Dave Buys A Slave Ch 11

Hey everyone, so here's a chapter that many of you have been waiting for! As for my last chapter, I wanted to clarify; Ellie is 47 years old (as I mentioned in her intro chapter) and Jessica is 26 years old. However, I have nobody to blame for this quality control lapse but myself. I appreciate you guys for being so attentive and respectfully pointing that out. Truly, a writer without a readership is a sailboat without wind.

With that said, I love reading the reader-theories that you guys write in the comments and/or send to me in private feedback e-mails. Feel free to send me more reader-theories, constructive feedback about realism/pacing, or simply to say

Hi

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As always; this is purely fiction and consent is obviously necessary in real-life. Though, my audience is clever enough to not need that spelled out for them...

Ellie woke up in the early morning. Her stomach growled as she spent the last ungodly number of hours handcuffed and tied to the futon. On top of that, her wrists and ankles were getting sore from the prolonged bondage. The positions Dave tied her in left little wiggle room, thus the sleep she got wasn't the most restful either. Ellie also listened to Dave have sex with both Lauren and Jessica throughout the night, as evidenced by their constant ball-gagged moaning.

Ellie heard some rustling from the bedroom. Dave exited his bedroom, though Lauren and Jessica weren't with him as they stayed behind in bed. Dave flipped the lights on in his living room, thus ensuring Ellie was fully aware of his presence, despite her grogginess. Dave stripped off the shorts he was wearing and positioned himself on top of Ellie as he straddled her torso, he tucked his morningwood of to the side as it pressed against the side of her flattened stomach. Dave unbuckled her gag and Ellie massaged her jaw for a brief moment, before Dave plunged three of his fingers inside her mouth. Ellie was caught off guard.

"Suck on my fingers" Dave commanded "and

don't

use any teeth."

Ellie was unsure why he'd ask such a thing but she obeyed her owner's wish. She sucked on Dave's fingers, focusing only on what she thought Dave would be looking for, if only to get him to ease off of her a bit. Dave pulled his fingers out of her mouth just as suddenly as he inserted them. He wiped the saliva off on her breast.

"That was just a test. Every time you suck me off, it needs to feel just like that. Got it?"

Ellie nodded to signal she understood.

Dave repositioned himself so that his crotch was just above the blonde captive's face. He inserted his erect penis in her mouth. Ellie closed her mouth around the shaft and started to fellate Dave. Dave began to thrust his hips slowly at first, still testing Ellie's bite reflex. After his first few undulations that resulted in his vehement

no teeth

rule being obeyed, he decided to thrust his hips even harder into Ellie's face. Dave's testicles started to smack Ellie right in her cleft chin. This ceased being a blowjob and had become a full-on mouthfucking, as Dave could feel Ellie's legs squirm behind him.

Feeling Ellie's mild resistance to the mouthfuck yet feeling the absence of any teeth only encouraged Dave to thrust faster and to plunge himself deeper into the throat of the blonde cougar. Dave removed her glasses as he stopped for a moment.

"Now we're going to deepthroat", not really asking if she was ready.

He stopped thrusting for a moment and instead plunged himself as far into Ellie as he could, and he held the back of her head to prevent her movement. Dave stared deep into Ellie's eyes as they darted around the room; Ellie wished that she could be anywhere but her current circumstance.

Dave could see Ellie's eyes water while he could feel her legs thrashing behind him and her jaw starting to contract involuntarily. He held her head in place for a few more moments before yanking his cock out of her entirely to give Ellie the few moments she needed to catch her breath. Once Ellie's breathing normalized, he re-inserted his man-meat back inside her mouth and began to thrust once more, showing no signs of concern for how sore Ellie's mouth and throat must have been.

The oral rape continued for several more minutes. The loud

gluck gluck gluck

sounds could be heard from the bedroom. Soon, Lauren and Jessica both roused from their slumber. He saw the two of them exit the bedroom.

"Good morning my little doves!" Dave said in a tone pleasant enough to betray the fact that he was orally raping a woman at that very moment.

Jessica came over to Dave gingerly and kissed him on the cheek.

"Good morning, Master. What would you like for breakfast?" Jessica asked as she rubbed the Sandman's spell away.

"Breakfast is going to just be you and Lauren this morning" Dave said. "I have other plans in store for Ellie and I" in a forceful tone.

