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 Training Tina

   I thought readers might want to take a break away from Robert for a
while and read something a little different.  So, here it is.  This is a
story about a girl that goes by Tina.  She thinks she knows what S&M is all
about.  A man named Scott abducts her and shows her how wrong she really
is.

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   (Ped, Mf, nc, ws, toys, bd, best, enem, tort) Note: Not all of these
things are in this first section of the story.  Plus, the overall story
also has very minor aspects of MM and scat.

   By The Devil's Advocate

   1.

   "What the fuck?" Scott said to himself when he seen the little girl.

   Scott was exiting an S&M club in Los Angeles, California.  Not only does
a girl this age have no business being at this location but it was even
past 10 p.m.  Scott looked around as he continued past the little girl
toward his car.  Surely this is some kind of joke, he thought to himself.

   Scott got into his car and sat watching the girl.  All kinds of thoughts
ran through his 46-year-old balding head as he watched her just standing
there.

   At first he thought maybe it was indeed a joke.  But as he looked around
he saw absolutely nothing but empty vehicles.  He started to wonder if some
fucked up parent might have actually brought their kid to the bar.  If they
did then they were probably high.  It was around 10 p.m.  so traffic in and
out of the bar would be extremely low right now.  However, in an hour or so
a gradual flow of folks would start filing out.

   The bar stayed open well into the night, but many of the more hard-core
tops were not there for just drinks.  They came looking for fresh meat. 
Scott was one of those hard-core folks and knew the routine very well.  You
go in around 9 p.m., share some recent stories with other tops, then start
looking for a fresh submissive...  or two.  It was rather easy to find a
submissive and leave with them by midnight.

   Hell, you could probably do this by 10 p.m.  if you were in a major
hurry.  But it was always best for the hard-core tops to pump a few drinks
into the subs first.  The drinks were not just to help get them out the
door.  A lot of the dominate tops like Scott liked to cover their ass by
having the submissives sign contracts.  The drunker the sub was the less
likely they would read the fine print or want to add restrictions to it. 
Plus, the booze made them a little more manageable until you could get them
home and chained up.

   Many of these subs often just wanted to be tied up and fucked a little.
While this could be fun, a hard-core top like Scott preferred to go a lot
further than that.  This meant pumping lots of alcohol into them.  If you
didn't do this then the subs would back out the second they started reading
the contract.  You could of course trick them into following and then force
them completely against their will, but if you did this then you better
plan on keeping them long term...  or at least until they are fully
trained. But this can be risky as hell.  To take this kind of risk the
submissive would really have to be extra special.

   There were some submissives that most tops would consider special enough
to take that risk.  However, most of these really special submissives of
course normally arrived and left with friends or spouses.  That is because
these subs were often fucking gorgeous and knew it.  However, most of these
were also not hard-core subs, nor were their "owners" if they had one. 
Hell, for most of these folks S&M was just a game they played while in the
club.  Something to get them excited for later that night when they got
home.  Scott doubted that many of these folks even did minor S&M
role-playing at home.

   That said, he would have loved to get one of these "special submissives"
in his clutches.  He would show them what S&M was really about.  However,
he could count on one hand how many of these gorgeous submissives actually
left with a hard-core top like himself.  And of those, he never seen a
single one return for a second helping.  He never seen any cops visiting
the place flashing photos of these submissives, so Scott was pretty sure
they probably just got scared away.

   Still, he often got hard thinking about the possibility that one or two
of these submissives never returned because they were still locked against
their will in someone's basement.  He found this a bit unlikely though. 
Half of the fun of having a slave of this sort is showing them off and
sharing them.  Even if the submissive was held against their will at first,
it wouldn't take but a month or two of training before you could take them
back out into public with no fears of them trying to escape.

   Anyway, if the little girl's parents were inside the club then she had
to belong to one of these "pretend" S&M couples.  The parents were either
literally on crack or simply so stupid that they had no clue that some of
the folks in this club didn't think of S&M as just some type of dress up
game.

   Scott had come out to his car simply to grab a stack of photos.  The
hard-core tops were a lot like a small club of sorts.  They normally only
sat around talking at the bar for an hour, but during that time they liked
to joke and brag about recent conquests.  Half the stuff they said of
course was just total bullshit.

   Someone would say something outlandish and everyone else would either
believe them or dismiss it as just a made up story.  Of course, often
people would say the person was full of shit.  This was almost always
followed by the person claiming they had photos or video out in their car.

   Normally everyone would just say something like, "Yeah, right", and the
issue would be dropped.  However, whenever Scott claimed he had photos they
almost always said, "Yeah, show us".  They said this not because they
didn't believe him but because when Scott said he had photos out in the car
they knew he actually did.  And, they wanted to see them.  This was just
such a night.

   Scott took his eyes off the little girl long enough to dig through a
small box of photos he kept under the passenger seat.  He kept this box of
photos in the car just for this reason.  Bragging, after all, was half the
fun.

   Photos in the car were only of his more recent or bazaar conquests. 
Therefore, it didn't take him long to find what he was looking for.  He
currently had a total of 11 packets of photos in the box, each of a
different submissive.  He opened the packet of the one in question and
started going through them.

   This submissive was one that almost every one of his "friends" had taken
home from the club at least once.  While Scott and most of his friends
preferred women, this submissive was actually a male.  His name was Doug
but they all called him Doggy or The Dog, depending on if they were talking
directly to him or just about him.

   In Scott's circle, if you called someone something like "The Dog" you
normally were implying they were fully trained and could be made to do
nasty things, etc.  This wasn't the case with Doug.  Doug was clearly into
the S&M scene but only on the light end of it.  Scott and his friends only
noticed the guy because Doug was looking for a dominate female.  This
wasn't all that unusual, but for some reason one of Scott's more bisexual
oriented friends thought he would try to have some fun with Doug.

   That had been over 3 months ago but everyone could remember that night
as though it happened just yesterday.  Everyone was practically rolling on
the floor laughing all night as they watched their friend trying to pick
Doug up.  It was one of the rare nights where they all stayed long past
midnight and late into the morning.  Watching their friend make a fool of
himself was well worth it.

   To everyone's amazement, their friend actually managed to get Doug to
leave with him.  However, the next time they all met at the club their
friend admitted that he didn't get far with Doug.  Doug was in the club
that night also though so another of Scott's friends decided he would try
to see if he could get further.  And that is how it pretty much began. 
Every time Doug showed up one of them would step up to plate and see if
they could score a home run.  Even tops like Scott, who preferred women,
would take their turn.  Doug would never sign a contract but several of
them did get him to leave with them.

   The name "Doggy" of course was derived from his actual name.  However,
they decided to start calling him this so it was clear to everyone,
including Doug, that they collectively "owned" him.  "Own" of course isn't
really the right word.  Pursuing him was probably a better description. 
They liked the way it embarrassed Doug and also sent a message to everyone
else to keep their hands off him.

   This prior week had been Scott's turn at The Dog.  It was actually his
third turn.  Scott failed to get Doug to leave with him on his first try 2
months ago.  About a month ago he did get Doug to leave with him but Scott
made less progress than all his other friends.

   On that second try he ended up just having Scott jack him off in the
parking lot.  One of his other friends had not only managed this feat but
actually gotten Doug to stay the night with him.  Though, it had required
so much alcohol that Doug passed out shortly after getting to his friend's
house.  His friend claimed he got Doug naked and even a plug up the guy's
ass before he passed out.  There were photos but it was impossible to
verify whether Doug had passed out before or after the plug had been
inserted.

   All of these guys pursuing him must have finally gotten to Doug.  Or, it
must have at least made him think about what he was actually after.  It is
also possible he just decided to give up on his hopes of finding a female
dom and just settle for a male.  Regardless of the reason, Doug decided he
would just give in to the next dominant male that approached him.  Scott
just happened to be the lucky SOB whose turn was up that night.

   Of course, Scott played it up as though he had been the one to "seduce"
Doug and change his mind on the subject.  None of his friends believed him
of course.  Scott wasn't surprised.  Especially considering how
non-enthusiastic Scott was about the whole "Doug" game.  Sure, it was funny
as hell when his friends were in the hot seat but just embarrassing when
his turn came up.

   It would have been different if he was more interested in males.  At
least then he would have something beyond bragging rights to look forward
too.  Plus, he would have a lot more ammo to work with.  His "gayer"
friends had a huge advantage over him because they, well, had more
experience with picking up guys.

   In addition, they were willing to do things with other guys that Scott
wouldn't do for a million dollars...  like sucking another guy's cock or
some shit like that.  Sure, Scott had picked up a couple male subs in the
recent past but these were always one-sided relationships.  Scott was
always the dominant top and they were always the submissive bottoms that
did the sucking, cock massaging, etc.  Even then it was still nowhere near
as enjoyable as when he had a female submissive.

   Anyway, Scott knew his friends wouldn't believe him when he told his
story.  He only left the photos in the car because the act of having to go
get the photos was a big part of the custom.

   As Scott thumbed through the photos he snuck glances up at the young
girl still standing just 3 car lengths away.  It didn't take him but a
minute to find the 3 shots of Doug that would collaborate his story.  He
knew his friends would go wild when they seen the shots.  One was of Doug
sucking his cock.  Another showed Doug tied up and being fucked up the ass
by Scott.

   The last photo was the prize though.  It showed Doug sucking Scott's dog
off.  This photo had been taken near the end of their time together the
prior weekend.  The first two had been rather easy to accomplish since Doug
clearly had finally given in and expected these things to happen to him. 
Scott really had to work hard on Doug though to get him to interact with
the dog.  It was the perfect photo though to finally put an end to their
little "contest".  Especially considering the nickname they had given Doug.

   Of course, Doug was pretty much done for now.  Once Scott's more "male
friendly" pals seen the photos they would draw straws to see who would get
to take over The Dog's training.  Or, they might even join forces and share
him.

   Regardless, Doug's days as a free man were rather numbered.  They would
start out just playing on the weekends and within a month Doug would be
trained to the point that he actually would volunteer to become their full
time submissive slave.  A month after that and they would have him doing
things that would make his time with Scott's dog seem like child's play.

   Normally Scott's friends would get bored and toss a submissive out the
door within 3 to 4 months.  Doug was a young and somewhat handsome guy
though.  Scott figured his pals would probably hold onto him for at least 6
months and possibly even a full year considering his history with their
little group.

   Even after that they would probably pass him around to friends like they
often did with other young submissives.  The ironic part is that Doug would
probably spend the first year or two preying he could escape the mental,
and probably physical, bond they had over him.  Yet, by the 4th or 5th year
when they finally do release him back into the wild he will be completely
lost without them.

   Within weeks of his release they would probably see Doug right back in
the club looking for a replacement master.  Scott and his friends had seen
this happen over and over again.  It was almost sad to watch, yet still
somehow arousing to know that one or more of their "crew" had caused this
change in the male or female in question.

   As exciting as it was to get that proverbial ball rolling in regards to
Doug's training, Scott couldn't help but keep bringing his attention back
to this cute innocent looking girl.

   His mind flashed back to a few minutes ago when he had passed her.  She
was an extremely cute little girl.  Her long blond hair was in a tight
ponytail that ran down her back and came to an end about half a foot above
her tailbone.  The ponytail helped pull most of the hair back away from the
girl's face, which was cute as a peach.

   Scott guessed her age at about 11 or 12 based off her face, height, and
the fact that her body appeared to be just starting to mature.  It was hard
to tell such things these days of course.  It wouldn't surprise him if she
was as young as 10 or as old as 13.

