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Brandi and Kelly Ch. 01

By: StoryTeller07



Driving from Monterey Park, Brandi was pleased to be leaving her parent's home where an argument had ensued between her uncle and father. The Chinese New Year celebrations started with a bang then fizzled out with the usual quarrel whether they were Taiwanese Americans or Chinese Americans. It meant nothing to her, so she left them to it.

She also felt guilty because she had lied about returning to the apartment to complete an essay. If she had told them she was going to a club, her parents would have kicked up a fuss. A good Taiwanese girl should obey her parents and Brandi tried to, but how could she when studying at UCLA? There were just too many distractions.

Kelly opened the car door for her and she jumped in. "So you escaped them, I almost gave up on you," Kelly said with a big smile. 

There was a devilment to her eyes that told Brandi her long time friend was up to something. Brandi had quickly changed to meet her friend, who looked more like a sister, and they shopped and teased each other like sisters, too.

"So what are you up to?" 

"You'll see," Kelly teased. She was the quieter of the two, but lived further away from her parents and was exploring this new found freedom more adventurously. They always looked after one another so whatever was planned for this evening would be OK with Brandi. Besides, they didn't have school in the morning so it could be a late fun evening.

Kelly breathed a sigh of relief. There wasn't a line of clubbers waiting outside, so her friend wouldn't guess what was inside waiting for them. Kelly couldn't wait to see the look of shock on her face and almost burst out laughing.

***

The suppressed giggle reminded Brandi of the near disgrace at her twenty-first birthday party only a few months ago. Unwrapping presents before family, she enthusiastically pulled the wrapping off her friend's present to find a vibrator. Before her parents and family had a chance to see what it was, she buried it in the wrapping paper. 

"Come on Brandi, show us!" her cousin had insisted, showing none of the restraint of the older family members. 

Hearing her friend outside the room making that funny noise of a repressed laugh, Brandi said, "I should open it with Kelly, father." A shy, guilty look turned to relief when he agreed.

Even after six months she remembered the feeling of shame. If her parents had seen that wicked object it would have been embarrassing and dishonourable for her parents before so many family members. 

***

While her friend bought tickets to the club, Brandi smiled shyly at a naughty thought. It turned to a grimace remembering that she had used the damn thing and almost lost her virginity while in the throws of a passionate fantasy. Well, maybe not exactly, but she was pretty sure she tore her hymen to some degree during the frenzy of playing with the new toy. 

Still dreaming, she followed Kelly into the club, not noticing very much. The music was just OK but then she looked around. "Kelly! You bitch! What is this place?"

"It's a BDSM club," she threw her head back laughing. "You're here now so let's explore the place. You had better keep a hold of me. I don't want any of the perverts hitting on me." 

The two slim attractive young women held hands, looking for the bar. In tight jeans, t-shirts and tennis shoes, they looked out of place. Everyone around them was either dressed in leather, chains, skin-tight latex or hardly anything at all. Brandi was fascinated. It seemed to be a different world, as though they had dropped onto another planet.

"There he is, no, don't look," Kelly said, her face glowing hot.

"So that's why you dragged me in here. Who is he?" Brandi asked. So she was after some guy. In the quick glance she had, he looked tall and handsome with a cute ass. An Asian guy wearing tight leather pants under a leather jacket with a few chains randomly placed. He didn't look as bizarre as most of the freaks standing around, rather he looked fairly normal for such a weird place.

"He's Kevin, in my psychology class. He's doing a thesis on counterculture. All the girls are keen to get close to him and this is my chance. They will be so envious!" she laughed. She lifted her hair to tie it into a ponytail. 

"Shit! When did you have that done? Your parents will go nuts," Brandi screeched.

"Don't worry, all but two are fake. So they look real, heh?" Kelly smiled with satisfaction.

Along both ears were rings that looked as though they were pierced but were just clipped. "My parents would disown me if I had my ears pierced more than once, well almost," she giggled.

In fact, Brandi had no piercings at all. Her parents had forbidden it in high school, and even though she was now in college, it was not something that she had chosen to do. She had thought about it, however, and figured she could easily defend a piercing just once to each ear.

"It would be bad enough if they knew I was in here," Brandi continued. "I can just imagine the lectures every time I went home for the weekend. What are you doing now?" 

"Here's one for you," Kelly said while pulling a dog collar around her neck. 

"I'm not putting that damn thing on." 

"Go on, please, just for me," Kelly pleaded with a mock look of pain on her face.

"You mean for him. OK. OK. Don't go on. Where did you get this? I look ridiculous. I hope it's not from home, a smelly pet or something." 

"Of course it's clean. Come on, let's go the restroom, it's over there," Kelly said, pulling her reluctant friend. It meant passing the bar where the guy stood talking to a group of heavily chained people. Brandi couldn't tell which were male or females, they all had baldheads. She nervously ran a hand through her long black hair.

A short cut through the flailing bodies on the dance floor was a mistake. They became separated and a woman grabbed her middle and pulled Brandi close and held on tight. They were hardly moving between the heaving bodies and Brandi doubted if she were safer with a woman. 

All of a sudden they were off the dance floor by the bar. "You look cute, girl, you cum here often?" she jibbed with a grin. Speaking close in her ear because of the loud music was just an excuse to be close. The woman licked her ear and her neck. 

"I'm not a lesbian!" Brandi exclaimed, wanting her to stop. With a better look at her she seemed about forty, with short spiky dyed blond hair and studs in her nose. 

"You never know until you meet the right one," she quipped. 

Brandi struggled trying to push her away, but the butch woman was too big and powerful, built like a brick outhouse. The feel of warm saliva in her ear was disgusting. She turned her head almost ready to bite her. The woman pulled away and looked at her with a grin still holding on to her.

"So you like it rough do you? Well, so do I," she grinned, showing off a pierced tongue.

'Oh hell, I'm in trouble now!' Brandi quaked.

"Hey Jude, she's with me." 

It was Kevin edging the woman away from her. Jude scowled at him then shrugged her shoulders. "No harm in trying, she's a cute little girly."

Brandi shuddered. "Thanks." She was still a little shaken and didn't know what to say. 

He steered her to a quiet corner. "You're Kelly's friend, aren't you? They're not all like that. Most just want to parade around showing off," he said, nodding to a couple of extroverts dressed with their asses hanging out of leather pants. 

Brandi realised they were a couple chained together. "Well, that's one way to stay safe together," she laughed. He used a tissue to wipe her ear and neck and she laughed for it tickled. Perhaps his touch did something more than that. The ice was broken and they carried on chatting or at least she listened to his explanation of what the clubbers were about. It was fascinating.

He discreetly pointed to individuals and couples and nodded to others, telling her what their clothing meant. 

"Oh! So there you are," Kelly butted in. 

Brandi hadn't noticed how close they had been standing and took a step back with her friend's sudden appearance. The look of annoyance meant Kelly was pissed with her, thinking she had moved in on him.

"You should get her to pierce her ears. She talks about it, but never gets around to it," Kelly smiled at her innocently while talking to Kevin. 

'No way! What is she up to now? She knows I wouldn't. Not just my parents. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't do it here,' Brandi thought. She just shook her head "no" and made a shushing sound with her lips.

"You can do it here if you like. They do a good job, too," he said with enthusiasm.

Brandi was about to protest when Kelly leaned in and whispered. "Just get a temporary one like mine in each ear. Go on, I dare you," she said.

"OK! Where do they do it?" she asked Kevin. She didn't want to show her friend up or herself by wimping out. There might have been a temptation to impress Kevin, too. 

"I'll show her, we'll be back soon so don't go away," Kelly smiled at him.

Brandi would have to tell her friend not to try so hard; she was being too flirty and obvious. 

"I didn't want him to see you get fakes and discover my secret," Kelly explained.

***

Brandi sat in what felt like a large leather dentist chair and became nervous. She remembered a young dentist probing her mouth years ago. He looked so delicious, but he was just learning and managed to nick her lip with his pliers when he was tightening her braces. He was an intern, learning from her usual orthodontist. 

She remembered yelping, tasting her own blood, and then reassuring the intern that it was ok and that she would not tell. Her skirt had ridden up, showing her thighs and she had become so warm thinking any moment he would be able to see her white panties. 

He apologised so nicely, trying to relax her, thinking she was afraid of dentists. When he tightened her braces, a spasm of pain ran through her head. His fingers touched her tongue, producing such sensuous feelings she became hot. She couldn't help squirming and hoped he didn't realise what she was doing, or why she was rubbing her thighs together. She loved the feeling of her braces being tightened, of her mouth in bondage. 

