Kristi, Sold and Bought

Synopsis

Because of her behaviour, her father sells her on a month’s trial as a slave to the owner of a store where she’s caused much disruption. She pays a painful price for it. More pain follows when she returns home before she is sold again. 

Kristi, Sold and Bought

by obohobo

Warnings

Please take note!

The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF NC. Spanking

If you are underage or offended by such material, or if viewing this file is illegal in your locality, then leave, close or delete this file-story now.

This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies.  In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

© obohobo 2011

Enslaved

“AAAAAHHHH! Let me go, you can’t do this to me!” Kristi screamed as the flat whip bit a painful stripe across her shoulders and the tip curled under her up stretched arms and caught her right breast.

Pieter moved around to face her and swung the whip back ready to strike her tits, “Oh, but I can Kristi, I can do anything I wish with you and this is only your first lesson in realising that.” The cruel lash flattened her tits bringing forth another scream.

Only an hour earlier she’d been a free woman; a snooty teenager.

*****

“You’re up early for a Sunday, Kristi,” her mother commented when the girl rushed down the stairs and through the kitchen.

“Need to get to Sermenti’s early.”

“Be careful to watch your spending, you know your father wasn’t pleased earlier in the week when the bill for the designer dresses came through to his account....”

“Don’t you start Mother, a girl in my position has to look her best all the time and besides Sermenti’s doesn’t open till eleven on a Sunday, that’s two hours away,” Kristi snapped. “I already told you Kathy Sermenti said they were getting a new girl slave today, a young one, and they were going to break her in before opening the store and I kinda invited myself to view it.”

Her mother sat down and burying her face in her hands, shed a few tears as Kristi hurried out, wondering if she’d ever see her daughter again. She’d not agreed with the course her husband had taken but in these times, the wishes of the male head of the household were paramount and her daughter’s behaviour was becoming ever more arrogant and unruly. “Perhaps if he’d become angry and physically punished Kristi earlier on in her life, she would have heeded him a little more, but he always talks quietly to her and bottles his real feelings inside himself,” she remarked to herself.

As the robot taxi sped into town, Kristi wondered how the Sermenti’s could afford another slave. “They already have several that work in the shop and storeroom and I suppose with the prices they charge for simple articles of clothing, they must make a good profit but really they are only shop keepers and I tolerate Kathy only because she tells me when they have new stuff in. Where did they get a young girl slave? They’re always expensive.”

Kathy nervously waited outside Sermenti’s opulent storefront; Sermenti’s, a name synonymous in the town for high quality, fashionable, clothing for men and women. She hoped and prayed the girl she hated, the girl she frequently had to acquiesce to even when she caused so much disruption in the shop and anguish for the shop girls and slaves, the girl that would now be under their control, would turn up voluntarily and not have to be dragged in by the town guards. By pure chance when Kathy served Kristi a week previously, she mentioned, “We are getting a new girl slave and we’ll welcome her on Sunday before the shop opens. Daddy won’t tell me who it is so she may be a local girl.”

“What sort of welcome do you give your slaves?” Kirsti knew her father treated his slaves far more leniently than she would but many owners firmly impressed their authority on their purchases right from the outset.

“Probably a dose of the whip and then he and the boys will have their way with her. Mother and me may have a turn with her afterwards.”

“I’d like to see that, my father is far to soft with ours and doesn’t allow me to even spank them. He uses the strap occasionally, or gets Boscoe to, and only takes the maids to his bed a few times a week and mother sees that he doesn’t overdo it.”

Pieter Sermenti grinned when his daughter asked permission for Kristi to attend. It solved a problem that vexed him since signing the contract with Arthur Beaumont, Kristi’s father.

“Hi, Kristi, glad you could make it.” Kathy’s face lit up with a smile of relief, “It’s going to be in the basement and we’ll go in the back way.”

Like most stores along the High Street, the windowless basement served as storage area at one end partitioned off from the slave accommodation at the other. Above the well-reinforced ceiling were two sales floors and above them the family living suites. Kathy courteously allowed Kristi to enter the brightly lit room first and afterwards closed the massive steel door with a loud clang. “Daddy, this is my friend Kirsti,” she introduced although he knew her well enough from her shop visits, “Kirsti, this is Daddy, my oldest brother Paul, and my next brother Karl. Daddy would you mind if I showed her around before we start the ceremony? I doubt she’s ever been inside the living quarters for industrial slaves.” Kristi stood for a few moments, looked somewhat shocked at the twenty-three naked slaves of both sexes, standing rigidly to attention at the end of the room, and wondered where they all slept. “The small rooms in the four corners of this part of the basement are for the security staff so they can monitor the behaviour of the slaves through the windows or on the surveillance screens inside,” having been granted permission, Kathy started on the tour, “The bunk bed along the length of this side wall is where they all sleep and if they are all on the bunk at one time, they’re pretty closely packed but usually we have a slave or two upstairs and security take in some for their pleasure. With the heating system pipes running through here, there is no need for us to provide blankets and we kindly allow them to have sex between themselves provided there’s no disturbance. Across the other side of the room are the toilets and washing facilities, all open plan for easy cleaning. Slaves don’t need privacy, and as you can see, they don’t wear clothes when not at work in the shop.

Shocked, Kristi mentally compared the frugal, Spartan conditions, to those enjoyed the four slaves they kept at home.

“The long table behind where the slaves are standing is where they eat the food the contractors supply and here in the centre of the basement is the punishment area where we deal with slaves who misbehave and with new slaves as you’ll see shortly. We are able to strap them down to a flogging bench or hoist their arms on chains to the ceiling. Usually security does the punishments but occasionally we do it, especially with a new slave to impress our status as owners on them. On the table are some of the whips, straps and canes we use. Normally, of course, they are all locked away but we have them out for your benefit, Slave Kristi.”

