This story continues on from Lost in Isolation, though you do not have to have read that story to understand this one. 

 

 

Clare’s New Life

 

Chapter 1

 

The morning that my life changed again started in the usual way.  Joe and Shane had just finished preparing me for another day of slave training.  I did not know how long I had been held for, or how many men had used my body, but I did know that I was being advertised for sale and any day could be the day I was sold off to a complete stranger.  It was only when Phil entered the room and asked the other two men to leave, that I started to sense that something was up.

 

“Clare, I need you to open your mouth for me.” The nervous feeling I had felt when Phil had come into the room intensified as I saw him pull the gag out of his pocket.  I had not been made to wear one for a while now, not since I had first been abducted. Seeing the serious look in Phil’s eyes, I obeyed and felt him push the ball into place.  My jaw started to ache almost immediately, not being used to the gag anymore. 

 

“Good girl, now turn around so I can put on the blindfold.”  Wishing I could ask him why, but in a way not really wanting to know, I let him blindfold me.  My world was dark again and it brought back all the feelings from the early days of being blindfolded all the time.  “Clare, I suppose you have figured out already that today is not going to be another training day.  Your prospective new Master is waiting for you and he did not want you to see him yet. Behave and you will be ok.” 

 

As I was led for what could be the last time down the hallway, I felt my heart beating wildly in my chest. I had spent the last few weeks reading messages left by the many men and women who had commented on my computer profile and my mind was spinning with whom it could be.  Some of the comments had really scared me and I just hoped it was not one of those who awaited me today.  My thoughts were pushed aside as I heard Phil say hello to someone and then I felt a pair of hands on my body. I tried not to react, but inside I was in a panic. 

 

 He removed his hands and I was aware of him talking to Phil somewhere in the room.

I could not make out what they were saying. But I had no doubt it was about me and wondered if I had already been sold.  Despite the fact that I had helped to pick out the photos for my profile and had been told almost every day that I would be sold, I had somehow not truly believed it would happen.  The touch of a hand on my shoulder made me jump, as did the unfamiliar voice that followed.

 

“Slave, you are mine now.  You will call me Master Nathan or just Master.  I am so looking forward to getting you to your new home and seeing how much you have learned.  Of course, I do hope you still have some things to learn as I do so love a good punishment.”  The tone of his voice and his casual reference to punishment made me shudder.  As bad as my time with the Phil the others had been, I was starting to think it would feel like a picnic compared to what life with my new Master was promising to be.

 

A few hours later my prediction was proving to be all too true. After a long journey in the boot of my new owners car, I had been led down to what felt like a basement of some kind.   My new Master had wasted no time and had me strung up with my hands over my head and my legs spread widely.  He had then left me alone, my imagination going into overdrive.  All I was feeling was fear, fear of the unknown and fear of the man who now owned me.  A loud bang told me that he had returned and I could not help the shriek that escaped around the gag.  

 

I heard her muffled shriek and was again convinced I had made the right choice.  I felt like a kid at Christmas, my cock almost hurting in my need for her. However, I had other plans before I would allow myself the pleasure of her body.  I uncoiled the whip I had taken off the wall and snapped a couple of practice shots before setting my aim on my slave’s beautiful back.

 

Hearing him enter the room, I almost jumped out of my skin as a loud cracking sound filled the room.  While my brain was trying to figure out what it was, I heard it again.  Suddenly a line from one of the comments that Phil had made me read on the computer came back to me.  It had been in the middle of a page full of ways I would be tortured and had said that he couldn’t wait to see my back lined with red marks from his whip.  It went on to say how my screams would make him hard and how he would show no mercy no matter how much I begged.  Could this be the same man? If it was, I knew I was in serious trouble.  Suddenly, I heard the sound again but this time my back exploded in a bolt of pain so fierce I could hardly take a breath. 

 

With tears flowing down my face, I tried to turn my head to where I thought he was standing.  In spite of the gag, I tried to beg him to not do that again as my back was beginning to throb and I was sure it must have been bleeding.  My attempt at begging did me no good as the whip struck my lower back, my knees buckling as much as they could with the pain.  I was made to suffer another two fierce strikes before I felt a hand in my hair, forcing my head back painfully. 

 

“Slave, welcome to your new home.  I hope you like your introduction to life as my slave, as they is plenty more where those came from.”  He had to hold me up as my knees went weak, his hand gripping my hair even tighter.  “I am your Master and will decide what happens to you.  I will not need a reason to punish you, but if you give me a reason, you will regret it. Now, I think you need some time to think about how you might please your Master.”

 

I swayed as he let go of my hair.  I was just a mass of pain; my back feeling like it was on fire. How might I please him? My muddled brain tried to think. I thought back to Phil asking me a similar question and realised where he was just training me and meant me no permanent harm, this guy was dangerous. It didn’t take me long to come to the conclusion that I would do anything to avoid a repeat of what he had just done.  A hand on my breast startled me and I realised he must have been near by the whole time. 

 

“Slave, I hope you have thought up some interesting ways to please me.  I would hate to have to extend my welcome some more.”   I flinched as his hand brushed my cheek and then undid the gag, the ball popping out.  The first few times I tried to speak, only a croaking sound had come out and then I spoke to my new Master for the first time. 

 

“Master, I want to please you any way I can.  I will suck your cock; you can use my ass and my pussy.  You can tie me up, just tell me what you want and I will do it.” I didn’t care that I sounded like a dirty slut. I knew the old Clare would never have thought such things, let alone say them, but I was not the old Clare anymore.  “Well slave those are all very nice but they are not very original. Oh well, I guess a few more strikes of the whip might get you thinking more.”  I thought fast, almost screaming out more obscene things he could do. 

 

“Master, I will crawl around the floor for you, with a vibrator in my ass and let you fuck my pussy.  I will fuck your friends and you can film me. I will….” The words stopped as sobs racked my body.  I had never felt so afraid in my life, even with Phil and the others.  Expecting the explosion of the whip at any moment, the feel of his breath in my ear caused me to shudder.  “Slave, you will do all those things and many more.  I can’t wait to fuck you and then recover and do it again and again and again. There is just one more thing we need to do, though, before you get to please me.” 

The blindfold removed, the room had slowly come into focus and with it, the face of my new Master.  He was staring at me, his gaze hard and yet full of excitement. I found I had to look away, me whole being unnerved by the man before me.   I saw the whip in his hand and started to shake at the thought he might use it again.  He must have seen me looking at the whip, as he held it up for me to get a better look.

 

“Do you like it slave?  I do, I like how it feels in my hand, how it sounds when I use it but I love it most when it is striking the body of a beautiful slave girl. I think you should kiss it, as it certainly loves you.”  The whip was held up to my lips and despite my revulsion of the weapon I kissed it.  He ran the handle of the whip down my body until he reached my pussy and without any warning, pushed the handle fully into my pussy.  I screechede HH, my whole body stiffening at the sudden intrusion. 

 

 “Slave, to prove to me your willingness to please me, you will hold that whip inside you until I say. If you let if fall, I will strike you all over your body, if it is still in place, I will let you down.”  I thanked my dryness, knowing that although it had made the insertion painful, it would help keep it in place. These plans were dashed as my arms were pulled up, forcing me onto my toes and then I was lifted right off the floor.  Shoulders burning, I had to scream as my body was wracked with pain. Never had anything felt so appalling, even the whipping seemed not so bad now as my arms took the full weight of my body. His final insult was to make me spin, his laughter loud as he sat in the corner to watch.  I could see him rubbing his cock as I spun, my pussy now having to clench the handle tightly as each spin threatened to send it falling to the floor.  Just as I was starting to get dizzy, I was pushed in the other direction. 

 

Watching her spin, the handle now half out her pussy, I pondered if I wanted her to fail or succeed. Though I would love to whip her some more, I didn’t think I could hold off fucking her for much longer.  Standing, I removed my clothes and halted her spinning, my hand pulling the whip sharply out of her pussy.  Another scream filled the room, followed by her moans as I lowered her body until she was lying on the cold, cement floor.  Not giving her any time to recover, I rammed my cock into her, pumping like a madman for a good five minutes.  Her body felt wonderful under me, her breasts pressing up against my chest as I pounded into her. 

 

I couldn’t believe how wonderful she felt, her pussy warm and moist around my cock.  Her breathing was coming out as gasps and I could tell she did not like my actions at all. My orgasm began to build and I was sure that Clare was about to cum too.  I gripped her hair and screamed as a massive orgasm rocked through my body.  Her body shook under me as Clare’s orgasmed and I lay down on top of her. Fighting to get back my breath, I felt the woman under me crying.  I took my time and when I finally raised my body off hers, she was just staring blankly into space.  Hoping I had not pushed her too hard, I undid her arms and legs and pulled her to her feet.  I had to hold her steady as I steered her towards the cell I had build especially for her.  When I had first seen her profile, I had begun to build a space for her and hoped it would get used one day. Now that day had come and I was looking forward to her reaction.

 

I pulled her up, seeing that she was finding it hard to look at me. I could not believe how beautiful she was, her body firm and inviting.  When I had first seen her profile, not only her beauty but also the fact that all this was new to her had intrigued me.  I had a head full of ideas of what I wanted to do now that I did not have to follow any contract rules or limits that I had followed in the past with my subs and play partners.   Now I could do anything I wanted and could hardly wait to get started.

 

 

Chapter two 

 

I was hardly aware of anything as he pulled me to my feet and started to guide me across the room.  I was glad of the help, as I did not think I would be able to move without it.  He stopped at what appeared to be a jail cell; it taking a moment to sink in that it was for me.   There were bars all around and had just a simple bed and a side table, a toilet and a small sink in the corner that completed the barren space.  What I then noticed made me go weak and I was allowed to sit on the bed.  All around the walls of the room, in which the cell was in the middle, were hanging what seemed to be every type of whip, cane, paddle, restraint, gag and other items I didn’t want to know about.  I realised that every moment I was in the cell, unless my eyes were closed, I would have to look at the many ways he could torture me.

