The Slave Academy

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ She had snapped out of her coma like state as soon as she heard Mark's voice... she didn't like that HE of all people seemed to be able to snatch her back to reality.. If she could not retreat into her mind.. she would be broken... utterly... that made her shiver inwardly.. even as she sneered at Mark with that sarcastic smile of hers...

If she had thought that nasty Mistress was bad.. nothing prepared her for what Mark put her thru next...

"Do you honestly think you can resist us?"

The room was completly black... haunting... and Mark's voice seemed to hiss from everywhere.. around her .. over her... disorienting her... she whirled around.. eyes wide.. she did not like this.. did not like this at all..

"Or perhaps you prefer pain"

The laser burned her... searing her skin... she screaming... scrambling to get out of it's way... the laser hunting her.. as Mark's voice seemed to prowl around her...

"Or do you prefer cold?"

The freezing gas coiled around her legs like a snake... she hated the cold.. and crying out she tries to move... only to stumble and fall.. another searing .. burning.. shock of pain bites into her flesh...

the darkness of the room was illuminated with sudden images... Mark's voice still growling from all around her.. keeping her confused.. she unable to retreat to her safety point.. into her mind..

"Perhaps you're hoping to be tortured."

Images... horrible images ... flashing on the walls around her... innocent people being tortured.. sounds of screams... whimpers... begging... now filled the room... Mark's voice still entwined within.. Tina curling up now on the floor.. trying to regain control.. to retreat and unable to... she was rocking... and moaning... another burning strike... she screaming and cowering back to the nearest wall.. shuddering... arms wrapping around her body... more images played before her... she saw Mark in some of those flashing pictures.. beating one slave with a whip.. another with a chain... the slave goad/cattle prod being used on another .. the screams echo in the dark room... "Mark... Master.. please.. NOOOO" and Mark's laugh as the whip... chain... shock.. struck again and again...

"Death"

The room went black.. the word hung there.. "Death... " Mark's voice.... "Death"... she was shaking violently against the wall...

More images began to glow over the walls... the other trainees... herself... washing the floor... on the cross... Kyle... Kyle making love to her on the cross.... Kyle.. chained to that same cross .. screaming in pain.. as Annette that same Mistress tortured Him..

That brought a howling scream from Tina... she closing her eyes tightly... the room went dark again... Tina.. was rocking back and forth.. crying... a rare show of her deepest emotion and fear...

"Do you honestly think you can resist us?"

She looks up as the door hisses open... Mark's voice fading in the darkness... she could not even get to her feet...but manages to crawl from that room....

In the Tavern that night... Tina was compliant... quiet.. As one Master after another used her... she responded... she could not retreat into her mind... when she tried.. she heard Mark "Death".. then heard Kyle's screams over and over again... the Master's did not seem to notice that the renegade slave had calmed.. but the other trainees sure did... each wondering what kind of hell the girl had to have been put thru to take her from the defiant winner of the contast just earlier that day.... to the quiet girl they saw now...

Tina was in a near state of shock... she trying to deal with.. and process.. the mind numbing ordeal they had put her thru... worse than any physical torture ... she could deal with physical pain.. she always had... but mental torture was her weakness... she was trying to deal with it...

What added to her torment.. was the fact that she did not see Kyle anywhere during that night... always she was looking for him... but she never saw him or heard his name mentioned... nothing...

As the last Master used her... she bent over the bar in a dark corner of the Tavern... she heard Mark's voice... He leaning down as the Master finished with her.. and pulled free of her dripping cunt...

"death" He whispered in her ear... and she shuddered... dropping slowly to her knees at His feet... her eyes glazing over.. she was completely terrified of HIm.. and as her head lowered to rest at His feet... the other slaves could only stare... nearly unbelieving... was she broken? What had she endured to bring her to such a state...
She did not hear the whispers... she only heard Mark's breathing and voice... as if He were her god... ~

 

[chris2c4u]

He looked down at her, kneeling at his feet, eyes downcast; he was pleased he had finally found at least a way in to her mind. He wasn't convinced yet she was the docile little slave she was trying to appear to be but he now had a lever.

"Stand up," he ordered and she stood, hands behind her back, not meeting his gaze. He walked off knowing she would follow him compliantly. Another door - another world. They entered and felt a breeze from a series of stone steps ahead of them; the light was from flickering torch in the wall. He told her to take care as she walked down the steep steps in fron t of him this time so she couldn't "accidentally" push him. The sounds began to assail them; voices noises of machinery and screams. She looked around with some fear in her eyes wondering what her fate was, her hands on the brick walls.

Downstairs a series of wooden doors faced them and he led her through one. The light was as poor here as outside but the naked man chained to a rack met her gaze; the sounds of his whimpering met her ears. Two others, a man and a woman,prowled the room ready to stretch him further; they both turned and smiled at Mark.

"Samantha, tell this," he pushed Tina in the back making her take a step forward, "why that slave is being dealt with."

Samantha, clad in a black pant suit, her blonde hair in a long pony tail walked around Tina, who cowered, uncertain if she were about to be beaten or herself placed on the evil machine.

"This -" she pointed a finger at the body of the man on the rack, "was recalcitrant. He could not be taught to obey without question. Now, I think, it is becoming a little more amenable." She turned to the man who sobbed openly now. "Aren't you?"

"Yes," his voice cracked, "please...no more..."

"Here," Mark gestured for Tina to join him. "Another notch for him. You can deliver it."

The man screamed, "noooo..." he eyes pleading at Tina not to obey.

Ignoring him Mark continued, "it's all rather hi-tech nowadays; no medieval brute force." He showed her the control panel and told her to turn the dial to one. She looked at Mark, at Samantha, at the man begging her not to on the rack.

Mark smiled and took her chin in his hands, turning her face, her eyes away from all of them - to the empty rack, waiting next to her. Then he turned her face back to his and made a questioning face. She knew well enough what it meant; do it - or join the slave.

She sobbed, arms by her sides unable to move for a moment.

"Come along," Mark said, almost whispering in her ear, "then it's a shower, bed for you - where you will minister to my needs. I'll be gentle...Otherwise - would you like to see Kyle turning up the rack when you're on it? I'm told he's been very docile since - well, since he was corrected recently. Or perhaps you would like to turn the dials for him - watch his agony?"

He reached out and placed her hands on the control panel and waited.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Another room... another horror... Tina was convinced that this place held nothing but horrors... her mind was still stunned by what had happened to her in that other room.. the darkness... the voice... "death"... but she was slowly coming around...

This new room was dim... dank.. sad in many ways.. Tina could only shudder at the moaning of the man on the rack.. he had to have been in great pain.. she wished she could teach him how to retreat as she did.. away from the pain...

She stayed quiet.. until Mark offered for her to bring the man to the next level of pain... Tina lifted her head then.. looking from the poor victim.. to the Mistress.. to Mark.. she did not want to be responsible for another's pain... but.....
but......................

her eye were guided to the other rack.. empty.. seeming to beckon to her... she felt a cold .. cold.. shiver.. race thru her.. and she knew... she knew that if she refused... she would be on that rack.. and Mark.. would be the one bringing the pain.. and... He would ENJOY it... she looked again to the pleading man on the rack... If she had to be loyal.. it would be to HERSELF and no other.. that was the only way she was going to survive...

