The Remaking of a Slave 7

    Allanah circled him slowly, her pleasure was a bit perverse as she watched him squirm in the too tight handcuffs and leg irons. She stopped suddenly and hissed in his ear.   “Are you afraid little bitch?”
    “You fucking cunt, I will kill you with my bare hands. You can't keep me here forever like this. I am a MASTER! Who the hell do you th--” Before he could spit out another single word of his tirade, Allanah slapped him hard across the face. His silence was more out of shock than pain. Her voice had a menacingly calm edge to it when she spoke again.
    “You will behave or I will hurt you. It is as simple as that. You will do what I say, when I say, and how I say. Your name is now Bitch, and you will answer to it. You belong to me now, and nothing you do or say can change that. You are at my complete mercy. If you choose not to accept this fact, you will have a very long, very hard time here. Do you understand Bitch?”
    “Fuck you! You little piss-ant whore, you're not worth the--” This time her hand landed on the other cheek with such force he felt as if his eye would explode. As he gasped for air and tried to let the stars forming before his eyes clear, she continued.
    “The correct answer was 'yes Ma'am'. I suppose I will have to begin your punishment immediately.” With a heavy sigh, she turned and walked to the wall where her punishment tools hung. She selected a heavy rubber flogger with square strands 1/8 inch wide and very very long. It was a wicked tool by any standard and was known to leave marks and break the skin. She'd only gotten it for a teasing implement, as the strands could tickle very nicely with a gentle hand, but she knew that he'd need much much more than a tease.
    The way he'd acted all these years had begged for what he was about to get, and she knew it even if he didn't. The way he'd abused countless slaves, the way he'd torn them down so he could seem bigger. I may have seemed to some that he hated them. He did. But it was more than just hate. Jealousy was the true answer. He hated them for being so beautiful, for being so soft, for having so few burdens... for being what he could not.   She walked slowly back to him, the long strands nearly dragging the floor.
    “I'll give you one more chance Bitch.   Do you understand your position here?”
    Timothy eyed the long flogger and growled at her, the tirade beginning all over again, “You filthy insignificant whore! You don't have the guts to-” This time he was interrupted with a loud swoosh-crack of a whip sailing through the air and hitting something very hard. It took his body a few seconds to realize that the something that had been hit was his chest. He looked down, and saw the blood seeping from the burning marks.    He gnashed his teeth to keep from screaming and began to breathe hard, and started shaking, the realization of what was actually going to happen sinking in”
    “I'm in no mood to play. You fully understand how this works Bitch. You will call me Ma'am, since you have not earned the right to call me Mistress, and, honestly, I doubt you ever will. I'll tell you what, I'm going to use one of your techniques tonight. I will beat you, you will beg for mercy and plead for me to stop. But unlike you, I have the ability to show mercy. If you apologize for your rude behavior, I may stop. Don't forget the begging, Bitch. Shall we begin?” She didn't wait for an answer as she began a ruthless whipping of of his upper torso, not sparing his neck or sides, knowing that those marks would be permanent. She didn't enjoy it, but knew it was a necessary part of her plan. After the fourth lash of the whip he was moaning loud and had bitten down so hard on his lower lip that he had a stream of blood flowing from it. On the sixth, he screamed, and on the fourteenth he began begging during his screaming. After twenty his voice was hoarse and he sounded very much like yowling cat.
    “Please stop it. Help me! Someone help me! Please, anything to stop it! Oh fuck! Aieeeeeeeeeeee! Please stop, anything if you'll just stop.” She went on with the beating waiting for him to comply. “Oh Christ, stop, please stop it, I'M SORRY! Oh god I'm sorry.” He sobbed, tears rolling fiercely down his face, dripping onto his marred flesh and mixing with the streams of blood there. He began to feel himself losing control of his body and his humiliation was complete when he involuntarily urinated and defecated all over himself, or so he thought.
    She stopped and spoke to him, her voice still unnervingly calm, “Do you understand your position here Bitch?”
