It had been a typical day for college sophomore Angela, wake up, shower, class always doing her best to blend into the crowd. The girl herself was a beauty though you would never know it. Her shoulder-length red hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, light blue eyes downcast searching the ground in front of her, a stunningly fit body always covered up with baggy loose-fitting clothing. This was Angela's life, no friends, no confidence, just another cog in the wheel.
Coming back to her small apartment Angela did her forty five minute DVD workout before hopping into the shower to wash off the stink of the day. She realized too late there was someone in the bathroom as she stepped out of the shower. A large-bodied man, a bodybuilder, or maybe some ex-army intimidating person. It was over before she had a chance to scream. The man moved forward and pulled her into a bear hug, a moment later the prick of the needle in the flesh of her pale ass before her world fell into oblivion.
Hours later she awoke still naked but no longer in her apartment. This time a jail cell of cold concrete and a solid steel door with no windows. A single steel cot with no mattress or blankets, a toilet with no seat and a half roll of toilet paper. To cap off the room there was a video camera above the door safely hidden behind a steel mesh to avoid any tampering. The cell wasn't the worst of her worries though it was the sounds from the rest of the building. Both men and women could be heard, some moaning in pleasure others screaming in pain still more begging for orgasmic release. Terrified the girl huddles on the cold steel cot drawing her knees to her modest B cup chest as she wraps her arms around her legs. Soft tears run down her face as Angela waits in the dim light listening to the sounds of people and footsteps moving up and down the hallway just outside her door.
Soon steps are heard again this time just outside her door, a key turns in the lock as the door swings open. An average-sized man dressed in a simple black t-shirt and blue jeans strolls in on his hip is a long black riding crop attached to his belt, in his hand a clipboard.
"Good morning slave, my name is Master Steven and I will be your primary trainer while you attend this slave training facility." His voice is calm and assured as his blue eyes look over the girl a soft smile plays on his lips.
"Now I know you're new here so I will give you some help. The correct way to greet me or any other trainer is to come over, kneel before them replying with the simple words 'Hello Master/Mistress'." Moving the clipboard to his left hand he smiles gently.
"Why don't you give that a try real quick so we can get started."
At first, when her door opened she was relieved, hopeful that she could plead her case, to explain the misunderstanding. As Master Steven spoke though her jaw slowly lowered, fear creeping into her form as the man kept speaking. Something inside Angela snapped and her anger rose like lava inside a volcano.
"What the fuck are you talking about? My name is Angela and I will not..." * SLAP!*
The strike came hard from Master Steven. The force spinning the girl around dropping her to the ground. The Master's voice came quietly.
"You did not hear me correctly. The proper response is for you to come over and kneel before me and say 'Good morning Master Steven."
Angela's vision snapped to black before she even heard the slap that came across her face, as her vision cleared she found herself kneeling on the cold concrete her left cheek hurt. She could taste her blood inside her mouth.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Her voice trembling with a combination of fear and pain. "This is illegal! You cannot hold me here against my Will!"
Master Steven moved, fluid and full of purpose, his left hand gripping a handful of Angela's hair as he sat himself down on the metal bed. Superior strength, years of practice, and the disorientation of the little redhead had her over his lap in a heartbeat as her scream of pain echoed through the hall.
"Listen here slave, I do not care if it is legal, moral, or even right all of that is irrelevant to me." His right-hand lay down against the pale flesh of Angela's ass.
"But what is going to happen now, is I am going to spank you until you understand where you are." The first strike lands as soon as he is finished speaking the loud *CRACK* echoing in the small cell for a brief moment before the girls howl of pain drowns it out. A second and third strike comes from Master.
"You will receive these blows until you tell me you understand the rules. Simply say 'This slave understands Master Steven'
Shock and pain flew through Angela's body as she is drug over Master's lap, he still held her hair firmly as the spankings began. His words drew a cold shiver down her spine as she prayed he was joking, or this was some kind of bad nightmare. The blows continued seven, eight, nine before her voice betrayed her.
"I understand Master Steven!!" * Crack, Crack, Crack!* The blows continued as Angela squirmed and tried to break the hold of his hand in her hair. Her mind reeled in confusion, she said the words. Why wasn't he stopping? What the hell is going on? A thought came to her mind as the tears formed in the corners of her eyes and slowly slid down her cheek. Her thoughts rolling over the words... this slave...this slave. A crying whimper as she barely spoke the words. "This slave understands Master Steven." The words coming between sobs and gasps of air.
Steven gave one more hard swat before admiring the beautiful red that had come to Angela's flesh. His smile was of cruel intention as she muttered the words, a soft nod imperceptible to
the girl is given while his right hand gently rubbed her recently spanked backside. The Master knew her mouth was just spitting out the words he wanted to hear, the lesson not learned yet but it was however a start.
"Very good slave," His hand freed itself from her hair as he continued to speak. "Now on your knees before me and the slave will tell me again that she understands."
