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By Rasputtin Szczepanski
Chapter 7
The ride to Tom’s home was only about three hours. For Shannon though, it seemed like forever in the cramped space she was entombed in. She could intimately feel each bump in the road. It would rattle her teeth if some giant rubber ball gag wasn’t wedged between them. Sometimes she panicked and felt like she couldn’t breathe. She had difficulty breathing around the gag and worried about her nose suddenly closing up. She willed herself to remain calm but she couldn’t stop her crying.
It was still in the middle of the night when they arrived. The RV stopped, the engine turned off, and it was suddenly very quiet. Shannon heard the door open and then the latch on the compartment being slid open. Tom took her out from out of the compartment, unhooked her and told her to pee again.
Afterwards, he hooked her bracelets back together and placed her back in the bag. One important thing Tom had learned in his years in slavery was that the hood being used in blinding the slave was essential in subduing and keeping the slave from panicking or striking out. It didn’t always work, in which case Tom had a bottle of chloroform hidden as a bottle of vinegar in his pantry.
Shannon was docile and quiet. Her body, soft and alluring, and was causing Tom’s cock to nearly burst out of his pants in anticipation.
He carried her in and took her down into his basement, a room hidden by a trap door hidden under a rug. When not in use, he hid it under his couch. He switched a light, closed the door behind him and headed down the stairs.
His heart was pounding, if he didn’t beat off several times before taking her, he would have cum in his pants by now. He placed the bag on the floor and unzipped it. He unhooked her ankle bracelet and grabbed her arm, pulling her up. He picked her up and laid her on a padded table. With each slave he sold, he used part of the proceeds to purchase some equipment for his dungeon. The padded table was his first item for his dungeon and he created it himself.
She started squirming a bit, trying to break free but she was weak from her journey. He attached each wrist to a corner eye socket. Her legs and the edge of her ass were hanging over the edge. He pushed her knees up and then hooked each ankle to a corner of the table. He had adjusted the table so that it was perfectly suited for her height. With a big grin, he patted her spread open pussy. He ran his hand through the soft pubic hairs, rubbing the mound with his palm. There was nothing that felt better in the world. It was still young and relatively untouched. He rubbed the lips with his thumb and pried them apart. She was pink and glistening inside. Good, he thought.
Running his finger up the labia and over the hood that covered her clit he thought how many believed this was what it was all about. This is what drove men to subdue and conquer women, the beauty and power of the cunt. The feeling of sticking a cock in one drove men to madness. It made it worth more than gold. He ran his hand up her belly and over her soft breast. For him, it was more. It was her mind, it was the breaking her in, getting her to accept her fate as a slave. She was like a wild horse, not knowing her fate was to serve. His cock throbbed at the thought, a drop of pre-cum dripped from the tip. For some women, the realization doesn’t come until later in life. He rubbed a nipple and watched it respond. This one would get to know early.
Once she was secure he unlocked her collar and removed her gag and hood. “Now, if you scream, no one will hear you and I will punish you,” he stated flatly. Shannon’s hair was messed up and her eyes were red from crying. She looked around fearfully, seeing that she was in a dimly lit dungeon pushed her sanity over and she screamed. Tom pushed the gag back in her mouth as she violently shook back and forth. He strapped the gag around her head, turned around and slowly walked to a wall.
She tried screaming into the gag again as she watched him. He went to what looked like a wooden board hanging on the wall to hang tools. Various tools were hanging from hooks. He pulled off a long leather strap with a handle, returned to her and swiftly slapped her across her breast with the wide leather strap. She screamed again and he brutally slapped the other breast, leaving dark red patches where the leather met the white skin.
“You scream, I punish you,” he calmly stated again. He emphasized his words by grabbing her chin and squeezing it.
He looked down at her helpless and struggling body. He couldn’t wait anymore. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his erect cock and walked around to between her legs. Her grabbed a leg and aimed the tip of his cock onto her pussy. He pushed into her slowly, and was surprised to feel her hotter and wetter than he imagined. He pushed in as deep as he could and held himself there. The lips were swollen and pulled up tight around the base of his cock. He looked down at it and his cock throbbed inside of her. She was tight. Her cunt felt like a tight leather glove gripped around his cock.
He reached up and rubbed one of the freshly punished breasts. He knew that slap was like nothing she ever gave herself, a pain that she probably not felt before. He admired the soft flesh and took pleasure that it was finally his. He slowly pulled his cock out and then pushed back in. “This is what you were made for slave,” he said with calm, chilling softness. “This is your whole purpose in life.”
