Sold and Bought

[RainingHeat]

Greetings
This will be a Closed Thread for myself and my chosen co-writer. I am looking for a very detailed writer, one who will put a great deal of thought into a post. You do not have to post daily, every couple would be fine.

I want a character that is very Dominant, Intelligent, Brutal when need be, Seductive, Dark, who seeks to enslave not just the body, but the mind and more importantly, the soul, of His slave.

I would ask that you submit your character to me in writing in my PMs, and we can talk. I have no plans on where this story will go other than the beginning, so please have some ideas on this as well.

I look forward to speaking with perspective writers

THANKS
Rain

This story is now CLOSED for Marauder13 and RainingHeat​

Sold... and Bought.....

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She hung there, in the dark, the foul stench in the air was almost sickening. She was not alone, around her, chained as she was, were several other females. Arms hiked over their heads, cuffs biting into their wrists, suspended from the hooks overhead, hooks meant for just this kind of thing. Ankles parted, chained to each side, leaving each one open, legs spread wide and vunerable. She was as naked as the rest of them, bared for eyes to gaze upon, for hands to touch.

They came from different backgrounds, some poor, others rich, some had run away from families who loved them, wanting to get out of such a suffocating environment, others were sold by their families, sold for a large amount of money. It was apparent that in some cases money was worth more than blood. None, in reality, were here willingly. None wished to be chained, on display, and sold, like so much cattle, like so much meat.

Their ages were anywhere from 18 to 22. That was the prime age. That, was the ideal age. Girls at 18 were an especially wanted commodity, a desired commodity, at least in this trade. Nine was at that prime age!

She no longer had a name. She had, at one point, before she had been sold by her grandfather. What had that name been? Her mind struggling to remember. Sally? No, that wasn't it. Stacey? No, still not it. Sandy? Tears rolled down her cheeks. She wanted to remember her name. What had her name been, dammit!!!

But try as she might, who she had been before this would not come to her. She had been here already far too long.

She had once been called Sara, if she could have remembered that. Now she was called by only by a number. A simple number. Hers was Nine. She was number Nine. That was her name.

The door swung open, along with several windows that lined the dark room. A fresh breath of air was allowed to flow thru. The light shone, illuminating the several girls that occupied this particular stable. There were a couple of blondes, actually more than a couple. Blondes were in high demand. A couple of the girls had dark chestnut brown hair, and red was another highly desireable color. Lastly there was she and a couple of others, both with manes of midnight black. Altogether, in this stable, there were 12 girls. Numbered 1-12. Other rooms had more, some less.

The Men filed in. It was always a horror show when they did. They stared, some cursed, others said lewd, disgusting things. And always, always they touched, fondling a bared breast, pinching a nipple, hands groped backsides, fingers testing for tightness of asses, wetness of cunts, testing for the girl's level of arousal. For some, it was just a way to get off, get a cheap feel, altho just to get in here, was not cheap. An entrance fee had been paid. Sometimes, one would lean in for a deep kiss, tongue violating her lips, or to suckle a nipple, tasting, nipping, garnering a response from the helpless girl, a moan, a cry, a begging (if ungagged) to stop, or maybe to continue. That was allowed. But that was it. If one wanted to go further, you either purchased the girl for yourself, or you purchased a trial period, where the slave girl, and the Buyer, would be taken to a private room for upwards of an hour. If the girl had been deemed a virgin, intercourse was not allowed, but most anything else was, including oral. IF the girl were already broken, than intercourse was indeed allowed and encouraged.

Some Men liked a girl already broken in. Some wanted only virgins.

Often, Pairs or Groups of Men would purchase a girl, after trying her out for the hour. She would become the pet of such a Group. Most of the Men were married, the wives never knew. Most of those girls lead miserable lives, used only for sex, and often at parties or gatherings, where she was mounted and used by many Men.

It was not pretty.

This was not the first time Nine, with her long black mane and and matching midnight eyes, was offered. She was a beauty, with supple untouched skin, breasts a bit larger than a handful, curved, tipped with dark nipples.

Those dark eyes scanned the line of Men filing in, she trying to stop her trembling, and keep the sneer off her face. She had yet to be chosen, even tho she had been certified as virginal, having been deemed a bit of a handful. The Handlers often stirred more inexperienced Masters away from Nine, knowing she would easily obtain the upper hand. She needed a strong hand, a very Dominant Master to handle her. That usually meant one of the more brutal, vicious Men who purchased slaves from this particular stable. One happened to have taken a shine to a pretty little blonde in the "stall" just before hers, and even now, was anally raping her while she screamed, the sound of his hand smacking her ass echoing. She heard the jeers of some of the other Men, goading him on

It was not pretty, it was never pretty, but it was how business in this world was done.


Nine:

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[marauder13]

The Bently rolled to a stop outside the warehouse building. He was surprised to see a collection of miscellaneous high end cars parked in the area. The simple, elegant sign stating "Richmond's Prestige Imports & Luxuries" made it clear that the clients were all people with the money to afford the finer things in life.

Archibald Reynolds was one of those people. He came from old money, but used it to build a more substantial wealth that weathered the numerous financial storms that struck in recent times. It also allowed him to pursue those pass times and hobbies that caught his attention with the passion and attention to detail he preferred to bring to such endeavours.

Due to his upbringing, he was aware that certain practices of old were still practiced, though in a slightly different manner. When he was old enough to start frequenting the proper clubs, he had longed to have a woman of his own who would serve his every need, want and desire. He learned all he could, first hand, then found the proper place to live where he would keep her. Now, all was in readiness. All he needed was the woman herself.

Archibald eased himself out of his car, walking to the front door of the business he spent three years tracking down, and proving his worth. There were people to meet, background checks to be run. Waiting periods, tests and all manner of obstacles to determine whether he was serious about this activity. He did everything required of him, as he was warned that the owners were very discerning about their potential clients.

The doors automatically opened before he was close enough, disgorging a group of satisfied men. They all had the similar air about them of those who had money or position and were used to getting whatever they wanted. Apart from that, there was little else in common apart from their gender. Archibald remained back from the door, observing them as they passed. Some of them were making lewd comments about one woman that had been anally violated, laughing at the manner in which she screamed in pain at her abuse. Once the door way was clear, he entered the foyer, shaking his head ever so slightly at the antics of the uncouth louts that had just left.

The foyer was exactly what the sign predicted; simple, elegant and functional. Plus, there was a woman waiting for him in a rather expensive business dress that made it clear that the wearer was a fully figured woman.

"Mister Reynolds?"

Archibald noted the upper class British accent and flawless annunciation with a great deal of pleasure. Her pale skin was framed by a full length gentle waves of chestnut brown hair. She was a mature age, but still full of the beauty of her youth, tempered by the addition of life.

"Yes, and would I have the pleasure of speaking to Miss Mornington?"

Her smile was warm as she nodded her response. "Please, if you would follow me, we can discuss your desires."

Archibald simply fell into step a fraction behind her side as she led him to her office. Apart from the standard desk with all the necessities of a modern executive, there were a few comfortable sofa chairs, a coffee table and a drinks cabinet.

"May I offer you anything to drink?"

"Thank you, but I remain sober during any business transactions." He sat down on one of the single chairs that Mornington indicated. She sat one the longer sofa, crossing her legs so she revealed more of her thigh. He caught himself in time, keeping his eyes on her face rather than giving in to the natural desire to look further down her body.

"What can we supply you with today, Mister Reynolds?"

"Someone that has not been violated, particularly by the previous group of men that just left your establishment. I don't want anything that has been broken either. I'm not a potter, Miss Mornington, more a sculptor. I don't want to push soft, malleable stuff into shape, I want to chip away at the marble until it has the desired shape."

There was the barest raising of her eyebrows before she smiled warmly. She reached into a pocket of her jacket, pulling out a small remote. With a press of a button, the lights in the room dimmed, and a projector lowered from the ceiling. She tapped the console on the remote a few times. On the wall opposite where Archibald sat, images of eight women appeared. All of them were chained to the wall, arms extended above their heads. The images showed the woman's breasts and above clearly. He looked at each in turn, focusing on their faces.

"The third from the left, second row. I would like to look at her in more detail please."

The other women disappeared, leaving just the black haired woman on the screen. She was trembling, but there was something else about her, about the way she held herself and looked about the room she was held in. She was not broken. Bent and battered maybe, but not broken. What he saw of her skin was unmarred, which spoke well of what happened to her.

"Is there somewhere she can be placed where she can move, and be see in better light?"

"We have a room where you can be with her, sample her to a degree before you buy her."

Archibald turned to look at Mornington. "Send her there. Put in food and drink that she is used to receiving, plus food and drink that is more special for her. Something that would be a treat."

Twenty minutes later, Archibald was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, two tables set up in the room each with the different types of food requested. He waited, watching the door he was told the woman he selected would be ushered through.

 

[RainingHeat]

What was not seen by any entering, or leaving for that matter, was the gathering up of the "purchases" for shipment to their new Owner's chosen location.
Several girls had been sold as the evening wore on, including the still crying blonde, Number Twelve, that had been housed next to Nine. She had the unfortunate luck of being sold the the same group of men, they numbered 6 in all, that had used her. And the girl knew it. When Nine saw her taken past her stall, the tears were still running down the girl's cheeks. She was gagged, but Nine knew the girl would be begging for mercy, begging to not have to go with those men, if she could. Nine knew the drill well. No, she herself had not been sold, but she listened, learned, and had somehow managed to get a guard or two to actually speak to her. It was against the rules, yes. But rules were made to be broken, right?

She knew the drill of one that were sold. The girl would be cleaned up, bathed, hair washed and styled, body perfumed. She would be clothed, only if the new Owner requested it, otherwise she was shipped naked. Of course, the girl was bound and gagged, silence, when outside the compound, was crucial.

Shipping was done via Limo. It seemed strange that the girls would be shipped in such style. But in reality, given the clientel that purchased from this stable, it was the most discreet way to deliver the "item". Even now, at the back entrance, a line of Limo's awaited. The girls were shipped immediately, unless special circumstances were discussed.

Given that it was near the end of the night, showing and selling wise, Nine was a bit, surprised, to say the very least when Miss Mornington, and a very burly guard, appeared. None had sampled Nine this night. None had even shown interest. That was just fine with Nine. More than likely it was because of the number of blondes for sale this particular night. Blondes were always the hottest sellers. Couple that with the fact that Nine was in the last stall. But Nine knew the real reason. She was quite the fighter, and once, when brought into a testing room with a potential Buyer, Nine had kicked him so hard in the balls that the man had to be taken out by ambulance. She has learned her lesson tho. That had been early on, and Nine did not want to suffer a beating like that again. But it had taught the Handlers a lesson too. Nine was a rare specimen. Her will had not been broken. At this moment, she was the most expensive item for sale, and offered only to specially chosen Buyers. So, again, to say that she was a bit surprised when Miss Mornington appeared, was an understatement.

"Good Evening Miss M" Nine nearly growled. She hated, HATED, Miss M. Hated her freedom. Hated her supposed dominance. Hated that she had control over the stable. Hated everything about the woman, from her dark hair often pulled up in a bun, to her fitted, and expensive suits, to the pumps she wore on her feet.

"Ah Nine, glad to see you are still filled with your usual fire" Miss M smiled, a false, evil, honey soaked smile.

"Take her to room 315" she instructed the guard.

Nine knew the burly guard well, he was often used to move Nine. He did not speak much, and nodded to Miss M's command.

The key slipped in, her arms lowered, Nine could not help but sigh in relief. The length of her ebon black hair spilling down over her back as she stood free of the wall, and with a quick shake of her head, tendrils slipping forward to dance over, and slightly obscure the curve of her bare breasts and darkened nipples. Nine still had that shred of, shame, left, she hated being paraded around naked. She was used to it, but she hated it.

A chain was wrapped about her throat. If she were ever free, Nine never wanted to see a length of chain again. Lead from the room, Nine got a look at the hustle and bustle of the stable. She could hear the water running as the sold girls were bathed and prepared. She heard the all too familiar whimperings, sobbing. All these sounds were very familiar to Nine and she could not help but sadly shake her head.

