A Family In Slavery (9 page)

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Upstairs in Manuel’s room Meg was kneeling on the floor, her wrists bound behind her and tied to her ankles, as her mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. Juan held her head in his hands, telling her how to work her mouth around his cock. They had been like this for an hour and Meg was beginning to wonder what she had to do to make him come. She did everything he asked and still his cock was hard and not yielding his hot spunk.

Her thoughts, though focused on Juan and her task, could not help but worry about Katia. Being separated from her increased Meg’s anxiety and the fact that she assumed the girl was now suffering did not help her to relax. The bond that had formed between the two slaves was strong and would color her life as a slave here. Though she was compelled to obey Sam at this point, she was also devoted to Katia, hoping to be with her first mistress again. But as she worked her mouth over Juan’s cock she could feel her pussy rumbling with desire, convincing the still naïve girl that she craved cock too.

After what seemed like an eternity, her jaws were getting sore from working on Juan’s member. Suddenly he gripped her head tight and held his cock in her mouth. When it started to pulse and spurt his juices into her throat she nearly gagged, but managed to swallow his load. The taste was salty and tart, and she liked it, along with feeling satisfied that he had finally come.

After his cock had pumped its load, he said, “Not bad, but not good either slave. You need a lot of work.”

He pushed her backward, making her tumble to the floor, her arms trapped behind her back. She made no protest or comment, though she felt compelled to ask his forgiveness. He casually used his foot to roll her onto her belly, her breasts crushed against the floor. Then he placed a large dildo in front of her face and ordered her to practice on it. He sat and watched as she squirmed to it and took it into her mouth, trying to suck it while hogtied on the floor.

She spent the whole night sucking on something, dildos for a while, and then Juan’s cock again. All the while learning to take more and more into her mouth, suppressing her gag reflex as she learned to slide them into her throat. When he was finally done with her, she slept on the floor in her tight bondage, with her neck leached to one the legs of his bed.

The next day was more of the same, earning a vibrator-induced orgasm when she had successfully taken his whole cock down her throat. These lessons also had the desired effect of making her wish to feel a cock in her pussy. Her craving increased as she sucked and licked, hoping to find her way back to her master’s feet. When she got short breaks to regain her strength, all she could think about was Sam’s cock, wanting it first in her mouth and then in her cunt, aching to feel a hot cock inside her unused sex.

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After dog-slave got her romp in the yard, Juan took her back down to the dungeon and bound her on her fucking bench. He ravaged her throat, pussy and finally her ass, making Maria come like the bitch she was. This slave, he thought as he pumped into her tight rump, was well trained and nearly ready to assume her role in life. After filling her ass with his spunk, she felt her tail replaced and received a long spanking that did nothing but increase her arousal.

At ten that night, he leashed his trainee and made her crawl to Bertha’s room, not much more than a cell, but upstairs in the house. They found the German slave laying on her cot naked, her pussy puffy and red, leaking the spunk that Raul had filled it with before they arrived. Juan ordered his bitch onto the cot and pushed her face into Bertha’s dripping cunt. Maria could smell the musky odor of a man intermixed with Bertha’s own scent of arousal.

“You have her for the night Bertha, teach her well,” said Juan just before he left them alone.

Bertha, just recovering from the orgasm Raul drove from her with his mighty spear, laid back and told Maria to clean her pussy out. The young girl did her best to lap the slimy goo that seeped from Bertha’s cunt, showing the lesbian slave how inexperienced she was at cunt licking. As soon as her pussy was cleaned, she began to instruct her trainee on the subtleties of pleasing another woman.

They spent the night together on the cot, sometimes with Maria between Bertha’s thighs and other times with Bertha licking Maria’s twat. But the dog-slave especially liked it when she was introduced to her first sixty-nine, finding that both licking and being licked was extremely enjoyable to her. Near dawn both slaves collapsed in each other’s arms, after a long lesson and many orgasms.

For the next few days, Juan would train Maria during the day and she would learn the art of cunnilingus from Bertha at night. Of the three new slaves, Maria was now the deepest into her new role. The only thing she cared about was pleasing whoever controlled her, whether it was Juan or Bertha, whoever it was no longer mattered. But she did think about Sam too, wanting to please him with her newfound skills and working hard to earn that right.

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After her first night with Katia, Monica found that she too was easily intoxicated under the control of another woman, or slave for that matter. Katia reminded her of her girls and the thought that they might be reunited, but in some perverse fashion, which worried her. Her outburst when she mistook Katia for Meg told her she had not quite shed her old feelings. How would she react if Sam brought them together and they were forced to act like she did with Katia?