She whimpers quietly... not wanting or liking to have to do this...

her hand was laid over the dial....

"Come along, then it's a shower, bed for you - where you will minister to my needs. I'll be gentle...Otherwise - would you like to see Kyle turning up the rack when you're on it? I'm told he's been very docile since - well, since he was corrected recently. Or perhaps you would like to turn the dials for him - watch his agony?"

"Kyle" she whispered... shuddering at Mark's words.. "No.. please... do not punish Kyle".. the words were barely audible.. she would not be able to watch gentle Kyle being punished.. and never could she be the one admistering the pain... NO.. she just could not.. she trembles at Mark's words of Kyle being corrected recently.. the image from the room suddenly flashing in her mind... she went white.. and still... her hand still resting on the dial...

and she turned it... the man's screams fill the room.. Tina stayed quiet.. trying to block the sound out of her ears.. her mind...

Her hand dropped to her sides... head lowering as well..

"you will minister to my needs."

Swallowing slowly.. she steps back.. she did not want to minister to Mark's need... His touch repulsed her... but she had no choice... and as she is led out of the sad room.. the man's screams were finally fading..

The shower.. surprisingly... was a regular shower... heated.. and.. it started out alone... she was reveling in the feel of the ohhh sooo warm water on her skin... letting it sooth and calm her... her dark hair dripping down her back... eyes lidded... a moment later she heard Him.. Mark.. joining her... she turned away from Him.. she did not want to look at Him.. even if He did use her.. she did not want to have to look at Him as He did... her back and sides were still soapy... the lather slithering down her skin... Mark stepping up behind her... crowding against her.. giving her no room... no freedom... He pushing her forward slightly.. her hands coming up to brace against the wall... she was quivering a little... her breathing was rapid.. heart pounding as she felt Him begin to touch her...

Finally she spoke... "why me... why was I chosen for this.. " she was curious... she hoped maybe a bit of information would help her escape in the future.."please.. tell me... please... "....

 

[chris2c4u]

He ran his hands through the rivulets that streamed down Tina's back and across the firm curve of her buttocks as she tried to pull away, his fingers sliding through the soapy bubbles on her back.

"why me... why was I chosen for this.. please.. tell me... please... "

He wiped aside the dark hair plastered to her neck by the water and kissed her just below the ear. His hands slid around her ribs to caress her breasts, his body pressed against her under the steady flow of the water.

"You are to be trained as a special slave..." his fingers tugged her nipples, his mouth near her ear.

"You will have a good life - for a slave - if you let it happen..."

His hands slide down to the curve of her waist and hips and turned her around. He looked at her, watching her trying to huddle in the corner, uncertain what this creature was going to do to her.

Slowly Mark, looking at her eyes hypnotically, pulled away and reached up to take down the shower head, taking it in his hands, spraying the water down her shoulder, over her breasts, over her erect nipples.

Slowly he moved the shower head down, the water spraying on her tummy, then a stream of water down each thigh until at last the water played between her legs. He pressed the shower head closer to her naked mound, flicking it back and forth then higher, spraying the lips of her pussy. He flicked the water on and off her sex until finally he kept it playing on her as he watched her. He knew the warm water now flooded over her clit and slipped inside her pussy.

He leaned forward and began to suckle her breasts, his tongue playing around her nipples as he pressed the jets of water closer, closer...

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"You are to be trained as a special slave..."

~ His hands were on her now.. His body pressed so very close to hers... special... she was going to be special.. what.. did He mean by that.. the thought made her go cold... shiver... her head lowered with a sigh...

He turning her around.. to face Him.. the one thing she did not want to do.. face him... for once.. He did not have that evil look in His eyes... He almost looked... normal... to her..

Her eyes were captured in His... she could not pull her gaze away.. As He takes the shower head in hand.. and begins to caress her body with the warm water that was flowing... the fingers of heat pulsating over her skin... tender... gentle.. massaging...

"You are to be trained as a special slave... You will have a good life - for a slave - if you let it happen..."

The words rang in her mind.. as her body began to react... her form arching a bit... her back now against the slick wet wall.. the water tickling over her swollen nipples... skin glistening... as He brings the water lower... and lower.. until the pressure is teasing against her bare pussy... she gasps... still staring at Him ... shuddering.. quivering.. her voice purring in a low moan as the water arouses her clit... her senses..

She is finally able to close her eyes as Mark lowers His head to taste of one heated peak of her nipple... His tongue and mouth embracing.. sending racing sensations of pleasure thru her.. the water pressing closer... mingling with her own mositure now.. as she trembles against the wall..

She tries to keep her hands at her sides... but can not.. as Mark bites and suckles the nipple deep into His mouth.. the water pressure increasing at her sex... she lifts her hands... running her wet fingers along His naked back... up into His hair.. and back down again... she was moaning freely now... unable to stop... She HATED reacting like this to Mark of all people.. but the rare show of gentleness was getting to her... after the torture in that room... after hearing Mark in her ears.. mind... now He was managing to get to her physically... and she could not stop it...

She began rocking slightly against the wet wall... moaning... gaspng... her nails raking HIs back lightly...

"please" she whispered... not wanting to say that word.. not wanting to beg Him for anything.. yet she could not stop it from slipping from her lips... "please... Mark".... her breath was coming in shallow pants... her body was quaking.. heart pounding.. the water and His mouth were driving her crazy....~

 

[chris2c4u]

He felt her beginning to respond to his touch, to the water that played over her sex. He felt her hands move along his skin and into his hair, he could feel the barriers being washed away by the water.

Her body began to move, her hips rocking into the spray of water, her nails on his skin as she became more excited, then in among the moans, softly at fisrt he heard her...

"Please," she whispered. He smiled around her nipple in his mouth, feeling her trying to pull him closer feeling her body responding, her body'd needs for satisfaction overcoming her mind, all the hatred he knew was in her for him at that moment pushed aside by some strange submissiveness overcoming her.


"Please... Mark." Her voice was more urgent, her desires bubbling over as she panted in his ear, as her hands pawed his back, down to his buttocks and up again.

Still he played the water on her, still his mouth explored her breasts, her neck, her shoulders. Then he kissed her mouth, feeling her lips soften under his, feeling her mouth open to his invading tongue, feeling her body weak against him as her hips rocked in the water.

Without breaking the kiss he replaced the shower head over them, drenching them again, listening to her moan as the loss of sensation between her legs until she felt his fingers slide down her hip and between her legs. Gently he touched her pussy, probing, sliding a finger inside her.

Now he broke the kiss so he could press close, feel the rapid rise and fall of her breasts, watch her through the water, their eyes close to each other, filling each other's gaze. His finger slid in and out of her his body pressed close so she felt his erection pressed against her thigh.

He opened the door of the shower and turned off the water, drawing her out and he stooped to pick her up in his arms. On the bed were towels and he placed her on them, towelling her dry slowly, drying himself off. Still damp they lay together and again he kissed her, now though his mouth ranged over her firm breasts, down across her tummy and slowly, gently, his tongue lapped at her pussy...

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ she could not stop the sensations that seemed to be overtaking her... deep in her mind she was screaming at herself "what are YOU doing?!?!?!"... but that mattered not to her... for the moment... she was tired of fighting.. and after the torture of her mind in that room... and being used as nothing more than an animal in the tavern.. the threats to Kyle... she was desperate for pleasure... for comfort.. and Mark was the only one that could give that to her... at least at this moment..

