A Family in Slavery

A FAMILY IN SLAVERY By Peter King

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A FAMILY IN SLAVERY Prologue: Imprisoned When she woke up she knew something was wrong. Her head felt like it weighed a ton and it was throbbing, but just the feel of the hard bed beneath her told her something bad had happened. As her eyes started to focus she saw the extent of her plight, she was in some sort of cell. A small window near the ceiling looked like it was letting in sunlight, but she was not sure. The walls were made of rough rock and a solid metal door at one end was the only other feature of the small room. She looked down and saw she was on a bare cot, with no covers or even a pillow. She rose up onto her elbows and recognized what she was wearing, a light yellow summer dress. She sat up, her bare feet touching the dirty floor and then a fresh blast of fear ran through her. She remembered having dinner last night with her daughters and Sam, her boss, but after that is was murky. Her daughters! That thought shook her to her core, given where she was now; her fears for them became primary. She tried to stand and found her legs were shaky, but using the wall she staggered to the door. She began pounding on it, calling out her daughter‟s names, hoping for a response. None came and after a few minutes her hands became sore and her throat dry. She slumped on the cot and tried to think. She and her two daughters had been having a marvelous vacation, and suddenly this. But what was this? She tried to gather her memories and try to make sense of this terrifying situation, but until that door opened, she knew she would not find any real answers.

Chapter 1: Maneuvering Monica Monica Freeman was a single mom, proud of her two beautiful daughters. Maria was a twenty-one year old and Megan had just turned eighteen. Both girls had their mother‟s stunning looks, with natural blonde hair and deep blue eyes, packaged in bodies that made most men drool. Even Monica, nearly forty years old now, still drew many stares, keeping her body fit and toned. But life was not a bowl of cherries for the three ladies, as her husband abandoned Monica shortly after Meg was born. For years they struggled to make ends meet until just a couple of years ago, when Monica found her dream job. She started working for Samuel Coltrain, a wealthy financier, mainly dealing in real estate. She still worked hard and long hours, but no longer needed a second job, her salary finally earning her enough to pay all her bills. Maria was Monica‟s greatest heartache, still living at home with no prospects to make it on her own. She was a beautiful girl, but lazy and unfocused, causing her mother much grief and concern. Meg was her polar opposite, a great student and an even better person. She already had a job as a waitress, earning more money than her sister ever did and she was saving most of it for college. But she loved them both and would do anything she could to help them, even though Maria tended to take advantage of her love. It was just a week after Meg‟s eighteenth birthday when she was called into Sam‟s (he insisted she call him that, instead of his more formal title) office. He had her sit down and offered her some coffee, a strange reversal since she always got his for him. Once he handed her a cup and took his seat behind his desk, she started to worry for some reason. “Well Monica I hear congratulations are in order, your youngest just turned eighteen,” he said, after taking a sip from his cup. “Thank you Sam, I am very proud of Meg,” she replied. Sam had always shown an interest in her and her girls, and had helped them financially shortly after Monica started working for him. Of course she had paid him back once she got caught up, but she never forgot his initial kindness. “I would like to offer you and your girls a little getaway to my villa in the Caribbean, all expenses paid of course,” he said, watching her eyes go wide in surprise. “Sam, I‟m flattered and appreciative, but that is not necessary,” she replied, wondering if she ever had a real vacation before. “I think it is, you have been a diligent and hard working employee since I hired you. Two years now and I know you have not taken a single vacation and you have four weeks coming to you. I expect the girls could make arrangements to take a month off and the three of you can enjoy what might be the last chance for a family vacation, they are grown up now you know.” He was right and the offer was amazing, she had seen pictures of his estate on a small island in the tropics. It was not one of those tourist islands; rather it was nearly private. She knew he had an estate there along with a dozen other wealthy people who valued the seclusion it offered. This was an offer she could not refuse once she thought about it and she was sure the girls would enjoy it too. “Since you put it that way Sam, let me talk to the girls and maybe we can take you up on your offer,” she replied; now thinking about warm water and palm trees. “That will be fine, let me know tomorrow and we can make the arrangements,” he replied.

The rest of the day all Monica could think about was how great a month off would feel. She knew Maria would be ready to go tonight, but her workaholic daughter Meg might need some convincing. When she got home she made a special dinner, Maria was in her room on her computer and Meg was due home by seven. When Meg finally arrived closer to seven-thirty, she called to Maria and the three women sat down for dinner. Once they were nearly done eating, unable to hold back any longer, Monica said, “My boss Sam made us an offer to use his house in the Caribbean for a month, all expenses paid!” “Really?” asked a shocked looking Maria. Meg asked, “But what about my job?” following Maria‟s question. Monica smiled, Meg was so pragmatic she thought, but she replied, “As soon as we want Maria and I‟m sure if you asked your boss, he would be happy to accommodate you Meg.” Maria chimed, “I‟m in,” as Meg followed with, “But I would lose a month‟s earnings.” “You are eighteen and can do what you like Meg, but think about living in a private villa, pampered for a full month,” replied Monica, showing Meg a picture of the estate she brought home. After looking at the massive house and sculptured tropical gardens, Meg looked up at her mom and said, “OK, I‟m in too, can we at least wait a week so my boss can find coverage for my shifts?” “No problem, I‟ll tell Sam tomorrow,” replied Monica, ecstatic that both her daughters were going to vacation with her. The next day she gave Sam the good news, and a week later they were flying to paradise on his private jet. They had to fly to Miami and take his yacht to the island, a good eight-hour trip by sea. All three women were intoxicated by the luxury that surrounded them, as well as how accommodating Sam‟s people were in serving their every need. Once on the island they met Juan, Sam‟s private chauffeur, who drove them to the tiny peninsula where his estate was built. As they drove through the gates, they all marveled how the reality far surpassed the pictures they had seen of the estate. As they drove into the portico another man came out to greet them, dressed all in white, his dark ebony skin in sharp contrast to his clothes. He opened the car door and helped each of the ladies from the car, even as Juan gathered their bags onto a cart. He ushered them all into the foyer, filled with vases full of beautiful and aromatic tropical flowers. “Welcome to San Diablo, my name is Raul and it is my duty to see you all have a relaxing vacation,” he said, his Haitian accent sounding melodic as he spoke. “Doesn‟t Diablo mean Devil in Spanish?” asked Meg. “Yes young lady it does, but as this peninsula was called the „Devil‟s point,‟ Mr. Sam decided to name his estate to fit the original name,” replied the silky voiced man. “But San Diablo? Isn‟t that an oxymoron?” the practical girl asked. “Perhaps Mr. Sam would discuss that with you in person young lady, alas it is not my place to know what he thinks. But let me show you to your rooms so you may bathe and get ready for dinner,” replied Raul, a note of derision in his reply. Their rooms, all adjoining each other with Monica‟s in the middle, were magnificently appointed and had balconies facing the bright blue sea. The house sat on a cliff overlooking the water, with winding paths leading to the private beach below the precipice. It was like living out a fantasy for the three women of modest means, but they soon began to absorb the decadent pleasure they could enjoy here. The first week was a dream, the three girls getting up early each day with a delicious breakfast from Bertha the German cook. Then they climbed down to the beach to tan and swim, soaking in the warm tropical sun. In the evenings, after splendid dinners made by Bertha, Juan

would take them to the only town on the island, where they danced in the cantina until late into the night. Near the end of the first week Raul informed Monica that Sam would be joining them the next day, a surprise, albeit a nice one. Monica had felt bad that she was living in his vacation home while he was still working. The fact he was coming made her think she should do something to show her appreciation. He was her boss and she was always professional with him, but this was a vacation. She always found him attractive and who knew what might come up in this splendid location. The next day, while they were frolicking in the mild surf, Sam appeared on the beach. Treading out of the water Monica ran up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He noticed all three girls were wearing skimpy bikinis and their marvelously tanned bodies were as spectacular as he hoped. After she kissed him, she said, “Hi Sam! I would have given you a great big hug, but didn‟t want to soak you.” He looked at her damp flesh and asked, “How are you and the girls enjoying your vacation?” “We are having the time of our lives Sam!” “Good, I have some matters to attend to, but would like to have dinner with you and the girls. Can you be ready in two hours?” he asked the dripping wet beauty. “No problem, I‟ll make sure we are there.” “Good, now go have some more fun,” he said, as he turned and walked back up to the house. Two hours later the four were seated at the dining room table eating another grand meal prepared by Bertha. The first few days here, Monica tried to help the stern looking woman in the kitchen, but was shooed away by the cook. Apparently she guarded her turf like a hawk and by now Monica just accepted the royal treatment all of Sam‟s servants provided them. After dinner Sam took the trio to his study for an after dinner drink, once he had convinced Monica that Meg was old enough for one little drink. He opened a bottle of expensive champagne and poured it into four flutes. Once all held a glass, he raised his to make a toast. “To the three beautiful ladies who have added to the splendor of this island!” he said, as they all clinked their glasses and then they drained them. Monica sat in her cell, finally remembering the toast and what occurred just after it. First Meg, and then Maria, started to get light headed and sat down on a leather sofa. She remembered Sam helping them get seated, before turning toward her. She recalled looking at him and feeling dizzy herself, but then her memories faded away. She now knew that he must have spiked their drinks, but why? Frustrated she curled up on the cot to wonder and worry. When the door finally creaked open she instinctively curled up tight against the wall, afraid of who would enter the cell. A man entered, dressed totally in black, including gloves and a hood that concealed his features, a sight that made Monica cower in fear. Maybe it was not Sam who did this she thought, maybe they were kidnapped, a possibility that added to her horror. “On your feet, face the back wall with your hands behind your back,” he barked, his voice unfamiliar. “Where am I, what has happened to my daughters?” Monica cried. His response was a hard slap across her face, sending her crashing face down onto the cot. A boot shoved her ass until she reluctantly crawled off the end of the cot and assumed the ordered position. She felt the metal cuffs locked around her wrists; cinched so tight they pinched her skin. Then, before she knew it, he draped a cloth bag over her head plunging her into darkness. He grabbed her upper arm and maneuvered her out the door, the disoriented woman

stumbling to keep up with him. He held her arm tightly, jerking her around as he nearly dragged her along with him. Bound and blind, the terrified woman did her best to stay on her feet as the large man led her away from her cell. The floor was cold rough stone, her bare feet feeling abused as she stumbled along to an unknown destination. It was a short trip, abruptly ending when she was shoved against a barrier at waist height. Her handler moved behind her holding her still by gripping both her upper arms and pinioning her against the hard wood. “I can smell the fear on you woman, that is good, it will provide me much enjoyment,” came the unmistakable sound of Sam‟s voice, just in front of her. “Why are you doing this and where are my girls?” pled the horrified woman. “To answer your second question, they are still asleep, I gave them stronger doses than you. As to the first question, I have spent a long time planning this little adventure. You and your lovely daughters are now my property, your old lives are over and your new ones belong to me,” he replied in a matter-of-fact tone. “What are you talking about? That is crazy, you can‟t own people!” the stunned woman shrieked. “I can and I do, you and your daughters are just the latest additions to my collection. You should consider the fact that you are on an island in international waters where any rights you are accustomed to no longer apply. Add to that the fact that I used the last week to settle all your affairs and effectively make your family disappear. I brought you here via private transportation, so there is not even a record of where you went. I only tell you this so you can understand how helpless you are to do anything but what you are told.” Before she could digest what he said he yanked the hood off her head so he could see the look in her eyes. She blinked a few times before fixing her gaze on his face. She did look terrified, exactly what he expected and enjoyed. He stared at her coldly, like a predator who had his prey cornered. “Please Sam, do what you want with me but leave my girls alone,” she finally said, looking for any way to rescue her girls from this terrible turn of events. “Sorry Monica, but they are a big part of my plans. You see I have already succeeded at taking a woman and converting her to a willing sex slave. You and your daughters are my first attempt at subjugating more than one, and the fact you are a family only makes it that much more alluring,” came his cold reply. “Your are insane!” she cried, the terror rising inside her after hearing him say „sex slave.‟ “Perverted yes, but I am quite sane. I have invested two years in planning and executing this plan and now it is coming to fruition. You and your daughters will be trained to serve me and there is nothing you can do to stop it. But, I will offer you one choice, cooperate with me and your daughters will suffer far less than they could. I do not want your answer yet, first I want you to observe what I mean,” he replied, then looking up at the man behind her, he said, “Get her ready.” Sam dropped the hood back over her head and the masked man dragged her away. She screamed, “No please don‟t do this!” as she struggled against his tight grip. But there was no response and she was shoved along to another unknown place. She tried to fight back, but with her arms pinioned behind her back, it was useless. In minutes she found herself backed against a hard pole with straps wrapped around her body and legs, fixing her tightly to it. Then the hood was removed and she saw a large window in front of her, with Sam on the other side sitting at the table where she just stood. Before she could react, the man shoved a hard ball into her mouth and strapped it behind her neck. Then the strange voice said, “You will watch as your Master introduces your oldest daughter to her new life.”

Chapter 2: Maria’s Initiation Monica watched in mute horror as the hooded man, who had left her alone after gagging her, soon brought Maria into the room with Sam. She was cuffed and hooded like Monica was and still wearing her light blue dress from dinner and like her mother was barefoot. She could see the girl was visibly trembling and noticed her own body shook from her intense fear. But this time, when they entered the room, Sam stood up and walked over to them. They released her wrists as she struggled, each of the men taking one arm and pulling them apart to lock them to manacles hanging from the ceiling. They fixed her so she was facing the window Monica was looking through. Maria, to her credit, was struggling mightily, kicking and fighting against the men. Once her wrists were locked in place, they grabbed her ankles and locked them into cuffs chained to the floor, forcing the girl into a spread X of captured femininity. Monica was aghast as she witnessed them abusing her daughter, but unable to do anything other than watch the depraved scene. Maria strained and struggled in vain, her head still under the loose hood. Then she watched as Sam took a large knife and sliced away her clothes, leaving a tattered pile of cloth on the floor. The sight of her daughter, now naked and helpless with these two brutes was all Monica could stand and unable to stop it, she sobbed in despair. Sam took up a position behind the beautiful young lady and removed the hood, exposing the terror stricken face of Maria. The poor girl‟s face was wet with tears, as she cried and yelled in shocked disbelief, but Monica could hear nothing from where she was watching. She saw Sam rest his chin on Maria‟s shoulder and look directly into the mirror at her, as she tried to make eye contact with Maria. But the girl did not look like she saw her at all and she guessed it was oneway glass separating them. Hugging Maria and mauling her trembling breasts in his strong hands, Sam whispered, “As I just told your mother, you are now my property and you will learn how to serve me.” The girl tried to twist away, shocked and appalled she cried, “Take your hands off me! What are you talking about? Where am I? Where is my mom?” “So many questions, so few answers,” replied Sam, as he groped her generous tits while the girl squirmed in his grip. “All you need to know is that the three of you belong to me and I will use you as I see fit. Now feel free to scream all you like, no one can hear you.” He released his grasp on her exposed tits and stepped back, taking a coiled whip off his belt and unfurling it. As Maria continued to plead and question him, he cracked the whip in the air as he stood behind her. Maria could see him clearly in the large mirror in front of them, as fear gripped her and her mother who was forced to noiselessly watch the immoral scene from behind the glass. When the first blow landed across Maria‟s back with a loud CRACK, she screamed a bloodcurdling cry as her mother strained and shrieked into her gag. Watching her child stripped and whipped in front of her was a torture far worse than anything Sam could physically do to her, at least that was what she thought. Nine more times he wrapped the thin braided leather whip around Maria‟s torso, not only striping her back, but also leaving angry red stripes across her tanned belly and milky white tits. Maria struggled throughout, wailing and crying as her body absorbed each stinging strike. Monica was distraught as she watched the pain etched into her daughter‟s pretty face, cursing Sam in her mind, but knowing they were completely at his mercy, or lack thereof. After coiling and clipping the whip back onto his belt, Sam stepped up to Maria‟s back and this time reached down between her parted thighs. His hands explored her young pussy,

neatly framed by her trimmed blonde bush. Maria tensed as she felt his finger stroke her sex and particularly her clitoris. She strained against the cuffs holding her wide open, but could not evade his probing hands. Despite the pain he just inflicted on her and the frightening position she was in, his fingers quickly started a fire between her legs. Maria was sexually active, enjoying sex with several partners in the last couple of years. But the way Sam now toyed with her clit was different, and even under this massive duress, he easily manipulated her love bud until it was erect and throbbing with desire. Behind the glass Monica watched Sam‟s hands paw her daughter‟s sex and felt a new and desperate fear at what might happen next. The idea of watching him sexually abuse her daughter was far more disturbing than watching him whipping her had been. Maria‟s gyrations soon changed from resistance to an unabashed attempt to grind against the digits teasing her sex. Her breathing was ragged and her pleas of, „no, no, no.‟ soon lost their conviction. His hard strong body against her back and his experienced exploitation of her clitoris was having an effect on the young girl. Her pleas continued, despite the absence of sincerity in her voice. Again resting his chin on her shoulder, he whispered, “Beg me to fuck you girl and you won‟t feel the whip again today.” “No! Please no more!” she begged, appalled at what he asked of her, even as her pussy started to lubricate under the skillful attention of his fingers. “So you want ten more lashes?” he asked. “No, please don‟t make me say it!” she cried, unwilling to ask him to take her that way. “If you don‟t beg me to fuck you right now I will give you ten lashes far harder than the first ten,” he said, as he slipped a finger into her now moist tunnel. She gasped as she pushed her ass back from the intrusion into her pussy and felt his rigid cock through his pants. It was large and now nestled between her ass cheeks, sending an unspoken message to her juicy cunt. But he wanted her to actually ask for it, a thought that was deeply humiliating to the distressed girl. The alternative, however, was far more distressing. So she girded herself and said, “Please fuck me.” He pulled her tighter to his body and replied, “Not good enough, make me believe you girl.” “FUCK ME! PLEASE FUCK ME!” she screamed in desperation, partly afraid of the whip, but more so because her sex was on fire. Behind the glass Monica could see her lips move and knew what Maria was screaming. She closed her eyes, unable to watch what was apparently about to happen. She knew at that moment that Sam‟s cruelty knew no bounds, especially since it was obvious that he wanted to witness her daughter being raped. Even though she saw Maria ask to be fucked, she knew it was coerced and tantamount to rape. But Sam had different plans, and after Maria abased herself by begging to be fucked, he simply whispered, “Good girl, you will make quite a fine slut. But you won‟t feel my cock inside you until you beg from sincerity rather than from fear.” He put the hood back over her head and left her there, alone with the hooded man, as he returned to Monica. When he entered the room she still had her eyes closed, tears pouring down her cheeks as she imagined what was happening to Maria. He was stealthy as he took up a position just behind her. “Open your eyes bitch,” he said. Hearing his voice startled her and her eyes sprang open to see Maria being released from her bondage. The hooded man had released her wrists and was cuffing them behind her back again, her legs still secured wide apart. Monica wanted to look over her shoulder and face Sam, but she was fixated on Maria as the man now released her ankle cuffs and led her out of sight.

