It Ends with Us

Charlotte's Perspective

I crawled by my new master's side into his house. Yes, it was a house, albeit a small one. Obviously he had enough family money to live better than a typical medical student, but he still couldn't afford to do things like own a ton of slaves. However, it was clear upon entering the house that he had one before. There was a small cage which frightened me. Alex saw me shiver as I looked at it and chuckled.

"My last slave tried to fight back," he explained. "It happened again and again no matter what I did, so I finally bought that thing and left her in there for a couple weeks before trying again. She did the same thing, so now she's in prison."

I shuddered to think what this woman must be going through right now. Constant gang rapes and not a minute of peace. Alex led me out of the living room and into the kitchen where he snapped his fingers and motioned for me to stand. I obeyed.

"This is the kitchen," he informed me. "Get familiar with it. You're going to be spending a lot of time here since I don't have time to cook. Down!"

I dropped back down on all fours and crawled beside him, wondering if he would let me stand. My old master never made me crawl anywhere, I recalled ruefully. Alex led me upstairs where I crawled, step-by-step, until reaching the top. I grimaced. At least it was only a two story house.

"This is our bedroom," he told me. I was relieved that I would be able to sleep in a proper bed at least. "Like the rest of the house, it is your responsibility to keep it clean. You will find cleaning supplies in the cupboard and when we run out, it will be your responsibility to order more online and to collect these and groceries from the delivery drone when needed. Understand, slave?"

"Yes. master," I affirmed with a nod. He motioned for me to stand again and removed the leash.

"You may walk beside me normally," he decided.

"Thank you, master," I answered gratefully. Alex barely acknowledged the emotion behind my words and continued outlining my responsibilities as he showed me the rest of the house.

"Every morning at eight you will wake me up," he said. "No blowjob or anything like that, no time for it. Instead, you'll blow me while I eat breakfast. I eat two eggs with sausage, potatoes, and toast with butter. No jam. You'll make breakfast while I shower and then you'll get under the table and suck my dick. Breakfast must be ready by 8:45 at the latest as I leave for the university at 9. Failure to do so will result in punishment. From nine to six, I will be at the university, sometimes later. During this time, you will have the responsibility of cleaning, making dinner, and any other tasks I require of you that day. Once that is finished, you are free to do what you want with your day, provided you don't leave the house without permission. by the time I get home, I expect dinner to be ready and for you to be presentable. This means makeup and everything. Of course, you will not be permitted to wear clothes, but I will allow you to wear slippers when I am not home, and heels when I am. With me so far?"

"Yes, master."

"Good. After dinner, I will often be studying, I will sometimes be gaming, but other times I will fuck you. You'll find me rough in bed, but no rougher than I need to be. Aside from that, I expect you to be nearby at all times when I am home, in case you are needed. Failure to follow any commands to the letter will result in punishment. Punishment is at my discretion, but you will typically be allowed three strikes per diem. You have two already. The first strike will result in a spanking. The second will result in a whipping. The third will result in you spending the day when I am gone in the cage."

That last part didn't sound completely awful, despite the cramped conditions. Alex saw my expression and his darkened.

"The cage is more than a cage," he said. "It gives off electric shocks at random intervals throughout the day. It really is torture."

I shuddered. Alex nodded approvingly.

"You're scared," he noticed. "Good. The cage is meant to be a deterrent. Just obey my commands and you will not have to worry about it. Now, we must see to your punishment today. I spanked you before. Turn around... yes, your ass is red. It will be worse before the day is done."

Alex stripped down to his underwear and then sat down on the bed. I made out the toned muscles on his body and his hairy chest and couldn't help but feel attracted to him, despite his sadistic nature. I hesitantly began to bend over his lap and I felt a hairy arm roughly grab me and force me down, my breasts swaying as I landed squarely across his lap.

"OW! OW! OW! OW! FUCKING HELL OW OW OW!!!!" I cried as Alex immediately spanked me over and over and over again. I didn't count... I couldn't. Despite all my training, it took everything I had not to struggle, squirm, or do anything except lay there and cry as he rained blows down on my ass without mercy. After what felt like minutes, but was probably only seconds, he stopped and I sank to the floor and cried.

"That was twenty," he informed me. "I normally do forty, but you took a lot earlier and I'm not a monster. Now, bend over my lap again."

