A new purchase

[BadForm]

Nobody would believe slavery still exists... well, that's not quiet true. There's been a lot of exposure about the trade in Africa etc, and we've heard of the sweat shops described as "slave" labor, but that is happening to "those people" so most people over here ignore it. What I mean is, very few would believe slavery exists here, but it does. Thousands of people go missing every year, and a lot of them end up here - in the secret slave auctions, being bought by the wealthy for any number of reasons.

The wealthy. Such as me.

As the lights and music fill the auditoreum, pulsing like a discotech, the auctioneer and his guards lead the latest batch of slaves forward. Men and women - I like this place, it doesn't do children, that would be sick - seem more than a little reluctant to step forward across the catwalk, but the guns pointing in their direction are persuasive enough. All are dressed, at least to some extent. Some have a stereotypical handsomeness or beauty that the auctioneer has chosen to show off in nothing but erotic underwear. Others look stocky, powerful, and are dressed as ancient slave laborers. Still others have not had the indignation driven out of them and are dressed in expensive-looking but cheap-costing costume jewelry to make it appear they are wealthy themselves. Hell, some of them may be - though I don't recognize any of them.

Then the slaves are led back to the rear of the stage and forced to stand still. One slave is unlocked, and led forwards as the auctioneer begins to introduce her as the first lot. At once I know this is the slave I intend to buy tonight.

 

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She was beautiful, yet also regal-looking. It seemed to have given the auction house a difficult choice in deciding what to make her wear. In the end they had tried, perhaps unsuccessfully I mused, to combine the two ideas. She wore an old-fashioned lace up bodice whose laces were not fastened sufficiently to cover her cleavage, a silk skir slashed all the way up to her hip at the left side, stilleto heels in black, a mock-diamond tiara and a collar that was was a cross between an expensive choker and a bdsm slave collar.

From the way she stood and walked it seemed she was more angry at her treatment than afraid. That, in time, would change. It was going to be fun training her, turning her into the kind of sex-toy she could never have imagined before. I doubted anyone looking that good was a virgin, but she was certainly a virgin to the kind of debasements she would face both from me and my other slaves.

I smiled as the auctioneer opened the bidding and made my first offer. "$1"

A shock ran through the woman's face. Not only was she being sold, but she was being sold for the price of a bag of potato chips. The auctioneer nodded imperceptibly, understanding I was playing a game. I had been one of his best customers and had done this before - if he made sure no other bids were heard he knew my actual payment would be about a million times that amount. Most of the other customers knew it too and would remain quiet. A couple of newcomers made sounds as though to bid but were nudged into silence.

"We have a bid of $1, do I hear any increase in the bidding?"

"No," an old friend called out, obviously enjoying the spectacle of the woman's first degredation, "She's not worth that even!"

I watched for her reaction.

 

[lynn_bb]

OOC

Lynn is 24 and a bride of 4 months. A product of wealth, her family is rich and she acts the part. Tall and athletic, she is 5'10" and weighs 135 pounds. Straight and sexually experienced in only tradional ways, she had her first lover at 18 when a senior in high school. A graduate of UNC, she married a lawyer and was living a storybook life when she was kidnapped from a mall parking lot by three men.

IC

A shudder ran through my body as I was led and pushed onto the small stage. I couldn't see because of the spotlights on me as I heard a buzz through the crowd. Suddenly it dawned on me that I was being sold and I saw red. "Let me go you bastards" I screamed. "My father will tear you to pieces when he finds out abo--" The pressure on the choker around my neck cut my trirade off in mid sentence. A tear welled up in the corner of my eye as the terrible realization that I was not in control hit me.

It was quiet for a few seconds, then I heard my background discribed by the man holding my choker. There was a pause and then I heard in a loud clear voice, "I bid one dollar"

I was both terrified and growing increasedly angered as the gavel came down and someone said "Sold for one dollar." My shock at being sold was overshadowed by my prideful anger at bringing only one dollar.

I pulled at the choker chain and caught my handler off guard. He stumbled and I was momentarily free. I started toward a door when several men grabbed me and held me as I struggled. Someone backhanded me across my face, snapping my head around. Helpless to resist, tears welled up again in my eyes as I awaited my fate.

 

[BadForm]

Dr. Long

My new slave had tried to run. The guards had stopped her easily enough. She was rebellious, but not suicidal. As I approached her I saw she was weeping, but struggling to control herself. All of that would disappear in time, and some of it relatively quickly.

I reached forward and grabbed her chin, turning her face this way and that as I studied her.

"Not bad features," I said letting go of her jaw so that I could begin kneading her body as though checking it for faults. She wanted to struggle, but a rifle placed against the base of her skull stopped her. I waved it away and returned to what I was doing, certain that the message had been delivered. "Reasonable stature... Yes, you might be raw material but there's a chance you could be turned into something worthwhile."

