The Slave Spy -

"Shut the fuck up, you dumb cunt." A hand slapped me across the face as I let out a sharp gasp. My tormentor stared down at me. She was tall and imposing, a senator from what I had gathered. She was dressed in a two-piece skirt suit, with business casual heels. I adverted my eyes to the floor silently, staring at her pristine shoes.

"How do you address me?"

Her hand went to my throat, squeezing it. My breath was caught as I held back another full sob. I remained silent, frozen, and the woman in front of me pressed her shoe onto my foot. The pain was sharp and ached as I tried to remain standing normally. I felt a wave of humiliation.

"Speak." Her voice was stern as she let go of my neck, it was a command, not a suggestion. Her shoe pressed harder on my bare foot before I whimpered. I remained silent though. Her foot pressed even harder, and she took a hold of one of my nipples at the same time. I had never had much of a high pain tolerance, and the touch on such a sensitive area caused me to stumble. She didn't let me move though, keeping a firm grip on my nipple. I began to sweat.

She twisted my nipple, using her other hand to make me keep looking her in the eye. I started to really cry now as she was nearly crushing my bare foot.

"Mistress." I finally cried out.

She took her foot off my own, pressing her fingers into my thick hair. "That's a very good slave." She whispered in my ear. I knew I was supposed to be just a slave, but it wasn't something I could accept. At this point, I had been passed through three different masters. Each seemed to be crueler than the last.

"They say you are not trainable." She whispered, her voice a purr. "But my husband and myself are very successful at training slaves such as yourself." She smiled and put a hand on my cheek. I couldn't hold back the grimace as I winced back.

She shook her head. "I know what you are thinking, that you will never subjugate yourself, that you will never stoop down to the level of being fully under my control." A smile flashed again on her face as she tugged at my hair a bit.

"But what you are thinking, deep down in that brain... is that you don't want to be forced to become some mindless sex slave." She let go of my hair and I furrowed my brow. I wanted to ask what she meant, but I dared not speak.

"But I want to assure you, your mind is priceless to me." She leaned forward, her face close to mine. My heart began to beat faster. I didn't realize how attractive she was when she was pressing her foot onto mine, but at that moment the way she looked at me was completely amorous.

"I could tell when I met you that you were special. You're smarter than the rest."

I felt a cloud of indignancy and an odd surge of pride when she spoke to me like that. I bit my lip and decided to take the chance to be bolder than I should. "And what does that mean? Just because I haven't submitted to my other masters? That makes me somehow smarter than the other slaves in my position?" I demanded. "They are honestly much smarter than myself." I said narrowing my eyebrows, taking a step back.

She laughed a little at me, and my cheeks flushed. I had been bracing myself for a blow, not a laugh.

"No, I can see it in your eyes, and your file. You've been well educated, and you are from a good family... I was surprised to see you get into the position you are in." I stiffened at the mention of my family, and she noticed. She got closer to me. "Sacrificing yourself so your family didn't lose their estate, very noble of you."

"I couldn't imagine how you must have felt when your family agreed with you that you should be a slave in exchange for their menial comfort though." My heart panged and I took another step back. Her words hurt worse than the slap across the face.

"So, no... I don't think you should be a mere sex slave, I have much more in store for you, my love." My breath hitched as she took a step towards me, bridging the gap I had slowly built between us. "But you should get it into your head, that I own you. Serving me is what is best for you at this time." She gently raised my chin so I would look her in the eyes. She reached forward and adjusted the glasses on my face.

In that moment I was spellbound by her gaze. I wanted to tell her I would do anything for her, but that was desperation, and I knew that enough. I swallowed hard, and she took my hand. "Let's take you to your new room." She said before guiding me through a large, but still manageable home. I was naked all but a collar around my neck.

I had a tattoo on my skin, a reminder of my former master. As if reading my mind, a hand settled on my lower back where the tattoo sat. "We will be getting this removed." My new mistress said. "You will be branded by us, of course."

I tensed every muscle in my body, and once again she laughed. "Don't worry, at that point, you will be begging us to do it. We will only do it once you ask us nicely." I felt stupid as I turned to look at the woman.