The water washing over her body.. warm.. caressing.. soothing.. only amplified by the touch of His hands.. His mouth... she let those barriers down... as He lifted His mouth to kiss her... her own lips part to His.. tongues entwining dee within the heated confines of her mouth... her body trembling as His finger now penetrates her sex.. her eyes widening... then closing once more.. as Mark fingered her... making her rock against the wall...

He broke the kiss.. and her eyes opened .. to find His mere inches from hers... she could not break the gaze.. could not look away from the intensity that seemed to look deep into her soul... low purring moans of pleasure vibrating past her lips as He continues the stroking of His finger inside her.. in and out... her hips rocking to Him invitingly... He pressing so close that His arousal was easily felt... "ohhh godddss" she whispers.. her breath quivering..

He drew her then from the shower.. taking her into His arms... she knew she should be fighting... protesting.. something... but she did not.. He was gentle with her as He laid her on the bed... drying her off with the provided towels... she had a moment to think then... what was He doing???... why was He being so gentle... was this the same Mark that had used the slave goad/cattle prod on her.. sending waves of pain thru her ... that had punished a slave she had spoken to... making the poor girl scream.. as punishment for herself... the same Mark that had tortured her mind in that horrible room... was He trying to win her trust... or would He turn on her like a cobra at any moment...

Her thoughts were driven back by the feel of His lips on hers once more as He laid on the bed next to her.. she opening to His kiss again... moaning... as her body shook in need... want... His mouth roaming down over her form now... seeming to touch.. taste... learn her... until He was down between her outstretched legs.. her fingers dug into the bedding under her as His tongue began to lick at the still dampened folds of her sex... she felt her own arousal.. the wetness of her sweet juices beginning to flow at His touch.. each lick bringing another moan.. gasp.. cry .. from her as she writhes on the bed... hips rolling to His mouth... her head thrashing side to side.. she panting for breath... her fluids slicking his lips.. chin.. as Mark thrusts His tongue inside her.. feeling the tightness surround Him for that breif moment.. her clit was pulsing painfully.. her sex felt empty... longing to be filled... she ... she wanted Him... she hated that she did... but at that moment.. she wanted... hungered .. to feel Him inside her..

"Mark... godsss.. please... let me feel You inside me.. please".. the words flowed off her tongue... past her lips.. she could hardly believe she was saying them.. what kind of hold was He gaining on her.. ~

 

[chris2c4u]

His mouth covered her sex, slipped between her thighs which she opened wantonly to accept his pleasuring her. He felt her moving, pressing her pussy to his mouth, to his invading tongue as he tasted her juices, probed her tight canal. He felt till more pleasure at her words, "Mark... godsss.. please... let me feel You inside me.. please."

His hands slid up to her hips his mouth stil played and he listened to her moans of desire increase until he was ready to move his kisses up her body replacing his mouth with his fingers for a moment on her, in her, caressing her clit gently, rubbing around and then on it.

His mouth, wet with her fluid, came to her lips and he let her taste her on his tongue as he moved easily to cover her to slide between her legs. He lay on her his cock pressed against her smooth mound, against her clit, his balls against her wet nether lips as he deepened his kiss on her mouth.

He felt her body again responding, her arms her legs enfolding his, caressing as he moved against her warm skin. His lips trailed down to her breasts and back and forth between them as he sucked in her nipples hard into his mouth, as he reached down to take his erection in his hand and play with it against her pussy.

Slowly he ran his cock around the wet, waiting entrance where his tongue had run around and he heard her moaning in desire, in need to escape the horrors with anyone, even with him, the monster she hated. He smiled to himself at the barriers he was breaking down as he slid his hard maleness deep into her tight, welcoming sex.

He moved over and against her, almost pulling out before again sliding deep as he used her pliant body for his pleasure, as he made sure that she would feel her own climax given to her by the person she despised. With steady thrusts, with deft touches, he felt her arousal increasing as she lay under him, penetrated and used.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ He was over her... His body gliding against hers.. trapping her beneath Him on the bed.. skin on skin... their mouths melting together in another deep kiss.. His tongue curling around hers.. she tasting of her own arousal... her moans vibrate lightly against His lips...

She hated what was happening.. hated Him.. yet she craved His touch... she craved a gentle touch... she craved pleasure instead of pain... she was desperate for comfort.. for pleasure... and not confusion or anger or fear... why.. why did it have to be HIM that did this to her.. WHY...

He pulls back from the kiss.. leaving her gasping.. to lower His head to her breasts once more..feeding on her nipples as she writhes under Him... as He reaches down to grasp His erect cock.. her hips come up... inviting.. begging.. her hands around His shoulders... nails digging into Him.. the teasing of His cock against her was driving her wild.. not just with aroused desire.. her body was reacting to that... but driving her wild with the need to forget the horrors that surrounded her and simply feel the act of sex.. mating.. between a male and a female... she needed Him inside her to drive away her deepest feelings of fear... and lonliness...

"please.... " she again begged in that deep seductive voice of hers... she was desperate to feel HIm fill her...

Then He was inside her... His length easily penetrating the drenched slick folds of her pussy... pressing past... and inside... the muscles opening... surrounding.. tightening.. gripping Him as her hips lifted.. her legs wrapping around Him... back arching.. gasping in pure carnal pleasure.. her rapidly beating heart could be felt within the velvet walls that now embrace Him...

As He moved... so did she.. matching His thrusts.. her body writhing.. undulating.. grasping Him.. taking Him deeper with every penetration... the tender head of His cock brushing the muscled cervix buried so deep inside the body of the girl... her keening cries were constant now... rolling past her lips... she crying out to the one man she sooo hated in this world...

"Mark... Ohhhhh godddsssss.. Mark... " her voice sounded as if a lover were calling out to Him.. dripping with her lust .. her need... her hunger... godsssss she HATED Him more at that moment... that He had managed to get to her when she were weak and defenseless.. and use her this way... yet she cries out for more... ~

 

[chris2c4u]

He slid deep into her pulsing body, feeling her throb around his stiff organ as he penetrated her sex.

She clung to him, her hips pushing in time with his thrusts as they squeezed her clit between their bodies, as his erection slipped to the hilt in her so she felt him probe the neck of her womb. Her legs were wrapped around his body pulling him in with his thrusts against her. Her mouth no explored his face, his neck whenever he lifted his lips from their exploring of her breasts. He sucked the underside of her breast, marking her.

He listened with growing satisfaction as she cried out to him in her need, listened to her voice, "Mark... Ohhhhh godddsssss.. Mark," listened to the desire on her words, feeling her nails rake his back, his ass as he thrust faster, with less control, more speed.

Lust and hate were driving her on, the thrusts up at his body almost like punches against him, extracting pleasure and trying to fight him at the same time. She was gasping, squealing, her head pushed back one moment, flayling the next, her nails clutching his back.

With a steady deep thrust and a low moan he pressed his cock inside her and pulled her hips up off the towels to meet the deep thrust. His cock throbbed and his hot semen began to flood her sex.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"no.. NO NO NO" her mind was screaming.. she did not want to cum for Him.. cum because of Him.. she did not want to feel that level of pleasure from this one man... she couldn't... she wouldn't.. yet...

she did...

her lips found His... the kiss was a deep lovers kiss.. this time her tongue slithered into his mouth.. curling around His.. tasting herself.. and HIs own desire deeply within..

