A new purchase

[lynn_bb]

Following the last whipping and the offer of food I was released and helped to stand. I was sore and my steps were slow and measured as I watched as the last of the fish was fought over by the "dogs"

My disgust watching the dogs and my pangs of hunger were interrupted by his voice telling me to get dressed. He indicated a shapeless dress made out of sackcloth. My first reaction was that I wouldn't wear such a rag, but my nakeness was embarressing and I needed someting to cover the light bruises on my back, so I put it on.

He took me around in the carriage again and showed me his "kingdom". Due to my exhaustion I kept falling asleep and each time I was awakened by pressure caused pain on my back where most of the blows landed or the man waking me up. Finally he got exasperated and slapped me awake and warned me not to go to sleep again.

I tried to smile as I mocked him, "It would be a good time to rape me while I'm asleep. You would have the same amount of pleasure as if I were awake. You could even sit and jack off while your dogs fucked me and then tore me to pieces." With that I nodded off again.

 

[BadForm]

This was becoming ridiculous. Even for a pampered princess this slave was weak. True, she had been through emotional turmoil. True she had spent a night of pain and little to no sleep. Yet she should have been able to stay awake a little longer than the five minutes a time it was taking her to fall asleep. Briefly, I grew annoyed and slapped her. It wasn't hard, but she was irritating me. Even that did not work for long.

"It would be a good time to rape me while I'm asleep. You would have the same amount of pleasure as if I were awake. You could even sit and jack off while your dogs fucked me and then tore me to pieces." she said with the fraction of a smile.

I actually considered it. She could hardly have invited it more if she tried. That said, it was not the request I had hoped for - either the full request or the simple acceptance of an inescapable position. That would, no doubt, come later. And until then I would not have sex with her. Of course, that could mean I never did, but the five I used as sexual slaves were enough for me. She was... extra.

She missed the tour of the woodlands where the gamekeeper and his slaves worked. She missed the tour of the orchard and vinyard and farmlands as well. I had to do something to wake her and the choice of what was simple.

I stopped the carriage and reached into my jacket pocket and withdrew a pair of plastic balls connected by a chain. I removed as well the remove control that would enable me to control them. Then, without waking her first I pinned her in a laying position across the seat.

She awoke with a start, the horror on her face making it obvious what she thought was going to happen. She seemed doubly alarmed when, rather than peel off my own clothes or even unfasten my fly, I shoved a hand down towards her crotch. She hadn't seen the balls and struggled more strongly as she felt the larger one press against her vagina. I slipped it in, ignoring her cries. When I pushed the other into her anus she almost lost it. Had she not been so exhausted I doubt I could have held her then, but in her condition I managed. Eventually, seeing no escape, she stopped struggling. That's when I let go and pulled her into a sitting position once more.

I took my seat beside her and switched the remote on to send a light, pulsing vibration that flowed continuously between the two balls.

"This will keep you awake," I said. "You should adapt to find this a pleasant stimulation, but if you manage to fall asleep or if you fail to be obedient I will turn them up - and believe me you don't want to feel them on full amplitude when they give off electrical sparks."

I grabbed her hand as it travelled urgently down to her crotch.

"Don't remove them. If you try I will have your fingers broken. I do not wish to do that, it will limit your choices as to how to serve. However, you are choosing to be deliberately annoying. It is time to begin learning your place."

I glanced at my watch and saw it was near noon. I was becoming hungry again and decided to take her back to the house. Truth to tell, though I would use her wherever she chose, I was more interested in her as a house slave: be that a pleasure slave, a kitchen hand or a maid it would keep her nearer to hand.

"Peter take us home," I commanded and the driver whipped the horses into motion again. "Tell me," I said softly. "What will it take for you to realize your position and begin to accept it. I have punished you little so far, and even that has generally been at your choice. Do I have to break you physically? If so, you were a folly and I will recoup part of your cost in the arena by your death."

A thought struck me - a thought that would probably not please her at all, but may, at least, touch a small part of her pride.

"You remember your price? $1? That was merely a bluff, a game to encourage you to think of how little your life could mean now. Do you know how much I am really paying for you? No? $1,500,000... Perhaps you can take some comfort in that - that someone is willing to pay so much for you."

 

[lynn_bb]

Lynn

I awoke with a start as I felt my body pinned to the seat and something placed against my pussy. I tried to fight, but being exhausted I was held helpless as something was pushed into me. Whatever it was stretched me, but not too badly.

It was when he pushed a second object into my ass that I really fought and he had to work at it, but soon I was sitting there with two objects in me. I started to reach down, but he stopped me and explained what would happy if I resisted.