Passing one of the testing rooms, 225. Nine could hear the distinct grunts of a man, the sound of a hand slapping skin, and the accompany cries and moans of the girl. "That's right baby, take it all in, swallow me" the girl's cries were muffled as, obviously, a cock was shoved into her mouth and down her throat. Nine did not have to see it, she could see it clearly enough in her head. She had seen it too many times! And, more than likely, she would be doing exactly the same thing. Oral was more than allowed, it was encouraged. She then heard the man grunt yet again "you taste devine". That made the picture much clearer in Nine's mind, the Buyer and the slave, entwined, she swallowing his cock, while he lapped and tasted the sweetness of her pussy, the girl's urgent, yet muffled moans confirmed it for Nine.

She quivered, feeling her legs go weak for a moment.

Room 315 loomed.

The door opened, it was dark inside. The chain was slipped free and Nine was sent within, the door closing, and locking behind.

As she stepped in, bared feet padding along the cool floor, a light flickered to life, slowly illuminating her naked form. Her soft supple skin unmarked, the curve of her hip, backside, breasts in perfect proportion, the dark tips of her nipples betraying the coolness of the room. But the most striking features, her dusky pink lips and the darkness of her eyes. The light flickered again, dimming a bit. The Buyer had control to brighten, or dim the light as he chose. The camera in the corner was infrared, so even in the dark, the Handlers would be watching.

The room was, well appointed. Like a nice hotel room. There was a large bed to one side, a sofa, a large chair. Along the opposite wall, 2 tables were set, complete with food and drink. The table closest had the usual fair, vegetables, fruit, bread, and a pitcher of fresh water. That was what Nine went for first, the water, she not bothering to pour a cup full, instead just drinking from the pitcher itself. The cool water tasted heavenly, moistening dry lips and gliding down her thirsty throat. She drinking so deeply that several rivulets of cool water spilled down her chin, over the curve of her throat and down her bared chest, the coolness raising the slightest of goosebumps along her flesh.

She had not even noticed the Buyer, sitting in the corner, even tho she knew someone was in there. She glanced at the fruit and veggies spread out on the table.

" Of course, no strawberries" she quietly said, more to herself.

They never allowed her strawberries. Nine knew that was because they knew she loved strawberries.

When she noticed the 2nd table, upon which sat a large bowl of fresh, ripe strawberries, Nine knew she was in trouble.

She stepped away from the Tables, still unable to see the Buyer. She placed her back against the far wall, trying to maintain a defensive position.

"I know your there, show yourself" she said boldly. She kept hold of her trembling, and tried to reign in the wild thoughts that were racing thru her mind, thoughts of the Buyer's fingers, pinching nipples, thoughts of the Buyer's mouth on hers, thoughts of the Buyer's tongue, licking. Licking. Licking.

God Damn, why did she have to hear that other girl!!

 

[marauder13]

When the door started to open, Archibald killed the lights. He caught the vague outline of her body, back lit by the hall lighting, as she came through the door. He waited a second or two after the door was closed before he turned the lights on, dimming them so they wouldn't be too harsh on her eyes.

He took the initial moments to observe the remainder of her body. Her long ebon tresses just obscured the tips of her breasts. Her skin was all over the same shade, and apart from her wrists, were free of any significant markings. Her proportions were excellent for her height and build. He was glad to see that she was not starved thin, which was always something that annoyed him with many who kept slaves. Again, she was not the most physically attractive woman he had been shown, but she was not broken like the others. That elevated her above the others, making her far more desirable than the other seven he was shown.

She went straight to the table, lifting the jug and drinking the water in it greedily. Archibald allowed himself the pleasure of watching the rivulets of water race down her chest, wondering how nice she would taste if he licked those errant drops off her skin.

'Surely she must know that I am in here, watching her. Her guard is down. She is either very confident, very impulsive, or very foolish. I'm not sure which I'd prefer more, the first or the second.'

It was then he witnessed her head turn to see the bowl of strawberries. The jug was returned to the table with weak, shaking hands. All signs of her confidence vanished as she moved back to the wall furthest from where he sat.

"I know your there, show yourself."

Fear induced boldness echoed through the room. It appeared to him she was trying to work up her courage to face the unknown within the room. Given the quality of the previous clientele he had seen, he could not blame the young woman at all for her reactions.

Archibald eased his broad shouldered frame out of the chair, rising to his full six feet four height and proceeded to cross the room towards the frightened woman. His pace was slow, controlled and steady, deviating only to bring him close enough to grab one of the strawberries from the bowl. With the fingers on the hand holding it, he removed the greenery and let it drop into the bowl. As he closed on her, he placed the fruit in his mouth. He made a mental note to ask where Miss Mornington sourced her fruit from so he could buy from there too.

He came within arms reach of the woman, and delivered a rapid, stinging blow to her cheek with his open hand. He angled it to cause pain, but not scratch or break her skin.

"Speak more politely to me in future. You will also address me as Sir." His voice was calm, but carried authority. It was a voice used to giving direction, commands and orders. He turned and took a few paces back from her, before he turned to face her again.

"Tell me, girl, what is it that you are expecting to happen in this room?"

 

[RainingHeat]

The strike to her cheek had not been unexpected. His intimating size, was. He had to easily have been well over 6 feet tall, imposing, and very, very, male.

"Speak more politely to me in future. You will also address me as Sir."

She came so close to spitting at him, so very close. But his sheer size, and the deep command to his voice, kept her silent. Yet she was sure he saw the look of pure disgust that crossed her features, it surely lit up her eyes.

"Tell me, girl, what is it that you are expecting to happen in this room?"

That made her snort. Come on, he was a Buyer. He knew all too well what went on in these rooms. He did not have that "stupid" look in his eyes that Nine had seen in others in the past. Just because one had money, and even power, did not mean that he was smart by any means. Nine was convinced that more of them, them being the "privileged", them being the Buyers, were just plain dumb than intelligent.

It was obvious that he was an exception to that little rule that Nine had made up. A HUGE exception.

"What do I, I" she accented the I, "expect to happen? Sir?" there was a slight bit of sarcasm dripping from her lips. "What does it matter what I expect. I could expect to delight in strawberries" it was not lost on her that he, himself, had partaken of the sweetness of those berries. "I could expect to sit on the couch over there and engage in an intelligent conversation. I could expect to........." she stopped. "No, I expect nothing. I know what will happen in this room. What always happens in this room. One of two things, or perhaps even both. You will sample me, just short of fucking me, or you will beat me, to show your dominance, or, you will do both. What does it matter what I expect, or what I want. I have no say in the matter......................... Sir"

She had turned her head away, body tensing, fully expecting another, harder, strike across the cheek. Hell, she deserved it. More than likely, he would do whatever he wanted with her, short of fucking her of course, and leave her. Miss M will have her disciplined, probably using the crop, and she would be placed in solitary, again. God, she hated solitary. The crop she could deal with, and the whip. Miss M's men had no clue how to really use one anyway.

The night she had kicked the Buyer in the balls, that night, Miss M had administered the beating. That woman, that shrew, knew how to use a whip, and use it well. Nine was lucky to have any flesh left on her back and ass when she had gotten done.

Nine expected to be used. She expected this behemouth of a man to touch her, fondle her, maybe pinch or bite at her throat, her nipples. She expected he would demand her tongue, demand her to worship him. She expected he would force her to her knees, drive his hard cock down her throat, God, she hoped he were clean, and empty his seed. She expected that he may taste of her, which again, made her tremble. She expected to feel the strike of one of the many toys that were made available for testing a girl.

A Bullwhip, a Cat-o-Nine Tails, a Riding Crop, Leather restraints, hooks in the wall and ceiling for binding, chains. There were all manner of vibrators, dildoes, clamps, feathers, and other toys for the choosing. Again, all that was required was that she not be "opened" or "marked permanently". He would be subsequently charged if she were marked at all, but it was expected those marks would not mar her or effect her value for sale.

Nine knew exactly what to expect. But she was not about to favor him with the details.

 

[marauder13]

He caught her look of disgust at his reminder to her about how she would behave with him. He chose to ignore it, as it had little relevance to what he was looking for.

What followed his next question revealed a truth about her that she may not have been aware that she had revealed. She held those like him in contempt. He knew what happened in rooms like this. Girls like her would be violated by men who wanted to 'be sure' that they got the right woman for their money, even if they had to try a few before being sure.

He listened to her answer, not interrupting her as she let loose some of her venom. Her choice of the word 'could' was another telling response. He wondered if she could read his mind, or if she was closer to what he was seeking than he first thought. Her stated expectations mirrored his initial plans for her exactly. But then she answered his question properly, listing exactly what she thought would happen to her in the room. Unfortunately, her tone of voice was not proper and she needed to be reminded of the rules of conduct once again.

He waited for her to release her tension. Archibald knew that the human body could only remain tense for so long before the tension was let go. When she relaxed he lunged. He grabbed both wrists, raising them above her head and securing them in one hand. His free hand closed around her throat, constricting enough for her to feel the lack of air flow. He also carefully dropped one knee so that if she tried to kick him between the legs, her blow would be deflected.

"You seem to have forgotten where you are and who you are with. I asked you a simple question, which required a simple answer. In a polite tone of voice to, I might add. You want strawberries, then behave. You want to sit on the sofa, then show me respect. You want intelligent conversation, show me you are intelligent enough. Otherwise..."

Archibald tightened his grip about her throat until no air could pass. "I will render you barely conscious, then I will punish you." He released his grip enough to allow her to breath again, though not fully. "And I will make you wish that who ever in here punishes you had done it rather than me."

Both hands left her at once. He took two steps back, his eyes observing her face closely. This would be her moment of truth. If she was as smart as she thought she was, and he hoped she was, she would make the the right choice.

 

[RainingHeat]

Most men could not move quite that fast, Nine had thought. At least not the rich men she was so used to seeing. Being rich allowed one the opportunity to purchase "help" to do things for you. Rich men often got soft, flabby, and slow, fast.

Not this particular rich man.

She had not meant to relax. Relaxing was dangerous. Letting one's guard down, was dangerous. Nine knew better, she so knew better. But the life, the life she had NOT chosen for herself, was wearing on her. And, she did exactly that, she let her guard down. When the Buyer lunged at her, Nine was completely unprepared.

In reality, that was probably a very good thing. If she had kicked out, which is what instinct may have taken her, she was sure that Miss M would simply kill her, for sending another Buyer to the hospital, holding his balls!

It was a mere moment, barely enough for Nine to gasp, or even think of reacting, when she found herself trapped, pinned to the wall, arms raised, his hand now encircling her throat, and........... it was tightening.

"You seem to have forgotten where you are and who you are with. I asked you a simple question, which required a simple answer. In a polite tone of voice to, I might add. You want strawberries, then behave. You want to sit on the sofa, then show me respect. You want intelligent conversation, show me you are intelligent enough. Otherwise..."

Nine struggled to breathe, as he slowly, agonizingly slowly, began to restrict her access to air. Her body tensed, she closing her eyes, trying to stay alert, hell, just trying to breathe.

"I will render you barely conscious, then I will punish you."
"And I will make you wish that who ever in here punishes you had done it rather than me."

His voice carried a chill that Nine had not heard before. It cooled the room, slithering around her like a serpent. Her dark eyes open to look into his, as his grip eased just a bit. Nine drew in that life giving breath, feeling her body quiver as she did so, the motion tingling her naked breasts, the sensation flowing right down to her toes.

When he released her, it took all the strength she had to not crumble to the floor. She would not. SHE WOULD NOT, she practically yelled inside her mind. STAY ON YOUR FEET!!!

Slowly, Nine swallows, the tip of her tongue dancing out to wet her dry lips, fingertips lightly tracing her throat. One thing tho, from the moment her eyes opened, she kept his gaze, refusing to lower hers.

