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Capture and Surrender
by Enigma Angel (address withheld)

***

Sweet, well-brought up virgin girl from a very wealthy 
family is taken two days before her wedding and begins 
the process of her enslavement: body, mind, soul. She 
is rescued a year and a half later with unexpected 
results. (MMf, d/s, nc, rp, bd, tor, v, 1st, beast)

***

UNAWARE

Sitting up in her bed in the middle of the night, 
Susan smiled dreamily as she let her mind wander to 
the special event two days from now -- her wedding 
day. She had been lovingly raised by her father and 
his older sister, Aunt Eileen. Her mother had died 
when she was three. Aunt Eileen had been the only 
mother she knew. Susan was also a near genius. But her 
father and aunt raised her to be modest about her 
gifts, and about their family's fantastic wealth. 
Their home was definitely upscale, but nothing 
ostentatious. Most of their friends and neighbors had 
no idea that her father was worth hundreds of 
millions.

When Ted started working for her father, it turned out 
to be the greatest day of her life. She had come to 
the office to pick her dad up for lunch. Ted was in 
his office discussing an important business deal. She 
walked into her dad's office and Ted turned and their 
eyes met. Time seemed to stand still. Dad was not 
excited by the idea at first. Susan was only 17 and 
Ted was in his early thirties. But Susan, as was 
already mentioned, was a near genius. She had 
graduated from high school at 14 and had just 
completed a bachelor's degree in business. Ted had no 
idea of her age, but had heard of her college 
graduation. He guessed she was at least 21 or 22.

Now, after a carefully chaperoned courtship, she and 
Teddy were getting married. Susan was excited and very 
nervous. She had no sexual experience at all. She and 
Ted had only had some extended kissing sessions. Aunt 
Eileen had given her a good sex education and just 
recently had discussed more of the particulars with 
her, in anticipation of her marriage. Despite her 
inexperience, Susan knew she was beautiful and had an 
attractive body. 

The sunny morning matched Susan's mood as she went 
through her list of things to do that day: hair, nails 
and a few last minute items at the mall to take with 
her on her honeymoon. A couple of bites of breakfast 
and she flew out the door. Her salon appointment was 
at 1:00 pm, so she decided to take care of the mall 
shopping first.

Susan breezed through her shopping and stopped for a 
latte to relax before her hair appointment. With a 
quick look at her watch she gathered up her purchases 
and headed out to the parking lot. Walking up beside 
her car, she reached for the door and heard a sound 
behind her: the sliding of a van door. 

In an instant Susan was grabbed, a hand pressed 
roughly over her mouth, and pulled into the van. The 
door slammed shut and the van immediately headed out 
of the parking lot. In the van Susan struggled 
briefly, but the hand over her mouth contained a cloth 
soaked in chloroform. She passed out in seconds.

As Susan began to awaken she had a foggy sense of 
disorientation. The first thing she noticed was the 
room was completely dark; so dark she could not tell 
how big it was or how high the ceiling was or if there 
were any doors or windows. As her mind sharpened she 
realized with a start that she was naked and lying on 
a mat on the floor. Real panic set in and she began to 
crawl around on the floor to ascertain her 
surroundings. 

Tears came to her eyes as she found herself in an 
unprecedented and frightening situation. She had 
always been treated kindly with love and affection by 
her family. Her fiancé, Ted, was deeply in love with 
her and looked at her adoringly and treated her with 
tenderness and devotion. "What is going on here!" her 
mind screamed. Unknown to Susan the room was equipped 
with night vision cameras and sensitive microphones. 
She was being observed as she came to grips with her 
circumstances. 

"What is going on here!" she screamed, this time with 
her voice. She was answered by absolute silence and 
complete darkness. Her voice was swallowed up in the 
well-insulated room. The urging of her bladder sent 
Susan exploring the room in hope of a bathroom or 
reasonable substitute. Feeling around on the floor she 
found what she soon determined to be a toilet seat 
resting right on the floor. A little more 
investigating revealed that it was indeed a toilet 
installed in the floor. 

She quickly did her business; sorry to find there was 
no toilet paper. With resignation Susan searched her 
way back to the thin mat and laid down, curling up 
with her head resting in her arms, tears sliding in a 
stream from her eyes. A barely audible hissing sound 
brought an anesthetizing gas into the room and sent 
Susan into deep sleep. 

Over the next two days Susan woke and slept in a 
drugged stupor. She found food lying on the floor, no 
plates or utensils. She heard a dripping and found a 
rubber spout dripping water. It barely came out and 
she instinctively sucked on the spout and water came 
out to quench her powerful thirst. She lost all track 
of time and her mind grew blank and listless.

FIRST VISIT

Unaware of the day or time, something changed on the 
evening of the second day of her captivity. When next 
she awoke she knew something was different. She 
quickly became alert as she realized someone was in 
the room with her. The next instant she realized there 
was something around her neck. She reached up and felt 
something there like a collar. She pulled at it and 
realized it was tightly fastened. A low light slowly 
filled the room. She started to stand. "Do not get 
up," the man spoke quietly, softly. 

With a sudden feeling of defiance Susan continued to 
rise. The man stepped to her in two strides and 
touched her with something like a rod and a searing 
pain sliced through her. "Ahhhh!" Susan gasped and 
cried out. The pain was deep and shocking, but short. 
"Do not get up," the man repeated and stepped back and 
sat down on a chair which he must have brought in with 
him. "Why am I..." She barely got the words out when 
the man crossed quickly and touched her again with the 
rod. Her scream echoed in her ears. "Do not speak. Nod 
your head to show that you understand." With tear-
filled eyes she slowly moved her head up and down, 
then focused on the floor in front of her, her 
shoulders shaking as she sobbed quietly.

"Look at me," he directed. When she did not raise her 
head immediately the man started to get up. Susan 
quickly looked over to him, fearing another attack. 
"Very good, little one." Susan bristled at the 
condescending term, but did not react. She had no 
experience in her life for dealing with this bizarre 
situation. She knew she was at the mercy of this 
stranger. The light grew brighter and Susan became 
aware of her nakedness in front of the man, and her 
cheeks burned in embarrassment. Another reason to stay 
down. 

"I have no desire to hurt you. In time you will learn 
that it is much more pleasant to obey than to resist." 
Susan began to shake, but not from cold. The room was 
pleasantly warm. Fear and terror gripped her heart and 
mind. "We will talk again." He stepped over to her, 
causing her to flinch. But he only grazed her cheek 
with the back of his hand, a caress, and left the 
room, the door closing with a soft click. The light 
again retreated slowly and she was alone again in the 
dark. The thought crossed her mind that if a person 
could die from fear and hopelessness, she would not 
live much longer. The faces of her beloved family and 
of her fiancé flickered in her mind, but she quickly 
drove them out: to think of them was unbearable. She 
lay down again on her mat and rocked herself to sleep.

SECOND VISIT

She had started to hum to herself, an innate instinct 
to comfort and soothe her fear and loneliness. She had 
no concept of time. It seemed a moment ago the man had 
left, or was it a day" A week" The door opened and 
light spilled into the room. Susan looked up and 
squinted against the brightness. A figure approached 
her; it was not the man. Slim and hooded, a woman" The 
woman reached down to her neck and Susan heard a click 
and felt a tug. With some kind of tether the woman 
pulled her up by the collar and led her out of the 
room. With a mixture of fear and a strange relief 
Susan went along without resistance. 

She was led to a shower room. The woman who led her 
gave her soap and shampoo and indicated wordlessly 
that she should shower. Susan looked closely but the 
woman's hood was pulled low; she could not see her 
face. Again she was silently directed to shower. Susan 
did not know how many days she had been there, but she 
could smell herself. Resigned with no choice she 
showered and washed her hair. The hooded figure led 
her to a dryer on the wall and dried her hair, 
brushing it out. All this done, she was returned to 
her room. She sobbed as the door closed.

In what seemed only a few minutes the door opened 
again. It was the man, carrying a chair, holding the 
rod in his other hand. The trembling seized her again 
as the man sat a few feet away. A low light again 
filled the little room. She could see his face, a 
kindly expression there. Somehow that frightened her 
even more. "Come here." Susan began to rise. "Do not 
get up; come to me." 

Susan began to cover the few feet on her knees, but 
upright, covering her chest with her arms. The man sat 
with the rod across his knees. Susan could not take 
her eyes off of it. When she was inches from him he 
reached out and touched her hair, fingering it 
lightly. 

"Give me your hand." Susan did not move immediately 
and the man put his hand on the rod in his lap. Susan 
quickly held out her hand. He took it and lightly 
caressed her palm with his thumb. "Give me your other 
hand." This time she held out her hand without 
hesitation. He held her arms out and appraised her 
face and body.

"Look at me," he said softly. "You must know by now 
that you are completely at my mercy. But you have 
nothing to be afraid of. You are precious to me. I 
have gone to some trouble and expense to bring you 
here." 

Susan felt a strange numbness in mind and body, like 
watching herself from a corner of the room. She 
realized that she was holding her breath. Still 
holding her hands he said, "May I touch your breasts?" 

She was confused for a moment and then tears sprang 
into her eyes; she did not respond. Again the man 
said, "May I touch your breasts?" With a sudden 
feeling of strength and self-assurance she moved her 
head from side to side; no. At that the man let go of 
her hands, stood, picked up the chair and left the 
room. 

ROOMMATE

Her dinner came some time later. The food as usual was 
put directly on the floor, with no dishware or 
utensils. The food was always delicious, but Susan was 
mortified to eat from off the floor. She picked the 
food up and ate slowly. It was a welcome distraction 
from the endless boredom. When she finished she went 
over to the rubber spout on the wall and sucked the 
slow trickle of water. It took a lot of effort to get 
enough water to drink. Again, it wasn't as if she had 
anything else to do. Moments after finishing her meal 
and returning to her mat the door opened again. 

Susan had a moment of disorientation as she realized 
she was now in a much bigger room. There was another 
mat, toilet, sink and water spout on the other side of 
the room. The tall, hooded woman and another shorter 
woman stood at the door, both of them dark silhouettes 
with the light behind them. The taller woman led the 
other across the room and indicated that she should 
sit on the mat. The light was dim, but Susan could 
tell the other woman was very young, much like 
herself. She was also naked and she was handcuffed. 

She was led across the room by a tether attached to 
her neck, like herself. She gave Susan a quick look 
and flopped down on the mat. The tall woman reached up 
and attached the tether to something on the wall. 
There were several clicks. And then she came over to 
Susan and attached a similar tether to her collar and 
attached the other end to the wall. It was long enough 
for her to reach the toilet, sink and water, but not 
to go across to the other girl. Then the woman left. 

A soft light grew in the corners of the room. Susan 
could see the young woman much more clearly. She was 
very pretty, but her face was stricken with grief. 
Susan understood immediately, imagining her own face 
looked the same. Susan waved tentatively to her. She 
got a small smile in return. Looking around warily 
Susan whispered, "What is your name?" At that moment a 
piercing, shrieking sound filled the room. Both girls 
gasped and covered their ears. 

The sound stopped almost as quickly. "You are not to 
speak at any time," a voice stated, apparently from 
some kind of speaker. Both girls lay down, silently 
despairing their situation. But Susan was glad to have 
another person in the room, someone who was not a 
captor.

