A Family In Slavery (3 page)

Chapter 4: Monica Submits

“This was an old Spanish fort, built over three centuries ago. I built my villa on top of it, but it comes in handy for times such as these,” he said, as if he were a tour guide.

If not for the gag Monica would have made a flip statement about his nonchalant description of her family’s prison. She was sure the girls were here somewhere and all she could think about was seeing them again. She would abase herself in anyway he wanted, if it could lessen their suffering and maybe give her the chance to see them again. At least that was what she kept telling herself, even though her body still quaked with fear at the prospect of sexually submitting to Sam.

They came to a heavy metal door that Sam opened, revealing a staircase climbing up into bright white light. As she climbed the stairs she saw they were back inside his villa, but her mind remained below, worrying about her girls. He led Monica up another set of stairs and to his bedroom. Once inside he guided her into his bathroom, unbound and ungagged her, and ordered her to shower, then join him in his room.

Left alone she looked at herself in the mirror, her disheveled hair and streaked makeup made her look alien to herself. She started crying, but then he entered again and said, “In the shower bitch, no time to feel sorry for yourself now. If you are not done in ten minutes, then you get to watch Megan feel the lash.”

He left after barking at her and she quickly stripped and took her shower, working fast to meet his deadline. Her mind was numb knowing she would soon be required to offer up her body for his pleasure. But she kept reminding herself that she was doing this for her daughters’ sakes, even though she wondered if he would honor his promise. But she had no choice; resistance would definitely cause Meg the same painful humiliation Maria just underwent.

After she stepped from the shower and toweled herself off she took a brush by the sink and combed out her long blonde hair, not having enough time to dry it. She meekly exited the bath to see Sam sitting in a large leather wingback chair. She walked over to face him, with both hands covering her blonde bush and her arms trying to conceal her large breasts.

Pointing to a pile of clothes on the bed, Sam said, “Get dressed.”

She saw the small pile of black lacy garments, found the panties and slipped them up her long legs. Then she found the bra, nearly translucent and a size too small, and she put it on, having to squeeze her tits into its tight confines. Finally she picked up the dress, also quite sheer, with floral patterns printed on the thin fabric. She slid it over her head and once adjusted, she looked extremely sexy, even with damp hair and no makeup.

“Dance for me slave,” he said.

She was shocked by his command and tried to obey, looking stiff and uncomfortable as she did. He threatened to beat Megan if she did not improve her performance and though scared and unsure, Monica soon improved her movements, starting to look sexy as she writhed and twisted in front of him.

“Now you will slowly strip, enticing me as you do it,” he ordered.

Wondering why he just did not take her and confused by this turn of events, Monica slowly peeled the dress off her toned body. She slid the shoulder straps down her arms and slowly pulled the bodice down, until it pooled at her ankles, where she stepped out of it before kicking it aside. Next she started to paw at her breasts, squeezing and caressing them through the thin bra. Though what she was doing revolted her, she could not deny the strange sexual sensations that started to build inside her. Too many years without sex had left her vulnerable, and strutting her near naked body in front of Sam had awakened a sleeping need inside her.

As she danced, Sam said, “Admit it Monica, you need me, you need a man to take you and use you. You have denied your needs too long, it is time to surrender to your feelings.”

“No,” she whispered, though her sex was now slick with the juices of arousal.

“Yes you do Monica and you know it, now show me your tits,” he said, a wicked smile etched on his face.

She unclasped the bra and let it fall, taking her orbs in her hands and squeezing them. What was he doing? Her mind was in turmoil, yes her body craved intimate attention, but under these circumstances her sensibilities could not accept it.

“You can feel the heat building inside you woman, don’t deny it, you want my cock inside you, now say it,” he demanded.

“Yesss,” she purred, partly obeying his command, but also prompted by the itch inside her womb. Yes you bastard, she thought, I want to feel a cock in my pussy, but why does it have to be like this?

“Now the panties, show me what you have to offer,” he said.

