A Slave Sold (Closed for TheCentaur and I)

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Lyssa watched the other slaves... each brought up to the Auction Block.. she could see some of the faces of the men.. and it was mostly men.. that bid on the beauties before them... and they were beauties.. in almost every shape and size... yes there were male slaves.. but they were few and far between... here there were mostly females being put up for sale..

How had they come to be slaves.. that did not concern Lyssa... she knew of the slave trade... she knew some were born into it.. others sold to repay a debt... and some thought it were some sort of game..

There were not many like herself.. a criminal.. captured.. and this.. was her punishment.. the ulitmate punishment some thought.. head shaved... chained.. and wearing nearly nothing ... she was to be sold like she is nothing more than an animal..

Pulling at the chains in frustration... She had seen one.. one man.. observing her... and she had not missed that he went to speak to one of the "controllers".. as she called them... the men who kept the slaves in line.. she had just had a run in with a "controller".. and her body was still aching from being slammed into the wall... growling low she pulls her eyes from the man and the controller.. back to the slave block.. to watch another slave sold... a petite giggling blonde...

For her it was either slavery or death.. at this point she began to think death maybe better for her.. she did not want to be pulled onto that block.. and displayed like a peice of meat...

How had she ended up like this.. closing her eyes... trying to retreat back into her mind.. away from what was happening around her.. and soon would be happening to her...and she began thinking about how this all came about...

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Lyssa Gallos... a average girl.. well she thought she was average.. others called her exotic... with her cocoa skin and dark dark haunting eyes... a mane of chocolate brown flowed down her back...
Born to a rich family... well.. born to a rich mother who happened to have an affair... the affair produced a daughter.. Lyssa.. her mother stayed with her husband.. but he was never much of a father to Lyssa.. he saw her as a burden.... that was the beginning of the girl's.. issues...

Barely in her teens.. trouble soon followed her... she found the wrong "crowd" ... that was all that was needed... by 16.. she had stolen cars... sold drugs... and by 17 she had been caught... with a group of others.. beating a boy for his money.... Lyssa was not actually paticipating in that.. but was one of the "lookouts"...

That landed her in jail... things were not much better for her there.. and that... landed her where she was now..

head shaved... chained... and being offered for sale as a slave ....

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Snarling at the memories.. she hated thinking about her family... her childhood.. she hated her family... she shakes her head.. casting those thoughts aside...

Looking up.. another slave was sold...Oh Shit.. it was HER turn now...

 

[TheCentaur]

Travis Williamson

Travis has been buying, training, and reselling slaves for almost 20 years now. He learned early on that only general training was provided by the government for claved. So he bought slaves and trained them for more skilled but highly dangerous work, such as hazardous material cleanup. He eventually figured out he could train slaves for sexual pleasure, which also brought a fairly high markup once he got it right.

He was known for being a strict disciplinarian. Slaves that obeyed him were treated fairly; however, any who disobeyed were punished harshly. Very harshly. The reputation served him well now, as his reputation was well-known around the slave community. Few slaves dared to cross him.

Today's auction for the most part was no different than any other. That was until he spotted a shaved woman chained to the wall. This was the spot reserved only for the most uncooperative. The shaved head was a sign of punishment. A troublemaker and criminal, no doubt. Criminals were rarely auctioned off as slaves. They often didn't sell and therefore had to be put to death, which was both messy and costly.

This woman's body was perfectly shaped, and he adored the exotic color of her skin. And she had loathing in her eyes. He wondered what her story was. She obviously wasn't bred to be a slave. She was a fighter.

It was this type of slave that Travis bought for himself, . He relished the challenge of breaking the untamable. Of course, he wasn't always successful. His last venture ended most unfortunately. She was too uncooperative and had to be discarded. Such a shame. Travis was eager to start again, and this woman looked like she had some fight in her. He really wanted to possess her. To break her. Nothing would please him more.

Travis approached one of the officials and whispered to one of the officials that he was interested in the shaved prisoner. The official looked somewhat relieved. He tried to head off the auction by speaking privately to the official. Sometimes he could pick up a slave by avoiding the bidding that way. It wasn't quite legal and didn't always work, and in this case it wouldn't. They were cracking down on this practice, so Travis filed a request to have her criminal record read at the auction. It was a practice that most officials tried to avoid, but by law they had to do it if requested. This had the much-desired effect of scaring off the bidders, and Travis was able to pick the woman up cheap just before the bidding closed.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ the controller approaching her.. was the same one she had the run in with.. that .. did not make her a happy camper at all.. not that anything that was happening made her happy...

