The Remaking of a Slave 18

by Princess and Her treasure

Chapter Eighteen

Kayli was fed a sizable breakfast as Mistress and Master James talked over property holdings with Joshua. Mistress somewhere had acquired a training crop that she used gently to tap Kayli in correction for posture and position, demanding exacting perfection of her.

When they were done, Allanah stood and gave a tug on the chains, keeping the pressure on her slaves nipples, making her gasp. "That signals you to stand."

"Yes, Mistress." Kayli rose to her feet, but Allanah found fault with it and had her kneel again and repeat the movement. Andrew took his time clearing the table to watch this. Mistress had never trained any of them like this. Maybe you trained girl slaves differently than you trained guys.

Two quick tugs on her nipples signaled her to follow Mistress. Kayli kept a respectful two to three steps behind her Mistress. The clack-clack of Allanah's medium-heeled boots on the tile hall were echoed by Master James. Another tug signaled her to stop. Kayli half-surfaced from her deep submission as she realized that they were in front of the dungeon door. Tim was in the dungeon.

She must have made some noise of fear because Mistress turned and cupped Kayli's face with her hand, "Be still, Little One, today you will confront Tim. I will be there as well as James. Tim is going to perform for us, at your command. He will never hurt you again. I promise you this."

Kayli wanted nothing more than to bolt, but her love for Mistress had grown so much; her need for her was so tremendous that she would have gone down there alone if asked. "Yes, Mistress."

The door was unlocked and with the two quick tugs to her nipples, Kayli was led down the stairs.

Tim knelt quivering in his cell. James had been down earlier to arrange Allanah's chair and to blindfold him. He could make out two people, no three. Allanah, yes.. that was her perfume. James would be the heavy steps. Who was the third? A female by the sounds of the shoes. A potential Mistress? A moment of horror crossed his mind as he imagined a life-time of being dressed as a french-maid.

"The Bitch will perform for us today! What do you wish for him to do?" Allanah's voice rang out.

Tim whimpered softly in the long silence that followed.

"I-I want," the voice was hesitant and touched with fear. It was familiar to him, "I w-want to see him f-flogged and then beg to be ass fucked."

He heard his cage unlocked and felt James snap a leash to his collar. He crawled out on all fours until he was stopped. The blindfold was removed and he blinked in the light. He was in front of Allanah, looking ever royal in a black lace bustier and deep royal purple mini skirt. What caused him to gasp was the woman sitting on her lap. Was this creature radiating submission and grace really Kayli?

The truth of it all hit him so hard he dropped his forehead to the ground in shame. He never had been a Master. It had all been a lie. The things he had done to her... oh god! He was almost sick on the floor with the memory of it.

"Eyes up. Is there something you wanted to say, Bitch?" Allanah asked in her cool, distant voice.

Tim struggled to lift his eyes, "Please... I am sorry."

"That is rather vague. Be specific." She ordered, gently stroking Kayli in comfort.

Tim took a shuddering breath. Where was he supposed to begin? "Kayli, I know that there is nothing that I can say to repair for what I did to you, but I am sorry. I am sorry that I manipulated you into signing a contract with me. I presented myself as a Master when I was too proud to admit that I wanted to be a slave. The more submissive you were, the more I wanted to hurt you for it. I am sorry. I am sorry for forcing you to sign a second contract when you wanted to leave. I was determined to break you.

He was trembling now with the weight of his crimes, "I am sorry that I made you beg for mercy just to see the pain in your eyes when I said no. I am sorry for torturing you, for cutting your feet. I am sorry for giving you to others as a rape toy. I am sorry torturing your mind by making you think that I was going to kill you. I am sorry that I thought that destroying you would destroy the need in me. Please, if you can ever find it in your soul, I beg you to ogive me."

"I am not even worthy to be a slave. You," he looked her full in the face, "have kept your true beauty and submission no matter what I did to you. Ma'am here has brought it forth like a polished jewel."

He leaned forward to kiss her foot and winced as if he had been kicked in the gut when she drew her foot back.

Allanah nodded at James. James pulled Tim toward the wall and locked him into position for flogging.

"What do you wish him to be flogged with, Kayli," she asked, her voice kind.

Kayli thought of the times he had whipped her and in a voice that didn't seem to be her own said, "The single tailed. It was his favorite on us."

Tim's fingers clawed against the wall as he remembered how he would lovingly stroke the whip against the girl's skin, knowing that he would see their blood. The first lash was solid, speaking highly of James skill. Tim pressed against the cool wall with a loud gasp of pain. He barely had time to take a breath before the next lash fell. The pain spread through him like liquid fire and he hated it, yet loved it, needed it. If only it would cleanse him of what he had done! The third stroke had him crying out.