 

It was all too much and I curled up on the bed and cried.  In my head, all I could see was the room around me and that just made me cry even more. A sudden rush of cold water made me sit up, my body soaked.  Not understanding what had happened, I saw my Master standing with an empty bucket in his hand and an evil grin on his face.  The water was making me shiver and I curled up in an attempt to get warm.

I was led over to a shower area that just had a showerhead coming down from the ceiling.  He turned of the water and I just stood there and allowed the water to warm me. I was thinking how nice it was, when he moved to stand under the water, his hands roaming over my body.  I did nothing to stop him, not wanting to risk him hurting me again.  When he turned off the water and threw me a towel, I simply dried myself off and handed the towel back to him.  Once dry, I was led to the bed and made to lie down while he attached a metal cuff to one leg.  I could see it connected to a long chain that would let me go to the toilet when I needed to.  He then left me, locking the cell door with a loud clang, followed by the bang of the basement door. 

 

All alone, I began to cry again, feeling sorry for myself.  How long would he leave me alone?  Would he feed me soon?  How would he torture me next?  I had never felt so alone in all my life. Even the first few weeks with the trainers had not been this bad as I always knew they would look after me so that I was in a fit state to sell.  Now, I knew he could do anything to me and nobody would ever know.  When my sobs had died down, I made myself stand up and explore the cell.  First I tried the door, not expecting for a second that it would open, but shaking it anyway.  It wouldn’t budge and I moved over to the sink and the toilet.  It was the first time since my abduction that I had free use of a toilet, and regardless of whether he might be watching me somehow, I decided to make the most of the opportunity and use it. 

 

As I was washing my hands, I looked again at the display on the walls. I was too far away to reach any of them.  Directly in front of me was a collection of whips and paddles, the one he had used on me now hanging back on its hook. I had a sick feeling in my stomach as I thought of him using any of the items on me.  Becoming aware of my sore back once again, I gently reached around behind me to feel what he had done.  I could feel some raised areas, but was relieved that my fingers showed no signs of blood.  Wondering if he might have left me some ointment I walked in the direction of the shower, the chain dragging along behind me.  I had to stop just before the shower taps, realising I did not have enough chain to reach them. 

 

Despair washed over me again as I thought about the control he had over me.  Walking slowly back to the bed, my eye caught sight of something just beyond the edge of the cell.  It looked like a huge cross and beside it was something that looked like a rack that had come from a dungeon in an old castle.  There were more items I could not see properly, but I had seen enough to know my time here would be a hard one.

 

Upstairs, I was still feeling like a little kid and had to make myself calm down enough to make Clare some food.  I kept recalling how warm and tight her pussy had felt and the way her breasts had rubbed against my chest.  Her nipples had been hard and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them. I had always loved slaves with pierced nipples, but had never been able to convince any past slaves to get theirs pierced.  Now I knew my dreams would come true.  Placing a cup of water and two tablets for her pain on the tray, I made my way down the stairs.  I had already placed a tube of ointment there for her back, not wanting her to get sick or infected this early in my ownership. 

 

As I opened the main door, I saw she was curled up on the bed again but sat up when she was aware of my presence in the room.  By the time I got to the cell door, she was watching me with suspicious eyes and a shaking body.  Putting the tray down on the table, I pulled her to stand up so I could see her back.  There were four distinct welts on her back, but I had not broken any skin. Using the cream, I heard her gasp as I rubbed it in with my fingers. When it was done, I lowered her back to the bed, and gave her the plate of food. 

 

She ate the food in silence but did balk at swallowing the pills I held out to her.  “Slave, this is just for your pain. I may not always be so considerate, so take them while you have the chance.”  She must have decided to trust me and swallowed the pills with some of the water.  When the food and water was gone, she just sat staring at the cracks in the cement. 

 

Master Nathan’s hand on my chin made me raise my head and once again I had to look into his dark eyes.  There was no mercy there, only a barely concealed excitement.  My stomach clenched as he continued to just stare at me, my instinct warning me to run away from him as fast as I could.  In the corner of my eye, I could see his hand pulling some things out of his pocket and placing them on the tray.  A glint of gold caught my eye and I thought they were earrings, though I did not have pierced ears.  He continued to place some cotton wool and a bottle of something on the table. Finally, he pulled out what looked like a needle and I tried to wriggle out of his grasp.  He just gripped my face tighter, causing my lips to change shape.  When I stopped struggling, he eased the grip a bit, allowing my mouth to return to its normal form.

 

Taking my nipple in has hand, he pulled and twisted it until I could feel it growing and hardening, all the time his eyes never left mine.  Whenever I tried to look away, he would grip my face firmer, my fear growing.   My face was released and he tied my hands firmly behind my back.  I could only watch as he poured something onto the cotton ball and rubbed my nipple with it.

 

The liquid he was rubbing into my nipple was making it feel numb and I was getting a horrible notion of what he was about to do.  I hated needles, which was why I had been the only female at work who did not have pierced ears. I had even avoided overseas travel to certain countries due to the fear of having to have shots before I went.  Now he was about to pierce me in one of my most sensitive places.  Without realising it, I had begun to beg softly. “No, please don’t, please don’t.”  My begging did not even make him pause and before I knew it, a needle was being pushed into the side of one nipple.  Despite the numb feeling, I was still aware of the progress of the needle through my nipple. It hurt, my body shaking with the pain. 

 

Tears that were now running down my face but I still could see the needle poking out the other side of my nipple.  It was left there for a moment as he used his fingers to pinch and pull on the other nipple.  Using the cotton ball, he again rubbed the liquid into in and returned to the first nipple.  I was beginning to fell light-headed and knew I must be looking pale. I was lowered down onto the bed, my tied arms forcing my poor breasts to stand up high.

 

 The dull ache of the needle in my nipple changed as he pulled the needle out and replaced it with the gold ring.  It felt heavy and cold against my chest, but I could not help but look at it.  He had not even owned me a day and he was already changing my body.  The feel of the needle pushing into my other nipple made me cry out, the sight of the needle coming out the other side a surrealistic one.  The drop of blood reminded me it was all too real.  A glimpse at his jeans told me he was aroused by what he was doing, however I felt no sexual connection to his mutilation of my body, though I had read that many people did find having their nipples pierced an erotic sensation. 

 

The needle was removed and the second ring was pushed through my nipple, my cries loud again in the awful cell.  He cleaned up the few drops of blood and stood up, looking like an artist admiring their latest work.  I thought that was what I was to him, a body to use and now alter. I felt a flash of anger at what he was doing, but this soon passed as I saw his face and knew nothing I could say or do would help me.

 

“Slave, I know you may not appreciate this right now, but you really do look beautiful.  Now, as the numbness and the tablets wear off, your nipples will become very painful.  I will leave this cream here for you to use and will come back in a few hours to give you some more tablets.  I suggest that you get some sleep as tomorrow will be a big day.”   Placing the cream on the side table, he untied my hands and packed up the rest of his supplies, leaving me alone again.

 

The rings felt strange and I tried not to move too much on the bed.  I tried to take his advice and get some sleep, but the thought of what he had done kept me awake. Finally my exhaustion won and I fell into a troubled sleep.

Chapter 3

 

I did not know how long I had been asleep for but the throbbing pain I could now feel in my nipples had woken me up.  Trying to sit up, the rings pulling down on my nipples made me yell out.  A light that was on somewhere in the room meant that  I could just see my red nipples looking larger then they had ever done. I was wondering if dipping my nipples in water at the sink would help, when I remembered the cream he had left me.  This gave me some relief but the throbbing continued until it got to the stage where I started to call out for help.  When I heard the door open and his footsteps coming down the stairs, I began to wonder if he would be angry with me.  A bright light came on over my head and I was still getting used to it as he unlocked my cell door. 

 

He had brought down two more tablets and gave them to me to along with a glass of water.  “That should make them feel a bit better.  Lie down now and go back to sleep.”  It was brighter in the room when I awoke again, the tablets having worked quickly and allowing me some deep sleep. I had hoped I had dreamed having my nipples pierced but one look told me it was all too real.  The tablets must have been just starting to wear off as I was beginning to feel my nipples again.  Standing up slowly, I made me way over to the toilet and was just starting to pee when I heard the door bang and footsteps on the stairs.  Not being able to stop, I could feel myself blush as he opened the cell door and stood watching me.  It was not the first time a man had watched me go to the toilet, but it was the first time with him. 

 

“This is a nice way to greet your Master slave! Now get up and show me how you should greet me.”   Hurrying to finish, I was unable to take the time to wipe myself and could feel a small bit of pee running down the inside of my thighs.  I went onto my knees, spread my legs wide and put my arms behind my neck.  “Good morning Master, I hope you slept well.”  It was what Phil had trained me to say and I hoped it was what he wanted to hear.  I flinched as his hand came towards me, only to have his hand rub my cheek.  He took two more tablets out of his pocket and I swallowed them, hoping they would work quickly to ease the pain that was starting to build up again.

“Stand up slave and let me see how your nipples are today. Now slave, I have to check the rings and move them around a bit.  It will hurt but the tablets will help take the edge off the pain.”  My eyes filled with tears even before he touched the first nipple and then my screams just about deafened him.  He repeated the same thing with my other nipple, my screams just as loud. I wondered when the pain would stop.  It felt like I had been in pain from the moment I had brought to my new home and right now was no exception. The way he had moved the rings had felt as bad as when he had first pierced them and my nipples were throbbing again.  I had to sit down on the bed, my legs going weak from the pain. With my hands covering my face, I was surprised to hear him speak quietly to me.