I jumped when he only slightly turned on the voltage. I squirmed a little, but soon found the sensation mildly stimulation. To my horror, after several minutes I felt my vagina begin to get wet. Several more minutes and my face and neck flushed with sexual excitement.

I didn't pay much attention to his words during the ride, concentrating on the vibrations in my vagina and ass. When he told me how much he actually paid for me however, I got a boast of pride that I was worth that much. I didn't dwell long on my pride as the stimulation was really getting to me. A soft moan escaped my lips as the carriage halted at the front door.

 

[BadForm]

Her reactions were amusing yet irritating. It was good that she was finding the stimulation pleasant, yet she still had a lot to learn. Not least of which was that her pleasure was irrelevant. Her need as a slave would be to satisfy me. Of course, that did not mean there would not be pleasure for her when I chose it.

I dismounted from the carriage and ordered her to follow. She stood uncertainly, trembling under the stimulation, but managed to follow as I led the way to the house. I couldn't work out whether the stagger to her gait was a result of stimulation or of a need to not let the balls fall from her. They wouldn't - they would need to be pulled out.

"You like that, slave, don't you?" I asked and she responded. "You should know that, if you choose to be obedient then you may find times when you experience pleasure. Tonight you will see what happens to slaves who sufficiently annoy me."

I led the way upstairs, summoning one of my maids as I went.

"You slept through the tour of the grounds, so you have little to judge your fitness for those positions. This afternoon, you will experience the duties of my house slaves: my pleasure slaves, my cooks, my maids. You may ask them anything, they will answer. Learn. That would be a good idea."

I wondered if she would notice things about the slaves in her tired but aroused state. That they were all naked, unlike the servants who were paid employees. That they were all open to usage of the servant who oversaw them. That they each bore at least some marking or piercing to mark their station. It would be interesting to see how she fared.

"Now," I said as I opened the door to a luxuriant bathroom. "You will assist Watergirl in bathing me."

 

[lynn_bb]

After the carriage stopped I was helped down and took a few steps toward the house. The stimulation in my vagina had already made my sex wet and I found, much to my concernation that my steps increased the building sexual need, especial to my clitoris.

As I walked toward the house I staggered as my thighs reached a certain point and the stimulation pushed to toward an orgasm. He asked if I liked what the balls were doing to me and I tried not to answer, but I felt my face flush with excitement and knew that he knew the truth. "No, no" I thought to myself, "I can't let the bastard see that I'm excited." I straighten up the best I could and walked in the house.

Once in the house we walked down the hall when I was overpowered by the mild electrical shock and the vibrations. I staggered and grabbed his arm as a low moan escaped my lips. I was excited, but the stimulation was not enough to make me cum and I hung right on the edge. "Please" I begged in a low whisper, not knowing wheither I was begging for more or to turn it off.

He looked at me and continued into the house. He spoke several times about me sleeping through the tour and not knowing what each area did. I could have carried less, my mind centered on my clitoris as the pleasure washed over me, teasing me just short of orgasm.

When we walked upstairs I could hardly stand it and had to clung to the railing for support. At the top of the stairs he informed me that I would assist in bathing him.

I couldn't go any further, the stimulation was too great and with tears in my eyes I cried, "YOU BASTARD! PLEASE, PLEASE. I NEED TO CUM, I need to cum" as I slumped to the carpeted floor.

 

[BadForm]

Dr. Long

I switched off the stimulus as soon as she fell to the floor and watched as she wept. That had to be painful for her, being led so close and then denied. It should also help drive home the message I had been trying to get her to accept all morning. Hopefully she would begin to see that her pleasure now depended on my will, not hers.

Slowly she calmed down, though she was still trembling visibly. Tears welled at her eyes as a sheen of sweat made her beautiful flesh glisten in arousal. Her face was flushed, her breathing hard. She seemed, momentarily, in a state of shock.I wondered how she would react later if she could see how desparate she was now.

"You have not earned the right to 'cum,' as you so crudely phrase it." I said simply. "You are a slave. You do not demand that you be allowed orgasm, you hope that I permit it. And if you truly want that to happen, then I suggest you begin to accept you depend on my wishes."

I continued onward to the bathroom door and waited for Watergirl to fill the bath. She worked quickly, testing the water with her hand and arm to see it was exactly the right temperature. Once satisfied, she returned to where I stood and removed my clothing piece by piece, watching my body with a learned adoration. My new slave did not join us.

I turned back to look for her. She was still in the hallway where she had fallen, but was now propped up on her arms, staring at me. The anger seemed to have returned amid the pleading. I turned on the stimulation again, keeping it low enough to tantalise but not to cause orgasm.

"Do you want this?" I teased as I waved my finger over the remove control. I didn't wait for her to finish gaining the strength to answer. "If so, show me how much. Bathe me well. Was me, nurture me, pleasure me. If you can show me your commitment, I will consider whether you have made up for your continued disobedience."