"open your mouth.. bitch" he commanded.. holding ball gag.. ready to shove it in when she did... but she only spits at him.. growling.. that brought the blow to her belly.. not enough to injure her.. but her mouth indeed did open in a gasp.. the ball gag shoved home... she effectively silenced...

Dragged to the Auction block.. she is chained before the bidders... arms stretching over her head.. wrists together.. legs spread.. ankles also embraced with steel.. she lowering her eyes.. on display.. like a peice of meat.. or perhaps more like a lamb to the slaughter.. that was how she felt..

What was worse.. was the reading of her record.. she had no idea they were going to do that... and her face flushed a bright crimson as she hears her list of transgressions..

"auto theft"
"Drug dealing"
" attempted murder"
" assault"
" theft"

her head lowering.. she closes her eyes.. the bidding on her.. while sparse at best.. halts completely .. silence.. and in her mind.. she knows.. or at least .. thinks.. that she will be dragged from this auction block.. and slaughtered..

She was taken from the block.. she had not heard anyone else bidding on her... but one had.. she just did not realize it.. and for the moment all life is gone from her... she does not fight as she is unchained and taken down.. only whimpering is heard around the ball gag that was still painfully shoved in her mouth..

"sold"..

her head snaps up.. and she finds herself looking into the eyes of a man.. the one she had seen observering her earlier... he... he had bought her..

 

[TheCentaur]

Travis Williamson

Happy with the result, Travis went to finalize the paperwork while his assistant put her in the back of the truck to go with the other slaves bought that day. The truck was built to secure each slave during the short trip to the Williamson Facility. Escape during transit was pretty much impossible, but a guard rode in the back just in case. Slaves were blindfolded to keep them from knowing where the facility was located.

Travis followed closely behind in his roadster, the top down, enjoying a beautiful day and thinking about the challenge ahead of him. He looked forward to the conquest. Getting sex from slaves was easy, too easy, and not gratifying at all. He was after the conversion from a woman who hates him to a woman whose very fulfillment comes from being with him; now that would be gratifying. He'd done it before, a couple of times, but these women were more docile to begin with, natural submissives. He still kept those women on board. They helped around the facility and he treated them very well. He frequently enjoyed their company but he wanted a new conquest. Hopefully he learned from his past mistakes.

When they arrived at the facility, the slaves were unloaded and taken to their training centers. The shaved woman was placed in Travis' private sex slave training area. The room she was put in was more like a cell. The floor and walls were concrete. There was a toilet, and a door with a small window looking into the hall. There was not bed or cot, just a doggy bed.

Travis had some administrative work to do around the facility before he could visit his new slave. That suited him well anyway, as it was important for her to get used to her new accommodations.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ She was pushed past the man she confronted... was He the one that bought her? ... try as she might.. she could not see where he went afterwards... but something deep in her mind told her.. He indeed was her... "Owner"... shaking her head.. as if to drive that word from her mind... she was not an animal to be owned.. if indeed he had purchased her.. she would show him the mistake he made...

"I think.. it would be best to keep that ball gag in".. that dreaded controller said.. as the blindfold was draped over her eyes.. damn she hated blindfolds.. and twists and jerks her head ... but to no avail.. blinded... silenced... loaded into the back of some truck..

The ride was not a long one at least... that was a blessing in disguise.. chained.. miserable.. not happy in the least... a long bumpy truck ride was not something she wanted to tolerate right now..

Herded off the truck... a few moments later.. the blindfold and gag finally removed... she is left in her.... room... if one could call it that..

"this is worse than my damned cell at the prison" she murmers... slowly walking the perimeter of the cell.. fingers gliding over the hard surface of the wall.. at least there was a toilet.. but what the hell was a dog bed doing in here.. and no cot or mattress or anything.. snarling to herself.. then outloud.. "don't be expecting me to sleep in that thing.. I am NOT a flea bitten mangy hound... "...
Disgusted.. she was absolutely disgusted... and paces the room.. over and over... until exhaustion sets in.. she kicks that dog bed to the other side of the room.. then settles down away from the door.. on the concrete floor... drawing her legs up.. and rocking slowly back and forth.. back and forth... back... and forth... It may have been mintues later... or hours... but she fell asleep.. leaning back against the cold concrete wall... ~

 

[TheCentaur]

Travis

Once he was done making his rounds aboout the training facility, Travis stopped by the cell where Lyssa was kept. He had read in depth about her profile and knew her training would not be easy. "Wake up, Lyssa" he ordered as he walked into the cell. She was startled but awoke and looked at him.