   She had this youthful innocent glow about her.  Yet, Scott could tell
she might not be as innocent as she appeared.  It was something about the
way she looked at him as he had passed.

   "What do I do?" Scott thought to himself.

   There were only a few options that he could see.  He could help the girl
by finding her parents for her.  He doubted it would do any good though. 
If her parents left her out here like this then they would just do the same
shit again some other night.  To really help her he would have to call the
cops, file a report, maybe even show up in court as a witness.  He got a
headache just thinking about it.

   "Screw that," he mumbled.  It was too big of a hassle and cost too much
to be a Good Samaritan these days.

   Another option of course was to just go back inside to his friends and
forget all about the girl.  Or, maybe tell the owner so he could deal with
it.  This was probably the best choice since it allowed him to be a
somewhat Good Samaritan without spoiling his night.

   However, Scott was far from being anything near a Good Samaritan.  Which
explained why most folks knew him only as "Snake".  Hell even his friends,
if you wanted to call them that, didn't know his real name.  And if they
did they wouldn't dare call him by it.  He certainly wasn't the worst of
their little group, but they all still respected him and what they knew he
was capable of if he got pissed off enough.

   No, Scott was leaning more toward option three.  This option consisted
of just sitting here and watching the show unfold before him.  Traffic in
and out of the place was extremely slow right now, but eventually someone
would pass her again.  In fact, lack of traffic actually increased the odds
that someone would make a move on her.

   Even now Scott was digging through the duffle bag in the back seat
looking for his video camera.  The show would be pretty quick and probably
somewhat boring once it started but it never hurt to have things on tape.
Who knows, maybe her parents are really rich and would put up a reward for
her.  Scott didn't really need money, but it wasn't out of consideration if
it was an insane amount.  Whether Scott turned the tape over to the cops
for the reward would of course also depend on who ends up snatching her.

   There were many people that frequented the club that Scott liked.  They
were a bit rough with their slaves but no more than Scott.  He knew they
would train her right.  It would have to be a very substantial reward
before he would even think of turning these folks in.

   There were some others that frequented the club though that Scott hated.
However, no amount of money would be enough to risk snitching on them. 
Hell, he would be afraid to even send the tape in anonymously.  There were
only a few of these guys but they didn't fuck around.  If one of these sick
bastards got hold of her then Scott would just burn the tape and say a
small prayer for the girl before going to bed that night.

   These guys were not into the S&M scene.  Well, not like most people are.
They just liked to hurt people.  Only the most hardcore bottoms would even
think of leaving with one of these guys.  That was fine with these sadistic
fucks.  These hardcore bottoms were a good challenge since they could
handle a lot more.  However, even these bottoms would take weeks or months
to recover before they were ready to return to the club again.  About once
or twice a year you would even see one of these bottoms just completely
disappear.  Everyone would say they thought they just moved away, but they
all knew it was probably more than just that.

   That said, Scott doubted that one of these guys would grab the girl. 
First off, these guys seldom left the club before 2 a.m.  Their tastes in
bottoms was rather precise and it often took them all night and even
sometimes all weekend to find what they were looking for.  Plus, a girl
like this probably wouldn't interest them.  She looked so fragile that she
would probably be dead within hours of being in their care.

   While everyone was certain these guys probably killed a few bottoms, no
one really thought of them as murderers.  They were just very rough players
and they always made sure the bottoms knew that ahead of time.  Shit
happens though when you play that rough.  It is like base-jumping.  You get
too crazy too many times and you will eventually end up as goo on a rock.

   But to take on a young girl like this would be just plain murder on
their part.  Of course, there was always the possibility that they might
find other uses for her.  For example, they could train her to be an
assistant of sorts.  In addition to the standard stuff like getting them
hard in between rounds with the other bottoms, they could also have her
interact with the bottoms.  This would make for some good blackmail photos
to help ensure the bottoms didn't go running to the cops if they got too
rough with them.  Not that many bottoms were stupid enough to do something
like that.

   Still, Scott felt it was unlikely they would be interested.  More likely
it would be one of the out of town tops or first time visitors that tried
to snatch her.  These fuckers Scott would snitch on for free.  While he
knew their money helped keep the club running, he also knew that these tops
were also encroaching on his territory.  The local bottoms probably felt
the same way about the out of town bottoms that always showed up.  But
Scott had no problem with those out of town folks of course.

   The fact that these tops were visiting from out of town was also usually
a good indication that they were still amateurs.  At least compared to
Scott and his buddies.  Not all were amateurs but you could tell that most
were.  A young girl of this beauty deserved better than that.

   Before making his final decision, Scott decided he would at least
suggest to the girl that she not hang around this particular spot.  Again,
he doubted it would do any good since even a girl her age had to already
know hanging around a bar full of people dressed in leather was not a good
thing to do, especially late at night.  This of course was Scott thinking
and not Snake.  Snake could give a shit, but the small part of him that was
Scott wanted to be able to go to bed tonight knowing he at least made an
attempt to help the girl from possible mutilation or worse.

   The girl looked almost cheerful when Scott stopped next to her.  It was
the exact opposite reaction he expected from her.  Despite coming from a
rather rich family and having a quite sizeable inheritance, Scott looked as
though he just got out of a 20-year stint in prison.  This was mainly due
to his wild nature and bad temper while growing up.  Not only was he decked
out with tattoos but had his share of scares to go along with them.

   Sure, he had an expensive care and house and kept himself very well
groomed, but he looked more like a well-dressed mafia thug than the rich,
well-educated man that he actually was.

   "Are you Joe?" the girl asked before Scott could speak.

   "No," Scott replied.

   The girl's happy expression quickly disappeared.  She didn't cry but
Scott could tell she was greatly disappointed.

   "This isn't really a good place to be meeting someone," Scott said as he
got his thoughts back on track.  "A lot of bad people come here."

   The girl immediately went into a long rant.  Scott hadn't figured on
this happening.  He thought he would just warn her, take the photos inside
to his waiting friends, then quickly excuse himself for the night and come
back out and watch the show.  He didn't expect to have to stand out here
listening to her fucking life story.  Hell, if he stayed here for much
longer someone was bound to see him with her.  That would make him the
prime fucking suspect if she did get snatched.

   Scott, or at least Snake, was about to tell the girl to shut the fuck up
when he realized that some of the shit she was saying was far from your
ordinary "lost girl in the city" type information.  Scott wasn't sure what
amazed him more, the shit she was saying or the fact that she was so openly
talking about it to a stranger like him.

   She was talking a mile a minute but from what Scott could tell, the
girl's name was Tina and apparently she met some guy on the internet.  Oh,
it got better.  Not only did this guy talk the girl into running away from
home to meet up with him, but for the past 6 months he had been training
the girl to be a sex slave.  Tina didn't come right out and say all of
this. But little nuggets of information she leaked here and there made it
pretty clear that this was what was going on.

   Getting the girl to go this far was pretty impressive.  However, it was
clear that Joe was an amateur.  Seriously, who the fuck meets up with jail
bait right outside an S&M club?  If Joe wasn't an amateur then he was some
sadistic fuck that had no plans of actually taking her in.  He just got
tired of her and sent her here to be snatched up by some random guy. 
Regardless of Joe's actual intentions, Scott felt a girl of this quality
definitely deserved better.

   It was this last thought that got Scott thinking about a fourth option.
Who better to train this girl than him?  The thought shot into his head
from nowhere and it both excited and frightened him at the same time.

   Sure, Scott sometimes fantasized about abducting a little girl like
this. However, those were just fantasies.  Even the Snake part of him had
some lines he wouldn't cross.  And kidnapping and raping a little girl
definitely was one of those lines.  Not to mention the obvious dangers.

   Yet, who could ask for a better opportunity than this?  Nobody but jerk
off Joe knew she was here.  On top of that, she obviously had some interest
in the S&M lifestyle...  even if she probably didn't know what it really
was.  Or at least didn't know the part of it Scott would introduce her too.
There also was no doubt that she had liked the idea that Scott might
actually have been her Joe.  This especially meant a lot to Scott.  Not
many women, let alone little girls, would think of him as appealing.  Well,
some women did but these women were just after a hard fuck and some time
under his whip.  This of course only convinced him further that he should
consider taking this girl home.

   "I think Joe was just playing a trick on you," Scott finally said.  "I
don't think he is coming."

   Tina looked sadly down at the ground.  Scott could tell she knew his
words were true.

   "Do you have any place to stay tonight?" Scott asked.

   While he never tried picking up any runaway jailbait before, Scott was
certain that this line was probably the oldest in the book.  But he figured
he might as well go with what works.  Besides, he needed to move this
conversation along before someone came outside and caught him talking to
her.

   "Why don't you stay the night at my place," Scott said before Tina could
give a full answer.  "In the morning I will give you some money and drop
you off at the bus station so you can find your way back home."

   This last part was a lie of course.  But he wanted to cover his ass just
in case this was some kind of sick police sting operation.  Plus, he
figured it would help put her at ease and get her into his car faster.

   "Okay," Tina whispered in reply.

   Scott couldn't tell if she was whispering because she was scared to go
with him because of what he might want to do with her or if she was just
embarrassed because she knew what might be in store for her and was looking
forward to it.  All that mattered right now, however, was that she was
walking with him to his car.

   Scott's heart was pounding a mile a minute as they got closer to his
car. He couldn't believe he was actually abducting a little girl.  Scott
was no pussy.  He had even been in a couple knife fights.  However, taking
a little girl held some fucking hard-core penalties if he got caught.  And
the cops were the least of his concerns.  He was more worried about what
the other prisoners would do to him once he got locked up.  Just like the
authorities, the other prisoners wouldn't care whether the girl was semi
willing or not.

   The only thing that kept Scott from backing out right here and now was
the fact that he still had the option of actually letting her go just like
he said earlier.  Though, it still wouldn't look good when they searched
his car and house and seen the type of shit he likes to do to bottoms. 
Hell, a lot of that shit on it's own would probably get him some minor time
behind bars if some DA with a stick up their butt decided to take it to
court.

   Scott thought Tina was going to freak when he opened the door and
realized he had left the video camera sitting in the passenger seat.  She
didn't think anything of it though.  He was just thankful he had the photos
of Doug tucked away in his back pocket right now and not in the seat as
well.

   Scott felt a hundred times safer once they were safely inside the car.
His windows were tinted and it was hard to see in through them at night.

   "This is a nice car," Tina commented.

   "No shit," he thought it but didn't say it.  The car had cost him almost
50 grand so it damn well better be nice.  She wasn't the first submissive
to say this when entering his car.  He always backhanded them for saying
something as stupidly obvious as this.  Of course, it also helped set the
theme for the rest of the night.  Which was, you don't talk unless given
permission and when given that permission you most definitely think before
you do so.

   Tina was just a little girl though and didn't know any better.  Still,
Scott felt his hand twitch in an auto response to the comment.  He didn't
follow through with the swing though.  He didn't dare.  The last thing he
needed was for the girl to open the door and start screaming for help.  It
would also commit him to actually having to abduct her.  This was a
decision he wanted to put off until the last minute.  Not only was it safer
to do so, but it would give him more time to think about whether this was a
road he truly wanted to go down.

   The drive from the club to his house was 34 miles.  Normally he would
use this time to humiliate the sub.  A blowjob of course was always part of
that treatment.  But there were lots of other fun games he would play
sometimes also.  For example, he often made females remove their tops. 
This was very embarrassing for most of them.  Especially the ones that
hadn't paid that much attention to the outside of Scott's car.  Had they
done so then they would have known that no one could really see inside this
late at night.

