It was the last class of the semester. Ally went in and took her usual seat, right in front of the professor. This was her favorite class, fiction writing, and she had been doing well, even though it wasn’t required for her major.

She knew the professor was struggling to keep his eyes off her during every class. She always dressed the way she wrote, provocative. Today, being a hot April day, she was wearing tiny, tight denim shorts and a low-cut, tight tank top that accentuated her otherwise small breasts. Her long, slender legs were a sexy shade of bronze from a week of nude sunbathing with her sorority sisters.

An 18 year old freshman trying to seduce the young, single, dashing and arrogant writing professor. That’s what it was. She always wrote about risqué themes, erotica, and bondage. She was never called upon to read her stories to the class. That could pose a problem for the professor. He had a stack of graded assignments on his desk. He talked about the final paper and lectured about some writing styles and finer points. Then he returned the assignments.

Throughout the class Ally had been crossing and uncrossing her legs, folding them up with her heels on the chair. She knew it made some of her classmates uncomfortable but she had made it through the semester without a reprimand from her professor. After all, why should he care about her attire?

He handed her assignment back without making eye contact. She flipped to the last page where he normally put the grade and comments. Another A, this time followed by a “please see me after class in my office”. She smiled.

Class soon ended and she walked up to the professor. “You wanted to see me,” she said.

“Yes, follow me to my office,” he said, gathering his things. They walked out of the class after everyone else, down the hall to his office. He invited her in and asked her to take a seat. She sat down, legs crossed, having pulled the chair further away from the desk to give him a better view.

He started, “You write well. Very provocative, though. What motivates you?”

Ally smiled, “I don’t know. Just stuff. Thoughts. Fantasies.”

“Any of this true?”

Ally shrugged, “Could be.”

“What happens after this semester? You won’t get to write this kind of stuff for another class again.”

“Perhaps I’ll keep a journal,” Ally said, “Or if you like my writing so much maybe you can give me some ideas.”

“Well, the handbook is vague on this matter but the unwritten rule is, if you grade them, don’t date them.”

Ally was taken aback by the response. Did he just ask her out?

“Fantasies lead to good writing. But do they lead to a satisfying reality?” he asked her.

Ally shrugged. She was blushing now. A hot flash ran through her body. She felt a wetness develop between her legs. She squirmed in her chair.

“Your final paper is due in a week. Grades are due 10 days after. What are your summer plans?”

“I was going to stay on campus and work at the pool and take some classes in the evenings.”

“Do you have a place to stay?”

“Not yet.”

“I can rent out an efficiency in my basement. You might have seen the flyers around campus,” he offered and added, “Rent free. Private entrance, utilities included.” He pulled out a folder from a drawer and took out a document. “Here’s the lease. You can sign it right now.”

“Can I get back to you on this?” Ally asked, “I have a meeting for a class in 5 minutes on the other side of campus,” she made up an excuse.

“OK. Send me an e-mail. Remember, after 17 days, I’ll never be your professor again.”

Ally got up and picked up her backpack. She smiled and left the office.

She did sign the lease later that day. The semester ended, she went home for a week and then moved into her apartment for the summer. Her former professor, now her landlord, ignored her until grades were in. Then he sent her a note, inviting her up for dinner. “See you at 7,” the note concluded.

Ally came back from the pool at 5:30. Her summer classes started the following week. She showered and stood naked in the tiny apartment, surveying clothes that were still lying in an open suitcase. She picked up a dress, a tight, short summer dress. She put it on, sans bra and looked in the mirror. It was a good fit; she really didn’t need a bra. She dried her hair and tidied the place up a little.

It was only after she had entered his house that she realized that she had forgotten to put her panties on.

“Have a seat,” he said, “Can I get you a soda or juice?” He was obeying the law. Ally sat down on the couch and crossed her legs. She pulled her short dress down though it barely reached mid-thigh. After all those classes where she tried to turn him on, she was the one being self-conscious now, going commando in his house.

“Nice place,” she said, surveying the room, “I’ll take some lemonade or lemon soda,” she added.

“Done,” he said, retreating into the kitchen. She could smell the food. It was going to be much better than most of her summer meals.

He came back and handed her a glass. She thanked him and took a sip. He sat down and sipped from his own glass. It looked like wine. He picked up a binder from the coffee table and handed it to her.

“What is this,” she asked, taking it.

“Open it and see.”

She opened it and blushed as soon as she saw the first page. He had photocopied all eight of her papers and her final paper and put them in a binder. He had even highlighted certain passages. On the blank side he had made notes about what she wore to class each day.

“So I did get to you,” Ally said.

“And now it’s time to even the score,” he replied, “But first, let’s go and have dinner.” He got up. Ally waited ‘til his back was to her and uncrossed her legs and got up. She picked up her drink and followed him into the dining room where he had already served the food.

Ally told him over and over again that the food was delicious. They made small talk for the most part. After dessert they retreated to the living room.

“Did you think rent free means just that?” he asked.

“Is there a catch?” Ally asked.

“Do the math,” he said.

It was simple, Ally thought. She had spent the semester trying to seduce him with her attire and writings. He acted like it meant nothing but all along had kept a detailed binder on her. Then he offered her a place to stay, rent free, and invited her to dinner after grades had been submitted.

Ally uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, without bothering to pull her dress down. She wasn’t looking at him at the precise moment she had given him a good view of her moist pussy, but he had managed to get an eyeful. Better than the multiple panty peeks she gave him in class.

“So do you want me to act out my writings for you?” she asked, almost taunting him.

“No, I call the shots. Your writings provide a foundation, a basis, perhaps even a fallback option. I’m in charge,” he said, getting up. He walked over to Ally and offered his hand. She took it and stood up. He looked her in the eye and said softly, “You deserve a summer you will never forget and you brought it on yourself. Your lease had a clause that said I could change it any time. And I will charge you rent or evict you if you don’t obey me by being a good tenant.” He had grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to him. She was eager to kiss him. He had raised her dress and confirmed that she was indeed, going commando, and not simply wearing crotchless panties. He gave her ass a tight squeeze and a firm slap. Ally flinched, momentarily surprised. She kissed him. He didn’t resist, holding and squeezing her ass the entire time they kissed. Then he pulled away and stepped back.

“If we are to do this, you must sign another contract with me,” he said, reaching for a folder on the end table.

It read, I, Slave Ally, agree to serve my Master until the end of my lease, in ways pre-determined by him, within reasonable limits as intimated by me in my own writings. I agree that repeated disobedience is punishable by eviction.

She signed it and handed it back to him.

“You have classed Tuesday and Thursday evenings,” he said, having looked up her schedule, “Those are your evenings and nights off. The other days you will report to me after work after checking your e-mail. I will send instructions for each evening to you by 5:30. Do not disobey, and never be late.”

“Yes, Master,” Ally said, flush with excitement with her pussy soaking wet and craving his cock.

“Go back to your apartment for the night and await further instructions for tomorrow evening. Good night,” he said, leading her to the door.

Once in her apartment, Ally peeled off her dress and masturbated furiously in her bed. She must have climaxed five times during an intense 30 minute period. Her fingers were sticky with her juices, her body writhing and sweating. Exhausted, she fell asleep, waking up close to 7, rushing to get ready to reach work by 7:30.

The instructions were in her inbox by 5:30. She checked her phone as soon as she entered the apartment.

“Dinner at 7. Shower and wear same dress as yesterday. Bring toothbrush.”

Her first assignment was to read her papers out loud while standing naked in the middle of the living room. She was allowed to pause for water after each 5-7 page paper.After reading the fourth one, she asked to use the bathroom. He refused her permission and asked her to continue reading. She read two more. Now desperate, she begged him. He got up and told her to wait. She figured he was off to tidy up the bathroom for her but he returned holding a porcelain bowl.

“A chamber pot, like the medieval times, your setting for paper #6,” he said, setting it on the ground in front of her. “Go ahead and squat.”

Ally was horrified at the mere thought of peeing in his presence like this but she realized that there were references to this in her own writings and she had signed a contract. She put the binder down and put her legs on either side of the pot. She squatted, steadily balancing herself without holding on to anything. She took a deep breath and peed. She hadn’t peed in a while so she was worried the pot would overflow but it didn’t. He nodded in approval as she got up, conscious that she hadn’t been able to wipe the drops. She didn’t dare ask for anything. She picked up the binder and continued reading.

It was past midnight when she finally finished. He showed her the bathroom where she washed her pussy and brushed her teeth. Still naked, she emerged and found him sitting in a lounge chair in the bedroom. His robe was undone, his semi-erect cock inviting her to get closer.

He indicated with his eyes and a nod what he wanted her to do. She did just that, swallowing every drop, the taste of toothpaste now replaced by the taste of his cum.

“Go back to your place,” he said, “but leave the toothbrush here. Take an extra from the bathroom. See you tomorrow.”

She took a new toothbrush, put on her dress and left. Tired from being on her feet all evening, she crashed as soon as she entered her place. The next day she replayed in her head all the events while at work.

“You seem distracted,” her supervisor said, “Late night partying?”

“No, just hanging out with a friend,” Ally replied, her gaze fixed on a pool full of swimmers.

“Well, don’t let it distract you too much. Lives depend on you,” she said, walking away.

That evening there was no call to his apartment. Ally checked her phone every minute. She began to wonder if she had done something wrong. She took the opportunity to finish unpacking and cleaning her apartment. She had a bowl of cereal for dinner and fell asleep watching TV. The previous few evenings were tiring plus she had spent a fair amount of time in the water, giving lessons.

She woke up the next morning feeling recharged. She showered and slipped on her swimsuit and covered up with shorts and a t-shirt. She ate cereal, grabbed her bag and left for work. It was a short day, the pool was scheduled to close at noon for the long weekend. She hadn’t made any plans, expecting him to summon her. Her parents found her desire to stay back on campus to be odd but she used the start of summer school as an excuse.

After work she picked up a sandwich and went back to her apartment. Still nothing from him. It was a sunny afternoon, she figured it was a good opportunity to get a tan. She didn’t see his car in the driveway. She hadn’t lay in sun since finals week. She and her sorority sisters had a private spot behind the sorority house where they applied sunscreen on each other and lay in the sun naked. She found a similar spot outside her apartment, hidden behind trees but sunny nonetheless. She stripped off her clothes and applied sunscreen as best as she could. She lay on her back, soaking in the rays. She hated tan lines so she always sunbathed in the nude and that’s why she preferred to work at indoor pools.

An hour later, when she was lying on her belly, she heard him say, “I didn’t know you’d be home early.” Ally jumped and instinctively reached for her clothes to cover up but held back when she confirmed it was him.

“I didn’t see you yesterday so I couldn’t tell you,” she replied.

“Come at four today. I expect you have no plans for the weekend,” he said.

“I’ll be here all weekend. I’ll see you at four,” Ally said with a smile as he began walking away. He turned around and said, “Shower before you come and wear nothing.”