Something. I hoped she caught that. Something, not someone.

"I'm going to take you out to the car now and take you home."

A light of hope flickered in her eye.

"You probably think once you're outside you can scream for the police right? Think again..."

Her hands were suddenly pulled down behind her and a pair of handcuffs were fastened securely round her wrists.

"Thank you Bill," I said as the police commissoner stepped into her vision. I wondered if she'd recognize him. I thought briefly I saw his eyebrows raise in recognition, and the smile that crossed his lips seemed a little different, more excited, than his normal one. "You could shout for them, of course, but it won't do you any good. They know about us."

"What are you going to use this one for, Dr. Long? Give she's so feisty maybe you should put her in the arena..."

I laughed. "Funny, Bill, but you saw how easily she was subdued. She'd die in her first fight. No, I think I'll let her find the position that works best."

With that I led her outside to the stretch limosine I had arrived in and ordered her inside. She complied, albeit reluctantly. I then told her that we had a long drive and she should get comfortable. When she tried to sit down I pushed her to the floor.

"Slaves kneel. I don't want you to get my leather dirty."

 

[lynn_bb]

Weeping, I resigned myself to being sold and stood there silently as a man took my chin in his hand and moved my face side to side as if I were a painting that he had bought. My face flushed red with anger, but I held still because of the men still holding my arms.

It wasn't until his hands went to my body that I tried to wrench away from his hands. The men holding me tightened their grip and a rifle was placed against my head. Almost in a panic I shut my eyes tight and forced my body to stand still as his hands touched me. I inhaled sharply when he cupped my left breast and ran his thumb over my nipple.

I heard him say that I might be made into something and even more anger flared in my face as I felt my arms forced behind my back and handcuffed together. I heard a blur of voices, not really hearing anything specific until another face appeared in front of me and my mouth dropped open in shock. The police commissioner, my father's golfing buddy was the one that put on the handcuffs. With a broad grin he pawed at my breasts as I tried to turn away. By this time my face was crimson and I barely held myself erect as he felt me up and then helped my buyer take to to a long limo.

At the car I was order to get in and I refused. The man and the police commissioner forced me into the car and the man got in behind me. He told me that I should get comfortable because of the long drive, but when I sat down he pushed me to the floor and said slaves kneel and that he didn't want his damn leather dirty.

I lost it. In spite of the fact that I was handcuffed I screamed at him, "YOU BASTARD!" and flung my bound body at him. I tried to bite him and kick with my legs as I screamed for help.

 

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Dr. Long

My driver turned in his seat and asked if I needed any help as my slave rebelled.

"No, Sebastian," I said. "Just drive us home. I have things fully in hand."

My words were a little strained as I struggled with the writhing woman, but this was necessary. It was always necessary to show any beast that resistance was futile in order to break it in, and a human animal was no different. I fought back against her, taking the opportunity to rip her clothes slightly as I did so; not enough to cause them to fall or truly expose her but certainly enough that, once calm, she would be aware that even the clothes she had been given were rags to her now.

In truth, its virtually impossible to fight a larger, able-bodied, unrestrained person when you are handcuffed, and much of the struggle was merely play-acting for her benefit. When I felt she had had enough and I was beginning to grow tired of her screaming I grabbed her hair and yanked backwards, forcing her off me. She screamed as she felt her scalp begin to tear and was forced downwards and back. Only when she ceased struggling did I let go. By then, some of her hair came with my hand.

"Very well slave, if you feel like kneeling upright is too much for you," I said, "You may grovel at my feet for the whole journey. Of course, you could try to fight again, but then I really may have to consider whether a $1 slave is worth keeping alive."

 

[lynn_bb]

Desperately I tried to hurt the man that towered over my bound body. I looked at him, hatred on my face as the driver asked if he needed any help with me. With an arrogant voice and a slight smirk on his face, he told the driver that he could handle me.

I continued to struggle, but with my hands cuffed I had no chance. His hands keep me away from his body and tore some of the cheap, slutty clothes my kidnapper had dressed me in.

I continued to scream; at him, for help, to relieve my pentup tensions and fears. Finally I guess he had enough because he grabbed me by my hair and jerked my headback. My screams turn into screams of pain as he ripped several hairs out of my head and told me in a menacing voice to be quiet. Shaken and scared I collapsed on the floor softly sobbing as the limo pulled into traffic.

 

[BadForm]

Dr. Long

I nodded as I saw her begin to sob. It was one step closer to acceptance - albeit only acceptance of a currently inescapable situation. She'd rebel again when she saw my estates and the many other slaves I kept there. For now, however, it was time to take her closer.