    “Yes Ma'am” came the half defeated response.
    She looked at him, her face a mask of calm, and said, “I don't want to discuss this again, Bitch. Tell me what you've learned tonight.”
    “ My name is 'Bitch', I am at your mercy, I will be punished.” His voice was hoarse from the screaming, and his throat was raw. He shook visibly, and looked pale as he spoke the words. .
    Allanah unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor, then pulled the soiled underwear down. Since he was chained in position, he couldn't really rid himself of them completely, as they became stuck on the irons and chains. His socks were cold and wet now, and the cool air of the dungeon caused his damp skin to prickle up with goosebumps.
    Allanah moved just out of his field of vision, and the sound of metal squeaking echoed through the dungeon. She walked up behind him and asked if he was ready to get cleaned up. He said, “Yes Ma'am, p-please.”
    She turned the nozzle and began spraying him with the icy water from the hose, the pressure of the water shot fire through the open wounds on his body and he screamed over and over until she finally stopped. He dangled from the hook in the ceiling, no longer able to support himself with his own feet, and watched the water seep into the drain in the floor. She turned off the hose, and moved to his shivering body. She roughly dried him with the towel, watching his body stiffen each time the coarse cloth touched a place the whip had marred on his skin. “If you promise to be a good boy, I'll have you taken down and allow you to sleep in the kennel I used to keep my dogs in. I stopped because they seemed so uncomfortable there, it just was not nice enough for them. Anyway, it's empty now, and you may use it. Can you behave Bitch?”
    He nodded, the strength completely sapped from his body. She spoke again, “Bitch, I will prepare you for the cell, be as still as possible please, or there will be more pain.” Then he felt something thick and hard against his neck. She was putting a dog collar on him!   It was one of the thick leather types with spikes on it. It scraped his wounds, making him wince.    He then felt something slip across his penis and jumped a bit as it became suddenly very tight. ”This will help you with your penis problem. Although it really isn't much of a problem at all, is it Bitch?” He swallowed hard, and didn't respond. He really was small by any standard, an inch now, probably no more than three when erect. She had to pull on it to make it long enough so the entire head was out of the leather of the little strap. She chuckled and fastened the little leather strap to him, sliding the second section under his scrotum, and making sure they were both fastened securely, she then placed a small, yet uncomfortable brass lock over it. She called for Pablo and Andrew. They released him from the irons and dragged him across the floor, his bare feet scraping along the cold surface of the floor.   Once they reached his tiny cell, Pablo spoke. “Be on your best behavior or there will be hell to pay, and that I promise you.”
    The fact that he had just been threatened by a slave chafed at the back of his mind, though he had neither the presence of mind to be offended, nor the strength to speak. Timothy simply nodded in compliance. When he looked through half open eyes at the damp floor in the kennel, knew he was in for a very uncomfortable night. The damnable room, if it could be called that,   was barely tall enough for him to sit up in, and his only option for sleep would be to curl up on the floor.   He swallowed hard as the stale odor of wet dog hit him, and he used the last of his will not to vomit from the stench. There was an old army issue blanket on the ground and a stainless steel bowl on the floor with dried bugs and dust in it. Please God, let it end soon. Pablo and Joshua dumped him without ceremony onto the floor, and locked the iron barred door behind them.   As he crawled to the blanket the pain jolted through his body, making each movement torture. The thick dog collar and the chastity device chafed at his skin, the padlock at the same time pinched and pulled at his member When his hand finally reached the scratchy fabric, mercy was with him and he finally passed out, clutching the olive green wool.
    Tim woke in the night disoriented, the collar too tight around his neck, sore, aching in every muscle and unable to stretch out. He had put his own slaves in similar situations for punishment but never realized the full implications of it. He cursed Allanah yet to his surprise felt his cock try to swell in arousal as he contemplated his situation. The contraption she had put on it kept it from swelling much and he moaned as it became painful. The pain actually made him try to swell more. What had that Bitch done to him? He scrabbled with his fingers to try to remove the device, but it was securely locked on.