   This early in the game it was also very important that the sub stay
somewhat sexually excited.  He had a few butt plugs and dildos in his bag
that he would have them use on themselves.  Or sometimes he would just have
them use their fingers.  A few times he actually had subs fist themselves.

   There really was a lot of different things you could make a sub do
during a 34-mile drive.  What worked best always depended on the sub. 
Again, however, he didn't dare even think about such things with Tina.  He
chuckled to himself when he realized that this was the first sub he had
ever given a ride too that would get out of his car in the same condition
they got in.

   In fact, Scott found himself the one sweating for a change.  He didn't
remember feeling this nervous at any other time in his life.  And he had
been in some pretty damn tight spots before.

   Tina seemed nervous of course, but Scott doubted her heart was pounding
even half as fast and hard as his was.  Her mouth was moving as fast
though. It took all of Scott's willpower not to tell her to shut the fuck
up.  She was rattling on about everything under the sun.  He knew it was
just her way of coping with the fear she might have.  It would probably end
up giving him a headache but at least he knew that by the time they got to
his house she would probably be somewhat at ease.  But a gag was probably
in Tina's near future.

   When they got within a couple blocks of his house Scott reached into his
pocket and grabbed all the loose change he had.  He paid cash at the club
and always ended up with a pocket full of change.  He always tipped with
bills and not coins when he got his drinks.  It just seemed cheap to do
otherwise, even if the amount of the tip was going to be the same. 
However, at the end of each night he would toss the 3 to 4 dollars in
change into the tip jar as he said his goodbyes.  Tonight these coins would
actually play an important role.

   He reached over toward the glove compartment with his fist of change and
acted like he was trying to place it inside.  As he tried to open the
compartment he let the change drop to the floor.

   "Dang it," he said in feigned disappointment.

   "I'll get it," Tina quickly volunteered.

   "Thanks," Scott said.

   Scott smiled as Tina bent down and started collecting the coins.  With
luck it would keep her occupied just long enough for him to make it the
last block and a half and into his garage.  Scott never let his subs know
where he lived.  By this point they would be blindfolded or masked.  Once
in his house they would be taken right to his little dungeon.  Well, he
called it a dungeon but it wasn't underground like most envision a dungeon
to be.  Scott's house was right on the ocean and anything underground was
out of the question.

   Still, the room had a nice dungeon atmosphere to it.  It had rock walls
and even rock-colored tiles on the floor.  He had to do most of the work
himself so it wasn't perfect.  But it served his purposes.

   It was going to be a bit trickier with Tina.  Scott wasn't quite ready
to commit to abducting the girl.  He would feel much safer in doing so if
he waited until morning.  But that meant a full night of her being loose in
the house.  He sometimes took his subs out of the dungeon but he always
kept them blindfolded and in some form of bondage.

   The one thing he had going for him was that it was late.  She would
probably want to look out at the ocean but doubted she would explore much
more than that.

   Scott turned the AC up as he entered the house.  He had apparently
turned it too far down when he left earlier.  It was almost 11 p.m.  and
the house was still a good 75 degrees.  It was a strong contrast to the
air-conditioned car but Tina didn't complain.  Had she done so then Tina
probably would have been introduced to a gag right there and then.  Scott
was tempted to do that anyway.  He felt much more confidant now that he was
home and safe.

   He promised himself though that he would wait till morning before making
his final decision.  Unlike the prior 50 minutes, the risks of abducting
the girl at this point would not diminish any further.  If anything, they
would be going up.  What if Tina found an old letter or something else with
his name and address on it?  Or worse, what if she made a phone call in the
middle of the night?

   "Cool!" Tina said as she rushed to the deck and looked out at the ocean.

   Scott just gritted his teeth.  He wasn't used to having visitors.  Or at
least not visitors that could actually roam around his house freely.  Plus,
she had said it as though she had never seen the ocean before.  Then it
dawned on him that maybe she hadn't.

   "What state did you run away from?" he asked.

   Scott smiled when his question drew Tina off the deck and back into the
living room.  He had been pretty quiet the entire trip and Tina seemed
happy to finally have a 2-way conversation with him.

   "Utah," Tina replied.

   There was something about Tina's facial expression that told Scott it
was probably a lie.  He knew that a few simple follow up questions could
easily expose her, but seen no reason to make her feel uncomfortable.  His
goal had just been to get her back inside.  There wasn't much to see out on
the deck except the ocean, but there was still that one percent chance
someone on a very late night walk on the beach might look up and see her.

   Scott and Tina spent the next hour talking back and forth.  Almost
everything Tina asked was responded to with a lie and Scott got the feeling
that most of his questions had gotten similar replies.

   Scott kept glancing at the clock across the room.  It was after midnight
and this cunt still didn't seem sleepy.  She claimed she had been on the
road for only a couple days, but Scott was beginning to think it was much
longer than that.  A girl so fresh from home would have been dead tired
right now.  Not only would she not be used to staying up this late but the
stress of running away would have tired her down as well.

   The fact that she would lie to him didn't concern him though.  It was
the type of lies she was giving.  If she had been on the road for weeks
then why not just say that?  Plus, near the end of that hour she started
giving information that clearly couldn't be worse than just telling the
truth.  For example, she started volunteering little bits of information on
Joe's training of her.  They were things that most girls would never tell a
perfect stranger even if they were true.  And they certainly wouldn't make
the shit up.

   Needless to say, Tina was a very different and interesting girl.  If she
wasn't so young then Scott would suspect she might actually be part of a
police sting operation after all.  But even the sickest cops in the U.S. 
wouldn't let a girl this age get into a car with someone like Scott.  Let
alone take her home with him.

   No, there had to be another reason.  The only one that Scott would think
of was that Joe didn't really exist.  At least not in physical form.  Scott
seldom let his subs talk but when he did he always made sure he listened.
One thing that always interested him was how they got to the point in their
life where they would go home with someone like him.

   Scott found that most of them had had some form of informal or indirect
training while they were younger.  For most it happened around 13 to 15,
but Scott knew of one sub that claimed she had been trained by her
stepfather from the age of 9.  Like this woman, a relative had trained
almost all of them.

   There were some, however, that had discovered S&M on their own.  Scott
highly suspected that Tina might be one of these girls.  She probably ran
across a web site on the subject that her parents failed to block.  Scott
also suspected that it was probably one without photos.  He doubted that a
girl this age would be intrigued by S&M if she actually seen photos or
video of it.  More likely she only read fantasy stories that romanticized
the subject.

   She read these stories and then fantasized about being the girl in them.
This is where Joe would come in.  He was her pretend mystery lover that
made her do all these nasty things.  Hell, she even admitted that he only
ever contacted her via the internet.

   The fantasy, however, had clearly not been enough for Tina.  He figured
she got tired of just reading about it and acting it out on her own.  So,
she researches some S&M clubs.  And what better place to fulfill a fantasy
than a fantasy location like Los Angeles.  Or at least it would probably
seem like a fantasy location to a small girl from Utah or wherever the hell
she was from.

   Her plan was probably to just stand out front in hopes that her fantasy
master would magically materialize and sweep her off her feet.  He would
take her to some fancy home with an ocean view, put some handcuffs on her,
maybe give her a light spanking, then kiss and hug her every night.

   "Other than the house and the view, this bitch has a rude awakening
coming," Scott thought to himself.

   Scott still seen lots of holes in his theory but it at least fit better
than the crap she was unloading on him.  That was fine.  The main
undeniable fact was that this girl had an interest in being owned.  This
wish he could grant her.  Now, would it be like she expected?  Hell no.  He
couldn't imagine any girl her age knowing, let alone wanting to be owned
and treated like he planned to do.

   It was going on 12:30 a.m.  when Scott finally gave up on waiting on
Tina to get tired.  Scott was a late owl also, but his head was splitting
from having to talk with this cunt.  So, when he went to get them fresh
drinks he spiked hers.  She was fast asleep before 1 a.m.

   Tina was light as a feather and Scott picked her up with ease.  It
wasn't until he got her into his arms that he realized he hadn't made a
final decision yet on where he should take her.  Should he take her to one
of the spare bedrooms or just take her straight to the dungeon?

   "Either piss or get off the pot!" he mumbled to himself.

   Nothing was going to change between now and morning.  Either he was
going to abduct her or he wasn't.  A full night's sleep wasn't going to
make that decision any easier.  Of course, deep down he knew he had already
made his decision.  He made that decision not seconds ago, not minutes ago,
but hours ago when he seen the girl for the very first time.  He just
needed this extra time to realize that fact.

   Scott took a deep breath and turned toward the den.  Once there he
pressed a hidden button and there was a clicking sound of a latch being
opened.  He then walked across the room and opened the hidden door that
lead to the dungeon.

   2.

   While Tina slept like a baby, Scott had trouble getting to sleep and
what little he did get was often interrupted by nightmares about what he
had gotten himself into.  Scott now had a small idea of how all his subs
must feel like their first night with him.

   He finally gave up trying to rest and pulled himself out of bed around
10 a.m.  He stumbled into the kitchen and made him some breakfast.  As he
ate he thought back to the prior night.  Not just to what he had decided to
do but what he discovered about the girl once he got her into his dungeon.

   He stripped her down and found out that she had not been lying about
some of the things "Joe" had been ordering her to do to herself.  For
starters, her nipples were rather prominent for a girl her age.  They were
still very small compared to a grown woman, but at least twice the size he
would expect for a girl of 11 or 12.  Not that he was any kind of expert on
such things.  He was an expert though on nipple torture.  He knew that over
time clamps, suction cups, etc., would make a sub's nipples get much larger
than normal.  It seemed obvious to his trained eye that Tina had indeed
practiced this on herself.

   There was also some very light bruising here and there on her body from
what could have been caused by the self spanking/flogging that she also
eluded to last night.  Even if that is what the bruises were from, it was
clear that she hadn't been hitting herself anywhere near as hard as he
planned to.  This knowledge made his dick stir.  He couldn't wait to hear
her screams the first time he gave her a real whipping.  In fact, he
planned to make that the first priority.  It would show her who was in
charge and at the same time give her an introduction to Scott's definition
of what S&M was really about.

   The biggest discovery, however, came when he inspected her holes.  Tina
had eluded to the spanking and nipple torture, but had refused to talk
about cunt and asshole stretching exercises.  Scott had been a little too
blunt in his question so it didn't surprise him that Tina only blushed at
the time and quickly changed the subject.

   The truth came out though when he inspected her.  First off, she already
had a butt plug up her ass.  It was a good size but nowhere near the
largest he had seen a sub using on themselves.  However, she had been
wearing it all night without showing any discomfort.  This told Scott that
she was extremely familiar with the plug and probably much larger objects.
If this Joe didn't actually exist then it did puzzle Scott exactly how the
girl had acquired the plug.  Life was full of mysteries like this so he
pushed the thought aside for now.

   Tina's cunt looked young and innocent, but he didn't find a hymen when
he checked.  She felt tight as he slid a finger up her cunt, but found she
was able to stretch to easily accept not only 1 but also 2 additional
fingers.  He didn't dare stretch her any more than that though while she
was drugged.  Torturing a sub was one thing; risking serious injury was
something completely different.  Well, it probably wouldn't have caused
serious injury, but a cut or tear in her vagina would certainly spoil a lot
of his fun until it healed up properly.

   Scott's dick got hard as a rock as he ate his breakfast and thought
about Tina.  He only got half of his breakfast down before he couldn't wait
any longer and headed for the dungeon.  He made sure he brought his plate
along with him.