“I did not fuck your sweet little girl Monica, though I could have. You are the one I want, your daughters are simply additional bonuses should you fail to please me. When was the last time you felt a cock inside your pussy Monica?” he asked. The shocked woman was speechless, the answer to his question far too embarrassing to readily admit. The truth was that she had not had real sex since her divorce, deciding to focus all her attentions on raising her daughters. Nearly eighteen years since she had been with a man was a fact she never faced until now, and the thought shook her to her core. That simple question brought out feelings she had buried and a sense of loss she did not understand. “A long time,” she whispered, not willing to quantify the statement. Sam reached around and grabbed her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress and the flimsy bra beneath it. He massaged her orbs, feeling her nipples grow from the attention. He was enjoying this part, getting her to sacrifice herself, or so she would think to save her girls. “Are you willing to submit to me as my sex-slave to keep me from using your daughters instead?‟ he asked her. “I will do whatever you want if you leave my girls alone!” she cried. “We shall see,” he said, as he began to release Monica. *** Maria was a mass of confusion after Sam dropped the hood back over her head. She felt her wrists released and locked behind her back again, making no motion to resist, as her mind was a mass of uncertainty. When her ankles were released she drew her legs together, just before she was tugged by the arm and led away from where she was just bound. The hooded man took her to a small room and guided her to sit on a hard wooden chair. She felt a strange bulbous object protruding from the seat that nestled against her sex. Her arms were pinned between her back and the back of the chair and she felt straps wrapped around her torso above and below her naked breasts. Once the straps were tightened she was securely fixed to the chair, but it became worse as her ankles were pulled apart and lashed to the front legs. The hood was removed and she saw she was sitting in front of a large television screen, the screen black and shiny. The room was small and apparently contained just her in the chair and the television mounted on the wall facing her. The hooded man strapped a harness around her head, which forced a gag between her lips, eliminating her ability to question what was happening to her. He tightened the straps that encased her head. He did something above her and she felt her head pulled up as he locked a chain from the ceiling to the top of the harness. This forced her to stare forward at the blank screen. Then the man knelt in front of the chair-bound beauty and removed his mask. Maria saw a Hispanic man she did not recognize smiling at her and gagged as she was, could not say a thing, though a million questions ran through her rattled mind. This whole ordeal had left her in a state of shock, her flesh still burning from her recent taste of the lash and her pussy still moist from Sam‟s nimble fingers. “You are here because your mother is a whore girl, but I don‟t expect you to believe me. So I will leave you alone to watch and learn what kind of slut bore you,” he said, and then he stood up and left her alone. Maria strained against the straps holding her, but quickly learned she was here to stay. It seemed like a long time passed to the girl, as she sat there in the room, a single light above illuminating the dingy space. Then the light went out and she was dropped into complete darkness, a fear spreading across her and crawling across her bare flesh. Then, just as suddenly, the screen lit up and a buzzing started between her legs. The feeling was unmistakable, a vibrator was humming on the seat, and more powerful than the one she kept hidden in her bedroom.

But the feeling of pleasure between her legs was masked by what her eyes saw, Mom! She saw her mother standing in front of a seated Sam, slowly undressing for him. In fact, she was doing a sensual striptease, a sight the young girl could never have imagined her mother doing. Then, after Monica was naked, she sank to her knees and crawled between Sam‟s legs, reaching up and removing his cock from his pants. The bitch! She thought, as she watched her mother start to suck Sam‟s cock, looking like she was in heaven. What was going on she wondered, even as the buzz between her legs was starting to have its desired effect on her. She watched, half in fascination and half in a stupor of arousal that was building in her own sex. Maria was confused, enraged, appalled, and aroused all at the same time, and she thrashed in her bonds wanting to make it stop.

Chapter 3: Megan Begins Her Journey In a cell just like Monica had woken up in, Megan slowly came out of her drug-induced sleep. She reached up and rubbed her eyes before realizing something was wrong. Just like her mother she was soon pounding on the metal door screaming for help, and just like her mother also found it useless. She curled up on the bare cot, trying to remember what happened and soon came to the same realization her mother had reached. When the door banged open and the hooded man entered, she mimicked her mother again, curling up into a tight ball on the cot. Her pink summer dress that her mother made her wear to dinner making the girl feel vulnerable, she always hated dresses or skirts for leaving her privates too exposed. Megan was a virgin, a fact Sam suspected, and she was in no hurry to lose it, like her sister had done when she was a year younger than Megan. He barked the same order for her that he had given Monica earlier, but instead of protesting or questioning him, the terrified girl obeyed. In a minute she was shackled and hooded, and then led away from the tiny room. Like her sister and her mother, she stumbled along blind and scared from what was happening to her. Her trip was short, just being moved into another room with a stout chain hanging a few feet above the center of the floor. Megan had kept quiet, afraid to resist or protest the rough treatment, smart enough to know it could do her no good. Of the three Freeman women Megan, though youngest, was always the most levelheaded in the family. Both Maria and her mother had resisted and suffered for it, but so far Meg knew enough to comply with a brute that was twice her size. He guided her to the center of the room and said; “Bend over,” pushing between her shoulders as he spoke. As she bent over, he started lifting her wrists up by grasping her cuffs. She started to resist as one hand pushed her head down, while the other hoisted her wrists up, but it did not stop him from easily clipping her cuffs onto the dangling chain. When he stepped away she found her arms trapped up high behind her forcing her to bend over until her torso was nearly parallel to the floor. The strain was too much to bear; her shoulders were already strained and aching. She cried, “NO! Please let me down, I‟ll do whatever you want! It hurts, please!” The sound of a loud CRACK filled the room, as he swung a large wooden paddle against her backside. The thin dress and panties she wore did little to diffuse the impact, a shock of pain exploding in her flanks making her dance and scream. She was crying and pleading „No!‟ as he delivered two more equally devastating blows to her arse, the girl nearly wrenching her shoulders the way she danced about from the pain. “You will remain silent, further outbursts will earn even more severe corrections,” he said. She hung there, sobbing and terrified, as he started working on her bondage again. He attached cuffs to her ankles and pulling her legs apart he fastened a three-foot spreader bar between them. He followed that with another set of cuffs just above her knees held apart by a two-foot bar. She was severely restricted now, barely able to move and terrified like never before. The way she was stretched and bent over her dress was barely concealing her panty-clad buttocks, but after her cuffs were installed she felt her dress flipped up onto her back. Now the thin pink cotton of her panties barely protected her flanks, stretched taut by her splayed legs. She wanted to beg him to stop, but fear of another reprisal kept her tongue still. Her mind was in turmoil, sure that this position meant her precious virginity would be torn asunder.

But that did not happen; instead, he reached around her and yanked the hood off, then left the room, slamming the door as he exited. It took her a moment to realize her worst fear had not yet happened and she lifted her head to look around. The sight before her eyes made them grow wide, as she saw her own reflection in the mirrored wall facing her. Her face was damp from tears, her eyes red from crying and her beautiful hair was a mess. But the position she was in was shocking, seeing her hands cuffed and held up above her bowed head. Her body bent downward from the strain and her light dress and thin bra barely containing her large breasts as the mounds bulged against the straining material. She hung her head and started another crying fit, wondering what was happening to her and for that matter, her mother and sister too. The ache in her shoulders and the strain on her legs was becoming unbearable after a prolonged time alone, but when the door opened again she felt a pang of fear swell across her, afraid to look up and see who was coming into the room. But she could not resist and did lift her head, shocked to see a girl, one that looked not much older than she was. In the mirror she watched as the slim girl walked in, wearing high-heeled white pumps and a skimpy white tunic that barely concealed her large breasts and shapely figure. The girl walked around to face her and knelt on the floor just in front of Megan, the two girls‟ eyes meeting for the first time. She smiled at Meg, but the distraught girl merely stared back, the fear plain on her face. “I am Katia, my Master‟s slave. I am hear to start your training Meg,” she said, her voice melodic and reassuring, regardless of the words she just uttered. “Why is this happening? Where is my mother and Maria,” she asked, feeling a sense of safety despite the strange circumstances of this meeting. Katia put a finger to her lips, indicating silence, and said, “I will have to punish you for speaking, and I know you were warned. Don‟t speak again just listen. I won‟t tell you why you are here yet, because you would not believe me anyway. But you are here and you had best learn fast how to behave, so you don‟t suffer more than necessary.” Megan‟s mind was in shock, master‟s slave? She stared at the beautiful Katia, her delicate features so perfect. Almond shaped eyes that were as blue as Megan‟s, a pert nose and high cheekbones framed her face. Her blonde hair was strikingly similar to her own and what was most disconcerting was she seemed happy. She proclaimed herself a slave and looked absolutely delighted that she was. As she tried to think, Katia continued, “Now please remain silent so I can examine and prepare you.” The girl stood up and Megan noticed she was holding a pair of scissors, which were immediately used to cut the shoulder straps from her dress and then her bra straps. Katia stood just above Megan‟s head, her legs slightly parted so the girl‟s head was nearly between her legs as she used the scissors to cut down the back of her dress. Megan listened to the snipping sound as her dress was cut away, soon falling off her and onto the floor. Another snip and her bra fell on top of the crumpled fabric, leaving her breasts hanging free beneath her. But something else also caught Megan‟s attention, an aroma she recognized. With her head so close to Katia‟s loins she could smell her sex, the same smell she remembered from when she played with herself alone in her room at home. After she would come from her fingers caressing and exploring her own sex, Megan would curl up under the blankets and inhale the scent left on her fingers. That same smell was emanating from between Katia‟s thighs now and it stirred those erotic memories in the bound girl. Then Katia stepped away and moved behind Megan, taking the sickly sweet smell with her. She could feel her delicate hands now caressing the reddened cheeks of her ass, sending strange thrills into her own sex. The feeling was distressing, since she wanted no parts of the new

feeling building inside her. No way did she think she could be aroused given her current plight, it just wasn‟t possible, was it? Two quick snips and her panties fell away; leaving her disturbingly exposed to whatever Katia might want to do. The slave knelt behind Meg and she felt her hands pull her cheeks apart and her warm breath close to her exposed vulva. She wanted to cry NO, but somehow she refrained, knowing she was already warned twice and punished once for speaking without permission. When Katia‟s tongue started to lick around her puffy sex lips and her breath seeped into her pussy, she moaned involuntarily. Then Katia sucked Meg‟s clit into her mouth; sending wild sparks of pleasure up her spine. Megan groaned and moaned as Katia stirred up her honey pot, soon slick with the juices of her unwanted arousal. When Katia pulled away from Megan‟s sex after a few minutes, the distraught girl‟s first thought was, no, don’t stop! But Katia instead slipped her index finger into the entrance of her slick sex, and when it encountered her intact hymen, she heard Katia giggle like a little girl. “Master was right, you are a virgin aren‟t you Meg?” Katia asked the bound girl. “Yesss,” she sobbed, certain that it would not last for long now. “Good for you sweetie, you are nothing like your slutty sister, now let me show you how nice it can feel down here,” Katia replied, before dipping her tongue back between Meg‟s labia. A loud moan was wrenched from Meg as Katia‟s mouth created a delicious suction against her now throbbing clit. In just a few minutes Megan was fighting back against the pleasure Katia coaxed from her sex, but she soon lost the fight as she felt her pussy convulse in a powerful orgasm, far stronger than any she ever gave herself. But the lively mouth did not stop and the power of the climax became overwhelming as Megan shuddered in her bonds as her muscles corded and pulsed from the erotic attack. For nearly fifteen straight minutes Katia suckled Meg‟s cunt, driving the helpless girl to multiple orgasms, each stronger than the last. Any coherent thoughts were gone during that time; only the constant waves of pleasure coursing through her body mattered. This was depraved and insane, but she could not resist the feeling of elation Katia‟s mouth created in her sex. When she finally stopped Meg‟s head was spinning and her breathing was hard and ragged. As she stood up Katia asked, “How did that feel Meg?” “Uhh, wonderful, what are you doing to me?” she asked, unable to catch her breath as she spoke. “Teaching you the pleasures of slavery, but now it is time to seal up that precious cherry for our Master,” she replied, the response making Meg worry all the more. Pleasures of slavery, how can anyone find pleasure in something so evil, she thought? As she tried to regain her senses, Meg felt a thick leather belt cinched around her waist. She felt another strap pulled up between her legs and through her ass crack, cinched tight to the waist belt, effectively sealing her sex and bum hole beneath the tight leather. When she was done locking Meg‟s loins shut, she picked up the paddle and said, “I am sorry about this next part, but rules are rules.” She proceeded to spank her ass six times with the heavy wooden paddle, twice as many blows as the first time. Meg screamed and cried as each blow sent shockwaves of pain through her tortured flesh, leaving her ass feeling like a burning fire raged across it. But after the last blow, while she cried in sheer agony, Katia released her wrists and helped her to stand back on her feet. Katia removed the spreader bars, but left the cuffs on her legs, connecting short chains between them, as she helped the crying girl close her legs and then slipped the hood back over her head. Katia stepped in front of the hooded girl and started to massage her generous tits, a full 38D cup, just like her mother‟s and Maria‟s.

As she massaged her tits, Katia leaned close to the hooded girl‟s ear and whispered, “Don‟t worry Meg, if you listen and obey I will teach you how to enjoy your new life, now come with me.” She steadied the girl and then took her by her upper arm and led her from the cell. Megan stumbled along, the burning in her ass reminding her that silence and obedience were required now.

Chapter 4: Monica Submits Sam had released Monica from the pole, but left her gagged with her wrists locked behind her back. He led her from the room into a hall, and without the hood she could see the old stone passage. It looked like an honest to goodness dungeon, with moldy old rock walls and dim lights hanging from the rough stone ceiling. “This was an old Spanish fort, built over three centuries ago. I built my villa on top of it, but it comes in handy for times such as these,” he said, as if he were a tour guide. If not for the gag Monica would have made a flip statement about his nonchalant description of her family‟s prison. She was sure the girls were here somewhere and all she could think about was seeing them again. She would abase herself in anyway he wanted, if it could lessen their suffering and maybe give her the chance to see them again. At least that was what she kept telling herself, even though her body still quaked with fear at the prospect of sexually submitting to Sam. They came to a heavy metal door that Sam opened, revealing a staircase climbing up into bright white light. As she climbed the stairs she saw they were back inside his villa, but her mind remained below, worrying about her girls. He led Monica up another set of stairs and to his bedroom. Once inside he guided her into his bathroom, unbound and ungagged her, and ordered her to shower, then join him in his room. Left alone she looked at herself in the mirror, her disheveled hair and streaked makeup made her look alien to herself. She started crying, but then he entered again and said, “In the shower bitch, no time to feel sorry for yourself now. If you are not done in ten minutes, then you get to watch Megan feel the lash.” He left after barking at her and she quickly stripped and took her shower, working fast to meet his deadline. Her mind was numb knowing she would soon be required to offer up her body for his pleasure. But she kept reminding herself that she was doing this for her daughters‟ sakes, even though she wondered if he would honor his promise. But she had no choice; resistance would definitely cause Meg the same painful humiliation Maria just underwent. After she stepped from the shower and toweled herself off she took a brush by the sink and combed out her long blonde hair, not having enough time to dry it. She meekly exited the bath to see Sam sitting in a large leather wingback chair. She walked over to face him, with both hands covering her blonde bush and her arms trying to conceal her large breasts. Pointing to a pile of clothes on the bed, Sam said, “Get dressed.” She saw the small pile of black lacy garments, found the panties and slipped them up her long legs. Then she found the bra, nearly translucent and a size too small, and she put it on, having to squeeze her tits into its tight confines. Finally she picked up the dress, also quite sheer, with floral patterns printed on the thin fabric. She slid it over her head and once adjusted, she looked extremely sexy, even with damp hair and no makeup. “Dance for me slave,” he said. She was shocked by his command and tried to obey, looking stiff and uncomfortable as she did. He threatened to beat Megan if she did not improve her performance and though scared and unsure, Monica soon improved her movements, starting to look sexy as she writhed and twisted in front of him. “Now you will slowly strip, enticing me as you do it,” he ordered. Wondering why he just did not take her and confused by this turn of events, Monica slowly peeled the dress off her toned body. She slid the shoulder straps down her arms and

slowly pulled the bodice down, until it pooled at her ankles, where she stepped out of it before kicking it aside. Next she started to paw at her breasts, squeezing and caressing them through the thin bra. Though what she was doing revolted her, she could not deny the strange sexual sensations that started to build inside her. Too many years without sex had left her vulnerable, and strutting her near naked body in front of Sam had awakened a sleeping need inside her. As she danced, Sam said, “Admit it Monica, you need me, you need a man to take you and use you. You have denied your needs too long, it is time to surrender to your feelings.” “No,” she whispered, though her sex was now slick with the juices of arousal. “Yes you do Monica and you know it, now show me your tits,” he said, a wicked smile etched on his face. She unclasped the bra and let it fall, taking her orbs in her hands and squeezing them. What was he doing? Her mind was in turmoil, yes her body craved intimate attention, but under these circumstances her sensibilities could not accept it. “You can feel the heat building inside you woman, don‟t deny it, you want my cock inside you, now say it,” he demanded. “Yesss,” she purred, partly obeying his command, but also prompted by the itch inside her womb. Yes you bastard, she thought, I want to feel a cock in my pussy, but why does it have to be like this? “Now the panties, show me what you have to offer,” he said. She slid the tiny panties down her legs and turned around. Then, much to her own dismay, she bent over and spread her legs to give him a clear view of her sex, now dripping with her juices. “On your knees and crawl between my legs,” he said, and without even a slight hesitation her body obeyed. Once between his strong thighs, he said, “Take it out and suck it Monica.” She fumbled with his fly and managed to pull it down, finding his cock behind it with no underwear to impede her. She pulled the semi-erect member from his pants and felt it throb in her hands. This started as a coercive ordeal, but now Monica had surrendered to her desires and took the cock between her lips. It felt so good in her mouth as she sucked it and it swelled and hardened inside her moist mouth. Any thoughts about her daughters, or why she was doing this, were gone, for now she was just living in this moment. Sam was impressed with her behavior, not just because it showed her need for sex, but also because the cameras recording this would help to twist her daughters perceptions. Divide and conquer, he thought, knowing that perverting Monica‟s daughters‟ view of their own mother would help to dissolve any taboos that could hinder his ultimate plan for this trio. He needed a good long show of her willingness to convince her offspring that their mother was his willing slave. Once his cock was hard as a rock, he said, “Undress me,” as he stood up, his erect organ sliding from Monica‟s eager mouth. She undid his belt and pants, lowering them to the floor and removing them as he stepped out of them. Then she stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest lightly covered with hair. Once he was naked and the two stood facing each other, he took her head in his hands and planted a deep and sensual kiss on her lips, his tongue snaking into her mouth. The aroused woman could not resist and reciprocated, deeply kissing the man who had imprisoned her. His hands reached down and cupped her buttocks, pulling her close to him. She responded by grinding her hips against his, feeling his hard wet cock rubbing against her belly. He broke away from the kiss and said, “Tell me what you want Monica.” Her need for sex was now the only thing on her mind and surprising herself, she said, “Fuck me Sam.”

