Sold on Beach

On a cool autumn night of late September just after 9 p.m. a young woman was on her knees. She had been commanded to remain on her knees and wait. She didn't know what it was she was waiting for. Or if it was maybe a man she waited for, not a what.

Her name is Claudia. She is 22, slim, with a tanned bronze body, supple legs, round pear-shaped breasts and nipples that show like round circles under her blouse the size of a U.S. quarter.

Her legs as she kneels in the sand, are shoulder width apart. She can feel excitement and anticipation building; it comes from her own love juice, her body betrays her by telling anyone who looks at her that she likes what she is: A love slave.

She only knows the first name of this Master. That is Tim. But there is another Master, Ivan. The men together have a stable of love slaves. Claudia knows she is not the only one.

She tried to pretend a maidenly modesty, begged Tim not to give her to other men. She had even lied when asked about her station! Replied that she was not one of Ivan's or Tim's slaves!

Now she waited to see how she would be punished for that indiscretion.

She suspected it was Ivan she waited for. She had just spent two hours with Tim, her recruiter. Tim scouted for Ivan, always looking for girls to add to Ivan's stable. He found Claudia in a city park. She had passed him on the sidewalk, asked him what time it was.

"5:30. Why? Do you need to be somewhere?"

"No. I had a fight with my boyfriend. I can't go back too soon or he'll think I was just being a brat."

"What was your fight about?"

"He doesn't like..." she paused, embarrassed, decided to tell all. After all, she'd never see this man again. "Yes? He doesn't like...?" Tim prodded, eager to hear her reply.

"He doesn't like the way I suck his cock. But no one has ever asked for that. It's nasty! Isn't it?"

"Oh! You sweet child! Learn to do that well and you'll never starve. Men pay money to get good head."

"How does a girl learn that?"

"Come home with me and I will teach you."

"No. That sounds... dangerous."

As she said this she felt something cold on her wrist. That fast her right wrist was handcuffed to his left. "You will come with me, child."

"No! I must go back!"

Tim merely smiled. Possession was nine-tenths of the law. Ivan would pay him well for this recruit.

His home was two blocks from the entrance to the park. As they neared his building they passed his neighbor. Tim saw him coming. "This man walking toward us is a friend of mine. He will ask who you are. You are to say, 'I am Ivan's newest love slave, Claudia.'"

"I can't say that!"

"You will say it child or I'll have Ivan punish you."

"How can he punish me when he doesn't know me?"

A question Tim didn't bother to answer as the friend stopped to chat. "Who is this, neighbor? Another new one?"

"Tell him, child."

"I am Claudia." She paused, a long pause that built tension with each second of silence. A hard pull of her handcuff brought forth a reply. "Just Claudia. I stopped to ask the time. Now... can you help me get home?"

The neighbor's reaction to her reply surprised her. "Bah! Ivan's going to have a job breaking this one! She's not defiant! She's naïve! She'll shock easily. Scare men away after her first few encounters."

"I believe you judge too quickly, neighbor. Care to place a wager?"

"$20.00."

"Twenty it is. Call Ivan, set up the end date; when and how we discover who wins this wager."

Out of patience with this new acquisition, Tim forced her up the driveway to his house, across the pavement to his front door. "Inside, child, and I will give your first lesson of an obedient slave!"

"Kneel!" Claudia resisted. Tim forced her down, his hands firmly on her shoulders, his grip tighter and tighter for each second that she resisted.

Finally, the pain grew too great to bear. She had to sink down to the floor. Even with thick carpet it would not be long before the floor began to hurt her knees.

"Spread your legs." She hesitated. Tim chuckled. "You only make it harder on yourself, child. Spread. Your. Legs." The tone ordered her to cooperate. "Wider. Each leg in line with that shoulder."

This time she obeyed without argument. The right handcuff came off her right wrist with a loud snap. She felt his hand pat her head, then saw him put the handcuffs on a nearby table.

"Remember, look at them. An easy reach. Keep that in mind. And now, your First lesson."

He paused to run his fingers over the curves of her face, her throat, pulled the front of her dress out and away from her breasts. "Nice. I like what I see."

Claudia blushed but remained silent.

"You are a slave, now, whether you wish it or not and a part of Ivan's stable. I am his top purveyor. I seek out only the best. Take that as a compliment."

He paused, sat back, relaxed on the sofa he sprawled across.

"Remove your dress. Show me what is hidden beneath. Prove to me my instincts are good, that you are premium goods." When she hesitated Tim growled, "Do it!"

After she complied, pulling her top down to show her breasts, Tim whistled appreciation.

"That was your last pass. From this moment forward you must obey without argument. I will keep track. Ivan will instruct how to punish each demerit."

The shrill ring of a cell phone sounded as Tim spoke the last of that explanation. Ivan's voice boomed over the cell phone. He did not sound kind. He sounded... strict. Demanding. Claudia began to tremble.

"Have you taken pictures yet?"

"No. Just getting there."

"Take pictures now so I can see what we're working with. Teach her to kneel, bow, you know the routine."

"I also will teach to suck cock."

"Approved. Do that. Then send her to Sergio."

They left Nadia to kneel on the floor at Tim's feet as the two men discussed business. Then, as if suddenly remembering there was a slave to train, Ivan studied this new slave, through Tim's camera phone, noticed she was listening to all that was said, her head up above Tim's lap when it should be against the floor.

