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Slave Trade:  Sandy (Part 1/?)
(MF, MF/F, caution: slave [rape, tort, Mdom, bd, ds, sm, humil], bi)
by Eidalac

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Authors Note:

A few weeks and 6 more pages and I think this is a good stopping point for
part one.

Thanks to everyone who gave feedback for the first draft, and here is
looking forward to my lazy butt working on part 2.

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Disclaimers:

The following is a story of adult fantasy, and is intended only for
adults.  If you are under 21 or don't like such stories or for any other
reason should not be reading sexual content, this would be the time to
get out.

All events depicted here are done so as fantasy, and are probably not
anything you should ever attempt in real life, due to moral and legal
ramifications.  If you don't understand the above, now is the time to
get out.

All events and persons depicted here are fictional constructs.  Any
Similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story
and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental.  If
you can't understand that, get out, please.

Provided you are an adult who understands the above, you have the right
To copy, store and otherwise distribute this work (electronically or
physically), provided no profit is made, the contents are kept as is,
the original author is given proper credit and that it is not
disseminated to minors.

All rights reserved by the author, who can be reached at the e-mail
service provided by google.  If you can't deduce the address, you don't
need to be contacting him.  The hotmail address that may be listed with
this is a junk account.

You have been warned.

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Synopsis:

A young woman catches the wrong eyes and finds herself in a literal
dungeon and at the mercy of a man with the aim of making a slave out
of her.

(MF, MF/F, caution: slave [rape, tort, Mdom, bd, ds, sm, humil], bi)


~~~~~~

Sandy grunted, for a moment too dazed to figure out what the hell just
happened.  The college freshman's mind raced to play catch-up with
reality.  For the moment, she was unaware that she was laying on a
stone floor in a dark, empty room.

The last thing the luscious young woman recalled clearly was that she
had been at some bar, trying to figure out a tactful way to get that
one cute guy away from his friends, who had been hovering around her
since she started talking with him.  Then the world just blurred around
her.

"Damn, I didn't drink that much, did I?"  She inquired to the empty air
as she propped herself up on one arm and rubbed her head with the other.

'Well, I'm on the ground, I must have busted ass.'  She though as she
finally started to get her bearings.  Before she could finish thinking
about having made a fool out of herself, it at last dawned on her that
she wasn't in a crowded bar.

With a gasp, Sandy's head jerked up, her shoulder-length dark-blond hair
whipping up for an instant, green eyes wide with a mix of confusion and
panic.

"What the fuck?"  She demanded, forcefully, as her head spun from side
to side as she surveyed the room.  She couldn't really see anything, the
place was practically pitch black.  The floor under her hands felt like
cold stone, and even through her jeans she could feel dampness.

Sandy bolted upright, fist clenched and lips twisted.  "Ok, what the
god-damned hell is going on?  I swear I will put you in the fucking
hospital for this shit!"  The woman roared, but the surrounding darkness
yielded no answers.  As moments passed, the silence started to dull the
edges of her rage, and fear started to gnaw at the edges of her mind.

'Ok, cool it.  You still have your pants on, a jacket, two shirts and a
bra.  No funny business happening.  You had too much to drink, passed
out and those bastards just dumped you.  Nothing more serious than that.'
She thought, trying to keep her nerve up.

"Ok, time is up."  She again cried into the shadows.  "Last chance up
come out now, because if I have to hunt you down, it will hurt so much
more."  Again, there was no answer.

"Fine."  Sandy snorted, striding out into the darkness.

She didn't go far, however, before her outreaching hands closed around a
metal rod, one of many linked together.  Her heart bursting righting
through her chest, Sandy scrambled to the side, following the barrier.
Every instant she didn't reach an edge, she moved faster.

By the time she hit the first corner, she had tripped over herself twice,
and was using the bars to keep herself upright.  By the second corner,
she was panting and mumbling under her labored breath.  When she passed
the third, she tripped and fell hard on her knees and, her mind hazed
with panic, resorted to crawling the rest of the way till she hit the
forth corner.

"No..."  Her mind raced, trying to think of some other way to rationalize
the obvious, some way this must be a trick of the darkness, some way she
wasn't locked in a cage.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Sandy continued to scream for a long time, but the shadows remained
mockingly silent.

~~~

Hours had passed before the girl collapsed into something like sleep, her
voice hoarse and joints battered from futile screams and attempts to
climb over or otherwise escape her cage.
_
It was then that footsteps echoed on the stone floor.  The source was, in
the darkness, little more than a black outline of a man.  Unlike the girl,
he was quite used to the darkness, and could see quite fine.  He had never
been more than a few feet away, but she had fallen from a trap door in the
bright bar above, and had succumb to panic before she could adjust to the
difference in light.

Now that she was unconscious, he could get a closer look at her.  The
pictures he had been shown before never did real justice to the subjects.

She was in the prime of her young life, 19 and starting college.  A long,
pretty face with hazel eyes and soft hair that was a dark blond, nearly
brown, though he couldn't tell if any dying were involved.  It was cut
just under shoulder length, and she wore a red and white bandana wrapped
around her skull like a cap.

She was about average height, and wasn't sporting a massive chest, but he
preferred girls who didn't look like Barbie, so all the better.  She was
wearing an outfit that he supposed was some kind of tomboy-chic, and she
was large enough to pull it off while still being slender enough to have
smooth curves.  Her outfit consisted of a pale-green jacket, a dark green
turtle-neck and a white-undershirt that was long enough to hang down to
just past her ass.

The latter was something of a let-down, as it had kept him from getting a
good look at her ass while she was running around franticly.  From her
legs and the way her jeans hugged her, he was betting it was a fine ass.