I leaned forward and began to stroke the back of her head, caressing her hair in gentleness. "There, there," I whispered. "I know it takes a lot of getting used to. Don't worry, I can be a very gentle person. I have never hurt someone without a reason."

It was true. Admittedly, sometimes the reason had been that I felt like it, but that was still a reason.

"And I can be the same with you. It's ok to cry, we have time for you to begin to relax before we reach my home."

I sat back and gazed distractedly through the tinted windows as the limo sped along the highway. We still had well over a hundred miles to go before we got home. I spent a while thinking about my responsibilities running the estate and ignored my new slave. Then, about a half hour further down the road I turned back to her and took the key to her cuffs from my pocket. With a barely whispered warning about what might happen if she fought me again I freed her wrists so she could take a more comfortable position on the floor.

"Tell me about yourself," I said softly. "Who were you? Did you have a name?"

The auctioneers only ever gave the basics and even they were frequently unreliable propoganda used simply to build up prices. But that wasn't so much why I asked; it was the past tense phrasing of the question and the testing of obeisence that was important, not the information. After all, whoever she had been she no longer was.

 

[lynn_bb]

lynn

My body jumped when I felt his hand touch my hair. I wasn't prepared for him to be gentle as he stroked my hair and face, whispering in a soothing voice that it OK to cry. I tried to settle down as he continued to gently stroke my hair. The car continued on for maybe 15 minutes. At one point he mentioned his home and I wondered where it was. After several more minutes of silence he asked me to tell him about myself. He reached down and took the cuffs off my wrists and whispered what would happen if I fought him.

I started to tell him about my life. How I was 24 and just married within the last 4 months, that my husband was a lawyer. I told hiom about my college and the fact that I graduated from UNC. I covered my family in detail, how my father was a banker and very weathly.

I thought I would take a chance so I said, "Please, my father would pay anything to get me back. More money than you have ever seen." I hesitated a minute and played what I hoped was my trump card. "If you want me I won't fight you. Please let me go, I--I won't press charges, please" I begged

 

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Dr. Long

Her pleading was mildly humorous. She was a semi-wealthy little brat who thought her father could buy just about anything he wanted. She had no idea. There were rich people in the USA, several of them were good friends. Then there were those of us who were... well... rich seemed poor to us.

"Your father would pay more money than I have ever seen for you?" I asked. "Do you know how much that is? No, I didn't think so. Very well, if believe you can honestly tell me that your father can pay me one billion dollars for you..."

I heard her slight gasp.

"...which is a little under half of my personal fortune, not counting my business interests and overseas real estate, then I will let you go."

She couldn't honestly tell me that about her father. She knew she couldn't and I knew that if she did it was a lie.

"As to not fighting me, well that would be a good idea. I don't like to damage my property unduly. I'd much rather have the chance to treat you nicely... providing, of course, you can adjust to your new position."

It took me a while to consider why I was troubled by what she'd said and then I realized, she had still not told me her name.

"I asked you what you used to be called, and that you failed to answer. I should tell you that disobedience from a slave encourages harsh punishment. I realize that I did not tell you that before, and so I will make the punishment light this time as a warning. Don't worry about that for now, however, relax at my feet and enjoy the rest of the ride. But first, answer my question and tell me... since you have been married for four months, how experienced are you in the arts of a woman?"

 

[lynn_bb]

I sank back on the floor as the man took away any hope that he would let me go. If what he says is true, then money will not sway him and that only left my body as my hope for freedom. As he went on he informed me that I had not told him my former name. "Bullshit on these word games", I thought and told him my name is Lynn.

When he said something about light punishment I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My mind pondered the idea of being punished and I decided that if the bastard touches me, I"ll kill him if I can.

When he asked me about my sexual experience or the arts of a woman as he so quaintly put it I had a flash of hope that maybe he would take me and let me go. I decided to entce him a bit and told him that I was very skilled and that I often wore my husband out. I even made up an outragious story about a frat party I went to in college and how I ended up with two men making love to me. I went so far as to put my hand on his calf while I talked. When I looked up at him his face was a blank as he stared out the window, I couldn't read him at all so I inched my hand up to just below his knee. "Come one you bastard" I thought. "Let's get this overwith so I can get out of here."

Slowly he looked down at me and I shuddered as his face reminded me of my almost hopeless situation.

 

[BadForm]

Dr. Long

Double penetration? It was possible: certainly she was experienced enough to have heard of the concept of two men having sex with a woman at once, but her pauses were in all the wrong places for it to be a believable story. She was trying to make me aroused, make me want her. She thought if I took her then I would let her go. Was she really that stupid? No, just that desperate. It was time to play along for a moment.