Welcomed

“But I’m not...” Hardly had the words left her lips when two security men gripped her arms and forced her to kneel in front of Pieter Sermenti. “Let me go! Leggo of me!” she screamed, “I’m not a slave and never will be! I’m not destitute. Father will...” A knotted scarf forcibly tied around her head silenced her protests; the knot cruelly thrust into her mouth allowed only muffled moans to escape. Shocked and very afraid, Kristi struggled and kicked but the burly security guards quickly subdued her and eventually she quietened down sufficiently for Pieter to speak.

“Christine Anne Beaumont, I have here a bill of sale from your father receipting the payment of one thousand credits as the price I paid for you as a slave. In this folder is all the legal paperwork giving me full rights to you. He can do that because for a few more months, until you are sixteen, you are still a child and fully under his guardianship. The price is low because we’ve agreed to renegotiate in one month if he wishes to buy you back. As you may know, under the law now in force, a father cannot make any of his children his own personal slave but is allowed to sell them to another person. Once they are a slave they are a person with no rights, there’s a loophole in the law, and the father can buy them back and use them as their slave, which maybe is your father’s intention, but even so, you have to remain with one owner for at least a year before you can become a free citizen again. Until he buys you back or until I sell you on, you are a full time slave here with no rights.” Kristi shook her head in disbelief at her father selling her. Pieter went on, “You came here to see a young girl flogged and raped, now you will experience it for real and, after the problems and disruption you’ve caused in our store, you will not be spared. Strip her bare and string her up!”

Minutes later hanging naked, except for the cloth gag, and with her legs stretched widely apart, Pieter called the slaves to stand closer, “Slaves, this is Chrissie as she will be known here,” speaking directly to the crying girl, he went on, “Yes I know your affectation for writing your name with a K, but from now on you will have the commoner and less arrogant form of address.” Returning to his audience, “Have a good look at her unblemished body for it may well be some time before you see it in this condition again. I think we’ll probably keep her nice blonde hair if she trains well enough to serve in the shop and I trust none of the staff will damage her face for the same reason, customers dislike facial disfiguration but won’t object to stripes across the tops of the tits she’s so proud of, or across her plump arse. She may only be here for a month, but during that time treat her like any other permanent slave. Now Miss Chrissie Beaumont, you wanted to witness the welcome we give to new slaves, well now’s your chance. Remove her gag.”

Chrissie immediately tried to plead and beg but could only turn her head to see Pieter out of the corner of her eye, step to her left side and swing the whip. AAAAAHHHH! Let me go, you can’t do this to me!” Kristi screamed as the flat whip bit a painful stripe across her shoulders and the tip curled under her up-stretched arms and caught her right breast.

Pieter moved around to face her and swung the whip back ready to strike her tits, “Oh, but I can Chrissie, I can do anything I wish with you and this is only your first lesson in realising that. Had this been a punishment session, I or one of the staff, would have struck with far greater force.” Terrified she watched the cruel lash swish its way towards their target and flatten her tits, the impact bringing forth another loud scream and further pleas to be sent home. Steadily and unhurriedly, Pieter applied the lash to both sides of her body alternately until she appeared to fade. “Take her down and fasten her to the table ready for fucking like we do to all new female slaves.”

The security staff having done this many times, knew exactly how their boss wanted her positioned; on her back, legs brought upwards and pulled close to her head to leave both her nether holes and mouth available for use. He fucked all the female slaves, young and older, when they arrived and he welcomed them with the whip, although never as severely as he’d whipped Kristi. Chrissie, already knowing the futility of it, verbally protested at being raped. “Slave, if you were a free woman, this would be considered rape, a multiple rape, but as a slave, this is just part of your service to your owners.” By then he’d opened his trousers and speared her cunt with his already hard prick, thrusting in the full depth until his portly stomach met her mound. His sons stood close by rubbing their erections and encouraging their father to thrust harder and to give the bitch what she fully deserved. Rachel his wife and Kathy his daughter added their comments as to how she should be treated but Pieter didn’t last long and soon spurted his semen into his new slave.

Paul took his place and he too only lasted a short while before handing over to Karl. “Do you mind if I try the other hole, Dad?” he asked and receiving a nod of agreement, forced his prick at the brown opening. It didn’t enter easily but eventually he gained entry and ignoring her screams, began thrusting vigorously.

“May I ride her face while you screw her arse?” Kathy asked her brother. Being close in age, they had a special relationship with each other and not infrequently they slept or fucked in the same bed.

“It will be my pleasure and maybe it will stifle some of her wailing.”

Unashamedly, Kathy removed her trousers in front of everyone, straddled the narrow table and lowered her mound on Chrissie’s face and proceeded to masturbate her vagina on the girl’s nose and lips.  Her masturbation continued after Karl finished and one of the security men had taken his place and continued to fuck her arsehole.

“Get ready to open in half an hour,” Pieter ordered abruptly, “Those not on duty may continue to use her until noon then, Jason, treat and clean her as you would any other slave and have her brought to our chambers after dinner this evening.”

Three men, one a security guard and two slaves, fucked Chrissie before Charge Slave Jason, ordered two buxom women to stop their cleaning work, “Release her bonds and carry her to the showers,” he told them quietly. As slaves, they’d all felt the lash and didn’t need telling to treat her gently. She may have been a spoilt rich bitch in her previous life but now she was a slave like them, a young slave who’d received an overly severe welcome and needed comforting as best they were able.