Ally decided she had had enough of the sun so she got up, pulled on her shorts and t-shirt and headed back to her apartment. She showered, lingering for a long time, masturbating furiously with her fingers. She lounged around the apartment in her robe until it was time to go. She shed the robe, turned out the light and stepped outside. Fortunately the house was in a secluded part of town.

He let her inand led her to his home office. He asked her to sit on a stool. She sat down, breathing heavily, not knowing what he had in mind. She loved the uncertainty, the element of surprise.He sat at the desk and swiveled the chair around to face her.

“We’re going to have a long chat this weekend and you are going to do a lot of chores for me. My house needs a thorough cleaning and you will do the job without complaint, and with competence. You are not returning to your place until 6 a.m. on Tuesday morning. Understood?”

“Yes, Master,” Ally responded.

He began to ask a series of questions, probing her thoughts, her background. Questions ranged from sorority life, the process of joining, her writings, her daily routine, her love for waxing.

He looked disapprovingly at her when she shared the details of the sorority rushing process. Ally had been one of 11 new sisters initiated that year and she had to endure hours of humiliation that included nudity, public masturbation and servicing football players.

“And you plan on living in the sorority house next year?” he asked.

“Yes, we have to as sophomores,” Ally replied.

“What if you can continue living her?”

“I’ll have to quit the sorority and that’s a big deal.”

“No big deal from my standpoint. I’ve taken a position at another college nearby so the last bit of inappropriateness is gone. So will you quit this slut house and stay and serve me? You can tell your so-called sisters and even your family that you prefer the seclusion to focus on your studies. After all, that’s why you’re in college.”

Ally didn’t say anything. She took a deep breath.She finally spoke after drinking some water that he had offered her, “Yes, Master, I will do as you say.”

“Good. Do you get any time off from work this summer?”

“A week around the July 4th weekend, after the first summer session ends.”

“Good. I’ll make some special plans, provided you pass all the tests with me before that. Now tell me about the last night of your initiation. With details.”

“I arrived at the sorority house at 8. I stripped in front of the bags and put my clothes in a bag. I was assigned a room that I had to share with one other new recruit. The room had a bowl of condoms and several bottles of water. We waited on the bed. At 9, they arrived to party downstairs and shortly after that, two football players entered our room. They asked us to make out. We did. It wasn’t the first time I had kissed a girl or licked a pussy. The players began to masturbate, then they ordered us to blow them.  After we finished, they left. Then two more entered, and we did the same thing.When the next two came in, it was a different routine. They wanted to fuck us and they did. Both of us were on the bed, on all fours, facing each other. We had to kiss while we were fucked doggy style, the players grabbing and squeezing our tits.”

“I’ve heard enough,” he interrupted, “So you weren’t a virgin when you came to college.”

“No, I had,” Ally started. He held up his hand and said, “I don’t care. Ever done anal?”

“No.”

“Finish the water, use the bathroom and meet me in the bedroom,” he said, getting up.

Ally did as she was told, washing her pussy after peeing, splashing water on her face, even brushing her teeth. She entered the bedroom. He stepped forward and blindfolded her. Then he led her to the bed.

“Get up and get on all fours,” he ordered her. She did and she heard the sound of metal clanging as he pulled a box out from under the bed. He fixed her ankles to a two foot spreader bar.

“Face down on the bed, arms between your legs,” came the next order. Ally complied. He secured her wrists to the center of the spreader bar, effectively immobilizing her with her ass in the air.

“If you complain or cry, I will gag you,” he threatened. Ally said nothing. She felt his fingers run down her spine and over her butt cheeks. He gently stroked her butt cheeks and brought his fingers to her wet pussy. He teased her and tempted her and without warning, brought a paddle down hard across her butt. Ally winced and bit her lip. Tears filled her eyes. She was afraid he would notice that the blindfold was getting wet. Two more shots and then she felt something cold against her asshole. It was a metal plug, covered with lube. He slowly glided it in. “Relax,” he said. Once it was snug inside her, her resumed the paddling. Each of the next three shots driving the plug deeper, sending an electrifying sensation through her body.

“You’re dying to masturbate, have an explosive orgasm. That’s the last thing on your list of privileges. From this day I control every aspect of your life. What and when you eat, where and when you go to the bathroom. Absolute control. Even when you are not in my presence, there will be something, or some task, that will serve as a reminder of who you are and who owns you,” he whispered in Ally’s ear, “Understood?”

“Yes, Master,” Ally replied, panting.

“Good. Trust me, you will get used to this. I will expunge all traces of the slutty, self-absorbed, sorority brat from you and turn you into a true slave, inside and out. All the while never getting in the way of your education. You can still pick your own classes and pursue your own academic goals. Everything else, I control.” He left the room.

He freed her from her shackles at 6 but kept the butt plug in place. Ally sat cross-legged on the bed, sore from being in one position for nearly an hour.She drank some water and now had to use the bathroom. When he returned he was holding a bowl in his hand. “Follow me,” he said. Ally climbed off the bed and followed him, walking gingerly thanks to the plug in her butt. He led her to an empty closet at the end of the hallway. There were no shelves or rods, just a 2x6 space. Ally noticed the chamber pot in one corner and two water bottles on the ground as well. He handed her the bowl. “Here’s your dinner,” he said, “stay here until further notice. The plug stays in your ass for now.”

Ally sat on the floor and ate the oatmeal he had served her. She then peed in the chamberpot, hoping the plug wouldn’t slip out when she squatted. She used a little water to wash her pussy and drank some water after that.

When he returned, it was to shackle her, ankles cuffed, wrists cuffed behind her back. She lay on the ground, facing the door as he crouched and looked her in the eye.

“I have a lot of toys. Some pleasant, some unpleasant. I won’t hesitate to use them all, over and over again, even if you do as I say. You are to spend the night here. There’s a straw in the water bottle for your convenience. The plug stays in. I will come and get you in the morning and we will start afresh.” He got up and left, closing and locking the door and turning off the light. Ally lay in the dark, unable to move much. She managed to sit up against the wall for a little while, before finding a position on the floor that was somewhat comfortable. Before that she managed to sip a good amount of water and peed in the chamber pot.

She didn’t sleep very well. By early morning the water was gone, the chamber pot was almost full and she was getting desperate. Thankfully, he came around 6.

“On your knees,” he ordered. He parted his robe and presented his cock to her. She took him in her mouth and sucked him until he climaxed.

“Not as big as a football player’s cock but ideal for a whore like you,” he said with a smile. He pulled her to her feet and undid her shackles. He made her bend over so he could remove the butt plug. Ally was relieved to be rid of it for now.

“Bathroom is that way. Brush, poop and shower. You have 15 minutes. Go,” he instructed her. Ally rushed off to the bathroom, emerging after 15 minutes, clean and dry, still naked.

Waiting on the floor was a bowl of corn flakes with skim milk, and a banana lay next to the bowl. Ally had to crouch on the floor and eat. After she finished she took her bowl to the kitchen where he was leaning against the counter looking at the newspaper. A basket of cleaning supplies lay next to him. Ally had never cleaned in her life. She barely managed to do laundry during her freshman year. She had never made her bed until she moved into her summer apartment. Now she had to clean everything.

“Wear gloves and slippers, and nothing else. I want every inch of the house cleaned and then we’ll talk about the outside. I will inspect your work constantly and I won’t hesitate to make you do something over, or worse. If you prove to be totally incompetent I will lock you in the closet for the rest of the weekend,” he said.

“Yes, Master. I will do my best,” Ally responded.

As the day wore on, Ally scrubbed and mopped and vacuumed. She paused frequently to drink water, sought permission to pee (and was allowed to use the bathroom instead of the chamber pot) and got some nods of approval from him. She cleaned the bathroom she had been using and went into his room to gather his laundry and clean his bathroom. When she was getting the laundry going, he came to get her.

“Follow me,” he ordered. Ally was scared. Had she missed something? Had she screwed up? He took her into his bathroom. He pointed to the area behind the toilet. It was dusty. “What about that?” he asked.

“I couldn’t reach with the mop,” she said.

“Well, get down on your hands and knees and get back there,” he ordered. She did that. He looked at her butt as she cleaned behind the toilet. He took off his belt and struck her hard across her ass. “Ouch,” she complained. Two more strokes followed. Ally grit her teeth and dealt with the pain. When she finished she was still on her knees, facing him. He unzipped his pants, freeing his semi-erect cock. Without touching it, she took it in her mouth and licked it to hardness. She began sucking. He rested against the sink as she did her duty. She swallowed every drop and let him go after he went limp in her mouth. He zipped up and left the bathroom. She went to the laundry room to take the drapes out of the dryer. To her horror, one of the drapes had faded and frayed in the dryer.

Her heart was racing. She was trembling. She broke out into a cold sweat. Four hours into her day, she had already been punished for “missing a spot” and now she had destroyed a drape. She had no option but to face the music.

She presented him with the drape. He looked at it and said nothing at first. Then he said, “finish the cleaning and we’ll deal with this at the end of the day.”

The suspense would be painful. She got two pieces of bread and an apple for lunch. He gave her some baby carrots as a snack. At 5:30, she checked the last item on the list, went to the bathroom, washed her face and arms, and went into his study.

“All done, Master,” she said, exhausted.

“I know,” he said, not looking up from his book, “Let’s talk about the drapes. What did you do wrong?”

“I used the wrong dryer setting, Master,” she said, tears filling her eyes, “I am so sorry. I’ll do anything to make it up.”

“You’ll wear a corset and chastity belt and serve drinks to dignitaries in Russia?” he asked.

Ally was stunned, “You can’t make me do that,” she blurted out, immediately regretting and saying, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He stopped her by holding up a hand. He put down his book and got up. He walked towards her. She expected a slap or two. He looked her up and down.

“Poor little Ally, made to do chores. Made to clean a house. Made to do things a sorority slut should never have to do,” he said, his voice dripping with scorn. Tears streamed down Ally’s face.

“Tell me, you worthless tanned slut,” he continued, “How should I make you pay?”

“Charge me rent?” Ally asked.

“That would be too easy,” he said, “lean over the table, elbows on the table,” he pointed towards the side table. Ally walked over and did that, presenting her ass to him.

“Spread your legs wide,” he said. Here it comes, she thought. He was going to finally fuck her. She spread her legs. He came over. She heard him unbuckle his pants. They fell to his ankles. In spite of her predicament and humiliation, she was aroused. She felt his fingers on her pussy. He found her clit and began to rub it. She was dripping wet. He dug his fingers inside her, first one, then two, then three. He withdrew them, all wet and sticky and ran them up her butt crack and began transferring her juices to her asshole. Ally clenched. He slapped her ass hard. “Relax,” he barked as he rubbed her tight asshole, where a butt plug had spent a night.

The tip of his cock was knocking on her back door. She felt the warmth, the wetness. She let out a deep breath. He began to push his way in, stretching her, loosening her. She wanted to scream, part in pain and part in pleasure but controlled herself. He made his way in and began to thrust and move. Her muscles tightened around his cock, sending him into an instant orgasm. He shot his load deep inside her. He slid out, limp and wet, soon after.