"I expect, " she paused, "to be used, abused, and thrown away, in this room, that is what I expect, Sir" she said, her voice soft, but not trembling. "I, no longer desire the strawberries" she continued "Respect is earned, Sir, and to engage in an intelligent conversation, both parties must indeed be, intelligent. Please forgive me Sir, but the majority of Buyers, are far from intelligent"

Oh Miss M would punish her for that one she was sure. But, Nine, for the first time in a long time, felt the need to express what she felt. This was, indeed, the first Buyer who had even deigned to speak to her as if she were intelligent and not just a dog to beg at one's feet.

"Please forgive the small fact that I did not ask for this life, and nor can I be forced to enjoy it"

Oh yeah, Miss M would be having a field day. As a matter of fact, a moment later, there was first a knock at the door, before the release of the lock was heard. Miss M appearing in the doorway.

"I truely apologize for her lack of manners" Miss M stated. "She will be duly punished. I am sure you would prefer to see another girl perhaps?" It was plain to see that Miss M was seething, literally seething, and was chomping at the bit to get to Nine. She already held in her hand a long, evil looking bullwhip.

 

[marauder13]

She surprised him remaining on her feet. She had strength of will, and some courage too. Archibald liked that in her. They were indeed qualities he admired. Such a woman would be a great treasure when she realised her lot in life, and finally accepted the full realities and embraced them. When her eyes opened, he was pleased that she looked straight at him, rather than meekly looking at the floor.

"I expect to be used, abused, and thrown away, in this room, that is what I expect, Sir. I, no longer desire the strawberries. Respect is earned, Sir, and to engage in an intelligent conversation, both parties must indeed be, intelligent. Please forgive me Sir, but the majority of Buyers, are far from intelligent."

He nodded. He showed her a grin full of warmth. "Don't deny yourself a treat when it is offered to you. You may never know when such a offer will be made again. As for respect, of course it is best to be earned, but there is little time for that to be done properly. Even if you showed respect, it would not mean that you meant it. Finally, the conversation is dependent on yourself, for I know exactly how intelligent I am. I can hold up my side of an intelligent conversation, of that there is no doubt."

"Please forgive the small fact that I did not ask for this life, and nor can I be forced to enjoy it."

Before Archibald could respond, there was a delicate knock at the door, followed by it opening to reveal Miss Mornington standing on the other side, holding a rather functional whip in her hand.

"I truly apologize for her lack of manners. She will be duly punished. I am sure you would prefer to see another girl perhaps?"

Archibald broke eye contact with the raven hair slave, turning an arctic expression towards the woman who interrupted him. "My time is not over with this one yet. Please leave." It was not a request, but a command. One that Miss Mornington subconsciously responded to before pausing with the door half way closed. Her return glance clearly informed Archibald she was not pleased with the course of events. His fixed expression said the same.

"Now, one's life is rarely the one we would have chosen, however you are correct, no one can force you to enjoy it. But only you can make you suffer through it. Take some of the strawberries, and sit on the sofa, and we shall talk about your future. I do not care about your past. You are here now, that is all that matters. Now, you can decide how much more you suffer, and how greatly."

Archibald took two more of the strawberries as he passed the bowl, sitting down on a single seat chair opposite the sofa. He relaxed into the leather bound chair, enjoying one of the fruit slowly.

"I am not normally one for revealing my intentions to a slave, but this is an exception. I will be buying you, unless you do something sufficient to change my mind in that regard. How does that make you feel, Slave? What has been going through your mind from the moment you heard my intentions? Remember, simple, straight forward answers that are honest will not see you punished, regardless of how you think I may react to them. Lie to me, or keep things from me, and I may decide to leave you here."

His sapphire eyes locked on her dark orbs as he bit his remaining strawberry in half. He was giving her a life line the likes she would never get anywhere else. 'Will she see it for it is, or will she let her fear rule her head?'

 

[RainingHeat]

He smiled.

Not a lecherous smile. Not a evil grin. Not a sneer.

He actually smiled, and it almost warmed the entire room. For a moment, what Nine saw was not a Buyer, not a Dominant, not a.... Master, the word made her sick to her stomach. For a moment, Nine saw nothing more than another human being, one on the same level as her, or perhaps it was better said, one she was on the same level with. It was only for the briefest of moments.

The knock broke that moment. Nine took a step back along the wall, her gaze leaving him to fall to the bullwhip that Miss M held. If only, if only she had just a few minutes with that whip in HER hand, Miss M the one bound for the beating. If only.

Nine felt that cold serpent's caress deep inside her as soon as the Buyer turned his gaze to Miss M. It was the first time, the very first time, that Nine had seen fear, genuine fear, and was that, was that really, submission?? SUBMISSION? in her eyes? Who was this Buyer?

The door closed with a soft click, the lock slipping back in place.

"Now, one's life is rarely the one we would have chosen, however you are correct, no one can force you to enjoy it. But only you can make you suffer through it. Take some of the strawberries, and sit on the sofa, and we shall talk about your future. I do not care about your past. You are here now, that is all that matters. Now, you can decide how much more you suffer, and how greatly."

"Now, you can decide how much more you suffer, and how greatly."

It were those words that resonated with her. Not the "suffer" part, not the "greatly" part. The "you can decide" part. Those words had not been spoken to her in what seemed like a lifetime. A lifetime of being humiliated, a lifetime of being commanded, a lifetime of being in bondage, a lifetime of enslavement!

"You can decide"

"YOU can decide"

Warily, she watched him as he passed the bowl of berries, taking several for himself, and relaxing in the leather chair opposite the sofa. He moved like a cat, a cheetah, actually. Lithe, Strong, Muscular, Quiet, and Fast. That thought scared Nine, right down to her bones.

Nine moved away from the wall, her eyes pinned on him. Her bared feet seeming to float over the cool hard floor as she made her way, first to the table with the strawberries, then to the sofa, opposite the Buyer. Again, her eyes never left him, but she was not staring straight into his gaze, she was sizing him up, effectively seeing what she was getting herself into. Not that she had a choice, really.

But he had given her a choice. He had. The first time she had been given such since, since before.

She could decide how much she would suffer. She could decide.

The words gave her an inner warmth, that for that minute, fought back that cool serpent's caress.

Still seeking modesty, even in this situation, her legs cross, almost demurely, hiding her most feminine place from his eyes. Her breasts were bared, she had no way of hiding those, but she would have to deal with that small fact. Nine couldn't really remember the last time she had been allowed anything to wear, other than a silk shift that sometimes, Buyers requested to see her in. And that hid nothing.

"You can decide"

"I am not normally one for revealing my intentions to a slave, but this is an exception. I will be buying you, unless you do something sufficient to change my mind in that regard. How does that make you feel, Slave? What has been going through your mind from the moment you heard my intentions? Remember, simple, straight forward answers that are honest will not see you punished, regardless of how you think I may react to them. Lie to me, or keep things from me, and I may decide to leave you here."

"Slave" God she hated that word.

"How does that make me feel?" Again, a question she was never asked. It never mattered how she felt.

"Powerless"

"It makes me feel, powerless"

Her eyes met his.

"Going thru my mind?" she said, more to herself. What had been going thru her mind? She knew the situation she was in, she was not stupid. Why would she snap at him as she had? Why did she tend to speak her mind? Hell, why did she kick that other Buyer in the balls? It never "helped" her situation. She could not escape. It only brought pain. Punishment.

But, she did it again, the words flowing past her lips, almost without thought.

"what is going thru my mind? I am fully aware that You are not a lenient Man, that you do not tolerate disobedience, even from others on the same playing field as you, and that you are a Dominant. I believe that you have no capacity for compassion, and instead, only seek gratification. I believe you are intelligent, of that I have no doubt. But with that intelligence I would think would come compassion. But, the fact that you participate in the buying, or selling, of human flesh, like so much meat, tells me otherwise. You seek simple one word answers, Sir. I am not a simple, one word answer.................................. servant"

She could not bring herself to say slave, to use that word in reference to herself. Just like the word Master had yet to slip past her lips. She hated that word even more.

"I believe my intelligence is on par with your own, no matter than I am younger, and that I am in chains, and I believe, that even tho you have given me the ability to decide how or if I suffer, it is your will that is exacted, no matter what I may decide."

"You desire to purchase me, to use, for pleasure, for your pleasure, Sir, never my own. And, you can and more than likely will, end my life when that pleasure ends. And that thought scares me, Sir"

"But..........." her voice trailed off.

She did not want to stay where she was. For the first time, she wanted wanted to beg someone to take her out of there, she just could not bring herself to say the words.

She stopped, again she had more than likely said too much. Without even realizing it, she moved to the furthest corner of the sofa, body once more tensing. Her fingertips unconsciously glide ever so softly along the curve of her throat, where his hand had so decisively tightened, proving at that moment that indeed, her life was his for the taking, as was her pleasure.

"Please, do not leave me here" the words glided past her lips, as if she were whispering a secret. She did not beg, the words did not have that quivering quality to them, but it was quite a plaintive request, and almost instantly, Nine felt ashamed of even having uttered it.

She had all but forgotten about the strawberries as she held his gaze, determined to not look away.

 

[marauder13]

Again, it was time to observe his future purchase, to fathom how she would deal with the scenario he presented her. She was not timid, but she was showing she was not terminally brave either. She got herself some of the fruit she loved so much, then sat on the sofa opposite him. Archibald didn't miss the way she blocked the sight of her pussy from him, though her hair gave the illusion of protecting the modesty of the breasts. The dark nipples were challenging him to stare at them, sample their textures and tastes. Which he would, all in good time.

His question passed her lips as she gathered her thoughts to speak. He didn't see her doing that, more seeing her holding her gaze until the words were ready, then speaking them.

"Powerless. It makes me feel, powerless."

She lifted her eyes to look at his again. The fire was still there, though dulled, muted by her thoughts.

"what is going thru my mind? I am fully aware that You are not a lenient Man, that you do not tolerate disobedience, even from others on the same playing field as you, and that you are a Dominant. I believe that you have no capacity for compassion, and instead, only seek gratification. I believe you are intelligent, of that I have no doubt. But with that intelligence I would think would come compassion. But, the fact that you participate in the buying, or selling, of human flesh, like so much meat, tells me otherwise. You seek simple one word answers, Sir. I am not a simple, one word answer.................................. servant"

"I believe my intelligence is on par with your own, no matter than I am younger, and that I am in chains, and I believe, that even tho you have given me the ability to decide how or if I suffer, it is your will that is exacted, no matter what I may decide."

"You desire to purchase me, to use, for pleasure, for your pleasure, Sir, never my own. And, you can and more than likely will, end my life when that pleasure ends. And that thought scares me, Sir"

He took his time before he responded. He wanted to let her sweat a little. The problem with intelligent people was if there was any element of doubt in their arguments, that same intelligence could over analyze, increasing the doubts within their own minds. Archibald fell prey to that on more than one occasion and spent a lot of time practicing to ensure that he succumbed as infrequently as possible.

In that quiet time, the woman moved to the furthest end of the sofa. She was taking on the qualities of a trap animal again. The hands unconsciously going to the very part of her neck where his hand had tightened. His eyes narrowed momentarily, as if he was trying to read her mind.

"Please, do not leave me here"

For the first time, Archibald was stunned. Her silent admission reached his ears clearly as if she spoke with her normal voice. But she didn't beg, that was clear in her voice. A request? Possibly a statement of desire.

"You believe I am not a lenient man? You have been worthy of discipline on multiple occasions, yet I have only done so once. I had the opportunity to punish you, even cause you great pain when I had you by your throat, Slave, but I released you, did I not?

"You acknowledge my intelligence, yet claim I have no compassion? This, for the man that could have handed you over to Miss Mornington to be whipped, yet has allowed you to sit, talk and eat your favourite food? If I had no compassion, I would have had you on your knees the moment you walked through the door with my cock down your throat choking you until I decided to cum in your throat. And any disruptions to it would have had you severely disciplined, and the rape of your throat continued.

"I have never said I sought one word answers. Simple answers, yes. Less room for misunderstandings that way."

