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==CHAPTER 5==
Nadia, chest still bandaged, and Bobby, walking gingerly, stepped outside and walked down the airplane steps, marveling at the sight in front of them. This wasn’t just my house. This was an estate.
In the distance they saw trees, wilderness. In front of them was my house – more a castle then a house, really. Built to my specifications, it has a west, east, and center wing, plus many helpful accoutrements, ready for Nadia and Bobby.
Behind them, the plane was automatically refueled and it took off, the pilots flying themselves home. That’s how I like things. Clean. One hand washes the other.
It was then that Nadia and Bobby, standing completely nude, now parked permanently as my property, at my escape-proof estate, truly realized the irreparable damage they had done to the lives they had left behind. As much as the contract might allow it.. There was no turning back.
"My neighbors are twenty miles away in any direction. The trees surrounding us go about a mile before there's an electric fence that'll stun you." I explained plainly. "No second thoughts, slaves. You made your decisions. Now you have to live with them."
I told them to pick up their luggage and mine as we headed to the house. It was a good 5 minutes until we reached the front door to the massive mansion, and it was already getting dark.
I unlocked the door with a simple fingerprint scan - peanuts in terms of the technology I have access to.
I led them into the front hall, and they gasped. The ceilings, high and painted with murals, the marble floors, fireplace, and giant staircases leading upwards just astounded them.
"Come on." I hurried. They hustled to follow me through the house. I pointed out some of the greek nude statues in the house, the paintings. This "center" wing was the one for guests. It was presentable. Appropriate. I would wait a little before showing Bobby and Nadia the east or west wings – the “personal” ones.
I led Nadia and Bobby into the backyard, facing a wide expanse of field. There was a small building in the field, near the treeline - Bobby and Nadia would discover that later. I led them down the patio to a large, concrete hole in the pavement.
I tossed in their luggage - Nadia's backpack, Bobby's suitcase. Then, I took a match, and burned them. Nadia and Bobby watched in horror. I turned to them, fire in my eyes.
"Your old life is over. It doesn't matter. You are my slaves now, and I will treat you like it! Get down on the fucking ground, both of you!" I yelled.
They were quick to lie prostrate against the cold, hard ground. I put my foot against Bobby's cheek and pushed him harder into the pavement.
"Your new life begins as your old one did. Naked. Scared. Alone."
I turned to Nadia and felt up her smooth, soft ass.
"You will experience more here than you can even imagine. Deeper levels of pain and greater levels of pleasure than ever before," I expained.
I felt Nadia’s pussy. As I suspected, it was wet. I leaned down and bit her ear softly. “Nasty slut,” I whispered.
Then I stood up, and ordered Nadia and Bobby to follow me into the house. By now their last possessions were now charred shells of what they were – just like their lives.
I took them for a tour of the house. I slept on the top floor, the sixth floor, in a luxurious bedroom in a lower, accessible by elevator, which could oversee the entire property. Of course, it wasn’t all luxurious – especially not for Nadia and Bobby. Two squares of hard tile in the back corner were surrounded by bars – their sleeping areas.
The bars were built into the wall and floor and the cage itself couldn’t have measured more than three feet by four feet – not enough for either of them to fully stretch out and lie comfortably. But that wasn’t the point at all, was it?
“This is where you will sleep. Eventually, you may earn a pillow – even a blanket. Possibly, if you prove yourself as a slave, you may even gain the privilege of sleeping without the bars.” I said. They looked hopeful, but I shook my head. “Unfortunately, that is years away. Nadia, I could see you earning a pillow in a few years. Bobby, I don’t think your contract shows you are dedicated enough to deserve any more than this.”
Bobby’s eyes softened, sad. My plan was working perfectly. But more on that later.
I led them down and then into the West Wing. This was my favorite section of the house. It included a private cinema, library, gym, and bowling alley. The cinema and library were stocked with the most hardcore BDSM porn films and fiction I could find – hopefully by requiring it for Nadia and Bobby I could expand their personal limits to nothingness.
Even better was the dungeon. Located strategically behind a bookcase, ensuring it would never be discovered, it look a couple minutes, by stairs, to reach, located far underground, as were several rooms in the complex.
I never much liked the “classic” dungeon look – stone, dirt, rats… This was much cleaner and more functional. It had the look of dangerous hospital room. It was made of white and grey tile. The walls were adorned with cabinets, sinks and drains, all fitted for discipline use. This dungeon would be used several times a day, I planned. It had the simple pleasures of slavery: Whips, canes, gags, racks, and fucking machines. I planned to use this for daily discipline, to keep them in line, even if they hadn’t done anything deserving of punishment.
