Sold and Bought

[RainingHeat]

She was exhausted, completely exhausted, emotionally and physically. So surely she was dreaming now. Surely she had fallen asleep, perhaps still strapped to his rack, but she had to be asleep. She had to be dreaming that he had actually released the collar from about her throat, and the cuffs that bound her wrists.

Was she dreaming?

Nine listened, and listened quite carefully as he sat before her and spoke. Spoke to her as a living, breathing, human being, not cattle, not a dog, not a moron, but as an human being.

She was not dreaming.

She listened, closing her eyes so that she could concentrate on his words. In her tired state, she wanted to make sure she understood what he was telling her. Truth be told, this was the most anyone, outside of another slave, had spoken to her since she could remember.

When he stood, she again opened her eyes. Normally, even tho half free'd, she would expect the strike of something, a crop, switch, whip, once he got up, but this time, she did not tense, but instead remained relaxed. She heard his heavy footsteps, the sound of running water. Nine did not turn her head to see what he was doing, but knew when he again approached. Her body did stiffen, it was habit, but no strike came, no pain thundered thru her. Instead, he released her from the remaining bindings.

Nine was actually a bit confused. She knew she had pushed him. She had spoken her mind, she had told him what she thought, hell she had called him a monster. Most Owners, by now, would have stuffed a ball gag in her mouth and beat her until she passed out. He easily could have done that, but he had not.

He .... was different.

Suddenly, Nine didn't trust what was happening. How could she control anything if he did not "play by the rules?"But her mind and body were too fatigued to contemplate that any further, at least right now. She filed it away for now. It was something she needed to keep in mind, if she were ever going to break away from him and be free.

His touch to her shoulders, he guiding her to her feet, and she was a bit unsteady, and the gentle, oh so gentle cupping of her chin. Her eyes raised to meet his. It was clear she was tired, but, altho faded, the spark was still there.

"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."

Nine was completely confused when he drew her into an embrace. He was not clutching her like a possession, he was not groping her like a fiend, he was not saying or doing anything lurid or even remotely sexual. He was holding her, and Nine, having not been held like this since she could even remember, responded, leaning her naked, lithe, slightly trembling form into the strength that was his. A long, deep sigh, brought on by all that she had been thru this day, and perhaps many days, slipped past her lips. Her arms wrapped about him, she letting her body relax further. She could fall asleep right here, that was how tired and drained she was.

"I have a name" she said softly, against his chest. She could not remember her given name. Upon her sale to the stables, Miss M and several of her hired thugs, had worked, worked meaning beat, deprived, brain washed, her into forgetting her name. It was buried deep inside her mind, but as hard as Nine tried, she could not retrieve it. Those first weeks in the stables were something Nine refused to remember, the events had been to horrifying to the young, innocent girl. They had come so close to breaking her, hell they had come close to killing her, and the remnants of those first days could still be seen on her skin, and in her eyes, if one looked. The one thing that was obvious, but that she had managed to keep hidden from her now Owner, when she crossed her legs while in the "Sampling" room, was the number 9 that was branded upon her inner thigh. It was small, and Nine either could not or would not, recall that night when she was marked. But, Nine was a better name than Slave.

"I am called Nine, please do not call me by that other word"

The warmth of her breath slowly slid past her lips, moving lightly against his chest. She did not move nor tense when she spoke this time. She was merely stating a face, and he had not punished her for speaking before, she did not believe he would do so now, for just stating that she had a name and preferred to be called by it.

But, it was that small spark that was her, still shining thru.

 

[marauder13]

Archibald liked the way she didn't resist his embrace. She leant into him, relaxed. She felt good against him like that. He sensed that there was a delight in the action that ran deeper than any free woman would have experienced. That was another reason for owning a woman. When the kindness was shown, it was appreciated more thoroughly because it was so deprived prior to her coming into his possession.

He still viewed her as a person. Yes, she was owned. He controlled her life to a degree higher than anyone else, but she was still a person. She had thoughts, opinions, feelings. She was learning that she could speak those things, openly and honestly, without fear of punishment. That is what he wanted from her. Without that honesty, he would not know how much she had changed and adjusted to her new life. It was his desire that she come to like what he offered her, what he tasked of her. He was finding himself liking her. Not just the beauty that he could see. He liked the entire woman. Her fire, her intelligence. The entire package. She would take a lot of effort to wear down the rough edges, but in the end, it would be worth it, and she would understand too.

"I have a name."

His eyes glanced to the top of her head, his own shaking softly. 'You had a name.'

"I am called Nine, please do not call me by that other word."

He felt her release her breath. She remained relaxed, rather than tensing in prelude to some punishment. Again, she spoke honestly, stating facts and opinions in a manner that he wanted her to do. He smiled as he released her from his embrace, guiding her head back enough to allow his lips to find hers.

He slowed before making contact, letting her feel the heat and proximity between the gusts of breath from his nose. The initial contact was a fleeting brush across under her cupid's bow. A slight pause, then another longer contact. His lips pressed against hers. He felt her warm, soft flesh beneath his and let let a soft sigh escape. His lips peeled from hers as he pulled away, content with that first exchange with her.

"Thank you for remembering that I like to hear you speaking truthfully." His left hand combed her hair from her cheek, over her ear and down through her tresses. When his hand reached her neck, it clamped hard, pushed her forward, bending her in half. His other hand snatched up the paddle, and ruthlessly applied it to her arse twice.

