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The Slave Academy

Mark walked to the cross that night, watching her being used again, listening to her moans and studying her. He saw how semen had dribbled from her abused sex, had dried on her thighs. She cried out each time she slept momentarily and slipped from the small foot hold, her shoulders holding her, chained to the cross. She saw him and he stood and smiled, listening to her before walking back to his rooms.

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The next day dawned for Tina much as the others had since her sleep deprivation began; now though she was severely disorientated and half way through her session on the wheel she collapsed. At first the guard whipped her but she didn't respond and a medical team were called.

She was brought inside and quickly given an injection and then fluids to rehydrate her. She was still groggy through lack of sleep when she found herself in a small brightly lit room. At first she was slumped on a table but then was pulled up and tied in a sitting position in a chair. She opened her eyes as she was slapped into wakefulness again by uncaring hands.

In front of her sat Mark eating fruit from a plate in front of him. She eyed it and her mouth watered even though she tried to show no sign of weakness. He pushed the plate towards her with a nod to it. Before he changed his mind she began to eat the selection until the juices ran down her face. He stood up slowly and she flinched involuntarily as he approached and stood behind her. His hands went to her shoulders and began to massage her.

"Now, are you ready to be good?"
 
~ a nightmare.. that horrible vision had to be a nightmare.. it seemed she had many of them on the cross that night.. she even thought she was Mark before her..

It got to a point that she did not know if the rapes she was suffering were real.. or something her mind was coming up with... why would her mind punish her that way..!!???

Sleep never came.. and the next morning.. when she was dragged off the cross.. she was barely able to keep her head up.. she was taken back out to the treadmill... alone this time... she had barely enough strength to stand.. let alone walk.. but somehow manages to.. until finally.. she collapses... unconscious...

She never felt the lash of the whip... she felt nothing.. not the medics... not being taken to the medical wing.. nothing..

Feeling the sting of a slap across her face roused her finally.. she was in a brightly lighted room.. the light was soooo harsh it hurt her eyes.. and she squints.. her eyes watering... she was bound to a chair.. hands behind her back... unable to move.. when her eyes finally focused .. she saw Him.. sitting before her... for a minute she thought it was another nightmare.. but no.. this was real...

The fruit he was eating... cut up on a plate before Him looked delicious.. and she was starving.. and thristy.. but she would not beg.. no.. she would not degrade herself by begging for food of all things... but she could not take her eyes off that plate... and finally she lifted her gaze to that man she hated so much...

To her surprise.. or perhaps in response to the despairing look in her eyes.. He pushed the plate to her... to her own surprise.. she actually waited until He nodded... she had not even realized she did that.. her hands were bound behind her back.. but she could bend forward.. and eat.. and she did... before Mark decided that starving her was a better option.. the fruit... chopped up melon.. strawberries.. pineapple... and a few grapes.. tasted better than anything she had ever eaten.. at least at that moment..

He stood up.. coming around the table.. approaching her.. and she cowers back.. again without thought.. unsure what to expect from Him now... but His hands rested to her bare.. and sooo sore shoulders.. and began to massage... gods she HATED His hands on her.. but... the gentle pressure felt sooo damned good.. that she let out a soft sigh... as she licked the last of the fruit juices from her lips... His hands kneeded... massaged.. and she felt her muscles loosen to His touch...

"Now, are you ready to be good?"

His question hung there.. as her head lowered some.. she felt defeated... she had no strength left... fighting Him was only going to get her punished again.. and she was not sure she could handle this kind of punishment again..

"yes............ MMMMMassss... Master" she almost choked on the word... but it came out... whispering past her lips... her voice fading onto another quiet moan at His massage of her sore shoulders...

She was trying to convince herself .. that she would have to go along with this.. she would have to "be good" .. she could not escape this place.. not when they were on guard for her... and she still did not know if that vision on the hall.. what she heard thru that door.. was real .. or just her twisting mind hearing and seeing things... but if it was real.. she did not want to be the next one in there..

"I... I'll.. do as You wish... Mark.. You... have won" she whispers.. tears trailing down her cheeks.. ~
 
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Mark stood behind Tina and let his fingers run up and down her shoulders, feeling the abused muscles. He ran his hands to her neck, his fingertips running up the sensitive skin below her ears and down to the hollow of her collar bone.

He listened to her voice as she replied to his question, how she had to force the word past her lips. "yes............ MMMMMassss... Master" He sighed and went and sat on the table in front of her, looking at how her body was slumped, her head hanging low. Despite it all, she had not broken enough - still she resisted.

"Do you want the punishment to continue?" He reached out and lifted her face to his, his eyes on hers. "You know what it does - and this is just the start. Those other women who were with you - you saw how thin they are. Do you want that disgusting food, that pointless toil?"

Her eyes became moist and she shook her head as he still held her chin. "Months of being on the cross, barely knowing if you're asleep or awake, abused hundreds of times, filled and left to drip out the seed of the guards, of slaves." She recalled her night, recalled the horrors not knowing what was true and what was hallucination.

"If you're unable to submit, then that will be your fate. A slow but certain death." His eyes held hers as the light in the room dimmed and as before images filled the walls - though this time they were images of fine houses, wine, food.

"I bet you can almost taste it right now can't you?" Mark's voice invaded her mind again. "You'll be able to eat well, you'll have a good life - you just have to give in..." he let the thought drift as the images continued of banquets, of famous cities around the world.

"Would you like to go to those places?" Again the question was left as the images faded.

She looked at him a tear trickling down her face.

"I... I'll.. do as You wish... Mark.. You... have won."

He released her chin and struck her across the face making her gasp. "To you I have no name. I am your master. Sir. The person who has the power of life - and death - over you. Don't forget it."

He stood up and whispered against the black ringlets of her hair, "I know you are not beaten yet but I don't admire your stand." He wiped her hair back with feigned tenderness noting how she looked straight ahead and the colour had drained from her face. "The treadmill awaits." His finger slid to her nipple which he twisted and pulled. "Pain awaits."

He began to untie her from the chair. "Now though - a shower and food are waiting for you back in my rooms. After you are cleaned up you will come to my bedroom and make love to me." He grinned at the incongruous words; she would hate the act of animal coupling with him that he graced with the phrase about making love and planned how to torment her further.
 
~ His hands left her... and for a moment she was relieved that He was not touching her... She heard Him sit back down in front of her.. and lifts her eyes for a moment... His face was not ... happy... it was... disappointment.. which she did not quite expect... disappointment colored with anger...

He reached across.. and she flinched back... afraid of His touch... yet His finger slid under her chin to lift her head fully to His... capturing her gaze...

"Do you want the punishment to continue?"

Her eyes widened... filling suddenly with her tears... her fear coming to the surface.. she was too weak.. too tired.. emotionally to try and mask it...

"Months of being on the cross, barely knowing if you're asleep or awake, abused hundreds of times, filled and left to drip out the seed of the guards, of slaves."

"please... no... no more... " she could barely whisper... her form began to tremble.. quake...

"If you're unable to submit, then that will be your fate. A slow but certain death."

The room went dark .. images started to appear... she was nearly starving.. the fruit having been the first she had been allowed to eat in what felt like days... food... beautiful places.... and Mark's voice intermingling.. she closed her eyes.. trying.. trying to block Him out... block out the images... trying to gain control again... and unable to...

"please... stop" she whispers...

"I... I'll.. do as You wish... Mark.. You... have won."

The smack of His hand across her face seemed to bring her back to reality ... she crying out...

"To you I have no name. I am your master. Sir. The person who has the power of life - and death - over you. Don't forget it."

her head hung down.. as He got up and came around behind her... what was He going to do now... leaning down.. she feels HIs breath.. His whisper..

"The treadmill awaits." His finger slid to her nipple which he twisted and pulled. "Pain awaits."

Her back arched at the twist of her nipple... she crying out in pain .... deep gasping breath forced from her ... she could not stop the quiet sobbing that began... tears... a sign of her breaking down... wetting her cheeks...

"Now though - a shower and food are waiting for you back in my rooms. After you are cleaned up you will come to my bedroom and make love to me."

Those words made her stomach nearly turn... she felt her will breaking... as she tries to stay calm... tries to gain control over her emotions...

Then she did something.. something He predicted she would do.. something she swore not to... she BEGGED Him... not in the throes of sex... but in her complete despair... he had said she would do this.. she had told herself NEVER... from the beginning she said.. NEVER... yet the words came tumbling from her lips...

"kill me.... Master... " this time the word came out without hesitation... "please .. " she was crying now.. quietly...she did not want to die... but did not know any other way out of this.. other than to be what He wished.. and now.. she was terrified that she could not be.. and would die anyway... she felt trapped... between hell and damnation... between a rock and a hard place.. with no where to turn.. she had never thought she would caught in such a place... she had always managed to survive the horrors in her life... in the various foster homes... now she could not seem to think straight.. could not gain control...
"just end my life now Master... " she no longer knew what else to do... she felt completely defeated.. she knew it was the punishment.. and the thought of going thru more... as well as having to "make love" to Him... her Tormentor.. had driven her over the edge...

"I don't know what else to do" she manages to whisper.. a show of her weakness.. her vunerability...
 
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~ Was it an act... not a conscious one.. not at all.. she really had no idea what to do at this point.. having endured so much... she was confused... and terrified... and defeated at the moment...

She did not want to die.. but did not know how to beg Him to let her live and ... try... for she felt He never would believe her anymore... that all He would do is torment.. and punish her.. and make her pleasure Him.. she knew deep inside that maybe that was what a slave's life was supposed to be... and if the punishment had been purely physical .. she could have handled it.. but it was the ripping onto her mind... the sleep deprivation.. the food deprivation.. the room with the images.. Mark's game of cruelty one moment... gentleness the next... her own hallucinations on that cross....

