Author: Maso Slave Cunt
Title: A New Life
Part: Chapter 1
Summary: Michelle has dreamed of becoming a slave to a powerful man, but things turn far darker then she expected
Keywords: Mf, ff, bd, best, fist, sad, scat, sm, tort, ds,

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction, featuring brutal and dehumanizing treatment of underage people. It is in no way meant to reflect reality or condone any illegal course of action. If brutal torture, body modification, and slavery are not your cup of tea, you may wish to move on.

Michelle gave the cab driver the last of her money, and hopped out of the taxi, looking down the gravel road into the woods before her, ground thick with autumn leaves, trees red and gold. This was the right address, she was sure. She began to walk briskly down the path, flip-flops flapping under her feet. As the trees surrounded her, she felt her nipples begin to harden in apprehension, and excitement, rubbing against the fabric of her top. She bit her lower lip; this was the right decision, she knew it.
Half a mile in, around a bend, the house appeared. It was clearly old, a two story brick construction that looked like it was built at least a century ago. There was nothing to suggest what was inside; out front at least. She faltered, suddenly uncertain, at actually seeing the place, but steeled herself and marched purposely forward. She made her way up the steps, took a deep breath. This was it.
She rang the doorbell.

She kept her eyes lowered as the door swung open, her hands clasped behind her back, taking deep breaths. This was the point of no return. Fifteen years old, she had run away from home, left all of her possessions behind, left her life behind, taken a bus for eight hours just to get here. Just to do this.
As he stepped into view, she resisted the urge to look up, seeing only his thick boots and black slacks. She was noticeably trembling as he extended a strong hand, gripped her chin, lifted her face to meet his gaze. Behind his rimless glasses she saw power, a man who knew her, who saw right through her, and it scared her.
"Hello there girl"
She gasped slightly.
"Hello there Sir" she responded.
"You're right on time. Impressive"
"Thank you Sir"
He dropped her chin, and she looked down again immediately, trying to compose herself.
"Do you want to come in girl?" he asked softly.
"If you want me to Sir"
"Good answer." he smiled
"Now, take off those flip-flops, girl, hand them to me" he ordered. She bent quickly, reflexively, took them off, put them in his outstretched hands. The wood of his porch was cold beneath her feet.
"And take off that top girl"
This time she hesitated, her arms only moving halfway. Was he serious? Out here?
The sudden slap across her face sent her reeling, snapped her out of it. Eyes stinging, she rapidly lifted her top over her head, handed it to him, exposing her perky young breasts to the cool autumn air. Shivering, she reflexively reached up to cover herself, but before her arms were halfway there he slapped her again, sending her head back the other way. He grabbed her arms, forced them down to her side.
"You have no modesty before me anymore." he asserted. She nodded, breath catching in her chest, breasts heaving slightly.
"Now finish things off girl, take off the skirt" He released her arms
With no hesitation this time her short skirt came down around her ankles and into his hands. exposing her waxed young cunt. She stood completely naked now, cold, face turning red, body flushing. She could sense his gaze as he looked up and down her body, taking in her pale skin, her brown hair hanging past her neck, her round little tits, her flawless young cunt.
"On hands and knees girl"
She awkardly dropped slowly to her knees, then onto her hands, blushing even harder. He frowned down at her slightly.
"Crawl around to my back door girl. I want you kneeling there waiting for me."
She froze, mind racing. Crawl around back? The door slammed suddenly in her face, leaving her kneeling on his porch. There was no-one around, but she still felt vulnerable and exposed, completely naked outside like this. Some part of her fought loudly against what she was doing; told her to just run away now. But her submissive instincts took over and she turned and crawled down off of the porch, barely able to believe her own behavior.
She winced as she began moving over the gravel, as it dug painfully into her palms and knees. Every breeze that came made her gasp slightly, as it caressed her pale flesh. Around back she went, hands stinging. He had something of a yard in back, a clearing before the woods,, overgrown with weeds and a broken fence, and the grass felt much better on her limbs. There were a few worn wooden sheds towards the back and a newer fenced in area, she glanced at them as she crawled around, dirt scuffing on her hands and knees.
