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Chapter 4
The rest of the day found Roberta working hard to learn what He taught her. She learned to walk with each step in front of the previous one, slightly crossing in front in order to make her ass jiggle. She practiced standing up straight, thrusting out her tits and holding them there. She wore her highest high heels all day, and even though they were only 4 inch heels, she enjoyed wearing them for him. He taught her several positions for standing and kneeling, making her memorize them until she automatically moved when he called out their names or numbers. She practiced her oral skills in between each lesson sometimes on him, other times on his dildos. He took her in the ass before lunch, making her cry again, but she thanked him for popping her anal cherry and then made him lunch. After lunch he beat her again just for the hell of it, but she didn’t complain at all. She accepted it as it was his right to do so. This time she didn’t cum. She was learning. After the beating, he clamped her nipples and clit again. She sobbed when he did so, but thrust her tits and cunt up to his hands to make his work easier for him.
He went through her closet and dresser to see what acceptable clothes she had. There wasn’t much, but she did have some things he approved of. He liked most of her underwear, for she had a penchant for sexy, lacy things. The few short skirts she had were acceptable, but most of the rest would end up in the garbage with the majority of her possessions. After all, a slave had no need of possessions. He allowed her keep her sexiest tops, especially the tight ones and the ones with the plunging necklines that showed off her large tits. He pulled out a large suitcase form the closet and ordered her to pack the acceptable items. He had her throw in her makeup, jewelry and cash. He would always make a bit of extra money unloading a slave’s valuables once he took them away from their homes. He would call in his appraisers to put a dollar value on whatever was there, and they would be happy to get such a good buy. Even after the disappearance hit the news, they never talked because of the legal fallout they wanted to avoid. The money was good so they came whenever he called. All of this would be done before anyone knew that the woman was gone. It would appear like they moved away. He was very thorough.
When they went into her daughter’s room they followed the same procedure. The daughter’s clothes were sexier and he had a harder time choosing what to keep and what to let go of, but her underwear wasn’t as good as her mom’s, so he kept almost none of it. She wouldn’t need any underwear anyway. Young girls like her daughter rarely needed bras because their tits were either small or firm enough to stand up without one. A few lace panties and thongs were thrown into the suitcase.
When they were done in the bedrooms, he looked at the clock. It was now almost three o’clock. He turned to his new slave and said, “What time is your cunt daughter due home, Slave Roberta?”
Roberta looked up into her Master’s eyes with absolute adoration. “Master, school ends at three, but my cunt daughter is going over to her friend’s house until dinner time.”
“I see. Well, we are almost done here. You have learned your lessons well in the last seven hours. There are only a few more things left to do before you start your new life as a slave.”
Roberta beamed when she heard his compliment. She had pleased her Master. She had to struggle not to cum right there on the spot. “Thank you Master. Master, what’s next? I am ready for anything. I will suffer anything for you. “
“Mmmmm. We’ll see.” He looked deeply into her eyes and saw the absolute devotion there. He was pleased with himself as always, but he felt something he had never felt before. He couldn’t describe it or even name it, but he did “feel” something. It unnerved him for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. “Fucktoy, how devoted are you to your new slavery?”
Without a second’s pause, Roberta responded proudly. “Master, I am completely yours. I want nothing else than to please you. Your word is the word of God to me. I never want to be anything else, never!”
For the first time that day he let her see him smile. “Good bitch. It is time for you to prove to me your devotion.”
“Yes Master. What is it that you require of me, Master?”
He held her gaze and revealed his last test to her. “Slave Roberta, I am going to pierce your nipples and pussy, so that you will always know who owns your flesh.”
She immediately went weak in the knees, and she had to hold on to him to keep from falling, but her eyes never left his. “Yes Master, as you wish, but I don’t need to be pierced to know who owns me. You own my flesh, my mind, and my soul already, but if my Master wants me to wear jewelry through my flesh, I will do so proudly. Master, please pierce my nipples and pussy. I beg you.”
He was stunned. Never had any bitch so quickly agreed. They all begged and pleaded with him not to do it. Of course, he always went through with it. It was the final degradation. Knowing that they wore decorations that He put into their flesh made it permanent in their minds. Each time they saw the metal they would know what they were and who owned them. There was something different about this one, something special that he could not name. He was pleased in a way he had never been before.