She looked up at Him... as He moved around front of her... she said no more... she just waited for His... decision.. He was the Master after all.... ~
 
"Kill me Master." He smiled, watching her cry; very promising, he thought coldly.

"You can beg but it's for me to decide. For now, you stay alive. Come." He stood and walked off expecting her to walk behind him obediently, her hands held behind her. The constant uncertainty was eating away at her defences but he wasn't yet convinced she was fully under his control. Still, it was time to have some fun; her body was still alluring and he would make his point to her once again; he smiled in anticipation of his control over her mind and body increasing yet again.

They arrived at his rooms and he let her alone to shower, telling her to make sure her pussy was devoid of any hairs that were growing back. She took her time as he expected, wanting to put off the moment he would take her again but he was patient, even letting her sleep a little after she had eaten good food.

He enjoyed looking at her and to wake her later he sat on the bed and parted her legs, studying her pussy, parting her lips gently and kissing her soft folds, his tongue darting and playing, listening to her gasp into wakefulness. He had stripped and was already aroused from his kissing of her, his looking at her body.

He lay beside her and said simply, "ride me so I can watch you." He was pleased that she obeyed without protest, taking his hardness in her hand, seemingly enjoying playing with him. He sat up and kissed her neck, cupping her breasts his thumbs gently pressed against her nipples and running around them as they hardened. She tried to avoid his kissing her mouth and he smiled to himself as she stroked him as she straddled his hips.

From beside the bed he picked up a pair of nipple clamps with thin gold ornamental jewellery hanging from them. He lifted them to her mouth. "Kiss them," he ordered and she obeyed with a sigh. He closed them onto her breasts noting how they bit into her skin, how she drew in air over her teeth as they tightened. He ran his hands over her breasts and lay down under her as she drew his hardness closer to her pussy.

He watched as she prepared to engulf his cock with her body, as she tried to avoid looking at him. He held her hips as she slowly lowered herself onto him, down, down swallowing his thick member into her hot wet pussy. She began to move on him, eager to have him climax, to have the parody of lovemaking over with. He watched the dangling decorations from her pained breasts swing as she moved up and down on his member impaled inside her sex.

Reaching up his hand went to her neck and closed expertly on either side, choking her, cutting off the blood before releasing and contracting again until she gasped, her hand reaching up for his but he pulled it away.

"Ah ah," he said, "it stays until you come," he said watching her struggle and lean forward, still trying to make him come and now knowing that he wanted to watch her climax as she was slowly choked.
 
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"You can beg but it's for me to decide. For now, you stay alive. Come."

She hated Him even more in that moment... He was cruel enough to want to torture her even more... she wished she were strong enough to end her own life.. somehow.. but she knew she never could.. could she enrage Him enough to kill her... she thought she could.. probably very easily... her mind played on that thought as she lifted to her feet to follow Him..

He actually left her alone... telling her to shower and eat her fill of the food that was provided... the water felt so good... washing over her abused skin... the solitude felt good to her abused mind... and she indeed did take her time.. she felt filthy... and washed a dozen times it seemed.... her rumbling belly is what drew her out finally...

The food tasted devine.. and He had gotten her .. a favorite.. Italian... she shook her head... her mind already beginning to cloud.. why.. why would He take the trouble to even remember that Italian was her favorite.. she having told Him that night of the.. escape attempt.. let alone having it prepared for her... she wanted to refuse it.. that was what she really wanted to do.. but she was too starved to do so... He even left her be then... staying in the other room.. working at His desk...

He did not summon her... nothing..

She crawled up onto the large bed when she was done.. hunger satisfied... she found herself sleepy... her exhausted body craving rest.. real rest... He had NOT left her any clothes.. that had been expected... she she slept wrapped in the towel.. under the blanket..

Dreaming... she began dreaming.. vivid lifelike dreams... of Mark.. Mark and her... making love..in the back of the limo after that fateful dinner...she felt Him touch her... tender... gentle.. His lips.. hands.. even His voice told of His affection for her... His fingers gliding into her mane... His voice in her ear.. fingertips caressing her throat.. a collar.. a leather collar curling about her throat.. Mark's collar.. His own personal collar... "I'm keeping you... pet" He whispers...

She gasping... was it in ... happiness .. or sheer horror .. at those words in her dreams.. when she suddenly realizes.. she is gasping for real.. His lips.. His tongue.. licking between her parted legs... she feels His tongue glide along her now dripping folds... tickling.. tantalizing her... her hips lift as she arches her back.. crying out... as she awakens... the whole of her form trembling.. gods His tongue felt good.. and she closes her eyes as moans to His touch... His tasting of her... she HATED this.. but she could not fight the sensations racing over her...

He.. realizing she were now awake.. lifting His head and crawling up along her quivering body to lay beside her...

"ride me so I can watch you."

She looked away and nodded... and did not hesitate... if she had it would have been the cross again.. and endless rapes... at least.. at least at the moment He was not hurting her... not yet anyways...

She shifts ... moving over His prone body... He was aroused.. His cock thick and long... amost pulsing in anticipation... she staring at it for a moment before dragging her eyes away.. she straddles over His hips.. not lowering yet... His hands were all over her as she looks to Him.. He sitting up... grasping her breasts... tears moisten her eyes.. she did not want to do this... yet her body.. and even a part of her own mind...was betraying her... she could not fight herself.. could she???

For a moment she was arguing with herself.. until He brought a pair of golden nipple clamps to her lips... her eyes blinking as she stares down at them

"kiss them" He commands...

Her lips were quivering as she did as He wished... brushing her lips over each one... the teeth of each looking wicked to her... wicked and hungry...

"please don't.... MMMmar... " she stopped.. "Master... please"

He paid her no mind... and a moment later .. He closed one on each nipple.. she hissing in her breath as the teeth bit into her... bringing forth the intense pain she had wanted to avoid... her eyes releasing those tears she had successfully held back.. the moist paths gliding down each cheek... He watching her reactions carefully... she closing her eyes to fight back the pain as she felt Him fondle her now screaming breasts... then lay back down...

She knew she could put it off any longer.. as much as she did not want to feel Him inside her yet again... His hands on her hips.. the movement of His own... she knew she had to do this and get it over with.. she hoped somewhere deep inside that she would NOT find pleasure in this... as her own body lifted ... and then began that slow descent downwards... His thick head pressing to the entrance to her sex... warm droplets of her own lubrication sliding down the length as He pushes upwards and she lowers down.. she turning her head away from Him as she is penetrated... slowly impaled.. on her tormentor's cock... Fully inside her now.. she took a needed breath.. and opens her eyes... looking down at Him... she HATED the look on His face...
She wanted to get this over with... her body was urging her to move.. and move she did.. she began to rock upon Him.. a slow rhythm.. riding His cock.. her pussy massaging Him... taking Him in deep.. the sliding up.. then down...
her voice added to her own misery... but she could not be silent.. as much as she wanted to be...

She knew He was enjoying this.. not just the sex... that was only part of it.. with each moan.. each roll of her hips... each admission that it was pleasure she was feeling.. pleasure and pain at His hand...

her eyes had closed.. but snap open as she suddenly feels pressure on her throat.. her hands.. that had been resting on His chest come up fast to grasp around His wrist.. what... what was He doing.. he.. HE WAS CHOKING HER.. He pulled her hands away.. the pain in her breasts from the clamps suddenly forgotten.. as He restricts her air.. her moan turning into a strangled whimper.. eyes wide and staring down at Him... He knew then that she did not really want to die.. as did she...

She again reaches for His hand... and is rebuffed..... HIs hand tightening around her throat once more...
"noooo" she manages to whisper with her last bit of breath...

"Ah ah, it stays until you come," Was His cruel reply...

She could only stare... she could not fight Him.. she had not the strength even after having eaten and slept some... He.. He wanted to orgasm and .. and watch her orgasm .. even as He slowly took away her air.. her ability to breath... He wanted to watch her cum.. even if He were killing her slowly... Her mind could barely wrap around that thought as she tries to please Him... and herself for that matter... her body shook ... heart pounding in her chest.. each frantic beat could be felt around His cock deep within her warm body...

"I can't" she begs... having been allowed one small gasp of breath...

"You will" was the only answer she got...

She continues to move on Him.. muscles tightening around Him.. grasping... desperately... rippling over the surface of His thrusting cock.. as He tightens His hand around her throat.. she moans and trembles.. He feeling both course thru her body and around His cock.. her still damp hair falling forward as she rolls her hips forward once more.. the delicate tendrils tickling His fingers as He tightens them.. her eyes were locked on His.. begging deep inside for mercy from Him.. to allow her breath.. and He did .. only when He wished.. for a breif gasp... she stares into her Tormentor's eyes.. as she bucks on His body.. she was becoming weaker.. as her air was deprived for longer and longer.. she rising and falling now on His cock as He thrusts upwards.. the head of Him hitting her cervix.. and she trying to cry out.. and having no breath..

then she felt it... a sudden sensation... she had not thought it possible.. but it happened.. another press to her cervix and she suddenly spasms in climax... her entire body shook as she came... she manages to gain enough breath to scream out... even with Him choking her... she reaches up then and grabs His wrists with both hands.. nails digging in.. as she bucks and quakes atop of Him.. a spilling of her cum soaking Him... as she responds to what He wished... impaled on Him.. ~
 
He watched her as her body writhed sinuously like a wave over him. He felt her pussy gasping, squeezing, rising and falling on his length inside her. He watched her face suffuse with dark colour as his fingers expertly cut off the blood in her neck. As he listened to her gasps he felt her moving faster on him and his own hips rose to meet her, listening to her croaks and stifled moans.