"Lyssa, you are new to being a slave, that is obvious. Let me fill you in on the rules. My name is Travis Williamson, but that really does not concern you. What does is that I am now your owner. You are to do exactly as I wish, when I wish it. Your very existence is now to serve me. If you do so, you will be rewarded with my attention and treated very well. However, if you choose to disobey me you will be punished, most severely.

"You are probably wishing to get cleaned up after that ordeal at the auction, not to mention the trip. After I walk out, I will leave the door unlocked. Take a right out of here and on your right down the hall will be the shower room. For the time being, you'll be afforded some privacy there, but that will not often be the case. Place your clothes in the laundry chute, get cleaned up and join me in the room across the hall from there for dinner. Oh, and don't do anything except what I told you."

Travis then left Lyssa. This was seemingly a lot of freedom to give an untrained slave, but the goal here was to see how compliant she really was. Cameras mounted throughout the facility gave me the ability to verify compliance.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ startling awake... she lifts her eyes to the man suddenly standing in front of her... jumping to her feet.. she flattens herself back against the wall.. staring.. and listening..

Travis.. his name was Travis... and he had bought her... for a moment a relieved sign threatened to slip from her lips.. that meant at least she would not be slaughtered... but .. wait... was being enslaved any better than death... there was the question...

She says nothing to his barrage of words... but heard every one of them... the fool was going to leave her door unlocked???!!!! THAT was all she needed to hear.. this would be easier than she thought.. already she were sizing him up... she certainly could run faster than him.. at least she figures she could.. all she had to do was get outside.. she would be home free...

As He leaves.. shutting the door... she murmers to herself.. "serve you my ass... I am getting out of this place.. fucking prison.. fucking slaves..." she was not happy and boy did it show... she counts to 25.. until he is gone from the hall.. or so she figures.. then moves to the door.. cracking it open and peering out... nothing.. not a soul.. just one long hall.. stepping out.. she takes the right he indicated... finding the shower easy enough.. she cases the shower rom quickly.. no windows.. no nothing.. that would do her no good...

Back out in the hall.. she moves further down.. trying any and every door she can find.. all are locked... she was quickly becoming very frustrated... she turns.. heading in the other direction...

Passing her cell.. she again trys every door.. she thought maybe she heard voices... female voices... maybe this was the right direction .. she continues down.. turning a corner.. still searching for a way out... ~

 

[TheCentaur]

Travis

"How disappointing," Travis thought as he watched her actions on the monitors. This meant punishment was in order. He hoped it would be different, but knew it was more hope than reality. Almost all the slaves initially tried to escape, at least the ones that were not bred as slaves. The logic of it failed him. Did they think he was stupid?

Travis made his way to the punishment room. For the typical slaves, he delegated punishment to his trusted staff. However, for his personal ones, he would never delegate it. He had to command respect,so kept his 6'2" frame in good enough physical condition to be able to overpower female slaves when he had to.

The room was quite nicely equipped with an assortment of whips, crops, paddles, and related items plus your typical restraints: ropes, shackles, chains, handcuffs, and even a rack.

Travis unlocked the door to the hallway and waited. Lyssa was soon to find it. The door would lock again as soon as it shut again, though, preventing her retreat.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ her hand came to rest on the doorknob.. turning it.. .it... OPENED.. "shit... this is good" she whispers to herself.... slowly she pushes it open.. peeking in... she could only see darkness... but it appeared to be another hallway... well.. this was open... she had to take the opportunity as it presented itself...

"this must go somewhere" she murmers.. stepping thru.. the door closing behind her... she hears that *click* of the lock...

"SHIT".. turning in the now all emcompassing darkness... grabbing the knob... sure enough... it was locked... "FUCK"....