Barely conscious and hardly able to walk with the pain from the whipping and the rapes, bewildered by the sudden change in her status and despondent and angry at her father for selling her in such a degrading way, Chrissie allowed the women, women she wouldn’t have spoken to before, to assist her to the showers and wash her body with the tepid water. She didn’t even protest when they pushed her legs apart and gently cleaned her vagina and anal areas. “You lie there and Jason will put cream on your welts that will take some of the fire out of them but you will be sore for several days. We have to get back to cleaning now,” one of the women whispered as they laid her on the bunk bed.

Carefully, barely touching her skin with his fingers, Jason applied the soothing cream to her welted back and swollen breasts, all the while explaining the routine she’d have to follow in the coming weeks and months. “You’ll soon get used to it Chrissie, and the Sermenti’s aren’t the worst masters although they do have a grudge against you so you’ll have to be particularly careful not to anger them or indeed, any of the others here. You caused several of the slave girls to get a strapping so they’ll want to get their revenge too and, as head slave, I can punish you for not working properly or causing a disturbance. You must also remember that your cunt is available to any of us when you are not working or not required by those in a more senior position and most girl slaves are fucked several times a day.” Chrissie’s eyes wandered to the naked man’s erect prick and trembled at the thought of raped by him and the other male slaves, but, of course, being now a slave, it wouldn’t be rape, just part of her duty here. “Yes, take a good look at it little Chrissie, I’ll be taking a turn with you when you are available and have healed a bit, and being in charge, you’ll be well advised to keep in my good books. Rest now, we’ll wake you when the food arrives at six and until then, no one will interfere with you.”

Chrissie wept. Her pain, now reduced to an all over ache until she tried to move and then lightning flashes of fire shot through her body. She tried to lie still, but on the hard, thin mattress, no position provided much comfort and the horror of the morning and the knowledge that her life had irrevocably changed for the worse, kept her awake and miserable. “Why did Daddy do this to me?” she asked herself time and time again, “Surely not because I overspent my allowance a few times? I know I pissed him off at times but surely not enough to sell me. And to sell me to people who’ve taken offence because I demanded better service? And why didn’t Mummy warn me? She must have known when I went into the kitchen this morning, but these days, even free women must be subservient to their men and Daddy must have ordered her to keep quiet. And that sneaking, conniving slut Kathy, she deserves to be a slave. I’d love to make her lick my cunt like I had to lick hers...” Her internal arguments and the horror of the foreseeable future only produced feelings of gloom and despondency within her and she hardly noticed when other slaves passed the bed and spoke to her.

“Get yourself up now, Love, the food’s arrived and you’ll need to make yourself presentable for when they take you to the Masters,” Sadie, one of the cleaners that washed her earlier, gently shook the girl and insisted she move to the table.

“I can’t move, I’m too sore,” Chrissie complained but this didn’t satisfy Sadie. Giving her another and more vigorous shake, she lifted her to a sitting position causing an outburst of screams as pains shot through her body.

“You’ve got to get up now Love, and get some movement in your limbs ready for later.” Sadie forcibly helped her to her feet and to the table where someone had thoughtfully placed a cushion to mitigate the effect of the hard bench seat on her welted arse. To Chrissie, it only eased her suffering by a marginal amount. Miserably she pecked at the unappetising food wondering yet again what she had done to deserve this fate.

To her surprise, the other slaves seemed cheerful and joked amongst themselves and most treated her kindly although a few, remembering how she caused them suffering in the past, were glad she’d had her comeuppance and made snide remarks as to the way she’d be treated when the masters had her later.

“Come on, come on, we haven’t got all day, the Masters will want us before midnight,” Nikki, one the more attractive sales girl slaves chivvied her along, “You’ll be lying down soon enough with a prick or two inside you.”

“Leave her be, Nikki, you’ve never had a whipping as bad as that,” Sarah rebuked her, “And these stairs are quite a climb when you’ve only had a few strokes of the cane, as well you know.” By the time she arrived at the Sermenti’s living quarters, tears fell freely from Chrissie’s eyes from the arduous, painful climb and the thought of what punishments the Masters might have in store for her.

Nikki knocked at the panelled wood door and without waiting for an answer, led the way inside and knelt gracefully in a clear space at the back of the room. Sarah followed suit and indicated that Chrissie should do the same. “Aaaahh!” Chrissie cried out when her arse sat on her heels and the skin on her thighs became taut and she clumsily toppled sideways and curled into a ball on the floor. Sarah helped her up and whispered, “Be quiet,” when the family seated around a table, looked at them.

Through tear filled eyes, Chrissie noted the large spacious room with its modern furniture and fearfully watched the family for any hint of anger they might vent on her, but saw none. For ten minutes she kept the painful position but fortunately, just when she thought she could withstand it no longer, Pieter Sermenti ordered, “Come here Chrissie, let’s have a look at you.”

“Please don’t hurt...”

“Silence! Slaves do not speak unless spoken to,” Pieter snapped, “It is for us to decide if and when you need further punishment. Your flesh is colouring up nicely but the skin is not broken so if necessary you can take another whipping and will do so if your behaviour warrants it. Turn around.” For a few minutes he examined and prodded the poor girl’s body before suggesting, “Nikki, it will be a day or two before she can start her sales girl training but meanwhile tell Jason to put her on cleaning the shop toilet areas.” Chrissie’s heart sank for she knew well enough that the toilet staff all worked naked and were often abused by the customers, particularly in the men’s areas. She herself, had, until recently, been one of the abusers.

