Brooke looked so cute standing there in her cheerleading outfit. The look on her face was total fear. He was not supposed to be here.

“Sir, what are you doing here,” she whispered, her eyes darting all around the deserted hallway of her high school. They weren’t far from the packed gym where the boys basketball team was about to play. Brooke was one of the head cheerleaders and would soon be there in front of the crowd. Out there she was an alpha girl, queen of the school. But here in the hallway, she was just a slave, his slave, and she was desperate that her worlds not collide.

“Brookie, you know better than to ask me that,” he said, softly but firmly. His eyes roamed up and down her body, drinking her in. “Lift your skirt.”

Brooke’s eyes got wide. She never thought that he would order her to do this here, not in the school she attended, where she was one of the most popular girls in the senior class. But she knew, without question, that she would comply.

“Please Sir, I have to go and cheer,” she begged.

“Fine,” he said. “But if you leave without following my direction, we are done.”

The two stood there, at a key moment in their relationship. Obviously if she walked away, they were done. But if she complied, she was totally his.

With her eyes looking around desperately, Brooke reached down, grabbed the hem of her cheer skirt and lifted it up so that her bloomers were on display.

Jack smiled. He knew he had her now.

Brooke was the youngest slave Jack had ever had having just turned 18.

It had started innocently enough. Brooke and her mom lived across the hall of their apartment building. Jack’s apartment was actually three apartments combined while Brooke and her mom lived in a one bedroom unit.

Jack was wealthy and had the luxury of working from home. That meant that many residents in his building asked him to sign for packages, etc. It was never a problem…Jack had created a world where he rarely wanted to leave. His apartment was a male-dream-come-true. The living room featured a 70-inch flat screen TV, a pinball machine, a smaller TV unit with all of the video consoles attached plus an area where he could play music and record. That was only doable because his walls were sound proof but that wasn’t because of the music.

Jack had very unusual sexual preferences. He liked to be Master and, because of his wealth, he never had a shortage of women willing to act as his slave. Beyond the living room, just away from view of the door, laid a room where he fulfilled his sexual fantasies. There were ropes, chains, whips and other assorted bondage items, including cages and other restraining devices. He could be torturing his slave in that room and then answer the door and no one would be the wiser. In fact, he often left his slave hanging in the other room and did business in the living room and no one ever knew.

Jack met Brooke one afternoon when she knocked on his door. He had to be honest that he had not really noticed her before. Brooke and her mom had just moved into the building a few weeks back. Just that morning, Anne, Brooke’s mom, had knocked on his door, begging him to sign for a package. Being the good neighbor, he agreed. Of course, Anne’s trim figure and long blonde hair was also a factor. He wondered how long it would take to make her his. For most women, it didn’t take long. Sizing up Anne, Jack figured he would have her in less than two weeks if he wanted.

When the knock came on the door, Jack had just finished a violent fucking of his latest slave, Holly. She was a woman who came to his apartment a few months ago to sell him phone equipment for his “company.” Within a week, she was naked and on her knees in his living room, giving him oral sex. Now she willingly allowed herself to be hung by her wrists and whipped before being fucked repeatedly. There was no denying that the woman seemed to love it and especially loved the money that Jack inevitably handed her as she left, her dignity gone but her wallet fatter.

Jack had installed a device to allow him to hear any knocking on his door even in the soundproof room. He saw the vision of a young beauty, no more than 17 or 18 he thought, waiting. Pushing the intercom, he asked her to wait a minute, and he quickly cleaned himself up and dressed, leaving Holly hanging there, welts raising on her poor skin, his cum leaking out of her.

“Be right back honey, don’t go away,” he said sarcastically as he walked out the door.

He answered the door and was stunned by the girl in front of him. She wore a tight red t-shirt that read “Creekside HS Cheer Team” with a megaphone that contained the letter “CHS” on it. Her denim skirt dropped to mid-thigh and she wore white sneaks on her feet. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail.

“Hello, what can I do for you,” he asked.

“I’m here to pick up a package,” she said, hesitatingly. He would have thought that she would be assertive but her body language changed when he answered the door. Then he looked in her eyes and knew…she was a submissive and was naturally responding to his authority. It was amazing how nature worked that way, he thought.

“Ah yes, for Anne,” Jack said. “Are you her sister? You can’t be her daughter. Anne doesn’t seem old enough to have an adult daughter.”

The girl laughed. “I’m her daughter, Brooke,” she said sweetly. He put his hand out and she took it. He thought she shivered a bit when they touched.

“Hi Brooke, I’m Jack.”

The two looked at one another. “Um, do you want to come in,” Jack asked. “The package is in the kitchen.”

Jack could tell that she was hesitating. Years of warnings about strange men were flooding back to her. “You don’t have to,” he said. “I know all about stranger danger.”