"Come here," I said, beckoning to her. When she started to rise I raised me hands. "On your hands and knees."

She did, nervously I felt, but with little delay in compliance. It spoke more for her eagerness to escape than her eagerness to please.

"If you are that experienced then pleasing a man orally should be a simple task. Go ahead."

I waited for her to reach for my zipper, watching her carefully. Then I turned to the driver and ignored what she was doing, though my cock responded to her easily enough as it twitched its way towards its ten inch length.

"Sebastian, how long should it take to reach the estate?"

"About twenty five minutes, sir," my driver replied.

"Very well then, call ahead and ask Peter to bring the carriage down to the gate will you? I think an evening ride up to the house will be a nice introduction for my new slave."

"Very good, sir."

I rested my hand gently on my slave's head, massaging her scalp with what may have felt like loving care had she not been here unwillingly.

"Slave, it will take twenty five minutes for us to reach the estate. If you are as experienced as you say that should be ample time to relieve me with your mouth. If not... well, I do not like my slaves to lie as you can imagine."

I had to admit, she was better than I expected - not good by the standards of the half dozen slaves I generally used for sexual pleasure, but better than the inexperienced princess I took her for. Perhaps it was only her fear that made her so. It wouldn't be enough however. I had disciplined my own sexual responses even more than that of my best slave. I could withhold orgasm indefinitely.

 

[lynn_bb]

The faint hope of seducing him was still alive as he tpld me to come to him. I started to rise, but he pushed me down on my hands and knees and forced me to crawl to him. "Another reason to kill your ass" I thought as I crawled near his leg.

In spite of all my bravado, I visably shuddered when he told me what he wanted. I almost paniced, but fought down the fear and lothing of this man as I reached for the zipper of his pants.

I could feel the erection as I pulled the zipper down and unbuttoned the top of the pants. I gulped as I reached inside of his underwear and felt his hardness. He was truly huge, several inches longer than my husband and thicker. I wondered if I could take all of him as he shifted his weight and the cock came into view.

Slowly I stroked him with my hand as I watched it grow even harder. I continued for a few minutes until he put his hand behind my head and pushed my face against the waiting erection. It was obvious what he wanted and I toyed with the idea of biting him and taking my chances with an escape. I decided to go along because I had no idea where we were and the driver would have to be dealt with also.

With a sigh of resignation I closed my eyes and opened my lips. Just when I felt the tip on my tongue he flexed his hips and suddenly he filled my mouth. He grabbed my hair and settled into a gentle fucking motion in and out of me. I couldn't help myself as the finality of it hit me and a soft sob escaped from my body. He continued for several minutes until he stopped with half of his cock on my tongue. I just sort of sat there until he grasped my hair and told me to continue. I wasn't sure what he wanted so I sucked on the tip and swirled my tongue along the underside of the shaft. He released his grip and talked to the driver as I worked on him.

Perversely, the fact that he was talking to his driver while I went down on him pissed me off and I bit down on the cock, not hard enough to break the skin, but I heard him groan. "Careful" was all he said, but the tone of his voice scared me.

I continued to suck him as the minutes drug by. I was becoming concerned as I tried ever thing I knew to get him off, but nothing seemed to get him any closer.

My jaws were hurting as the car slowed to a stop. "It seems you aren't quite what you make yourself out ot be", he said as he tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up. "You lied and that's not good"

"Please. please", I whispered. Tears came to my eyes as I continued, "I tried, I really did, please" Truly frightened I begged him to let me go as the car door opened.

 

[BadForm]

Dr. Long

"I know you tried, but that is not why you must be punished. You lied to me, and slaves must not lie to their owners. I suggest you learn this quickly if you want to live. Slaves who refuse to learn end up fighting to death in the arena."

I heard a gasp, probably of disbelief. If slavery was unheard of in the modern world, gladiatorial combat seemed ridiculous. The truth was, we wealthy had always had our blood sports... this was a natural extension and a reliving of past glories. We just kept it quiet that was all.

I led her from the car and out into the yard where she saw the carriage. What had gone before had made her afraid and disgusted I knew, but this would probably be worse. The carriage was an elegantly built trap made for two passengers and a driver. Peter, the driver, sat in his seat with a bullwhip held casually in his hand. The two horses pulling it though where no equine thoroughbreds but rather two tall and muscular women. One was relatively light skinned, the other a little darker. Beyond skin color though there was a resemblance in features, as if they were half sisters. Both were naked except for the leather harness that fastened them to the carriage, the metal bits and reigns that allowed them to be controlled, and of course the gently flicking tails secured into their asses by thick plugs.