Food was brought in, time went by slowly, and the two 
young women began to develop a kind of communication 
between them. They discovered they both knew the sign 
language alphabet. Susan learned the girl's name was 
Sara and she was 18 years old. She was from Milwaukee. 
She had been taken two days after Susan. 

What seemed like several days went by. Susan realized 
by now that somehow they were being drugged, either in 
the food, the water or something in the air. Food 
would appear, but they never saw anyone bring it. 
Actually, they had been left alone for six days. They 
developed a game where one of them would make several 
gestures and the other had to copy it. The series of 
gestures would get longer and longer until someone 
missed one. They even laughed a little bit. There were 
times, if for only a few minutes, when they forgot 
where they were and what was happening to them. 

FIRST STEP 

They were playing their game when the door opened and 
the man walked in with his chair and his rod. He sat 
down against the wall between them. "Come near me, 
both of you." They both had learned not to stand up. 
They walked on their knees to the man and sat back. He 
looked at Susan. "Kiss my feet." Susan looked at him 
in wide-eyed surprise. She didn't move a muscle. 
"Now," he said inclining slightly toward her. Again 
she did not move. The man turned to Sara and touched 
her with the rod. She screamed and moved away. He 
turned and looked at Susan. 

"Little one, kiss my feet." Susan looked from Sara to 
the man. He stood and stepped toward Sara and touched 
her again with the rod. Her scream was terrible and 
Susan began to cry. The man sighed heavily and sat 
down again, the rod across his knees. 

He looked at Susan, leaned toward her and raised his 
eyebrows. Susan took one quick look at the sobbing 
Sara, then at the rod and slowly moved forward. She 
bent over and kissed the top of each of his shoes, 
then moved back, hanging her head. He turned to Sara, 
"Now you pet." He ran his fingers along the rod. Sara 
moved forward and kissed the tops of his shoes quickly 
and scooted back. The man stood and stepped to Sara 
patting her on the head, then to Susan caressing her 
cheek. He smiled indulgently, picked up his chair and 
left the room.

CHOICES

The man came again the next day. Both girls had lain 
listlessly all day, slipping in and out of sleep. He 
came into the room leaving the door open, but he did 
not have the chair or the rod. He walked over to Susan 
and reached up and after several clicks detached the 
tether from the wall. "Stand up," he said quietly, 
almost gently. Susan stood up, hating her easy 
compliance. But she was tired and had lost the sense 
of self she had had all her life. The man led her out 
of the room.

They walked down a hallway. Several men passed them, 
as well as a few of the hooded women. Susan burned 
with shame as she was led naked in view of these 
people. They gave her no notice. They came into a very 
large room with several groupings of furniture: sofas, 
lounge chairs, end tables, like several living rooms 
scattered over a much larger room. A few men occupied 
some of the furniture in the room, reading or engaged 
in conversation. Several naked women with collars sat 
at the feet of some of the men who held leashes in 
their hands.

Once again the tears stung Susan's eyes. The man led 
her to an area where no one else was sitting. He sat 
in a large pillowed recliner. A glass of some kind of 
liquor sat on the table next to the chair. The man 
pointed to the floor at his feet, indicating that 
Susan should sit down. Susan sunk to the floor, once 
again numb and her mind a blank. The man picked up the 
drink and took a sip. Then he leaned over and stroked 
Susan's hair. He lifted her chin and looked into her 
eyes. 

"May I touch your breasts?" he said, smiling. She 
turned her head and sobbed. "Nod your head if your 
answer is yes." She kept her head averted. He reached 
over and pressed a button on a console that Susan had 
not noticed before. "Bring bitch 32 to me in the 
salon." 

Susan looked up at the words "bitch 32." Her spirits, 
if possible, sank lower. The man sat looking at Susan 
and sipping his drink. A few minutes later another man 
entered leading Sara behind him. In his other hand he 
held a black rod about 15 inches long. Susan's heart 
began to beat faster. The man gestured to the floor 
next to Susan and Sara was led to that spot and she 
sat down. He then handed the rod to the man in the 
chair and then left.

"My name is Gerard. I am your Master, your owner. You 
must know by now that you have been enslaved and are 
my property." Both girls began to sob audibly. "Let me 
show you how this works," he said, indicating the 
black rod. He showed them a small red button on one 
end. He pressed the other end to his own hand and 
showed that it was harmless at that point. 

"If I press this button, it delivers a correction." He 
then grazed Sara's arm with the harmlessly unarmed 
rod. She flinched, and then relaxed when she felt no 
pain. Then he looked at Susan. "Indicate that you want 
me to touch your breasts by moving very close to me, 
hold them up and out and arch your back." Trembling 
violently Susan looked at Sara, whose head was down, 
tears dropping on the floor. Susan moved forward on 
her knees, grasped both of her breasts and bent 
backwards, her eyes squeezed shut.

Gerard began to stroke Susan's breasts, lightly 
grazing her nipples with his thumb. He moved her hands 
away and he held her breasts firmly. He was extremely 
pleased at the sight of them, large and full, young 
and firm. He bent forward and licked her nipples, 
first one and then the other. Susan was now shaking 
violently and tears flowed from her tightly closed 
eyes. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her 
into his lap. He pulled her knees forward and pressed 
her to his chest. He pulled her up slightly, slipping 
his hands under her ass and began to suck and lick her 
breasts in earnest. 

He ran his hands up and down her body, over her ass 
and up and down her thighs. "Open your eyes and look 
at me," he said firmly, squeezing her shoulders. "The 
time for resistance is over. Your life now is to serve 
me. You will always watch me when you are with me to 
see if I want something of you. I should never have to 
get your attention. If I do have to, I will be very 
displeased." 

Susan could not catch her breath or feel her body. 
"Sit back on the floor and kiss both of my feet and my 
right hand. You will always do this when I appear 
before you. When I refer to you to others I will call 
you bitch 31." Susan scooted off his lap and did as 
she had been directed. 

Gerard then directed his attention to Sara. He 
stretched out his hand and she put hers in his. He 
pulled her into his lap and proceeded to explore her 
young body with hands and mouth, sighing and groaning 
as he did so. "And you my pet, are bitch 32."

DESCENT

The girls" training proceeded apace for the next four 
weeks. Today Master Gerard had led them to the large 
salon. There were many members there, scattered among 
the groupings of furniture. Some of them came to the 
compound only occasionally to play with their pets. 
Susan never looked around anymore. She kept her eyes 
firmly on her Master. She had experienced the 
consequences of momentary lapses in concentration. 

The last time she had received 20 strokes on her ass 
with a cane, and was directed to deliver 10 to Sara, 
who had not disobeyed. If she had not complied, Sara 
would have received 30 from the Master. Susan was 
horrified to cause her innocent companion more pain 
than necessary, but felt herself die a little more 
inside at having to strike her, knowing that Sara's 
cries were due to her own carelessness.

Gerard led them to his favorite chair. No one else 
ever sat there or anywhere in that seating area, 
except at large gatherings. He looked intently at 
Sara. "Lie down right there on the sofa." He turned to 
Susan. "Spread her legs and push her knees back and 
sit between her legs." Susan did as directed. Sara 
looked up and away. "Lie down between her legs, spread 
her pussy and lick it. Lick it until I tell you to 
stop." 

Susan shed tears as she lay down between Sara's legs. 
This is the first time she had been made to be sexual 
with Sara, though she had seen other slaves so 
engaged. She knew it was only a matter of time. Susan 
touched Sara and pressed her fingers on her and spread 
her apart, lowered her head and, for the first time in 
her life, she licked a woman's pussy. Gerard did not 
tell her to stop for 15 minutes. "Push your lips in 
deeper, find her clit and suck on it. Push her legs 
open wider." 

Susan put her hands behind Sara's knees and pushed her 
legs farther apart. She lowered her head again and 
pushed Sara's pussy lips apart with her mouth and 
found the soft nub of her clit. She drew it into her 
mouth and began to softly suck on it. 

"Suck harder," he ordered. Sara inhaled sharply. The 
man got up and stood over Sara, who had been staring 
hard at the corner of the room behind her. He leaned 
over and slapped her face. "You are to keep your eyes 
on me at all times. Squeeze and stroke your tits while 
this bitch eats you out. Pull on your nipples. Keep 
your eyes on me."

After watching the two girls for 10 minutes or so, 
Gerard stripped and knelt behind Susan and entered her 
pussy and began to fuck her as she continued to eat 
Sara's pussy, sucking her clit. Gerard held Susan's 
hips firmly and rhythmically plunged into her tight 
young pussy. He was delighted to watch Susan's head 
between Sara's legs and Sara playing with her tits, 
her eyes on her master. Their education was coming 
along nicely and he congratulated himself at having 
procured these extraordinary specimens. Already the 
videos of their progress had reaped hundreds of 
thousands of dollars and an eager mob of fans waiting 
anxiously for each installment. 

As he slowed his pace, savoring the moment, Gerard's 
mind wandered a bit. He wondered what Susan would 
think if she knew how it happened that she had been 
selected for this life. He thought of the call he 
received several months ago from the agent of a very 
wealthy, very powerful man. The agent explained that 
his employer had endured a humiliating business 
setback at the hands of Susan's father and his right-
hand man, her fiancé Ted. His revenge was to have 
Susan captured and enslaved and regular reports, with 
video and audio, sent to the offending man and his 
would be son-in-law. Gerard knew that it was a very 
high risk capture, for the girl's family would 
relentlessly search for her with all their power, 
influence and money. 

But Gerard had been paid ten million dollars for his 
trouble. Now she was simply another of his 
possessions, his mission accomplished to the 
satisfaction of his client. As for Sara, she had been 
spotted in a routine scouting expedition at a 
cheerleading competition in Milwaukee. Her hapless 
family had despaired of ever finding her alive. The 
authorities were already reducing their efforts at 
searching for her.

An attendant returned the girls to their room. Gerard 
and a fellow member left together to enjoy an 
exquisite dinner and a night of drinking and gambling 
at one of their favorite establishments.

He left them alone for seven days. They were now 
tethered to each other and sat and slept on the same 
mat. They were not permitted to be sexual or 
affectionate with each other without permission. He 
wanted to give them time to enjoy each other's company 
and to deepen their attachment to each other. He 
approached their room with a lightness in his step. 
Time for something new for his pets. 

The girls sat in the rest position: sitting back on 
their legs, their hands turned up and resting on their 
thighs, their eyes fixed on their Master. Gerard 
stripped and knelt on a cushion in front of the large 
tufted ottoman and laid over it. He looked at Susan 
and said "Come up close behind me." Susan walked over 
on her knees until she was inches from her Master's 
ass.

"Kiss my ass. Kiss every part of it, except my ass 
crack. I want passionate kisses, let me hear how 
grateful you are to be allowed to kiss my ass." Susan 
began to kiss her Master's ass. She pressed her lips 
firmly against his flesh and moaned and sighed as she 
kissed every inch of his ass, avoiding his ass crack. 
"Stop. Now, lick my ass. Lick it all over, don't miss 
any part except my ass crack. I want soft and quick 
little licks." Susan proceeded to lick his ass.

She moved her tongue quickly over every inch of his 
ass, flicking it lightly. "Now I want you to press as 
much of your tongue as you can and lick my ass firmly 
and thoroughly. Take sips of water if you need to. I 
want my ass wet from your tongue." Susan obeyed. 