Again she laughed, an intoxicating sound to the man. He rarely went after young girls, choosing not to get involved in such messy situations, but this girl was touching him in a strange new place. He thought that he had rarely met a natural submissive. The women he had made into slaves were all older and all wanted something from the relationship (money, stability, pain, etc.). Here, this girl was something different and he wanted to explore it.

He was happy when she entered his living room. He heard her gasp when she saw the room before her.

“Jeez, this is the nicest room I’ve ever seen,” she said.

“Come in and make yourself at home,” he said. “Use the remote for a movie…I have something like 10,000 movies available at one touch. Or go and try the music stage or the video games. Something for everyone. I think I have ADD or something because I go from one thing to the next.”

He went into the kitchen as Brooke sat down on the couch. She found the universal remote and turned the entertainment system on and selected a movie which came to life on the big screen and surround sound. She had selected Twilight, the favorite of all teen girls it seemed. Jack didn’t understand the appeal but he knew that girls seemed to love it.

He took his time in the kitchen, using the time to study the girl who sat in the living room. She was oblivious to his observations. Her face was long and angular. He thought she resembled the models that appeared on the billboards that dotted the cityscape where they lived. Her cheeks had traces of the freckles that had probably once been prominent. Her lips were full and her teeth were white and straight. From the neck up, she was gorgeous.

He could make out the hint of her bra beneath the t-shirt and her breasts seemed hard and tight as any athletic teen should be. Her belly was flat and her legs were long and thin. This girl was the perfect specimen.

He decided to reengage with her, forgetting for a minute the agony he was inflicting upon Holly who still hung there just a few feet away from where Brooke sat.

“Here you go,” Jack said, putting the FedEx box on the coffee table in front of the girl. “You know, I assume you and your mom live alone.” He saw the girl stiffen. “If you ever want a place to hang out, if you’re bored or anything, come on over. You are welcome anytime. There is certainly plenty to do here.”

The girl relaxed a bit. She smiled at him with a genuine look of thanks. “That’s a nice offer, thank you Jack,” she said softly. “Well, I should go.”

“No reason to unless you have to,” he said. “I have to get back to work in the other room. You can finish the movie if you want. No problem for me.”

She looked tentative but sat back down. As she did, he noticed that her legs had spread a bit but not enough for him to glimpse up her skirt. “Thank you, if you don’t mind I will hang here for a little while. Mind if I call my mom?”

“Sure, go ahead,” he said as she pulled out a cell phone. As she dialed the phone, he left her, entering his chamber where Holly hung in misery.

“Well, I think I am ready for round two,” he said to the groan of the woman hanging there. He picked up the whip and began his second bout with her while Brooke sat in the other room watching Twilight.

“Remove those and your panties too,” he said sharply. She looked stricken, not believing what he was asking her. In just a few minutes she would be out there cheering in front of a big crowd. Did he really want her to be naked under her skirt?

Without a hesitation though, she reached down and pulled down her bloomers. Her fingers shook and her lips quivered as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pink cotton panties and she pulled the soft fabric down her long legs and over her cheer sneaks. With her skirt pulled up to just above her breasts, she now stood bottomless in her school hallway, her hairless and bare sex on display for anyone who may wander in. Her body shook and she felt like she did during their first sexual encounter two years ago.

Brooke had stayed until the end of that movie and had come again later in the week. Jack played it cool, never making a move and rarely even spending time in the room with Brooke. He wanted her to trust him before he took this any further.

One day, he decided to act, setting a trap. He had given her a key and told her that he would be out for a few days but she could still use his place. He had gone away, leaving Holly naked in a cage in the playroom with just enough water and food to stave off death. Her stay in the apartment would not be as pleasant as Brooke’s.

But Brooke had no idea about the playroom nor Holly’s presence in the apartment. She entered and put a movie on, this one adapted from a book about teens who were actually spawn from the gods. She took off her shoes and curled up on the couch, her legs and feet under her. She was wearing a pink tank top and jean shorts. Her bra strap was visible (it was white) and very dainty.

As Brooke watched the movie, her eyes moved to a magazine on the coffee table. She gasped when she saw the cover, which featured a girl naked and tied to a stool, her wrists tied behind her and her feet to the legs, her sex bare and on full display. Nervously she scooted up and picked up the magazine, fascinated by the image presented there. Her mouth hung open in shock as she saw the girl’s bound breasts which seemed to be ready to burst like overfilled balloons. The sex on display was shaved and the lips were spread because of the ankle restraints. The clitoris was poking out straight and long as if the girl was horny and ready for sex.

To Brooke, the girl looked incredibly naked. There was nothing this girl could do to cover herself. Everything was on display and she was helpless to prevent you from seeing it. The only private part not in view in this photo was her anus.