Faster she moved, pushing down hard on his cock so it was buried in her completely; their eyes met as she felt him slide as deep as he could into her.

She pulled her body up as he closed his hand on her throat again and drove down on him, her eyes rolling up into her head her body thrashing like a rag doll. He released his hold on her a little and she sucked in air and screamed out in pleasure as the orgasm suffused her body. As she continued to come he felt her clutch at his wrists, felt his own needs and let his hands drop to her hips and pushed and pulled her up and down on his erection, using her body to pleasure himself, making himself climax, the hot seed erupting into her body.

She was still panting as he lay still under her, looking at her as she straddled him, regaining her own breath. She was moving a little in lazy circles, feeling him inside her still. He smiled and held her hips telling her to stay there as he softened inside her so he could look at her.

As he softened he reached up and pulled her down beside him, kissing her neck tenderly and speaking in French to her. He smiled and she looked at him. "It means you were wonderful," he said, his hands running up her body to the clamps, removing them as she winced as blood flowed back into her nipples. "Say it to me," he said and she copied him. He pointed at things around the room and she mimicked his words until they exchanged a few basic sentences, after each of which he kissed her. Her neck. Her ear. Her eyelids. Her nose. Delicate lover's kisses, moving against her sensually, his hands running over her body, in her hair as he kissed her mouth, his tongue probing her as his hands explored her skin, slid between her parting thighs. Though he wasn't ready to couple with her again he felt her wetness and knew he could try to arouse her again with his fingers and his mouth, even though she might still be sensitive from her last arousal.

As he did so, as he felt her moving he reached over and applied a blindfold to her eyes. Slowly he withdrew and kissed her gently on the lips, then on her collarbone. Suddenly Tina was aware of a perfume on the air, the rustle of clothing. A warm naked body slid onto the bed next to her, though it wasn't Mark. A woman's hands surrounded her, caressed her.
 
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~ Tears ran down her cheeks as He took another orgasm from her.. she unable to stop what was happening... and worse.. as He releases her throat finally... to grasp her hips.. she feels Him shoot His heated seed inside her... coating her with His own cum.. mingling with hers... her head lowers and she bites at her lower lips to keep from sobbing like she wanted to... why.... why did He torture her this way... one moment... terror.. pain... rape... the cross... the threat of death... the next... gentle.. touching.. pleasure... orgasms... How much longer could she fight this... she was losing... she knew she was losing... just the idea He made her cum told her that... she had NEVER come before when she were raped .. back in the foster homes... never.. she could control that... she was losing control and she knew it....

He would not let her move from Him... and she could feel His eyes roaming over her.. studying her... and she turns her own back to His... she wanted to say something... anything.. to wipe that smirk off His face... but she stayed silent... except for the softest of defeated sighs...

She is then lain beside Him... His lips brushing her throat where His hand had tightened only just a moment ago...

"Vous étiez merveilleux" He whispered...
"It means you were wonderful, say it to me"

She almost chokes on the words... "vous étiez le Maître merveilleux".. For a moment she meets His eyes then lowers hers.. she knew He knew french... she did too.. at least some.. only she had not told Him that...
"it means... You were wonderful Master" she says... She was not sure why it came out that way... but it did.. why.. why did He have this effect on her... He merely smiled... but she had to wonder what He was thinking behind that smile... She had to wonder just what kind of dangerous game she herself was trying to play.. when she clearly was not the one in power here...

As He removes the clamps that were still viciously biting into her nipples .. the sudden release of pressure and rush of blood brings agonizing pain... crying out.. she nearly doubles over on the bed...
It was Mark's gentle touches... and kissing.. that soothed her.. and again she had to wonder what kind of chameleon He was...He would bring pain... yet soothe her cries.. How.. HOW could she fight this...

He began pointing to different things... whispering in french to her.. she repeating the words... some she knew... others she had long since forgotten... but at least.. He was not bringing her pain at the moment.. that was how she began to assess her time with her Tormentor/Trainor... whether He inflicted pain.. or pleasure...

His touches became more... insistant... more intimate again... His hand dipping between her thighs once more... her response was immediate.. a gasp... a tremble... a fresh .. slick.. flow of her juices...
"please... not again" she begged... she was not sure she could handle having to ... pleasure Him again.. especially of He took to choking her once more.. and as she begged Him no.. her hand touched her throat protectively...

His answer was to blindfold her.. with a "Shhhhhh" whispered into her ear... blindfolding... she hated not being able to see.. and nearly panics.. "Nooo.. please... Don't... "

She heard something.. scented something.. Mark moving... breathing.. movement... perfume.. and she felt someone slide next to her once more on the bed.. only.... only this body was not male... not at all...

Tina cowers back... not sure who.. or why... this person.. this female.. was in bed with her.. altho she knew it was at Mark's bidding.. what was He going to do now... why a woman.. what was going on???

The woman's hands began touching her... and the caressing were so very different... fingers slender.. soft... the touching gentle.. tickling.. teasing... a light butterfly like sensation over her skin... Tina whimpering... not wanting this.. wanting nothing more than to be left alone... She could hear the woman's breathing.. who was it.. was it another slave... a Mistress.. that horrid woman Tina had met days ago that she had zoned out on... she wanted to ask.. she dared not.. as the woman continued to explore her body... Tina dug her nails into the sheets of the bed as the woman's fingers dip into her now dripping sex... expertly centering on her aroused clit.. the woman began to apply pressure.. rub gently.. manipulate that swelling clit.. as Tina began to squirm... pant... moan... back arching.. her hips lifting from the bed... and the woman did not let up.. as the slave girl cries out... an orgasm fast approaching.. ~
 
Continuing, stroking, caressing Tina's clit the woman watched as, whatever she felt about it her body wanted stimulation from anyone, man or woman. She watched Tina's back arch watched her mouth open on an O and felt Tina's insistant thrusting of her hips to meet the gentle caresses around her clit until she tumbled over into another orgasm, falling back to the bed panting.

Tina felt the woman's warmth slide next to her, felt her mouth cover her own, her hands catch her face as she kissed Tina deeply, as she tried to get her breath back after climaxing under her hands. She seemed to be alone with the new woman who was kissing and fondling her body insistently, her hands sliding down to touch Tina's breasts and the hard peaks of her nipples. Tina felt the woman's long, fine hair rub across her breasts and swallowed, uncertain what to do.

"You were right Mark, she's very pretty."

Tina heard the woman, then she addressed Tina, her mouth close to her ear. "Do you like playing with me?" She felt warm kisses down her neck felt fingers run over her tummy and a nail trail around her navel.

"I think we should play some more," the woman purred. Tina felt her moving, felt the heat of her spread thighs near her face and shoulders. Soon she could feel the soft skin of the woman's sex as she rocked gently back and forth barely touching Tina's mouth and heard her say commandingly, "lick me."

Then, also she felt other hands touch her, spreading her thighs; Mark's hands. Slowly she obeyed the woman's voice and listened as she heard soft sighs. Then she felt Mark's tongue between her legs, lapping at the juices that had spilt from her, probing the soft folds of her pussy with his warm tongue before lapping her clit, softly at first then quicker, quicker.

Tina mewled and her hands ran of their own volition along the long legs of the woman kneeling over her mouth, who she was pleasuring with her own tongue, tasting a woman's juices as she pressed her pussy closer to Tina's lapping mouth. Tina listened to the woman's moans, knowing she was arousing her as she suckled on the pussy over her face.

Mark sucked and licked Tina's sex sliding a finger inside her pussy also, caressing for the sensitive spots she might have. Soon, she would come again, soon she would bring the Mistress who had joined them to orgasm. She would be ready to do anything for him, she would taste everything sexual in her training, making her ready for her new life when she was sold.
 
"You were right Mark, she's very pretty."

~ She was a Mistress... just the fact She got the benefit of calling Him Mark.. without punishment .. told Tina that... as she lay there gasping from her orgasm... she was shaking.. her body glistening with heat... her heart pounding...

"Do you like playing with me?"
"I think we should play some more,"

Tina did not want to play... but could not resist the touch of the Mistress... She seemed to know her body so well.. the touch was sooo much different than a man's touch... and Tina was already whimpering... wanting to beg Her to stop.. and unable to...

The Mistress moved slowly over her... Tina could not see Her from beneath the blindfold... but felt something.. it was Her pussy.. the Woman.. the Mistress.. was over her mouth... rocking slowly... Tina could feel droplets of the Woman's juices wetting her lips...

"lick me."

Tina tried to protest.. but felt another set of hands.. she knew they belonged to Mark... her protest died then on her lips... He would kill her if she even thought of fighting this... a low despairing moan slips from Tina's lips as her mouth lifts to the wet pussy over her.. as her own tongue laved into the Mistress... Mark's slid into her... Tina crying out against the folds of the sex she now was tasting.. tears flowing down her cheeks as she did as the 2 wanted... licking .. tasting.. the Woman.. her tongue pushing within... curling around the Woman's clit.. The Mistress was moaning... and Tina knew what she was doing was having the desired effect.. even as her own body was reacting to Mark... Hips rocking up to His questing mouth.. As His finger penetrates her... Tina's muscles tighten around Him.. Deeper He pushing.. curling His finger and finding that one spot... Tina nearly screams into the pussy of the Mistress.. the heat of her breath.. vibration of her lips driving the Mistress crazy... The Woman was rolling Her own hips back and forth over the mouth of the slave beneath Her...
Tina had lifted her hands... one rested on the ass of the Mistress who was now bucking over her face... the other found Mark's head between her own spread thighs...her fingers gripping into His short hair.. she was crying at what was happening... her mind screaming at her to stop.. to just stop it all.. yet she could not... Tina took the Mistress clit within her teeth.. biting down ever so slightly.. the Mistress screaming and cumming suddenly... Tina's face bathed with the juices of the Woman... her own orgasm was again approaching.. and Tina was not sure she could even endure another one... Mark did not let up and as Tina gasped and writhed under the Mistress... she begged Mark to let her cum.. something she had NOT done before...