He returned his gaze towards Jessica "So you two can have whatever you want, okay my little cherub?"

"Thank you, master". Jessica left and headed for the kitchen, not wanting to acknowledge that Ellie was being mouthufcked against her will.

Dave turned his focus entirely back towards Ellie and started pumping harder and harder. Moments later. Dave felt that he was going to cum. He pulled himself out of Ellie and used one of his hands to keep her face still as he ejaculated all over the middle-aged blonde's face. Ellie had enough foresight to close her eyes right before the semen landed on her face. He used his fingers to spread his seed into an even coating on Ellie's face.

"The even coating will make it dry faster" Dave mentioned.

Ellie could tell that it wasn't intended as a joke. After her face was sufficiently covered in his little tadpoles, Dave plunged the ball-gag back into Ellie's mouth before she could protest and secured it tightly around the bag of her head.

Dave got off of Ellie and said "I'll be right back" before he joked "So don't go anywhere!"

He went into his closet to retrieve the yellow rain poncho. He returned to the futon in the living room and entered Ellie's field of view.

"I'm going to untie you now.

Don't

do anything stupid and

don't

touch your face or your gag. Got it?"

Ellie nodded to signal that she understood. Thus, Dave untied her ankles as she remained motionless. Dave then unlocked her handcuffs, though kept one cuff on her.

"Now, get up and put this poncho on" Dave ordered, and Elie complied without a fuss.

Once the poncho was on, and Dave confirmed that it covered roughly 3/4ths of her body, he cuffed her hands behind her back once more.

"Wait here" Dave ordered.

He went to his bedroom once more. He came back with a leash that he clipped to the front of her slave collar, and the pair of high heels that Jessica came home with. Dave wasn't sure if her and Ellie were the same size, though it wouldn't have mattered if the heels were a bit misaligned; their purpose was escape-prevention rather than fashion. Dave put Ellie's glasses back on, now that the semen had sufficiently crusted on her face.

Dave eyed his blonde captive up-and-down to inspect her.

"Actually, one minor tweak."

Dave unbuckled Ellie's slotted ball-gag and removed it. He carried it into the bedroom and fished around for one of his prized novelty ball-gags, and found just the one he was looking for. He returned to the living room where Ellie stood involuntarily. He inserted the new ball-gag into Ellie's mouth, a bright red one that had

SLAVE

printed across the front, and buckled it tightly behind her head. Dave took a step back to admire his handiwork. He nodded to himself; he clearly liked what he saw. He pulled out his phone and toggled Ellie's collar to

Tether Mode

, while leaving Jessica and Lauren in

Fence Mode

.

Dave leaned around the corner to the kitchen, where Lauren and Jessica were just sitting down to eat breakfast. The two naked slave-sisters were smiling and giggling amongst each other.

"Goodbye my little pastries" he offered in a loving tone.

The enslaved pair piped back

Goodbye

Master in unison. He grabbed Ellie's leash and gave it a tug just harsh enough to signal

let's get moving

. Ellie pulled back against the leash initially, though Dave yanked on the leash a second time to further send the message that her walk was not optional. Ellie complied after the second, more forceful, tug.

The pair exited the apartment and Dave locked the door behind him. Ellie offered no resistance walking down the stairs as this was a precarious position for her, but as soon as they hit the parking lot Ellie started to offer more resistance to being walked on a literal leash. Dave's forceful tugs corrected her behavior by the time they reached the car. Dave buckled Ellie into the passenger seat before getting into his driver's seat. Dave started the engine and left the parking lot, this time not bothering to put a blindfold on his escape-prone slave.

Dave reached over and fondled Ellie as he drove. Ellie's demeanor flipped between looking pleadingly at Dave and muttering soft incoherent babble and visible shows of anger with similarly unintelligible yet scowl curses. Dave stopped at a red light, and used the opportunity to correct the blonde MILF. He turned slightly.

"Do you not understand the concept of a ball-gag,

slave

?" in a condescending tone. "It means, among other things,

I don't want to hear you right now

. So, keep quiet or face consequences."

Dave delivered in a sharp tone as he leered into Ellie's green eyes. He could tell that she was afraid by the look in her eyes alone. Dave could tell through his peripheral vision that the light had turned green, and thus returned his focus to driving. Ellie fell silent for the rest of the trip.