Bobby and Nadia looked frightened by this room. I awaited gleefully their reaction to the other two dungeons in the house.
The second dungeon, in the “center” wing, was to be used if they did something deserving of punishment. It was slightly bigger, but had a similar build. The types of implements within, though, made Bobby and Nadia freeze with horror. Needles. Tattoos, piercing, branding. Electroshock therapy. Breath play. All could be and would be done in this room. They realized maybe my permanent markings on their body had not yet come to an end. I don’t think they realized, however, that it would never.
This dungeon was for relatively minor infractions. This included, as I listed to my slaves: “Missing a spot while cleaning. Undercooking or overcooking my meals. Forgetting to refer to me as ‘Master’ in every sentence. Spilling any amount of my piss or cum – even a single drop. Bobby – not being hard in my presence. Nadia – not being wet in my presence.” I explained.
The final dungeon, in the sadistic East Wing, was for the major infractions. Premature ejaculation. Having an orgasm without my permission. Not swallowing my piss or cum purposefully. Resisting any of my orders at any time for any reason. Acting violent. Touching me in any way without permission.
What was in that final dungeon? They would hopefully never find out.
Also in the East Wing was a private doctor’s office and operation room – for Bobby and Nadia’s checkups and medical procedures, they wouldn’t have to leave the property. It also included a prison – or, more accurately, a series of prison-style cells to be used if I acquired any more slaves (which was expected, eventually). The rest of the East Wing was made up of several bedrooms (for guests), a theater specifically designed for slaves to put on “shows” of torture, an indoor swimming pool and Jacuzzi, and an extensive storage area.
After finishing the tour, I pointed out the large deck at the edge of the West Wing, which had a large outdoor swimming pool. “I hope you can both hold your breath for a long time.” I warned ominously.
I led them to a sitting room in the Center Hall and after making a drink for myself, sat down on a large, red, comfortable chair and had them kneel on the hard ground in front of me. I checked my watch.
“It is now 7 pm. That is dinner time. Soon I will put you both to work in the kitchen making my supper. But first, I am giving you time, right here, to ask me three questions. Three questions each. After that, you will begin working and you will never stop working for me. You will have no right to ask questions or speak at all unless I give you permission.” I paused, letting that sink in. “But for now, you have three questions each. Use them wisely.”
Bobby slowly raised his hand. I nodded to him. He spoke slowly and cautiously. “What happens at the end of our contract, Master?”
I smiled to him. “That is assuming your contract will ever end, Bobby. But I guess hypothetically, if you did decide to betray your Master and stop serving him, I would put you right back where you started. With the small payment owed.” Bobby looked surprised by my characterization of leaving when the contract was up as ‘betraying me’.
I had a plan. And I was going to stick to it. These next years of enslavement will be headed towards them extending their contracts to life contracts. Not that they had much control over that. There was a stipulation in the contract that if they had a certain number of orgasms they would be forced to become lifetime slaves. And I planned on making that number happen exactly. Not one more, not one less.
Nadia had a question. “What is in the third dungeon, Master?”
“The third dungeon holds all the punishments for the very worst offenses. The ones that are a personal insult against your Master. What kind of punishment does disobeying your Master deserve, Nadia?” I responded. That was food for thought. I would let her imagination run wild.
Bobby inquired about food. I told them both of them that their nutrition intake would consist of two highly nutritious protein shakes per day, flavored and seasoned by semen – human and animal. That would be what they would eat as my slaves. I did promise, though, that human food may be offered as a reward for excellent behavior.
Nadia asked about leaving the property. I shut down any hope of that and said it would never happen.
Bobby asked about calling relatives. I said he could talk to his parents once a month, in phone conversations monitored by me. I also noted that if he “made the honorable decision” to become my lifetime slave, we would take trips and potentially leave the property for a few days at a time. But only if he made the “full commitment” to me.
Nadia thought carefully about her last question. Finally she looked up and spoke:
“Will you have other slaves besides us, Master?” She asked softly.
I could understand her worry. Up until yesterday, she believed she was my only slave, the object of my complete attention and affection. She met Bobby, however, and competition and jealousy could become a component. She worried it might get worse.
“I might. I might very well might. But that is none of your concern, Nadia. Your concern is to pleasure me And that is it.” I replied.
I stood up, and pointed out into the fields behind the complex.
“See back there? There is a track, a soft grass track, that does around the entire property. It is about 10 miles long. Each and every morning, when you are woken up at 5am, I expect both of you to come out here and run the 10 mile track. In case you are wondering, there is no cheating. There are cameras stationed every mile and I will be able to see if you walk, or cut any of the track.”