 

“Slave, if you feel faint, then lay down for a while.”  He helped me to lie down on the bed, and then once I felt a bit better, I slowly sat up again. ‘We have not had time to discuss the rules you will follow, though I am sure you will be familiar with most of them.” He went through the usual ones about no talking and obeying rules, but then he moved onto ones I had not heard before. “Now, when I or any other male enters into your presence, you will not look at our faces but at our cocks.  You will then, if you are able to, crawl to the man and rub your head on their pubic area and ask if you can do anything to satisfy them. Show me how you will greet me.” 

 

Getting onto my knees was not easy, with my nipples still sore, but I managed to crawl to him.  I hesitated to do the next part, the embarrassment seeming too great.  His hand in my hair reminded me that the choice was not mine, and I found myself having to feel the hardness of his cock against my face.  He kept his hair in my hand as he undid his jeans with the other, allowing his cock to slap me in the face as it escaped.  I opened my mouth, not wanting to upset him, and my lips stretched around the head of his cock. It was a big mushroom shaped head and it made my jaws ache.  Once it was inside, the rest of his cock was pushed past my lips and into my mouth, until I was resting my lips against his pubic hair.  My chest began to burn as he stayed still in my throat and I tried to pull my head back. 

 

He held me firm, while I choked around his cock.  I tried again to move my head, my head starting to feel dizzy as he continued to keep me in place. Finally he pulled out and I had a bit of time to take in a few huge gulps of air before he plunged back into my throat. This time, though, he did not stay there, but pulled out, establishing a fast rhythm.  I didn’t know which was worse, the lack of air or the pounding he was giving me now. My new nipple rings rocked against my breasts, causing me more pain and his grip on my hair was only getting firmer.   My lips were mashed against him each time he pushed back into my throat and I was sure they would be bruised when he was finally done. 

 

The feeling of his cum in my mouth throat was a relief and even when he made me take some into my mouth, I didn’t mind, as it meant he was almost done.  His final act was to wipe his cock off in my hair and then he had me stand up again, turning me so he could check my back again. A tray of food had been placed down on the table and he let me eat before unlocking my chain and moving me back out into the area I had been suspended from the day before.

 

Seeing the chain hanging down made me shake all over, memories of being suspended coming back to me in a rush. My life now seemed to be filled with moments of pure panic and I wondered if I would ever have a day without it again. The sound of a beeper going off startled me.  My new Master looked at it and smiled, before quickly attaching me to the hook in the wall by my hands.  “I have a surprise for you slave but I am not sure if you will enjoy it as much as I am going to.  Just hang around and I’ll be back soon.”  He had laughed at his own joke and sprinted up the stairs. 

 

Left alone again, I found myself again in the position of having to worry about what he had planned for me now.  I looked down at my breasts; my new nipple rings making my nipples stay erect.  At least I could not feel them, so the tablets must have done the job.  The door opened and I thought I could hear voices and then a few different sets of footsteps coming down the stairs.  Wanting to hide, I just had to remain where I was as my Master and another man came into view. However it was the girl being led along by her nipple rings behind him that caught my full attention.  She had her nipples pierced just like mine, except there was a chain linking them on which the man was pulling her along.  I could hear her cries each time he tugged her sharply into the room.  Realising I could not see her hands, I figured they must be tied behind her back.  My attention being focused on the sight, I did not notice that Master Nathan had come to stand beside me.

 

“It is quite a sight, isn’t it slave?  Don’t worry, when yours have healed, you will be able to experience what Slave Eva is feeling now.  But, where are my manners.  This is Eva’s Master but you will call him Sir Evan. Evan, this is my new slave, Clare. She has only been mine for a short time, but I am very pleased with her progress” Master Nathan turned to look directly at me and held my two nipple rings in his hand. “Slave, when I unhook you, you will welcome Sir as I have taught you.”  I felt my stomach drop. I had hoped that since I was unable to crawl I would not have to embarrass myself in that way.

 

My hands free, I made my way to my knees and crawled to the stranger, the weight of his stares burning into my head.  When I got to his feet, he spread them wide and waited.  Taking a deep breath, I made myself rub my face across the prominent bulge in his pants, feeling the length and width of what seemed to be a very big penis.  I sat back and tried to remember what I had to do next.  It was a moment later when I felt a hand pulling my head back sharply, causing me to fall back onto my bottom.  When the hand of my Master pulled firmly on one of my nipple rings, I tried to scream only to find his hand covering my mouth. 

 

“Haven’t we forgotten something slave?  As this is new, I will remind you, but don’t fuck it up again.  You need to ask how you can satisfy our guest. I will also forget the fact that you were not looking at our cocks, as I realise how distracting a beautiful slave girl can be. Now, make Sir Evan feel welcome.”  My hair released again, I made sure to stare only at the crotch area of the man while I spoke.

 

“Welcome Sir Evan, is there anything I can do to satisfy you?”  I felt a rush of pure shame overcome me and could not stop the burning in my cheeks.  It was one thing to have a man overpower you and make you do what they want but to have to ask for him to do anything he wanted was different.  Me heart was beating wildly as I waited for his response.  His hand on my face forced me to look up into the coldest blue eyes I had ever seen. 

 

“Nathan, she is wonderful.  If I was not so satisfied with Eva, I might be jealous.  Slave Clare, I am sure that before I leave here today, you will have satisfied me many times over, but for now stand so I can see your body better.”  Standing, I could not help but notice how big he was, with a broad chest and my head only coming up to his chin.   It made me feel so small and even more vulnerable than I was feeling already.  He turned me around so he could see my back; stopping to trace the lines left by the whip and then continued to turn me to feel my newly pierced nipples. Inside, I tried to block out the feeling of violation I felt each time I was touched without permission.  It was working until he made me bend over and I felt his hand burrowing between my legs and then his fingers working into my pussy.  My mind told me this was wrong, but my body was powerless to do anything but try to squirm away from his grip.  What I hated the most was the way my body was already starting to be stimulated by his fingers.  He continued to pump me until my gasps filled the room and I was about to cum.  That was when he abruptly pulled his fingers away, leaving me just on the edge; my moans of need making me blush even more. 

 

“Wow, Nathan, she is hot.  Look at how swollen her pussy is already.  Give her a few more weeks and she’ll be dripping just hearing you come down the stairs.”  I was mortified by his words, wanting to just disappear into a hole. Part of me also felt angry that he would treat me in that way. I was not cheap slut…. or was I?  My body certainly did respond to his fingers and I knew if he had just continued for a few more minutes, I would have cum.  His fingers on my pussy lips make me moan again, but he was not touching me in the right place. 

 

“Have you seen these before?  I only got them last week and brought you a set too as I like them so much.” With my body still bent over, I could not see what Sir was showing my Master, but a sharp pain in my pussy lip made me squeal.  What I saw was him clipping something onto my sensitive lip and then repeating the same thing with the other lip.  It hurt but not so much I could not bear it. 

 

 I watched as Evan pulled out two straps and handed one to Master Nathan. “Just attach the strap around her upper thigh and when I say, attach the end of the clip to the hook on the strap. Right, now attach the clip.”  He pulled the clip, causing me to moan and then whimper, as my pussy lips were pulled open.  “Do you have a spreader bar close by?”  The pain as my spread legs pulled my pussy lips out caused me to scream.  I was made to stand up straight and my hands were again cuffed to the chain above my head.  I was in the same position as yesterday when he had whipped me, but this time my pussy was cruelly exposed and my nipples now held a gold ring each.

 

When Even came up to me, I couldn’t help but try to move away from him, my fear of him already intense. When he rubbed his fingers over my clit again, I saw him smile as the shock waves made me jerk.  He worked his fingers into me and fucked me with them until I was again on the verge of cumming.  I could not believe how easily he brought me to near orgasm, my mind failing to have any affect on my body’s reactions.  When he again pulled his fingers out just as I was about to cum, I responded by yelling out the word no.

 

I was stunned by my own reaction and looked to see the two men laughing at me.  Dropping my head in shame, I became aware of Even walking passed me and then heard Eva moaning.  Eva was moved to stand in front of me and I saw her being pushed to her knees. “I realised Slave Eva has not said hello yet, and as I hate bad manners, she will say hello now.”  Expecting to hear her voice, I jumped as I felt warm breath and then a wet feeling on my clit.  Knowing it was Eva’s tongue; I fought to not cum, never having had a woman touch me in that way before. However, I was too close to cumming from Evan’s manipulation and could not stop my orgasm from rising in me yet again.  Hoping I would be allowed to cum this time, I let myself go only to feel Eva’s head being pulled away just at the last minute. 

 

Crying in frustration, I closed my eyes and tried to block them all out.  A slap across my face forced me to open my eyes and return to the scene around me.  Eva had been made to kneel and was just about to take Master Nathan’s cock into her mouth.  Thinking how humiliating Eva must be feeling, I turned away only to see Sir Evan taking off his clothes.  His strong body was slowly exposed to view, the muscles rippling as he removed first his shirt and then his pants and underwear.  When he turned and caught me watching him, he leered at me and rubbed his massive cock up and down.  I wanted to close my eyes again, but not knowing who had slapped me, instead lowered my eyes to the ground.

 

I could still hear the slurping and gagging sounds coming from the corner and was aware of Sir’s feet moving closer to me.  When I could see the feet stop in front of me, I fought the urge to look at his cock.  I half expected him to make me look, but instead he moved to stand behind me.  After a few minutes of him just standing there, I started to shake.  I wished whatever he was going to do he would just do it.  My shaking become more violent, making my nipples rings move and the clips on my pussy lips jerk up and down.  Taking some deep breaths, I tried to calm down, knowing I was only making things worse. 

