Slave Training (Closed for Yeishia)

[LucianDevine]

"Damn it all..."

Devon cursed aloud as he paced around the circular room he had been brought to, or rather, forced into.

"Stupid bastards."

It had been his parents' fault, all their fault. They hadn't wanted a kid, yet they had kept him anyway. Devon's parents hadn't exactly been abusive, but they were far from what you would call affectionate. They had always done exactly as little as they could legally get away with, while being able to do their own thing. It had been like that up until his eighteenth birthday. Then, everything changed.

His eighteenth birthday had only been a week ago, yet here he was. They had offered to let him drink with them, in the privacy of their own home. In truth he should have suspected something then, should have known something was up. The night had started innocently enough, just a few beers, but then they started to bring out the liquor . At that point, he had lost most of his inhibitions, so he didn't give a second thought to his actions as he took shot after shot. He had passed out in the end...but not before he made the biggest mistake of his short life. While he was drunk, his parents had asked him to sign something, and he had done it, not knowing what it was. How could he possibly have known that was signing his life away.

Even now, he hadn't been allowed to reread the print on the contract he had signed. All he knew, was that he had been old enough to do it, and had then unknowingly done it.

Devon was still pacing circles around the small room when he heard the lock on the door open. He turned to it as it opened, watching a woman enter.

"Who the hell are you, and what the hell do you want?" He asked, not bothering to hide the anger and contempt in his voice.

 

[yeishia]

I watched from another room courtesy of a closed circuit camera, quite the mouth this one had it had on it, he certainly didn’t seem pleased by the predicament in which he found himself. Still he was young he would adapt!

At this point perhaps I should explain who I am giving you a detailed description of my seductive charms, pad out this story with lurid seductive language. That would be too easy now wouldn't it? I want to you picture me in your mind’s eye as I become your fantasy much in the same way as I will become his soon enough. Both you and he will be drawn into my web.

I turn saucily and look at you the voyeur of this story my eyes drinking you in as I slowly I lower the zipper of my supple leather jacket. Taking your hand I place it inside allowing my ripe firm breast to fill it to perfection knowing my large scalding nipple will be like a fiery brand pressed into your palm. My other hand snakes out to grasp the back of your head bringing your face forcibly to mine. Breath to breath; mine inhaling yours as I begin to suck none too gently on your lower lip before I claim your mouth as mine. Finished, my hand still in your hair roughly I force your head in the direction of the monitor once more and together we watch young Devon pace.

“He’s a wild one.” I tell you chucking. “He is mine to do with as I will, all bought and paid for!”

I can smell your arousal and am relishing the fact you will have to turn the pages of this story if you want to fuel it more. I push you down into your chair, whereupon steel bonds immediately snap around your wrists and ankles. Leaning over so that you get the full benefit of my charms as I lick salaciously along your jawline my tongue hot and wet my eyes smiling wickedly into yours I speak again, “you are what are termed a captive audience. Watch carefully; learn… it could be your turn next.”

Cackling like one demented I leave the room the door clicking with finality behind me.

* * *​

She slipped inside the circular chamber followed by two of her trusted minions, Mutt and Jeff, huge hulking men who were quite agile dispute their muscular bodies.

"Who the hell are you, and what the hell do you want?" He asked, not bothering to hide the anger and contempt in his voice.

“All you need to know for now is that you are mine. I have your signature on a legal document.”

Snapping her fingers she bade her boys restrain him watching with interest as he fought them like a wild man, she leaned against the doorjamb feigning nonchalance as he was manhandled into a pair of heavy cuffs suspended from the ceiling in the center of the room; his resistance both delighted and aroused her. Finally, his ankles were similarly restrained spread apart and held by equally strong cuffs which were imbedded into the rough stone floor. Both sets of steel cuffs allowed him a small amount of wiggle room, his owner enjoyed seeing her victim’s squirm and plan thinking they just might be able to free themselves. Fun for later as she watched him plot.

“Boys I shall require him naked I would like to see what my hard earned money has bought me, feel free to take your time.” The incredibly handsome woman barking out her orders wondered how he would react to having to endure the meaty touch of her two leering Neanderthals as they amused themselves at his expense, she had been lead to believe he was heterosexual but one never could tell.

Taking their time they did indeed, running their calloused fingers over his skin as they revealed it pinching tender flesh here, probing an orifice there; she knew Mutt would dearly like to fuck this one in his well-formed asshole should she allow it. His huge throbbing bulge was blatantly obvious by the time Devon finally stood naked bathed in a sheen of sweat brought on by the extent of his attempts to thwart their efforts; that and the over use of his foul tongue which had continued to spew filth at every turn.

“Cease babbling like an overgrown adolescent or I shall have you gagged with this.” The huge unpleasant ball gag she unhooked from her belt had the desired effect; silence ensued in the room broken only by his ragged breathing. ”When I want you to speak I will tell you otherwise keep your mouth shut. There will be time for questions later should you earn the privilege.” She moved closer and removed a syringe from the bag she carried and without ceremony jabbed it into his upper thigh. “This is just some vitamins and a little something for your hangover, nothing to be concerned about.” Of course the syringe contained a little cocktail her chemist had thought up; an anti-depressant, a muscle relaxant and a little special something to aid in his future compliance.