Blinking into the shadows... she could not see anything.. there were no windows... no light... just that haunting.. chilling...darkness...
Laying her hands to the wall.. she begins to slowly move... feeling her way along... but no doors came... she even went back to the beginning and went down the other side... still... nothing... she had no other choice than to keep going down the hall.. slowly... her eyes trying to adjust to the darkness...

It felt like she were in that hall .. or whatever it was... forever... until she finally comes to a door... at the end... she did not like this at all.. a very deep... very chilling feeling.. came over her... resting her hand on the knob... and yes it was unlocked... she opens the door........~

 

[TheCentaur]

Travis

Travis was waiting at the door when Lyssa walked into the punishment room. Quickly he grabbed her, threw her to the floor and kneeled on top of her, holding her down with his weight. He was able to handcuff her before she really knew what was happening. She tried struggling a little, but he had too much leverage. He put on ankle chains and then stood her up. The chains were just wide enough so she could stand and shuffle her feet a little, but that was about it.

Travis faced her toward where he wanted her to go. "I gave you direct orders, slave, to shower and join me for dinner. You disobeyed me and you will be punished. You will find I do not tolerate disobedience of any kind. Ever. Now shuffle your feet and walk over next to me."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ she never really knew what hit her until she was handcuffed...

"Let GO... NOOOOO... BASTARD".. she screams.. strugging with what strength she had... but He was too strong .. and had the element of surprise... snarling... she feels her feet now being chained... looking up at Travis... dark eyes wide...

Grunting as she is pulled to her feet... growling low...

"I gave you direct orders, slave, to shower and join me for dinner. You disobeyed me and you will be punished. You will find I do not tolerate disobedience of any kind. Ever. Now shuffle your feet and walk over next to me."

"Kiss my ass" she snarls back... but realizes perhaps that was not the best thing to say in her current situation.. she really could not move very well at all....

"JUST LET ME GO" she yells... hoping to just piss Him off enough to let her go...

 

[TheCentaur]

Travis

Such a defiant woman. In his younger days, he'd have gotten pissed of at that behavior, but in reality that did him no good because he could never command true respect. Plus, new slaves generally got pleasure from pissing him off, which defeated his purpose.

Now he's learned to keep his cool and show no emotion, yet still inflict a severe punishment. He grabbed a paddle, a narrow one with holes for aerodynamics that also could be painful around the edges of the holes. He walked over to her. Holding onto the small chain between the handcuffs he whacked her 3 times with the paddle. "That is just the beginning." They weren't his hardest blows - he didn't not want to separate her shoulders - but they were enough to start the pain process.

Then he dragged her across the room, screaming of course, underneath the beam where he wanted her. Hanging from the beam were shackles for the wrists tied to a chain of adjustable lenght. He fastened her to the shackles, removed the cuffs, and then adjusted everything so it fit snuggly. When he turned the crank the chains pulled her arms over her head, and he didn't stop until she was standing on her toes. He then got out a knife an cut away the rest of her clothes.

"Now for the punishment. 12 lashes with the whip. Be assured this will hurt, " Travis stated. "And you will have to keep count by saying the number followed by 'thank you, master'. If you don't, I will keep going until you do." He then laid the first whipping across her back.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ the strikes with the paddle knock the wind out of her.. her eyes going wide... her gasps slipping past her lips... "BASTARD".. groaning at Him... shaking her head to ward off the pain... she was used to pain... getting whacked with a hand... paddle... even a nightstick .. was almost commonplace for her in prison.. that.. and the rapes she endured...

It was His words that scared her.....

"Now for the punishment. 12 lashes with the whip. Be assured this will hurt, "

her eyes widen and she turns to look at Him.. for the first time she was truely scared... "Noo.. don't" she manages to whisper.. to no avail..

Dragged across the floor.. she begins screaming obsceneties at Him.. calling Him every name she could think of... but again that does her know good.. and soon... despite her struggles... she is chained.. and completely .. totally... helpless... arms over her head... only her tip toes touching the ground.. her ankle chains shackled to keep her from kicking at Him...

"you will have to keep count by saying the number followed by 'thank you, master'. If you don't, I will keep going until you do."

Hissing at Him.. she does not dignify with an answer.. until the first lash struck her... the leather biting into the flesh of her back... bringing a rolling scream from her lips.... she jerks in the chains.. as the agonizing pain tears thru her..