 

His large cock rubbed against my back, while his hands rubbed on my nipples gently.  I didn’t know what was happening to me.  Though my pussy was hurting where his lips were pulled out, my clit felt like it would explode if only I were allowed to orgasm.  I hated the control they had over me but I loved the way Sir’s hands were making me feel. He was not hurting me, just gently rubbing my breasts and occasionally pulling gently on my new rings.  Suddenly though, he moved and placed one finger on my ass, rubbing around the small hole until he pushed it inside.  Although I had been used in my ass while being trained, I still did not like it.  Trying to move away, I was held firmly by my hair and had to endure it when he put two fingers in me. 

 

Over to side, I could see Eva suck my Master’s cum as she held his cock deep in her throat.  She was trying to lift her head, but he held her firm. I could see his cock stretching her lips wide, her eyes pleading silently with him.  Finally, he pulled out and pushed her back at the same time, her body rocked with her gasping and coughing.  Master Nathan moved over to me and rubbed his finger along my pussy and then held his fingers to her lips.  As Evan was still holding my hair, I could not move away and it was not long before I had to allow him to push his fingers into my mouth.

 

The taste of my juices on his fingers was not as bad as I thought but the knowledge of what I was tasting made me feel strange.  He made me repeat the task a few more times, before both men moved away and left me hanging.  My arms were starting to ache as I looked to see what they were up to, stopping on the vision of Eva kneeling as I had only that morning.  I wished I could ask her how she had come to be where she was, if it was by choice or if she was a prisoner like myself. 

While I was wondering about Eva I saw Evan pull her to her feet and tie her hands behind her back. Eva was pushed back to the wall and her hands were attached to the hook on the wall. As Evan pulled her nipple chain up and attached the end to the hook hanging down from the ceiling, I had to wince as I imagined how painful it must be.  He then spread Eva’s pussy lips the same way he had done mine and attached the same clips and straps.  When he moved back, I was amazed at the way Eva’s pussy looked and blushed to think I looked the same. 

 

The feel of my Master’s hand on my clit, not rubbing but just sitting there, interrupted my thoughts.  “Slave, we have decided to take pity on you and will fuck you so you can cum, but you have to make us believe you want it first.”  I had no intention of begging them for anything, let alone for them to fuck me.  However, he began to rub and shock waves were sent through me again.  It didn’t help that I could see Eva having her pussy worked on by her Master and I could hear her growing moans.  My own orgasm worked it way to the surface again and just like before he removed his hand just before I could cum.

 

“There is no rush slave, you can hang there all day if you want to.  Unless you have something to say to me now, I think Eva is in need of our help.”  I could feel my clit throbbing, but still refused to beg for them to fuck me.  At least if I could hold out for a while, I thought, I won’t seem to be such a slut.  Across the room, the two men unhooked Eva and dragged her so she was right in front of me.  Pushing a box over, Nathan sat down and brought Eva down onto his cock, her spread lips making it easy for his cock to slide right in.  I wanted to look away, but it being the first time I had seen anyone having sex in front of me, I found myself unable to.

 

 Eva flinched as she was pulled her down on Master Nathan’s cock; her spread legs making her clipped pussy lips pull out more. Evan was just standing, rubbing his big cock in his hands while he watched Eva being lifted up and down.  He then pushed her body forward and used his fingers to open up her ass.  I had to stifle a moan as I thought about how she must be feeling and then I heard Eva moan as Evan worked his cock into her ass.  

 

I could feel the two cocks inside of me, my spread pussy lips making it feel like I was more full than I had ever been. I leant in towards Nathan, my ass stretching around my Master’s big cock. I was a lot looser than I had been when he had first bought me.  In the early days, I had cried every time he touched my asshole, in fear that he might want to use it again.  When he did, I would been in agony for days after.  He had begun to stretch me with a series of plugs, even making me sleep with one in for months.  Now I usually just felt full if he used my ass, unless like today, I had a cock in my pussy too.  At least my clit being out, it was getting stimulated as the men moved in me, and I knew it would not be long until I came.   I no longer felt guilty when my body reacted the way it did, having long ago decided I had enough things to worry about.   I felt sorry for Clare, and hoped it didn’t take too long before she let the men use her and let her down, remembering how determined I myself had been in the beginning.

 

When Master Evan had first bought me, I had tried to fight him and just ended up being punished severely for my efforts.  I had eventually worked out that it was better to let him embarrass and use me, then to suffer under his hand.  The nipple rings had taken a while to get used to and I hated how he pulled me along by them, but again I just didn’t have a choice in the matter.  The pressure of the two cocks was starting to increase and I knew it would not be too long before they would cum in me.  I was held tightly as both cocks pounded into me and I felt my own orgasm grow until I was shaking with the strength of my own cum. I was still mid orgasm when the two cocks started to burst into me, my body feeling saturated with their juices.

 

 I just had to wait while we all calmed down.  I could feel their sweat on my skin and wished I could wash it off me, but just had to put up with it.  Finally my Master pulled his cock out of my ass with a pop, his cum leaking out onto the floor. I was then able to stand up, Nathan’s cock slipping out. Looking over to where Clare was hanging, I could see she was about ready to crack and was not surprised to hear her start to beg. 

 

“Master please, fuck me, let me cum Master. Please Master, Sir, I want your cocks, please.”  I continued to beg until Master Nathan stood before me, his hand back on my clit.  “What did you say slave?  I didn’t quite hear you.”  Taking a deep breath I repeated me plea and waited for his response.  “Well, slave, I am feeling rather tired now and I am sure Sir Evan feels the same way, so maybe we will just have to let Eva bring you off and we can fuck you later.” 

 

“Or maybe we can just leave you wait for a while longer while we recover.” That suggestion came from Evan.  “Please Sir, maybe you could let me down and I could suck you off and then you would be able to use me.”  I had not noticed that Evan had taken something off the wall until he held up what looked like a small riding crop in front of my face.  “Nathan, I was thinking that the sight of a crop on an open pussy always makes me hard, how about you?”

 

“Excellent idea, lets say ten hits to start and we’ll see how we are going. Think slave, if you had taken up out kind offer the first time, you would not be about to feel the crop now.”  I prayed that they would not hit me too hard but somehow had a feeling they would not hold back.  The first few slaps were not too bad, but then Evan hit me right on my clit and the pain just ripped through my body.  I barely noticed that the crop was now in my Master’s hand, my body just trying to catch a breath as the pain continued to rock me.  His first four were just on my pussy but he again included my clit in the last slap and as I was still recovering from the last hit on my clit, the pain just seemed to intensify.  So great was my pain that I didn’t even realised I had been let down until a few moments later when the pain eased to a dull ache, the spreader bar being removed so I could now close my legs.

 

I could see the men talking as I tried to catch my breath, my clit still sore but not hurting as much as it had before. At least the pain had eased my need to cum.  I took the opportunity to look around the room and noticed that the two men were over the other side of the room, leaving a clear path to the steps. Eva must have seen what I was thinking, as she shook her head at me, but I just had to try.  I still had my hands tied in front of me, but I stood up quickly and made my way to the bottom of the steps.  I took a moment to see that the men were still talking and ran up the stairs to the door. 

 

I was just about to try the door, part of me sure it would be locked, when I heard shouts behind me. I gripped the door handle between my tied hands and tried to turn it, my panic making me fumble with the latch. I turned behind me and saw Master Nathan only a few steps away. I was becoming desperate and knew that unless I could get the door open, I would be in serious trouble. His hand hit the door beside my hand, the force of his body pushing me into the door. I felt sick; my whole body overcome with fear. Why had I done it? 

 

I could hear his heavy breathing and then his voice was in my ear. “That was not smart, slave.  I was going to give you a break for a while, this being your first full day but now I will have to punish you.”  He pulled my head back and used my hair to spin me around, almost making me loose my balance. Being pulled down the stairs, I had to move fast to avoid falling over. My heart was beating and I dreaded what he would do. 

 

Clare had surprised me and I realised I would have to make an example of her in front of the others. I knew she was scared but I had to do something that would make her think twice about trying something stupid like that again.  While I was thinking about how to punish her, I pushed her so she was in front of Evan.  “Clare, what were you thinking? You do know that you will have to suffer now for your bad choice, don’t you?”  I saw Clare go even paler as Evan made her situation even clearer to her. 

 

I suddenly had an idea of what to do. It was something that would cause her a great deal of pain but would not leave her with any permanent scars.  I would have to have Evan help me, so I pulled her over to the wall again and hooked her up so she could not go anywhere.  Once Clare was in place, I took Evan with me, leaving Eva there with her. 

 

I was shaking and could see the men heading to the area behind my cell.  Eva came up to me, her face sad. “What were you thinking?  Clare, these guys are not playing, they will hurt you.  If you want to survive, you have to not do things like you just did.”  I just shrugged and felt the tears run down my face.  “Eva, how do you do it?  I have only been here since yesterday and I don’t know how I am going to make it another hour, let alone any longer.”  Eva’s hand wiped away my tears and she just held me in a hug until the sound of the men’s voices got louder.  Leaning close, she whispered in my ear. “You just have to make it one moment at a time.  Just one moment, Clare.”

With that, she backed away and knelt down as she had earlier, while I saw the device that was meant for me being placed on the ground and my heart almost thumped out of my chest.

 

As Evan helped me place the rack down on the ground, I could see Clare’s eyes widen with fear.  I had bought it over the Internet and it looked just like the ones that you always saw in old movies in the dungeon.  Of course, it was a lot more modern and had a few added extras that would have made the old dungeon Master very happy. The rack in place, I approached Clare, seeing her trying to back away from me.  She started to yell at me and I knew she would try to fight me all the way. 

