The Remaking of a Slave 13

      Tim looked at the dog dish of now cold oatmeal with distaste. It has been steaming when Andrew had brought it down, but by the time he had made him scrub the cell to his pleasure and then bathe from a bucket of lukewarm water, the food was cold. He hated oatmeal, but he knew that complaining would bring punishment. He wondered how many of the girl he had kept had felt the same the way. Still, he was hungry and not eating would mean punishment, too.
    He had just finished when he heard the key turning in the door to the dungeon. Not wanting to acknowledge the excitement that flooded him, he knelt in the proper position and waited.
    Allanah came down the steps capturing his whole attention. She looked more regal than ever somehow. She was magnificent in the black leather mini skirt and a purple satin corset. Her feet were bare, and she looked magnificent, she almost glowed with passion and desire. He was so taken with her, that he did not see James until he stepped directly in front of him.
    Anger welled up inside of Tim. His hatred of James boiled up like lava. Come to gloat, had he?
    "You will show me the respect that I deserve, Slave," James said in a cool voice that was so full of authority that Tim almost shook.
    He glanced from James to Allanah looking for clues. Was he expected to obey him? Allanah gave him a stern look and nodded. Tim tried to school his face to hide his dislike.
    "Andrew," James said as he walked over to the wall where the whips and floggers hung waiting, "Please fasten the slave to the cross for punishment."
    Tim twisted out of position as his anger ruptured to the surface, "What do you mean punishment? I haven't done anything! I have done every God damn thing that Bitch has told me to do. And now you waltz in and just take
over?"
Andrew twisted his arm behind his back and forced Tim to his feet. Skillfully, he maneuvered him to the St. Andrew's cross and fastened his arms so he was hugging it, his back exposed.
        James selected a punishment whip and walked over to Tim, calm and collected, "Yes, I have. It is time for you to face reality, Slave. You have signed a contract and you are not going to be allowed to go back on it. You are not a Master any longer. You are not Master material and you know it. In your heart you are a slave. The sooner you stop fighting it and accept what you are, the better it will be for you.
        "You are being punished for your attitude. You will also be punished now for name calling, moving out of position, and speaking without permission."
        He ran his hand over Tim's back, feeling the muscles.Tim froze feeling an odd sensation filling him. The power that James exuded made him feel small. It was true. Everything he had said was true. Was it so obvious? Did everyone know? He was so caught up in the chilling truth of this revelation that he barely felt the first lash.
        "Count, Slave," James commanded in his cool, detached voice.
        "One, Sir," Tim hugged the cross as confusion, shame and submission fought for preeminence within him.
        Allanah watched the punishment with relief. She could already see a change in Tim. It struck her once again, that James didn't act dominant, he just was dominant. Tim also seemed to be responding better to male dominance. That might well explain his treatment of his female slaves. She made a mental note to have them taken care of soon.


    Pablo chopped at the vegetables in growing ill-humor. He could feel that man's presence all the way in the kitchen like some cloying scent. Everything was fine until he came along. Didn't he please Mistress enough? Couldn't he give her the service and love she needed?That man was going to destroy the house. He had seen Mistress walking to the dungeon with him, barefoot like some slave. What would happen to them when he had taken her away? Joshua and Andrew would probably go with her, the slut boys were eager enough to please him. What about Kayli? Would she bloom or wither under him? Could she take another change? And himself, he would probably be sold off to another Master or Mistress.
        The emptiness and pain of that thought was too much to bear. Numbly, Pablo went to the cupboard and got out the bottle of scotch. He poured himself a glass and held it for a long moment. He knew he should pour it back, but he ached for the comfort. He stared at the amber liquid, the pain in him piercingly sharp, and he drank. It burned soothingly. He closed his eyes, leaning against the counter. It had been so long since he had had a drink. He would have just one more, he was stronger now than he was before, and he could stop when he wanted.

        "Of course, you will need to come to some decision about his property," James said softly leading Allanah into the dining room. "You could keep it as a rental or sell it. I believe there is a Mistress from California that plans to relocate here that might be interested in it. I could give you her name. She has contacted the society for membership."