It had been so embarrassing, she felt ashamed. The idea of pain and pleasure being sexual hadn't occurred to her back then. It was probably this club and this chair that brought it all back. She remembered the closeness of his lovely smooth face. It had been so disappointing when next visiting, for he had returned to the university to continue his training. 

***

Brandi let her friend sort out the details as Kelly was now the expert and took over selecting earrings. The guy came over and moved her head to one side. With her long hair spilling over the back of the chair, he had a clear access to her ear. "Ouch!" she yelped. 

Brandi didn't think it would hurt at all, otherwise she wouldn't have agreed. As the pain subsided she felt he had actually pierced her ear. "Shit! What have you done? Don't put anything in the hole," she squealed. 

There was a lot more she was going to say but the mention of putting something in the hole choked off the words. The episode of being in the dentist chair rushed back at her, knocking the wind out of her. A familiar tingling sensation between her legs started and it shocked her. Why? She didn't understand it.

The guy had a firm grip of her hair and turned her head for the other ear. 

"Hey, no! Don't please! I don't want it, please stop it." She tried to rise from the chair but Kelly held her back with a hand to her tummy. Brandi struck out with flailing hands but missed. Her friend was grinning at her.

"You know you want it really. Just relax, it's no good with just one, they need to be balanced, its karma, gyrl," she giggled.

"You bitch, don't let him, stop him, please," she implored. This was terrible. How could they do this to her? Her beautiful young body was being defiled. She didn't want to be pierced. The tingling feeling became stronger while thinking of being pierced by a stranger.

She didn't even know his name and he was going to pierce her ear with his thing. It was a scary mixed up idea and she didn't understand it, but felt what was happening to her was wrong. So why was she becoming so hot? 

"Please, Kelly, don't do it to me. Tell him to stop. Ouch!" It was too late now. Brandi had been pierced. She didn't understand why she felt so worked up, maybe it was the pain or being forced or maybe she associated being pierced with sex. She rejected the thought, unable to cope with it.

"There, all done. That didn't hurt too much did it!" he smiled at Kelly. "You owe me a big favour. I'm not supposed to do it without consent," he said. 

"I'll cover for you. Besides, look at the state she's in. She wanted it," Kelly told him and blew a kiss.

Brandi flapped her mouth but words failed to arrive from a panic stricken brain. 'Please, let them be fakes! I can't have pierced ears, I don't want it. I don't want my body damaged like that. I'm not one of those girly sluts that dreadful lesbian likes,' she groaned inwardly.

"Damn, what have you done Kelly?" she gasped. She was breathing heavily from being stoked up. She had been grinding her thighs together in front of her friend and felt embarrassed. Escaping the broad grin on Kelly's face she jumped up to look in a mirror. 

Pulling her long hair away from both ears she stood very still and stared at the dangling earrings. Looking closer into the mirror she pulled at one. "Ouch!" It didn't slip out; it was clearly a proper piercing right through the upper ear. Looking closer she saw they weren't proper earrings at all, but little locks looped through each ear.

"What the hell! You stupid bitch, you've pierced my ears. I'll get you for this! I can't believe it, it's disgraceful." 

In a panic she pushed and pulled at the locks, desperate to get them free. If she didn't get the locks out of the pierced holes soon, it would take ages for them to close up.

"These damn things are little locks! Just give me the key!" Brandi demanded, with her small hand held flat, the fingers pointing accusingly at her friend.

Kelly backed away. "I can't. I gave it to Kevin before we came in here," she said, in a small voice. 

"Then get it and get it quick," Brandi demanded in a quiet fierce voice. "I'll really kick your ass if you don't hurry back!" she shouted fiercely. "Damn, damn, damn." It was a good thing the guy had walked off or she might have kicked him in frustration. Instead she kicked the chair.

If her parents saw this she would never hear the end of it. Of all the tricks they had played on one another this was the most devious. She was beside herself with anger at the humiliation. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes and she gritted her teeth knowing she would have to ask, maybe beg to be released. 

She felt so stupid at being fooled like that. It was Kevin, that's what made Kelly do it. A fit of stupid jealousy over a guy she didn't even know. 

It was as though a part of her body had been locked up by a stranger and he had the key to her body. It was shameful, yet the thought of Kevin having this power over her produced a feeling of arousal. 'Damn! What's happening to me?' She wondered why she was being stoked up over this stupid bitch's trick. She didn't like the implications, didn't want to face it. The arousal left her feeling embarrassed and unsure of herself.

***

Brandi glared at them both and at least her friend had the decency to look ashamed. Kevin beamed at her with brilliant white teeth and an urge to hit his smug face nearly overcame her.

"Kelly told me you've had your first piercing. How does it feel? I've wondered about it myself," he said with genuine interest. 

"Where's the key?" she asked. 

"Key, what key?"

Brandi looked from one to the other then lifted one side of her hair to show an ear. He obviously wasn't a part of the sordid trick.

"Cool! Oh that key. I didn't know what it was for. Very interesting, you know what it means don't you? We had better get out of the way." He led her to a small room, murky dark like the others but quiet and they were alone. Kelley had escaped back to the main room knowing how angry Brandi was.

"Sit down, you must tell me what it feels like. All these in here are so used to it they find it difficult to explain or even remember a first piercing."

She sat wondering when he was going to produce the key and intuition told her he wasn't going to make it easy. 

He was about twenty-nine and seemed so authoritative and powerful her natural instinct was to defer to him as she would to parents or older relatives. Besides, she didn't want to beg him or let him know how desperate she was for the damn key.

She heard the word sex and suddenly took notice of what he was saying. When he started on about anthropology she had switched off but now she was on alert. 

". . . all this sexual symbolism is fascinating. You want the key and I want you as a part of my study," he looked at her expectantly.

"Err, maybe. What do you want me to do?" she asked with a suspicious look on her face.

"You won't have to do much. Just dress up and I'll take you around the club so I'll get more into the scene here, more accepted. Don't worry, I'll look after you, it'll be fun and certainly something different," he laughed. 

"I get the key back then?" she asked.

"Yea of course! You agree then? That's great."

Being desperate for the key meant there was little choice but agree to this thinly disguised blackmail. Still, it might be fun pretending to be one of them. 'I might learn something,' she thought, unsure if she wanted to learn something in this den of iniquity. She would be safe with him and the intense way he looked at her brought on a nice warm feeling inside.

From the shop he brought a leather outfit, all zips and chains. It was tight fitting but covered her body otherwise she would have refused to wear it without exception.

She walked out of the little cubicle feeling very nervous. When he looked her over, his face was a picture of astonishment. It was as if he was seeing her for the first time and evidently liked what he saw. Brandi lowered her head, feeling pleased and suddenly shy.

"Here, let me adjust this, it's not sitting right," he said. He stood close, smelling of Brute aftershave and she became aware of the outfit's new leathery smell. It was a heady combination distracting her from his fiddling at the chains.

He stood to one side revealing a mirror. "What do you think?" he said, as though unveiling a work of art.

Brandi gasped. She could hardly believe it was her. The thin skin-tight leather showed off her curves. An inbuilt bustier pinched her waist and braced her small breasts, pushing them up and out. It was so thin over her breasts her little nipples even showed. 

The image was so lascivious she could hardly breathe with the shock of it. It was difficult to take it all in. She had to admit, with her long black hair, black leather and the shiny chains she looked gorgeous, in a kinky kind of way.

"No wonder it was such a struggle in there to get it on," was all she could say. Meaning to run a hand through her long black hair, she found the action curtailed. Thin but effective chains ran from wrists to waist. 

"Hey, what've you done?" she complained. "Get me out of this," she said pulling at the chains. 

"Do you want me to gag you?" he asked with a thrilled look on his face. She clamped her jaws together glaring at him.

"You agreed to be paraded around and that is exactly what I shall do. You don't know the rules or etiquette here so you'll have to act as a submissive. That way you won't have to talk to anyone and spoil things. As you belong to me," he started to say.

"No way! I don't BELONG to anyone! That's demeaning," she retorted.


Brandi and Kelly Ch. 01



"Just let me finish. No one is allowed to touch you in there if you 'belong' to me," he said, making quote marks in the air. "These people have rules. I know them, but that isn't enough for a good paper, I need to feel it, too," he said, with enthusiasm.

She looked at him a moment, admiring the intensity in his eyes. He was serious and if it meant better protection then maybe she could agree. 

"You will have to call me master..." 

She interrupted him again. "Crap! Who do you think I am? Nothing doing," she said. In a gesture of defiance she tried to cross her arms only to be reminded of the chains.

"Get changed then, I'll get the money back on the outfit. No key though. A deal is a deal," he said crossing his arms with a smug look.

