Breaking a rebel? Closed for myself and Cockslave

[Bigdavebeast]

A little background is in order. This is an alternative universe where America lost the revolutionary war to England, and the survivng rebels were enslaved and sold often to work in mines, but sometimes to high-borne ladies.

Name: Hugh Donal
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 180 lbs. Well built and deeply tanned from working in the sun and fighting in it till he was captured.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
He joined the revolution immediately for the freedom of his people, and was called the Ghost because he seemed to come out of everything unscathed and didn't flinch from things that scared Washington.

He was knocked out, but not before killing 5 soldiers while protecting the General himself.

Now he was slid into a room and thrown down roughly and chained to the floor by his ankles and wrists. He tried taking a swipe at the men immediately but was suddenly jerked back and punched in the gut.

They left with the light and he stood there for hours in the dark stretching his chains. "Let me out of here you red jacket scum! I'll show you what a man can do!"

Suddenly light came back in and he was blinded for a moment as his eyes adjusted and there was a woman standing in front of him. "You all so cowardly that you send a woman in to do your dirty work to a chained man?!"

His clothing was ripped and in tatters and his body showed wear from the war.

 

[cockslave]

charlotte monroe

charlotte monroe
29 yr old widow
daughter of the governor of washington state
5'5" slim build
long wavy red hair and hazel eyes


Daddy had bought me a new slave to train as a household servant. For manual labour in our mine if his attitude was not desireable. I went to our holding area to inspect him. He was chained to the floor screaming like a crazed person "Let me out of here you red jacket scum! I'll show you what a man can do!"
I approached him to examine him closer. He seems in a healthy condition , not too old. Has strength in him from the way he is struggling against his chains. Might take some work but I am hopeful he will work out okay.

"You all so cowardly that you send a woman in to do your dirty work to a chained man?!"
I hear him say. Oh how sadly mistaken you are my man.

"No they are not slave. For I am your new Mistress. If you do not treat me with respect and behaviour befitting my status I will punish you personally. You may call me Mistress Charlotte!"

 

[Bigdavebeast]

He looked at the woman. Under normal circumstances he might want her. This was not one of those times. "You cannot own a man woman. Let me go and I won't hurt you. There is no honor in hurting a woman."

He didn't want to believe that she called him her mistress so he held the shackels at his wrists up for her to unlock him. "And you won't see me again." The bonds were painfully tight against his skin and it looked like it might cut him, but he didn't even flinch from the wounds.

"Even a brittish high-borne has to have a soul." He said that lowly to himself.

 

[cockslave]

charlotte monroe

" I will not have you speak to me like that. You are my property now . You only do as I see fit. You will never be free again. Never! So you had better get used to it. I can be a fair Mistress if I am shown respect and honour from my slaves.

But do not mistake fairness for softness, any disapproving behaviour will meet with it's just rewards. Usually my crop. Do not think that just because I am a woman of breeding I will not carry out the punishments myself either. As an example for your audacity you are to have two strokes, call it a learning curve if you will."

I bring down my riding crop hard twice across his bare back. The blows causing him to cry out. Leaving reddened weals on the skin.

 

[Bigdavebeast]

When she turned back around, she saw nothing but feral rage in his eyes. He did not like being whipped. "To be shown honor, you must be worthy of honor woman. I am not property, and I will not call you mistress EVER!" He spit at the ground in anger.

"I've had a musket pointed in my face and punched the brittish loon who did it, breaking his neck after he fell. I am a warrior, not some scared little boy that want's your approval hoping to get a few minutes in the sack with you." The pain only served to make him more defiant.

"Go have your fun with those boys, when your ready to deal with a man, leave the riding crop out of the issue." He sneered at her, daring her to piss him off further.

 

[cockslave]

charlotte monroe

"So you think you deserve better treatment do you. Until you learn obedience your life will be so miserable you will beg me to either kill you or to bed you. Now as punishment for your behaviour I will have you stripped and scrubbed because your odour is offensive to me. Then you will be left here until morning. If you still show the same disrespect I will personally find your weaknesses and prey upon them. Believe me slave everyone has weaknesses, even you. Your screams will echo around here until you learn."

As if to emphasise my point I lay another two stroke this time across the tops of his thighs"

 

[Bigdavebeast]

Most probably to her surprise, this time he didn't flinch or budge. "You think scrubbing my skin off and leaving me alone for a night is going to scare me? Or threatening to whip my groin? Ooh kill me, kill me, I want to be bedded and killed. You try your little tricks. I won't be impressed."

At this he showed her the ultimate disrespect by turning his back on her. "A woman that's decayed on the inside isn't going to break me to her will anytime soon. Rich girl." He put extra emphasis on girl.

 

[cockslave]

charlotte monroe

"Rich GIRL is it! Well lets see how you feel about castration shall we? Afterall men value their manhood more than life itself I'm told. I have helped on the ranch when it was time to do the cattle. A man is no different . A sharp knife two cuts on the sack, insert the fingers behind the tubes. Pull the ball through the cut and cut the tubes. Remove the ball and throw to the dogs.

