by Princess and Her treasure



  Chapter Eight  

        Tim woke again  aching, sore and thirsty.  His bladder ached painfully and he wasn't  sure how long he could hold it.  The harness around his penis  still seemed terribly tight and he realized that he was trying  to have another erection.  He could see the dried cum on  his thighs from the night and realized what had happened.  Oh God, this couldn't be happening to  him.
    "Please, someone,  please!" he called out, "This isn't funny, anymore.  please let  me out." kneeling at the door of the cage.  His skin screamed with each movement, the healing cuts and his throbbing head reminding him of his folly.
    He groaned as the  effort to hold it back failed and his urine leaked out in a  puddle between  his knees.  He looked down horrified.  He remembered looking down on girls  he had locked in overnight that had  wet their cages and how he had humiliated  them for it, beat  them.  That damned cunt was going to come down and see this, or  worse,  one of those cocky slaves.  He could image Pablo looking at  him,  seeing his cock straining at the harness like he was one  of those mindless  sluts fixated on being fucked.  Maybe if he  could cum again, he could  deflate his cock.  Frantically,  he began trying to rub it, to ease the  building pressure.   He tried to fill his mind with pictures of what he would  do  to that whore when he got out of here, but all he could see was Pablo finding him and  punishing  him.   He gave up on trying to get the thought to go away an played out the scene in his mind. He was close...so close...
    "Just what do you  think you are doing,  Bitch?"
    He froze, his expression the epitome of abject terror.  The calm of her voice sent chills down his spine.  He remembered that tone from last night, as she was beating him, and flinched involuntarily.  He panicked momentarily, his mind fluttering from answer to answer, then he decided that lying would be ridiculous a this point, and answered honestly, “Trying to relieve the pain in my cock.”   and then, afraid of the consequences that might befall him, through gritted teeth he growled, “Ma'am”
    “I see you learn your lessons well.  That's a good little Bitch.”  She reached in to the cell, patronizingly gently and stroked his cheek with her open palm.  He continued to kneel stiffly, at first, but the scent of her perfume wafted up from her wrist and began to weave its way into his consciousness.  He found himself leaning into her hand!  Against his will he craved the soft sensual touch of her hand, the scent of her, what was happening to him?  He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, forcing him to wince with pain as his body protested.  She looked down at him and sighed. 
    “You are new at this and were not told specifically not to touch your cock, so you will not be punished this time.  But from this point on, you are allowed release only on my whim, regardless of the situation.  Do you understand?” as she continued to let her fingers play over his cheek and in his hair.
    “Yes ma'am”   In his mind, his humiliation seemed somewhat less each time he said the words.
    “I am feeling kind today, Bitch, I think I may allow you release in a bit, but first, we should have a little talk about some things.”  She withdrew her hand from him and
pulled a bench over to the door of the kennel, sitting on it, then crossing her legs.  He made an almost whining sound as her hand left him, and opened his eyes.  She continued, “You have done so many things that you should be punished for, Timothy, I cannot even begin to count or know them all.   I know you have done some things that while terrible, are not illegal.  However, you have done something illegal, and we both know what I'm talking about, don't we?”
    He went pale and remained silent.
    “Consequently, this particular thing will determine your fate.  You will have a choice to make.  Your options will be decided by me, but rest assured, one will be a full confession to the police.  The second option, will more than likely be a fate worse than prison.  Either way, you will no longer be permitted to own slaves, nor property, nor even your own body.  I've taken the liberty of writing this letter to the committee for you, explaining that you have decided to be my slave, are turning over your entire estate, including slaves and assets to me, and have come here for training.  Of course, I'll attach a copy of your contact  to it.  You'll just need to sign below your typed name.”
    He looked up at her with a look of incredulity as his anger rose, “You don’t honestly think that I am going to sign your shit contract, do you?  You have no proof that I’ve done anything illegal.  I’ve played your game.  You beat me up and humiliated me.  Now let me out of here!”
    Allanah looked at him with a touch of sadness.  It would have been much easier on both of them if he had just cooperated.  “Tell me Timothy, what would you do if one of your slaves spoke to you like this?”
