Unknown - Gwen gets beaten

"Uhm, well… uh… here."

He pushed a check into my hands. It was for a hundred grand.

"What's this for?"

"Uhm… as I said…"

"I told you I wasn't going to sell Gwen to you."

"I uh, realize that, Michael, but unfortunately… I uh, got a little carried away one night. I'm afraid she's dead."

I stared at him in shock.

"What?" I growled.

"I didn't mean it, but… well, I was using the bull whip and… I just couldn't stop. You know how these things are," he said, grinning apologetically.

My hands shot out and fastened around his throat, and I jerked him around and slammed him against the wall as he gurgled for air. I lifted him off his feet, and he choked and coughed as he tried to pull my hands free.

"Don't," he gasped. "I… erg… uhgggh."

I was going to kill him. Really I was. But he managed to get a couple of words out that I recognized.

I lowered him to the floor and loosened my grip on his throat.

"What did you say?" I snarled.

"A… alive," he coughed. "She's… alive."

"Where?!"

"D… down… stairs," he gasped.

I let go of him, throwing him back against the wall.

"Then why'd you tell me she was dead, you ass-hole?"

He massaged his throat, gasping for breath.

"I… I showed… Gwen… to a friend of mine," he coughed.

"He… wants one too. I… thought I'd… give him… Gwen."

"Where is she? I want to see her right now!"

"Look," he gasped, massaging his throat. "How about if I keep her another month while you get another girl. Then I can…"

"No," I said flatly. "If this guy wants a girl I'll get him one, but until then he does without."

Jerome returned and I glared at him.

"I'll pay you another twenty thousand," Peter said.

"No. Get her now!"

He sighed and looked at Jerome. "Go and get Gwen," he said.

Jerome nodded in his bored fashion and disappeared.

"I don't like people who lie to me, Peter."

"I didn't think you'd mind so much," he said. "I thought you'd be a bit peeved but – I mean… I didn't think you'd actually care about the little slut."

"We've known each other a long time."

Jerome returned with Gwen. She was wearing a gold collar and gold shackles. There was a foot long chain linking her ankles together, while her wrists shackles were linked together.

Her eyes widened when she saw me.

"Hello, Gwen," I grinned.

"Hello, Master," she gasped.

"I've come to take you home."

She looked at Peter, who sighed and waved his arm.

"Yes, that's right. You're leaving, slave."

"What about that other girl, Peter?"

"A blonde, big tits, young," he said. "Payment on delivery this time since you're not leaving a loaner."

"That'll be fine," I said.

I took Gwen and tried to remove the shackles to leave them behind, but couldn't get them off.

"How do I take off these shackles?"

"You don't. They're welded on," he said. "She's a slave. Slaves wear shackles."

I rolled my eyes, then led her out front and put her in my car. I draped a blanket over her to hide her from passing traffic then pulled out.

She didn't say a word until we passed through Peter's gates, then she sighed and slumped in her seat.

"Happy to be going home?" I asked.

"Yes, Master."

"Knock off the Master shit. I don't need it."

"Yes, Master. I mean, Michael."

"How was Peter?"

She trembled briefly.

"He's mean," she whispered. "He likes to hurt me. Even when I'm good he hurts me."

"But you like that."

"Sometimes," she said. "But… sometimes he… he does stuff…"

"Like?"

"He… made a dog fuck me," she squeaked barely above a whisper.

"He what?"

She blushed deeply.

"A dog?"

"A big ugly one."

"And did you cum?"

"Yes, Michael." She blushed even deeper, giving me my answer. "And he beat me a lot."

"Well, you're with me now, little fuck toy. No more beatings except when you're bad."

I drove her into my place and took her to bed. I examined her. There were plenty of marks from recent beatings, even on the soles of her feet, but there was nothing that wouldn't fade within days.

I made slow love to her, surprised at how happy I was to have her back. I ate her slit out until she sobbed with pleasure, then mounted her and fucked soft and slow, letting her slide her arms over my head as we kissed.

I was nice to her for the next several days. I liked her eager and enthusiastic, not jumpy and frightened. Then we went over hey list and she picked out a blonde she was sure would fill Peter's needs.

She helped me get the girl, and a week later I started her training. It was easier third time, and I found Gwen a surprising help once the initial beatings were done.

Over the next years I was to sell a number of girls, always carefully screening my clients, always being very selective of the girls I grabbed. It made me a lot of money, and brought both Gwen and me a lot of happiness together.

Gwen was to stay my personal sex toy, she bore me eight kids as well, six girls and two boys. The girls were raised as sex toys, of course, while the boys were taught how to treat women properly. One day they would take over the family business, after all.