Archibald got out of his chair and walked over to stand in front of the slave. His off hand took a hold of her chin under her jaw, guiding her to the balls of her feet. He skill angled his knee across to protect himself from any last minute attempts at kicking. Holding her steady, he peered deeply into her dark eyes.

"You are not powerless, Slave. You have limited power, very limited. It doesn't matter why you are here. It doesn't matter whether you want to be here. You do have the good fortune to decide where you go from now. Do something bad enough, and you get to stay, and spend time with Miss Mornington whipping you and then go onto whatever other horrors this place has in store for you. You can behave, and I will become your Master and you will serve me as a slave. I can tell you with almost certain safety, slave, that I am a much higher quality Master than any of those other louts that have passed through these doors. Of course, you only have my word for that, but greater rewards always come with greater risks."

He lowered her so she stood flat on her feet, leaving his hand gently holding her chin.

"Miss Mornington will be back soon, as our time here is almost done. If you do truly wish to leave here, then show me how strong that need is, Slave. Demonstrate to me how important it is that you leave this place belonging to your Master."

 

[RainingHeat]

She was doing it again. Making assumptions, and speaking before really thinking. It was a very bad habit of hers, that had plagued her since she was a child. Her grandfather had hated it, and more times than not, she felt the back of his hand across her face because of her brazen way of speaking. And worse, this place had clouded her powers of observation.

She assumed that all men who came to a place such as this, and did "business" here, were void of compassion. How could one have compassion for another human being, yet own them like a pet dog? But then again, didn't people show compassion for a pet dog? Even love? Nine knew they did, she knew that to be true. Then why had she said what she did? Was she trying to goad him into another reaction? A reaction that entailed something "other" than being used? Why? What would she gain by that?

And leniency? Again, was she trying to provoke the opposite? It was quite obvious that he had the capacity to hurt her, his one outburst had already proven that small fact. Why push? Why did she always have to push?

Everything he said was right. He could have easily caused her extreme pain when he had her by the throat. He could have had her begging for mercy. He could have viciously raped her throat. Everything he said rang true, and Nine knew it.

Yet, instead, he was talking to her. TALKING.

That rarely, if ever happened in these rooms.

Then the thought hit her. Why had she been hiding it? Hiding it for so very long? It had been festering in the back of her mind, squirming, slithering, and she chose to keep it hidden back there.

She would rather be punished than used.

It explained everything. Her attitude, her smart mouth, her kicking that one Buyer in the balls, her provoking of this Buyer.

If there was a choice, she realized, facing a whip, or a beating, to her, was preferable than having to endure being used.

Because being used, was submitting. Being used, was letting him inside her. Being used, was being vunerable. Being used.................... NO, she did not want to be used, or worse, ENJOY IT!!!!!

She would never enjoy punishment. It helped her keep her defenses up, to prevent her from wanting, NEEDING a ..... a ...... Master.

She was not about to admit that to him!!!!


When he approached her, she did not cower, instead lifting her head and eyes to look up at him. But, when he reached out, she did visibly shiver, for a moment thinking he was about to grasp her throat again. Instead, his hand did not encircle and tighten, but glide beneath her chin, guiding her to her feet, and nearly to her tiptoes. Her sparkling gaze never left his, as he peered down at her, seeming to want to reach inside her, and wrap his fingers around her mind.

"You are not powerless, Slave. You have limited power, very limited. It doesn't matter why you are here. It doesn't matter whether you want to be here. You do have the good fortune to decide where you go from now. Do something bad enough, and you get to stay, and spend time with Miss Mornington whipping you and then go onto whatever other horrors this place has in store for you. You can behave, and I will become your Master and you will serve me as a slave. I can tell you with almost certain safety, slave, that I am a much higher quality Master than any of those other louts that have passed through these doors. Of course, you only have my word for that, but greater rewards always come with greater risks."

Nine weighed his words very carefully, as he allowed her back to her feet. He continuing to hold her chin, she swallowing, the motion lightly pushing against those fingers. His grasp, however, was surprisingly gentle, as if a lover.

"Miss Mornington will be back soon, as our time here is almost done. If you do truly wish to leave here, then show me how strong that need is, Slave. Demonstrate to me how important it is that you leave this place belonging to your Master."

She had said it. Thankfully, he had not rubbed it in her face. But she had said it. "Please do not leave me here" Those words had come from her lips. Perhaps the only real, meaningful words she had said the entire time. "Please do not leave me here"

She would not say those exact words again. But, he was giving her a choice, again! Allowing her to decide. He was not dragging her out of there in chains, not that he wouldn't do that later. He was not using her. He was not even beating her. He was talking to her, and allowing her to make the choice. A choice that Nine doubted she would ever get again. He was giving her a taste of that very limited power.

It was her decision.

Unfortunately, Nine knew that just voicing her, decision, was not going to work.

Nine stepped back, her chin slipping free of his grasp. Now, she was trembling. Not because of fear. Fear did not cause her to tremble. Fear made her tense. Fear made her speak out of turn. Fear made her snap at Buyers, kicking them in the balls. Fear made her provoke. It was not fear that made her tremble.

It was humiliation.

Nine lowered, ever so slowly, to her knees, her lithe, sleek form seeming to slide down an invisible pole. She said nothing, in fact, she dared not open her mouth, because Nine had no idea what would come tumbling out. Her inner voice was screaming at her to NOT do this. Why? Why Not? Why stay and deal with Miss M and the Guards and the endless parade of Loser Buyers? Why stay and fight, snap at, even kick, another Buyer, and be punished? Just to prevent from being used?

Because, Nine knew that sooner or later, she would be "opened". Brutally and viciously raped. And she knew, that sooner or later, Miss M would more than likely have her killed, because she had become too much of a liability. And, lastly, Nine knew, there was no escape from the Stables. She knew several that had tried. Their punishments had been nothing short of horrifying. One girl, had been sent to a prison camp for punishment. It was told her throat bled from all the screaming.

But by placing herself at his feet, this was tandemount to admitting defeat. To submitting. The thought churned in Nine's belly.

But, this, maybe this was a lifeline out of here. Maybe, maybe this was a path to freedom. Maybe! At least that is how she rationalized it.

She fought the quivering for her body as she lowered down, her hips and ass lifting, her head, along with mane of ebony black, coming to rest just before his boots. If she had been fully trained, she would have kissed those boots, brushing her lips along the leather, and truth be told, Nine knew that was exactly what she should do, she just could not bring herself to do it.

"please" was all she said.

At the monitor outside, Miss Mornington's own eyes widened. She had never seen Nine willingly place herself in such a position. Oh she had been forced there on many an occassion, but this, this was a first. Her fist tightened on the bullwhip. She was just itching to show that bitch her place, again!

"Time, 5 mins" she spoke into the microphone. It was clear by the sound of her voice that the woman was clenching her teeth.

"Do you desire another hour?" Miss M did NOT want to give that to him, but she had no choice. He had enough money to pay for 24 hours or more, if that was what he desired, and nothing, even her anger at the girl, would negate the fact that it was all about the money, and the more she got from Buyers, the better.

 

[marauder13]

Archibald wondered what it was that made her tremble. There was nothing in her demeanor that suggested she was afraid, unless she masked it exceptionally well. Yet, he felt her fear earlier when he had her by her throat. It was tangible, there open and honest. He had even seen it on the screen for a moment. So he had his doubts about her ability to mask it.

'What else could it be? Excitement? That she found someone who could be something she wants? No. She has not changed her spots. This leopard is still unchanged, just as beautiful, and just as dangerous. Time will tell.'

It took every once of self control not to let the surprise show anywhere for her to see. He knew to the core of his being, that this was something that she never did without someone forcing her, literally. But the fluidity of her motion, the grace by which she lowered herself to her knees was breathtaking. He knew he was being gifted there and then, and he relished it for what it was.

There was the slightest of pauses when she reached her knees, before her head continued the descent toward the floor. Her hair formed a raven curtain that hid her face, sheltering herself from his scrutiny and depriving him of the knowledge of what she was feeling as she effectively gave herself over to him.

'It is all too easy to just take them. It is far better to have them give themselves over to you. Your grip over them is more complete that way, as they acknowledge your power over them.'

"please"

The only word needed, but still missing something just as important. Yet, she showed him as he requested. The moment he asked for her to be brought to the room, he was going to buy her. She still had the chance to ruin it, but she hadn't. It was time to make it a formality.

"Time, 5 mins"

Why Miss Mornington was so irate with the slave, Archibald wouldn't figure out. But he didn't care either, as long as it didn't mar what was going to be his property in process. Shortly, the young woman would no longer be a concern of hers, and she could focus on other more pressing matters.

"Do you desire another hour?"

He walked around the prostrate slave, knocking on the door. When the door opened, he spoke through the door directly to the woman outside. "No, that will not be necessary." He turned his head back to the Slave, his voice carrying just a touch of compassion. "You forgot to address me properly, Slave."

Archibald pulled the door closed behind him after he stepped through. His gaze flickered down to the whip for a fraction of a second, before returning to the woman's face. "I believe that we have a business transaction to conclude. Shall we return to your office?"

Miss Mornington actually blinked twice before returning to her previous businesslike self and led Archibald to her office. She was surprised that he still wanted to purchase Nine, but if he was willing to pay, and get the troublesome bitch out of her hair, she was not going to argue at all. What he saw in her was beyond her understanding, but she finally managed to put aside those thoughts by the time they reached her office.

"Please, take a seat, and we will get this sorted out in no time at all."

Archibald sat down on the opposite side of her desk as she quickly ran off the few forms she needed. "Now, her is how much Nine costs." She slid the small card over the desk, listing the few relevant details about the girl - age, height, weight, virginal status & price. He scanned the details, sliding the card back to her without a word, nor change of expression. He took out his phone, and started tapping away at it.

"There are two ways I am willing to do this, Miss Mornington. I can deposit eighty percent right now, the remainder on delivery and her condition is the same as she was when I left her. Or, I can pay the entire amount up front, and if she arrives in a less pristine state that I left her in, I will have some associates renegotiate the amount paid. Which would you like to go with?"

"The full deposit, Mister Reynolds. She will turn up exactly as you left her, without any additional detracting marks."

He made a few more taps, then put his phone back within his jacket. "The funds will be in your account within the next sixty seconds at the outside. You have my address as to where the Slave is to be delivered, as well as the explicit instructions."

"Yes, to drive to the garage at the back, drive in and wait for the door to close before unloading the girl."

Archibald nodded. "Thank you, Miss Mornington. It has been a pleasure doing business with you. If you will excuse me, I need to get home to be ready to receive my slave when she arrives." They stood together, shook hands, and Archibald saw himself out of the office and the building.

It wasn't until he was a few blocks away that the excitement of what he had just done was allowed to run free. He was grinning like a school boy, genuinely excited at having his own slave. It was not going to be anything like some of the others he had seen, but it was going to work exactly how he wanted it to.

"Of course she does not want to be a slave. Very few people do, and those that do want to be,do it for the love of their Master or Mistress. But this girl does not know just how lucky she is." Archibald laughed "She is going to fight. She will resist. She will also learn that there will be lines that will not be crossed, as well as what happens when they are crossed. In time, she will learn that her slavery is not such a bad thing after all. She is smart. Above all, I am going to enjoy her being around. In some many delightful, delicious and carnal ways."

 

[RainingHeat]

*knock* *knock*

Nine stayed completely stilled. Not because she knew she was supposed to. Oh no, it was not that. She did not want to look up and see Miss M peering down at her. If anything would humiliate Nine, it would be that, seeing the contempt, and perhaps victory, in the eyes of that woman. No, Nine would not move, not look up. In fact, she tightly closed her eyes.

"No, that will not be necessary."

Was he going to leave her there? He wanted no more time with her, had she effectively pushed yet another Buyer away? Nine would normally have been very proud of that, if she had not just.................. just............ submitted herself to him. What had she been thinking?? She felt her cheeks begin to burn red in shame. What had she been thinking???!!!

"You forgot to address me properly, Slave."

The door closed with a loud slam. He was gone.

Nine was back on her feet in an instant. Pacing.