"please... PLEASE... OHHHHHHHHHH GODDDDSSSSSS I NEED TO CUM... PLEASEEEEE... MMMMARK.... MMMMMASTER... PLEASE"

She was sobbing... partially in her hatred for the Man that was even now bringing her to another height of pleasure... and partially in her need to climax.... The Mistress.. Her own orgasm having faded.. sat down at Tina's head and took it within Her lap... gently running Her fingers thru the begging slave's damp hair.... She found it hard to believe this girl.. had given Mark such fits of trouble when now she was nothing more than a writhing slave begging to cum for her Master and Mistress...

The Mistress did not know all the reasons behind Tina's crying...

"PLEASEEEEEEEE" Tina sobbed as Mark continued that elusive torture.. bringing the slave to the brink and NOT letting her go over ~
 
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Tina begged to come and Mark knew it was not pretence, he knew she had given in to her body. Slowly he brought her to the point of climx after the Mistress had thrown her head back and ground her pussy on Tina's lips in orgasm. Mark pulled his own mouth away from Tina's sex and watched her hips writhe at the air, heard her squeal and beg again for release.

In desperation Tina's hand dropped between her legs as she frantically tried to bring herself to climax. Mark smiled and pulled her hand away, watching as she panted in need.

"Did you see that Julia?" Mark addressed the Mistress and Tina swallowed her need.

"I did the little tart." Suddenly Tina felt a stinging pain between her legs as Julia leaned forward and with a wet sounding slap, spanked her pussy.

"That's our slit," she heard Julia say, "you don't touch without permission." Julia sat up and tweaked both of Tina's nipples hard watching her grimmace in pain. "I think we should get some slaves to fuck her," said Julia.

It didn't take long and while they waited they removed the blindfold so Tina could see the voluptuous naked Mistress Julia her legs curled, sitting up now next to Tina. Her straight blonde hair hung down almost covering her firm breasts, the nipples poking through as she sat over Tina's prone body.

Two men arrived, naked, herded into the room by a guard and they stood hands behind their backs waiting for their instructions. "You're in luck gentlemen, you're here to be given this for your amusement. You -" she pointed to the swarthy, shorter man, calling him Brian, "will take her ass. You," the other blonder man she called Colin, "her pussy. At the same time."

Tina swallowed and lay waiting to be used for the amusement of Mark and Julia - and the clear pleasure of the two slaves who were already becoming erect in anticipation.

"First Colin - lick her between her legs. She is very near to coming, aren't you?" Julia looked at Tina and ran a hand through her sweat-dampened hair, "but she must not or you will be punished. When you feel she is close you must stop. I don't want her to come until you are both inside her."

Tina looked at the young blonde broad shouldered man, who clearly wasn't very experienced and despite pleasureable anticipation, looked nervous about displeasing Julia. He knelt and kissed Tina's bare pubis, tasting the wetness from the sex she had already had, letting his mouth slide down between her legs. Tina moaned and he let his tongue explore her slit licking her up and down, playing against her clit. She responded quickly her hips pushing her sex towards his face. As she did so Mark instructed the other man to kiss her breast while Julia herself bent and suckled on her other nipple.

"Don't - stop..." Tina moaned loudly, "pleeeease..." she writhed against the mouths on her but cried out as Colin pulled his lips from her pussy followed quickly by the other two. Her eyes ran around those beside her, realising how she appeared wantonly desperate for sex, needing to be used.

Julia called Brian and told him to reach over to Tina's bottom, his strong hands squeezing and parting her cheeks so Julia could lubricate her, a finger sliding in her tight hole. Julia then held the lube to Tina; "coat his cock," she instructed and watched as she eagerly obeyed.

Turning on her side Brian got close behind her parting her cheeks, pressing his cock between them, probing at her. Julia poured on a bit more lube between them and told Brian to hold his cock while he probed her. Slowly, Brian started to enter her ass as the others watched. He moaned at how tight she was. “Don’t come, not till Colin is in her cunt,” Julia ordered. “Get it in nice and deep, yes, that’s it.” Tina grimmaced as she was slowly taken but wriggled back on his erection and he clutched her round the waist, grunting.

Julia indicated for Colin to lie with Tina and hold his cock to her slit, still wet with his saliva and Tina's dripping juices. With a grunt Tina pushed closer to Colin's cock, sliding the head into her tight pussy. Colin moved to kiss her shoulder, feeling Bryan's cock pushing inside Tina's ass.

Tina moaned as she was filled and both men pushed against her, in her. Colin's mouth covered her nipples as he thrust against her sandwiched body, feeling Brian clutch Tina tight around the waist as, inside her, he thrust faster, uncontrollably, as he prepared to shoot in her ass.

Colin pushed faster panting in Tina's ear as he shot his hot cum into her pussy, feeling her fingers clutch his ass as he did, knowing Brian too had ejaculated inside her, feeling her begin to shudder with a wave of orgasms as they all climaxed.
 
~ Tina had never been taken by 2 men before.. and as they pushed into her.. filling her... she screamed out... both in pleasure.. and pure frustration that Mark and the Mistress.. Julia... could bring her to such ... desperation.. as to beg to be used... beg to cum... beg for something.. her climax.. that is as natural as breathing... as the slaves empited their seed inside her.. her own body writhing.. she came as they did.. screaming out... screaming Mark's name.. not because she wanted to.. but because she hated HIM... When the slaves withdrew from her.. she was sobbing... He was gaining more .. control.. of her... and as much as she tried to fight it... He was winning..

The slaves were panting.. Tina was sobbing.. and Mark and Julia .. were fucking as well.. having become even more aroused watching the slave girl and the men... Tina could hear Mark's familiar moans... and slants open her eyes to look over to the sofa... Julia.. the Mistress.. was riding Mark as He reclined on the sofa... her back was arched.. long hair draping down her spine... Mark's hands clutched her hips... and guided her up and down upon His cock.. she had thrown back her head and was crying out His name as she rode Him...
To Tina.. they looked like lovers... she watched as He gentley touched Her.. fondled Her... remembering how He had slowly strangled her when He took her... she turning her head away... not wanting to see anymore... knowing she would never be treated like that... never would anyone touch her with love... tenderness... caring... not even Kyle... she would only be raped.. and used... for the rest of her life.. she was nothing more than a worthless slave... and for that she hated Mark even more.. ~
 
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With sinuous waves Julia began to come on Mark's hardness impaling her sex. She gasped and leaned forward, hungry eyes on Mark's body, her hands resting on his chest, her nails digging into his skin as she climaxed again. Her pulsing sex drew Mark's cum into her as he pushed against the wetness covering him, pushed as he pulled her hips down onto his cock.

They panted together and then looked over at the slaves, who had begun to disentangle their bodies from each other. Julia called the guards to remove the men and they looked at Tina still lying on the floor, semen running from her used body.

"Sit up, we have a guest, don't just lie there," Mark spat the words out waiting for her to comply and sit up on her haunches, her hands in the small of her back. He walked to her and told her to lick his cock clean. "Can you taste Julia? Nice isn't she?" The mistress chuckled as she watched Tina suckle Mark's semi-erect cock. He absently stroked her hair as she continued licking until told to stop.

Julia walked over and joined Mark in front of Tina's kneeling body. "She's a very amusing little pet - do you think she is ready for viewing? See if we can get some interest in her among potential buyers before her auction?"

"Not quite yet, she needs some more teaching."

Julia walked one way around her and Mark the other as they continued to discuss her fate.

"Why don't we have some more fun with her?" Julia drew a nail across Tina's shoulders as she walked behind her; fun, it seemed meant pain, for her - Tina could see how these two were a good match for each other.

"She's quite used to pain - she enters subspace quite well - her mind tunes out," Mark said, letting Tina know that he understood her way of escaping him. Then she heard as they both giggled. They were both behind her and she heard noises as one of them moved off. There was a sudden coldness on her buttock and the feeling of a needle; before she could move it was over. She flinched and turned involuntarily. Mark grasped her chin and held her facing him.

"A little something to stop you performing your disappearing act," he said with a cruel smile. Tina was already beginning to feel woozy as the injection began to work. Voices became echoey and she felt herself swaying. She wasn't falling asleep but she couldn't think straight. Suddenly she felt Julia tug on her nipples and felt the pain of it, trying to focus, to escape but she wasn't able to concentrate; the pain was in her mind. Her words were slurred as they laid her on the bed and, in turn, began to lash her with floggers, listening with satisfaction to her screams as her breasts and pussy were caught by the leather strands.

More tortures followed and more pleasure, as Julia lay over her, penetrating her with a strap on while she sucked Mark's cock. Again, a night without sleep and this time used by them until dawn when Tina was hog tied and they slept in each others arms.
 
"Sit up, we have a guest, don't just lie there,"

~ Mark spat the words at her.. and she almost spat back at Him.. gods... she hated HIM... with all that she was.. she hated Him.. she hated His voice... His touch... His pleasure at seeing her in pain... or humilated... She hated that He used her for His own pleasure.. that He made her cum.. made her beg to cum.... she hated that He gave her pleasure in with all the pain.... most of all she hated that He could be SOOOOO gentle and loving to the Mistress and so cruel to her.... as the tears glide down her cheek.. she moves up to her haunches... kneeling as He desired... her hands lain at the small of her back... she refusing to look at Him.. even as He thrust His cum covered cock into her mouth.... she tasting the Mistress... tasting their mutual pleasure.. her moans around His shaft in her mouth were not of pleasure... but of pure... despair and hatred...

