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Shannon’s Decent into Slavery
By Rasputtin Szczepanski
Chapter 3
The next night, Tom took it slow with her. She had logged on as soon as she got home from school.
He started the conversation with “Did you think about how you are slave while you were at school?”
The heat began to rise, her face flushing, her body heating up. “Yes Sir.”
“Exciting, isn’t it?” he asked.
“Yes Sir.”
“Good girl. Go ahead and get naked. Remember that you should always be naked if you are home alone. Don’t let me tell you again.”
Shannon got up and remembered to turn up the heat. She was cold the night before. Still, she removed all her clothes except for her thick slippers which she left on her feet. She loved this game.
“How do you like being a slave, being owned by me?”
“I like it,” Shannon said, unsure, and still shy.
“It turns you on?” he asked.
“Yes Sir.”
“Do you know why?”
“No Sir.”
“I’m going to tell you,” he said. “Because you are a true slave. Your body and mind are developed to be a slave. I’m going to help you realize that. Your holes are designed to give men pleasure, your mouth is designed to give men and women pleasure. Girls like you are designed to give pleasure or reproduce and that is all.”
Shannon felt herself quickly becoming excited.
“How well do you get along with your Mom?” Tom asked.
“Not too well. We don’t get along very well.”
“Why not?” Tom asked.
“She’s just mean. She never thinks of me. I’m just in the way. She doesn’t let me do anything. I’m almost an adult. I can think of a million reasons I guess.”
“When is your birthday?”
“Tomorrow!”
Tom laughed. “Really?”
“Yes Sir.”
“So nothing is keeping you there. Did you ever think of running away?”
“Sometimes. I wouldn’t know where to go though.”
“You could always come live with me.”
Shannon smiled, flirting. “Oh?”
“When I was young, I would always feel like running away. I would even write a note saying I was going too, but I never did. It always helped me though, to cope with my feelings. I don’t want you to run away but I’m going to give you a task tonight. I want you to get a piece of paper and a pen.”
“Yes Sir.” Shannon dug around her desk, pulled out a pad of paper and a pen.
“Now, write a runaway letter. Write your Mom, tell her you ran away from home and why.”
“I’m not going to run away though.”
“That’s ok. That’s not the point. Write it right now. It can be short if you want. Write it and then read it to me.”
Shannon spent a few minutes writing her run-away note. She then put the pen down and read it to Tom who was patiently waiting. “Dear Mom. I have determined that I can no longer stand to live here with you. I’ve moved on to make my way in the world so I don’t end up like you. Thanks for nothing. Shannon.”
“Good girl. Now save that in your desk. Whenever you feel angry at your mother, look at it.”
Shannon put it back in her desk and decided that she did feel better writing it even if it did seem a little silly. Tom really did understand her.
“If you are 18, you will be able to do whatever you like. Are you going to finish school?”
“I’m going to try. I’m almost done but it’s hard. I might have to do summer school.”
“You know, the only learning you need is how to please a master. Anything else will just cloud your head. Agreed?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, we wouldn’t send cows or pigs to school. They only have certain purposes. Cows give milk and meat. Slave provide pleasure and breed. Although some are trained to give milk too.”
Shannon’s face was flushed. “What do you mean, give milk?”
“I want you to play with your nipples now while I talk. Squeeze them softly with your fingers. Now roll them…now pull them out. Some girls are either bred or given hormones so that their breast produce milk. Then they are milked like a cow.”
Shannon tugged at her nipples.
“Breasts are good for many things. Pinch your nipples harder now…now harder. Now rub them softly. You have very nice breast. If it wasn’t for your breast, I would have no idea you were 18. You look much younger. Now, tug one nipple, pretend someone is milking you. Let go of your right breast and use that hand to touch yourself.”
Shannon couldn’t believe how hot he could get her. She was soaked. Tom continued. “Keep tugging on that nipple. Stretch it out, and then let it go. I bet that cunt of yours is wet.”
Shannon nodded.
“Good girl. Slaves in some countries provide milk because they are poor and consider human milk a delicacy. Only in America do we deride something beautiful. Keep pulling on that teat. Pretend it’s me pulling on it, that it’s my fingers in you. Do you want to cum?”
Shannon nodded.
“Then ask permission to cum but when you cum I want you to pull hard on your teat. Harder than you ever pulled before.”
Shannon was breathing hard and had a hard time getting the words out. “Sir, can I cum?”
“You may.”
Shannon gasped, and then whimpered as she crunched forward, her hand pulling on her nipple. She cried out as she came. She exploded. The orgasm rushed over her and she pulled harder on the nipple than she meant to. The pain was exquisite and rode her orgasm to a place that she never felt before.
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