        Allanah nodded. Selling the property would probably be the best thing. "I will have Joshua go over all of his holdings and see what he has. I understand from Kayli that he made the girls sign over anything they had. They should get that back, or it should be transferred to their current owners for safekeeping."
    "Very good," James turned her toward him and looked down with a hungry look in his eyes. He ran a finger possessively over the edge of the corset, watching her tremble softly. He was very tempted to have her right there on the table. He kissed her neck several times and then bit her possessively, marking her. He felt her yield to him, press against him in need. He released her and looked at her with a wicked hunger in his eyes. He could see the desire and rising need in her. It will have to wait until after lunch," He kissed the tip of her nose and grinned at the flash of anger and frustration in her eyes.
        Andrew came in looking very tasty in his tight leather pants and black muscle t-shirt, "Tim is secured. When I left he was crying."
        James nodded, "Good, he is breaking down. I will show him the video after lunch."
        Allanah looked at James with curiosity, "Video? I assume this is not a porn flick."
        James smiled, "No, but it should work wonders with our little problem."
        Joshua came in with Kayli and Allanah was struck with how much confidence Joshua was gaining being with Kayli. And Kayli, she was perfectly dressed today to tempt, just the right amount of elegant and wanton. The fuck-me heels were so perfect on her. Already horny from James' teasing earlier, the desire to take one of her slaves was very strong.
        "Is your new girl ready to play yet?" James whispered.
        "No," Allanah said firmly, "She is still learning to trust me."
        "Shame. The way you dress her, it is like displaying dessert and not letting us have a bite."
        "Pretend you're on a diet."
        He gave her a swat on the rear, "Sassing me already? There will be punishment for that."
        Allanah gave him an inviting and playful look, "I wouldn't expect anything else from the best."
        Everyone took their seats and waited. After several minutes, James gave Allanah a questioning look. Allanah frowned. Pablo had never served a meal late before.
        "Kayli, go see if Pablo needs a hand carrying in the dishes."
        "Yes, Mistress." Kayli hurried into the kitchen and found Pablo standing by the kitchen door looking out into the yard, a glass in his hand with what she thought was apple juice.
        "Pablo? Is everything OK?" she asked hesitantly.
        He turned and looked at her. "Peachy keen," he said bitterly gesturing with the glass, "Take out the salad and the bread and let that sonofabitch stuff his fucking face. I'll be right out with the rest." His words were just slightly slurred, but, because of his accent, it was difficult for Kayli to tell weather of not he had been drinking. He downed the rest of the glass.
        Confused and a little scared at his behavior, Kayli got the bowl of fruit salad from the refrigerator and picked up the tray of homemade bread.   She stood there for a moment, wavering, unsure of weather she should call Mistress in, before Pablo angrily motioned for her to go. Balancing the two, she carefully carried the back into the dinning room.
        "Pablo said he would be right here," Kayli took her seat.
        Allanah noticed Kayli's nervousness. Something was not right. She was just about to go into the kitchen herself when the door opened and Pablo came in, walking carefully. He grandly set down a large broccoli and cheese quiche, walked over to the sideboard and picked up a bottle of wine that had been airing.
        "Do you want wine with lunch?" he asked in a too proper voice.
        There was silence at the table. James looked at the food with disgust. He had been here often enough that his preferences and dislikes were well known to Pablo. While the food was beautifully presented, and it was, in fact one of Allanah's favorite meals, this was a direct insult. He knew it, Allanah knew it, and all the slaves but Kayli knew it.
        Allanah sat up, displeasure flashing in her dark eyes, "Pablo, would you care to explain your choice for lunch?"
        Pablo looked at the food and then at Allanah as if the answer was evident, "I cook for you Mistress, not the bastard that is sitting there. If he doesn't like the food, he can damn well leave."
        James struggled to keep his temper in check..
        Allanah stood to her feet, "That was inexcusable and you know it, Pablo."
        The light glinted off the heavy gold necklace that she was wearing and Pablo noticed the dragon charm hanging heavily from it for the first time.
