A Family In Slavery (7 page)

Chapter 10: Megan the Slave

She squatted in her cage, ordered to stay on her feet before Katia left her alone ages ago. Megan was rapidly becoming addicted to Katia’s presence, finding her pussy getting wet every time she returned to continue her training. For two weeks, which seemed like months to the caged girl, Katia worked on Meg. Each session brought a new and different bondage, coupled with Katia’s erotically charged attentions.

She had become quite adept at licking her trainer to orgasm; liking the feelings she had when she pleased the vixen that controlled her. And when Katia went down on her, Meg melted like butter on a hot plate. She had given up wondering why she felt like this and as her free will waned, embracing the control Katia represented. The cocktails were working well on the young girl, making her feel hot and sexy all the time.

It helped that Katia now made her wear sexy little half outfits, ones that would enhance, but not hide the lithe eighteen year old’s body. Like now, she squatted in six-inch pumps that were squeezed tightly on her feet. Her body was encased in a fishnet body stocking, with openings for her large breasts to hang out and another opening exposing her harness sealed loins. Her wrists were cuffed behind her, as usual, and her collar chained to the top of the cage.

She was anxious for Katia’s return, as she always was now. Her attraction to her fellow slave started when they first wrestled on the floor of this room, but was enhanced when she returned and showed her pet the marks Sam gave her. Though she did not yet understand Katia’s joy in being abused, she did feel empathy for the beaten girl. Katia used her compassion as a tool to bend Meg to her will, and eventually her master’s.

That second session, as Katia had Meg lick and kiss her welted body, the two girls began to form a tight bond. Now, after dozens of kinky sessions, Meg was devoted to the sprightly little slave. As she remained as Katia left her, Meg was eager to start her next session with her. Somehow, this new life, devoid of any responsibility except obeying her trainer, seemed so much more fulfilling than her prior life had been. Katia had done her job well and Meg was slowly morphing into a true slave.

When Katia eventually returned, Meg felt the itch start immediately between her legs, anxious to feel her mistress’s soft body against hers again. But her attention was drawn to the large television Katia rolled in on a cart, watching as she set it up just outside her cage. Katia ignored her at first; working to make sure the TV was ready to give Meg a show she would not forget. Once the TV was set up, she turned and took a seat on her stool just outside the cage.

“How is my pet today?” Katia asked Meg.

“Fine mistress, how may I serve you today?” she replied, having learned her lessons well.

“Do you trust me Meg?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Good, then it is time you learned why you are here,” Katia replied, turning on the TV as she spoke, “Watch the screen pet.”

Meg looked at the TV and her eyes went wide as she saw her mother standing in front of Sam doing her striptease. Katia watched Meg as the girl saw the recording from weeks ago, and when the tears started to escape the corner of her eyes, she felt a small pang of guilt. Deceiving Meg like this bothered her, but it was master’s wish and she had to obey.

Then, as scripted, she said, “I’m sorry Meg, I know it is hard to believe your own mother would condemn you to slavery, but that is what she did. All so she could act like the slut you are seeing.”

“I don’t believe it,” mumbled the crying girl, feeling a betrayal so deep she could not fathom it.

“Our master understands your pain at this revelation and when you are ready to offer yourself to him, he promises she will pay for her actions.”

“Offer myself?” she asked, confused by what Katia just said.

Katia opened the cage and crawled in, reaching between Meg’s thighs and caressing her leather harness. She looked into Meg’s eyes and said, “You have a wonderful gift to offer him and when you do, you can join me in serving him forever.”

Suddenly Meg understood, having temporarily forgotten about Sam during her time with Katia. Her anger with her mother, now that she saw what she was capable of doing, was flaring in her soul and she wanted her to suffer for it. While she was deep in thought, Katia released the harness and began to stroke her clit, sending sparks of arousal through the chained girl.

“You do want to feel his manhood inside you Meg, trust me, you will love it,” whispered Katia.

“Yesss,” she hissed, her eyes now directed at the screen and the sight of Sam fucking her mother. This revelation not only shocked Meg, but what Katia just said opened a door to where she knew she was meant to be. Her sex drive was so strong now, and watching Sam impale her mother did nothing to hinder it, rather the scene before her eyes fueled her rampant desires.