"buyers... auction"

Those words send the coldest of chills down her spine... she was beginning to realize there really was no way out of this... how had she been targeted in the first place.. why her... she lowered her eyes as Mark withdrew His cock from her mouth... His fingers still gently stroking thru her curly black hair... Did He have any idea what this was like from one in her... position.. how terrified she really was.. how all she wanted ... all her life.. was to be loved and wanted.. yet now she would never feel that love.. and as for being wanted... slavery was not the kind of "wanted" that had been in her dreams... She felt Him withdraw His hand then... and she lowered her head.. she did not want to look at Him or the Mistress.... but she did listen intently to their words..

"Why don't we have some more fun with her?"

"She's quite used to pain - she enters subspace quite well - her mind tunes out,"

She cringes at His words.. even tho she knew He had figured out what she did to cope... it was a talent she had learned when young.. and at least that was something she could do.. when she could.. to deal with what was happening to her...

A sudden shot of a needle in the flesh of her ass is felt.. she cries out... turning suddenly to look up at Mark.. holding a syringe... He grasping her chin.. forcing her to continue staring at Him...

"A little something to stop you performing your disappearing act,"

"You Bastard" she manages to spit at Him before her world began swim around her... She could not focus her thoughts.. she knew that this was not a good thing.. she was in trouble... deep trouble...

The Mistress grabbed and twisted her nipples.. bringing a slurred cry from Tina.. "stoppppp" she tries to cry...struggling to retreat into her mind.. she could not .. whatever He had injected her with would not allow her that one retreat.. He had taken from her the one thing she used to survive...

Lain on the bed... she is lashed with floggers... feeling the leather biting into her flesh... snaking across her skin.. she could not escape the pain... she could not retreat.. she had no where to go.. and her screams echoed into the room.. and the hall... her body arched... spasmed... shuddered beneath the beating they gave her... she was begging for them to stop when they finally relented..

But the night was not over for Tina.. She was raped... both by Mistress Julia and by Mark.. she was humiliated.. taken both anally and within her pussy... she swallowed Mark's seed again.. and again.. despite her begging them to stop... she was thrown to the floor.. and raped like a dog... she was tied to the wall.. a whip tasting of her back....

When dawn came... she was hogtied... crying and exhausted... unable to find that place in her mind where she could find comfort... she had not been allowed sleep or a moment of real pleasure.. only that mixed with pain and humiliation... Once they finally fell asleep.. after another round of making love... again Tina was forced to watch as Mark actually showed that loving... gentle side... as Mark touched.. caressed... and made love the the Mistress Julia... unlike His rapes of her....

She closing her eyes finally... as they slept in each oher's arms... she was in pain.. tied as she was.. and sleep did not come easy.. and even when she did.. her dreams turned to horrible nightmares...of slavery... of pain... of beatings and rapes... she waking up almost everytime she closed her eyes... quietly she cries... praying deep in her mind for death... anything had to be better than this existance...

She lay there... and heard the door open for a moment.. blinking she tries to focus on who... who would dare to invade a Master's private room... especially a trainer... it was KYLE.... He came to her... brushing back her damp tangled hair... His fingers gently touching her face... He whispers to her "I am sooo sorry my sweet Tina"... kind words that made her whimper.. His touch was gentle.. loving... she sooo wanted to be taken away in His arms..

A moment later and He was gone.. was it a dream.. she blinking into the emptyness .. she saw the door close... was He really there? or was her mind playing tricks on her now... betraying her.... "Kyle" she whispers.. before the tears came again...

She thought she heard someone.. either Mark or Julia .. stir... and desperately tries to quiet her crying... her breath catching... what .. what would they do to her now... ~
 
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Something had woken Mark and he turned over on the bed away from Julia's back. He looked over in the gleam from a bedside nightlight and saw Tina writhing and sniffling on the floor.

Standing he went over to her and noted the look of fear in her eyes as he knelt beside her. She suddenly noticed the knife he had in his hand and whimpered involuntarily. With a quick motion he cut the rope that bound her and she lay rubbing her wrists and swallowing her sobs.

"Get up when you're circulation returns and go and shower for the day then return here."

She moaned, not knowing the time but knowing she had hardly slept. When she returned Julia had left and Mark had dressed and was eating some fruit. He indicated that she could chose from what was on the table and sat with coffee to watch her. He liked the touch of her skin so ran his hand on the small of her back watching her eating and knowing his touch repulsed her. He smiled in pleasure.

The day began with lessons but not alone, she was with other female trainees, all working on their language skills. Mark left her there for a while under the watchful eye of teachers, all of whome were looking to gain sexual favours from the young girls whenever they could. Tina smelt the bad breath of one man as he leaned over her shoulder as she worked through an exercise, his hand cupping and massaging her breast openly, lewdly.

During breaks she noticed how some of the women were seemingly communicating with gestures and small sounds and she made it known she would like to join in, to find someone, anyone who was a friend here - perhaps find someone who knew Kyle, she desperately wanted to get a message to him.

At least she thought the morning hadn't been too bad - perhaps learn, try and cope and then on the outside her chance would come to escape. The afternoon brought lessons in deportment and she was allowed to dress in sensual, expensive clothes and with a different trainer she was to make small talk as if they were meeting in an elegant cafe. Her mind had been so unused to speaking sensibly that it was a difficult thing to do but oddly the small man who faced her seemed different to Mark, seemed friendlier, more interested in her. Though he disuaded her from talking about her circumstances, she was pleased at last to have a voice. Was this training for her future life too? Was Mark right - was she going to see something better than her old life?

She was confused and she was stripped of the clothes and taken after a communal evening meal with the other women and several trianers to ensure they didn't speak of anything significant with each other, into the great hall. It was decked out as a medieval feasting place; musicians played, a crowd had gathered.

She was given a platter of meats and told to circulate among the guests and fill the plates of those who asked.

"And if they want you as their meat, you let them have you." Mark's voice came suddenly into her ear and she heard him laugh wickedly.
 
~ The day had passed rather quietly and uneventfully.. after Mark had free'd her from being hogtied... she still did not know if seeing Kyle.. hearing His voice.. feeling His touch.. had been real or a dream of her sleep deprived.. drugged and tortured mind...

She had actually enjoyed being allowed to dress... she felt more human.. and the oppertunity to speak.. have intelligent conversation was a welcome respite as well even tho it was all part of training... She liked the small man that sat with her.. He was not threatening.. not like Mark was... the time in the classroom before this was.. bothersome.. being pawed at.. but she was coming to a point where that no longer bothered her nearly as much anymore.. ANYONE was better than Mark... she thought to herself...

As evening approached... she was struggling to stay awake... still exhausted from the night prior... she had not seen .. not heard.. anything of Kyle.. and that weighted heavy on her mind... her thoughts went back to that one night on the cross... when He had taken her... His touch had been so loving.. gentle... He had filled her like none had... His voice .. His kiss... she could Love HIm.. She could fall in Love with Kyle..

Those were the thoughts in her mind as she was prepared to serve guests for the evening at the mideval affair that was now going on.. Those thoughts were interrupted by Mark's hated voice...

"if they want you as their meat, you let them have you."

"as You wish" she shot back at Him.. before moving away from His wicked laughter...

She was naked.. as were all the slave servers... her feline like body moved amongst the guests... the dark mane of her hair tickling along smooth bare shoulders... ringlets of curls framing her face... she had been allowed to apply her own makeup if she desired... she desired NONE... she hated makeup.... never realizing that only made her all the more beautiful among the others... she was a natural beauty... and her lack of makeup was noticed... by Mark.. as well as the guests... some slaves were garishely done up.. trying to enhance their sensuality... she was trying to downplay hers.. at least that was what Mark thought..until He realized ... she was just more comfortable that way.. and it showed...

She moved thru the crowd... partially retreating back into her mind... not noticing the grabs to her ass... the fondling of her breasts... she did what she needed... serving the guests... while on the look out for Kyle....she desperately wanted to see ... Kyle... but again.. as the night wore on.. there was no sign of Him...It mattered not to her that Kyle was to be the one to execute her that time... she beleived.. she had to believe that it was NOT something he wished to do...

As the night became later... she found herself.. pressed against the wall... a guest... a burley man.. tall.. thick... heavy... lifting her legs about his waist... His cock was already free of his pants.. hard and throbbing... he had been watching Tina all night.. and wanted a peice of her... and a peice of her he indeed had... trapped against the wall as he fucked her... driving his cock into her dripping wet pussy... he pushed up and inside.. grunting in pleasure as Tina cried out.. the man was huge.. thick.. and the position was not all that comfortable for her... her back arching... the man biting at her offered nipples... suckling hard... as his hips moved in that familiar motion... his cock slickly sliding in and out of her tightness... He did not speak.. only moaning and grunting as he took her... she had closed her eyes as her body was thrust against the wall.. the hardness digging onto her back... when she slants open her gaze... she sees Mark.. sitting at the bar.. watching intently... she tries to tear her eyes away from His.. but could not.. and when the big burly man was done with her... having spilled his seed deep within her grasping sex.. she slid down the wall to the floor... panting.. the man was satisfied... shaking the last of his thick droplets of cum onto the slave at his feet... He picked up a notebook and made a note of her name... Tina.... and lumbered off... yelling for another beer....

