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The New Pet

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The next morning dawned bright and early for Donavan and Harriett, sunlight
seeping into the bedroom the couple shared. A huge 4-post bed complete with a
canopy cover sat in the middle of the couple's room. It was something that
Harriett had wanted and Donavan saw no reason not to indulge his ladylove. Light
streamed in and began to pull Donavan from the depths of sleep. Consciousness
returned slowly to him and when he realized he was waking up he looked over to
Harriett snuggled against him nestled into the crook of his arm, a slight
dribble of milk forming on her right tit. Donavan untangled himself from her and
with no ceremony pushed her out of bed causing her to land on the floor roughly
awakening her from her sleep.

She grumbled lightly under her breath but really was not too surprised by his
actions. He often woke her this way... and she knew that it meant that he wanted
breakfast and that she needed to go and fix it for him and bring it to him in
bed. She made no qualms about it... after all he was Master and it was her job
and pleasure to serve him. She got up and began to wander into the kitchen to
prepare his breakfast.

Donavan watched her walk softly off to the kitchen her ass swaying gently in the
morning sun. He laid back and closed his eyes allowing his mind to wander. He
often did this. He began to reflect on his life. One small part of him realized
that the kidnapping and forcing into slavery young nubile females was wrong but
another part of him didn't give a rat's ass. He was enjoying himself and wasn't
going to give up now. He did often think back and try to pick a point where it
all began.

He wasn't overly wealthy but was comfortable and financially secure enough that
he didn't have to work. His father had acquired a lot of money during the war
and although Donavan had never questioned his father about it, he suspected that
it was gained through the drug trade from the Golden Triangle into the US. His
old man had passed on a few years ago peacefully in his sleep and Donavan, being
the sole heir, inherited all of his father's estate. Of course the money
collected from the occasional slave he sold off didn't hurt things either. He
realized that having money was a factor into his lifestyle... but it wasn't the
only reason.

He thought back further trying to pinpoint the exact event that set him on this
path. He remembered his own times in the military, eight years in the Navy. That
had defiantly helped him-the chance to explore the flesh-pots of the Far East,
specifically the Philippines and Thailand where any vice could be bought for a
price.

He remembered with delight being taken to a members-only club in the
Philippines, far away from any form of civilization, by a friend of his he
served with. This friend had discovered Donavan's latent desires and brought him
to this very exclusive club. Most of the brothels and whore houses were your
standard run of the mill operation, see the girl, pay for her, and fuck her and
that was it. But the club "Ravens" was a different matter all together. It was
owned by an old retired Navy Chief who enjoyed the B/D S&M lifestyle; it catered
to the darker desires of men and some women as well. The owner of the club had
an arrangement with most of the other brothel owners. If a woman that worked in
a brothel or whorehouse gave too much trouble to the owners and mama-sans the
girls would be turned over to 'Ravens' for a predetermined length of time to
assist in her 'attitude' adjustment. Most of the girls were forced into
prostitution in the Philippines any ways and had little or no choice in the
matter. Many of the women who were sent to 'Ravens' for attitude adjustment
learned their lesson and never returned. And at 'Ravens' the customers were
allowed to whatever they wished to the girls; all for a price of course. The
price was well worth it. It was basically set up like a medieval dungeon and
torture chamber and the women were available for any depravity the customer
wished.  There were, of course, the occasional deaths that occurred in the club,
but they were taken care of by the owner.

Donavan delighted in the abuse and pain he was able to inflict on these
unwilling girls, and learned as much about inflicting pain on the human body as
he could. These times were glory days for Donavan and he delighted in them. But
that wasn't the cause of it. The desires to use and abuse women were there and
the time he was overseas just helped those feelings manifest. No, it was
something before that.

Back to high school his thoughts flittered. He was a shy reclusive bookish sort
of individual. An outcast, he never got any dates and maybe that was the reasons
for his desires... no that wasn't it... he didn't hate women.  He just felt
compelled to control and use and abuse women.