 

[lynn_bb]

Desperate, I lowered my hand to my soaked clitoris. I had to cum or I'd go completely to pieces. Suddenly the vibrations and mild shocks stopped and I saw the man turn and look at me. I dropped my hand away from my sex as he told me I should learn who is in charge and how my pleasure depended on him. Also that I could begin to show that I realized my lack of status by helping to bath him.

I watched from where I had slumped to the floor as he walked into the bath area. The girl prepared his bath and then carefully took his clothes off. I jerked as I felt the stimulation begin again, spreading the sexual heat to my stomach and making me moan in need. He continued to talk, teasing me and asking if I wanted the remote control. He said that if I would help bathe him and do a good job that he would consider my punishment and maybe cancel it.

With some difficulty I got to my feet and staggered into the bath area. I helped the girl bathe him for several minutes when I noticed he had a semi erection. Slowly I slide my hand down until I grasped the hard cock and slowly began to stroke it as he closed his eyes.

The sexual stimulation was really getting to me and I slid my other hand down to my clitoris and began to roll the nub with my fingers. I continued to jack his cock and rub myself for several minutes before I felt the beginning of my orgasm. My knees buckled and I screamed as the waves of pleasure engulfed my body. My hand tightened on his cock as spasm after spasm shook me and I lost myself in my release.

 

[BadForm]

Dr. Long

I knew what she was doing - her motion changed on my cock as she began to play with herself. It was, however, good that she was beginning to learn she had no further options and so I did not stop her reaching her orgasm. There were, other ways of teaching her lessons than the direct manipulation and torture of her body.

I relaxed into my own pleasure as she continued to stroke and squeeze me. She would become a good source of pleasure, whatever role she chose here. She was showing signs of her own lustful nature that would ensure that. And so I accepted the pleasure she gave and let my imagination build up a delicious picture of the many ways I intended to enjoy her.

Within moments of her own orgasm subsiding I let myself find release and sprayed my own cum across her fingers and my own body. I let my hand slip over the remote control before she could recover enough to open her eyes and turned it up a further three notches. This would put it at the borderline between pleasure and pain, where I would leave it for some time. It would be particularly difficult for her given she had just reached orgasm as she would for a time be super-sensitive. Then I closed my eyes and groaned, ensuring I allowed another spurt of cum to erupt through her fingers. That would be the sight she saw as she opened her eyes and she would not know that I had known what she had done.

"You did well," I said to my new slave as Watergirl cleaned me off. "You washed me well. Perhaps you will consider becoming a maid when offered the chance. This is a part of their function... and I see you enjoyed it."

Then I began to sniff, a perplexed then angry look on my face.

"I smell a woman's scent!" I snapped and stared directly at Watergirl. "You know better than to pleasure yourself without permission! I assume you felt as my new slave was taking such good care of my needs you had no reason to perform your own function?"

She shook her head desperately and began to speak.

"No Master... It was her who..."

"What? You dare accuse another slave of your own misbehavior? I could have you thrown into the arena for this!"

She knelt and threw her hands together in a prayer of supplication. "Master... please... I am sorry. Please... not the arena!"

I watched her for a moment before turning my eyes back to my new slave. "You are the one who was wronged by her accusation. You may choose her punishment. Whatever you choose you will do to her, but make sure her punishment fits her crimes against you and against me!"

My voice was firm, demanding. It was anger under control, at least the act of it. I was interested to see just what my new slave would do when it came to her being forced to choose a punishment, amidst the semi-painful twitching vibrations in her body, following a powerful and confusing orgasm, when she knew my anger was at her actions and she would be having someone else punished in her own place.

 

[lynn_bb]

My orgasm had almost driven me to my knees as my vagina repeatedly tightened around the plastic ball in me. I moaned softly as the climax peaked and than slowly began to subside.

I suddenly realized that my hand was wet and stickly and when I opened my eyes I could see his next ejaculation go on my hand. Breathing raggedly, I looked into his face as my cum covered hand continued to stroke his cock. I felt him tense and I half smiled when I was rewarded with another deposit on my hand.

He opened his eyes and I removed my hand from him as he adjust the remote control. My body tensed, then arched as the current increased to the balls deep in me. It wasn't quite pain, but very close to it and in spite of my exhausted state I was quickly pushed over the edge again, screaming as the second climax shook my body. It took me several minutes to settle down enough to even hear what he was saying, but when I did I was agast.

He accused the other woman if doing what I had done and wanted me to pick the punishment for her. I knew that he was angry, but I had no intention of telling him to greatly punish the woman. I took a deep breath and said, "The woman did me no harm! If you must punish her give her one lash of the whip that were used on me and let her go back to her duties."