Had that been it? The mere fact that the word "Master" did not pass her lips? Just thinking of the word, that and "slave" made her sick, her belly churning once more. No, she could not and would not utter that word. She had shamed herself already, by kneeling at his feet, she had furthered that shame by uttering *please*, and the humiliation even went deeper, knowing that on camera, Miss M was watching. She would not completely rip away her own pride, what she had left, by uttering that foul word, Master.

So be it, she would take things as they came then, including the beating she was sure she would get.

"FUCK" the word echoed in the now quiet room, she actually slamming her fist into the wall. "FUCK"

The door opened.

"Oh that will happen soon enough" Miss Mornington smiled, an evil, vindictive smile. She stepped aside, and Stan, one of the head guards, entered. Nine hated Stan with a passion, and once, had scratched his face so deeply, that he still bore the scar. It was safe to say, Stan had no love for this particular slave either.

Nine frowned. She was going to be opened. Miss M was tired of Nine and her shit. Another Buyer gone, the fact that Nine was still a virgin not making a difference. Why not show her a lesson, it would be quite the lesson. Nine actually trembled, the idea of Stan fucking her, raping her, repulsive to her.

Stan moved around behind Nine, but instead of shackling her, as she expected, the thick leather of the bullwhip that he was now holding wrapped about her throat, tightening. "oh I so would love to be the one to fuck you, to rip you wide open" he growled into her ear, she feeling the warmth, disgusting wash of his breath. "But that is not to be" Nine's eyes widened at that.

"Prepare her for shipping"[/COLOR] Miss M commanded, turning away. Looking back she spit at the slave "I got alot of money for you. If it were up to me, I'd let Stan tear you open and then ship you to the farthest high security prison for the rest of your miserable life." That statment made Nine go cold. "But, as I stated, I got alot of money for you. " she moved close to the slave, hissing "If you are returned, for any reason, I will be shipping you the next day, to that prison!" Miss M turned and strode away. "Stan, prepare her, but do NOT mar her, or I will cut your balls off"

Yes, Nine had fetched a pretty penny.

SOLD!!! She had been sold. It took Nine a moment to process what had just happened. She had been SOLD!!

~

The cleansing and shipping room was at the opposite end of the wharehouse. The girls did not see these rooms until they were sold. Nine had heard about them, the bathing, the showering, and often, how the sold girls were treated reflected who had purchased said girl, how much they paid, and what condition they wanted them in. Most, of course, when purchasing a virgin, wanted her kept intact. Sometimes, on a very rare occassion, a Buyer wanted the virgin opened first, not wanting to deal with the "messiness" that can entail, blood and all. It was a rarity, but it did happen.

This particular night, it had happened, that rare feat. Number 2, a petite blonde, and a virgin, just 18 years old, had been sold to a Buyer. One Buyer, who had been tasked to find a girl for their club, which consisted of 15 men. He had been instructed to purchase a virgin and then have her opened. That way, there would be no in-fighting in the club amongst the men on who would get to be the first.

As Nine was brought into the Cleaning and Shipping room, she could hear the girl moaning in pleasure and crying in pain as one of the guards, designated an "opener" was doing just that. Stan sometimes did that, but usually it was left to one of the other, more subtle guards.

This was not done in private, and Nine glanced over to see the girl, Number 2, tied down on her back. The guard, was that Donald? over her, his long cock, a bit thinner than some, perhaps that is why he was an opener, slowly gliding in and out of her soaking wet pussy. There were traces of blood, that happened when a virgin. He was grunting in unison with her crying moan, his face red, eyes focused on the girl. "Sooo fucking tight" he groaned, thrusting inside her again and again. He would not stop until she came, needing to document proof that she would and could indeed orgasm. He, had to hold his back, and not shoot his seed within her, he would pull out and coat her, then clean her up for shipping.

"ohhhhhh OHHHH GODDDDD" the blonde screamed, back arching, her body violently shaking. It was clear she was cumming, Donald having shoved inside her one last time, staying there as she spilled out all over his cock. He pulling back quickly, grunting loudly as his cock pulled free, just barely in time to shoot his semen all over her naked belly.

"she's opened" he gasped, sitting back, his face red, the girl whimpering and gasping.

"Too bad I can't do that to you" Stan sneered. But he knew better. He made good money doing what he did, and he had his choice of fucking the slaves that were open, so he was not about to screw that up.

Her cleansing and preparation went smoothly actually. Donald, after finishing with Number 2, offered to take over for Stan, he could see how frustrated Stan was getting because he could not touch the virgin and now sold, number Nine. It did not take Stan long to locate an opened slave, coincidentally a black haired one, and mount her, taking her from behind, in her stall, the door standing open. Nine saw none of this, and that was fine by her. She thought Stan was just simply, disgusting.

Within 2 hours, Nine was sitting in the back of a long, black limo. She was still naked, provisions had not been made for her to be clothed and she was none to happy about that.

The limo cruised along, driving for several hours. To Nine, who had not been outside the stables in quite a long time, the ride was not long enough. She even contemplated trying to jump out, but that was impossible. The doors would not unlock from the inside, her ankle was cuffed to a chain that lead to a embedded hook in the floor of the limo, and the limo never stopped, no red light, nothing. Apparently, this was a straight highway shot to his compound. With the windows shaded, there was no looking out for Nine either. But still, to be out of the stables, felt heavenly to her.

When the car did finally slow and stop, Nine heard the distant rumblings of a garage door, first opening, then thudding to a close. It was then the limo door was opened, and the driver free'd her chained ankle, the cuff remaining, wrapping the chain leash about his own hand.

He proceeded to the door, and rang the bell, and waited. Nine stood, fidgiting a bit, looking around. Truth be told she was nervous, one may have even thought she was scared. But, she was not missing a thing, taking in her environment, the large garage door, was there a trigger? A window? Was there another door perhaps?

 

[marauder13]

Archibald got home, parking the Bently in the furthest bay from the door. He entered the house proper, and went straight into the enormous, and well appointed kitchen. He paused for a moment, then went to the refrigerator and poured himself a tall glass of juice.

"In a few hours, this place will not be so lonely anymore. She will be here at last, and this place will be complete." He slowly drank the juice, letting it cool him down in many different ways. He had to remain calm when she arrived. There was much to show her, and explain to her. that could only be done while he was calm. There would be times when he could loose himself to his passions.

He sat on a stool, staring into space while he waited for her to arrive. There had been many women who wanted to to be a part of his life. Most of them were more interested in the financial capabilities that came with being in his life. The others, some were interested in serving him, being bent to his will. But there wasn't one who fire his blood enough. Plus, there were doubts that they would do what he required of them. He had seen a few 'true' slaves in his times, and they had really piqued his interest. The way they served their Masters and Mistresses was different to the way the others did. That subtle difference called to Archibald. Called to something deep within him, and it resonated strongly. That was what propelled him on his quest to secure the woman who was in transit.

The chime announced that the limo had passed through the gate. He stood up, and walked slowly back to the garage. He opened up the main door to allow the limo to enter. He felt the low thrum of excitement as the car pulled in, and the door closed behind it. The driver got out, and in a few moments, he helped the slave exit the vehicle. She wore a cuff around her ankle, a serviceable collar with an attached lead, and a gag.

Without saying a word, he walked down the three steps and covered the distance quietly. He circled her as best he could, noting that she was not marked any worse than he last saw her.

"Thank you. You may remove the excess property from my slave. Once we have passed through the other door, the main door will open, permitting you to leave."

He stood back, watching as the driver removed the ankle cuff, the gag and finally the collar, leaving her completely naked. "Follow me, Slave." He turned and walked to the base of the short set of stairs, turning his head to see if she had obeyed his first command to her as her Master.

"Before you go any further, you will greet me properly, with the correct mode of address too."

 

[RainingHeat]

Nine had not even heard the door open. Why? Because she was too busy taking in her surroundings. Already her mind was working. If she were going to ever get out of this particular place, she had to know it inside and out. It had to be easier to navigate than the maze that was the stables. And, more than likely there were no guards, right? This had to be a better place to plan her escape, her escape to freedom. It had to be.

She tensed when she realized he was circling her. Had he seen her looking around? Well, what if he had, did that really matter? This was a new place for her, of course she was going to look around. A puppy looked around it's new surroundings. It was not unexpected. But, she did lower her gaze when she realized she was being scrutinized.

God, she hated being naked. HATED IT. But she new better than to try and shield herself at this moment. She wanted too, but she kept her hands at her side. It was clear she was, not exactly happy, her hands were almost balled into fists. Closing her eyes, long lashes brushing her cheek, she took a deep, deep breath to calm her.

"Thank you. You may remove the excess property from my slave. Once we have passed through the other door, the main door will open, permitting you to leave."

Her sparse adornments were then removed. Nine was not sad to see the stable collar removed. It was tolerable, but she certainly did not like it or enjoy it. She wondered for a moment if he would be collaring her and if so, what would it be? She had heard stories of slaves being collared with the most horrible of devices, some that prevented them from taking deep breaths, or even turning their heads. Electric shock, sharp studs, or just a leather collar that was fastened so tightly. The thought occurring to her now made her shiver just a little. Something like that would make the chain dog collar she had been wearing a luxury.m

"Follow me, Slave."

His voice caused her eyes to flutter open once more, to see him ascending the several steps upwards, obviously into the main house.

She took a step to approach, before he stopped and turned, she still on the main floor of the garage.

"Before you go any further, you will greet me properly, with the correct mode of address too."

That stopped Nine in her tracks. Greet him properly. She knew what that meant. At least she knew what the "standard" greeting was to be. Of course he may change how he wished her to greet him, that was his perogative, that was his choice, that was his decision and he, currently, held all the cards.

Swallowing hard, almost a gulp, she then took another deep, deep breath. Yes, it was fair to say that she hesitated. It was very fair to say that. But she did finally move, allowing her body to once again sink so very slowly to the garage floor. She moved like a serpent almost, slick, smooth, almost slithering to her knees, her body moving as if to some unheard music, long shadowed mane flowing down her back to caress the very edge of the curve of her ass. The stone floor was cool to the touch, not that it bothered Nine, it felt good to her, the coolness, even the chill in the air. At least she was away from the heat of the stables.

Once on her knees, she shifted forward, coming to rest on her hands as well, and with that, she crawled, her movements now quite feline in nature, stalking, her body flowing ever so slowly toward him. Lithe and sleek, she moved silently, until she was at the stairs. She ascends, to reach where he stood, her head lowering, those long dark tendrils falling forward to nearly envelope his boots.

"Greetings........ Sir" her voice was soft, but not trembling nor quivering. She allowed her cheek to brush the leather of his boots, before turning her head to then touch her lips to that same leather.

It was not lost on Nine what he was really wanting. But she would not utter that word, Master. She would not!!! At least not at this moment. That. of course, could change.

 

[RainingHeat]

Opps, double post, SORRY

 

[marauder13]

'Yes, definitely a leopard, maybe a panther.' He watched the way her body moved with such sinuous grace while on all fours. Curves accentuated, lines refined. The cascade of hair either side of her head added to the alluring display that approached him in supplication. She brought her head down, nuzzling his boots as he heard her soft voice carry up the length of his body.

"Greetings........ Sir."

He could tell by the way she turned her head that she had pressed her lips against the leather encasing his feet. But his look of neutrality took on a tone of displeasure at the words she spoke to him. Without looking at the driver, he reached down, stroking the top of her head lovingly twice, before the third passage of his hand had his fingers comb her long, dark tresses. He pushed his fingers back up toward her crown, burying them in her hair, then curling his fingers into hooks.

Having an almost breakable grasp of her hair, he hauled her up until she her head was level with his hip. He set off into the house at a brisk pace. He half dragged, half led her into a narrow hallway, before he turned sharply to his right walking through an open door into a larger room. He made his way over to a set of stairs leading up. He never once paused in his walking, taking the steps one at a time, rapidly turning at the landing and moving up to the top of the stair well.

