The new slave ((master needed))

[brunoone]

He nodded with some satisfaction, but his eyes were by now narrow with a determination her apologies could not dilute. "you will do as I ask." He said it as if he was agreeing with her. A hand on her right knee wrenched it commandingly to one side, opening her to his scrutiny. He looked to see how the girl had groomed herself, deciding whether she would be allowed to remain as she had come to him. But he was not slowed by the sight of her cunt, temptingly young and pretty though it was.

He was in the hot moment, targeting the pink slice with a practiced hand, pushing the silver shunt into her canal. He snapped the spec open with such force, she felt as if an umbrella were yawning inside her. Adam locked it open with a thumbscrew, then dug in a nearer drawer for a slender metal probe. Narrower than a pencil even, there was something -- the size of a lima bean -- on its tip.

The probe disappeared between the bills of the speculum. she felt it fishing inside her. Then the deep, distant bite of tiny fangs very close to the spongy tip of her uterus. A flashing sting. Not even as painful as a tetanus shot. The probe backed out of her. The lima bean missing. He closed the spec and removed it as unceremoniously as he had inserted it.

"There," he said. A single, satisfied syllable.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn watched as he looked at her bald pussy. She was shaking hard as she watched him move the duckbill to her slit. "No! Please stop! I said I'd be good!" She yelled as he pushed it in. He snapped it open a few seconds later, stretching her wide. "Owww!"

She put her head down ad closed her eyes tight. She tried imagining she was at home. Safe in her bed, her father and mother right down the hall. She felt something go into her twat and bit her lip hard.

She started to think about her friends. They must all be worried sick about me. Tthere probably looking all over for me. She thought before she felt something sharp poke her. Her eyes shot open and she lifted her head. "What thehell was that?" She asked him as he pulled the tools out of her.

"Will you please let me up now?" She asked him as she tried to pull her legs together.

 

[brunoone]

The tools of his trade clattered noisily to a gleaming tray. "I would like to move past this. Past the disobedience," he said. Adam systematically unstrapped her from the table, helping her to sit. He gestured with a near-gracious open hand to the grey carpet at his side. Like the civil invitation of a maitre d'. "Come. We can go back upstairs. You need bathing. And a meal."

He was now and suddenly more relaxed than he had been on the trip to the basement. For the return trip to the house, he made no move to restrain or man-handle her. Only his gaze governed their tentative pace back through the unfinished cellar, back up the stairs of the small back porch, back through the kitchen.

"Have you seen those... invisible fences? Collars that shock pets when they come too near a buried electric perimeter?" she nodded with a kind a dread. "Just to the left of your cervix..." he paused, unsure of how much a girl of her age understood even her own anatomy. "Deep in your pussy -- where you felt the pin-prick earlier -- there is a device not unlike one of those collars. you get too far from the cabin, you'll feel a shock in your belly." His explanation was dispassionate. Adam offered it -- not as one makes a threat -- but as one might offer useful information.

They re-entered the humid bathroom. For a second time, he twisted the shower tap to life. "Get in, please," he said before loosening his own belt and the fly of his trousers...

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn sat up slowly, with his help. She was shaking a bit as she side off the table. As he started to walk up stairs she followed him slowly. She made sure to stay away from him, but close enough so he knew she wasn't going to try and run away.

She kept her head down until she walked into the house and he started to talk about objects that shock things. He told her that that little prick was him putting a device in her that would shock her. She looked up at him shocked for a minute before she placed her hand on her lower tummy.

She kept her hand there until they walked into the bathroom again. She watched him clsely as he turned the shower back on. "Get in, please." He sad. The please made her freeze for a moment before she saw him start to undo his pants. She blushed a light red before she waked past him and stepped into the warm water.

The waer felt really good as it ran down her body. She kept her back to him as she ran her hands through her long hair.

 

[brunoone]

At the auction, he had disguised signs of his interest. her uncrating had called for action, not reflection. her first visit to this bathroom had been indelicate and rough. her time in the basement had been characterized by sterile concentration. Only now -- perhaps for the first time -- did the moment allow him to truly see her as men see women.