 

[BadForm]

Dr. Long

I listened as she considered what punishment to give Watergirl. I was only mildly surprised that she chose so lenient a punishment; it did tie into the physical weakness and emotional pride she had so far demonstrated. Watergirl shot her a look of mixed anger and fear, well aware that when one slave was given the option of selecting an appropriate punishment and failed to do so it generally resulted in both being more severely punished. In this case, however, I had no intention of doing so.

"One lash from the play whip?" I queried. "And you think that is sufficient to demonstrate the serious nature of her seeking her own pleasure when tending to her master and then accusing an innocent slave of her own actions? You are, of course, mistaken: both of those acts are serious... but I gave you the right to choose her punishment and to deliver it, and so you shall."

I turned to Watergirl and saw she was struggling to control the relief, to stop herself from laughing or smiling. If she acted as though she was not remorseful she knew there would be an additional suffering to endure.

"Very well, Watergirl, go and get the play whip. Bring it back here and prepare for the punishment."

She left the room at once, almost fleeing down the hallway in her urgency to take the blow before I could change my mind. I looked at my new slave and wondered what was going through her mind. She had decided not to be honest about what had happened, showing she was quite willing to shift the blame if it saved her. That was an indicator of fear that could be used against her.

"She will return momentarily," I said. "For now, clean me off and bring me my robe."

 

[lynn_bb]

I'm not sure if my body was shaking from fear or the after effects of the last orgasm forced on me. I could tell he didn't like my punishment request and I was afraid of his reaction

I stood there as he told us, much to both of our relief, that since he had promised to give the woman punishment according to my desire he would honor my request for one lash. He sent her to fetch the whip and told me to clean him off. I reached for the washrag beside the tub with my sperm coated hand and begain to wash his semi limp cock.

I could tell that he wanted more of his "slave" than being cleaned off with a washcloth. He started to say something, but I cut him off as I dropped the wet cloth and wrapped my hand firmly around him and said. "Why did you blame her for what I did? You must know by now that pain can make me do stuff, but it won't break me."
I looked up at him as I firmly stroked his cock, much faster and harder than I did before. I suppressed a smile as it came to life in my hands, the erection full and hard. I squeezed it causing his body to flinch a little and said again, "Why her and not me?"

 

[BadForm]

I considered my response. This was her first day and so she had the right to ask questions. This was a good one, showing she was more aware than she had acted and had started to accept, at leat in the tiniest ways, her situation. It was time she understood more.

"A test," I said. "Almost everything that happens within the first day of your life here is either aimed at letting you adjust to your new situation or allowing me to discover more about you. In this case, I wished to know how you would react when another was accused of your own fault. You showed you are not martyr enough to contradict my decision at first. Yet now you show you have the honesty and curiosity to seek understanding, even if that meant I would punish you instead."

For a moment I enjoyed her ministrations and thought about the rest of what she had said.

"You are wrong about pain, though not so wrong as many would believe. Pain, applied to the right extent, with the right frequency, will break anyone. You are no different. However, my few examinations of your pain response demonstrate that it is hardly the best way to proceed with you. As you say, threat of sufficient pain will control your actions - and thus I let you know the consequence of any misbehavior such as had you removed the balls within you. But to break you with pain would require truly breaking you... and that would necessitate piecing you back together into something useful, a long and pointless process whenthere are other ways. No, you have demonstrated a better way of controlling you."

I flicked the switch on the remote control to off. The balls within her stopped their semi-painful, semi-erotic vibration and lay still. I heard her gasp, felt her grip tighten on me until I removed her hand.

"Pleasure, slave. You seek pleasure and its introduction and withholding can break you more rapidly and more thoroughly than pain, without destroying those parts of you that are useful. Think about it, if someone had told you even yesterday that today you would readily follow an instruction to masturbate a man you disliked or even hated, would you have believed them? It wasn't pain that got you there, it was pleasure. I can offer, and withhold as much of that as I see fit. And believe me, these balls are but one form of what you will experience."

I heard footsteps running up the stairs and along the hall. Within seconds, Watergirl reentered the room carrying the whip. She knelt on the floor with her head bowed and silently proffered it to my new slave.

"Take it," I said and when she did I ordered Watergirl to lean against the full length mirror set into the door.

"One stripe," I reminded my slave. "Watergirl is different to you, she both fears and enjoys pain. Watch how she responds. Then you will both dress me."

I stood from the bath and pulled the plug, watching as the warm air began to dry me.