“Please fuck me master,” he replied. “Please fuck me master,” she repeated, feeling reviled and stimulated all at once. “Kneel on the chair,” he ordered, as he spun her around to face the seat. She knelt facing the back of the chair as she felt his hot body against hers. He slid his cock to the entrance of her pussy and nudged the head into the slick folds, causing her to moan with clear desire. “Now beg for it slave,” he said, his hands wrapped around her body and kneading her tits. “PLEASE FUCK ME MASTER!” she yelled, aching to feel his cock deep inside her steaming sex. Sam obliged by driving his cock all the way in, his hips mated against her tight butt cheeks. She cried in delight, remembering how wonderful a cock felt inside her pussy. He fucked her hard and fast, pounding their flesh together and making Monica squeal in carnal delight. The feeling inside her was like a white-hot poker, skewering her libido and forcing her to submit to her own denied desires. After he had pumped her for quite a while, taking her to the brink of an orgasm, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the bed. On her back now, he pulled her legs wide apart and entered her again, now facing her as he fucked her with wild abandon. Her eyes were glazed as he stared down at the impaled woman, nearly ready to pop he thought. Looking down at the delirious woman, he said, “Come for me slave, let go!” She could feel the orgasm building and screamed, “YESSS! I‟m coming, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Her head thrashed as Sam felt her pussy convulsing in unbridled release, trying to milk his cock of its precious juices. But he was prepared, having fucked Katia several times before they awakened Monica. He also took one of those blue pills, just so he could fuck Monica senseless. And that is what he did, tossing her about like a rag doll and fucking her in positions she never even imagined. For over an hour he ravaged the willing MILF, until she was nearly incoherent from the multiple orgasms that wracked her body. The finale came with him pumping his cock and it‟s come all over her face, leaving her coated in his milky white discharge. She was a sweaty mass of overused womanhood, sprawled across his bed and barely conscious. While she was still in a swoon of sexual satisfaction, he cuffed her wrists and ankles, securing them to the four corners of the bed. Nice time was over; the video he had made would be sufficient. Now she would start her training properly, learning to live in bondage and distress. He left her there for now, eager to see how his other trainees were faring.

Chapter 5: Maria Gets a Double Dose Though her anger with her mother was inflamed after watching her fuck and suck Sam, the vibrator against her cunt had softened Maria. As she was forced to watch her mother eagerly submit to Sam‟s carnal needs, the damn bulge against her crotch also forced quite a few orgasms from the bound girl. She was sweating and shaking in her bonds long after the screen went dark and the vibrator stopped buzzing. She was left alone in the dark and forced to live within her mind, as she had no control of the world around her. She felt weak, scared, and in complete shock from the powerful sexual torment she just endured. Her anger and shock over her mother‟s behavior was eventually overrun as orgasm after orgasm had rocked her body. She hated herself for letting what she watched arouse her even more, mainly because what she witnessed is what she started to want. Even now her sore pussy had an empty ache to it, as if it was craving a big hard dick like Sam‟s. She worried about what was happening to her, shocked once she realized the seat she was on was soaked with her juices. It was starting to dry and fused her flesh to the wooden seat, like perverted glue. Her arms ached from being bound between her body and the chair and she felt so drained that it was hard to keep her head erect. She slipped between consciousness and incoherence as she tried to understand why she was feeling like this. *** Sam entered his study to find Katia kneeling naked behind his desk, in her correct place. He walked by the displayed slave, her eyes cast downward, as if she was not there and took his seat. He depressed three buttons on a console, summoning his other servants. He leaned back in his chair to wait, while gazing at Katia‟s cute little rump. “Tell me slave, how is your pupil?” he asked her. “She is in her new home, waiting for me to bring her food,” replied Katia, remaining still and not looking up at her Master. He picked up a crop lying on his desk and cracked it across that devilish little rump of hers. She remained still and quiet as he watched the angry red welt blossom across her cheeks. Smiling now, he said, “You masochistic little cunt, you did that on purpose. Don‟t worry, I will still beat you to your heart‟s content, now give me a full report!” His tone was jovial to start, but stern at the finish. “She is, as you suspected, a virgin master and I sealed her loins to protect her cherry for you. She is also easily aroused and I gave her a sampling of a slave‟s passion, she took to it well,” Katia replied, her tone completely sober and to the point. “Do you feel you can seduce her?” he asked. “Yes master, I can properly prepare her to serve you.” “Good, you may go and start her on the cocktail. Report to my room after your next session with her,” he said, enjoying the sight of her lithe body crawling across the room toward the door. Shortly after she left the door opened and Raul, Juan, and his brother Manuel came into the room. They took seats across the desk from Sam, all of them smiling quite broadly. Sam got up, walked around the desk and leaned back against the front edge. “Looks like we are off to a good start gentlemen, now let‟s discuss the next steps,” said Sam and the men reviewed the next stages of the process they had started. Sam thought of it as a

symphony of submission, a choreographed group of three separate, yet intertwined training regimens. All pointed toward a culmination that would bring them back together in a way they could not imagine. The meeting lasted less than an hour, as the regimen of the next few days were laid out and finalized. Sam then sent his men on their way; they had slaves to train. He sat back and watched a replay of his romp with Monica, thinking that for a mother of two she was a hot and sexual woman. Soon, he thought, she would discover the darker side of her life; Raul had that effect on women. After he finished watching the video of Monica rutting like the bitch she was, he brought up some video of Maria, poor Maria. What he planned for her was the most demeaning form of slavery. Juan and his de-hooded brother Manuel were about to start her conversion from woman to bitch, a human dog. She was about to be reduced to a mere pet, a kinky toy for Sam‟s amusement. But tonight Sam reserved for Katia, proud that she had shown no signs of jealousy from other slaves encroaching on her territory. In fact, he saw how enthused she was to be a part of this escapade and this night he would reward her. The beating she craved would not only satisfy her slavish desires, but would leave the marks Megan needed to see to understand the gravity of her captivity. He looked at his watch and knowing he still had an hour before Katia would come, he went to his room and took a long hot bath to relax. *** When the brothers left Sam‟s study, Manuel pulled a remote from his pocket and activated Maria‟s vibrator. He set it to high, far more powerful than the first time. He knew that by the time he reached her she would be cumming like a whore. He wanted her nearly incoherent so the two of them could quickly move her to her training kennel. When they arrived at the door to the room she was in they could hear her screaming from delirious pleasure. Juan opened the door, ushering his brother in, finding Maria thrashing in her chair. She was trying to escape the hyper pulsing head of the vibrator rattling her senses, but she was too tightly restrained. When the monster came to life in the dark room, Maria cried like a cat in heat, her highly sensitive cunt erupting into yet another climax nearly immediately. She fought like a tiger to lift herself off the pulsing bubble against her sex. The truth was the first session was so good that her body craved another round, reacting accordingly. She never even noticed the men as they took up positions one in front and one in back of her. Juan, standing behind her, grabbed her head and tilted it back to stare into her wild eyes. Manuel grabbed her nipples at the same time, twisting them roughly. The fear welled up in her eyes, as she screamed up at Juan, “NO PLEASE STOP!” Using one hand to grab her by the hair, he used the other to slap her back and forth across her cheeks, while yelling, “Bitches don‟t talk, let alone ask for something! Speak only when asked a question and keep your answer to yes sir or no sir! Am I clear?” Amid her screams and cries, she managed a pitiful, “Yes sir.” He stopped slapping her, but Manuel continued to twist her nipples. Maria was recovering from the slap fest and was focused on the orgasm raging higher, moaning in abject misery as she stared up at her tormentor. She was afraid to resist as her body quaked from erotic pulses that just would not stop. He started to look blurry as her head spun, her nipples screaming in pain and her orgasm continuing its ascent. As they expected she soon succumbed and fainted dead away in their grip. Working like a Formula One pit crew, the two men had her off the chair and carried across the dungeon to her new billet in just a few minutes. They brought her to a room that she

would call home for most of her initial training. It had several items that would be used to teach her her new role, but none more blatant than the large doghouse in the corner with the sign that said, „bitch maria.‟ But that was for later, as the men laid her limp body across a small table. They positioned her so her head hung over one end and her ass nearly hung off the other side. Juan took her arms and tied them down to the legs of the table, winding coils of rope around each of them. Manuel used rope to securely fix her upper thighs to the corners of the table and then bent her ankles back to her thighs. Having finished with her arms, Juan joined him and they wrapped her legs with rope from ankles to knees. To finish, they tied the ends at her knees to the table legs with her arms, pulling open her pussy and ass cheeks. Manuel moved to her head, while Juan positioned himself between her splayed legs. Maria was moaning, having a hard time breathing with her neck bent backwards as she was slowly coming around. Manuel lifted her head enough so she could see down her body when they roused her, his brother standing there with his cock out and at attention. Manuel started tapping her cheeks, saying, “Wake up you little bitch. Come on slut, wake up.” Maria opened her eyes, feeling dreamlike, until she saw Juan and his hard cock between her wide spread legs. The look dissolved into renewed fear, as the reality of this moment seeped into Maria‟s addled brain. Juan just smiled and tapped his erection against her slick pussy, sending fresh jolts of pleasure into the susceptible girl. She could feel Manuel behind her holding her head up, afraid to move a muscle or utter a sound. “Would you like my brother to fuck you bitch?” asked Manuel, tilting her head back so she could look up at him. She thought she should say no, but that is not what they wanted to hear and it would have been a lie anyway. She replied, “Yes sir,” her voice sounding truly sincere, making her feel like a disgusting whore for admitting how aroused she felt right now. “You are a horny little cunt aren‟t you?” “Yes sir.” “You want Juan‟s big cock in your pussy do you?” “Yes sir,” her every reply making the humiliations grow, but that hard cock slapping her swollen pussy was driving her mad. “Then you have permission to tell us what kind of bitch you are and how bad you want that cock. Make us believe you, or else!” Manuel barked, gripping her nipples with his fingers as a warning, as her head rested against his pelvis. Trapped like an animal, her hormones raging out of control, Maria screamed, “I‟m a horny little cunt and a bitch! Please fuck me sir, my pussy aches to feel your beautiful cock inside me!” praying it was enough to satisfy them. Juan smiled and eager to feel her wet hole wrapped around his cock, he plunged his cock into her cunt until their bodies slammed together. She screamed, “YES! THANK YOU SIR!” another orgasm erupting inside her steaming cunt. Manuel slapped her tits hard, yelling, “We warned you about speaking bitch!” As Manuel‟s hands reddened her white orbs with his violent blows, Maria screamed incoherently. Juan‟s cock sent her into another convulsive series of climaxes, now enhanced by the beating her tits endured. Her rapidly dwindling senses registered this new and painful humiliation, feeling lower than dirt as her body reacted to their cruel attentions. As Juan pounded into her clenching pussy, Manuel jammed a ring behind her teeth and strapped it behind her neck. The delirious girl looked up at him with a vacant look in her eyes as he secured the gag in her mouth. She moaned and gurgled as he lowered her head with one hand

and took his own cock out of his pants. He slid his cock through the ring and was pleased to feel the bitch lick the shaft of his cock as he slid it back and forth in her mouth. “Lick it good bitch, when Juan is done it will be my turn. This is what you live for now, so you ought to get used to it,” said Manuel as he face-fucked the moaning girl. He only slid it half way in each time, not wanting to gag her, yet. Maria moaned and ran her tongue over the shaft pumping in her mouth, now enjoying the feel of two cocks inside her at once and hating herself for it. She knew a lot of her friends considered her easy, and she did love sex, but what these people were doing to her was like taking a powerful drug. She had no control of her body anymore and her mind was rapidly becoming obsessed with these new and intense feelings. As she wallowed in her pit of despair and perverted euphoria, she felt Juan‟s cock stop and start to pulse deep inside her. The feeling of his hot spunk filling the folds in her pussy felt so good, making her feel like she just did something special. If they were going to make her into a sex toy, feeling Juan come inside her made her feel like she was succeeding. In her scrambled psyche she began to accept this as inevitable, she was a horny whore and they would use that to control her. The men switched places, and as she licked their mingled secretions from Juan‟s cock, Manuel drove his rigid member into her sex. Maria was lost in a sea of carnal lust, surrendering to the helplessly delicious way these men were treating her. Her inner slut was free and she felt voracious, eager for more stimuli. Juan gave her what she needed when he started molesting her tits while she was tonguing his cock. Once Manuel filled her with another load of spunk she was nearly incoherent, consumed by the massive orgasms she just experienced. Drained was not a sufficient description of her state of mind; empty was a more fitting term. It was like they drained the old Maria from her mind, replacing her with a ravenous sex toy only quenched when all her energy was spent. As she floated in her stupor, Juan slid a board into a slot on the table behind her neck and rested her head on it. He looked at her half-closed eyes and saw the far-away look in them, knowing she was not likely to hear anything at this point. He removed the ring gag, but used a length of rope to bind her head to the board, wrapping it over her eyes and cleaving her mouth too. He knew that when she regained her senses the constriction of her head would elevate her anxiety and they wanted her stressed and confused. “She didn‟t get to clean my cock yet,” complained Manuel. “Don‟t worry brother, this bitch will get to know your cock quite well. I will take the first shift; you go get some rest. I‟ll clean up her cunt and put on her paws, but I‟ll leave her first enema for you.” “Sounds good, I‟ll bring her first cocktail back with me,” replied Manuel, now dressed and ready to go. He left as they would now take turns working on the girl, denying her rest and relaxation in order to squash her will. What Sam wanted from her required the most invasive dominance; she would rarely have a moment‟s peace until she was full trained.

Chapter 6: Megan in her Cage Megan knelt in the center of her cage, her knees hurting from the metal barred floor, but her options were limited. A metal collar was locked around her neck with a large padlock that was lying against her chest. Connected to it was a chain hanging from the center of the cage above her head. The cage itself was about four feet high and a little wider around, made of thin metal rods. It was circular and the bars bent inward starting three feet up and were welded together in the center where her collar chain was attached to it. The devilish nature of her predicament was that the chain was too short to allow her to sit down and also too short to lean against the bars. She had two choices, to squat on her feet or to kneel. For now she was kneeling, but her knees were begging her to change position again. She was still naked, which bothered the normally shy girl, with her wrists locked behind her back and the crotch harness cutting into her privates. Thankfully Katia had removed the hobbles and the thigh cuffs before leaving her alone. When Katia had brought her here and locked the collar around her neck, she considered resisting or at least protesting, but the throbbing burn in her ass kept her lips sealed. She remained docile as she was caged and chained, though now she wondered if she did the right thing. Cooperating seemed wrong, but the dull ache in her haunches gave her pause. Katia, a girl apparently happy to be considered a slave, confused her. How was that possible, she wondered? Katia left her alone like this, telling Meg she would bring back some food when she returned. That seemed like an eternity ago to the collared and caged beauty, as she shifted from one position to another in her tiny prison. Her pussy still tingled from Katia‟s earlier attentions, another dilemma for the young girl to process. Everything that was happening to her, and likely her mother and sister she thought, was just too bizarre to rationally process. This was something the practical girl could not quite understand, lust like the little itch she felt between her legs. When Katia finally returned, Meg felt a sense of relief, something about the cute slave girl made her feel safe. At least as safe as someone could feel, naked and chained in a cage. Katia had a tray with her that held a large glass and a large piece of bread. Meg wanted to say something when she saw Katia, but remembered the rule of silence and not wanting more pain she kept quiet. Katia placed the tray on a small table and opened the cage door, crawling inside to kneel facing Meg. The two girls stared at each other for a moment, Katia looking sweet and Meg feeling exposed. Katia was wearing her white tunic while Meg‟s nudity embarrassed the chained girl. Katia reached up and released the chain from the top of the cage and using it like a leash, backed out of the cage making Meg shuffle out on her knees. She led her over to the table and Katia sat down on a short stool next to it with Meg kneeling between her legs. “Are you hungry slave?” Katia asked. “Yes,” replied Meg. “Yes mistress is the proper reply, and if a man is using you, you will refer to him as master. Now let‟s try again, are you hungry slave?” “Yes mistress,” replied Meg, the reality of this perverted world sinking in to her psyche. Katia picked up the piece of bread on the tray, broke off a small piece and offered it to Meg. The ravenous girl took it in her mouth and slowly chewed it, never breaking her gaze from the slave that was now her mistress. Her mind was trying to understand this whole scenario, but