I led my new slave forward and reached to caress the darker skinned horse's cheek. She whinnied and stomped her right foot in a show of excitement and pleasure. I wasn't sure what the sound I heard from my new slave was, but I don't think she'd expected the horses to be so into their roles as animals that they would act like it. It was a good demonstration of what 10 years here could do to a person. They knew they were human, of course, they just knew better than to ever show it.

"Easy girl," I said and gave her a playful slap before turning back to my slave. "Meet Brandy and Whisky, the two finest horses in my stable. Now, I will say, Brandy has injured her forelock a little recently. If you want to ease your punishment back at the house, you can take her place and help Whisky pull the carriage..."

Brandy gave an indignant snort and shook her head. Her mane of black hair flew wildly in the breeze. Peter jerked on her bit savagely to control her and I shot her a warning glance that silenced her.

 

[lynn_bb]

Nothing I could have imagined would have prepared me for what I saw as I exited the limo. In my wildest nightmares I never envisioned a carriage pulled by two naked women. I stopped short and begain to scream hyterically hoping that I would wake up and be back with my husband.

I started to back away from the carriage when I ran into the driver who wrapped his arms around me. The owner stepped in front of me, slapped my face to quiet me and told me that I must be punished for lying to him. He continued on about women fighting in the arena. Almost in shock, I couldn't believe what I was he saying.

After he finished, he turned to one of the women and stroked her cheek. I gasped and struggled against the driver's hold as the women whinnied and stomped her foot as if--as if she was a horse. He turned back to me as said I could ease my punishment if I took one of the women's place and helped pull the carriage back to the house.

I lose all sense of reason! My biggest fear up to this point was being raped and sexually tortured, being made to orgasm over and over until I was broken, but now, faced with a bizarre world of slaves and arenas I didn't have, at this point, the courage to fight back. All I could do is shake my head and sob no, no, no as the driver picked me up and carried me toward the coach.

 

[BadForm]

As soon as I was in the carriage, Peter cried out an encouragement for the horses to begin to run and lashed his whip hard across Brandy's back. She turned what was initially a human scream into a neigh and she and her half-sister began to run. That level of violence was, I expected, something else new to my new slave. Certainly her reaction was that it was unexpected.

The ride back to the house was a good half mile long through the surrounding woodlands and orchards. I held my slave gently as we travelled, coaxing her with soft words to still herself. Between the renewed gentleness and her own exhaustion she ceased screaming in time and fell silent. After that I pointed out some of the elegance of the gardens and described some of the areas that slaves worked. The orchards, in the woodlands, as gardners, further on, far beyond the mansion, as farmers on the small farmlands that I kept for the manion alone. Then there were the house slaves: pleasure slaves, maids, cooks, houseworkers. In total about 53 slaves. I reminded her that she would choose her first position after touring the grounds tomorrow. She didn't respond.

When we arrived I picked my slave up in my arms and carried her into the house. From there I led her along the halls to the dining room where I knew a meal would have been laid out for me. I was right. The cooks had prepared a simply three course meal of salad, venison and creme brulee to follow. I let my slave down to her feet by the table and beckoned her to sit. Then I took my chair and waited for the slaves to serve us.

Two men, naked, stepped from the kitchen and walked over to where we sat. One stood by me and the other by my new slave. Lifting the salad bowl and silver tongs they waited for a command to proceed. I nodded to mine and let him fill a plate before raising my hand. My new slave had not said a word.

"He needs to be instructed as to how much salad you would like," I said. "I know you haven't eaten in hours, if at all today. You may as well enjoy your meal. It will be the last one you eat like this."

 

[lynn_bb]

I have to admit that the carriage ride, after I got over my hysterica, was pleasant even though I dreaded what was to come. It seems that he went to great pains to be gentle with me and point out the features of his estate during the trip to his house. I couldn't bring myself to look at the women that pulled the carriage and was quiet through out the entire ride.

When we reached the manor house he picked me up in his arms and carried me to a dining room where dinner was served to us. I gasped with shock when two naked men came in and stood beside us. Fear leapt into my throat as I thought he was going to have me ravaged by these two men while he watched. My body tensed until I saw that they were only going to serve us. The man said something about my needing to tell the slave how much salad I wanted. His next words were menacing though as he stated that I should enjoy this meal because I wouldn't be served like this again.

I realized how hungrey I was as the salad was placed in front of me and I wolfed it down, almost afraid that he wouldn't let me finish. I was still hungry and I asked for more without thinking. I trembled as I glanced at the man's face and saw the look of anger that I had done something not allowed. The male slaves looked at him and waited for his instruction.

"I'm sorry I spoke , please, I'm so hungry." I whispered as he turned to the male slaves. Fear made my neck and chest glisten with perspiration as I wondered what he planned to do.

