After the introductions, you could see interactions between the slaves, and how they relate to each other. It will always be focused on one of the slaves about what is going on around them and to them. There are plans for more slaves to arrive, at least 2 more, but all in the story arc. I might have a chapter or two about the Master, but his name will never be in a slave's point of view chapter. Usually they do not know it, or if they do they forbidden to speak it.
If there is a slave you would like to see more of, send me a message.
Constructive feedback is always welcome, and if not, feel free to just wander off to mumble complaints to someone who has the time to listen :)
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Elliot had just made the rounds and Whore was once again eating the food her Master provided. It was bland, but filling, and the same thing that Whore had eaten for as long as she could remember.
Although she knew better than to wish, Whore wanted to be used in the club tonight. Something of a change of pace. With no way to keep track of the passage of days, she only knew that she had been in the fucking machine and the punishment machine the last times her Master had come for her.
But her Master would likely be busy, having brought a new slave into the Dungeon not long ago. He was an excitable slave who was honestly settling in better than Whore expected, unlike Cocksucker.
The female slave smiled thinking back to Cocksucker's first interaction after being left by the two bouncers. All bravado of manhood after sucking the semen from the two men's cocks, he protested that Master couldn't do this to him and demanded to be released. It wasn't two seconds after the words left his mouth that Master had smacked him to the ground and had drug the slave into a cell.
Still fighting Cocksucker tried to free himself and was chained to the all of his cell by a ten foot long chain attached to his collar. Master stepped back and let the slave test the bounds of his reach, stepping outside the cell to the cabinet that adorned the bars outside every cell.
The male slave tugged at the attachment point, putting his whole weight behind it but still unable to budge it. He turned around to see Master entering his cell with a cattle prod.
"I am your Master." Master told him.
"The hell you are!" the slave argued. Seeing Master approach he backed up until he was against the bars with no where else to run. The cattle prod chased him and connected with his thigh. A scream echoed through the silent space as he doubled over, his hands trying to protect the skin.
"Who am I, slave?" Master asked running the tip of the prod. just inches away from Cocksucker's skin, up his leg.
"Let me go!" Cocksucker protested and begged at the same time. Master shook his head and went to the crease between Cocksucker's leg and hip. The second shock was louder, so was Cocksucker's scream so close to his cock.
"Last chance, slave. Otherwise I change to more persuasive tactics. Who am I?"
Cocksucker sobbed, trying to curl away from the man with the prod. He shook his head, refusing to answer. Master returned the prod, grabbed a gag and came back into the cell, lifting Cocksucker by his collar.
"Very well." Master put the gag at Cocksucker's mouth. It was only about an inch think but eight inches of cock gag. "Open." When the slave once again refused to comply Master reached into his pocket and tapped a button. Cocksucker opened his mouth to scream again and Master shoved the cock into the open mouth causing the slave to gag and try to throw the gag up.
Cocksucker didn't get very far and Master had the gag fastened behind his head, and then his hands bound in front of him. With little other ceremony the slave was dropped to the concrete where he landed with a grunt.
"I have other slaves to attend to. I will take care of you tomorrow, you pathetic slave. There will also be the Master of the slave you raped coming down to see you, I expect that to be worthwhile to see."
Without another word the Master turned and left Cocksucker's cell.
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Whore watched Cocksucker struggle, knowing what he was struggling through. Although not thick, the gag he was wearing was long to nearly reach or reach the back of his throat. He could breathe through his mouth if he went slowly and his nose was unblocked.
Footsteps drew her attention back to her own surroundings as her Master approached her cell. Her back straightened and her hands went behind her head to better display herself to her Master.
He stopped outside her cell picking up two leashes and a thin cane, the favourite things to have in his hands. Without a word he snapped a leash to her collar and started away. As soon as the clasp was closed Whore was on her feet and following behind the man who owned her.
The pair moved through the cells to stop at Useless's cell. As soon as Master stopped Whore dropped to her knees, hands still behind her head. She didn't follow Master into the cell, that was forbidden and would punish her, but waited quietly outside. She could see the other female slave going through the same movements that she had when the man was in her cell. When the two slave's eyes met, they smiled quickly at each other.
When the Master came out of the cell he scooped up Whore's leash and transferred it to the hand with Useless's and continued toward the stairs leading up into the club.
Walking side by side the slaves touched hands, feeling some sensation other than being alone or whatever was required for their service. Just as fast as they touched, they separated and put their hands behind their back and followed their Master.