Kayli watched Master James flog Tim until he hung in the chains, blood bright on his back. She had thought that seeing him punished like this would make her feel better, but it hadn't. There was a feeling that some justice had been done, but not the happiness she thought she would have had.

(Rewrite) Kayli half-surfaced from her deep submission as she realized that they were in front of the dungeon door. Tim was in the dungeon. She tried to take a step back the the length of the leash pulled on her nipples painfully.

She must have made some noise of fear or pain because Mistress turned and cupped Kayli's face with her hand, "Be still, Little One, today you will confront Tim. I will be there as well as James. Tim is going to perform for us, at your command. He will never hurt you again. I promise you this."

Kayli wanted nothing more than to bolt, but her love for Mistress had grown so much; her need for her was so tremendous that she would have gone down there alone if asked. "Yes, Mistress." She could do this, she told herself. She felt a welcome haziness slipping over her like a protective covering giving her a step back from the rest of the world.. She blinked it back as fast as it had come. This was not the time to escape in her mind.

The door was unlocked and with the two quick tugs to her nipples, Kayli was led down the stairs. With each step down, she could feel the knot of fear and nausea growing.

"The Bitch will perform for us today! What do you wish for him to do?" Allanah's voice rang out.

Tim whimpered softly in the long silence that followed.

"I-I want," the voice was hesitant and touched with fear. It was familiar to him, "I w-want to see him f-flogged and then beg to be ass fucked."

"Eyes up. Is there something you wanted to say, Bitch?" Allanah asked in her cool, distant voice.

Tim struggled to lift his eyes, "Please... I am sorry."

"That is rather vague. Be specific." She ordered, gently stroking Kayli in comfort.

He leaned forward to kiss her foot and winced as if he had been kicked in the gut when she drew her foot back.

Kayli trembled beneath her Mistress's hand. He seemed a changed man, but she couldn't believe it wasn't some act, some plan of his to lull them into complacency until he could hurt them all. When he leaned forward to kiss her foot she couldn't bear the thought of him ever touching her again. She felt her eyes closing as her mind tried to go somewhere else, somewhere safe. She wasn't strong enough to face him alone.

She struggled to stay in the present, not to slip away. She concentrated on the feel of Mistress' fingers moving up and down her spine and looked over at Master James setting up the equipment for the flogging. Slowly, she began to realize, that she wasn't facing Tim alone. Mistress and Master James were with her. Joshua, Andrew and Pablo were upstairs.

Kayli looked down at the trembling figure before her. Without his Master outfits, he didn't look so commanding anymore. In fact, he looked rather pathetic. He lacked the upper body definition that Joshua, Andrew and Pablo had, giving him a 90 pound weakling look. She cocked her head to one side trying to imagine a Master or Mistress wanting him in bed with them. It was a hard stretch.

Master James pulled Tim toward the post and chained him up for the flogging. Tim's arms were wrapped around the post in a position he knew was safe and gave James a good working space. He could not stop from shaking, knowing that Kayli was watching, knowing that he deserved this more than ever.

Kayli leaned into Allanah, not even aware that she was trembling. She was torn with emotions. She wanted to see him beaten until he could no longer stand; she wanted him just to be locked back in his cage and never see him again. Would seeing him hurt make the demons he had put into her go away? Would it stop the nightmares? Would one less or one more stroke make it any better? She felt a tear slide down her face and felt Mistress catch it with her finger.

"I'm right here, Little One," Allanah whispered in her ear, "Feel my strength."

James walked over to the whip wall and selected the single tailed whip, curling the tail through his fingers lovingly. It was fine leather. He walked back to Tim slowly, letting his footsteps echo in the basement. He reached out and touched the bare back of the slave boy and felt him jerk nervously. Unfazed, James ran his fingers over the still-healing marks already there.

"Bitch, do you remember the first Gala you took Kayli to?"

Tim moaned at the memory in shame, "Yes, Sir."

"You demonstrated on her, didn't you?" He let the coiled leather drop to the floor and began to snap it gently so it made a soft snick, snick sound on the floor.

Tim squirmed in the chains, "Yes, Sir."

"How long had you had her at that point?" James let the end snick against Tim's ankle, just enough to sting.

Tim danced painfully, "Uhh - four or five weeks I think, Sir."

James moved to the other side, his voice steady and low, demanding, "You were drinking that night, weren't you?"

"Y-Yes, Sir," Tim whimpered, getting scared now.

"And did Kayli bring to your attention that you were not safe to demonstrate flogging in your condition?" James wrapped his fingers in Tim's hair and pulled back steadily, watching him arch helplessly.

"Yesssss, I am so sorry, Yessss," Tim whined.

"You hated that she knew then that you were not a Master, didn't you?" James did not let go of his hair.

"Yesss... I couldn't let her tell!" he gasped.

