind him and dragged me down over his legs, so that my stomach was resting on his thighs.
I could feel her shaking, her ass wriggling as she tried to get off my lap. At least she was showing some reaction. I rubbed my hand over her ass a few times before bringing it down in a slap that seemed to echo around the room. I heard the sound before I felt the pain, and then just had to scream. He continued to hit me, his hand hitting my bottom with a force that threatened to knock me off his lap. I did not know how many times he hit me before he finally stopped, but I had started to beg him after the first three or four.
“Please stop, I’ll pose for the photos, just stop.” He continued to hit me and I continued to beg, my words coming out as sobs. “Please, it hurts too much.” Suddenly I remembered what he had told me when I was first brought into the room, about always calling him master. “Master, please don’t hit me anymore.” At this request, he stopped and let me fall to the floor in a heap.
I stood up and moved back to the camera, taking some shots of her on the floor, her now red bottom on show. Clare turned to look at me and I got a wonderful shot of her tear stained face partly covered by her hair. I knew that it would be definitely be one of the shots we would use. I was just about to tell her to stand up, when she did just that and moved to the spot where she had been standing before. In my head I said a thankyou that she was back with me, but did not let her see that I had been worried about her. Instead I simply continued with the next pose.
“Slave, I need you to take this and insert it for the next photo.” I saw him hold up what looked like a penis but it was bright pink and made of a rubbery substance, with a knob with numbers on it on the base. I had never owned a vibrator, but had heard some girls a work talk about one once. Reaching out to grip the strange object, I blushed as I thought about where he would want me to use it.
“Spread your legs and work it into your pussy. There is some lube on the floor near the couch if you need it.” I could tell that she had never seen a vibrator by the look in her eyes. Watching as she used some of the lube and then looked at me, she begged me with her eyes for me not make her do this. I just glared back and she quickly moved to insert it into herself. I got some great shots of her impaling herself and then some shots of her in various poses.
I could feel the vibrator in me but it was not until I was made to lie on my back, that I learnt what it could really do. Phil moved to crouch between my legs and just as I thought he was going to remove it, a sudden vibration started in my pussy. It just seemed to get faster and faster, until all I was aware of was my pussy. “Don’t you even think about touching that slave. I want to get some nice shots of you cumming.” I tried to fight it, but the buzzing just continued until I felt my whole body contracting in an orgasm.
I got some fantastic shots as her body trembled in orgasm, her hair wild and her eyes closed in passion. When she started to recover, I finally allowed her to remove the vibe from her pussy. Now there was just one more series of shots I needed, but knew that she would not like it too much. Just on time, the door opened and Joe and Shane entered the room.
I saw the two men enter the room and my heart sank, knowing for certain what the next photos would be of. “Slave, stand up and put your arms behind your back so Shane can tie them.” I felt the ropes on my wrists being wound tightly before my elbows were pulled together. At the same time, Joe was working a rope around my breasts, wrapping it around and around until it looked like a little balloon. He did the same to the other breast and then stood back to check his work. I was not given much time to think about my bonds as I was forced to my knees and Shane’s cock was pushed into my mouth. The sound of the camera could just be heard over my gags as Shane worked his cock in my mouth.
“Ok, Joe, I need you to now bend her over the couch and fuck her pussy.” I was moved to the couch and was again given no time to think before Joe’s cock entered my pussy. Shane resumed his position in my mouth as more shots were taken. I was then flipped over and my legs held out to the side as the men again took their place in my body. I was beginning to feel like a mannequin as I was manoeuvred into different positions. The final shots were of both men cumming on me.
I was pleased with the photos, knowing that I would have plenty of good ones to choose from. Clare would be made to help me choose them later, knowing that this would further cement her image of herself as a slave.
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