"Stop," Gerard commanded. Susan leaned back on her 
legs. She took a sip of water from the bottle next to 
her, her eyes vacant and unseeing. "Put your hands 
behind your back. Push your face into my ass crack and 
lick it from top to bottom and up both sides. Keep 
licking it up and down until I tell you to stop. Avoid 
my asshole. Stop and take a breath when you need to." 
Susan hesitated for a microsecond. She never heard of 
anyone doing anything like this. 

The man standing nearby moved like lightening and 
touched her with the pain rod for a split second. 
Susan immediately put her hands behind her back and 
pushed her face into her Master's ass crack, right at 
the bottom and began to lick it. She had to press hard 
to separate his ass cheeks and get her tongue in 
there. She licked up and down the sides of crack, 
skipping around his asshole. She had gone up and down 
his crack ten times when he told her to stop. She took 
a long drink of water and sat back. 

Gerard rose up stretched and lay back down. "Spread my 
ass open wide and start licking just my asshole. Push 
your tongue inside it and lick all around it. Keep 
licking and pushing your tongue in until I tell you to 
stop." Susan put her hands on his ass and spread it as 
wide as she could, bent over and began licking the 
dark brown spot in the center of her Master's ass. She 
swirled the tip of her tongue around it, then made her 
tongue stiff and bobbed her head pushing her tongue 
into his asshole. His breathing got faster. 

"I can barely feel your tongue. You need to work a 
little harder my bitch." He waved his hand and the man 
with the rod came over and stood next to Susan, 
holding the rod loosely in front of him. Susan 
redoubled her effort, moaning and sighing as she 
vigorously licked her Master's asshole, pushing her 
tongue into his asshole, bobbing her head, tongue-
fucking his hole.

After 10 minutes or so Gerard told her to stop and 
move away. He turned and looked at Sara. "It's your 
turn. Do everything exactly as bitch 31 did." Sara 
moved into position and began kissing his ass. Gerard 
motioned with his hand. The man with the rod indicated 
that Susan move close to her Master's face. "Lick the 
bitch's ass crack while she eats my ass. Work her 
asshole the same way you did mine." 

Susan walked over on her knees and spread Sara's ass 
cheeks apart and lowered her head. She began licking 
Sara's ass crack from the bottom to the top, over and 
over. After a while she focused on her asshole, 
licking her vigorously and tongue-fucking her hole. 
Sara moaned as she licked her Master as her own ass 
was being eaten out. About 20 minutes later Gerard 
stood up and dressed, leaving his zipper open. He put 
his hands out to them and they both moved forward. 

"You," he looked at Sara, "I want you to lick and suck 
my balls. And you," looking at Susan, "I want you to 
suck the head of my cock." 

They went to work as ordered. Her Master's cock was a 
mouthful. Susan had been trained over several weeks to 
suck it just as her Master liked. Sara drew each of 
his balls into her mouth in turn and sucked them 
gently, swirling her tongue around the way she had 
been trained. Gerard kicked Sara with his foot and she 
retreated. 

He slapped Susan on the head. "Get between my legs and 
blow me good." Susan moved between his legs and began 
to lick his cock up and down and all around. Then she 
began to draw it into her mouth, pushing her head down 
more and more until his cocked popped into her throat. 
She bobbed her head up and down, fucking his cock with 
her mouth and throat and swirling her tongue around.

Gerard looked with satisfaction at Susan vigorously 
sucking his cock. He looked at Sara whose eyes were 
rigidly fixed on him. "Suck his cock," he said, 
pointing to the man standing there with the rod. Sara 
walked over on her knees and opened his pants and 
pulled his cock out and began to suck it. Both girls 
sucked vigorously, the men's cocks sliding in out of 
their throats until finally they both came in turn. 
The girls swallowed the cum and when they were done, 
they sat back with their eyes on their Master. 

HUMILIATION AND SUBJUGATION

Susan and Sara had now been enslaved for three months. 
They had been trained and performed every sex act they 
were ordered to perform. They had both lost their 
virginity to Gerard: pussy, mouth and ass. They had 
learned to have sex with each other. They performed 
sex acts with any man their Master directed them to. 
They were routinely called slut, whore, bitch, cunt 
and slave. Several times a week they were given 
cocaine and other drugs to make them more and more 
dependent without become seriously addicted.

Tonight was a special event, a sort of convention. 
Major slavers from all over the world were coming to 
the compound, 32 men in all. 

All of the slaves were positioned around the walls of 
the great salon, each of them with their eyes on their 
Master. Twenty three slave girls lived in the 
compound. This was the first time Susan had seen all 
of them. An additional 15 were brought by their 
Masters. They ranged in age from 16 to 23 and they 
were all spectacularly beautiful and well-built. What 
Susan did not know was that the Masters here did not 
keep any slave after the age of 24. At that time they 
were sold to others who had use for "older" bitches. 
One of the girls was close to her 24th birthday. 

Susan and Sara had learned that their Master, Gerard, 
was the Master of the whole compound and all the other 
men deferred to him. He stood now to address the 
group.

"Welcome gentlemen. To start our festivities we have a 
going away experience for one of our bitches who will 
turn 24 in three days. She has already been sold and 
will be picked up tomorrow by an agent for General 
Mbotu, head of the Ugandan army. He is of modest means 
so he is willing to pay the discounted price for one 
of our used bitches. Tonight we will make special use 
of her. I need two volunteers to start with. Several 
of the men raised their hands. 

Gerard selected two: a gray-haired man with a good 
physical build and a younger blonde man with a huge 
paunch. The slave was brought in on a leash to the 
center of the room. Two attendants stood on chairs on 
either side of her and tied her hands over her head to 
a ring hanging from the ceiling, pulling her up until 
she was on her tip toes. The two men stepped forward. 
While the girl was being positioned Gerard had handed 
a whip to each of the volunteers.

"Whenever you're ready gentlemen." One man stood in 
front of the frightened girl, the other at the back. 
Then they began to whip her. She screamed the whole 
time, her body becoming striped with red welts. 
Several of the men had pulled out their cocks and were 
stroking themselves while they watched. The man in 
front of the girl called for a different whip with 
several leather straps hanging off of it. He began to 
whip the girl's tits. She screamed and cried, but had 
been so well trained she did not speak any words. As 
soon as they started drawing blood Gerard called a 
halt.

"I think this poor bitch needs a little comforting." 
They took her down and laid her on a very large, low 
table in the center of the room in view of all. They 
tied her to the table with her arms behind her head 
tied to the legs of the table. They put ropes around 
her knees and pulled her legs wide apart and tied the 
ropes to the table legs. One of the attendants came 
over and, strangely, began to slather peanut butter on 
the girl's pussy, great big gobs of it. 

Then he took more peanut butter and thickly coated her 
tits, then a large gob in her mouth and on her lips. 
As soon as he was done two other attendants entered 
the salon with two large German shepherds. He led the 
dogs to the table and urged them up onto the table. 
The dogs were immediately drawn to the peanut butter 
and began to lick it off the girl, one in between her 
legs licking it off her pussy and the other licking it 
off her tits, then off her lips and inside her mouth. 
The girl began to cry. 

Many of the slaves around the room stared in wide-eyed 
shock. Other long-timers had seen this before. Gerard 
stood, "This is sort of a going away ceremony. None of 
us would fuck a bitch after a dog has had her, but we 
all enjoy the sight. Where she's going she will be 
spending plenty of intimate time with animals of all 
kinds." 

The girl cried louder at that pronouncement. She had 
been a slave here for 7 years. She thought she had 
seen the bottom of degradation - she was wrong. There 
was an inch and half or more of peanut butter on the 
girl and it took the dogs almost fifteen minutes to 
get it all off. 

Then an odd device was wheeled into the room. The 
attendants leashed the dogs and held them. The girl 
was removed from the table and directed to kneel on 
the device and lay on the pad in front of her. Then it 
was tipped so her head was slightly lower than her 
ass, which stuck up provocatively. Then the pads she 
kneeled on were spread wide apart. Her ass and pussy 
were completely exposed. The dogs were then led over. 
An attendant spread a kind of gel on the girl. 

The first dog was released and sniffed the girl's 
pussy and became very excited. The dog jumped up and 
frantically tried to find her pussy hole with his 
greatly distend glistening red cock. He wasn't having 
much success. Gerard told Susan to come over. "Guide 
that cock into her pussy." With vacant eyes and an 
empty heart she grasped the dog's cock and put the 
head of it into the girl's pussy. 

The dog began fucking her viciously, the nails of his 
front paws digging into the girl's back and sides. 
Then the dog's knot began to form. They would be 
locked in this position for 15 or 20 minutes. Some of 
the men stood in front of the girl and took their 
cocks out for her to suck. She obediently sucked them 
while the dog was buried in her pussy. Five men fucked 
the girl's mouth, then the room began to disperse into 
a party: mingling and drinking, talking business. 

Four slaves were kneeling on a large plastic tarp in 
an alcove off the salon. When a man needed to take a 
piss he went over to one of the toilet slaves and 
pissed in her mouth. 

The men became disinterested in the girl joined with 
the dog. The dog panted and whined as his cock knot 
kept him connected to the girl. The other dog was 
pacing wildly on his leash waiting for his turn. The 
girl had been given a break from cocksucking and 
whimpered in her bonds, beyond mortified. 

Gerard got the crowd's attention as the dog popped out 
of the girl. Sara was called over and directed to lick 
the dog cum out of the girl's pussy. Susan felt the 
gorge rise in her throat and feared she would vomit. 
If she did that here she would be forced to eat it. 
When Sara was done licking out the dog's cum the other 
dog was released. He jumped up on the girl who was 
jerking violently in the trap. "Go Rocky Go!" some of 
the men shouted. Rocky jumped on the girl and just as 
his fellow canine, he could not find the hole. Another 
slave was enlisted to guide the dog's cock into the 
girl. 

The frenzied dog bit the slave several times but the 
cock found its home and the dog began to hump the girl 
violently. All eyes were on the spectacle. The whole 
thing was being videotaped. These kinds of shows were 
sold at very high profit on the black market. After a 
few minutes the two were joined by the dog's cock knot 
and the crowd again lost interest. A few men went to 
the girl to get sucked, the rest returned to their 
conversation and drinking. Several of the men called 
for their slaves and had them suck their cocks while 
they casually conversed with the other men. Several 
girls were placed in a pussy eating circle. 

A large, sweaty man with bulging eyes waddled over to 
Susan and told her to stand up. He squeezed and groped 
her tits then turned her around. He pulled out his 
hard cock, threw her down, entered her pussy and began 
to slam into her, reaching around and squeezing her 
tits and pulling on her nipples. Any man in the room 
could have any slave at any time. Susan would end up 
getting fucked over 25 times that evening: ass, pussy 
and mouth. 

She licked and sucked 15 asses as well. 

Susan and another girl were directed to perform a 
complete sex session with each other lasting 20 
minutes and performed center stage in front of all 
present. 

Susan was voted the most spectacular bitch in the 
room, much to Gerard's pleasure. At one point the men 
all stood in a circle and Susan stood in front of each 
man who bent over and briefly sucked her tits. 

She had no say over her own body any more. What she 
wanted (or didn't want), what she thought and what she 
felt were no longer relevant - she was a totally owned 
object.

ACCEPTANCE

Six months later. Susan was kneeling under her 
Master's desk in his study licking his balls. She had 
been licking his balls for a half an hour. She was 
used to this now. She had once sat behind him and 
licked his asshole for an entire football game while 
the other men watching the game took turns fucking her 
ass and pussy, ten men in all. After each man had 
fucked her Sara was ordered to eat the cum out of 
Susan's pussy or ass. Some of the more vigorous men 
fucked Sara while she ate Susan out.