"So you beat her with a whip she was not ready for," James let go of his hair and stepped away, leaving Tim gasping in fright. "At least you will have the benefit of a sober Dom who knows control."

James lifted his arm and with precision skill brought the whip down on Tim's back leaving a bright red line in its place. He placed ten evenly spaced lines down his back and then criss-crossed them with ten coming up. Tim was sobbing and pleading for forgiveness, stumbling over every crime he could think of that he had done to Kayli.

Ignoring it, James took him down and secured him over the horse. "Beg for cock, Bitch, beg for it the ass like the little whore you know you are." James did not sneer, but spoke matter-of-fact as if he had asked for the most reasonable thing in the world.

Tim thought of the comfort of a hard cock in his ass to ease the agony of his back. God, he wanted that. He wanted to feel the control of Master James subduing him with his cock. It did not take long for him to beg and plead most descriptively. He felt himself sliding deeper into submission as he begged and welcomed it.

"Fuck me! Please have mercy on this worthless bitch and fuck me, Sir, please, I beg you!" he cried and then gasped as James thrust into him in one long hard thrust, driving into him with a power that left his breathless, his cock swelling painfully against the restraint, his fingers clawing at the horse. It felt so good, it felt too good... oh god! what was he doing to him! He was going to rip him in pieces! He was.... oh no! He felt his cum spurting down his leg as James pumped his own cum into his ass.

Allanah made a tsking sound, "Now you know better than that, Bitch. We will have to consult with your new Master about your punishment. You do realize that he is very exacting and is likely to be much more severe than I would be."

James pulled out and in short order and Tim's hands cuffed behind his back and had tucked him back in his cell.

Allanah carefully led Kayli out of the basement, keeping her arm around the girl. They had made it halfway to her private study when Kayli broke down into tears. They were not tears of hysteria or of fear, but of some kind of odd, heavy loss.

Allanah unlocked her study and brought the girl in, wrapping her for the moment in the soft afghan she kept draped over a chair. She held her, rocking her, crooning softly and stroking her - letting her cry her grief out.

As Kayli claimed, Allanah let her hands move over her slave's body, gently caressing her to give her comfort and pleasure. She marveled at the girl's responsiveness, the depth of trust and love in her eyes. She leaned over and kissed Kayli, deepening the kiss as her slave arched up in adoration and submission, the fear of the dungeon being washed away by the comfort and love of her Mistress.

James entered the office and smiled at the two of them. He wondered if his Princess knew how much of a torment it was for him to see such a tableau. He sat at the desk and got out the file of Tim's financial holdings, waiting for Allanah to come up for air. When she did, she stood and led Kayli over to the desk and motioned for her to kneel. He watched in approval as the slave knelt beautifully, obviously fully back in deep submission and arousal, but still very fragile. Allanah secured the leash to the desk and pulled up a chair next to James.

As they worked through the file, Allanah would reach down and tease Kayli's nipples until she was straining to keep her position and making desperate little noises of aroused agony.

In time, the intercom buzzed. It was Pablo.

Kayli looked up at her Mistress with a concerned look as she disconnected the intercom and thoughtfully tapped her fingers on the desk. She leaned over to James and they talked for a few moments in tones low enough that Kayli could not make out the words.

Kayli let her thoughts wander. She was worried about Pablo. What was Mistress going to do to him? Would he be down in the dungeon, too? Her worry caused her to forget about her posture and to squirm in response to her throbbing need, letting out an unrealized low moan.

Allanah lifted an eyebrow and looked over at her distracted slave. She gave the leash a sharp tug, watching with some arousal on her own part at how Kayli reacted to that stimuli. The moist parted lips so ready to suck, the faint trembling of fear and desire, the line of her body as she corrected her posture - she did seem to thrive under strictness.

Pablo had slept until morning, and woke with a headache that could only be explained as blinding. He stumbled to the bathroom to relieve himself and caught sight of his face in the mirror. He was startled when he saw someone who looked the way he used to look ...before Mistress. He shook his head and slowly began to remember some of the day before, his stomach clenching. He hoped it was just a dream, and that he hadn't really seen James' collar on Mistress, and that he hadn't really said those things. Please, God, don't let him have said those things to her.

He saw the note on his bedside table and rang the intercom, almost hoping she was not there to answer. He waited for a few seconds and was relieved until he heard her sweet voice.

“Yes?”

“I-I am awake, Mistress.”

“Call Joshua to tell him you're ready for breakfast, and I'll be up in a bit.”

He waited what seemed like hours for Joshua to bring the tray with the steaming eggs benedict that he couldn't eat because his stomach kept doing flips. And it seemed like half an eternity from the time Joshua left him alone in his room until he heard her footsteps approaching outside the door.