"Damn! OK! No funny stuff!" she said, looking at him with a lower jaw set hard.

He lifted a foot and slipped a high heel onto one foot then the other. She was about to object to this but caught sight of them in the mirror and they looked great. Besides she couldn't go out there bare foot and her tennies just wouldn't look right. 

Standing straight he lifted the back of her hair to slip a band around it. "We might as well show off those earrings now you have them," he told her.

A little thrill shook her and she let him before it occurred to her to complain. It was all just too sudden to sink in, all that he had done to her. She looked so different and was beginning to feel different too.

Had she agreed to this? Brandi had been warm before, now she was positively tingling with excitement. She tried to shrug it off as being driven from the look of the outfit and the fear of going out there into the main room of the club.

He pulled at a leather leash and she tottered after him. 'Damn! He's clipped a leash to the collar Kelly gave me.' When she hesitated he jerked the chain a little harder. 

"Don't be afraid, its time for your grand entrance," he laughed.

She tottered in on high heels, feeling very much like the new girl at a bizarre kind of school. She didn't know if she wanted them to notice her or not. She kept her head down, trying to watch where she trod, for if she fell it would be difficult to rise. 

'Damn I can hardly walk, let alone run away. He had better keep close, as I can't even fend anyone off in this get up. Shit! What if that lesbian grabs me? I should have refused to play this stupid game and forced him to give me that damn key,' she agonised, with every precarious step. 

A partial thought escaped into her conscious mind that this was a delicious adventure. She quickly suppressed it.

One of the baldy people at the bar smiled at their approach to the bar. He greeted Kevin warmly. "So you have your own sub to play with now. Maybe you won't ask us so many questions," he laughed and the others joined in the playful teasing. For days he had questioned them about what they did and why. Now they thought he had really joined the club with a submissive pet in tow. At last he was being accepted as one of them.

"OK!" Kevin put his hands up in a motion of surrender at the jibes and rude remarks.

Brandi kept her head down feeling embarrassed which happened to be a convenient sign of submission too. Fortunately Kevin kept to his word so all she had to do was tag along behind him on the end of a leash. She was far too nervous to talk to anyone, but that didn't matter for all she was expected to do was be there and be seen as his little submissive.

She cringed at the thought of being his little pet or anyone else's. A little tingly feeling betrayed the denial though. She was relieved to see they were at last heading to a booth out of the way of the crowd. When he sat she went to slide onto the seat next to him. 

"Hey no, you can't do that, it will spoil the effect," he said. "You'll have to kneel on the floor."

About to protest at this outrage, she noticed the gang at the bar raise their glasses in salute to him. She understood, but hesitated. 

"Please!" he whispered and pulled on the leash. 

Brandi reluctantly sank to her knees to squat at his feet not wanting to break the deal, but more than that she didn't want him to be shown up in front of the freaks. Why she was concerned about him she didn't think about too closely.

He started to re-arrange her hair and stroked her neck. "How are the piercings?" he asked. 

The concern in his voice was touching. The attention and stroking was nice, leaving her feeling calmer. The anger at being treated like some docile pet was subsiding to be replaced with amusement over the silly game they were playing. 

In that moment she decided to play along, for no-one here thought she had lost dignity, rather the opposite. She had gained stature from demonstrating subservience.

"They only tingle, thanks for asking." She looked up at him, enjoying the smile, bathing in its bright glow. 'I'm tingling inside too,' she thought and wondered why. 

"How weird this is. The rules seem to be upside down here. Calling someone master for example, it just isn't right, yet here it gains respect."

"That's why it's called a counter culture," he said. "They respect you for admitting your inner self. Giving yourself to someone means trusting them and demonstrating it here means you trust them, too. They respect that. I want to capture it all on paper, but what I have so far is just superficial."

She looked up at his face seeing there a distant thoughtful look, a wistful dreamy gaze she was beginning to find attractive. She tried to guess what it was he was seeing and imagining. For some reason she wondered if it included her and caught herself wishing it was.

"Are you thirsty?" he asked, breaking the spell of the daydream. She nodded and he held a glass of water to her lips. She took a sip then lapped at it aware of how dry she was.

"Your puppy seems thirsty, Sir," a female voice intruded.

"Hi! Doll," he said. Brandi looked up, craning her neck around Kevin to see "Kelly", but not Kelly!

"May I kneel for a moment, Sir?" she asked. 

"Kelly?!" Brandi nearly shouted, sure and yet not sure it was her friend.

"Of course," he answered. "Brandi, this is Doll, at least that's the name she is known by here at the club."

If Brandi's mouth had been held open by a ring gag, it would not have shown more astonishment. She was totally shocked to see the woman she had arrived with at the club manoeuvre onto the floor and neatly tuck her legs under her bottom. They had both arrived in jeans and t-shirts but now her friend was transformed!

Kelly was wearing a blonde wig! She wore a black leather wrap around skirt slung low over the hips and tied at the side. As she manoeuvred to the floor it was too obvious she wore nothing underneath. A piece of leather tied across her breasts hardly covered them to reveal she'd no bra. Compared to her usual style her friend was naked!

The most shocking thing that clutched at Brandi's mind was that Kelly was confined with chains running from leather wrist bands to the black collar about her neck.

Another thin golden chain hung from the collar ring to her ankles. It wasn't very confining but a clear mark of bondage in a most erotic sign of submission.

With exotic eye shadow and makeup Kelly was a beautiful sexy China Doll. Brandi had never seen anything like it and would never have guessed her friend's secret.

"I heard you had found yourself a pet, Sir. She looks cute. I bet you are looking forward to training her. Does she have a name?" asked Kelly. 

Brandi just stared.

"Not yet, she's a novice," he said, only then realising they hadn't thought about it. It wasn't acceptable to use a real name and of course Brandi wouldn't want it revealed.

As they talked she looked demurely up at Kevin through long eyelashes. A tongue flicked through parted red lips and she shook her blond hair every so often, flicking it with long red painted nails. 

She sat in a perfect submissive posture with knees wide, chained wrists resting lightly on thighs, and breasts thrust out. Brandi could only stare at the demonstration of fealty to a 'Sir' leaving her feeling inadequate. The way she looked up at him and was behaving was becoming annoying.

Recalling something of what Brandi had been told Kelly called him 'Sir', because she was a submissive, but didn't belong to him. So as not to let Kevin down she tried to get the words clear in her head before interrupting her flirty friend.

"Master," she said with a pang of embarrassment at using such a demeaning term. She felt her face flush hot waiting for him to acknowledge her. Anger at using the word was growing and if he didn't stop talking to Kelly it would overflow. She couldn't get up without his help, but any moment she would shout at them.

"What is it pet?" he asked.

"Please, Master, may I go to the restroom?" maybe she was laying it on a bit thick but they didn't seem to notice. Using that awful word again stated, 'he's mine keep away', though Brandi hadn't given that much thought.

"I'll look after her, sir," Kelly volunteered.

"Just look out for Jude; she's taken a shine to my pet," he warned Kelly.

This was an opportunity to find out what her game was and she really did need to pee. In the ladies restroom Kelly could look out for her if Jude made an appearance. 

Kelly helped her up until they stood facing each other. Brandi didn't know what to say. This was a complete surprise. She had no idea her friend was a regular at the club. She must be, for there was no way she had dressed like that on the spur of the moment and she knew the etiquette too. 

Being led around the large ornately decorated room on a leash was bad enough when Kevin dragged her around but now it felt laughable. It was like Halloween only they all took it so seriously.

"Shit!" Brandi said quietly. 

"Pet is with me," Kelly said, dangling the leash in her hand.

"So what powder face? You're not getting in my way," Jude grinned lopsidedly at her.

"Shit!" Brandi repeated. 'I'm in trouble now. He was supposed to look after me.' A moment of fear moved her closer to Kelly. She felt so vulnerable with her hands chained and wouldn't be able to escape in the high heels. It occurred to her in a flash of inspiration that was why men liked women to wear them.

"Little me wouldn't think of 'interfering' with you dear, but these lovely big men would rush to help a damsel in distress," she said with a flutter of her false eyelashes. "If I see you anywhere near her I'll fetch an army of big brave men."

Brandi felt as though she were hiding from the big bad wolf behind mom's skirts. She watched Jude look about nervously. 

"Don't get your knickers in a twist, Doll." 

"I don't wear any, sweetie, or do I mean sweaty?" Kelly said in a childish voice.

"You're a slut!" Jude spat the words in exasperation and strode away.

Brandi looked up at her gallant protector with a big grin on her face. "Good for you Kelly, I mean Doll!" she corrected herself with a sheepish grin. "Thanks. Was that true though?"