Neither Pieter nor Paul wanted her for the night and for a time it looked as if she would be sent back to the slaves quarters but finally Karl decided to keep her. Shaking with trepidation, she followed Karl and his sister to his room and once again, had to kneel while they watched a newscast. Eventually Karl fucked her hard without any thought for her discomfort and when he’d finished, Kathy demanded to be licked to an orgasm. At least the warm shower afterwards cleaned her body and eased her pain a little, although only as a side effect of washing them. She didn’t spend the night in their bed largely because of her whimpering at every movement.

Most of the slaves were sleeping when she arrived back at the slave quarters but a male maintenance-man slave she guessed to being near thirty years old, seeing her hesitate, grabbed her arm and gently pulled her alongside him on the bunk. “I’m Hamish, Haim to everyone, lie here and try not to make a noise,” he whispered. Carefully and gently he inserted his prick and quietly fucked her before falling asleep but by then, Chrissie, too exhausted to care, spooned against him, fell into a disturbed sleep unconcerned that the previous day she would not even have looked in his direction.

Thrashed again

DRRRRRRRRRRRR! DRRRRRRRRRRRR! 6 a.m.

The insistent bell woke all the slaves, including Chrissie who had been awake most of the night and only drifted into a disturbed sleep in the early hours of the morning. “Get up now,” Haim spoke quietly, “We have about twenty minutes to shower and shit before the food arrives.” During the night all her muscles stiffened and Chrissie cried at the pain of every slight movement of her body but Haim helped her stand and directed her to the shower area. “All the toilets are taken so we’ll have to shower first and if you’re desperate to piss, do it in the shower, everyone does and the water flushes it away so its not a problem.” To Chrissie with her fastidious upbringing, it seemed disgusting but when Haim relieved himself between her legs her full bladder followed suit. With clinical care, Haim used the liquid soap to lather her body and when he poured the liquid into her cupped hands, she knew to do the same for him. A glance around and she saw other couples in various combinations of sexes, doing the same. “Do my prick and arse,” Ham ordered when she deliberately avoided his genital areas and reluctantly she did so. “There’s a couple of toilets free now, you’d better try to shit as you may not get a chance later.”

Still dripping from the shower, she heeded Haim’s words but viewed sitting on the hard seat with great concern until she found she could support much of her weight with her hands on the seat. Afterwards Haim took her to the air dryers.

“Put some cream on her Haim,” Jason yelled, “She’s to start work this morning and there’s still a few minutes before the food arrives.” To her embarrassment, almost everyone watched while he applied the salve and many made ribald comments but he again treated her kindly and without sexually molesting her.

“Mondays are usually fairly quiet,” Kay her slave partner for the day, informed her when they arrived at the gents toilet area, “We have to do the usual things like wiping the seats after each use, washing the floor and keeping the basins clean, but most men will ask for one of us to hold his prick while he pisses in the urinal and you have to do that and suck it clean and then dry it with a tissue afterwards.” Chrissie’s face showed its shock and Kay went on, “Yes, but it’s painless even when they save a spurt or two for you to drink, a refusal and a report to the supervisor will mean a dose of the strap so just smile and say, ‘Thank you Sir’, when they finish. They’re not supposed to fuck us but some do and again, it is not wise to refuse. You may get more of that from the posh friends you used to have, when they visit.”

Kay didn’t exaggerate as Chrissie quickly found out and during the course of the day and several times only Kay’s quiet intervention prevented an outburst and saved her from feeling the supervisor’s strap. It didn’t last. Mid-afternoon one of her ex-boyfriends came in, “Well, look who’s here. Kristi Beaumont as I’ve never been allowed to see her. I’d heard that you’d been sold but never expected to see you in a position where you cannot refuse me or tell me to ‘piss-off’ like you did only last Friday. I see you’ve been well marked already so perhaps that’s brought you down a peg or two and for you to have a taste of my prick and a good long taste of my piss. I presume the other slave has taught you to service the customers.”

“Yes, Edward.”

“That’s Sir, to you now slave.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Kay tried to ease the situation, “She’s new here and has only been at work a few hours.”

“But you’ve shown her what to do?”

“Yes Sir, and she performed for other customers this morning Sir, but Slave Chrissie is not fully trained yet, Sir.”

“Then this will add to her training. Take my prick out Slave Kristi or is it Chrissie now?”

With the tears of humiliation in her eyes, Chrissie nodded and opening his flies, took out the half-hard prick and guided Edward to a urinal. For a short while she watched the piss flow and then dribble to a stop. “Take it right into your lovely little mouth Chrissie and keep it there until I’ve finished with you. I’m going to enjoy a little payback after the way you’ve treated me.”

Several men had wetted her mouth with urine during the course of the morning but as Kay said, it was only a spurt or two, even so, she’d felt nauseated and only the threat of the strap prevented her spitting it out. Now she knew Edward would give her much more. “Swallow it and don’t get any on my trousers or you arse will pay the price,” he demanded when her mouth began to fill.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t keep up with the flow and Edward didn’t attempt to stop and give her time to take it down, inevitably she spluttered and coughed and spattered piss conspicuously across the front of his light coloured trousers. “Bastard,” she hissed when he finally withdrew.

“Fetch the floor supervisor.”

“I can get them cleaned and pressed in no time Sir,” Kay tried to save Chrissie.

“You can do that after you’ve fetched the supervisor and while Chrissie’s arse is being attended to,” he turned back to Chrissie, “Get your mouth over my prick again. I haven’t finished and you can suck me off afterwards.” Angry at her treatment and feeling sick she barely kept herself under control enough to swallow Edward’s seed and by then the supervisor had arrived and she had the worry of another thrashing to contemplate.