She saw the back door right away and crawled to it, still shivering in the breeze, body flushed red with humiliation...and arousal. She couldn't deny how wet her pussy was, crawling around outside like a dog. Shame fought with desire inside her; she knew her behavior was unusual and bizarre, but things felt so right within her heart like this.
Sitting on hands and knees on the concrete stop, staring at the door, she hoped desperately that he would open up, let her inside. Minutes crept by, and she sat on her haunches, certain that any moment the door would swing open. But the minutes kept passing.
A quarter of an hour later and the little naked girl was starting to get scared. She felt incredibly vulnerable, exposed, out in the open and there was still no sign of him. Had he forgotten about her, had he just decided to leave her out here? She shivered, squatting with her legs spread, squirming. For a moment she considered crawling back around the front, see if she could get in there, but she pushed the thought down. Total obedience, that was what she was supposed to have. She would hate herself if she disappointed him so soon, she was already beating herself up over the hesitation earlier.
The time crept close to an hour, and the deep, irrational fear kept growing inside her. She focused on one spot on the door, muscles aching, trying not to think. And time crept on.
Three hours later and twilight was just beginning to fall. He opened the door suddenly, looking down at her. She was curled up like a sleeping puppy on the concrete step, eyes bleary and half closed, and she was completely unprepared for the swinging boot that sank into her exposed stomach, sending her back off the step. Her scream was short as tears filled her eyes and she lay on the ground, clutching her abdomen. He stepped forward, leaned down, grabbed her hair and yanked her up.
"What the fuck was that?" he asked.
She looked up at him in confusion, eyes still red.
"Lying down? Did I say you could lie down? I ordered you back here, and I expected you to be kneeling in your position when I came for you!"
"B-but you were taking..." she tried to get out. Three sharp slaps to the face snapped her head left, right and left again, as she hurriedly shut up.
"I don't care how long I took! You were to be in position! Just newly arrived, and I'm already disappointed in you girl."
She tried to control herself, remind herself that this was what she came for, to lose herself, to be subsumed in the will of another. He was right, he had to be right, she had messed up.
"Yes Sir" she let out meekly.
He reared back and kicked her in the stomach again, smiling slightly as she bowled over backwards, lying flat on the grass, doubled up in pain. He stepped out and planted his boot on her belly, pressing her to the dirt. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes, body flushed.
"You're really going to do this, aren't you?" he looked down at her with amusement. "You've really just run away from home to hand your life entirely over to a man you met on the internet."
She nodded slightly, eyes wide.
He laughed slightly. "Alright then, lets get you broken in." He lifted his foot from her stomach and stood back. She lay there, shivering on the ground, immobile, staring up at the sky. Inside, she was fighting with herself, arguing constantly. This is insane! part of her said, you can't do this! She quashed it down and forced herself to roll over, struggling to her hands and knees. He smiled down at her, and gestured to the open door.
She crawled slowly forward, small breasts swinging just slightly, and he delivered a sharp kick to her ass for good measure. She was thrown forward onto the dirt, but quickly hauled herself up. He smiled, and followed slowly after her.

He slammed the door sharply behind them and she jumped slightly, eyes adjusting to the gloom. The back room was tiny and filthy, a few coats hanging on the rack, several pairs of muddy boots on a tray on the floor. He pulled open a door to her left and ushered the crawling girl into the kitchen. She blinked in the light and looked around; it was clearly old like the rest of the house, the linoleum colorful but faded, the cabinets of dark wood. Standing in front of the sink, head lowered, hands clasped behind her back was the most beautiful girl that she had ever seen, asian, with long black hair and pale flawless skin, her body entirely hairless and unblemished. She had a thick leather collar around her neck, with a large metal ring hanging from the front, and similar cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Michelle gasped slightly as she noticed that there were also small gold rings piercing her nipples and clit.
"Slave, this is the new girl." he said.
The girl at the sink nodded silently, otherwise motionless.
"I am preparing her. You will continue the dishes, and then begin on dinner."
She nodded again and turned around, picking up a dishtowel and resuming her scrubbing. He walked past her through another doorway, gesturing for Michelle to follow, and she crawled after, still in awe of the girl she had just seen.