They were greeted with a well appointed hallway that led straight ahead. The carpet on the floor was well made; thick pile, light colour that complimented the wall colour. But rather than going straight ahead, he took the other hallway that went to their left. He led her through a small movie theatre along the back of the seating area, through a kitchen and into a large, dimly lit room.

With the barest of pauses, Archibald walked her over to a padded A-Frame. He pushed her onto the length of the top of the frame. He let go of her long enough to grab the leather collar, and secure it about her neck, making it tight enough for it not to slip off, not still give her enough space to breathe. The collar was attached to the frame, giving her only a couple of inches of movement range. Soon after, her wrists were secured close to where the neck collar was anchored. Archibald then walked behind her, taking due care when grabbing each of her legs, and securing them to the each leg of the frame.

Archibald sighed as he walked to stand in front of his slave. "I am disappointed in you. Your very first command, in front of one of Miss Mornington's people no less, you could not obey properly. I am sure that she is going to be quite pleased to hear about that when the driver returns."

He walked over to the wall, where a number of implements hung neatly waiting their use. Again, without pausing, he selected a broad, flexible paddle and moved back to behind the trussed up slave. He gave it a few swings, to get the feel of the weight.

"Now, when I was just the buyer, it was correct to call me Sir. But having bought you, my title is now Master." The paddle descended on her naked arse rapidly, colliding with a loud impact that sent her firm flesh rippling out from the impact site. "There is only one word that you will use to address me, Slave, and that word is Master." The paddle struck her again with the same force as the first. "Not Sir. Master." After each time he said the word 'Master', the paddle was applied to her arse with a great deal of force, and no mercy. "You need to remember, Slave, you are now owned by a Master. One who expects his Slave to use the brain she has demonstrated to possess. So when you greet your Master, you will use the right word, wont you Slave. Not Sir. But Master."

He walked around to the other end of the frame, squatting down to bring himself to eye level with her. He reached out, grabbing some of her hair and lifting her face to look at him.

"If you had been good, you would have slept in a bed tonight, and had a decent meal before sleeping. You had shown yourself worthy of such treatment, Slave. But it seems to me, you need to be kept in a manner that reminds you of what it means to be a slave, by your own definitions. If that will make the transition easier for you, Slave, then your Master will do that for you. Luckily, I have a nice little cell all ready for you to stay in. Now, while you are in there, you can think about how your first time with a man will be. It will be unforgettable, one way or another. I can make it a wondrous event that you will long to repeat, or I can rape you in a way that will terrify you for years to come. I will take you, Slave. Again, you have the choice of which way it shall be."

He let go of her hair, letting her head drop. "Now, Slave. What do you address me as? Look at me when you tell me. If you get it wrong, you will be punished again."

 

[RainingHeat]

Nine knew what she had done.

She new exactly what she had done. There was no need to remind her. In her mind, there was no need to punish her. Wait, given her current situation, there WAS reason to punish her. The fact that she purposely would NOT utter that word, it was not a mistake. It was completely and 100% intentional.

It took him no time to nearly drag her into his domain and secure her to the frame. Nine was more than familiar with an A-Frame. The Stables used them all the time. That did not mean she "liked" it. But, Nine knew, there were worse situations to be in. And if she kept pushing, she just may find herself in one of those worse situations.

"I am disappointed in you. Your very first command, in front of one of Miss Mornington's people no less, you could not obey properly. I am sure that she is going to be quite pleased to hear about that when the driver returns."

That, to be totally honest, had not occurred to Nine when she has addressed him as Sir. The Driver was not even a consideration. If she had thought of that, she may not have said anything, but instead chose to stay silent. Nine did NOT want to placate, or satisfy Miss M at all, for any reason.

"Now, when I was just the buyer, it was correct to call me Sir. But having bought you, my title is now Master."

It was that aggravation that voiced itself when Nine first cried out at the strike of the paddle, the hard surface impacting the tender flesh of her behind.

"There is only one word that you will use to address me, Slave, and that word is Master."

The paddle struck again, but this time, Nine viciously bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. It stung, the pain flashing thru her, her ass reddening. She tried to jerk away from the strike, but she was tightly trussed and unable to move at all.

"Not Sir. Master."

Again, the paddle found that same flesh, reverberating against the skin, she gasping as she fought the cry that threatened to break free. NO, she would not cry out again, she would NOT.

"You need to remember, Slave, you are now owned by a Master. One who expects his Slave to use the brain she has demonstrated to possess. So when you greet your Master, you will use the right word, wont you Slave. Not Sir. But Master."

He walked around to the other end of the frame, squatting down to bring himself to eye level with her. He reached out, grabbing some of her hair and lifting her face to look at him.

"If you had been good, you would have slept in a bed tonight, and had a decent meal before sleeping. You had shown yourself worthy of such treatment, Slave. But it seems to me, you need to be kept in a manner that reminds you of what it means to be a slave, by your own definitions. If that will make the transition easier for you, Slave, then your Master will do that for you. Luckily, I have a nice little cell all ready for you to stay in. Now, while you are in there, you can think about how your first time with a man will be. It will be unforgettable, one way or another. I can make it a wondrous event that you will long to repeat, or I can rape you in a way that will terrify you for years to come. I will take you, Slave. Again, you have the choice of which way it shall be."

"Now, Slave. What do you address me as? Look at me when you tell me. If you get it wrong, you will be punished again."

Nine met his gaze, her eyes were nearly on fire, despite the fact they were rimmed with moisture, as obviously she was fighting her emotions and it showed in that gaze. When he released her hair, allowing her head to drop, her eyes did not, focusing on his. At this particular moment, she hated this man as much as she hated Miss M. But then again, Nine was not one to enjoy being punished, even tho there were slaves who actually did enjoy that! Nine thought they were nuts! But for her, this was better than the alternative, which he had already addressed. Sex, Rape, Making Love, it was all the same to Nine and she wanted NONE of it!!!

"I HATE that word, Sir" she growled, her voice low.

Maybe she had made a HUGE mistake coming here. A HUGE mistake. The thought flashed across her mind, and she voiced it. "This was a mistake, begging you to not leave" she hissed "a fucking mistake... and I will not say that WORD!"

 

[marauder13]

The fire in her eyes made Archibald feel warm. The toasty warmth that comes from a healthy, respectful lust for a woman. That aspect of her also added to her attractiveness, making her features taken on a new perspective, as if the inner fire was casting a new series of highlights and shadows on her. It made it even more spectacular to watch as it occurred while she was restrained sufficiently that she couldn't escape what he was going to do to her.

"I HATE that word, Sir"

She snarled at him, the panther within her wanted to sink her claws into his flesh, rending him limb from limb. It was clear to him that she would try to assault him if she got the chance. What was most surprising was he was willing to let her have her shot.

"This was a mistake, begging you to not leave. A fucking mistake... and I will not say that WORD!"

"You may think it was a mistake, Slave, but it may just be the wisest decision you ever made. Let me make a few simple things clear for you. In the rest of the world, whoever you were is now dead. You have been missing long enough to be legally declared dead. You don't exist out there anymore. No one knows about you, or even cares about you. Except for me. I care about you, whether you believe it or not. But when your time is up, Slave, there will be nothing of you to be found by anyone. There will be no remains for anyone to identify, to mourn.

"You are mine. You may disagree, but that is irrelevant. I can do with you as I see fit, and there is nothing anyone can do about it. You have been given choices, Slave, because I thought you were smart enough to see them for what they were. Signs that I was not like the other 'Masters' you could have had. I wanted to show you that your new life could be different, better than you expected. But rather than make the best of the limited opportunities I have been presenting, you have been squandering them. You have been showing me that you are not the intelligent woman I thought I was acquiring."

Archibald paused for a moment, his icy blue eyes easily holding their own against the dark fires opposite him. He looked her in the eye, unflinching, boring deeper into the darkness behind her eyes and diving into her very soul.

"I am not a pushover, Slave. I am not someone who will make it easy for you to get away. Well, not easy in any way you can think of. When the time comes, and I know you will try to escape, just keep in the back of your mind that I am ready for you to try, and you will not get very far at all."

Archibald stood up, and sauntered around to stand behind her again. He gazed at the angry red of her battered arse where she had taken the first of her punishments. Without warning, the paddle descended twice more in rapid succession, carrying the full force that he could with such an implement.

"That was for the inappropriate mode of address, Slave. You were told that you will refer to me as Master." The final word was punctuated by another full force blow to her rear. He took a fistful of her hair, wrenching her head back as far as the restraints allowed. "Are you one of these types who needs to be conquered? One that will only submit to someone who is strong enough, and proven themselves worthy of the treasure that is the Slave? Is that it? I can go to war with you, Slave." His voice dropped, a deep, animal like growl in the background of each of the words. "For someone who is seemingly so intelligent, you are not showing any of it right now. All you are showing me is that you are a pain slut in the making. As I said before, Slave, I would like to give you the gift of choice from time to time, since you seemed to be a reasonable young woman. But it seems you don't want that anymore. You don't want to choose the path you take from time to time. You just want it done the old fashioned way. Pain, humiliation, degradation."

He dropped the paddle on the floor, freeing his right hand to cup her pussy. His hand gently rubbed the outer most layer of her body. His skin brushed hers in slow strokes that ran parallel to the division in her skin. Several times, his hand ran the length of her private place, returning to the place where it first landed, all the while never breaking contact with her. His middle finger found the gap, pressing a little deeper until it found the floor of her sexual valley. The movement remained the same, the pressure the same, the speed and direction were also unchanged.

She felt delightful to his touch. He wondered if anyone else had touched her there, and if so, were they as gentle as he was. Did everyone go straight for her clit, torturing it without caring about the pain they might cause. Trying to rip from her something that was better coaxed. Archibald had plans for her body, and how he would enjoy it. He cared little if she liked it or not. But, he knew that if he did things right, at least she would not be repulsed by the idea, and if he was particularly good, he might get her to enjoy what they did together.

Each pass of his hand brought the tip of his finger into contact with her centre of pleasure. A light graze by the pad of the fingertip, no nail making contact at all. Brush on the way up, brush on the way back down. No lingering, no special attention. Just light touches he knew would do something for her.

Several more paired passes were made before Archibald changed his actions again. This time, he focused on that little bundle of nerve endings. The same delicate touch, this time more frequent. Further brushes, circuits, pauses where he just pressed on the spot. All the while, he held her head back, watching her body, listening to her voice, learning her cues so he could keep her arousal levels climbing.

 

[RainingHeat]

"Pain, humiliation, degradation."

"Pain, humiliation, degradation."

"Pain, humiliation, degradation."

The words echoed in her head.

"Pain, humiliation, degradation."

Is that what she wanted? Was that what she was? A pain slut? She had heard the term before. Heard it often actually, there were some Buyers at the stables who wanted exactly that.

But Nine was not that. She did not crave pain. She did not hunger for humiliation. And she loathed the idea of degradation, even tho, in all honesty, she had felt all those things, over and over again, after being sold into slavery.

It was simple, she was willing to endure pain, to avoid pleasure.
Is that was a pain slut was?

No, NO!!! Nine was actually pissed that he thought that!!

She had heard everything, she had not missed any of what he said. What he growled, as the paddle struck home again and again. She had fought crying out, she had fought, and fought mightily, saying anything back to him.

But those words kept repeating in her mind.......................

"Pain, humiliation, degradation."

The clatter of the paddle hitting the floor actually made Nine visibly jump in her restraints. He still had a hold of her long dark mane, her head pulled back, her body arched in her chains.

Now what was he going to do? What would he punish her with? A crop? A whip? A cane? A switch? A..................

She was about to say something, the words right at her lips, when he touched her. The sensation was so unexpected, that Nine actually screamed, before drawing in her breath in a harsh, deep gasp. The entire of her body tensed, tightened at the caress. She was desperate to close her legs, to push him away, to stop the sensation. But of course, she could do nothing, she was bound tightly, and completely at his mercy.