 

“Don’t touch me.  I don’t want to be here, just leave me alone.”  Her voice was loud in the room, but did not stop me from unhooking her and dragging her over to the rack. Evan took her hands and untied them while I held her still, her attempts to kick me stopped by me twisting my legs around hers.  When Evan had her hands untied, we both moved her around and lay her down on the rack, her body twisting as she tried to fight us.

 

I don’t know why, but I just had to at least try to fight them. It was as if I had never been trained and for that moment decided that if they were going to punish me anyway, I might as well make life a bit difficult for them. However, all my struggles were doing was making them use more force as I was dragged down.  I was beginning to get tired, but still I yelled at them to stop and twisted my body, trying to get out of their grasp. 

Eventually I had been locked down, my ankles and wrists firmly gripped by what looked to be metal cuffs. Breathing deeply, I looked at Master Nathan and then at Evan and could see no mercy at all in their eyes.  It seemed that all my struggles had done was to make them more determined to prove to me who had the control.  Master Nathan pulled the biggest gag I had seen out of his pocket and with Sir holding my head, he just pushed until it went into my mouth.  It made the gags I had worn previously seem like nothing and already my jaw was starting to ache.  When the straps were pulled even tighter, I thought they were trying to make me swallow the thing.  When they let my head go, I though I was going to chock as I felt the spit gather in my mouth and had to gag as it gathered in my throat.  I tried to push the gag out with my tongue before I raised my head and was relived to feel the spit move out around the gag.

 

It wasn’t long before I had to lower my head again, the tightness of the gag making my eyes water.  As I struggled to control my breathing, I heard a strange sound and felt my limbs being stretched.  I had just raised my head again, when I started to feel a pull in the muscles in my arms, my shoulders feeling like they were going to pop.  My hips weren’t feeling much better and I tried to beg them to stop, my pleas coming out garbled.   It was hard to see as tears poured down my face.  Thankfully they had stopped stretching out my limbs but that did nothing to ease my pain.  Through my tears, I could see my Master’s face.

 

“Clare, I am going to leave you here to think about how you should behave in the future.”  My neck was getting sore and I had to lower it back down, knowing that soon the spit would again make me lift my head again. I was vaguely aware of Eva being pulled along by her chain back up the stairs, the two men ahead of her.  I couldn’t believe they were leaving me like this, even though he had told me he would. 

My neck was getting sore and I was forced to lower my head again, the cycle something I was tired of already.

 

I made sure I could still see Clare although she didn’t know it.  I had a camera mounted on the roof and had a clear view of her as she struggled to breath around the gag.  I was certain that by the time I let her off the rack, she would think twice about trying to escape again. Meanwhile, Evan had Eva back on knees giving him a blowjob, the sound of her slurping making me hard.  I moved behind her and pushed into her pussy, her passage slick with a combination of her juices and my cum from earlier.  As I pumped into her, I could see Clare lifting her head again to let the spit run down her chin and onto her breasts.  It was such an exciting sight and only made me fuck Eva even harder. 

 

The room was a blur as my eyes filled with more tears.  I hated this more than anything and hated the men who had done this to me, even Phil for causing me to be here in the first place. My shoulders were really hurting now and my stretched arms and legs were burning. As much as I never wanted to see my Master again, I really needed him to let me out and take the gag out of my mouth.  It had already felt like ages but I knew it was properly only a few minutes.  Still, I did not regret what I had done and knew that if I thought I could get away, I would try it again.  I had to try to spit the collection of drool out of my mouth as I once again raised my head, wondering what he would do if I drowned in my own spit. 

 

Seeing Clare trying to spit around the gag, I knew I would have to go down and see how she was.  I had just cum in Eva and patted her on the head before I headed back down stairs.  Clare had not noticed me approaching her by the way she jumped when I spoke to her. “Well slave, are you starting to understand who is in charge here?”  She nodded and turned her tear filled eyes to me.   “I am not ready to release you yet but am willing to offer you a deal.” Her eye widened at my words and I knew she would do anything to get some relief. 

 

“I am willing to remove the gag, but I must insert something else in your body as a replacement.”  Her nod got bigger and I knew that at that moment she was not thinking about what I would add only what I would remove.  I moved to the head of the rack and lifted her head up to take out the gag; it’s tight fit making it hard to pull out. Finally it came out with a wad of drool dripping down her chin as it was pulled out.  She coughed for a while and then just lay back and worked her jaw. 

 

The removal of the gag felt so good, at least it allowed me to keep my head down.  The feeling of something being rubbed along the lips of my pussy reminded me I still had my pussy lips spread wide.  In all the effort of trying to escape and then battling with the men and the gag, I had ceased to feel the clips.  A large object was pushed into my pussy, my inner lips stretching out around it. I grunted each time it was pushed in even more, the pain radiating up my whole body.  Just when I thought I could take no more, I felt a hand on my head and looked up to see Eva’s concerned face. She stroked my hair and even though I could still feel the pain of the insertion, I found being able to focus on her helped. 

 

“Just take some deep breaths, honey.  I know you are hurting, but remember one moment at a time.”  I was grateful for her help but then she was moved away and Sir took her place.  “I am sure that you won’t try to run off again, will you slave.  I had to punish Eva quite a few times when I first bought her and believe me, she tries very hard to please me now.”   The object in my pussy hit my cervix and I could not help but scream out in agony.  I saw Sir laugh above me and closed my eyes to try to cope with the pain.

 

Just then, a new assault was added to my tormented pussy as the object began to vibrate.  I opened my eyes in shock, only to see both Sir and Master Nathan looking at me.  “I wonder how long it will take until you wish you still had the gag in your mouth.  Just so you know, the vibrator in your pussy will not stop until I stop it.   Can you work out what will happen as it just keeps on buzzing away? If not, you soon will.”  He left me then, followed by Sir again pulling Eva along by her nipple chain.  I tried to watch what they were going to do, but the vibrations were starting to make me need to cum.  Before I could try to stop it, my orgasm ripped through my body, my tense limbs trying to move in their bonds. 

 

Coming down, I was aware of the noise of a whip and turned to see Eva suspended from the ceiling by her arms, her body swinging as the men took turns whipping her. The whips looked different from the one that had been used on me, being shorter, but I was sure their sting would be no better. I could feel another orgasm starting to form and lost sight of Eva as my body was rocked yet again.  I don’t know how long I was made to suffer the vibrator; all I was aware of was the growing pain deep in my now sensitive pussy as orgasm after orgasm was forced on me.  In between each one, I could hear the whips and the growing moans of Eva, though these began to fade as my orgasms seemed to become one long one.  By the time I was aware that the vibrator had stopped, I was almost out of it. 

 

The feel of a wet cloth on my forehead brought me back to the present.  Looking up, I could see Eva standing beside me, her body now covered in a series of red lines.  I knew I should have asked how she was feeling but I was still just too exhausted.  Behind her head I could see Master Nathan and Sir Evan, just talking quietly and pointing at Eva and me. I didn’t know how much more I could take and hoped that my punishment was over. 

 

I finished talking to Evan, my eyes taking in the body of my slave. I don’t think she had even realised that I had removed the vibrator or loosened the pull on her limbs.  Moving Eva aside, I bent down and stared into her eyes. “Slave, are you starting to understand who is in charge here?”  I saw her nod vigorously.  “Please Master, I am so sorry I tried to escape. I will only do what you say from now on.”  I could see the desperation in her eyes and smiled at her, thinking of the last thing I had planned for her punishment.  “If only I could believe you slave, then I could happily let you up. There is one more thing I need you to do. Eva, come here.” 

 

The look in Clare’s eyes was priceless as she tried to work out what I would do to her next. “Eva, get up and kneel on the rack, so that Clare can see your beautiful pussy.” Eva climbed up and moved over Clare’s head. To hold her in place, Evan and I tied her knees down to the rack.  “Clare, you need to make Eva cum and then your punishment will be over.”  I could hear her crying, her arms wriggling in the cuffs. Walking around the table, I reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted her head until it was buried in Eva’s pussy. She tried to shake her head but the sound of her flesh being slapped made her freeze. 

 

They were doing it again, controlling my body and making me doing something I had never thought I would do.  I felt another slap on my upper thigh and tried to cry out, only to find my head being pushed further into Eva’s open pussy.  I really did not want to touch it, but the fear of them hurting me more made me poke out my tongue and start to lick. Above me, I heard Eva moan, so I figured I must have been doing something right.  Another slap on my thigh reminded me I had a job to do and I licked her again. I thought about what I liked and moved my head slightly to find her clit and began to lick it gently.  Eva’s moans told me I was on the right track and I continued, hoping she would come soon. 

 

I was amazed at the juices that were running down onto my face, as I felt her pussy pulsing under my tongue. Before I knew it, she was cumming and my face was covered with her cum. I breathed a sigh of relief and waited for her to move away.  Around me I could sense the men moving around and a shot of fear went through me.

What if they had been lying and they intended to punish me more? I didn’t think I could take any more.  My head was lowered back down and I could now see why Eva hadn’t moved, her knees still tied to the rack. The thing that had me worried was that they were not making any attempt to untie her.

 

Looking at Eva tied over Clare, her breath still coming out in gasps, made me think of all the things we could make them do. However, I had promised Clare that I would let her up if she made Eva cum, so I knew I had to untie them both.   There would still be plenty of time later if we wanted to make them play some more. By the time we had them both untied, Clare was looking like she could fall asleep on her feet.  I decided to let her lie down and rest, while we had something to eat.  I led her to her cell, the fear that she now had of me evident in her tense posture.

 

As I was led across the room, I was scared of what was being planned for me next. When we got to the door of the cell, I was relieved when my Master just lay me down on the bed and cuffed me to the chain.  I was so tired, I would have fallen asleep but he seemed to want to say something to me.  “Slave, I am going to let you rest for a while.  You are lucky that we have Eva to keep us company. I hope you have learnt your lesson.” I barely heard the last thing he said as I slipped into sleep.