He was plunging hard and fast into her now.. she was used to rough sex... she had enough of it that was for sure.. it had been the same as pain for her.. she could retreat back into her mind while whoever used her body... but.. this was sooooo much different..

What Mark was doing rivaled what Kyle had done to her.. bringing her to levels of lust.. passion.. pleasure.. she had never reached... He pounding His hips against her and she responding in kind.. her body shuddering...

Then He gripped her hips and drew her up to Him... as the last of His thrusts claimed her... she was held in His arms.. as His cock suddenly exploded... pulsing... throbbing.. spasming .. deeply inside her willing and begging body... "Noooooooo" she screamed out.. as her own orgasm.. proof that He had indeed gotten to her.. floods over her senses and body.. sending her careening into a climax that shook her to her very core... she screams out His name.. "MMMMARRRKKKKK.... " as she cums around His throbbing length... searing hot fluid spills out to coat Him.. mingle with the seed that was still jetting into her.. filling her... flowing out around Him.. her body was arched and quivering in His arms... she had bitten down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood... and the orgasm just seemed to last and last... as His did... until finally... she began to come down from that crescendo... gasping... panting.. moaning... and inwardly sobbing that He had drawn such a climax from her... she fell back to the bed.. weakened... and vunerable.. He was still inside her... the last droplets of His seed dripping from His cock...

She turns her head aside... eyes lowered... she can feel His labored breathing.. His face and eyes so close to hers...

"ohhh godsss" she moans... quietly.. ~

 

[chris2c4u]

He had wrung a response from her body, as he hoped he would. She had felt pleasure from him and now they lay panting, sweat from their carnal act caught between them. He looked and saw her avoiding his eyes, saw the blood and with a grin moved up and caught her chin with his hand, turning her face to him. He sucked her lower lip making her struggle against his strong hand.

"I'm a vampire," he whispered, licking the blood off her lip and then bending to suck her nipple. "Perhaps I'll turn you into one too - you'd like to be like me, wouldn't you?"

He let go of her face. "Perhaps you'd like to be a torturer - you've made a start already." He raised himself up on his hands and slowly withdrew his semi flaccid member from her warm body and sat with her, beside her, giving her a parody of a lover's caresses and hugs that she could hardly respond to.

After a while, food arrived and he told her to eat what she liked, use the bathroom, he was going to watch TV; still the strange pretense at friendship continued. She wondered how long it would last. That night, too, she was allowed to sleep next to him, only one wrist chained to the bed.

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Morning came and Mark woke Tina with soft kisses to her back and shoulders where she lay away from him, trying to take up as little of the bed as possible. "Today you will begin your training as a special slave. You should enjoy it - you are to be trained as a courtesan who will command a high price at auction. You will be kept amont the leading families in the world for their pleasure. This new training will involve being taught another language - do you speak French? Then that's what it will probably be. A romance language." He grinned at the incongruity of it.

"You will also learn etiquette and deportment. While you might be allowed to be a little fiery, you will be a possession, with the ways of a compliant woman. I will continue to ensure that you are obedient - and I can tell when people pretend and I will punish you hard if I detect that. Do you understand?"

He watched her sullenly nod.

"Tonight, you will begin special lessons with me - we will be going to a restaurant, away from the Academy. A chance to dress up." He led her into the bedroom and a large closet full of clothes. "You can select something from these later." He let her gaze at the designer clothing and underwear and she looked around wide eyed and a little smile on her face. It could have been at the propect of being dressed again - but he was almost sure it was her plotting an escape plan.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ she tried to keep her eyes and face away from His.. she did not want to look at Mark.. in her mind she tried to convince herself it was Kyle that had taken her so passionately ... but His voice cast that from her thoughts...

He grasps her chin... turning her to face Him... His grin seeming evil again.. as He leans down to taste the sweetness of the blood on her lips... she reaching up to try and push Him away.. "noooo" she murmers... not wanting His touch anymore... but unable to match His strength...

"I'm a vampire, Perhaps I'll turn you into one too - you'd like to be like me, wouldn't you?"

Those words made her stop struggling .. and for a moment He saw definance in her eyes.. "I will NEVER be the Monster You are" she manages to hiss... her eyes almost blazing at the thought...

He let go of her face. "Perhaps you'd like to be a torturer - you've made a start already."

She hissed at Him again... but said nothing.. she knew what she had done... it was an act of self preservation... but now.. as she lay here under Him... He having made her beg... brought her thru a shattering climax... she wondered if she would have been better off on that horrible rack.. suffering ...

she turns her head away then... not wanting Him to see what she had been thinking... as if He could read her mind...

He had withdrawn from her... and was now lying next to her... touching.. caressing... lips.. fingers... she trying to resist... yet He was again gentle... bringing forth those low moans He seemed to enjoy hearing her make... her back arching slightly...

When the food arrived.,.. her belly rumbled.. and He actually allowed her to eat... what she desired... to clean herself up if she wished... He was going to watch TV... as if they were lovers .. after an intense session of lovemaking...

She did not each much... choosing bread... some cheese.. grapes.. and an apple... she then went into the bathroom and even dared to close the door and lock it... He did not protest ... she showered once again... seeking to wash away what had happened...

When she came back out... He was in bed... it was late.. He told her.. and patted the bed next to Him... she almost protested... but the look in His eyes... she knew it was better to let the night end on a good note.. and she in turn climbed into His bed... one wrist only was chained... He pulling her to Him... she falling asleep in His embrace.. as He gently let His fingertips play over her warm skin... the last sensation she felt was His touch... the last thing she heard as she drifts off to sleep was HIs whisper about being a "special slave"...

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She was awakened by the touch of His lips along her spine.. trailing up to her shoulders... making her tremble... she wanted to tell Him to stop the charade of being her gentle lover.. or whatever He was pretending to be... but she stayed silent..

"Today you will begin your training as a special slave. You should enjoy it - you are to be trained as a courtesan who will command a high price at auction. You will be kept amont the leading families in the world for their pleasure. This new training will involve being taught another language - do you speak French? Then that's what it will probably be. A romance language."

"Trying to pass this place off as a college" she hisses almost under her breath... some college.. a college of slavery...

"You will also learn etiquette and deportment. While you might be allowed to be a little fiery, you will be a possession, with the ways of a compliant woman. I will continue to ensure that you are obedient - and I can tell when people pretend and I will punish you hard if I detect that. Do you understand?"

"Yes .... Mark" she says as she nods... not liking this idea at all.. but having no say in the matter..

What He said next... tho.. peeked her interest..

"Tonight, you will begin special lessons with me - we will be going to a restaurant, away from the Academy. A chance to dress up."

Her jaw nearly dropped... He was going to take her out.. IN PUBLIC.. this would be her chance... and already her mind was racing as He pulls her from the bed... showing her a closet filled with the most beautiful of dresses... He allowing HER to chose... no doubt to get a sense of her ... taste....

Most of the day passed in a blur... she was thinking hard and fast about how she was going to get out of this place.. and come back with all the proper authorities.. and how she was going to watch Mark be accused of so many horrible things.. and go to prison.. Himself.. which was what this place was.. to her... prison.. where she was raped and beaten every day...