 

[lynn_bb]

I listened while he explained to me his purpose and shuddered slightly as I slowly realized that he knew that most of my greatest fears are sexually oriented, although I was also sure that he didnot know which ones I dreaded the most. He, of course was right about pain, enough of it will break anyone. Yet, I believe he was also aware of it's limitations, that it also took aware the spirit that makes an individual interesting, both in general and sexually.

I signed in relief when he turned off the balls embedded deep in me. Then he almost gently removed my hand from his cock and looked curiously at me as the woman returned with the whip. He took it from her and told me to apply one lash.

The woman leaned against the wall, her naked back presenting its self for the whip. I couldn't bring myself to use any force and proceeded to hit her with only half a swing. She jumped more in surprize than pain as I dropped the whip to the floor. I could see her trembling as she held her position, afraid of the wraith of her master because of what I had done.

I didn't look at him as I turned and picked up his clothes and started to dress him.

 

[BadForm]

Dr. Long

Watergirl was trembling as she joined my new slave in dressing me. I heard her sniffle briefly as she pulled up my trousers and, glancing down, I saw her wipe her hand across her eyes. My new slave had thought she was doing Watergirl a favor in reducing the punishment, but I knew my slaves well. Pain was not the punishment she assumed it to be. This would be an object lesson.

"Watergirl, what did you think of your punishment?"

She frowned at the question but barely hesitated a second before answering.

"It was weak."

I nodded and fastened the cuffs of my shirt as my new slave finished fastening it. "Be more specific. Tell me exactly how you feel about it?"

That caused a flicker in her voice. Admitting her feelings to a new slave was something she still found shameful. "D-disappointed. I barely felt it. There was no heat, no pain, no pleasure."

"You did well," I said. "And you have earned a reward - a small one, but nevertheless a reward."

I stepped away from my slaves and directed my new one to stand still and hold out her hands for Watergirl. Then I had Watergirl bend over and look into my new slave's eyes. With that I stepped back behind watergirl and picked up the whip.

"Watch her," I directed to my new slave. "And learn. Every slave has their own button, their own fear and their own pleasure."

The whip curled down in a vicious line, cutting across Watergirl's soft buttocks. The line shone across her white flesh. She screamed and I saw her fingers grip my new slave's hands tightly enough to make her flinch. Yet I also knew that within seconds she would be smiling.

"For you it is sex."

The whip curled around Watergirl's thighs and flicked against the soft inner flesh of her legs.

"For Watergirl it is pain."

I lay three more lashes between the first too, nicely reddening the lower half of her buttocks. Each time she bucked and cried out.

"Some have been harder to find, but I always have."

Four more lashes criss-crossed the first five, making Watergirl breathe raggedly in tortured ecstasy.

"And far from being a harsh master, when I choose to, I reward my slaves."

The final blow was aimed between Watergirls legs, swinging upward to curve under her belly. The lips of her vagina parted in welcome as the whip curled through them and up to her strike her breast. She fell to the floor, clutching her bruised sex and wept and cried out in what at first seemed a pitiful manner. I let her have a minute before I commanded her to stop touching herself. Then I ordered her to show her hand to my new slave.

Blushing she knelt up and held out a set of sticky, glistening fingers for inspection.

"Everyone has their buttons," I repeated. "Do you truly not realize how thoroughly I will search out yours?"

 

[lynn_bb]

I wasn't sure what his reaction to my "punishment " of the girl would be and was surprized when he asked the woman what she thought of my decision. The answer was bizarre and I realized that she was a true pain freak.

The questions and answers continued until he made her assume a bent over position and take my hands. I was puzzled for a second and then saw him swing a powerful stroke across her back. She cried out in pain after each stroke, never releasing my hands until the last one was placed between her legs and she crumbled in tears to the floor. I stood there repulsed by what just happened, but afraid to move.

"Look at her", he commanded and as I did I could hardly believe what I was seeing. The woman was rubbing her sex and at his command stood back up and grasped my hands again. I jerked away from her when I felt the stickey wetness of her excitement on her hands. I couldn't stop myself before I said, "You're both sick."

I stopped short and stumbled with my next sentence. Fearful that I had said too much. I looked at the woman and whispered loud enough so both could hear---"Um, please, Um forgive me for what I just said."

 

[BadForm]

For long seconds I just watched her. I provided the space for her own imagination to people with imagined tortures that might await her. Only when I was certain of her level of fear did I allow myself a laugh.

"Sick? Yes, I suppose to your puritan upbringing, your middle-class values, we are. Now step outside yourself and ask me - is it sick to give yourself to what pleases you? Watergirl enjoys pain, is she sick for accepting it? She is not causing any harm to anyone and in living here she receives the pain she wants without risk of being raped and murdered on the streets. It is our unlived and uncontrolled lusts that are dangerous and sick."