“What do you want Meg” asked Katia, seeing the lust and anger in her eyes.

“I want to serve our master and punish my mother,” she hissed; as Katia’s fingers strummed her erect clit.

“That’s good pet,” Katia whispered as she stroked Meg’s clit, “Now come for me baby.”

Meg felt her pussy convulse, no longer able to resist Katia’s orders, nor wanting to. She groaned and came as she continued to watch Sam fuck her mother on the screen. She not only wanted his cock to tear away her cherry, she wanted her mother to watch it happen, hoping it would cause her pain. Katia brought her lips up to Meg’s and planted a deep kiss on the willing slave, both girls wrestling their tongues together.

When Katia finally tore herself away and cinched the crotch strap back between Megs legs, the slave trainee was as hot as ever, eager to face her master and offer him her cherry. Though she had become devoted to Katia, now she realized who her real master was and she wanted to kneel before him and offer herself up for his pleasure.

Katia crawled out of the cage, locked the door to it, and said, “I will inform our master you are ready to give yourself to him,” the she left Meg alone to continue watching the depraved scene on the TV.

Meg was in a trance as she watched her mother being taken in so many ways, wondering what it felt like to have a cock inside her pussy. Though she was beginning to think she had become a lesbian, the effect this scene was having on her proved she wanted cock too. As the orgasm she just had began to fade, a new lust was building inside her, a curiosity she had to explore. Even the old pragmatic Meg would have never realized how easily she was manipulated into this new state of mind.

Chapter 11: Realignment

Juan escorted his leashed dog Maria into Sam’s study; the girl-animal was panting and wagging her tail when she saw him. He led her over to the desk and handed the leash to Sam, who ordered her to sit up and beg. Maria quickly obeyed; the thrill of being delivered to her new owner was making her pussy get wet again. Juan and Manuel had trained her well and in her mind she was more than ready to serve Sam as his pet slave, eager to feel him dominate her.

He ordered her into a dozen different positions, inspecting her proffered body intently as she performed for him. Sam groped her ringed tits, making Maria’s nipples harden as he callously twisted her bloated nubs. Ordering her to display her ass, he removed her tail and used his fingers to test the stretching of her rear passage, the dog-slave moaning from his attentions. After inserting her tail back into her rump, he stretched her damp pussy open and strummed her clit, making her whimper with desire.

Finally her ordered her to kneel and face him, and he said, “You are quite the fetching little bitch.” He tossed a pen across the room, and said, “So fetch for me.”

Maria scampered to where the pen was thrown, wagging her tail all the way, picking it up with her mouth and returning to her master. She knelt before him, holding the pen between her teeth and he reached down and plucked it from her mouth. He twirled it in his fingers and smiled at his pet, sending a thrill of desire into her. She had quickly learned that when her trainers smiled she was performing properly and usually she was rewarded.

“Would you like to taste your master’s cock bitch?” he asked the kneeling slave.

“Arf!” she barked, indicating her answer was yes.

Sam pulled his cock from his pants and stroked it, then said, “Suck your master.”

Maria leaned forward, taking his member into her willing mouth, licking and sucking it with all the skills she had been taught. In her current state of mind she was elated, feeling he approved of her performance. By now she had been reduced to feeling happy only when her trainers approved of her actions. Her only thoughts in these moments were about pleasing the men who controlled her.

Sam stroked her blonde hair as she easily slid his cock deep into her throat, while licking along the vein-gnarled shaft. He looked down at her feet, encased in the stiff ballet boots, thinking how sexy and helpless they made her look at the same time. After several enjoyable minutes of feeling her worship his cock with her mouth, he ordered her to turn around and present her pussy.

Maria reluctantly disengaged her mouth from his cock, spun around and lowered her head to the floor. She shuffled her knees outward to fully expose her sex to his view and hopefully his cock. Her cunt was slick with her secretions, eager and hungry to feel his cock spear it. She was not disappointed, growling with delight when Sam knelt down and slipped his cock into her quim. An order to rut was all he gave her once his cock was deep in her sex, and the obedient slave started to rock back and forth for his pleasure.