“An anal virgin no more,” he said, rubbing the remnants of his cum up and down her butt crack. He found the butt plug and shoved it inside her. “Let this be a constant reminder. Let it trap my cum inside you for the night,” he said, pulling his pants up, “Do not move until I say so.” He went to the bathroom, showered and returned after 10 minutes. Ally was still in position. He sat down and began to ask her questions.

“Do you wish to be displayed to my friends who have slaves?”

“No, Master, I wish to remain for your eyes only,” she said.

“Will you show improvement in your ability to do chores?”

“Yes, Master, I will.”

“Do you find your meals adequate?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you wish to sleep in your bed or any bed again?”

“I’ll sleep wherever you ask me to sleep.”

“If denied access to the bathroom, will you piss and poop outside?”

“I will go wherever you ask me to go.”

She soon got her dinner. A bowl of oatmeal. She spent the night chained to his bed, on the floor, on a small bath mat. When morning came, she was desperate to use the bathroom. She didn’t want to wake him up by using the chamber pot but he was also awake. He freed her ankle and ordered her to go outside and relieve herself. She did, washing with the garden hose. When she came inside he handed her the toothbrush and said, “everything outside today.” He gave her the list of chores: weeding, mulching, digging, and other yard work. All outside, all while naked. It was supposed to be a cloudy day so no sunscreen was needed. Ally didn’t protest.

Everything outside. She never thought she’d ever be burying her poop in a hole in the yard. She felt like an animal, so primitive, so dirty, and so humiliated. He left her meals on the porch. The same as the previous day. When he came out to survey her work he asked her, “Any complaints today?”

“No,” said Ally, though she wanted to.

“Good,” he said, “The media would love your story. Pretty blond, sorority girl, disappears. Former professor implicated. They’d throw the book at me, ruin my life, then they’d discover your writings, your thoughts, and your fantasies. They’d find you alive and well, exonerate me and further humiliate you. Maybe send you to prison on a variety of charges. Make you the villain.”

Ally was stunned but she managed to brush this all off. She had no intentions of angering him. She liked this little arrangement, in spite of all the inconveniences and humiliations.

The rest of the weekend passed without incident. She had indoor bathroom privileges restored in the morning. He largely ignored her while she redid some of her indoor chores. Two blow jobs and a spanking was all she had to deal with. He sent her back to her apartment at 6 on Monday morning.

The first summer session flew by. Ally had class Tues/Thu nights so she didn’t see him on those days. She added an online class as well, keeping herself busy while things were also busy at the pool. She had dinner with him Monday and Wednesday evenings, spending a few hours either cleaning or enduring a spanking. He sent her back to her place at night. Some spankings were more severe than others and the following day her supervisor would notice her sitting gingerly. She knew the “I fell in the shower” excuse would grow old soon. But it didn’t affect her job at the pool. On Friday evenings she had to report to him, naked, ready to be shackled for a weekend of chores, blow jobs, spankings and anal sex. She had grown accustomed to anal sex, masturbating at the thought of it each morning in the shower. Unknown to him, she was getting her orgasms in his absence.

The session came to an end the Thursday before the July 4th weekend. She had managed to go home to see her parents for a weekend. It did cost her the following weekend when he made her sleep outside on the porch and relieve herself in a corner of the yard. He gave her a small piece of soap to use with the garden hose. It was worth it, she thought.

They were scheduled to leave on Friday afternoon. He sent her a message on Thursday night which she received after her final exam. “Leave at noon. Wear nothing, pack nothing.” Ally was a little taken aback. How would they avoid trouble if she was naked in the car for an 8 hour drive?

He gave her an old t-shirt to wear. She was naked from the waist down and had to sit in the middle of the backseat with her legs apart the entire drive. He kept a mirror in the front so he had a constant view of her pussy. She had a butt plug in place again. She had managed to get waxed during the week, she was now getting it every 3 weeks instead of 5 to prevent him from seeing even a stubble.

They stopped once during the drive, to pick up fast food and use the restroom. For Ally, the restroom was a plastic jar that she peed into while in the car. He wasn’t going to let her out without pants.

They reached their destination, a remote cabin in the woods, just after sunset. It was a lovely setting, a place where he came once a year to relax and recharge, where he had written some of his best works. They were going to spend 9 days here but he had no plans to write fiction this time around.

Once they entered the cabin, he made Ally give up her shirt. He made her get his bags and all the supplies from the car. He turned on the power main. The place had electricity and indoor plumbing. There were two small rooms, a few empty closets and other spaces that could be used. Ally stocked the cabinet and fridge with various items.

“This is your true test, Ally. Nine days. We’ll see how you do. If you fail, I may have to let you go when we return. I’ll waive the rest of the rent but you’ll be out on August 21st. If you pass, I’ll renew your contract and lease and we will move forward.”

Ally could see the headlines, “Sorority girl disappears. Professor suspected.” She pictured herself being discovered in a tiny hole, covered in dirt. She pictured him in court, shackled and humiliated, then she heard the defense lawyer present her writings as evidence.

Many thoughts passed through her mind. She steeled herself for a tough nine days. “I’m ready, Master,” she said.

He opened the heavier of the two bags that she had barely managed to drag inside. It had all the good stuff. He took out a steel collar and put it around her neck. He made her sit cross-legged on the floor. He locked a chain to the front of the collar and ran it between her breasts and legs, looping it over her pussy, through her butt crack where her linked it to the plug, and up her back to the back of the collar. He cuffed her hands behind her and locked them to the chain. The cold steel rubbed against her pussy. Now any movement would stimulate the butt plug. He locked her ankles together and hooked a chain from her collar to her ankle chain.

Then came the nipple clamps, steel sandwiches that pressed on her nipples as he tightened the screws. A small chain was connected to each clamp and the chain that ran down her front.

She remained in that position until midnight, trying not to move but each movement, however slight, tugged at the butt plug or nipple clamps. At midnight he adjusted the shackles so she could lie down on the floor. He had been giving her water periodically. He loosened the main chain a little so she could pee into a chamber pot. She went down for the night, on the floor, lying on her side with her legs outstretched.

Day 1

Ally woke up at 7, hungry and thirsty and sore from her limited mobility and being on the floor. She sat up carefully. He emerged from his room, ready for the day. He had a backpack with him. It looked heavy. “We’re going on a little hike today,” he said, undoing all the chains, nipple clamps and removing the butt plug. He kept the collar on her. He put one chain in the backpack. “Carry this,” he ordered her. She picked it up. It was really heavy. She hunched over and struggled to walk. He picked up a leather belt and lashed her butt. “Straighten up slut,” he ordered her. Ally was really struggling. A full bladder wasn’t helping either.

They began to walk. Ally was panting, she was summoning all her strength and willpower to keep going. After a few minutes she stopped and while standing and holding the pack she peed onto the ground below her. He didn’t look amused. “I’m sorry,” she said sheepishly, “but I really had to go.”

“Put the pack down and grab your ankles,” he ordered her. She did, expecting the worst. He gave her five stinging lashes on her butt and the back of her thighs. “Get moving,” he barked. She picked up the pack after he pulled out a bottle of water and let her take a drink.

She was starving, she was desperate to wash up, but she soldiered on, trudging through the soft ground, her bare feet covered in mud. They finally came to a stop after another hour. He took out a banana and two slices of bread from the bag and gave it to her, along with the rest of the water. Ally was grateful. She crouched on the ground and ate. He then gave her another five minutes to relieve herself, handing her two baby wipes and a small cup of Listerine. Ally went over to a tree and relieved herself, grateful for the small things.

It was time to move again. Another hour as the morning turned hot. Sweat dripped out of every pore of her body. She saw a small stream. “Stop here,” he ordered. She put the backpack down. Her arms and back ached. Her legs were sore. Her feet were covered in mud, her ankles were splattered as well. She felt dirty and disgusting.

“Go wash up in the stream,” he ordered her. Ally ran into the water with glee. It was shallow but cool and refreshing. She washed every orifice carefully, not knowing when again she’d get this opportunity as she was certain that a very long day awaited her.

She stepped out of the water. He handed her a cloth to dry with. Then he put the collar back on her and chained her to a tree limb. He cuffed her hands behind her back and placed a gag around her mouth, after allowing her a generous drink of water. He made her bend over at 90 degrees, adjusting the chain accordingly and attaching a second chain to her cuffs linking them to the tree limb.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered her. Ally complied.

He got close, stripped off his clothes and eyed her pussy and ass. He dropped to his knees and brought his mouth to her pussy, smooth, wet and clean. He probed her with his tongue, tasting her. She grew increasingly aroused. She wondered why he was being so gentle with her. She steeled herself for what was to come. After licking her and sucking on her clit he rose to his feet. He touched her asshole with the tip of his cock. Ally took in a deep breath and he entered her. It was still a tight entry but she was growing used to it. Surprisingly, he didn’t cum inside her, choosing to spray his cum all over her ass and pussy. He then lashed her several times, getting aroused once again in the process and this time, for the first time, he entered her pussy. She was hot and wet, so wet that nearly slipped out a few times. He grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard. He exploded inside her, withdrew and went to wash in the stream. Ally remained shackled to the tree, cum dripping from her pussy, drying fast in the hot sun.

Another round followed. This time it ended with him spraying his cum on her face. Then he removed the chains and made her squat on the ground. He stood above her, his cock aimed at her face and he began to pee. He peed all over her face and tits. He had removed the gag so she had drink his pee as it rained down on her. He then pulled her to her feet and took her to the stream. There he dunked her head in the water, several times, and each time he brought her up she was gasping for air.Then he held her face down on the ground, her face and hair wet, her pussy very sticky. He entered her again, gliding into her pussy, pounding her harder and harder. He withdrew just before he came and squirted his cum into her mouth. Muddy and cum-soaked, Ally was made to stand up.

“Now for the coup de grace,” he said with a smile, holding a bottle against her pussy. “Pee into this,” he ordered her. Ally took a deep breath and let it go, emptying her bladder into the bottle. He took the warm, clear piss and poured it into a Ziploc bag that held a powder. “They call it piss grits. Your lunch,” he said, closing the bag and mixing the contents. He then cut a corner and brought it to her mouth. He began to squeeze the contents into her mouth. Ally tried not to gag but the contents were surprisingly tasteless, maybe a touch salty. She was starving so she ate it all.

“Good girl,” he said, tossing the bag to the ground. He undid her cuffs and ordered her to clean up in the stream. Ally did, scrubbing the cum and mud from her body.

They hiked for another two hours. This time, Ally’s hands were cuffed behind her, she had the pack strapped to her back and he led her along with a chain. She was blindfolded so she had no idea where they were headed. They went uphill for a while, then through a very rough terrain. When they came to a stop, he put something around her ankle. She heard a click and a beep. He freed her wrists and removed the pack. He looked through the pack and did some organizing. He left four bottles of water, some food (bread, packs of grits, granola bars), wipes, hand sanitizer and a tube of toothpaste. He removed her blindfold and looked her in the eye.