I reached out and caressed my new slaves cheek, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. "Too much for your frigid mind to understand so far I assume. In time you will learn. Now, it is time for luncheon and I know you are hungry."

As if in answer, her stomach growled. She could, of course, choose to eat but I imagined the pain would be increasing to an extent that would make that unpleasant for her. I led her downstairs and took my place at a table. She made to join me until I shook my head.

"You have experienced part of the duties of a maid, now it is time you learned the duties of a cook. The meal is prepared, all you must do is serve me. You should bring yourself a plate as well. It is time you ate."

I pointed her to the kitchen and wondered whether the chef would take his chance to grope her. He would know better than to go to full sex with a slave who was as yet unplaced in the kitchen, but touching was fully allowed to the servants. Patiently I waited for her to return.

 

[lynn_bb]

I stood in front of him, eyes down awaiting the results of my stupid uttering. I breathed a sigh of relief when all he did was lecture me on the woman's "sickness" and how I was far off the mark in classifying them as sick.

In spite of myself I shuddered when he reached out and touched my cheek. He continued speaking and finally suggested that we eat lunch. I was very hunger and looked forward to the meal. Once in the dining room I started to sit down, but he told me to serve him before I ate. I glared at him as I turned and entered the kitchen to get our plates.

The cook was a huge black man, his face sweaty as he stood over the stove and looked up as I entered. I was raised in the south and my old fears of black men came back as he stared at me.I didn't know what to do so I asked him if he could prepare two plates. He told me to get two plates out of the cabinet behind me.

As I turned to get the plates I felt his hands touch me. One hand went to my hips as the other cupped my left breast. I whirled in outrage and slapped him as hard as I could. He just laughed as his huge bulk forced me against the counter. Ignoring my failing hands he exposed my breasts and lowered his lips to my nipple. I screamed for help and he raised his head and smiled. "Just enjoy lady, ain't no help here", he said and then lowered his mouth back to my breast. I moaned in outrage as his tongue flicked the nub back and forth, forcing it to stiffen. I continued to hit at him, but seeing it had no effect I dropped my hands and sobbed softly as he switched breasts. The nipple that he left was wet from his sucking and became rock hard as the cool air hit it. The obscene ordeal went on until he released me and went back to prepare the plates

My eyes were puffy as I picked up the plates a turned to go back to the dining room. The cook half swung his hand and it contacted my ass cheek, just as I started through the door. I tried to avoid the hand and slipped, falling in front of the dining room table and spilling the food on the carpet. Devastated, I sobbed, "Please, please keep him away from me"

 

[BadForm]

Dr. Long

I watched as she reentered the room and saw how dishevilled she was. Obviously, my chef had decided to enjoy himself and she had chosen not to go with her body's reactions of pleasure to his touch. Then I saw her leap forwards as my chefs hand appeared briefly behind her. The plates cascaded to the floor, food spilled everywhere. And she, instead of accepting the fault she had shown, tried to demand I keep my chef's hands off her.

I stood, pushing my chair back so suddenly it fell over with a thump. She turned to me, startled, as I strode over to her. I allowed my anger to show on my face now, changing from the placid commands I had given before.

"How dare you demand ANYTHING of me? Especially after you so casually tossed my food onto the floor? You are a slave, a body, a tool. Your purpose is to do as you are told, not to object when I or my servants choose to take their pleasure in you. Listen to your body, not your upbringing. You liked it. I can see from here that your nipple is erect. You liked it, but whether you did or not, you had no right to object."

I reached down and grabbed her by the hair, turning her face towards me.

"Clean this up!"

I let go and she made to stand but I pushed her to the floor.

"With your mouth, fool. This just became your lunch. Just be thankful that I have my carpets kept clean."

I placed a foot on the back of her neck for a second in warning.

"Don't struggle against this. You have already earned one punishment. If you dine well, and thankfully..." I thought about what would truly upset her now. "... and if you make full amends to my chef, then I will at least ensure the punishment is not entirely unpleasant."

I removed my foot and stood back waiting.

 

[lynn_bb]

I slumped on the floor still stunned, not only by the black cook's liberty with my body, but now with the reaction of the Doctor. I tried to tell him that it was not my fault and that he had no right to grope me that way.

Instead of helping me he grasped my hair, causing me to yelp in pain, turned my head to him and again told me of my position or rather lack of it and that I must clean the mess up. When he told me that I liked it, that my nipple was hard, I tearfully whispered that I didn't enjoy it and almost like a teenager caught making out with her boyfriend I tried to explain that the cool air caused the nub to harden.

Resigned, I started to get up, but he quickly told me to clean it up with my mouth and for added reinforcement placed his foot on my neck, forcing my head to the floor.