"I never wear them and yes, any of the men here would love the chance to do me a favour," she giggled, while sticking out her small breasts.

Instead of tiles in the rest room, a carpet allowed them both to walk in without falling on high heels. "You might find it easier to place your feet like this. You don't mind a bit of advice do you?" Kelly asked.

"No, I'm new to all this." Brandi said. "What am I saying? Stop talking like some dizzy doll. Why in hell are you talking and dressed like that? You're Kelly for heavens sake, not some China Doll. Shit! You bitch, you did this to me!" she ranted. 

"Oh, my, god!"

The lights were bright here and for the first time it was possible to see the full effect of the outfit. Brandi knew it was tight around her breasts, showing the nipples off, but lower down was a surprise. The thin leather pulled between her lips in an indecent camel toe. 

She turned around for a view of her ass. She could feel it pulling between the cheeks. Her bottom was shown off to its best, but flaunting it so rudely was not on.

"Don't worry, Pet, it's a decent outfit compared to most. That will be my name for you, Petal. You should shave though. Your bush is bunching up in there," she laughed, sounding more like Kelly.

"Don't criticise others; it's a rule of the club. At least I don't get off being pierced," Kelly giggled.

'Damn! Was it that obvious?' Brandi flushed hot in embarrassment.

Before Brandi could retaliate, her friend went down on both knees to loosen the outfit. "Here let's get you undone before you wet yourself," Kelly said.

"Hey!" Brandi yelped. She tried to fight her friend off but almost fell. A few tugs at zips and the bottom half of the suit peeled off. 

"Just pull the crotch to one side when you sit down," Kelly advised. 

Feeling embarrassed, Brandi made for the cubicle as fast as she could on the high heels. When she stood up, the thin piece of leather cupped her pussy once more in a tight camel toe. Behind her all was revealed though. The leather was no more than a thong between her cheeks. 

"Where's the rest of it?" 

"It's safe in my purse. Come on," Kelly ordered with a tug of the leash. 

"No way, you stupid doll! I'm not going out there like this. The piercing was bad enough. I still haven't forgotten that!" Brandi decided to shut her mouth for she was too vulnerable right now to rile her so called friend.

It was like leading a wild pony to the corral, but Kelly was used to high heels and outmanoeuvred her. She slapped her ass at the door to propel her into the main room.

"No! Please, I can't," Brandi complained. She had to keep up or fall flat on her face. It was an agony of humiliation showing off her lovely little tight bottom to everyone. She dare not look around, yet needed to know if everyone was staring. No one seemed to have noticed or if they had they didn't care.

Passing the bar, they squeezed between men and women and the 'baldies'. Brandi felt her bottom scrape across someone's hairy bare ass. 'Yuk!' she thought.

"Hi, Doll, want a drink?" One of the bald guys asked. "You can take one over to Kevin."

While waiting for the barman he looked Brandi over. "The pet needs something on those," he said, pointing to Brandi's nipples. "Is it OK?" he asked Kelly.

Brandi was embarrassed from being talked about as though she weren't there but kept quiet, not wanting to be there, wanting to get back to the safety of the booth. She looked over at Kevin with a mixture of anger and a need for his protection.

She gasped when the guy pulled on one of her nipples. She tried to reach up to protect it, but of course the chain prevented it. In dismay she watched him slip a loop around it and tighten what looked like a piece of wire jewellery. 

She looked daggers at Kelly for she had given this complete stranger permission to touch her breasts. Again she was being manipulated too quickly to rally a defence. It was all over before she could even complain.

He pulled at the other one through the thin leather and slipped another over her nipple. She could feel it gripping tight and watched it swell.

He gave her a round tray which she held against her tummy unable to move her hands very far out from her body. He placed two drinks and a bottle of water on the tray. 

"She'd make a good pony-girl. Tell Kevin to bring her over to the stable for training sometime." He patted Brandi's bottom and thankfully they moved off.

"Damn, what's that?" She hadn't noticed the little bells dangling from her nipples until they rang with each step. The bizarre jewellery unnerved her but she kept in step with Kelly, desperate to get back to Kevin. 

"You've passed, Petal," Kelly told her. "Big John doesn't make an offer like that to just anyone." 

To be fair he hadn't mauled her breasts, he merely fitted the nasty things to her nipples. It didn't make sense to her like most of this evening. How could it be OK to manhandle her nipples? She steadied the tray and glanced at the new jewellery. Her nipples were still swelling!

At the booth Kelly took the tray to place it on the table so Brandi could sink to the floor and sit at Kevin's feet. She smiled at Kevin and left on another tour of the club.

"Good grief, what happened to you?" Kevin asked.

Without pausing for breath she recounted everything. It was as though Everest had been conquered she was so high. Nuzzling his knee with her chin to scratch an itch she looked up at him. "You were right, it has been an experience. Scary and shit!" she said with emphasis.

"It's so weird. As soon as I get used to something, another situation slaps my sense of decency. You were right, this place is fascinating, weird, but fascinating," she managed a slight laugh, trying to make the best of it.

Kevin looked at her with jealousy clouding his face, for all the times he had visited he hadn't experienced so much. Perhaps he could learn through her what it was all about. He knew she didn't intend to return, but perhaps he could find a way to persuade her.

Kevin had plenty of material to write up and Brandi's head was spinning from the assault to her senses so they decided to call it a night and head for home.

Kevin joined her in the changing room. "I can't find Kelly anywhere so how about a ride home," he said.

"Sure but you're not coming in for coffee," she said meaningfully.

Arriving home she sat a moment wondering, as she had during the ride, what was it all about? She had been excited, shocked and frightened all in one evening. Her senses had been through a roller coaster of a ride.

Brandi held out her hand and he took it and kissed it. "No! The key!" she laughed. He went through his pockets then again.

"I must have left it at the club, sorry! Tomorrow, I'll get them, tomorrow," he promised.

She looked at his face seeing sincerity and just sighed. She dragged herself out of the car feeling tired. Leaning in she told him, "You had better, or else." She didn't know what, 'or else' meant, but knew she would be angry enough to think of something. 

***

She just had to take a shower to clear her mind of that damn club and wash off its effect. Pulling back her long dark hair she looked again at her poor pierced ears. 'What are my parents going to say?'

She felt like a rebel with a secret. A hot flush and a tingle of arousal pushed her to examine them. She pulled on the lock, feeling again he had an advantage over her body. She fingered the collar and somehow felt he had ownership of her body, that she was his. 

It was just her ears that had been pierced, she tried to tell herself, yet it felt as though something deeper had been pierced. Symbolically her sex had been pierced and he had the key to it. He had said something like that earlier, but she couldn't recall the exact technical words.

She ran the shower in the tub but was so tired she lay down. Lying in the tub with the water falling she opened her legs to feel the water hitting her split pussy, adding to an already aroused body. Fondling the earring locks with a finger and thumb, her ears sent delightful messages to her pussy. A feeling of being owned, subject to and controlled by another was taking over. She was losing control. A delicious orgasm overcame her with both legs thrashing in the water, churning it up into foaming bubbles.  

As though awakening from a dream, she came to and snatched her hands away from her ears. She could hardly reach the taps to turn of the hot water she felt so tired. It splashed her thighs now, not her private little place.

***

She slept well and knew it for it was so hard to rise. When she moved, a wet patch was felt and she giggled. Last night's episode flooded her mind to turn the giggle to a look of worry. 'What did they do to me?'

On the drive into college she fingered the miniature locks, glancing in the mirror, checking that her hair covered them. Brandi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "It's done now so live with it," she told herself. The holes would close up soon enough and anyway they would be hidden in her long hair.




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 01



In class she could hardly concentrate, wanting to finger them. They itched a little but that wasn't it. At break time she would have to search out Kevin. Several times she had to shake off the feeling of being locked up by him. 

When she asked a question of the lecturer, the little word, 'Sir' slithered from her lips. It had such a different meaning now. Or, did it? Wasn't it just a form of deferment, a way of showing respect? It was having an effect on her anyway. 

She tried to pass off the warmth in her belly as being from last night, but knew it was from saying that little word and the earrings too. She kept her head down, wondering if anyone noticed a change in her.

***

"Sorry, I haven't been back to the club. I've been writing up my notes and researching," he said. 

Brandi slammed the phone down. Not a great decision as she needed the damn key. Two days she had tried to get a hold of him. It sounded like an excuse and when he said to meet him at the club she knew it was. Well, she could wait until Friday.