Adam watched through the stall's open glass door as the first phalanx of water droplets collided with his bitch. They darkened her already dark hair, then slid down her body, hewing to curves of feminine youth. A rivulet followed a tendon in her neck to her collarbone, over the swell of her left breast, then dripped from her nipple onto the tile near the drain. her hips, her ass, her thighs, coalesced one into the next in the tapered proportion of which men speak with lusty hope.

she was alluring. In a way that words describe less convincingly than male bodies instinctively understand. Indeed, Adam's own gym-hardened body was appreciating the girl in ways that lengthened the man toward his own left knee.

He intended no showmanship as he undressed. After all, the girl's back was to him. He efficiently peeled trousers and boxer briefs from himself and stepped into nakedness. Freed, his half-turgid member bobbed lazily upward, an arc of black cock still growing toward a dimension just short of double digits. The meaty cyclops was as imposing as the rest of him. Still trapped in the crater of his uncut foreskin, his bulbous head shone with a glaze of precum, rinsed away by the first splash of the shower.

Adam closed the door behind them. He reached past her, taking a sponge from a ledge in the wall. A bottle of shower gel exhaled a rude noise as he squeezed it onto the sponge. "Put your palms on the wall in front of you, please," he said. His voice had lost its cruel edge. she could just imagine how kind it might be under the right circumstances. But clearly the man still expected to be obeyed.

With a careful sweep of his fingers across the nape of her neck, he arranged her long tresses over fawn's right shoulder. The sponge -- warm with the shower and with the heat of her Owner's body -- pressed against her left scapula. Like the pendulum of a metronome, it swabbed back and forth across her spine.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn put her head back, her eyes closed as she let the warm water fall over her tan skin. The water rained down on her as she started to run her hands over her body, trying had to forget about the man behind her.

If you'd just gotton home on time you wouldn't be in this mess. Shethought as she ran er hands over her hips. She stated to think about he device that was now inside her. The man had to be a doctor or something when he wasn't so busy kidnapping girls and treating them like dogs.

She head the glass door of the shower closed behind her and opened her eyes. She stiffened when she saw his hands reach past her... before grabbing the shower ge0l. Se let out of breath of air she didn't know she was holding and calmed down a tiny bit.

"Put your pams on the wall in front of you, please." He said, his voice alot calmer. She slowly did as she was told and raised her hand and placed them flat on the wall. She shivered as his hand ran over neck sweeping her hair to the right. She closed her eyes again when she felt the sponge touch her. It moved back and forth gently over her spine.

She relaxed a bit more as she was cleaned. It felt nice having the sponge run over her, but she would have liked it a lot better if she was doing it herself.

 

[brunoone]

Adam was methodical. He touched her everywhere, his large hands sliding unhurried, like honey. Some places, he lingered longer than others. He sawed across her ribcage, his soapy thumbs pressed into the sensitive undersides of full, pert breasts. The orbs of her flesh defied gravity as only youth can. They summoned his hands upward into possessive grasps of the each breast in turn, her nipples flattening against the lifeline of his palm.

His breathing slowed and deepened as he cleaned her. But his pulse quickened. The throb of the African's blood fueled a dangerously turgid erection. It transformed the man into a tripod, its third leg reaching to make electric first contact with her right asscheek. It was the merest brush of flesh. In a darkly erotic kiss, his piss-slit smeared briefly against the pale globe.

Telegraphed through the pole of his cock, the sensation rippled outward through tree of his nervous system. He shivered, though the cabin's large hot water tank meant the water would remain steamy for a long time yet to come. The sponge paused just north of her navel. He exhaled a dry sigh. "There. Yes. That could be... good."

He stepped closer. The side of his shaft pressed her, bending his cock off-center to the right. Thoughtful fingers crept lower. It was as if the man could feel her ovaries through her skin. As if he could map her reproductive organs from memory, or trace them with hope. Adam swallowed. "Yessss...." he hissed.

