Even if some of the people are more willing than others, all in this series will be Non-Con just to be safe on my part. This should be the last introduction for a very long time, as these are all the slaves I have written about elsewhere. Most of them now will still focus on one slave, but have others intermixed with them.
I have not decided if I am going to do a chapter on the Master or the kitchen helper yet, or even more on the bouncers. If you would like to see any of those let me know and I will consider it.
Otherwise, read and enjoy, or take yourself elsewhere if this isn't your cup of bog water.
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A slave lay curled on the small place she had been given before the auction. She felt like she wanted to cry, being now owner-less, but her last owner had been cruel and unloving. A month ago he had nearly beaten her to death for a transgression. She was up for auction now so he could recoup some money he spent on her instead of killing her.
She had not been a slave by choice, but after harsh treatment, beatings and degrading words it was all she felt she could do. Now, she longed for a owner to serve, and hoped that he would treat her better than her last.
Around her she heard the auction starting, and she hugged her legs and sobbed.
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"Master Chase?" came a voice down the steps to his dungeon. Whoever was entering his domain was either fearful of him, his slaves, or some how being caught and kept there. Chase looked up from his work in his office, seeing another male walking down the stairs on the computer surveillance.
He watched as Whore, his eldest slave moved from her cell to a safe distance from the stairs. She knelt near the man.
"Hello, Sir, how may I serve you?" Whore spoke as she looked at his shoes.
"Um..." the manl stuttered, Chase assumed, at seeing a naked woman in front of him. "I'm looking for Chase."
"Yes, Sir. This way please." Whore rose and turned leading the man to Chase's office. Once at the entrance she knelt again and waited.
"What do we have?" Chase asked without looking up.
"Someone to see you, Master." Whore answered. As Chase nodded she rose and walked back to her cell.
"Uh, Chase?" the visitor started again. Chase sighed at the statement. Slaves didn't make stupid statements. "I am here to take you to the auction."
"Ah, excellent." Chase turned in his chair. "Is there room for one of my slaves?"
"Uh...yes."
"Excellent." Chase stepped into the dungeon and called. "Whore!" Breaths passed before the naked female knelt before him. "You will come with me." The girl's head bowed in response.
The man retreated out of the dungeon, Chase followed a moment later followed by his slave. At the top of the stairs, before entering the club Chase slipped a blindfold over Whore's eyes and grabbed a duffel bag kept at the entrance.
Following at three steps behind, guided by only the leash, Whore followed through the empty club and out the front door. She gasped as sun warmed her naked skin. Pulled up to the entrance was a stretch limo with tinted windows.
Chase opened the car door, leading his slave through the opening and didn't remove the blindfold until she was kneeling on the floor of the car and the door was closed. One the cloth was removed she kept her eyes down no matter how much she wanted to look at the scenery passing by.
"How long is the drive?" Chase asked.
"About twenty minutes." came the answer. The second man couldn't take his eyes off the female slave that hadn't looked at him.
"Whore, thank the man for taking us." Chase ordered. The female immediately turned, leaning down and kissed the shoes of the man.
"Please, may I service you?" Whore whispered. Unable to protest, the man nodded and found the female undoing his pants, finding his cock already hard.
"Not until we arrive, Whore."
Twenty minutes never passed so slowly for the middle man. He would have climaxed five minutes into his blow job if not for the talents of the slave servicing him. Just as they pulled into the parking lot did he give a final cry and spilled his release into her throat.
When the car came to a stop Chase waited a moment for the man to put himself back together. Slipping the blindfold back over his slave's eyes and led her into the warehouse. She walked across the gravel carefully, tugged forward by her Master with a snap with the end of the leash on her ass.
It was a black market auction. A stage was set up at one end of the warehouse, people milling about, talking. Some other slaves were present in various stages of undress and a variety of collars. Chase paid no attention to the crowd as he registered and received a marker for bidding.