The teen squirmed in her seat. She felt a stirring in her sex, a rumbling in her stomach. Of course she had felt this before, as any red-blooded girl would. But this was different. This felt like it was calling to her, reaching her in a place that she had never experienced.

Brooke turned the TV off and, dropping the magazine back onto the table, ran back to her apartment. There she slid into her room and fingered herself to a powerful orgasm, imaging herself in the position of the girl on the cover. That night the image would bring itself back to her again and again and she had trouble sleeping. When she awoke the next morning, her panties were soaked through.

Jack walked over and cupped her sex which was dripping. He slid one finger and then another into Brooke’s pussy. Not long ago, this would have caused Brooke to feel full but after their latest encounters, this was easily attained. Jack slid his fingers in and out, an action that caused a squelching to be heard to echo through the hallway. Brooke was humiliated but could not deny how close to orgasm she was.

The fingers were doing their trick and the girl was close to cumming. Just when her legs started to quiver and her moans got shallow, Jack removed his fingers. Brooke cried out in shame and emptiness…she had been so close and continued to hump the air, hoping to finish herself off.

Jack raised his fingers to her nose and wiped them just underneath and in the nostrils, which were now filled with the smell of her sex and arousal.

“I want you to smell pussy the whole time you are out there cheering,” he said. “Do not wipe it off.”

She replied, “yes sir,” praying that he was now done with her.

“On your knees cunt,” he said firmly. She groaned internally but hit the floor, feeling the cold, hard tile under her bare knees.

Brooke could barely wait for her mom to leave before she headed back over to Jack’s apartment. She grabbed the magazine and drank in the image on the cover, burning it into her brain. She then opened it and found more photos and even some stories. She was fascinated by the subject of bondage and discipline and was incredibly turned on.

Every page held new interest for the young girl. She saw girls hogtied, suspended by their wrists or ankles, stretched on a rack and more. One story talked about a girl who met a guy online and became his slave but she would perform the bondage on herself, per his orders. Brooke wondered if she could find someone like that on the computer.

For a second, Brooke wondered if she could borrow this magazine and bring it to her apartment. Would Jack notice? Did he realize he had left this out? Would he be embarrassed that she had found it?

After much thought, she put the magazine in her purse and left the apartment, not even bothering to put on the home theatre. This was much more entertaining to her than anything she could find on TV.

Jack thought that there could not be a sexier sight than a young girl on her knees, waiting to please him. The sight of this cheerleader, her skirt up to reveal a bare vagina, was intoxicating, as was the smell of her arousal that filled the hall.

“Blow me,” he said to her shocked face. She never thought he would force her to do this in such a public place. Still, without a question, she leaned over, undid his pants and pulled his sex out. In one quick movement, she began massaging the shaft with her right hand as her mouth instinctively wrapped itself around the head.

She had become very, very good at this act. In fact, she was a pro now, having been forced to perform this often. She began to take more and more of him into her mouth, lathering the shaft up, her tongue tickling the underside. Jack moaned, giving her a thrill. She loved making him happy, pleasing him. She began bobbing her head up and down in earnest, wanting him to cum. She hoped that would be the end of this encounter and she could get away with not getting caught.

Jack loved how she gave him head. Brooke had been a natural at it and he never failed to finish when she performed on him this way. To have this girl on her knees in her school hallway, her cheer skirt pulled up, was more than he could take.

He was about to burst and he pulled out as he did, spurting all over her pretty face. The girl blinked in surprise but made no effort to move. He always came in copious amounts and soon her face was covered in the thick, creamy liquid.

“Rub it in, like a lotion,” he said. Meekly, the humiliated girl began rubbing the smelly cum into her cheeks and forehead and chin and nose, feeling it blend into her pores. She could smell his masculine scent as she went…that mixed with her own secretions to make her smell like a whore house.

“Good, I want you to smell like sex all night,” he whispered to her as she continued to lather in the sperm on her face. “I want to remind you of what you are, of what is most important to you.”

That day and the next kept Brooke on the edge of horniness. She kept thinking about the magazine, the photos. Her favorite was the cover shot of that girl spread open wide. Many times during the day she would close her eyes and imagine herself in that position, so vulnerable, so open to the touch.

It was after noon when she used her key to enter Jack’s apartment. She was surprised to see him there on the couch. She was even more surprised to see a naked girl on her knees with his penis in her mouth.

“What the heck,” she said, sputtering and backing out the door.

“Stop,” Jack said, not moving. “Come in. Holly here is almost done.”

Brooke stopped instinctively and came closer. She was stunned to see that the girl did not stop her ministrations even though she was now performing for an audience. Brooke was shocked to see the faded whip marks across the girl’s bare back. From the side, Brooke could see the girl’s breasts were nearly purple as they were tied at the base. She winced when she saw it, imaging the awful pain that they must be causing the poor girl.

