The first day of my new life began when I met my Owner.
After being in the van for who knows how long, we eventually reached our destination, and the coffin was carried out. I came to during this part. The uneven swaying of two people jostled me from sleep. I tried to scream, but by this point, I was exhausted, dehydrated, and defeated. All I could do was whimper. Not to mention I still had the gag on and whatever cloth was shoved in my mouth. The two slaves carrying my coffin didn't make an attempt to rescue me.
After enduring this for some minutes, I was finally set down with a thud. My head was aching, and I was desperate for some fresh air and water. Drops of funny smelling liquid hit my black hood from the vent above my head. I only smelled it for a second before sleep overtook me again.
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When I woke again, my hood was gone and light was blinding me. It took me a minute to get used to the glare. I was in what looked like some sort of basement judging by the size and lack of windows. The stairs to the upper floor were right in front of me, going up and to the left. The floor was cement and fluorescent lights hung down from above. The walls were a pale gray. After a closer look, it definitely was a basement, but it was also a dungeon. There were racks of whips, floggers, and other, scarier things on the wall. Things of metal and leather. At the sight of them, I began to freak out again, breathing in as hard as my harness gag would allow.
I was standing, leaning slightly backwards against something. When I reached to pull the gag off, my hands were caught. I looked down. I wasn't really standing. I was strapped to some sort of table or tray (still clothed) that had been tilted almost vertically, so that my feet rested on a small steel plank towards the bottom, a few inches off the floor. Nylon straps held my hands and ankles down to the tray, as well as a few steps across my chest and legs.
Immediately, I began to struggle, though this time with less veracity. My head felt swollen, and I could feel my temples thumping, but even still, my body had enough water to supply me fresh tears. I yelled into the gag, desperately trying to get someone's attention. They weren't loud yells, nor were they incoherent. I was trying to alert whoever had "bought" me that I was awake.
It didn't take long for someone to hear, but they weren't who I was expecting. I heard the door at the top of the stairs open followed by footsteps down the stairs. I saw the bare feet, then the latex pencil-skirt. By the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, I had a good look at her.
Her skirt was missing its back end, letting this woman's large, pale ass hang out the back. When she turned towards me, I saw how wide her hips were. Connecting to her skirt was a black corset pushing up her B or C cup breasts. She had black hair tied back in a ponytail and black eye shadow around her large eyes. She walked towards me with authority and glared at me. Her eyes were green, rimmed with an ocean blue. I was immediately scared of her and her burning gaze.
I tried to speak to her, but all that came out were muffled sounds. She eyed me up and down with disgust.
The door opened again, and this time shoes plodded down the steps. The man that emerged was wearing a suit and tie. He was about 5' 10" and had a full black beard covering the bottom of his face. His hair was similarly coal-black and came down just past his ears in a wave. Another girl, in a red latex bodysuit, followed him down the stairs, her head slightly downcast.
When the man saw me, a broad smile broke out on his face, and I could see his white teeth and shimmering blue eyes, full of joy and grace.
"Welcome!" he said, clapping his hands together. "It's nice to see you're awake."
I pulled at all my restraints, and yelled into my gag.
The man looked like he was expecting a different reaction. "You must be exhausted. And quite thirsty. Whore, why don't you get some water for our new friend." The girl in red latex walked towards the corner of the room where there was a sink and filled a metal cup.
Her suit covered her from neck to ankle, and she wore a black harness over it. Two diamond shapes outlined her breasts (probably B cup) and another covered her belly, connecting to straps that made a V shape towards her crotch, looking like a pair of black panties. She walked towards me with the cup.
"Cunt," said the man, "I want you to take her gag off."
The woman in black turned to me and began removing the harness from the back of my head. The man smiled patiently. Once it was off, she also pulled out the white cloth that had been shoved in my mouth. I relished the breath of clean air and almost immediately took a sip of the water the red girl was holding to my lips.
I drank all of it, with the red girl tilting the cup back as I drank. Once I was done, she moved away and the guy was still smiling.
"I don't know what's going on, or who you are, but..."
The man shushed me with a good natured wave of his hand. "I know you're confused, it's okay. If you'll just give me a moment to explain, I'll straighten all this out for you."
"Please," I said, beginning to cry, "just let me go, I don't know..."
"Hey, hey, hey," the man said. Just listen and everything will make sense." By this point, the red woman had come back and gave me another sip of water. I drank it all again. My head was swimming.
The man had pulled up a stool and sat down. "Look," he began, "my name is Mr. Garrett. I'm a wealthy man and you're in my basement. See, though I lead a very successful life, it's not exactly the most fulfilling one. A few years ago, I decided to remedy that. I bought a slave."
My mind spun at the word.
He gestured to the woman in black. "That's Cunt. I've had her for about...oh...four years now. Isn't that right, Cunt?"
