The Captives

Only a few minutes after the Master left, I heard a knock on the door. I stand, take a few steps and open, seeing a smiling short dark haired woman standing cheerfully in front of me. To my surprise, she's wearing a long, flowing robe with a paisley pattern. It's the first time I am seeing one of the women wearing anything. It takes me by surprise as I suddenly feel very nude standing in simply a collar.

"Rose!" she exclaims, "we haven't really talked, but hello! I'm Daisy. You've met my piece of scum slave. It doesn't need an introduction. God, I'm just so pleased to meet you! You're such a doll, like literally, you remind me of a doll. You're gorgeous!" She begins to exclaim these things as she makes her way into my room. Her bubbly personality automatically endears her to me.

"Sit with me, I'm supposed to give you the lowdown on how to manage one of these beasts. It's quite simple really. Basically, you have like a shadow, think of it as like a little helper, a shell of a former person, as it is not a person."

I pause for a minute, "it?" I question her. It seems so odd that one is being referred to as in 'it'. I want to be sure I heard her correctly.

"Yes, it," she confirms, "it's not a man anymore, and it will never know the glory of womanhood, so it's an it. No gender, no sex. Simply serve."

I pause for a minute, being taken back by the ease in which she talks about it. I remember the abuse of my eunuch I watched, but that was all orchestrated by the master, I wasn't the one calling the shots, let alone dominating.

"So..." I begin to say, "how do I do it?" I ask the bubbly dark haired woman.

"It's quite simple, you do what you want. Did Master give you rules?" she asked me.

"Yes, I am to never sleep with him, not be romantic. He has to eat as directed. He has to wear a collar and he's on hormones," I pause, "whatever that means."

Daisy smiles, "Elisia is on hormones. I decided to keep it on them. And now, look, it's a total pig!" she exclaimed. Turning to the fat eunuch staring down at the ground as we talk, "oink for me, piggy. Let's hear you squeal!"

"Oink, oink, oink," begins the soft cries of the degraded fat eunuch. Daisy smiles and lets out a small giggle. Her personality being so bubbly, and the image before me of an adult man oinking at the simple command of a woman makes me start to laugh as well.

"See," she says through her little laughs, "it's so much fun! You'll learn, sure enough. Have you thought about what you want to name your pet?" she asks me.

"Name it?" I question, thinking back to discussing Milo.

"Oh well, no matter, you'll think of something soon," she says. "Let's look through the bag, see if we can come up with something."

Without really any permission, she is rummaging through the black tote that was left for me. I try not to look alarmed, as I was too scared to really look through it. My gaze goes to Richard snoozing on his cat tower. With my mind, I try to summon Richard to me, maybe he can distract from this situation.

"Oh, no fair! You got an anal hook? I waited for one of those for a while. But yours has a collar already. Let's try that out! That's ultra degrading." Hearing her announce anal hook, I turn my gaze from my cat to see what she is holding.

It looks like a torture tool! Like someone is holding up the hook a mutilated pirate would have on his arm. "What do you do with that!" I exclaim. My eyes wide as I watch this beauty's eyes brighten, smiling at the sight as she proudly holds up this unique tool.

"Here, I'll show you," she says, smiling at me in a mischievous way. I watch as the short woman stands, her robe billows around her short body, hugging her athletic build as she walks over to the slave on the floor. I notice the look of disgust come across her face as she quickly addresses my former husband turned eunuch.

She rips the blindfold off the slave. "STAND! You fucking piece of shit. You're not even worthy to breathe the same air I do. You better feel honoured that I'm allowing you to simply be in my presence." The new slave looks up at the domineering short woman, "did I say you can look at me!?!" she exclaims. She takes in a deep breath, as though she is genuinely distressed by the fact he looked up. "ON YOUR FEET! Oh boy do I have some plans for you... did I say boy? Make that, you dick-less freak!"

I watch in amazement as the short woman commands and the eunuch obeys, instantly he is rising, standing and looking at the ground. As he stands, he towers at least eight inches above her curvy body. As I admire the odd contrast, quickly she reaches up and smacks him right across the face!

The sound of the hard smack startles me, my eyes widen as I watch what she is going to do next. Almost immediately after, she spits, the wet saliva landing right on his face! "Leave it there," Daisy commands him, "that's the best thing on your body, disgusting creature. I want it to dry on your face. Don't you dare wipe it off!" she orders him.