Kelly too had kept out of the way but at last Kelly answered the phone. "Are you going to the club Friday? Good I need your protection. No! It's just to get the damn key. Stop laughing bitch! It's your fault. OK! OK! Great trick, it's no big deal," Brand lied. She looked forward to this next visit and would scheme a fitting revenge over the next few days.

***

Brandi changed into the lewd outfit examining it in the mirror.

She looked the part but then unzipped the legs of the leather one-piece and stowed them in a locker with the rest of her clothes. 

She nervously checked herself out in the mirror looking at her bare ass. "It's time to kick ass and it won't be mine," she said quietly. With head held high she marched to the piercing guy. He didn't have a spare key but that was alright for she had a plan.

Nervously she entered the main room. If she saw the lesbian again she was in the mood to deal with her. "Hi Kelly! Kevin isn't here yet. Her friend was dressed in her lewd outfit though it didn't seem so bad now. Neither did hers, so maybe she was becoming immune to it all.

"I was thinking about another piercing."

"You what? I was right you did enjoy it!" She laughed with head thrown back. "Here, I'll lead the way," she said, taking a hold of the leash attached to Brandi's collar.

Brandi smiled behind her friends back not minding being led as it was her friend who was being led into a trap. They walked back to the piercing guy with a little skip to their step, both for different reasons though.

"You first!" Brandi said, feigning last minute nerves.

Kelly looked at her then glanced at they guy. He held a gun that would clamp a fake ring to her ear. She laughed and sat in the chair. "I knew it. You're not that brave yet. OK! Go ahead."

Brandi moved in close examining her ear as though curious. Kelly closed her eyes for even the fake piercing hurt as it pinched a sensitive part of the ear. 

Brandi grabbed her tongue at the same time the guy grabbed the piercing gun from under the seat. 

"Wha! Nooo!" Kelly yelled and kicked out at both of them.

It happened like clockwork; mouth open to speak, tongue grabbed, piercing machine went snap!

"Thit! Whaa uuu doth. Coow!" Kelly mumbled and grumbled. 

The guy looked to make sure her tongue didn't swell too much. "That's the end of it! No more tricks." He pronounced. 

Brandi was pleased with the result and thought the sacrifice had been worth it. She had made up to the guy swinging her hips at him and showing off her bare ass only to find he was gay. 

They had both laughed and started talking and eventually he had agreed to help her exact revenge. 

"Thanks sooo much, revenge is sweet." Brandi laughed.

"You two bugger off and don't come back." He scowled. 

Brandi reached up to him and kissed his cheek and ruffled his hair. When his cheeks coloured in embarrassment she gave him a big smile. 'He's so cute what a pity he's gay.' It was good job she didn't voice the thought otherwise he would have jibed at the typical remark.

Pulling her friend away from the mirror by a chain they trooped back into the main room. They made their way to the booth hoping to see Kevin. 

"You bitch! What am I going to tell my parents," Kelly complained. 

"You seemed to enjoy it. You spent enough time in front of the mirror," she countered. "You'll just have to keep your mouth shut for a change," she laughed.

"Leth's go to the westwoom," Kelly said, slowly. "I need to check it out. It had better be a good one!" 

Brandi was surprised her friend was taking it so well but then she was into this, what ever it was called. Kevin had described it as a counter-culture or sub-culture.

Kelly pointed to the chains on Brandi's costume and helped her clip them in place. Still on a high Brandi let her while trying hard not to laugh every time her friend spoke. Revenge had been exacted so all that remained was to collect the key and she would be free of the place.

She let Kelly lead her by the leash needing her protection. It was a surprise how easily she slipped into the role of a collared submissive on a leash.

Kelly stepped to one side and before she could stop Brandi fell over a padded bar set at waist height. Kelly pulled the leash down sharply and tied it to a solid ring bolt mounted in the floor. Brandi was bent over with head almost touching the floor. Opening her mouth to shout a ball was shoved into her mouth and fastened around the back of her head.

It had happened so quick she just lay there stunned. Recovering slowly, she was about to kick out but too late. Kelly deftly secured one ankle then the other. 

"Thow! Dam you! So! Wha yo thin o' thith? Who's got their mouth shut now?" Kelly crowed in delight. She was getting used to the stud in her tongue and if she annunciate carefully she didn't lisp.

Brandi thought her friend might laugh like a mad professor from a cheap movie, but she didn't. She stopped struggling realising it was just wiggling her ass about. It felt so vulnerable and inviting being ass up with bare cheeks on display. Inviting what though? She shuddered and lay still breathing heavily.

The gag was doing something to her too. She tried to suck on it but saliva dribbled past the red ball. She tried to spit the awful thing out again but it was firmly in place and worse, it was useless trying to reason with her friend. The words were a garbled mess worse than Kelly's lisp.

A crowd gathered round to watch the show. An agony of embarrassment made her pull at the chain at her throat but she quickly gave it up from choking. Damn the collar, damn the chains. She pulled her legs together but that was useless too.

She knew only too well the view they had of her leather cupped lips. 'Shit! No!' She could feel her lips swelling. With her legs spread they might slip out of the little purse of leather holding them. 

The humiliation was working on her in an unexpected way. Rather than helping keep under control it was driving her on, stoking her up. 

"The bad slave gyrl needs punishing," Kelly announced.

'Have I been demoted to slave?' she wondered with a touch of hysteria threatening to overwhelm her. 

Kelly slapped a bare cheek. They both yelped in unison, one of them spraying spittle the other lisping. The crowd laughed. 

The embarrassment deepened. Her lips became wetter and fuller.

Brandi was revealing a shocking newly discovered secret about herself. This abuse was turning her on. Was it the gag? She remembered the dentist and groaned. Was it being so vulnerable? She squirmed over the padded bar. Surely it couldn't be the exhibitionism. 

She felt like a bad slave gyrl now, a very naughty disgusting little slave gyrl behaving like a bitch on heat to all those dogs watching her. Did they want to mount her? Did they lust over her? Did they want her cute little ass?

The thoughts shocked her more than the next slap upon her virgin bottom. Not even her parents had chastised her like this. Like this? Like this? Tied down, ass up before strangers, how could she even contemplate such a thing? 

Her best friend was spanking her like a naughty little girl and in public too. 'I'm twenty-one I can't be dishonoured like this.'

"No!" She bleated repeatedly despite the word being a useless meaningless noise.

Someone had passed Kelly a cane to save her soft hand. She too was a beginner and was given expert advice. Brandi hardly heard the conversation for she was lost in her own little world of agonising doubts. She didn't want to accept what her body was telling her.

A couple more swipes of the cane and an orgasm took over whipping away all reservations. A deep orgasm rocked her body flooding her mind with emotions. The leather cupping her sex gave up its protection to display her lewdly swollen lips. 

Her little brown puckered asshole was flexing, gripped tight then loosened, offering up everything to them. She pointed her bare bottom up at her tormentor as though needing more.

Driven on and on the orgasm flooded her senses washing all resistance away. There was no more pretending, she was hooked on humiliation, on being helpless, on flaunting her aroused body. At least for that moment all thought melted to a bundle of raw nerve endings assaulted by the basest feelings. 

If they had been dogs they would have mounted her one after another according to their social position in the pack. Instead the crowd cheered their appreciation of someone letting go their innermost inhibitions; celebrating someone brave enough to show they were just a wanton bitch in heat.

Kelly cooled down realising she had gone too far. She quickly unstrapped her friend's ankles and untied the leash. She was too heavy for the light framed Kelly to carry. "Shit! Sorry!" she whispered in the motionless young woman's ear.

Kevin came bustling up to them and carried Brandi away to the changing room. He tried to pour a Brandy down her throat but she just spluttered for it to spill over her heaving chest. He stripped off the leather and fumbled getting her dressed. 

"It's OK! Thanks. I can handle it from here," she said, her voice nothing more than a hoarse whisper. 

"Are you sure? To the regulars that was quite a thing but you are just a novice. I'll drive you home, you're in no fit state," he told her.

He drove her home. This time there was no teasing repartee at all. She slid from the seat wincing at the sting of her bottom and flashed him a wane smile. So overcome with guilt at the exhibition she forgot to ask about the key.

***

In the apartment she had a lot to think about. Fortunately it was early and her roommate hadn't returned. She showered wondering about the orgasm and at the same time not wanting to. The hot water splashed between her legs and she opened up. Reaching down she hesitated then changed her mind.

Her best friend had whipped her bare ass in front of strangers and the orgasm had been mind-blowing. It had been so humiliating but just thinking about it was stoking her. The other evening she had a nice comfortable cum but earlier, that was awe-inspiring. Again she wondered what they were doing to her. 