Chrissie apologised, begged and pleaded all to no avail. Unfortunately, the buxom Laura Quantrell, a free woman and chief supervisor, had to deal with the aftermath of many incidents in Kristi’s previous visits. She’d not been at work when Chrissie arrived and missed her welcoming whipping, “I’ll give the bitch something to remember me by,” she told herself when Edward explained his grievances. “I do apologise Sir, and I will see that she is suitably punished. Even a new slave should know to behave better than that but I suspect she hasn’t yet accepted her position in life. Do you wish to see the slave punished Sir? And should you wish Sir, while your trousers are being cleaned, you may use the slave for your pleasure.”

“Please Ma’am, I’m still too sore from the whipping yesterday to hardly move, please, please, don’t hurt me again. I’ll die if I’m whipped again, my body won’t stand any more pain,” Chrissie begged in her most contrite voice but it had no effect on Laura Quantrell.

“Nonsense Slave, you can take a lot more punishment yet, and I’m sure that with your attitude, you most certainly will.” She led her into the small staff room. “Clear the table and fasten this slave down,” she ordered a slave who stood cleaning the sink. “I think twenty strokes should suffice Sir, twelve for soiling your pants, and four each for addressing you incorrectly and we’d better gag her so as not to disturb other customers.”

“No! You can’t do that! I’ll...” The gag silenced any further outbursts.

“I think that brings the total to two dozen Sir. If you will stand to one side for a moment I’ll get the strap and warm her bottom a bit more, she had a session with the whip on Sunday but the pain should be fading now.” She did. At regular intervals, she swung the strap with considerable force, reddening the already well bruised flesh until the pain became unbearable and Chrissie began to fade but by then, Laura replaced the strap on its hook. “Feel free to use any of her holes as you see fit Sir, I would expect your clothing returned in about twenty minutes.”

“So I get to fuck the arrogant Kristi Beaumont at last and I can shove my prick up her arse too. This is an unexpected bonus and I’m sure your other friends will welcome knowing your new situation and will be paying you a visit.” Edward grinned as he thrust his prick forcibly first into her cunt and then her arse.

The extreme pain and ruthless fucking combined with the vile taste in her mouth held in by the cloth gag, kept Chrissie barely conscious. Bile came to her throat but she knew that with the gag in place, any sickness could result in her choking to death and, while at that moment, death seemed the best option, she couldn’t face the thought of swallowing her own puke and managed to hold it down until finally Edward released his second load and a slave carried her back to the gent’s toilet.

“Where’s slave Chrissie?” Pieter demanded when three slave girls entered the family room that evening.

“I’m sorry Sir, she’s too sick to come,” Nikki answered and getting a quizzical look from her owner, went on, “It seems that she didn’t perform very well for one of the customers and sprayed urine over his pants and then insulted him and Ms. Quantrell when she came to deal with the matter Sir. Slave Chrissie became very sick when they brought her back to the gent’s toilet and security had to carry her back to our quarters. She’s been sick several times since and is very weak and is hardly able to stand, Sir.”

Pieter extracted further details before contacting Jason. “Have her brought to me immediately Jason, get a slave to carry her if necessary.”

Haim tenderly placed Chrissie in a kneeling position alongside the other girls but as soon as he released his hold, she tumbled to the floor moaning softly, with her eyes closed and completely oblivious of her surroundings. “Bring her over here, Slave Hamish,” Pieter ordered when he tried to sit her up again. The family looked with shock at the pallid girl with beads of sweat on her forehead and knew there something was seriously wrong with her, and it wasn’t only the thrashings she’d received but Pieter decided to investigate that first. Enquiring as to the number of strokes she’d received and why, he decided the number wasn’t unduly high.

“Ms. Quantrell has delivered them with more than her usual vigour,” Kathy commented, “But there must be more than to make her this ill. Has she said anything Slave Hamish?”

“Not to me Miss, she’s hardly been conscious since security brought her down, but Slave Kay, her work partner, said she looked ill after the first small amount of urine she had to swallow and turned a sickly colour when the customer gave her rather more than normal. She’s hardly eaten any of the food we’ve been given even though I did try to persuade her. Slave Betty, who was a nurse in her previous life, suggested she had an allergic reaction to the urine, Miss. Chief Slave Jason, gave her a dose of Gastrocool and that has stopped her vomiting but she’s barely awake and if she’s not cared for, she may well die on us Sir.”

“I can see that,” snapped Pieter, “Sit her with the others while I talk with my family. Slave Nikki, come here.” After a short whispered conversation, Pieter again summoned Hamish who carried Chrissie baby-like in his arms, “It appears that you are the one slave that has sort to help her so for the time being, I am giving her into your care and when she’s recovered sufficiently, she can assist you until she’s improved enough to train as a sales slave. Tell Jason she’s excused other duties and to do what he can to revive her and let me know if her condition deteriorates further.”

“Good evening Pieter, Arthur Beaumont here, I wondered how the slave I sold you is doing? I heard she was ill.”

Pieter knew is reality he wanted to find out about his daughter but having been sold as a slave, he no longer had a daughter. “She’s recovering well now Arthur. I guess you heard from one of her ex boyfriends that she had an allergic reaction three days ago but she’s much better now and is on light work at the moment with another slave who is acting as her protector and is making sure she eats and does what is required of her. She may eventually make a decent slave.”