"That was Slave" he said as he led her down the hall, pulling open a thick wooden door and revealing steps descending to the basement below. "She's sixteen years old, she's been with me for four of them, and she was trained as the perfect slave from birth. She cooks, cleans, and serves me utterly; I truly doubt if an independent thought has ever crossed her mind. If I ordered her to kill herself, there would be no hesitation."
He smiled back at her as they began their descent, "you don't believe me? I once gave her a fake knife, with a retracting blade, and told her to stab herself through the heart. She immediately complied, and when she realized that she couldn't, her sobbing was uncontrollable. The shame of being unable to obey me devastated her."
Michelle was shivering now, half from the cold of the basement, and half from the terrifying realization that she had probably just handed a complete psychopath control of her life. They reached the bottom of the steps in pitch darkness, until he pulled open another door to her right and gestured her through, into a small, dingy room. The concrete floor was rough and unfinished, and a buzzing fluorescent light cast a sickening glow over everything. The only contents of the room were a workbench with drawers against one wall, and a large flat table with a metal top in the very center. He patted the table, looking down at the naked girl, and she crawled and hoisted herself onto it, heart pounding at her ribs, a sense of unreality over the whole thing. She wasn't really here, was she?
"Lie down on your back", he ordered, and she complied, spreading her arms and legs. He walked swiftly around her, grabbing her arms and legs and strapping them to the surface with special leather straps. Her chest heaved as she felt herself being strapped down, her nipples rock hard, her pussy sopping. She squirmed slightly, and he smiled.
He walked over to the bench, lifted up a gleaming ring gag, and brought it back to her. "Open wide." She obeyed, opening her mouth as far as she could, and he fitted the gag inside, securing the leather strap around the back of her head. She ran her tongue around the steel, shifting her jaw experimentally, it was the first gag she'd ever worn.
He leaned over her, casting his eyes over her face and body, reaching down and caressing her soaked cunt with a few fingers. She moaned slightly and tried to force her hips off the table towards his hand, and he slipped a few fingers inside her tight hole. With the other hand he grabbed her left nipple, kneading it roughly and she gasped and squirmed more.
"So you want to be mine do you? To live like slave upstairs, serving me and pleasuring me peacefully forever?"
She nodded franticly.
He smiled viciously and pulled out of her cunt, suddenly driving a fist down into her stomach. She screamed around the gag and thrashed, trying to curl up as her stomach was pummeled for the third time.
"Well unfortunately for you, I already have slave for that. I don't need another servant like her. What I do need however, is a pain slut. Someone to take out my vicious urges on, someone to torture and humiliate. How does that sound, hm?"
She shook her head quickly, "No no no" behind the gag, that wasn't at all what she wanted. He pounded on her stomach three more times, each fist sinking into her young flesh as she screamed. "I'm sorry, what was that?"
Tears streaming down her cheeks she continued to shake her head, she didn't want to hurt like this, never did, this wasn't what he'd said, what he'd talked about. What was he doing?
"I'm sorry, I'm still not understanding you." He grabbed each nipple and a wad of breast in each hand, and pulled them to either side, flexing his muscles, as her eyes rolled back, sure that he was going to rip her tits right off. Something inside her snapped and she began to nod franticly, hoping that he would stop, that he would just stop and leave her alone, just end the pain. He released her tits and stepped back, watching her sobbing form thrash slightly on the table. "Thats better."
He grabbed something from the table and walked around behind her head, lifting it off the table awkwardly. She was still crying, her stomach and tits in great pain. "Your life with me will be interesting. Sometimes I will give you pleasure, merely because it amuses me." He clasped a thick metal hinged collar around her neck and clicked it shut.
"Other times, more frequently, I will hurt you. Merely because it amuses me." He grabbed a welding torch from the bench and flared it up. He carefully pushed her head away from the seam and began to run the torch up it, sealing the two sides of the collar permanently together. Flipping the torch off, he pulled on the collar experimentally, and satisfied, grabbed another small metal cuff and moved down to her left wrist.