Tina stayed on the floor for a few moments... gathering her breath ... panting... dripping of the man's seed... when she looked up.. she saw that same man speaking to Mark.. who was shaking His head no.. to whatever the man was asking.. but Tina knew it was regarding her... she slowly lifts to her feet... gathering up her empty tray... the night was ending.. and she had gotten off easy... only that one man had fucked her... she had been pawed and pinched... but it seemed her ... reputation... of being difficult .. had perhaps preceeded her... and many guests chose not to become involved with the willful slave... which suited Tina just fine...

She still was disappointed that she had not seen Kyle.. she was tempted to ask Mark.. but that would only backfire and she knew it... no one spoke of Him either.. and that bothered Tina... she desperately wanted to see him.. if she could.. even if only for a moment...

She turned... still holding the empty tray... the place was almost empty... the night was nearly over... Several slaves were cleaning up... she heard a commotion in the other room... Mark heard it too.. having lifted to His feet... both she and He were staring at the shadows thru the door to the other room... the crack of a whip... the cry of a slave... and a voice... a voice familiar to her... KYLE'S VOICE...

Tina could only stare as Kyle emerged from the other room..... ~
 
Mark' eyes were on Tina's as she was used; clearly the man gave her no pleasure nor thought of doing so. He grinned at the moment he knew he had climaxed inside her. He had seen the man who had roughly taken Tina before, of course and knew he would be interested in her. No, she wasn't for sale yet, he said when he came over. Yes, he would tell him when the auction was. The big man grinned and walked out; Mark doubted whether he would be able to afford Tina, he felt there was going to be quite some bidding for her when her education was complete.

The noise from the other room attracted his attention as he was strolling towards Tina; the sound of a whip followed by a male slave stumbling into the medieval room, a red lash mark on his shoulder and back. It was Kyle, pursued by a male trainer.

"Don't go near my trainee again," he called out and gave Kyle a final lash before telling Mark how he had found the slave and his own talking intimately together.

"I'll tell Julia," Mark said, pulling Kyle to his feet. "She is your trainer?"

Kyle nodded.

"Then you know what you can expect," Mark laughed as he saw Kyle's adam's apple bob as he tried to swallow, a look of apprehension on his face. As the two trainers spoke Kyle stole a glace at Tina and managed a smile.

Mark dismissed Kyle telling him to go to Julia and confess and that he would be along later to check. He then walked over to Tina who knelt and cast her gaze downwards.

"You did well," he said and stroked his hand in her curls. "I think you're learning. Come, you may walk." He strolled off and Tina followed; a little way down the corridor he paused and handcuffed her behind her back as they approached a room she hadn't seen before. Inside it felt hot; a small fire burned brightly and it it were several metal bars. She bit her lip and couldn't help but cast a questioning glance at Mark's face.

He didn't bother to chastise her but she saw his lips twist into an evil grin at the same time as she felt strong hands of two men grip her.

Mark went over to the fire and put on gloves so he could pull out the bars, each with a small pattern, no bigger than half an inch long heated to a glowing red at their ends. He pulled one out and brought it over to her, holding it close to her so she could feel the heat.

"You've done well, you are learning and I think it is time you received our trademark, ready for your sale. What shall we chose?"

She shook her head dumbly as she suddenly knew what these were - branding irons. She struggled but it was impossible to escape from the grip of the two men. She began to sob and plead with Mark who ignored her and went back to chosing the design he preferred.

She realised he was speaking and she stopped her tirade. "We don't use anything to big and garish; our customers like flesh that's unsullied - but we like to remind them where they bought their toys from."

He walked around her and she twisted her head to try and keep him - and the branding iron he carried in view.

"I think this little kitty is perfect for you," he said. "Now, where shall we put it?" With a nod from him to the two men she was pulled forward over a metal frame and, with some difficulty they managed to manacle her ankles to it. He stroked her thigh, just above the sensitive skin behind her knee and her breathing became shallow.

His fingers were replaced by the brand.The pain was sudden and excrutiating; she screamed and writhed but in a second the brand had done its job and was withdrawn, the smell of her burnt flesh reaching her nose as she passed out.

Quickly the two men went to work both waking her and tending to the wound with antisceptic and covering it with a bandage.

"Very satisfactory," Mark said to himself as he watched Tina being brought round.
 
~ KYLE... it was Kyle... the one person she soooo wanted to see... her eyes widened... If she had not been terrified of the punishment both he and she would endure.. she would have run into his arms... but she saw his smile.. and that was all she needed.. she smiling back in return...

Tina said a silent prayer that Julia.. would go easy on Kyle.. and that maybe.. MAYBE.. if she was good... MAYBE Julia would bring Kyle next time she visits Mark... Tina would do almost anything for a night with Kyle...

Kyle was dismissed... Tina watching him leave.. she saw Mark approaching and quickly cast down her gaze... she felt His fingers go into her hair.. and half expected to be yanked painfully to her feet from her kneeling position.. the touch tho.. was gentle..

"You did well," he said and stroked his hand in her curls. "I think you're learning.

Those words of praise made her shiver.. she was not sure why... but hearing Mark express His pleasure at her .. performance... meant alot to her...

"thank You... Master" she whispers... but does not look up at Him..

She is beckoned then.. to follow.. and given permission to walk... lifting to her feet she does just that.. following Mark into the hall... It no longer occurred to her to try and run.. she knew there was no place in there to go... Her thoughts as she walked.. turned back to Kyle...
That is until her hands were grasped and handcuffed behind her back... she did not have time to question or even think .. she was being pushed into a new room.. one she did not know...

It was hot... her skin already dampening with sweat.. she dares to cast a glance at Mark... Unsure what was happening.. or where they were.. His grin was purely evil.. she had no time to react.. she was grabbed by 2 other men..

"what?? nooo.. please" her eyes were wide with fear.. as she watched Mark approach the flickering flames... and.. pulling on gloves... He reaching in... pulling the iron out..

A BRANDING IRON..

She knew at that moment what He held.. even as He brought it over to her naked.. and now struggling body.. the men holding her tight..

"You've done well, you are learning and I think it is time you received our trademark, ready for your sale. What shall we chose?"

She could not speak.. the pure terror in her eyes prevented any words from escaping her trembling lips...

He spoke.. He walked around her.. He chose what would be seared into her skin... marking her as slave forever..

"We don't use anything to big and garish; our customers like flesh that's unsullied - but we like to remind them where they bought their toys from."
He walked around her and she twisted her head to try and keep him - and the branding iron he carried in view.
"I think this little kitty is perfect for you," he said. "Now, where shall we put it?"

She was pulled over a metal frame.. sobbing.. crying.. and yes... begging... begging Mark for mercy....
"Please... MMMMmaster.. nooooo" she manages to sob... as her ankles are manacled ... she rendered immobile... legs spread....
She felt the touch of His fingers... along the sooo tender flesh of the back of her thigh... "please" she manages to cry out to Him... but that word escalates into a SCREAM of agony as He sinks the red hot brand into the flesh... the pain was excruitating... burning flesh and skin... she had no time to retreat into her mind.. and even if she had.. THIS was something she still would have felt.. her eyes roll back into her head.. and as the brand is pulled from her skin... she passes out... her head sinking down..

She was roused a few moments later.. the pain still with her.. altho now it was dulled... but deep.. at the back of her thigh... the men were holding her up now... getting her to her feet... she could feel the bandage around her leg...

Lifting her head slowly.. she looks Mark in the eyes... "why" she moans... "why was I picked to be a slave.. what makes You a Master.. a free person.. and me nothing more than an animal to You... why"... tears were streaming down her cheeks.. the words were not accusitory.. nor harsh.... they were meek.. and shy.. and scared... her pain hazed mind trying to make sense of why this was happening to her...

The men released their hold on her.. she was able to stand on her own now... and she did so.. while they busied themselves with the job of cleaning up and preparing for the next branding... they did personal brandings as well there.. many customers wished it after purchasing a slave.. many did not wish to take their new toys without their own personal mark ...

Tina did not move... not right away.. still regaining her strength... when she did try and take a step.. she cried out.. and fell into Mark... she had to get used to that pain in her leg for now.. until it went away...

"I... I'm sorry Master" she stammers... not wanting to anger Him.. she was too weak to fight off anything He may do to her right now... she only wanted to be comforted and lay down... but she doubted that was in the cards.. ~
 
Mark caught Tina's warm body as she stumbled against him. He helped her to stand and used an anaesthetic spray on the bandaged brand, easing the pain. He ran his hand over the curve of her ass and simply told her to follow him and that the spray would be in the bathroom for her to use if she needed it. The usual mix of consideration and cruelty made Tina wonder what was coming next as she followed him down the corridor back to his rooms.

When they arrived Julia was there and with her was Kyle; Tina looked and it appeared he had no marks from a beating so perhaps he hadn't been badly used by her for whatever he had done wrong in the eyes of the other trainer. Julia smiled when she saw Tina and came over and squeezed her breast and kissed Tina's lips softly.

"I see you've been marked," she murmured close to Tina's face. "Now, perhaps you need some tenderness...Mmmm?" Tina stiffened as she thought Julia was going to force herself on her again but the trainer held out her hand and summoned Kyle over to her.

"Perhaps you'd like to spend the evening with Kyle? I'm sure he's like to be with someone as pretty as you, wouldn't you?" She looked at the naked man and giggled when she saw his cock had already thickened a little at the thought.

The bedroom had already been prepared for them.

"Of course we won't be far away," said Julia, "I do like watching you coming," she grinned at Tina. "Perhaps a nice massage for her first?" Julia inclined her head questioningly at Kyle who was warming some aromatic oils in his hand. He smiled and asked Tina to lie on her tummy on a large, fluffy towel on the bed.