Arthur had indeed heard of her ill health through one of the lads who, after hearing Edwards bragging account of his visit, visited the gent’s toilet specifically to taunt Kristi and learned of her suffering from Kay. A large notice in front of the urinals now warned customers that the duty slave was no longer obliged to swallow any urine and ended with: ‘Customers should therefore ensure their bladders are fully emptied before asking the duty slave to clean and dry their penis.’ Without naming the man, Kay hinted that the urine from a customer on her first day, badly affected Chrissie and nearly caused her death. This didn’t enamour Edward to his friends.

Tuesday, Chrissie spent lying on the bunk with the cleaning slaves watching over her and Haim popping in as often as he could and he made sure that she ate all the food they provided. “It may not look appetising but the firm guarantees its nutritional content and all the slaves here are fit and healthy,” he told her as he forced a spoonful in her mouth. By the end of the day she could hobble across the room to get to the toilet but the effort exhausted her. Her health improved considerably by Wednesday and in bed that night Haim whispered, “I’m taking you to work in the morning,” and before she could protest, went on, “If you stay here lying on the bed you’ll create more resentment with the others and by helping me you’ll appear to be working even if you don’t do very much. Just moving around will help ease some of your muscles and stop them getting stiff. We’ll get you a gown like I have because of the dirty work situations we may get in, so you’ll have a little covering although, the gowns are translucent blue and don’t hide much.”

To Chrissie, Haim was more of a father figure than her own father, except that he fucked her but he did that with tenderness and consideration for her soreness. As she lay spooned against him with his hands lightly cupping her breasts, she thought about what happened and Haim in particular. “He’s looked after me as if I’m his own flesh and blood and I guess he’ll look after me when I work with him but how will I help? I’ve never done anything involving working with my hands, I don’t know anything about tools or using wood or plastic so what use will I be? When I’ve wanted things done at home, I ordered a slave to do them. I’m a slave now, and a pretty useless one at that.” Hearing Haim’s steady breathing, she rested her head against his chest and drifted into sleep.

Hamish had a workroom at one end of the ladies clothing floor where he had a bench and a chest of tools on wheels which he said were really his from when he had his own business but when be became bankrupt he sold himself and his tools to Pieter Sermenti in order to live. Chrissie noticed that Pieter always treated him with more respect than most of his slaves probably because his skills were a valuable asset to the firm. Most of his work consisted of minor repairs that needed urgent attention and several times in the first few days, they worked ‘overtime’ when the job had to be done when the store was closed. Being slaves, they didn’t get extra pay but often unofficially had time off during the day to make up. For the first few days, Chrissie did little more than pass tools to Haim or hold the end of a pipe of length of wood while he cut it but gradually she did a little more although the both knew she’d never be a craftsman.

During the second week of her slavery, Pieter Sermenti summoned Hamish and Chrissie to his office. “The new display stands are due to arrive tomorrow and at the end of trading Ms. Quantrell will get the girls to move the clothing from that area so you can make a start at removing the old display and putting in the new. You’ll have to work overnight to avoid the noise and disruption to the sales during the day. Is she fit enough to help you or would you prefer to chose another helper?” He looked closely at Chrissie and indicated she should turn around, “She looks better than the last time I saw her. Is she a help or a hindrance to you?” Hamish assured him that she’d recovered considerably and had begun to work as his labourer without problems.

For a while they discussed the work and studied the computer simulation of the finished project before discretely making their way to the area, avoiding customers examining the clothes. To Chrissie’s shock and consternation, as the turned around one of the clothes racks, she came face to face with her mother. For a few brief seconds they stared at each other without speaking; Anne Beaumont because she knew not to talk to work slaves and Chrissie because she dare not say a word in front of her owner. “Kristi...” Anne blurted out before Haim tugged his partner’s hand and pulled her away. Chrissie blushed deeply knowing the whip and strap bruises covering the front of her body showed clearly through her smock and her mother would see her back and arse as she moved away. No doubt her father would hear about them later. Unsurprisingly after the pain she’d been through because of him, she didn’t really care and had almost cast him out as being her father in a similar way to his disposing of her. Pieter, not wanting a confrontation with a customer, quickly moved on.

“I estimate it will take three nights unless I come across unforeseen problems, Sir,” Hamish stated, “We can screen the area off during the day and put a safety notice up and we’ll need the electrician on the third night if that is alright with you, Sir.”

“Please don’t hit me Haim, I’m still sore from all the other beatings.”

“I have to Chrissie, you know that. If I don’t, Sparky will complain to Jason and then it will be a dose of the strap and not my hand.”

Chrissie knew that to be true especially as Sparky still treated her as an arrogant brat and did all he could to upset and denigrate her. It started on the first night when he had to remove a power socket before they could take down the old display arrangement and when he’d done that demanded, “Haim, we all know the bitch isn’t really much use to you so let me bend her over that box and give her arse a good fucking, that’s what you really keep her for.” After a short argument, Haim refused and when Sparky came on the third evening, he again tried, without success, to fuck her. By then the fourteen hour shifts she worked and the physical effort needed to move the old display and erect the new one, had taken their toll on her strength.

“Sit on the floor and paint over those bare places where the remains of old display still show. Take your time and don’t splash the paint everywhere.” That she did without a problem but failed to put the lid on the paint properly and when Sparky pulled a cable through, a loop caught the container and splashed paint on the floor. Not much and being water based, she easily cleaned it up, but it raised Sparky’s temper and he demanded that she be thrashed for such incompetence.

“Later, I need her help to get this done before opening time and don’t want her bawling her eyes out and stopping both of us working,” Haim countered, “I’ll do it after breakfast.”

As usual, Jason had saved food for them and this morning, they’d worked till ten o’clock to complete the job and both were very tired. “I hear you’ve got another hiding coming,” Jason remarked as he passed her plate.