"But you disappointed me by forgetting to address me properly." Still holding her by the back of her neck, he led her roughly towards the one mostly vacant wall of the room. He bent her upright, spun her around and pushed her flat against it with his hand firmly around her throat. He leant in, using his body to pin her more securely as he tightened his grip. His right hand easily found her cunt, easily finding the weak point at the top. Without mercy, he applied the knowledge he gained from his previous time pleasing her to have his finger dance about the sensitive ball of nerve endings. He took her part the way to her pinnacle, then left her plateaued while she spoke to her.

"You were called Nine by Miss Mornington. Do you want that to carry through for the rest of your days? No. You had a name before she got you, but that name is gone. She is no longer your owner, and her choice of names leaves a lot to be desired. You will have a name more fitting the woman that you are. Until then, you are simply Slave, or Girl. You are not Nine anymore. She ceased to be the moment you were bundled up to come out here." He let his fingers move a little more, carrying her a little higher. "Remember, address me as Master. Behave well and do as you're told. Obey rules, and you will suffer less and less."

His grip tightened further, allowing her just enough air to remain conscious as he resumed taking her back to her heights of carnal joy. When she finally reached her climax, he loosened his grip enough to allow her to breath normally.

 

[RainingHeat]

His kiss was a bit of a surprise, it certainly was not expected. For a brief instant, Nine tensed at the feeling of his lips. Kissing was intimate, very intimate, and it wasn't that Nine didn't enjoy kissing, it was that she was woefully inexperienced in kissing. Most of the time, the majority of the time, the Buyers in the stables did not kiss. They were not interested in kissing. Kissing was romantic. Kissing was soft and gentle. Kissing was, well, intimate. They, the Buyers, wanted sex, and that was entirely different.

So kissing was not something that Nine had practiced at, or even done on a regular basis. Any kissing that she had done, had been with the other slave girls at the stables. Every so often, if left together, and seeking comfort, the slave girls would seek pleasure with each other. For Nine, it never went beyond the occasional kiss.

So yes, she was quite inexperienced.

Her own lips parted slightly at his touch, a low sound slipping past. His breath was warm, his touch soft, soothing, and the feeling of his body against her own.................

Wait... WAIT... Nine's mind came alive. This was intimate, and pleasurable. And much too close. She could not let herself get drawn into this, she could not let herself enjoy this, NO NO NO NO, that would be opening up to him, NO!!!!!

She was about to push him away, her hands having moved to rest on this broad chest, when he broke contact, pulling back as he spoke.

"Thank you for remembering that I like to hear you speaking truthfully."

His hand slowly slid into her long, dark hair. Nine liked that particular sensation, she didn't want to like it, but she did, evidenced by the soft purr that slipped past her lips. That is, until his hand clamped at the back of her neck, turning that low purring sound into a yelp of surprise.

Pushed forward, the paddle, when had he picked that back up? She was going to have to be more observant, struck her already tender backside again. This one hurt, because she was caught completely off guard, and the pain raced thru her, causing her to cry out.

"But you disappointed me by forgetting to address me properly."

Nine found herself then pinned to the wall. It all happened so fast, she had lost all control, or what little she tried to have. Just her cry out at the strike of the paddle proved that small point. His hand pressed to her throat, she found herself struggling to breathe. But what was worse, was his other hand, which had dropped the paddle and was again between her legs, stroking at her still wet pussy.

"no... Noooooo" the words quivered past her lips, her eyes rolling upwards as she tried valiantly to fight what was happening, again. "ahhhhh" a sharp intake of breath told him that he had found her clit, that oh so sensative clit. Squirming between the wall and his heavy frame pressed into her, his breath warm against her skin, his fingers caressing, the wetness of her pussy flowing once more, heated, slick, dripping. Nine knew better than to try and hit him, kick him, or even push him away. She did not have enough play in movement to even do that, he was bigger, taller, and heavier than her, and had her quite nicely trapped against that wall. Her only movement was the undulation of her body as he played with her. Teasing her. For Nine, this was punishment!!!

She was gasping now, as the heat he created raced thru her veins. Her heart thundering, pounding, her voice a low keening moan. She wanted to beg him to stop, but she had enough control to NOT beg. Not yet at least.

Instead, he paused on his own, and Nine took a deep, cleansing breath, as much as she could with the pressure of his hand still wrapped about her neck, hoping that would be it, that he would leave her be, at least for a little while.

"You were called Nine by Miss Mornington. Do you want that to carry through for the rest of your days? No. You had a name before she got you, but that name is gone. She is no longer your owner, and her choice of names leaves a lot to be desired. You will have a name more fitting the woman that you are. Until then, you are simply Slave, or Girl. You are not Nine anymore. She ceased to be the moment you were bundled up to come out here."

"then call me Girl" she said, meeting his gaze, his grip on her throat tight, but allowing just enough air thru. Her voice was ragged, raspy, but again, she dared not even try to break free. She had a feeling that if she did, if she kicked, or clawed, or tried to, she would be pushing him a bit to far, and Nine was not ready to be beaten to death, or choked to death.

Having been given this small respite, Nine was trying to regain some control over herself.

"Call me Girl"

His fingers began to move again. She bit at her lower lip, trying to stay in control, trying to stay silent, but she could not and again, her moaning, weakened a bit, started. She moved against the wall and him, without thought, undulating, shuddering as much as she could in her confines of his body and that hard wall.

"Remember, address me as Master. Behave well and do as you're told. Obey rules, and you will suffer less and less."