She lay on the bed twiddling with the earrings and fingered the collar. A feeling of regret that it hadn't been Kevin caning her occurred and she considered that too. It was all too much too soon.

Reaching to the floor for her backpack she rummaged around to find a rule.

She turned over on the bed almost in the same position as earlier and separated her legs. She slapped her bottom with the rule imagining it was Kevin; just as an experiment. She slapped harder. Kevin was her master spanking her for being a naughty little whore exhibiting herself to strangers in the club.

The hand moved between her legs finding her lips swollen and hot. She easily found a hard swollen bud, surprisingly extended and so ready. She worked on it in a frenzy of fingering, but could only produce a disappointing superficial orgasm. 

It was enough though. Snuggling into bed she pulled the comforter up over her head and was soon snoring grandly.

***

She hadn't spoken to either Kelly or Kevin for a few days getting some space to sort her head out. Brandi was unsure if the feelings she had were from the assault on her senses at the club or had they released something dark from within.

"Hi! Kevin! Yea, I'm fine. Really!" she lied. I was thinking about the stable. John invited us over last Friday. I do, it would be interesting. Only if Kelly agrees to it. OK. Friday." She put the phone down and picked it up again.

"Hi Kelly. Yea! OK! Sorry. Well I'm sorry too. Look, Kevin invited me to the stable. John's stable. I'm not sure what it is but he needs me to go to help him with his work. Will you be my protector? Of course I do. You forgive me for the piercing? I'm not sure I want to talk about what you did yet, perhaps Friday? OK! Yea, yea, yea, gotta go," she smirked.

***

The three of them arrived at the stable. It was a large solitary old house in the hills way past Thousand Oaks. There were horses in a paddock and just visible past the side of the house were stables. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as though it was just a wealthy mans home. 

Brandi was both relieved and a little disappointed. She had been confident of carrying out her plan but here and now there were doubts. The whole idea had been to teach her friend not to mess with her but could she convince John.

They sipped chilled drinks over casual conversations until the subject turned to the club. While the group of eight guests carried on chatting about what they liked and disliked in the world of bondage Brandi sidled off with John. Kevin was enthralled not noticing her absence and Kelly was in the bathroom.

***

"OK!" John said in a large booming voice commanding attention. "Let's have some fun." The regulars filed out behind him with the three following. 

"Just a minute," Brandi said, taking a hold of Kevin's arm. "John said we could take a look at the dungeon," seeing him hesitate she added. "I'm not interested in watching them change. We can catch up with them later. It's this way come on."

Kelly wasn't interested in Pony-Girls either but enjoyed the spectacle. As soon as they entered the stable one of the women sank to her knees taking a submissive pose with hands behind her neck thrusting out her breasts and knees spread. 

Kelly looked around at the equipment and was impressed. She watched the woman strip off to get changed into a tight leather costume with two men helping her into it.

The large powerful one of the two, Evan, went into a stall leaving the other to complete the task. 

"Come over here and take a look at some of the equipment," John said, his voice sounding like a command every time he spoke. 

As Kelly walked in they grabbed her arms pulling them up to cuff the wrists to a chain hanging from the ceiling. She yelled and cursed them until a bit was put between her teeth. She continued to struggle but the words were garbled. 

They methodically striped her with apparent ease from experience. Kelly looked around for her friends, eyes wide with fear still babbling incoherently. The men pulled a one-piece black leather suit onto a leg, then the other, to pull it up her body.

Loosening one arm after the other they managed to wrap her body in the pony suit. A hood was added with the blinkers in place blocking her vision. They held her bent over a bar for John to unzip the back of the suit. When he slathered grease up her backside she kicked out.

He was ready for her having completed this task many times before. 

Kelly was petrified thinking they were going to rape her ass. There was no way with her arms tied over the bar she was going anywhere but that didn't stop her fighting. For a moment she remembered Brandi being in the same position at the club. 

A probe at her asshole brought her round to the present. She shrieked then relaxed finding it wasn't a cock up her ass. Still it was bad enough. What the hell were they doing to her? She felt the suit zipped up keeping it fixed in position. It was also shaped so it couldn't be expelled.

"What a fine filly! Swish your tail Pony-girl," he told her. She didn't understand so he slapped her ass and pulled on the butt plug. Kerry swore loudly and fervently at the same time trying to push the damn butt plug out. Trying to shake it free she wiggled her bottom swishing a fine horse hair tail. It was buried in her ass and tied up to the back of the suit so it stood proud behind her.

Feeling it swing she realised what they had done to her. 'Damn the bastards. Why the hell have they picked on me?' Then she wondered if Brandi was in the next stall. Breathing heavily from the exertion she tried to calm down. There was no use in fighting. 

They fitted her with boots shaped like horse's hooves and reins to the bit in her mouth. While Evan held onto the reins John arranged her breasts where they stuck out of the suit. A few more adjustments and they were ready to join the others.

Hesitantly she took a step. There was no way she was going to run away. They kept a hold of her so she didn't fall. If she did it would hurt for her wrists were cuffed to the suits waist meaning she wouldn't be able to break the fall with her hands.

With every careful step the tail bounced reminding her of the butt plug moving around in her ass. They tied her reins to a fence post to watch another more experienced Pony-girl put through her paces. 

Kelly gripped the bit between her teeth but it was no good there was no way to bite through it or spit it out. She continued to curse them under her breath. She was completely helpless and there was no sign of her friends.

At least it seemed she wasn't going to be used unless this counted as being a sex object. She wondered why it was so popular whereas to her it seemed ridiculous. Watching the woman out there in the corral she still couldn't fathom it.

The woman was trotting around in a circle while a man stood in the middle holding onto reins in one hand and a whip in the other. Whenever she made a mistake the whip would flick out stinging her rump.

Kelly had an awful feeling she might me expected to perform out there next. A shudder rippled through her body. She concentrated on how the woman lifted her legs in a pony trotting exercise. Occasionally she even lifted her head snorting like one.



Brandi and Kelly Ch. 02



"Wow! Look at this," Kevin said. 

"What is it?" Brandi asked. With so many devices around the walls and in cupboards it was difficult to single out just one item. 

"It's a signed photo of John Norman! Never mind I'll tell you who he is later. Do you want to try out some of these?" he asked.

Bringing him down to the dungeon was just a ruse to get him out of the way so she wasn't interested in actually doing something down here. About to tell him to just look around she spotted a rack where dozens of pairs of cuffs were hanging. A tingling sensation warmed her up on seeing them. Could it be that? Was it the sensation of being helpless that released her inhibitions?

"If you like," she shrugged, feigning disinterest. Unconsciously she fingered a pierced earring, still locked in place. 

Kevin opened a wardrobe and pulled out an outfit. "Here, try this on it looks your size. It will help get into the mood," he added when she gave him an exaggerated look of contemp.

"If you promise to unlock these damn earrings I'll wear it and this time, I mean it!" she said, flashing a mean look at him. 

With a definite tingle between the legs she emerged from the bathroom. On seeing his look of approval the tingling between her legs upped a notch. Looking in the wall length mirror she could see why he approved. 

The black leather was skin tight, cut high over the hips with most of her ass hanging out. 'Well he's seen more than that when he undressed me at the club,' she reasoned. The long leather arm sleeves were difficult to clip together so she let them hang loose. 

"If you hear anyone coming I'll get changed I don't want to be seen like this," she told him.

"Turn around," he said.

She turned to let him fasten the sleeves. "Hey! What are you doing? Damn! Kevin let me go, don't fool around, someone might come in," she complained. He had clipped the two sleeves together pinning her arms up her back.

Reaching up to a chain dangling from the ceiling he clipped her wrists to it. Hoisting it up and toward the wall she was forced to bend over.

"Stop messing around Kevin. What if someone comes in and sees me like this?" she told him sounding angrier than ever. As it was Kevin she felt reasonably safe knowing he was just playing around; less seriously than the others at any rate. She would have to be careful though as she was becoming aroused. 

"So what if someone sees you, this is a dungeon after all. By the way haven't you forgotten something?" he asked with laughter lighting up his voice.

"Like what?" she managed to say while squirming around under the chain.

"You call me master, right!"

"No way Kevin! I'm in no mood to play your stupid games. I want to get out there to see what," the words dried up knowing Kevin wouldn't have approved of the trick she played on Kelly. She needed to get free to get out there to make sure they didn't go too far with her.

When she opened her mouth to demand he let her go he shoved a ball into her mouth. A red ball gag filled her mouth and she groaned. "Damn!" she shouted. The sound was loud but meaningless. The sensual feelings from long ago when her braces had been stuck together by that inexperienced dentist came flooding back. 