All of a sudden, Jack groaned and shook, pushing himself deeper down the girl’s throat. She heard the girl gagging but noticed that she did not move, accepting Jack’s movements. Finally the man calmed down and slumped a bit on the couch. The girl kept the penis in her mouth and lovingly sucked on the now deflating organ.

His orgasm done, he pushed the girl off of him. She collapsed on the floor but quickly got back up on her knees. Brooke didn’t know it but the girl had been stuffed into a cage for three days and was happy to be free. The cum that she had swallowed was the first bit of nutrient that she had today after depleting her supply of food during her first three days of captivity.

Jack got to his feet and was zipping up his pants.

“Hello Brooke, sorry about that, just getting reacquainted with my slave after a few days apart,” he said. Holly knelt there, head bowed, eyes down towards the carpet. Her arms were crossed behind her submissively. The bound breasts looked awfully painful. Brooke noticed that the nipples were hard and pointing directly at her. The picture looked very much like the one she saw in the magazine.

“I should go,” she said softly, not taking her eyes off of the kneeling girl.

“Why,” he asked. “Is anything wrong?”

She turned away from the girl and looked at Jack. He was so handsome and his power over Holly was an incredible turn on for Brooke.

“Um, well, this is just too intense for me,” she said.

“Why? You must be into this or you never would have taken the magazine off of the coffee table,” he said matter of factly. Brooke blushed and lowered her face, embarrassed that she had gotten caught.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I just was interested.”

“Don’t be sorry Brooke, it’s normal to be interested in these things,” he said. “You are a young woman and it is natural for women to want to be submissive to men. It’s the order of things.”

Brooke looked up. A part of her was angry…she had been taught that women could do anything and were the equals of men. But, she also knew that she felt very strongly connected to the experiences that she had seen in the magazine and what she was witnessing.

“This is Holly, she is my slave,” Jack said. “Cunt, introduce yourself to Brooke, my neighbor.”

Holly looked up, making eye contact with the girl. “Hello maam, I am Holly, Master’s slave. It is nice to meet you. May I serve you in some way?”

Brooke nervously broke off eye contact with the nude girl and looked down. “Um, no, no thank you.”

Holly dropped her gaze to the floor. Jack went over and clasped a collar around her neck and led her out on all fours into another room. He went in there for a few moments before coming out and closing the door behind him.

“Just needed to get Holly settled,” he said. “Sit down, let’s talk.”

Jack settled into the leather easy chair and put his feet up on the ottoman. Brooke nervously sat down on the couch, getting as far away from Jack as possible without looking rude. She was scared of him right now but oddly drawn to him. He took it as a good sign that she hadn’t run off. He knew that she was now on the hook and he would soon have her.

“So, why did you take that magazine,” he asked. There was nothing threatening in his voice but she knew she would answer him honestly.

“Um, I couldn’t stop thinking about that girl on the cover,” she said nervously.

“What about her?”

Brooke swallowed nervously. “She just seemed so vulnerable, so naked,” she said. “I’ve never seen anything like that.”

“How did it make you feel?”

The girl sat silent. He knew she was too embarrassed to respond.

“You imagined what it would be like to be in her place, didn’t you?”

Brooke nodded wordlessly.

“You ever been restrained?”

The girl shook her head violently, trying to stall the inevitable offer that she knew she would accept. Jack reached under the coffee table and put two leather cuffs on top.

“I can put these on you right now,” he said. “I’ll attach them in front of you and you can sit there demurely. I promise you that I will not try anything at all.”

Brooke looked at him, nervous at what she was feeling.

“You should know that Holly is here willingly,” he said. “If she ever asks to leave, I would immediately release her. But she wants to be here, needs to be here, loves being here. She is a submissive at heart, deep in her being. I suspect that you are as well.”

The girl looked up and met Jack’s gaze. She nodded and moved towards him, putting her wrists together. “I would like to try those cuffs.”

Brooke knelt there still. Her face was covered by his sperm. She smelled him and also her secretions that he had rubbed under her nose. The smell of sex overwhelmed her and filled her pores. It was a vivid reminder of the person she was becoming. Her whole world revolved around sex.

Her eyes darted around the empty hallway. She was desperately afraid of getting caught, of having her true nature revealed to her schoolmates. Thus far Jack had protected her reputation, keeping their encounters private. Obviously he wasn’t keeping it private anymore.

Anyone coming through this hall would be arrested by the sight before him. Brooke knelt, naked from the waist down except for her cheerleading sneakers and socks. Her sex was hairless and bare and on full display here under the harsh florescent lights of the school.

Brooke was a beauty too. She rivaled any model on the magazine covers and was a knockout compared to many of the bondage models out there. Her innocence was such a dichotomy from the scene she was a part of.