Dave pulled into the parking lot of a small breakfast diner. He cut the engine, got out and then helped Ellie get out of her seat. Once outside of the vehicle, he grabbed Ellie's leash and locked his car remotely as he walked towards the interior of the diner. Dave noticed that Ellie's breathing became deeper and more frantic, her resistance to Dave's leash tugs this time were more involuntary now. Nevertheless, Dave's harsh tugs served to correct Ellie's path.

Dave entered the diner, with Ellie in tow.

"Table for two" Dave told the hostess.

The diner was moderately busy, though seating was still available. The hostess prompted Dave to follow her, and Dave led Ellie by the leash past several tables of patrons to where the hostess had guided them. The pair took their seats. Dave scanned the small restaurant, and noticed that some of the other customers had started to peer over and look towards his table. Ellie started to blush with embarrassment. While she had exited the local news cycle immediately after the judge banged the gavel, her face was still recognizable, despite the red ball-gag and the dried semen. Dave saw the other customers become onlookers and rubberneckers, though he didn't care so long as they kept their distance. He also heard the whispers of

She got sold as a slave? That's what you get, bitch

and similar mantras.

The waitress came back with two menus and placed them on the table. One in front of Dave and one in front of the clearly-handcuffed Ellie. Dave opened the menu and scanned briefly, trying to decide what he wanted. His concentration was broken by Ellie's soft and muffled sobbing. He looked up and started to see the tears streaming down her cheeks, though he callously looked back down at the menu. He opted to let Ellie wallow in her misery until the waitress returned.

The waitress came back and asked if the couple was ready to order.

"I'll have the pancake stack with a side of sausage links, and she'll have the oatmeal with berries. Water for both of us" Dave said, making absolutely no effort to even look at Ellie or consider what she wanted; sex slaves don't have choices or opinions.

Dave struck up a one-sided conversation with his gagged captive blonde.

"So, Ellie" Dave started, though the use of her first name perked the ears of other patrons, in an it's

definitely her

sense. "It doesn't have to be like this. All you have to do to get the public humiliation to stop is to submit to me."

Ellie's sobbing had devolved into involuntary sulking.

"I'll only punish you so long as your actions make me do so. Take your slave-sister Jessica for example;

that

's how a proper modern slave woman behaves!"

Dave didn't seem to care that phones from other tables had

discreetly

come out to record the one-way discussion at his table. The food arrived sooner than Dave had anticipated it would, though he didn't mind.

"I'm going to get ungag you now. Don't cause a scene" Dave ordered as Ellie stared back at him and stared pleadingly at her owner.

She put her head down as her master approached and he unbuckled the gag that kept his mature blonde silenced. Dave carefully laid the ball-gag onto Ellie's lap before turning to her.

"That's going back in at the end of this meal, so I'd be careful to not let it hit the floor, if I were you."

The fear on Ellie's face was palpable. Dave sat back down and started to cut into his pancakes.

"David" Ellie began.

"

Master

" Dave corrected her.

"

Master

" Ellie said as she swallowed what little pride she had left "aren't you going to uncuff me?" she pleaded softly.

"No"

Ellie was taken aback by the curtness of her former student's response. Ellie sat there dumbstruck, hungry and humiliated as her bottom lip quivered. She began to lower her face towards her bowl of oatmeal.

Is this what he wants? For me to eat like a dog in public?

Dave picked up a spoon and scooped some oatmeal and berries.

"Sit back, and open your mouth" Dave shot, to Ellie's relief.

The enslaved blonde did as her master instructed. Dave spoon-fed her the oatmeal, and Ellie gratefully took in the morsel of sustenance; she hadn't eaten in over 16 hours as part of her punishment for slapping Jessica. Dave returned his attention to his gargantuan breakfast. It seemed to be a ratio of three-to-one for Dave's bites to spoonful's of oatmeal that Ellie received from Dave. However, Dave seemed to enjoy that Ellie was suddenly far more docile than she had been since he first picked her up from the prison. After all, she was now completely dependent on him, and he savored every bit of it.

Dave wound up inhaling the breakfast, though lamented that Lauren's pancakes were still superior. He continued to spoon-feed Ellie. He could tell that she wanted to protest, but was too focused on her incoming meal to mount any form of resistance against him. Ellie took the occasional sip of water from the straw in her glass, if nothing more than to buy herself a few precious moments reprieve from Dave's force-feeding.