    He tried rocking to relieve the pressure, but it only seemed to make him more aware of his prisoner status and that in turn made the pressure worse. God, he wanted to cum. He was very aware of being naked. He had never felt so naked and helpless before in his life. That Bitch could do anything to him. He felt another surge of pressure and he moaned in growing agony. He thought of what he would do to one of his girls if he had her like this. He would tie her hands and rape her ass, take her lower. Oh god. She wouldn’t dare! He tightened his ass reflexively and squirmed on the smelly blanket, rocking in helpless need as his body fought the restraint that Allanah had put on him. A tiny part of him knew the truth, the dreaded truth that he'd hidden from everyone, and over the past few years, even himself... that he'd wanted her to do it, to make him beg and force him.   He whined and rolled from side to side even more, his cock trying to grow harder as the thoughts exploded through the dam in his mind. Visions of Allanah in that red outfit swirled through his head, her softness, the scent of her perfume engraved in his memory, even after what she'd done to him. Images of Kayli in the catsuit, her sucking him, him tied helplessly to a table forced to service her while the little slave girl whipped his cock, calling him names.   When the images of Andrew and Pablo using his body began to flow, and his cock responded forcefully inside the harness, he started to cry, screaming out to the empty dungeon that he was NOT GAY over and over again. He was trying to convince himself, of course, but he could not stop the movie playing in his head. The images and screaming continued, his body begging for release, his mind spinning out of control. The final though he had was simply one of Allanah sitting on his face while Andrew pummeled his ass while his legs were restrained up in the air. At that point, even with half an erection, and the ridiculously tight contraption around his cock, and the fact that he had begun to hyperventilate, he came in a pitiful dribble. He passed out from a combination of the assorted pains and abnormal breathing, this time he was down for the night.
    Allanah watched the video screen. She watched his vital signs that were flashing across the adjacent monitor. There was a sensor in the collar that he was wearing that would let her know if he was in any physical danger. She almost felt sorry for him. She knew what he'd been hiding all this time, it was obvious to her. This would have to be a short term thing. She knew that he needed to be punished, but she would not torture anyone, especially a slave, without just cause.    And even if she was Mistress of the House, she was not judge and jury. She decided at that moment that he would be in this house no longer than two weeks, and if by that time she hadn't been able to get him to tell the story to the police, she would make another plan of action.
    He would, of course have to confess to the police about the murder, and after that, he would be their concern. More likely than not, once he did, he would never be released. However if he was, there would be someone from the committee waiting to take him in as a slave. He could never again be allowed to hurt anyone else. She went down to the dungeon to check on him, and seeing that his breathing had returned to normal, she left him there and went to her room to share the big soft bed with Kayli and Joshua.
    As Allanah left the room, Joshua, wrapped his arms around Kayli and drew her close, stroking her back and sides.
    "You are trembling, Kayli. It's okay, you are safe." He leaned over to kiss and nibble on her neck.
She leaned back her head, trying to relax, to enjoy, but the emotions of the night seemed to swirl in her. His touch made her feel so good, but it wasn't right. She didn't deserve this. It was all to grand for her. Joshua was some financial genius for Mistress and Pablo was a great cook and housekeeper,but what was she?
      She moaned as Joshua moved his mouth lower to her sensitive breasts, and with the low grade arousal of the day, she could not help but respond enthusiastically. Joshua chuckled appreciatively and lowered her to the large bed. He took his time, kissing and nibbling, finding which spots caused her to cry out in passion and which made her buck with need.
    But Kayli's mind was spiraling even as the pleasure built. The thought that she didn't deserve this grew louder and louder in her mind. She was just a fuck toy -- a passable fuck toy-- it made her numb and distant from the pleasure that Joshua was giving her. She felt lost and alone and scared.
    "Please," she gasped as he delved between her legs, finding sensitive spots on her inner thighs, "please be rougher, Joshua."
    He looked up at her with a concerned frown, "No, sweetheart, tonight is gentle. You heard Mistress."