“Here’s your task. Find your own way back to the cabin. You have enough supplies for 3 or 4 days. I’ll know where you are thanks to the tracking device on your ankle. You’ll be alone in the woods, naked and helpless. Let’s see how strong you really are. Good luck,” he said and hurried off in one direction.

Ally stood there for a moment, silent and stunned. Then she slumped to her knees, buried her face in her hands and began to cry.

She was scared. Very scared.She ran up the same path he went on but he had long disappeared from sight. The farther she went, the thicker the woods became. She retraced her steps. She was tired. She found a dry spot and curled up on the ground. She fell asleep. When she woke, it was pitch dark and silent.

Ally was trembling, frantic, near hysterical. She calmed herself and decided to eat something. She’d wait until morning before venturing out again. She walked over to another tree to pee. She went back to her “spot” and lay down. The night was eerily calm, the air was warm. Ally was sore from all the activity earlier in the day. Now she had to wait until morning.

The sound of barking dogs woke her up. She grabbed the pack and held it tightly to her chest, using it as some cover. The barking grew louder and louder. She didn’t know what to do. It was still dark though there was the occasional sound of birds chirping.

Footsteps accompanied the dogs and a bright light was shone on her face. He couldn’t have come back so soon. He didn’t have dogs. Did he set her up? Too many thoughts ran through her mind.

“On your feet. Hands in the air,” came the orders. Ally stood up, dropping the backpack. She raised her hands and began to cry. The dogs stopped barking.

“A trespasser and a naked one too,” said the man. Ally couldn’t see that he was pointing a rifle at her, “She must be with the writer,” he commented, “He had told us about her. A fine catch.”

“A skinny slut,” said a woman.

“You have trespassed onto a sovereign land and you will be tried in our court of law,” said the man, “You have no rights whatsoever.” He came around her, pulled her arms down and cuffed her. He placed a hood over her head. “We’ll let your writer friend know that we have you. Maybe he will bail you out,” he said, leading her away.

They walked until the sun rose and the birds chirped louder. Ally was placed in what was called a holding cell, a wooden crate under a back porch. The crate was 2x2x3. Ally remained cuffed and hooded.

After an hour, the hood was lifted and Ally was given a lengthy drink of water through a straw. After another hour she was fed two crackers and given more water. By this time she had to pee badly. She leaned back and lifted her legs, aiming for one end of the crate. She peed with force, getting most of the pee through the crate and onto the unfinished wall under the porch.

The woman came and took her out of the crate. “The writer filled us in. You are quite the pathetic slut. You think yesterday was difficult and overwhelming. Wait ‘til we really get our hands on you,” she said, roughly dragging her to an open area. The sun beat down hard. Ally remained calm.

“On your knees,” came the orders from the man, “Head bowed.” Ally obeyed. The hood was pulled off. She squeezed her eyes shut as it was too bright outside. She slowly opened them and began to look around but she was ordered to look down at the ground.

The man continued, “You are charged with trespassing, littering and public nuisance. Each of these charges carries a stiff punishmentfollowed by supervised release. Do you have anything to say in your defense?”

Ally took a deep breath, “I’m sorry. I was just following orders.”

“Do you wish to be returned to your Master?”

“Yes, please.”

“Do you wish for an immediate return, which means your assigned task will remain unfinished and he will punish you accordingly, or do you wish to serve a sentence here and be returned in time for the trip home?”

Ally found herself in a Catch-22 situation. Should she risk Master’s wrath or take her chances with these strangers.

“Please return me to my Master.”

The woman called him. All Ally could here after she told him what she had wanted was, “OK”, over and over again, followed by a “Bye”.

“Your Master has punted. He wishes for solitude until it’s time to go. You are ours,” she said with a smile.

Ally sighed.

“50 lashes followed by confinement. We’ll use you as we see fit,” the man delivered the sentence.

Ally was tied between two trees and lashed mercilessly. Each time she nearly passed out from the pain the woman splashed her face with cold water. He lashed her thighs, her tits, her back and butt, and reserved the final five lashes for her pussy, right up the middle, striking her lips and clit, sending searing pain through her body. She was left there for a few hours, she floated in and out of sleep. She was covered in sweat, she peed onto the ground below. Finally, they cut her down, untied her and put her in the crate. They gave her a bowl of scraps, raw vegetable peels, apple peels, dry stale bread, submerged in a bowl of water. She mustered her strength to eat. When the woman returned to take the bowl, she asked Ally, “need to poop?” Ally nodded. She let her out and directed her to an outhouse that wasn’t being used. Ally squatted over the hole. She found a bucket of water outside the door. She used it to wash up. Her whole body ached from the flogging. Her muscles were sore from the hike and from being in the cramped crate. She had to endure nearly a week of this.

As she was being led back to her crate, the man appeared on the porch. “It’s ready, bring her in,” he said. Ally was led inside instead. She was spread-eagled on a bed, her legs were raised and tied to the top of the bed posts, her lower back almost raised off the bed.

“Perfect, said the man, undressing. He was muscular and his cock was bigger than the writer’s. The woman came into the room and stripped to her underwear. She was a little out of shape, a small roll of fat rested above her waistband, her tits were plump and barely concealed by an ill-fitting bra. She opened a drawer and pulled out a strap-on. She put it on as the man began to stroke himself. Ally expected him to bend over for her. Instead she mounted the bed and plunged the strap-on into Ally. It was bigger than any cock she had taken. She let out a scream. Her insides caught fire as the juices got flowing. The woman wasn’t gentle at all. She thrusted nice and hard and then the man climbed over her, lifted her head and put his cock in her mouth. He unloaded in her mouth, pushed her head back down and climbed off the bed. The woman withdrew the strap-on and dragged a trail of Ally’s juices down to her butt crack.

“No, please not there, not with that,” Ally begged, to no avail. Her butt was raised enough for easy access. The strap-on glided in, aided by her own juices. Ally screamed. It was hard to distinguish the pleasure from her pain when she screamed. After several thrusts, the woman said, now I’m ready for her. She withdrew and made Ally lick the strap-on. Then she took the strap-on off, removed her bra and panties and crouched over Ally’s mouth. She had a full bush, thick curls of hair dangled near Ally’s mouth. Ally tried not to look. She was appalled at the sight of anyone’s bush. She believed that one should be legally required to wax.

“Lick my pussy,” the woman barked. Ally closed her eyes and brought her tongue out. “Why are you so fucking slow?” the woman screamed, grabbing Ally by the hair and shoving her face into her pussy. Ally began to lick furiously. The woman had two massive orgasms and then she slid up Ally’s face, bringing Ally’s tongue to her asshole. “Eat that, slut!” Ally did. The woman touched herself as Ally licked her asshole. In the meantime, the man started lashing Ally’s pussy with a leather strap. Each stroke made her lick harder. The woman had another orgasm, she slowly slid back and continued to crouch over Ally’s mouth. “Drink this,” she said, and began to pee into her mouth. Ally did, without a complaint. The woman finished and walked over to the man, who was standing with his massive, erect cock. He fucked her against the wall. Nice and hard. They got dressed. “Leave here in position for another session,” he said, leaving the room with the woman.

There was another identical session two hours later and Ally was taken back to the crate for the night. She was fed another bowl of scraps and water. She was let out one more time to pee. Then she was made to lie on her side, curled up, knees to chest, and her wrists were locked to her ankles. She remained that way for the night. She was able to swivel from one side to another, only just, given the size of the crate.

In the morning she was unlocked and let out onto the yard.

“50 sit ups now!” the woman barked. Ally did as she was told, huffing and puffing through her sit ups. Then came the pushups and jumping jacks. Then she had to frog walk the length of the yard with her hands clasped behind her back. Then she got to pee and brush her teeth.

“She needs a scrubbing,” said the man, approaching her with a garden hose. Without warning he blasted her from head to toe with cold water. Ally recoiled at first. He threw her a small bar of soap. “Lather up, you filthy whore!” he commanded. Ally scrubbed the soap all over her body, not leaving an inch untouched, including her hair. He hosed her down as she washed all the filth from her skin. But she felt filthy inside. Very filthy.

Yet, she was enjoying this ordeal.

“Good,” said the woman, “I couldn’t bear to get near her. Now we move on.” Ally dried herself with a towel. Surprisingly, she was invited to eat in the kitchen, sitting on the floor, or course. It was more than scraps this time, it was a bowl of grits and a banana. She drank an entire bottle of water.

She waited for their next move. “Potty break, last one for a while,” he said, pulling her to her feet. He picked up a bucket of water and led her to some bushes. “Go here,” he said. Ally squatted. He watched as she pooped and peed. “Wash up,” he said, handing her the bucket, “Scrub nicely.” She did, taking the soap shaving from him.

“A clean ass is a cum-worthy ass,” he said, undoing his pants, “On all fours,” he ordered her.

Her face a mere two feet from her own poop, Ally took the man’s thick cock in her ever-accommodating asshole, taking his cum deep inside her. “Good girl,” he said as he withdrew. He made her lick his cock after that.

Ally was then made to get into the back of a van. She was made to get on all fours and then secured to a spreader bar, wrists between ankles. She was gagged and hooded after drinking water. The van drove off. Once they reached their destination, the back door was opened and she was put “on display”. “Test drives” were encouraged. There were plenty. Ally was numb and desensitized by the time it was all over. Thankfully, condoms were worn and a wet washcloth was used to wipe her after each “test drive”. The bidding began. The bidding ended with the word “Sold!” Ally’s world collapsed around her. The headline “Pretty sorority girl disappears” was about to come true.

Ally found herself in a dimly lit cell, underground. Another tiny space, but one where she could stand. A bucket served as a toilet. A roll of toilet paper sat next to it. There was nothing else. Just three solid walls, a dirt floor and a solid steel door. Vents near the top and bottom allowed air flow.

She wasn’t shackled. She was still naked. Tired. Hungry. A slot opened below the door and a bowl slid in. A large steel bowl, full of water with plain rice and chunks of vegetables floating in it. Tasteless, but it was food.

“Where am I,” Ally wondered loudly.

“Hell,” came a voice through a vent.

“Is someone there?” Ally asked, peering into a vent, seeing nothing.

“Shhh,” said the voice, “He can’t hear us talk.”

“Who are you?” Ally whispered, forgetting about her food for a moment.

“Eat, then we’ll talk.”

Ally quickly ate her food. She went to the bucket and peed.

“I’m done,” she said.

“Good. I’m Becky. 20. Not sure how long I have been here.”

“I’m Ally. 19. New arrival.”

“I know. We heard about you from Him.”

“Who is he?”

“You’ll know soon enough.”

“What happened to your life outside?”

“This is my life.”

Just then, someone came down the hall. A door opened, there were screams, someone pleading, “Can I get a break? I’m tired.” Someone shouting, “No!” More screams, a door slammed shut.The voice sounded eerily familiar.

“That’s Evie,” said Becky, “Always a fighter.”

“What does he do to the girls? How many are there?”

