Annie awoke feeling very drowsy and not being sure if what happened was a dream or reality. It only took the movement of her leg and the chain not letting her leg move to reconfirm that this was reality. She opened her eyes and to her despair, she was still in the room. Though, it wasn't the same as when she'd fallen asleep. Her hands had been cuffed, now they were free, but her left leg wasn't. She could barely move it. As she rubbed her eyes, trying to clear her blurry vision, she felt some sort of dried liquid on her cheek, she felt over her body and realized it was all over her top half, that and she was naked. It didn't take long for her to realize what it was. Instantly, she was in tears again, knowing this had confirmed her worst fears. She was the captive of some sex freak.
After crying for a few moments she calmed down a bit, all to realize she really needed to pee. There was no bathroom in the room, the closest thing being the drainage pipe, which disgusted her knowing she'd probably have to use that at some point.
After wallowing in her situation for a few moments and struggling to hold her bladder, the metal door swung open and in came Marc with a plate of eggs, he place it down in the corner away from Annie. He then walked over to the mattress without saying anything.
"Can I..." Annie started. Before she could get the next word out Marc gave her a slap across the face. Annie sat there with a stunned look on her face for a couple of seconds before the tears started flowing out again. Marc expected his slaves to stay quiet unless spoken to, but tears were no issue.
Marc didn't see any need for pleasantries and simply walked over to the dungeon storage room and walked in. He fetched the keys to the ankle cuffs, a riding whip, a pair of handcuffs and some rope. He returned to the room, and placed all the items in one corner except for the handcuffs and key. He walked up in front of Annie.
"Hands out" he said. She reluctantly did so, and Marc re-attached the cuffs. He then proceeded to unlock the ankle cuff. He almost laughed when he looked back at Annie and saw her trying to cover her breasts with cuffed hands.
"Stand over the drainage pipe" Marc commanded. Unsure of what was coming, she listened and moved.
Marc fetched the rope and looped it through the rung on the ceiling right above where Annie was standing. He tied the rope around her cuffs so that her hands were above her head and stretched up so high she was almost standing on her toes. Annie was shaking like a leaf at this point, tears streaking down her dried cum covered face and chest.
Marc fetched the whip and walked back over to her. Despite her fear, Annie blushed and looked down at the floor when she realized Marc was admiring her nakedness. Annie tried to turn her body away from him when Marc brought his free hand toward her. But there was no stopping him in her current predicament.
Goosebumps sprung up all over Annie's body as Marc's hand slid up and down her bare chest. Grabbing some skin her, squeezing a breast there. Her blush spread down her face and neck as Marc's hand finally slid down towards her pussy and cupped it with his fingers.
Annie let out a gasp as Marc's middle finger slip between small flaps and up her pussy. He worked his finger back and forth a bit, being sure not to go too deep in, until his finger was covered in her juices and her pussy was quite wet. He then removed his finger and moved his hand around to her ass.
"Oh!" Annie said as Marc's middle finger slid between her ass cheeks and up her asshole.
Marc could tell she was surprised by the intrusion as she definitely had not experienced this before. Marc slowly sank his finger up her ass, pleased to see that she was capable enough of taking the full length of this finger.
"What a slut," Marc whispered to her as he started fucking her ass with his finger. He gave her a few slow pumps before speeding up. Within a minute Marc was quite brutally fucking her ass with his finger. He then abruptly stopped. He was pleased when he saw Annie involuntarily hump back once or twice on his finger. This was a test he often began with when training a slave. There was not much science behind it, but he hypothesized that if the girl humped his finger back after he stopped then they were an anal slut.
Regardless of whether the test went well or not Marc always worked on a slaves anal training the same. However, it was good to know ahead of time how much the slave was going to enjoy it. Obviously, when he pulled his finger out and it was not the cleanest, something that would be dealt with soon. She would very soon be introduced to enemas. For now though, his finger obviously needed to be cleaned. By no means did having a slave clean a dirty finger turn him on, but nothing puts a slave into their proper place than making them lick my dirty finger clean.
Annie looked on with disgust as Marc slowly brought his middle finger toward her face. When it got within a foot she tightly closed her eyes and mouth. This was common for new slaves and Marc had a cure all for this as well. He brought his hand away from Annie's face and then swung in the other one that was still holding his whip.