I decided I might as well tell them the rest of the morning.
“You will return to the house and have until 8am to cook my breakfast and use your tongues to clean the West and Central wing dungeons. At exactly 8am I expect to be awoken the natural way – with one of you sucking on my dick, taking my piss and my cum without my it ever leaving your mouth. After that, our day will start proper.” I explained.
Then I led them through a hallway into the dining room and, behind a wall, the huge kitchen. I ordered them to get to work, telling them to cook me a prime rib steak, mashed potatoes with gravy, and corn. Did I mention this was all from scratch? They had the raw meat, potatoes, and the stalks of corn. I ordered it to be finished within one hour.
I knew this was not possible.
I went upstairs to my computer, the same one I had put the ad in. I opened up two folders on the computer – one was labeled “NADIA SHAH”. The other, “BOBBY MORRIS”. These folders had the complete video footage of the encounters in the motel room (both of them), the cabin, and the car. It had photos, taken by paid surveillance agents, of both of them in the days between our meets. I had them watched 24/7 between them writing to me with their info and them signing the contract and becoming my slaves.
I chuckled to myself. It had all gone perfectly.
I spent the next hour checking e-mails, responding to some, and watching the video feeds of Nadia and Bobby fervently working in the kitchen. I switched between several CCTV cameras – I had about 500 installed throughout the house, and another 100 around the property. Wherever they were, Nadia and Bobby were never unseen.
I checked the time. It was already 8:23.
I marched down to the kitchen and demanded to know why my dinner was not ready at the 8:00. They both fell to their knees and begged for more time. I felt lenient, so I gave them an extra 30 minutes.
However, before I left, I unwrapped Nadia’s breasts. Bigger they were, and even she were surprised by them, and maybe even a little afraid of them. They would remain sensitive for the next couple of weeks, but that wouldn’t stop me from anything, the good surgeon told me.
At 8:45, they said they were done. They presented me with my steak, potatoes, and corn. I instructed them to kneel at my feet as I ate. Feeling a little experimental, I decided to have them lie down on the dining table, which I lowered until it was at knee level. I scooped my mashed potatoes and dumped them between Nadia’s breasts, pouring the gravy on top, spilling it across her nipples. She squealed softly, but otherwise did not make a sound. I then put the corn on her belly.
I turned to Bobby and flipped the steak onto his flat stomach, near his penis, still erect like a pole. I then positioned Nadia and Bobby next to each other and ate my dinner. I worried Bobby a little bit with my steak knife cutting up the steak, but I managed to avoid cutting his stomach. They stayed deadly still. I finished off the corn and mashed potatoes off an unmoving Nadia, then licked the remains off of her tits.
The human plates had worked out well. I announced to both of them that this was how I wanted all my future meals to be eaten – off of my slaves. No more dishes – I reasoned it takes too much time to wash them. However, it would be up to them the way they would keep the food on top of them or within easy reach. That should be interesting when I would ask them to serve soup.
After dinner, I took them to the first dungeon and strapped them both down to a table. They were ready for their first basic punishment session. I warned them that although I was letting them off the hook this time, any time they were late with any meal in the future would mean a session in the second dungeon.
I gagged both of them and proceeded to cane their backs until they were red. Then, without a word, I proceeded to whip their genitals – they both screamed through the gag. However, all of us knew they would have to grow used to this kind of pain. This would happen daily, and it would become a fact of their life.
After tormenting their backsides, I turned them around, strapped them down, and brutally whipped their fronts – Nadia’s tits were crisscrossed with red marks, and Bobby didn’t get off any easier.
Pained and sore, I turned off the light in the dungeon and left them there, noting they were both still obviously aroused by the end of the session.
I went back up to my room and watched them squirm through a night CCTV camera while finishing up some work. After about an hour, at 11:00 pm, I went back downstairs and turned on the light. I was pleased with what I saw.
Nadia and Bobby were both still awake, still aroused, still squirming against their restraints. As I walked in, Bobby’s dick, if that was even possible, seemed to get harder.
I untied Nadia and Bobby and instructed them to follow me. I led them to my room. It was time for something special to happen to celebrate their first night.
“Bobby, lean forward, grab the legs of the bed, and present your ass to me.” I ordered. He did just that, putting himself in prime position.
I walked over to a cabinet and took out a six inch roll of sandpaper. I gave it to Nadia. “Wrap this around Bobby’s dick and jerk him off with it.” I told her. She took position underneath Bobby, so when I stood behind him, I stood just over her chest and laid out body. I lowered my pants and underwear.