Jack put his penis back in his pants and zipped. He went to the corner and retrieved a bag of goodies.

“Tonight Brookie, you will be challenged to keep your secret from the crowd,” he said. “No bloomers, no panties, but I will cover you a bit.”

He pulled out a pair of panties that caused the girl to gasp. Attached to the flimsy fabric were two dildos. The one attached to the backside of the panties was long and thin. The other was shorter but wider.

“The long one goes up your ass, the other one will fill that pussy of yours,” he said menacingly. The girl shuddered at the thought of that thing up her virgin ass.

“Suck on it girl,” he said roughly pushing the object towards her. “For your own good, I would get it good and wet.”

Obediently, Brooke put it in her mouth, repeating the act she had just done to his real thing a few moments ago. After several minutes, he stopped her and took the panties back.

“Now, bend over and touch your toes,” he said. “Time to implant this monster inside you.”

For all intents and purposes, it looked like a normal scene except one thing. The girl sat there with her wrists bound in leather straps.

Jack had calmly attached the cuffs, being careful not to tighten them too much. He then attached them in front as promised and let her be. Brooke went back and sat down stiffly, nervously wondering what would happen.

“Are you uncomfortable Brooke,” he asked. “I can remove your shoes so you can put your feet up.”

The girl nodded and Jack touched her, basically for the very first time. He untied her sneakers and removed them, placing them together under the coffee table. He sat back down as the young girl pulled her feet up underneath her.

“How does it feel,” he asked.

“Nervous,” she said honestly. “I feel like I can’t control what happens to me.”

“Is that a bad thing,” he asked softly. “Perhaps you have too much control in your life.”

Jack knew that being the only child of a single mom forced Brooke to grow up fast. He also knew that her beauty made her very popular at school. That, plus the cheerleading shirt, helped him form several assumptions that may or may not have been true. Time to find out, he thought.

“You have a lot of guys fawning over you, don’t you,” he asked. Blushing, she nodded.

“They don’t give you what you need do they,” he followed. “You need a guy to order you around a little, take control of your relationship. You don’t get that.”

Brooke didn’t answer but he could tell that he had struck a nerve.

“If we are going to do this, we have to establish one thing,” he said. “I need you to look at me when we discuss this.” The girl’s ravishingly blue eyes met his.

“I demand total honesty from my girls,” he said. “If you want to be in a relationship with me, you will always give me total honesty. Is that clear?”

She nodded. “No Brooke, I need you to speak. Is that clear?”

“Yes Sir,” she said. He smiled. She had added the sir without being told.

“Good. In exchange, I will always take care of you. Your needs will be satisfied according to my demands. I will also grant you the right to say no to anything at any time. That will effectively end our relationship but I will never hold you against your will. Is that clear?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Alright. So, I am going to ask you some questions. You will answer them honestly and immediately.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“No Sir.”

“How many?”

“How many what Sir?”

“How many boys have you had sex with Brooke? Don’t play dumb with me. I know you are not a dumb girl.”

“Three Sir.”

“What are their names?”

“John, Zack and Tommy.”

“Did all of them fuck you or did you blow them?”

Brooke looked stricken. It was obvious she had never been spoke to in this way.

“Please don’t try my patience and make me ask again.”

“We had sex Sir and I used my mouth on them a few times.”

“Ah,” he said knowingly. “So, you are pretty much a slut, a high school student who has sucked and fucked three boys already. Shame, shame.”

Tears started to fill Brooke’s eyes at his words but she could not deny the tingling in her sex.

“Well, how did the pictures in that magazine make you feel?”

“I can’t explain it Sir, but I really liked them,” she said. “I wanted to know what those girls felt like.”

“Well, that can be arranged,” he said. Getting to his feet, he came toward her. She flinched but relaxed as he undid the wrist cuffs and let her go free.

“That is enough for today, I am afraid,” he said. “We will continue tomorrow. If you return tomorrow, I will assume that you agree to the terms as I stated them and we can begin your training.” He put his hand out to her and helped her to her feet. He took her sneakers and socks and handed them to her. “See you tomorrow.” Easing her towards the door, he opened it and said his goodbye. Brooke was stunned and a bit confused. She had thought they would start right away.

“But--,” she started.

“Enough Brooke, for now, you have some thinking to do,” he said. “Go home and decide what you want. Be here tomorrow with your answer.”

Obediently, Brooke bent over in half, her hair touching the floor and covering her feet. This had the effect of exposing her beautiful, smooth ass to anyone who might wander down the hallway.

Jack drank in the view of Brooke’s upturned bottom, with the lips of her sex peeking through the gap from behind. In his opinion, this was the sexiest view of a woman that he could imagine.