“You’ll find out. Not sure how many of us are here. He hasn’t visited me in a few days.”

Ally kept quiet. Becky didn’t pursue the conversation any further. He came for Becky the next morning. Becky went without a fight. Ally heard her return. “Becky,” she called out “Are you OK?” There was silence. Ally began to cry.

Then it was her turn.The first few instructions were routine, “Empty and wash the bucket”, “Brush your teeth and wash up”.Then she was taken to a room where five other girls were tied to a steel beam. All were naked, all were slender or skinny, all were hairless, all had shoulder length hair, some brunette, some blonde. Ally was added to the lineup.

The room was lined with flaming torches. A metal chair sat in the middle. It had straps and chains attached.

Three people entered, wearing medieval robes and hoods. They inspected the lineup carefully. One reached around and grabbed Ally’s ass, rubbing her asshole.

They selected her. She was strapped to the metal chair. Belts secured her torso under her breasts, wrists and ankles. Another belt secured her head to the head rest and one more went around her waist. They were all secured snug but not too tight. Belts were placed around her thighs as well. She was freaked out. She saw the back of two computer screens hanging in front of her. There was a computer panel and several switches.

One of the hooded and robed men flipped a switch. The metal seat under her parted a few inches, leaving a gap under her butt. Another man came up and placed a gag in her mouth, making her bite down on the plastic ball.

Ally was freaking out. Was she going to be electrocuted? Metal chair, so many belts, so many switches. No wonder Becky returned to her cell and said nothing. She had probably passed out from the experience.

Another switch was flipped and Ally found her legs being pulled up along with the legs of the chair so that she was in more of a squatting position over the gap that had formed under her.Another switch and her legs parted some more, her pussy in full view of everyone.

Another switch was flipped and she heard a buzzing sound and something cold and metal pushed up against her asshole. They were going to shock her there, she was convinced. One of the men looked at a screen and used the keyboard to guide the probe. A second probe emerged and was adjusted to enter her pussy.

There were two more clicks and both probes entered her simultaneously and began to vibrate. The vibrations intensified and stopped suddenly. The probes were withdrawn and they entered again. The process repeated itself several times over. She was going nuts, verging on a massive orgasm when it came to an end.

She was sweating profusely, breathing deeply. The sensation was tremendous. The men looked at the screens and conferred in whispers.One of them nodded and flipped a switch and the anal probe made an entry again. Instead of vibrating, it began thrusting and did so several times. Then it was withdrawn. The same thing happened with the probe in her pussy.

It finally came to a stop.But they weren’t done with her. By now the other five had been placed on all fours. Ally was freed from the chair and she hobbled over to them.

“Lubricate each asshole thoroughly with your tongue,” came the orders. Each time she appeared to slow down, a thick paddle was applied to her butt. She shrieked and licked furiously. They moved her to the next after a few minutes. They remained on all fours and had probes inserted in them. No restraints. Ally was taken away from the room before their treatment began.

She found herself in Becky’s cell this time, face to face with someone who had started to befriend her. Ally was shaking, her pussy was throbbing from the ordeal. Becky took her in her arms and comforted her. Ally cried like she hadn’t in a long time. Becky wiped her tears and kissed her. “You are beautiful, remember that,” she said, “You are here because your Master cares.”

“But my Master sold me out,” Ally wailed. Becky put her hand over her mouth. “No he didn’t,” she said.

“I have to pee,” Ally said, getting up and limping to the bucket. She crouched and peed, not caring to wipe. Becky took her by the hand and made her lie down and fold her legs up. “This will help,” she said, getting between her legs. She began to lick Ally’s pussy, first removing the drops of pee and then tasting the juices that had been raging since the ordeal. She used her fingers to rub her clit, while she used her free hand to masturbate herself. Ally’s orgasm, building up for days now, was massive. She flooded Becky’s mouth with her cum, driving Becky to an orgasm. Becky’s tongue wandered to Ally’s asshole, as did her fingers, which massaged her sore muscles.

“Thank you,” said Ally, when it was all over. She passionately kissed Becky as the slot opened and two bowls of food came in for them. They ate in silence and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Ally was largely ignored after that. Becky was taken from the cell and Ally never saw her again. Then Ally was removed from the cell and taken to an examination room where she was put through a medical exam, given an enema, and allowed the luxury of a shower. After her shower she was led outside where he was waiting for her, in front of his car.

“Time to go home,” he said, handing her a t-shirt, “get into the back seat, sit in the center.” Ally didn’t know whether she should trust him anymore. She held her tongue and got inside. She slid over to the middle. He climbed in and secured chains to the two front headrests and made her lift her legs and place her feet flat on the backs of the two front seats. He locked her feet there so she was now sitting in the back, legs spread, pussy fully exposed.

“Start rubbing your clit,” he ordered, starting the car.

“Why should I listen to you?” Ally blurted out.

He said nothing as he drove onto the main road. Then he responded, “What’s the alternative?”

“I don’t know. I can call the cops,” Ally said as she began to rub her clit. He scoffed, “And say what?”

“That you kidnapped me, tortured me, abandoned me, and so on,” Ally continued to rub herself, somehow enjoying this opportunity to threaten him, knowing fully well that he could turn the car around and dump her in the underground cell with Becky and the others.

“Let’s see. The ‘test drive’, mostly done by me. One of the three hooded men, me.”

Ally said nothing, and she began to slide a finger inside her wet pussy. She had one hand under the t-shirt, caressing her breast.

He continued, “Remember you signed something. Remember you are living rent free. Remember, they will find nothing upon examination. No damage, no trauma, nothing. All entry was smooth, you were a willing participant. Rent free, in exchange of something from you. What does that make you?”

“Yeah but you’re the one who’ll get in trouble,” Ally said, taking a deep breath and sliding a second finger inside herself, enjoying herself.

“Even when you are mad, you are enjoying yourself. Sure they will arrest me, question me, search my apartment and cabin. What will they find? Some bondage stuff for sure. But they will also find your writings and evidence of how you lured me. Then they’ll come after you. Put you on the stand. Crush that innocent sorority girl façade. Humiliate you and your parents. Your sisters will shun you. You’ll have to transfer. Your family will be embarrassed. I’ll have some explaining to do but in the end, I’ll go on to live my life as I please.”

Ally was furiously kneading her breasts and now had three sticky fingers inside herself. She exploded into orgasm in the backseat. Unknown to her the whole episode was being streamed over a secure website, with cameras placed behind the mirror that he was not glancing at any more.

She licked her fingers. “Mmmm,” she said, expecting a reaction from him. There was none. She thought about his last words. They rode home in silence.

She got a week off from him, starting the second summer session and returning to work at the pool. Her supervisor asked about her break. Ally said it was fun, she had gone to a friend’s cabin. On Friday afternoon, he e-mailed her, “Come at 6. Dress as you please.”

Ally got home and put on a pair of ultra-low-rise jeans. She had left work early that day to get waxed. She skipped the panties. She pulled on a tight top, skipping the bra as well.

“How was your week?” he asked, “Feeling better?”

“Yes, thanks for the time off,” Ally responded.

“Are you going to quit the sorority and live here?”

“I’ll let you know soon.” He stepped forward and grabbed her. He pulled her close and began kissing her. She was happy to be in his arms again. He pulled off her t-shirt and began squeezing her breasts.

“Shackle me, Master,” Ally begged, “Spank me now.”

“Shhh,” he said, putting his hand down the back of her jeans, squeezing her butt, rubbing her asshole. He unbuttoned her jeans with his other hand. She slipped them off. She turned around and leaned over the coffee table, her ass in the air. She touched her pussy, spreading the wet lips with her fingers while he stripped. He plunged his cock into her pussy and began to move but after a few thrusts he withdrew and brought it up against her asshole. He pushed his way in, it was an easier entry now. He pulled her close, grabbing her tits and fucking her hard.

“Cum in my mouth, Master,” Ally begged, rubbing her pussy as his continued to fuck her in the ass.

He obliged. She finished him off in her mouth. “Thank you, Master,” she said, rising to her feet. He got dressed. “Stay naked, go and set the table for dinner. You’ll sit at my feet.”

She crouched near his chair as he doled out her food in a bowl. He handed it to her. She ate on the floor. After they finished she cleared the table and cleaned up while he read in his study. She came to the study and knelt before him. He didn’t look up from his book but he spoke.

“I’ve established a publishing company. I need an editor. You write well. You’d be good for the job. You can start when the semester begins.”

“Can I lifeguard as well?”

“Yes but I will control your finances since you have a free ride at college. You will grant me control of every aspect of your life except your classes and study needs. You’ll have a curfew. 11 pm each night, 5 pm on Friday. I own you all weekend long unless you have to meet a study group on Sunday. Get the picture?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You may dress as you please when you go to class. Before that, I will be hosting several esteemed writers next month. You are expected to serve and be at your best that weekend. I intend to proudly show you off, put you on display.”

“Yes, Master.”

“If a friend wishes to make your acquaintance that evening, you will not say no.”

“Yes, Master.”

The next five weeks passed by without any major changes except for a visit to the laser hair removal clinic. He paid for the treatments. They were painful but would eliminate the need to wax or shave ever again. Ally liked the idea. The big weekend arrived. Guests were expected to arrive at 5 pm on Friday and stay the weekend. Ally had to convert her apartment into a guest suite, moving her stuff into a closet, cleaning the place. She also had to clean his house from top to bottom. She had to set out snacks and drinks and serve meals, which had been ordered from a nearby bistro.

At 4 pm, Ally stepped into the shower, scrubbed away the sweat and dirt. She had been working since 6 in the morning. He had laid out her attire for the evening. She dried off and stepped out of the bathroom. He was waiting for her. He made her bend over so he could insert a metal plug in her butt.  Then he handed her a pair of tight leather hot pants. She slipped them on. He placed a leather collar around her neck, one that had multiple rings attached. To the ring in the front he attached a leather strap and locked it to her waistband at the other end. The strap rested between her breasts. He had also sent her to dye her hair jet black the previous day. Ally had never done anything bold to her hair before. She liked how it looked. She put on 3” heels. She felt sexy, in a very kinky way.

The guests began to arrive. Ally stayed behind the scenes, making sure the dining table had everything it was supposed to have. There were a dozen writers, 8 men and 4 women. She overheard comments about her, her writing, and it seemed that some of the writers had slaves of their own. Ally soon realized that some had brought theirs along but they were being “held” downstairs in her apartment.

One of the female writers disappeared for a few minutes and came back with her slave. It was a college-age man, body completely hairless, wearing nothing, not even a collar. She led her in. Ally looked at him and felt sorry. He wasn’t the type she would have swooned over in her sorority days. His cock was small, uncut and limp. His hair was a simple mop top. Two of the male writers brought their slaves up, both were women, slightly older, one was fairly chubby and was dressed like Ally, except that she was led in by a leash and made to remain on all fours. The other was slender and dressed in a tattered dress. She looked unkempt and Ally noticed the tuft of hair under her arms where the dress was torn.