OOC
Dear reader and Bad Form. I will be out of pocket starting tomorrow and will return Monday. I hope I will have a good part to answer when I return.

Thanks

Lynn

 

[BadForm]

Dr. Long

How priceless. The slave was apologizing for doing something wrong when she had not, of course, done anything wrong. Rather it was her server I was angry at. He should have been ready to provide more for her and she should not, therefore, have had to ask. I'd made it plain to both servers that this was the last time my new slave would eat in the way free women did and as such she should be treated well, as well or better than I. It was, I felt, essential that her decline to true slavery not be a thoroughly brutal affair and that she be given a chance to say farewell to some of the luxuries her life had thus far included.

My server followed protocol, understanding hers was to be punished severely. He stepped around to her and began to lay the entree on her empty plate, waiting only seconds after each piece was lain to see if she found the plate sufficient. I told her to let him know when it was enough and then put my fingers in my mouth and blew a double whistle

A barking came closer down the hallway. From a distance it could be mistaken for dogs, closer it became obviously human. My three house-dogs ran into the room on all fours, moving at considerable pace for a crouching human - as fast as many did on foot. There were two men and a woman, all were large and highly muscular. Each had an anally attached tail and some kind of tattoes to make them appear, at least superficially, like the dog breeds I decided they should be.

"Meet the dogs," I said with a smile as they came and knelt by me and awaited my command.

"Butch," I indicated the woman, a black woman with orange tattooed around her mouth and eyes and parts of her body like a Rottweiller.

"Lassie," I indicated a man who had received treatment to make his hair grow long. It had then been died so he looked a little like a sheepdog.

"and Domino." The last man was shaved bald but had tattooes of spots against his already pallid skin making him vaguely resemble a dalmatian. "Go say hello to my new slave."

The dogs immediately padded over and began to sniff at my slave. Butch went under the table, and from my slave's reaction I guessed the dog was sniffing under her skirt.

"Stop that," I said, giving the dog's vagina a light kick. She whimpered and withdrew. "Now, Server 2 has misbehaved..."

This immediately had the dogs growling and baring their teeth at the man. He shuddered in fear and Domino sank his teeth into the server's thigh hard enough to draw blood.

"Wait for it," I commanded and the dogs backed off, still growling. I glanced briefly at the server and gave one command. "Run!"

He did. What would happen if he didn't was something he didn't dare contemplate. I counted to five and then ordered the dogs after him. As they rose to their haunches, the one time I ever allowed my dogs to run as humans, my new slave seemed afraid.

"Don't worry," I said in what I had forgotten was probably not a reassuring manner. "They won't kill him unless he actually tries to leave the grounds. I don't think he's that stupid."

Although my slave continued to eat and drink it seemed more from fear than from hunger now. I tried to imagine exactly what would be going on in her head. I had asked a few slaves, but their stories had always been different. I returned to my food and finished at my leisure before speaking again.

"It's been a long day," I said. "You must be tired. Tomorrow is going to be a big day for you when you have a chance to tour the grounds yourself and see where you want to be put to work. For now it's time to sleep."

I stood and held out my hand to her. Nervously it seemed, she took it.

I slapped my free hand against my head. "I'm sorry, I almost forgot, you still need to be punished for your earlier misbehavior. Well, since this is your first time I will give you the option: you may be whipped in front of my entire house staff to serve as an example to them or you may experience 'The Ascent of Pleasure' in the privacy of my bedroom."

I waited for her choice.

 

[lynn_bb]

It was happening too fast and the contrast between the illusion and reality was too great. The perfect WASP life and the kidnapping. The gentleness of the ride and the "horses" that pulled us. The meal placed before me and the naked servers. My head spun as I tried to cope with the situation.

When he called the dogs in I almost lost it again. Humans, taking the place of dogs. I tried to continue to eat as I was ravished with hunger, but one of the "dogs" sniffed at my leg and I squealed as I kicked out and caught it in the face with my shoe.

I turned back to my plate, my stomach now uneasy as my captor played this bizarre game with one of the servers and his "dogs". I could believe my ears as the had the server chased by the dogs.

My mind reeled again as he turned gentle and said I must be tired and then in the next breath reminded me that I had disobeyed and must be punished. I looked at him in amazement as he told me the choices I had---Punishment by the whip or Give myself to him.

My fear rose in my throat as I looked at his eyes. Something gave me the courage to overcome my fear and I said, "You're not enough of a man to make me want to come to your bed. You can torture me and have me whipped and held down as you rape me, but you will never get me to the point of wanting you." With that I turned and started to walk away from him.

 

[BadForm]

I let her get her half way to the door before I spoke again. The sound stopped her, though I did not know how long for. As I spoke I reached for the bell to summon one of my guards. He would know to wait outside the door unless called, but it would stop her from fleeing.