As part of her training a while back Susan was 
blindfolded. Whenever the blindfold was taken off she 
was kneeling behind a man while two other slaves held 
his ass cheeks apart. Of course Susan ate the ass in 
front of her. For two weeks the only thing she ever 
saw was assholes, at all other times she was 
blindfolded. She spent another two weeks only seeing 
balls and licking and sucking them. 

As one might guess, two weeks of only seeing cocks and 
licking and sucking them. Last of all, two weeks of 
only seeing a spread pussy to eat out. She was not 
allowed to look at anything else but the sex part in 
front of her or be severely punished. 

She no longer offered the slightest resistance. All 
thought of her former life had been banished from her 
thoughts. The only thing she could not control was her 
dreams. She would sometimes wake up in tears as she 
had dreamed of her sweet life with her family and her 
love. Self-loathing consumed her. This was her life, 
so she found herself beginning to favor one activity 
more than another. She and Sara were now allowed to 
sleep entwined, spooning. They were still forbidden to 
be sexual with each other without permission, and they 
knew they were constantly watched. Susan also found 
that sitting quietly and licking some part of her 
Master or other man allowed her mind to wander as she 
performed automatically, not really thinking about 
what she was actually doing.

While under the desk licking her Master's balls she 
listened to him conducting business. His business 
interests included slaving, narcotics, and gambling. 
Once, when talking to his accountant, Susan found out 
that he owned over 200 slave girls all over the world. 
He had been raised by his slaver father and learned 
from a young age to look at women as property. He had 
never fucked a girl over the age of 24. He was 49 
years old and at the height of his power. His net 
worth was over 500 million dollars.

Her Master kicked her under the desk. This was a 
signal for her to crawl out. When she did, her Master 
ordered her to blow the three men in the room. She 
crawled over to the first man, a very obese black man 
with a wrinkled face. She knelt in front of him and 
struggled to get his cock out of his pants as they 
were very tight. His huge belly hung over his cock 
which was at least 8 or 9 inches. Susan began to suck 
the head and the man grabbed the sides of her face and 
viciously forced his cock down her throat and began to 
fuck her face vigorously. 

She thought she would suffocate and then hoped she 
would. The man came quickly and released her. She 
crawled to the next man who kicked her away. She 
crawled back reaching to open his pants. He slapped 
her and kicked her away again. All the men laughed. 
She approached him five more times, receiving abuse, 
but knowing she must persist. The consequences for 
failure to do so were harsh and terrible. The sixth 
time he let her get his cock out and suck him. He 
pulled out at the last minute and sprayed her face. 
Gerard had Sara brought to the room to lick the cum 
off her face.

SURRENDER

Master Gerard strolled down the shadowy corridor 
preceded by Susan and Sara; the women wore only a robe 
with nothing underneath. Gerard's hand held on to the 
reigns connected to each of the collars around their 
neck. As they neared the dog kennel, pheromones 
imperceptible to their master were drunk in by the 
salivating canines and drove them in to a pussy-
scented feeding frenzy of yelps, barks, and howls that 
told of how hungry they were to smell, touch, or taste 
any part of the two slaves only a few yards away. 

Sara jumped but not her friend---Susan had taken this 
walk before, she knew exactly where they were headed. 
Forbidden to speak she had no way of communicating 
with Sara. She wanted to reach out and steady the 
nervous girl, but she was afraid to do anything she 
wasn't told to do. 

Arriving at a solid metal door, Master Gerard produced 
a keycard, swiped it past the card reader and the door 
hissed opened. "Inside!" he commanded. The women 
obeyed and were immediately greeted by a sterile scent 
of sanitization and a large female blond dressed in 
medical garb. The heavy door sealed shut behind them. 
"You're at the vet's," their master said sounding 
almost irritated at Sara's weakness. He focused his 
attention directly on Sara. "Just watch bitch 31, do 
what she does," he warned. "I'll be back when it's 
done," he said and he was gone. "With me," the stern-
sounding woman said in a heavy German accent. She led 
them into an examination room. "On the table," her 
authoritative German voice barked. Susan removed her 
robe and climbed onto the table on all fours. Sara 
watched them nervously and did the same. Both of their 
exposed asses pointed at the examiner as she snapped 
on her rubber gloves.

Master Gerard entered a room filled with other 
masters, some of them with their pets seated near 
them. The glass wall to his left looked directly into 
the examination room. He could see Sara and Susan 
undergoing their invasive exam. A handsome young 
Oriental guy they called Vic Lee was seated, his legs 
a part, the slave of one of the other masters 
professionally administering a blow job. 

He took the energetic redhead by the hair, the seal 
between her lip and his cock slurped apart; a sound 
that got the attention of the others. Lee looked up 
"Lionel, call this bitch off," he said. The other 
master patted his hand against his leg, and the naked 
redhead wearing a collar retreated to his side. 

Gerard took in the action with a smile. A passing 
slave girl carrying a tray with three drinks on it 
placed one of the glasses in Master Gerard's hand, 
trying not to make eye contact. He turned to the glass 
wall and watched Susan have her ass spread open by the 
examiner. "Clean me up bitch," he heard Lee's voice 
over his shoulder.

Inside the examination room the examiner was just 
finishing with Susan. "Your pussy and ass are in good 
shape" she remarked moving on to Sara. Sara's already 
tense body became even tenser. The examiner put on a 
new set of gloves, then pushed her rubber covered 
finger inside Sara's tight little shit hole. She 
cried. "Please" she called out in pain, "it hurts, it 
hurts!" 

"Don't you know how to relax you little piece of shit, 
you're cutting off the circulation to my finger," the 
Alpha female said to her. On the other side of the 
glass mirrored wall Master Gerard stood watching the 
girls endure their monthly exam. He took a sip from 
the glass in his hand. "I like the one with the round 
ass," Lee joined Gerard at the glass wall. Gerard 
looked at him and smiled; he took another sip of wine. 
"Is she house-broken; has she surrendered completely?" 
Lee continued.

"She's close," Gerard said, his eyes still fixed on 
the action inside the exam room. The examiner was 
whipping Sara's ass with a leather strap. "What about 
the little cry baby?" Lee asked. Sara slipped off the 
examining table and the beating continued. "That 
little bitch is becoming more trouble than she's 
worth," Gerard said to him.

"Ahho, what's this," Lee said; they watched Susan 
plead with the examiner to spare Sara. Angry, the 
examiner stopped her beating, walked over to a cabinet 
and took out a large rubber penis.

Inside the exam room the examiner approached. She 
stood Sara's small protesting frame up, and leaned her 
over the exam table, exposing her reddened frail ass. 
"Please," Susan begged, "she can't take it."

"Bitch," the examiner shouted at Susan, "does your 
master know you address people?" "I'm sorry," Susan 
whispered. "You know if I told him you spoke to me you 
would get your ass beaten?" she snarled. Susan nodded. 
"You care for this little piece of shit don't you?" 
the examiner quizzed Susan. Unable to explain that she 
was just a friend, Susan nodded. "Here take this," the 
examiner said, pressing the large rubber penis into 
Sara's hands, "I'm going to get some lube, and you are 
going to ram this up her ass!" The examiner, turning 
to leave the room out of Susan's sight, smiled in the 
direction of the mirrored wall aware that there were 
spectators on the other side.

Gerard and Lee stood watching Susan saying something 
to a sobbing Sara. They are joined by the examiner. 
"You catching all of this?" she asked turning to look 
through the glass wall. Gerard nodded and drained the 
wine from his glass. He was offered another drink but 
refused and gave up his empty glass. "It's about time 
we had a little excitement around here," Lee said with 
a smile. "You know she gets off on torturing newbies," 
Lee joked referring to the examiner. 

"I am going to need one of your pussy lickers, if this 
keeps up," the examiner said to Lee. Turning her 
attention to Gerard, "you want me to end this?" she 
asked sincerely. Gerard turned back to Susan and Sara. 
Lee and the examiner studied Gerard's face. Several 
seconds passed, "No," Gerard finally said. "Bust her 
virgin ass." The examiner held up a bottle of lube 
with a smile and walked away.

In the examination room Susan whispered, "Quickly 
Sara," constantly checking the door, "Do you 
understand?" 

"You want me to push," Sara said trying to control her 
sobs. "It's the only way to relax your ass muscle; 
it's too tight, it will rip you apart if you don't, do 
you hear me," Susan begged. Sara nodded.

"When I squeeze your leg like this," Susan said giving 
the back of Sara's leg a squeeze, "you push for me." 
The examiner entered holding the bottle of 
lubrication. She pushed Susan aside and emptied half 
the small bottle of lube down Sara's butt crack. 
Smoothing it around Sara's tense asshole she pushed 
her finger inside. This time it slid in easily. 
Without having her leg squeezed, Sara gave a small 
push and to her amazement the pain went away. 

Next the examiner covered the head of the rubber penis 
with lube. "Fuck this bitch in the ass with that 
thing," she told Susan adding, "And do it right!" 
Susan squeezed Sara's leg then rested the head of the 
rubber dick against Sara's ass opening. Sara let out a 
whimper and pushed hard. Susan guided the synthetic 
phallus inside Sara's ass; her muscle relaxed and her 
ass swallowed three to four inches of the rubber cock; 
then realizing that Susan's advice was working finally 
Sara relaxed.

In the Master's lounge Gerard and Lee watched the 
examiner shove Susan out of the way once more, insert 
her examining tool, and complete the exam of Sara's 
pussy and ass. She handed them their robes and made 
her examination room ready for the next contestants. 
Back in their resting place Sara lay sleeping tethered 
at the neck to the wall; Susan lay with her eyes open 
watching Sara sleep. The door opened, Gerard entered 
carrying a bowl of soapy water. 

Without waking Sara he made his way to where Susan 
lay. "On your hands and knees bitch," he said placing 
the bowl on the floor and removing the leather belt 
from his pants. "The vet told me you spoke to her 
today," he said allowing his belt to move down her 
back and through her ass crack as he moved past, and 
stood behind her. Susan wanted to explain, but knew 
that defending herself would only get her in more 
trouble. "You know what else she said to me," Master 
Gerard taunted. 

He removed his shoes and pants, "she said your pussy 
was hot, like a bitch in heat, that you need to be 
fucked, she told me." (Smack!) She felt the belt take 
a small bite out of her ass. The next two smacks 
across her ass were serious, and brought tears. "Bitch 
you KNOW you don't talk to people!" he said angrily.

"Can I squeeze your breasts?" he asked. Susan nodded 
yes. "Can I fuck the shit out of your ass?" Again she 
nodded yes. "You're damn right I can," he said guiding 
his stiff cock to the back entrance of her pussy, he 
jammed it inside her, taking hold of her hips he 
started fucking Susan hard and strong. His skin 
slapped against her ass, pounding his long hard cock 
deep inside her love opening. 

Susan started cumming and never stopped. She enjoyed 
being lost in passion; it was like stepping into 
another dimension where time and space stood still, 
suspended in midair by the sweet sticky flood of a 
never ending climax. "Fuckin" bitch," she heard his 
voice echo, starting his climax. "You fuckin" bitch!" 
he repeated pumping her wet cunt full of his warm 
sultry dick milk.