A nice mix, she thought. A boy toy, a chunskter and a hippie.

Her Master called the gathering to the living room and introduced Ally. He handed her the binder and said to his friends, “You have all heard about her writing skills, some of you have even read her samples. Now you can hear it all from her. The buffet is ready. Help yourselves and listen away.”

Ally cleared her throat. She was a little unsteady on her feet. She began to read, pausing for water between stories. She paid no attention to the crowd. Some were listening, some were busy tormenting the other slaves. After her eighth story, she was asked to stop by her Master. “Go clean up,” he ordered. She did as she was told. The conversation and wine continued to flow freely. It was close to midnight.

When she finished all she could do at the time, she returned to the living room.

“Well it’s that time,” her Master said, “why don’t we make the presentations.”

All four slaves were made to line up. Numbers were hung from their necks. Ally was 1, the naked man was 2, the chunkster was 3 and the hippie was 4.

One of the women stepped forward with note cards and began speaking, “Number 1 just turned 19. She is fully trained in all forms of entry and moderate watersports. Her threshold for pain is 7 on a scale of 10. She is permanently depilate and we all know about her writing and housekeeping skills.

“Number 2 is your garden variety twink. He is 21. Smooth, scrubbed and easy to use. He accepts all shapes and sizes and can tolerate pain at 8.5.

“Number 3 is 29, shapely but well-maintained. She is also permanently depilate and her pain threshold is 8. She is capable of more than Number 1.

“Number 4 is ragged and unkempt. She is washed but hirsute. Her pain threshold is lower at 6 but she offers more for those with a really creative mind.

“There are 12 of us and we have another 36 hours before we call it a weekend and head home.Each slave will serve up to six individuals or groups, in 4-6 hour shifts.

“Number 1 will pick her task from the bowl.” She held a glass bowl in front of Ally, who picked a folded card. She opened it. It read, “Room A”. There were a few moans from the gathering. Her Master had no reaction. She was led to Room A, which was the shed in the corner of the yard. The inside had been set up appropriately.

She waited. She wondered where the others would end up. A man and a woman entered.

“Please turn around,” the man ordered. Ally did as she was told. He took her arms and secured them behind her back. He put a ball gag around her mouth.He made her lie on her back on the hard bed. The woman unlocked her shorts from the strap and pulled them off her. The man, now naked, climbed on top of her. “We’ll just cut to the chase here,” he said, entering her. While he fucked her, the woman, still clothed, pulled on a strap on and entered the man, butt fucking him. She thrusted, he thrusted harder. He climaxed into the condom and slipped out of Ally. She withdrew from him. He motioned Ally to turn over and get on her knees and bend over. She did. He removed the butt plug from her. The woman mounted her and entered her ass with a slightly smaller strap-on. The man, erect once again, lifted the woman’s skirt and pulled her thong aside and began to lick her asshole furiously. The woman continued until she climaxed. The man was erect and ready to explode so he removed Ally’s gag and made her suck him off. They left the room, leaving Ally there for the rest of the night. A short time later, after Ally had just fallen asleep, she was woken up by the woman who owned the male slave. “My boy is thirsty,” she said to Ally, “Quench his thirst.” She made him lie on the ground as Ally crouched over his mouth. She hadn’t peed in a long time so it wasn’t difficult for her to oblige. She peed into his mouth, he drank every drop and licked the drops from her pussy lips.

“We know how much you like to suck, slit. Our boy here hasn’t had much pleasure of late, so get on your knees and pleasure him,” the woman said.

Ally got down on her knees, her pussy throbbing from the brief licking the slave had given her. She looked at his cock, small, smooth and uncut. Master was uncut too but he was larger, even when limp. She felt sorry for the slave. She flicked her tongue over the tip of his foreskin. His arousal was immediate. She pushed his foreskin back with her mouth and tasted his sensitive glans. A little too sensitive as he immediately shot his load into her mouth. Ally struggled to keep up. It was obvious that he hadn’t cum in weeks.

Surprisingly, the rest of the weekend was tame from Ally’s perspective. Aside from a public spanking and a couple of private blowjobs for her Master, all she did was serve and clean and the cleaning was massive after everyone left after lunch on Sunday. Ally no longer returned to her basement apartment, she now had a small room in the main house. The new school year started the next day.

Ally’s first class was at 10. She left the house at 8 so she could go and buy her books. Master chose her clothes for her: short denim shorts, pink t-shirt, lace bra and cotton panties. Ally slid on a pair of clogs and headed out after blowing him. She had a full day ahead of her. Two morning classes, a three hour shift at the pool and instructions to be home at 5 so she could prepare dinner and wait for Master as he returned from his first day at his new institution.

Someone caught her eye in her 11 o’clock class. After being snubbed by every sorority sister she ran into, Ally was a little upset but in class she couldn’t take her eyes off this slender, slightly tanned girl with long hair and glasses. She was wearing a pair of dark brown short shorts and a tank top. Must be a new foreign student, Ally thought to herself. Certainly someone who would never get into her sorority but then again, Ally had no right to be so judgmental. She tried not to look, forgetting at times that she was a slave who had no control over her own sexual desires. But this girl did throw a few glances and smiles at Ally. When class ended, she walked up to Ally and stuck out her hand, “I’m Narida,” she said, with an accent, “I just transferred here.”

Ally stuttered for a moment, “I’m uh Ally. I’m a sophomore.”

The handshake lingered, “A pleasure, I’m Aussie, been in the States just over two years.”

“Ozzy?” Ally asked, ignorant and sounding ridiculous, “You like, oh wait.” Narida laughed and slowly let go of Ally’s hand, “What time’s your next class? Wanna get lunch?”

“Sure,” said Ally, “I have to work at 1. I know a place that serves quick but we can find a table to chat.”

“Sounds good,” said Narida, walking out of the classroom with Ally.

They ate, laughed and got to know each other very quickly. “You’re not like the girls I used to hang out with,” Ally said, “You’re so normal and down to earth.”

“Thanks,” said Narida.

“And beautiful,” Ally said, feeling a warmth run down her body and a wetness develop between her legs.

Narida shifted in her seat, her foot brushed against Ally’s shin. Ally smiled. “Bummer that I have to be at the pool in 10 minutes,” she said, “Are you free tomorrow? I am free at the same time every day but I work 1-4 MWF and I have class 2:30-4 on Tu/Th.”

“So we can have a longer chat tomorrow?” Narida asked, “Do you live on campus?”

“No off-campus. What about you?”

“I have a single in Stead 7,” referring to the new set of residence halls, “There is a cafeteria in Stead 5 and we can take food to my room.”

“Sounds like a date. I mean, a plan,” said Ally, embarrassed. Narida smiled. “See you tomorrow,” she said, leaning over for a hug. It was a tight hug, one that sent many jolts of electricity through Ally.

For the rest of the day and evening, Ally could not take her mind off Narida. Was she doing the right thing? What if her Master found out? What if Narida found out about her lifestyle?

“Live in the moment,” Ally said to herself, as her Master entered her ass after dinner.

Ally met Narida at the cafeteria. She grabbed a salad and juice while Narida bought a sandwich and soda. She followed Narida to her room. The room was small but clean, nothing like Ally’s freshman dorm room.

They chatted and ate their lunch. It was close to 12:15 when they finished. Narida was sitting cross-legged on her bed. Ally was sitting at the desk. “Come sit next to me,” said Narida, patting the bed. Ally finished her juice and came to the bed. She sat next to Narida who turned to face her.

“I don’t mean to be too bold but may I ask if you are single?” Narida asked, grabbing Ally’s hand.

“I have a boyfriend that I live with,” Ally said, squeezing Narida’s hand.

“And he’d be OK with this?”

“You let me worry about that,” said Ally leaning in to kiss Narida, half-expecting her to pull away. She didn’t. They kissed passionately.

“Bet you like a good spanking,” Narida said, grabbing Ally’s ass as they moved into a lying-down position, facing each other and continuing to kiss.

“I like a lot of things. You’d be surprised,” said Ally, her hand working its way up Narida’s back, under her top, and unsnapping her bra. Narida had already unzipped Ally’s shorts and found its way into her panties. She was rubbing Ally’s smooth pussy. Ally was getting a feel of Narida’s breasts from under her top.

“You always shaved?” Narida asked, pulling Ally’s shorts and panties off.

“Laser,” said Ally, pulling Narida’s top and bra off, exposing her smooth, pert breasts, then leaning in to kiss her nipples. Narida lay back as Ally played with her breasts, her hands stroking her inner thigh and rubbing her panties under her short skirt. “Take it off,” said Ally, sitting up and pulling off her top and bra. Now both were naked.

Ally looked down at Narida’s hairy pussy, something that would have sent her rushing for the door during her sorority days, but now it was something normal, to be appreciated.

“Never shaved,” said Narida, “just a trim.”

“You’re beautiful,” said Ally, positioning herself to lick Narida’s pussy. Ally had no trouble navigating the soft, wet curls and finding Narida’s wet lips and clit. The orgasm was swift and wet and soon Ally was on her back, her knees folded as Narida licked and fingered her smooth pussy. Ally’s orgasm took a while but Narida didn’t seem to mind. They ended the session with a lengthy kissing and caressing fest. Then Ally got dressed, promised to meet for lunch as often as possible and said she looked forward to visiting again on Thursday. She rushed off to class while a naked Narida curled up in her bed and smiled.

While Ally was preparing dinner, her Master came home and retreated to his study. She couldn’t stop thinking about Narida and the amazing time she spent with her that day. The mere thought was getting her so aroused that anyone entering the room would know. She tried to think about something else. Finally, with the table set, she walked into the study to greet him. He didn’t look up from his book. He simply said, “You lied to Narida.”

Ally was shocked. How did he know? Was someone following her?

He continued, “I am not your boyfriend.”

Ally finally mustered the courage to speak, “I can stop seeing her if you wish, Master.”

“No, tell her the truth and invite her to dinner on Friday. Assume the position.”

He put all his energy into spanking her, leaving Ally with a very sore butt that night. The next day, at lunch, she told Narida about her Master, expecting her to freak out and walk away. Instead, Narida said, “So you’re quite kinky, eh. I like that.”

“He wants you to come for dinner on Friday at 6:30,” Ally said, sipping her juice.

“Can I stay the night?”

“That’s probably up to him.”

“He’s not going to fuck me, is he? I’m not into that.”

“He’s pretty particular about where he puts it.”

“Can we still meet tomorrow in my room?” Narida asked, sounding hopeful.

Ally sighed, “Of course.”

When Narida showed up for dinner, Ally greeted her at the door, naked and wearing a collar. Narida was wearing a short summer dress, with simple cotton panties and a generic bra. She had ditched her glasses that evening for contacts and she was carrying a small bag. Ally took the bag from her and led her in, showing her to the living room. She put the bag down and went into the study. “Master, Narida is here,” she said. He said nothing and continued to type on his laptop.