 

Chapter 4

 

I woke up with my head pounding and a throat so dry I could hardly swallow.  I had no idea how long I had been asleep for but I could not see anyone else in the room outside of the cell.  Standing carefully, I made my way over to the sink to have a drink. The water was wonderful and I was just taking another mouthful when I heard the footsteps. Taking a deep breath, I tried not to cry at the thought of having to please my new Master again.  The last day or so had been the hardest I had ever had and I just felt like I needed some time to collect my thoughts.

 

Master Nathan opened the door and I found myself backing away from him, until I was again sitting on the bed.  My hands were shaking as I twisted them in my lap and my stomach was full of butterflies.  When he reached out and grabbed my chin, I heard myself whimper, hating the fear that he had instilled in me.  I dreaded having to look into his eyes, but as he raised my head, I was once again confronted by his cold stare.

 

“I hope you had a good sleep slave, as it will be the last one you have for a while. Now, Sir Evan had to leave but he told me to tell you that he is looking forward to fucking that beautiful ass next time.”  I trembled at the thought of Sir’s big cock in my ass, the image of his using Eva fresh in my mind.  “Now, since your behaviour earlier made me miss out on our planned games, you will have to make it up to me.”  I dreaded to think what he might have in mind, thinking that my punishment was over.  “I have a deal of cleaning that needs doing and you going to keep working until it is done.” 

 

I thought that didn’t sound too bad, but then started to worry that nothing would be that simple with Master Nathan.  Once he had me uncuffed, he tied my hands together in front and started to pull me out of the cell and up the stairs.  At the top of the stairs, he paused and took my upper arms in a fierce grip.  “Listen to me, don’t even think for a moment that you can try to get away.  If you are stupid enough to try, I will make today’s punishment feel like a walk in the park.  Tell me you understand?”

 

“Yes Master, I understand.  I will not disobey you again.”  I heard her shaky response and knew that her punishment earlier had worked as I had hoped.  Letting her go and opening the door, I pushed her into the room.  I intended to have her clean the bathroom and then the kitchen, as I had let my maid go when I decided to try and buy Clare.  Plus it would keep her busy while I did some things I needed to do. 

 

We reached the bathroom and I could see her looking at the items I had already laid out on the floor.  She hesitated to enter the room, her eyes wide as she tried to work out what each one was for. I had spent a lot of money buying some great items over the Internet and couldn’t wait to try them out.  Shutting the door behind her, I picked up a shiny, red corset that had half cups that would sit under her nipples, so her rings would still be exposed.  I pulled it around her, making her take a deep breath so I could tie it tightly.  The sight of her breasts with her rings glinting was a beautiful one and I couldn’t help playing with her rings a little bit. I knew it would be a while before I could play with them the way I wanted to, but I just had to touch them now and then. 

 

Standing back, I could see her struggling to get comfortable in the tight corset.  I picked up the harness gag and saw her shake her head slightly as she saw what I was about to do.  However, all it took was one look and she actually opened her mouth in readiness for me.  I laughed and pushed the medium sized ball in her mouth and spent a few minutes getting the straps in the right place.  When I was finished, she had a series of straps crossing her face and one under her chin. The ball was not as big as the one I had made her wear during her punishment, but it still stretched her lips out around it. 

 

I untied her hands and replaced them with metal cuffs joined by a chian and then did the same for each ankle.  The final touch was to connect a long chain to one of her ankle cuffs and to a ring I had put onto the wall.  I knew it was overkill, but I just got such a thrill out of using my new things.  “Ok, now you are ready to go.  I will be back in thirty minutes and I expect this room to be sparkling.  Your cleaning items are on the bench. Have fun!”  I left her, droll starting to run down her chin and her chain clanking as she moved towards the sink.

 

I heard him lock the door and sat down on the edge of the bath for a moment, the corset making it hard to breath.  Not wanting to give him a reason to punish me again, I stood up and looked at the cloths and the bucket of soapy water he had left me to clean with. I had just dipped a cloth in the water, when I looked up to see myself in the mirror, the shock of seeing the gag with all the straps almost enough to make me want to cry.  However, I knew that he would be waiting for me to mess up and made up my mind that I would do the best job I could.

 

It was not easy to move around with the corset and the chains between the cuffs, but after a few attempts, I found a way.  I had almost finished, with only a small section of the bath to go, when I heard the door being unlocked. I was finding it hard to breath and I had to keep wiping the droll up as I went. The corset had not made the job easy; with the restrictions it caused making me squat down for much of the time when I would have normally just bent over.  I was hurrying to finish the last section of the bath, the part that meant I had to bend over as far as the corset would allow me, when I became aware of him standing behind me. I didn’t know whether to stand up or finish the job, so instead I just froze. 

 

‘Slave, why isn’t this all finished yet?” I cowered, waiting for him to do something.  “However, with that view you are offering me, I can let go the fact you have only a little bit to go.” I was so relieved that I worked doubly hard to finish.  When I went to stand up, he stopped me and pushed me further over into the bath until my head was touching the bottom of the bath.  I was unable to see what he was doing, but the sound of him lowing his zip was unmistakable. The next thing I knew he had his cock at the entrance to my pussy and was starting to push in.   I yelped behind the gag and moved my head so that I was laying on one ear, rather then the top of my head being ground in to the bath.

 

He quickly built up a rhythm, fucking me hard and fast, which made my already shallow breathing even shallower.  The corset felt like a band of steel around my chest and the chains rattled as I moved.  I just lay there and prayed he would be done soon, so I could stand up. As he moved even faster the sounds of our grunts filled the room.  I felt him remove his cock and recoiled as the first spray of cum hit my back, followed by two more blasts.  I felt it run down my back and onto my hair, a few drops landing on the bottom of the bath.  Closing my eyes, I tried to ignore the feeling of his cum on me and just waited for him to let me up.

 

Seeing my cum on her back and in her hair was amazing, just as the last two days had been amazing. If I had realised that owning my own slave would be so much fun, I would have done it years ago. Even the sound of her crying again did not worry me; in fact it reminded me each time of who was in charge. 

 

 

Chapter 5

 

What felt like a year, but was only about two weeks, had passed since Phil had sold me into the hands of Master Nathan.  My life, if you could call it that any more, had settled into a strange kind of routine.  Each morning he would expect me to be ready to clean his house, my body clock now seeming to know when I had to get up.  He continued to put me into the same corset and gag to clean, his pleasure at my discomfort plain to see.  The only advantage of being his unpaid maid was that I was getting to see some of his house and I was storing it in my mind in case I had the change to get away.  He still used me anytime he felt like it in anyway he pleased, often while I was cleaning, though he seemed to be busy on the either his mobile phone or his computer most mornings. I figured he must work from home and also thought that one day I might be able to use either one to get help.

 

Afternoons were also starting to take on the same nasty routine. After a light lunch, I was usually used as his bondage toy while he tried out his new equipment on me.  Most afternoons I had been able to cope but he still managed to make me cry at least once or twice each session.  Yesterday had been no exception; with him tying me onto a big wheel I had seen in the shadows on my first day here and spinning me till I was upside down.  He had then proceeded to use a variety of whips and paddles on me, my bottom still a bit sore.  My nipple rings were almost healed, though he had started to play with them a little bit. They didn’t hurt me anymore but they had made my nipples super sensitive and I dreaded the day he would start to use them the way I had seen Sir Evan use his slave’s nipple rings.

 

The sound of a number of different male voices on the steps made me hurry to kneel and present myself the way I had been taught.  I could recognise the voice of my Master and thought the other voice was Sir Evan, but the third voice I had never heard before.  I shivered, not knowing what they would want of me. I made sure to only look at their crotch areas as the three approached the cell door and I could hear
Sir Evan laugh. “Nathan, I see you have got her better trained then the last time I saw her. It is a shame Eva can’t be here today, but there is always next time.”  I was disappointed I would not get to see Eva, her concern the only I had received all the time I had been here.

 

The cell door was opened and I knew I had to welcome the two guests.  After my Master had undone the cuff around my ankle, I crawled first to Sir Evan and rubbed his crotch and welcomed him.  He took my hair in a fierce hold and lowered his head to whisper in my ear. “Slave, we have unfinished business from the last time, when you stopped the games we had planned for you and Eva. You are going to make it up to me today.”  I felt my stomach drop at the menace in his voice and had to fight to control my fear as he let go.  I crawled shakily over to the other man and rubbed his crotch area, somehow managing to say my welcome despite the growing dread I starting to feel. 

 

I was allowed to stand and while my hands were tied behind my back, I got my first glimpse of the new man. He seemed younger than the other two and looked a bit like the local football star, all teeth and hair.  “Slave, this is Sir Paul. He is the son of an old friend of mine and I know you will treat him with the same respect you treat me. Isn’t that right.”  “Yes Master.” I had learnt the hard way the pain to not responding quickly to any question asked. 

 

I was aware of Sir Evan’s gaze burning into me and wondered how Eva survived being owned by this man.  Though I had no love loss for my Master, I didn’t get the same feeling of dread that I got from the other man.  It was as if he hated me and just wanted to make me suffer.  My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a phone and I looked up to see my Master taking a phone out of his pocket. It was the first time I had seen him use a phone down here and by the tone of his voice, knew it was business.  He then did what I knew would mean trouble for me, and told the guys he would have to leave them for an hour or so, as he had to do some urgent work upstairs.  He came over to speak to me before he left.

 

“Slave, while I am busy, Sir Evan is in charge.  You do what he says or you will be sorry.”  He then spoke briefly to the two men before leaving me alone with them. I found myself wishing for the first time that Master Nathan would stay, some inner instinct warning me about being alone with Sir Evan. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm down, my awareness of Evan walking towards me not helping.