And then -- how long had he been washing her? -- he dropped the sponge. Water-logged it splatted against the tile just inside her right foot. But his hand continued southward. Until it eclipsed the mound of her pussy. He squeezed gently. It was not a harsh Owner's claiming, but more like a testing of ripeness. Not at all the functional, detached way he had touched her in the basement. Dared she hope there was a kind of care, of affection, of need in this touch? If she was his chattel, might Adam be the sort of Owner who treasured valuable property?

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn closed her eyes all the wa as he washed her body. He moved over her body with a gently soothing touch that would have made her melt before if he wasn't holding her here against his will.

She hands moved up to her breasts and she stiffened a bit in fears. As he touched her she felt something hard press against her ass. Oh my god She thought as she closed her eyes tighter. Oddly enough she felt her pussy start to get wet and not from the warm water.

His hands slowly moved away and she sighed in relief. He washed her body for a while, running the sponge all over the top of her body. By the time he dropped the sponge her hands were starting to hurt. She opened her eyes a little bit.

"Sir may I put my arms down n-Oh Crap!" She said softly as his hand went down to her pussy. She moved her hands away from the wall and 0leaned back on him. "Please move your hands away from me." She said with a shake of her head. "Please sir."

 

[brunoone]

her leaning against him sandwiched his cock shallowly between the halves of her bottom. The monster felt as if it could bisect her. From Adam’s groin outward, his was an anatomy that could inspire fear, envy, and lust simultaneously.

“Please move your hands away from me. Please, sir.” Absent its initial wounded venom, he found her voice musical, promising. Though she spoke with a nervous tremor, she was at least now paying attention to the pleasantries of respect.

The hand contracted again – once, authoritatively, before leaving her. It was impossible to say whether the fingers subtracted themselves from her mound because she requested it, or simply because Adam had another agenda. “fawn,” he said, pouring shampoo in the cup of his palm. “you may ask me for anything. Anything.” His fingers spidered open on her scalp, massaging a snowy lather to life. “But you may deny me nothing.” His voice was certain as only power could make it.

“I am not proud of… I wish we had started things differently. Striking you was not… I had other plans… hopes for your first night with me.” His cock flexed behind her. Its glans bumped the girl between her kidneys. Like his dick, the digits among her tresses suggested both strength and tenderness. He was so thorough. The man washed her hair for nearly ten minutes before turning her to face him for a rinse.

It was the first time she’d seen him fully naked.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

She sighed as he removed his hands away. She felt his cock press up behind her and shivered in.. in... she had no idea what she was shivering in. His cock felt so big, so thick. She closed her eyes for a minute.

"Sir your fine." She said not wanting to make him mad. "I don't mind that you... well treat me like a dog." She said as he started to wash her hair. "It' perfectly understandable. You paid for me and you don't want to loose me." She said as she tried hard to forget about his cock.

After a while he turned her around and she looked up at the man. Her eyes ran over him slowly, taking in his body. He was just breath taking. She wanted to run her hands over his body, take in his muscles. His amazing wash board abs, her pecs, his big hard thick.... She looked up at him. "Can you rinse my hair out please?"

 

[brunoone]

Pampered Chattel

He tilted his head with equal parts wonder and suspicion. Suddenly, she was so understanding of his point of view, so receptively docile. The implant seemed to have worked its rare magic on the girl. Was she now seeing the inevitability of her surrender? Was her new submission some ruse that would fade once she was fed? Or was this simple fear talking? These were ignoble motives, but they would have to suffice for this slave’s initial training period.

Adam’s large hands framed her face. He tilted her head back into the shower’s warm spray. Diluted lather slid from her head until the water ran clear. He said nothing while he rinsed her. Wouldn’t have mattered if he had. Water burbled in the coils of her ears, muffling all sound for fully two minutes. He smiled with satisfaction at her upturned breasts. The underside of his cock rubbed her hip like a bow rubs a violin.

Rinsed, he guided her forward, out of the direct path of the downpour. One arm encircled her. Another hand carefully cradled her bruised cheek. “I don’t think of you as a dog, exactly. I’ve paid to own a very pretty… no… an admittedly beautiful girl. But – this may be difficult to understand at first – you will be my bitch. I don’t mean that in the hurtful way so many people use the word. I mean that in the older way, the truer way. The way that breeders speak.” His cock was like a branding iron against her now.