I was about to resist when he told me of the fact that I had earned the coming punishment and the tone of his voice sent chills up and down my spine, warning me that I had said enough. I almost paniced when he got to the point about making full amends to the cook. I couldn't help the vision in my head and sobbed as I pictured my body being groped or worst by a--a black man.

Even though I detested the fact of having to eat like a dog, I was famished. Swallowing my pride and closing my eyes I proceeded to eat what I could off the carpet It took several minutes and soon I was full if some what nausious from what I had just done. I cleaned the food and dinnerware up the best I could and then sat there, dreading what was coming.

 

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Dr. Long

She ate with the determination of the hungry and the distaste of the newborn slave. She did well, though not as well as she would do after a few days or weeks of continued training. She ate much of the food and raised hardly an objection. When she could eat no more, I was pleased with the speed at which she had continued to clean with her hands. Of course, I had not told her to use anything but her mouth, but for now I would let that go.

As she worked I rang a bell to summon my chef, Jean-Paul. He arrived quickly, fully aware of what waited for him. He was a handsome man, ebon skinned and tall. He still retained a little of his French accent although his phrasing was fully American now. As she finished cleaning he stood behind her and waited. It took her several seconds of sitting there to realize the chef had returned.

"Jean-Paul, my slave wishes to apologize for how badly she treated you and for causing more work for your staff in preparing another meal."

He nodded silently and turned to face her, waiting for her to begin.

"Slave, it is time for you make amends. I will judge, by how well you do so, exactly how you will be punished for your disgraceful behavior."

I knew without looking that Jean-Paul would be erect, eager for her touch, her suckling. He knew, of course, that unless and until she chose to or was placed under his command as a kitchen slave that he could not use either her anus or her vagina, but anything else he cared to demand was his. Then again, I could only hope that my slave now knew enough to satisfy him without his demand.

 

[lynn_bb]

My eyes closed in dread and my body trembling, I sensed the black chef standing behind me. The voice of the Doctor shook me out of my stuper and I heard the words I knew were coming.

"I shouldn't have to apologize", I thought to myself. "He groped me and ----". My thought was cut short by a stern voice which prodded me. Meekly I turned on my knees to face the black man. I glanced up at him and saw that he was smirking, his hands on his hips. I dropped my eyes and softly said, "I'm sorry about the food."

The Doctor's voice cracked like a whip as he said, "Jean-Paul expects more than that and I'm sure you can do better."

I took a deep breath and looked up at him. I gasped as I saw his hand slowly rubbing his huge erection and realized what they expected me to do. Tears formed in my eyes as I turned my face away from him. I looked at the Doctor and begged him in a low whisper, "Please, I can't do this. Please, he's black!"

 

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Dr. Long

"That was a mistake."

My voice was quiet, my breathing shallow, my posture relaxed, but my eyes narrow. I knew that only when Jean-Paul lay a hand on my shoulder. He was one of only three servants who had been working with me so long as to know that such a calm posture signalled I was about to explode.

"She... is new," he said.

I turned to look at him and blinked in surprise. He was a black European immigrant, he had been insulted by a white American over who he held power, and now he was willing to stand up to me, his employer and friend in defence of her. It was that that saved him from my strike... and her.

"I do not have racist staff, Jean-Paul, let alone racist slaves."

"She is new."

"I don't care, Jean-Paul, she will die for that! She's going into the arena tonight!"

He bowed at the neck in an attempt to placate me. "Dr. Long, she there is another way."

"What?"

"I will arrange for every servant and slave you have who is black, asian, latino, or other minority to be ready tomorrow. She will be made to serve us all, to do everything we wish. By then she will have chosen her placement and will be free game for the servant she serves under. Letting her serve us all first will show her that she can and will give pleasure to a black man, or anyone else."

I looked down at her and slowly smiled. "Very good, Jean-Paul. And after such a good idea I am sure this worthless slave will want to thank you for saving her life. You may do whatever you want with her. For you, I will remove the normal restriction of not using her vagina or anus on the first night. You may sample her before even I do."

I knelt beside her for a second and looked sternly into her face.

"I suggest that you remove that dress and offer yourself to him. No, don't argue. If you don't serve him... if you don't please him I promise you that you WILL fight in the arena tonight and I will put you against more than one fighter."

 

[lynn_bb]

I knew from the redness of his face that I had seriously overstepped my bounds. Even though he remained calm I saw the black man step beside him and put his hand on the Doctor's shoulder. I looked away as they talked. I heard the word arena and I cringed, knowing that my life would be short and painful. I heard the chef mention another way and I breathed a small sigh of relief, at least until I heard what the other way was.

His words cut through me. All the minority men - serve them. I started to sob uncontrollably as he continued. "Can and will give pleasure to black men." Where I grew up one of the biggest taboos was a black man and a white woman and the very thought of one touching me sent me into deep depression.