nothing made sense to her. Slowly Katia fed her pieces of the bread until it was gone and then she took the glass from the tray and held the straw in it up to Meg‟s lips. “Drink it all Meg, it is a special slave drink, full of vitamins and such to keep you healthy,” said Katia, knowing full well that other things were in the drink. It was a concoction that Sam had developed by a kinky doctor to nourish slaves, while pumping them up with hormones and certain drugs that would leave them more susceptible to his training. Meg slurped down the drink, the feeling of emptiness in her belly slowly dissipating as the bread and drink filled her belly. When the glass was drained and returned to the tray, Katia told Meg to stand up and guided her back toward the cage. But instead of putting Meg inside it, she was shoved against the bars and her collar chained to the top of it. It was tight enough to force Meg to bend at the waist, the metal bars pressed tightly against her belly and breasts. Katia pulled her legs apart and locked her ankle cuffs to the bars, leaving her naked sex exposed again, something Meg had yet to accept, embarrassing her once again. Then Katia finally released her wrists from behind her back, now anchoring them apart to the bars of the cage. This left Meg looking like she was hugging the cage, her pert rump jutting out, open and available. Meg watched as Katia crawled into the cage and faced her from inside it, squeezing each of her tits between the bars six-inch gaps. Katia then began to suck on Meg‟s nipples, causing the distraught girl to moan again, unable to resist the gentle feelings of Katia‟s tongue and lips on her flesh. She made sure they were hard and erect before clamping them with tight metal clamps, causing Meg to cry in pain. She used a small metal clip to connect the clamps, pulling Meg‟s nipples and breasts together, trapping them inside the cage. The searing pains in her trapped buds made Meg forget the rule, and she pled, “Please mistress take them off, they hurt.” “I thought you were a smart girl Meg, now you get twelve lashes for speaking. Do you want to make it twenty-four?” asked the impish slave, now out of the cage and standing behind Meg‟s exposed ass. “No mistress, I‟m sorry mistress,” replied the defeated girl, cursing herself for speaking when she knew better. Without another word Katia wheeled over a small stand with a vibrator mounted to it and positioned it just inches from Meg‟s belted sex. She removed the lock holding the crotch strap in place and peeled the damp leather out of her crack and let it dangle between Meg‟s legs. She then moved the vibrator‟s head into place, pushing against Meg‟s virginal cunt. “Because I like you I will deliver your punishment while you feel something special,” said Katia, turning on the vibrator as she spoke. The vibrations in her crotch made Meg gasp and moan, the intense pleasure far more than she could stoically accept. All her attention was focused on her cunt when the first blow landed, this time with a stiff bamboo cane. Her ass erupted in pain and she screamed from the shock, even as her pussy rumbled and pulsed from the assault it was enduring. After each blow Meg could feel Katia rubbing the cane against her ass, while the vibrator just below it raged against her clit. Each blow was agonizing, but between each the pleasure between her thighs grew. On the tenth stroke something strange happened, as the pain exploded against her ass, her pussy erupted throwing her into a violent climax. More distressing was that the final two lashes made the orgasm more intense and her mind so much more confused. After Katia discarded the cane, she draped herself over Meg‟s back, grinding her body into the convulsing girl‟s back, feeling her orgasm ripple through her flesh. She whispered into Meg‟s ear, “We are all slaves to our libido, learn this lesson and your life will become better.”

“Yes mistress,” purred Meg, the vibrator sending her into a vulnerable state of mind. At that moment Meg was completely enthralled by her mistress, willing to do anything to keep the pleasure going. Katia slid down her back, licking the concave furrow of Meg‟s spine until she reached the top of the girl‟s ass. Twelve red welts adorned her still pink cheeks and Katia licked her way across each of them. The pain Meg felt burning in her ass was juxtaposed by Katia‟s gentle tongue, and she responded by having a second orgasm, even before the first ended. Finally, when Katia knew Meg was in a state of unbridled arousal, she turned off the vibrator and began to release her from her bondage. Meg was severely confused, her body feeling electric from the power of her climaxes. She gripped the bars of the cage to help stay on her feet as the bonds holding her were removed. Finally the only things holding her to the cage were her clamped nipples. Katia stood back and said, “Stand up Meg, the clamps will come off on their own.” The shaky girl was afraid, her nipple pain had returned once the vibrator stopped. She had no idea why they did not hurt as much while the vibrator was buzzing against her sex, but now she was confronted with an order that would clearly cause her severe pain. But measuring the pain she currently felt and her desire to remove it, she pushed herself up slowly, first stretching her nipples and then popping the clips off as she screamed from the burning pain in her chest. Her head was spinning as she stood up, unaware that the drugs in her cocktail were starting to work. Katia came up behind her and reached around her to grasp Meg‟s tits and fondle her sore nipples. Meg felt like butter as Katia‟s soft body enveloped her back and slowly eased her down to her knees on the floor. Katia then stepped around Meg and moved her pelvis toward Meg‟s face, lifting her tunic to expose her pussy. Meg, through clouded eyes, was confronted with the site of her pink slit, shaved bare and adorned with a gold ring in each of her outer labia. She could smell the sweet aroma of Katia‟s cunt and unexpectedly found herself wanting to taste it. “Have you ever tasted another girl‟s cunt Meg?” asked Katia, as she straddled Meg‟s upturned face. “No mistress,” replied the kneeling girl, looking up at Katia as she spoke. “Then it is high time you did, now start by licking up and down my slit,” she told Meg, using a hand to guide her head to her cunt. Meg licked along the folds of Katia‟s cunt, enjoying the taste of her damp sex. Katia directed the naïve girl, showing her how to please a pussy with her mouth. Katia had to lean back against the cage as her pupil licked and sucked her pussy with obvious passion. Soon she had both hands holding Meg‟s head against her sex and she felt a strong orgasm ripple through her, thinking that this new slave had great potential. Once she finished enjoying Meg‟s first taste of girl-girl sex, Katia slid down onto her knees to face Meg. Katia‟s juices glistened on her face and much to Meg‟s surprise she found their mouths locked together in a deep sensual kiss. She had never had any attraction to girls before, but Meg was deeply affected by this little slave and the way she made her feel. The two slaves shared a very intimate and erotic time exploring each other‟s body‟s as they were soon wrestling like lovers on the floor. Eventually Katia remembered her task and upcoming appointment with her master and peeled herself off the panting Meg. She rolled the dazed girl onto her belly and locked her wrist cuffs together again, then helped her back into her cage. This time Katia had her lay on her belly as she secured her harness in through her loins and pulled her ankles up and locked them to Meg‟s wrists. Katia then crawled from the cage leaving the hogtied Meg lying flat on the floor.

“Get some sleep Meg, your lesson‟s will continue tomorrow. Now I have to report to master for a punishment I need badly. Sleep tight my little pet,” she said, as she turned out the lights and left Meg alone again. Before exhaustion took its toll, Meg thought about what just happened. Was she a lesbian? Why was she so susceptible to Katia‟s attentions? She had made out with a few boys, but what just happened with Katia was indescribable. The poor girl was a mass of confusion and strange feelings as she drifted off for some much needed sleep.

Chapter 7: Monica Molested Raul entered Sam‟s bedroom to find Monica still asleep and bound to the bed. He took the syringe he brought with him and injected it into her arm, wanting to keep her asleep as he moved her back down to the dungeon. He released her bonds and threw her limp body over his shoulder to carry back down to the bowels of the building. He brought her to a room with a wooden frame mounted to the wall. He lowered her to sit upon a wooden shelf mounted to the wall between the heavy uprights of the frame. Holding her steady between his body and the wall, he locked her wrist cuffs to stout rings on the uprights, mounted slightly higher than her head. Once her arms were secured, he took a length of rope and began wrapping it around her back, criss-crossing it over her chest. He slowly wrapped her breasts between the tight coils of rope until the soft flesh bulged and tightened in its grasp. Raul loved tits and especially torturing them, thinking now that this whore had a pair of near perfect targets for his benefit. Once they were securely compressed, he ran the rest of the rope up from her back, pulling it up and tying it to a ring in the wall above her head. Now that her upper body was secure, he moved to her ankles, lifting both legs up and pushing them back toward the wall. He connected her ankle cuffs to chains hanging from the top of the frame, connected near the corners by the uprights. This left her nearly lifted off the narrow shelf, her pussy and asshole open and inviting to the man standing between her legs. He stood back to admire his handiwork and decided to add ropes to her thighs, just above her knees, tied off to each of the uprights. This would make it impossible to close her legs when she was awake again; her lower holes open and ready for his pleasure. While she continued to sleep, he took a razor and a bowl of soapy water, shaving off her blonde bush. He carefully worked the razor around her lips and the folds of her genitals, leaving her pussy bare and smooth. After her sex was properly clean he started to strip, preparing now to take the prize he so eagerly craved. He stood naked before Monica, stroking the ten-inch cock that was about to teach her what being stuffed really meant. It was not just long, but thick enough that Raul‟s long fingers did not touch as he gripped and pumped it. He savored the moment, ready to rouse this bitch and really show her what her new role in life entailed. He rubbed it against her swollen pussy, the flesh a dark pink from the sexual romp she just enjoyed with Sam. It was still slick with her juices and he used them to lubricate the head of his cock. He reached under the shelf where her ass rested and released a clasp that let it fold down against the wall. Monica‟s body descended several inches until her bindings tightened enough to support her weight. Now that all was ready, he cracked an ammonia capsule under her nose and in just a few seconds she twisted her head to avoid the fumes, coming out of her drug induced stupor. The sedative he injected would leave her groggy, but capable of staying awake. She looked up, realizing she was in dire straights the way her body ached from being pinioned to the wall. She recognized the smiling Raul facing her, and when she looked down to see what was slapping her belly her eyes went wide with terror. “Yes Monica, it is quite large,” said Raul in his lilting accent. “No, please don‟t put that in me, you will kill me,” she muttered, realizing her cunt was gaping and unprotected.

“It won‟t kill you slave, but it will teach you a lesson in pain. You have much to learn about becoming a slave and the first lesson is that your holes are designed to be used by your owners,” he said, slowly sliding his prick up into her wet pussy. “AAAAHHHHHHHH,” she moaned as she felt her sex stretched nearly as much as she did when her girls were coming out of it. She could not take her eyes off the jet black rod as it climbed into her pale flesh, her muscles tensing and a cold sweat breaking out across her skin. A little over half way into her cunt she could feel it pushing against her cervix, her pussy distended and strained to its limits. He stopped and said, “See, you are still alive and doing quite well I must say, I can feel you pulsing on my shaft. Now beg me to fuck you good,” he said. “No stop, please no more,” she whimpered. “Wrong answer,” he said, pushing in a little deeper and sending a stabbing pain into Monica‟s belly. Then he said, “I will keep pushing until it comes out your throat bitch. Now beg for me to fuck you,” he demanded. „Yes, Yes, Yes, fuck me please,” she pled, hoping he would stop pushing it deeper inside her overly crowded pussy. He obliged, sliding it back out and then ramming it back in, as he started to fuck her. He drove his large spear in and out of her clutching sex, making the bound woman grunt and groan with each punishing stroke. Monica was relieved that at least he stopped when he reached the top of her pussy, no longer trying to drive it directly into her womb. As he got into a rhythm and he heard her moans morph from stressful to pleasurable, he taunted her by saying, “You like this bitch, admit it and thank me for filling your horny little cunt!” Monica cried, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me! Thank you Raul!” Her sore pussy was gushing again, the heat of his member sending her into another sexual delirium. “You will call me master when I am training you cunt, do you understand?” he asked as he kept rocking his hips into hers. “Yes master,” she replied, rapidly losing control of her passion as it rose to a boil inside her trapped body. He had his hands on her hips to start, but soon moved them up to her tits, squeezing her compressed orbs in his tight grip. She squealed from the rough treatment, with her pussy leaking around his sawing cock demonstrating for him that he was arousing her. Raul thought that Sam had found quite a hot cunt here, and hoped her two daughters were just like their mother. He pumped her cunt hard and fast until he felt her explode in a furious orgasm, her juices running down the exposed portion of his cock soaking his shaft. Her eyes were glassy as he looked into them, twisting her erect nipples to elicit pitiful moans from the overwhelmed woman. As the powerful climax raged inside her sex, she felt the large cock slip out, leaving her feeling relieved but achingly empty too. But that relief was short-lived, as Raul clamped her nipples with alligator clips, their sharp teeth biting deeply into her engorged nipples. She screamed and pled for him to remove them, only to have a dirty rag forced between her lips and a coil of rough rope tied around her head to hold it in her mouth. Her muffled screams increased in volume and desperation, as Raul proceeded to attach two more of the same clamps to her pussy lips. Monica was delirious from the pain and helpless to resist his cruel assault. She was crying so hard she could barely see him attach wires to the clamps and connect them to a little box. But when he turned on the device, sending minor shocks into her nipples and pussy, she discovered a new and intimate form of pain. Stepping off to the side Raul turned the voltage up to high and watched as Monica shot a stream of pee across the room. He laughed as he always did when he played this game. Taking total control of another being, even down to

their base functions, was his ultimate thrill. He thanked his lucky stars that he found such a generous benefactor as Sam, a man with the means that could finance this amazing lifestyle. After that little interlude, he turned down the voltage to a low pulsing, one that stung, but did not hurt too much. Monica was barely conscious, with her head bobbing down to her shoulders. He wrapped a rope several times over her eyes. Then he used the end of it to support her from behind, with the rope blinding her at the same time. He checked her bindings and seeing they were secure, he knelt down and took a greased butt plug he had left on the floor. He began to prod her tight little sphincter with it, spreading the lube around the hole and causing her to moan in distress. He watched as she tightened her anal muscle, trying to keep it closed, a reaction he fully expected. He teased her ass several times, as she gripped tight to avoid letting into her rectum. “This can be easy or hard, your choice. Either you relax or I will shove it in while you fight it,” he said as he pushed it against the tight bud of her rear passage. In a moment he saw it relax and with a skill learned from much practice, he shoved the flared plug into her ass, stretching it wide and making Monica scream into the rag acting as a gag. In a moment it was over with the plug trapped inside her rectum, but the pain Monica felt radiated through her like a wild fire. He took a thin metal rod with a threaded end and screwed it into the base of the plug, then wedged it against the floor. This put just enough pressure on it to keep it interesting for Monica, while making sure she could not evacuate it. The cruelty with which Raul was treating Monica was rapidly destroying her resolve, making her willing to do anything he might ask just to make these tortures stop. But Raul was just getting started and while still kneeling in front of her, he took the wires attached to her pussy clips and used them to peel her labia apart. He leaned in and used his long tongue to tease her bulging clitoris, erect and poking out from under its hood. In just a few minutes she was moaning from another orgasm he forced from her, leaving her feeling like she was teetering between heaven and hell. As she writhed in her bonds trying to escape the pain and pleasure assailing her from everywhere, Raul used his tongue to drive her to the brink of insanity. When he finally stopped she let a low groan of relief, barely able to stand any more stimulation to her overloaded clit. It throbbed and pulsed like never before, becoming the sole focus of her mind. Eighteen years of pent up lust were being unleashed in a cruel and unusual way, one that was destroying any grip she had on normalcy. She heard his voice as if he was far away, but his words were clearly understood when he said, “I will return soon and replace that plug with my cock slave.” In her ragged state of mind she watched him dress and leave her alone to suffer in private. This brutal treatment made her doubt Sam‟s promise to take things easy on her daughters, but she also knew she had no choice but to agree and obey them on the off chance he would honor his promise. Her body was so cruelly bound that there was not a part of her that did not ache. The pulses in her sore nipples and swollen labia gave her no respite, keeping her awake and focused on her current plight. The thought of that monster cock filling her ass when Raul returned made her future appear even bleaker. *** As Monica suffered in her private hell, Katia was kneeling on the floor of her master‟s bedroom as he whipped her back and ass. She was not bound in any way, kneeling prostrate on the floor as his whip striped her back and buttocks with its cruel caresses. He painted her pale

flesh with angry red welts from her neck to her ass, and the devoted slave screamed, “Thank you master, may I have another!” after each cut of his leather whip. When her back was a mass of angry red flesh, striped and welted, he made her turn over and lie upon it. Grabbing her ankles and pushing them back until they were beside her head, he mounted her, thrusting his cock into her eager and wet cunt. He fucked her hard making sure her back rubbed against the carpet to send painful waves through the slave‟s body. Katia was in heaven, as she felt his manhood ravage her aching pussy and her back burned in pain. She pled for permission to come and was granted it as Sam slipped from her cunt and filled her ass instead. He pumped her tight ass until he filled it with his spunk and she experienced multiple orgasms, moaning and squealing like a bitch in heat. *** Two stories below them Monica was berating herself for allowing her family to end up like this, telling herself that she was a failure to her daughters. The fact that there was never an inkling of something like this happening in the two years she worked for Sam did not matter, it was her job to protect her girls and she had failed to do so. The tight bondage and the large plug forced into her ass was a constant reminder of the depravity she had exposed her children to, and she tried to cling to the hope that she bore the brunt of their cruelty. Barely an hour passed before Raul returned, but to Monica it felt like a lifetime. As she heard him approach and listened while he stripped, her fear of having her ass raped grew to new heights. First she felt the pressure from the plug abate, and she screamed when he yanked it from her clutching anus. Her poor ass felt like it was torn from her body as the plug was brutally ripped from her. Raul moved up to her and prodded his massive weapon against the stretched muscle of her sphincter, unable to close up like it was before the plug stretched it. She felt it start to ascend and a cry of distress leaked from behind her gag, the long rod sliding up and into her backside. Never in her life had she allowed anyone access to her ass and to have it taken so easily now reinforced her feelings of helplessness and humiliation. Despite the passions they had started inside her, Monica felt her future and her daughters‟ were bleak at best. Raul slowly pushed his cock deep into her ass, nearly able to fit its entire length into her bowels. He loved to ass fuck women, being able to stuff more of his cock into that hole than he could with a pussy. When he started to fuck her ass she wailed and moaned in desperate distress, pain and a perverted pleasure seeping through her stressed body. When she eventually felt his cock pumping his spend deep into her bowels, she prayed he would remove this monster from her body. But Raul waited until it started to wilt on its own, his cock slowly slipping out of her distended anus. He was able to easily plug it back up, trapping his copious spend inside her ass. He left her alone again, the pulses of electricity her only company. Her thoughts of defeat and despair consumed her as she realized how futile it was to believe that this was not really happening, her family‟s future was in the hands of madmen.