Pruned black fingers reached for the shower’s valve. The water ceased. The room went silent. Adam broke the door’s magnetic seal and reached outside for a thirsty Turkish bath sheet. He dragged it through her hair several times before blotting droplets from her flesh.

Adam’s words were a stinging counterpoint to his tender treatment. “Nothing belongs to you. No part or function of your body. No memory of your past life. Not even your name.”

Even women who thought themselves the equal of their partners were seldom pampered as Adam pampered his newest prize. It wasn’t only that he washed her and rinsed her and dried her. He moisturized her, head to heel, with cocoa butter. He dragged rose petals through her damp hair. He stood her in front of him at the mirror, patiently combing every tangle loose. He even brushed her teeth himself.

Adam pulled on a lush velvet robe (it did nothing to disguise his erection) before disappearing into the adjacent bedroom. He returned, unfolding a white tunic. Near its v-neck collar were embroidered three silver chain links, a match for those she’d seen earlier on the glass. “your mark,” he said again. “Arms up.” The cotton floated into place around her, a single garment covering fawn to mid-thigh. Adam pulled her hair through the tunic’s opening and let it fall, shining on her shoulders. He stepped back and appraised her with a nod. “you need food. Time I fed you.” He took her wrist and led her to the kitchen…

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn closed her eyes tight as she could as the water washed the soap out of her hair. Half the reason was because she did want to get soap in her eyes the other reason was because she wanted to try and ignore the cocck that was now rubbing against her, making her shiver hard.

When her hair was soap clear she ran her hands over her face, getting the water off. She opened her eyes just into time to get pulled into the mans body. She looked deep into his eyes as he rested his hand on her cheek as he explained that she was now his bitch. She didn't care how he explained the word, it was still an insult and she real0ly wanted to slap him for it. She closed her eyes for amoment before looking back at him. "Sir I would like it if you never called me a bitch, ever agin." She said softly.

He pulled her out after a minute and let her go. He grabbed a towel and moved back over to her. He ran the towel over her hair for a while, making her shake until it was damp.

He led her through out the bathroom after I was all dried. Brushing my hair out, then running roses over her, then brushing her teeth clean. She narrowed her eyes a bit as he did this. She felt like a child. As she looked at herself in the mirror as he turned and grabbed something. "Why can't I do this stuff myself sir? I mean I've never had roses rubbed in my hair, but why does it have to be do?" She asked as she turned to look at him.

Her eyes went to the mans cock again until she groaned ad turned away from him. "Please put pants on. I'm not use to seeing agrown mans... umm part." She said as her blush came on full flare.

He left then and came back a minute holding a tunic. He pointed out her mark again making her roll her eyes. "I can't believe I half a damn mark." She mumbled. He walked back to her and pulled the tunic over her body. When it was on right he looked her over before nodded. "You need food. Time to eat." He said as he took her wrist.

"I'm not hungry." She said as she folled.

 

[brunoone]

Fruit

The girl’s unwelcome petulance had returned. Adam tried to keep his eyes from narrowing to unforgiving slits. “That tone in your voice, that resistant muttering; it’s inappropriate for a slave. you understand that, don’t you?” He adjusted the tie that kept the halves of his robe together. Its camouflage of his cock was not wholly successful, but it offered a limited modesty that hid him from immediate view. “That’s the same stubborn spirit that got you dragged to the cellar for your…. procedure.”

He guided her by the wrist to the kitchen, apparently ignoring the absurd declaration that she didn’t need food. The bitch had been anesthetized in a crate for most of the last day. Of course she was hungry. He took strawberries from the fridge, chose a navel orange from a fruit bowl, then stood at the counter, slicing and peeling the fruit.

Adam tried to separate her understandable curiosity without dignifying her sulking. Some of her questions were reasonable. Indeed, part of her training depended on understanding him, his motives.