Brandi yelled at him but he just stood there watching her. She was stoked up now feeling the arousal so strongly she could feel herself opening up. Was it her imagination or could she smell her sex juicing up. 

He reached round under her to unzip the outfit. For a moment she thought he was releasing her, until her breasts fell out. 

"Shit! No! Put them back!" she yelled at him. It didn't have to make sense for he bloody well knew what she was saying. Her eyes were wide as she desperately thrashed about under the chain. Heaving and pulling at the chain only hurt her arms. It was useless fighting as it was obviously installed for this purpose and wouldn't give.

The struggling stopped so as to look at Kevin with what she hoped was a plea for help. It was spoilt by both cheeks looking full with lips protruding around the ball in an exaggerated pout. Her eyes must have won him over as he fiddled with the ties behind her head. 

She spat it out and took a deep breath. "Thanks," she sighed.

"So? What was it like, being gagged," he asked, the enthusiasm radiating his face. He dabbed at the saliva on her chin with a tissue.

"Crap! Don't ever do that again," she said quietly. "Don't just stand there get me loose," she told him.

Kevin looked bemused. This wasn't going how he hoped it would. She wasn't giving him anything he could use for the thesis, so perhaps he needed another lab-rat. He bent behind her to undo the clips holding her arms but hesitated.

He smelt her sex. "Did you say you don't like being tied up?"

"Of course not, would you?"

"We're not talking about me. You're lying."

"Just untie me, now! Hey! Don't you dare," she yelled.

He held his hand firmly between her legs. "You're so wet I can smell your sex. You did enjoy it and you're enjoying it now," he said with glee. 

He stood in front of her scowling. "I thought you came here to help."

She dare not tell him the truth or he would have something over her. If he told Kelly of had plan, the pony-girl thing, there would be big trouble between them. She glared back at him.

She watched him reach forward and grab her breasts. "Don't you dare, leave them alone. I didn't say you could touch me like that. Stop it right now Kevin."

"Call me Master," he said, this time meaning it.

She tried not to like the gentle touch but was already hot and he knew it. His hands cupped her breasts, not as a boyfriend would, so it felt odd yet stimulating. There was no way she was going to let him know that or give in to his demands.

"Ouch! You bastard, let go," she yelped when he pinched her nipples.

"Say, 'Master' and ask politely," he demanded.

'Oh, shit!' this was doing something to her. Was it the pain? Much more of this and she would have to give in. So close to an orgasm! No way was she going to do that, not in front of him.

"Master, master, master. Satisfied?" 

"No! Do it properly." 

She took a deep breath trying to control the arousal, trying not to think about it. "Please, Master." 

She couldn't lift her head to look at him and right beneath her eyes were these fingers gripping her nipples, twisting them. It was painful and she couldn't do a damn thing about it, he had complete control over her and it was stoking her furnace to a red-hot heat.

"Please Master," she started again then realised she just couldn't ask him to stop. He had her on the edge, in desperation to cum, and there wasn't a fucking thing she could do about it. She heard the raggedness of each breathe being sucked into a wide open mouth.

"Please Master," she said, hoping he didn't realise what she was asking. That she wanted him to continue so she could cum.

"Tell me!" he demanded. He wanted to know what it was like being helpless from her point of view and if she didn't volunteer it he would extract it, after all this was a dungeon.

"Please Master, let me cum," the words were breathed out on a half sob of desperation. This new experience was too much to withstand taking her beyond anything she had ever experienced. The complete loss of control, the pain and the humiliation, it was all too much.

In surprise Kevin moved back forgetting to let go of her nipples, pulling them up and out in a painful twist. He almost apologised but the unexpected outburst stopped him. He twisted her nipples again to hear once more the moan, a cross between pain and pleasure.

"I'm cumin master, I'm cumin master," she chanted on every out breath. She lifted her head to yell a screech from deep within her belly. She collapsed then righted herself after almost dislocating her shoulders.

Kevin took a close look between her legs where he found she hadn't been acting, this time she had revealed the truth. This was worth investigating more closely.

"Why did you cum, tell me," he whispered in her ear. "Was it the pain? The confinement, calling me master?" he asked.

"Everything," she sighed. The powerful orgasm left her soft and vulnerable and ready to submit. 

"I am your master. Your master made you cum. Is that right?" he asked, fixing a determined deep tone in his voice.

"Yes master, thank you master," she replied. She hung from the chain, eyes half closed, glowing hot and sweating from a powerful orgasm.

"Do you always cum like that?"

"No, I just couldn't help it. I don't understand. I didn't even play with myself. I'm sorry Kevin," she said quietly. It felt so shameful to have revealed so much, to have cum in front of someone who was just an acquaintance. 

Brandi felt stupid to have let her self be trapped but now realised why she had given in. If the result had been guessed at there was no way she would have submitted to the degrading spectacle. She told herself it had been a test to see what would happen but only half believed it.

She needed to get free and time to think. Then she remembered Kelly. "Please Master," she said in a low subdued voice. "May we go and join the others. Please!" she said, assuming a hopeful tone of voice.

Kevin needed to think about this too. He also wanted to see the Pony-Girls working out which would be another new experience. He unclipped the arm cuffs helping her stand straight. She was already wearing a collar so he clipped a leash to it and led her out of the dungeon. He was determined to experiment with the lab-rat again and felt this would be a valuable weekend.

***

Brandi was pleased to escape the dungeon and his too personal questions as to how she felt. It was almost normal to be led outside on a leash and she had forgotten about her ass being on display though she had asked him to cover her breasts. While he tied the leash to a post by the corral she looked around for Kelly. 

There was an obviously well trained pony trotting around beside a novice. Every mistake was met with a slap of the whip by a trainer. John and the others were commenting on the poor woman's progress. She looked awkward in the hooves but seemed to be getting used to them. Brandi winced seeing a strike of the whip to the woman's rump.

Still shaken by the uncontrollable orgasm she continued to defer to Kevin. "Master?" she said.

"What is it slave?" 

She winced at the word 'slave' but continued to play along after all it was only a word. She needed Kevin for protection and for something else. She couldn't understand what it was but an unusual feeling was forming leaving her dependent on him. 

"Where is Kelly, Master?" she asked.

"Out there," he pointed to the novice pony in the corral.

"Oh, my god!" Brandi said under her breath. They had transformed her so completely she didn't recognise her friend. Most of the face was covered but her figure too was disguised as the hoof-boots changed the posture. Lips protruded over the bit reminding Brandi of the red ball-gag in her mouth from a few moments ago.

She wasn't wearing a head plume like the other woman but Kevin was saying it would be awarded once she passed this first test of training. Brandi concentrated on her friend out there trotting around in a large circle with a trainer holding the reins, guiding and chastising with a whip.

This had all gone too far. There was no way she could admit to having tricked her friend into this. From what they were saying it looked as though she was going to be kept all day in that outfit, being broken in. 

Kelly was already an admitted submissive so what effect would this intensive training have. Brandi cringed at the thought of Kelley finding out who it was that put her through this despicable treatment.

"Master?"

"Yes, slave?"

"May I speak to John, Master?" Feeling so low made it easier to demean herself with such humble words. It felt like a punishment for what had been done to her friend.

Kevin was pleased with how well Brandi was coming along. His lab rat had been softened up, ready to go back into the dungeon for more experiments. He wasn't sure why she had become so amenable but didn't care just so long as the co-operation lasted.

Brandi felt terrible and was prepared to plead with John not to reveal it was her idea to dress Kelly up as a pony-girl. That is all the plan entailed not this demeaning training exercise.

"Sir," she said, while standing beside him waiting for attention.

"Hi Brandi, what do you think of our new Pony-Girl?" John asked.

"Great. Err. I was wondering if we could keep this to ourselves, I mean, my suggestion to, err..."

John looked at her assessing the young woman then looked out over the other new-girl. "I see. So this had something to do with your spanking at the club." Seeing her eyes widen in surprise he knew the guess was right. 

"Feeling bad about it now? I see you've been playing in the dungeon with Kevin. He's keen to learn. If you agree to join Kevin in the dungeon for a little playtime with him I'll keep our secret. You trot along with him and do as you're told. Mind you keep our bargain."

"Yes, Sir, thanks sir." Brandi answered. Walking back to Kevin she wondered if this was a wise agreement. Had she given in too easily? Looking at her friend spurred her on to get out of the way.

"John said we should go to the dungeon. Unless you would rather stay and watch?" Brandi prompted, hoping he had lost interest in the unpleasant place.

*** In the dungeon she looked around at the equipment more keenly this time wondering if he intended to use some of these dreadful things. Well there was only so far she would go and that didn't include what happened before. No way was she going to lose control like that.