“Just a spanking, for a minor error that Sparky wants blown up to a major incident,” Haim played the situation down but did give her bottom a spanking hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Shortly afterwards, they slept until well into the afternoon.

Sold

“Look at me Slave Chrissie.” Quaking, nervous and kneeling in front of her master’s desk having been summoned to his office alone for the first time since she arrived, Chrissie raised her head. “You have been here almost a month and I have to decide whether or not to sell you back to Mr. Beaumont and to put a price on your worth.” She remained silent wondering which would be the better option. At her old home they had only four slaves, Boscoe nominally in charge of the others, Trudy the middle-aged woman cook, Dora a maid who hated Kristi and Tom, a gardener, none of whom she liked and whom could be expected to make her life hell after the way she’d treated them in the past. At the Sermenti’s there were two-dozen slaves that could divert attention from her and after a month, much of the initial hostility to her had died down.

“I expected to train you as a sales girl but while you now acquiesce to our demands, you do not have the personality customers expect from staff at this establishment. Since we dealt with your behavioural problems after you first arrived, I understand Slave Hamish has only spanked you twice and Jason strapped you once for a minor slip. Slave Hamish speaks highly of you and I have noticed you work quite willingly with him, but I’m sure any other slave could replace you except perhaps in Hamish’s arms. You’ve performed well enough when we’ve taken you to bed but without the enthusiasm of the other girls. All in all, this makes you of no particular value to me.” He paused to let the implications sink in. “Hamish pointed out that you have been on two outside jobs with him and performed well and not caused any problems with the customers so that is a point in your favour. As you may know, Hamish is now a voluntary slave and could leave my service if he gives a month’s notice but as yet, he hasn’t sufficient funds.” She didn’t know this but wasn’t given time or the opportunity to question it. “Yesterday I had luncheon with Arthur Beaumont and his wife to discus terms and found him reluctant to take you back and he thoroughly enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere now existing at home and welcomed the increase in his bank balance.” Throughout the conversation she noticed he never referred to them as her father and mother. “However, Anne tried to persuade him to do so especially after she saw the state your body during her visit. I pointed out that almost all the bruising had gone that I was dealing with the man of the house and his woman should remain in the background. I’m sure she still influenced his decision but we began to negotiate and if we can agree terms, it will be for a trial term of one month, as here, with a further payment to me if he keeps you. You may go back to work now but be prepared to leave in two days if the agreement goes through.” Pieter abruptly dismissed her.

“What did he mean about you being a voluntary slave?” Chrissie demanded when she returned to help Hamish put up shelves in the storeroom and related her ‘interview’ with the master.

“It means that my stay here is now voluntary as I’ve served the time I agreed to stay to pay for my debt to Mister Sermenti. When I left college I went into business on my own and for a time it worked out okay. I did several jobs for Mister Sermenti and he was pleased with my work. I would have been all right had I not undertaken a large job with a firm that went bust and left me with a large debt, a debt I couldn’t pay. Mister Sermenti agreed to cover my debt provided I worked as a slave for him for 12 months with the option of becoming a voluntary slave thereafter. My slavery finished 10 months ago and I can now leave provided I give one month’s notice. For the last 10 months I have been paid a nominal wage so I’m not really a slave and the outside work that we’ve done half of the profit goes to me and half to Mister Sermenti. At the moment I do not have enough money in hand to start up my own again and being here I get fed and housed, albeit not to a high standard, but at least now I have a girl to fuck,” he grinned at Chrissie.

“Not for much longer,” Chrissie said sadly. In the short time since the news of her impending sale to her father Christie is evaluated and a possible life at her old home. The four slaves would undoubtedly wish to take their revenge on her for her past misdemeanours. Her father would too. She suspected the beatings she’d receive would be more frequent, if less severe than the ones she received a month ago.

“Slave Boscoe, send Slave Chrissie to me at 2 p.m. this afternoon.”

“But ma'am, the master said…”

Anne Beaumont gave the man a withering look, “Sorry ma'am…”

“And make sure you refrain from using the strap because I have no wish to hear her blubbering and whimpering the whole afternoon.”

“As you wish ma'am.”

Naked, Chrissie entered the bedroom of the woman who until recently she acknowledged as her mother, knelt with bowed head as she had been taught, and waited with much trepidation, for her mistress’s command. “Stand up Kristi, let me have a good look at you.” She did, slightly puzzled over her mother’s use of her old name, and turned around when ordered. “Kristi, you’ve been here nearly two weeks and your body is in a far worse condition that when you arrived and you seem completely exhausted and miserable. I know the other slaves have been taking their revenge on you and your father has made sure you were made to work hard under their direction but being a slave here shouldn’t be this bad. As you know, I don’t have much influence with him at the moment but I will see what can be done to ease the situation. Get into bed and I’ll join you when I’ve undressed and if any of the slaves pop in on one pretext or another, put your lips to my breasts and pretend we’re making love. Under the bedclothes I can talk with you without being overheard. I’m sure Arthur has instructed the slaves to spy on us.”

Indeed life for Slave Chrissie was far worse at her former home than her final two weeks with Haim. Head Slave Boscoe never allowed more than six strokes of the strap at a time but for one excuse or another, they strapped her more frequently and the work they forced her to do was arduous and demeaning.

Slowly and tearfully, Anne learned of her daughter’s life as a slave at the Sermenti’s and since being bought back by her father. “I think the master,” (she didn’t dare call him ‘Daddy’) “only wanted to get his revenge for the problems I caused him and to fuck me a few times. He doesn’t even want to do that now and just leaves Slave Boscoe and the others, to do what they will with me.”