Chapter 8: The Making of a Bitch Slave Over the next two weeks their captors ruthlessly mistreated the women, each in their own personal way. Katia continued to endear herself to Meg, as the young girl slowly slipped into the role of a slave. She became extremely compliant once she saw the cruel beating Katia received from Sam, but had trouble understanding why it made Katia so happy. But as Katia started to incorporate painful trials with Meg‟s blossoming passions, the young girl saw the line between pleasure and pain start to blur. Sam and Raul, on the other hand, shared Monica. They subjected her to extremely cruel treatments, far worse than her first session with Raul. With each passing day she lost a little bit of her self, becoming addicted to the perverted sexuality. In her tortured mind, her own suffering was justified since she had subjected her daughters to Sam‟s cruel reality. Amid her pain and perversion they continued to force unwanted passion from the woman, making her crave orgasms as the only relief she felt from the persistent torments she endured. But Maria faced the cruelest of treatments. After that first night, where she was used for hours on end, any vestige of her humanity was completely stripped away. They fitted her with leather paws on her hands, which trapped them so that they were useless to her. Short ballet boots were nearly always on her feet, making it impossible to walk, which she not permitted to do also. She spent all her time in her kennel, the light of day denied to her. They made sure she was sleep deprived, allowing her just a few hours at a time after they had kept her mostly awake for the first couple of days. This left her more malleable to their demands as she tried to please them in any way just for a chance to rest. She was denied any control of her existence; every aspect of her life was under their direction. And her passions were constantly stoked, keeping her hot and horny at all times. When she was first installed in her doghouse, she realized what she was destined to become. The roof of the house was designed to open with the slanted sides folding down along its sides. She was positioned on her back, her head just outside the arched opening at the front, staring up at the sign that hung above her. Her wrists and ankles were locked into cuffs mounted inside at the upper corners inside it, keeping her body splayed open at all times. They would close the roof and leave her there for short periods, always rousing her for more demeaning treatments once she was sound asleep. She spent the first few days gagged all the time, unless she was sucking one of their cocks. They drilled into her that she was no longer a human; she was just their bitch. They taught her to bark once for yes and twice for no, the only form of communication they allowed her. By the time they stopped gagging her she never even considered speaking, aware that their rules were her laws. Failure to obey them, instantly and enthusiastically, was cause for intense punishments that she did her best to avoid. But no matter how hard she tried, they always found faults and she suffered for it. Maria‟s awareness was eroding as the training progressed, soon becoming a creature of pure reaction. She existed to obey the two brothers, her masters and trainers. Even thoughts of her mother, who she now hated for condemning her to this existence, started to slip away, her focus becoming trained on the demands of the men who controlled her. Her last concern was for the fate of Meg, her baby sister, hoping she was not subjected to a similar treatment. Unlike Raul who began Monica‟s anal training in a ruthless fashion, the two brothers took their time before invading her ass with their cocks. They were happy to fully use Maria‟s willing mouth and pussy for days before taking her to the next level. They did start to prep her

with a butt plug, a special one with a blonde „tail‟ attached to it. The subjugated girl became accustomed to having that hole filled and found when they fucked her while she had it inside her ass, the sex was even better. The sexual escapades she experienced many times daily were also having an effect on her, her desire to feel cocks inside her body dominated her thoughts. When they made her crawl about her training room, she did her best to please them, hoping she would receive a hard cock as her reward. After the first night where she was bound on her back, she was denied face-to-face sex, always being fucked from behind, like a dog. This helped instill her role as a pet slave, being mounted from the rear like the animal she was becoming. She had a special fucking bench they generally used to violate her, and when ordered up onto it she always enthusiastically climbed aboard. She could kneel on shelves on either side, lying across the thin top. She started to get wet at the simple command of „up on the bench bitch,‟ especially enjoying it when both brothers were with her because she would get to suck and fuck at the same time. If her plug was in during a dual session she found her passions stoked to the extreme, enjoying her three holes filled all at once. She never even realized how her thought processes were thoroughly perverted. There was a small bucket in one corner and when ordered to relieve herself, she would crawl to it and kneel over it to evacuate her bladder or bowels. They fed her from a bowl on the floor and bitch Maria learned to eat and drink with just her mouth, her hands permanently unavailable to her. With all her actions so totally controlled she started to stop thinking about anything, now constantly focusing on her trainers and their constant demands. Several days into her training, as she crawled about the kennel doing the „tricks‟ they taught her, she was ordered to the bench. Wagging her tail, a skill she developed that made her trainers laugh, she climbed aboard her bench. By now she was rarely bound for sex, showing her willing obedience to Juan and Manuel, but today they strapped her arms and legs down. When her tail was ripped from her ass, she felt a pang of disappointment, having hoped that with both trainers here she could have had all three holes filled. Juan took her first, while she sucked Manuel‟s cock, sliding his rod into her constantly wet pussy and fucking her like usual. She moaned around the cock that now easily slid down her throat. She learned quickly how to deep throat them, gagging and retching the first few times, but not anymore. After she was well stoked and ready to have another marvelous orgasm, she felt Juan slip from her cunt and prod her ass with his cock. “Time to learn how to get ass fucked bitch!” He yelled as he drove his cock all the way up her ass. She squealed around Manuel‟s cock, the feeling in her ass so hot and wonderful. She had gotten used to the hard plug, but Juan‟s hot and pulsing member felt so much better. The orgasm that had been building up inside her, erupted shortly after Juan began to saw his cock in and out of her clutching sphincter. This taught the girl a new lesson in depravity, as she enjoyed the first invasion of her back passage. After Juan filled her with his spunk, he switched places with Manuel. As Manuel pummeled her ass, Maria got her first taste of a cock that was buried in her musky nether hole. They had started her on an enema regime after that first night, flushing her bowels each day, so it was far cleaner than it would have been. But the taste and smell of her ass was still undeniable, as Juan‟s slick cock slid in and out of her throat. That first session of anal sex showed the men how deeply and completely she had fallen into her new function. When they had both filled her ass with their semen, they inserted a new and bigger plug, keeping her filled with their fluids. As Maria cleaned Manuel‟s cock, Juan drove the large tail plug into her asshole, the stretching feeling and its accompanying pain enveloping her in a blanket of perverted eroticism.

Time became nonexistent for Maria and what was merely a couple of weeks felt like months to the constantly abused girl. Anything that could anchor her to reality was stripped away, never knowing what time or day it was. All her thoughts were focused on keeping up with their unrelenting demands. As she descended into the pit of her own submission, she lost any hope of ever escaping the life she now led. Like the dog she was becoming, she existed to please her masters, showing joy when commended and whimpering in misery when she failed to do so. She was fitted with a special body harness, that was composed of assorted leather straps and metal rings. Two of the rings were forced to the bases of her tits, making them bulge and become firm on her chest. Straps wrapped around her torso, holding the harness firmly in place. At the top of the harness, straps were attached to her studded collar that bore a stamped tag with her new name, „bitch maria.‟ But she responded to the shortened version of „bitch‟ that the men used to order her about her duties. She learned to sit, beg, roll over, and how to display her body in numerous ways for their pleasure. Receiving treats became her goal, whether that entailed sucking cock, getting fucked, or just being fed her doggy biscuits. Her diet was designed much like her sister‟s and mother‟s, full of drugs and hormones that started to slowly change her. By the second week her tits felt heavier and to her surprise started to seep milk when the men coaxed her ever-erect nipples. The subjugated girl had no idea how severely they were changing her and just did her best to keep them satisfied and avoid the pain that followed her failures. Her most feared punishments were the pussy whippings, when they would hoist her up by her wrists and secure her legs wide spread. They used a short leather whip to beat her exposed sex, sending the harshest pain into her body in those sessions. But even after a severe whipping, she would come like a bitch in heat when she was fucked while still strung up and helpless. Soon enough the punishments just became a form of foreplay for the over-sexed slave. One day, after a long session of assuming degrading positions for Juan‟s pleasure, Manuel entered the room and said, “Master wants to meet his bitch and evaluate her progress.” Bitch heard him speak and a strange thrill raced through her sex, anticipating a new aspect to her life. She had almost forgotten about her real master, the man who first made her beg for sex and then denied it to her. She was kneeling between Juan‟s legs in her begging stance, her paws folded over on either side of her harness-bloated tits. She wagged her tail like a happy dog, eager to perform for her real owner. “Look at our bitch, wagging that tail and happy to serve her owner, perhaps Sam will be pleased with her progress,” said Juan. Manuel followed that comment with, “He wants her in his study in an hour, let‟s get her prepped.” The two men stripped all her gear from her and made her kneel in the old claw foot tub in on corner of the room. When she had become particularly dirty during her training, she would kneel in the tub free of her many bodily trappings. They then scrubbed and washed with stiff brushes and ice-cold water. Though her baths were just another painful trial, at least she felt clean when they finished scrubbing her down. Usually after a bath she would suck their cocks as her reward, but with master waiting, she was just dressed in her pet outfit and leashed for her trip to Sam. As she crawled out of the kennel room for the first time in two weeks, she was anxious to perform for Sam, hoping she would please her true owner, wagging her tail as she crawled behind Juan.

Chapter 9: Monica Transformed Though Maria endured the most stringent training of the three Freeman women, Monica‟s training was nearly as insidious. Raul‟s first session with her was just the beginning of her humiliation and degradation. Her body was twisted and used in a myriad of perverse and demeaning ways. She got used to being constantly bound, the freedom she was allowed when Sam first took her was becoming a distant memory. She too was deprived of sufficient sleep and fed only sparingly, leaving her in a diminished state of mind. In her first few days of training she found herself trying to keep a grip on her identity, but the men that controlled her only called her „mama slave,‟ constantly reminding her of her and her daughters‟ new lot in life. With each passing session she endured, her grip on her old identity was slowly torn from her mind. Coupled with the constant sexual stimulation, she found that like her eldest daughter, it became the only solace she experienced in her bleak existence. Sam decided that while she was well built for her age, her body could shed a few pounds and be more toned. Hence she was started on a daily exercise regimen, albeit with a kinky twist. She would jog on a treadmill with her hands bound behind her back and wearing high-heels. Of course she was naked, not allowed to wear a stitch of clothing since she stripped for Sam in his bedroom. Keeping her balance with her hands bound and her tits flopping on her chest was a trial, taking several spills before learning to keep up with the machine. The whippings she received for each failure did speed up her learning curve and after just a few sessions she was jogging for half an hour without incident. Then they gave her higher heels, starting the process again. After her runs she was fixed to a special machine that kept her head up and hands next to it, locked into wooden stocks. The stocks were attached to two vertical poles on both sides of Monica, but were not fixed and could slide up and down the poles. Her legs were kept spread out to the bases of the poles with chains and cuffs. She would then do squats onto the dildo mounted on a short pole between her legs, sometimes driving it into her cunt and other times up her ass. Every exercise session was monitored by one of her masters, always berating her with awful insults as she sweated and strained. That was just a small part of mama slave‟s day; most of her time was spent in severe bondage, usually designed so they could fuck her every hole while totally helpless. She was fed by hand and made to beg for every scrap of food she received. This was humiliating enough, but not nearly as much as learning to piss and shit with an audience and never in a toilet. She was grateful when she could use a bucket, too often they would make her pee in a cup and then pour it over her head, or worse, make her drink it. There was no aspect of her life that was not designed to humiliate and degrade her. Their verbal taunts increased her own self-doubt, and started to make her believe she was truly worthless. The fact that their insults were juxtaposed with them forcing terribly powerful orgasms from her body reinforced her new view of herself. During the first two weeks of her captivity her old self retreated into the recesses of her mind, as all her conscious attention was focused on the constant stimulation she underwent. While her daughters were being guided into specific roles in the way they were being trained, Monica was left in an utter state of confusion. While Katia extolled the virtues of slavery to Meg and the brothers‟ trained Maria to be a true animal, Monica had nothing to focus her mind on and it was affecting her sanity. She was never spoken to, unless being ordered to

perform a function or berated for her ineptitude. She was like a toy, used for their pleasure without a word of encouragement or even acknowledgement. She had no idea Sam was simply peeling away her past life and leaving her an empty vessel. He saw her girls as young and malleable, which is why their training started immediately. Their lives had yet to really start, while Monica‟s had to be erased. By leaving her no purpose or meaning for her life, he left her in the pit of her despair. Soon he would reach down and pluck her up, offering her a new purpose in life. Then she could truly become his slave, looking to serve him in any way he desired. After nearly two weeks, with her daughters‟ training progressing well and Monica nearly lost in despair, he started the rebuilding process. She had just finished a grueling exercise session, jogging in six-inch heels now and having to do her squats on a U shaped dildo, plundering both her holes at once. He had moved her equipment out to the lawn behind his patio so she would sweat and tan at the same time. She stood there in her stocks dripping from perspiration after he ordered her to stop. The only thing on her mind was bracing for the cold water hosing she was about to receive, like she did after every exercise session. But instead, Sam walked up to face her and said, “Would you like to take a real shower, with hot water?” The shock was clearly painted across her face as her mind reeled. He actually asked her if she wanted something! Was it another cruel trick? None of that mattered as she said, “Yes if it pleases you master!” a glimmer of hope in her voice, which was not lost on Sam. “Yes, I think we will shower together and you will learn to bathe me properly,” came his reply as he released her from the stocks. She replied, “Thank you master,” falling to her knees once she was released and kissing his feet in gratitude. He allowed her to grovel for a few minutes, enjoying the sight of his new slave‟s kneeling form. Then he led her to his bath, letting her walk beside him, devoid of any bondage. Monica was elated, for the first time since that first sexual romp with Sam he was actually not abusing her in some way. The thought of a nice hot shower was all she could think about and when they arrived in his large private bath, she was shocked by the opulence of it. He ordered her to undress him and she was happy to comply, getting hotter by the moment as she stripped away his clothes. The constant sexual aspect of her training had primed her like a Pavlovian dog; his naked body making her sex pulse with anticipation. Despite her recent descent into self-loathing, her sex drive was still in control and now it was in high gear. After he was naked, he led her into the large shower that could accommodate half a dozen people. He sprayed her down with the shower hose, rinsing the sweat and dirt off her body with the warm water. Then he turned it on himself and after getting wet, gave her specific instructions as she washed him. He would swat her ass or tits when she did anything wrong, and soon enough she finished bathing him. Then he stood back and gave her more directions, and watched as she washed herself. He noted that she had lost at least ten pounds and her body was more sculpted thanks to her exercise program. When she was done, he handed her a towel and allowed her to dry him off, then gave her another one to dry herself. After she had combed out her long blonde hair, truly clean for the first time in weeks, they returned to his room. She felt clean and fresh, but the itch in her pussy was raging unabated. She felt like a slut, only able to think about feeling his marvelous cock inside her. He sat in a chair and ordered her to knee between his legs, which she gladly did, staring at his beautiful erection. He could see the hunger in her eyes, and knew that despite his cruel treatment, she was eager to have it. “You may suck it now slave,” he said, stroking his hard member in front of her face.

Keeping her hands behind her back, even though she was not bound, she lowered her lips to the bulbous head, kissing it before taking it into her mouth. She sucked like a pro now, easily sliding its full length into her throat, moaning around the stiff member. He watched her work and was satisfied that her devotion was real and not a product of fear anymore. Soon after his cock was soaked in her saliva, he ordered her to stand and sit on his cock. Eager to feel it in her pussy, she rose up, straddled his hips, and lowered her wet pussy onto his member, cooing as she felt it pierce her folds. With her knees resting on the chair she began to rock back and forth, reaming herself on his firm cock. He grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard, making her squeal in delight as she continued to rut on top of him. Soon he could see the look of ecstasy lighting her face, as she bounced up and down in his lap. “Would you like to come mama slave?” he asked, twisting her tits with his hands. “Yes master please!” she cried. “You may come now slave,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against his body. Her reaction was immediate, as she surrendered to her passion and her pussy pulsed in blissful release against his cock. She did not hear Raul slip into the room as she enjoyed the feelings of climaxing in her master‟s grip. Raul was naked and his cock erect, as he knelt behind her and slid his greased pole up her ass. Her reaction delighted Sam, as her eyes opened and went wide as she felt her ass stuffed by Raul‟s monster cock. The two men had her sandwiched between them as they double fucked her through her first orgasm and into her second, her wails of delight apparent as she trembled between the two men. Soon she felt Sam erupt, filling her quim with his spunk, and shortly afterward Raul filled her rump with his spend. No matter how depraved this scene was, it was the best sex of her life and she growled like a bitch in heat between the two men. At that moment, something in her mind snapped and any thoughts about escaping this life were driven out of her head, finally accepting that this was her fate. First Raul pulled free and then Sam pushed her off his lap, where she crumpled to the floor, basking in the glow of her arousal. But it was short lived as she was dragged up onto her knees again to clean their deflating cocks. After she sucked both men clean, Raul locked her wrists behind her back and led her back to the dungeon. The dazed woman stumbled along and soon found herself strung up in an inverted suspension down in the dungeon. Her ankles were attached to the ends of a wide bar and she was hoisted up until only the ends of her long hair brushed the floor. Her bound wrists were pulled back and secured to the wall leaving her helpless and vulnerable. Raul beat her pussy with a short whip, before leaving her alone with large dildos shoved into her pussy and ass. As she hung there, focused on keeping the large dildos in her holes as ordered, she thought about what just happened. Though she was bound, beaten, and helpless again, something felt different. In her scrambled mind Monica had come to terms with her slavery, thinking that if she did obey Sam without question, then she might get to enjoy more times like she just had with Sam and Raul. For the first time in her captivity, any thought of her daughters was absent from her mind, as she could only focus on her own slavery.