"MMMMMasterrr" the word mingled with a low groan, one of shame and pleasure as her body betrayed her again and again. The wetness, her internal moisture, drenching his fingers, the fire cascading thru her once more. This climax came a bit faster, given she was already sensative, and crashed thru her. She shook against the wall, the world seeming to spin around her. The flood of her inner essence spilling out once more. So lost in the orgasm, she did not even realize he had loosened his grasp about her throat, allowing her to gulp in the air she needed, her chest vibrating as she deeply gasped. Nine, in her cumming and exhaustion, collapsed against him, unable to remain on her feet without his help. If he pulled back now, she would have fallen to the floor at his feet.

Perhaps, that is what he wanted all along.

 

[marauder13]

This young woman, this Slave he had bought merely hours before, shone so brightly in her pleasure. The fullest effects of her orgasm made her more alluring, attractive, desirable and beautiful in his eyes. The shade of her cheeks, the deepness of the red of her lips. He felt the faintest signs of her rigid nipples through his clothing while his hand was bathed in outpouring of her climax. He felt so pleased that he had brought this out in her, even with her fight to prevent what was such a glorious spectacle.

The way she fell against him, he knew she was worn out by her fights, and her pleasures. There was some reason she held herself in tight control over allowing herself to enjoy what he did for her. He would discover that reason, and neutralize it. He wanted her to enjoy the pleasures of her own body, and the joys she would share with him when he took her. That was something she would have no choice over at all. She would, however, choose how long it took for her to reach that point.

He moved his arms to support his Slave, so she didn't fall onto the floor. His drenched hand slid behind her back, while his other went under her firm arse easily lifting her up. He walked to a comfortable chair in one corner of the room, sitting down with her curled up on his lap. Once settled, he held her close to his body, kissing her forehead as she soothed her hair again.

"Slave, you are an intelligent woman. You know some of what is going to happen to you. Why fight it? Why suffer? Why deny yourself the pleasure that you definitely feel when I give it too you? Not just the sexual pleasure, but any pleasure? I know you like this, feeling my hand through your hair. I like it too. When we get it clean again, it will feel so wonderful sliding past my fingers. And what of the kiss? Hmmm?" He removed his hand from her hair, gently cupping her chin. He guided her face to allow him to repeat the simple kiss they had before. Lips brushing lips before the gentle press, savouring the taste and feel of them before letting them part. "I enjoy kissing you, Slave. You have such lovely lips that feel delightful pressed against my own. In time, you will feel my lips against other parts of you, as you will feel your lips against other parts of myself." His hand returned to soothing her hair. He was aware that he was aroused by having her in his lap, but he didn't care about that. Neither did he care if she felt his arousal.

He spent about ten minutes gently soothing her hair, kissing her forehead and rocking them gently in the chair all the while nursing her exhausted body. He made no moves on her naked self, simply enjoying the close company of the beautiful young woman. When she stopped rocking, he again guided her mouth to his for another gentle kiss.

"Time for you to go to sleep, Slave. You have had a very busy day, and tomorrow will probably be just as hectic for you. I hope it wont be, but then that will be up to you." Still cradling her in his arms, he lifted her from the chair, heading toward a door that he had not used. He passed a set of stairs and took her to another door directly opposite the door they had come through. He easily opened the door, then turned on the lights from outside the room.

Inside there was a thin mattress, along with a meagre blanket against the far wall. Embedded into the wall low to the floor was a collar on a short chain near one end of the mattress. There were no windows, no other furniture in the room. Archibald walked to the mattress, laying his Slave down with her head near the collar. Without pause, he locked the collar around her neck. The chain had enough slack to allow her to lie flat on the floor, and would allow her to get onto her hands and knees with a little slack leftover.

"I was going to let you sleep in your own bedroom, but you seem to need to be reminded of your status rather than using her intelligence and remembering it by yourself. This room has only one light source, and I will turn that off when I leave so you can sleep properly. It is well sound proofed so nothing will disturb your sleep either. Sleep well, Slave. Remember, greet your Master properly in the morning."

Archibald stood up and walked out, closing the door behind him without any outward signs of thinking of his Slave. Anything could be further from the truth. He was indeed disappointed with her willingness to fight him, particularly after she begged for him to take her away. He chuckled to himself softly. He hadn't expected her to be willfully submitting to him either, but he thought she would be accommodating of the few rules he had impressed upon her. He tried to visualize in his minds eye how she would have looked seeing him cook for them both, and have her eat at the table with him, treating her like a person again. And how she would have reacted to see the room he had prepared for her to sleep in while she was not sharing his bed.

"There are many freedoms she will have in return for the many services and tasks she will perform. Many benefits too. Still, the Slave can't be blamed for reacting to perceptions that she has been conditioned to. I sincerely hope that she is smart enough to take in what is going on in her new environment, and take advantage of what is being offered."

He walked back through the way he had led her on the upper floor, continuing around until he reached his bedroom. He quickly stripped, walking into the ensuite to wash his hands of her enticing perfume. He went to bed rock hard, visions of his time with her running through his head, gleaning every piece of knowledge of her from what he experienced. By the time his dreams took over from his memories, he had more than enough information to help him better guide her. His dreams were planning sessions of how various activities could go with her, leaving him moaning and groaning in his sleep.

 

[RainingHeat]

Exhausted was not the word. Nine was drained, physically and emotionally. Maybe she had made a mistake, actually begging him to take her from the stables. It was easy, usually, to remain in some semblance of control at the stables, but one on one, this was not as easy as Nine had envisioned it to be. And this was only the first few hours.

The thin mattress and meager blanket felt divine to Nine, given her condition of the moment. Most of the time, in the stables, all that was offered were blankets, no mattress, no pillow, at least for her. Nine had grown used to sleeping on the floor. This mattress was not much better, but it was something. She lay there, in the all encompassing darkness, an despite the fact that her body was screaming for sleep, her mind, her mind had other ideas.