“What you may not know because of his secretive nature where his emotions are concerned, is that he wanted a boy. When I became pregnant he immediately made plans for the boy’s education and role in the household and even when the first tests suggested the baby might be a girl, he insisted the tests were not always right. When further tests confirmed I would have a baby girl, he seemingly lost interest but didn’t shirk his responsibilities in providing for you. However, when you started high school and began demanding more and better and more expensive items, and railed against him if he refused, he retreated into his shell and must have planned selling you for a long while before the actual sale. I knew nothing of this until the night of the sale.”

“You could have told me when I came down that morning.”

“It wouldn’t have made any difference and I’d have been punished too. He wanted you out of the house and was more than pleased for that month you were away at not having the worry of your tantrums and financial burden, as he put it, of you but the worry has returned again, although not to the same extent. He wants to sell you back to Pieter Sermenti but he’s not too keen to buy because you didn’t fulfill the work role he intended for you and any of the other slaves can do the work you did. He might take you back if the price is low enough or Arthur might sell you on the open market...”

“Are you ready for tea Ma’am?” Dora, one of the household slaves interrupted.

“No thank you, Dora, I’ll ring when I’m ready and I wish to play with the new slave a little longer.”

Kristi lifted her face from her mother’s tits and expressed her shock that she might be sold to another buyer or even at an open auction and taken away to an unknown destination. “I know dear, I didn’t agree with you being sold in the first place but your father decided your behaviour had gone too far and these days, a woman doesn’t have much say in things. I’ll do what I can to persuade him to either keep you or sell you back to Sermenti’s where you seem to be cared from by Slave Haim but he doesn’t have to heed anything I say.”

“That’s enough Slave Dora. Refrain from using the strap and do all you can to heal the bruises because I may well decide to put her on the auction block shortly.” A week had passed since her conversation with the mistress and for Slave Chrissie, little had changed. Her daily beatings, the constant pain and rapes by the two male slaves had so lowered her morale that she longed for death to end it all but the slaves knew not to give her that opportunity. “Wash her and treat her welts and try to improve her appearance for she’s suffered enough for her earlier misdeeds and I need to get the best price for her.” Reluctantly Dora took her to the shower and afterwards applied salve to her welts, but although banned from using the strap, the house slaves did little to ease her workload and, although the bruises faded, her appearance many would have put her age several times higher than her fifteen years.

“Your mother...sorry, my wife has persuaded me to try and sell you back to Mr. Sermenti but in the state you are in, I’ll be lucky to sell you to anyone or even give you away. Has not slave Boscoe and the others treated you with proper care to regain some of your former appearance as I instructed them? I’ve arranged to take you to see him tomorrow and you look far worse now than when you came. You can hardly stand and hobble along like an elderly lady.”

“They’ve stopped using the strap but that’s all, Sir. I’m made to work on the most difficult tasks they can find and for long hours from early morning till late and I only get a part portion of the food, Sir. Slave Boscoe and slave Dora really hate me Sir, and the others go along with them. Will I get another whipping if Mr. Sermenti buys me?”

Ignoring her question, Arthur Beaumont pushed a button on his desk and when Dora appeared he ordered, “Bring the other three slaves here immediately.”

She looked at askance at her owner and wondered at his abrupt tone and guessing it concerned their treatment of Chrissie and wanted to gain a little time, replied, “They’re all working Sir.”

“Get them. Now.”

His voice returned to its normal soft tones when the all stood before him and he questioned them as to why his orders to treat Chrissie and to heal her body ready for sale. After listening to their excuses, he quietly announced, “I will arrange for the slave wardens to come tomorrow and take you to the punishment hall where Boscoe and Dora you will receive fifty lashes and the other two, will get twenty-five for disobeying my instructions. Instead of slave Chrissie being worth a reasonable amount, she is almost worthless and in fact, I may have to keep her. I’ve been lenient with you but your disobedience has cost me money and your hides will suffer for it. Now get back to your duties.”

Chrissie worried that they would exact further retribution but Arthur forestalled that. “I’ll ask Anne to see after you until we know if the Sermenti’s will buy you and if they don’t, until you go for auction.”

Humiliated, Chrissie knelt in a corner of Pieter Sermenti’s office while he and her father haggled over her value, an already low value lowered further when she’d been sick on arrival. Her mother, foolishly, gave her a rich, strength building breakfast and that after having little food for a month combined with the prospect of another welcoming whipping, forced her to dash to the toilet soon after her arrival. “I feel you should pay me to take her, Arthur, she obviously will be useless for several weeks and if you keep her, you’ll have problems at home with your other slaves. I suggest a free transfer.” A reluctant agreement for 25 credits came only after they’d examined her closely several times and asked her to do several tasks.

Her father left and Pieter summoned Haim. “I bought her for you Haimish for only 25 credits and I’m sure you can afford that. She’ll be on my books until the end of the month and when she’s recovered enough, she help you here until you become a free man again. You will of course, honour your contract to work for us as and when we need you and after the end of the month, pay for your slave’s food and welfare.”

Bewildered at the conversation between the two men, Chrissie cried and then felt sick again. Haim followed her into the toilet, gave her a gentle hug and kiss and whispered, “Welcome back slave Chrissie, welcome my number one slave. I’ll welcome you properly in bed tonight but I’m a slave for another twenty-seven days and have work to do. You can either rest of come and watch me work.”

“I’ll come with you and help if I can. I feel better now the threat of another whipping is gone.”

“Maybe a pussy-whipping with my prick is in order for later,” Haim laughed and even Chrissie tried to smile as she thought of the whipping Boscoe and the others would be getting at this time.

Finis