She lay down and felt Kyle on the bed with her; the trainers had left. She felt the oil on her back, warm, running down her shoulder blades and then to be caught by Kyle's fingers and massaged gently into her muscles. She sighed and laid her head on the pillow.

"Does that feel good?" he asked, and she wriggled in reply and nodded as she craned around to try and look at him. His strong hands ran up and down her back and over the curve of her ass, kneading the muscles, thumbs pressing against the tight knots that the days of fear and abuse had brought her.

"So, how are you finding it here now?" he made small talk as he caressed her.

She stifled a sob at the tenderness he showed, the concern and she told him what she thought of Mark and how there was no chance of escape here, that her life was ruined, she was to become a toy for some rich man or woman. She felt him straddle her his hands on her ribs and then sliding under to hold her breasts while he kissed her neck through her hair.

She moaned softly and turned over, her neck at the mercy of him, his soft kisses running up to her ear where his tongue probed; she let her arms snake over his shoulders as her lips sought his as she pulled him down onto her their warm bodies coalescing as they continued their slow kissing and fondling of one another. Neither was aware of the comings and going of Julia and Mark as they watched them playing, kissing, stroking.

Slowly, heat built between them, slowly the moved towards love making - the tender touch of a friend, just what Tina needed, to give herself to happily. She needed someone to be with, to cling to, to give herself to, to come for.

"Kyle, oh Kyle, yes," she moaned over and again with a pleasure that wasn't just physical - a pleasure of finding someone who cared in this hell.
 
~ Again she could not figure Him out... He had just brought her agonizing pain.. by marking her with a brand.. as if she were nothing more than an .. animal... yet He allowed her to use an antisceptic spray to ease the pain now that it was over...

Mark did not see fit to answer her questions.. she was only beckoned to follow Him down the halls back to His suite of rooms... she was limping slightly from the pain.. but the spray had helped greatly...

KYLE... Julia was waiting in His rooms.. with.. Kyle.. Tina's eyes brightened at just the site of Him... but she did not move from where she stood .. just behind Mark...

When Julia approached her... she lowered her eyes.. but did not flinch.. as much as she may have wanted to .. after what had been done to her before.. When Julia lifted her chin and brushed Her lips to Tina's.. Tina whimpered softly.. but parted her lips slightly to the touch of the Mistress... her body trembling at the touch of the Mistress.. Tina was learning.. learning to respond as she should...

"I see you've been marked," she murmured close to Tina's face. "Now, perhaps you need some tenderness...Mmmm?"

Tina's eyes widened at that remark.. what.. what did she mean... ????

"Perhaps you'd like to spend the evening with Kyle? I'm sure he's like to be with someone as pretty as you, wouldn't you?"

Tina could not actually beleive what was being said.. and for a moment she turned her gaze.. not to Kyle.. but to Mark.. thinking that He would be grinning wickedly as He refused to allow this... but Mark said nothing.. letting Julia talk... Tina could truely not believe that He.. would allow this... but infact He.. did..

They were left alone.. her.. and Kyle... she found herself laying on a large.. soft.. towel.. on the bed... Kyle massaging her.. His hands felt wonderful upon her body.. she could not believe this was happening.. It had to be a dream.. or some cruel trap that would be sprung on her... but it was happening... right then... to her... the one man who has shown her the smallest kindness... had been the only one to do such... was with her now...

His voice calmed her.. His touch aroused her like no other... she told Him her inner most thoughts...

"I hate it here.. Kyle.. I.. I don't understand.. I don't understand why I am forced to be a slave.. or why You are.. and Mark and Julia are allowed to be free.. why... I hate HIM.... I hate Mark... I hate this place... the only one here I care about... is... is... you " she finishes softly.. admitting her feelings for Him...

"He is nothing more than a sadistic bastard... I think He enjoys hearing me scream in pain... He gets off on it.. " she ranted about Mark..

Kyle's kiss to the back of her neck stopped her words.. she letting out a low .. hungered moan... as His hands slip around her prone body to cup her breasts... "Ohhhh godddddsss Kyle" she whispers... His touch was that of a lover.. His kiss that of someone who cared...

She clung to Kyle as they kissed and fondled on the bed.. she having turned over under Him.. she felt as if He were her lover... not another slave.. His touch was tender.. gentle... bringing forth waves of pleasure she had not felt in a long time.. she arched under Him.. spreading her legs.. begging for Him to take her.. make love to her.. make her feel special.. like a woman.. and not a slave... she needed Him... her skin was flush with her heat.. her voice dripping with the love she was beginning to feel for the other slave... they kissed... tongues entwining.. tasting of one another.. when He thrust into her.. she cried out to Him.. her hips lifting.. allowing Him deeper... she was tight and wet... the walls of her pussy grasping at the cock that filled her... molding around Him like a warm silken glove... she arching her back... crying out like a wanton woman.. her nails raking His back lightly... as she clings to Him.. skin on skin... bodies rocking together... His hips thrusting as hers rose to meet Him... the bed moving under the mating slaves...

Tina's eyes were closed as Kyle took her.. but in the midst she slants them open.. and saw Mark... watching from the doorway... a wicked... almost venomous grin on His face.. that unnerved her... but He did not stop them in the course of their lovemaking...

"Kyle... Ohhhhh yessssss Kyle" she moans out.. calling to Him... "I... I love You" .. the words slipped out.. she could not help them... He was the only one that had shown He cared for her at all.. He was the only one she really trusted... ~
 
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Tina slept deeply in Kyle's arms; on waking though he was no longer with her and it was just Mark dressed in dark pants and a white shirt who shook her awake. He checked the dressing on her leg and made sure it was healing and then sat on the side of the bed as she lay back waiting for him to tell her what was happening today. His handed rested on her knee and then stroked gently up her inner thigh.

"You know, now, how I control your life in every way. I'm glad that you've learned that." His hand strayed further up her thigh and she trembled, not wanting to flinch at his hated touch.

"I also know you hate me."

She raised her eyes, almost meeting his and blushed as if he had caught her out; he must have overheard what she had said to Kyle, she thought - there was nothing safe here, no secret between friends. She hoped she hadn't got Kyle into more trouble.

"I know everything that happens to you, from here," his fingers slipped between the lips of her pussy and roughly inside her while his other hand came up quickly, as if he was going to hit her in the face. She closed her eyes and squealed but he just put his hand behind her head and drew her forward, kissing her forehead, "to here," he whispered, his voice filling her mind.

He withdrew his fingers and held them to her mouth; without further word of command she obediently licked him clean of the dampness from her sex, wishing she could taste Kyle on him from his climax inside her just a few hours before.

He produced food for them and she ate and he took her to her lessons, back with the other girls and the teachers she continued working on language, elocution, deportment. She had been thrown back to the 1950's, made to be a woman of less enlightened days and then on top of it to be used like a toy, like an animal to be bought by anyone. She tried to push the thoughts to one side, to concentrate; at least here she could talk to people.

While she was trying to carry out a conversation in French about some simple matter concerning cookery with a gangly woman with bobbed blonde hair, she occasionally whispered to her - exchanging names.

"Sally," the thin blonde whispered and then also shared a smile. Slowly over the day they managed to chat without reprimand. Tina could see that many of the women were doing the same, sharing their horrors, gettring round the oppression as best they could. Even if they were watched and punsihed the desire for some friend, some release was so strong they all took the risk.

At the end of the day Sally murmured, "I just want to get out of here - being a slave owned means that person wants you - and they say it's not so bad..." Tina looked at her friend and saw her shoulders had drooped, that she was broken and just waiting to get out, to do as she was told. Tina found herself nodding - was she agreeing? She gritted her teeth and tried to find ways to resist the slow dissolving of her resolve.

There were meals and in between clothes to wear, colours to match and last of all before they were to be sent back to their trainers, discussions on how best to please a man.

The trainer was a woman in a black suit; Tina was reminded of sex education as various sexual positions were shown on the screen before trainers came in and each woman had to go to hers.

"Arouse him," the woman called out, "you are his and he wants pleasure from you. Don't think of yourself, use your body as his plaything."

Tina's heart fell as she saw Mark waiting for her. Mats were laid out on the floor and the room quickly became a mass of bodies in unusual positions, the women undressing their trainers sensually or quickly, as each man made his desires known.

She bit her top lip and decided she had to play the game. She set her hips swaying as she walked over to Mark and deliberately kept what she hoped was a sultry gaze on his eyes. She ran her hands over his shirt and walked around him, pressing close.

"What do you desire, Sir?" she breathed as she again faced him. He ran his hands up her sides and let them come around to caress her breasts. He looked at her. "I want to come between them," she knew he meant her breasts even without the little squeeze he gave them.

She forced a smile and knelt in front of him, opening his pants as she did so, her face sliding in even before he had pushed them down, feeling the soft hairs at his crotch against her moth, feeling his engorging member.

He stood as she pulled down his clothing exposing him to her mouth and tongue; she lapped his balls briefly pleasing herself with the though of biting them hard but knowing she would die horribly if she did so. Instead she sucked one into her warm mouth and was pleased with the moan he gave; yes, he might be her trainer but now she was in control.

She licked his stiffened cock from base to tip and put her hands on his hips, urging him to kneel. She leaned forward as he did and slipped half his thick cock to the back of her mouth before sitting up and sucking along the length before letting him spring free.

She leaned back her hair splayed across the mat and let her hands run to her breasts to squeeze them together. He had pulled off his shirt and moved forward to slide his wet hardness between her breasts as he held the soft warm skin around him. He moaned and moved against her; she sat up a little urging his thrusts with her tongue flicking out to try and lick the head as he thrust. She raised her eyes to his face and licked her lips; he moaned, out of control and she smiled at her power.