"Now you say, yes Mistress," she informs the slave standing nude, covered in the woman's spit, cheek red from her harsh slap. "Go on... say it!" she says in a harsher tone.

"Yes Mistress," the eunuch mutters out, eyes to the ground.

"Awe, aren't you a pathetic little wimp," she muses in a haughty voice, enjoying the verbal humiliation. "I have a surprise for you," she says in a gleeful voice. The anal hook is still in her hand, I note how it looks even more severe when held by the dainty woman. "Turn around..." she orders the slave.

Slowly, looking panicked as he still has his head down, he begins to turn to where his back is facing the petite dominant lady. I watch as she begins to smile, looking down at the tool in her hand. But first, with the slave's back to her, she raises her opposite hand and gives a loud, hard, barehanded smack on the slaves ass cheek... one, then another, and another...

"How does it feel, little boy?" she muses, "that's all you'll ever be. How I so love eunuchs, you're nothing but childish creatures, sexless and reliant on your Mistress for your existence," she tells the slave. As Daisy continues to spank the tall, standing slave, she turns to me to say, "to control you need to degrade. Degrading puts one in their place properly. I give mine a spanking everyday. It's not painful, but I know I'm embarrassing it."

I can still feel the string of the quirt that is draped on my wrist. I simply forgot it was there, I am engrossed in watching the small woman dominate the whimpering former man. As I watch, I can feel my sex begin to stir. I'm not really sure why, but watching the confident, bubbly and clearly liberated woman, I become aroused at seeing her confidence. While she is short in stature, her dark hair bouncing around seeming to sing as she enjoys the control, her confidence and pride seems to take command of the room and her surroundings.

Not wishing to disturb, as I am a student to her ways, I begin to twirl the quirt in my hands. "Come here," she tells me, "why don't you give it a few good stripes, let's show the freak who is boss." I should have felt nervous, but her confidence is contagious. I decided to join in. I stand and take a few steps to join Daisy with the abused new slave.

Raising my quirt, I give a few smacks, watching as the stripe of the crop shows on the slaves behind as a thin red line. I watch as the stripes begin to raise, becoming very prominent as the rest of the bottom is red from Daisy's bare handed smacks. Soon, we begin to work as a team, Daisy giving a barehanded loud smack, and I wield the quirt, giving a woosh and high pitched sting, as we alternate back and forth, working over the slaves bare ass.

With the slave's bum sufficantly red, Daisy stops. "Here," she says as she holds up the chrome hook, "why don't you do it? You should do it anyhow, have the honour of ruining its pride and manhood... although, I think Master did a beautiful job removing the manhood in the first place," she says with a giggle.

I pause, giddy from the whipping I helped administer with this bubbly beauty, "what do you mean? I mean... what is that even for?" I ask.

"It's an anal hook, you place it in the creep hole," she says, still giggling from her jokes. Taking in my confused look, she informs, "you shove it up the eunuch's ass."

"Ohh..." I say, still kind of uneasy at the idea.

She looks at me, taking my wrist so she can place the odd tool inside my hand. "Butt plugs, anal hooks, all that stuff, it's designed to humble the slave. What you want to do is break its spirit, break masculinity and pride. Then you train to live through you, become you, and you have a wonderful servant. I've never been more happy than being here, not answering to that pervert over there," she says, addressing Elisia as though he's not even in the room, but nothing more than another piece of bedroom furniture.

"Elisia tried to humble me, so now I humble it. That pervert wouldn't respect me, abused my sex, so now I abuse. I want it to understand the pain I was given because I was a woman, a girl really, so now I thrive on being the pervert. He cheated on me, hit me, raped me, so now I do the same in return," Daisy pauses, "want to know why Elisia? Because that's my sister's name. He thought it was okay to abuse my sister like he did me. Thankfully, the Master helped her, she's doing great now."

I don't ask questions, although I have many, but seeing the pain in her eyes I know better than to actually push for more answers. I grab the anal hook, hearing her words I am now inspired to violate and humble my former husband standing in front of me. I want to blossom into the confident woman standing in a paisley robe before me.

