Ch. 07 Brandi and the bitches
Kelly lay in bed wondering if she would feel better wearing a 'sirik'. The tight bonds would leave her helpless, dependent on a master. She missed her master for he knew how to treat her; in the way she craved.
She sobbed quietly. He had never even taken her and that made her miss him all the more. He knew how to dominate so completely. He knew how to take control of her mind and body relieving her of all responsibility.
She knew all those things he did to her in the dungeon had corrupted her but she belonged to him and was prepared to accept his every command as a dutiful slave. The torture was acceptable for she was a mere object at his disposal.
The other slaves thought Thomas a monster but she needed him. Now he was gone what was she to do?
They were treating her nicely but that wasn't what she needed. She needed him so badly it hurt. More than the whip, even more than the machines he fucked her with, she needed to feel dominated.
She remembered how it had all started a few years ago. She had stopped at a used book store in town, intending to get some teen love story or cheerleader tale. Propped up on a stand were a number of paperbacks, but the one she noticed was entitled 'Slave Girl of Gor'.
The lurid cover artwork showed an all but naked slave, whose arms and legs were connected by a system of thin chains; she learnt later it was called a 'Sirik'. She bought the book and masturbated under the covers of her bed that night, as she read about a land where the natural state of females was slavery.
Her favourite fantasy since had been for a strong man to make her his slave and bind her in chains. Thomas had done this and more; he had more than fulfilled her fantasies.
The other slaves here at the slave farm had said he had corrupted her but that was wrong. He had liberated her from all the inhibitions that bound her.
John came in with Slut Slave who had been looking after her. She had tried her best to bring Kelly out of the depression but had to report Kelly wouldn't get out of bed.
John didn't say a word. He strode in and pulled the covers off the bed. He perused the luscious young naked body; deep black fine soft hair, alluring exotic Asian features, pert little breasts, a narrow waist over rounded hips.
He took in the marks of a whip and the dark shadows under her eyes. It should have been a natural reaction to cover her body but instead she stretched out with legs parted offering everything.
He picked her up cradling her in his arms and sat back on the bed. The small frame was completely engulfed by the big man. He rocked her gently squeezing her tight.
"I captured you from another master so that makes you mine now. You are a slave in my slave farm, so little slave girl you will obey my every command. I own you and will make you my possession.
If you show the slightest disobedience you will be whipped. Do you understand?"
"Y. Yes, master," Kelly stammered.
"You're a stinking little dirty slave. Get up, shower then get to the kitchen to serve my breakfast, slave girl. I will consider your new name and what slave type you are to be trained into when I have eaten," he commanded, with a big deep threatening voice.
He tossed her onto the bed and watched her scramble to the shower cubicle. He was unaware of Slut Slave while thinking what should be done with Kelly.
Slut Slave leant forward looking close into his face. "You're a big bear of a brute." She kissed his lips opening her mouth wanting him to take her mouth as a symbol of what she really wanted. Having to break off to breathe she whispered in his ear. "Slut Slave loves her Master to bits."
There were times when he forgot how lucky he was to have naked women in his house ready and willing to fulfil his every whim. At this moment he felt proud to have rescued them. Each one of them had been subject to a careless or cruel or even a dangerous master, so he provided a safe-house where they could live out their fantasy lives.
It was humbling to have such devotion and trust.
He smiled a broad grin at Slut Slave and playfully tweaked a nipple. Her squeal of pain didn't fool him as she hadn't backed away and he knew exactly what she liked. He knew what pleased her and how to pleasure her.
The glistening wetness on her close shaved lips revealed only too well her look of reproach was a lie. So used to being naked she forgot her state of arousal was so easily revealed.
***
Before arriving at the slave farm she was trained to automatically become aroused by a master's presence so could only pretend not to want such an intimate touch. Her only negative sense of pain was not receiving her master's cock when worked up into a state of need.
It had been a terrible humiliating torture for her when she first realised her arousal was due to training, no longer something natural. It had been completely demoralising to find that her body demanded a cock, anyone's, before she could calm down enough to regain control of her body.
At the slave farm she at last felt safe under John's protection. Knowing he was there to protect her meant she relished being so stoked up she became a complete slut. Master John had the power to strictly forbid the wanton behaviour and of course she would do her best to hold back, but it was painful.