Mark began to teach her basic french... which she found easy to pick up... and the afternoon was spent there.. again as if this were some sort of sick college...

At 6pm.. she was told to go to Mark's room and prepare for her lesson for the evening... They would be leaving for dinner at 8pm.. she had exactly 2 hours...

Tina had no problems with that... she still did not know how she was going to escape.. but she would.. she was determined in that...

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She showered.. letting the hot water relax her... trying to stop worrying and thinking and just let the night happen.. she would get away.. she would..

She dried... both her body and her raven black hair.. letting her fingers work thru the curls so that when she were done .. her mane fell about her shoulders in beautiful black silken curls...

She chose a black dress.. again dark.. to hide in the shadows if need be... she had to chose a long gown like dress.. she wanted a shorter one.. that would be easier to run in... but there were none.. all were long graceful gowns.. the good thing was that this one had side slits that went high up on the thigh... she could run in this ... yes she dould... opauqe black hose gracing her supple legs... the dress clung to every curve of her body... sleeveless... yet a high neck.. accenting her throat.. as well as her ample breasts... a string of pearls complimented the black... and lastly... she chose gorgeous supple leather boots .. black of course... instead of normal heels... the boots accented her legs... with just enough of a heel to elongate her feline lithe body... she looked like an enchanting black panther on the hunt... exquisitley stunning to look at...

She wore little to no makeup... simply blushing her cheeks lightly.. and moistening her lips with gloss... she had naturally long black lashes.. that was all her striking eyes needed...

At 8pm.. Mark strode into His room.. dressed sharply in a dark grey suit with a black shirt and tie... even Tina had to admit that He looked damned good... ~

 

[chris2c4u]

Mark enjoyed the afternoon spent with her and was pleased that, despite all that was happening that day, she had been attentive to the basic French he was able to teach. Later she would be passed to more fluent tutors but for now he enjoyed goading her with the old tutor-pupil fantasy.

"Perhaps I should make you come to my office, when you don't do well? A spanking perhaps?" He saw her try and bury her defiance by looking away, by a little forced smile. He walked around her, teaching her names for the parts of the body, as he did so he caressed each part on her body. Sliding next to her on the seat his hand slipped between her legs and he spoke a few words together as his fingers fondled her pussy. "They all mean the same," he slipped a finger inside her so she had no doubt what, "but some are - cruder - than others."

The day passed and again he left her alone to prepare for the evening, as he himself did. When it was nearly time to leave he went back to the room and almost, almost, his mask of impurterbability nearly slipped. The clothes she had chosen were perfect, accentuating her lithe form. Her hair in jet black ringlets hung around her face and shoulders. He nodded and walked around her, deliberately reducing her to an object again as his eyes raked over her - though he felt she looked at him with some carnal interest.

"An excellent choice, you will be a fine clotheshorse for your owner," he chuckled and kissed her cheek. He offered her his arm as if they were going out together as friends; reluctantly she took it, her heart beating fast, Mark seeing the flush in her face.

They walked to a door that led to a gravel drive on which stood a car with blacked out windows, not dissimilar to the one she had been brought to the Academy in. He held the door open for her and joined her in the back seat, the driver hidden by a partition from them. Once inside the world beyond dissapeared, the road couldn't be seen. "Most useful later - we could make love on the way back, no one the wiser," he said, his hand on her thigh.

She tried to time the drive roughly; it seemed to be quite short so she surmised that some place was quite near to the Academy. When the car stopped Tina's mouth was dry; when would she get her chance to escape? There was little point running immediately and none in creating a scene, they would soon have bundled her back into the car.

Mark opened the door and she looked around; the restaurant looked inviting, plants grew up around it, an awning stretched out over the sidewalk where a few people walked. Some others sat outside the coffee shop next door enjoying the warm evening.

Mark led the way inside and a small man - Mark shook his hand, "Luigi, we have a table." The man nodded and tugged on the lapels of his somewhat worn black suit. He pulled on his greasy moustache and smiled broadly. In an Italian accent that could well have been faked he greeted Mark and then turned his attention to Tina.

"Such beauty, you honour us," he kissed her hand and then flambouantly head off between the small tables with a scattering of diners to one at the rear of the restaurant. A candle burnt inside a small frosted glass, otherwise the lighting was subdued. He left menus and a wine list and Mark smiled over at Tina. "Please, chose anything you like. If you're unsure, Luigi will explain what anything is - he likes the company of beautiful women - though his wife disaproves." He tilted his head and Tina looked over to see a dowdy woman, greying hair pulled back into a bun, keeping an eagle eye on her husband.

"Should you need the restrooms they're through there," Mark mentioned casually. "There are no phones there though." He smiled, hinting that he knew what she might try.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ whereever they were... it was fairly close to the prison .. as she thought of it... she could not have been so lucky as have been taken into town... were running and getting lost in the streets and people would have been so much easier..

The scent that permeated the air was delicious.. Italian had always been her favorite... during the ride over she had purposely tried to not look at Mark... after the night prior... and then the french lesson.. when He had very nearly brought her to another orgasm with His fingers ... she had to put her wall back up... and keep Him out... otherwise she would be lost.. and she knew that...yet when He had come to fetch her for this little "date" ... her own breath had caught at the sight of how incredibably handsome and sexy He had looked... and now.. as she sat across from Him.. in that restaurant... she let her eyes fall on her Tormentor again... gods He was handsome... and she had to wonder how He got involved in such a place...

"am I allowed to speak ... freely?" she asked.. with the slightest cant to her head... maybe she could find out more information before she bolted... and she could not run quite yet... SHe wanted them.. the guards and Mark.. to be more relaxed and offguard... she had a plan... brewing in her mind... for now... she hoped to lull Him and any guards she knew of and didn't know of.. into a false sense of security...

She sipped her water... ignoring the offered wine... she had to remain clear headed and wine would only make her slower and more prone to getting caught once she did make a run for it.. and surely she was going to this night...

She ran her fingers along her throat and up into her hair nervously .. still her eyes regarding the ... Man... before her...

"Mark... how did You come to be invovled in such a life... You know this is nothing more than pimping human beings... You know this is wrong... You have to know this... "

 

[chris2c4u]

Mark watched her while she chose and he allowed her to order from Luigi herself. The wine selected and brought to the table a glass was poured for her. He sipped his own and made one-sided small talk about the supposed age of the restaurant and the history of some of its clientele. All the while he saw her looking around, saw a nervousness in her.

He let his talk subside and saw how she sensually stroked her throat and let her hand stray into her luxurious hair. He met her eyes as she spoke.

"Am I allowed to speak...freely?" She tilted her head; he made no indication either way and she continued, Mark, how did You come to be involved in such a life? You know this is nothing more than pimping human beings? You know this is wrong. You have to know this..."

He sipped his wine and put down the glass, leaning a little closer to her.

"First of all, you're not allowed to do anything freely any more. You will learn at your time with us to think just of your owner's wishes and not of your own. Ever. As it has been just a few days and your training is only just beginning, I forgive your lapse."

He paused as the fisrt course of their meal was delivered by two waiters; Luigi hovered in the background, intent in ensuring their enjoyment in the food.

They began to eat.