He took the large dildo and positioned it at the anal entrance. He had secretly lubed up the plastic shaft, not wanting to damage the girl but he didn’t let her know that. He wanted her scared of what was to come. Still, even lubed, this monster would stretch her to the point of discomfort.

He slid the bulb at the end into her, stretching her anus. The girl gasped but did not release her hands from ankles as commanded. She drew in a deep breath.

“Expel, like you are taking a shit,” he said quietly but effectively. The girl grimaced at the image but did as instructed. This had the desired effect as the plastic slid in further. The two continued this for a few minutes, Jack letting her get used to each inch as it went in before going further.

Finally, with the girl groaning at the intrusion, the monster was in to the hilt.

“You may get up Brookie,” he said. She stood, revealing her tear-stained face and red cheeks from being upside down. “Now, I can finish dressing you for the game.”

Brooke groaned. That meant he intended to have her wear this awful contraption during the game. In some ways, she guessed it was better than being bottomless under her skirt but she had no idea how she would go about cheering in this.

He moved in front of her and brought the fabric up between her legs. The vaginal dildo was at an angle and it slid easily into her dripping wet sex. He then attached the two flaps with buttons at her hips.

Brooke could not believe the feeling. She was so full and every movement caused her to feel things that she never had. Her entire being was focused on her sex and ass.

The panties barely covered her lips and did nothing to hide her ass from view. Any somersaults (which Brooke thought might be impossible with these panties on) would show way more that she wanted.

“You may pull your skirt down,” he said. She did so gratefully.

The night seemed to drag on forever. Brooke could think of nothing but Holly and how sexy the whole thing seemed. She imagined being Holly and remembered what it felt like when she had worn the cuffs and sat there barefoot. She could not even fathom being Holly but she tried to put herself in the girl’s position. What must that feel like, to be treated as a sex object, nothing more? How was it to be totally submissive, a slave to the desires of a man?

Brooke had always had the upper hand with boys. She was a cheerleader, pretty and popular. Boys at her school drooled over her and would do anything to be with her. She rarely stayed with boys for long periods of time…she never felt anything with them. They groped her every chance they had and were inelegant about it. She hated their adolescent grabs and the fact that they never treated her the way she needed.

The girl had wondered if she would ever find fulfillment with a boy. She wondered if Holly felt fulfilled being Jack’s slave. She knew that she had to find out, to give herself completely to Jack. There was no other way for her to find out.

That morning, her mother left for work at normal time and Brooke ran for the door. She found a note attached.

“Do not use your key today. If you are interested in what I proposed, please knock and then kneel.”

Brooke put the key down. Looking down the hallway of the apartment complex and seeing no one, she knocked quickly and dropped to her knees. She wondered now about her choice of clothing. She had chosen a short denim skirt, a white tank top and flip flops. She had thought she looked sexy in it but wondered if Jack would find it unacceptable for a slave.

After what seemed like hours and Brooke wondered if she had made the right decision, the door opened.

“What have you decided Brooke?”

“I would like to be your slave sir,” Brooke said in a quiet voice.

“You understand what that means don’t you?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good, crawl in then,” he said, pulling the door wide open.

The girl got on all fours and embarrassingly crawled in through the open door. She had never crawled like this before and felt shameful but there was no denying the thrill developing deep inside.

LATER

Brooke was so happy…she had never anticipated being invited to the fraternity formal. After all, she was just a freshman and Josh was a senior. He was one of the campus leaders and all of the girls harbored a crush on him.

He had been very sweet when he asked her, running into her by the fountain on the main quad. She had squealed yes and, after a quick hug, ran to tell her friends.

One person she didn’t tell was Jack. Truth be told, she was afraid of what his reaction would be. Plus, he might demand something from her and she just wanted this to be a normal date.

Since coming to college, Brooke had slowly drifted from Jack after spending the previous year as his slave. He had given her some leeway when she went to college and she had found that she liked the freedom. Sure, she still missed the feeling of being owned completely and totally but there was a lot about her new life that she liked a lot.

Brooke’s mom had deposited some money in her account so the girl could buy a new dress and shoes. Brooke had selected a yellow dress that flared out at the hips and went to just above her knees, showing off her well-sculpted legs. It was sleeveless and strapless and she decided that she needed to go tanning. She found a pair of five-inch sandals that matched the dress perfectly. A push-up bra and panties would complete the ensemble…she had already decided to go bare legged since the weather was changing and she liked the way she looked without tights or pantyhose.

The night came and Josh met her at the dorm, a bouquet of flowers in hand. They perfectly matched her yellow dress. The couple made their way across campus, Brooke loving being on campus all dressed up on the arm of this popular boy.

They came to the hall on campus where the party was being held. Other couples joined them. Though Brooke did not know any of them she mingled well. She was in heaven.

Josh invited her to join him in a back room and help him get something for the party. Leaving her bouquet on the table, she followed him down a flight of stairs and into a mostly dark room.