She heard his words, again, as she lay there, eyes wide open.

"Slave, you are an intelligent woman. You know some of what is going to happen to you. Why fight it? Why suffer? Why deny yourself the pleasure that you definitely feel when I give it too you? Not just the sexual pleasure, but any pleasure? I know you like this, feeling my hand through your hair. I like it too. When we get it clean again, it will feel so wonderful sliding past my fingers. And what of the kiss? Hmmm?" I enjoy kissing you, Slave. You have such lovely lips that feel delightful pressed against my own. In time, you will feel my lips against other parts of you, as you will feel your lips against other parts of myself."

She shuddered slightly, the tip of her pink tongue slipping out to massage her own lips. His kiss had felt gentle, soothing, and almost, almost, protective? Or maybe loving? It was not the hungry kiss of a Dominant, or a horny man for that matter. Loving? That word kept reappearing in her head. Loving?

And then, then he had held her in his arms, across his lap, again the gesture far from a groping, disgusting, sex crazed male that she was so used to seeing with the Buyers. His strong fingers, able to easily cut off her air when wrapped about her throat, now so very languidly stroking slowly thru her hair, felt good, felt comforting to Nine.

No, NO NO NO. No comfort. NO Loving!!! NO!! Her mind screamed at her.

Remember, remember what the rest of his words said!!!!

"In time, you will feel my lips against other parts of you, as you will feel your lips against other parts of myself."

Sex, Pleasure. It always came back to that. HIS sex. HIS pleasure. HIM taking it from her. Ripping it from her. NO, NO NO NO. She would NOT let that happen. Pleasure lead to Feelings, Feelings lead to Trust, Trust lead to Love. THAT was not going to happen!! NO!! It would only lead to her being torn apart, and left alone!!! NO!! Maybe she would be better off alone, yes, she would. But on her OWN terms, NOT his, NOT Miss M's.

Wrapping her arms about herself, she let the tears slowly glide from her eyes. It was really more of an emotional stress release than sadness. She had to let that stress out, that stress of trying to keep some control over her life, over her emotions, over her feelings, as best as she could.

It was really the only control she had. She was not going to give it up easily!

"Sleep well, Slave. Remember, greet your Master properly in the morning."

GOD, she hated those words. Slave and Master. It, to Nine, was tandamount of calling her Nothing and him, Everything. She had a name, DAMNIT.. Even if she hated the name Nine, it was her. HER!!! If only her tortured mind could remember her given name, but then again, that was from a life that was gone, that was torn away from her so viciously. Why would she want to remember that name. Nine was better than that. Nine was who she was. NOT slave. NINE, the handful, Nine, the girl who drive Miss M crazy, Nine, the girl the others often looked up to because she was so strong and so determined. NINE!!!

But, she knew that was a battle she was not going to win.

"Pick your battles Nine, pick your battles." She would do as he.... asked.... as he... commanded, just so he would not subject her again to touching her, to bringing her to climax, again. She was ashamed enough that he had done that so easily and she was unable to control it.

Sleep finally claimed her, her breathing deepening, the day's events fading into her dreams. So exhausted was she that dreams actually did not come, which, when she awoke, still in the darkness, Nine was grateful for. She did not want to relive what he had so easily done to her. She reached up and touched the collar that claimed her neck, following the links of the chain to where it clamped to the hook in the wall. Chained, like an animal. He was no different, she thought. He was just the same "Wolf" , but in better "sheeps clothing"

 

[marauder13]

Archibald woke up to the sound of his alarm telling him that it was 6:30AM. He felt refreshed, as well as rather aroused. He remembered dreaming about what he would do with his Slave, eventually. He shivered slightly as the thoughts sent a mild jolt down his spine.

"Calm down, old boy. She's not ready for that yet. Well, not ready enough." He dragged himself out of bed, and walked into the private shower. He took his time washing himself, wondering at what point it would be safe to have her washing him. He thought about it a little, before putting it aside and continuing with his own tasks. Finally clean, he dried himself off, and dressed rather casually. He put on high class track pants, and a well worn polo shirt, and made his way to the kitchen that he dragged his Slave through on her way to the play room. He set about cooking their breakfast, as well as getting some tea brewing. There was a small table and chairs for two people, and he had the table set for them while he continued to prepare the food. The smell of the cooking sausages, bacon, eggs and hash browns made his stomach complain loudly about the lack of food. Her turned off the heat, covering the various pans, and made his way to his Slave's current bedroom.

He turned on the light before he opened the door. He walked across to where she was lying. He felt a pang of guilt forcing her to lie chained to the wall on a thin mattress, but she needed to learn about the rules of his house.

"Good morning, Slave." He squatted down and unlocked her collar. He soothed her hair away from her face, allowing him to once more look upon it. He smiled warmly, acknowledging that physically, she was definitely a good looking young woman, and one who would mature quite well over the following years.

"It is time for all good girls to get out of bed, and come and have breakfast. I know you must be quite hungry, so there is plenty of food for you. But, before you do have your breakfast, Slave, you need to greet me, and greet me properly."

As he waited, he hoped that she would greet him properly, allowing them both to go straight to having breakfast, rather than being delayed in the playroom while she was punished. If she was punished, she would still get to have her breakfast, as if she greeted him properly, though it would take that something special away from it. She was no longer in Miss Mornington's care. She would be treated a great deal better, as long as she remained disciplined. He still needed to unlock her aversion to being pleasured, and he gave that some minor thought while his Slave finally stirred into wakefulness.