Taking a moment to compose himself Master Gerard stood 
up, his penis still dripping cum He picked up his 
shoes and pants and left, stopping long enough to 
unleash a now fully awake Sara. "Clean that bitch up," 
he said to Sara and he was gone. Sara bypassed the 
bowl of soapy water and settled between Susan's legs 
and began licking her creamy middle. Her small silky 
smooth tongue moved over Susan's dripping wet vagina 
savoring and gently sucking at Susan's exhausted 
openness. 

It wasn't often Master Gerard allowed them to touch so 
there was no way Sara was going to let soapy water do 
what her hungry little tongue could do. Susan, still 
tethered at her neck relaxed and enjoyed her tongue 
washing; to her surprise her tired body erupted with 
climax more than once as Sara ate deeper, and deeper 
toward the back of Susan pussy, making sounds like 
someone devouring a succulent sweet treat.

Susan raised her legs and clasped her knees exposing 
her ass opening to Sara's soothing tongue. Sara ate 
her pussy and ass like there would be no tomorrow, 
thrilling Susan with sensation she never thought 
possible. She could no longer feel the burning from 
the belt against her skin, the fear, and self-doubt 
that had haunted her during that day. She was high on 
elation and she fell asleep that way. 

RESCUE

Carl grabbed the phone when he saw who was calling. He 
had an army of detectives and somewhat shadier 
individuals scouring the world for his daughter. Susan 
had now been gone for 18 months. Because of the 
cruelly pornographic updates he had gotten over that 
time, he knew she was alive and being held captive. 
His heart wrenched at the thought of his precious 
child being so viciously abused. He tried not to think 
of what condition she would be in when he finally 
found her. For he knew he WOULD find her. 

He had already spent 20 million dollars in his search. 
He would continue if it took every penny he had. As it 
was, the money he had expended thus far barely touched 
his personal fortune. He took no pleasure in any of 
it. His sister Eileen was mired in a depression which 
began shortly after Susan's disappearance. He had kept 
the awful truth of Susan's real situation from her, 
knowing she could not handle it. Susan's fiancé, Ted, 
had quit his job months ago, sliding into alcoholic 
oblivion after he too received the horrifying 
"updates" from Susan's captors.

"Talk to me," Carl barked into the phone. "We've found 
her." Carl's heart hammered at those words. His agent 
described quickly how he had found her. "She is in a 
slaver's compound in a remote area of Mexico, about 
100 miles south of Mexico City. The compound comprises 
about 20,000 acres of land and is nearly self-
sufficient. There are 35 buildings, mostly all 
attached above or below ground. The area is heavily 
guarded and patrolled. There are approximately 35 
young women confined there. As best as we can tell, 
about 20 "masters" inhabit the place on a regular 
basis. About twice that many gather periodically for 
"conventions." They're all major players in the slave 
trade."

"Our plan is to contact the leader of this ring, a man 
named Gerard Montague, using one of our own men 
masquerading as an agent for a billionaire tycoon. As 
the agent, our man will say that his employer has 
heard of a particular slave that he is very interested 
in for a special purpose, your daughter. He will bid 
so high that Montague will not be able to refuse."

Choking back his rage Carl nearly shouted, "How much 
do you need?" 

"Probably about 10 million and possibly as much as 50 
million" the operative replied.

"What about the other women?" Carl asked.

"We can't do anything about them without an all-out 
storming of the place with a small army," he replied. 
"After we get your daughter out, perhaps we can work 
on a plan. I do not want to jeopardize her safety at 
this point."

Carl felt a moment of guilt at rescuing his daughter 
and leaving the others, knowing that they had families 
devastated by the loss of their children.

"Do it!" Carl barked. "You have Cunningham's contact 
information. I will instruct him to release whatever 
amount you need, no limit." With that Carl hung up and 
shed tears that had not been able to come in over a 
year.

"Master Gerard," the agent said, addressing his 
employer. "We have an interesting offer from a source 
unknown to us. A gentleman with a 10 digit portfolio 
wishes to purchase one of your units. He has heard of 
a certain slave and is obsessed with obtaining her. 
His agent has been in contact with me and is awaiting 
a response. The inquiry fee of one million dollars has 
cleared the account."

"Which one does he want?" Gerard asked, his curiosity 
piqued. "Bitch 31," his man said. Gerard was 
disappointed, but not surprised. That one was the most 
spectacular specimen he had ever seen in all his and 
his father's years in the business. He hated to lose 
the bitch. In addition, he had assured his client who 
had ordered her capture that he would keep him 
informed of her "progress" through the years. Perhaps 
he could arrange with this buyer to maintain the 
progress reports, in exchange for a discounted price. 

But 31 was his favorite. His slaver's heart swelled to 
think of the descent of that one from the pinnacle of 
a charmed life to the lowest degradation. It was the 
contrast that delighted him, knowing he had 
transformed her from rising star to an utter slut. 

She had gone from being a beloved daughter and bride, 
on the cusp of reaching her genius potential, to being 
a crawling, drooling, obsequious, pussy-eating, ball-
kissing, ass-licking, cocksucking, piss-drinking whore 
of the lowest (highest") form, rubbing her naked ass 
on his leg (or anyone I tell her to) and grunting and 
moaning wanting to be fucked in all three holes (just 
as I taught her). She whined like a spoiled child 
begging with her eyes and tongue to lick my asshole. 
Of course she knew she would be punished if her tongue 
wasn't in my ass or my cock in one of her holes when I 
called for her or came to her. 

She had to beg convincingly and endure abuse before I 
would relent and allow her to eat my ass, lick my 
balls or suck my cock. Of course it would cost her. In 
exchange for these privileges she would be whipped 
with the instrument of her choice by one of my 
colleagues while licking my feet and sucking my toes. 
She would have to crawl to the cabinet where the whips 
and canes were kept and choose one with her mouth and 
crawl over and present it to me.

He had never taken a unit from a prominent family due 
to the attendant risks, but that is what made this 
bitch special. She was also physically spectacular. 

He couldn't have designed a better body. He enjoyed 
the envious eyes of his cohorts. 

Though many of them had enjoyed 31 in a limited 
fashion, her eyes were always on him. 

"Do you wish to sell the unit?" his man asked. "Tell 
this agent the price is $25 million," Gerard said 
smiling. Surely no-one would pay that sum for a slave 
sight-unseen. Gerard heard the slight intake of breath 
from his agent. "Any questions?" Gerard asked. "No 
sir. I will deliver your price immediately." He hung 
up and got up to spend some time with his favorite 
pet.

He had spent the last three months training 31 and 32 
to fully embrace the persona of a dog. They jumped and 
wagged their asses and made yipping noises when he 
came in the room. They ran to him, licking his shoes 
and hands, then sitting back with their hands up and 
curled like paws, begging. 

He kept "treats" in his pockets for them. Mostly they 
were pieces of chocolate laced with cocaine. This had 
proved a valuable component of his training, assuring 
their swift compliance.

Usually no slave was kept beyond the 24th year. All of 
the female attendants in the compound were there 
voluntarily, drawn to the slave life. They were all 
older, often overweight, homely or downright ugly. But 
they served their purpose and were unquestioningly 
obedient and loyal. They were used by the guards and 
farmhands on the property; the Masters rarely if ever 
touched them. 

His plan had been to keep 31 and 32 beyond their 24th 
year (still 6 years away) to be mates to two of his 
now quite young prized German shepherds. He intended 
to maintain the two females" physical beauty with all 
of the skill and products available. They would be an 
outstanding attraction as real bitches, living in 
kennels with their dog masters. He might even do it 
sooner if he grew bored with them, which was possible 
after several years, even for two such as these. 

The other masters would object since it was the 
customary practice to sell units to other masters if 
they were no longer wanted and not yet 24. And many 
wanted these two. But, it was a custom, not a rule. 
Besides, Gerard knew they would all go wild over the 
dog and bitch shows.

"He has agreed to your price," the agent reported to 
Gerard excitedly. Neither one of them remotely 
expected this. "Hmmm," Gerard thought. "There's 
something not quite right about this." On the other 
hand, he knew many men of fantastic wealth who were 
quite eccentric and often obsessed with obtaining 
whatever it is they wanted. Often the higher the 
demanded price, the more eager they seemed to pay to 
obtain the prize.

"When does he want delivery?" 

"As soon as possible. He has a special purpose for the 
bitch and was particularly anxious to receive her 
within 24 hours if at all possible. When you agree to 
a transfer arrangement, half of the money will be 
wired to your account, with the other half after 
inspection of the merchandise upon delivery. There was 
a suggestion of lucrative business propositions if the 
deal were completed according to his timetable. I will 
supervise the transaction personally."

Gerard wanted a few more days with 31. He even 
wrestled with refusing the deal altogether. Perhaps he 
had a little of that obsessiveness and possessiveness 
himself. 31 was HIS and he bristled at the thought of 
giving her up before he was ready. But 25 million" He 
could possible find five more as pleasing for that 
money. Well, maybe not AS pleasing, but close.

"Where does he want her delivered?"

"He will send a helicopter here to retrieve the unit. 
His agent will inspect it and agree to finalize the 
terms. I will hold the agent and any other personnel 
until the transfer of the balance is confirmed."

"Confirm the arrangement. Tell him we will expect them 
to arrive at 4:00 pm tomorrow."

"Understood. I will notify you when all is arranged."

It was now 3:15 pm. One more day with 31; he would 
make it memorable, for both of them.

Gerard relished his visits with his two favorites. A 
year and a half after obtaining them he could 
congratulate himself on a complete transformation and 
mastery of these two sweet bitches. He smiled as he 
opened the door to their cell. 

The two girls turned and scrambled quickly over on all 
fours making all the excited noises a young dog might 
make at the sight of its master. The girls licked his 
shoes and hands then sat back expectantly. He held his 
hand out to Susan who placed her head in it, rubbing 
her cheek against his palm then softly, slowly and 
sweetly licking his fingers, sucking on them and 
kissing them. He moved one foot toward Sara, not 
taking his eyes off of Susan's ardent ministrations. 
Sara removed her master's shoe and sock and covered 
his feet with kisses and soft licks. 

Gerard reveled in the devotion and adoration of his 
pets. He had succeeded in bringing the two completely 
into their new life with him, leaving behind who they 
once were. It is a psychological feat which he had 
accomplished many times before, but never had he 
brought two so far from one self-concept to another. 
No sexual pleasure could compare with the experience 
of such complete dominance over a living, thinking 
person. 

He felt particularly triumphant over his success with 
Susan. Here was a girl raised in ideal circumstances 
and having a level of intelligence and self-esteem 
that not more than 1% of people possess or achieve. He 
had overcome all her instincts to resist his 
domination and brought her completely under his 
control to the point where her happiness and self-
esteem rested solely upon his approval.

His pets, knowing well his desires, undressed him 
slowly and sensuously, their eyes on him looking for 
any signal. All through the evening and night hours 31 
and 32 explored and stimulated every millimeter of his 
body and, at his command, every inch of each other. As 
always the entire session was videotaped for later 
enjoyment. Many times he would feign displeasure and 
manufacture reasons to punish one or the other. 

They would lay their foreheads on the floor, their 
pretty little asses raised, offering their bodies to 
the whip or cane. He set them to competing for his 
attentions. He had them literally fighting for the 
privilege to lick his asshole, pushing each other out 
of the way, the winner exulting and performing 
eagerly, the other whining and crying in defeat.