“I recognize that you can bathe yourself. you can dry your body after a shower. you can brush your own hair and teeth. Those are things any woman might do.” The small knife in his hand divided the berries and orange sections into pieces seldom larger than three-quarter-inch cubes. “But submission is a new skill for you… so new that your willing submission must be patiently cultivated from scratch.”

Adam tilted the cutting board above a white porcelain bowl. Oranges and strawberries tumbled into it, obscuring a design of three blue chain links at its bottom. “At least, that’s the way I’d prefer you learn obedience. There are certainly other, more barbaric methods to teach it.” He pulled a bottle of Grand Marnier from a cupboard and sprinkled the fruit with probably no more than a tablespoon of the orange liqueur. He tossed the bowl’s contents with his hand.

“If you’d had a chance to talk to some of the other slaves at the Kennels, I think you’d have a sense of how well you’re being treated. The Keepers there are generally on a tighter deadline to train the girls they auction. Thus, they resort to more… spectacular training methods. you could learn your place at the end of a whip.” He took one of the berry slices between his thumb and forefinger and held it in offering perhaps two inches from her mouth. “Or… you could take a big, calm breath, and learn it my way.”

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn leaned against a counter in the kitchen as she watched him take food out. Her eyes wonder away from him a bit as he cut up the food. She looked in all the windows. Where they were, how far off the ground they were, and if she would fit through them. She knew he said that the new device in her would shock her if she got far enough, but that could be a lie to stop her from running.

She turned around and looked for any other ways out. As they were walking here there was a large room. There was also the back door they went through.

Fawn really wasn't listening to much to what he said, she'd be gone in a day or 2 so what did it matter to her. Though she did pick up that he was nicer then the men that took her here. As looked at him again when he turned around with the fruit. "Your right sir." She said softly. "I should be greatful you got me andnot someone wo could hurt me. I'll be a good bitch." She said softly.

 

[brunoone]

He wasn’t convinced of her sudden sincerity. Surely she still cast an eye backward to the life from which she’d been ripped. He fed her the berry, then walked to the living area, folding his 6’3” frame into a favorite leather armchair near the hearth. Adam gestured to a spot on the silk Persian rug in front of him. “Try to kneel gracefully there.” He held the bowl in his hand, ready to feed her more.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

She sighed softly, under her breath before she pushed off the counter and walked over to him in the leather chair. She moved so she was close to him and folded her legs back so she was down on her knees.

She looked up at him with innocent eyes. "May I please have some more food? I'm really hungry and that taste good." She said softly.

 

[brunoone]

Adam suppressed a surprised blink. "Good." He rubbed another slice of berry against her lower lip, letting the seeds embedded in its flesh rasp lightly against her skin. The liqueur stung sweetly.

His knees were spread slightly. she could hardly have failed to notice the occasional flash of cock beneath the robe. "Open," he said. Adam placed the berry on her tongue like a priest offering a communion wafer.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn watched the surprise on his face before she faked a smile. She opened her mouth a tiny bit as he rubbed the berry on her lip. When he moved the berry away she licked her lips slowly. "Sir I just wanna say I'm sorry for making you mad before." She said before opening her mouth.

He placed the berry in and she slowly chewed it. Her eyes went down to his slightly open robe and blushed slightly. She saw his cock again and blushed a bit. "Sir your robe is open."

 

[brunoone]

"I'd prefer not to be mad at you," he admitted. "Even if I hurt you, I'd prefer not to do so out of anger." she was so, so solicitous. It was unsettling. her rebellion had vanished like vapor. He narrowed suspicious eyes. But if she'd decided to put some new foot forward, he might also. Adam fed her, more or less alternating between slices of strawberry and orange. It was a sensual meal, and a symbolic one: her first one in the cabin, directly from his hand.

"Sir, your robe is open," she said. The blush in her cheek subtracted years from her age. It was difficult to guess her level of sexual experience. she hadn't bled when the opened her in the basement, but lots of girls lost their maidenhead in simple, ubiquitous acts of physical exercise.

Nearing the bottom of the bowl, he selected a particularly juicy morsel. The doctor peeled back one corner of his robe, fully exposing his groin. He rubbed the broad tip of it with fruit, flavoring one with the other. Was the orange shining with his precum or was his cock shining with Grand Marnier? "Open," he said again, offering her the orange...