    Tim shook the secured door of the kennel in fury, “Someday it’s going to be you, you fucking bitch and every time you curse at me, I’ll remember it and beat you and fuck you until you beg for mercy.”
    The door to the dungeon opened and Pablo came in carrying a tray.  He held it easily on one hand as he pulled a small table over to Allanah and set the tray down.  It held a pot of coffee, some mugs, the cream and sugar and a plate of warm, fragrant cinnamon buns.
    “Thank you, Pablo.  Please, stay.  I will need your assistance,” Allanah spoke to him as an equal, ignoring the muttered expletives of Tim.  “How is Kayli?”
    Pablo smiled, “She is in the office working on your correspondence, Mistress.  Joshua understands his orders.”
    “Excellent.  She will be in good hands,” She poured a cup of coffee and took her time adding the cream and sugar and then, sipping it daintily, looked at Tim again.
    He had stopped raging and was sitting still.  Anger, hated and desire were all written across his face.  She noticed that his little cock was straining at the harness again.  It had deflated some while he had been raging at her.
    “It looks like the Bitch soiled his kennel,” Pablo observed.
    “He did.  Bitch, when you were a Master, what punishment did you give your slaves that soiled their cages?” Allanah asked sweetly.
    The look of anger and hated began to slide off Tim’s face to be replaced with nervousness.  He glanced at Allanah and then at Pablo.  Pablo’s hungry look scared him enough to be truthful, “It varied on my mood, but usually they were canned and another night in the cage was added onto their time.”
    Allanah smiled at him and tore off a piece of one of the cinnamon buns and held it out to him through the cage bars, “Good boy.”
    Somehow he knew better than to take it with his hands.  He carefully took it from her fingers, realizing that it might be all he got this morning.  His stomach twisted as he remembered feeding Kayli tidbits of food, knowing how hungry she was and reveling in her helpless devotion to him.  He moaned as Allanah touched him softly on the cheek while he chewed the bite.  Her gentleness disarmed him and screwed with his mind.  He had to resist her.  Allanah fed him another bite, still caressing his cheek.  He closed his eyes, trying to resist the need to rub against her hand.
    “Pablo, get my little Bitch a bucket of hot water to clean his kennel,” Allanah asked as she fed Tim another bite.
    Tim relaxed a bit.  She was not going to punish him, just make him clean the cell.  It was just proof that she wasn’t a real Mistress after all.  He got a few more bites of roll before Pablo returned with a bucket of steaming water that smelled strongly of bleach.  His cage was unlocked and the bucket and some rags were pushed in.
    “Clean it up, my little Bitch,” Allanah said in her gentle but firm voice.
    With a disdainful look at her weakness, Tim took the rags and cleaned up the mess he had made.  He did the least amount of work possible, not liking the feel of the bleach water on his hands.  He pushed the bucket away to show that he was done.
    Allanah sipped her coffee, “I said to clean, Bitch, not wipe it up.”
    He gave a disgusted sigh and took the rags and scrubbed at the spot, putting some work into it.  When he got this cunt under his control, he was going to make her so sorry.  He kept scrubbing until she said that it would do.
    “You may come out now, Bitch, but stay on all fours like you belong.”
    Almost growling from the pain of his muscles and from the anger that was raging inside him, Tim slowly crawled out of the kennel.  Pablo efficiently snapped a leash on the collar and began to pull him across the room.  He had no choice but to follow.  For a second it felt so good, so right.  My God! What were they doing to him?  He was a Master.  He had to hold onto that thought.
    With an ease that frightened him, Pablo pulled him up over a leather upholstered horse and stretched his arms out to each side, fastening them in leather cuffs.  Tim’s breath came faster as his feet were cuffed into place leaving him bent over at the waist, and feeling  vulnerable.  He began to struggle.  He heard Pablo chuckle, low and deep and felt his strong hand run over his smooth ass.
    “What are you going to do to me?” he yelled.
    Allanah walked over with slow, measured steps and ran her fingernails over his skin with a coldness that startled even her, “Only what you have done to others, Bitch.  No more, no less.”