"Well, sucks to be you."  Considering his position and intent, the man
certainly didn't sound overly pleased with the situation.

~~~

Sandy came too with a groan, only opening one eye in the forlorn hope
that she had been having a nightmare, despite what her aching body was
telling her.

Her body was right, of course.  Still, she wasn't panicking right away,
which meant she was better able to take stock of her situation.  Now that
her eyes were adjusted a bit, she could make out most of the cage, all
metal bars running from the stone roof into the floor, wielded with
cross-bars.  She could also now make out a door.

Still groaning as her tired arms pushed her up, Sandy then realized what
had woken her up.

She really had to take a piss.

"Of course."  She muttered darkly.

Quickly, her eyes picked out what a small hole in the floor in one
corner of the cage.  From the smell, it was pretty clear what it was
used for.  Sandy glared at it for a long time, but her bladder didn't
give a damn about the situation.

Reluctantly, the young woman unfastened her jeans and slid the tight
material down over the firm hump of her posterior.  It wasn't till they
were around her ankles that Sandy paused to scowl with the realization
that she would have to squat over the hole to piss, which meant she would
have to take them all the way off.

"Why the fuck not."

A few moments latter, she had unlaced and removed her black high-tops,
jeans and purple silk panties, and was squatting over a smelling hole in
the ground, pissing into the void.  The pressure on her bladder had been
great enough that the sensation of release caused Sandy to close her eyes
for a moment, her situation put away for a flash.

By the time she registered the sound of fabric rustling and twisted her
head, her panties were gone and her jeans were half-way past the bars,
where a dark figure had grasp them.

"Son of a Bitch!"  Sandy roared, springing around as best she could,
despite the fact that she was still trailing a stream of yellow piss,
spattering the floor as well as her legs.

Her focus, however, was on her retreating pants.  With a viscous sneer,
she grasp the last scrap of them and gave a yank powerful enough to
unbalance the man on the other side of the cage.  Close enough to see now,
he was a young man, probably in his 20's, with brown hair and overall
average looks.  Some part of her brain still managed to categorize him
into the 'cute but not dateable' group.

"You are so fuckin..."  Sandy's tirade was cut off in mid snarl as the
cold-faced man snaked some kind of rod through the bars.  When it
contacted Sandy's belly, a lance of pain arced up her spine, her back
arched and arms went numb as a white haze of pain slammed into her mind.

When the haze cleared, she was laying on the floor, like when she had
first arrived, her arms behind her holding her body up.  This time,
however, she was naked from the waist down and her spread legs, wet with
urine, exposed the bushy tufts of dark hair covering her cunt.

Reflexively, Sandy curled up to cover herself.

The man chuckled.  "You realize I was watching the entire time you were
pissing in the pit.  I've seen your pussy, I've seen your ass.  I haven't
seen your tits, yet."

"Touch me and I'll make you eat your hand, you bastard."  She spit.

"I bet you would."  He still sounded amused.  Given his position, that
was understandable.  "I like that in a woman."

"Freak.  You're just some looser who can't get himself fucked, there is
no way in hell I'll let you get away with this."

"Consider this, Slave, you have been down her for more than eight hours.
You've already exhausted yourself trying to escape, so you know you aren't
strong enough to do that.  Now, the last thing you drank was beer, and
very shortly you are going to start to get very thirsty.  Do you know how
long a person can live without water, Slave?"

Sandy glared at the man, her eyes practically glowing with rage.  Her
mind, however, was processing what he was saying.  'If I don't get out,
he can just let me dehydrate and stave till... till I... no...'

"Someone..."  She started, but was cut off.

"... will find you?  Come looking for you?  No, Slave, they won't."  The
man calmly interjected.  "I saw you find the pit, you know it's been used
before.  Since I've started my 'tenure' down here, you are the fifteenth
girl to come down.  If you'll humor me, I'll elaborate a bit."

Sandy bit her lip.  He had to be exaggerating, but if she could keep him
talking, he might slip up.

"I'll take that as  a yes, Slave."  From the darkness, the man pulled in
a chair and sat down next to the cage.  "You probably recall that there
were three men with you at the bar, before you fell down the trap door.
Enough to screen anyone from seeing you fall down.  What you probably
don't recall is the woman behind one of them, who was dressed in just
about the same thing as you, with about the same hair."

Sandy shivered at the implication.

"Once you fell, she stepped in, and they all kept on 'chatting'.  About
ten minute latter, the men drifted off and your double wandered around
for a bit.  About half an hour latter, she left, heading back to your
apartment, stopping nearby with a public restroom before chaining out of
her disguise and leaving.  So, anyone who recalls you from the bar will
remember you leaving, alone, and there will be plenty of people who will
remember seeing you walking to your apartment.  Those guys you were with
in the bar are already in another state, with the girl, and nobody will be
looking at the bar for you."

Shady shook her head.  "You can't..."

"Oh, the trap door?  It's perfectly safe.  You see, the top of it is
tripped from the bar, but there is a safeguard down here.  So long as
that is on, there will be a solid slab of cement under the door, just
like the rest of the floor.  The only way to find it is to rip up the
entire floor and three feet of foundation."

Forgetting her lack of pants, Sandy lunged for the bars, arms reaching
out towards her captor.  "YOU SICK FUCK, IWILLFkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk."

He was faster, however.  As the girl grasp towards him, he struck with
the same electrical rod as before, striking right on her exposed pussy.
The pain from before was nothing compared to the agony spreading from
between her legs, and as Sandy's head snapped back, a gloved hand closed
around her neck, holding her body upright as the rod continued to blast
current into her tender mound.

Tears streaming down her face, Sandy could only convulse and gargle on
her own saliva as her entire world was consumed by white-hot pain.

Once again, the haze cut off her sensation of anything beyond the pain.
As it lifted, a different pain was spreading from her neck.  The man had
withdrawn the rod, leaving her abused pussy to throb, but his hand was
still around her neck, and Sandy was grasping his arm to support herself,
her legs no longer able to hold her up.

It was a struggle for her to breathe, and her mind was still reeling and
unable to think.

"Now, let me be clear."  The man was no longer speaking with a cold voice,
but with one like a killing frost.  "You are a Slave, and I am your
Master.  You will obey, or you will be punished, and the pain you just
felt is nothing like what I can, and will, do to you.  I will let you get
away with certain indiscretions at first, but do not ever think you will
ever be permitted to act like that to me.  You will address me only as
Master.  You will obey me without hesitation.  You will never question my
orders, save to clarify something you do not understand.  You have no
name, no identity, you are Slave and nothing more."  With that, 'Master'
jerked the girl forward, knocking her face against the bars of the cage
before thrusting her back, sending her flying onto the floor.

"Any questions, Slave?"

Sandy lay down, panting and half-sobbing as she rubbed her neck.
"...you.... bastard..."

The man only chuckled.  "I like your style.  Well, see you in a day or
so, then we'll discuss water."

Sandy could only glare with one eye as the figure retreated.  Her legs
were still twitching and weak from the shock, and her groin still felt
like it was on fire on top of the pain in her neck and head.  All she
could do was sob and curse under her breath.

"...bastard..."

~~~

At some point, Sandy finally regained enough composure to stop sobbing
and try sitting.  Her legs responded, barely.  Her cheek and neck felt
like they were starting to bruise, and her pussy still ached.  As best
she could, Sandy examined her abused cunt.  The flesh of her mound was red
and swollen, and she stifled a yelp just from touching it.  Forcing
herself to ignore the pain, and the though that that bastard could be
watching, Sandy spread her swollen lips to see if there was any damage.

She found none, though she was disgusted enough by how wet she was and
that, despite the pain, her flesh was so tender that she was already
starting to feel aroused just from a few light touches.  "Just fucking
great.  Bastard, bastard, bastard."

Putting those thoughts aside, Sandy removed her jacked and did her best
to tie it into a crude skirt.  Fortunately, her undershirt was long
enough to give her at least some coverage where the jacket failed.
Crawling over to the bars, the young woman pulled herself up and hobbled
towards the door of the cage.

She didn't have the energy to try as hard as she might, but the door was
solid.  A single hinge ran the whole length of it, and the edges of the
door and frame were each a good two inches thick.  She managed to reach
around and find the keyhole, but it was built into the frame, so was as
sturdy as the metal itself.