"I-I-I t-thought-"

"It's going to help," he promised. With my hands shaking, I rose and draped my naked body across Alex's lap once more. I jumped at the touch of his hand on my ass but then felt something wet.

"Cream," he explained as he rubbed it all over. I noticed the pain began to ease and the fire was quenched. "Because you were a good girl."

"Thank you, master."

"And because you still have a whipping."

"Yes master."

Alex finished up and then went to the bathroom to wash his hands while I struggled not to cry. He returned not a minute later with a whip and cuffs.

"Hands," he said. I held out my wrists and Alex cuffed one, raised it to a pole across the ceiling, took the other, and locked it as well. With my hands cuffed above my head, I took a few deep breaths to steady myself as I prepared for the whipping. I saw a tree out the window and looked at it. The leaves were green. A robin landed on one of the leaves. I smiled slightly looking at the robin, but soon let out a startled cry as I felt the whip on my bare back.

"Count," he commanded.

"One," I said. "May I ask a question master?"

"You will receive twenty."

"Yes, master. AIEEEE! Two! OW! Three!"

And on it went. At least he avoided my ass.

"OW!" I cried. "Four! Five! Six! Oh my fucking god, seven! OW! Eight! OW! Nine!! OWWWWWW TEN FUCK!"

"Let's take a five minute break," Alex suggested, much to my relief. As I stood there, my breasts heaving as sweat coated my body, I made eye contact with the robin again. It was still there.

Sebastian's Perspective

The drone was worth every bit of money

I thought to myself. Mary was kneeling next to me but I barely noticed her as I watched my sister get whipped on camera. Something about it disgusted me, even though I've done the same to Mary countless times, who herself resembled Charlotte to a degree, if Charlotte were twenty years older and her tits starting to sag. Mary was fine... for now. She was decently attractive for a 49 year old especially since, with today's resources, she didn't look a day over 40. It was like fucking the big titted milf next store, but eventually, you start to want someone your age.

I closed the program after ordering the drone to fly back. Pretty soon, a robin flew into the open window of my fourth floor apartment. Deactivating it, I soon turned my attention toward Mary.

"How am I going to buy my sister?" I asked aloud. "I don't have a hundred thousand and even if I did I'd need a new slave!"

"May I speak freely, master?" asked Mary. I rolled my eyes.

"Go ahead," I said.

"Maybe you can put your sister ahead of your desire to purchase another woman?"

"Then who will I have sex with!"

"You have me, master."

"For a year. Really more like ten months, then that's it! I mean, unless you plan to stay afterward?"

Mary scoffed. I raised an eyebrow.

"Pardon me, master, but is that a serious suggestion?"

"Well why not?" I asked.

"Because in a year I will have my pension and I'll be able to find a man my age to build a life with. I'm not interested in continuing to live with and fuck a spoiled man-child!"

Mary froze up after saying this. It had been ages since I punished Mary and she knew it. Still, I told her she could speak freely. Instead, I snapped my fingers and pointed to the bed. Knowing exactly what this meant, she hopped on and spread her legs invitingly. I tore off my pants and was on top of her with my cock lined up to her pussy before she could readjust her head onto the pillow.

"How the fuck am I a man-child?" I demanded as I thrust into her. "I have a full-time fucking job and a law degree."

"You eat more candy than a twelve year old," moaned Mary as I picked up the tempo as I fucked her. "You... you spend all your time playing games. Ohh! And you have me do everything for you!"

"Not everything," I protested as I thrust in and out a few times before snapping my fingers and giving her the turn over command. Mary flipped over and got on all fours.

"You literally make me hold your dick when you're peeing," she reminded me.

"Because it's hot," I reminded her, shoving my cock in from behind.

"You also make me bathe you, brush your teeth, cook for you, and shave you," she said during a pause in the fucking. I fucked her harder so that she didn't have time to list any more things. Before long, I came inside her.

"And you still cum in under five minutes," she added, as I finished and withdrew.

"Well, why do any of that shit myself when I have a slave to do it."

"And it doesn't bother you to think of your sister doing exactly that?"

"Go clean up," I ordered, giving Mary a smack on the ass as I laid back. She scooped the last dribble of cum off the tip of my cock with her finger before going off the the bathroom. It did bother me. Father might think it was the natural way of things for a woman to be a slave and mom might be so jaded by now that she agrees with him, but I don't. I know it isn't right and the law should have been repealed. The problem was... I loved having slaves so damn much!