With the anal hook in my hand, I grab the slave's bottom, spreading the cheeks and I push the round ball at the end of the hook deep inside the slave's anus. He lets out a cry, the large ball causing pain and discomfort, "shut your mouth!" cries Daisy. She takes a step so she is facing the slave's face. Harshly, she grabs the slave's jaw, pinching his cheeks with her small fingers.

"If I hear you cry out, I will personally ensure that little nub you have, that small trace of a penis, will be turned into another hole that can and will be violated by the biggest cocks you can ever dream of! I can personally promise you will be the most well used whore and I will be able to fit both my hands up your new found hole and clap!" she yells at the slave.

He quickly stops all forms of noise. With the anal hook properly humbling, shoved deep into the anus of the former man, Daisy walks over to the black tote and pulls out a small spool of nylon rope. She walks back and I watch as artistically she threads the eyelet on the end of the humbling tool, running the rope through it and twisting the rope. She takes the slave's hands, the cuffs having rings on both ends, and she restrains the eunuch's hands behind him with the anal hook attached. But before she is done weaving the rope, she works her way up to the slave's neck, taking the last bit of rope and winding it through the loops the protrude from the heavy collar that ordains the ball-less man's neck.

Daisy takes a step back, "ta-da!" she exclaims while assessing her work.

As I look, seeing the weaving restraints, "wow," I tell her. "How did you learn that?" I ask.

"Oh, just a skill I picked up over time," she tells me, as though she does not want to give me the correct answer. I watch as she wanders back over to the bed, rummaging through the black tote. "Elisia, I am parched, fetch me a drink." she commands the fat eunuch.

"Yes Mistress," he says as quickly he leaves the room. I watch as the overweight boy-ish man waddles out and I think how natural it seems. She simply commands what she wishes, and the fat obedient man obeys. I remember Elisia doing my makeup, combing my hair, and bathing me. Did she train all this? How did she do it? The mysterious dark haired woman seems more powerful in my eyes, and soon I find myself lusting for this petite lady as I watch her delicate hands greedily go through the bondage equipment within the bag.

My thoughts are soon interrupted as the pudgy man walks back into the room and presents a tray containing sparkling water garnished with raspberries and fresh mint. I take a sip, thankful my lustful thoughts are interrupted, as I fear this simple lust might turn into degenerate desires, thinking back to my last sexual encounter with Sunflower.

We sip our drinks and she explains the different tools that were placed in the bag. Toys, as she refers to them as. I watch her face, her small mouth with pearly white teeth explain each toy as her eyes light up with every object she holds. Each one more severe or deviant than the last. But the look of normalcy, the look of joy that exudes from her body makes me feel very confident and even excited to abuse the poor eunuch that stands uncomfortably in the corner of the room.

"Do you have to potty?" she asks me randomly.

"No..." I say, puzzled by her question.

"Well I have to potty. Let me show you how I use my property. You can do it too, it's not hard once you get the hang of it," she explains, but like many of her explanations, I'm simply not sure what she is talking about. All I know is her bubbly personality puts me at ease, even though I'm sure she is up to something kinky.

"Elisia," she commands.

"Yes Mistress?" the small dicked eunuch asks, staring at the floor.

"I never allow eye contact, you shouldn't either. That's a challenging state, a dominant act," she whispers into my ear, as though she can read my thoughts. "I have to potty," she informs the fat slave while looking up at him.

I watch as without missing a beat, the pudgy man quickly gets into the kneeling position in front of Daisy as she sits on the bed beside me. She spreads her legs and to my amazement, the fat eunuch places his mouth directly onto her cunt! As I watch this odd act, I see her lower abdominal muscles begin to contract as I hear the eunuch making gulping noises, about every three seconds he makes a long, loud gulp.

Suddenly it dawns on me that Elisia is drinking Daisy's piss. The whole thing bewilders me, as I hear the continuous gulping noises. After about a minute, Daisy relaxes with the slave's face still buried into her cunt.

She turns her head to look at me, her hazel eyes glimmering as though she is enjoying a witness to her former husband's degradation. "I always make it drink my piss. Matter of fact, piss is totally sterile, you can make yours live off your piss alone. I allow that useless creature a quart of water a day, the rest comes from me. I suppose that is an incentive to ensure I am never parched," she says with a giggle.