He chuckled to himself about that last thought... He didn't hate women yet
kidnapped them and raped them and sold them into slavery... odd dichotomy he
realized. But what was that one thing that drove him to do what he did and
derived pleasure from it. It was something deeper in his past... but he couldn't
put his finger on it.

And maybe it was just the collection of all his experiences and not attribute to
any one situation. After all is not a human being just made up of the
experiences he has had in life? A collection of what has happened to them. 
Harriett coming back into the room with his breakfast on a tray broke him from
his revelry. She placed it in front of him and he began to enjoy a pleasant
breakfast while Harriett kneeled to the side of the bed as she was instructed to
do while he ate.

He soon finished his breakfast and Harriett took the tray and dishes into the
kitchen and returned and kneeled beside the bed and asked, "May this one be
allowed to prepare for the day?"

Donavan looked down at his slave. She was very good at what she did and years of
conditioning had left her completely dependent on him. She had to ask permission
to do anything. This question she asked was just the standard question she asked
in the mornings. It was all-inclusive for her to go to the bathroom, fix herself
breakfast and get dressed.

"You may little one," Donavan stated. She got up and went into the bathroom and
Donavan followed her right behind still watching that ass of hers wiggle. He
began his morning ritual of relieving himself and shaving and showering while
Harriett went about hers. She did not have toilet privileges and had to use a
cat litter box that she was also under orders to keep clean. He watched her
relieve herself and clean her self up.

Donavan stepped into the shower and turned the water up on hot and relaxed as
Harriett lathered him up and washed his body. It was another of Harriet's duties
to her Master and make sure he was clean. When he was showered up he exited the
shower and allowed her to dry him off. That done, he exited the bathroom and
allowed Harriett to shower herself up. She was not allowed to use hot water and
took each shower in the morning under freezing cold water.

After insuring he was dried she kneeled before him waiting for permission to
continue with her own shower. He looked down at her. She had come so far in the
time that she was his. Originally she was just his first slave and first victim.
Maybe that's why he held such fondness for her. No, more than fondness, he
actually loved her. He smiled and patted her head and turned to walk out. This
was her cue letting her know she was free to continue.

Harriett stood and stepped into the shower turning the water on cold as she was
instructed to do. The water cascaded over her washing away the last bits of
sleep from her body. She was glad that Master allowed her the luxury of taking a
shower. She had seen other slaves only being able to wash themselves with a
washrag out of the sink or under a high-pressure fire hose. Master was very good
and gentile to her. He always had been.

She remembered back to that day some years ago when her life had taken the path
she was now on. She had always been what the media dubbed a professional victim.
A quite shy demure little girl she had grown up into the same as a woman, timid
and afraid of life. Every boyfriend she had ever had had used her and run
roughshod over her. The last one beat her terrible when he was drunk. He had
gotten her pregnant and when he discovered it he beat her to within inches of
her life, forcing a miscarriage. Fortunately for her a police car just happened
to be driving by and witnessed the assault and was able to pull him off before
he killed her. She was in the hospital for weeks recovering and somehow, with a
kind detective to help her, pressed charges against her boyfriend and he was
convicted of murder and attempted murder. He was doing 25 to life in a state
maximum-security prison.

After the assault and losing her unborn child she attempted to become more
forceful and aggressive in her life, determining never to be used again.
Fortunately for her (or unfortunately as her mood some times dictated) she ran
into Donavan and everything changed forever. He had just been recently
discharged from the military on a medical discharge and was in a deep depression
about it. His life was stripped from him and he needed a new purpose in life
when he saw her. He knew instantly when he saw her what he was going to do. He
stalked her and discovered where she lived and, after making some preparations
in the house he was living in at the time, struck.