    Kayli squirmed under him, almost imagining how it would feel for him to be rougher, and terrified of her own ache for it, "Don't you want to take me hard? I don't mind, really. Take me as hard as you want."
    Joshua stroked her cheek tenderly, "I can't and you know that. You don't need to be hurt to find pleasure anymore. Let me show you."
    For a wild moment, Kayli longed for the dungeon of Master Tim. She knew what to expect there. Here it was all so strange and different and gentle. With a sob of desperation, she struck out at Joshua, trying to make him strike back at her.
Skillfully, Joshua flipped her over and caught her hands behind her back. "Hurting me is not going to make me hurt you, Precious."   He pulled her up into a kneeling position and slid into her.
    Joshua knelt on the bed with Kayli bent over in front of him.   With one hand he had both of her wrists captured in the small of her back forcing her head down into the soft mattress. He was moving in and out of her slowly, teasing her into pleasure.
    "Please, Joshua, please," she begged, "Just a little."
    "No, Precious." he replied almost sadly, "Stop fighting me."
    "Please, I am begging you," She sobbed into the bed, struggling again,"just hurt me a little."
    Neither seemed aware that Allanah stood in the doorway. She watched as he lubricated a free finger and slid it into Kayli's puckered asshole. The girl arched madly, thrusting up against him for more. Joshua chuckled at her reaction and twisted his finger watching her frantic arousal.
    "Do you want more of this? Do you want my cock in there?"
    "Oh God yes!"
    "Will you stop fighting me?
    Kayli gave a strangled sob as her need for something in her ass overrode her need for pain, "Yes." She felt him release her hands and then press her ass cheeks apart. She gave a cry of relief as she felt his cock head press against her and then the wonderful feeling of him stretching her wide and filling her tightly, moving deep inside of her. She clawed at the bed in pleasure.   He pulled almost all the way out and then thrust back in in one smooth motion that made her cry out.
    She was so lost in the sensation, that she did not notice Allanah get on the bed until she felt her fingers in her hair, guiding her face down to her wet pussy. Kayli began to lick and suck with an eagerness that Allanah had not seen yet. Joshua groaned, his eyes half closed in pleasure as he fuckedthe girl. She was delightfully tight and her pleasure made this almost too good. Kayli pressed her face deep into the soft, musky valley of her Mistress trying to convey her desire and passion. She needed to cum, but even as the thought coalesced in her head, her body spasmed again and again.
    She kept licking and sucking, no other thought in her head other than pleasure and sensation and the wonderful, wonderful cock in her ass.
    She tasted the extra juices of Mistress and felt her come. Eagerly she licked and lapped at her, trying to get every bit, to please Mistress to another orgasm, even as her own body was ripped with another, stronger one.
    Joshua was moving faster and harder now, reaching deeper. It felt like he had gotten thicker and harder and Kayli was lost to even where she was. There was only the cock in her.   The wonderful cock that was her world. It thrust hard and deep and exploded, sending cum into her. She shook againin answering orgasm and darkness took her.
    Joshua looked down at the unconscious slave girl and then grinned at his Mistress, "Well, she is anal responsive," he said in understatement.
    Allanah, flush with her orgasm, smiled back at him as he pulled out, "She is, very much so, but completely untrained. She has no control with it." She admired Joshua lustily, "You look like you could go another round. Get cleaned up, and bring back the padded leather cuffs."
    While Joshua was away, Allanah arranged the unconscious grail into a more comfortable position. When he returned with the cuffs, she cuffed the girls hands above her head and fastened them to a secure ring on the headboard. She would, of course, have to be punished for cumming without permission,but that could wait until a bit later when she had gotten some relief for herself. She stroked Kayli's breast and watched the girl shudder in a small, soft orgasm.   She was hopeless right now.
    Allanah turned to Joshua, "Shall we see how many times you can make me cum before you beg for release yourself?"
    Joshua smiled, "My pleasure, Mistress."