But those thoughts were often driven from her mind as Katia seduced her, much like she did Meg. Monica could not help but notice how happy Katia seemed, always telling her how lucky she was to be owned by such a powerful master. Monica could not deny the power Sam held, her whole life transformed into one debauched escapade after another. The youthful slave that now controlled her sexuality was having a permanent impact on the way she saw her new life, nearly ready to surrender to it completely.

But she only spent her nights with Katia, the young nymph attaching hobble chains to her wrists and ankles every morning before she delivered her to Bertha in the kitchen. The first day she was delivered to her for training she was shocked to learn that Bertha was a slave too, never seeing a hint of it when they first met, which seemed like a lifetime ago. But she soon found herself learning how to cook for her owner and maintain his kitchen, all while restricted by short chains connecting her limbs.

Every day she would spend hours with Bertha, who was not averse to cracking a cane across her rump when she failed to perform as ordered. Then after dinner was made and served to Sam and his men Katia collected her for another night of cunt training, as she called it. All through the week that followed she lived this routine, with the thought of Sam’s words rolling through her head. One of her daughter’s was to be punished and she was going to have to see it happen. No matter how hard she worked at her assigned tasks that thought kept her nervous and leery.

After a week into that phase of her training, when Katia collected her for the evening’s lessons, she was taken to a room in the dungeon with just a chair in the middle facing a curtain. As Katia tied her wrists behind the back of the chair and her ankles to the front legs, Monica knew that what was behind the curtain would likely be her most horrible nightmare. She braced herself for the worst, but when Katia knelt between her thighs and started to lick her sex she could not resist the enforced arousal the young slave demanded from her.

Just as she was getting ready to explode in yet another orgasm under the talented tongue of voracious slave kneeling between her legs, the curtains parted. On the other side of the one-way glass she saw Meg, naked and tied into a standing spread eagle just like Maria had been at the beginning of her captivity. She looked a little thinner, but overall looked healthy to Monica, but seeing her youngest naked and bound was hard to bear.

She tried to resist the nimble tongue working her erect clit, even as she stared at Meg’s bare breasts and shaven pussy. When she saw Sam enter the room carrying a heavy leather flogger, she bit her tongue, wanting to scream, STOP! She strained to resist the climax that was demanding release as she watched Sam walk around her baby, twirling the whip in the air.

Then she heard his voice from a speaker in the wall, “Manuel tells me you have learned to suck cock quite well slave.”

Those words shook Monica to her core, but when Meg replied, “Thank you master,” her heart broke. She realized that even Meg could not resist what was happening to them and appeared to have accepted her slavery.

Then, much to Monica’s horror, Sam asked Meg, “Are you ready to sacrifice your cherry to your master?”

Even as she was on the brink of orgasm, that question froze Monica, afraid to hear Megs’ response. And when her daughter replied, “Yesss master, I dream all the time of your cock taking my virginity and making me your sex slave.”

Monica was crushed by Meg’s words, always suspecting she was a virgin, but now knowing she was and would not be one soon enough. A tear trickled from her eye as she saw the look of devotion in Meg’s eyes, knowing the daughter she once knew had been twisted by this kinky existence. Katia, as if using that comment as a cue, began to use her teeth to nibble Monica’s clit, forcing an unwanted orgasm from the bound mother.

As she strained in unwanted passion, she heard Sam say, “Soon we will make your wish come true, but today you will be whipped because that slut who was your mother displeased me.”

Monica, though tears and the pulsing orgasm that raged through her sex blurred her vision, could see a look of anger and hatred painted on Meg’s face. She did not blame her for feeling that way, since she was the author of the pain she would soon endure. Sam used the whip to beat her bare breasts as Monica was forced to watch. The fact that Meg thanked him for each stroke made it no easier to endure, as she saw her child’s breasts turn an angry red under the harsh blows of the whip.

Finally, after two-dozen strokes, he tossed the whip aside and asked the beaten girl, “Do you have a message for your mama?”

Meg looked up at the mirror, as if she knew Monica was watching, and said, “I hope you will be there when I give our master my cherry, I want you to watch me take his cock like I watched you.”

The curtains closed and Monica sat there in shock, wondering what she had actually seen. Then it dawned on her, that first night! Her shock was profound, but it emphasized how their lives had completely changed and how none of them stood a chance of resisting what was happening. Maybe it would have been easier if they were just beaten and tortured, but as her pussy slowly recovered from the latest orgasm she knew they were all trapped.

Chapter 13: Family Reunions

After that event, Katia saw a change in Monica. It was as if witnessing Meg’s submission and punishment had stripped her of the last remnants of her will. She was far more compliant now, as if she was resigned to her fate, but not reveling in it as she had before she watched Meg and Sam together. She reported that to her master, wondering what was wrong with her, but he assured Katia that it would take time for Monica to resolve what she now knew to be true. Her family was gone and they were all just slaves for their master.