"Feel that collar? That collar is permanent. Its never going to come off. Ever." he snapped the cuff in place and began to weld it together as well. His words penetrated the haze of pain in her mind, and she began to struggle mindlessly again, forgetting herself. Permanent? Yes, she had wanted to live here forever, but not like this. "Pease...no!" she coughed out through her gag. He glared at her briefly and resumed his work, moving around to each limb in turn.
When each ankle and wrist was done, he set the torch aside and grabbed a long needle. He wiped it down with an alcohol swab, then with one hand pulled one of her nipples out from her breast and lined the needle up carefully. She continued to thrash and shake her head, and when he rammed the needle through her flesh her scream echoed off of the confined of the room. Ignoring her, hand steady, he fished a small steel ring half an inch in diameter out of his pocket. There was a thin gap in it, and he worked it awkwardly through her nipple, ignoring how it tore slightly at her flesh, threading it through. With the torch he quickly melted the gap away, and moved onto the next nipple.
After her nipples he moved a few feet down and slipped a few fingers inside her cunt, working her clit visible. She began to scream "Nonononononono" as he lined the bloody needle up again and as it went through she arched her back and screamed until her throat burned. Utterly unmoved, he fed a similar ring through her sensitive clit.
Her labia were next, each lip, outer and inner, pierced with four larger rings, three quarter inch in diameter. He used another alcohol swab to wipe away the traces of blood around her new piercings, the burning eliciting more shrieks.
He forced a few fingers inside her open mouth and grabbed her tongue, dragging it out past her lips as she gagged slightly. Almost finished, he stabbed the needle vertically near the tip of her tongue and forced a thin barbell through the new hole, screwing a cap on the end, ignoring the blood streaming back into her mouth. As he released her tongue, the barbell prevented it from retracting inside her mouth.
"We're almost done. How do these feel?" He jangled the rings in her labia, experimentally. She moaned, head to the side, eyes closed. "Thats good."
"I'll be back briefly," he cast over his shoulder as he stepped outside. She lay limply, spikes of pain all over her body. She just wanted this nightmare to end, to have the life she wanted. This wasn't the kind of slavery she was thinking of when she threw her life away. But her life was thrown away, her piercings and cuffs and collar were permanent forever. There was no way she could ever go back.
He returned wheeling a small cart, and she craned her head to see. A bucket of glowing coals was being pushed in, with several metal rods sticking from it. In her delirious state it took her a minute to figure out what was going on, but when it hit her, the horror filled her with revulsion, and she began to thrash franticly.
He pulled one of the irons from the heat and held it in front of her face. It was a five pointed star, nearly three inches tall. He pressed a hand to her sternum and held her down, and with no emotion on his face he aligned the star carefully so the center fit around her aureole and pressed it down into her breast. She screamed and arched her back and flailed, but his force kept her chest from moving as her flesh sizzled and fried. Her bowels released, and shit and piss spewed from her holes; he looked down at it distastefully. He pulled it away and shoved the iron back in the coals, inspecting the mark. The flesh beneath was black and seared. He flicked it with a thumbnail and she screeched sharply again. Satisfied, he grabbed the same brand and pressed it similarly to her other breast, oblivious to her echoing cries.
The next iron was a small triangle, an inch in height, with another triangle inscribed inside it. This one was placed directly above her cunt, with the lower tip of the triangle just touching on her clit, amid much screaming and writhing in her bonds. Swiftly he unbound her ankles and lifted her legs, pushing her lower body up and exposing her ass. The brand for her left ass-cheek was a circle with his initials, three inches in diameter.
"We're almost finished," he whispered as he strapped her down again, lying in her own excrement. "Just one more."
He pulled the final iron from the coals. In inch high letters, it read "CUNT". Acting with no hesitation, he pressed it directly to her forehead, holding it down until the word was embedded forever on her face. Her screams were inaudible by this point, voice completely shot, muscles flexing as she fought at her restraints.
He smiled and stepped back, grabbing a large mirror from next to the bench and slotting it into a special holder in the ceiling so that it faced down on her. Shoving the iron back in the bucket, he wheeled it out again and closed the door behind him, leaving her a while to reflect on her new body.

End of Chapter 1

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