   When he got to his den he went to a monitor on the far wall and turned
it on.  He hit a switch and a live feed of the den came to life on the
screen.  He was pleased to see that Tina was wide-awake and screaming for
help already.  He was also pleased that he couldn't hear a peep of it
through the walls of his dungeon.  This was no surprise to him of course.
He had spent a lot of time and money to make sure the room was utterly
sound proof.

   You would have never guessed it from the inside though.  The rock walls
and floor only seemed to enhance every noise.  The noise was probably so
loud in there right now that Tina was probably convinced people could hear
her a mile away.  Yet, he was standing just a few feet away and wouldn't
have known she was screaming if it were not for the images on the monitor.

   There was a burst of noise when Scott finally opened the hidden door to
the dungeon.  Tina's screams stopped almost immediately when she realized
someone was opening the door.  If she knew anything at all about being a
slave, Scott was certain she already knew she would get punished for the
noise she had made.

   Almost everyone he knew preferred to keep their subs in cages.  Scott
didn't.  He preferred to keep his subs tethered to a wall via a chain
connected to a shackle or collar.  He felt that this extra "freedom" only
tormented the subs further.

   A cage was a pretty hopeless situation for a sub.  Thus, they just lie
there and wait to be used.  Chain them to a wall though and they will spend
hours trying to get loose.  Especially once they fully understand what type
of person Scott was.

   Sure, at the club they always willingly sign Scott's documents claiming
they are willing participants.  But it was a harsh contrast between the
club and Scott's dungeon.  Even some of the more hard-core subs begged at
least a few times for release.  They always came around though by the time
Scott finished with them.

   That said, most probably would have still gotten a restraining order on
him if they actually knew his real name.  Instead of using his real name on
the documents, Scott used a photo of himself and his nickname, Snake.  He
doubted he could get a loan at the bank using a signature block like that,
but he figured it was legit enough to remove any doubt to a jury that the
sub knew whom they were signing the agreement with.

   Some of the less experienced subs would almost go as far as chew their
own leg off in order to shorten their time with Scott.  While Scott never
actually found bite marks, he would often see nasty bruises and scrape
marks where the subs tried to force the shackle off their foot.

   He also often had to fix the walls and floor around the area where he
kept the slaves tethered.  For some reason a lot of them always tried to
dig their way out.  They would use their chain to swing at the floor and
walls in an effort to chip their way through.  They would even keep on
trying after a tile came up and they realized the floors and walls were
made of concrete and cinder blocks.

   Heavens knows what they planned to do even if they could miraculously
form a hole.  It still didn't change the fact that they where still
tethered.  I guess they figured they could yell out the hole and hope some
passerby heard them.  Regardless, they never got even close to that far.

   The closest had come when he left a woman tethered alone in the dungeon
for 2 full days.  The paperwork she signed said she was willing to stay
with Scott for up to 14 days.  However, she clearly had not read that fine
print because she started begging to be let loose the very next morning. 
She said she had a 14-year-old daughter at home she had to take care of.

   Scott liked taking on amateur subs like this woman.  However, she was
even more of an amateur than he had thought.  In addition to photos of her
kid, she even had ID in her purse.  Hell, Scott was a dominant and even he
didn't carry ID on him.  He kept that shit locked in his car.  He had no
doubt that the woman was probably telling the truth.

   However, the woman didn't look like a model parent.  Scott figured the
kid would wait until Monday before she started to get worried and called
the cops.  Scott had planned to keep the woman the full 14 days, but didn't
want to risk any hassles with the cops.  So, he decided to just play with
her a little over the weekend.  However, the damn bitch kept spoiling the
mood by yapping about her poor little kid.

   "Fine, if you are so damned worried about your kid then I will go check
up on her," Scott finally yelled when she wouldn't shut up.  "Something
tells me she will be a lot more fun than you anyway."

   Scott then put a couple gallons of water and a bag of dog food next to
the woman and left.  It wasn't until this moment that the woman realized
how big of a mistake she had made with keeping personal information in her
purse.  She was screaming at the top of her lungs as Scott closed the door.


   He spent the next two days just relaxing around the house and enjoying
some time on the beach.  Of course, he also kept close tabs on the woman
via the camera feed.  But he never went back into the room.  By the way she
tried to chip through the floor you could tell she was convinced Scott was
actually off abusing her little girl.

   In fact, it was this instance that first got him thinking about taking
on a much younger sub.  Certainly not one as young as Tina, but jailbait
nonetheless.  As he would watch the video feed of the mother frantically
trying to escape, he would sit in his den and masturbate to the idea of
actually grabbing the 14-year-old.  They were just fantasies that he knew
were too risky to see through.  Yet, they were exciting to think about
anyway.  His favorite one was grabbing the girl and bringing her back to
the dungeon so he could force the mother and daughter to play with each
other.

   The woman was so concerned for her daughter that she even dug into the
dog food the very first day.  Most of his "visitors" would starve
themselves for at least a couple days before they broke down and started
eating dog food.  The mother knew she had to keep strong for her little
baby so she forced the food down her throat and chased it with a bunch of
water.

   Scott only let her suffer like this until Sunday night.  He figured she
had learned her lesson by then.  Of course, before letting her in on his
little "joke", he sat there for over an hour telling her all the gory
details of what he had done to her little girl.  He had fantasized about
the 14-year-old so much that he had plenty of material.  He probably could
have gone on for yet another hour but his dick was too hard.  The woman was
a real tigress after that, but he managed to whip her into submission.  He
then gave her a good fuck up the ass before he finally confessed the lie to
her.

   She didn't believe him until he released her some 2 hours later in front
of her house.  She was so anxious to get to her daughter that she
completely forgot to look back in order to get Scott's license plate
number.

   No cops ever came looking for him at the club, so the woman must have
realized her ordeal could have been much worse.  She also knew she didn't
have a legal leg to stand on.  Sure, she had a few whip marks on her tits,
ass and back as well as an ass full of cum.  But isn't that what she signed
up for?  Hell, Scott hadn't even kept her for the full 14 days.  No, going
to the cops would have served no purpose other than to embarrass herself
and piss Scott off.

   Regardless of how safe he was legal wise, Scott still frowned on his
actions that weekend.  His goals as a dominant were not just to train but
also to push subs beyond their limits.  This meant doing some harsh things
to them.  However, what he had done to this woman didn't fall into either
of these categories.  It had just been cruel.  Not only that, but the only
thing she had learned was to stay way from the S&M scene.

   It wasn't the first time his actions had turned a sub off to the S&M
scene, but in the past it had always been caused by accidentally pushing
them too far.  In this case it had been deliberate.

   Anyway, Tina was far from the stage where she might try to tunnel her
way out.  That's not to say she wasn't frightened.  She looked like she
might piss herself at any moment.

   "Wh..."

   Scott gave Tina a slap across the face before she could even start her
sentence.  Tina sat there with a stunned look on her face for a couple
seconds before the tears started flowing.  Scott preferred his subs to stay
quiet, but tears he could live with any day.

   Scott didn't see any need for pleasantries and simply walked over to his
workbench where he had laid out a few items the night prior.  He grabbed a
couple washcloths and a pair of leather cuffs.  Tina coward into her little
corner when she seen Scott approaching with the cuffs.  However, she only
gave minimal resistance as he put them on her.

   The leather cuffs were advertised to fit all sizes but as he suspected,
they fit on Tina but not quite tight enough for his tastes.  So, he wrapped
a washcloth around Tina's wrist and then tried putting the cuff on.  This
time it fit snuggly so he repeated the procedure on the other wrist.

   Scott then went back to the table and grabbed some rope and a pulley. 
He also grabbed a 3-foot high stepladder on his way back to Tina's area. 
Tina watched in confusion and fright as Scott put the stepladder down and
climbed up on it.  The pulley had a special latch/hook on one end and he
snapped this onto a thick eyebolt mounted in the ceiling.  He then ran the
rope through the pulley and stepped back down.

   He almost laughed when he looked back at Tina.  Seconds ago she had been
trying to hide her nudity with her hands but now she had her hands behind
her back trying to keep the cuffs out of Scott's reach.  She was either a
quick thinker or had indeed done plenty of research about S&M.  Scott just
snapped his fingers and she reluctantly brought her hands back out in front
of her.

   Scott clipped them together and then tied the rope to the chain
connecting them.  He then started pulling on the long length of rope
exiting the other side of the pulley.  Tina watched in fear as the slack
ran through the pulley and then began to pull her hands above her.  She
prayed that he would be satisfied with her being in a kneeling position but
he just kept on pulling.

   Scott didn't stop pulling until Tina was almost standing on her toes. 
He then tied the rope off on another eyebolt along one of the walls.  Tina
was shaking like a leaf as Scott grabbed a wide leather belt from the table
and walked back over to her.  Despite her fear, Tina blushed and looked
down at the floor when she realized Scott was admiring her nakedness.

   Tina turned her body away from him when Scott brought his free hand
toward her.  This was fine with Scott, he was an ass man anyway.  And this
little girl certainly had a nice ass on her.

   Goosebumps sprung up all over Tina's body as Scott's hand slid up and
down her bare back.  Her blush spread to her shoulders and back as Scott's
hand finally slid down and cupped her ass.  She was so small that he could
almost get both of her ass cheeks in one palm.

   "Oh!" Tina said as Scott's middle finger slid between her cheeks and up
her asshole.

   Scott couldn't tell if she was surprised by the intrusion or just now
realizing she was missing her plug.  One thing he did know was that it
probably wasn't pain.  Scott had thick fingers but the plug had been much
larger.  The plug had been only about 1.75 inches across but it seemed
grotesquely huge compared to Tina's small frame.

   Scott slowly sank his finger up her ass.  He was pleased to see she was
easily capable of taking the full length.

   "What a slut," Scott whispered to her as he started fucking her ass with
his finger.

   Scott gave her a few slow pumps before he sped up.  Within a minute he
was brutally fucking her ass with his finger.  He then abruptly stopped. 
He smiled when he seen Tina involuntarily hump back a couple times on his
finger.  This was a little test he did on many of his slaves.  He wasn't
sure how scientific it actually was, but he had a theory that if the girl
humped his finger after he stopped then they were anal sluts.  It was hard
to tell though if Tina was an anal slut or just a borderline one.  Still,
it was better than her being an anal prude.

   Scott always worked on a sub's ass the same regardless of what category
they fell into.  However, it was always good to know ahead of time how much
the sub was or was not going to enjoy it.

   He was a bit disappointed though when he pulled his finger out and found
that it was rather clean.  Last night her plug had come out clean also. 
This told Scott that she probably gave herself enemas or at least had done
so the prior day.  Not all subs he brought home were smart enough to prep
themselves like this.

   He had one sub once that apparently had some kind of bazaar phobia for
fecal matter.  Most people do, but this woman was the extreme.  She even
wrote "NO ANAL" on the contract she signed.  Of course, her definition of
"ANAL" and Scott's definition were completely different.  She had meant no
anal activity at all.  Scott knew this is what she meant but still fingered
her ass.  Surprisingly, she was one of the ones that humped back on his
finger after he stopped.  So, his research on how to test for an anal slut
was clearly still a work in progress.

   Scott honored her contract though and never fucked her ass.  In fact, he
never fingered her ass or stuck anything else up it the entire 8 days he
kept her.  He did, however introduce her to rimming.  Scott still laughs to
himself whenever he thinks of that sub.  She struggled and screamed more
each time he ordered her to rim his ass than other subs did when he took a
whip to them.  Next time she would certainly be more specific when she
wrote restrictions on her contract.  Not that she would ever sign another
one for Scott.