Like the cattle there would be nothing to numb the pain. I would take great pride in doing it myself too. So you could look me in the eye the whole time - if you stayed awake."

 

[Bigdavebeast]

That he didn't want to happen, but his pride was on the line here and he was not going to knuckle down and beg because then he would want to die.

"Then do it. You wanted me to beg to breed you. You can't fuck me if I'm castrated. I'm not going to beg for anything girl." He started talking dirty at her, refusing to give in. It was ego vs. ego and fire could practically be felt between the two. Though despite her threats and his refusal to bow down to her, his body was still responding and she could see his cock straining against his pants.

 

[cockslave]

charlotte monroe

"So you would rather be castrated than beg eh? We'll see then shall we."

I walk forward and take the knife from the table by the door then approach him. His arousal so obvious. I bend beside him and slip the knife in the waistband of his trousers, slicing down the full length of one leg. This slave working furiously , trying to get away from me and the knife. I move round to the other side and repeat the process. Deliberately nicking his skin so that the smallest of trails of blood were visible. Before standing up I pull the material away from the front to reveal his cock. My it was impressive, strong and erect.

"Now slave are you sure you won't beg. My knife slipped a few moments ago and could as easily do so again!"

I place the knifes tip against his balls, firmly but not too hard. Unfortunately he was right, I didn't want to damage the goods.

 

[Bigdavebeast]

"Would begging really satisfy you?" He smirked. "Sorry, still not going to beg." Though he was full of pain from the cuts, but he knew he was right when he looked into her eyes.

"I'd say your the slave. I stand here, with my dignity intact, and you're resorting to threatening to treat a man like a bull, just to get your way." If he could just find a way out of these chains, he could escape.

"A slave to your own impulses and desires to make a man scream in pain or for mercy."

 

[cockslave]

charlotte monroe

"A slave to your own impulses and desires to make a man scream in pain or for mercy." he says

"i guess you may be right there but even if you will not beg I will break you, mark my words and when I do I shall laugh in your face as I remind you of this conversation. You see slave the difference between us is that I have my freedom whereas you will always be a slave. If not mine then some other poor person who has the misforune of being your Mistress or Master."

Turning I leave the room with my associate going in to carry out my wishes regarding the wash and scrub.

 

[Bigdavebeast]

He grinned and shouted to her as she was leaving. "Watch how free I still am!" Once the associate got close enough, he dashed forward, smashing his forehead into the other man's skull and knocking him down. Blood flowed freely.

"Freedom is something you can't take away with mistresses and shackles. Freedom is in the heart! We may have lost the war, but we never lost the spirit!" He stood proudly, even in his binds and waited for other men to rush in and he got punched in the balls. Despite pitching forward, he still fought like a caged animal and then finally got knocked out for the night and stripped and scrubbed, his body covered in plenty of scratches and scars.

 

[cockslave]

charlotte monroe

"Freedom is something you can't take away with mistresses and shackles. Freedom is in the heart! We may have lost the war, but we never lost the spirit!" I heard him shout as I let the room.

He may be right but I was just as determined to break him. I could see the potential he had as a slave. The body was toned through hard work, tanned, he wasn't exactly ugly either quite pleasant on the eye actually. He would be presentable at functions if it wasn't for his attitude. So now the question remains - how to bend him to my will. I will have to rethink my strategy as he has a strong pain threshold. Maybe mind tricks would work better than physical punishment.

 

[Bigdavebeast]

He woke up in the morning with a moan of pain and looked down. He was sleeping on a hard floor with nothing soft between him and it. Then the 28 year old man looked down and saw that he was bound and naked. Still in the confines of a 29 year old woman.

He sat up thinking, she was rather a beauty. But she was considered too old for marriage prospects, which would probably explain the sadism. He knew she'd be joining him soon, and probably threaten to break his spirit again. "Well, let you come. I'll show you how hard it can be to bend an american rebel to your will."

The words bounced off the walls with no answer and he smirked. She may have been used to hard work on a farm, but she was still a rich woman. She needed to be put down a peg or two. And maybe he could be the one to do it. Maybe the way to freedom will be to get her to happily free him. It wouldn't be easy. She might even be expecting it. But at the same time, as obvious a trick is in it, perhaps it's the last thing she would be expecting after all.

He grinned and made himself as presentable as he could. She was in for quite some surprises. But he still wouldn't beg. He had too much at stake in getting on his knees and begging. He lost too much already to the brittish scum.

 

[cockslave]

charlotte monroe

I wondered what tactics would work with this man, torture didn't ----that was obvious now. He seemed to love pain or had grown accustomed to it. Maybe kindness? Anything would be worth a try i could try asking rather than ordering him.

"So you really hate us English don't you. Why because we beat you to a pulp? Or is it because I have power over you."

I slap him hard across his face. He freaks out, lashing out trying to hit me back. His shackles stopping him.