        The color drained out of his face.
        "You're wearing that bastard's collar!" It was more an accusation than a question.
        "Pablo! Stop it right now. Don't force me to add to what will already be a severe punishment." Allanah ordered.
        He took a big swig of the wine and then threw the bottle against the wall where it shattered spilling wine and glass across the wall and floor. Kayli made a small noise and grabbed Joshua's hand.
        "What the fuck do you take me for? How long? Do you think we're all idiots? You've probably been planning this for months. Have you got new owners lined up for us already?" His rant continued and he picked up the bowl of fruit salad and launched it across the room, barely missing Joshua.
         "Was that going to be a surprise for us? Grow tired of us, did you?" Tears were streaming down his face.
        "How much have you had to drink, Pablo," Allanah asked calmly.
        "Enough to know what's real." He spat back. He reached up and clumsily undid the clasp of his lion head necklace. He held it for a moment in his hand, tears streaming forcefully down his cheeks. He was shaking now, fury coursing through his blood unchecked. He looked down at the collar and thought about how much he loved her, and realized that his world would end without her.
      The alcohol called to him from the back of his mind, it whispered, "Leave her first, don't let her get the best of you! At least this way you won't look like a fool." He squeezed his hand around the charm, wishing it would explode, and when it didn't, he threw it with all his strength against the wall.
       "Fuck you! You are nothing but a lying conniving manipulative bitch who only cares about herself, and I am outta here!" He ran into the kitchen.
        There was a moment of stunned silence and the overpowering smell of wine and fruit.
        Allanah didn't let it linger, "Andrew and Joshua, get him before he gets in one of the cars. I want him in his room restrained before he hurts someone. Kayli, get some coffee going and find out how much he has had to drink."
        James stood, "Don't move Princess, there is glass all around your feet." Tenderly, he picked her up and carried her to a safe place in the dinning room. "Maybe I'll call in some lunch for us."
        "Good idea," she agreed, "But none of that fishy sushi you keep trying to
make me eat."
        Kayli came back in, holding two bottles, one empty, "If these were both full, it appears that he drank a whole bottle of scotch and half a bottle of bourbon." She trembled at the increasing commotion coming from the kitchen and beyond. They could hear the sounds of struggling and Pablo swearing.
        Allanah gathered Kayli in her arms and held her, stroking her back, "It's going to be OK, little one. I am not leaving you. Any of you. Pablo is going to be OK. He has demons to deal with too. Now go with Joshua back up to the office for now. I'll see that lunch is sent up to you when it gets here. And tell Andrew that I will be up to check on Pablo when he's settled a bit."

        Tim knelt on the cold floor looking curiously at the TV display that Allanah had brought out. His back still ached from the lashes this morning and he tried to have his best posture and form. He tried to tell himself it was to keep from having more punishment but he knew it was because he wanted to hear James say he was pleased with him.
        "Now Bitch, you remember that you signed a letter for Mistress Allanah?"
        "Yes, Sir." Tim said a bit worried.
        "She had me take that letter to the committee, as is right and proper, and they read it. Of course, all committee meetings are videotaped and I thought you might want to see the videotape of them reading your letter, since you weren't able to be there in person," James smiled almost predatorily at him.
        The tape started with the twelve members seated around the table, elegant cups of coffee and plates of pastries on the table. James' voice could be heard rather matter-of-a-factly stating that they had a letter from a Master notifying them of a change to a lifelong slave status.
        Interest perked up around the table as the letter was passed around. Tim started to relax and then the comments began.
        "Little pissant wasn't fooling anyone," said one of the members, "He passed all the exams, but it was obvious from the beginning he needed a collar."
        "About time someone put him under their boot. I was ready to lodge a formal complaint against him."
        "I expect we will see him at the next extravaganza on stage as a fuck toy."
        "Do you think he will be any good?"
        "Control his ass, you control the boy. I want to borrow him for a day and pay him back for some of the comments he has made to me."
        "I bet the more degrading the treatment, the more he laps it up."