Head down... panting... her screaming fading to silence... determined not to give Him the benefit of counting .. or anything else .. if she can help it.. ~

 

[TheCentaur]

Travis

Travis kept going until he reached a total of 12 lashes. The whips broke the skin a number of times. It had to hurt badly. However she still wouldn't budge and kept silent.

"That was a good warmup, but I guess we'll have to do your punishment later, when you decide to cooperate. For now I'll get you cleaned up." He turned on a valve and water - cold water - rained down on her, disappearing in a slightly bloody trail down the drain in the floor.

Then Travis opened the door and a naked female slave brought in his dinner, an aromatic 4 course steak dinner complete with cherry pie for dessert. He thanked the woman and whispered an inaudible comment to her. She looked at Lyssa and smiled saying "Thank you master." Travis then dismissed her, and she walked out with a pride in her step.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ her back burned... she could feel the blood streaming down... but she had managed to stay silent... altho she was screaming at the top of her lungs .. inside....

the cold water raining down on her... soaking her ... it felt good but only for the briefest of moments... then that too sent blinding cramping pain thru her... it was ice cold...

dripping wet... head down... shivering... naked... beaten... she whimpering softly... then biting at her bottom lip to silence herself... she heard the door... lifting her head.. she saw the other slave.. bringing in his meal... she only watched... with a smirk now plastered across her face... as the slave thanked him... and turned to leave...

"bloody animal" she hissed... before turning her hate filled gaze to Travis once more... that food smelled devine... she was starving... but she says nothng... just staring at him... hanging from the chains.. even soaking wet... bald... she was an exquisit site... her dark chocolate brown eyes held that defiant flicker within... ~

 

[TheCentaur]

Travis

Travis proceeded to eat his dinner. "Mmm, this is quite tasty. My chefs are quite good, you know. I wish I could share some of this with you, but defiance cannot be rewarded. Such a disappointment too. The rewards of compliance are many, and its a shame to see you in such pain, which reminds me."

Travis got up and grabbed a spray bottle, which he sprayed all over Lyssa's back. "Can't forget that," he said. In the bottle was a medicinal solution - excellent at accelerating healing and preventing infection but it hurt like a son of a bitch.

Travis sat back down and finished his meal, but not dessert, again praising the chefs. Just as he finished, the other slave came back in, sat on his lap, and began feeding both Travis and herself bites of the cake. "This carrot cake is excellent, don't you think, Della?" Travis asked.

"Yes, Master. And thank you, Master, for allowing me to share with you," she replied.

"You deserve it. Besides, it's much too large of a piece for just me. Oh, pardon my poor manners. Della, this is Lyssa. Lyssa, this is Della." Travis now directed his conversation at Lyssa. "Della is an excellent slave, who really knows how to please her master. Sure she had a defiant period, much like yourself, but she quickly corrected herself. And she has been exceptionally good the past few days, so I invited her to share my bed with me tonight. If I recall correctly, you had quite a night last time you shared my bed. How many orgasms was that you had?"

Della blushed. "I do not know, Master. I lost count after 5. Would you like me to track them more accurately, Master?"

"No, that's quite alright. Now go and prepare yourself and my quarters for the evening, and I'll be in when I'm done here."

"Thank you, Master." She took the dishes and left the room.

Once she was gone. Travis took Lyssa down, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her back to her cell. She fought a little - it was more of a wiggle than anything. She was to physically worn out to put up much of a fight. He set her gently on the floor, next to a two bowls on the floor. One contained a substance of porridge-like consistency. It was chock full of nutrition but very bland. The only contained simply water.

Travis then locked the door and left her alone there for the night.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lyssa

~ she had closed her eyes.. not wishing to look upon him anymore.. her belly cramping in pain .. she was starved.. but that did not seem to matter to him...

She heard him moving around.. but did not bother to look.. until she felt the spray on her lashed back... her howl of shock and pain echoes onto the room... she jerking hard and fast in the chains.. of course it was no good...

"bastard" she growls as he goes back and sits down... she staring at him now... as the other slave enters again.. she was completely disgusted at the little show that was put on for her benefit... and smirks at the girls recounting of how many orgasms she had with him recently...

"weak minded loser" she snarls at the girl.. not caring if he heard her or not.. she gave up caring.. she had given up a long time ago...

She was exhausted tho... weakened... hungry.. and in pain... she left hanging there.. until finally... he takes her down... she had no fight left at the moment.. and as she is slung over his shoulder... she amost snaps at him.. but does not... her struggling was more of a squirming..