 

 Clare was taking deep breaths, my presence here obviously frightening her.  I had dreamt of having more time with her and was pleased when Nathan had invited me over for another visit. I had just left Eva with a female friend of mine who was also a powerful mistress, to learn some of the finer points of being a slave.  I didn’t mind though, as it meant I could concentrate fully on Clare.  “Paul, would you get some things ready for me?”  I gave Paul a list of items to get from the walls, ignoring Clare’s whimpers behind me as she heard what I had asked for.  Once Paul was off searching, I used her nipples rings to pull Clare across the room so that she was standing under the hook in the ceiling.

 

“Remember when I got to strap your beautiful clit while you had you pussy lips held open?”  I could see by her eyes she certainly did remember and then she looked down at my hand to see if I had the same idea for today. I had to laugh, my hand spreading her legs and finding it’s way into her pussy. Staring into her eyes, I pushed three fingers right into her, seeing her grimace in pain as I moved them around in her. At the sound of Paul returning, I pulled them out, making her lick her juices off my fingers before I turned to see what he had found.

 

“Great Paul, now if you could  tie her hands and then pull her arms up and bend her over, we can start to get her fitted.”  Nathan had told me that Paul’s dad was an old friend and that the two of them had actually discovered bondage together over twenty years ago.  When he had rung to say his son would be in town for a few days to visit some universities, Nathan had invited Paul to stay with him. He was not worried about him seeing Clare, as his Dad had kept slave girls for at least fifteen years.  So though he was only nineteen, he was more experienced then many guys twice his age.

 

I watched as he held Clare’s bound hands up, forcing her to bend over as he continued to raise her hands in the air. With his other hand he was playing with her nipple rings and I immediately knew he was a man after my own heart.  Clare was whimpering slightly and I decided to gag her first. Picking up the large gag she had been to wear during her punishment, I raised her head to see her eyes wide at the sight of it.  However, she opened her mouth to let me put it in, the size of it making me have to push firmly before it would even budge. By the time it was in place, I hardly needed to use the straps, the ball well and truly stuck in her mouth, but of course I did and saw her gag as the ball was pulled even more fully into her mouth. 

 

By the time I had done the buckle up, she already had drool starting to form around her mouth and she was whimpering. I lifted her head up by her hair and looked her right in her eyes, seeing all her pain and fear there.  I let go of her hair, hearing her muffled shriek as her head dropped to hang down, her hair now covering her face. I didn’t want that, so gathered up her hair in a ponytail and used a piece of rope to tie it into a loose bun.  Paul had seen what I was doing and had his hand ready to grab the rope and tie it off to the ring above her body.   I made him pull it until her head was horizontal to the floor, her drool dripping off her chin and onto the floor. It was just high enough to cause her some problems with the gag but not enough to make her choke.

 

I moved to where Paul was standing behind Clare and we both secured her feet to the ground.  When we were done, her legs were spread wide and I had a clear view of her pussy and ass.   It was her ass I was interested in and I got Paul to get the large butt plug and show it to her as I started to run my finger around the rim of her asshole.

 

The feeling of the gag was one I was remembering all to clearly and when he had tied up my hair, I had again found myself having to drool or risk choking on my own spit. Now I was spread wide, with a finger starting to work it’s way into my ass.  I had noticed Paul going to pick up something and felt myself go pale as he held the biggest butt plug I had seen in his hands. “Hey slave, I am glad it is you having this thing in your butt.  You will certainly feel it.” I looked up at this handsome boy, wondering how he had gotten mixed up in this world.  He handed the plug to Sir and I hoped he would allow me some lube before he tried to insert it.

 

Paul returned to stand near my head and took a grip of my nipple rings as I felt something cold bring squeezed into my butt.  The relief at Sir using the lube faded as I felt the plug start its journey inside of me. I was distracted slightly by Paul pulling down on my nipple rings but nothing could ease the pain of the butt plug being worked into me.  I felt like it was the first time I had ever had anything up there; my ass stretched tightly around the plug.  I realised I was crying as my tears started to mingle with my drool on the floor. Paul had eased off on my rings and had taken my face in his hands.

 

“You will need to try and relax or it will really hurt.”  I wanted to tell him that he should try and relax with a massive butt plug being forced into your butt, but I could only whimper more as the pain level just seemed to get worse. He stroked my hair and wiped some of my tears off my face, his touch the only good thing about what was happening to me.  “Maybe it is just too big, Evan.  There are plenty of other ones you can try.” I was hopeful that Sir would take his advice, but part of me knew that he wouldn’t. The feeling of the plug still being pushed in proved I was right and I had to fight not to pass out with the pain. “No, this will fit.  If I am going to fuck her later, she needs to be stretched out some.”  A hard slap on each ass cheek allowed him to push it in even more until I felt like I was going to burst. 

 

I could see her ass being stretched wide by the plug, my cock ready to pop out of my jeans at the sight of it.  I knew that Paul was right and it was properly too big for her, but I was not going to give up.  I slapped her ass a few more times and finally was able to get the last bit in, her ass hole closing over the end of the plug.  It was one of those clear plugs and I could not believe how far up her ass I could see.  At her head I could see that Paul had squatted down in front of her and was wiping her face clean with a wet cloth.  I didn’t mind, as if I had my way, this would be the best she would feel for a while.  I hoped Nathan would be kept busy for a lot longer yet, as I had quite a few plans for his beautiful slave. 

 

Moving to see her face, Paul stood up to allow me to take his place. “Slave, I am sure you can feel that plug, but I intend to fuck your ass later, so it needs to be ready. Now, I can see that these rings have healed rather nicely. Let’s see what they can do.”  I saw her try to shake her head, the rope in her hair restricting her movements.  “Paul, bring over two short ropes please.”  I saw her watch as Paul handed me the roped, her whimpers the only sound in the room.  Talking one nipple ring I tied the rope around it and let it hang, repeating the process with the other one.  It was only when I took the end of both pieces of rope and pulled them out that she really started to make a noise.  By the time I had connected them to a ring in the floor, the rope making her breasts pull out from her body, she was crying loudly behind the gag. 

 

The rope was pulling my nipple rings so tight I thought for sure they would tear out.  I was not able to look down but I knew if I could see my breasts they would be pulled grotesquely out of shape.  The plug in my ass felt like a log had been pushed up me and was causing me to take shallow breathes.  This made it hard to breath with the massive gag in my mouth. I was busy just trying to cope with everything, when I felt a sting on my bottom.  I couldn’t turn to see what it was, but it felt like a paddle of some kind, the pain covering a large area at once.  The paddle continued to strike me, the force making me move and my breasts being pulled more each time my body moved forward.  It was too much and I felt my head start to get dizzy and my vision begin to darken.  I was sure I was about to pass out when the paddling stopped and Paul moved to stand in front of me.

 

The relief I felt as he undid the gag was short lived as at the same time the butt plug was pulled out.  It felt like my insides were being pulled out along with it and then I felt the head of Sir’s cock ready to take it’s place.  I screamed as he pushed the head of his penis into my ass, the pain radiating right through my body.  So caught up in what was happening behind me, the feel of Paul’s cock pressing against my lips jolted me.  I opened up automatically, all my concentration focused on the increasing pain as Sir pushed his cock in further. Thankfully, Paul was happy to just let me suck on his cock, while I struggled to accommodate the cock in my ass. 

 

I screamed around Paul’s cock as Evan finally got all of his cock into me.  I prayed that I would pass out and be spared the agony of my reality.  Paul lifted up my chin, the movement causing me even more pain in my nipples, and started to push his cock down my throat. Now I was impaled on both ends and even moving slightly caused me pain. I lost all sense of time as they both moved in me, the pain causing me to gag around the cock in my throat and my tears blocking all vision.  Sir just seemed to get more violent as he rammed his cock into me as if he wanted to become a part of me forever. 

 

 It felt they would never stop, my body continuing to rock between the two. Paul was the first to cum and as I was swallowing his load I could feel Sir’s cock swelling. He seemed to speed up more before he finally came, my sore ass burning as his cum flooded it.  I could feel him pulling out, some of his cum dripping out and running down my legs. Exhaustion overwhelmed me as my body tried to cope with the continuing pain in my ass and nipples.  I had just closed my eyes when a slap across my face made me open them.  In front of me was the smirking face of Sir.

 

“Oh no, slave, it is not your sleep time.  I am only just starting.”  I could only shake as I thought about what else he had planned. “But first, we need to change your position.”  The pain in my breasts was eased as the ropes were undone and they were able to move back to their normal position. The rope in my hair was then undone and my hands were lowered.  I moaned as I tried to slowly move my sore body but Sir did not have time for that and I was pulled to stand. 

 

My head was full of what else I wanted to do to her, all thoughts that she belonged to Nathan gone from my mind.  I got Paul to help me secure her with her hands pulled taut above her head and her feet tied together and anchored to the floor.  The look in her eyes as I went to the winch showed her fear as I pulled her up off her feet.  Her body looked so beautiful as the ropes stretched it out tight.  I decided to leave the gag off her this time, as I wanted to hear her scream. 

 

I could see Paul looking concerned but choose to ignore him and went to pick up the whip, the one Nathan had told me used on her on her first day.  Her eyes grew wider as she saw the whip and she began to beg. “God no, please don’t use that whip on me. I will do anything else you say, just don’t use the whip.”  I did not respond to her, her pleas just urging me on more. Moving behind her, I lined up the whip and saw it fly through the air and strike her back, leaving a vivid red mark.  Her scream filled the room, but I had already laid another strike on her back before it even ended. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Paul move to stand beside me.  He just stood there while I made a pattern of lines over her back, then he took my arm, forcing me to stop for a moment.