"Why is she not in position of submission?"

Tim immediately corrected this mis-step. "Put your head to the floor. Stretch your arms forward, your head between your arms, your forehead touching the floor. Push your ass high so Ivan might see what his money is paying for. Remain like that until you are given permission to move. On command, At ease! "

She obeyed Tim's instructions. It was not a comfortable position.

When the call was done almost an hour later, finally, the command came. "At ease, child.

"Now for the next lesson. When approaching your Master, you will crawl to him, fall into submission as you just did. When given the command, At ease, you will move forward to kiss the top of your Master's feet.

"Always begin with the left foot. HIS left. Not yours. Make sure you use a lot of tongue so there is no argument if it was done or not. If he has shoes on, it is the shoes you kiss. If he is wearing socks but no shoes, you kiss his socks. Now demonstrate to me that you understand this process."

"No! I am not a slave and I want to go home! My boyfriend will miss me! He'll look for me! He'll find me!"

An outburst that was met with a hard slap to her face. Putting a hand to her cheek tears blurred her vision.

"I'm coming over. Teach her the proper way to submit. Have it perfected before I get there!"

The next twenty minutes were not comfortably spent. Her knees hurt. Her back hurt. And now, her face stung. The man called Tim did not care.

He grabbed a fist of her hair and tore her dress off her shoulders. He pulled her up off the floor by her hair. "Take off the panties and bra."

Afraid of this man now, Claudia obeyed the command, knew he was looking over every inch of her body.

"Hands at your sides child. Don't try to cover up."

Responding to this kinder voice, she obeyed, until he issued the order to submit. The anger returned when she resisted. Once on her knees, the lesson to submit was done over and over and over again, with his right hand twisted in the long locks of her hair and the left hand on her shoulder and back, he repeatedly forced her head to the floor and pulled her ass high in the air.

When Ivan walked through the door she had completed the process many times and now had it perfected. "Submit to Master Ivan just the way I have made you do for me 37 times."

"Yes, Master." Came a weak and weepy tone. Obedient this time, she crawled with her head down to the white shoes and long legs that waited for her by the door. She was not brave enough to look at the face.

When she reached the feet, she said, "I am yours, Master." She then dutifully kissed each foot, her mouth leaving a puddle of saliva each time, followed with a tongue that used that saliva to lick the top surface of each white shoe.

"You trained her well, Tim. I am pleased. Do you have a collar and leash? Grab a posture collar. I want this one to feel the discomfort of a disobedient slave."

He watched her resume the position of ultimate submission with her forehead against the floor, her ass high in the air. There was still that problem of belligerent begging that must first be smothered.

With that in mind, he stepped around her, walked to the sofa to sit across from Tim. left her as he was to share a quick beer with Tim, glanced toward the door to make she remained in slave position called Submission.

Please with what he saw, he opened the beer Tim passed to him. They deliberately talked over other matters as they slammed their beer with long gulps.

"Fetch the leash and posture collar. I want her to learn what happens to slaves who talk back."

Claudia was trembling as Ivan approached, thought she'd suffocate as he crouched down. "See how uncomfortable I can make your minutes if you argue with me?"

"Yes, Master. I have learned that lesson well."

The collar felt heavy as it was placed around her neck. The buckles sounded like bells of death as he buckled them one at a time. This collar had five. He hooked the leash onto the collar.

"Crawl behind me, pet. Pant like a dog as we go. Bark, whine, show me you can be a good pet for your Masters"

She hated this last command but this man frightened her. Hoping to gain favor, she panted, then licked one of his shoes, rubbed her head against his leg, just as her own real dog used to do.

Ivan wanted to torture her a bit more so he led her through each room of Tim's room, paused in the kitchen to show her where pets of the house were fed, another room with several large pet kennels, and finally, the Master's bedroom... also with pet kennels, though these seemed more attractive, but small.

He told her to hop on the bed, on all fours, like a good pet. He stood back, walked around the bed snapping pictures. He paused to lock her leash to the headboard as Tim fastened her wrists with handcuffs that were always there, ready to lock down any slave.

Claudia gasped, groaned as each knee was cuffed. There was no way to move now. She must indeed resemble a pet dog! She whined, a sound deep in her throat.

Ivan liked how her breasts hung down like upside down mountains. He couldn't wait to squeeze them. He crawled onto the bed behind her, rubbed his stiff tool against her maiden hole.

"How many men have you had, muffin?"

Certain that this was a test, she gave one loud bark.

"I'm impressed. My new puppy is willful but a quick learner."

Then, with no effort to get this hole ready for him, Ivan plunged his cock deep into her cunt, anxious to see how his puppy would respond.

Claudia caught her scream, swallowed it back, began to howl and whine as a hurt dog would do.

"Tim! Ride my new pet! We'll enjoy her together!"

Tim crawled onto the bed, maneuvered around the leash to get access to her mouth. Claudia saw a big one-eyed man tool coming toward her, whined, barked, tried to nip it with her teeth, sickened at the thought it wanted in her mouth.

She had told this man the thought of sucking a man made her nauseous. Now it was he who meant to force her to swallow his! The new pet whined, deep in her throat, sounding exactly like a hurt, frightened puppy would sound.

"After we rest and have dinner, sweet muffin, we'll do this again, trade places. How do you think my cock will fit in that tiny mouth? Does Tim taste good?"

The men laughed. Claudia whined like a good female bitch in heat.