    Tim grew very still as the realization hit him.  She was going to cane him. “You can’t do this to me, you Bitch!  I will have you destroyed!  I will have you in chains!  I will—“ His scream broke off the next words.  He had no idea how much the cane hurt.  By the time Allanah was done, he was begging for her to stop, pleading with her for mercy.
    He was sobbing when she walked around to his front and held the cane out to him, “Kiss it and thank me.”  He obeyed without even thinking.
    She lifted his chin so he could look into her eyes, “Now you will be punished for not calling me Ma’am, for calling me names and being very rude.”
    “Oh, God! Please, No! Not any more!” Tim began struggling again.  His cries of pain and misery were pitiful as applied the cane to his backside again.  When she presented the cane to him again, she did not even need to prompt him.  He kissed it and weakly thanked her.
    Stroking his tear stained cheek, she offered him the remains of her now cold coffee.  Gratefully, he drank it and meekly thanked her.
    “That’s a good Bitch,” she soothed, still stroking his face gently, “You please me when you are good.  Pleasing me brings rewards.”
    Tim moaned.  Anything as long as it was not more punishment.  He winced and cried out as he felt something cool touch his burning, sore ass. 
    “Shh, Bitch.  Not a word or no reward,” Allanah made him look up at her.
    The smile she gave him twisted inside of him.  Aching and sore, he suddenly wanted to do anything he could to see her smile at him like that.  He bit his lip to hold in the cries of pain as Pablo smeared a cool cream over his bruised buttocks.   It actually felt good.  What felt better was the soft touch of her hand. God, she couldn’t be doing this to him. He didn’t want to be a slave.  He despised slaves.
    Allanah leaned over so her lips brushed against his ear and he felt her breath on his skin, “You wanted to cum, Bitch?  I am going to let you cum.  As much as you want today with no penalties.”  She reached down and unlocked the device around his cock and balls.
    Tim groaned with relief.  Part of his mind laughed at her.  She had no idea how to train a slave if she was going to let him get off as much as he wanted on the first day.  The other part of his mind, bending to her will, told him not to judge so fast.
    “Of course,” she said sweetly as she stood up, “You won’t be allowed to use your hands.  You need to learn to cum like the Bitch you are.”
    Tim jerked in panic as he felt the cool cream being smeared around his asshole.  He felt a strong finger push inside of him, lubricating him.  He looked up at Allanah in panic, “No! Please No! I’m not gay! Don’t do this to me! God, I am begging you!  Look, we can work out some sort of deal – Please No!!”
    “Tell me you are not aroused by the thought, Bitch,” Allanah said simply and walked back across the room to get a fresh cup of coffee.
    That silenced Tim.  He could not deny his rock hard cock as Pablo took his time playing with his asshole.  He wasn’t gay! He told himself in denial.  He whimpered in panic as he felt the firm head of Pablo’s cock press against his hole, demanding entrance.  His fingers clawed at the leather of the horse as Pablo slowly pressed in, stretching him as gently as he could with his thickness.  Tim was moaning and panting.  It hurt, but oh damn, it felt so good.  It couldn’t feel good.  He wasn’t gay.  He wasn’t a slave.  He—he—
    Pablo leisurely began to pull out, holding back a deep moan of pleasure from himself.  It had been a long time since he got to introduce anal sex to a new slave.  He prided himself on making it pleasurable.  There would be time to ravage the bastard later. He slowly began to push back in, deep and then pull almost all the way out.  He kept up the slow, deliberate pace until he heard Tim moaning in pleasure.  He looked over to his Mistress and saw her nod and smile at him in approval.
    Tim gasped as the hard, thick cock pushed deep into him again.  It couldn’t feel so good.  It couldn’t. But it did. And worse, he wanted more. Harder.  Oh God, it was better than anything he had ever imagined.
    Pablo began to thrust a bit faster, twisting his hips, searching out the spots that would send the quivering slut under him to further pleasure.  He gave an almost feral smile of pleasure as on one thrust he found a spot that made Tim jerk in the bonds and cry out.  Yes, right there.  He began to thrust harder and faster making Tim dance from spasms of pleasure.
    Allanah walked back over to Tim’s face and lifted his chin.  She could see the battle of denial and pleasure in his eyes.  She smiled at him, “Remember to beg me before you cum, or you will be punished.”