She slid the tiny panties down her legs and turned around. Then, much to her own dismay, she bent over and spread her legs to give him a clear view of her sex, now dripping with her juices.

“On your knees and crawl between my legs,” he said, and without even a slight hesitation her body obeyed.

Once between his strong thighs, he said, “Take it out and suck it Monica.”

She fumbled with his fly and managed to pull it down, finding his cock behind it with no underwear to impede her. She pulled the semi-erect member from his pants and felt it throb in her hands. This started as a coercive ordeal, but now Monica had surrendered to her desires and took the cock between her lips. It felt so good in her mouth as she sucked it and it swelled and hardened inside her moist mouth. Any thoughts about her daughters, or why she was doing this, were gone, for now she was just living in this moment.

Sam was impressed with her behavior, not just because it showed her need for sex, but also because the cameras recording this would help to twist her daughters perceptions. Divide and conquer, he thought, knowing that perverting Monica’s daughters’ view of their own mother would help to dissolve any taboos that could hinder his ultimate plan for this trio. He needed a good long show of her willingness to convince her offspring that their mother was his willing slave.

Once his cock was hard as a rock, he said, “Undress me,” as he stood up, his erect organ sliding from Monica’s eager mouth. She undid his belt and pants, lowering them to the floor and removing them as he stepped out of them. Then she stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest lightly covered with hair.

Once he was naked and the two stood facing each other, he took her head in his hands and planted a deep and sensual kiss on her lips, his tongue snaking into her mouth. The aroused woman could not resist and reciprocated, deeply kissing the man who had imprisoned her. His hands reached down and cupped her buttocks, pulling her close to him. She responded by grinding her hips against his, feeling his hard wet cock rubbing against her belly.

He broke away from the kiss and said, “Tell me what you want Monica.”

Her need for sex was now the only thing on her mind and surprising herself, she said, “Fuck me Sam.”

“Please fuck me master,” he replied.

“Please fuck me master,” she repeated, feeling reviled and stimulated all at once.

“Kneel on the chair,” he ordered, as he spun her around to face the seat.

She knelt facing the back of the chair as she felt his hot body against hers. He slid his cock to the entrance of her pussy and nudged the head into the slick folds, causing her to moan with clear desire.

“Now beg for it slave,” he said, his hands wrapped around her body and kneading her tits.

“PLEASE FUCK ME MASTER!” she yelled, aching to feel his cock deep inside her steaming sex.

Sam obliged by driving his cock all the way in, his hips mated against her tight butt cheeks. She cried in delight, remembering how wonderful a cock felt inside her pussy. He fucked her hard and fast, pounding their flesh together and making Monica squeal in carnal delight. The feeling inside her was like a white-hot poker, skewering her libido and forcing her to submit to her own denied desires.

After he had pumped her for quite a while, taking her to the brink of an orgasm, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the bed. On her back now, he pulled her legs wide apart and entered her again, now facing her as he fucked her with wild abandon. Her eyes were glazed as he stared down at the impaled woman, nearly ready to pop he thought.

Looking down at the delirious woman, he said, “Come for me slave, let go!”

She could feel the orgasm building and screamed, “YESSS! I’m coming, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Her head thrashed as Sam felt her pussy convulsing in unbridled release, trying to milk his cock of its precious juices. But he was prepared, having fucked Katia several times before they awakened Monica. He also took one of those blue pills, just so he could fuck Monica senseless. And that is what he did, tossing her about like a rag doll and fucking her in positions she never even imagined.

For over an hour he ravaged the willing MILF, until she was nearly incoherent from the multiple orgasms that wracked her body. The finale came with him pumping his cock and it’s come all over her face, leaving her coated in his milky white discharge. She was a sweaty mass of overused womanhood, sprawled across his bed and barely conscious.

While she was still in a swoon of sexual satisfaction, he cuffed her wrists and ankles, securing them to the four corners of the bed. Nice time was over; the video he had made would be sufficient. Now she would start her training properly, learning to live in bondage and distress. He left her there for now, eager to see how his other trainees were faring.