"no... no... stop" the words fell from her lips. She had managed to not cry out or beg when being struck with the paddle, but this, this brought forth her voice. It always did. Miss M loved to make Nine beg when a Buyer was sampling her, either using his fingers or tongue. Most, were none to gentle. In fact, most were just brutish about it. But the good ones, those, those were the dangerous ones, and the ones Miss M loved to torment Nine with, if she were presented the chance. It was a game of wills, between Nine and Miss M, Nine trying to control her body and what was happening, Miss M delighting when she could not.

Nine had learned to curb her orgasm alot of the time. She had learned with some of the more uncouth Buyers, how to fake it, and not feel that release. That is not to say that some Buyers, and even Miss M herself, had not coaxed an orgasm from Nine, she was a human female after all, but it just was not something that Nine allowed all that often. Only the more skilled could get her to release. And when she did, it was often quite invigorating to say the least. Nine was vocal, and often very "lively" when an orgasm was taken from her.

But him....... his touch, the glide of his fingertips, the feel of his body so close to her own, she could feel him looming over her. As much as Nine tried to fight it, tried to control her own responses, she felt her body beginning to awaken. It always did, no matter how hard she tried not to. It was the "ending" the "releasing" the allowing her body to rise to the crescendo of an orgasm and crash back down, that Nine could sometimes control, allowing her, in essence, to NOT cum. This was not the case here tho, and her tensing began to ease, and instead, a warm quivering took over. Her hips ached to move with the slow undulation motion he made with his fingers, to press closer to his hand. When his fingertip pressed to her clit, even for a brief moment, she found her voice again....

"Ohhhhh Mmmmmmm" the sound was a low, purring moan, the sound of a female panther, in heat.

Nine tried to fight the series of sensations, emotions, tingling, that was flowing thru her veins. Her face flushed, she unable to even turn her head, as he held it back, watching. She hated that he was seeing her face during this, hated it. "Ohhh goddddd" the words escaping without thought, Nine closed her eyes, shamed by her words, and her actions. "Stop, PPPPLEASE...ahhmmmmmm" she nearly yelled, the last of her word melting into that same low, purring moan. She felt the wetness between her legs, along the slit of her pussy, building, dripping, coating his still moving fingers and the whole of the palm of his hand. Warm, slippery, each caress bringing forth more... and more.

"don't do....... this" she begged. It was obvious she was begging. Her words were shaking, her body trembling, and her breathing had turned ragged. A sheen of heat glistened on her naked skin.

He did not stop, instead he changed his movements.

This time, he focused on that little bundle of nerve endings. The same delicate touch, this time more frequent. Further brushes, pauses where he just pressed on the spot. All the while, he held her head back, watching her body, listening to her voice, learning her cues so he could keep her arousal levels climbing.

Her cry out was instant. The heat within her building, her skin now a deep dusky pink, all over. Her eyes shot open, meeting his gaze, begging him to stop, begging him to cease, all in that look. Words would no longer come, only those low mewling moans that came from the depth of her. She felt her body tingling, felt as if she were on fire, and it continued to build, higher, and higher, and higher.

Nine tried to gain control, tried to not allow him to show this kind of dominance over her, but she had none. As hard as she fought, the repetitive stroking of his finger, and the swelling of her clit as she became more and more aroused, she could not gain control and stop what was happening, what would happen to her. Nine felt a wave of emotion, her orgasm, building, snaking thru her, seeming to grasp her and shake her in it's grip. She tried to beat it back, to no avail. Closing her eyes tightly in a desperate attempt to keep him out, to keep some kind of control, Nine came, screaming, her voice nearly shaking the very rafters, her body going almost stiff, before violently trembling, the waves of sensation pulsing thru her. A flood of wetness, juices from deep inside her, flowed over his fingers, coating his palm in her heat. When she came, she came hard. She lost all control, and her body responded. Her clit pulsed, throbbed, as the orgasm took her, her scream melting into a cry, which then, with a deep gasping breath, ended in a low, almost sobbing moan.

Her lips parting, she panted, as the last of her cumming finally released it's hold on her. She refused to open her eyes, letting her tears of shame, and frustration, frustration that he had so easily brought her to this, slip past her dark, velvet eyelashes.

Then it did slip out, she could not stop it, no longer control it, she was effectively weakened, for the moment.

"Master"

"please do not do that again, Master"

Sometimes, Nine hated her body!!!

 

[marauder13]

While his fingers continued to wind her up more and more, Archibald found a little time to reflect on what had been happening with his Slave. Her reaction to his initial touch was incredible to say the least. The blows that he delivered to her body were nothing and there had been hardly a sound out of her. The moment his hand came to rest over her most intimate of places, she screamed as if he had cut her deeply. He saw her tense up tighter than a bow string, as well as feeling her muscles try desperately to close up and deny him access.

She cried pitifully for him to stop, which he had absolutely no intention of doing, not until she had reached her peak of pleasure. He believed that she was trying to fight him bringing her pleasure. The way she held herself rigid for the longest time, before her hips slowly rocked in sync with the movements of his hand. It would always be a contest of wills, and he knew that he would always beat her. She was young, still rather naive in the ways of the world, particularly the one she was now in.

But she was responding, quite well to his touch. He was certain he was not causing her pain, as her body displayed more and more that she was physically enjoying what was happening. But her cries were to the contrary. He could understand a woman calling out like that if he was raping her, plowing his cock into her cunt regardless of her consent. But this was more of a lover's touch, not a demonstration of power of one over another.

But he loved the way her body accepted his offering. The warmth from her centre, coupled with the increasing wetness and her uncontrolled sounds of carnal joy were filling him with a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. He knew he could please her, he could see, feel, hear and smell the evidence. The way her body flushed. How she quivered and trembled from the growing sensations within.

Archibald felt his own heat rise a little more as his Slave directed a look at him that would have made the proud young woman embarrassed to her core. Her eyes were so expressive, tell him something totally different to the low sounds of womanly pleasure passing her lips. Her eyes were begging, openly and truthfully to him. He assumed she was trying to have him stop. But he continued, enjoying the light in them as she was slowly being swallowed by her body's overwhelming demands.

Her eyes closed, disappointing him for a brief moment before she let out a loud cry of pure carnal joy. The stiffen of her body gave way to a noticeable trembling that took hold of her entire body. Her exultation washed over his hand with an almost scalding feel to it. He held his hand still, cupping her as she thrashed through her first orgasm brought about by her Master.

Archibald felt rather proud of himself, able to excite the beautiful young woman to an incredible climax. His eyes closed for a moment, imagining pinning her to a mattress with himself also buried within her while she experienced another of those orgasms. He felt himself smiling warmly and broadly as he reopened his eyes to take in the glorious sight before him.

Tears fell from her eyes as she caught her breath and let her body come down from the high she just had. He removed his hand from her hot sex, moving himself around to squat in front of her again, his hand still firmly embedded in her hair.

"Master"

Archibald looked at her with an open look of surprise, quickly swamped by one of pleasure. She finally addressed him properly. The punishments he laid upon her could not make her use the word, but the touch of his hand did.

'Interesting.'

"please do not do that again, Master"

His voice conveyed his pleasure at her behaviour. "Please do not do what again, Slave? Many things have happened to you recently, I am not sure what you are referring to precisely. I can not promise that your request will be granted, as there are some things that you are here for, and you will perform those tasks.

"But I am not a monster, Slave. Not like those others you have seen. Have you thought about why I wanted someone with intelligence? Someone who was not broken? While I own you, and you are mine completely, I want to have someone around who will be good company as well as a good sex companion. It is all too easy to find someone who has not a single thought in their head, and only exists to take part in any sexual act their owner can think of." Archibald lowered her head allowing it to come to rest on the frame. He soothed some of her hair away from her face. Gentle fingers combed her hair, carefully clearing her face and allowing him full access to view it.

"You know another reason why I wanted an intelligent woman? I know that deep down, you are thinking of escaping and reclaiming your freedom. If you tell me otherwise, I will punish you because you would be lying to me. But, why would you want to escape? Returning to a world where you don't exist. Having to struggle each day just to survive with little to offer anyone else. You'd need to find shelter, food, clothing, some source of income. Not to mention protection from those who would simply put you into another form of slavery more vile than you have ever encountered. Alone, without help, and extremely more vulnerable than you are now.

"Where here, all of that and more are taken care of. You have shelter, food, clothing, no need for income. Your health care will be looked after by me. I am not going to demand your service every hour of the day, so you will have time for yourself. To discover hobbies you may like, to enjoy books, film or maybe crafts. Above all, you will be protected, though you may not see that.

"I have measures in place should you attempt to escape. You will not get very far, that I can assure you. Yes, you are in a gilded cage, but better that than a cage that is made of rusty barbed wire."

He leaned in closer, placing a soft kiss on her warm and wet cheek. "Again, Slave, tell your Master what is was that you would not like him to do to you again. Be specific, and explain why."

 

[RainingHeat]

Nine's head rested against the frame, tendrils of her long dark mane, damp, alight against her bare skin. Lips parted, her breathing deepening as her body slowly, ever so slowly, relaxed. The tip of her pink tongue slipped out to moisten those lips, but no words slipped past again, not at the moment. The one thing she could not bring herself to do was open her eyes and look into his. Her shame at her reaction was quite evident in the blush of her cheeks, and the slight quivering of her body, she was not about to cement that shame with the look in her eyes.

"Please do not do what again, Slave? Many things have happened to you recently, I am not sure what you are referring to precisely."

If she could have turned her head away from his voice, she would have. Was he making fun of her? Just to add to her shame?

"I can not promise that your request will be granted, as there are some things that you are here for, and you will perform those tasks.
But I am not a monster, Slave. Not like those others you have seen. Have you thought about why I wanted someone with intelligence? Someone who was not broken?"

"Don't" .... she finally whispered, halting his words for a moment. "Don't act as if you do not know what I am talking about, you are too smart for that" the words came in hushed gasps, but grew stronger as her body recovered from it's enormous high. "I do not .........." she paused before continuing "I do not want pleasure, that is forced upon me, and then taken from me" her eyes opening finally. "And no, I have not considered why you decided that it was better to own someone you can torment because she understands what is happening to her, than to own a stupid whore who wants nothing more than to eat and fuck and bow before you"

She was pushing again. But her climax had lowered her defenses, and the words were free flowing at the moment.

"that, makes you more of a monster"

THAT did slip out, without thought. It was a jab at him, meant to convey how frustrated and ashamed she felt at what he was able to do to her with nothing more than a simple touch. Nine was afraid of exactly this, a Man, whether that be a Master, a Lover, who could control her like this. Controlling her emotions was tandamount to controlling her thoughts, her dreams, her soul. And Nine was determined to NOT let that happen. She would not let someone abuse her like that again, like her grandfather had done. Professing love, showing love, allowing her pleasure, and then taking it away, leaving her alone, scared, unwanted. NO, that would not happen to Nine again!!!!

She listened to his words, again closing her eyes. She was awaiting that strike, that punishment, for insulting him, and calling him more than a monster. Her body had tightened once again, tensed, but the strike did not come, not yet at least.

"Yes, you are in a gilded cage, but better that than a cage that is made of rusty barbed wire."

That statement opened her eyes, and she actually lifted her head.

"Again, Slave, tell your Master what is was that you would not like him to do to you again. Be specific, and explain why."

If she could have reached out and slapped him, she would have, as her cheeks colored in shame once more.

"A cage is a cage, whether gilded, gold or otherwise" her voice was nearly snarling, the defenses were back up, she was pushing, yet again.

"You, you want to know?" taking a deep, calming breath "please" the word came thru tight lips "do not take pleasure from me that is not earned, nor gifted to you" She was not going to elaborate any further. She was not going to let him in any more than he had already gotten. Oh and he had gotten in, just the small fact that she had uttered that word, Master, and the begging look in her eyes. Nine knew, if he controlled her pleasure, if she found that she "wanted" him, or worse, "needed" him, that would make her nothing more than a weak, simple minded, useless whore. Just like so many other slaves. She would not want him, she would not need him. It was that simple. That way he could not use her up and leave her, abandon her, leaving her unwanted and hopeless, yet again.