Chapter 10: Megan the Slave She squatted in her cage, ordered to stay on her feet before Katia left her alone ages ago. Megan was rapidly becoming addicted to Katia‟s presence, finding her pussy getting wet every time she returned to continue her training. For two weeks, which seemed like months to the caged girl, Katia worked on Meg. Each session brought a new and different bondage, coupled with Katia‟s erotically charged attentions. She had become quite adept at licking her trainer to orgasm; liking the feelings she had when she pleased the vixen that controlled her. And when Katia went down on her, Meg melted like butter on a hot plate. She had given up wondering why she felt like this and as her free will waned, embracing the control Katia represented. The cocktails were working well on the young girl, making her feel hot and sexy all the time. It helped that Katia now made her wear sexy little half outfits, ones that would enhance, but not hide the lithe eighteen year old‟s body. Like now, she squatted in six-inch pumps that were squeezed tightly on her feet. Her body was encased in a fishnet body stocking, with openings for her large breasts to hang out and another opening exposing her harness sealed loins. Her wrists were cuffed behind her, as usual, and her collar chained to the top of the cage. She was anxious for Katia‟s return, as she always was now. Her attraction to her fellow slave started when they first wrestled on the floor of this room, but was enhanced when she returned and showed her pet the marks Sam gave her. Though she did not yet understand Katia‟s joy in being abused, she did feel empathy for the beaten girl. Katia used her compassion as a tool to bend Meg to her will, and eventually her master‟s. That second session, as Katia had Meg lick and kiss her welted body, the two girls began to form a tight bond. Now, after dozens of kinky sessions, Meg was devoted to the sprightly little slave. As she remained as Katia left her, Meg was eager to start her next session with her. Somehow, this new life, devoid of any responsibility except obeying her trainer, seemed so much more fulfilling than her prior life had been. Katia had done her job well and Meg was slowly morphing into a true slave. When Katia eventually returned, Meg felt the itch start immediately between her legs, anxious to feel her mistress‟s soft body against hers again. But her attention was drawn to the large television Katia rolled in on a cart, watching as she set it up just outside her cage. Katia ignored her at first; working to make sure the TV was ready to give Meg a show she would not forget. Once the TV was set up, she turned and took a seat on her stool just outside the cage. “How is my pet today?” Katia asked Meg. “Fine mistress, how may I serve you today?” she replied, having learned her lessons well. “Do you trust me Meg?” “Yes mistress.” “Good, then it is time you learned why you are here,” Katia replied, turning on the TV as she spoke, “Watch the screen pet.” Meg looked at the TV and her eyes went wide as she saw her mother standing in front of Sam doing her striptease. Katia watched Meg as the girl saw the recording from weeks ago, and when the tears started to escape the corner of her eyes, she felt a small pang of guilt. Deceiving Meg like this bothered her, but it was master‟s wish and she had to obey. Then, as scripted, she said, “I‟m sorry Meg, I know it is hard to believe your own mother would condemn you to slavery, but that is what she did. All so she could act like the slut you are seeing.”

“I don‟t believe it,” mumbled the crying girl, feeling a betrayal so deep she could not fathom it. “Our master understands your pain at this revelation and when you are ready to offer yourself to him, he promises she will pay for her actions.” “Offer myself?” she asked, confused by what Katia just said. Katia opened the cage and crawled in, reaching between Meg‟s thighs and caressing her leather harness. She looked into Meg‟s eyes and said, “You have a wonderful gift to offer him and when you do, you can join me in serving him forever.” Suddenly Meg understood, having temporarily forgotten about Sam during her time with Katia. Her anger with her mother, now that she saw what she was capable of doing, was flaring in her soul and she wanted her to suffer for it. While she was deep in thought, Katia released the harness and began to stroke her clit, sending sparks of arousal through the chained girl. “You do want to feel his manhood inside you Meg, trust me, you will love it,” whispered Katia. “Yesss,” she hissed, her eyes now directed at the screen and the sight of Sam fucking her mother. This revelation not only shocked Meg, but what Katia just said opened a door to where she knew she was meant to be. Her sex drive was so strong now, and watching Sam impale her mother did nothing to hinder it, rather the scene before her eyes fueled her rampant desires. “What do you want Meg” asked Katia, seeing the lust and anger in her eyes. “I want to serve our master and punish my mother,” she hissed; as Katia‟s fingers strummed her erect clit. “That‟s good pet,” Katia whispered as she stroked Meg‟s clit, “Now come for me baby.” Meg felt her pussy convulse, no longer able to resist Katia‟s orders, nor wanting to. She groaned and came as she continued to watch Sam fuck her mother on the screen. She not only wanted his cock to tear away her cherry, she wanted her mother to watch it happen, hoping it would cause her pain. Katia brought her lips up to Meg‟s and planted a deep kiss on the willing slave, both girls wrestling their tongues together. When Katia finally tore herself away and cinched the crotch strap back between Megs legs, the slave trainee was as hot as ever, eager to face her master and offer him her cherry. Though she had become devoted to Katia, now she realized who her real master was and she wanted to kneel before him and offer herself up for his pleasure. Katia crawled out of the cage, locked the door to it, and said, “I will inform our master you are ready to give yourself to him,” the she left Meg alone to continue watching the depraved scene on the TV. Meg was in a trance as she watched her mother being taken in so many ways, wondering what it felt like to have a cock inside her pussy. Though she was beginning to think she had become a lesbian, the effect this scene was having on her proved she wanted cock too. As the orgasm she just had began to fade, a new lust was building inside her, a curiosity she had to explore. Even the old pragmatic Meg would have never realized how easily she was manipulated into this new state of mind.

Chapter 11: Realignment Juan escorted his leashed dog Maria into Sam‟s study; the girl-animal was panting and wagging her tail when she saw him. He led her over to the desk and handed the leash to Sam, who ordered her to sit up and beg. Maria quickly obeyed; the thrill of being delivered to her new owner was making her pussy get wet again. Juan and Manuel had trained her well and in her mind she was more than ready to serve Sam as his pet slave, eager to feel him dominate her. He ordered her into a dozen different positions, inspecting her proffered body intently as she performed for him. Sam groped her ringed tits, making Maria‟s nipples harden as he callously twisted her bloated nubs. Ordering her to display her ass, he removed her tail and used his fingers to test the stretching of her rear passage, the dog-slave moaning from his attentions. After inserting her tail back into her rump, he stretched her damp pussy open and strummed her clit, making her whimper with desire. Finally her ordered her to kneel and face him, and he said, “You are quite the fetching little bitch.” He tossed a pen across the room, and said, “So fetch for me.” Maria scampered to where the pen was thrown, wagging her tail all the way, picking it up with her mouth and returning to her master. She knelt before him, holding the pen between her teeth and he reached down and plucked it from her mouth. He twirled it in his fingers and smiled at his pet, sending a thrill of desire into her. She had quickly learned that when her trainers smiled she was performing properly and usually she was rewarded. “Would you like to taste your master‟s cock bitch?” he asked the kneeling slave. “Arf!” she barked, indicating her answer was yes. Sam pulled his cock from his pants and stroked it, then said, “Suck your master.” Maria leaned forward, taking his member into her willing mouth, licking and sucking it with all the skills she had been taught. In her current state of mind she was elated, feeling he approved of her performance. By now she had been reduced to feeling happy only when her trainers approved of her actions. Her only thoughts in these moments were about pleasing the men who controlled her. Sam stroked her blonde hair as she easily slid his cock deep into her throat, while licking along the vein-gnarled shaft. He looked down at her feet, encased in the stiff ballet boots, thinking how sexy and helpless they made her look at the same time. After several enjoyable minutes of feeling her worship his cock with her mouth, he ordered her to turn around and present her pussy. Maria reluctantly disengaged her mouth from his cock, spun around and lowered her head to the floor. She shuffled her knees outward to fully expose her sex to his view and hopefully his cock. Her cunt was slick with her secretions, eager and hungry to feel his cock spear it. She was not disappointed, growling with delight when Sam knelt down and slipped his cock into her quim. An order to rut was all he gave her once his cock was deep in her sex, and the obedient slave started to rock back and forth for his pleasure. Sam knelt there, unmoving and just holding her ass as the slave banged backwards into his hips. He could see she was quite a cock slut, but he also planned for her to learn other skills. He enjoyed how she rutted with unabashed desire against his stiff cock, but before he came he ordered her to stop. She obeyed, but he could feel her trembling with the need to finish him off, obvious that she was on the brink of an orgasm. Still kneeling with his cock fully inside her pulsing sex, he said, “Turn around,” motioning for Juan to take her from behind.

Maria obeyed and found her mouth wrapped around Sam‟s cock again, but now with Juan‟s cock driving into her cunt from behind. She received her orgasm from Juan‟s pistoning dick; as Sam filled her throat with his spend. She was in heaven, all three of her holes stuffed at once, while another massive orgasm rippled through her captive body. By this point in her training she was well conditioned to respond this way and her reactions pleased Sam to no end. Once the dog-slave finished cleaning both Sam‟s and Juan‟s cock, they made her lick up the juices that had dribbled from her cunt. As she crawled about the floor lapping up the drops of Juan‟s semen, Sam told him to find and bring Bertha the cook to him. Though Maria heard the conversation, it did not register in her mind, as she remained focused on the task at hand. Once she could find no more drops to lick up, she crawled to Sam‟s feet and began to lick his shoes, wagging her tail behind her. While he watched Maria subjugate herself at his feet, he thought about Bertha, her term with him nearly finished. She was the property of a close friend, Mistress Ellen, and was here for the last six months as penance. Bertha was a lesbian slave who had been caught getting pleasure without permission from another slave belonging to Ellen, so she was sent here to work for Sam. But the true punishment was her daily servicing of Raul and his monster cock. Since Bertha arrived, she spent her days cooking and cleaning, and her nights being ravaged by his enormous cock. Her behavior had been exemplary, after some initial resistance, so Sam decided that in her last week here she would be given Maria to train. Maria needed to learn how to please women and Bertha had accepted her sentence with grace, learning to please Raul despite her sexual preferences. When she arrived he offered her a seat, a rarity for a slave girl and a sign she had done something well. He noticed how the presence of his dog-slave caught her attention. “You have served your time well here Bertha, soon your Mistress will be collecting you,” said Sam, looking into Bertha‟s deep blue eyes. “Thank you master, she replied as required. “I have two tasks for you to complete before you leave, the first is kneeling beside me now. When was the last time you had your pussy licked by a sweet female slave?” “Before I arrived here sir,” she replied, her interest growing as she imagined what he was suggesting. “My little pet here has no experience pleasing women yet, isn‟t that right my little bitch?” He said, patting the groveling slave on her rump with a crop as she continued to lick his shoes. Pausing from her task, Maria barked, “Arf, Arf,” to indicate she had not, and then returned to tonguing his feet. “She is not permitted to speak, two barks means her answer is no. I will have her brought to your room each night after you service Raul and you will train her to lick cunt, understood?” “Yes master,” replied Bertha, eager to feel soft feminine lips on her pussy once again. “Good, your other task will be training another slave to perform your kitchen duties. She will start with you tomorrow. Juan will bring our bitch to you tonight and he will explain her rules to you then, you may go now.” “Thank you master, may I have permission to speak,” replied Bertha. “Yes Bertha?” “I would like to thank you sir for taking me and teaching me how to please men. I hope to be of better service to my owner now and appreciate all you have done for me.” “It was my pleasure, and from what Raul tells me, you have progressed nicely in the last six months. Be prepared for your new task tonight.” “Thank you master,” she said and then left.

Turning to look at Juan, Sam said, “Take our little slave for a walk in the yard, her tan is fading and she could use some sun. Then you may use her as you like until ten tonight, when you will deliver her to Bertha.” “Very good sir,” replied Juan, taking Maria‟s leash and leading her from the room. The young slave‟s tail wagged as she left, anxious about her new training, but now eager to feel the warm sun and cool grass. *** Down in the dungeon Katia had prepped Meg for her meeting with Sam. They showered together, as they usually did, in the small rusty stall in Meg‟s training room. Then, much to Meg‟s surprise, she was taken from the room that was her world and led back into the house, surprised to see that the dungeon was just below it. She took her to a dressing room filled with exotic clothes and a makeup table too. Meg was seated in front of a mirror with her hands cuffed behind her back. Looking at her reflection for the first time in weeks surprised her when she saw how she had changed. She looked a bit haggard and drawn, sure that she had lost weight, which was the case. Her hair was still wet and as she assessed her appearance and Katia began combing it out. Meg started to stare at Katia as she worked on her hair, both girls naked and showing no shyness. The pragmatic side of her personality had been working on a way of accepting her situation, once her rebellious side had been erased by the constant domination of her life. Katia was sweet and adorable, but all that did was make it easier for Meg to accept the harsh life of a slave. Though her mother and sister were treated far less courteously, Meg was still subject to a life without any choices or control. Once her hair was combed out and tied into a neat ponytail behind her back Katia began to apply makeup to Meg‟s face. As she was transformed from a natural looking young girl to a painted strumpet, she felt her comfort level dropping, as the prospect of facing Sam entered her thoughts. The video was still clear in her head, but it didn‟t answer all her questions. Did her mother really agree to have her daughters made into slaves? What she did on that video looked like it was consensual, she was not bound or visibly forced to do what she did. She could have been coerced, but it was also obvious as it progressed that she was really enjoying herself. Meg had become attuned enough to a woman‟s response to orgasms to recognize the ones her mother had while fucking Sam. She really wanted to hear her mother admit it to her, but she had already chosen to submit to Sam, reacting to the emotion of the moment. That dilemma plagued Meg, if she balked now, she expected both she and Katia would suffer for it. If she willingly submitted to Sam now, she guessed she would witness her mother endure some kind of punishment. Neither prospect was appealing, and to the girl who had all but given up thinking about how to get out of her situation, it was burden she did not want. That is exactly went it hit her…she had no choice! As that thought dawned on her and looking at the way Katia had made her up to look so sexy, Meg felt her old self step back and allow the slave inside her to emerge. She would ultimately have to submit to Sam, which was obvious, whether it was now or later did not matter. The last vestiges of her logical mind enabled her to accept her lot as inevitable and she felt herself relax and start to focus on the upcoming task. She would be kneeling at her master‟s feet soon and she had to demonstrate how well she had learned her new role. Breaking her from her thoughts, she heard Katia say, “This is how master likes his pets to look. Now stop daydreaming about him and help me put on my makeup, you need to learn how to make yourself pretty for him.”

Meg seamlessly slipped back into the persona of an obedient slave serving her mistress, and wondered why she troubled herself thinking like that at all. Meg looked at Katia‟s naked body beside hers and felt that new and yet familiar tingle in her sex. She thought that though the price was high to live like this, the rewards were intoxicating. After her wrists were released, she applied makeup to Katia‟s face, her desire to explore the depths of her newfound sexuality expelled any silly thoughts she may have just had. Once both girls were made up like a pair of expensive call girls, with deep red lips and heavy black eyeliner, Katia started looking through the clothes that hung in racks along the walls. She chose a diaphanous black negligee for herself and a matching white one for Meg. First they donned silk stockings and garters, which matched their outfits and six-inch pumps to complete the ensemble. Then they slid the nearly transparent nighties over their heads. Together they looked in the mirror and the sight of their sexy bodies so provocatively displayed aroused both of them. Aware of the import of what was about to happen Katia said, “We will walk to master‟s study, but once there we must kneel and crawl into the room. After we are inside stay beside me and keep your eyes downcast, do not look at him unless commanded to do so. We will assume the presentation position after we are in front of his desk and you will then wait for his orders. Is that clear my pet?” “Yes mistress, I promise to make you proud,” she said, adding the extra comment since she suspected Katia was responsible for making sure she was properly prepared for this moment. They proceeded to Sam‟s study and both slaves knelt before him, now alone in his office. Meg felt butterflies in her stomach, nervous and excited about this meeting and what it meant. Would he throw her over his desk and plunder her pussy for the first time? Memories of Sam reaming her mother out on the video rolled through her mind, helping to get her pussy nice and wet. The fact that it was her mother she had witnessed seemed to have no impact on the determined girl. After crawling into the office and assuming the present position with Katia, she heard, “Crawl to me slave and kiss my feet,” as Sam‟s voice came from his seat behind the desk. Meg dropped to her hands and made her way around the desk, bowing to his feet to lick and kiss his shoes. Her anxiety and arousal grew as she approached him and once she was groveling at her feet she felt her pussy start to pulse with desire. She did her best to display her ass, with her negligee sliding up her back as she bent down, exposing her twin mounds. First he watched his new toy kneeling at his feet, but then he turned to look at Katia and said, “So Katia, she looks willing, how are her oral skills progressing?” Katia replied, “She has become skilled at servicing pussy master.” “And what of cock sucking, surely she has practiced on dildos, hasn‟t she?” he queried Katia, seeing the look of surprise on her face. From her time serving him she knew this trap was deliberate and was designed mainly for Meg‟s benefit. He specifically told her to only teach her the feminine aspect of slavery, but she knew she was never privy to master‟s true plans she was just his willing pawn. Ever the dutiful slave, Katia replied, “I have failed in that task master, to my knowledge she has no skills or training in cock-sucking.” “Onto the horse with you, pain position,” he said, pointing to an apparatus in the corner. It wasn‟t usually there, making Katia certain this was a performance specifically for Meg‟s benefit, as she immediately crawled atop the wooden device. On the floor behind the desk Meg could only hear them speak given her position near the floor. She heard Katia climbing onto whatever the „horse‟ was across the room. Then she heard Sam say, “Up on your knees and look into my eyes Meg.”