“Go downstairs to the kitchen, slave,” he firmly ordered her. He watched her ass jiggle as she walked as she had been instructed. As he watched, he realized how perfect her ass really was. He decided right then and there that she needed a tattoo above her ass at the base of her back. The daughter would get a matching one above her ass as well. She was in front of him but he could see her thrust out chest as they passed the dresser mirror. Her nipples were erect, and the expression on her face was not what he expected. Once told of their impending piercings, all of the bitches before looked as if they were walking their last mile, but this one looked content, almost proud. For the first time, he was taken aback by a slave. He smiled as they silently walked down the stairs and toward the kitchen. When they arrived, he ordered her to lie face up on the table with her arms and legs dangling off. When she was in the correct position he reached into his knapsack and pulled out the coils of rope he brought just for this occasion. Slowly, methodically he tied her arms and legs tightly to the table legs. He tied her torso down and just before he gagged her, he asked, “Do you want to watch me pierce you, slave, or should I blindfold you?”
“I don’t know, Master. It is up to you to decide if I should see. If you choose for me to watch, I will watch. If not, I will only feel it.” He decided to have her watch, then placed the gag in her mouth.
It took him only a few minutes to set up what he needed. As he did so, he talked to her in order to calm her down. While she remained composed outwardly, he knew she was scared to death. He told her how beautiful her tits will look once they were ringed, and how stimulated her pussy would always be with the rings hanging down from her lips and another ring hitting against her clit all of the time. The thought of what he was saying did help her relax and focus somewhat. By the time he had sterilized the needles and rings in alcohol, she seemed as calm as she was going to be. He found ice in the freezer and used it to harden her nipples and to dull the pain a bit. He put on his latex gloves and quickly swabbed her nipple with alcohol. Picking up the long, curved needle he drew her attention to it and ordered her to watch. She raised her head as much as she could. He grabbed her nipple with a pair of forceps . She grunted but otherwise made no other noise until she saw the tip of the needle touch the side of her cold, hard bud. She started to scream as the point pressed into her. The pitch increased and her muscles contracted as the point broke through the outer skin. He pushed it further and further until it popped through the other side without much fanfare. He looked up at her. She was covered in a cold sweat, and was sobbing. Quickly he attached the ring to the end of the needle and passed the rest of the needle through and out. The ring followed and was soon locked into place. He wiped up the drops of blood with an alcohol swab. The process and her reactions were repeated on the other nipple, but he was only half finished. He moved his attentions to her pussy.
This time she could not contain herself. Her fear overtook her and she was becoming hysterical. He had to stop her now if he was going to get it done. “Roberta, look at me.” She did not comply. “Slave Roberta, look at your Master right now!” he barked at her. Through her tears she met his eyes and was frozen in his gaze. “You will get a grip on yourself and stop freaking out, now! You will hold still as I pierce your pussy. You will endure the pain for me. You will do it to show me your devotion. Do I make myself clear, slave?”
His words washed over her like a warm, soothing bath, calming her as they enveloped her, making her feel safe. The tension left her muscles and her breathing returned to normal. “Yes Master,” was all she said. He started with her left lip, sterilizing the spot, clamping and piercing it in short order. She convulsed in her bonds when the pain came, but she focused and welcomed the pain, allowing it to take her to a new and previously undiscovered place. She felt the warmth of the summer sun and safety all around her like the waters of the Caribbean Sea. She saw His face, heard His voice and felt Him inside of her. It was all she needed to get through it. She lingered there not even feeling him prep her right lip. When the pain of the needle came again she surged again into that dark place exploring its depths and discovering new colors and music she never knew could exist.
When he was ready to pierce her clit hood he spoke to her once more pulling her out of her bliss. “Roberta, I want you to beg me to pierce your clit hood as your final submission. I want you to beg for the pain.”
She looked at him in disbelief. Yes, she had endured the pain of her body’s modification, and found a new and wonderful place because of it, but to beg him for one more, to desire the intense pain that would scar her mind for the rest of her life was demanding too much. How was she going to do this? She struggled with it for several minutes, trying to find a way, until it hit her. She understood. By asking for it she was crossing the last threshold. She was allowing him to imprint himself onto her mind and soul and accepting his reshaping of her. As the rings modify her body, the pain modifies her mind and soul. It all made sense now. Everything clicked into place and she was ready. The words poured out of her mouth like honey. “Master, please pierce my clit. Give me the pain I need to prove myself to you. I beg you to hurt me, please. Make me yours. Do it. Pierce my slutty clit. Please.”
A wry smile came over his face and he deftly swabbed, clamped and pierced her most sensitive place. The pain was liberating. She didn’t try to resist it. She felt it surge through her and she embraced it, and…loved it. Yes, she gave in and loved it. The most intense orgasm she had ever had erupted within her. It lasted for forever, and then the darkness came.
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