        James stopped the video and walked in front of Tim, "What are you?"
        "A slave." He said it and felt the truth of it. The illusion was gone. His "peers" knew.
        "What have you always been?" James pressed.
        "A slave." Tim replied almost dizzy at the thought.
        James undid his pants and pulled out his cock, "Suck me."
        Tim began to suck eagerly, but with a tenderness that showed he wanted to please. James smiled over to Allanah. After several minutes, during which he decided that Tim had some potential at this, he pulled out.
        "Where do you really want it, slave?"
        "Sir?"
        "Where would you really like my cock, slave?" James grabbed his hair and pulled his head back roughly.
        "My-my ass, please, Sir!" Tim gasped.
        James did not let go, but tugged Tim's head back a bit further, "You like it in your ass don't you? Hard and thick. Do you like it more with your arms tied? Do you dream of being caned first?"
        "Yes!" Tim's eyes were wide. How did he know?
        James dropped Tim's head and stepped away, "You can't have it. Rewards only go to good slaves."
        Tim felt like the ground had fallen out from under him. He had done everything they had said. He had been extra good. What had he done wrong?
        "Please, Sir!" he begged wanting to crawl after James. "What have I done wrong?"
        James turned, a look of disgust on his face, "You have not been truthful with me. I will not abide slaves that hide the truth. Your lack of confession has given us limited options. We will be selling your contract to someone who will make sure you are not allowed to hurt anyone ever again. It is a very exclusive brothel in Thailand but quite harsh."
        Tim shook his head, knowing at once the place James was talking about. He had been there once himself as a patron. He couldn't go there. Anything was better than there.
        "Please, No! It was an accident. Allen got this idea we could bring her back to the dungeon. He had me slip a roofie in her drink. We brought her back and began to fuck her and play with her."
      "Torture her?"
        Tim hesitated, "Yes. We were pretty drunk. I think the roofie wore off some because she screamed and begged, but that made it even better. I don't know how she died. We left her tied to the table and I swear she was OK, but when we came back she was dead. Kayli freaked out and I had to punish her. She couldn't tell anyone what had happened."
        Allanah's eyes flashed with fire, knowing the intense beating that he casually called punishment.
        James looked down at Tim his face displaying no emotion, "What did you do with the body?"
        "Allen and I took her up into the mountains where he has a cabin and he put her in the bottom of the abandoned outhouse." Tim was shaking.
        James pulled Tim over to the padded leather horse and thrust so hard into Tim's ass that Tim cried out and clawed at the horse. He began a slow but determined use of his ass that had Tim whimpering.
        "Tell me, slave," James said conversationally, "What were you thinking about when you had this girl. Be honest."
        Tim clutched the horse feeling like he was being ripped apart. He had thought Pablo, Andrew and Joshua had taught him what it was to be ass fucked, but this was completely different. Master James made him feel every inch a slave. It was horrible, it was wonderful.
        "I-I wanted it to be me." Tim sobbed, the last wall of defense breaking down.
        James began to hammer into him, over and over and over again, until he came deep inside of Tim. He let the still crying slave lick him clean before he put him back in his cage.
        Outside of the dungeon, James leaned against the wall, his fingers playing with Allanah's hair. "We'll want to arrange an owner for him before we take the tape to the DA. I don't think prison would be good for Tim, he doesn't have the survival sense of gnat. He would get in with the wrong crowd on day one as their prison bitch."
        "Any ideas for an owner?" Allanah asked.
        "Not a Mistress. I think I know of a Master that would be perfect for him. I will have to talk to him and see what we can negotiate. He may want a substantial part of Tim's net worth. If he agrees, it could work out well. He is a close friend of the DA and a plea bargain deal could be worked out against Allen."
    James smiled and pressed Allanah against the wall. "If we didn't have so many issues to deal with right now, I would be taking you to the play room for an extensive reminder course in respect."
    "I doubt you would make it to the playroom," challenged Allanah.
        "See to your slaves, wench and then come to me in your personal study. I'll teach you to sass me." He gave her a swat on her rear and watched her move with hungry eyes.