Without her pants, she didn't have a thing she might even try to pick it
with.

~~~

The next several hours were painfully long, with little Sandy could do
but to pace her cage.  She tested the door over and over, several times
ending with her screaming in rage or bawling in frustration.

She had to use the 'pit' several more times, driving home the indignity
of her situation as she was forced to defecate into the hole.   Without
anything to wipe herself with, Sandy was forced to sacrifice a sock to
remove some of the shit from herself.  By the time she had that idea, the
piss on her leg from earlier had already dried into a number of itching
spots.

Aside from that, she was left to try and fight her growing thirst and
hunger, and the terrible realization of what she might have to do just
for water.  She tried to sleep several times, but her mind was too tense
and her body to hurt for her to do more than roll on the cold floor.

~~~

"You certainly are resourceful.  I don't think any of the others thought
of using a sock like that."

Sandy was in the center of the cage, her right had grasping her left arm
as she twisted her head away from her captor.  "Bastard."

"'Master'."  He replied, followed by the sound of falling water.

That snapped Sandy's head around in a hurry, to behold a large gallon jug
of water being poured slowly onto the ground.  Her thirst, which she had
been barely coping with, flared up.

"No!"

"'Master'."  He repeated.

Sandy swallowed hard, which didn't help much.  She had to get a drink.
She didn't know how long it had really been, but on top of the pain and
humiliation, she couldn't fight her instinctive need to drink.

"...master."  She weakly spoke, looking down at the floor as hard as she
could.

"Speak up, Slave."

She jerked her head up, nostrils flaring.  "I said 'Master'."

"I don't like that tone, Slave."

The jug was half empty, and Sandy could feel her heart pulsing.

"..I..."  She averted her eyes again, her face flushing.  "I'm sorry
Master."

The sound of pouring water stopped, and Sandy glanced over, daring to
hope.

"That's better.  Now, if the Slave wishes to have water, the Slave will
do as instructed.  If the Slave does not, the Slave will have to wait
until tomorrow to try again.  Does the Slave understand?"

Her eyes snapped away again, and Sandy gripped her arm tight enough to
start to hurt.  She didn't think she could stand to go another day without
a drink.

"...yes..."

Water started to pour on the ground again, and Sandy again looked back
at her tormenter, this time her eyes wide with panic, she took a step
forward before she realized what had happened.

Once again, her face was downcast.

"Yes, Master, the Slave understands."   The words were like bile rising.
She didn't want to say them, but she couldn't stop herself.  She had to
drink.

"That's better."  He replied, lifting the precious jug once again.  "Now,
the Slave will walk to the bars and kneel.

Sandy hesitated a moment, but the thought of him emptying the jug if she
didn't move was enough motivation for her to do so.  A number of vile
thoughts of what he would do to her on her knees played across the edges
of her mind.  She was tempted to stay in the middle, to try and force him
to open the door and come after her, but she had realized a while back
that he could, and would, wait until she was too thirst to resist or too
weak to fight.

As she stood by the bars, she was still gripping her arm, and she could
feel her nails drawing blood.  She focused on that pain, not the horror
around her as she sunk down to her knees, refusing to look at the figure
tormenting her.

"Good."  She could practically feel his breath as she spoke.  "Now, the
Slave will place one had on this bar, and one on this one."  He continued,
pointing to two of the bars of her cage.  Releasing her arm, Sandy obeyed.

"Excellent.  Now, the Slave will look up, open her mouth, and place her
chin on the edge of this bar."

Sandy's mind raced, but her fear of refusal dominated.  She rationalized
that the indicated spot would put her face to high for him to force her
to suck his cock.  Mentally, she swore she would bite it of if he tied to.

"Perfect.  Now, the Slave will not move her head or arms.  If the Slave
moves, her Master will stop giving the Slave water.  Does the Slave
understand."

"Yes... Master."

"Very good, now drink quickly."

Sandy wasn't prepared for what her captor did.  Lifting up the jug, he
started to pour water right into her open mouth.  She very nearly jerked
away from the stream, but managed to resist the impulse and keep herself
in place and she fought to swallow as much as she could.

Most of the water poured down her face and soaked into her shirt.
Distantly, Sandy realized that was the plan, to force her to undress
herself more, but for the moment her need to drink made everything else
secondary.

It wasn't long before the jug was empty, and Sandy fell away from the
bars, coughing and panting.  She was also realizing how cold the water
was, like ice, now that she wasn't focused on drinking.  Her shirts and
jacked-skirt were soaked and plastered to her flesh, and she was already
shivering a bit.

"Now that we have taken care of that, and since the Slave did such a good
job, her Master will give the Slave a chance to earn a reward."

Sandy shot the man a bitter glance, which just got a chuckle.

"The Slave will have a choice of two tasks, and if she obey, will pick
from three rewards.  The rewards are a large bowl filled with water, a
hot pizza,"  Sandy's stomach growled almost in answer.  "Or a set of
clean, dry clothes.  Now, the tasks the Slave must do is either finger-
fuck herself to climax or hand over all of her clothing.  Naturally, the
slave can not do the latter in exchange for clothing."

Sandy wanted to vomit, she felt so sick at the situation.  She was in a
cage, half dressed and soaked in freezing water.  She was starving and
still so damn sore from before.  Now this son of a bitch wanted her to
masturbate or strip for food or dry clothes?

"...nnno..."  She stammered out between shivers.

"Pardon?"

"I said no you god-damned bastard!"  Sandy turned her head up to scream
at the figure, tears rolling down her face.  "I'm not going to play this
sick fucking game with you, do you fucking hear me!"

For a moment, the air was dead silent, apart from Sandy's weak shivers
and sniffing.  The man didn't seem to have a response.

When he did respond, however, Sandy wasn't ready.  She hadn't realized
that, in the position she had fallen, one of her legs was still right
beside the bars.  He moved fast enough that she her tormented mind didn't
react till she felt the hand close on her ankle.

With a frantic scream, Sandy tried to kick, but the openings in the bars
were small enough to prevent her from doing anything with her leg but
push and pull.  In moments she was pulled over onto her belly and across
the ground as her leg was pulled to the knee through the bar.  She
clawed at the ground and thrashed about, but just didn't have the
leverage to resist.

Then, suddenly, she felt her leg released.  Madly, she clawed her way
forward, only to be jerked to a sudden stop.  Turner her head, she saw
the problem.  Around her ankle was now clamped a large square of metal,
far too big to be pulled through.

As she looked on, stunned, he quickly pulled her other leg and ensnared
it in the same way.  She was pinned to the bars at her ankles, prone on
her chest.  She resumed screaming, thrashing about as wildly as she could
so pinned.  The pain she was inflicting on herself in the process didn't
even register.

The sound of the cage door being unlocked, however, did register.  She
froze like a deer in headlights as her captor opened the door and strode
in.  Behind him, rolling on squealing wheels, was some kind of covered
cart.