As soon as Chase paused for more than twenty seconds Whore fell to her knees, still blindfolded, at his side, her hands locked behind her. When he got to where he was going to stand to bid he set the duffel bag handle in Whore's mouth. She easily took the bag and held it off the floor.
An hour and a half later Chase had acquired two new female slaves. Both brunette, but one's hair was black. Whore had not moved, nor dropped the bag as she knelt.
Leaning down to retrieve his bag he snapped the leash. "We must collect our property, Whore."
She rose to her feet and allowed herself to be led to the reverse of the stage.
At the back there were females and males in various stages of restraint, most spouting off about what their captors could do to themselves. Chase had gotten one quiet one, and one feisty one. He longed to break her.
"I have this and that. Bring them here." he demanded and two men brought the quiet slave while it took four to contain the black haired one. As she approached, she spat at Chase who immediately slapped her to the ground. He reached down and grabbed her hair.
"If you ever spit in my direction again I will make you regret it for days." he threatened and she turned as best she could and repeated the action. Dropping Whore's leash he put both hands on the female, holding her with seemingly little effort. "Get me a collar from the bag." he directed the other man. Moments later Chase commanded him to snap it around his new slave's neck. As it closed Chase released her.
Thinking herself free she sprinted for a door. Chase pulled out his remote and tapped a button. With an ear-piercing scream the newly acquired slave tumbled to the floor. Her scream of pain echoed in the warehouse sending the other slaves quiet. Another tap sent another jolt into the woman and she repeated the scream. Finally a second button sent her to the floor unconscious.
"Collect it." Chase motioned to the one female and the thrall moved to collect her. Turning to his second new slave. "Are you going to resist?" As a response she offered her neck without comment. "I do hope there is some fight in you somewhere."
The second slave, after seeing the treatment of the first, and the way Whore was waiting, she bowed her head waiting for commands. Chase could see her tremble either with fear or excitement.
After collecting the two women and getting them loaded into the limo, Whore settled on the floorboards, not completely aware of who was around her.
"Would you like her talents once more before we get back?"
"Yes!" the second man agreed a little too loudly. Chase took Whore's blindfold off and motioned her toward the other male. She went to work without a sound.
When the limo stopped at the club, the blindfold was reapplied to Whore and one given to the docile slave. A leash was attached to her collar.
"All you have to do is go where I guide you. If not, I will subdue you and drag you inside." Chase warned the new arrival. She nodded. "Carry the dead weight. I look forward to showing her my workshop."
Chase led the two blindfolded slaves down to the dungeon. As soon as Chase stopped inside the barrier and removed Whore's blindfold. She sank to her knees and awaited direction.
"Whore, take this new one to cell nine." Whore nodded and motioned for the new slave to follow her. "Take it to the fifth floor." Chase pointed to a nearby cell as he moved to gather things to approach the defiant slave.
Chase had to establish things before turning his attention to his problem slave. He came upon his docile slave just as she entered her cell and her collar beeped. She looked at him with fear.
"You will remain silent. Any noise over a whisper will result in an electric shock. If you go near the stairs, into my office, or into another cell, you will be shocked unconscious and will wake to horrors much worse than a shock. Best bet is to stay in this cell until I tell you otherwise. We will become acquainted soon." he explained and received a nod. He saw her hands tremor as she moved them to her lap.
One slave settled for now, he moved to the elevator, waiting for the man to come back down. Once he left, Chase rode the car up and saw the slave sprawled on the floor, still asleep.
He smiled at her unconscious form.
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She had been bought, and moved. Her new Master terrified her, seeing how he had treated the defiant slave. When asked if she would fight, she willingly offered her neck and took the collar.
Once it slid around her neck, she trembled to keep herself from falling at his shoes, thanking him for owning her. But she remained silent and still as she had been taught.
Eyes of others around her drew her attention and she tried to cover the few scars she had been gifted from her previous Masters. They shamed her, her failure. All she could do now is try to do better. Make the new Master not get rid of her.