"Rape you?" I said whimsically. "I see you are still making the mistake of thinking you are a person, that you are still 'Lynn.' That life is over. Now you are a slave and no matter when or how I decide to take you, or who I decide to give you to, it will never be rape. In time you will understand that."

"As to sleeping in my bed. That was not an option. Your assumption about the ascent of pleasure was incorrect... as you will discover in time. "

I stood and walked over to her. She had heard the bell and I guessed it was that that stopped her fleeing. I chose not to touch her but instead step around to look into her eyes.

"Why do you seek to make this as difficult as possible for yourself? Had you chosen the ascent of pleasure you would have suffered relatively little pain. Now..."

I sighed. "Francis!" My guard entered the room, his pistol ready at his waist.

"This slave has been disobedient. She wishes to be whipped as punishment. Fasten her in the stocks for the night and instruct the servants that each of them is required to give her twenty stripes. Please set a schedule so she receives one visitor per half hour. She is new, so use the play whip instead of the cat. I am going to bed."

With that I went upstairs to spend the night with two pleasure slaves. Tomorrow, my new slave would have a chance to explore the grounds and decide what position she wanted in the estate.

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[Francis]

She struggled briefly as I grabbed her. A brief but painful blow with the pistol but to her skull stopped that nonsense. It warned her of what would happen if she carried on.

"Now you just stop fighting, missy, and you might just get to enjoy life. Course its gonna be different for someone like you. What are you? Upper class bitch or something? Well, you're gonna be everyone's bitch from now on. Dr. Long don't like it when his slaves fight. He'll let every servant have you any way they want. Mebbe the slaves too. Then if you still don't get it...You like fighting for your life? The arena aint pleasant girl!"

She still struggled some, but she knew she was beat. All I sustained was a bruise and a torn shirt. I dragged her outside to the stocks in the yard and roughly shoved her into them. Once she was secure I grabbed the neck of the dress she wore and ripped it from her.

"Won't be needing this no more, slave." I said. "Nor these..." as I tore the rest of her clothes away.

She was a hot little number - almost as good as Eastern the pleasure slave Dr. Long liked most at the moment. Hell, it would do her good to realize how easy the pleasure slaves had it. Not that I had the right to tell her that. It would be up to her to decide.

I headed back inside and down to the dungeon from which I retrieved the play whip. It was a good three foot of leather but unlike the more serious whips was covered in a velvet sheathe. It hurt, but it didn't cut. I headed back out to where the slave was bound and told her to get read. Before she could respond I brought the whip down across her back.

"One!"

 

[lynn_bb]

Lynn

My eyes flashed defiance as I turned and walked toward the door, but my knees were weak and my breathing forced. I was scared to death, but tried to hide it. I stopped as he told me he didn't need to rape me and that I would in time understand that.

I heard him get up and walk toward me, steeling myself for his next action. He circled me and looked into my eyes as he explained to me, as to a child, that I had chosen my place for that night. With that he ran a bell and I cringed as the door opened.

The guard, a tall black man, waited as the bastard instructed him as to my disposition. With that the guard grabbed my arm and when I struggled hit me with something, stunning me. He then half carried me, half walked me to large wooden stocks. My neck and hands were forced in the opening which was then locked into place. At least the stocks were vertical so I stood upright even though I was helpless.

"NO, NOOOO" I screamed as the black tore my clothes off of my body, exposing me to anybody walking by. Tears came to my eyes as I felt him take one ankle and tie it to a ring on the ground, He repeated the action with my other ankle so that my legs were spread about three feet apart. All this time he was talking, but I never heard a word of it as I sreamed and sobbed with frustration and my nakedness.

It was only when he came back with the whip that I lost my composure. I pleaded with him, tried to reason with him, but there was no effect. He told me to get ready and I started to sob, begging him not to-----

"Auggg" I screamed, more in shock that I was being whipped rather than the pain it produced. It hurt like crazy, but wasn't as bad as I expected. The humiliation of being naked in public and whipped was as bad as the pain. I shuddered as I realized that my sex was wide open and that I was helpless to do anything about it.

The next blow was a little harder and I screamed and twisted my body as much as the stocks allowed. After what seemed forever the guard stopped. My back and ass stung badly and I moaned as the black guard walked in front of me.

"Not queen of the prom anymore , are you bitch?"

 

[BadForm]

Dr. Long

I woke twice in the night to her screams. The stocks were positioned only a few feet from the front of the house and thus within hearing distance if the scream was loud enough. The first I took for protest. The second, louder, longer, stitched with terror, told me someone had decided her vagina was open to assault. I wondered briefly which of my servants decided she deserved such a harsh punishment. Not that it mattered, in the end. She had chosen how she would be punished and so I let myself drift back to sleep.