“Hello Brooke.”

The girl froze. Jack was here at the party. He knew that she had accepted a date without his permission. She was also wearing a bra and panties, both of which were not permitted.

“Sir? What are you doing here?”

“Checking on my slave,” he said. Brooke’s eyes darted towards Josh, hoping he didn’t hear it. Josh however was staring at her. He obviously knew about this.

“Sir, I know I should have asked you about this but I didn’t think you’d mind,” she said. “I mean, I’m a college girl and all.”

Jack walked towards her and stopped just inches from her.

“You are in college because I permitted it,” he said sharply. “You are my slut. You should have asked my permission.”

“Sir, this is not a good time,” she said weakly. “Please, can we talk about this tomorrow?”

“Brookie, if you want to no longer be my slave, all you have to do is ask,” he said. “That was the deal. But you never asked so you are still mine.”

He walked around her and she knew he was sizing her up.

“Take off your shoes and dress,” he said suddenly.

“What?”

“Take it off or I cut it off,” he said. “I am sure you don’t want me to ruin your dress. Mommy paid good money for it. I am sure she doesn’t want it destroyed.”

Shaking, not believing what she was about to do, Brooke undid the straps of her sandals and slid her feet out. She felt the cold concrete under her now bare feet. Reaching behind her, she unzipped the dress and let it fall down her body and pool around her feet. As she stepped out of it, she heard a low whistle from Josh who drank in her nearly naked body.

“Bra huh, and panties,” Jack said. “I guess some rules didn’t carry over.”

“Please Sir, I just wanted to be a normal girl for one night,” she cried. “I didn’t mean to disobey you.”

“Yes you did,” he said. “You intentionally disobeyed me, not only tonight but for the past few weeks.”

Jack rubbed his fingertips over the bare skin just below and above her bra. “You have been going out with the girls, flirting with boys, accepting dates to formals, wearing undergarments, pants, hoodies,” he said. “All of those things are against our rules aren’t they?”

“Yes sir,” she said meekly.

“Take off the bra.”

With shaking hands, she reached behind her and undid the clasps of the bra and placed the now shapeless garment on the now accumulating pile of clothes.

“Hands at your sides,” he said. She did as commanded as he played with her now erect nipples, pulling them out, grazing his fingers over them. They stood right out, pointing directly at her Master.

“You have always had perfect breasts Brookie,” he said. “Josh, come over here and touch her breasts. I think you will agree that they are perfect.”

Brooke groaned and winced as Josh walked to her and began groping her boobs. She hated this feeling but felt helpless to do anything.

“Josh, do you think her breasts are perfect?”

“Oh God yes,” the boy said smiling. For his part, Josh could not believe his luck.

“Well, wait until you see her pussy,” Jack said, smiling sadistically. “Brooke, show your date your beautiful pussy please.”

Brooke begged with her eyes, knowing that no sympathy would be shown by either man. She was just a slave, here for their pleasure. With tears streaming down her face, she bent over and pulled her panties down her legs and off. In seconds she was standing naked in this dark basement.

“Hands behind your head.”

Without hesitation, Brooke laced her fingers together and put them behind her head. This gave the men full access to her bare body and they drank in her nudity.

“See Josh, isn’t her pussy pretty? Aren’t you glad that I asked you to invite her to the formal?”

Brooke gasped. She had wondered how Jack had found out about her date but he had actually set it up. How else would a guy like Josh have noticed her?

“Yep Jack, I have to tell you, I wasn’t sure what you had in mind but this is better than I expected.”

“Brooke, bend over so Josh can fuck your ass.”

Both the boy and girl gasped. “What,” Josh asked. “I’ve never done that.”

“Well, most girls don’t allow it. Brooke has no say in the matter so here’s your chance.”

Josh didn’t need to be told twice. He moved behind the girl and unzipped his pants.

“Brooke, bend over please.”

The girl started sobbing but did as commanded. She bent over the sawhorse that Jack had placed in front of her. From behind, Josh got a full view of her private parts, her vagina poking from the front and her puckered asshole now ready to be plundered. Jack grabbed her wrists and connected the all-too-familiar cuffs to them and attached them to each other.

She felt Josh move into place. The boy put his left hand on her bare back and pulled her cheeks apart and began poking his penis towards her defenseless hole. Without lube, Josh was having problems getting inside the dry hole. Each poke caused slight discomfort to the girl but she knew from experience that this was nothing compared to the pain she would soon feel when he entered her.

“Josh, use this,” Jack said, throwing a tube of something to the boy. Brooke knew it was lube and was grateful that at least she would not be ripped apart. “This is not for your comfort Brookie but I know that it can be hard getting inside a puckered up asshole like yours.”