Her body started to shake, not from the cold, but from raw fear from that
unassuming looking cart, from the terrible thoughts of what it might
contain.  She couldn't breath.  She couldn't think.  She couldn't speak.
She could just gasp for air and weep.

"Now, the Slave was doing so well before.  I am sorry, but the Slave must
now be punished."  The terribly calm, detached voice shattered the
impasse in her mind.

"No.  No.  Please.  I'm sorry.  Please, don't do this to me..."

Her begging was cut off by the pressure of a boot set down on the back
of her shoulders, pressing her to the ground.  "To be honest, I don't
want to do this, not that having a hot woman like yourself at my mercy
isn't a huge turn on for me, but I really don't like hurting people, at
least not if they don't enjoy being hurt.  But, I'm not in charge, and
if I don't produce results, I die, my family dies, and any women related
to me get to wind up in the same mess you are in.  Such is life.  Now,
I'm going to give you one bit of advice, and then I am going to do things
to you that will redefine the meanings of the words Inhuman and Pain.
That advice is to take your dignity, your self-respect, your pride, vanity
and independence.  Take them all and put them into a little box, lock them
away.  If you do that, you can survive this as yourself.  If not, I will
take those things away and burn them, and when I am done nothing of the
person you were will exist."

Sandy's mind spun.  She couldn't really grasp what the hell he was
talking about, but it sounded nothing like the man who had been doing
this to her, nothing like the man who was keeping her locked in a cage.
She didn't know how to react.

Then, the interlude ended.  The boot shifted off her back as the man
quickly grabbed the bottom of her soaked undershirt and pulled it
upwards.  Sandy started to squirm again, but in a moment both her wet
shirts were pulled up to her forearms and tied up so that she couldn't
pull her arms out or do anything more than prop herself up on her elbows.

Blurry green eyes, red from crying, looked right into the cold brown eyes
of her tormentor.  They saw nothing human in them, only some kind of sick
pleasure.

Sandy lowered her head and cried as cruel hands removed the wet jacket
around her waist, leaving her utterly exposed save for her purple bra.

A dark laugh proceeded the sound and sting of his hands on her firm ass.
"Yeah, I knew you had a great ass.  I'll bet you loved to wear tight
jeans to show it off, and real skimpy bottoms at the beach.  And damn I
bet you know how to shake it on the dance floor."  Again and again his
hands came down on her ass, soon leaving faint red traces before
stopping.

"Now, Slave, we are going to play a game.  I ask questions, and you
answer.  I don't like the answer, the way you answer, or if I just feel
like it, I hurt you."  The threat was punctuated by the cracking of a
whip.  Weakly and fearfully, Sandy lifted her head to see the instrument
he had pulled out of the cart, long thin and leather.

"Please..."

Sandy shrieked in pain as the whip cracked down across her butt.

"I didn't ask you a question yet, Slave.  Or maybe you just like the
pain?  Like after I zapped you right in your box, I saw you fingering
yourself."

"No, I..."

Again, her pleading was silence as the whip left another welt on her red
ass.

And again.

"Yeah, you must like the pain, Slave, you must be a pain-slut, or you
wouldn't keep making me do this to you."

Sandy screamed again as the whip fell another time, across her back now.
She bit her lip in an effort not to say anything.

"No smart-ass replies now?  Ok, Slave, we'll pretend you don't love the
pain.  For now.  Tell me, Slave, are you a virgin?  Has anyone ever fucked
you?"

For a bit, Sandy only cried, but the sound of him stretching the whip
caused her to shake her head.  "No, Master, I'm not a virgin."

He snorted.  "I figured.  Are you a slut then, a little whore?  You just
can't get enough cock in you, can you?"

"No, Master.  I'm not a slut.  I'm not."

The whip cracked, adding another welt to her back.

"I think you are telling a lie.  I bet you don't how many cocks you've had
in you."

"Three.  I've only slept with three men.  Master"

"You've only fucked three guys, Slave?"

"Yes, master.  I only fucked three men in my life."

He grinned and laughed a bit.  "Good, so not a whore but not a stupid
virgin.  Good.  What about girls, Slave?  I bet you've touched cunts
other than your own before."

"No.  Master.  I never... fucked a girl."

"No?  Never even a kiss, Slave?"

"... I kissed a girl... Master.  Only once.  I... was drunk..."

"So, you like to get drunk and fool around?"

"No, Master."

"Hehe.  Fine, Slave, if you say so.  How about cock?  You suck cock, I
know you do."

Sandy heisted, and the man whipped her three more times for it.

"I'm sorry, master, I'm sorry.  I've sucked cock, but just for
boyfriends."

"Did you like it, Slave?  Did you love the taste of cum in you?"

"...Just... just a little.... Master."

"Just a little?"

"I... it got me hot, but just because it was ... sex... I didn't like or
dislike... it."

"Hu, I'll have to work on that.  Now, Slave, what about your box?  Do you
like to touch your pussy?  Do you like to have guys touch it?  I bet you
have a box of toys just for it."

"I... I just have one dildo.  It was a present, I only used it a few
times, and I only.... masturbate once in a while.  My... my boyfriends
only ever fingered me if they though they could get me to fuck them
after."

The whip came down twice more.

"You forgot to say Master."

"I'm sorry!  I'm sorry Master!"

It hit twice more.

"You're damn right you are."  He chuckled.  "Now, about that sweet rump
of yours..."  To drive home his train of thought, he cracked the whip
four more times over her tortured ass.  "You ever been ass-fucked?  You
ever put a toy in it?"

Sandy could barely scream anymore, she just gave a dry gasp at the pain.
"No, Master.  Never anything in my ass..."

"Never say never, Slave."

Sandy tensed, expecting another blow.  When it didn't come, she didn't
even bother to look up.  She could just shiver in terrible anticipation.
She could hear he was getting something off the cart, and she didn't
dare even think of what it was.

A moment latter, she could feel him kneeling down beside her, and she
tensed again, and then shuddered as she felt something moving down the
crack between her cheeks.  It was done before she realized it, that he
was just wiping her ass.

It made her stomach spasm, and she had to struggle to keep from vomiting,
which only amused her Master.  "Does it bother you, Slave, to be so
helpless someone has to wipe your ass?"

"Yes, Master."

"Don't worry, it won't for long."

As she resisted retching again, she felt something else, something new,
in her ass-crack.  Something wet.  Like oil.  "...oh god..."  she
whispered, and quickly bit her tongue, but this time he didn't seem to
hear her.

Then she could feel it, something hard pressing up to the puckered
sphincter of her anus.  The pressure wasn't great, but she could feel it
working it's way into her, into her rectum.  As the head of the invading
device poked past her anus, she could feel herself clench on reflex.

Sandy held her breath, just knowing he would do something terrible like
drive it all the way in at once.  However, again her Master confounded
her, rather than forcing it in, he slid the object out.  Then he pressed
it in again.  Slowly, he started to slid it in and out of her clenched
ass, pressing just a bit father each time.