Sam knelt there, unmoving and just holding her ass as the slave banged backwards into his hips. He could see she was quite a cock slut, but he also planned for her to learn other skills. He enjoyed how she rutted with unabashed desire against his stiff cock, but before he came he ordered her to stop. She obeyed, but he could feel her trembling with the need to finish him off, obvious that she was on the brink of an orgasm.

Still kneeling with his cock fully inside her pulsing sex, he said, “Turn around,” motioning for Juan to take her from behind.

Maria obeyed and found her mouth wrapped around Sam’s cock again, but now with Juan’s cock driving into her cunt from behind. She received her orgasm from Juan’s pistoning dick; as Sam filled her throat with his spend. She was in heaven, all three of her holes stuffed at once, while another massive orgasm rippled through her captive body. By this point in her training she was well conditioned to respond this way and her reactions pleased Sam to no end.

Once the dog-slave finished cleaning both Sam’s and Juan’s cock, they made her lick up the juices that had dribbled from her cunt. As she crawled about the floor lapping up the drops of Juan’s semen, Sam told him to find and bring Bertha the cook to him. Though Maria heard the conversation, it did not register in her mind, as she remained focused on the task at hand. Once she could find no more drops to lick up, she crawled to Sam’s feet and began to lick his shoes, wagging her tail behind her.

While he watched Maria subjugate herself at his feet, he thought about Bertha, her term with him nearly finished. She was the property of a close friend, Mistress Ellen, and was here for the last six months as penance. Bertha was a lesbian slave who had been caught getting pleasure without permission from another slave belonging to Ellen, so she was sent here to work for Sam. But the true punishment was her daily servicing of Raul and his monster cock.

Since Bertha arrived, she spent her days cooking and cleaning, and her nights being ravaged by his enormous cock. Her behavior had been exemplary, after some initial resistance, so Sam decided that in her last week here she would be given Maria to train. Maria needed to learn how to please women and Bertha had accepted her sentence with grace, learning to please Raul despite her sexual preferences. When she arrived he offered her a seat, a rarity for a slave girl and a sign she had done something well. He noticed how the presence of his dog-slave caught her attention.

“You have served your time well here Bertha, soon your Mistress will be collecting you,” said Sam, looking into Bertha’s deep blue eyes.

“Thank you master, she replied as required.

“I have two tasks for you to complete before you leave, the first is kneeling beside me now. When was the last time you had your pussy licked by a sweet female slave?”

“Before I arrived here sir,” she replied, her interest growing as she imagined what he was suggesting.

“My little pet here has no experience pleasing women yet, isn’t that right my little bitch?” He said, patting the groveling slave on her rump with a crop as she continued to lick his shoes.

Pausing from her task, Maria barked, “Arf, Arf,” to indicate she had not, and then returned to tonguing his feet.

“She is not permitted to speak, two barks means her answer is no. I will have her brought to your room each night after you service Raul and you will train her to lick cunt, understood?”

“Yes master,” replied Bertha, eager to feel soft feminine lips on her pussy once again.

“Good, your other task will be training another slave to perform your kitchen duties. She will start with you tomorrow. Juan will bring our bitch to you tonight and he will explain her rules to you then, you may go now.”

“Thank you master, may I have permission to speak,” replied Bertha.

“Yes Bertha?”

“I would like to thank you sir for taking me and teaching me how to please men. I hope to be of better service to my owner now and appreciate all you have done for me.”

“It was my pleasure, and from what Raul tells me, you have progressed nicely in the last six months. Be prepared for your new task tonight.”

“Thank you master,” she said and then left.

Turning to look at Juan, Sam said, “Take our little slave for a walk in the yard, her tan is fading and she could use some sun. Then you may use her as you like until ten tonight, when you will deliver her to Bertha.”

“Very good sir,” replied Juan, taking Maria’s leash and leading her from the room. The young slave’s tail wagged as she left, anxious about her new training, but now eager to feel the warm sun and cool grass.