Chloroform in a rag, hand over the face, and Harriet's world changed forever.
She awoke in his basement that he converted to a makeshift dungeon. This was
nothing compared to the elaborate set up they had now.
And her life erupted in pain like she had never felt. The first two weeks were
the worst. Every imaginable torture that Donavan had inflicted on the whores
overseas he inflicted on her with greater passion and zeal. This was before
Donavan became the professional torturer he was now and he made some mistakes in
those early days, mistakes that hurt her very bad. But when this happened she
noticed a change come over him. He became more gentle and tender towards her.
Taking care of her injuries and treating her with the gentleness of a lover.
This new found kindness was something she had never received from any of her
previous relations. It was something new and intoxicating to her. And she liked
it. Oh sure, he raped her on a daily basis and abused her body in horrible
ways... But when his kindness towards her came through it started to become all
worth the pain and misery he inflicted on her.

She would discover months later that he realized that he had taken a huge
responsibility when he kidnapped her. He was now responsible for her well being
and health. That was something that he didn't have to worry about while
overseas. Someone else always looked after the girls after he was done with
them. But this was different. Something clicked inside him. The realization of
this simple fact struck him like a lightning bolt through his brain. He could
have just left her to her injuries and not give a damn about what had
happened... but for some reason this woman he had, touched him in a way that he
had never been touched before. Others in his position could have just killed her
and gone on to another, but that wasn't Donavan's way. No, he had kidnapped her
and abused her and now she was his responsibility.

It was during this time that Donavan began to apply his knowledge of what his
father had taught him and what he had picked up from Military Intelligence
during his time in the service. He broke her personality down and began to
reshape it to what he wanted. And soon the couple began to feed off the mutual
support each other gave the other. Harriett needed the tenderness and kindness
he showed her and Donavan needed the responsibly of taking care of some one. The
relation deepened until one day he told her that she was free to go. She looked
at him and lowered herself to her knees and whispered that she did not wish to
go. That he was her entire life now and that she would stay and serve him the
best she could, only asking for love and kindness in return. Donavan agreed and
the two fell deeper into love after that.

It was strange what occurred to her after that. No longer was she a timid little
creature, but was developing into a strong willed woman, more outgoing and happy
about life. For some strange reason... she had found the freedom in her slavery
that she never had before. It was actually her idea, a couple of years later
after Donavan's father died, to take the money and begin their new hobby.
Donavan of course was delighted at the aspect of getting to abuse new and fresh
women, agreed to the idea and the couple had been capturing and raping women
ever since.

While she was showering herself Donavan drew out the cloths that the two of them
would wear for the day. He opted for simple black leather shorts, as he normally
did normally for these days of abuse. For Harriett he pulled out a red pushup
leather bra and matching red leather G-string. He also pulled out a set of red
stockings and garters for her. He always controlled what she wore. She was his
slave and was it not the duty of the Master to make the decisions for the slave?

That done he wandered off to his office and began to conduct the day's business.
Checking the morning paper, (nothing about the missing runaway girl yet, no big
surprise there. Just another nameless, faceless statistic.), getting online and
checking his personal mail. He had contact with several other people that held
the same interests as he did. They provided each other with news and updates on
their activities and uploaded videos and pictures to each other on the status of
their sessions. One letter got his attention. A mutual acquaintance of his that
went by the screen name of Weaver (his real name was Mike... The two were good
friends and had sessioned and trained more than one slave together)

It seemed that Mike was holding a party for his closest friends. Donavan smiled
at this. Mike's parties were usually filled with the most depraved sexual vices
that were known to man. In the code that Mike and Donavan used he also was able
to tell that Mike to had just recently 'acquired' two new slaves-twins it
seemed. And that he was going to be revealing them at the party. The date for
the party was 1 week off. Donavan wondered if he could get Jolene whipped into
some form of presentable shape by the time of the party. He would have to see to
it. It looked as if her training was going to step into high gear today.

He was interrupted by Harriett entering the room in the clothing laid out for
her. She struck a sexy pose, her heaving breasts barely contained in the leather
bra. With a smile and a heavy sigh, he stood and escorted her down to the
basement to step up the training of their new pet.



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