   The good news is that she was all but cured of her phobia by the time
she was released.  Eight days of rimming apparently was the proper
treatment for such a case.  Still, Scott never wrote any medical journals
on it or asked for any kind of honorary psychiatry license.

   The fact that Tina was cleaned out was disappointing because nothing
puts a slave or sub into their proper place better than making them lick
their own shit off your finger.  Scott used to be squeamish about making a
slave do this, but had long since gotten used to it.  Still, it never
turned him on.  It was just something that had to be done.

   Scott was also disappointed because he had hoped to be the one to first
introduce Tina to enemas.  It wasn't a huge deal, but it would have been a
nice benefit of getting a girl so young.

   Scott rotated Tina back around so she was facing him once again.  She
looked on with disgust as he slowly brought his middle finger toward her
face.  When it got within a foot she tightly closed her eyes and mouth. 
This was not uncommon and Scott had a cure for this as well.  He brought
his hand away from Tina's face and then swung the other one that was still
holding the belt.

   The crack of the belt echoed in the room as the middle of it hit her
side and the bottom half snaked around and slapped against her back.  It
was only a medium hit but the scream that came from Tina's lips told Scott
that it had probably been too hard for such a minor infraction this early
in her training.

   After she settled down, Scott brought his finger back to her mouth.  She
didn't hesitate this time to take it in.  He was pleased to see that she
was smart enough to suck and lick it clean without having to be ordered to
do so.

   Once he was satisfied, he removed his finger from her mouth and slowly
ran it down her neck.  His finger left a wet trail as it crossed her neck
and continued downward.  Tina still had fear in her eyes but it was dwarfed
by fascination as she watched the finger head toward her left nipple.

   Her nipples were already hard but the areola puffed up slightly as goose
bumps rose on her body again.  Her nipples and puffy areola almost looked
out of place on the girl's undeveloped body.  The rest of her breast was
showing signs of growth but her cunt was completely bald still.  He figured
the girl was on the verge of a growth sprout.  This time next year she
would probably be sporting some reasonable size tits as well as peach fuzz.
The tits would be far from fully developed but at least they would be
worthy of their title then.

   The fear almost completely vanished from Tina's eyes as Scott started to
toy with her nipple.  Scott smiled again when he looked down and seen Tina
doing the "slut" dance.  It was what Scott called it anyway.  It was when a
woman started trying to cross her legs and slide them back and forth.  It
was the closest thing to masturbation a girl could accomplish while tied up
in this manner.

   Again, Scott made a mental note of this.  Not all women enjoyed nipple
play.  Some even thought of it more as torture than anything else.  He
could tell Tina didn't think that though.  The only question now was if the
little slut would find it as sexually exciting once he started torturing
those little nipples.

   Tina had her eyes closed now and was just starting to coo when the wet
finger left her nipple.  A second later she heard the belt whistle through
the air, followed by a loud clap of thunder as it slapped against her
chest. Scott prided himself on his accuracy with a whip or belt.  His skill
showed through on this hit as well.  He had angled it just right for the
belt to land across both nipples at the same time.

   Tina's eyes and mouth shot open, but the pain was so great that it took
her several seconds to actually start screaming.  Scott watched for a
moment as a nice red stripe appeared across her chest and nipples.

   "No!" Tina yelled when she watched Scott rare back for another swing.

   Tina swiveled her body the best she could but the belt still landed on
her front side.  This time it got her across her belly.  His aim had been
for her belly button and sure enough, a nice red stripe appeared across it
as well.  Had she had not already been an inny, she certainly would have
been close to being one now.

   Tina managed to finally turn, but the next strike across the middle of
her back was no less painful than the first two.

   "Why?!" Tina finally managed to ask between screams.  "I did what you
told me!"

   A slave or sub never gets seriously punished unless they do something
wrong.  While most dominants/masters he knew agreed on this matter, they
also all agreed that there were situations where this rule would sometimes
not apply.  Processing a new slave being one such situation.  Even green
subs knew enough to expect this kind of treatment at the start.  It was
just the master's way of letting them know how bad things could really get
if they didn't behave down the road.  It also showed them that the master
was not afraid to hand out such a punishment.

   It always pleased Scott whenever he ran across a slave that was caught
off guard by this type of formal introduction.  It told him that he was the
subs first real dominant.  Or at least the first one as serious as him.  To
him this was a greater turn on than fucking a virgin cunt or asshole.  And
he had broken in a few of those in his time as well.

   Tina continued to beg and dance around as the belt rained down on her.
How many hits a sub should get the first time depended on the sub.  It
wasn't rocket science though; you basically just hit the shit out of them
until they stopped fighting the belt or whip.  For Tina this was right
about 30 hits.  A very impressive number for someone so young.  He had no
other young girls to judge her against but had thought she would pass out
or give in by the 15th hit.  Granted, he was only giving her medium hits
and not the full strength ones he would have been giving an adult sub.

   Tina was a worn out mess, but she still flinched as Scott got close and
started running his hand over her body again.  He could tell his fingers
stung as they slid across all the red marks.  However, he was pleased to
see her nipples quickly get rock hard again.  This told him he had not made
a mistake in deciding to train the girl.  About any woman can be trained,
but Scott preferred only to train those that really wanted it.  Right about
now Tina was probably rather certain she no longer wanted to be trained. 
But Scott could tell that deep down a part of her really did.

   "That was just a small demonstration," Scott informed her.  "If you are
a good girl then I won't ever have to repeat that.  At least not until you
reach the point that you might enjoy it."

   Scott had to force himself not to laugh as Tina looked at him in horror.
He knew she was asking herself how anyone could possibly ever enjoy such a
whipping.

   "You would be surprised," Scott said in answer to the unheard question.
"Some women even like it when I use the belt on their pussy.  One of these
days we will try that on you also."

   The look in Tina's face turned him on to no end.  He knew she would now
spend every waking moment with him fearing the day he might decide to use
the belt on her cunt.  The whipping she had just gotten was horrible, but
the thought of having the belt used on her cunt was unthinkable.

   Scott made this promise/threat to almost all of his subs, but he didn't
always follow through with it.  The threat was mainly designed to just fuck
with their heads.  The thought of being whipped like that did more damage
than the whipping itself would.  Or at least that is how Scott figured. 
Every so often though he would follow through on the threat if he felt the
sub was actually starting to look forward to it.

   Scott knew he shouldn't think such things, but a part of him was
actually thinking of whipping her cunt one day whether Tina started looking
forward to it or not.  There was just something about that cute innocent
looking pussy that made him want to turn it red with a belt.  Besides, if
the cops caught him it wasn't like his sentence would be any longer just
because he gave her kitten a little spanking.  And it would certainly make
the girl think twice before testifying against him.  Hell, he could
probably release her right now and she wouldn't go to the cops.  It's
amazing how a couple minutes with a belt can get a bitch in proper order.

   "Oh, oh," Tina groaned as Scott untied the rope from the wall and
started to lower her.

   Part of her groan was from the feel of her stretched and abused skin
shifting back to normal.  A bigger part of her fresh pain was because she
was now able to use her hands to rub the skin.  That works for a regular
daddy spanking but usually not for one like Scott just gave her.  Rubbing
these types of whip marks felt like rubbing sand paper across a sunburn.

   In fact that is pretty much what Tina said.

   "It burns," she complained.

   Scott answered the complaint with another slap across her face.  She was
barely able to stand so he made sure the slap was light.  It still made her
wobble a bit until she gave in and went down to her knees.  That was
perfect though for his next plan.

   "Do you know how to suck dick?" Scott growled as he leaned over and
untied the rope and undid the clip attaching her cuffs together.

   Tina quickly nodded that she did.  Scott was still wearing his briefs
but had caught Tina checking out his package several times.  However, he
doubted her enthusiastic nod was due to some kind of desire to taste his
meat.  She was just trying to avoid punishment.

   Scott was a stickler for consistency.  Fresh sub, experienced sub, it
didn't really matter.  He had a set routine he took all his "guests"
through the first few days.  There were special cases of course like Doug
but he really didn't see a need to deviate for Tina.  Granted, she was
considerably younger than most of the other subs he entertained, but that
just meant altering the degree and not what he actually did.  Still, it
felt a bit odd pulling his dick out in front of Tina this soon.  It was
fucking exciting to do so, yet still odd at the same time.

   Scott almost shot his load when he noticed Tina already had her mouth
wide open waiting to serve him.

   "Kids these days are a lot smarter than when I grew up," Scott thought
to himself.

   He quickly learned that they were a lot more talented also when he
pushed his dick into Tina's mouth and the girl started to work on him.

   "Wow," Scott let out before he could catch himself.

   Scott didn't like to give subs praise that often.  He certainly never
gave it on their first day.  The first few days were for breaking the sub
down, not building them up.  However, Tina had taken him completely by
surprise.  Scott had 9 inches of 2.5-inch thick meat and he would have
never imagined a girl Tina's size being able to take more than the head
into her mouth.  Yet here she was taking over 6 inches in.

   The comment caught Tina's attention and she looked up at Scott with wide
eyes.  She quickly backed off the huge dick and started coughing like it
had choked her.  Scott could tell the coughing was faked.  He knew an
expert cock sucker when he seen one.  What he couldn't understand was why
Tina would try to hide her talent.  Being able to take over half his dick
down her throat was something she should have been proud of.  Hell, half
the subs he brought home couldn't accomplish that.  Well, not without a
little help anyway.

   Scott felt it was best not to ask; not that he really needed to.  If she
was hiding this talent then she was probably doing it for a reason.  Most
likely, she just didn't want Scott to ask her how she had learned this
particular skill.  It was extremely doubtful that a boy her age taught her
how to take huge dick like this and it was unlikely she taught herself this
via bananas and cucumbers.  This meant it was probably an older man.  And
since she was trying to hide it even from someone like Scott, then it most
likely was a relative.  The obvious guess being her father or uncle.

   It would be very exciting to hear all the details.  However, he already
knew she lied about many other things; it was unlikely she would be any
more truthful in this case.  Scott kept a log on all his subs.  He would
make a note in Tina's log about this issue.  In a month or two he would ask
her about it.  By that time she would be so well trained that just the
thought of lying to Scott would make her piss herself in fear.

   "You better get used to it," Scott said as he played along with her
hoax. "When I'm done with you it will be a lot more than 6 inches going
down your throat."

   Tina gave him a shocked look, but this look appeared just as faked as
the choking had been.  He was tempted to just forget this little game and
shove all 9 inches down the bitches' throat.  It would teach her not to lie
to him.  It would also give him an idea of how skilled she really was. 
Maybe in a day or two he would try it.  For now he just wanted to stay on
track and finish her in processing.

   Scott knew she could take at least 6 inches so he grabbed a hand full of
her blonde hair and started fucking her face with just over half his dick.
Tina continued to play her little game by coughing and struggling against
his hold.  Her efforts, however, only gave her away further.  Her fake
coughing caused her to actually gag for real a few times and Scott could
easily hear and feel the difference.  She kept it up though for almost 2
minutes before she finally shut up and just let Scott fuck her mouth. 
Scott would push an additional inch in here and there but did his best to
stay around the 6-inch mark.

   Scott was one that could cum in 1 minute or 1 hour.  He could even do it
on demand if he had too.  Not that any of the subs would ever dare demand
anything from him.  He probably could have become a porn star if he wanted.
Well, in his earlier years he could have.  His looks were a tad better back
in his 20s.