It only took a few strokes before he couldn’t help himself. He pulled out and rubbed his cock on the top of her pussy, his cock splitting her lips like a hot dog in a bun, and came forcibly on her belly. Shannon looked down the best she could, seeing the semen spurt out of his cock, thicker than the dogs. He moaned, pushed against her, squeezing his cock of all its juice.
He liked nothing better than to cum bare back into a warm vagina, but he hadn’t set up a sale for this one yet. He didn’t know if she took birth control pills or not. He never minded knocking them up, but if the buyers found out she was pregnant, the price would go down considerably. Worse, they could find out she was pregnant after the sale and it would ruin his reputation as a slave trader. A lesson he had learned the hard way.
Shannon saw and felt the cock push against her clitoris. She tried not to moan but the fact was that her first sex with a man felt amazing. She could feel his cock shudder as he ejaculated onto her belly. She could feel the warm slime and it excited her.
Tom rested for a moment, gave his cock a last squeeze, and then tucked his cock back in his pants. He moved around the table. “If you scream, the gag will go in and it will remain there permanently. There isn’t anyone that can hear you down here anyway, but this begins your training. You are only to scream when your Master wants you to.” She looked up at him as he leaned down and unhooked the gag then placed it on the table next to her head.
He reattached the collar and locked it. “This symbolizes that you are a slave,” he said. “You will wear one always for the rest of your life.”
He left the room but left on the lights so she could soak in her surroundings.
It got very quiet after Tom left. She looked around. In the corner there was what looked like a jail cell, with a toilet behind the bars. The door was swung open. Inside the cell was a big dog cage with a bunch of blankets inside. She wondered if Tom had dogs and if he had in mind the dog rape that he tricked her into online.
On the back wall, there was a big board with an assortment of whips, belts, and toys hanging neatly. In another corner was a wooden horse frame and a series of chains hanging above it. On the other wall was a big wooden wheel, set at an angle with straps set in it for what she assumed was ankles and wrist. Under the stairs was a small alcove that looked like it had a shower and a sink.
She laid on the padded table, listening to herself breathe, her heart beat. Occasionally she could hear footsteps above, creaking on the wooden planks of the ceiling. She lost track of time. Eventually she heard the door open. Master Tom came down the stairs carrying a dog bowl. This time he was completely naked, except for some slippers.
Oh, he does have a dog, she thought. He opened the dog cage and placed the bowl inside. He then walked to the wall with the whips and pulled off a cat-o-nine tails. He reached into a bag hanging from the board and pulled out two plastic clothes pins from a net bag. He came to her, put down the pins next to her and ran his free hand up and down her body, pausing at the breast, playing with them, studying them. His hand was hard and calloused compared to her soft skin. She watched his cock swell and grow erect.
“Time to use you again. We’ll do this several more times tonight, then we’ll start your training in full force tomorrow.” He pinched her nipple. “Did it like getting used?” Shannon stared at him, unsure what to say. He pulled savagely on the nipple, twisting it. She cried out and pulled against her bonds. “Did it like getting used?” he repeated, this time more louder.
“I don’t know,” she croaked pitifully.
Tom stepped back and then brought the whip down onto Shannon’s breast. “I don’t know what?”
“I don’t know, sir!”
He reached down and shoved two fingers into her sex. She was wet and warm again, another good sign. “Your body seems to know.” He pushed his fingers in and out of her, slowly spreading her. “Now, you will know two things, rewards and punishments because that is how you train an animal.” His slowly pushed his fingers in and out of her, then slowly over the hood covering her clit. He could see the reaction on her face. “Eventually you will learn that the greatest pleasure is derived from the pleasure you give your master.”
He laid down the whip and took a plastic clothes pin out of his pocket. He tugged on her nipple softly, making sure it was hard and erect then clamped the pin on. She whimpered. He did the same to the other nipple, then put his fingers back in her and slowly massaged her from the inside. “Those hurt, don’t they?” He looked at her directly, so she would know he expected an answer.
“Yes sir.”
“Good girl. You will learn that taking pain is pleasure. Pleasure for yourself and for your master. A pain slut is one of the best slaves a man can own.” He slowly fucked her with his finger. He moved around so that his crotch was closer to her head. The table was set up so that the head was on a separate extension of the table, allowing him to get close to her lips. Still, she wasn’t short enough for him to finger fuck her and still use her mouth, so he went to a dresser in the side of the room. He pulled out a large vibrator with a round head and turned it on. He came back, reached down with the vibrator and pushed it onto her pussy. Now he had the reach to stand next to her head.