She clamped her eyes shut, trying desperately to ignore the horrible
feeling.  It persisted, however, alternating between feeling like she
desperately had to shit or was issuing out some unholy mass of shit.  It
was terrible, bizarre, and painful.

Yet, despite that, once the object was buried further into her anus than
she could have ever imagined possible, Sandy was even more horrified when
it started to feel good.  The slow, rhythmic movements of the invader as
it raped her virgin ass began to be echoed in her breathing and a slow,
involuntary rocking of her hips.

While earlier she had fought to resist vomiting, now Sandy was fighting
to keep her body from yielding to the mad rhythm.  And she was loosing.

When the first soft moan escaped her lips, her Master laughed.  "The
Slave seems to like having things in her ass."  Sandy tried to deny it,
but all the sound she could make was a soft cooing as he started to move
the object faster, and still deeper and deeper into her rectum.

Soon, her hips were rocking in time with the thrusts, and it was all
Sandy could do to stop herself from begging for more.  Even her pussy was
hot and wet.  She had lost control, and she couldn't find a way to stop
herself from giving in further.

Her master had pulled her up to her knees by now, and her rocking was
stronger and more intense as more and more of the damn thing somehow
still pressed into her.  The feeling of fullness was not something Sandy
could even describe, not anymore than she could describe the utter
surrender of her flesh to it.

Then she could feel his fingers, running along the smooth flesh of her
belly, up and down her sides and along her back, tracing the welts left
by the whip.  A purple haze of desire enveloped her mind.

"oohhh.... fuck me..."  It was her voice, but it could be her, somebody
else, the person who was in her body now.

"So, the Slave likes to have things fuck her ass?"

"...yess....ooohhh.... fuck....fuck my ass....master, please....f uckk....
 ass...."

"I think I just might."  The invading object clattered to the floor,
discarded, but Sandy kept rocking.  Her cut was on fire, and her mind was
filled only with a need to climax.  She writhed as her Master pressed the
head of his cock into her anus.  It was larger than the toy he had been
using, but she didn't give a damn as she thrust her hips towards it.

As it pressed deeper and deeper, her moans became grunts.

"...feell.... Ooo.. god .... Fuck.... Fuck my ass ... bury it... fuck
meee..."

As with the toy, her Master started with a slow rhythm, building gradually
into a faster tempo.  Sandy rocked just as fast as she could thrust her
hips.

"Yess.... You like cock in your ass, Slave.  You are a slut, I'm going
to... fuck I'm going to cum in your ass."

"yeah...yeah...fuck...god....yeah..."  Sandy groaned.  She was so close,
so damn close, then, she could feel the cock slide out.  It wasn't until
she felt something hot on her back that she looked back to see her master
standing and walking to his cart.

"....wait... I need.... Master... please..."

"Sorry, Slave, but I'm finished with you now."

"no...no...nooo....nooo...."  She groaned, twisted herself about in a
vain attempt to do something, anything.  She was so close to the edge,
so damn close.  "please...please..."

The only answer she got was the noise of the cart's wheels as they
squealed towards the door.  She continued to beg, plead and thrash about
well after the door was slammed and locked, but her ankles remained
bound and her hands tied up.