"This lesson is for you to behave as an obedient escort; as such, you have been provided with wine which you are ignoring - this will not do. You must take some of it at least. If you had been lent as a gift for the evening to a colleague of your owner, that person may not appreciate your not taking at least some wine. He is spending time in being good to you; you must be appreciative." He slid the goblet towards her. "You will learn an appreciation of fine wines, in the course of your time with us."

They ate a little more and once again he lapsed into trivia about the food which she managed to join in with a little.

He sat back and surveyed her. He dabbed a napkin at his lips. "Pimping human beings? Again, you bring your values of right and wrong with you, this time to judge me. You will learn to forget those values and just obey me, obey the ones I am training you for. These people will give you a new set of values to live by - one which, as I say, will lead to a very comfortable life for you. You will learn this." He reached out and stroked her thigh. "No matter how long it takes, you will learn it - painfully or easily, I will be inside you - in every possible way."

Above a broad smile his eyes were cold and calculating and his fingers, raised to her cheek felt skeletal to her warm skin. He continued, frighteningly, "This isn't pimping, this is how the world should be. A sense of order, of place. Everyone knowing what they should do - not disturbing the balance. You will learn your use - a pawn in the game."

He smiled again and leaned back. "Ready for the main course?"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ His words were cold... cruel.. and calculating... and truely send the deepest of chills into.. and through ... her very core... she saw Him for what He was... He was the devil Himself in her eyes... evil.. cruel.. wicked... vicious... no matter the gentleness He had managed to show her last night... she swore in that moment she would not let Him get to her again...

She barely ate... trying to come to terms with what He told her... trying to twist her mind around the fact that indeed she was in the middle of this...

He gently nudging the golet of wine toward her... her fingers wrap about it.. nodding to Him.. she takes the required sip... before setting it back down...

She tried to put Him at "ease" by talking about the food... letting Him think that she seemingly was relaxing... she even managed to smile for a moment or two.. until she felt His hand rest to her thigh... His touch was chilling... yet she found herself parting her legs just a little to that touch to her smooth flesh... something she quickly halted... she would NOT let Him get to her again... His hand lifted to her cheek... those cold fingertip brushing her warm skin... she wanted to smack His hand away... but dared not...
He spoke of how the world should be... the sense of order.. and that she was nothing more than a pawn in the game... she did not like that.. she HATED being a pawn in anyones game.. she had since she was a child and shuttled from one foster home to another...

"Ready for the main course?"

"I need to use the ladies room... please" to which He nodded His head... the ladies room was close by... but she had noted that it was past the kitchen... she knew the main course was coming out.. she just had to get her timing right...

She rose to her feet... letting her hands glide over the silken black dress she wore... a gentle turn.. the silk danced on her form... the dress was stunning on her... she slowly walked toward the hall that led to the ladies room... passing the kitchen.. just as the outgoing door opened and Luigi and another came out with a tray of plates... she was hidden from sight for a moment... she pushes the ladies room door to let it swing.. so that Mark would think she had indeed gone in there... then she slipped silently into the kitchen... thru the 2nd ingoing door... the fire alarm was right where she thought it would be... and she pulls it... setting off all the alarms and alerting the fire department... the sprinklers suddenly come on as well... and confusion took over.. cook's.. who did not know any better.. scrambled around the kitchen... Tina quickly made her way toward the back.. there had to be another door... there had to be... and there was.. she was outside the back of the restaurant within seconds... she paused to get her bearings... before running down the back of the building and peering out ... the coffeshop patrons next door had gotten up and were looking at the restaurant in confusion.. and in the distance... she heard what she wanted to hear... SIRENS ~

 

[chris2c4u]

She was bright, he knew that but just how much of an effect had the small amount of training had on her as yet?

The expected call to use the restrooms came and Mark smiled to himself when the sprinklers went off; a nice touch, he hadn't expected that. He got up quickly and asked Luigi if he had seen her. He quickly checked the restroom before heading out of the kitchen at the back, while pressing a button on his phone.

Tina outside soon looked around her a little more widely and the odd situation began to dawn on her. The coffee shop and restaurant were isolated in a large field; there was nothing else around - streetlights ended just past them on either side. She smiled when she heard sirens, looking around for a place to hide until the police and fire department arrived. Suddenly, searchlights turned on and began to scour the buildings. Her stomach tensed - what was happening? She looked around and began to run down the alleyway between the buildings until it ran into the field. Why was there nothing else?

Behind her, she saw Mark emerge from the kitchen and she began to run across the field, desperate to escape. The sirens still sounded but they didn't seem to be getting nearer. She ran; a white searchlight beam caught her and she tried to dart out of the light. Still she ran.

Marks form moved more slowly but deliberately after her; he knew he neededn't hurry. He knew that the sirens were just the warning that a slave had escaped and now they faded to silence, only the lights played still across the field, catching Tina's form as she scurried away - until she reached the fence. Metal, topped by razor wire.

She turned her back to it and started to run sideways along its length. Mark followed, slowly inexorably, approaching her. Now she realised - of course, they hadn't left the grounds of the Academy at all. It was just another trick. She turned wondering whether to fight, wondering if running was any use at all.

He approached; the searchlight at his back made his powerful form a silhouette against the glow. He seemed to lower over her and his voice came to her ears full of control, full of venom.

"Kneel, you ungrateful bitch and I might just be able to save your life."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ She had misjudged.... a mistake that just may cause her ... her life.... once she realized that the restaurant and coffeshop were not off the Academy property.. she had done the only thing she knew to do... run.... but there was no where to go... the search lights... the voices... the sirens halting.. she realizing now they were not the Fire Department.. No.. they were alarms.. the sound of dogs... she had no hope of getting away... not this time... she would not make that mistake again... if there was an... "again"... in her life...

She was trapped... back to the metal fence... Mark slowly approaching.. the spot light behind Him... shadowing Him.. He looked like Satan himself to her at that moment...

"Kneel, you ungrateful bitch and I might just be able to save your life."

Her mind was racing... she was on the verge of screaming.. not that screaming would help her situation any... she slid down the fence to her knees... silent.. altho a closer look saw the tears that she tried to hold back... she actually almost begged for Him to kill her... the words were on the tip of her tongue... but her will to survive was just too strong.... she let her head drop forward... tensing.. she had no idea what He was going to do... but she already was retreating into her mind... she had to... and she cast that faraway glance at Mark... in her eyes was her fear.... and her... sorrow... as she tries to fade into that nothingness that was sooo very safe to her... ~

 

[chris2c4u]

Mark flipped his phone open. "The situation is under control, I'm bringing her back."

He reached down and thrust his hand into the ringlets of her hair and pulled her up by them, pushing her ahead of him towards the road where the car waited. The searchlights switched off as she stumbled and struggled towards the road. At the car he opened the back door and pushed her inside, not joining her this time but locking the doors and sitting in the front with the driver.

The drive back was slow, giving her time to think, to wonder what would happen. When they stopped she could detect a bright light through the smoked glass and waited until the door was opened; Mark stood there and didn't need to speak, she got out of the car and stood beside him. Two other older men were already there, dressed in suits; they looked at her and at Mark.

"This is a very serious matter," said one of them. "We must deal with her case tonight." He nodded and two other men came forward and held her arms, marching her away. Again, the endless corridors, again the facelessness of oppression. She was pushed into a room where the men pulled off her clothes, back to her customary state of nudity quickly. A bright light shone on a steel table and, with some struggles, they got her onto it and spreadeagled, metal bands holding her wrists and ankles. They left and she seemed to be alone.