Nine laid her head back to the frame she was restrained to. She was near tears, to be honest, exhausted, her backside hurt, and she was scared, very scared, even tho she would not admit that. She prayed, silently, that he would just beat her again and be done with it. What she did not want was to be touched again, to have her pleasure ripped from her grasp again.

 

[marauder13]

He was starting to see that there was more to this woman that met the eye. For him, this was a good thing. There was more about her to learn about, to discover and uncover. She would not give everything over to him as he requested it. He would have to work for it. That excited him.Too many thought in the short term. Thinking of the immediate pleasures to be gained, only to loose interest later. With this one, there would be pleasures to be had for years and years. Almost like a bonsai; slow, careful tending until the final beauty was fully revealed.

She finally broke his thoughts with her soft voice.

"Don't .... Don't act as if you do not know what I am talking about, you are too smart for that. I do not .......... I do not want pleasure, that is forced upon me, and then taken from me. And no, I have not considered why you decided that it was better to own someone you can torment because she understands what is happening to her, than to own a stupid whore who wants nothing more than to eat and fuck and bow before you."

Her eyes opened, the light within them growing again. The same fire came through in her words more and more. He found her alluring, sexy, desirable as she found herself again.

"that, makes you more of a monster."

He chose to ignore that verbal jab as he continued telling her about her situation. She had closed her eyes while he finished talking, though towards the end, her eyes opened again, and her head raised to lock him with her potent stare.

"A cage is a cage, whether gilded, gold or otherwise."

The Panther had returned in its full fury. Archibald knew that if she had the chance, she would strike him as viciously as she could. Again, he could do little but admire her beauty at that point.

"You, you want to know? please do not take pleasure from me that is not earned, nor gifted to you"

Once more her head returned to rest on the frame, her hair again falling to cover her face. The hand that was free of her slowly drying arousal returned to her raven locks, lifting them tenderly from covering her face, combing the stray strands back behind her ear so he could see her face.

"As I said, Slave, I wanted an intelligent woman so I would have someone that would make good company. As attractive as your are, we would not be having sex every time we came together. I also want someone that I can talk with. Someone who can hold a conversation. I also sought an intelligent woman who would be able to adapt to her new life, and see what benefits I could provide to someone who understood what was happening.

"Now, you have a strong will, which is why you made it through your time with Miss Mornington. You never surrendered to her, and what nastiness she inflicted on you and those like you. Do I expect you to surrender to me? No. Submit to me? Yes, eventually. But right now? No. I have much to learn about you, as you have to learn about me."

He continued to soothe her hair, running his fingers through the sweat soaked curtain of night that he found so fitting for her. He could not see her with any other hair colour and so saw no reason to have it changed. Neither would he be sending her to have her body altered from what it was. Nature, genetics, whatever, had done a far better job than any person could do, or improve on from his perspective.

"I did find your request concerning pleasuring you to be rather interesting. Tell me, how would I earn the right to do that to you? How would I be worthy of receiving such a gift from you?"

He leant in close, giving her another tender kiss to her cheek while his hand continued to move through her hair slowly and softly. "Why, Slave, did pleasure scare you more than the pain of your punishment hurt you? Is it that you want to become a pain slut, or is there something about receiving pleasure that you feel is wrong? Perhaps bad?"

He changed the positioning of his head so he was looking at her face to face, their faces aligned. "Remember, Slave. You have few opportunities to exercise choice. When they are presented to you, use them, and use them wisely. There is one person here that ultimately controls how much you suffer. That is you. Keep that in mind, and your life will be a whole lot better for you."

 

[RainingHeat]

Nine carefully, very carefully, listened to his words. The stroking of his fingers into and thru her long hair, still damp from her "exertions" was distracting, and not in a bad way. It felt GOOD, and Nine wanted to relax to that gentle touch, but she did not, not yet anyway.

I wanted an intelligent woman so I would have someone that would make good company.
I also sought an intelligent woman who would be able to adapt to her new life, and see what benefits I could provide to someone who understood what was happening.

Now, you have a strong will, which is why you made it through your time with Miss Mornington. You never surrendered to her, and what nastiness she inflicted on you and those like you. Do I expect you to surrender to me? No. Submit to me? Yes, eventually. But right now? No. I have much to learn about you, as you have to learn about me.

It baffled Nine, and then infuriated her, that he desired an intelligent girl, who understood what was happening to her. Why? So he could torment her with that small fact? That was how she saw it, and that was the look that flashed in her dark eyes when she opened them to his words.

No longer did she find the stroking of his fingers relaxing.

"You desire an intelligent sl..... girl" she halted saying the word slave. "An intelligent girl, who understands the despair she is in, who understands the punishments she will get, instead of wallowing in it, as some of the others would. Why? I don't believe for a moment it is for conversation. You could have that with any number of free woman, given your looks, and your wealth. So don't feed me that lie. You do not want me to lie to you, afford me the same courtesy"

Her voice was certainly tired, worn, but did not stagger or stammer.

"I may be forced to surrender" Nine was not stupid, she knew who was in control. "but I will not submit" She paused, calculating her words carefully... "surrendering can be forced, but submission is a gift that can only be given, and it is not a gift I ever plan on giving to anyone" she had taken on that familiar snarl. He wanted the truth, he was going to get it.

I did find your request concerning pleasuring you to be rather interesting. Tell me, how would I earn the right to do that to you? How would I be worthy of receiving such a gift from you?"

Why, Slave, did pleasure scare you more than the pain of your punishment hurt you? Is it that you want to become a pain slut, or is there something about receiving pleasure that you feel is wrong? Perhaps bad?

This surprised Nine, utterly surprised her. Well, first of all, when he leaned in to brush her still flushed cheek with his lips in a sweet, tender kiss, she tensed. If she had been able to move, she may have turned away, but in reality, it felt..... good. It was gentle, almost loving. But what really shocked her was his statement, about pleasure, pain, and his "assessment" of her. Was it because he was a man, and men and women, ultimately see sex, pleasure, and love, on totally different terms and levels? Was it because he was a Dominant? Was he really that, well, blind, to it? Was it because he, like her, had never been "loved"?

"I am NOT a pain slut" she growled. Just that term disgusted her. "I do not desire pain, nor do I seek it out" She was not about to explain that it was easier to control pain than it was pleasure.

"But, I would rather have you, inflict pain on me, than to rip away my pleasure from me" her eyes met his, as he faced her.

"pleasure is mine to give, not yours to take"

"only one I love, deserves that..... " the words slipped out. And the minute they did, she wished she had not said anything. She should have kept her mouth shut at that, that small answer opened her up just a bit too much. It was the exhaustion, and fear, even tho she hid it well, that was getting the best of her. That and the slow stroking thru her hair, which he had not ceased. His face was so close to hers now, she could feel the warmth of his breath.

Remember, Slave. You have few opportunities to exercise choice. When they are presented to you, use them, and use them wisely. There is one person here that ultimately controls how much you suffer. That is you. Keep that in mind, and your life will be a whole lot better for you.

Her eyes were locked on his... "I control nothing, and you and I both know that, so let's just stop fooling ourselves. You are right, going with you was a better situation than remaining with Miss M at the stables. I knew my time was running out there. Maybe I used you, to get out of there, instead of you choosing me. But in the end, you made the choice, not me. If I ever gain my freedom, no one will ever tell me what to do again, not in any way, shape, or form. I would rather live free on the street, where all choices are mine, than in your gilded cage, where you can take, and take, and take from me, where you can use me until you tire of me, and then throw me away she stopped there. She hated when she said too much.

"I care not what you choose to do with me" She was trying to put up that wall around herself again.

Inside, she hoped it would not be any more "pleasure". "Please just let it be punishment, so I can shut myself down" her own voice whispered in her head.

 

[marauder13]

Archibald let his Slave speak her mind. When her fire was up, the truth came out. Whatever she tried to hide was carried forth on the hot winds created by that impressive flame buried within her. Her willpower was immense, and her ability to command it was superb. She wrapped her beliefs in it, a solid wall of steel that resisted her tormentor's assaults.

"You do not want me to lie to you, afford me the same courtesy"

That caught his attention. Lie to her? He had not lied to her. Since she seemed to be too caught up in her own vision of how things were, he needed to open her eyes.

One day, she would come to realize just how beautiful she was, and much much she warmed him when she turned her eyes on his. The subtle shades of brown that revealed themselves to him, and how they changed when her fire burned hot. Those dark pools of warmth that enticed him to go deeper, to see what secrets were held within. Challenging him to find the courage to brave what was there, and reward him beyond his dreams should he hold out.

"pleasure is mine to give, not yours to take. only one I love, deserves that..... "

All neutrality went from his face, leaving only a look of compassion. It was starting to become clearer to him why she fought as she did. Someone close to her did this, and it cut her deeply. She fought not to keep from feeling pleasure, she fought to remain alone. Still, her eyes remained steadfastly locked on his.

"I control nothing, and you and I both know that, so let's just stop fooling ourselves. You are right, going with you was a better situation than remaining with Miss M at the stables. I knew my time was running out there. Maybe I used you, to get out of there, instead of you choosing me. But in the end, you made the choice, not me. If I ever gain my freedom, no one will ever tell me what to do again, not in any way, shape, or form. I would rather live free on the street, where all choices are mine, than in your gilded cage, where you can take, and take, and take from me, where you can use me until you tire of me, and then throw me away. I care not what you choose to do with me."

Archibald stood up, releasing the collar around her neck, letting it fall and hang by it's chain. He let her wrists free soon after, then sat on the floor before her. He took a deep breath, releasing it slowly, evenly until there was no more air his lungs would release.

"You claim that I am lying to you. I have not lied to you, Slave. Since I was old enough to know what happened between a man and a woman, I also knew that people were still owned by people. Those owned, most of them anyway, served their owners doing whatever was desired of them. I wanted that. I knew given my background that there would be women clamouring to be with me, to have everything that came with my position - money, power, protection, prestige. They would give up almost anything to achieve it too. But would they be doing that only to serve their needs, not mine." He soothed her hair once more, again clearing her face of her hair.

"That is the main reason for wanting a slave. I have also seen what happens to the broken ones. Their owners rejoice at the fun they gain from such creatures, but within a year, they are bored with them, and seeking something new. They will not go for the ones like you, because you are hard work. You are someone for the long term, Slave. I'll have you for decades, if not a lifetime. I am not looking for something disposable. I am after something that will last. An intelligent woman is someone who will last.

"You, being a Slave, have nothing. You would appreciate what I can offer you more than a woman who had something before joining me. Is your life going to be easy? A paradise? Maybe, Maybe not. That, Slave, is the one thing I can't control. That is what YOU control. You want to be free? Fine, go and live in the dishonest freedom you so eagerly crave. You will not last long before you are somewhere worse than here. You will end up with someone who will make sure you have no choices at all, show you that you have no choices, and make you exist in a way that makes Miss M's stables look like luxury.

"Everyone is told what they can and can not do. That is what society does to everyone. There are rules that can not be broken by anyone. But then, some of us are lucky enough to have rules that do not apply to us. You are lucky in your own way. You do well, and the rules will change to allow you more options."

He stood up and walked over to a small sink, and washed his hands quickly and efficiently. He returned to where his slave was secured, freeing her of her final bonds. He let his hands rest on her shoulders for a few seconds before he gently and firmly guided her to standing up. He turned her around, cupping her chin to make her face him.

"Yes, I control a lot of what you can do. I do not have to allow you to choose anything. I do so because I want you to see that I am not a complete monster. In time, I hope that you will see me as different, better than they are. But I will not lie to you about this one aspect. Only you, Slave, can choose how much you suffer. If you behave the way I want you to behave, then you will suffer less. If you do not, then you will suffer more. Your choice, Slave, not mine."

His arms encircled her, holding her firmly against him. He let himself relax a little, letting her rest against a softer version of his body. He let his eyes drift to a cat like close as he enjoyed the truly feminine body pressed against his. He had no doubts in his mind that she would be his Slave, one for a long time. She was just what he needed, not just in a slave, but in a woman too.