She obeyed and fixed her gaze on his dark eyes, though she really wanted to see what was happening to Katia. Something had obviously gone wrong and she assumed she was not prepared to serve her master yet. The feeling of arousal that started in the dressing room and built up as she licked his feet was suddenly gone, replaced by a pang of fear and uncertainty. She wished she had tried it at least once, given the amount of guys who tried to get her to suck their cocks in her old life. Even though she was one of the ‟brainy‟ kids, her extremely good looks brought many unwanted advances. Suddenly her past prudishness seemed totally childish. Looking into Sam‟s eyes now made her feel small and inadequate. “Never had a cock in your pretty little mouth slave?” he asked whimsically. “No master,” she meekly replied feeling ashamed for preserving her purity in every sexual aspect. This shift in her morality was transparent to her insidiously manipulated mind. “Would you like to taste mine?” “Yes master, if that would please you,” she replied, her nerves now frazzled. “Take it out and put it in your mouth,” he said, spreading his legs and leaning back to give her access to his groin. Nervously she opened his pants to find his semi-erect penis lying back against his pelvis. She took it with her hands and gently pulled it toward her mouth, lowering her head to engulf it. It pulsed when her tongue explored it as she closed her lips around him, her fear melting as her passions again started to flare. It hardened under her gentle caresses, making Meg‟s pussy tremble with desire. The feelings inside her grew as she bobbed up and down on the shaft, wanting it to breach her pussy and make her his sex slave. As she sucked on his cock she heard him say, “With training you could become a superlative cocksucker slave, and I sense your desire, even though you need to learn technique. Now sit back on your heels and face me,” he commanded her. Sadly she sank back to the floor feeling completely unprepared to please her master. She looked up at him like a deer in the headlights, unsure of what she was supposed to do. But he smiled at her and the weight she felt started to lift and she started to relax. Sam saw the way she looked at him and new she was indeed mentally prepared for her new life. The way he was able to easily manipulate her emotions and maneuver her like a puppet spoke volumes. She remained composed even though he created turmoil in her mind. She was eager to please, but did not know how yet, and she was ready to learn. After a long pause, he said, “Katia is a slave like you and accepted the task of training you to serve me. The fact that she failed to complete that task is not your fault, but I am assigning you a new trainer to get you ready for me. When you know how to service me with your mouth, then we will talk about using your cunt. Now stand up and look at Katia.” Meg stood up and looked over to the corner where Katia was, seeing her bent over an inverted V of wood. She was reaching up behind her back and holding onto a stout metal ring dangling from a chain in the ceiling a couple of feet above her back. She was lying face down with her tits lying on the slanted sides and her pussy crushed against the sharp point where the wooden slopes were joined. Her legs were draped down the slanted boards, and she kept them straight out from there, the taut muscles evidence of the strain on them. “She is keeping most of her weight on her pussy, aren‟t you Katia? He said. “Yes master,” replied Katia, the strain evident in her voice. “Meg, go stick your tongue into Katia‟s cunt and kiss it goodbye, you will not see her again until your training is complete,” he said and watched as she walked up behind Katia, bent down and began to lick her exposed pussy. As she licked Katia‟s cunt Meg heard the door open and someone enter. And just as she felt Katia‟s pussy begin to tremble with pleasure, Sam‟s voice said, “Meg meet your new trainer.”

Reluctantly she pulled away from Katia‟s cleft and turned to see a man she did not recognize, yet seemed familiar. An internal compulsion took over and she sank to her knees, crawled to his feet, and started to kiss his shoes. She hoped it was the right thing to do, thinking that he told her to meet her trainer and what better way than abasing herself at his feet. “Manuel,” said Sam, “take Meg, you know what to do. Get up girl, do as Manuel instructs and soon you may be ready to serve me.” When they were gone Sam turned to Katia and said, “Get up girl, you did fine. Now hurry up mama slave is waiting for you.”

Chapter 12: Lessons to Learn Having reallocated his resources and shaken up the slaves, Sam went with Katia down to the dungeon where Monica was still hanging inverted and alone. In her current state, the dildos still planted in her holes, the distraught woman thought Meg was with Sam when they first entered. And when the young girl made a beeline for Monica‟s splayed legs, a moment of panic consumed the hanging woman. She cried, “No Meg, you can‟t do this!” “SILENCE SLAVE!” roared Sam, clearly irate over her outburst. “Stand aside Katia this bitch needs to be punished!” Katia backed away and Sam grabbed a crop as he approached Monica. Monica was aghast as he began to beat the undersides of her tits, hanging down near her chin. The pain was immediate and intense, her screams a testament to the vicious attack on her soft flesh. He gave her twenty lashes, ten for each tit, leaving her sobbing and her tits throbbing in pain. “Now what do you say slave?” he asked Monica. “I…am…sorry…master,” stuttered the crying Monica. He cracked the crop across her shaved mons, making her buck and wail, and after a moment he said, “Slaves thank their masters for correctives.” “Thank…you…master,” she replied between gulps of breath, her newly colored tits rising and falling on her chest between each word. “That is better, the next time you speak out of turn the punishment will be far worse,” he said, then turning to Katia he said, “You may continue what you were about to do Katia.” The sprightly slave, still attired in her black outfit, walked behind Monica and grasped the dildo protruding from her rump. She started to pull it out, and then began to pump it in and out of her ass, making Monica moan. After teasing her like that few a few strokes she withdrew it completely and moved her face between Monica‟s ass cheeks. Grasping the other dildo with her free hand, Katia began pumping Monica‟s cunt with it, while she jammed her tongue deep into Monica‟s stretched bumhole. Sam knelt so he could face the inverted slave and said, “That feels good Monica, doesn‟t it?” “Yes master,” she replied, the pain in her voice replaced with arousal. It scared Monica how easily severe pain could be turned into instant arousal, feeling her pussy lubricating under Katia‟s ministrations. “Katia is here to teach you how to please a woman, a skill you will require in your new life. And if I had brought one of your brats to you, you still have no right to protest. My promise was to save them from extra suffering and I have, but your outburst has earned one of them a punishment. I will make sure you have a front row seat when it happens. Do you understand?” “Yes master,” replied Monica, feeling totally defeated after hearing what he said. Katia listened to the word play, but remained focused on her task. Shortly after master had admonished Monica, Katia began to coax her close to another orgasm, noticing how she strained against her bondage. She slid the second dildo free and used her mouth to assault Monica‟s exposed sex. In minutes she was trembling in the throes of another forced climax. Still kneeling in front of her face, Sam watched her expression as the sexual heat enveloped her, and then said, “See how much better your life is when you cooperate slave?” “Yesss Massster,” she purred, the ripples of pleasure in her pussy consuming her.

He stood up and walked behind his hanging slave, undoing the rope that held her arms to the wall behind her. Then, with Katia guiding her head, he lowered her until she was resting on her shoulders on the floor, her legs still split wide and hanging from the ceiling. Katia maneuvered herself so she was squatting above Monica‟s chest, her pussy directly above Monica‟s mouth. Sam then said, “I will leave you in the hands of a capable teacher for tonight, tomorrow you will start to learn what your role here will be,” then he turned and left them. *** Upstairs in Manuel‟s room Meg was kneeling on the floor, her wrists bound behind her and tied to her ankles, as her mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. Juan held her head in his hands, telling her how to work her mouth around his cock. They had been like this for an hour and Meg was beginning to wonder what she had to do to make him come. She did everything he asked and still his cock was hard and not yielding his hot spunk. Her thoughts, though focused on Juan and her task, could not help but worry about Katia. Being separated from her increased Meg‟s anxiety and the fact that she assumed the girl was now suffering did not help her to relax. The bond that had formed between the two slaves was strong and would color her life as a slave here. Though she was compelled to obey Sam at this point, she was also devoted to Katia, hoping to be with her first mistress again. But as she worked her mouth over Juan‟s cock she could feel her pussy rumbling with desire, convincing the still naïve girl that she craved cock too. After what seemed like an eternity, her jaws were getting sore from working on Juan‟s member. Suddenly he gripped her head tight and held his cock in her mouth. When it started to pulse and spurt his juices into her throat she nearly gagged, but managed to swallow his load. The taste was salty and tart, and she liked it, along with feeling satisfied that he had finally come. After his cock had pumped its load, he said, “Not bad, but not good either slave. You need a lot of work.” He pushed her backward, making her tumble to the floor, her arms trapped behind her back. She made no protest or comment, though she felt compelled to ask his forgiveness. He casually used his foot to roll her onto her belly, her breasts crushed against the floor. Then he placed a large dildo in front of her face and ordered her to practice on it. He sat and watched as she squirmed to it and took it into her mouth, trying to suck it while hogtied on the floor. She spent the whole night sucking on something, dildos for a while, and then Juan‟s cock again. All the while learning to take more and more into her mouth, suppressing her gag reflex as she learned to slide them into her throat. When he was finally done with her, she slept on the floor in her tight bondage, with her neck leached to one the legs of his bed. The next day was more of the same, earning a vibrator-induced orgasm when she had successfully taken his whole cock down her throat. These lessons also had the desired effect of making her wish to feel a cock in her pussy. Her craving increased as she sucked and licked, hoping to find her way back to her master‟s feet. When she got short breaks to regain her strength, all she could think about was Sam‟s cock, wanting it first in her mouth and then in her cunt, aching to feel a hot cock inside her unused sex. *** After dog-slave got her romp in the yard, Juan took her back down to the dungeon and bound her on her fucking bench. He ravaged her throat, pussy and finally her ass, making Maria come like the bitch she was. This slave, he thought as he pumped into her tight rump, was well

trained and nearly ready to assume her role in life. After filling her ass with his spunk, she felt her tail replaced and received a long spanking that did nothing but increase her arousal. At ten that night, he leashed his trainee and made her crawl to Bertha‟s room, not much more than a cell, but upstairs in the house. They found the German slave laying on her cot naked, her pussy puffy and red, leaking the spunk that Raul had filled it with before they arrived. Juan ordered his bitch onto the cot and pushed her face into Bertha‟s dripping cunt. Maria could smell the musky odor of a man intermixed with Bertha‟s own scent of arousal. “You have her for the night Bertha, teach her well,” said Juan just before he left them alone. Bertha, just recovering from the orgasm Raul drove from her with his mighty spear, laid back and told Maria to clean her pussy out. The young girl did her best to lap the slimy goo that seeped from Bertha‟s cunt, showing the lesbian slave how inexperienced she was at cunt licking. As soon as her pussy was cleaned, she began to instruct her trainee on the subtleties of pleasing another woman. They spent the night together on the cot, sometimes with Maria between Bertha‟s thighs and other times with Bertha licking Maria‟s twat. But the dog-slave especially liked it when she was introduced to her first sixty-nine, finding that both licking and being licked was extremely enjoyable to her. Near dawn both slaves collapsed in each other‟s arms, after a long lesson and many orgasms. For the next few days, Juan would train Maria during the day and she would learn the art of cunnilingus from Bertha at night. Of the three new slaves, Maria was now the deepest into her new role. The only thing she cared about was pleasing whoever controlled her, whether it was Juan or Bertha, whoever it was no longer mattered. But she did think about Sam too, wanting to please him with her newfound skills and working hard to earn that right. *** After her first night with Katia, Monica found that she too was easily intoxicated under the control of another woman, or slave for that matter. Katia reminded her of her girls and the thought that they might be reunited, but in some perverse fashion, which worried her. Her outburst when she mistook Katia for Meg told her she had not quite shed her old feelings. How would she react if Sam brought them together and they were forced to act like she did with Katia? But those thoughts were often driven from her mind as Katia seduced her, much like she did Meg. Monica could not help but notice how happy Katia seemed, always telling her how lucky she was to be owned by such a powerful master. Monica could not deny the power Sam held, her whole life transformed into one debauched escapade after another. The youthful slave that now controlled her sexuality was having a permanent impact on the way she saw her new life, nearly ready to surrender to it completely. But she only spent her nights with Katia, the young nymph attaching hobble chains to her wrists and ankles every morning before she delivered her to Bertha in the kitchen. The first day she was delivered to her for training she was shocked to learn that Bertha was a slave too, never seeing a hint of it when they first met, which seemed like a lifetime ago. But she soon found herself learning how to cook for her owner and maintain his kitchen, all while restricted by short chains connecting her limbs. Every day she would spend hours with Bertha, who was not averse to cracking a cane across her rump when she failed to perform as ordered. Then after dinner was made and served to Sam and his men Katia collected her for another night of cunt training, as she called it. All through the week that followed she lived this routine, with the thought of Sam‟s words rolling

through her head. One of her daughter‟s was to be punished and she was going to have to see it happen. No matter how hard she worked at her assigned tasks that thought kept her nervous and leery. After a week into that phase of her training, when Katia collected her for the evening‟s lessons, she was taken to a room in the dungeon with just a chair in the middle facing a curtain. As Katia tied her wrists behind the back of the chair and her ankles to the front legs, Monica knew that what was behind the curtain would likely be her most horrible nightmare. She braced herself for the worst, but when Katia knelt between her thighs and started to lick her sex she could not resist the enforced arousal the young slave demanded from her. Just as she was getting ready to explode in yet another orgasm under the talented tongue of voracious slave kneeling between her legs, the curtains parted. On the other side of the oneway glass she saw Meg, naked and tied into a standing spread eagle just like Maria had been at the beginning of her captivity. She looked a little thinner, but overall looked healthy to Monica, but seeing her youngest naked and bound was hard to bear. She tried to resist the nimble tongue working her erect clit, even as she stared at Meg‟s bare breasts and shaven pussy. When she saw Sam enter the room carrying a heavy leather flogger, she bit her tongue, wanting to scream, STOP! She strained to resist the climax that was demanding release as she watched Sam walk around her baby, twirling the whip in the air. Then she heard his voice from a speaker in the wall, “Manuel tells me you have learned to suck cock quite well slave.” Those words shook Monica to her core, but when Meg replied, “Thank you master,” her heart broke. She realized that even Meg could not resist what was happening to them and appeared to have accepted her slavery. Then, much to Monica‟s horror, Sam asked Meg, “Are you ready to sacrifice your cherry to your master?” Even as she was on the brink of orgasm, that question froze Monica, afraid to hear Megs‟ response. And when her daughter replied, “Yesss master, I dream all the time of your cock taking my virginity and making me your sex slave.” Monica was crushed by Meg‟s words, always suspecting she was a virgin, but now knowing she was and would not be one soon enough. A tear trickled from her eye as she saw the look of devotion in Meg‟s eyes, knowing the daughter she once knew had been twisted by this kinky existence. Katia, as if using that comment as a cue, began to use her teeth to nibble Monica‟s clit, forcing an unwanted orgasm from the bound mother. As she strained in unwanted passion, she heard Sam say, “Soon we will make your wish come true, but today you will be whipped because that slut who was your mother displeased me.” Monica, though tears and the pulsing orgasm that raged through her sex blurred her vision, could see a look of anger and hatred painted on Meg‟s face. She did not blame her for feeling that way, since she was the author of the pain she would soon endure. Sam used the whip to beat her bare breasts as Monica was forced to watch. The fact that Meg thanked him for each stroke made it no easier to endure, as she saw her child‟s breasts turn an angry red under the harsh blows of the whip. Finally, after two-dozen strokes, he tossed the whip aside and asked the beaten girl, “Do you have a message for your mama?” Meg looked up at the mirror, as if she knew Monica was watching, and said, “I hope you will be there when I give our master my cherry, I want you to watch me take his cock like I watched you.” The curtains closed and Monica sat there in shock, wondering what she had actually seen. Then it dawned on her, that first night! Her shock was profound, but it emphasized how their

lives had completely changed and how none of them stood a chance of resisting what was happening. Maybe it would have been easier if they were just beaten and tortured, but as her pussy slowly recovered from the latest orgasm she knew they were all trapped.

Chapter 13: Family Reunions After that event, Katia saw a change in Monica. It was as if witnessing Meg‟s submission and punishment had stripped her of the last remnants of her will. She was far more compliant now, as if she was resigned to her fate, but not reveling in it as she had before she watched Meg and Sam together. She reported that to her master, wondering what was wrong with her, but he assured Katia that it would take time for Monica to resolve what she now knew to be true. Her family was gone and they were all just slaves for their master. It had been nearly a month since their training began and Sam was now arranging the event that would reunite the new slaves. A small party was planned with Mistress Ellen as the main guest, coming both to collect her slave and witness Meg‟s final descent into slavery. But before the grand event, Sam arranged a different reunion, a sisterly one. Meg had completed her training with Manuel and had been serving Sam for a couple of days, practicing her newfound oral skills several times each day. Sam also continued her daily bondage and punishment sessions, with Meg becoming more addicted to his abuses each day. Coupled with her constant yearning to feel his cock in her pussy, she had become his devoted slave, hoping to earn his cock soon. She slept in a small cage in his room, now allowed to get a full night‟s rest, her training nearly complete. Everyday she followed his lead, happy to be in his service, but constantly hoping to see Katia again. For two weeks she had not seen her initial trainer and she missed her sweet smile and tasty pussy. But cocksucking and the promise of real sex dominated her life now, eager to lose the barrier that protected her inner sex. Now it was just an obstacle to overcome, no longer a prize to defend. One morning Sam took her down to the dungeon, with Meg expecting another erotic bondage and punishment session. She was wearing white stockings, heels, and nothing else, except for the silver cuffs that kept her wrists nearly constantly locked behind her back. Around her throat she wore a white leather collar with a disc stamped „virgin cunt.‟ Her loins were encased in a matching white leather chastity belt, with a small opening allowing access to her clitoris, while protecting her cherry. They came to a door and Sam stopped and asked, “Have you wondered about your sister slave?” “Yes master, I think about them,” she ventured, knowing he meant Maria, but wanting him to understand how she felt about Katia. Pausing for a moment Sam considered her answer and replied, “You miss Katia too?” “Yes master,” came her curt reply. “You are an adorable little nymph, and you will enjoy our little Katia‟s attentions again. But for now, it is time you saw your sister again. I want you to see and understand how we have changed her. You will not speak to her at all, just observe and obey what I tell you once inside. Is that clear slave?” “Yes master,” she replied, now curious about what he meant. He opened the door and guided her into the room, her eyes finding Maria kneeling on the floor. Juan was fucking her as she sucked on Manuel‟s cock. The sight mesmerized Meg and started the rumbled of desire in her own pussy. She wanted to take Maria‟s place, having spent two weeks waiting to experience what her sister was now doing. A pang of envy took hold of her, seeing her sister rutting with wild abandon in front of her.