Charlotte's Perspective

My back resembled a tiger. That was all I could think as I surveyed the damage in the mirror. Alex had finally finished the whipping and left to go do some reading in the living room, with the order to go downstairs in fifteen minutes. I took the time to cry, not knowing when I might get another opportunity. I missed wearing clothes. Something about being naked through all this was so much worse than if I had at least been allowed some form of clothing. My old master allowed us to wear what we wanted, but Alex made it clear that I was not allowed clothes. It was cold outside too, but it sounded like I wouldn't be allowed out either! I missed the long walks I'd take in Mr. Torres's garden. I cried some more, glancing at the clock each minute to make sure I was on time. There was no way in hell I was giving him a chance to put me in that cage.

"Fifteen minutes on the dot," he said, closing the book as I entered. I gave him a short bow.

"Do you have any commands for me, master?" I asked. He handed me a sheet of paper.

"These are your responsibilities," he said. "Spend the rest of the afternoon studying them and then make us dinner at six. I want Chicken Kiev, but if you don't like that, you can make yourself something different."

I nodded and left to go read but really I spent the afternoon continuing to cry. I had no idea what Alex was doing until I saw him at the dinner table when I went downstairs at six in fresh makeup. He was still studying.

"I know I told you to cook at six," he said, "but I want a blowjob."

"Yes, master," I said, crawling under the table. There was no need to unzip trousers as he was already naked. I took the cock into my mouth and began to suck. Not to brag, but sucking dick was the one thing I was really good at. I began getting into a rhythm but Alex had other ideas. He grabbed my face and facefucked me hard causing me to gag several times.

"Gawk gawk gawk!" I vocalised as my nose pressed against his pubes and I took in all his manly smells. He continued to insist on shoving all seven inches down my throat as I could barely do anything except remind myself to breath through the nose. Remembering my training, I gently fondled his balls which seemed to do the trick. He moaned with pleasure and became a little gentler, but not much. Still grabbing my hair, Alex's cock was soon force down my throat once more as I felt him pulsate and empty his balls directly into my stomach. I could only taste a hint of salty semen as he pulled out, my spit glistening on his cock.

"Now go make some dinner, bitch!" he said, dismissing me with a smack on my already sore ass. I crawled over to the kitchen area and only then rose to my feet. After washing my hands I set to work making dinner as Alex barely looked up from his books. Finally, I was done and set two plates in front of us.

"Not bad, slave!" he exclaimed. I beamed. I had improved my cooking a lot working for Mr. Torres. "We still have to figure out what to call you!"

"Call me?" I questioned. Alex's mouth was too full of chicken to respond. Meanwhile, my heart sank. I liked my name and Mr. Torres had always been fine with calling me Charlotte.

"Charlotte is too proper," he decided. "You need something sluttier. My last slave was Princess and that didn't work out, so not that. Let's go with Crystal!"

"Yes, master."

That was all I could say. I knew it was going to be a "stripper name." Strip clubs were mostly a thing of the past as in today's world, nobody would ever have need to pay a woman for sexual favours, but we all knew about stripper names because they turned into slave names, but the "stripper name" moniker stuck. I ate my meal in silence and almost failed to respond to my new name when I was ordered to do the dishes while Alex went to watch a movie. I cleaned and then spent the evening talking with my father. He was good and, as Sebastian predicted, happy that I was "serving my purpose." Mom was no help there either. I eventually hung up and a few minutes later, Alex walked past. He stripped off the sweatpants he had put on and threw them at me. I got a whiff of crotch as I collected them in my arms.

"Toss those in the laundry," he said. "I'm gonna brush my teeth and take a piss and then we're gonna head to bed. don't forget, eight o'clock! Wake up earlier if you have to!"

I went to the bedroom and threw Alex's dirty sweatpants in the hamper before making sure to set the alarm I found on my side of the bed to 7:58. I got under the covers, grateful to have my body covered up for the first time today. Alex came out of the bathroom and made his way to the other side of the bed.

"I sleep in the nude," he said, stating the obvious, "but I don't usually walk around naked. That's your job."

With that, Alex turned off the lights and fell asleep quickly, while I was left to stare at the ceiling lost in thoughts of how I might one day regain my freedom.