 

[RainingHeat]

The light flicked on just as her fingers had found the hook in the wall, just as the Wolf and Sheep's Clothing thoughts had whispered in her mind. The sound of the lock followed, and Nine, quickly closed her eyes once more. She did not want him to think that she was eagerly awaiting him. She wasn't. She never would. It was that simple.

She did not stir when she felt and heard his footfalls come toward her, the sensation of him being so close, the feeling of him freeing her of the collar. She remained stilled, her mind wildly processing a hundred different thoughts.

It was the smell of food, bacon, eggs, that slowly permeated the room that interrupted her thoughts and caused her to finally give up the game of sleeping.

"Good morning, Slave."

"It is time for all good girls to get out of bed, and come and have breakfast. I know you must be quite hungry, so there is plenty of food for you. But, before you do have your breakfast, Slave, you need to greet me, and greet me properly."

Nine cringed at that word, but said nothing. She was going to have to get used to it.

"Pick your battles Nine, pick your battles" the words played over and over in her mind.

As he stepped back, Nine stirred. She rose no further than to her hands and knees, tendrils of her long, ebon hair, falling forward. Her movements were deliberate, feline, as she slowly crawled across the cold floor to his feet. Lowering her head, her hips and backside lifting, if one were behind, her pinkened pussy lips hiding that dark tight opening, would clearly be visible.

The touch of her lips, feeling as a brush of warm, slightly moist silk, caressed each foot and when she spoke, the heat of her breath bathed the skin of those bared feet.

"good morning......" she paused, hesitated. It was clear, so clear, that the word did not want to come out, that Nine had to almost fight with herself to get it to slip past and be vocal.

"Master"

She rested there, not moving until permission were given, whether that were a command, a kick or the tangling of fingers into her hair.

 

[marauder13]

When on all fours, her movements put every feline to shame. The sensual grace she exhibited went beyond training. It was a natural element of who she was, and the training merely brought it out. She had been trained that greetings were given in a very specific manner, which he found to be too degrading for his personal tastes. Even if he enjoyed seeing the way her body showed off the excellent figure of her waist, hips and buttocks. Even if the delicate brush of her warm, silky lips across his feet sent waves of warmth up each leg. The main issue he had with it was he never saw her eyes as she greeted him.

"good morning...... Master"

The pause was long enough to be noticed for what it was. He knew of her reluctance to use that would, and to be referred to as Slave. It was going to be something that they would work on, because that defined their relationship perfectly. She would be instructed not to pause so long in future, lest there be consequences.

He was pleased to see her maintain her posture, waiting for some indication to move. He was by no means a sadist, because he had a good idea that such a pose would not be comfortable for her. So he didn't let her remain there for long.

"Stand up, Slave. That will be the last time you greet me in such a manner. Your verbal address is good, though the pause before actually addressing me needs to be worked on. I know your reticence in using the words 'Slave' and 'Master', but use them you will. Until you are instructed otherwise, you will stand, placing both hands behind your back, facing me. You will bow your head so your chin is as close to your chest as is comfortable until you are addressed. Then you will raise your head at look at me and verbally greet me.

"You are my slave, but you are also a person. No matter how visually appealing it may be to see you move close and kiss my feet, it is not something I desire to see you doing on a regular basis. It might be fun on occasion as part of something else, but as a formal greeting, no.

"Come with me. Our breakfast is waiting." Archibald turned and led Nine out of her cell, closing the door behind them, then led her through the playroom and into the kitchen on the other side. "Take a seat, Slave." Two places were set opposite each other on the table. Archibald quickly produced two jugs from the fridge, one full of water, the other orange juice. A tray stacked with sausages, bacon, eggs and hash browns was placed between them, along with a selection of sauces and other condiments. Finally, he brought over the pot of tea and settled himself into the other seat.

"Now, there are two informal rules regarding eating. Take what you eat, and eat what you take. Do not wait for me to start. Help yourself. In time, I hope that we will be able to share this task, the preparing of meals. I quite enjoy it myself, which is why I didn't command you to make it. That, and I honestly don't know if you have been taught now to cook or not." Archibald loaded his plate as he spoke, carrying on as if it was a normal everyday event to have a naked, attractive woman seated opposite from himself. "Now, today, we are going to spend some time getting to know each other a little more, as well as getting to understand what is going to happen, though that will be more for you than for me."

He paused to eat some of the food he got for himself. He felt so much better finally getting some food into his stomach. A few more mouthfuls followed, along with some juice. While he ate, he looked at Nine casually. Not looking at her like a Master looked at his Slave, but as a person looked at another person. His gaze did occasionally drift to her breasts, as well as other parts of her body that he could see, but he didn't stay focused on any one part for long before returning to her face. He kept eating while he spoke to her.

"I hope that you will behave well enough today to actually sleep in the room I have prepared for you, rather than where you slept last night. So, doing as you're told will almost guarantee you'll be in your proper bedroom tonight. Now, I'm sure you're tired of listening to me talk for the moment. Is there anything you want to know, ask about or say at this point? I'll let you know if anything is not up for discussion, but apart from that, anything else is far game."

 

[RainingHeat]

"Stand up, Slave. That will be the last time you greet me in such a manner. Your verbal address is good, though the pause before actually addressing me needs to be worked on. I know your reticence in using the words 'Slave' and 'Master', but use them you will. Until you are instructed otherwise, you will stand, placing both hands behind your back, facing me. You will bow your head so your chin is as close to your chest as is comfortable until you are addressed. Then you will raise your head at look at me and verbally greet me."