Narida was amused at the dynamic in the house. Ally served them dinner and then ate on the kitchen floor. Her Master engaged Narida in a very pleasant conversation, not saying or asking anything out of the ordinary. After dessert he invited her to the living room where Ally brought him a glass of wine.

“I know everything there is to know about you, Narida,” he said, “We’ll cut to the chase. You can continue your tryst with her and I ask that you spend the weekend with us so you get a true understanding of who you are dating.”

“Sure,” said Narida, sipping her sparkling cider.

“Good, I ask that you remove your clothes, use the facilities if necessary and present yourself on all fours in the center of this room.”

“You’re not allowed to touch me,” Narida said.

“I won’t.” Narida did as she was instructed. She was on all fours. Ally was on all fours right behind her, her face two inches from her pussy. Ally was enjoying the closeness, the smell, the anticipation.

“Lick your lover’s ass, slave,” came the orders. Ally reached in and for the first time she put her tongue on Narida’s asshole, licking it with delight. As she licked, he began to spank her with the leather paddle, the one that hurt the most. Ally groaned and licked more furiously as Narida became more and more aroused. After seven hard strokes, he mounted Ally and began to fuck her in the ass while Ally continued her oral assault on Narida’s butt. Narida was touching her own pussy while balancing herself with one hand. She climaxed just after he did. In the meantime, Ally was dripping wet, her butt was sore and she was full of his cum.

He then ordered the two to go to the shed, where he made Narida wait outside while he shackled Ally and pulled her off the ground so that her toes were barely touching. Ally’s stretched body was taut and her ribs were very visible. He invited Narida in. Narida was a little shocked at the sight of Ally shackled. He handed her a whip.

“She’s yours to flog,” he told her and sat down in the corner.

“I can’t. It’s too much for me,” Narida politely refused.

“Very well,” he said, getting up. He lashed Ally’s tits and stomach. As she tried to flail about, her ankles secured to the ground, her arms secured to a ceiling beam, Ally tried not to cry. He went to work on her back and the back of her legs, leaving no marks, but leaving Ally with hot, red skin.

“Ever been spanked?” he asked Narida.

“Yes but you can’t touch me,” she said.

He brought Ally down and made her get on her knees. He unzipped his pants and held his cock over her open mouth. Narida watched as he didn’t stroke it to hardness or make her suck it. She watched in shock as he peed into Ally’s mouth and she drank every drop.

“Need to pee, Narida?” he asked her.

“I’ll pee into your mouth,” she said with a smirk. Ally crouched nearby, exhausted, aching for Narida’s embrace. If she could bail on him and be with her, she would. It was coming to that already.

“You’ve got some nerve. And look at you, naked in a stranger’s house, refusing to play by the rules,” he said, sounding annoyed, “I could pull out the cage and lock the two of you in there for the weekend, slip you crumbs through the bars.”

“That would be lovely,” said Narida, taking a step towards Ally.

“Maybe you’ll let your friend flog you instead,” he said to Ally, suggesting that Narida take the reins for a while.

“That won’t be necessary,” said Ally and with a quick motion she put one of the cuffs around his ankle. He was too shocked to react. The element of surprise overwhelmed any strength he would ordinarily show. Narida joined in and within seconds, he was shackled and stretched like Ally, with his arms crossed above his head, adding a little more pain than pleasure.

“You’ll be sorry,” he grimaced, as Ally slowly used a pair of scissors to cut his clothes off, leaving some strips dangling over his bare chest and waist, and a pant leg clinging to his calf.Narida handed Ally the leather strap. Ally gently ran it over his limp cock, tempted to give it a hard whack. Since he was pulled taught and his toes barely touched the ground, Ally counted get into his face, but she, in true seductress fashion, ran her tongue down the middle of his torso and stomach and gave the tip of his cock a few flicks, bringing him to an erection.

“Not so fast,” said Narida, taking the strap back from Ally. She went around his back and ran it down his spine. He said nothing at first. Then he looked at Ally, “The price you will pay for this is so steep that you will have no escape, no recourse.”

“Shut the fuck up,” said Narida, bringing the strap down on his butt. His body swayed, his cock waved in Ally’s face. “Ally, locate the strap-on, we’re going to need it soon.”

“A slave never turns on her Master,” he warned.

Narida found a ball gag on the cot. She climbed up the ladder behind him and gagged him. “I said, shut the fuck up!” she growled into his ear.

After she climbed down she took Ally by the waist and said to him, “Now watch how real women make love.”

She began to kiss Ally passionately. Ally was thrilled to be in her arms. Their breasts rubbed against each other and Narida’s hand made its way to Ally’s soaking wet pussy.

He remained immobilized, his cock still erect, craving attention. Narida had Ally leaning over the bed. She was working on her pussy from behind. She had two fingers deep inside her. Ally handed her the strap-on. Narida slipped it on. She looked at him and said, “So pathetic,” and picked up the leather strap and brought it down hard on his cock and balls. He shrieked in pain. She added another shot for good measure. His face turned red.

“We’ll cage you and feed you crumbs after we’re done,” Narida said, sliding the strap-on into Ally’s pussy. After Ally exploded into a massive orgasm, she returned the favor to Narida. They fell asleep on the cot while he grimaced and moaned. They ignored him, preferring to remain in each other’s arms. He drifted in and out of sleep. When Narida woke up, it was close to dawn. She looked over at him and he was asleep. She gave Ally a kiss on the neck and began to work her way around her body, turning her on to her back and sucking on her nipples. Ally moaned and woke up. She smiled as Narida had found her way to her pussy and was licking away. He woke up and let out a loud grunt.

“Oh good morning to you too,” said Narida, looking up at him, “We’ll get to you soon enough,” she said. She changed her position and lowered her pussy on to Ally’s mouth. Now in a 69, they began to lick each other simultaneously. Orgasms followed. They left the shed and went to the house. They brushed their teeth, showered together and ate breakfast. Ally located some useful items for use with him and wearing sheer silk robes, they returned to the shed.

Narida freed his arms, only for a moment as she immediately cuffed them behind his back. “On your knees, slave,” she commanded him. She removed his gag and Ally thrust a straw into his mouth. “Drink it all,” she said. It was a bottle of piss, her’s and Narida’s. He took a deep breath and did. He was very thirsty. Ally had found a packet of grits and mixed it up with some of their piss as well. She fed him large spoonfuls, forcing him to eat it all.

“We’ll have to walk our dog soon,” said Narida, putting a collar and lead on him. She freed his ankles and put a chain on them. “On your feet, slut,” she said, pulling him up. They led him outside into the yard, walking him to a tree. “Do what you have to,” Ally commanded. He crouched, feeling absolutely dejected. They led him to the garden hose and sprayed his face and privates with cold water. “That should do for now,” said Narida. She took the lead and tied him to the back porch, gagging him, just in case he decided to scream for help.

Narida helped Ally gather her things. Ally found the bug in her backpack. She switched it with his. They called Res Life and found Ally a room in Narida’s residence hall. Thankfully, Ally hadn’t followed through on her promise to give him her bank account information. Ally loaded everything into her car. It was getting close to lunch time. Narida had gone out once and given him water. Now it was time to eat and have some more fun with him.

After feeding him another bowl of piss grits and sending him to the bushes, Narida and Ally hosed him down, took him to the shed where they secured his wrists and ankles to a spreader bar and made him bend over the cot.

“My poor Master,” Ally said, finally mustering up the courage to berate him, “Look at you. So vulnerable, so pathetic. What would your mentor say? What would all those sleazy friends of yours in the woods say? Your hooded buddies? Your partners in perversion.” Ally removed her robe and sat cross-legged on the cot. “We could have had something really special. Domination with respect. That’s how it’s done. That’s how it started. Maybe I should take some blame for giving in too easily.”

Narida had stripped and put on the strap-on, the biggest she could find. Ally continued, “Your ass will be a virgin no more after this session. And while Narida does her bit, you will pay respect to my ass with your tongue.” Ally positioned herself, “get to work, slut.” He reached in with his tongue just as Narida pushed hard with the strap-on. He grunted and groaned. Yes, nothing had ever entered there. He did as he was told. He was helpless. After Narida had had enough, she withdrew and shoved the strap-on into his mouth. “Keep it in there until we say so,” she ordered, climbing onto the cot to make out with Ally. After they finished, Ally made him lie on his back. His legs were folded and up in the air thanks to the shackling. His cock was limp.

“Now this would make a good headline, ‘Pervert prof found naked and shackled. No suspects.’,” said Narida, as she squatted over his face, “Reeking of urine,” she added, as she peed all over his face. Then it as Ally’s turn, “Nice knowing you, pervert,” were her last words to him as she peed all over him.

As they got dressed in the house, Narida decided to place a call to one of his friends using his phone, which she placed next to him in the shed. By the time he could articulate what was going on, the girls were gone.

Ally didn’t fear that he would come after her. But what she forgot to do was “unfriend” him on Facebook. He wasn’t very active, never posted so he never showed up on her news fed. But Ally was active so he knew everything that she was up to.

The semester went on. Ally’s romance with Narida was purely sexual and Ally began to crave the domineering hands of a man. She was looking to transfer to a bigger school and finish her double degree in International Development and Education. Narida decided to return to Australia after the semester. They kept in touch. Ally even visited the following summer and hiked and backpacked with Narida, spending days in the bush with her, having a great adventure. Ally graduated with honors and took a two year teaching position in Eastern Europe, with her first assignment in a small village in Slovakia.

He, on the other hand, flourished in his career, got early tenure and set up Ally for her inevitable downfall.

And he was successful.

Ally was arrested at the airport. The security agent pulled out two bags of illegal drugs from her carry-on. She tried to swear her innocence but there was a fingerprint match. He was smart. He had her prints all over his house. He saved them and transferred and had someone plant the bags in her bag as she flew out to her new gig.

The agent pointed to a sign, “Drug smugglers will be sentenced to a minimum of 5 years hard labor per kg of drugs smuggled.” Ally had four kilos with her. 20 years.

She was taken to a holding cell in the airport and stripped naked. A female agent searched her thoroughly, leaving her humiliated in a small room. She crouched on the floor and sobbed uncontrollably. Finally, they came to get her. Still naked, she was tightly shackled and escorted out a back door, out of sight of other passengers, placed in a van, and driven in the dark to what she thought was a jailhouse.

She had fallen asleep in the van. She was roughly dragged out and led in the dark to a building and placed in a small room with a wooden board on the floor and a hole in the ground. A small sink provided some water.

A plate of food was waiting for her. She ate. She drank a bottle of water. She waited. A bright light remained on.

Then the door opened. “Hi slut, remember me?”

It was him. The last thing she remembered was the poke of a needle in her arm. Then it all went dark.

When she came around she was staring at bright lights. Her arms had been pulled behind her and secured to a chain that dangled from the ceiling. Her legs were spread apart, as wide as they would go. Her ankles were secured. Her body was bent forward. She was drenched in sweat. She was hungry and thirsty.

Then she heard him speak. She couldn’t see him. The lights were right on her face.