Dave waved down the waitress and asked for the check as soon as Ellie finished her bowl of oatmeal. As he waited for the waitress to bring him the check, Dave stood up and re-gagged Ellie, despite her soft pleas to the contrary. Plead as she did, Dave ignored the cries of his yellow-haired property all the same. He slid the red ball-gag back into her moth and secured it into place before paying for the meal. Upon signing the credit card receipt, Dave grabbed Ellie's leash and gave it a gentle tug. Ellie shimmied her way out of the booth and stood back up, with some assistance from Dave, and the couple walked out of the diner and back towards his car.

Dave buckled his slave into the passenger seat before returning to his driver's seat. He fired up the engine, though paused as the engine hummed. He looked deeply into Ellie's green eyes as he saw that she was beginning to tear up again.

"You know what?" Dave proclaimed rhetorically "Change of plans; it's a nice day. Let's go for a walk in the park!"

Ellie's eyes had grown wide with fear, as if she were saying

you can't be serious

, though she feared the consequences of trying to be too vocal, thus she didn't argue.

Within a few minutes, Dave pulled into a gravel parking lot of the local park. He had enjoyed the quick drive as he rolled down the windows as Ellie sulked. He helped Ellie get out of the car, and tugged on her leash as he guided her down a designated walking trail. Dave led Ellie on a path that ran adjacent to a large open field. Dave enjoyed the fresh air, the cool breeze and the sun shining down upon him. The field seemed to have all manner of people; a young couple enjoying a picnic, an intense game of frisbee, a group of women enjoying an outdoor yoga session.

Dave looked back and saw that Ellie had started to tear up again upon seeing the slice-of-life scene unfolding in front of her eyes.

"See?" Watch them enjoying their lives. Not a care in the world."

Dave turned back towards Ellie "and nobody is going to save you" in a dark tone.

Ellie shuttered, though she knew that he was right. Dave lightened his tone as he wrapped around his slave.

"But, we could be one of those cute couples, happily enjoying the sun" Dave offered "and all you have to do is be a good girl." Society had softened on the use of the term

girl;

an enslaved woman could be called a

girl

regardless of her age with zero stigma.

Dave continues to pull Ellie's leash along the path, though it seemed the further and further they walked, the more and more people took notice of them. While slave culture was alive and well, a woman covered in dried cum being walked out in public against her will was still not a typical site. As more onlookers took notice, some began to recognize her. After all, the televised and livestreamed trial had garnered Ellie some local infamy. Many outrightly cheered as she was sentenced. Ellie felt as if she had died inside, as if the last bit of feminism she had left had exited her body. She couldn't call herself a woman's activist anymore since she allowed herself to become a man's sex slave. Although, she realized that the phrase

allowed herself

wasn't completely accurate either.

Dave stopped on the path as it reached its apex. He took a deep breath and looked up at the sky, towards nothing in particular. Dave soaked in the moment and all that he was thankful for; to be alive, for this beautiful day, to have good health and fortune enough to stop and smell the roses. He looked back at his cum-caked slave.

"Alright, let's head back home."

Ellie's face had a look of relief, though it was broken as Dave doubled back, thus leading her past the same crowd that had leered at her minute's prior. To her, the walk back to the car took forever and seemed to take place in a different dimension altogether; a dimension in which time slowed to an absolute crawl.

The master-and-slave pair reached the hatchback, and Dave assisted his captive blonde into the passenger seat. Dave fired up the engine and drove home, though not passing up the chance to fondle Ellie on the way. This time, Ellie didn't wince away or try to futilely protest through her gag. Dave enjoyed Ellie's tight core, her soft skin ,and her perky-though-slightly-small bust. Soon, Dave pulled into his spot and he gathered his blonde belonging from the passenger seat and tugged her inside and up the stairs to his unit.

Once inside his apartment, he commanded Ellie to stop by grabbing the back of her neck and gently guiding her into the wall. He used the moment to switch her collar back into

Fence Mode

. He ordered her to freeze as he removed her high heels just after entering his unit, before uncuffing her. Lastly, Dave removed her ball-gag and then ordered Ellie to remove the poncho. Ellie stood naked once more by the locked front door as Dave beckoned Jessica, who had come to greet her master, to put the slave hardware away. Dave stared longingly at Ellie, admiring her.