Four hours later Chase stopped working and released Precious from her harsh punishment. She stayed on the table until Chase directed her to move, her knees hitting the ground before her feet.
Her back was black and blue from the caning she had received and she had run out of tears from sobbing. Chase walked away, not waiting to see if the slave followed, toward the elevator doors. Three steps out Precious's collar activated, and she cried out which caused another shock.
"Oh, I forgot to push the button." Chase mentioned. "Now it is."
Although she wanted to move slowly, she knew if she didn't not keep up with him the punishment would continue the rest of the night. She knelt, trembling, at his feet in the elevator as she waited to return to her home.
When the door opened to the Dungeon, Chase pushed a button.
"Cocksucker, Worthless and Precious into Present. Useless, Whore and Pointless into Display. Wishful, Princess, Boy and Bitch into Kneel." Chase finished as he pushed Precious back to her cell. He had given her the hardest position, and she knew it was on purpose. She shouldn't have listened.
The slaves were into their positions within five minutes, starting out the endurance session. Chase paid them no attention as he moved through his Dungeon and into his bedroom. Turning on his survelance cameras and looked over his home.
"Cocksucker, your elbows need to be higher. Pointless, hands at shoulder height." The named slaves made the corrections and fell back into whatever state-of-mind allowed them to endure what their Master did. Only three hours into the endurance session Pointless moved and broke form, ending the count. "Slaves, released. Shower for thirty, chained to cell. Pointless, stairs, now."
The slaves scattered, the whispers barely reaching him as they asked Precious what had happened. Pointless walked slowly to the base of the stairs, kneeling before them as he waited. Chase left him kneeling there for over an hour, long after all of the other slaves had returned to their cells and snapped the chains to their collars, settling down with the small length of space they were allowed.
When his Master came to Pointless's side, he waited for commands. Having the man stand over him only built his sense of doom.
"Feet, slave." Chase commanded and Pointless got to his feet, hands behind his back. A severe cock cage was fitted to his cock, spikes threatening to spear flesh if he grew aroused. "Forward."
With a leash, the only way to not immobilize the slave getting too close to the exit, Chase paraded his slave into the crowded club. Pointless kept his eyes down as people looked at him whispering between themselves. Chase moved him to a chest against the wall and removed a posture collar made of stiff plastic and put it around Pointless's neck, forcing him to look ahead and meet the gaze of those who eyeballed him.
Finally deciding where he wanted to sit, Chase sat in a padded chair, pulling the leash to the ground, watching Pointless try and not tumble to his knees due to the collar. It held in neck exactly where he wanted it, restricting his ability to look side to side, just straight ahead.
People came up and spoke to Chase, each leaving his slave with a slap, smack some other correction. One man came up to his Master, barely looking at the slave on the floor.
"Can I rent for two hours? Ten grand?" the person offered and Chase handed Pointless's leash over to him.
"Basics, but if he resists, let me know." Chase told the man who nodded and lead the immobolized slave away.
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Pointless lay in his cell, after his torturous two hours with the random client. He was bleeding from his nose and mouth, one eye was swollen shut. Marks on his wrists from struggling in handcuffs and ankles from rope were overshadowed by wounds on his body. That was only what could be seen, not all that had been done. Before he had been given a mild sedative, he described strangling repeatedly, and damage done with the knife found in the renter's possession when Chase went looking for his missing slave.
Chase was beside himself with fury. The client, now dead to the outside world, hung naked in the showers, spread-eagle with rope as open as he could be. The Master was going to torture the human for some time before he personally set him to one of the "projects" or in the lower floors for longer.
There was another thrall in the shower with him, to keep his anger in check, to keep Chase from slicing off the prisoner's cock and feeding it to him.
Leaving the bath area Chase moved to his slave's cell, checking on him. Lifting his radio to his mouth he spoke. "Abbott and Marlin. Report."
"Right away sir." came the response. Chase knelt next to his slave, running a hand over some of the wounds. The slave cringed, not from the touch but from the pain.