    His eyes filled with tears. Five minutes later he was gasping, “Please, Ma’am, please, oh god please I need to cum.”
    “You may cum, Bitch,” she said coolly, sipping at her coffee. 
    With a sob of relief and shame, Tim felt himself shoot his load onto the floor.  He shook with the intensity of it.  He had never orgasmed that strongly before.  He lay weakly against the horse waiting for Pablo to stop, but he didn’t.  He just kept thrusting in and out and in and out.
    “No more, please!” he begged piteously.
    Allanah caressed his cheek again, “But your reward is to cum.  And Pablo is not done with you.  Besides, my little Bitch, what you want no longer matters.  Pablo is going to use you as long as he wants.  Then Andrew will come in from the garden and have you.  He is quite eager to use you.  Joshua may come down and have you too.  You be a good little fuck toy and maybe I’ll give you dinner tonight.”
    Tim’s mind spun even as Pablo continued to thrust into him with no indication of stopping.  This couldn’t be….  No… But even as he denied it, he felt his cock begin to stir at the thought of being used and used without his consent.  He heard Allanah’s footsteps leaving the dungeon and the door shutting behind her.
    Pablo thrust in deep and leaned over, “You’re mine now Bitch.”
    Tim gasped as his cock throbbed back into hardness.
       

         “Hi, Kayli,” Andrew’s warm voice startled her.  He looked extremely handsome in his tight jeans and work shirt.
    She smiled shyly at him wondering what he was doing here, “Hello.” Joshua was on the phone and just waved at him and went back to speaking legalese to someone.
        “The lawnmower is going to need to be replaced.  I have done what I can for it, and it is just beyond repair.”
        Kayli looked at him in confusion.  Why was he telling this to her. “I’m sorry about that.”
        “Could I get some funds from gardening account to get a new one?  I was hoping to have the lawns done today.” He took a step closer and she could smell the lingering scent of his aftershave.  It made her want to reach out and touch him.  God, she was turning into such a slut.
        “How do you usually do that?”
        Joshua covered the mouthpiece of the phone, “You can cut him a blank check and he will bring back the receipts. You’re all signed up on the account.”
        Kayli blinked, “Mistress trusts us with money?”
        Andrew smiled, “Of course she does.  You are her assistant.  You will be handling a lot of it.”
        It took some time, but with Joshua’s help, Kayli found the books and made Andrew the check.  She was amazed at how different things here were.  Didn't Mistress fear that one of them would take off with her money?  Her mind spun as she tried to wrap it around the fact that she was trusted so deeply.
        Allanah watched the video screen amusedly.  Timothy's pitiful attempt at begging to be fucked causing her to chuckle.  Pablo was so good at that particular area of training.  My my what a slutty little boy “Master” Timmy had turned out to be.  For the second time today, her reaction to him shocked her.  She was very conflicted at the moment.  She knew he deserved this.  But was it her job to impose a sentence on him, even if it was of his own doing?  He DID lose the bet.  But it wasn't really justification for the way she was taking pleasure in his punishment.  She knew that her feelings were  amplified because of her love for Kayli.  She wanted to make him pay, to humiliate and make him suffer as he so richly deserved.  He wasn't worth the-- there she went again.  Even though she was loathe to admit it, she knew she could not continue this way for long without going over the line.  Her method for teaching slaves had always been gentle and loving.  This way was not her way.   Though it was an accepted standard to “break” slaves then rebuild them in your own way, she had always shunned that particular style.  She thought for  a while and made a phone call.
    “James? I need your help.  Yes... he's in the dungeon with Pablo right now.”
     She talked to her closest friend for so long about the situation at hand, that when she looked at the clock, she nearly dropped the phone.  She chuckled and whispered to James that she'd have to go and rescue Kayli from Joshua, The Pleasure Monster before she was all used up.
    “Go rescue the girl, and I'll be there as soon as I can, Princess.”
    “Thank you, Sir.” came her soft response.
    James shook his head and smiled, hanging up the phone and walking to his study.  Thinking to himself that that girl was going to be the death of him yet.  What a lovely way to die...