I heard the Doctor's voice as he spoke to Jean-Paul and I gasped in shock and disbelief as he told him that he could have any part of me. He knelt down and took my chin and commanded me to take my dress off. I begged him not to do this, but he cut me off. He then took my arm and roughly pulled me up to a standing position. I stood there shaking as he again threatened me with certain death in the arena if I didn't cooperate.

My hands trembled so badly that I could barely unbutton my dress. After several tries and a swat across my rear I finally slipped out of the material and it slid to the floor around my feet.. In a few more seconds I stood before them completely naked. My head hung down, tears dripping off my chin as I realized that I was about to be raped.

 

[BadForm]

Dr. Long

I wait for a moment, hoping she will pull herself together enough to do as she was told. It doesn't happen.

"You haven't asked him to take you," I prompt.

Before she can respond, Jean-Paul steps forward. He grabs her shoulders and pushes her down with her back over the table.

"No, sir, Dr. Long, sir. If'n this white lady don' want to ask me, sir, tha's ok wit' me."

His speech, his mannerisms, they are the stereotype of black plantation slavery. It almost makes me laugh coming from someone as intelligent and highly educated as Jean-Paul. I understand what he's doing though, making her situation even more degrading, even more disempowering. If she is racist, as she has shown, this stereotype will be her worst horror.

He reaches down with his free hand to unfasten his trousers and lets them fall about his waist. There is one stereotype of the black male Jean-Paul cannot comply with though - his cock is just 7 inches long, hardly shameful but not the ridiculous overhang white supremacists lie about.

He clamps a hand about my slaves neck to hold her down and moves foward, pushing into her dry vagina without warning. I see from the look on his face it even makes him sore to enter someone so unready. I can only guess how much it hurt her. Not, I consider after her racist remark, half-way to being enough.

He leaned over towards her face and planted a kiss on her lips. She struggled away from it, bucking as hard as she could as he began to move in her. He leaned over towards her ear and spoke softly.

"You owe me your life. I suggest you make sure I enjoy this or I will make sure tomorrow is so bad you'll pray for the arena instead."

 

[lynn_bb]

I stood there trembling, tears in my eyes, as I heard the white man tell me I hadn't asked the black to take me. I just couldn't and my body was racked with heavier sobs as I realized the helplessness of my situation.

Through my tears I saw the black move beside the Doctor and then with a quickness that belies his bulk placed both hands on my shoulders and roughly pushed me on my back across the table, my legs almost hanging off the edge. He moved one hand to my throat as his other loosened his pants.

I know it seems crazy, but he talked to me like a slave out of an old south movie, mocking me and making the reality of my rape more horrible. I tried to squirm away when he used his hips to wedge himself between my legs, but he tightened the grip on my throat and I quit struggling. I could barely breath when suddenly he flexed his hips and I screamed in pain as he forced his entire cock deep inside of me. Trapped under his massive body I could do nothing but, grimace in pain and try to push him away. My ebbing strength was no match for his as he slowly pulls almost entirely out of me and then plunges deep back inside my body.

I closed my eyes and layed there passively as he begin to move more quickly in and out of my battered vagina. My eyes flew open as I felt his wet lips on mine and I renewed my effort to move and buck my body, desperately trying to dislodge him. Somehow the kiss was almost more of a violation of my body than his cock pistoning in and out of me. I turned my head away, breaking his kiss. I felt him lower his head and lick his tongue over my neck. He continued up to my ear and began to whisper. He reminded me that I owned him my life and I had to make him enjoy it or else.

I couldn't stop it anyway so I quit trying to move and lay there as he rutted in my sore passageway. It went only for what seemed like forever when suddenly I felt him speed up and heard a grunt come from his throat. Using the mocking slave voice, he annouced that he was going to fill me.

My eyes flew open and I suddenly thought of my birth contol pills and the fact that I hadn't taken one in the several days since I was kidnapped. "NOOOOOOO", I screamed and fought like a mad woman as I realized I was in my fertile period and the horror of being impregnated by a black man struck home. "Please don't - don't cum in me! I don't want a black baby" I begged through my tears as I fought as hard as I could, hard enough so the Doctor had to hold my shoulders down as Jean-Paul pumped his cock deep in me. I felt the black's body stiffen as he pushed deep in me, grabbed my hips and held himself deep as he came. I felt his cock contract as his seed filled me.

He had four or five contractions and I knew that I was ruined as his body collapsed on top of mine. After several minute he pushed himself up and I felt his cock pull out of me, letting some of his sperm leak out and moisten the inside of my upper thigh. I rolled over as he got off of me and sobbed in dispair.