She saw her strange footwear and leather paws, wondering why she was wearing them. And her harness, leather straps encasing her torso and the rings making her tits bulge, also fed into Meg‟s hunger for everything kinky. The fact that this was her sister did not faze Meg at all, apart from making her even hornier than usual. Any taboos that may have existed between them had been thoroughly expunged from the constant sexual debauchery she had come to crave. Maria was too busy enjoying her reward for a morning of rigorous training to notice her little sister as she now knelt beside Sam watching her perform. Finally after both men came and Maria was enjoying her own orgasm, Manuel took his cock from her mouth and turned her head so she could see the two who were watching her. She saw her master and Meg! In her diminished mind she felt elation, wagging her tail to show how happy she was. Sam then said, “We have turned Maria into our bitch slave, isn‟t that right girl?” looking into Maria‟s eyes as he spoke. “Arf!” she barked. “That means yes Meg, if she barks twice it is no, and other than that, Maria the bitch has nothing to say,” said Sam, as he stroked Meg‟s head. After the initial shock Meg was actually amused, having considered her sister a bitch on many occasions prior to coming here. In her perverted mind she thought that Maria was actually perfect for this role and was beginning to understand why her sister was decorated the way she was. Sam interjected with a command, “Bitch come here and lick your sister‟s clit, now!” Maria scampered over to the kneeling Meg and sniffed her crotch, a bit confused as to what to do with the chastity belt in the way. But she soon found the opening in it and began lapping at Meg‟s clit, making the young slave moan with excitement. Sam began kneading Meg‟s tits as Maria licked through the tiny opening, slowly elevating Meg to another climax. But before she reached it, he ordered her onto her back and had Maria assume a sixtynine with her, watching as the sisters licked each other to mind numbing pleasure. He was more than pleased with how they performed on each other, not a hint of hesitation evident in either slave. Now he knew they were ready for the grand finale of their training, a meeting with their mother. Once both slaves had experienced enough pleasure to leave them panting and flushed, Sam took Meg away, leaving Maria with Juan and Manuel. That night, as she slept in her cage, Meg was consumed by dreams about her sister and how much she enjoyed tasting her sex, the same way she felt about Katia. Maria had similar dreams, the experience with her sister leaving an indelible mark on her perverted psyche. *** The next day Mistress Ellen arrived and was taken to the kitchen by Sam where she found Bertha and Monica preparing their owner‟s dinner. Bertha‟s eyes went wide with shock, having no idea that Mistress was coming for her today, but suddenly feeling it was time to go home. When her mistress hugged her she felt a mini orgasm ripple through her sex, so happy to be back in her embrace. But their true reunion was for later, as Ellen joined Sam and his men in the dining room for dinner. Both Monica and Bertha served them their food, wearing nothing but stockings and heels as their outfits. After a hearty meal, Sam had Monica display her charms for Ellen, bending over the table as Ellen fingered the slave‟s sex. Soon Monica found herself kneeling between the dominatrix thighs, eating her shaven sex. After two weeks of training she easily gave the stern mistress a satisfying orgasm prompting Ellen to ask Sam, “Did Bertha help train this one? She is quite good.”

“Actually Katia trained her, but I have another that Bertha did train, I would like your opinion regarding her skills later.” “It would be my pleasure Sam, so do we get to see little Meg deflowered tonight?” she asked, watching for the reaction on Monica‟s face. Still kneeling between Ellen‟s legs, Monica was shocked to hear what Ellen just said, and her expression showed her misery. “Yes we do, Katia should have her nearly ready. Once we get Monica prepared we can start,” he replied, making the kneeling slave between Ellen‟s thighs shiver with trepidation. Her mind was racing, knowing there was no escape and if she did not perform as they expected she and her girls would suffer for it. But despite all that she had gone through, what was about to happen totally unnerved Monica. How could she be witness to, or even worse be a participant in the loss of her daughter‟s virginity? What she did know was that after tonight, her old life would be permanently gone, destroyed in a spectacle of debauchery that she did not want to imagine. Monica was ordered to stand as her wrists were bound with thin cords behind her back and a large ball-gag was wedged into her mouth. There was a small hole she could breathe through, but it effectively silenced any protests she might consider making. They marched her down to the dungeon where they came to a large room, whose occupants were all too familiar to her. First she saw Meg, hanging cocooned in an array of ropes within a stout wooden frame. Currently lapping at Meg‟s cunt was Katia, eagerly enjoying the reunion with her pet slave. And kneeling on the floor beside Katia was Maria, decked out in her doggy attire, wagging her tail. At first Monica did not recognize her oldest daughter, but when she did a groan of utter defeat escaped her gagged mouth. Maria turned and upon seeing her mother she started growling like a dog ready to do battle. Not quite as bright as her younger sister, she completely blamed her mother for the loss of her freedom. In her brainwashed mind, seeing Monica as the author of her slavery made it easier for the dog-girl to serve her masters with abandon. They were what they were, but her mother had forced all three of them into this lifestyle. Regardless of how well Maria adjusted to life as a slave, she still remembered her old freedom. Meg and Katia just looked over toward Monica and smiled, then they giggled like little girls who knew something they shouldn‟t. Katia went back to licking Meg‟s snatch while the suspended girl just smiled at her mother. It was disconcerting to Monica to look her girls in their eyes for the first time in weeks, and have neither show her any signs of their love, in fact she felt quite the opposite. What had become of them she wondered, and what was about to become of them? Sam guided Monica over to a narrow gurney and made her lie on her back, her arms trapped beneath her body. He strapped the stunned woman down from neck to waist, making sure she was cinched tight to the wheeled bed. Then he pulled her legs over each side, locking her ankles together beneath the gurney. The last strap was put across her forehead, locking her head tight and forcing her to stare at the ceiling. The tight bondage actually comforted the stunned woman, no longer wanting any control over her life. Then he wheeled her over until her face was mere inches below Meg‟s exposed pussy, with Katia shuffled away as she was rolled into position. She looked up at her bound and suspended daughter, the tight ropes imbedded in her flesh. From wrist to elbow her arms were mated behind her, with more ropes wrapped around her upper arms and chest, constricting and bloating her breasts. Her legs were bent back together and similarly roped from ankles to knees, but with lengths of rope running up from her knees to the ends of stout bar above her head. This kept her legs pulled wide apart; her virginal pussy stretched wide open just above Monica‟s face.

Meg was held up by her knees and ropes rising from behind her, all tied to the bar above her. A cable running up to a winch in turn attached the bar high above Meg. Monica‟s body was positioned behind Meg, just her head parked underneath her daughter‟s exposed sex. And from where she was located her view was going to be up close and very personal, only adding to the angst she felt. But then, to make matters worse, she heard Katia help Maria to crawl up on the table between her own spread legs. She could feel Maria‟s leather paws on her thighs and her hot breath against her exposed vulva, the humiliation almost too much to bear. Then Monica heard Sam say, “You may lick your dame‟s cunt, and if she does not come, neither will you…for a week.” This was inhuman she thought, not quite realizing that was the point Sam was making. What was once her family was no more, the three women were all just pawns in the game Sam played with them. It had all led up to this moment, when the three would face the ultimate taboos and be forced to ignore them in the pursuit of kinky and forbidden pleasures. Maria‟s agile tongue caressing Monica‟s clit was sending the woman to a place she could not resist. Her body responded as usual, getting aroused from the attention, while her mind was aghast at the cruelty she faced. As Monica stared up through tear-streaked eyes, she saw Sam standing over her and facing Meg. He was naked now, his cock standing at attention just a few inches from her face and Meg‟s virgin sex. She wanted to beg him to stop this, but the gag and the fact that what she wanted never mattered to Sam made that impossible. She watched mutely as he said to Meg, “You want this cock, don‟t you slave?” “Yesss, master,” she purred, the lust thick in her voice. “Well I have a surprise for you, since both your holes have yet to be used,” he said, now prodding her tight sphincter with a greased finger, “we are going to open both at the same time.” Meg and Monica both watched in shocked surprise as Katia now screwed a long thin dildo into the small opening in Monica‟s gag. Once it was tightly locked in the hole the long pseudo-cock was pointing up at Meg‟s ass, ready for her mother to take her anal cherry. Meg was nervous, never expecting to have both her openings taken at the same time, but poor Monica was devastated. To witness her daughter‟s defilement was one thing, but to be an unwilling participant was worse. Sam looked down and into Monica‟s eyes, then said, “And you thought it couldn‟t get any worse, don‟t worry this will be tame compared to what will follow tonight‟s initiation.” He grabbed the dildo mounted to Monica‟s gag and pointed it at Meg‟s ass, then said, “Lower her Katia.” Using a control box, Katia depressed a button and Meg sank a couple of inches, the greased rod entering her bumhole, making the girl moan as her sphincter spread to accommodate the intruder. Now that her ass was ready, he guided his cock to the opening of Meg‟s sex, feeling her hymen rub up against his cock. He then said, “Beg for it Meg, tell us all how much you want this to happen.” Meg was scared, but excited at the same time, and she replied, “Please master, I want to feel your cock inside me! Take me now and make me your sex slave!” Steadying her hips, so that both rods were properly aimed, Sam looked at Katia and nodded. She depressed and held the button, watching as Meg slowly descended onto both intruders, only stopping when her hips met Sam‟s. She groaned as she felt her cherry tear away, her juices mingling with her virginal blood and Sam‟s cock filling her sex. There was pain in her pussy, but nothing compared to some of the punishments she had endured. It was her ass that suffered the worse fate, as the hard dildo burrowed deep into her rectum. “Tell me what you feel slave, “asked Sam, now staring directly into Meg‟s wide eyes.

“It hurtssss masssster, but it feeeels good too,” replied Meg, her voice cracking as she spoke. “Good girl,” he said, “embrace the pain,” as he began to pump his cock in and out of her newly liberated cunt. “Yessss massster,” she cooed, as she felt his member sliding in and out of her pussy. The feeling in her ass was the hardest for Meg to endure, even though her mother was motionless, the dildo just frozen in place inside her rump. Never in Meg‟s wildest imaginings could she have envisioned this scene, but now that she was in the middle of it she was enthralled by the depravity of it. Below her daughter‟s ass Monica was a captive witness to her youngest girl‟s deflowering, even as her oldest worked her mouth against her sex. As she watched Sam begin to ream Meg‟s cunt, Maria‟s tongue took control, sending her into an orgasm she did not want. But she could not stop it and soon she was moaning beneath Sam and Meg as they fucked each other inches from her face. But Sam was not done humiliating Monica, lifting Meg off his cock and lowering her cunt onto Monica‟s face for a minute. Then he easily lifted the bound girl and entered her again. This left Monica‟s nose and forehead coated in Meg‟s bloody secretions, the smells assailing Monica‟s nostrils. Unable to resist or protest, the trembling mother witnessed Meg take her first cock and scream in blissful release when she too had an orgasm. Mistress Ellen had been watching from beside Sam, thoroughly aroused by the show being presented. She grabbed Bertha, who was kneeling beside her, found a chair and had her slave worship her hungry sex. Bertha was gleeful to finally taste her mistress‟s cunt again, licking and sucking her owner to a rapid climax. Finally Sam erupted, filling Meg‟s quim with his seed. Monica could see his balls contracting and his cock pulsing as it filled her daughter‟s sex, even as her own body strained against the bonds with Maria‟s persistent tonguing of her pulsing sex. Unable to resist the powerful feelings that infused her bound body, the despairing woman just accepted her defeat, any links to her old life destroyed in the unabashed depravity of the scene. Her final humiliation came once Katia hoisted Meg back up, freeing her ass and her pussy from the phalli that had taken her last vestiges of innocence. Sam removed the strap holding her head and the gag, before lowering Meg‟s now sloppy cunt onto her mouth. Monica watched in horror as Sam smiled while Meg‟s cunt covered her mouth. “Suck it clean slave, “he taunted her, as she moaned from between Meg‟s thighs, but she did as she was ordered, fearful of even more debilitating reprisals. Later that night Monica was stuffed into a small cage in Sam‟s room, forced to watch him use both her children in a variety of perverse ways. He made it worse by having each of them taunt and tease her in between their romps with him. Trapped in her tiny prison, the humiliated woman watched as her girls showed her how much they had changed. Both had become voracious nymphos, delighting in Sam‟s harsh treatment.

Chapter 14: Their New Life In the months that followed the lives of Sam‟s newest slaves became intertwined. Meg and Maria, thoroughly intoxicated by their newfound sexuality and his manipulation of their feelings for Monica, were easily guided down the path he created. But Monica showed signs after that night that she was still reluctant to embrace her new role. For the first few days she performed as expected, but Sam could see it still troubled her to live this way. Her life as a mother had to be forcefully stripped away. So one morning, after she had finished her cooking and cleaning duties, she found herself kneeling at his feet in his study. She was nervous and anxious, wondering what she had done wrong. She had the clear feeling that Sam was displeased, and if she had learned one thing during her training, he was not someone you wanted to disappoint. “You have yet to accept your new lot in life Monica, unlike your beautiful daughters,” he said, a statement and not a question, so she remained silent. He continued, “I wanted you to accept your fate willingly, but it does not seem you can. Do you think you can?” he asked finally. She honestly answered, “I do not know master,” knowing full well that it could earn her a painful reprimand. But the pain in her mind persisted and she wanted it to be gone, by whatever means necessary. Seeing the conflict in her eyes, he replied, “As I suspected. In that case I will have to do something I wanted to avoid. Come with me.” He stood up and extended his hand, allowing her to stand and walk with him. He took her back to the bowels of his dungeon to a room containing a strange chair, looking much like a metal recliner. He had her sit on it as he used a series of leather straps to fix her in place. It conformed to her body, despite the hard metal it was made of and as the straps were fastened to her arms and legs, she was soon mated to it. He used more straps to hold her body and her head in place and then he connected electrodes to her sex and breasts. A special gag was fitted in her mouth with a tube nearly reaching into her throat. He removed a small section of the chair, just under her rump, exposing her sex beneath the seat. An inflatable bladder was snaked up her arse and pumped up to wedge it in place. The catheter Sam installed into her peehole was the most painful part of the procedure, and when she heard her piss dripping into a bottle she realized how much control she had lost. Finally a dildo was inserted in her cunt and attached to a machine below the chair. As she was trying to determine the extent and purpose of this latest foray into deviant bondage, she saw him wheel a large screen TV in front of her. She somehow knew she would be forced to watch things that would torture her, but considering her life as it was now, she did not feel things could really get any worse. Once the TV was in place, he positioned four narrow metal tubes just above her nose, nipples, and clitoris, all attached to a metal container mounted above her. Then he came over to look into her eyes, and standing above her head, he said, “This chair was designed to brainwash someone and unfortunately my dear slave, it is what you need. Just relax and soon all your worries and concerns will melt away.” He left her alone, turning out the lights and plunging her into complete darkness. After a short time she felt the first drops strike her, ice-cold droplets of water slowly dripping onto her nose, nipples and pussy. Then the dildo started to move, creeping in and out of her sex and vibrating as it traveled inside her. When the TV came on, bathing her in the soft glow of light,

she began to watch a series of scenes involving Meg, Maria, and herself, sometimes together and other times separately. Her first orgasm hit as she watched Meg kneeling between Katia‟s wide spread legs, eating her shaven and ringed pussy. It did not make her feel any better, but as time slowly passed and the assault on her body continued unabated what she watched became far less disturbing. The dripping water soon felt like a battering ram as it constantly impacted her now cold flesh, and when she received her first automated enema, she tried to resist. But her bowels were filled and flushed with her unable to stop it. Drip, drip, drip, the water beat it‟s way into her brain as time passed. Her only respite was when Katia or Sam came to feed her, forcing a bland slop into the tube attached to her gag. She swallowed by necessity as the slimy mush was forced down her throat. And through it all, the dildo churned, the water dripped, and the images assaulted her eyes. If she dozed off before they wanted her to, the electrodes would be activated to shock her back to consciousness. She spent days in the chair, but for all she could discern it felt like a lifetime. Slowly but surely her anxieties faded and she was starting to feel different. Somehow the dripping water and constant stimulation was eroding her resistance. Eventually she found that watching the girls on the screen became intoxicating, making her climaxes even more powerful and she began to wonder what had bothered her to begin with. As Monica was manipulated below the house, her girls continued in their training. Every day they would be joined together in some form of sexually deviant display, learning to enjoy each other in ways most sisters would never contemplate. And the men were never far away, utilizing the two slaves as sex toys they all could enjoy. Meg and Maria were also introduced to Raul‟s massive cock, at first shocked, but soon craving the way his member could ravage their bodies. Katia also played a huge role in their lives, enjoying the fact that master gave her dominion over the sisters, using them whenever the men allowed. Sam brought in his doctor, who fitted both sisters with IUDs to make sure no unwanted pregnancies got in the way of their fun. He also installed rings in their labia and in their nipples, adding matching rings to Katia‟s nubs while he was there. All three slaves paid for the procedure by submitting to the Doctors‟ kinky tastes, and servicing him for one prolonged night. When Monica was released from her chair, now a completely changed woman, the doctor performed a special procedure on her. She too was ringed, but instead of having a birth control device installed in her uterus, he simply removed it. When she was healed from the radical procedure, she was no longer able to get pregnant and her pussy was now deep enough to accommodate Raul‟s full cock. With her womb gone, he could fit his entire member inside her pussy, something he had never had the chance to experience. For his many years of loyal service Raul was given Monica as his main slave, the perversely modified woman now enjoying her new life much like her daughters did. As time passed, Sam began leaving his slaves in the care of his servants as he returned to the real world and his work. He returned often and was never disappointed with his family of slaves, but it was not the end of his plans. One day, six months after he had abducted the Freeman women, they were all out in back of the house. Katia was walking Maria around the yard, allowing her to mark her territory with her pee. Meg was on the patio, sucking Juan‟s cock, while Manuel fucked her ass. And Monica was strung up between two columns as Raul pounded into her expanded pussy, her grunts of pleasure wafting in the warm air. The phone rang and Raul stopped fucking Monica, much to her disappointment, and answered it, “Hello?”

After a few moments, he hung up and called out to Katia, “Bring the bitch here their master just called.” By the time Katia came up to the house with Maria leashed behind her, Juan and Manuel had finished with Meg and all of them gathered round to hear their master‟s news. “Master informs me that he will arrive tomorrow with two guests, twin sisters. Bitch and her mother will be sequestered in the dungeon, while Katia and Meg will assume the roles of maids. Let‟s get to work, we have company coming.” The next day Sam arrived with the twins, one of them was his new assistant and the other was brought along for the free vacation. They were raven-haired beauties and very young, barely out of their teens. They had an idyllic week relaxing in Sam‟s palatial estate, enjoying their last days of freedom. Meg and Katia were fixing a special dinner a week into their stay, tonight being the night they would join Sam‟s growing harem of slaves. Ashley, Sam‟s assistant padded into the kitchen fresh from the beach, stopping to enjoy the aroma of the food cooking. She walked up to Meg and said, “This place is amazing I wish I could live her forever!” Knowingly Meg replied, “Yes ma‟am,” as she thought that she should careful what she wished for.

The End?