Bobby looked rightfully nervous and frightened as I opened his ass cheeks to look at his puckered asshole. His virginity was about to be taken very harshly. He looked down to see Nadia apply the rough sandpaper to his dick and he knew this was going to be one of the most painful experiences of his life.
I leaned down and swabbed my dick on Nadia’s pussy until it was glistening with pussy juices. As I stood up, I noticed Nadia frown, disappointed she would not be on the receiving end of my dick tonight. But she knew soon she would get more dick than she wanted. I rubbed my dickhead up and down Bobby’s asshole, Nadia’s pussy juices serving as lube as I probed his hole with my finger.
Finally, I figured his hole was lubed enough after returning to Nadia’s pussy twice for more, and I pressed my dickhead into his asshole.
Bobby groaned. Enough with taking things slowly. I looked down at Nadia. “Begin jerking him off now, Nadia.” I ordered.
Then, I leaned back and slammed my dick into Bobby’s asshole until it was buried to the base. Bobby screamed a deep, guttural scream. I didn’t take mercy as I pummeled his ass, as Nadia jerked him off – I heard sickening scrapes of flesh against sandpaper as Bobby’s shaft was tortured and pleasured at the same time.
Bobby’s screams never stopped, but he never said a word to tried to stop the proceedings.
I could sense that Bobby was getting close so I slowly said, “Do not cum, Bobby.” However, I did not tell Nadia to stop masturbating him, and I continued to fuck him hard.
I reminded him, “Do not cum, Bobby.” As I felt him get closer and closer.
Finally, he could take it no more. “Do not DARE CUM, BOBBY!” I screamed at the top of my voice. Nadia’s hands kept moving up and down, and I knew Bobby wouldn’t be able to help himself.
I exploded inside his ass, spewing deep into his bowels. This must have set him off, because before I could issue another warning he came all over Nadia’s face and the tile floor.
My watch beeped, and I glanced at it – a “1” appeared next to the “BOBBY” counter on the watch. “NADIA” remained at 0.
I pulled out, instructing Nadia to suck my cum out of Bobby’s asshole, however leaving the semen on her face.
I stood Bobby up, and softly told him to lick his cum off the floor. He looked guilty and scared – not only did he directly disobey me, he also committed one of the worst acts a slave could, orgasming without permission.
As he began licking up his cum, biding time before his inevitable harsh punishment, I glanced at his dick – red, scraped, and raw, however not bleeding. Good.
When Nadia was finished sucking my cum out of Bobby’s asshole, I instructed her to wipe the cum off of her face and swallow it. That she did without hesitation, and was soon waiting for her next order. I told her to head down to the kitchen and prepare the celebratory dessert for tonight – apple pie a la mode.
As she turned to leave, I made sure she saw me kick Bobby in the balls, making him fall onto his back, adding to his already nearly unbearable pain his dick and balls had faced today.
Nadia hesitated, watching Bobby squirm in pain on the ground, as she turned and left the room to head down to the kitchen.
I squatted down next to Bobby, looking at him from above. “You fucked up. You disobeyed a direct order. You came without permission, and your dick is currently flaccid.” To make a point, I grabbed his soft dick and pinched it with my finger.
“I warned you to never disobey me. To never cum without permission. And to always be hard in my presence. You will pay for this failure three times over. As I am feeling generous, I will put off your punishment until tomorrow. But don’t expect me to be so merciful next time.” I warned.
To be truthful, I wasn’t being merciful – I just wanted his dick and balls to heal a bit before I tortured them even more.
I brought Bobby downstairs with me, and per my order, I found Nadia lying on the lowered dining room table, a scrumptious looking piece of apple pie, topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, held together by her heavy breasts.
I told Bobby to lie down on the floor, and I proceeded to sit on top of his chest as I ate the pie. It must have been painful, but at this point, he must have believed he deserved it.
When I finished the pie and licked the remains off of Nadia’s tits, it was around 11:30.
I brought both my slaves up the elevator to my room, where I prepared them for sleep in their cages. Then, in a symbolic act of the first night as my slave, I presented them both with their slave collars. They were simple, thin, and unobtrusive, allowing full motion of the head. More importantly, though, it was functional. At the press of a button, they could shock and even knock them unconscious. I thought of it as a safety device.
I took two electric dildos and stuck one in Nadia’s pussy in the other in Bobby’s sore asshole, and locked them in their cages. I informed them that at 5 am these dildos would vibrate violently, their cue to get up. The bars would unlock at 5 am as well.
I turned to look out the large windows on the left and right of the giant room. I sighed as I looked at my property, then turned back to look at my human property.
“Tomorrow, Nadia, you will taste all my land has to offer.” I said, then smiled cruelly. “And tomorrow, Bobby, you will taste hell.”
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