His sleep was disturbed by the door creak. As he opened his eyes, at first, he couldn't realize where he was, so he tried to recollect the answer by putting the jigsaw of his past memories together. Here he stands with his arms shackled in a dark hall, completely soaked in ice-cold water, here is the man who calls himself Master, smacking his face, then his mistress rinse his face and wrist wounds with the liquid that burns, here he is alone in a concrete room, having only the single light bulb and red dot of the camera, tucked in blanked, bitterly crying, unable to get warmer, then he scrubs the bland mass from the bowl, accompanied by the clanking chain, he wants to eat that badly. And then the realization: his past life was no more. It's better if he submits, it's not as painful, he doesn't belong to himself, but now these cruel strangers will take control of his body and make all the decisions, and he could not, virtually could not do anything about it. Yesterday, before he had lost himself in his restless sleep, his only thoughts were of... Taking his own life, but still he needed to come up with the way to do it, and to get an opportunity, if he completely reach his limits. He still cherished the probability of some way to smoothly settle the situation, an escape, for example.
- Good morning, bitch! On your knees with your head down, don't even think of looking into the eyes, unless permitted! Greet your Mistress! - the woman entered the room, getting into the temporizing posture, slightly parting her legs, putting down her hands holding a crop, held from each side.
Nicky began moving sluggishly, crawling out of relatively warm blanket, and by glancing at his Mistress pretty figure, he noticed a taser hanging on her belt, then he said with his head bowed down:
- Good morning, my Mistress...
- Fast learner, aren't you?! - Or perhaps you are afraid of the taser, just like all the other puppies? - she said mockingly.
- One and the other, Mistress, - answered Nicky, keeping his head down.
- You quite cunning, perhaps you are also smart. Then pick up the brush and groom yourself.
Nicky fussed around, trying to find the brush, that had been given to him yesterday, hoping that the whole day will pass like this, and nothing bad would happen, having little faith in it. He still was nervously shivering. Having found the brush, he began brushing his hair from the tips, without raising his head, he still haven't given his Mistress a single look.
- You can raise your head, it will be much more comfortable for you, raise your head, but not your eyes, bitch. - and hurry!
Nicky quickened up, tearing his hair.
- Here! - the woman threw a little box on the mat near Nicky. A pack of wet wipes landed near it. Nicky flinched from the sound and dropped the brush, glancing at the item that landed near him.
- I want your body smooth and hairless, you can find depilatory cream there, do you know how to use it? Or will you find out?
- I will find out, Mistress, - he mumbled grabbing the box with his arm, and the brush in his other one.
- Good! I will come back soon, and you must be ready, so don't take much time, she turned around and left, slamming the door.
Nicky followed his Mistress with his eyes, barely restraining himself not showing her his middle finger, keeping in mind that there was the ever-present camera in the corner of the room, eagerly fixating all his movements, and that otherwise, the punishment would not have had long to be delivered. He took the depilatory cream box, threw out its contents to his feet and began doing what he had to.
An hour and a half after, the young man and the red-haired woman entered the room, Nick, who had already completed his task, was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, remembering. He couldn't make sense, why all this happened to him. Why him, exactly. In his life, everything was fixed and calculated. He'd been on the verge of a splendid career, he didn't do drugs, he wasn't a chimney sweep. Alcohol - sure, but no more than others. Of course, his mind would wonder into some unexplainable ideas and desires, and without much shame, he'd accepted them. But he couldn't imagine his life taking such a hard turn down the hill.
- Don't sleep, or you'll freeze! - a tangible kick followed the voice, the pain spread all over his body. - Wakey-wakey, the inspection has arrived! On your knees, now! - The master picked the bitch by its hair and pulled upwards, in order to prove his own words.
Obeying the hand that guided him, Nicky got onto his knees, glancing at his Master's face.
- Who allowed you to raise your head, you piece of dogshit? - the crop left a red mark on Nicky's face, subtly flashing in the dim light.
Surprised, Nicky tilted towards the direction of the hit, putting his arm on his burning cheek, brushing off the blood from his lips. He gritted his teeth, the rage was crying for a release.
What is that I see in your eyes? - said the woman, walking towards the metal brace in the wall, unlocking the chain in it and yanking the interconnected metal links.
- Do you hate us? - because of the chain pull, Nicky lost his balance and fell on his side. But he didn't want to remain in such fragile state, and instead, he rose on his knees.
- You! Fuckers! - he said in a silent voice.
- Wellll! Now this is an obvious violation of the rules, - chuckled the woman, without addressing anyone in the room, as it seemed. - To punish you now or later, with tact, meaning, understanding... - she thought to herself, passing the cold chain from one hand to another, as if she was weighting it, which jingling sound made Nicky's pale skin crawl. Master quickly punched the bitch to its face, sending it back to the floor, a series of punches followed after that, Master bit his belly, ribs, kidneys, head. Nicky covered his face, and after five minutes, Master backed down, pulling the collar by the chain, making Nicky stand on his knees.
- After fucking, you'll be much more cooperative. Now we need to prepare you well, because if you are fully prepared, it will be much more pleasurable, and the waiting will only enhance the joy form the pain that we gift you, - the red-haired beauty stretched the last words as if she savored each sound of them. - In addition to that, we've prepared something that will shred the last remains of your dignity.
- So what, sissy boy, will you greet your owners, or shall the greetings out of you? - once again, Master menacingly raised his arm for a punch.
- Greetings, Master... - blurted out Nicky in advance, barely taking a rebreather, swiping the blood, waiting for another hit. - And Mistress, - he said a second later, just in case.
- Get on your feet, let's see how you shaved, - the voice was cold. Nicky got up obediently, whining from the pain, holding his hands in his crotch area.
- Such a shy boy, - the woman mocked him with joy.
- So where shall I look at? - Mistress hit Nicky's hands with a crop.
-Come on! Hands on your hips, good job, - she said satisfied, running the crop on his crotch, - Good job on the front, now show me your back and lean forward a little, don't forget to spread... come on, - and slightly slapped his butt.
Nicky turned around on his jelly legs, after a moment of hesitation, bent over, and, without fully realizing what he was doing, obeying the order, with his shaking hands he carefully spread his precious butt cheeks covered in goose bumps, revealing to the whole world his freshly shaven, virgin-pink tight anus ring.
-His butt's shaking, he's shitting himself! - laughed Master, slowly coming to his bitch. - On your fours, - he said, slithering his finger over Nicky's tender skin around his anus, making it shrink ever tighter. Nicky flinched and breathed frantically. The woman passed him the collar chain.
Without turning away, Nicky clumsily got on all fours, held his head against the now cooled down mat, shamefully hiding his face in his palms.
Please don't, Master - there were desperate hints of begging in his voice. - Please.
- Heh! - laughed out the young man, obviously his mood was getting better. - Please what?! Say please what, say it, bitch, say it out loud!
- Please don't... this... - he kept slurring until he was interrupted by the woman.
- Do you remember, slut, that every time you address us, you must start with saying "Master" or "Mistress" respectfully, your answers must be clear and precise, so we won't struggle to hear you, or shall I beat these rules into your head with a whip? Or maybe cut it on your skin with a knife?
But now, Nicky nervously said:
- Mistress, forgive me... Mistress.
Mistress and Master looked at each other and laughed heartfully, and after catching his breath, the man repeated his question again.
- So what is it, pussy, "please don't Master" what, - he said mockingly, rubbing his hands, obviously growing impatient.