At least he set her down gently... she did not even notice the bowls on the floor until after he left... the door locking tightly behind him... growling low.. seeing the bowls..

"I am NOT an animal" she manages to scream..or at least tries to.. throwing the bowl across the room... the porrige like substance splattering all over the wall... the water she did not throw.. she was thristy.. and pours some of the water into her cupped palm and drinks it.. with as much dignity as she could.. she would not lap it out of the bowl like an animal...

Her belly aching from hunger... her back in pain from the beating... the floor cold and hard... she again would not sleep or even go near the doggy bed... she curls up in the corner... and finally lets her emotions show... she begins to cry softly... hiding her face... in case he were watching ~

 

[TheCentaur]

Travis

Travis watched Lyssa on the monitor. He could tell she was crying. Again, not unexpected. He applied the pressure hard, and it was only going to get tougher for her - in different ways - until she dropped the fight.

He then went to his quarters for his night with Della. The scene at dinner was a bit of a show for Lyssa's sake but it wasn't an act. Everything there was genuine. Travis knew that some slave owners used their slaves as nothing more than a live masturbation toy. Not Travis. Nothing turned Travis on more than the female orgasm, and he made sure his bedmate for the night had plenty. This also helped breed loyalty among his female slaves. Of course, he was always in command, and his slaves knew it.

The next morning Travis went in to visit Lyssa. Following behind was a male slave; he didn't allow female slaves around a new slave unless she was restrained. The male slave put down new bowls of porridge and water, left a toothbrush wrapped in small cloth, and left with the old bowls.

Lyssa was asleep in the corner when he walked in. He spoke, "My, you've made quite a mess in here." Referring to the porridge-splattered wall. "You will not be allowed to leave here until that is cleaned up. As an incentive to do it quickly, I've turned the thermostat of your quarters down 20 degrees (F). Oh, I would also suggest you eat this one, rather than throwing it. You will not be getting anything else."

Travis then left to go attend to business around the facility, but he made sure her cell would be monitored and would be notified when she was completed.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Waking with a start... head snapping up.. she trying to get to her feet quickly... but she was weak and disorented.. and ends up sliding back down the wall..

She crouches in the corner and watches Him warily... listening to what He had to say... her eyes roam over the male slave.. then back to Him...she says nothing...

After He had gone... the room got noticibly colder.. she finally getting to her feet.. wrapping her arms about herself.. shivering.. still refusing to eat what was left.. she drinking some water and that was all... she hated him.. hated this... pacing.. trying to keep warm.. punching and kicking at the wall... to no avail... as the hours wore on... she finally.. finally... takes the cloth from around the toothbrush... dips it into the water.. and moves to the stained wall... with a resigned sigh... she begins cleaning it up... until there was no evidence of the porrige left...

but she still refused to eat what was left for her... she sits back in the corner... drawing her legs up and shivering..

"I cleaned up the mess" she says to nothing... but she is not stupid.. she figures he can hear and see her... "please just turn the heat up"... she hated the cold... hated it.. "please" she again implores...

the doggy bed would provide warmth .. she thought to herself... but again refuses to even touch it... "please" she whispers one last time... as she shakes in the corner.. ~

 

[TheCentaur]

Travis

Travis was at the other end of the compound when he got the page that Lyssa was cleaning up her cell. He finished his business there then headed back to see her. She was in the corner shivering.

He unlocked the door, opened it, and spoke to her. "Ah, I see you listened this time." He went over and inspected her work. "I am pleased. I'll have the temperature reset to its correct setting. While it's warming back up, I want you to accompany me on a tour of our facility here - your new home. Should you behave on our tour, you will be rewarded; should you not, you'll be punished quite harshly."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ the door opening.. and Travis entered.. again.. He was pleased that she had cleaned up the mess... but she said nothing... she didn't do it to please him.. she did it to get the heat back... and it worked... he had to have seen her eyes light up when he mentioned turning the heat back to the original setting..

"I want you to accompany me on a tour of our facility here - your new home. Should you behave on our tour, you will be rewarded; should you not, you'll be punished quite harshly."

Her mind was racing.. she would go with him.. that was a no brainer.. anything to get out of this miserable room.. her eyes regarding him with a mixture of hate and fear...
lifting slowly to her feet.. wincing a bit in pain... she was sore.. cold.. and starving... yet she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing or hearing that.. if she could help it..