Sometimes she considered rejoining the ordinary world again. The thought of having a stranger speak to her in an authoritative manner, inadvertently triggering her into a wanton slut, was amusing.
What if it was in a restaurant in front of a crowd of unsuspecting diners when she sank to her knees before some man, uncontrollably needing his cock? The image of unzipping him and sucking him off before everyone convinced her she wasn't ready and neither was the world ready for her.
***
Kelly felt a tingle of excitement as she showered. She too had been trained to respond to a man but had been completely broken so accepted it. She felt hot now but refrained from touching her sex for her pussy belonged to a powerful master and she hadn't permission to touch it.
She was becoming stoked up over the idea of being captured into slavery, like those slave girls on Gor. That was the exciting word he used, 'captured'. It set fire to her imagination.
She was a captured slave girl and her new master was going to train her into something suitable to his desire. Wondering what form that would take was stoking her up. She looked forward to being named too. Master Thomas had never bothered to name her!
It might be a boring household slave. That meant she stayed at the slave farm cooking and cleaning always ready for whatever her master required. She would be conditioned to want nothing in life but to please him, whatever and however humiliating.
She would feel so humiliated at being such a useless bitch dependent upon her master for everything, even what to think. She would be constantly nervous, desperate not to let him down, needing to keep him happy in case he sold her on to another master.
The other extreme would be a whore slave. Kelly hated the idea. Always having to learn strangers requirements, however depraved, would wear her out leaving her old before her time. Her master would be sure to sell her on before very long and each time sold, slave gyrl would become less valuable.
That would mean less savoury masters would be able to purchase her with ever more bizarre needs. It wouldn't be long before she was abandoned, fit only for a brothel pandering to the worst of men.
Kelly shook herself sending water droplets across the bathroom like a wet dog as her hair span about her head. "Oh! Shit! I must be so down to think like that. Master John is a good master. He's a proper master. He will look after me," she sighed.
She thought about being a pet slave. Master John would control what she ate to make sure she had the proper nutrition, keeping her hair nice and shiny and her body slim. "Ugh!" Kelly groaned. What if he wanted to make me into a big plump pet?
It would be nice to be groomed regularly though. If there were two of us we could lick each other clean. Master would provide his slave with clothes and she hoped it would include black latex. Maybe she would have a tight fitting cat-suit with six inch stilettos. Better still would be thigh high black leather boots with tethered high heels.
She would need a collar, a pet one as well as her slave collar. Occasionally a ball gag, a nice plump red one for when she is too noisy and demanding.
"Wow! I'm getting carried away. I'll be in trouble if I don't get to the kitchen; I'll be wearing something then, probably red stripes on my bare ass."
Kelly ran to the kitchen narrowly missing another slave as she skidded through the swing-doors.
***
Brandi was staying at her master Kevin's house enjoying every minute of the day. He hardly had to order her for she quickly anticipated his every need. The only time he had to chastise her was when she pestered him.
She would become impatient sitting at his feet while he worked. On hands and knees she would present her ass to him making little mewing sounds designed to entice him. Wiggling her ass presenting a pair of wet swollen lips would amuse her but it was far too distracting.
Sometimes she would stand beside him quietly fiddling with the ear piercing. Her eyes were far away thinking of Kelly and the dungeon. Kevin would pull her onto his lap holding her tight, cuddling her, whispering soothing reassurance.
When she became too much he attached a chain to the pierced pussy lips and gagged her. Pleased at the attention, thinking he was going to play with her, she submitted gleefully. At least the first time he tried it she did.
Being pulled by the lips of her pussy to the corner of the room gave her no choice but to scamper along behind him with muffled little complaints. Even this humiliation and pain stoked her up as she was still under the influence of the dungeon they had escaped from.
In the corner of the room he attached the chain to a ring bolt in the floor leaving her helpless. When he walked away she put her hands on her hips and shrieked at him through the gag. It was a good thing it was a firm fitting, one with a tongue suppressor, not letting a sound through the thick leather.
John had been right when he lent it to him. Paddling her ass had been no good as she enjoyed it too much. At the dungeon she had learnt to enjoy pain, associating it with sex.
After two weeks he was ready to give in to her request to be allowed back to college. He needed to get some work done without interruption. He didn't have regular classes so would keep an eye on her as she still needed to be nursed back to a full recovery.