For a long while nothing happened and then she began to hear voices, seemingly coming from above.

"The Council is in session, a decision to be taken on the infractions of Possession 1842/B." The evening's events were described and she recognised Mark's voice. From around her she could hear male and female voices discussing the problems they were having with her.

"She is a liability."

"Who is to say she won't be able to pretend to be trained and then make an escape attempt from a customer?"

"I can deal with her," Mark's voice again. "These were planned activities, knowing at this stage that she would be likely to attempt to escape."

"Mark, you are our best trainer and your opinion is valued but we have to deal with the bigger picture. The time it might take to break her may well not be worth the effort if she can pretend so easily to be docile."

"Her behaviour in the games and with another slave indicate a strong will. I think the time invested to break her will be too great. I suggest termination."

A female voice. "The Council will vote."

"Termination."

"Termination."

"Termination."

Three male voices. The female again spoke. "Take her away and execute her."

Within moments men surrounded her, too many to struggle with and plucked her from the table, securing her wrists behind her, binding them securely. She was dragged from the room where Mark waited in the corridor. He didn't speak but walked along with them as they dragged her towards the gallows in the great hall.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ thrust in the car.... the ride back seeming to take so much longer than the ride to the "restaraunt"... she was alone back there and cowering back in the corner... she wanted to retreat into her mind.. but could not... she had to remain alert... she had to be prepared for whatever they were going to do to her... she hung her head down.. fighting the urge to cry.. but tears still laced down her cheeks..

The door flung open.. she crawled from the car on her own.. casting a glance to Mark.. then standing silently beside Him...
Two men stood before her..

"This is a very serious matter, We must deal with her case tonight."

She was quite sure that ment some kind of horrific punishment .. she was taken by the arms.. and dragged inside..
Taken to a room.. shoved inside... her instinct for survival kicked in.. she began kicking.. screaming.. struggling... to no avail.. she was stripped.. and as she writhed and hollared.. she was bound to a steel table... the cold was harsh against her bared back... a bright light above her blinding her... she was whimpering softly before her voice faded into silence... she felt eyes on her... she felt that someone.. or many someone's .. were studying her... assessing her...

Then she heard voices... more lights flooded onto her naked and shaking body upon that table... male voices.. female voices.. all around her..

liability

not be worth the effort

a strong will

I suggest termination

termination termination termination

"Take her away and execute her

She turns her head aside .. and begins to cry... softly... she could not retreat in her mind.. the lights and voices prevented that.. and now.. now they had just voted to ... terminate her... kill her...

Mark's voice "I can deal with her"

She had thought He would be the first to want her death.. in fact she had no doubt He would be the one to end her life...

She wanted to give up then... perhaps some may have... she did not know how to save herself however.. she was at their mercy...
she was surrounded by men.. yanked from the table.. wrists bound.. she wanted to die with some kind of dignity.. and not beg for her life..

When she saw Mark in the hall... she actually did lift her eyes to His.. but only for a moment.. shame and fear made her look down and away... she would not beg.. she could not... begging only made her look pathetic in the eyes of her.. Trainor... her fighting... her willfullness.. her questioning of the system only made her look ... strong.. that had even been said in there... she could not bring herself to look pathetic.. even in the face of death.. and even before the monster who had given her such pleasure and tenderness the night before.. yet who could and would inflict pain... torture.. and death upon her now... that was how she saw it... she blinked... staring at Him for a moment.. before her head lowered.. and she did whimper... under her breath...

She was taken a short distance down the Hall.. to the great hall... she would be excuted before the other slaves... as a lesson to them all... she hoped.. prayed... she could retreat into her mind for her last moments alive.. ~

 

[chris2c4u]

She made little sound, just glaring at Mark, assuming he would be her executioner; she held onto her dignity despite their attempts to break her. She was dragged through the corridors, slaves frightened eyes on her as they too were herded towards the central venue.

Inside it wasn't full; not every slave was brought, just some, probably the most recalsitrant, she assumed, to see the fate that was in store should they not obey and be docile. They were silent; like everyone, they could see the gallows bathed in light before them and knew what they were to witness.

She was dragged up the wooden steps, feebly protesting, trying to shout to the crowd to rebel against this barbaric place but her mouth was quickly taped as her feet were bound together. She was breathing hard, fast and heard footfall coming up the steps behind her. She felt her hair being gathered in a strong hand and looked around hoping to stare at Mark and let him know he was nothing but a sadistic murderer.

Kyle's face met her gaze. Her eyes widened and she could see immediately he was in soe sort of trance as he pulled the noose around her neck. She tried to sound his name behind the tape over her mouth. His eyes moved over her face but there was no recognition. His body still bore the marks of his recent "re-education."

Tina began to shake, fear and horror getting to her at last, after this final twist in her short life - from lover to executioner. She sobbed. No prayer for her was said as Kyle walked to the handle of the trapdoor. The room grew still, quiet. The trapdoor fell open.

WIth a scream she fell - about nine inches until her feet struck a hidden floor. There were screams and moans from around the hall as the slaves were forced to watch what they thought was to be a real execution. Now they gasped as Tina slumped to her knees, the rope around her neck falling from the darkness above her instead of throttling her life away. In embarrassment she realised that as she fell her bladder had failed in that moment of terror and her thighs were wet.

There were cruel laughs from masters, mistresses and trainers. Slowly they began to herd the slaves away until there was only two guards and Tina left, head down, on her knees on the hidden floor in the gallows. She heard the unmistakable footsteps of her tormentor.

In his still, quiet voice Mark murmured, "like I said, you will beg to die before I am finished with you - you didn't think you would get away from us so easily did you? You have so much to learn." To the guards he said, "take her to a cross and chain her for the night. Make sure she is heavily used."

Now the horror would begin with being deprived of sleep - enough to cause hallucination, enough to prevent her escaping from him. He smiled in pleasure as he anticipated his work and whitled tunelessly on his way back to his quarters.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Tape was slapped over her mouth.. feet bound together... she stood for a moment... frightened eyes staring up at the gallows... she could not retreat into her mind.. she could not even put on the facade of being strong.. she was going to die... and .. she was terrified... would she have begged if she had not been gagged with the tape... she may have... maybe not... fact was she could not... not at this point...

She felt her hair being gathered into the fist of her Killer.. and her eyes cast back .. expecting to see Mark... instead.. her eyes fall on KYLE... widening.. she felt something fall in the pit of her stomache.. His blank eyes stared at her.. He said nothing.. there was no show of recognition in those blank pools... she tried to scream his name from behind the tape gag... but all that was heard was muffled whimpers .... her mind was swimming... she could barely keep balanced with her feet bound now... hands still bound behind her back... she stares at Kyle.. pleading for any sort of feeling... or mercy.. from her Lover.. and getting none.. He seemed hypnotized.. and she realizes His body bore the marks of His... obvious ... training... tears trail down her cheeks.. He showed no emotion at all.. dragging her... the rope slipped easily over her head..
she hung her head down.. she was confused... terrified... Kyle.. her Lover.. the only one who had shown genuine tenderness towards her.. was now her executioner... "please... nooo" she begged from behind the tape gag.. no one heard her... all she could feel was the rope around her throat.. desperately she tries to go back into her mind.. and can not...