***

Sometime near dawn they all lay down. He slept in 
their cell, curled up with them. As they had submitted 
at a deeper and deeper level over the last several 
months they had been rewarded with more and more 
luxuries. They now had a king sized plush mattress on 
the floor and a dozen pillows. He often watched them 
remotely without their knowing through the many 
cameras installed around the room as they played or 
made love. There was a constant internet feed sending 
the images to their many fans paying for the 
opportunity to observe them. He had made several 
million dollars over the 18 months they had been with 
him from movies and internet feeds to their fan base.

They awoke around three in the afternoon. Gerard stood 
up and sat in his chair (they never sat there even 
when he was not there). He called them to him. "I have 
news. 31 you have been sold. Your new master will be 
coming to get you in one hour." He knew his words were 
cruel. Her reaction would be equally thrilling to him, 
though he felt the deep regret at no longer enjoying 
his creation.

Susan sat stunned, her mind uncomprehending. She had 
repressed every thought and instinct she had had 
before being brought here. She had invested everything 
in submitting and embracing this impossible situation. 
Now to lose yet another life was almost more than she 
could bear. Her first instinct was to beg to stay with 
him. But she had been so completely trained not to 
speak any words all that came out was a painful, 
mournful choking wail. Sara also cried hysterically as 
she had become symbiotically attached to Susan. 

Gerard stood and commanded them to silence. "You are 
owned and fully trained. Submission means acceptance 
of any and all of my wishes." Looking at Susan he 
said, "When you are serving your new master you can do 
so with pride and joy knowing that I wish it to be 
so." To Sara he said, "Do you object to my decision, 
to my total mastery over your life?" Sara silently 
shook her head no.

He attached a leash to Susan's collar and led her out 
of the room leaving the two girls no chance to say 
goodbye. He led Susan to a small room similar to the 
first room she had when she came. An attendant was 
there and Gerard nodded to him and left Susan there 
without a word. She was stunned into immobility. 

The attendant lowered Susan to the floor of the bare 
room and gave her an injection. The shot would render 
her unconscious and mildly paralyzed for up to four 
hours, plenty of time to transfer her to her new 
master's location. The door opened again and another 
attendant entered holding a large padded canvas bag. 
He laid it on the floor next to Susan's prone form. 
The bag extended beyond her feet and head, large 
enough to encase her. The attendant unzipped the bag 
and rolled Susan into it and zipped it up again. There 
were numerous air holes, so there would be no problem 
getting her enough air. The two attendants grabbed the 
handles at either end and lifted the bag and took it 
up to the roof where there was a helicopter landing 
pad, and waited.

Gerard's agent, Marshall, emerged from the building 
and walked to where the attendants stood. He quickly 
unzipped the bag enough to see Susan's head and 
determine that she was breathing normally. At that 
moment the three men looked up into the distance where 
they saw, and heard, the unmistakable sound of a 
helicopter. Marshall held a small laptop. He would use 
it to determine that the final payment had been 
transmitted before releasing the "unit," as he called 
her, to her new owner.

In the helicopter the operatives hired by Susan's 
father Carl watched the three men on the roof. They 
noted the large canvas bag assuming it was the young 
woman they came to rescue. Franco, in the co-pilot's 
seat, struggled with the desire to buzz these scum 
with the chopper, slicing them to pieces. He hoped he 
would be back to do just that. The chopper landed and 
the men emerged and walked toward the waiting group.

"We're looking for Marshall," said Franco. "I'm 
Marshall," the agent said, stepping forward and 
opening the laptop. "Please inspect the cargo and I 
will connect with our bank to arrange the final 
transaction." The two men walked over to the canvas 
bag and unzipped it. They knew they would be expected 
to check the girl out thoroughly. They did a brief 
check on Susan's condition and zipped the bag closed.

"Is everything satisfactory?" Marshall inquired. 
"Yes," Franco replied. "Please gentleman, let's 
complete our business," Marshall stated, holding out 
the laptop. Franco took the laptop and in view of 
Marshall entered several codes and then waited. 
Marshall took the machine and checked his employer's 
account. "Excellent. Everything is in order. It was a 
pleasure doing business with you." Marshall extended 
his hand, but his gesture was not returned. Franco and 
his partner lifted the canvas bag and loaded it into 
the back of the helicopter. They climbed aboard and 
lifted off the roof. Again Franco was overwhelmed by 
the urge to annihilate these bastards. The chopper 
veered off and headed toward their rendezvous with 
Carl.

"Carl, we have her," Franco reported. There was no 
response, as was expected. "I can't imagine what he's 
going through knowing what must have been happening to 
his little girl for the last year and a half at the 
hands of those bastards," Franco stated flatly. He had 
two daughters himself and knew what he would do to 
anyone who would hurt them in any way.

They called one of their colleagues en route, a woman 
named Cherie. She was to meet them with clothes for 
Susan as they guessed rightly that she would not be 
wearing any. The rendezvous point was only 10 minutes 
away. They landed on the grass in the rear acreage of 
a large estate. Cherie approached the helicopter and 
climbed inside. The two men exited. Cherie opened the 
bag and began to dress Susan in underwear and a simple 
jogging suit. That would do for now. It would not be 
right for her father to see her unclothed. 

A stretcher had been brought to the chopper and Franco 
and his partner carried it to the house where Carl 
waited anxiously. Carl had not told anyone, not his 
sister and certainly not Ted, about today's operation. 
The doors to the patio opened and Franco and his 
partner entered carrying the stretcher.

Carl approached the stretcher with fear and relief. He 
looked down at her and tears streamed from his eyes, 
though he made no sound. She looked much like the last 
time he'd seen her. He looked at Cherie. "She appears 
to be in excellent physical condition, sir." The words 
chilled Carl: excellent physical condition. It 
remained to be seen how her ordeal had affected her 
mind, and her heart.

The estate was owned by a close friend of Carl's who 
was out of the country for an extended period. Carl 
wanted the trip to safety to be a short as possible. 
Carl had brought with him a doctor, nurse, and 
psychiatrist - all close associates who had worked 
with him in the past. The psychiatrist had recommended 
she be sedated and slowly brought to full awareness 
over a period of days. They knew that in her current 
unconscious state she had no idea what had transpired. 
There was no telling what her reaction would be.

They laid Susan on a plush sofa and waited. About 90 
minutes later she started to rouse. Her eyes fluttered 
and she began to move. The psychiatrist had injected 
her 10 minutes before with a sedative and mood 
stabilizer. Carl moved to her side and took her hand. 
Her head lolled back and forth a few times and then 
her eyes settled on Carl. Susan moved her head back 
and forth as if saying "No" and closed her eyes again. 
"Honey," Carl said softly, barely audible, "it's 
daddy." 

***

Over the next 24 hours Susan was slowly brought to 
full consciousness. So far she had not spoken a word, 
staring blankly at her father as if she did not know 
him. In actuality she thought she was going insane due 
to Gerard's having sold her. All she could think about 
was the fact that Gerard did not want her anymore. She 
had given up everything for him, even her own soul. 
She had done things that set her apart from normal 
society, no longer belonging to the outside world. She 
could never go back to anything resembling her former 
life. Her mind beat and pulsed with one word, 
"Master."

Susan looked angrily at Cherie and the nurse who 
insisted, albeit gently, that she put her clothes on. 
Susan frantically stripped them off when she first 
realized she was clothed. She looked with distaste at 
these women who talked, who addressed the men 
familiarly. 

She still would not let the thought in that the one 
man was her father.

In that half-sleep state before waking Susan saw in 
her mind's eye a scene from a few months ago. She and 
Sara had been hung by their feet side by side just 
inches apart from each other. They were in the center 
of the great salon. There was no explanation for this, 
nor could they expect any. As it so happened, this was 
just a whim of one of the most senior members of the 
fraternity. At 80 years old he had been inducted into 
the fraternity when he was 16 years old, sponsored by 
his father. His greatest turn-on was seeing naked 
young women hung by their feet and giving head, 
particularly to him. These two were the most stunning 
specimens he had ever seen, and that was saying 
something. 

First he watched his grandson take a turn with Susan. 
Then the shriveled old man approached a dark-haired 
beauty with a proud erection, thanks to the miracle of 
Viagra. He slapped her cheek with his cock and she 
opened her mouth. She obediently sucked 
enthusiastically. Then he buried his face in her 
pubis, biting down on her maliciously. 

At the memory of that painful bite Susan's eyes flew 
open and she was fully awake. She had been here now 
for three days. She still had not spoken, despite the 
urging of the others, especially her father. She now 
acknowledged to herself that she had been taken back. 
Her father had found her and taken her out. She felt a 
rage she had not had since when she had first been 
taken by her Master. 

That seemed funny to her now. Master Gerard was 
everything to her: mind, body, spirit and soul. She 
often was amazed to think that at one time she thought 
her Master was a jailer and tormenter and rapist. It's 
so easy to misunderstand someone, especially someone 
great, a man as great as her Master. Average people 
just did not understand how he thought. 

Eight"one"eight"seven"three"two"nine"nine"nine"nine". 
The numbers ran across her mind, over and over.

At some level she understood what her father had done 
and why. But she knew she no longer belonged in this 
world, nor did she want to. When a person has 
subjugated themselves and submitted to extreme 
degradation and humiliation to gain the acceptance of 
another, they are changed forever. They see a new 
reality. 

She looked at her father and realized with pity that 
he could never accept her as she was now. When her 
father looked at her with love and anguish a thousand 
images flashed across her mind: performing endless 
sexual acts with any and every male she was ordered 
to: licking ass, begging to be whipped, sucking toes 
and licking shoes, watching outgoing slaves having sex 
with animals and assisting the act, kissing the hand 
that had just slapped her face for the 20th time; 
opening her mouth to receive a stream of piss, having 
sex with other women, the sight of girls hanging from 
the ceiling (a regular sight), kissing and smiling at 
sweaty, lecherous old men groping her as she sat in 
their laps and rode their cocks, her old self dying a 
little more each time and being replaced by a new 
self, who she was now.

Eight"one"eight"seven"three"two"nine"nine"nine"nine". 
The numbers ran across her mind, over and over.

Susan had not worn clothes or spoken in a year and a 
half. She had learned to be slavishly deferent to any 
male. She had started fantasizing about the doctors 
that attended her in the strange house. She wanted to 
show them how skilled she was in pleasing a man and to 
impress them with her submissiveness. Of course, the 
others would not allow it, but she bet the doctors 
would want it if it weren't for the others. She 
compromised on the clothing by wearing a simple cotton 
shift with nothing underneath. She avoided her father. 

Eight"one"eight"seven"three"two"nine"nine"nine"nine". 
The numbers ran across her mind, over and over.

The numbers echoed in her head. Time passed: one week, 
two weeks. 

Eight"one"eight"seven"three"two"nine"nine"nine"nine". 
The numbers ran across her mind, over and over.

Why did she wait" Susan struggled with the ambivalence 
creeping into the corners of her mind and with it, 
insanity. Her father had talked to her about going 
home, leaving the house they had occupied for 14 days. 
Still not speaking Susan flew into a rage and panic 
(an act) as she did not want any more change while she 
tried to decide.

Two weeks ago...

Gerard's eyes burned with rage as he listened to the 
words spoken in the departing helicopter. His 
curiosity had gotten the better of him and he had 
installed a bug in the canvas bag that held Susan. He 
knew then that her father had tricked him and gotten 
her back. He thought of his client and became nervous. 
Powerful people could be unpredictable. The client had 
been consumed with vengeance against Susan's father. 