"Now you see if you co-operate, maybe we could get rid of some of these chains. some freedom for you."

 

[Bigdavebeast]

He growled at her. "Your soldiers raped and killed my wife!" He was straining the chains and the link that held them to the ground was stressed under his increased andrenilin. "Why the hell shouldn't I hate you high born brittish twits. I was going to go about showing you how I could treat a lady Miss Sadist. But obviously not. I was even going to apologize for being hard last night. Because I was sending myself to memories of my real ladies bed so I could ignore the pain. But no more apologies."

He was right in her face. "Is this how you have to get a man? I thought with your looks and power, men would be knocking down your door. But if you treat all men like this, then no wonder you have to have a slave."

 

[cockslave]

charlotte monroe

"I too lost the love of my life during the war, but unlike you I never had the chance to marry him. Never spent the night in his arms. So in a way you are lucky slave. At least you have felt what heaven is like. I will never have that chance."

I turn away before he sees the tear in my eye. For it was true , Billy had worked for my father before he went away to fight, I had wanted to consumate the relationship before he went . He had said to wait until we were wed. He was killed two days after his arrival on american soil.

"I shall leave you now to your thoughts, maybe you will think about what I said I would rather have a willing slave than a broken one, they perform better."

 

[Bigdavebeast]

"Wait." His hand rose up as much as it could as he reached towards her. "I may have spoken cruelly, and for that I am sorry. I had no idea you lost someone too." His fire burnt out and he watched her. Maybe he was wrong.

"If what you say is true, then maybe we can stop this slave thing, and actually become equals. Though I know you might have to keep me in these chains anyway." He moved his left hand backwards, giving his right hand more space to move and she could hear the chains move as he touched her shoulder.

"I won't break, but maybe, if we talk, there won't be a need to do so." He tried talking gently to her, almost in a loving way considering the circumstances.

 

[cockslave]

charlotte monroe

Her theory had been right, even though her story had been true. A little kindness did have the desired effect on him. I'll keep with it just now even though he will always be 'my slave' .

"Unfortunately you will always be my slave, but in return for co-operation I can give a little respect, treat you fairly maybe even as a fellow human being. But status will never allow us to be equals. If you can live with this compromise I may be able to give you that respect when we're alone."

 

[Bigdavebeast]

"Yes, I know. Status.....a tool used by people who want to hold on desperately to power that dwindles away." He huffed bitterly, he wanted a better life for the children being born at this moment, but it would never happen. Now it was his turn to turn away.

"You'll understand if I merely act civil rather than broken. I vowed to myself that I would not give up my dignity like that, even if my heart is being cut out with a spoon. Especially since that's all I have left." He looked at her in all seriousness.

He watched her. She was his type of woman physically, but he didn't make a move on her, since he couldn't make one. And he was still unsure about her motives. Did she want a house servant, a sex slave, a mine worker? A bodyguard? He just had to ask. "And if I choose to actually serve you, what capacity will I be expected to serve under?"

 

[cockslave]

charlotte monroe

"you would be my companion and personal butler. A house servant who would accompany me to swoirays, help organise my household and occasional 'personal duties'. Nothing to strenuous or degrading. You would be provided with suitable clothes for the circumstances. The only draw back would be that when in public you will be required to act as a slave, be called a slave. When in private I may even call you my your given name. Do you think that is acceptable to you?"

Listen to me , talking to him as if I care for what he thinks. As long as I get my obedient slave I'm happy.

 

[Bigdavebeast]

He almost chuckled at the term personal duties. So a lover and a butler is what she wants out of him. He hated the idea of even pretending to be a slave, and his nostrils flared at the thought. "Fine, I agree, but once you unlock me, I won't be shackled again and I will not be traded around anyone."

He looked at her, he heard that the ladies traded their slaves around for the fun of it. See how good they performed compared to the others. "I have always been a one woman man. I do not like caterwalling with other women, and if I am to provide you 'personal duties' then I do not wish to be doing the same for other women."

At his heart he didn't want to even be agreeing to this, but he felt that if he refused the next step was stone being placed in front of the door, and he would be allowed to starve to death. And that was not allowed.

 

[cockslave]

charlotte monroe

"So you agree to be my attendant, to do as I ask as long as I don't pass you round? If that is the case we have a deal. But understand this if you try to runaway from here I will have you shot. Now if you would follow me we shall get you bathed and find some clothing for you. And of course some food."

I take my key and unlock his shackles. Knowing he poses no threat to me now. He might even begin to enjoy living here.

 

[Bigdavebeast]

He decided not to say anything. Just follow her and he held his head up high, as if he belonged there with her. He still would have a lot to learn about being a slave, and he planned to learn nothing of it.

He felt the shackles release and he cradles his wrists, rubbing the feeling back into his skin. "Yes MiLady." He spoke without an ounce of subservience. Merely as if she was a friend from a long time ago and he was addressing her as a friend.