In the end, all Sandy could do was lay down and scream in frustration.

~~~

At some point latter, Sandy woke from sleep to find her feet were free
and her arms unbound, but by then all the burning desire was spent,
leaving nothing but the shame at her wanton abandon and the echoes of
her lustful cries in her mind.

For a long time afterwards, she just lay on the floor in a heap,
alternating between sobbing and cursing.  At length, however, the
combination of her hunger and the film of cold water that still clung to
her flesh, now utterly bare save for her purple bra, which was itself
saturated.

The welts on her back and rump still stung, and her ass itself was raw
from her spanking on top of the unfamiliar feeling of discomfort from
her anus itself after it was abused to degrade her.  Her ankles were
ringed with thick ugly bruising from her struggles, and her knees and
elbows were battered as well.  She didn't even think about the harm
inflicted to her face and neck, that pain quickly forgotten in the wake
of her latest torment.

Sandy lay on her side, half propped up with on arm.  The floor was too
cold to lay on, but she didn't dare try to sit, and she doubted she'd be
able to stand on her own till the swelling on her ankles went down.

She felt sick and drained, like she had to puke but lacked the energy to
do so.  When she heard footsteps, it was all she could do to drag herself
away from the bars of her cage.  She couldn't even make herself glare at
the man.

"B...b...bas...tard."  She cursed weakly, stammering and shivering.  He
just chuckled, that same damn infuriating laugh he had been doing from
the start of this nightmare.  Right now, rage and anger were the only
things keeping Sandy going.

"I'll forgive your lack of grace, this one instance."  He replied.  "You
have no idea how hot it is that you are still so full of venom.  Most
girls just break after that sort of thing, either give up or give in.
Well, you did give in,"  He kept speaking, casual but still matter-of-
fact, like he was teaching a drinking buddy a pick-up line.  "You were
begging to be fucked, yet now you still lay there and try and fight."

He crouched down, smiling at her across the cage.  "Tell me, how do you
keep up such furry when you haven't eaten in nearly three days?  Hrm?"

At that comment, two things jumped to the front of Sandy's mind:  The
terrible empty void of her belly and the painfully wonderful smell of
bacon and eggs wafting in from behind her captor.

She shivered, with fear and disgust and her empty stomach convulsed.
This time, Sandy couldn't fight the rising bile, heaving up a small pool
of ichor onto the cold stone floor and spending several more minutes
haplessly dry-heaving.  When her guts calmed down again, she was left
with a vile and bitter taste in her mouth that she didn't even have the
energy to try and spit out.

For a long moment she just gazed down at her upchucked fluids and panted
while strings of the bile slowly oozed down from her lips.  At length,
she spat out enough of the foul stuff to clear her lips, though the taste
still lingered.

"Bastard."  She uttered again, like some kind of mantra.  A combination
of a sigh and shudder followed, causing her whole weak body to shake as
she exhaled.  The warm, delicious smells of food continued to assault
her, but her hunger wasn't yet strong enough to overcome her growing sense
of self-loathing.  If she gave in again, she didn't know if she could keep
sane.

"Slave, I have something I want you to see."  Her Master stated, breaking
his long silence.  Meekly, Sandy turned a trembling head in his direction,
enough to see a piece of paper being offered through the bars.  She didn't
want to move, but she was now growing more afraid of what her captor might
do if she didn't.

So, on hands and kneels, Sandy weakly hobbled towards the offering.  She
hesitated near the edge of the cage, unwilling to move close enough to be
grabbed again.  It was a feeble fear, since at this point he could open
the door and walk in and she would be too weak to run or fight.

Still, she edged as close as she dare before stretching her arm as far as
she could to grasp the paper.  He, in turn, jerked the paper, she could
see it was newspaper now, just out of her reach, nearly sending her
tumbling.

Anger refueled, Sandy glared up balefully and the grinning face.

"Giving up?"  He taunted.

Growling, Sandy snatched at the paper twice more before finally getting a
grip on it and pulling it.  Immediately, she pulled back from the bars,
away from any possible reach of her Master.

"So very angry."  He smirked.  "Read it, Slave."

She kept up her bitter gaze for a while longer before turning her focus to
the paper.

It was like a kick to the stomach, and if she hadn't just heaved up what
bile was still in her guts, she surely would have now.  Her bleary eyes
and overburdened tear ducts managed to shed a few more small drops as
Sandy read the article.

'Sandy Duncan, a local college freshman, has been missing since Sunday.
The 19 year old was last seen on High Street, walking back to her
apartment from a local bar.  So far, local police have no suspects in the
case, and are planning to widen the search to the hills outside of the 
city...'

"Oh no... oh god no..."

"Indeed.  To bad, the police can't find any leads.  Well, not to worry,
I'd say in the next hour or so they will be getting one."

Sandy weakly looked up from the paper.  She couldn't think clearly enough
to guess his meaning, but a horrible feeling was building in the pit of
her empty stomach.

"Specifically, they will get a hit on a large cash withdrawal made with
your ATM card in Savanna, Georgia.  The locals down their will, of course,
go looking for the fellow who made the withdrawal.  They won't find him,
since he just landed in Cuba a few minuets ago.  They will, however, find
an abandon van, reported stolen on the same night you vanished, and among
the contents they will find the tattered remains of your clothes."

Sandy's eyes went wide as saucers and she clutched both hands to her
mouth as she once again convulsed with dry heaving.  It was all clear,
everything.  From the instant he got away with her pants, with her wallet
in the pocket, this was all planned.  Savanna was on the other side of
the damn country.

"They won't stop looking, of course, but with your affects in Georgia,
the search area will cover most of the nation, and other areas will be
slow to respond to a crime that happened here, so things will gradually
just die off.  I give them two weeks, at best, before your case gets
moved to some closet somewhere."

"You.  Sick.  Fuck!"  Pain and fear were eroded by anger, Sandy howled
out, ripping the newspaper and only just resisting the urge to charge
the cage walls again.  "You aren't even fucking human!  You god-damned
mother fucker!"

Her tirade ended abruptly at the sound of the cage door opening.  This
staggered Sandy, since the man was still standing in front of her.
Quickly turning her head, she could see a woman closing the door from the
inside.  She was tiny, almost a full foot shorter than Sandy herself.
Her short hair was black and her face seemed Asian.  She was wearing a
large white night-shirt, and in one pale hand was holding a whip.

Sandy couldn't say anything for a moment, so her master spoke.  "That
temper is going to get you into trouble, Slave.  Now, despite her size,
I can assure you that that other one is a very dangerous slave.  She wants
to beat you, make you scream, bleed and die.  I am the only thing that is
stopping her from doing so.  Ever time you fail to obey my orders, Payne
is going to hurt you until you do.  Do I make myself clear, Slave?"

"I... u..I...."  Sandy tried to say something, but choked on her words.
One part of her mind didn't want to see this other girl as a threat, but
the other was too afraid of the possibility she might really be some kind
of monster.  When she didn't speak, Payne smiled and moved forward, her
bare feet smacking on the stone floor.

"No, wait, don't..."  Sandy, still prone on the floor, tried to crawl
backwards away from the small girl, but didn't move more than a few
inches when Payne caught up.  Her whip was broader than the one used on
her before, a long flat leather strap.  When the little girl brought it
down, it slapped across Sandy's back and arm with enough force to spin
her around and drive her to the ground with a howl of pain.

This whip didn't leave a welt, but a long strip of red, bruised flesh.
While Sandy tried desperately to get out from under the lash, the smiling
Payne just kept raining down blows on the hapless woman.  In moments, the
entirety of her back was a mesh of flailed flesh, as where her legs.  In
many places, the ruined flesh had ripped, and bright red blood pooled
along her spine and traced in tiny rivulets down her sides.

"Enough."  The Master's voice cut in over her screams, and the lash
stopped.  "Now, do you understand, Slave?"

"Yes!  God!  Yes, Master, I understand!"  She screamed, unable to lower
her voice from her howls of pain.  Sandy sobbed, but no more tears came
out, and she could just clutch her head in desperation.

"Good.  Now, Slave, you will come here."

Fear caused Sandy to practically jerk forward.  The pain made her unable
to rise to her knees, but she didn't dare hesitate.  So, she just clawed
at the stone floor, pulling her naked and battered body to the bars.

"Stand up, Slave."

Again without hesitation or though, Sandy blindly clawed, pulling herself
up the bars, ignoring the burning pain in her legs and back as she hauled
herself upright.  Wide-eye and panting, she gazed at the cold visage of
her Master.

"Now, normally, I'd have Payne do a good deal more to you.  However, in
this state, I doubt very much you'd live for very long.  So, I am going
to give you food and drink.  Do not think this is a reward, Slave, this is
just to make sure you can endure your punishment.  Am I clear, Slave?"

