This story takes place after Candy's/Precious's introduction. This is the second slave that was purchased and was sent unconscious. There is very little if any pleasure in this for the slave, but it will get there.
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Abbott and Marlin stood on the doorstep of the nightclub, waiting for the car to stop. Chase got out followed by his two slaves, motioning to the two bouncers to get the box and bring it downstairs. The two men carried it easily and set it in the empty cell Chase directed. They looked at him and received a nod. Eagerly they opened the box for his easy access and moved to choose slaves for their payment.
Chase moved to the cell, messing with the settings on the box outside her cell to adjust to the collar on the slave. It was set to highest sensitivity, approaching the opening in the cell would trigger the collar. Chase retrieved a cattle prod and bull whip and moved a chair to outside the new slave's cell. He had no fear of being hurt or wounded by his slave, he was a thrall, and she wasn't.
A half an hour later a sound came from the crate as the female started to come to. She groaned as her muscles ached from being confined and the after effects of the drug Chase had injected into her through her collar.
Seeing no one around her, the female scampered out of her crate, her eyes darting around to take in her surroundings finally ending on Chase. She saw no barrier between her and him and took a step, pausing again as Chase smiled.
"Hello, slave." Chase greeted her as he stood from his chair. Although his dungeon was silent, he knew the eyes of all his slaves were on him. "Who am I?"
Her eyes changed to a glare. "My captor." she answered.
WHOOSH
The bull whip cracked against her leg sending her to one knee. "Wrong. Who am I?"
She struggled to get back to her feet, but Chase had hit just above her knee and it was painful. "My captor." she repeated.
WHOOSH
This time the tip slipped and hit the back of her other leg driving her painfully to her knees. "Wrong, slave. I am your Master. I am your food and I am your drink. I am the air you breathe."
Chase stood outside her cell as she glared at him. He allowed the look for now, seeing her stay on her knees.
"Who am I?" Chase questioned one more time.
"My Master."
"Good slave. You learn fast, but not breaking." Chase tapped his phone, bringing it into view. "Hold that thought, slave. I will be right back."
Giving the slave a chance, and a free looking path, Chase moved toward another slave's cell, at least five cells away from the new one. That put him closest to Worthless who knelt and pretended to interact with her Master, knowing the ruse to test the new slave.
Predictably, the new slave took the opportunity. Chase raised a calm alarm, letting the slave think she caught him off-guard. The girl struggled with the collar around her neck which started to beep as she got close to the stairs. She screamed as the electricity ran though her forcing her body to stop working and falling to the floor. Scrambling to get back to her feet, she repeated the action as soon as she got within distance of the stairs.
Chase chuckled as he closed to her, seeing her still struggle. She saw him and doubled her effort, only to meet with the same result. When Chase made it to her, he kicked her in the stomach and her collar injected the drug once again into her and she passed out.
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The nameless slave came awake unable to move. She was strapped down to a table with no room to move. Her head was immobile, both by straps and by a large dildo invading her mouth. She tried to protest, but her voice was muffled by her gag.
"Good, you are awake. Do you remember when I offered you the easy way to handle this? Well, you chose the hard way. I was even giving you a second thought, and you tried to take advantage of it, you stupid slave. Now, you will experience the proper breaking I wanted. Thank you for allowing me to enjoy this more than I thought." Chase informed his slave.
The female tried to either protest or apologize, but he didn't care. Chase would have been disappointed if the slave had taken the easy way out, depriving him of his fun. He would have trained her then sold her, her name nothing more than a number, but now, he got to break her, name her, use her...and probably still end up selling her.
Running his hand over the female's body, he tapped the button on his remote. Now he wanted to torture her, not harm her. The dildos inside the slave began vibrating, except the one in her mouth. Once again she made noise to protest but was unable to voice them.
A squeal told Chase that the vibrators in the slave had started moving. She continued to try and protest, but every so often was interrupted with a moan. Smiling, Chase bent back over his project.
He had been busy lately for his Sovereign and not had as much time to dabble on his own projects so he hadn't finished the project for Cocksucker, a modified chastity belt for his male slaves. Stimulation combined with a cock ring to keep the slave from achieving release.
Hearing the slave continue to fight, Chase tapped the intercom button. "Abbott?"
"Yes, sir?" came the bouncer's reply.
"Escort Precious and Pointless to my workshop."
"Be right there, sir."
Ten minutes later the bouncer walked off the elevator wielding two leashes and followed by the attached slaves. Abbott walked toward Chase's workbench, unsure where to leave the awake slaves. Usually he was only here to collect slaves and return them to their cells.
"Precious, come here, kneel down." Chase commanded seeing the female comply immediately. "Pointless, to the suction machine."
He watched his slave's shoulders sigh, but he didn't hesitate to go to the directed machine. Taking a few moments he settled the dildo into his ass as he sat on the chair and put his hands on the arms of the chair, waiting.
"Thank you, Abbott. You may take your reward downstairs. "
"Thank you, sir." Abbott nodded and turned.
Once the bouncer was gone, Chase turned to Pointless, giving the slave a candid moment, a rare occurrence.
"Slave," Chase started, even using a more respectful term than his given name. "I will admit I am at a loss with you."