"You are my slave, but you are also a person. No matter how visually appealing it may be to see you move close and kiss my feet, it is not something I desire to see you doing on a regular basis. It might be fun on occasion as part of something else, but as a formal greeting, no.

Nine stood, carefully listening to his words. To be honest, she hated crawling around at someone's feet like an animal, so for her, this was much more preferable.

"yes................ Master" she quietly answered. It was a wonder he heard her over the loud rumble of her hungered belly.

"Come with me. Our breakfast is waiting."

Those were the first words he had said that she had been actually waiting to hear. The aroma was driving her nuts, she was starved.

Quietly she folllowed him into the warm, and great smelling kitchen. It was clean, well appointed, and just downright cozy and Nine loved it. "This would a great kitchen to have" she thought to herself, "in my own place"...

My own place

The words rang in her head.

My own place

Would she ever have that???

Sitting down, she listened to his quick dissertation of the rules. Simple enough. No eating off the floor at his feet. No eating from an dog bowl, or from his hand. Just sitting here, albeit naked, eating breakfast like "normal" people.

"I used to cook for my grandfather" she quickly answered when he mentioned about her ability to cook. She had thought, back then, that if she did things like that for him, he would love her more. She had been mistaken, but did enjoy cooking.

"Now, today, we are going to spend some time getting to know each other a little more, as well as getting to understand what is going to happen, though that will be more for you than for me."

Nine had taken some of the bacon, eggs, the hash browns, and a peice of toast. This was the most food she had seen at one sitting in a long time, and the most variety. The stables fed the girls very basic foods, nothing of note. The orange juice, that was the biggest treat, and Nine drank 2 large glasses within just a few minutes.

"I hope that you will behave well enough today to actually sleep in the room I have prepared for you, rather than where you slept last night. So, doing as you're told will almost guarantee you'll be in your proper bedroom tonight. Now, I'm sure you're tired of listening to me talk for the moment. Is there anything you want to know, ask about or say at this point? I'll let you know if anything is not up for discussion, but apart from that, anything else is far game."

Nine set the glass down, letting her sparkling eyes meet his. She canted her head, ever so slightly. She wished she had a robe of some kind, but new that being naked was just the way it was going to be. Brushing back a long black ribbon her hair, she choose her words carefully, very carefully.

"Why?"

"Why would you need, or want, to own another human being? Why would you chose to torture someone this way? No matter that you appear so different than the scum that I saw come and go in that hellhole I was in, you still chose to follow in their footsteps and purchase something that you have no right to purchase. Why?"

OK, maybe she should have kept her mouth shut. But she wanted to know why. Nine always wanted to know why...

 

[marauder13]

Everything he saw her do that morning while eating breakfast was full of the spirit that drew his attention initially. There was also an open enjoyment of the food he prepared for them. No flowery words, nor meaningless gestures. Her actions were open and honest.

Also, her courage was another admirable quality. She spoke her mind, even when she thought it would bring his wrath. He wanted her to speak openly and truthfully, and he would not punish her for doing that.

"Now, before I answer your question, you mentioned you used to cook for your Grandfather. If it is something that you liked to do, I am more than happy for you to do so here. I'm sure that you'll find there's everything you'll need, and if not, I can get it for you."

He put down his cutlery, returning to gaze upon her bright, sparkling eyes. Even for the dark colour they were, he found them fascinating to look at. He was starting to see the subtle shades within them, and noting how they shifted with her moods. He let her words echo in his mind as he composed his answer.

"Why? Why would you need, or want, to own another human being? Why would you chose to torture someone this way? No matter that you appear so different than the scum that I saw come and go in that hellhole I was in, you still chose to follow in their footsteps and purchase something that you have no right to purchase. Why?"

"Time for the Good, the Bad and the Ugly. Why? It boils down to because I can, and it fits my desires. Because I want something badly enough that I was prepared to wait three years, spend millions on this house, and everything in it. Because out there, there was no one worthy to be who and what I wanted them to be.

"People out there care nothing about me, only what I can do for them. What they can gain from me. I was born into money and privilege. All those people see is how I can advance their position and cause. Even those people who were willing to be my slaves, willing to allow me to do whatever I wanted to them, only did so for the security my background offered them. Not because they wanted to do it for me as a person.

"With you, I do not need to worry about that. You do not give a shit about how wealthy I am, or who I might be in the greater world. Right now, all you are thinking is 'How fast can I get away from this prick?' Your entire world focus is on me. Just me. In time, that focus will be a little bit different and with luck, nicer."

He took a sip from his glass, relaxing himself a little.

"I answered this very question last night. I know that things were a little stressing for you, but I didn't expect you to have forgotten, or not have heard. You may not be free, but I am hoping that you will find being here to be a lot better than your other options. Yes, you can escape from here. I know you are smart enough to figure a way out. But then, you will face great dangers and most probably end up in a situation that will make Miss Mornington's establishment look like a luxury resort.

"Why did I want an intelligent woman? You are not here only to be fucked. Even if that were the case, a less intelligent woman makes for a lousy fuck anyway. You are here to be a companion as well. I would like to be able to hold a conversation with you, interact with you in other ways. I hope that you will see there are benefits to staying here, even if you are currently unaware of the full range of benefits. The more you show me that I can trust you, the more I will give you in return to make your life better, more interesting, more comfortable."

Archibald leaned back in his chair, keeping his focus on her face. "Tell me, if you were free, what would you do with yourself? How do you see yourself living? I mean, not as in being just an escaped slave. If you had not be taken, what would you like to have been doing?"

