Now a Slave

At a point soon, the story will be switching over to Chase's story. There will be chapters of Nathaniel, and he will show up in the dungeon occasionally but as he is a Main Character, he needs a break.

Chase's story is much more strict and punishing. He is not as nice as Nathaniel.

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It was five till six when I opened the door to room five and found Madeline kneeling on the floor, her hands under her legs to keep herself from pleasuring herself. I watched her try to contain herself, practically vibrating with need.

Setting before her was a strap, a thicker and more painful cane, the set of nipple clamps from before and two vibrators. She eyed them both with such a look of lust I thought she was only seconds away from breaking.

"Hello, girl." I spoke to her. She shivered as she looked up at me, her eyes begging for me to give her release. "Are you happy to see me?"

"Oh yes, Sir." her voice was quiet. I could see she wanted to beg, to plead, to do anything I asked to be granted the release she craved.

"Have you been a good girl?" I circled her. She licked her lips, her eyes going back to the vibrators.

"Yes, Sir."

I unbuttoned my pants ans she crawled over, her hands trembling as she took my cock and started to work. I kept my lust in check, making her work for my pleasure. She doubled her efforts, trying to please me, hoping that I would grant her a word.

"What if I told you that you were allowed?" I asked, I heard her sigh and pause in licking. With a groan she shook her head. "Problem?"

"Yes, Sir. I can't until you say...say the word. Please Sir, please say it."

"Then work if you want it."

Twenty minutes later I thrust deep in her throat, spilling my release down her throat.

She lapped at my cock, trying to not give me a reason to make her wait any longer. When she was finished she sat back on her heels, her chest thrust out in front of her. "Please Sir, please."

"I said you could."

Her eyes rimmed with tears. "I can't, Sir. Not without you saying..."

I picked up the strap. "Really? I should test that."

SNAP

I laid a strike over her naked breasts. She moaned deep, thrusting her chest out for more.

"Uggghhhhhh...Sir..." she whined.

SNAP

Her eyes closed, her mouth opened, panting. She twisted on her heels trying desperately to find something to send her over the edge, but was unable. Seeing that she couldn't, she started to cry.

SNAP SNAP

As the other two strikes landed, she jerked but continued to sob, unable to get relief without my permission. I ran my fingers over her hardened nipples, one side than the other.

"Now." I said and as soon as the last letter was out of my mouth she screamed and collapsed on the ground. I watched waves of pent up tension flow through her. "Now." As the second command hit her ears, she started a fresh round of screaming.

"Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir." she repeated over and over. Slowly she got back to her hands and knees, looking at me.

"Tell me about what is going on."

"Sir, after the last few weeks, and seeing the slaves downstairs...I left here so worked up. I wanted to be a good girl, I really tried, but once I felt it too much...and I tried." she confessed, fresh tears came from her eyes. "But as much as I tried...I couldn't. Not without your permission."

I watched her after her confession. She wasn't upset that she had been trained; she was upset that she was trying to be bad. Just like before, I needed to test this.

"How do you feel now, girl?" I asked.

She smiled at me, moisture still in the bottom of her eyes. "Much better, Sir. Thank you."

"Now." I demanded and watched as her body reacted, her eyes rolling back, breath panting as another release overcame her, without any stimulation. "Good girl."

"Thank you, Sir." she purred. "Please Sir, may I please you?"

"Not right now." I told her, brushing her cheek. "I want to see more of this. How much do you want this?"

"So much, Sir. I want to do anything you ask, Sir."

"Stand. We are going to the basement." I commanded her. She started to gather her clothes, but I slapped her face. "Did I tell you to get dressed? I said stand."

She scampered back to her feet, wearing only the necklace I gave her. "I'm sorry, Sir."

"No talking. I will gag you if I have to." I told her and her gaze went down. "What should I call you? Downstairs is Useless and Worthless..and whatever Chase has named the third."

I waited to see if she would answer, but took my threat seriously. I needed to figure out a better way of communicating.

SLAP

My hand came down on her breast, causing her to moan. "What should I call you?"

Her head hung, but her voice was heard. "Master downstairs called me Princess, Sir."

"You know that was not a term of endearment."

"Worthless and Useless are, Sir?"

SNAP

The strap bit across her thigh. She leaned into the strike to take more force. "Thank you, Sir."

"How about Slut?" I suggested. I saw the word struck her wrong, but was so compliant she didn't dare object. "Yes?"

"If you wish, Sir." was the closest to a complaint as I got.

"I know, Princesslut."

Again the neutral response. "If you wish, Sir."