   He actually did act in a porn film.  It was a low budget production but
still got him tons of job offers.  He turned them all down.  He only did
the porn so he could say he had been in one.  More of a conversation item
than a career path.  He didn't need the money and sex wise it just wasn't
any fun.  He had no problem with fucking sluts, but the whole process was
so scripted out and stuff.

   Even the really hard-core porn productions would have seemed dull
compared to what Scott liked to do.  It was no fun if the bitch could just
yell stop at any time and everything would actually stop.  He probably
could have gone to Mexico or something and done somewhat more realistic
videos.  However, why bother going to all that trouble when he could just
go pick up a sub at a local bar and do everything he wanted right there at
home?

   With an adult sub, Scott probably would have made this first blowjob
last about 20 minutes.  He would have also made sure they gave him this
first blowjob the night prior when they first got to his place.  He would
have fucked their throats so deep and hard that they would have puked up
the entire contents of their stomach by the time he finished.  In fact, he
often told them ahead of time that he planned to pump their stomachs with
his dick.  They just didn't quite understand what he meant until the task
was well under way.

   He saw no need to go this far with Tina.  He only did it to the other
subs because their stomachs were almost always full of alcohol.  The last
thing he wanted was for a sub to have a nice buzz during their first night
with him.  With most of the alcohol out of their stomach it would only be
40 minutes or so before they started sobering up.  That was when the fun
really began.

   With the alcohol buzz gone most would regain their inhibition.  The
experienced subs didn't put on much of a show but the others did.  It was
like they had become completely different people.  In a way they were.

   Almost all the inexperienced ones would beg to go home.  It was always
the same excuses also.  They would claim they didn't realize they were
signing up for more than one night.  Claiming they were drunk and didn't
know what they were doing at the time.  All of it was true of course to
some degree.  But Scott never let them off this easy.

   Hell, the more they wanted to be let go the more he wanted to keep them
longer.  The ones that fought the most were often the ones he kept the full
14 days.  His goal was always to hold a sub for at least 7 days but the
more experienced subs didn't fight for release at all.  Some were so
content that he got bored with them after just a couple days.

   If he didn't have anything better lined up then he would sometimes hold
them several days longer.  But he seldom got much enjoyment with them
during that time.  He would just toss them some toys and give them stupid
tasks to accomplish with them.  They were always very painful or degrading
tasks and the subs seemed to enjoy their stay.  But Scott didn't get much
out of it.

   None of this applied to Tina though.  She hadn't been drunk the night
prior let alone this morning.  Nor did she sign any contract that she could
try to beg her way out of.  Scott knew she would do plenty of begging, but
there wasn't going to be that much of it this soon.  So, he fucked her
mouth for only 10 minutes before he felt she had enough.  He then pulled
his dick out, walked over to the table and grabbed the now cold plate of
half eaten breakfast.  He walked back over and had Tina hold it in front of
her face.  He gave his dick a couple more tugs and then shot a huge load of
cum all over the bits of bacon, eggs and toast.

   Tina's nose scrunched up in disgust as she watched spurt after spurt of
semen splash onto the plate of food.  Scott normally came a lot, but this
load seemed much larger than normal.  He knew it was because of who the sub
was this time.  It had been over 30 years since he did anything sexual with
a girl Tina's age, and he had been only 13 at the time himself.  He
fantasized about young girls sometimes but never dreamed the real thing
would have such a huge affect on him.

   Scott enjoyed watching Tina's face as he covered the plate with his cum.
He served all his subs their first breakfast this way.  Unlike them,
however, Tina didn't seem to catch on right away that she was going to be
expected to eat the mess.  She was just disgusted by the look of the mess
at first.  However, by the time Scott neared the end of his climax Tina
must have figured out what was going on because she quickly looked up at
Scott's face with wide eyes of disbelief.  Scott could tell she was looking
for some sign that her analysis of the situation was incorrect.  However,
the smile and wink Scott gave her only confirmed her worst fears.

   "I'll be back in 15 minutes," Scott said as he squeezed the last of the
cum from his dick.  "I expect that plate to be sparkling clean by the time
I return."

   Scott found it surprising that Tina acted much like most of his prior
subs.  She got a little green at the thought of eating the slop, but didn't
dare complain.  She didn't even beg, which was something at least half the
other subs often did.  Those other subs of course were not as smart as Tina
seemed to be.  Scott could tell that Tina knew complaining wouldn't do her
any good and would probably even get her another taste of the belt.

   Scott watched her for a moment in hopes she might start eating her
breakfast.  She didn't move an inch though.  Again, this didn't surprise
him much.  Eating the plate of cum and food scraps was an extremely
degrading act even for some experienced subs.  Almost all would delay
starting the task until Scott actually left the room or gave them specific
orders to do it in his presence.

   There was a good chance Tina might get sick, so Scott decided he
wouldn't push her to eat it in front of him.  It was still morning and he
didn't want to spend the entire day with the fresh memory of Tina throwing
up.  He would watch it from his den though via the room's hidden cameras.
Watching it on the TV wasn't even 1/10th as bad as watching it in person.

   He wouldn't watch at all if he didn't have too.  But he did.  This was a
test to see if she would actually do it.  The "living area" Scott kept his
subs chained too most of the time had a 2-inch wide hole in the floor. 
This hole was basically their toilet as well as for drainage when he washed
them down or pissed on them.  The 2-inch hole only went down about 3 inches
before it connected to a much bigger 6-inch sewage pipe.

   The test was whether Tina would think to dispose of the food via the
hole or not and whether she would actually do it.  Tina was a smart cookie
though and was already inspecting the hole by the time Scott shut the door
and turned on the monitor.  He smiled as she leaned over it and tried to
see how deep it was.

   Once she was satisfied how deep it was she grabbed a piece of the food
and dangled it over the hole.  To Scott's delight, Tina didn't drop it. 
She did start crying, however, when it dawned on her that this was probably
a test.  This meant she had to either fail the test on purpose by tossing
it down the hole or eat it.

   It would have been an extremely easy decision less than an hour ago when
she had just woken up.  However, she had just received a very vicious belt
whipping since then.  The whipping had been much worse than the girl
probably could have ever imagined.  The thought of getting another such
whipping was unthinkable.

   Tina sobbed as she slowly brought the cum drenched piece of food to her
mouth and placed it on her tongue.  She closed her mouth and swallowed
hard. For a moment it looked like she might be sick, but she held her
ground.

   The next two pieces took her even longer to bring to her mouth.  But she
managed to will herself to do it.  By the fourth piece, Tina seemed to
speed up.  Scott wasn't sure if she was just used to the flavor already or
if she had lost track of time and didn't know how much longer it might be
before he returned.  She probably guessed that failing to finish the plate
would result in similar punishment to tossing it down the hole.

   Scott's dick got hard as he watched Tina's dainty hand and mouth working
on her breakfast.  She stopped for a moment once all the scraps were gone.
Scott always loved this moment.  The subs finish the scraps and almost
always halt like this.  They stare at the remaining mess of goo on the
plate, take a few deep breaths, close their eyes tight and then dive in. 
Tina was no different.

   She closed her eyes and tilted the plate up so that a majority of the
sperm ran down the inside of the plate and then right into her mouth.  Her
tiny mouth was almost overflowing with it by the time the plate stopped
dripping.  She closed her mouth and held the goo there for a moment before
she finally swallowed hard.  It took her two swallows to get it all.  Scott
laughed out loud when she finished the 2nd swallow and then opened her
mouth, stuck out her tongue and made a kind of "ew" sound.

   Tina then looked down at the plate.  Scott could tell she was trying to
judge whether the plate was clean enough or not.  It still had a decent
coat of cum on it and he could tell Tina knew her job wasn't over yet.  She
tried running her finger over the plate a couple times to scoop it up but
she barely got enough for one trip to her mouth.  She knew what had to be
done and so she did it.  She brought the plate to her face and started
licking it clean.

   This last task was trivial compared to what she had already done. 
Still, she made her "ew" face again once she finished.  Scott noticed that
she did cheat a little.  Instead of licking her fingers clean Tina just
rubbed them on her legs until the goo evaporated.

   It was a punishable offense, but not a major one at this point in her
training.  Certainly not worth revealing the fact that he had hidden
cameras in the room.  Tina obviously thought there were cameras or she
wouldn't have eaten the mess.  Still, it was one thing for her to suspect
this and another to confirm it for her.

   Scott looked up at the den's clock when he left the dungeon and again
when Tina had finished her task.  It took her right about 11 minutes. 
Scott grabbed a fresh notebook and wrote "TINA" on the front of it.  He
opened it up to the first page and spent the remaining 4 minutes making
various notes about Tina...  to include the 11 minutes.

   When his 4 minutes were up, Scott realized that his notes on Tina
included more questions about the girl than facts and observations.  This
concerned him.  He wasn't used to being so much in the dark when it came to
training a sub.  Sure, he picked up fresh new subs at the club sometimes.
Sometimes these were subs that no one in the club had ever seen before. 
Yet, even these subs he would know a great deal about before he would take
them home with him.  He might only spend an hour or so with them at the
club but he certainly would find out a lot more about them during that time
than he currently knew about Tina.

   "I have to go to the bathroom," Tina whispered when Scott returned to
collect the plate.

   "That sounds like a personal problem."

   Scott wanted to say that but didn't.  This wasn't the time for jokes. 
Instead, he just gave her another slap for talking without permission. 
Something told him though that Tina already knew this was going to get her
a slap.  She also already knew what the hole in her floor was for.  This
had just been a way for her to confirm it.

   "Good job," Scott praised her as he held the plate up to the light
inspecting it closely.

   While he didn't like to praise on the first day, he did always make sure
he did it at least a few times so he could see their reaction.  Scott
waited a moment to see if she would smile at his praise.  She didn't. 
Still, she didn't look back in anger like so many other subs before her had
made the mistake of doing.

   "Wait, you didn't toss it all down the hole did you?" Scott said as he
looked down the hole himself.  "Don't lie to me, I will know if you are
lying."

   Tina frantically shook her head "no".

   "You are to talk when answering a direct question," Scott said.  "Don't
just nod or shake your head unless you are gagged or I tell you to answer
that way."

   Scott looked at her for a moment but when she didn't say anything he
reached down and clipped her cuffs together.  He then tied the rope hanging
down from the pulley to her cuffs again.  Tina looked on with concern when
Scott then pulled the other end of the rope until she was on her toes
again. Once he had that tied off he walked over to the table, put the plate
down and grabbed the belt.

   "No!" Tina quickly replied when it finally dawned on her what her
mistake had been.

   "No, you didn't toss it down the hole or no you don't want to get your
pussy whipped?" Scott growled.

   "No, I didn't toss it down the hole," Tina said before he could reach
her.

   "So, you do want your pussy whipped," Scott said with a smile.

   It was a cruel game to play on any sub, let alone one as young as Tina.
But he often did it in order to transition into the rules of the dungeon.

   "Don't bother answering that," Scott said before she could get herself
into any trouble.  "The first thing you need to learn around here is that I
don't give a shit what you want or don't want.  All that matters is what I
want."

   That was rule number one.  Scott had her repeat the rule to him.  He
then started going over all the other rules.  Each time he would give a
rule he would make Tina repeat that rule and all of the prior ones as well.
If she left one out or repeated it wrong he would give her a hard whip with
the belt.