The crack of the whip echoed in the room as it made direct contact with the side of one of her breasts. It wasn't an extremely hard hit, but the scream that came from Annie's lips told Marc it was probably a bit too hard for her this early in her training. After she settled down, Marc brought his finger back to her mouth.
"Clean it," Marc ordered. She did not hesitate this time. He was pleased to see that she was smart enough to suck and lick it clean without having to be ordered to do so. Annie struggled with the taste, almost gagging as she cleaned it, but she knew not doing what he asked would lead to more pain.
Once Marc was satisfied, he removed his finger from her mouth and slowly ran it down her neck, leaving a wet trailed as it crossed her neck and moved downward. Annie's still had lots of fear on her face, and a few straggling tears, but Marc saw the fear dissipate a little and be replaced by curiosity as she watched Marc's finger head towards her left nipple.
Annie's nipples were already hard, especially the right one which had been the victim of the whip, but the areola puffed up a little as goose bumps rose on her body again. Her fear continued to go away as Marc began toying with her nipple. Marc smiled again when he looked down again and saw her doing the 'slut' dance. It was what Marc called it, when a woman started trying to cross her legs and slide them back and forth. The closest thing to playing with herself a girl could accomplish while tied up like this.
Marc made a mental note of her behavior. Not all girls liked nipple play, some find it almost similar to torture. Obviously Annie did not think of it like that. The only question left about her nipples was if the slut would find it as sexually exciting once he started torturing those large nipples.
Annie's eyes were partly closed and was almost letting out some moans when the wet finger left her nipple. A second later she heard the whip flying in the air, followed by a loud clap as it slapped against her left nipple. Quickly followed by another of the same force to her right nipple. Annie's eyes and mouth sprung open, but the pain was so great it took several seconds for her to actually start screaming. Marc watched as two red marks appeared on her nipples.
"Plea.." Annie began as she watched Marc begin to swing again. Annie tried to move her body out of the way, but Marc was skilled with the whip and knew to adjust for it. This time it was only one hit aimed directly at her belly button, again a nice rep mark appeared across it. Annie managed to turn further away, but the next strike was aimed for her back, so she made it easier for me.
"Why?" She asked in-between screams. "I did what you told me to do."
Usually, in training a slave never gets serious punishments unless they have done something wrong. While most of the doms in Marc's community agreed on this matter, they also agreed that there are situations where this would sometimes not apply. Beginning training with a new slave being one of those such things. Mainly it was just the doms ways of letting the slave know how bad things could get if they were to misbehave down the road. It also showed them that Marc was not afraid to hand out such punishments.
Annie continued to beg and twirl around as the whip kept coming down on her. The number of hits a slave should get in their first whipping depends on the slave. Essentially, you just keep going until they stop fighting. For Annie, this occurred after just about 20 hits. Which was quite impressive as usually around 15 some slaves might start to pass out. By the time Marc stopped, Annie was a mess, but she still flinched as Marc got approached her and started running his hand over her body again. He was pleased to see her nipples quickly get hard again. This told Marc that she was in-fact going to be fun to train. Any woman can be trained(man too), but Marc preferred to find girls who deep down really wanted it, even if they did not know it themselves. Right about now, Annie was probably wishing she'd rather be dead and did not want anymore of this. But deep down, Marc could tell she might do well with this.
"That was just a taste of what could happen" Marc told her. "If you are a good girl then I wont ever have to do that again. Or at least not until you get to the point you might enjoy it."
Annie looked at him in horror, almost causing Marc to start laughing. He knew she was asking herself how anyone could possible enjoy a whipping like that.
"You would be shocked. Some girls even like the whip on their pussy." Marc said in answer to her non-verbal question. The look on Annie's face turned Marc on to no end. He knew she would now spend every moment fearing the day he might decide to whip her pussy. Marc made this threat to almost all of his new slaves, but he would not always follow through with it. It was mainly designed to mess with their heads, the thought of it did more damage than the whipping itself. Or at least that's what Marc figured. Every now and then he would follow through on it if he felt the slave was actually starting to look forward to it.