"And morning piss is the worst!" she exclaims, "I want it to have the most bitter, just like I was when he was in charge of my life, what it wanted for me." I watch as the eunuch's mouth never leaves her delicate folds, "if you are using yours for oral, never allow it to move unless you say so. And make it clean after sex! That feels good anyway," she informs me. I want to tell her about the first night, the first time I was indeed cleaned, but I decided not to, feeling embarrassed but also wanting for the sensation again.

"I told you what that red pager is for, right?" Daisy asks me.

"I don't believe you did," I say.

"Well, if you hit the button, Master does have a few Nubians with huge cocks. He owns them, and if you hit the button, they will come and abuse yours however you want. But it is true, if you use too much anal, the faggot will learn to enjoy it," she informs me. "Mine started to enjoy anal, the perverted creep, so I had to break it from that. There's ways of doing that, but honestly, you're just better off not getting it raped often. You can use the Nubians' muscles though, that's always fun to watch. Actually I did that last week, I watched with Lily as ours both got beaten by the Nubians, finishing with a nice masturbation from them right into the eunuch's mouth!" she exclaims, clearly enjoying the remembrance.

"You can make it lick Nubian ass as well. It's funny, Elisia when he was running his little company never would hire people of colour, so I find it hilarious now he is literally kissing their ass! The freak used to call them the most foul disgusting things, talking as though they are not people, so now I turned him into a non-human cum receptacle. An ass licking pig!" she muses.

She continues, "and yes, Master really does order cum into their diets. It actually calms them down. He got the idea out of some old Roman book. He's a history buff, but that's not quite my forte. But how I love to listen to Master recite me poetry. He has such a silver tongue, but this animal here, he always had a potty mouth. So I got the idea to turn my pig into one whallering in filth. He becomes a man's urinal when the Nubians are around," she pauses,

"I'd make the dog eat shit, but then I wouldn't want the disgusting creature licking my precious pearl, so I decided against the idea. But I sure do threaten it a lot." Her words catch me off guard in a way, I always saw Elisia as a well behaved and docile eunuch, so seeing her anger, in a way it is very erotic how she can switch into viewing the person as a non-human and an object for her to vent all of her anger.

"Another thing, and this I've seen done, Master can get the Frenchman to shave the vocal cords. I was told he can even remove the tongue or snip the vocal cords all together if he talks back or you become angry. Do not let the animal become unruly, there are ways to correct any behaviour problem. Master doesn't like it when he has a disobedient creature in his stock, so let him know and he can correct... but his means are very rash and drastic," she explains.

"There are two other girls here. They came coupled, but their husbands were disobedient, they were not going to go along with the program of behaving and serving, so they were taken care of by Master," she says, looking up at me to say, "you'll meet them both, quite lovely women," she informs. "But don't fret, the disobedient disgusting mens' organs helped people in need. Master is very kind like that. He believes these beasts are simply livestock, and nothing should go to waste,"

As I listen to her musing, I feel curious and a bit fightful. I knew the Master was a slaver, but not a murderer! However, my thoughts and curiosity is nothing compared to my former husband's body language, I can see he is also listening as the petite woman muses. I've known him for many years, so I can see he is in physical pain, along with a terror due to listening about the murderious Master.

I feel a soft pair of hands grabbing my own, "don't feel sorry for them, the beasts... ever! All of them here, the ball-less and cock-less, they wanted us murdered, enslaved, beaten and abused. Simply be thankful that you are the one here and not in their position. Do not ever feel sorry for any tortuous or degrading act you impose onto one of the nasty and vile former men," she pauses, "promise me, Rose. You are here for a reason, you were chosen, it could be a lot worse," she tells me.

I look into her hazel eyes and mutter my promise to her. As I remember the betrayal, I become angry. I realise this whole time we have been talking, Elisia has never missed a movement, spending the whole time nibbling on Daisy's cunt.

"I have an idea," exclaims Daisy as she is trying to break the tension in the room. She tears off her paisley robe. "I'm horribly horny and would enjoy a release, why don't we both use our slaves together?" she asked me.

"How do we do that?" I ask as I look over at the restrained and humbled eunuch. I think again to myself how utterly ridiculous my former husband looks, seeing him with a large anal hook inserted deep inside his anus, rope binding him, as though he truly is nothing but livestock.