This is a prequel to
A Matter of Convenience,
investigating the relationship that Casper's friend Ron has with his own anal/oral slave girl and how he arrived at the point of spoiling her with monthly orgasms. We also explore more of the world they live in and get a glimpse into how some other slave owners handle their own girls. Very dark content rating, 12k words, two parts.
Content Warnings/Tags: sexual slavery, with slaves treated as chattel; non-consensual body modification (genital/chastity piercings, clit shield); non-consensual recording of a sex slave to create pornography; careless use; sexual overstimulation as punishment
There was something wrong with Ron's slave.
It wasn't any problem with her training. She'd been so perfect when he brought her home, sweet and pretty and eager. She prepared and presented her ass to be fucked on command, and she sucked his cock like she was starving for it. She even kept the apartment tidy and made food for him--she wasn't a professional chef or anything, and she only knew a few recipes, but that wasn't even the job she was sold for, so it was a great bonus.
No, the issue had only started recently, a year into his ownership of her. She'd been getting...moody.
Some days she practically pleaded for him to fuck her, even when he just wanted a quick blowjob. Other days she was openly reluctant to have her ass touched. She had started getting clingy, too, or alternately flinching away from his touch. He'd tried asking her if there was something wrong, but she would just apologize and visibly force herself to do what she was supposed to, as if Ron would just forget her strange behavior.
It was confusing, and it was frustrating--but Ron had to admit, given the timing, it had to be his fault, somehow.
And now, to his immense horror, she was crying.
Ron had just had a fantastic orgasm in her tight ass. It had been her idea, too, because it was another one of those days where she was wheedling and pushing and all but begging him to use her there instead of her mouth, so--and he didn't really mind, she was so cute, he liked giving her things she wanted--he'd finally flipped her over the couch and fucked her like she was asking for.
But now, he'd finished and pulled out and turned her back over, and her eyes were damp, her face streaked with tears.
"Sweetie, what's wrong?" he asked, alarmed. "Did I--are you hurt? Was I too rough?"
She shook her head, and tried to say something, but instead only a squealing, distressed sob burst out of her. She covered her mouth with a fluttering hand and tried to choke back the next sob, hiccoughing frantically as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Oh no," Ron muttered to himself, dismayed. He put an arm around the girl and pulled her towards him until she pressed her face into his chest. "It's okay, shhh, it's okay. Calm down."
"M-M-Master," she stammered out finally, her body trembling against him. "I'm s-sorry!"
"I'm not mad. It's okay," he assured her. He knew slaves weren't meant to have breakdowns like this. There had been some instructions in the care and keeping manual that came with her, what to do to help her reset if she got too distressed--but that didn't seem like a permanent solution, not when this was clearly a result of something he'd done in the first place. "It's okay. Just calm down and tell me why you're crying, okay?"
"I c-c-can't," she sobbed, pressing and squirming closer to him. "It's, it's bad, I'm b-bad."
"No, you're not," Ron insisted immediately. "You're a good girl, you're so good for me. You're not bad. Oh," he sighed when this only made her cry harder. "No, no, shh, it's okay, please stop crying. You're a good girl!"
"I'm sorry, M-master, I'm sorry," she sobbed, shaking her head. "I'm t-trying to be good, but I want things!"
"It's okay," he assured her, rubbing her back. "You're supposed to want things, right? Like--you're supposed to want to make me happy?"
"Yes," she said into his chest. "I do, Master, I want to make you happy so much. But--but I want another thing, too. A b-bad thing."
"Oh boy." Ron took a breath, and thought about getting up to grab the care and keeping manual after all; but he couldn't bring himself to walk away from the crying, trembling slave girl clinging to him. "Well. Okay. It's my job to make sure you behave, right? So tell me what it is that you want that's so bad, and I'll figure out how to fix it."
This, at last, finally seemed to stem her hysteria. Her sobs quieted to sniffles, and eventually she asked, sounding hopeful, "You c-can fix it? Master? You can fix me? You," she hesitated, then continued at a whisper, "You won't--send me back?"
"Of course not," he said immediately, appalled. "I might have to do some research, or maybe we'll have to see the vet, but I promise, whatever it is, I'll find a way to fix it. I would never just get rid of you, you're my sweet girl."
"Really?" She finally peeked up from his chest, her eyes huge and red from crying. "Even--even if it's something really bad?"
That didn't help much with Ron's nerves. He couldn't help but think of the recent trend in horror and thriller movies of depicting slaves that had been brainwashed, broken, or possessed, overcome with homicidal intentions towards their masters.
He was pretty sure that couldn't really happen, though--surely he would've heard about it on the news?--and she clearly needed to be reassured, so he nodded and pushed her hair back, brushing tears away from her face. "Really. Even if you want something really, really bad, I would never return you. I'd miss you too much."
To Ron's dismay, her eyes immediately filled with tears again at that, and she lunged forward to wrap her arms around him. "Thank you, Master, thank you, I would miss you too, I was s-so scared you wouldn't w-want me any more," she sobbed.
"Okay, okay," Ron assured her, rubbing her back again. "I'm sorry you were scared. I should have made sure you understood that, okay? I would never just get rid of you like that." She nodded repeatedly, rubbing her face into his chest, and slowly her sobbing calmed again. "So can you tell me what's wrong? I can't help you fix it until you tell me, right?"
"Um," she said quietly, and finally sat back, kneeling on the couch and looking at him. She chewed her lips for a second, then suddenly got off the couch, kneeling at his feet instead to look up at him. "Can I tell you down here? Is, is that okay, Master?"