There was no knowing how he would react if it became 
known that he had her back. At that thought Gerard 
couldn't help but smile. The man thought he had his 
daughter back, but all he had was a female that looked 
like his daughter. She was in no way the same person 
who was taken from her home 18 months ago. Perhaps he 
could convince the client that this was an even 
greater punishment for the man, to see what his 
daughter had become.

But it may not be necessary to be concerned. Gerard 
had done something the night before he let Susan go. 
He had her memorize a number - a phone number. Should 
she ever need or want to and could find a way, she 
could call him. That was all he had said. He had no 
idea what her new master was like or what privileges 
she would have. He also wanted to take her back if he 
could, without the new owner knowing who had stolen 
her. That way he would have her and the money! It was 
a long shot, but it cost him nothing to plant the 
seed.

Eight"one"eight"seven"three"two"nine"nine"nine"nine". 
The numbers ran across her mind, over and over.

Susan woke up in a sweat. They were going to move out 
tomorrow. She had been here three weeks. At first she 
resisted watching television or reading newspapers or 
surfing the internet. She didn't want to know what was 
happening in the world. The new world that had been 
constructed for her was showing a few cracks and that 
caused a terrifying panic in her. What she had become 
was completely incompatible with life "out here." 

Way, way down deep a thought tried to rise: you have 
been robbed of your true identity; remember who you 
were, what was taken from you". She would scream and 
rage at that point, shoving the offending words down 
and out of her awareness.

Susan left the bedroom and went down the hall. She had 
given no one any reason to worry about her leaving 
unescorted. The clock read 3:27 am. The house was 
silent. She went to the phone in the den to hide any 
noise she might make. She dialed the number: 

1-818-732-9999. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Was 
it a real phone number her Master had given her" Had 
she misunderstood" Four rings. Tears welled in her 
eyes - five rings. "Hello 31." At the sound of her 
Master's voice Susan cried out and instinctively sank 
to her knees. "I am going to ask you some questions. 
Make the noise "ooh" for YES and "ooh" for NO. Do you 
understand?" "Ooh," Susan replied. 

"Very good. Do you know where you are?" "Ooh." Susan 
had listened to the others talk. She knew she was 
about 10 minutes southwest by helicopter of where she 
had been living. "I want you to leave this phone off 
the hook. I can find you if you leave this phone 
connected," he explained. "Are you close to me?" 
"Ooh." Gerard could have gotten the information more 
quickly and accurately if he allowed her to speak, but 
that would undo so much of his training. 

He was already having the call traced and would know 
her approximate location in another five minutes. 
Gerard's agent called out to him "The call is 
originating about 15 miles southwest of here. 
According to the maps there is a very large estate in 
that location surrounded by 30,000 acres of forest and 
hills. That has to be it." Gerard was familiar with 
that estate. He had been invited to some social 
gatherings there. How ironic.

"31?" 

"Ooh." 

"I'm coming for you. Go out through the patio and walk 
straight back to the woods. Stop just inside the tree 
line and stay down. Are you wearing clothes?"

Ashamed Susan answered softly, "Ooh." 

"Take them off when you reach the woods." "Ooh."

"Hang up the phone and go now."

Susan did as she was directed, her heart beating 
wildly. She was going home! She rushed out of the 
house and began running full tilt to the back of the 
property. It was at least a - mile to the woods. She 
was in excellent shape due to her rigorous life at the 
compound. Now she was crying with relief. She had 
barely been able to breathe in that house with those 
people.

Several years ago Gerard had been invited to do some 
small game hunting in those woods. He knew of a trail 
accessible by off-road jeep. He was headed there now. 
He knew it was not the best move for him to go in 
person, but he was just too excited to leave it to 
others. His agent accompanied him just in case he 
needed help. It would take about a half hour to reach 
her. He pictured her already crouched naked in the 
woods straining to hear a sign of her Master's 
approach.

Snap, crunch, snap. Susan strained her eyes scanning 
the woods behind her. As if out of a dream he was 
there. Master. She yelped and ran to him. He put his 
hand out indicating stop and pointed to the ground. 
Susan immediately fell to the ground and crawled the 
rest of the way, ignoring the scrapes to her knees and 
legs. She found his feet and covered them with kisses. 
Gerard reached down and put a collar around her neck, 
attaching a leash. A slight tug and Susan stood and 
followed as her master led her into the woods. 

He had not said a word to her, but it didn't concern 
her. Whatever he did was the right thing. She was a 
little uneasy as she sensed he was displeased with 
her, but she could not think of why. It didn't matter 
of course. It was unthinkable to her to question 
anything he did.

After walking for 15 minutes they found the jeep and 
the agent waiting. Susan was shown the back seat and 
directed to sit on the floor of the jeep, not the 
seat. She was relaxed and happy for the first time 
since she had been taken away. Relief flooded her and 
happy tears slid from her eyes, running down her face. 
They felt so good she did not try to wipe them away.

Gerard had realized after talking to Susan that her 
father knew where the compound was. They would try to 
get her back and perhaps storm the place to get the 
other slaves as well. There was a contingency plan in 
the fraternity for such an eventuality. But it was 
inconvenient and expensive. The other alternative was 
to eliminate the people in the house where Susan had 
been held. When he set out to get Susan he sent 
another team to the house. 

The air conditioning system was compromised with a 
lethal gas. The team went in an hour later and checked 
to make sure there were no survivors.

RETURN

The jeep emerged from the woods and drove directly 
into an underground garage, an automatic overhead door 
sliding closed behind them, seamlessly fitting into 
the concrete wall. A muscular man dressed all in black 
approached the jeep and spoke quietly to Gerard. He 
smiled with quiet satisfaction at the news that the 
"clean up" had been accomplished effortlessly. He 
jumped out of the jeep and almost as an afterthought 
reached back and grasped the end of the leash attached 
to Susan's neck and pulled her out of the jeep over 
the side. She followed docilely, still swimming in a 
joyous stupor.

When they entered the hallway off the garage Gerard 
casually tossed the leash to a waiting servant and 
walked the other way without a word. Susan's face and 
mood fell as she watched her Master retreat quickly 
away from her. A sudden tug at her neck captured her 
attention as the attendant led her down the grey 
concrete corridor.

They stopped in front of a steel door, and her keeper 
inserted a key and opened the portal. There was only 
blackness inside and Susan could not distinguish any 
features beyond the opening. The attendant detached 
the leash and roughly pushed her into the room and 
pulled the door shut with a loud clang. Her mind raced 
back to her first days as a slave - trapped in the 
dark and utterly alone, confused and frightened.

As she had done at the beginning of her captivity, 
Susan crawled around the room to ascertain its 
features. She determined it was about 10 foot square, 
with a concrete floor and some kind of synthetic walls 
made of a material she could not identify. And save 
for herself, it was completely empty with only the 
door to interrupt the smooth, cold surfaces. She 
huddled in the corner and cried, hugging herself and 
rocking. Why was this happening" She thought she had 
done the right thing and her Master would be proud of 
her...

But in the back of her mind, her brilliant mind, a 
thought persisted that she had tried to push away. 
Three weeks. Why did she wait three weeks. She had the 
number and very soon after her father had retrieved 
her she had had the opportunity to call her Master. 
Yet she had waited. She knew she had begun to be 
seduced by her old life, ever so slightly. She liked 
the freedom to do as she pleased: sit here, stand 
there, eat this, and not eat that - all her decisions 
and no one else's. 

But very quickly she became afraid and panicky and all 
she wanted was to see her Master and be with him and 
do his bidding. She hated the ambivalence. Terrifying 
thoughts rose unbidden in her mind and images of a 
deeply disappointed Master who would no longer want 
her because of her disloyalty. As these thoughts 
pulled her this way and that, she would resort to 
thinking of nothing, a skill she had developed as a 
slave to cope with often endless hours of boredom. So 
she had waited.

Susan awoke in the dark to the sound of the door 
opening. She sat frozen in the corner. Suddenly 
something was being thrown forcefully into the room 
with small pieces of unknown composition pelting her 
and hitting the walls and floor. This was followed 
quickly by a spray of water caused by the flinging of 
the contents of a pitcher. All of this took about 20 
seconds to transpire and then the door was again shut 
with a dreadful bang, locking her inside the room and 
inside her miserable thoughts. 

She realized that it had been food of some kind that 
had been thrown into the room. She knew from her 
training that she must eat the food and drink the 
water, not leaving any behind. She began to crawl 
around the room searching for every piece, every crumb 
and licking up the water. 

She stopped scrambling around and began systematically 
licking every inch of the floor to make sure she left 
nothing behind. She knew she was probably being 
observed and she wanted her Master to be proud of her. 
This ritual was repeated four more times over an 
indeterminate period of hours, or days, she wasn't 
sure; perhaps a day or two. To Susan it was an 
eternity. For all she knew, this was her lot for the 
rest of her life, a thought that terrified her.

She was dreaming she was in a cave. There was a light 
in the distance and she began to walk toward it. 
Someone was there". "Get up!" a stern voice commanded. 
Susan jerked awake to find that the door to her prison 
was open, light spilling in from the hallway. One of 
the robed women was standing over her. 

Susan stood up and the woman fastened a leash to the 
collar around Susan's neck and led her out into the 
hall. She was flooded with relief, and then as quickly 
wary of what lay ahead for her. She was taken to a 
bathhouse and washed, shampooed, shaved and cleaned 
out (enema). This was encouraging! This meant she 
would be servicing a man. Who else but her Master" 
They continued down corridors and up stairways. Susan 
knew there were many, many areas of the compound she 
had never seen. She was not really sure of the scope 
of the buildings and grounds. 

As they progressed Susan noticed that the walls, 
floors and trimmings of the hallways, staircases and 
rooms became more luxurious as they went along. 
Finally they stopped in front of an ornate, heavy 
wooden door decorated with gold accents. The attendant 
who had led her pulled on a rope to the side of the 
door. A voice emerged from a hidden speaker, "Yes?" It 
was her Master's voice, she was sure of it. "I have 
brought bitch 31 as ordered, Sir." 

"Step inside, leave the bitch and go," the voice said 
flatly. The woman did as ordered and Susan found 
herself standing alone in a spectacularly appointed 
room, richly decorated and furnished. With no orders 
to follow, she sank to the floor and assumed the rest 
position and waited.

Like a god, as if out of a dream, her Master emerged 
through a door on the far side of the cavernous room. 
Her heart beat wildly, but she maintained her position 
and kept her eyes riveted on her Master's face. He 
wore a completely neutral expression as he walked 
purposefully toward her. In a few moments he was 
standing directly over her, clinically appraising her. 
He made a barely perceptible gesture, turned and began 
walking toward the door through which he had just 
appeared. Susan knew the gesture and crawled after 
him.

They entered an equally opulent bedroom. Her Master 
stopped briefly next to the bed and removed the robe 
and lounging pants he had been wearing. He pulled back 
the luxurious bedding and climbed in, moving toward 
the center. With linens still pulled back he looked 
directly at Susan. She knew he wanted her there next 
to him. She was beyond any joy she had ever known. But 
she knew her Master disliked excessive displays of 
emotion unless she expressed them in the manner of a 
dog. 