The trap door swung open and she fell.. a scream ripping from her throat... she hit a floor... she collasping down into a heap... she was shaking uncontrollably... it took her a minute to realize that she was still alive... blinking.. she slowly lifts her head... her thighs were wet.. she had lost her bladder control in her utter fear ... she heard laughing.. snickers... cruel comments.. before the slaves and the others lost interest and were ushered out..she again lowers her head.. wishing she were dead... She felt His approach before she even heard HIs familiar bootsteps.. she could not lift her eyes to Him... she refusing to let Him see her humiliation..

"like I said, you will beg to die before I am finished with you"

She whimpered at His words... memories first of Kyle ran thru her mind.. quickly replaced by HIM... and everything He had done to her the night before... warm.. gentle.. she actually BEGGING for Him... she shudders... she would have begged for death had she been able to speak...

"take her to the cross and chain her for the night. Make sure she is heavily used."

The night was a complete horror for her... she was never allowed a moments rest.. or peace... she was brutally used over and over... by guards... Masters... even a Mistress or 2 using a strap on... her screams and moans were kept silent by the tape across her mouth... she was in pain.. inside and out... sleep never came... as the night melted into morning.. and the Guard raping her finished by coating her naked body with yet another jet of semen... she opens her lidded eyes... to see Kyle approaching.. she was not sure if she wanted to see Him or feared Him.. Kyle pulled a dagger out from behind HIm... He was smiling.. an evil.. psychotic smile...she tried to scream.. as He came closer... she had no voice.. the tape silencing her ... Kyle rips the tape from her...
"let me hear you scream... bitch" He hisses... she does scream... for MARK....

a moment later her eyes snap open.. there was no one there... No Kyle.. thank the gods... her mind was playing tricks on her... yet... deep in her mind.. she realizes she had screamed... for MARK to save her... she hung her head down.. sobbing quietly... what was happening to her.. what was He doing to her... ~

 

[chris2c4u]

The following morning, she didn't know what time, she was released from the cross where she had been roughly used throughout the night and hardly slept. Her arms were stiff and shoulders pained from being stretched all night.

The ordeal continued as she was not allowed to wash but taken outside and put in a huge woden treadmill with two other naked female trainees. They looked at her without speaking, their appearances shocked Tina. Their hair was bedraggled and matted, their frames gaunt What was this place? She felt the sting of a lash on her rear and the oder, "walk!" was barked out. She stumbled until into her rhythm; as they walked the treadmill turned around then. "I want a good ten miles out of you this morning, especially with a fresh pair of legs." The guard reached in and crudely ran his hand over Tina's behind.

The morning passed slowly and Tina's body began to ache with exertion, her mind numb with lack of sleep. Occasionally water was passed to them in leather bags but as they had to keep the wheel turning a lot of it was spilt. Poor food - almost a gruel - was given to them and they were allowed to sit at rough wooden benches; Tina was kept awake by the guard next to her fondling her obscenely every time she looked ready to drop off to sleep.

The afternood dragged past in the same pointless turning of the wheel until dusk when they were told to stop. The other two women were taken in and away in a different direction. The two guards with Tina decided they would have their way with her before returning her to the cross. Roughly, the pushed her across the wooden bench and spread her legs, the first one taking her from behind. There was a laugh from the other guard who would his hand into Tina's hair.

"Wake up, you useless good for nothing slut," he pulled her head up and let it fall to the table; her eyes opened and he stared at her bloodshot gaze as his companion gave a final shove in her sex and shot his load in her. They changed places and the second guard, equally quickly, inserted himself into her and came within a couple of minutes.

She was then dragged half asleep to a bathroom where she was told to use the facilities and then back to one of the crosses where she was tied, once again, for a night full of abuse and very little sleep. She hadn't seen Mark all day but knew all this was his planning, from the whole fake execution to this - planning so she didn't know what was going to happen next. Planning for her to be ready to fall at his feet, docile and ready to be properly trained.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ She was chained to another cross... the day had been a blur.. from being dragged off the first cross... taken outside.. the treadmill with the other 2 slaves... who looked as if they had all but given up.. neither of them had any life left in their eyes... what kind of hell was this place her mind managed to wonder... she was groped... raped.. and chained back to another cross.. that was where she was now.. staring down a dark hallway...

She only wanted to sleep... wanted the pain.. the humiliation.. the misery.. to be over... worse than what was happening to her body.. the rapes.. the chaining to the cross.. the treadmill.. worse than that.. was what this was doing to her mind...
She knew it was Mark behind all this.. Mark who had hoped she would try to escape.. who KNEW she would.. Mark who had told her "Maybe I can save your life" like He was her savouir... Mark who planned that whole scene where she was marked for termination "I can handle her" again as if He were her saviour... Mark who staged her execution "you will beg to die before I am finished with you"... and Mark who even now had planned out this horrific punishment.. to break her body.. as well as her mind...
She shook her head.. trying to cast out those thoughts.. yet she could not.. over and over the thoughts repeated themselves... she again was not allowed to sleep... raped repeatedly on that cross... she was whipped until she could not longer scream... raped until she was raw and barely conscious...

During a moment where she actually was left alone.. she heard something.. lifting her head.. she stared down that dark hall once more.. there was a large.. thick .. door .. at the end..she wondered where it lead to... her vision was blurring.. but .. but.. did she see something.. Indeed she did.. 2 guards and another trainer.. appeared in the hall.. apparently having come out of an adjoining hall .. they were dragging a girl.. a crying girl.. Tina strained to see .. the girl was blonde .. that was all she could seem to make out.. and Tina wondered who it was.. the Trainer.. if He indeed was a Trainer.. looked older from what she could see from where she was.. and distinguished.. altho there was something very sinsiter about Him that Tina sensed.. even from her distance.. and He barked orders to the Guard to open the door... It swung open silently.. and the 3 stepped in with the girl.. the door then closed.. but not all the way... it had been left open a crack.. an oversight..
Tina strains again.. to hear what was happening.. an ear splitting scream is heard.. "NO.. NO NO NOOOOO..MASTER PLEASEEEE"... Tina heard the Man speak.. but could not make out His words.. a moment later.. another horrifying scream.. that is cut off in silence... Tina heard a sickening *thud*... she was shaking on the cross so hard.. she thought it would tumble over.. a few moments later the 3 emerged.. without the girl... as they came up the Hall toward where she were chained.. all 3 smiled at Tina.. the Man... the Master.. looked her over.. but did not touch her.. but as He passed Tina thought she saw a spattering of blood on His suit and hands... He was out of sight tho before she was sure.. the guards indeed did use her.. Niether said much other than the usual obscenities... Tina wanted to ask them what happened... She was desperate to know.. so as the 2nd one finished raping her.. filling her for what felt like the 100th time that night with heated semen.. she manages to whisper..

"please.. what happened in there"...

The guards looked at each other.. then to her.. they said one word...

"death"...

and left her.. as they laughed...

Tina wanted to scream then... but she had no voice left to scream... all she could hear in her mind was Mark's voice.. "death..... death.... death"...

She lowered her head and began to sob quietly.. her will was breaking.. her mind was stunned ... Mark was getting to her.. and she could not seem to fight it... When she heard footsteps approaching.. she could not even look up to see if it were Him... or another.. deep in her mind she wanted it to be .. Mark....