 

[RainingHeat]

"I answered this very question last night."

Nine was well aware of that. It did not mean she would not ask again, and again. Often times, forcing one to answer the same question over and over, made said person think of the consequences of his actions. That was how she saw it. She would ask again, maybe not right away, but she would ask again. To her, his answer was scripted, was rehearsed. She wanted to know the real reason why he, or any other man for that matter , thought they had the right to own another.

Nine listened very carefully and very intently to his words. He did like to talk. He did like to explain himself. In reality, he had no need to explain anything to her. But Nine got the very distinct feeling that perhaps he did not talk to alot of people, not in great detail anyway. More than likely, he was an only child, like herself. More than likely he was alone alot, and perhaps liked it that way.

He did not trust many people, if anyone.

That was it. Nine was sure of it. At least one of the reasons he had deigned to purchase her (or a slave in general). He could trust her, he owned her, he controlled her.

"Tell me, if you were free, what would you do with yourself? How do you see yourself living? I mean, not as in being just an escaped slave. If you had not be taken, what would you like to have been doing?"

The question took her a bit by surprise, her mind so busy analyzing, thinking.

"if I....." she stopped. "Free" the word rolled off her tongue. If she had not been sold to Miss M's stables, what would she have been doing. Oh that was easy to answer. Very easy.

"I want to be loved, to be married, to have a family, a real family" the words came tumbling out. Why tell him that? It only let him learn more about her, allowed him closer. But the floodgates had opened.

"to fall in love, with a handsome young man, maybe with dark brown hair and exciting green eyes, and freckles. How cute would that be. To date, go to the movies, have a nice dinner, be able to dress up, to feel warm when he is close, to feel his arms around me, to know I am falling in love, and to hear him say "I love you........." she stopped, NO, she would not want to hear I love you Nine. NO. Her name, what the hell had her name been??? "I love you.............................. SARA" It broke thru in a flash. "SARA.... to hear him say I love you... Sara.... I wanted the big wedding, to wear white. To consumate our love on our wedding night. To feel his love, his seed growing inside me. To have a daughter of my own...................."

Nine stopped. How had all that come out. WHY had all that come out.That was all fantasy, the fantasy of a little girl who desperately wanted to be loved, and felt none.

"I used to be called... Sara" the name sounded foreign to her.

"I don't want to answer that anymore. It will never happen. I was little when I wanted all of that. What I want now is just my freedom, to not be the whore of a lonely old man"

Oh that slipped out. Perhaps not entirely by mistake, but it did slip out.

 

[marauder13]

"I am hardly old," he smiled, "and neither are you a whore. I am certainly not paying you for sex, which is what a whore does." He continued to eat a little more of his breakfast. He pondered her hit with the word 'lonely'. She was correct to degree. He kept himself isolated from others. He worked out quickly that other people wanted to use him, little else.

'And what am I doing to this one? This woman once called Sara? I am using her just in the same way I fear others using me. I guess, the main difference is I am open about it.'

"You want nothing more than freedom now? What for? Why is freedom so important? You know that you'll still be living by the rules created by others, along with the consequences of breaking those rules."

The rest of what she said replayed through his mind. He sensed something important in there, a vital clue to what made his Slave what she was. He had made her cum by using his hand, and from all appearances had quite a substantial orgasm, one that she found to be very enjoyable. But she begged him not to do it again. He let them roll through his mind again, more relaxed, letting the clues speak for themselves.

"do not take pleasure from me that is not earned, nor gifted to you"

"only one I love, deserves that..... "

"I want to be loved, ... a real family"

"to fall in love, ... to know I am falling in love, and to hear him say 'I love you'......... I love you.............................. SARA. ... to hear him say I love you... Sara.... To feel his love, his seed growing inside me. To have a daughter of my own..."

He knew that his face spoke of the revelation he just had. He didn't care at that stage. He resumed finishing off his breakfast as if nothing had happened. 'A step closer to the secret. She craves love yet does not want it? No, she wants it on her terms. She wants to choose who she loves. Was it someone she loved that sold her?'

"All very admirable thing things, even for a young woman like yourself. It is a pity that some of them you will not be able to achieve. Others, you may yet get the chance. I have enjoyed holding you in my arms, as well as sharing the few kisses so far. Plus, that beautiful raven hair of yours is so wonderful to touch and feel passing between my fingers."

He paused to pour himself some tea, while remembering exactly how it felt to do all those things with her. Simple pleasures that touched him deeply. Nothing compared to the feel of a woman's body held in an embrace. Her softness, the natural curves that made her so interesting to explore. This young woman, once called Sara, was such a woman he longed to hold again. Her lustrous midnight hair would be a delight to shape, plait, twirl, comb with his fingers, grab and guide her head with. It was a good length, with many options on how it could be styled. She wanted to dress up? He would like that. Dressing her in ways to complement her natural beauty, then take her out so others may enjoy the sight of her as much as he did.

"Well, once you have finished your breakfast, I will show you the room that you will be sleeping in, assuming that you do not warrant being sent to the room you slept in last night. I hope you will find your bedroom more to your liking. Again, as you prove yourself worthy, you can change it to suit your likes more."

He sipped his tea, while he waited for his Slave to finish eating.

 

[RainingHeat]

"You want nothing more than freedom now? What for? Why is freedom so important? You know that you'll still be living by the rules created by others, along with the consequences of breaking those rules."

Now that was a strange response. Oh so Nine thought. Of course there were always rules. Of course. But those rules applied to everyone, not just certain people, and Nine was quick to point that out.

