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Chapter 2
He attached a leash to her collar and slipped his hand into the handle end. “OK, my little fuck toy, time to get up.” He pulled her by the hair up to her knees, and then undid the bondage that had held her arms and legs in place, but her hands were still bound behind her. Being guided by his hand in her hair, she got to her feet. It felt good to stretch out again, but her legs were weak and shaky. He got in front of her and tugged on the leash. She got the idea instantly, stepping forward with baby steps. Blinded as she was, she was tentative, but he tugged on her leash again and she followed in the direction it indicated. He walked her around the room, stopping and starting her several times like a wild mustang being broken. He taught her to follow the leash and to heal. She learned quickly and made not a sound. He next led her to the stairs and started to lead her up to the master bedroom. She followed obediently. Inside her darkness she realized where she was being led, and fought the hysteria that started to take her over. He was going to rape her now. He would violate her and there was nothing she could do about it. Freaking out would do her no good. In her mind she realized that he really did have control of her, that her very life was in his hands. It dawned on her that she had to please him or she would be beaten again, or even worse. She would have to use her body to survive. She would please him and do it enthusiastically. She would do whatever he told her to do, be whatever he told her to be. If he wanted a sex slave, she would be a sex slave.
When they entered the bedroom, he commanded her to halt. She froze in place, but then did something of her own accord without realizing it. She knelt. He raised an eyebrow and smiled, but said nothing. “She naturally knows what to do,” he thought. He surveyed the room and was pleased to see the queen-sized four-poster bed. He turned back to his pliant toy and stepped up to her so his crotch was in front of her face. He slowly unzipped his fly so that she could hear it and he could savor the moment. He reached in and pulled out his semi-hard cock. It immediately started to get harder as he looked at her face and thought how beautiful she was. He was tempted to take off the blindfold so that he could look into her eyes as he conquered her, but he knew that would be a mistake at this point. She had to accept everything before she could see who was doing it to her. Then, when he would let her see again, it wouldn’t matter who was doing it to her. She would just obey as she had already gotten used to doing. His system worked perfectly, and he would not deviate from it. He grabbed her by the hair again and spoke to her. “You will suck my cock until I cum in your mouth. You will swallow all of my cum and not spill a drop. If I feel your teeth or you try to bite me you will die instantly.” He pulled her head to his cock and she opened her mouth to take him in. She started licking and sucking him with abandon, like it was her lover that she hadn’t seen in weeks. He reached down and started to play with her big tits. Even though they were still clamped, she enjoyed to contact and manipulation. He noticed she was getting into what she was doing. He was now fully erect and enjoying her tongue as it slid up and down and all around his cock. She was giving him a pretty good blowjob, but he knew he could hold off cumming for as long as he wanted to. He let her work his cock for a half an hour, not giving her a moment’s break. Her mouth was getting tired but she knew he was testing her. She was terrified of what he would do to her if she failed, so she kept at it until she felt him twitch in her mouth. Then she doubled her effort, giving it everything she had trying to make him cum. She was sucking as if her life depended on it, and in her mind it did. Still, he held off as long as he could. He made her work at this pace for over five minutes before he let himself go. Her fast moving tongue worked the underside of his cock until he started to go over the edge. Just as he did, he announced that he was cumming, and reached down to remove the clamps on her nipples. Pain returned to her numb tits as he told her, “What a good fuck toy you are. You are pleasing your Master.” Her mind registered the words and she felt proud. Suddenly she went over the edge and came hard. His orgasm ripped through him, and he had to grab the back of her head just to keep his balance as he exploded into her mouth. She dared not stop until she was positively sure he had nothing left to give her, and then she swallowed it all in one gulp. Roberta licked her Master’s cock clean just to be safe. She didn’t want to take the chance that she might have missed a single drop.
“Thank you, Master. Thank you for letting me suck your wonderful cock, and for cumming in this wanton whore’s mouth. Mmmmmmm, your cum is delicious, Master.”
“I’m glad you like it my little sex slave. You will get more of it as your training continues. But you were a bad cuntl. You came without permission.”
In her mind, Roberta panicked, but outwardly she remained calm. She had displeased Him. She didn’t know she wasn’t allowed to cum without permission. What was she supposed to do now? She figured it wouldn’t hurt to beg. “Oh my god, I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to cum without permission. Please forgive this lowly piece of fuck meat. It won’t ever happen again, Master. I’m so sorry. I really am. Please don’t punish me anymore. I’ll be good. I promise. I won’t cum unless you say so. Please, Master. She now bent over and started kissing his feet, and licking the dirt off his shoes. This pleased him. It was a good time to show his approval and reinforce her submission.
“Well, I believe you are sorry and you really didn’t know, so I’ll go easy on you, but you must be punished for this, slave. You do understand, don’t you?”
Roberta was crying hysterically now, but she nodded her agreement. She sobbed out, “Yes, Master, I understand. I should be punished. Please punish me, Master. Hurt me so that I know how to behave properly.”
“Get up on the bed you stupid bitch and spread your legs.” She reached out to feel for the bed and quickly found her way to it. She was on her back in no time with her legs spread wide as instructed. Blind as she was she couldn’t see the crop he took out of his back pocket, but she knew from her position what was coming. She was never so afraid in her life, but she came without permission. That was not allowed. She accepted that she deserved to be punished for it, so she spread her legs and held them open, offering him a perfect target.