His cock bobbed over her forehead. He turned on the vibrator, pressing it against her mound. It buzzed and vibrated and she moaned in response. He looked down at her, his head cocked. She is not yet tamed, he thought. There is still hate and fight in her. He turned off the vibrator and set it down. Her put his hand around her throat and squeezed. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I own you. You are nothing but a piece of meat to me.” He squeezed harder on her throat. “I can snuff you out at any time and no one would care. No one would ever know.” She was starting to struggle. “So, when I put my cock in your mouth, if you bite it that will be the last thing you do. Understand?” He let go and she gasped for air. “Understand?” he yelled.
“Yes sir.”
“Good girl.” He turned the vibrator back on and put it between her legs. He took his cock and put it at her lips. “Kiss it.”
She kissed it the thick puffy head that he placed at her lips.
“Lick it,” he ordered. She obeyed. Her hips tried pushing up to the vibrator. It felt so good to her. She didn’t want it too but it was unlike anything she ever felt before.
“Don’t cum girl, unless I tell you too.” He pushed the tip of his cock into her mouth. She could taste the pre-cum at the tip. “Suck on it.”
She obediently pursed her lips and sucked it. He pushed a little deeper then slid back slowly. He pushed it in and began to slowly fuck her mouth. “Make your mouth like a pussy, don’t let your teeth touch my cock.” He was amazed how quickly she got the hang of it, using her tongue to cover her teeth. He grabbed a fist full of hair and began to slide deeper into her mouth, searching for her gag depth. She was whimpering around his cock, her hips were pushing up, seeking the vibrator. Her juices were coating the vibrator. He pushed deep and felt her gag. He pulled back and then began to fuck her mouth. Her gripped her hair painfully and growled “Swallow all of it, cunt.”
He let go of her head and slapped the clothes pin on her nipple hard, snapping it off. She cried out. He did the same to the other one. He then held her head as his jism spurted out to the back of her throat. She swallowed the first load but the feeling of the pulsating cock in her mouth triggered her own orgasm. She cried out, shaking and the second squirt rolled out of her mouth and down her chin. Realizing that she had cum early, he dropped the vibrator and held her head with both hands, moaning himself as he cock erupted in her mouth. He shook her head “Swallow!”
Both slowly came down from their orgasms. He shuddered, squeezed the last drop out of his cock into her mouth then pulled out. “You didn’t ask permission to cum, slave.”
“I’m sorry master,” she whispered.
Tom smiled. She was learning quickly. “Too late to be sorry.”
As he undid her straps, he spoke to her. “You need to learn control. You do not have the right to cum. I own your cunt. I say when it can cum.”
He pulled her up and hooked her wrist bands to a chain coming from the ceiling at the side of the room. He left her on her knees as he went to the winch on the wall and then began to pull her up. The winch creaked as it pulled the rope up. Her arms rose above her head until she was on her tip toes.
He walked back to the board, putting away the whip and grabbing a more traditional whip. Her eyes were wide as she watched him walk back. “This one takes a bit more skill. You will learn not to make that mistake again.”
“Please, I won’t! I’m sorry,” she pleaded.
“Oh, you’re sorry that you are such a disobedient little slut?”
He swung the whip and it cracked against her front side, licking a breast, leaving a red line. She cried out.
“How many times do you think you need to be whipped?”
She shook her head. “Please, oh God. Don’t…”
He raised the whip and cracked it again, aiming for her pussy, but the whip made a red line across her belly. He was careful not to draw blood. If he cracked it too hard, it would cut the skin. He tried not to smile as he thought about how she must have fantasized about this and how different the reality must have been for her. His flaccid cock began to harden again.
“Oh, now you are going to tell me what to do?” He cracked the whip again, his aim truer than his last. She screamed and began to sob.
He began to crack the whip several times, and succeeding in hitting her sex on a few. She was sobbing hysterically, swinging, doing anything to get out of the pain. His cock was rock hard. He loosened the chain a bit so she was flat footed and could bend down. She hung from the chain, crying.
He walked behind her and cracked the whip at her ass. This time it was hard enough to leave a dark red mark. She screamed again. The pain was like a hot iron being laid across her backside. It was a pain worse than anything she’s ever felt before. He threw the whip down, grabbed a fist full of hair, pulling her head back, her mouth hanging open, he positioned himself behind her, slid his cock between her legs and into her pussy.
He moaned, loving how tight she was. He held her head up as he fucked her furiously. He didn’t last long and quickly pulled out and came on her ass.
Satisfied he went back to the winch and pulled it back up again so that she was standing. “I’ll leave you like this so you can think about what you did wrong and what you will do to make up for it tomorrow.”
Shannon watched him leave up the stairs. The last thing she saw was him turning off the light.
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