It had been nearly a month since their training began and Sam was now arranging the event that would reunite the new slaves. A small party was planned with Mistress Ellen as the main guest, coming both to collect her slave and witness Meg’s final descent into slavery. But before the grand event, Sam arranged a different reunion, a sisterly one.

Meg had completed her training with Manuel and had been serving Sam for a couple of days, practicing her newfound oral skills several times each day. Sam also continued her daily bondage and punishment sessions, with Meg becoming more addicted to his abuses each day. Coupled with her constant yearning to feel his cock in her pussy, she had become his devoted slave, hoping to earn his cock soon.

She slept in a small cage in his room, now allowed to get a full night’s rest, her training nearly complete. Everyday she followed his lead, happy to be in his service, but constantly hoping to see Katia again. For two weeks she had not seen her initial trainer and she missed her sweet smile and tasty pussy. But cocksucking and the promise of real sex dominated her life now, eager to lose the barrier that protected her inner sex. Now it was just an obstacle to overcome, no longer a prize to defend.

One morning Sam took her down to the dungeon, with Meg expecting another erotic bondage and punishment session. She was wearing white stockings, heels, and nothing else, except for the silver cuffs that kept her wrists nearly constantly locked behind her back. Around her throat she wore a white leather collar with a disc stamped ‘virgin cunt.’ Her loins were encased in a matching white leather chastity belt, with a small opening allowing access to her clitoris, while protecting her cherry.

They came to a door and Sam stopped and asked, “Have you wondered about your sister slave?”

“Yes master, I think about them,” she ventured, knowing he meant Maria, but wanting him to understand how she felt about Katia.

Pausing for a moment Sam considered her answer and replied, “You miss Katia too?”

“Yes master,” came her curt reply.

“You are an adorable little nymph, and you will enjoy our little Katia’s attentions again. But for now, it is time you saw your sister again. I want you to see and understand how we have changed her. You will not speak to her at all, just observe and obey what I tell you once inside. Is that clear slave?”

“Yes master,” she replied, now curious about what he meant.

He opened the door and guided her into the room, her eyes finding Maria kneeling on the floor. Juan was fucking her as she sucked on Manuel’s cock. The sight mesmerized Meg and started the rumbled of desire in her own pussy. She wanted to take Maria’s place, having spent two weeks waiting to experience what her sister was now doing. A pang of envy took hold of her, seeing her sister rutting with wild abandon in front of her.

She saw her strange footwear and leather paws, wondering why she was wearing them. And her harness, leather straps encasing her torso and the rings making her tits bulge, also fed into Meg’s hunger for everything kinky. The fact that this was her sister did not faze Meg at all, apart from making her even hornier than usual. Any taboos that may have existed between them had been thoroughly expunged from the constant sexual debauchery she had come to crave.

Maria was too busy enjoying her reward for a morning of rigorous training to notice her little sister as she now knelt beside Sam watching her perform. Finally after both men came and Maria was enjoying her own orgasm, Manuel took his cock from her mouth and turned her head so she could see the two who were watching her. She saw her master and Meg! In her diminished mind she felt elation, wagging her tail to show how happy she was.

Sam then said, “We have turned Maria into our bitch slave, isn’t that right girl?” looking into Maria’s eyes as he spoke.

“Arf!” she barked.

“That means yes Meg, if she barks twice it is no, and other than that, Maria the bitch has nothing to say,” said Sam, as he stroked Meg’s head.

After the initial shock Meg was actually amused, having considered her sister a bitch on many occasions prior to coming here. In her perverted mind she thought that Maria was actually perfect for this role and was beginning to understand why her sister was decorated the way she was.

Sam interjected with a command, “Bitch come here and lick your sister’s clit, now!”

Maria scampered over to the kneeling Meg and sniffed her crotch, a bit confused as to what to do with the chastity belt in the way. But she soon found the opening in it and began lapping at Meg’s clit, making the young slave moan with excitement. Sam began kneading Meg’s tits as Maria licked through the tiny opening, slowly elevating Meg to another climax.

But before she reached it, he ordered her onto her back and had Maria assume a sixty-nine with her, watching as the sisters licked each other to mind numbing pleasure. He was more than pleased with how they performed on each other, not a hint of hesitation evident in either slave. Now he knew they were ready for the grand finale of their training, a meeting with their mother.

Once both slaves had experienced enough pleasure to leave them panting and flushed, Sam took Meg away, leaving Maria with Juan and Manuel. That night, as she slept in her cage, Meg was consumed by dreams about her sister and how much she enjoyed tasting her sex, the same way she felt about Katia. Maria had similar dreams, the experience with her sister leaving an indelible mark on her perverted psyche.