Josh spread the cold lube on her brown anus and some on the tip of his organ. Without any fanfare, he pushed himself into her, grunting as he went. Brooke cried out in surprise and pain as he filled her ass. The boys sawed in and out of her, pushing her into the sawhorse over and over. Brooke’s boobs bounced rhythmically with the reaming. Her head was bowed and her hair covered her face. Jack crouched in front of her and lifted her face so their eyes met.

The eye contact continued as Josh screamed out in orgasm and filled her bowels with his semen. He pressed his cock deep into her, his balls pressing against her spread vagina. Despite herself, she could feel her sex watering.

Once Josh recovered his sense enough to pull out of her, Jack handed him Brooke’s dress.

“Here, clean yourself with this,” he said. Brooke closed her eyes in shame as Jack wiped his shit and sperm covered cock onto her beautiful yellow dress.

“Go and get the others,” Jack said as Josh zipped up. Brooke cried out, “NO” but she was ignored as the boy climbed the steps.

“Brookie, I told you that you could leave me at any time,” he said. “however, you never asked my permission. Tonight, you are going to be punished. Then we will discuss out future.”

Grabbing Brooke by the hair, Jack dragged her to the middle of the room, under the bare light. He pushed her to her knees and tied her hair into a ponytail.

“There will be five men down here at a time,” he said. “You will service them all as many times as they desire. You may be asked to service them all at once. Figure out a way and do it happily with a smile.”

Just then, the sound of male shoes stomping down the wood stairs filled the basement. The footsteps stopped suddenly as the group saw the naked girl on her knees.

“Holy shit,” one of them shouted. “What the hell is this?”

“This is Brooke, a freshman here and my sex slave,” Jack said. “She is being punished tonight so she is open for business. She is yours to enjoy.”

The boys were tentative until Josh came down. “What are you guys waiting for,” he asked. “I just fucked her ass. Get going.”

With that, the boys began unbuttoning and zipping and cocks flew out. At first, they took her one or two at a time but soon they attacked her all at once. At one point, Brooke had cocks in all three of her holes and one in each hand. She had to really focus herself to use her hands…she had never been so filled and it was all she could do to accept the awful pounding her lower two holes were taking. She cried out in shame and pleasure as the boys sliced in and out. Jack got many photos. His favorite was Brooke riding a boy who fucked her pussy from below. She was frantically sucking a cock in front of her and had a boy on each side getting handjobs. From behind, a boy was pushing into her ass and he had grabbed her hair and pulling her head back.

She lost track of how many boys fucked her and how many orgasms were forced out of her. She was caked with their spunk as many pulled out and spilled their jizz on her back, breasts and face. Many used her hair to clean themselves off before zipping up and going back to their dates.

Finally they were done. Jack grabbed her exhausted body and put her on the ground. He pulled her legs out in a full split, tying loops around her ankles and attaching the other side to anchors on the wall. He used cuffs to secure her arms behind her at the wrists and the elbows. The girl’s head was bowed, her hair covering her face.

From his vantage point, Jack could see a pool of liquid underneath her body, leakage from her pussy and ass. The boys had been rough too with marks on her breasts, belly and public area. Her pussy was fire engine red, enflamed from extended abuse.

Brooke had no idea how long she had been down there. She heard the party going upstairs, with music blaring. She heard laughing and singing and began to cry. That was supposed to be her. She should be with Josh, dancing, drinking, laughing. Instead, she sat spread eagle and naked in the basement, cum running out of her. This, more than anything, identified her as the slave that she was.

“Well Brookie, tonight was a lot of fun, don’t you think,” he said. He walked around her, drinking in her shame. “Now is your chance. If you want your freedom, ask for it.”

The room was quiet. Finding strength, Brooke raised her head and looked at her Master. “Please Sir, forgive your slave for her disobedience. Please let her be your slave.”

Jack came up behind her and undid her arms.

“I will think about it,” he said. “Suck my cock.”

It didn’t take long for her to suck him to orgasm and she was soon swallowing yet another load. This tasted the sweetest though because it belonged to her Master.

He threw a wad of bills on the floor in front of her, directly in the pool of slime that had oozed from her. He then went to the balled up dress and wiped himself before dropping that in the gunk too. Apparently, others had used her dress to cleanse themselves and it was streaked with brown and white stains.

“Untie yourself,” he said. “The money is for the dress.”

He moved away from her but she just sat there, unmoving. “There is a back door here. Please use that so you don’t embarrass all of those people who are enjoying their formal.”

Brooke hung her head in shame. A few hours ago, she had thought that she would be enjoying her night upstairs. Instead she was shackled in the basement and would be leaving by the back door. How quickly her life had changed.

She heard Jack’s footsteps on the stairs and struggled to reach her ankles to set herself free. Brooke stood on shaky legs and felt cum stream out of her lower holes. She grabbed her stained