   There were 14 rules total.  Or at least 14 that she would learn today.
She ended up getting an additional 23 hits with the belt before they
finished.  This was actually pretty good for new sub.  All of the
experienced subs new these rules by heart in one form or another already.
The newer subs, however, made tons of mistakes.  Especially the ones with
bad memories.  Some made so many mistakes that Scott actually had to
shorten the list for them that first day to only 10 rules.  Any more than
that and he would end up whipping the skin off them.  Not to mention having
to spend hours on end correcting them.

   With Tina it had taken only 35 minutes.  Her memory was pretty
impressive, especially under these circumstances.  He had already been
pretty convinced she was smart, but this helped prove it further.  This was
definitely something to note in her log.  Over time, Scott discovered that
the smarter a sub was the greater the chances that it was the sub that
choose the S&M lifestyle and not someone forcing it on them.

   This would be especially correct for Tina if her story about Joe was
even remotely true.  The odds of an online predator getting far with Tina
seemed pretty remote unless she actually wanted it.  Likewise, the odds of
getting Tina to run away from home and stand in front of an S&M bar late at
night were even more remote.  Still, there were lots of other variables
that came into play sometimes that voided this theory.

   "You did good," Scott said when she finished reciting all 14 rules
perfectly.

   Tina's body was in pain but Scott could tell that his praise made her
happy.  Well, relieved would probably be a better description.  This early
in her training, praise simply told Tina she wasn't going to be punished
further.  Scott knew that in a week or two his kind words would move the
girl on a much deeper level than that.  Some subs even got to the point
where a mere pat on their head would make their hearts flutter.

   Scott had one that actually came sometimes when he praised her.  She was
new to S&M and didn't start doing this until the 10th day.  Scott found it
very fascinating.  However, at the same time he also found it a bit
disturbing.  He couldn't tell if he had accidentally caused severe mental
damage or if the woman had simply been a natural sub all her life and never
knew it.  Regardless, he took it easy on her the final four days just in
case.

   This girl actually turned out to be the reason he got invited to sit at
the "big table" with all his current associates at the club.  They were all
impressed with Scott's initial training of her.  This invite in turn got
Scott to focus primarily on this club.  Until then he often rotated from
club to club.  Basically, he had found a home.

   Scott walked back to the table and dropped the belt on it.  He then
stood for a moment staring at the two jars of ointment he placed there
earlier.  Each one was a personal special blend.  And each one had
completely different purposes.  One would help sooth and hasten Tina's
recovery from the belt whipping.  The other would do the exact opposite. 
It would not only burn but also even cause further damage.  The belt marks
that had come close to breaking the skin would sometimes even scab up
thanks to this ointment.

   Scott was torn between which ointments he wanted to use.  Tina's skin
had been a picture of absolute perfection when she had first arrived. 
Looking at and touching that perfection turned him on.  However, the idea
of temporarily covering that perfection with scabs also aroused him. 
Unfortunately, it really wasn't his decision to make.  Tina had already
made the decision for him by being such an obedient little sub.  He only
delayed in choosing the soothing ointment because it gave him great
pleasure to fantasize about using the other.

   Tina tried backing away from Scott as he approached her with the jar of
ointment.  The rope and pulley were holding her up so high that her actions
only caused her to loose her balance and slide back Scott's direction.

   Tina's eyes begged for mercy but she didn't dare say anything.  "No
begging." That was rule number 3.  It was really a subset of rule number 2
which stated, "No talking unless given permission." Scott liked to make
this one separate though because it gave him more lead way to punish the
subs.  For example, begging with her eyes and shaking her head "no" did not
violate rule number 2 but he could certainly apply it to rule number 3.  It
was too early in the game though to get this strict with her.  Maybe in a
few days.

   The one thing Scott loved about this ointment over the other was that he
could apply it with his bare hands.  The other one would sting his fingers
sometimes.  His fingers would later also turn an angry red if he didn't
wash them off good enough.  The soothing ointment had none of these
necessary precautions.  This meant that Scott could not only use his bare
hands on the girl but also take his time in doing so.

   "Oh!" Tina let out when Scott began to spread the ointment across her
back with his fingers.

   The sound had been one of pain, but was quickly followed by one of
relief as she discovered the effects of the ointment.  Scott spread the
ointment all over her welted back and then moved around to her front.  He
took his time here.  The ointment application turned almost into a massage
when he reached Tina's breasts.  Like most men, Scott loved breasts.  He
was surprised though at how turned on it got him to run his fingers of
Tina's chest since she really didn't have much in the department of
breasts. She did, however, have very nice nipples and puffy areola.  Right
now those nipples were very hard and the areola were filled with goose
bumps.

   Scott envied the girl for how excited her body must feel right now.  Not
that he would want to trade places with her.  After all, the ointment only
had this affect on subs after they received somewhat brutal whippings.

   Scott let his fingers linger on Tina's chest for over 2 minutes.  She
was blushing and doing her little slut dance by the time he decided to move
on.  He did her tight little tummy next and then the fronts of her legs. 
Tina let out a tiny sound of disappointment and frustration when Scott
completely bypassed her cunt.

   "It's too bad we didn't whip your cunt or I could rub some ointment
there also," Scott teased her.

   Tina blushed even deeper at this comment.  Scott wondered if the blush
was because Scott knew she wanted to be rubbed there or if she was actually
starting to wish he had used the belt on her in this fashion.

   Scott gave her front another minute of attention before he spun her
around and worked on her back again.  He started on her lower legs and
quickly worked his way up to her butt which he had completely ignored
earlier with the ointment.  Scott was definitely an ass man and wanted to
save this part for last.

   Anyone could tell Scott was an ass man simply by how many times the belt
had landed there.  Unlike Tina's back, legs and chest, her ass didn't
contain a series of red stripes.  The belt had landed here so many times
that it was just one large red area.  She would have a hard time sitting
for the next few days, but he was certain it would return to normal within
a week.  Or at least it would if he didn't plan to whip it further... 
which he did plan to do of course.

   Scott rubbed her sore butt with the ointment for almost 5 minutes.  Tina
then gasped when Scott let his slick fingers slide in between her ass
cheeks.  He ran his fingers up and down her crack.  The sensation of
Scott's fingertips bumping across her puckered asshole was almost too much
to bear.

   Scott smiled as Tina began to moan and push back slightly against his
fingers.  Later she would probably question how she could get so excited by
the hands of a guy that had so recently hurt her so badly.  Right now,
however, she just bathed in the tingles his fingers produced.

   "Aren't you glad I whipped you here?" Scott whispered as he continued to
run his fingers through her ass crack.

   Technically, the belt never landed in her ass crack, but Tina wasn't
going to argue the point.

   "Yes...  master," Tina said, remembering to add the "master" at the last
moment.

   This had been one of the rules.  She should always refer to Scott as her
master when addressing him.  Actually, the exact rule said she should refer
to Scott as master not only when she talked to or about him, but even when
she was just thinking about him.

   "Yeah, as if he can regulate what I'm thinking," Tina remembered
thinking to herself.

   "Good girl," Scott praised when he heard her use the word.  "You would
be surprised how many girls forget to use that title the first time.  They
never forget it a second time though."

   Tina wasn't sure if she should thank her master or not.  She wanted to
keep him happy but doubted that speaking without being given a direct
question actually would be the wise thing to do.  She decided it was best
to just stay quiet.

   "Oh!" the sound escaped her lips before she could stop herself.

   Scott had suddenly slid his slick middle finger up Tina's asshole.  He
only pumped her ass a couple times before it suddenly was removed. 
Something much larger then pressed against her hole.  Scott could tell by
the worried look on Tina's face that she thought he was about to fuck her
up the ass.  The thought had crossed his mind, but his normal procedure
dictated that he just plug the girl.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" Tina said over and over as Scott slowly pushed the butt
plug up her ass.

   Scott had decided on one of his medium size plugs for Tina.  Of course,
for a girl Tina's size the plug looked way too big.  However, it was only
about 2.25 inches thick at its widest point and she had arrived with a
1.75-inch plug already up her ass.  And she had worn that plug easily. 
This new plug was a tight fit but he seen no signs of her tearing or being
in extreme pain.

   Inserting the plug had stressed the girl out a bit though.  Once it got
seeded Tina let out a groan of relief.  Her legs gave out on her for a
moment also.  She hung freely from her wrists for almost 30 seconds before
she got control of her limbs again.

   "I hope I don't have to tell you what will happen if that plug hits the
floor," Scott growled at her.

   It was a rhetorical question and Scott turned and left before Tina could
decide whether she should answer it or not.  Tina let out a moan when she
realized Scott wasn't stopping at the table but continuing onward toward
the door.  Surely he wouldn't leave her strung up like this.  But he did.

   Stringing a sub up in the dungeon was yet another test Scott always
performed on first-time visitors.  It may sound simple enough, but it
actually tested several different things.

   The first thing it tested was whether the sub would follow unspoken
orders.  The leather cuffs only provided minimal confinement.  There were a
few ways a sub could easily escape this particular situation.  It would
take some stretching, but they could get just enough slack in the rope in
order to help them loosen and untie the knot connected to the cuffs' chain.
If they were really ambitious, their leg provided just enough freedom that
they could climb up the rope and try to unhook the pulley from the ceiling.
A much easier solution would have been to just try to undo the cuffs
themselves.

   He had not given any kind of verbal order to stay standing or even
cuffed.  However, any normal sub would know that such an order didn't need
to be given.  It was an assumed command.  Very few actually failed this
part of the test.  But, there were some that went straight to work on the
cuffs the second the door closed.  Tina was smarter than that though.

   The next part of the test involved the sub's physical endurance. 
Standing on your tiptoes with your hands stretched high above you is very
strenuous.  Some subs even start to show strain before Scott gets out of
the room.  Others last maybe 20 minutes before their legs start to give
out. They start letting their full weight dangle from their arms.  This
becomes very painful so they are forced to go back to their toes after a
minute.  They go back and forth like this for some time.  Tina lasted an
amazing 47 minutes before she started trying to rest her legs like this.

   This of course leads to the final big test...  pain endurance.  At first
it starts out as just pain from the muscle strain.  However, as the muscles
wear down the sub's arm joints begin to strain.  For many, this pain
becomes much worse than their orientation whipping with the belt.

   At this point, they all try to escape.  Tina was no different.  Using
her last reserves of energy, Tina got back onto her tiptoes and frantically
tried to undo her cuffs.  But like so many subs before her, she realizes
that she has waited too long.  Her legs give out and she hangs freely from
her wrists before she can even get part of one of the cuffs undone.  She
tries a couple more times before her legs give out completely on her.

   Scott knows it won't be long now so he gets up from his desk and stands
next to the hidden door to the dungeon.

   "Any minute now," Scott says to himself as he watches the screen
closely.

   One minute, two minutes...  it's very tiring just standing there but
Scott doesn't want to enter too soon.  It is an amazing 7 minutes before
Tina finally starts to scream for help.  Scott waits another 45 seconds and
then storms into the room.

   "What the fuck is all this noise?" Scott yells.

   "Please, master," Tina begs.  "Please let me down.  It hurts so bad."

   Scott walks quickly across the room, picking up the belt along the way.
God he loves whipping them once they are too tired to move.  Some of
Scott's acquaintances say they hate a sub that is too tired to try to
escape the whip.  Scott thinks they are nuts.  That is the best time. 
Scott feels that nothing puts a sub in their proper place better than
abusing and wearing them down to the point they can't even move a finger,
then abusing them even more.