 

Turning to glare at him, the only sound in the room were Clare’s sobs. “Evan, I think she has had enough.  We need to let her down or she might become injured.”  I heard what he said, but my mind did not want to accept the truth of it. “Sorry, but Clare knows that she is owed this.  I will let her down when I think she’s had enough.”  I moved to stand in front of her and could see her tear streaked face filled with pain.  Raising the whip once again, I struck her across her firm stomach, the thrill of seeing the red line form intoxicating.  I was so involved in what I was doing, that I did not notice Paul sprinting up the stairs. 

 

Chapter 6

 

The client who had droned on in my ear for what seemed like forever, was still talking when I saw Paul burst into the room.  As important as this client was to my business, I could see that what Paul needed to tell me was more important. I asked the client to wait a moment and pressed hold, my mind already racing ahead of me.

“Nathan, you have to come now! I tried to stop him, but he ignored me.  Clare is in trouble and needs your help.”  Although he had not said what Evan was doing, my stomach dropped at the thought that he was doing her damage.  Quickly ending the call, the client non too happy, I rushed with Paul back down to the basement.  What I saw when I entered the room, was enough to know that Paul had not been over reacting. Clare was tied taut, her body off the ground. This was not what bothered me, instead it was the lines of red welts that were covering her back, some of which had been hard enough to cause some drops of blood. 

 

Running over to Evan, I gripped his arm and swung a punch at him, the surprise attack catching him off guard.  He landed on the floor, his face stunned and I mentioned to Paul to hold him down while I started to let Clare down.  She had fainted, so I was able to handle her body without causing her any more pain. I held her gently in my arms, my feelings all in a muddle. Evan started to stand and I warned him with my eyes not to try anything.  “Evan, what the fuck did you think you were doing?  No, I don’t think I want to know, just get out now before I decide to use the whip on you.” 

 

At least he was smart enough to leave without any fuss and I soon forget him in my hurry to get Clare into a bath.  I was aware of  Paul walking Evan to the door but I moved off in the opposite direction towards my bathroom.  Turning on the tap to fill the bath, I felt her stir but not wake up, and so had the time to get her into the tub before she could have the chance to fight me. I tried to work out how I was feeling. I had spent the last two weeks playing with her like a doll, her feelings not even being considered as I controlled her world.  Now I was made to confront that fact that she was a real, flesh and blood person, whom I had allowed to be abused while I was trying to make money.  I knew things would have to change, but how much I wasn’t sure.

 

I could feel warmth engulfing my body and feared what they were doing to me now.  Dreading what I would see when I opened my eyes, I decided to see how much movement I had. Surprised that I could not feel anything binding my limbs, I began to realise I was in what felt like water. What I also realised was that there was a hand holding onto me and I groaned to think that they wanted more from me.  The sound of my Master’s voice made me flinch and I opened my eyes to see what might be coming.

 

“Shh slave, you are safe now.”  I found it hard to link what I knew of Master Nathan with the gentle voice I was hearing now.  I started to struggle, only to find him holding me still.  Starting to cry, all the horror of my experience at the hands of Nathan came to the surface. He allowed me to cry, even letting me cover my face with my hands and to bring my knees up.  As I cried, I became aware of another voice in the room and panicked thinking it was Sir Evan.  Cringing, I dared to take a peak and saw only Paul.  Sensing my distress, Paul knelt down beside the bath to speak to me.

 

“If you are looking for Evan, he is gone. Your Master sent him packing along with a very sore eye.”  My mind was again trying to work out why Master was suddenly concerned about me.  “How are you feeling? Evan really gave you a going over.” At his words, I suddenly remembered the whip and looked down to see half a dozen welts crossing my stomach and chest.  I knew my back would be the same, but the shock must have not left me, as I felt nothing for the moment. “I did try to stop him, you know, but I had to go and get your Master to help you.  He was like a man possessed.”  The thought that he had been that concerned for me only set my tears off again, but this time he stroked my hair while I cried.  I felt a certain level of peace for the first time in weeks, despite the presence of Master Nathan in the room.  My Master asking Paul if he would mind giving them some time to talk shattered the peace.  I watched as he left, feeling alone again as he left the room.

 

“Slave, I don’t know how to say how sorry I am for what Evan did. You must know I did not know what he had planned and never thought he would abuse you in the way he did.”  I was again taken aback by his words.  “I know I have given you no reason to trust me but I am asking you to trust me now.  I promise you things will change around here, not that you will not still be my slave, but that I will take better care of you.”   Wondering if I was dreaming, I just stared at this man who had made my life a living hell for two weeks. 

 

“I have to admit that when I bought you, my only thought was all the things I could do to you and that you would not be able to complain or fight me.  Today had taught me a bitter lesson, that you although you may be my slave, you are a real person too.”  In my head I was amazed that he had thought the way he had, although his treatment of me confirmed this. “When you are healed, I will try to work out a way of being your Master while still allowing you to get some time to be you.  But for now, I need you to stand up so I can see how much damage has been done.”

 

I stood up, still in a daze over all that had happened, especially his comments.  I was starting to feel the pain of the welts on my body and groaned in pain as I stood in the bath.  He turned me around gently and I heard him gasp as he saw my back. Looking back to see in the mirror, I could see a series of welts criss-crossing my back.  I felt weak and was glad of his hands on my hips as he helped my out of the bath.  He gently dried me off and then applied the same ointment he had used on me two weeks ago and then handed me two painkillers.  Without another word he led me along a hallway to a room I had never seen before. When I realised it was his bedroom, I froze, thinking he just wanted to fuck me, but he made me keep moving and surprised me by lifting up the covers to reveal clean, crisp sheets. 

 

“Please, lie down and sleep. Someone will be in to check on you soon.”  I was still a bit suspicious but did as I was told, the sheets feeling so cool on my skin.  I lay on my side, so that my welts would not rub on the bed or the covers.  I was already drifting off to sleep when I felt him attach my hand to the top of the bed.  My final thought as sleep overcame was that some things would not change. 

 

It was dark in the room when I awoke.  It took me a few moments to remember where I was and that I was not alone in the bed.  My body was sore now, the welts throbbing. I tried to lie still but the increasing pain made be moan. I could feel the body move beside me and the fear that I had woken him up and he would be angry washed over me.  He came around to my side of the bed, two more tablets in his hand.  I took them eagerly and then he used the cream on me again.  Before he had even finished, I was again asleep.

 

The next time I woke, it was morning and I was alone.   I was still tied to the bed, but on checking the rope had been changed to the chain and cuff I was used to, and I was able to stand. I needed to use the toilet and was pleased to see an ensuite attached to the room. I did not look in the mirror as I used the toilet but once I was done, I could not resist.  I saw that while some of the welts had started to go down, many were still quite red and sore looking.  Just as I was making my way carefully back to the bed, the door opened and Paul came in with a tray of food.

 

“I hoped to get here in time to help you, but at least it seems you do not have a fever. Come and sit on the bed and have something to eat.”  I was still a bit wary of him, his involvement yesterday still on my mind.  It was the rumbling of my stomach that reminded me that I had not eaten since breakfast the day before. I sat gingerly on the bed and he sat beside me, placing the tray on the bedside table.

 

“Here, have these with your meal and then I will reapply the cream.” I ate in silence, the closeness of him keeping me on edge.  “Clare, I know you don’t know me, but I am here only to help you. I have grown up with the slaves my dad kept at home, so I know how they should be treated.  I know I helped Evan yesterday, but you must believe me when I tell you he really did go too far.  I have spoken with your Master and I truly believe it when he says your treatment will change.”  I ate as he spoke, part of me trying to picture a child growing up with slaves around him. “Is there anything you would like to ask me? 

 

“Do you truly think things will change. Here I am, still in chains, though the setting is a bit nicer than downstairs.” I knew I was sounding like a child, but the pain was making me feel nasty.  “ Clare, I can’t tell you that everything will be great but I do believe your Master is willing to try.  I do not know him well but my father always spoke of him as a decent man.  I just think he was overcome by the power of having his own slave and yesterday came as a big shock to him.  I do believe that if you are willing to give him a chance, you would find life here to be not so bad.” The tablets must have been having their effect on me, as I felt myself growing tired again. Paul must have seen this and quickly applied the cream as I drifted again off to sleep.

 

Walking the next time, what seemed like late afternoon sun was coming in a window and I got up to see what was outside.  I was unable to open the window, but I could see a large yard, with a tall fence around it.  There was a pool and a nice garden full of flowers.  Seeing the outside for the first time in weeks made me feel sad.  I wondered if this new life I had been promised would include me being able to leave the house. 
The door opening made me turn sharply, my fear of punishment still great.  This time it was Master Nathan who entered and I froze, ready for him to drag me away from the window.

 

When he just walked up and looked out the window too, I didn’t know what to think. We stood in silence for a moment until it got too much and I had to sit on the bed.  Master Nathan sat down next to me and took my hand in his.  I flinched but he did not let go, so I made myself let it sit there. “Now that you are showing some signs of improvement, I need to offer my apology yet again. I know you have no reason to believe me, hell if I was you I wouldn’t believe a word I was saying.” I looked at his face to see if he was joking, but all I could see was a serious expression. I was starting to think maybe he really did want to change. “As I have said, you will still be my slave and I will expect you to obey me, however I will also reward your good behaviour.  Tell me now, is there something you would like, within reason of course?”

 

What would I like? I would like to go home, to have control over my body again. However, I did not want to mess this up, so I choose something I thought he would allow me.  “I would like to go outside, just in the backyard.”  Waiting for his response, I was shocked when he stood me up and began to lead me out of the room and through the house until we were actually standing in the yard.  Paul had followed us out, curious as to what we were doing.

 

As I breathed in the fresh air for the first time since my abduction, I began to believe that things would change.  Sure, my life would never be the same again but maybe, just maybe it would become something more than the nightmare if had become.  I suppose only time would tell.

 

To be continued