Chapter 5: Maria Gets a Double Dose

Though her anger with her mother was inflamed after watching her fuck and suck Sam, the vibrator against her cunt had softened Maria. As she was forced to watch her mother eagerly submit to Sam’s carnal needs, the damn bulge against her crotch also forced quite a few orgasms from the bound girl. She was sweating and shaking in her bonds long after the screen went dark and the vibrator stopped buzzing.

She was left alone in the dark and forced to live within her mind, as she had no control of the world around her. She felt weak, scared, and in complete shock from the powerful sexual torment she just endured. Her anger and shock over her mother’s behavior was eventually overrun as orgasm after orgasm had rocked her body. She hated herself for letting what she watched arouse her even more, mainly because what she witnessed is what she started to want. Even now her sore pussy had an empty ache to it, as if it was craving a big hard dick like Sam’s.

She worried about what was happening to her, shocked once she realized the seat she was on was soaked with her juices. It was starting to dry and fused her flesh to the wooden seat, like perverted glue. Her arms ached from being bound between her body and the chair and she felt so drained that it was hard to keep her head erect. She slipped between consciousness and incoherence as she tried to understand why she was feeling like this.

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Sam entered his study to find Katia kneeling naked behind his desk, in her correct place. He walked by the displayed slave, her eyes cast downward, as if she was not there and took his seat. He depressed three buttons on a console, summoning his other servants. He leaned back in his chair to wait, while gazing at Katia’s cute little rump.

“Tell me slave, how is your pupil?” he asked her.

“She is in her new home, waiting for me to bring her food,” replied Katia, remaining still and not looking up at her Master.

He picked up a crop lying on his desk and cracked it across that devilish little rump of hers. She remained still and quiet as he watched the angry red welt blossom across her cheeks. Smiling now, he said, “You masochistic little cunt, you did that on purpose. Don’t worry, I will still beat you to your heart’s content, now give me a full report!” His tone was jovial to start, but stern at the finish.

“She is, as you suspected, a virgin master and I sealed her loins to protect her cherry for you. She is also easily aroused and I gave her a sampling of a slave’s passion, she took to it well,” Katia replied, her tone completely sober and to the point.

“Do you feel you can seduce her?” he asked.

“Yes master, I can properly prepare her to serve you.”

“Good, you may go and start her on the cocktail. Report to my room after your next session with her,” he said, enjoying the sight of her lithe body crawling across the room toward the door.

Shortly after she left the door opened and Raul, Juan, and his brother Manuel came into the room. They took seats across the desk from Sam, all of them smiling quite broadly. Sam got up, walked around the desk and leaned back against the front edge.

“Looks like we are off to a good start gentlemen, now let’s discuss the next steps,” said Sam and the men reviewed the next stages of the process they had started. Sam thought of it as a symphony of submission, a choreographed group of three separate, yet intertwined training regimens. All pointed toward a culmination that would bring them back together in a way they could not imagine.

The meeting lasted less than an hour, as the regimen of the next few days were laid out and finalized. Sam then sent his men on their way; they had slaves to train. He sat back and watched a replay of his romp with Monica, thinking that for a mother of two she was a hot and sexual woman. Soon, he thought, she would discover the darker side of her life; Raul had that effect on women.

After he finished watching the video of Monica rutting like the bitch she was, he brought up some video of Maria, poor Maria. What he planned for her was the most demeaning form of slavery. Juan and his de-hooded brother Manuel were about to start her conversion from woman to bitch, a human dog. She was about to be reduced to a mere pet, a kinky toy for Sam’s amusement.

But tonight Sam reserved for Katia, proud that she had shown no signs of jealousy from other slaves encroaching on her territory. In fact, he saw how enthused she was to be a part of this escapade and this night he would reward her. The beating she craved would not only satisfy her slavish desires, but would leave the marks Megan needed to see to understand the gravity of her captivity. He looked at his watch and knowing he still had an hour before Katia would come, he went to his room and took a long hot bath to relax.