"fine" was her acknowledging answer... she did not approach him tho.. staying well back and out of his reach.. she was becoming afraid of him... she hated being afraid of anything... but ... she lowers her head.. her mind filled with the images of just the day prior ... him.. and that whip... visably she shudders.. trying to shake away the memory ... and the pain that still racked her body....~

 

[TheCentaur]

Travis

Travis led Lyssa down the hall. She was following behind like a good slave. He was pleased with the progress he had made in one day. A good stern punishment at the start usually helped.

Travis spoke as he showed her the different areas of the facilty: "This facility is strictly for my personal staff. We have other facilities for slaves of different training: hazmat cleanup, mining, high-rise construction, and domestic trades. Cameras are mounted everywhere giving me full knowledge of everything that goes on... Of course you know the shower room." He glared at her when he said that. "The facility has 4 shower head areas and then to the side is a fully stocked vanity area complete with a full line of top quality makeup and hair products, etc. I demand that you look you best at all times, and I'm not afraid to provide you with what you need to do that. Toilets are on the other side there.

"Across the hall is our dining area. My table is at the front there. You and the other slaves eat down here unless I permit you otherwise. Next is our sleeping quarters. Each have their own room and yes cameras are in there, too. The rooms are not large, but then they are not needed to be. The only clothes you need are for protective clothing such as for cooking, gardening, etc. The floors are carpeted. All the girls have a bed like yours and are quite comfortable using it. We also have a computer terminal in each room with high speed Net access. Commucations are carefully monitored.

"My quarters are on the other side there. You have to earn your way there. Then we have our fully equipped fitness facility with a swimming pool to keep you in top physical condition after your initial training period. Any questions so far?"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ indeed she did follow behind quietly.. listening to him as he pointed out the various areas... she making note in her mind where doors.. windows.. any possible means of escape were..

"Of course you know the shower room. The facility has 4 shower head areas and then to the side is a fully stocked vanity area complete with a full line of top quality makeup and hair products, etc. I demand that you look you best at all times, and I'm not afraid to provide you with what you need to do that."

"I don't bother with makeup.. I hate looking like a fucking clown".. she growls at him... staring into the shower room.. a shower sounded damned good tho.. a hot steaming shower to warm her to her very bones...

she had stepped back from him when she spoke.. half expecting to be struck...

She did perk at the mention of the dining area.. and food.. she was literally starved... her stomache growling almost as if on command... she pressing her hands against it to try and quiet it.. not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing how hungry she really was.. it had been days since she had eaten anything ...

Staying several steps behind him as he told her of the high speed access.. that brought a smile to her face... another way to get out.. she hoped...

"All the girls have a bed like yours and are quite comfortable using it."

"yeah right.. I am NOT a dog.. and am NOT sleeping in a dogs bed... " she almost ends her words by calling him asshole... but manages to stifle that last remark..

Gods ... how did she get herself into this... and how was she going to get out... that was all she could think about...

"Any questions so far?"

"yeah.. how can I get out of this god forsaken place"...

It was a question... altho she knew she was pushing her luck... she should be grateful he had not killed her already... but her sarcasm was her way of masking her fear.. and inwardly.. she was terrified... of him.. and of being a slave.. ~

 

[TheCentaur]

Travis

Travis responded to her by backhanding her across her face, almost knocking her down. As she was staggering, he picked her up over his shoulder. She struggled, but was weaker than usual from the lack of food and couldn't break free.

"It is good that the next room is the punishment room. You must learn that such behavior will not be tolerated." He walked her back to the punishment room and grabbed a crop and beat her ass twice with it.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lyssa

~ the backhand staggers her.. sending her nearly to the floor.. her startled cry echoing onto the empty hall... a flash of pain.. and anger... races thru her.. but she had no time to react back at him..
Travis lifting her .. throwing her over his shoulder.. she had no strength.. her hunger and the past whipping had taken alot out of her...
She was easily pinned to the wall of the punishment room.. held there by him while he struck her bared ass with the crop.. she screaming out and clawing at the wall.. when he was done.. she was whimpering.. head down... begging him to stop..

"please... TTTravis... no more... please"... when he releases her she sinks to the floor.. trembling... at his feet.. ~