“It was so easy to lay the trap for you. One stupid oversight. You never removed me from you Facebook friend list. And now here we are. We are going to have a little chat. If you are truthful, it won’t hurt at all. Now tell me, how can we find that hairy Aussie bitch?”

“I have her e-mail address. That’s all,” said Ally, and immediately the chain tightened, yanking her arms up. “Owwww,” she screamed. A jet of frigid water blasted onto her face. She felt like she was going to drown though she managed to quench her thirst in the process. When the water stopped she was gulping and gasping for air.

“Like she will respond, you stupid whore,” he yelled, flicking a leather strap right under her, catching her pussy square in the middle. Ally yelped in pain.

“Again, where can we find her?”

“I don’t know. She finished her studies. Last she said she was going to travel around Europe for a while,” Ally sobbed.

“Europe is such a fucking small place,” he said. Another blast of cold water hit her, this time on her pussy.

“You are ungrateful, entitled, self-centered. You are a worthless piece of trash who deserves the worst,” he yelled, deftly lashing her pussy three more times and then landing several blows across her dangling tits. He then placed metal clamps on her nipples. Ally noticed wires attached to them.

“No, please no,” she begged.

“Your tits are small enough. It will pass right through them,” he said, fiddling with a switch. The mere sound was making Ally twitch, each struggle pulled her arms tighter and higher. She peed all over the floor in fear.

“Where you go from here is totally up to you. Naked hostess to Russian diplomats, harem whore to a depraved Sultan, a cage in a special zoo, who knows. Your fate is in your hands. Of course, I could just take you home with me but that would be too easy,” he said, flicking the switch loudly. Ally expected a massive, painful jolt and got none. Was he bluffing or was there another switch?

She felt a tube snake up her butt. She felt water being pumped into her. It was painful. She felt bloated, ready to explode. The tube was withdrawn and she was plugged. Ally was sweating. She heard him laugh. He lashed her pussy hard. He lashed her tits. He flipped the switch many times, still bluffing. He blasted her face with cold water. Ally tried to push the plug out. She was delirious. She screamed. She begged. She sobbed. She was hysterical.

The plug was removed. She exploded, gushing out. She heard the hose running. The room was washed down, her body was washed down. The clamps remained, the chains remained, she remained in place. The lights remained on.

When he returned, he gave her some water to drink. After that, he posed one question to her, “Why did you betray me?”

“We were just having fun. We got carried away. I am sorry,” Ally said softly.

“A slave who turns the tables on her Master deserves no respect. You are slowly finding that out.”

Momentarily emboldened, Ally said, “I never got any respect.”

Ally felt two needles jab her, one in each thigh. She didn’t pass out this time but she felt oddly excited.

“We will track down your friend and bring her here,” he continued, “You two can share a tiny cramped space, soak in each other’s filth. You are useless to us, unless of course, you make an important decision now.”

“What?” Ally said, a little jittery now.

“Get on the auction block.”

Even before she could respond, she was freed from her shackles and hustled out of the room. She then found herself in a cell with several others, a few she recognized from the holiday misadventure. No one made eye contact. Ally found the water fountain and drank copious amounts from it. She was shaking, sweating, feeling funny overall. Her hand found its way to her pussy as she began to touch herself, much to the others’ horror. “Stop that,” one said. “I can’t,” Ally said, panting. The hormones were raging, she was delirious, on the verge of a massive orgasm when the door flew open and a leather belt came down on her, multiple times. The others moved aside as he struck her over and over again. Ally slumped to the ground, cowering, now in pain, her ecstasy forgotten. He pulled her up and led her out. She found herself pushed through a curtain onto a small wooden stage. The lights were bright. She was on display. She didn’t know who was watching.

He spoke, “22. Once trained. Capable of betrayal again. Needs a solid fixing. Lasered 3 years back. The bidding starts at 100 units.”

There were several bids. Different accents. Then he spoke, “1800 units. Going once. Going twice. Sold to Bidder 43. You may claim immediately.” He put a hood over Ally and secured her wrists behind her. “Congratulations,” he told the man who was on stage now, “If she disappoints I will take her back and refund you.”

Ally found herself in the hold of a ship, chained to a pipe.The hood had been removed, her wrists were secured in front of her. They sailed for days. They gave her a flatbread twice a day and jug of water each day.

There were several men on the ship. Each one got his turn with her. Once in a while they hosed her cum covered body down. They made her rinse her mouth with the strongest mouthwash possible as she had to blow many of them daily. A few hours of rest and the pattern repeated itself each day.

After the ship docked she was hooded and placed in the back of a van. She was strapped to a gurney. She felt needles enter her. Then it all went dark.

In the meantime, he went on a search for Narida. Ally had provided little to no leads so he contacted some well-connected European friends who knew people in higher places. He thought about an entrapment plan but then, something caught his eye that changed everything.

He was looking at a story buried deep inside a local newspaper, “Aussie sentenced to die for drug smuggling.” He read on. It was about Narida. How ironic. Here he had Ally framed with fake drugs and now her partner in crime was caught with the real deal. The story was fast-moving. Narida had been arrested at an airport in Cambodia and immediately sentenced to death. She was expected to be executed any day now. The Australian government was no longer bothered with these cases as there had been so many in recent years. He made a phone call. Narida’s only hope was a clemency order from the King. He was determined to make that work and then make her pay him back.

While Ally underwent extensive treatment at a private clinic, where she drifted in and out of consciousness as she as pumped with vitamins, hormones and stimulants and her body was cleansed of the recent adventures, he left for Cambodia. After a private audience with the King, he left for the prison, clutching an envelope that held Narida’s ticket to servitude. She would have a choice: die or serve him.

Once her execution date had been set (she didn’t know), she was moved from the main prison and driven to the depths of the jungle where she was placed in a special cell for the condemned. Stripped naked, her wrists and ankles were shackled and she was placed in a 3x3 cell. They fed her sticky rice balls in bowls of water while they awaited the final order. Narida had resigned herself to her fate.

When they came to get her, she didn’t resist. As they led her down a muddy trail to the gallows, one of the soldiers received a phone call. After he finished the conversation, he ordered his colleague to continue escorting her. Narida was positioned for hanging, the noose was placed around her neck, a hood was placed over her head.The countdown began. She began to cry. The countdown stopped.

“We meet again,” he said. She recognized the voice. The hood was removed. “You have a choice. I am holding your clemency order in my hand. Come with me and I will give you a new life. Decline and they’ll pull the lever. Your call.”

Death or him. The latter meant a lifetime of degradation, humiliation and subjugation. The former would end it all. The latter meant the chance of being with Ally again. If he went through the trouble to come after her, he must have gone after Ally too.

Narida said nothing. The countdown started over. As it progressed from 20 to 0, she yelled out at 5, “I’ll take the deal!”

Within hours she was on a flight out of the country. He was sitting next to her. They didn’t speak to one another for the entire flight. Once they reached their destination, he picked up his car at the airport and drove back to his house. At his house, he showed Narida to the guest room, allowing her time to herself. “We’ll talk in the morning,” he said, “Get some rest. You’re doing to need it.”

Ally’ rehabilitation ended. She felt stronger and calmer. She was glad to be walking around again. She was sitting in the chair, eating cereal when she was instructed to shower and get dressed. She was glad to be out of the hospital gown and into something more pleasant. “Where am I going?” she asked the nurse. The nurse said nothing. She led her to a waiting car with blackened windows. She couldn’t see the driver. It was a two hour drive. Ally figured she was back in the US given the things she noticed in the hospital room. Was the auction a bluff? Was she en route to his house?

Meanwhile, Narida underwent a thorough medical checkup at the house. Everything came back normal. After the nurse had left, he read her the riot act.

“You will serve at my pleasure. This is supervised release. A special arrangement for which I am grateful to a close friend. Should you betray me or disobey me in any way, I will return you to the Cambodian Embassy and they will take you to Cambodia to finish your sentence, which really means a trip to the gallows from the airport.

“Ally will be here soon. The two of you now work in my publishing company. The workload is massive. There is also housework to be done. You will earn privileges based on your performance. You will lose privileges based on your performance. The only things I guarantee are sufficient food and water. Maybe someday you will have pleased me enough to return to the guest room, fully clothed, and have access to the bathroom. Let me show you to your new room.”

Narida had taken advantage of the shower that morning, scrubbing herself until the water ran cold. She even made use of the razor, shaving her legs and underarm, both had been neglected for weeks while she backpacked and eventually ended up in prison. She was happy to be alive but very wary to be with him. She couldn’t wait to see Ally.

Once they reached the basement, Ally’s old apartment, he stopped her at the door and made her get down on her knees. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. Narida did not react.

“You will learn to appreciate this,” he said, “You will worship this. Ever sucked one?”

“Once,” said Narida, trying not to cringe but she knew that she had to do as he said or he would send her away.

“You do as I say, always,” he said, “I can not only recreate your last jail cell, I can send you away with one phone call.” He was stroking himself, inches from her face, and then he put his cock back inside. “I’ll save that thought for later.”

He opened the door to the apartment. It had undergone a complete renovation in recent years and it served as suite of dungeons and play areas. Narida’s “office” was a 6x6 room with a concrete floor. A hole existed where the toilet would normally sit. A hose was connected to the plumbing where a sink would be. A gallon jug of water sat in a corner. On the floor was a stack of manuscripts and four red pens. “Proofread these,” he said, “I’ll bring you some items shortly.”

Narida sat down on the hard floor and picked up the first manuscript. She had a job now. One that would keep her alive.

Meanwhile, Ally arrived. Before she was allowed out of the car, she was hooded and cuffed. She was led to the basement and placed in a room. No one said anything. She didn’t know where she was. A pair of scissors was used to cut her dress off her. Her bra was cut off and her panties were cut as well. She was put in ankle chains. An unfamiliar, recorded voice spoke after the door was shut, “Remove your hood.”

Ally took her hood off. Her room was identical to Narida’s. Windowless, solid concrete, a light that burned constantly. Same plumbing, same water jug. But no reading.

Naked and shackled, Ally drank water, peed and waited. She heard no sounds until a slot opened under the steel door and a brown packet was pushed in. She opened the packet. There was a toothbrush, a tube of toothpaste, a small bar of soap, a washcloth. There was a note that read, “Fill drinking water jug with hose. Drink at least 2 gallons every three days.”

She was made to wait. The only “action” she saw for the first several days was the slot opening and her food being delivered in a steel bowl that had a chain attached so it could be removed and refilled.

Her meals came every six hours: every meal included a slice of white bread and four dates. Rotating through the day were half a banana, a boiled egg, a cheese wedge and a small yogurt.

Then one night, while she was asleep, the recorded voice ordered her to get up and put on her hood. She did. She was removed from the cell, groggy and taken to another part of the basement. Was she really with him, she thought. Her shackles were removed and she was tied to two pillars, arms and legs outstretched. Her hood was lifted a little and she was gagged.

She endured a whipping, up and down her back and butt, across her breasts and on her pussy. The gag was removed, she was returned to her cell, shaking, aching and in tears.