   Scott wanted to start swinging the belt right away.  However, safety
came first.  He went up to Tina and rotated her limp body so he could check
her arm sockets.  Some subs wait so long to start screaming that their arms
literally pop out of their sockets before Scott can whip them.  In those
cases he lowers them to the floor immediately and pops their arms back into
place.  Then he whips them.  As he suspected, Tina was still in good shape.
She was so young and light that he probably could keep her strung up for
another hour before her joints started to give way.

   Scott stepped back and started swinging the belt.  Tina started
screaming as the belt landed on her already reddened body.  It was only a
minute before Tina lacked the strength to even scream.  She just hung there
limp while panting and drooling on herself.  Scott didn't even bother to
stop long enough to turn the girl.  When he wanted to move from one side of
her to the other he just let the belt whip around her waist enough to force
her limp body to turn.

   Scott normally gave subs a good 50 hits with the belt.  He stopped at 35
with Tina.  Not only was she much younger, but deserved some leniency since
she had passed all his tests with flying colors so far.

   The next 5 minutes were spent rubbing the soothing ointment on her fresh
belt marks.  It wasn't as fun this time though since Tina was barely
conscious.  Once done, he finally undid the rope and lowered her to the
floor.  Tina was out cold before he could even get her cuffs off.

   3.

   Tina was out for most of the day.  During that time Scott spent most of
his time relaxing on the beach.  He did take the time, however, to riffle
through Tina's belongings that he had sitting on his work bench in the
dungeon.  Other than her clothes and the butt plug she didn't have much on
her.  She did have a purse but it was just full of junk.  She didn't have
any ID, which wasn't surprising considering her age.  He was surprised that
she had even thought to throw away her bus ticket so it would be harder to
trace where she had run away from.

   One thing he could tell was that she appeared to come from a poor
family. What few useful things she had in her purse, like makeup, were all
cheep Kmart type products.  She was just a kid though, so it is possible
her parents just refused to buy the expensive stuff for her.  The purse was
the real giveaway though.  It was one of those hard sided purses shaped
like a triangle.  He often noticed girls her age carrying similar purses,
but none that looked as cheep as this one.  The purse looked like it cost
less than the cheep stuff it contained.

   This was something no girl from a rich family would put up with.  If her
parents were rich she would beg them night and day until they finally
bought her something presentable.

   Scott thought about burning her stuff since he planned to keep her long
term.  Instead, he decided to just leave it all on the table.  The next
time he went shopping he would grab a coat rack and place all the stuff on
it.  It would get all the stuff out of his way, yet allow Tina to still
easily see it from her "living" area.  It would be a nice reminder for her
of her past life.

   Tina woke up around 6 p.m.  while Scott was applying more of the
ointment to her body.  Scott could tell her muscles were still pretty sore.
However, the sleep had clearly done her some good.

   "A...are we done, master?" Tina dared to ask as she woke.

   Scott just laughed and finished applying the ointment.  This type of
question wasn't all that uncommon.  Scott always found it funny because of
the way they asked it.  Some asked as though they were disappointed that
their "adventure" might be over already.  Others, like Tina, asked it
almost as though they were praying they could go home now.

   Tina started crying when she realized her time with Scott was far from
over.  During this stage, some subs cried in sorrow like Tina, some got
angry and yet others seemed to be happy or indifferent.  While he always
took notes on their reactions, Scott also always ignored their sobs,
threats or what have you.

   He would ignore them for an hour then come back with a belt and punish
those that had broken rules during their little emotional tantrums, etc. 
Normally, it was the angry ones that got the punishments since they were
the ones that always talked without permission.  Tina was lucky in that she
wouldn't be punished for her small question...  and sobbing definitely
wasn't a punishable offense.  In fact, Scott felt sobbing just added to the
dungeon's ambiance.

   Still, Scott seemed to have a harder time trying to ignore the girl.  He
could only guess that it was because of her age.  There was just something
about her sobs that, well, tugged at his heart a little.  It certainly
didn't affect him enough that he might actually let the girl off easy, but
it was enough to cause concern.  This type of emotional feeling had no
business in S&M games...  well, not in Scott's version of S&M anyway.

   "Fill this," Scott said as he grabbed a plastic pouch from the table and
tossed it on the floor in front of the cowering Tina.

   Tina picked up the package and examined it closely.  She got a queasy
feeling deep in her stomach when she realized it contained a large syringe.
She looked back up at Scott not sure what he was asking of her.

   "Blood," Scott informed her.  "Stick it in your arm and then fill the
syringe with blood."

   "But..." Tina stopped herself before she even started.

   Her master had not asked a question and she already knew she was on thin
ice from having spoken out earlier.  Besides, she was at a bit of a loss
for words right now.

   Scott tried to pretend the order was just some trivial everyday thing,
but he still kept his eye on Tina as she removed the syringe from it's
wrapper.  He had a sub once that actually threw the thing at him.  The
needle dug a good inch into his thigh.  Boy did that sub regret that
action.

   While Scott didn't like being used as a dartboard, his main reason for
watching was because it turned him on so much.  It wasn't so much the
needle itself, but the look in Tina's eyes as she tried to cope with what
she was being asked to do.  Tina's safety was also a consideration.  She
could actually kill herself if she did something drastically wrong like
inject air into a vein.

   Scott also got a small perverse excitement out of watching a sub try to
learn how to use the syringe.  Even a girl as young as Tina has had a shot
and possibly blood drawn before.  However, many never actually watched the
nurses doing it.  So, while they had a general idea of where to stick the
needle, not all knew exactly which vein to aim for or how deep to push the
needle in.

   "Hurry up," Scott commanded right when Tina was getting ready to make
her first attempt.

   This was Scott's little inside joke.  He always said this right before
they stuck the needle in the first time.  It made them all almost jump out
of their skin.  Poor Tina actually pissed herself when Scott said this. 
Tina was sitting in her corner and blushed with embarrassment as the piss
pooled under her and soaked her butt and legs.

   She then looked up at Scott in fright.  Keeping her area clean was one
of the rules and pissing on the floor certainly broke that rule.  Tina
blushed, however, when she seen not anger on Scott's face but a smile. 
Tina just hoped that he was smiling at her embarrassment and not at the
thought of some punishment he would give her later for doing it.

   Tina's hand was shaking like a leaf as she slowly pressed the tip of the
needle against her arm.  She looked closely, but could only barely see her
veins under the skin.  She slowly started pushing the needle inward.  She
didn't even break the skin before the pain caused her to quickly pull it
away.  Tina was a bit confused since it had never hurt that bad whenever
the nurse gave her a shot.

   "How can he expect me to do this," Tina thought to herself.

   Scott was not surprised by Tina's reaction to the needle.  Almost all
the subs acted the same way.  It was still important though that he get a
feel for each slave and their like or dislike for needles.  Tina appeared
to fall into the standard category as most other people in the world. 
Poking herself with a needle was just not something she could do.  Or at
least it wasn't something she thought she could do.

   Scott knew that all Tina needed was the proper motivation.  So, he
grabbed the belt from the table and started walking her way.  Tina looked
up in horror as she seen Scott approach with the belt.

   A small poke in the arm was child's play compared to another session
with the belt.  Or at least that is what Tina tried to convince herself as
she quickly brought the needle back to her arm and pressed it in.

   "Ow!" Tina yelled as pain shot from her arm.

   Scott could tell she had shoved the needle in way too deep.  It was hard
to tell what she might actually be poking into, but there was no doubt the
pain was real.  He smiled as Tina tried to withdraw blood but got nothing.
She looked up at Scott in fear only to find him looked back at her with a
bit of an impatient look on his face.

   Tina couldn't think of anything else to do other than pull the needle
out and try again.  So, she did.  Scott folded the belt and made snapping
noises with it as Tina poked herself again and again.  Many of the subs
never manage to get any blood.  It's just too difficult to find the vein
without using a tourniquet of some type.  Especially under these
circumstances.

   He always let the subs poke themselves 20 times before he stepped in and
did it himself.  Tina was only on her 8th try when a little blood actually
shot into the syringe.  It wasn't much but you would have thought Tina had
just struck oil.  She didn't smile but you could see the excitement in her
eyes.  She slowly pushed the needle deeper but the blood stopped.  So, she
reversed directions a micro inch at a time until she got a good flow going.

   "Good girl," Scott praised as the syringe finally filled completely.

   Hitting the vein had been pure luck, but even this early in their
training Scott still likes to praise his subs whenever they accomplish
something.  Especially if the task involves pain.

   Scott carefully took the syringe from Tina and then injected the blood
into a small sanitized medical jar.  There was a small fridge at the other
end of the room.  He walked over to it and placed the blood inside.  He
would take the blood to a friend of his in the morning for examination.

   Many subs carried proof on them that they were disease free.  However,
Scott always double-checked.  Tina was much younger than his prior subs but
it never hurt to play it safe.  For all he knew, the girl's father has AIDs
and has been fucking the girl.

   Scott's lab tech friend could be counted on for discretion.  However,
Scott was still a little concerned about having the blood tested.  What if
his friend got caught processing the blood outside normal channels?  He was
a good friend, but Scott doubted he would take the rap if they did a DNA
test on the blood and found it belonged to some runaway preteen.

   The risk of getting an STD was too great though not to test it. 
Besides, his friend has been testing blood for him like this for years and
has never got caught.  There was no reason why this time would be any
different.

   Scott grabbed a bottle of alcohol on his way back over to Tina.

   "Pull your arm across your chest with the needle marks facing up," Scott
instructed.

   Tina didn't understand exactly what he wanted, so Scott demonstrated for
her.  It wasn't much different from stretching exercises she did in gym
class at school.  It did seem a bit odd though in this particular
situation.

   "Make sure your arm is a good seal against your chest," Scott told her.
"I'm going to pour some alcohol on your arm so that we can make sure you
don't get an infection."

   "Ow, ow, ow," Tina repeated over and over as Scott poured the alcohol on
her.

   While the needle marks did hurt, the real pain was coming from the
alcohol soaking into her still somewhat red and sore chest.  Scott even
made it a point to pour the alcohol on her chest and let it run down before
pooling against her arm and covering the needle marks.

   Scott always wrote this off as a pain endurance test.  However, by this
point he already had a good feel for that.  No, this was really just "fun".
For Scott anyway.  He knew the alcohol stung like a bitch against her
recently battered skin.  Tina was a trooper though and held steady.  She
continued to groan though and her tears were flowing pretty thick also.

   "Very good girl," Scott praised after a minute.  "You can lift your arm
now."

   Tina let out a sigh of relief as she lifted her arm and let the pool of
alcohol leave her chest area.

   "AHHHH!" Tina shouted at the top of her lungs as the big pool of alcohol
oozed between her legs and washed over her cunt.

   Tina jumped up and started dancing around in a feeble effort to relieve
the pain in her cunt.  The alcohol stung her pussy a million times more
than it had her arm and raw chest.

   "That was for pissing on the floor without permission," Scott informed
her once the alcohol evaporated and Tina settled down.

   Scott went back to the table for a moment.  When he turned back Tina
noticed he had what appeared to be electrical equipment in his hands.  This
got Tina crying again.

   "What's the matter sugar?" Scott asked.

   "I...I want to go home," Tina said between sobs.

   "Don't cry," Scott said as he set everything down next to her.  "You are
home."

   -- to be
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story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author does not condone such
activities in real life.  Also, I do not recommend that you try duplicating
anything mentioned in my stories; even if you are doing them legally.  I
try to keep most of the activities semi realistic, however, many of these
things can and probably would cause severe damage. 
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