His captor moved slowly around him inspecting her purchase well pleased, he was a feast for the eyes well-proportioned in all the right places. She lifted his cock and hefted his heavy balls “Nice, once I've had fun training you I'll have lots of options, if all else fails I can sell you for breeding."

Gripping his chin she forced his eyes to meet hers. “You are mine I own you all of you. From this point forward every privilege will be earned; food, water, clothing, even the right to speak. Everything in your world will be dictated by me. You will breathe because it is my will.”

Saying nothing more she returned to the door and opened it barking out a last order. “Mutt, Jeff, build cage around him.” When completed the steel cage would reach from floor to ceiling about 6 feet square encompassing most of the small room with just enough spare to walk comfortably around it. “When you’re done don’t cut him down a night in his cuffs might help his disposition some.”

“Sweet dreams Devon.”

And she was gone.

* * *​

I thought to let you read on in peace but as I left the room I was hornier than hell. I have needs like everyone else. What the hell perhaps a small stop to see if you are enjoying the story so far.

Hiking up my leather skirt I straddle your captive hand allowing suddenly eager fingers access to my sopping cunt. “Feel how wet I am.” I purr into your ear. Enthusiastically I frig myself on the fingers which are lewdly stuck in my tight opening.

Life was good and I was well pleased with my new acquisition and of course the avid reader I was about to cum all over.…

 

[LucianDevine]

Devon heard the woman speak, and even though he wasn't generally prone to violence, he would have loved nothing more than to slap that confident look off her face. the two large men behind her though, gave him pause. All that reluctance went out the window when she snapped her fingers and the men surged forward. Devon was outnumbered and outmatched, but that didn't stop him from fighting for all he was worth. He through as many fists, elbows, knees, and even kicks at the men, hopefully leaving lasting marks. When it was all said and done though, his efforts were, for the most part in vain. He found his hands and feet bound in shackles that he could never break. To add to it, he was also getting tired. One didn't usually think to conserve energy when they could literally be fighting for their life. Through the whole of the struggle, Devon's mouth was erupting with a stream of obscenities that even a sailor might have blushed.

Unfortunately for Devon, his situation got worse when the woman spoke, something he figured would continue to happen. the mentioning of her requiring him naked at their hands gave him a renewed burst of energy. Had it only been one of them, he might have been able to fight them off. As it were though, every motion he made to stop one, twisting here, or jerking back there, only left him at the mercy of the other. Though truly, mercy was a stretch of a word. These men accomplished their task, but they'd followed her direction and taken their time. They tormented his untouched skin with pinches, probes, and fondling of their hard and calloused hands.

Even when the ordeal was finally done with, and Devon was close to spent from his struggles, Devon's situation didn't improve. No sooner did the woman open her mouth, than things got even worse. He swallowed hard at her words, letting his eyes settle on the large and generally unpleasant looking ball gag in her hand. It was the sight of that, more so even than her words, that finally silenced him. Despite his fatigue though, his green eyes glared hatred at the woman as she stepped closer. It flitted briefly from her to her goons, thoughts of what he could do to her while she was this close filling his mind. Unfortunately, the lapse in concentration caused him to fail to notice her pull the syringe out until she jabbed it into his thigh. His leg jerked upwards then, trying to kick her, but a quick reaction from one of the goons halted it.

His head turned as the woman circled him, and only the threat of the men and the gag forced him to remain still as she reached between his legs and took his cock in her hand. He fought back a moan as his virgin cock, which would be a solid eight inches long and an inch and a half thick, when it was fully aroused, was touched by her, and barely managed to hold in another one when she lifted his heavy balls. Despite it though, his entire body quaked as he felt his body responding to her closeness and touch. As much as he hated her for it, he couldn't control his body at the sight and feel of this admittedly beautiful, if evil woman. Devon felt the woman reach for his chin, and he struggled against her hold, but finally let her pull his gaze to meet hers. there was still pure hatred reflected in his green orbs, and it was only the previous threat about the ball gag that kept him silent. He didn't even give her the respect of a response, not a verbal one anyway. he let his hate-filled gaze speak for him.

Even when the woman finally left him, she left him a final gift in the form of a giant steel cage. No sooner was she out the room though, than he was struggling against his chains, a renewed storm of obscenities streaming from him, even knowing that they were in pain. In the midst of them, he screamed his promises of revenge to the bitch, and his mind was already plotting what he would do with her if he EVER got chance!

As much as Devon truly hated everything about this place, eventually his fatigue did catch up with him, It was very hard for him to fall asleep with the chains, especially since he was shivering from the coldness of being naked, but he eventually did manage it. He didn't know what he would wake up to, but he prayed that things wouldn't get worse for him, if that was even possible.