He slid a hand in her hair pulling her head forward as he grunted and shot his cum across her neck, her lips, her cheek. More followed onto her chest, between her breasts. She didn't let up on her act as the pleasure giver and ran fingertips through the still warm semen and sucked on them as her eyes met his.

He panted and nodded to her. "You are learning to be a good courtesan," he said as he recovered his breath and pushed his own fingers through the seed and offered them to her mouth. He leaned close. "Even though you are very talkative," he said, letting her know once again that she had been observed. "For that, you spend the night on the cross."

She gasped and bit back the words she wanted to spit.

"Still, maybe Kyle will be let off the leash and come for you," he laughed as he ordered guards to take her to a cross for the night.
 
~ in control.. it felt strange to be in control... now... at least this was the .. semblence of control... she did not know about the others and their Trainers... but she knew Mark well enough to know that even tho He reacted to what she was doing to Him.. and that she could and would make Him cum... He was always the one in control when push came to shove....

She licked Him.. tasted Him.. pleasured Him... she laid back to let Him glide His now wet and glistening cock between her breasts.. as He desired... She moaned... and moved ... staring up at Him..

He really was not a bad looking man... if life had not taken the bizarre turn it had... she may have found herself attracted to Mark... she knew He could be a gentle and attentive Lover.. she had both seen.. and felt that .. from Him... she wondered.. as she lay under Him.. if He indeed had a real lover... not just a slave or another Trainer.. but someone outside of this place... or.... or .. did He have His own slave...

WHAT.. was she thinking... she casts those thoughts quickly aside.. what the hell was the matter with her.. SHE HATED HIM... and He knew it...

"You are learning to be a good courtesan. Even though you are very talkative," he said, letting her know once again that she had been observed. "For that, you spend the night on the cross."

She cringed back at His words.. even as she licked His now wet fingers clean... her eyes meeting His... silently begging to not be chained to the cross... she hated that thing.... she almost spit an insult at Him.. but bites it back.. she had to learn to control her tongue.. or it was going to get her killed... did she really want to die??

"Still, maybe Kyle will be let off the leash and come for you,"

The thought of Kyle coming to her on the cross was .. tempting.. she knew she was falling in love with the other slave.. that.. was NOT good... NOT good at all.. for they would NEVER be together... she would only suffer because of how she was beginning to feel about Kyle... her mind was becoming confused... the cross... maybe.. MAYBE seeing Kyle.. and being with him again... but.. no.. no.. it was better if she were not... better if she did not fall deeper in love with Kyle...for her own heart's sake...

"Nooo.. Master.. please... " she whispers... falling to her knees and clinging to Mark's legs... "let.. let me stay with You... and suffer punishment at Your hands... please...."

The other thought that haunted her was what she imagined while on the cross last time.. the slave being killed... Kyle attacking her... that was what she feared more than anything.. her mind betraying her again.. so she did what she never wanted to do.. she begged to stay with Mark... her twisting mind thinking that would be better than being raped on the cross.. and suffering the horrors her mind and dreams could produce... she had once depended on her mind for salvation.. suddenly she was very afraid of her thoughts... ~

"please.... " she begged again.. turning her moist eyes up to Mark.. "mercy... Mark... please"

She prayed that He could not see her confusion or dilemma.. to see that would only give Mark more power over her.. ~
 
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Mark was pleased that he had made her beg for mercy, knowing how much she hated the humiliation and use she would have on the cross. Callously he reached out and struck her cheek with his palm.

"Do not use my name," he said and stayed the guards from taking her.

"I will take her away, she needs to learn from her mistakes at my hand." He pulled her up by her hair and told her to put her hands behind her back and clasp her forearms and walk ahead of him to his rooms. When she heasitated, not knowing the way he would reach out and roughly direct her. Eventually they reached his rooms and he told her to kneel and wait for him.

Mark picked up a length of strong brown rope from a drawer and Tina trembled as the rope was passed under her breasts and tight around her back several times. It was then passed over her upper arms and over the tops of her breasts so they were tightly caught between the strong lengths of rope and her arms were restricted against her.

"Please, it's hurting, don't..." she couldn't help but blurt out but he continued to bind her despite her pleas and cries. The rope was knotted between her breasts and passed over her shoulders and round her neck in a criss cross before being taken down her back where her arms were pulled up and secured at the wrists.

She felt her breasts throbbing and tried to struggle against the rope but it wouldn't loosen.

"Keep still," Mark ordered and Tina glanced his way in time to see the flogger's strands lash her bound and exposed breasts. She squealed and flinched away, trying to escape the lash on her tightly bound breasts.

"Look at me," Mark said, drawing her eyes to his, "so I know you feel every sting of your punishment - no escaping it in your head," he emphasised his control over her with another rain of stinging lashes as he kept her gaze, letting her see his smile as he did so.

The flogger turned its attention to her rear and she sobbed as she felt her buttocks burn with its sting. She was now unable to escape as he struck her. After a few strokes he again turned his attention to her breasts which were now purple due to the restricting ropes. Her nipples were hard and when struck she screamed with the pain she was made to feel, no escaping it in sub space, she was trying to stop herself begging him to stop.

He breathed heavily and looked at her cowed form and pushed the ends of the strands of rope in her mouth.

"Count for me," he barked and lashed her rear, making her flinch and call out, "one..."

After each stroke she squealed but managed to count; he broke the rhythm so she didn't know when the next stinging lash would fall.

"What are we up to?" he called out.

"Ten," she said from behind the ropes with a trembling voice.

He walked around her and told her to look at him. Slowly she raised her teary eyes to his face. He pulled back the flogger and let it land harshly between her legs, the leather strands biting at her pussy. She squealed.

"Legs apart," he ordered, "and look at me!" She sobbed and parted her legs more and he again administered the lash, making her fall from her kneeling position onto her calves. She drew a ragged breath while he waited and knew what she had to do. She slowly struggled back up to a kneeling position, at last being obedient without him curtly shouting a command to her. He nodded in satisfaction as she raised her eyes to his and he saw the tears of pain, humiliation and obedience fall from her eyes.

She squealed again as her pussy was stung by the lash, reddening, the heat from it acutely searing her mind as a few thoughts began to drift into her head - that she deserved her punishment for disobeying her Trainer...her Master. She mustn't do it again, the thought of submission came unbidden into her mind as she struggled to keep her kneeling posture.

A hard lash came that parted her nether lips and caught her clit and she fell over on her side, bound, hurting and unable to take more pain. With a last effort she sobbed and wriggled over to him and kissed his boots.

"Mercy...please M...please, Sir..."
 
~ her mind was screaming at her even before this begun... that she should have taken her punishment on the cross.. the rapes on the cross... now she was being bound... to be punished by Mark's hand.. what had she been thinking...

Now she was on her knees on the floor... at His feet... her skin burning from the kiss of the flogger... the pain was agonizing... there was no pleasure in this... only for Him... for her there was only pain... she tried... as He had attacked her with that flogger... to retreat into her mind.. away from the pain.. away from the torture.. the punishment.. but her own mind betrayed her.. she forced to count... to concentrate on Him.. He knowing her secret.. and not allowing her to retreat... her mind screaming at her that she CHOSE this punishment.. she should have taken the cross...SHE CHOSE THIS...

Sobbing... she trying to fight the thoughts in her mind.. deep in her head... You deserve this... You deserve punishment... You are nothing more than an animal.. a slave.. to be beaten at Your Master's whim... You can not fight... You have no where to go... submit... the pain will stop if you SUBMIT... BEG FOR MERCY...

He struck her again and again... each bringing another cry from her lips... she had never expierenced pain like this.. humiliation like this... her eyes lift to His as she exposes her vunerable pussy to Him... tears were flowing down her cheeks... she could not fight Him... she would never be able to break free... she was enslaved... and He was showing her the absolute proof of that.. as the lash came again... she arching her back.. screaming out in excrutiating pain... she realized that He indeed could beat her to death right here.. right now.. and no one ... would care... and that thought... that one thought... brought forth her begging for mercy...

"Mercy...please Mar... Master...please..."


Thoughts of submitting suddenly invaded her mind again... of offering her complete submission... of begging for forgiveness.. and again.. for mercy...

She had finally collasped onto the floor completely... her breathing ragged.. all she could feel was pain... pain hazing her mind.. her thoughts.. she was crying... humiliated and beaten... vunerable... no longer able to keep any control over who she was.. what she was... she manages to shift... and brush her trembling lips to His boots... no longer able to fight Him off... even in her mind...

"pppplease... Master... no more pain... please... show this creature... this... slave... mercy... ppppplease" she whimpers at His feet...

He had control of her... she could no longer retreat into her mind... she no longer could even think of escape.. there was no escape for her... there never would be... she knew that as she lay there with her head resting to the feet of the Free One... her Trainer... her..... Master...

"pplease.... no more... make it stop... Master.. please..... I... I... submit.... Master... I submit to You... "

The words were barely heard... but she had uttered them... He had broken her... she felt defeated... she was in pain.. she was scared... confused... weakened.. and .. begging...

She only wanted to feel safe again.. she had felt safe with Kyle... but that was only because He was a slave too.... she would never be with Kyle... she would never know love... all she would ever know was a collar.. being used.. owned... beaten...

"ppplease" she sobbed... she did want to die then... He had taken from her what little dignity she had left.. He had ripped her freedom from her... He had torn into her mind and twisted her thoughts... He had taken who she was.. from her... she no longer even thought of herself as Tina Street... she was nothing more than "slave" now.... He... had won... ~
 
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