J McKenna - Naughty girl

As DeeDee listened, a chill settled around her heart. She was well on her way to becoming a true slut, ready to be used and abused by men. Her life with Carl—or Stephen for that matter—would seem like a harmless parlor game compared to the life she was about to live. Her only hope was that she would be bought by a man with some kindness in him. It was a slim hope, but it was all she had.

He signaled for her to rise, then escorted her to the post in the center of the room. DeeDee knew what this meant. She didn’t know what she had done wrong. Why was he treating her this way? Hadn’t she already shown her obedience?

As he slipped her delicate hands into the manacles, he whispered, “Do not fret, my pet. You are too valuable to be permanently damaged. But you need to explore your limits before you can be called a true sex slave.”

He turned her to face the post, then stepped back and nodded at Crystal. She flipped a switch, causing the steel cable connected to the manacles to rise up toward a pulley at the top of the post. In seconds, DeeDee found herself on her tiptoes. The whine of the winch stopped then reversed, giving her a little more footing. Her naked breasts brushed the smooth surface of the post, polished, no doubt, by the oils and tears of countless slaves before her. She felt her nipples extend in fear, the gold rings seemed to burn in them.

She looked over her shoulder as Turk retrieved a flat strap from the wall. She shuddered to think he planned to use it on her. “Please, Master,” she begged. “I’ll be good.”

Turk ignored her. He positioned himself, then reared back and struck her. The strap slapped against her pale bottom, causing a flash of pain. She cried out. In seconds, the pain faded, leaving only a heat that spread throughout her back and loins. He struck her again and again, each time moving the target from her hips down to her thighs.

DeeDee was surprised at her reaction. With each blow, she cried out from the sudden pain, but as it faded, she felt an incredible heat that seemed to concentrate on her pussy. She couldn’t understand it.

Turk stopped after six blows and returned the strap to its position on the wall. He approached the sobbing woman and caressed her back and shoulders, careful not to touch her tender ass.

“There, my sweet. Sometimes, a slave needs a beating. Not for anything you did, but to show you your place in this world. I know that’s something your former master failed to do regularly.”

He turned for a moment and DeeDee heard the winch and felt her arms relaxing. When her hands were about chest-high, the winch stopped. Turk handed her an index card, which she couldn’t read at first because tears clouded her eyes.

“Relax, my dear. Wipe away your tears. When you can see, I want you to read this card aloud.” DeeDee saw Crystal approach with a small object. When she neared, DeeDee could tell it was a tape recorder. She blinked away her tears, then began reading the card.

“I am a slave. My body, my mouth, my cunt and my ass belong to my Master or Mistress. I exist only to give them pleasure. If I fail to instantly obey any command, I must be punished. If my master wishes to punish me for any reason or for no reason at all, it is my duty to bear it. Use me, Master. Use me, Mistress. I beg you.”

Though she was frightened, DeeDee read the words without a slip the first time. Turk congratulated her. He unlocked her wrists. “Service me,” he barked.

DeeDee dropped to her knees on the carpet and fumbled to unzip her master’s pants. She was careful not to snag the bulging penis within on the edge of the zipper as she freed it. Then she opened her mouth to accept the monster and tried to bring him pleasure. She had no other thoughts in her mind. Her sore ass and thighs reminded her to obey. It took her several minutes, but she finally brought him to a climax. She managed to swallow his seed, though it tasted bitter in her mouth.

Later, when they put her back in her cell, Crystal set up the tape recorder just outside and attached it to speakers. The tape played in a loop, so she could hear her own words over and over, mocking her, defining her: “I am a slave. My body, my mouth, my cunt and my ass belong to my Master or Mistress…”

Carl stood against the post, his hands manacled behind it, a leather strap holding his waist against the rough surface. His feet were chained to the base as well, keeping him helpless. He stared at Gloria, as if he could burn a hole in her. For the moment, he ignored Sven, standing just behind her.

She laughed lightly, as if amused by his anger. “Tut, tut, my slave,” she said, approaching him and tapping his cheek with the riding crop. “You must learn to cooperate with your master or mistress.”

She caught the narrowing of his eyes. “Oh, yes. You may be purchased by a master. We have quite a need in San Francisco for well-trained male slaves, if you know what I mean.” She giggled. “But I can see it in your eyes, ‘Oh, Mistresses, I don’t swing that way’,” she mocked him with a high-pitched voice. “You’d be surprised what my slaves can get used to. Heck, you might even enjoy it.”

Gloria turned to Sven. “Take Sven here. When he came to me, he preferred only women too. Didn’t you, dear?” The big blond man nodded. “But I’ve convinced him to enjoy both sexes. Here, I’ll show you. Sven.” She pointed at Carl’s flaccid cock, hanging vulnerably between his legs.

Sven stepped forward then dropped to his knees in front of the bound man. Carl reacted violently when he saw what the man was up to. He thrashed in his bonds, tried to kick his feet loose of their chains. All to no avail.

Sven opened his mouth and took Carl’s cock into it, licking it, stroking it gently. Carl tried to pull back or move sideways, but Sven wouldn’t let him dislodge himself from the man’s mouth.

“Dammit!” Carl exploded. “I’ll get you for this, you bitch!”

Gloria continued to smile, but it had become frozen. Carl hoped that was a sign that things weren’t working out as planned for her. Surely she had to know that this would be a big waste of time!

Even as Sven slurped at him, Carl tried to concentrate on escape. He had to save DeeDee. He figured he could make it very unpleasant for Gloria to train him, but that would take too much time—not to mention be very painful. He wasn’t sure if he would survive it.

He had to find an opportunity—and soon. But would she make a mistake? Or could he create an opportunity?

Carl continued to struggle, even as his cock began to respond to Sven’s tongue. After all, a mouth is a mouth, right? A weaker personality might just relax and let the feelings happen, pretend it’s a woman down there.

His cock swelled, then faded, then swelled again. Carl fought it all the way, as if his life depended on it. But it wasn’t his life he was defending, it was his freedom. He wondered how DeeDee could enjoy being someone’s slave. Had he been forcing her to his will, like Gloria was trying to do to him now? He felt shame for his treatment of DeeDee. She had seemed to like it, but he probably went too far in the mall when he put her on display. Still, she had responded enthusiastically in bed later. His mind was in turmoil.

Dammit! If he could just escape! His thoughts returned to his cock. He stopped struggling and let Sven’s talented mouth do its magic. Soon, his cock was fully erect and it believed he could come—as long as he didn’t look down. If he kept his eyes closed, he could pretend it was DeeDee sucking at him.

Sven licked and sucked until Carl felt himself on the verge of coming. Go ahead , his mind told him, allow yourself this simple pleasure . But just when he thought he might come, Gloria stepped up and put her hand on Sven’s shoulder. He stopped immediately and pulled back.