She bounded eagerly to the bed and up into it, right 
to Gerard and nuzzled his arm, whining and wagging her 
ass. He pulled her next to him, pulling the blankets 
over both of them, almost over Susan's face as she 
nestled in his arms. He wrapped both arms around her 
tightly, pulling her close, her head in the nape of 
his neck, his mouth just over her left ear.

"Three weeks, precious."

Susan whined and squirmed happily in response, 
thrilled that he had actually missed her! Gerard 
wrapped his arms around her even more tightly, making 
it difficult for her to breathe and causing her bones 
to compress painfully. His mouth was directly over her 
ear, so close she could feel his breath tickling the 
hairs on her earlobes.

"Were you restrained?" he asked quietly.

Suddenly not so sure of her situation Susan shook her 
head no, as much as she was able given the hold he had 
on her.

"Was your life threatened?" he asked, his voice a 
little louder and deeper.

No, she indicated. 

"Three weeks. I could see three days, five days. You 
are very smart. If you had wanted to leave you could 
have easily convinced them that you were grateful for 
your "rescue" causing them to lower their guard long 
enough for you to make that call. But you chose to 
wait. Since you may not speak, I will never know your 
precise thoughts during your time away. But it doesn't 
really matter; all that matters is your actions."

His vice-like grip compressed her to the point of 
causing her to sob and tears to stream down her face 
from the pain. He pulled her up by her hair into a 
sitting position. He looked intently at her for a few 
seconds then slapped her sharply across the face, then 
again the other way. Again and again hit her, a calm 
resolute look on his face, staring into her eyes. She 
cried out with each blow but never letting her gaze 
stray from her Master's face. 

"You are a faithless and disloyal slave and thus 
worthless to me. I may yet devise a way for you to 
redeem yourself and resume your place in my service. 
Most likely you will be sold, perhaps to a Bangkok 
brothel or maybe to an animal sex freak show. Neither 
will fetch a big price for me, but will give me a 
great deal of satisfaction."

Susan was overwhelmed with grief, pain, fear, and 
above all self-loathing. She had let her former self 
go with unbelievable pain and anguish and had 
completely embraced her life as Gerard's absolute 
slave with no reservations; or so she thought. She had 
waited. She had had many opportunities to make that 
call, be she had hesitated over and over. Filled with 
regret Susan resigned herself to one of any number of 
terrible fates.

Gerard pushed her out of his bed sending her tumbling 
to the floor. He pressed an intercom on the side 
table. "Come retrieve this slave and return the bitch 
to her cell." The attendant appeared immediately and 
conducted Susan away and back to her lightless, 
hopeless prison.

Gerard had no intention of selling Susan. He smiled to 
himself knowing the anguish he was putting her 
through. He had actually been quite astonished that 
she had chosen to return to him. But she would have to 
be put through fire and hell before he would restore 
her to her former position at his feet. 

REDEMPTION

Susan was once again retrieved the next day and 
brought to Gerard. He was eating breakfast in a 
beautifully appointed sunroom. He had instructed his 
servant to position her in front of him standing on a 
narrow piece of wood so her feet hung off in front and 
behind, with her arms extended straight out and her 
breasts fitted heavy nipple clamps with weights 
hanging from them. Susan accepted these tortures 
passively knowing she deserved this and more.

The pain was terrible and she cried and groaned in 
agony as the discomfort increased as her arms began to 
throb in pain as she continued to hold them out. Her 
Master looked up occasionally from his meal and looked 
at her, his face impassive. 

"I will give you a chance to restore yourself at my 
feet. At any time you can indicate that you cannot 
continue and the ordeal will end and you will be 
sold." Gerard washed his hands in a bowl of scented 
water held by a servant and dried his hands with a 
proffered towel. 

"In one hour you will be taken to the grand salon. You 
will be suspended from the ceiling on your toes. Two 
servants will proceed to whip you from neck to knees, 
front and back for 10 straight minutes." Susan 
shuddered and pictured herself in the situation her 
Master had just described. She had witnessed many such 
whippings. Ten minutes was the equivalent of 100 
strokes of whip or cane! She had at most seen slaves 
receive 40 strokes.

"You will be taken down and conducted to the south 
alcove where you will serve as toilet slave for the 
next four hours. You will be returned to the salon and 
hung upside down and again whipped neck to knees, 
front and back for 10 straight minutes," Gerard paused 
and looked at her intently. "Assume the rest 
position." Fresh tears flowed from her eyes as she 
lowered her aching arms. Relief filled her as she took 
her weight off her abused feet. He called to a servant 
to remove the nipple clamps. He didn't want those 
magnificent tits permanently damaged. Susan screamed 
as the blood rushed back into her tortured breasts. 

Gerard continued. "You will be returned to your cell 
and remain isolated for 72 hours. You will receive 
plain rations and piss to drink. You will then again 
be brought to the salon and the punishment repeated. 
This pattern will be repeated for three weeks. 

Every third day you will endure the whippings, the 
toilet service and the miserable rations. At any point 
you may extend both hands out indicating you want the 
chastisement to stop. It will be stopped at the point 
and your sale arranged." Susan's breathing had become 
fast and shallow. How could she do it" She would have 
the power to call a halt to the torture... please 
don't give me the option! She might weaken and 
consider being sold preferable to further unbearable 
pain. No! No! No! Gerard signaled a servant to bring 
food and water to Susan.

Gerard had not desire to sell 31. He would secretly 
make it easier for her to endure by giving her subtle 
drugs and painkillers. But he must make it known that 
he would not tolerate such treason without severe 
penalty, but that he was also merciful and could 
forgive. He believed that this experience would bring 
Susan to the deepest possible level of utter 
submissiveness and he was eager to see what that 
looked like - he had never taken a slave this far.

He sat quietly looking at his pet. She looked back 
resignedly, wordlessly trying to communicate her 
agonizing sorrow at having betrayed him, her eyes 
begging for forgiveness and mercy. The minutes passed 
slowly and then it was time. Gerard rose and walked 
past Susan and nodded to an attendant who came over 
and leashed Susan and led her, walking behind Gerard, 
to the great salon.

The whistling of the whips and the screams and cries 
of their target formed a kind of macabre music. Six 
minutes, seven minutes". The torturers were expert in 
their craft and had been directed to inflict maximum 
pain without breaking the skin or drawing blood. 
Suddenly there was silence save for the trailing moans 
and sobbing of the penitent slave. Susan was taken 
down and led to the alcove and directed to sit on the 
plastic tarp. She fell rather than sat, crumbling to 
the floor, her flesh singing with heretofore unknown 
levels of pain. 

She was tugged up and directed to sit back on her 
thighs with her head up. The attendant who had brought 
her to the spot unzipped his pants and pointed his 
soft dick at her mouth. She knew what to do. She 
opened her mouth to receive the stream of piss, her 
flesh radiating pain and heat. She actually welcomed 
the warm smoky liquid as she was terribly thirsty. 
This was the only form of liquid she would taste for 
three weeks.

Day one, day three, day six, day nine, day twelve, day 
fifteen, day eighteen. On the 21st day Susan was 
brought to the great salon and sat at her Master's 
feet. She wasn't sure if this was her last day of 
punishment or if the last one had been it. Sara was 
also there. They had not been allowed to be together 
during the previous weeks, though Sara had been 
present to witness the punishment. Susan fixed her 
eyes rigidly on her Master's face. Gerard held his 
hand out to her. She fervently kissed his hand over 
and over, crying openly. 

Gerard called a servant and instructed her to prepare 
Susan for re-entry to his service. She was given a 
thorough medical examination and given IV fluids and 
soothing medications. She was massaged, washed, 
shampooed, cleaned out and given a sedative. She was 
installed in a soft, clean bed and swaddled in 
luxurious linens and left to sleep as long as she 
needed. She was thus pampered for three days, most of 
the time sedated or high.

On the fourth day Susan woke up in the bed next to 
Sara who watched her anxiously. The two girls embraced 
each other frantically, covering the other's face with 
kisses, rocking and hugging. As their excitement died 
down they looked into each other's eyes and began to 
kiss softly and deeply, caressing each other, kneeling 
face to face, pressing their bodies closer and closer 
together. Sara bent over and lightly licked Susan's 
breast and captured a nipple between her lips, 
flicking it inside her mouth with her tongue. 

Susan gasped at the pleasurable feeling, so 
contrasting to the pain and suffering she had recently 
endured. The two fell to the mattress and eagerly 
explored each other. Susan pressed Sara down, wanting 
her to relax and be lovingly served by Susan's hands 
and mouth. Susan placed butterfly kisses all over 
Sara's face, then licked and kissed her neck, sucked 
on her earlobes while caressing her breasts. They 
kissed deeply and slowly, Susan lying on top of Sara 
and encircling her head with her arms. 

The two squirmed their bodies together, the sexual 
sensations flooding them both. Susan began to move 
down Sara's body licking and kissing as she went, 
softly sucking on her companions flesh, laying down 
playful hickeys everywhere. She licked a trail across 
her belly and blew a soft breath over the dark patch 
between her legs. She watched the goose bumps erupt 
all over Sara's body. Susan gently pushed her legs 
apart just a little bit, teasing her with her tongue 
on her thighs, moving up higher and higher.

Gerard and several other members watched entranced at 
the two beautiful slave girls, in addition to 
countless internet observers. At that point Gerard 
rose and went to the girls" room. Whenever he was with 
them all the cameras were turned off. When he walked 
in the two ceased their lovemaking and erupted in wild 
enthusiastic yapping, leaping and howling. They 
crawled rapidly over to Gerard wagging their asses 
wildly, jumping on him, kissing his hands and feet. 

He motioned them over to the mattress and turned them 
with their asses facing him and very close together. 
He opened his pants and released his huge throbbing 
erection and plunged first into Susan, pumping her 
vigorously, encouraging the girls to kiss as he did 
so. He pulled out of Susan and entered Sara. Back and 
forth he went. He switched to their assholes and 
fucked them both alternating back and forth. 

He would stop periodically and have one or the other 
turn and suck his cock, then kiss each other. After a 
time he felt his climax coming and had both girls turn 
and face him and sprayed both of their faces, their 
mouths open to catch his precious fluid.

***

A week passed with Gerard devising new and fascinating 
ways to use his devoted pets. He had a peculiar desire 
to watch them slavishly service the oldest or ugliest 
or most unsavory men in the membership or among the 
invited guests. This was especially popular with the 
internet audience. 

He played a game with them to entertain his 
associates. He would sit on the edge of a chair with 
his hard cock exposed. A colleague would hold the end 
of a leash attached to a choke collar around Susan or 
Sara's neck (he gave them both a turn). The girl would 
be placed some distance away and was expected to crawl 
to him with her tongue outstretched with the goal of 
placing at least one good lick on the head of his 
cock. As the girl strained forward, the handler would 
hold fast forcing the girl to nearly strangle herself 
to reach the prize. 

The girl who reached him quickest (they were timed) 
won a prize - usually licking a delicious drug-laden 
chocolate treat melted off of the asshole of one of 
the spectators, or Gerard himself. Many such games and 
contests he invented to slake the bottomless thirst of 
their fans, and himself.

One day Gerard brought the girls a surprise. He gave 
them each one of his prize young German shepherds as a 
pet. They were instructed to be deferential to the 
male dogs as they were of higher rank than the slaves. 
The girls obediently tended their doggie brothers, not 
knowing the future relationship that was planned for 
them.

THE END (maybe)

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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