"yes, of course there are rules that one my abide by. But, the difference is, ALL must abide by the same rules. All are equal in the eyes of those rules. There are no Masters, there are no slaves. There are just people. By enslaving me, I am now forced to live by another set of rules that do apply ONLY to me, and I have no choice in that."

She had told him what ... Sara ... had once wanted. Love, Husband, Family. Did Nine actually want that? Or had he managed to awaken a person that she had long since buried inside her. Sara wanted all those things.

Nine, just wanted to be free.

"All very admirable thing things, even for a young woman like yourself. It is a pity that some of them you will not be able to achieve. Others, you may yet get the chance. I have enjoyed holding you in my arms, as well as sharing the few kisses so far. Plus, that beautiful raven hair of yours is so wonderful to touch and feel passing between my fingers."

Nine shivered slightly. The talk of being intimate, even just the harmless talk , made her squirm once more.

"Well, once you have finished your breakfast, I will show you the room that you will be sleeping in, assuming that you do not warrant being sent to the room you slept in last night. I hope you will find your bedroom more to your liking. Again, as you prove yourself worthy, you can change it to suit your likes more."

She just nodded. She wondered if he realized that she had told him what Sara wanted, and not want Nine wanted. In her mind, she was no longer Sara, Sara had died when Miss M had beaten the name out of her. Nine, she was Nine now.

"I told you what Sara wanted. But I am not Sara anymore. Do you want to know what Nine wants? Let me tell you want Nine wants. I want to be free. I want to be able to make my own decisions, to make my own choices. I want my body to remain mine, my heart, my soul, to remain mine. I do not want to be weakened, used, abused, or thrown away. I want to be... Free... It is that simple."

I do not expect you to understand. You have never been chained to a wall, screaming in pain while a whip tears into your back. You have never felt a chain dog collar, yes a DOG collar around your throat, pulled tight to choke you into obediance, you have never heard the pitiful screams of a friend, someone you considered a friend, while she is viciously raped by the group of men who had just purchased her as their sex slave.

You.... will never understand... my need to be free.... Master"

She went silent, turning away from where he sat.

 

[marauder13]

He saw her thinking. Taking in what he said, processing it. He knew she was going to come back with another stream of rejections over what he said. She was going to crash against the wall in front of her, again and again. Achieving nothing as the events life, fate, even he had chosen for her rolled over her. He kept pointing to the path to go around the wall, but she steadfastly refused to listen.

"I told you what Sara wanted. But I am not Sara anymore. Do you want to know what Nine wants? Let me tell you want Nine wants. I want to be free. I want to be able to make my own decisions, to make my own choices. I want my body to remain mine, my heart, my soul, to remain mine. I do not want to be weakened, used, abused, or thrown away. I want to be... Free... It is that simple.

"I do not expect you to understand. You have never been chained to a wall, screaming in pain while a whip tears into your back. You have never felt a chain dog collar, yes a DOG collar around your throat, pulled tight to choke you into obediance, you have never heard the pitiful screams of a friend, someone you considered a friend, while she is viciously raped by the group of men who had just purchased her as their sex slave.

"You.... will never understand... my need to be free.... Master"

She turn her face from him after she finished her tirade concerning her desire for freedom. He quickly finished his tea, then stood up and walked around to stand beside her. His hand took a fist full of her midnight hair, and used it to guide her face to look at him.

"Make your own choices? I have offered you many chances to make choices, Slave. You have yet to show me that you can make a wise one. All you do is decide to suffer. Yes, there are times when suffering is the right choice, but only when it gives you some gain. None of your choices have gained you anything. In this house, you can live much better than you have before, if you made the right choice.

"Now, if you were free, you would not last a day going by how you make decisions. You would be a slave again, in worse conditions that you are now. By why believe me, the man who bought you, and took you away from that hell hole and has tried to give you something better?"

He hauled her to her feet roughly, keeping her on the balls of her feet. "You have been Nine for so long, you have forgotten what it is like to anything but a slave who is meant to suffer through everything for a fantasy that you may be free again one day. So, for the time being, I am not going to waste my time giving you choices that you are just going to ignore due to your pathetic stubbornness. You think you must suffer as a slave, well, suffer you shall."

Using her hair as a leash, he dragged her back into the playroom. He head her over to a chair near one of the walls, and all but threw her into it. He quickly slammed a padded metal band around her neck, the loud click confirming it was locked in place. He methodically secured each of her arms and legs with similar bands around her wrists and ankles. When it was done, he paused to inspect the bruises, scratches and scrapes he got along the way. There were none that were worth worrying about. He finally put a broad belt across the top of her hips.

"There, all nice and secure. You see, I was going to give you the choice of being fucked gently the first time. Being shown exactly what good sex is like, and why people want it so much. But you would not accept that over this, so I did not see any reason to make that offer." He moved over to pick up a small remote control. "Oh, Slave, my telling you all of this. This is tormenting you. Telling you how you missed out on options that would have been far nicer for you. Options that you could have had if you made better choices earlier, rather than being so stubborn and trying to resist what you can not change."

The chair slowly moved, quietly, so she was more lying than sitting. Her legs widened, bent at the knee, supported by angled pieces of metal to hold them in place.

"We will let breakfast settle first, then get you all nicely aroused and finally get rid of that troublesome virginity of yours." He leaned in closer to her face, his expression completely neutral. "I would advise you to think carefully about how you make your decisions in future if I give you that chance. One way will be nicer for you, the other will be far less so. As I said many times before, you are the only one that decides how much you suffer." He kissed her on her forehead, then returned to the kitchen to clean up after breakfast.