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn blushed a deeper red as she watched him rub the orange slice over the top of his cock. She looked up at him for a minute before looking back at his shiney cock. "S-sir why are you doing that?" She asked as she slowly looked back up at him.

He held his hand out wth the orange and told me to open. She made adiscusted look. She'd never once had a cock in hand let alone her mouth. Just do it.The sooner you get this over with the sooner you get home. She thought before she opened her mouth for the fruit. When he popped it in she closed her mouth along with her eyes and chewed the juicy fruit.

When she swallowed, with a bit of diffuculty she looked back at him. "Thank you sir. That was yummy." She said softly.

 

[brunoone]

Adam set the bowl on a nearby end table. His hand slid into her hair, past her left ear. Fingers followed the shape of her skull to the nape of her neck. His hand was large, possessive. The slit at the tip of his monstrous member appeared to wink at her. "Now we'll try a new flavor," he said. His hand guided her face closer to his groin. "Be always respectful of this cock, fawn. you should start... by kissing it."

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn shivered as he touhed her. Her eyes moved down to his cock as he pulled her down. She was to busy staring at his cock to listen to him, but two words caught her attention. "...Kiss it." she looked up at him her eyes idea. "I-I can't" She said with a shake of her head. "I can't do that."

 

[brunoone]

He swallowed stonily. Nodded stiffly. And relaxed his grip. When he stood, his robe fell back more or less into place, a tent flap held open by the stave of his erection. "fawn," he said, towering over her. His height was menacing, but his voice was calm. Too calm. "I am a patient Master. But you should not mistake me for a man who beseeches you repeatedly, hoping one day you will favor me with your obedience." He pushed his hand somewhat more forcefully into her hair, tightening a fist around dark waves. Adam tugged back on her tresses, pointing her chin at exposed rafters above the great room. He pushed two fingers into her mouth. They were heavy, warm, and insistent on her tongue. They were also flavored with fruit juice, but that almost didn't matter.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn frowned as his grip loosened on her hair and he stood up. He was already alot taller them her, but now as she sat on the floor he was just huge. He robe fell back over his cock, hiding it from her yet again.

She started to move back a little as he talked down at her. His hand gripped her hair again, tighter then last time. She winced as he pulled her hair back. He pulled back on her hair making her look up. Fawn opened her mouth to cry out in pain, but instead he shove two of his fingers in.

She closed her mouth over his fingers and watched his face as she started to suck. He didn't sa to, but something in his eyes told her that's what he wanted her to do. Fawn sucked gently on his fingers, tasting the sweet juices from the fruit on them. She ran her tongue over them as she sucked.

 

[brunoone]

"Better." His fingers curled downward against her tongue, applying gentle pressure to the carpet of pink muscle. He nodded and the fingers moved, an unhurried withdrawal nearly to his nail bed, then a return to fuller depth. "Keep sucking," he coached in a voice that suggested imminent approval. "That's a girl." The fingers pumped the "o" of her lips. The hand in her hair softened somewhat, becoming less of a fist and more a cradle for her skull, a backstop, something against which the unambitious but persistent thrusts could press. His fingers were soon shining with her spit. Maybe because he really wasn't giving her pause to swallow. Maybe because the commingled fruit flavors summoned saliva. In either case, the full lips around his dark digits were slick.

"Respect," he said a second time. "Obedience. The character signatures of your new life, fawn. A life of difficult demand? Certainly." Not precisely in tandem, the movement of his fingers and the rhythm of his words were nevertheless connected, like the somnolent patter and swinging pocket watch of a hypnotist. "But it needn't be a life of misery."

He drew his fingers from her mouth. A gossamer strand of spit draped her lower lip, connecting it to the tip of his longest finger for long seconds before it finally snapped. His mahogany eyes were on hers. Deep. Expectant. Unwavering.

He tugged the tie at his waist. His robe fell open. He held the base of her skull like a brandy snifter, and welcomed her closer to the centerpiece of his gender.