Chase looked over the slave, kneeling in her cell with her eyes looking up at him looking for compassion and praise; something the Master never considered toward those he controlled.
She had been doing well, but not to the standards that the harsh Master demanded. Her word training was working, but he wanted more. The results with his vibrating belt had been better than without.
"Boy, Useless, Pleasure, stairs." Chase commanded from his office and saw the three slaves stand and start to comply. The oldest slave should have been the first one there, but the male nearly sprinted to his spot followed by Useless and finally Hopeless.
She knelt on the hard floor, trying to not shift her knees as they ached. Neither of the other slaves moved. Finally Chase came behind them and Hopeless started to stand. A hand on her back and a not as gentle shove put her back on her knees.
"Boy, up." he spoke and Hopeless shuddered at the timbre of his voice. She watched the male slave be relieved of his cage and gag. Once free he moved back to the floor, his cock now rock hard before him. "Useless, up." The female next to her stood, chest out and hands behind her back. Chase rubbed her breasts and leaned down to her nipples. Useless put her head back enjoying the attention before clamps were applied to her nipples. When Chase moved away, her preparation complete did he move to the last slave. "Hopeless, up."
As she stood she felt her Master's hands over her. Her breasts, her back, her ass and she squirmed under the attention. A gasp escaped her mouth as he moved the belt she had been wearing the previous night was inserted into her cunt once again. When Chase turned away she fell back to her knees, waiting with the other slaves.
One snap, two snaps and finally she felt a leash attach to her collar. Imitating the ones next to her, she rose when the leash closed on her collar. Chase moved around the slaves and they fell into step behind him as he moved up the stairs.
The club was loud with voices, but Useless and Boy still kept their eyes down, being led by their leash. Hopeless looked around, trying to take it all in as her first time in the loud space. The first stop was a pole put into the ground, but had a chain running from the top. Chase picked up the end and fastened it to the chain attached to Useless's nipple clamps. Once fixed she knelt on the floor. The men around her kept their distance, but ogled the vulnerable female.
The next stop was a small stage with a bench in the center. There was someone on the stage, paddle in hand. Chase moved the male to the stage and pointed at the bench. Cock thick, hard and straining, the male practically threw himself onto the bench. Once there he was restrained at the wrists and ankles. The male looked out at the people watching him, already panting with lust.