"I have an idea." I said as I moved from her. She flew to her feet, stopping behind me, eyes down. "We are going out."

I opened the door to room five and walked out into the club. I saw her pause for a split second at the door before stepping out and next to me. She remained behind me, eyes on the floor, but walked through the club clad only in the collar I had given her.

I took the long route to the stairs down, not hearing a word from her. As we descended into Chase's domain the sounds of pleasure and pain both met us.

The rapist who had attacked Madeline was strapped where Worthless had been, legs spread wide. He seemed to be getting the same treatment as the previous female. Useless was ramming his ass with the strap-on she had worn previously and going to town on the guy. He on the other hand was bawling and screaming in pain.

Looking around I saw Chase no where to be seen. Four steps further into the dungeon had Worthless coming up to me, kneeling and prostrating herself before me.

"Hello Master." she spoke in a whisper voice. "How many I please you?"

"I am looking for Chase."

"Yes, Master." the girl stood. "Please follow me."

She led me to a room farther back where Chase was standing with a whip in his hand. Laid out before him was the second, newer male slave. The slave already had bloody welts down his back. As soon as the girl moved into the room, a chime sounded on Chase's belt.

"What the fuck business do you have..." he started to berate the girl who was now prostrate on the floor. As he spoke, his gaze found me. "Ah, I have guests."

He swished the whip as he turned to greet us, watching the yip fall onto the girl's back. It cracked when it hit flesh causing the girl to let out a cry, silenced immedately by her waiting to experience the shock.

"Hello again." Chase turned to me and Madeline, ignoring his two slaves. "To what do I owe the honour?"

"I need a test for this slave. We are discussing her name. I have a test to see what it is." I told Chase. His gaze washed over Madeline.

"Very well, how may I help?"

"I want you to fuck her." I explained to Chase, who immediately got a smile on his face.

"Gladly." he moved and grabbed Madeline by the hair. "On the wall, slave."

Madeline glanced back at me for only a second before placing her hands on the wall, her legs open and feet spread.

A quick conference with Chase explained the word I wanted him to use. He nodded. A few more words exchanged, I headed for the stairs.

"I will be back in twenty minutes." I told Madeline. "You be a good girl."

"Yes, Sir." She glanced at me, then back at Chase who approached her.

I went into the crowded club. Not that I didn't want to watch Chase fuck her, I wanted to know if my training held if I wasn't there. I thought she would have an easier time keeping control if I was there and she thought she would disappoint me.

I had three beers while I waited. I wanted Chase to put her through the paces, to do anything he could to break her. I had warned that she wasn't a thrall, so the treatment set aside for his slaves was too extreme for mine.

It was nearly forty-five minutes before I returned to the dungeon. I found her bent over a saw horse, new welts on her back and legs. Chase stood over her with a cane. Every so often he would strike her, forcing her to moan and call out.

"Pretty impressive, I must admit." Chase told me as I neared. Madeline's head turned to see me and she smiled.

"Well?" I asked.

"I said it twice, no reaction." he told me moving to unfasten Madeline. She got free, ran to my feet and knelt.

"He says you were a good girl?" I asked Madeline.

"Yes, Sir. I was a good girl." she insisted.

"I beat her, fucked her, had one of the girls fuck her then beat her some more. She stayed true." Chase explained. "She is awful loud, but other than that, I would be glad to keep her here, for you."

"I have one more test." I told Chase with a nod. "Come."

I walked toward the stairs seeing Madeline following close behind, her eyes down. Going into the club I weaved her through the people naked seeing her not react. I stopped in the middle of the club, eyes drawing to her. She stopped and waited.

"Now." I whispered. Her head went back and she dropped to her knees as a scream escaped her lips, her body quivering with release. More eyes turned to her from the display, lust in most of them. As she tried to get her breath under control I leaned down. "Now." Prompting an entire other episode.

"Thank you, Sir." she whispered.

"Not done yet. One more. Now!"

Her third scream was just as loud and powerful as the first, and her body convulsed as much. She gasped for air, but remained on her knees waiting for me to give her another command. Her shoulders trembled from strain of exertion.

"Up." came my next command and she flew to her feet. Hands rested behind her back, eyes looking at nothing on the floor. Without further comment, I led her back to the dungeon.

As we passed the threshold where Chase's slave had stopped, I saw Madeline breath a sigh of relief. Then came a scream of pain as the male slave I had brought down pawed at his collar to get it to stop.

"How did it go?" Chase asked as he walked past the male slave. "Forgive Cocksucker there. He's having an issue. As soon as he calms, the screams with stop."