Again he smiled. He could not believe his luck. This one was one for the books. She was already his and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. She spread herself so he could whip her pussy and beg him to do it. For just an instant he thought that maybe he should really go easy on her, just tap her a couple of times and be done with it. She was, after all, being very obedient. The thought was gone as quickly as it entered his head and he brought the crop down onto her wet, swollen pussy hard enough to make her convulse and scream at the same time. He let her calm down for a few seconds and then told her, “I want you to count each stroke, thank me for it, and ask politely for another one, slave.”
Through her sobbing and shock from what he demanded she say, she gave the only response she knew. “Yes Master.”
The crop came down again and she screamed for all she was worth, but counted, thanked him and asked for the next one. He brought it down again, then again, and again. She cried and screamed, but she never missed a beat. She did as she was told. After the 10th stroke he spoke once more to her. “You do know why you are being punished, my slave slut. You must never cum without your owner’s permission. I am being so kind to you by teaching you obedience. Pain is a gift that makes you a better slave. You must learn to love pain. It is the path to happiness for a fuck toy. But I can tell from your wet cunt and the way you continue to hold yourself open, that you already are beginning to like it. You like it more than you know or are willing to admit. “
She was nearly hysterical now, but doing her best to hold herself back. Her cunt hurt so much, but she realized he was right. Her cunt was wet, soaking wet, and there was a tingling sensation there that was oh so good. Maybe her new Master was right. Maybe she did enjoy pain. Maybe she just had to let herself admit it and she could cum from it. Wait, she thought. She did cum from it when he removed the clamps during the blowjob she gave Him. The idea hit her as if she were slapped in the face. She did like it. Pain was good. It made her cum hard. “Oh my god,” she thought, “I actually like what he’s doing to me. I’m a pain slut!” She was shocked as she admitted this to herself, but something came over her that she did not expect. In her darkness a dam burst inside her. Her resistance to all that was happening to her imploded and was gone like a lightning bolt and clap of thunder. Although she had heard of such things before, and had even read about them, she had never desired such things before this monster had entered her home and enslaved her. Now she realized that there was no going back. He had changed her as a person and, in turn, changed her life forever. She was a sex slave now. She was his to hurt and fuck.
Yet, he was not finished punishing her. He brought the crop down again and now he was the one who was shocked. She did not flinch and shy away from the stroke. Rather, she lifted her hips upward to meet the stroke. Her pussy flowered open and she sighed deeply. She spoke the required words with enthusiasm and passion now. He saw it instantly. Acceptance and enjoyment. But he had to be sure. He brought the crop down once more and she repeated her moves and sounds, but more strongly this time. He looked at the crop for an explanation, but found only leather. When he looked down again, she was undulating her hips like a cheap whore trying to entice a john. So his next move was to withhold the crop to see what she would do. He didn’t hit her for a few seconds. Then it turned into ten seconds, and then it was fifteen. When thirty seconds passed, her undulations got more intense and more desperate, like a petted puppy whose petting had suddenly stopped and was trying to reach out for more. “My god,” he thought, “she really does want the whip.” He watched her for a minute then decided to speak to her. “Do you want me to whip you some more cunt? Do you want me to beat your pussy raw so that you can cum again, you horny slut?
“Yes Master, please whip my cunt. Please hurt me. Make me cum. Please, I beg of you.”
He realized he needed to test her again. “I have a question for you bitch. Actually it is a last, opportunity to regain your freedom. Do you want your freedom, my horny little fuck-slut?
Roberta’s mind raced as she tried to think. What was he trying to do? Was this a test? Was he being honest and giving her a chance to end all this?
“I want you to choose between freedom and slavery. Just say either word and it will be real and permanent. If you choose freedom, I will stop beating you and remove your bonds. I will gather my things and leave forever. I swear I am telling you the truth. You can count on it. But if you choose slavery, I will rape you, and continue to beat and train you. I guarantee that you will become a total pain slut and have the best orgasms of your life. By the end of the day you will be another person, one who you will not recognize. There will be no going back.”
“What will happen to me if I choose slavery, Master? “
I will take you away from here and eventually sell you. The only guarantee will be that you will be sold to another sadistic master. After you are no longer mine, there is no telling what will happen to you.”
“What will happen to my daughter?”
In order to complete this test, he lied. “She will return in a few hours and one of two things will happen. Either she will find you gone and never know what happened to you, or she can join you in slavery and be trained as you are.”
Roberta gasped. The thought of her daughter suffering as she was now shocked her almost back to sanity. She knew what the right choice was, but the last couple of hours had changed everything for her. She could never go back. She was already a slave in so many ways. She needed to feed this new addiction and complete her training, but either choice concerning her daughter was insane. She could not live without her daughter, nor could she subject her daughter to slavery, knowing full well that she would be sold and separated from her forever. What kind of mother would she be if she made either choice? She was stuck and couldn’t think of any solution. A mother has to protect her child no matter what. Then she thought about the last couple of hours and the revelations she experienced. Suddenly, the lightning and thunder struck once again in her head. It was all so clear now. She wasn’t a mother any more. She was just a slave now. Her old self was no more, and all the expectations and responsibilities of that life were gone. All that mattered was pleasing her Master. She had to choose slavery for herself and her daughter. There was no other choice. Being separated from her daughter was impossible, so Tina would have to join her in slavery. They would be sister slaves, a mother and daughter team. Maybe she could convince Him not to sell them separately. “Master, I am prepared to answer, but I would like permission to look you in the eyes when I do so that you will know the sincerity of my answer.”
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