The thought of food was a momentary distraction from her horror, and
Sandy found herself eyeing the contents of the cart behind her Master.
"..y...yess....mas...ster."

"Now, put this on, then you will remove that bra, Slave."  He commanded,
holding a thick, black collar into the cage.  It was opened into a semi-
circle, and the ends exposed various metal parts of some sort of lock.

Sandy swallowed hard, but the thoughts in her mind didn't stop her arms
from raising to take the thing, and somehow the fear was enough to keep
her from falling down when she released her grip on the bars.  As the
collar closed, a dreadful 'click' echoed around the cage.

"The bra. "  He stated coldly.  Sandy shivered.  She wanted to reach out
and throttle this fucker, but she knew she wouldn't do anything but wind
up in a worse state if she did that right now.  No, she'd have to play
along with this sick game and wait for her chance.  At least that's what
she told herself.

Reaching around, she started to work at the hooks holding the smooth
fabric of her brassiere shut.  Almost immediately, however, her fingers
provoked a lance of pain from her abused, and now swollen, flesh.  Biting
her lower lip, Sandy tried to unlatch the damn thing, but after all she
had been forced to endure so far, the young woman found herself unable
to accomplish the simple task of exposing her perk tits to this
psychopath.

As seconds slipped by, Sandy was also becoming increasingly afraid of
what might happen to her if she didn't get it off right then.  This,
however, just made it that much harder for her to concentrate on what
she was trying to do.

"Is there a problem, Slave?"  The Master impatiently demanded, breaking
the near silence and shocking Sandy enough to cause her to jerk her
downcast eyes up to meet his.  She could feel tears welling up, but
she refused to give the bastard that kind of satisfaction as she quickly
averted her gaze to the side.

Pulling her hands back to her front-side, Sandy rubbed her left arm
nervously.  "I... I can't undo the hooks.. Master."  She uttered weakly,
swallowing hard.  "I'm.. S...orry."

"Turn around."  Was his reply, and Sandy meekly obeyed.  As she turned,
she could see that horrible little girl, smiling and holding a whip,
just waiting for a reason to flog her further.

"Payne,"  The Master spoke, sending icy dread down Sandy's spine.  If
she had to endure that again... she didn't know if she could.  The little
Asian girl perked up, but that demeanor quickly faded as the Master
continued.

"You hit her directly on the latch, several times, it seems.  Now the
flesh is swollen around it."  The small girl looked downcast, but didn't
say anything.  "You'll have to assist her."

Payne looked up with an impish grin that made Sandy sick.  "And be
careful about it."  He added, which caused her to nod, but didn't remove
that grin.  She did set down the whip, however.

As Payne approached her, Sandy instinctively started to back up, not that
there was anywhere for her to go.  The smaller girl drew up and slid her
arms around Sandy, under her arms and around to her back.  Payne's face
only came up to Sandy's neck, and she could feel the hot breath of her
tormenter on her flesh just as she could the soft fabric of her dress
and the painful pressure of her fingers on her battered back.

While she was distracted with that pain, however, Sandy was quickly
aware of the presence of something warm and wet on her neck as Payne
began to lick and suckle her tender neck.  This unexpected attack caught
Sandy off-guard and, for a flash, she found herself enjoying it.  That
fact alone was enough to jolt her back to herself.  Once more she tried
in vain to back away from the smaller girl, but with the bars at her back
as well as those fingers on her wounded flesh, there really wasn't
anything she could do.  Too afraid to try and force the little monster
away, Sandy had to just bite her lips as Payne continued to slowly move
her soft lips around the neck of the captive.

Sandy was tired, terribly hungry and dehydrated.  This was on top of
the fact that her back was a mass of welts and bruises, her ankles were
ringed with bruises and her once virgin ass was still worn from it's
abuse.  On some level, Sandy had already realized the intent of the
bitch nuzzling her throat, to get her worked up before they did something
new and even more sadistic to her.  And they'd keep doing that till she
broke.

And she couldn't stop them.

Of course, that was only what a small part of her mind was thinking.  For
the moment, Sandy remanded convinced that she was just bidding her time,
that she had some degree of control while she struggled to ignore the soft
lips playing at her flesh and the distant stirrings of lust within her own
groin.

As she fought her senses, Sandy was unaware of two things.  The first was
that her Master was now in the cage with that cursed cart, the contents of
which were still twisting her stomach in knots.  The other was that Payne
had released her bra, and was already moving her lips down to Sandy's now
partially exposed breasts.

When Payne's rasping tongue brushed over her now exposed nipple, causing
it to stiffen involuntarily, the shock forced Sandy to focus back on the
little monster.  Her bra was hanging loose, offering no protection but,
pinned between her and Payne's bodies it was instead providing yet more
unwanted sensation as it lightly brushed up and down the undersides of her
B-cups.

She shifted her arms so she could force the damn bitch off, but even as
she started, Payne dug her fingers into the raw flesh on Sandy's back.
The smaller girl had already bloodied her, so there was no doubt that
she wouldn't hesitate to rip up her wounded backside even more if Sandy
tried to resist.

With a defeated whimper, Sandy shut her tearing eyes and turned her head
back to rest on the bars of her cage, defeated and submitting to the lips
exploring her smooth young flesh.  Internally, at least, she steeled
herself to at least resist the lustful response already growing down in
her tight cunt.

While the small bitch continued to suckle and tease her tits, Sandy could
feel another hand lifting her right arm.  Weakly opening one eye, she
then became aware of the presence of her Master, who was presently
fastening some kind of black leather cuff around her wrist.  Again
Sandy shut her eyes, indifferent to this particular indignity.  She
could feel the restraint being pulled tight, and heard the metallic
sound of a lock fastening.

Not crying was about all she could do as more cuffs were bound around
her other wrist and her ankles.  What quickly became a more immediate
concern to Sandy was once of Payne's hands that had slipped from
behind her back, gently, almost tickling, as her fingers ran down
Sandy's ribs and across her belly and then to the neatly trimmed
bush of her labia.

A few tears escaped her sealed eyes as Sandy twisted her head back
into the boarders of her confinement, desperately willing herself not
to be in this nightmare any more, desperately willing her warm flesh
not to respond to the fingers now running in circles around her slit or
the tongue still teasing her areola.

Even biting down on her lip didn't stifle her sick moan as those invading
digits slid down, spreading open the now swollen lips of her pussy.  The
only shred of dignity she could cling to was the fact that she wasn't wet.
But she was close, and as those fingers started to tease around her clit,
she could feel her sex starting to lubricate itself.

In quite desperation, broken only by soft moans that were increasingly
hard to resist, Sandy slowly began to give in to the lustily urges of her
body as Payne continued to move her damn lips over and around her tits, as
well as up and down her chest and neck.  Soon there was little flesh from
her ears to her nipples not wet with the small woman's salvia.  And those
fingers continued to circle, tease and massage her mound and clit.

Sandy was clutching the bars of her prison with both outstretched arms,
trying to restrain the rocking of her stimulated body.  The taunt flesh
of her belly rolled as the muscled underneath convulsed with building
passion as Payne finally slipped one of those unyielding fingers into
her.

It all felt so good, and that fact was more terrible and disgusting to
Sandy than everything that had happened to her down in this hellhole.
That little beast was getting her off like she was some kind of
sex-starved slut.  The harder she tried to resist the reaction of her
own body to the terribly gentle prodding's, the more acutely she was
aware of them.

She clenched her teeth together, almost painfully, as the orgasm
started to well up in the base of her sex.  Every muscle in her
body strained for release, her pain and hunger obliterated by the
unbridled lust that was consuming her.

No matter how much she hated and loathed it, nothing she could do would
stop the tidal wave of climax.

Only one thing could stop it now.

It took Sandy's addled mind time to register that there was no longer
any probing fingers in her pussy, nor lips caressing her flesh.  Payne was
now standing several feet back, smiling sadistically as Sandy, still
just at her apex, was left hanging empty.

Literally, since at some point those cuffs on her wrists had been bound
to the cage bars, leaving her unable to do anything but gap wide-eyed
as her flesh continued to throb for a release that wasn't going to come.
Payne then started to lick her fingers, wet with Sandy's own fluids, as
the stunned captive started her long, agonizing decent from ecstasy.

Part of Sandy wanted to kill the bitch for leaving her like this, for
not finishing her.  At the same time, she was filled with horror, shame
and disgust for how badly she wanted to cum.  At that moment, she knew
she would have done anything to have that girl resume her violations.

Anything.

Hanging limply by her bound wrists, Sandy just sobbed from the pain,
rage and shame.