"If you don't want to use me as a sex slave..." My voice came out more timid than I wanted it to. "What do you want to use me for?"

The woman got serious for a moment, looking me up and down. Then she said something that completely caught me off guard, "espionage." She said, her voice as serious as her physical demeanor.

I sputtered, "What? I don't know how to do that? I can't be... a spy? I don't know how to hack, I don't know how to be stealthy..." She cut me off, putting a hand up.

"You don't need to do any of that." She stepped forward, pressing her hand against my hip, and tracing her finger down my thigh. I squirmed a bit. "You will use your body, you will use it to your advantage at every step of the way. You will use yourself to get any information I need."

I tried to stumble backward, but she held me still with her arm around my waist. "I thought you said I wasn't going to be a sex slave." I whimpered.

She just smiled and shook her head, "Sex will be your weapon, not your binds. We are going to train you to entice any target. You will have everyone who comes in contact with you in your grasp, ready to eat out of the palm of your hand." My heart pounded at the idea. It felt like an escape, a way to take my unfortunate circumstances and change them. But it sounded extraordinarily dangerous.

"What if I fail?" The woman's grasp on my waist tightened.

"We are going to train you not to fail..." She said, but then looked at me, really looked at me. "But if you do happen to fail, well..." She paused, letting the situation sink in. "The men and women you will be dealing with aren't the types to be messing around with, so let that encourage you not to fail."

My heart hammered in my chest, I highly doubted my ability to seduce and commit acts of espionage. "And if I refuse?" I whispered.

"Then I guess we wouldn't have to worry about indulging that brain of yours." I didn't want to know what that meant. She looked around the small, but comfortable space that she had led me to. The actual bedroom that was going to be granted to me. She cleared her throat, and turned, going to leave the room.

"Follow me." She commanded.

I followed curiously and was led to a door on the other side of the hall. It led down to a finished basement. I gasped as she turned the lights on. I saw two women sitting in large but still cramped cages, both blond, one with curly hair. The one with straight, short hair was mindlessly humping a dildo, a glazed look in her eyes. The other had very long curly hair, and she pawed at the cage and started to yap like a dog. I felt my heart sink as I saw both of the degraded women.

The mistress went to the cage with the girl pawing at the bars. She cooed and opened the door to the cage with a small key. The women crawled out, pawing at the mistress's legs.

"Down, girl." the mistress said as the woman licked at the mistress's hands. "Girls, this is the newest member of the family." The woman who was in the cage still looked up, her eyes still glazed, as if she had just shut off her brain at this point. The woman on her hands and knees greeted me as if she were a dog, sniffing me and licking my skin. I backed up nervously and looked to the mistress.

"Now, for introductions." The mistress pointed to the girl in the cage, "This is Slut. She is a pleasure slave. When she came in, she was a lot like you, but we trained her to love taking any sized cock in any hole we please, and she is a very special pussy eater." She looked over to Slut and smiled wide, a glimmer of pride in her eyes. She got down and put a hand to the bars, Slut came over and licked the mistress's fingers in response. "Yeah, that's such a good girl."

"And this is Mitzy, she is our sweet little puppy." The mistress pulled a bone-shaped biscuit from her pocket and held it up. Mitzy shook her ass and I noticed a tail plug sticking out and shaking with her ass. She sat up, her hands enclosed in paw-shaped mittens as she dangled her hands by her breasts. She panted, sticking her tongue out. The mistress laughed and tossed the treat. Mitzy tried to catch it in her open mouth but missed. She dove to the floor, eating the dog treat right from the ground.

The mistress smiled and pulled out her phone. She stood looking through it for a minute, seemingly looking for something. She finally turned the screen to myself and showed me a video. It was of Slut. She was standing in a room. She looked more human in the video, more lucid. She was yelling though, saying she would never ever do what they wanted. Slut looked up at the sound of her voice coming from the phone, but she didn't respond other than that.

My heart pounded in my chest as I thought about the woman in the video and then compared it with the woman sitting before me in the cage. I started to sweat.

"It is up to you, love." The mistress said as she put her phone back into her pocket.

I stared at the mistress. Either way I was absolutely fucked.

To be continued...