I woke next to the chorus of birds outside my window and the streaming warmth of the morning sun. Glancing at the clock I saw that I had slept for about 7 hours total, and as I could not hear her cries any more I wondered if the servants had finished her punishment. I had 19 servants to control my slaves. Given I had spent time making love beforehand, they must be nearly done.

I strode to the window and saw Katherine, the chef, swing the whip around my slave's thighs. It would hurt, but the pain had been going on so long she barely moved. I swung open the windows and heard her sobbing.

"Katherine, I trust breakfast is ready?"

"Yes, sir," she called back. "Salmon and poached eggs, sir. It is in the main dining hall."

I closed the windows and called a slave to dress me, then headed down to dine. It struck me, as I entered the dining hall, that my slave would be exhausted. She had no time to rest now - it was the day she must see the grounds and decide her first placement. I would, at least, treat her to some of the fine repast that had been prepared for me.

I picked up the platter of salmon and walked outside to the stocks. She looked highly enticing, but I had no intention of forcing her to accept my body yet. It may be that she decided to become a pleasure slave, in which case it would be to her to offer herself. If not, she would find I sampled all my slaves when the mood took me.

I sat down before her as the gamekeeper, Percival, came forward and took the whip. He nodded a greating and I returned it. Then I picked up a forkful of salmon and lifted it into the air.

"Percival, are you the last of the servants to deliver her punishment?"

"Yes sir," he said and pulled back his arm to let fly.

"Then take it slowly." I turned my gaze to the slave and called her. "Slave, you must be hungry. If you ask me nicely, I will feed you this salmon. It is your choice. This will be your last chance to eat before luncheon."

 

[lynn_bb]

It had gotten to the point that I was almost numbed to the pain. The exhaustion had taken over my body and I slumped in my bonds as each person took their turn whipping me. After midnight I couldn't hardly raise my head even when several of them felt my breasts and one fingered me.

Softly moaning with each new stroke of the whip, I heard a cock crow and realized that dawn was breaking. How many had whipped me? I tried to remember, but didn't have any idea. I only knew that I was exhaused and that my whole body was sore from the constant tightening of my muscles with each lash.

Dimly I eaw the owner and an older man approach me. The older man took the whip and I tensed for the first blow. The pain exploded on my thighs as I screamed. I waited for the next blow, but it didn't come in quick succession as the ohers had. I heard a voice in front of me, offering me bites of his breakfast. "The bastard", I thought, "he expects me to thank him, to see him as something other than the monster he is."

I shake my head and look directly into his eyes. "You can break me with pain and force me to your bed, but I'll never be passioniate or want you." I start to say more, but it ends in a scream when the next blow lands on my thighs.

 

[BadForm]

Dr. Long

"Yes, I can."

It was a simple statement, and one I choose let let hang in the air for two more blows of the whip.

"I can break you with pain, and fatigue, and hunger, and thirst. You would be amazed at how attractive sex with anyone would be when the only other option is starvation... not that you will have that option. I have a very good, and highly discrete, medical team at my beck and call. I can allow you to get to the point of starvation, force feed you through tubes until you regain your strength, and do it all again."

I raised my hand as Percival raised the whip for the tenth stroke. "Enough!"

He lowered the whip at once, obviously disappointed but not intending to argue. Apart from anything else, he would have access to the various slaves under him to take out his frustration.

I lay down the food platter after picking up a large chunk on the fork. Though the salmon was cooling now, it still smelt perfect. I walked over to the stocks and held the fork near her face.

"Why do you insist on making your transition difficult for yourself? You said yourself that I have absolute control over your body. I can torture you in more ways than you could ever imagine. Yet I can also spare you. I can choose to provide you with delightful meals, to leave you in relative peace. If you choose to accept what you are."

I wafted the salmon under her nose and I could see she wanted it badly, but her pride would not let her take that step.

"No? Very well. Go hungry. Just remember, this was your choice. If you continue to be stubborn, nothing will be."

I tossed the fork back onto the platter and blew a sharp whistle. The humanoid barking heralded the arrival of the dogs. I told them to eat and they almost fought each other over the cold fish. I noticed at once that Butch's mouth was bloody. Obviously Server 2 had tried to fight and had suffered the consequences. He would need hospitalizing for a while I supposed.

I reached to the keychain at my belt and unlocked the stocks. I eased her gently to a standing position, knowing how much she must hurt. She didn't fight me, though right then I felt it was more to do with a lack of physical strength than anything else. Finally I indicated a loose and ragged one-piece dress made of sackcloth.

"Get dressed," I said. "It's time for you to learn about the duties of the slaves here."