~~~

She wasn't sure how long she hung like that, as her pent up lust and
desire slowly drained out of her weak body, much like the fluids from
her cunt were leaking down her thighs.

Sandy quickly became aware of the sounds of cutlery on plates, the sounds
of people eating.  The emptiness of her belly flared up like a punch in
her stomach as she once more became aware of her unmasked hunger.

A few feet away from where she hung on sore wrists and shoulders, she
could see Payne and her Master seated at the cart, eating what seemed
to be, in the darkness, bacon and eggs.  A weak, dry grunt escaped her
lips as she made a weak attempt to move before the specifics of her
situation dawned on her tormented mind.

The Master looked over and smiled.  "Ah, look, Payne, the doggy is awake."

"Oh!"  The girl squealed in an impossibly child-like voice.  "That's
wonderful.  Do you think she's hungry, Daddy?"  She asked as she sprung
up from her seat and bounded over to hug Sandy.

The surrealism of the situation was mostly lost on Sandy's ragged and
abused mind, which was clear enough only to register that they were trying
to play some kind of mind game with her.

"I'm sure she is, Payne.  But first things first, we have to name our new
puppy."  The master replied, sounding himself impossibly cheerful.  It
was like watching a bad sitcom.

"Oh, oh, I know, I know!  Her name can be 'Whore', because she's a dirty
slut!"

Sandy could only give the girl a weak glare as she beamed at her 'father',
who himself nodded and replied.  "Very well, Whore it is.  Now, why don't
you let the bitch down while I get her dinner ready?"

Payne dutifully undid Sandy's bindings, causing the weak captive to sink
to her knees, still too dazed to do anything else while Payne stroked
her head.  "Good doggy.  Now lets go get some din-din."  She said, tugging
at the pink leash she affixed to Sandy's collar.

Trembling, Sandy started to stand up, which earned her a hard smack on her
nose, which was more than enough to knock her down in her present state.

"No, bad doggy!  Bad Whore!  You stay down!  Down!"  Payne chided her
'puppy'.  "Now come along!"  She pulled at the leash hard enough to yank
Sandy onto all fours, forcing the captive to crawl on her hands and
knees like a pretend dog.

Sandy was too weak to have the energy to even think about the situation,
and the moment a pair of metal bowls on the floor came into view, her
hunger over came any other concerns.  However, as she reached for the
unknown contents, the *ZAP* of a sudden electric shock jerked her back.

Looking up, she could see her Master, wielding the same rod he had used
to shock her before.  He stood over the bowls with a cross look on his
shadowed face.

"No.  That is a bad dog.  You don't paw your food, just eat it."

"Yea, bad Whore!"  Payne chimed in with a slap onto Sandy's still raw
back.  "Now you stop that this instant, or I am going to have to spank
you."

Sandy had only a moment to feel anger, as her need to eat something
quickly gave her no choice but to obey, crawling forward on hands and
knees to eat whatever was in the bowl with just her mouth.  She wasn't
sure what exactly was in the bowl, but it felt and tasted like barely
cooked eggs and the crust from toast.

She really didn't care.  She was too hungry to give a damn as she chewed
and licked up whatever was edible in the bowl as her captors stood over
and watched.  She was only barely aware that they were speaking.

"Daddy?"

"Yes dear?"

"Something's wrong with Whore."

"Oh?"

"Yes.  She doesn't have a tail."

"Hrm.  You are right, dear."

"Then we shall have to give her one."

"Banner idea, banner.  Say, I think I have a spare in the cart."

"Oh, goodie."

"Is this it, Daddy?"

"Yes dear."

"Ok... hrm.  I suppose it will have to go in hear, right Daddy?"

"I think that will be the best."

"But, I'm not sure it will go in, doesn't it need to be wet first?"

"Astute as always, my dear, but remember, she is a dirty slut, so you can
find just what you need all over her filthy legs."

"Oh, I see!"

It was then that Sandy was jerked out of her 'feast' as she could feel
something running along her legs.  With a mouthful of food, she twisted
her neck around till she could catch a glimpse of Payne kneeling behind
her, though she couldn't tell what the monster was doing.

"There, daddy, it's all wet now."

Sandy nearly gagged on her food as the possibilities struck her.

"Very good."  The Master spoke, then looking over at Sandy.  "Now, Whore,
you better be still and be a good dog."

Sandy trembled, looking at that shock-rod in his hands, not knowing
quite what was about to happen and wishing she didn't have so many things
in her mind it might be.

Then she felt it, a sickeningly familiar sensation as something smooth
and hard was pressed up against her once virgin anus.  They had been
lubing up some damn dildo in her own fucking cream and now they were
going to violate her ass again.

Sandy buried her face in the food bowl and started to weep again as
the offending item was non-to gently forced through the puckered opening
of her anus and buried, what felt like miles, down into her bowels.  When
it stayed in place, Sandy meekly looked back up, seeing Payne beaming over
the long arch of hair now jutting from between her ass cheeks.

"Now Whore has a tail!"

Uncontrolled, Sandy's lip started to twitch, rapidly spreading into a
grin.

Then she started laughing, shaking her bare bottom to-and-fro, literally
wagging her tail.

"I have a tail.  Tail tail tail."  She squealed out as she rolled onto her
side, curled up and laughing uncontrollably.  All the shock and horror of
her impossible situation just crashed down on her with that indignity, and
all she could do was laugh like a maniac.

"Daddy?  Is something wrong with Whore?"

"Well, I wasn't expecting this.  She is just full of supprises."

"Daddy?"

"Payne, fill up her water bowl."

Sandy continued to convulse in her fit of laughter, struggling to breathe
as she clutched her chest in pain.  She didn't even register what her
captors were doing, the pouring of liquid into the bowl or the man moving
to stand over her.

It wasn't until her body was literally lifted off the ground that she even
started to be aware of her situation, an instant before her face was
thrust into the bowl.

Sandy's laughter continued, briefly, even after her face was submerged,
pinned down by the weight of the man on her back and the girl on her legs,
and it wasn't till she started to suck the liquid into her lungs that her
addled mind started to panic.

By then, all she could do was thrash about, spilling a good deal of the
liquid out of the bowl, but not nearly enough to get any air.  Since she
had already sucked the fluid into her lungs, it wasn't a matter of holding
her breath, as she had almost no air in her lungs to hold in.

Though her vision was already black due to the bowl, a dark red haze still
started to form around the edges of her perception as her driving instinct
to take a breath clashed with her conscience awareness that doing so would
kill her.

For the first time, it fully registered to Sandy that she could well die
down in this hell-hole, that these monsters really and truly could and
would murder her.

After a seeming eternity in that watery grave, Sandy could feel air on her
face again as she was hurled out of the bowl and onto the cold stone floor
of her cage.  She immediately started to cough up the liquid she had
swallowed, and it burned her throat on the way up; some part of her brain
managed to figure it was some kind of spirit.

Once she had managed to start breathing normally again, Sandy looked up,
weak, wet and shivering, at her tormenters.

"Please... I just want to go home."

Her Master just smiled, putting an arm around Payne's shoulder.  "Oh, but
you are home."

~~~ END PART 1 ~~~

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