"She did well. Can I leave her down here tonight, so she can see what all goes on?" I asked Chase. The other thrall came over to look at my slave. Madeline kept her eyes on the ground, chest out.

"What is its name?" he asked me, reaching up and touching her skin.

"Princess." I explained and head Chase chuckle. "She passed upstairs, I thought I would reward her."

"Reward..." Chase said the word slowly. "What an odd word."

Our conversation was interrupted by another wail followed by a scream. The same man was sobbing in between screams. Finally Chase's face showed annoyance.

"Worthless!" he cried. It was less than two minutes later before the female he called for fall at his feet, prostrating on the floor. "I am sick of Cocksucker's noise. Beat him until he is silent."

Without comment the girl picked up a strap and swung it toward the male. He screamed in pain, swearing at his attacker before screaming as the shock overcame him. The girl continued the exercise, waiting for him to stop yelling each time.

Fifteen minutes later, seeing Madeline watching while licking her lips the entire time, the man stopped protesting, even when struck, and lapsed into silence. The girl continued even after his silence because Chase had told her to.

"Acceptable, Worthless." Chase came over, his hand running over her body. She leaned into his caress, pleading for more. "I will turn your collar off this evening and get one of the stock boys down here to work you over." He pulled the remote from his pocket and pushed a button.

"Thank you Lord and Master." the girl spoke, her voice barely over a whisper.

"Return to your cell." Chase waved her away. Her feet were lighter as she moved back, her head filled with thoughts for the evening. He reached and unstrapped the man, sending him melting to the floor. "Cocksucker, get back to your cell."

The man tried to get up and got struck on the back with the strap, sending him back to the ground. He choked out silent sobs. Eventually he cut his losses and crawled out of the room and back to the small cell he had been assigned.

"How is the second one doing?" I asked Chase, in a language the slave at my side didn't know, and retrieved a sigh in return.

"Not as well as I hoped. I'm getting to the point of taking extreme measures."

"You aren't extreme?" I chuckled.

"I am not as extreme as I could be." Chase shook his head. "I'm working on a machine to fuck them when I run out of slaves to do it, but it's slow going."

I knew Chase was an engineer, and a successful one at that. He had collaborated with other in the Temple to build some of the things that made the Temple work. That was why he was given such liberty and space.

"But, that's not your problem. What do you want for your slave? Princess, huh? Cushion? Pillows?"

"Nothing like that. No collar, though. I expect her to be able to get there."

"Soft slavery. What a concept." he commented, although he nodded. "I don't have an extra one anyway, but I will get one made for her. How long do you expect before she wears it?"

"No more than a year. I want to test her pain capabilities, limits. I also have to ease her out of working. She's a lawyer, so if you keep her there is that to use."

"Do you mind if she helps me tonight? I'll have her fuck Pointless tonight. A new face, or cock, as it were. I need something different to shake him up."

"String him up? Keep him up all day and night till his limbs are numb?"

"Are you sure you don't want to come down here for awhile?" Chase chuckled. "I'll make sure your slave feels at home down here."

I turned to Madeline, going back to English. "You will be here tonight. He is not going to collar you, but other than that, you are expected to obey him in all things."

"Yes, Sir." she looked up at me with adoration.

"He will ask you to do things tonight. I expect you to do them. He will give you permission. Tell me you understand."

"I understand, Sir. I will listen to..."

"Master." Chase spoke with the authority he had in his domain. She looked at him for a moment before turning back to me.

"I understand, Sir. I will listen to Master." she assured me. I touched her cheek and she closed her eyes, enjoying my touch.

"Good girl. I will reward you if you do well." I promised her.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you Sir."

Chase grabbed her hair, dragging her across the floor. She struggled to keep up for the first few steps before getting her feet better under her. He marched her around his cells before deciding on one. With a final flick of his wrist, he tossed her into the small space and shut the door behind him.

She tumbled across the concrete floor, her eyes darting around to get her bearings. Finally she came back to her knees, hands behind her back and eyes closed. Her mouth pantomimed words, comforting herself with some thought she clung to. Finally after a moment, I saw her visibly relax and her breath steadied.

"Self-comforting whore. That's new." Chase commented to me, his voice quiet enough for her to not hear.

"I can happen if you don't terrorize them first." I gave as a side thought.

"But that's the best part. Watching their eyes as they break...better than sex...almost better as being fed from." Chase confessed, then gave a wry smile. "Almost."

"Yea." I agreed. "There are alot of 'almosts' I can think of."

"I will take care of her. You don't have to worry." Chase assured me, with us having come to some sort of understanding.

"If I was, she wouldn't be staying." I told him.