"So what was it that affected you so much?" Kevin asked.

Brandi was embarrassed being reminded of the awful episode. "Let's just drop it shall we." Gazing at the range of gags on display was starting that tingling feeling between the legs again. She turned her back on them and him, not wanting to be reminded of that feeling.

"Hey! What are you up to now?" He was clipping her arms together in the leather sleeves but she couldn't shake free. "Stop it! We only need to wait for John. Let's just look around. You can tell me all about this stuff." 

With her arms hoisted back and up on the chain she was stuck on the spot. Every struggle hurt her shoulders but there was no way she was going to give in so easily this time knowing what might happen.

"What the hell is that? Damn, Kevin! I don't want to play those naughty games," she complained, trying to sound forceful, but a quaver of fear sounded in her voice spoiling it.

He dragged over a solid looking bar with thick leather cuffs attached. He grabbed an ankle with both hands while she tried to kick out, each time eliciting a yelp of pain from a shoulder being stressed.

With one ankle fixed the other was easy. Breathing heavily from the exertion he told her. "This is a spreader bar. It's designed to, well, exactly as it name suggests, to spread your legs apart. I suppose it could be used for your wrists but it looks a bit heavy for that." 

"Why? You don't need to do this just tell me what to do," she complained. Brandi tried to think of a way to win him round as there was no way to break free.

He lowered the chain until she sat on the floor with legs spread wide in a lewd position. With her arms up her back she could only look down and it was embarrassing seeing the little piece of leather cupping her sex stretched tight over a pair of damp lips. 

"I don't like this Kevin, please stop. Whatever you're up to just tell me and I'll co-operate."

"That's the whole point. I don't want you to just co-operate I want you to feel helpless and . . ." He looked at her while struggling for the right words. "I want you to explain to me how it feels to be helpless. This is all a first time experience so it will be fresh and new. I'm in charge so all you have to do is submit. That's all you can do so there's no responsibility to feel you must say no. I mustn't tell you more or I'll put words in your mouth," he said, with that familiar look of enthusiasm.

The light in his eyes shone as though there were tears in them. His enthusiasm to learn was honest and fetching but no way was she going to be part of his experiments. A flash of embarrassment caught her off guard on realising that familiar tingling feeling was warming her up making it harder to refuse.

"No, Kevin! You can't do this to me. It's embarrassing. What if someone comes in?" she said. Hearing her own voice sounding less than convincing was a warning too.

"You're in the dungeon, so remember to call me Master," he demanded. 

"Fuck you!" she shouted.

He grinned and walked behind her. 

She felt him unzipping the leather holding her breasts. "No!" she said, the words exploding with ferocity. "Master! Please!" she said sarcastically. Neither way stopped him. Opening her mouth to reason with him she yelped instead when he nipped a nipple between a finger and thumb.

"Bastard," she yelled. The same gag as before was shoved into her mouth. This time she tried to spit it out as soon as the nasty thing was driven home but he quickly wrapped the ties behind her head pulling tight. She gave up struggling feeling the knot tighten.

"Damn! You can't do this to me!" she ranted mangled words at him. It was no good. He wasn't going to listen. Her arms were up her back and her legs spread before her and now she couldn't even talk him out of it. What ever plans he had were going to be carried out whatever she tried to say.

Perhaps if she thought about what and why it was happening to her she might be able to calm down. The gag had stoked her up that was for sure. It was humiliating to acknowledge it but it was true. Being helpless was working her up too. It was no good for every damnable shameful thought was arousing her.

He stood there looking down with a dominant stance that was becoming overpowering. She wanted to look up with appealing eyes for mercy but couldn't lift her head. He seemed to decide on something so she considered he was making this up as he went along. Maybe there was hope after all.

She watched as he unzipped the suit from between her legs. "OOO!" she yelled. He couldn't take her in this position could he? What in hells name was he up to?

Her sex was on view with a drift of musky odour wafting up to her nostrils. It was plainly opening up to him and she couldn't look away from the dishonourable spectacle. She was ready to be taken but surely he wouldn't go that far? She closed her eyes in fear of what he might do and the humiliation of how ready her sex was.

It might be ready but she wasn't; the rational part of her mind wasn't ready for this.

"It looks untidy in a tight suit. It needs a trim," he said. 

As it sunk in what he had in mind she nodded her head in relief that he wasn't going to take her. He smiled at her thinking she agreed. His back was turned while she shook her head trying to say 'no' but he had stopped trying to make sense of the garbled complaints.

He walked back with an armful of implements. These weren't just scissors there was a spray can and a blade glinting. "OOO!" she shouted. Surely he understood this was 'no', a really definite 'No'.

"You had better keep still, I don't want to nick you," he chuckled.

In an agony of disbelief she watched him smooth shaving cream between her legs. It would have been a fun feeling under different circumstances but here and now it was alarming. It was terrible knowing the very idea of being shaved was stoking her up. At least her lips were hidden under white foam but she could feel them responding to his attention.

'Damn him, damn him! Doesn't he know what he's doing to me?' "ease aster," she pleaded, with an expression of urgency upon her face intended to communicate a need for mercy.




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 02



She watched and felt a lip pulled from her pussy opening up this private place. The engorged red slit glistened with wet excitement. Thoughts baulked at the sensual messages being thrust into her mind.

"This is one of the reasons why there is a rubber mat on the carpet. To catch any fluids," he chuckled to himself thinking of other interesting messes that might be made here.

The dispassionate way he spoke made it all the more infuriating. He must realise what this was doing to her yet it was all so matter of fact with him. Brandi wouldn't be able to stand much more of this. "eassss aster," she tried to warn him off this path that was leading to an ultimate shame.

Her red hot sex seemed to steam up at her. Bent over it she could smell the juices flowing with inner muscles in spasm ready to orgasm. Her stomach tightened as she gave way to the inevitable.

Her legs kicked out within the shackles. Ignoring the pain in her shoulders and arms she lurched around in a deep all consuming orgasm.

"Well. That was really something," he stated. Kevin didn't know what to say. He had been right to use her in this experiment. What he would have to find out was how much his touch contributed to the orgasm and to what extent it was the humiliation of being shaved.

She sat quietly recovering while he continued shaving her pussy. Determined to bare all he thoroughly hunted for every hair until her crotch was smooth.

He patted it dry with a towel then felt the crease of her crotch to make sure. Every touch sent a shiver through her legs. Her breasts jiggled in an enticing way but he tried to keep his mind on the job in hand. He could feel his cock hard in his trousers but determined to keep it there.

Brandi sat quite still, unable to move. It felt as though her body was trembling but it was an internal jingling of nerve endings. The deep orgasm had taken over without the slightest chance of fighting it. It was some small relief that he was ignoring it. She couldn't though. It made her want to tell him he was a shit for treating her with so little regard.

The gag prevented a torrent of abuse that was forming ready to spill out. Conflicting emotions swung her thoughts between hating him and loving him from what he was doing to her. He was treating her like a laboratory guinea pig yet twice he made her cum more deeply than she ever had.

What made it so bad was that this dreadful treatment was working. Was she becoming conditioned to it or was he just revealing something that had always been hidden in her subconscious. Whatever it was she was becoming more sensitive to a submissive side of her personality. This didn't worry her it was the question of how far he would take it that was frightening.

While he had her subdued he unzipped the leather suit from around her body careful not to release more than one limb at a time. He then strapped a harness around her body. The leather straps entwined her body revealing everything. Thin chains connected wrists from a ring on the collar and from the waist to both ankles. The tight leather harness kept her bent over.

He eased her on to all fours where she hung her head to hide her face and shame in long black silky hair. 

With the leash clipped to the collar he pulled until she choked then began to crawl at heel around the large room. He jerked the leash to get her to turn. After a few turns she awoke from the troubled thoughts.

"ease aster, hat oo ooing?" she complained. 'This is ridiculous, what's he up to now?'

"I'm training you as a pet to obey my commands," he told her.

Brandi halted and sat on the soft carpet refusing to budge. When choking from a tug on the leash she pointed to the gag wanting it out. If she was to escape this torment she would have to start talking and persuading him. 

"When you learn obedience," he told her. She folded her arms meaning 'nothing doing!' He flicked her back with the leash eliciting a yelp. She looked up at him with a stern look upon her face and growled.

He raised the leash again, but she shrugged and lent forward back into position on all fours. It was obviously a reluctant move but he was pleased with himself. As inexperienced as he was it seemed to be working. He would have to ask John for advice later but for now this seemed to be effective.

With each circuit of the room she became less obstructive resigning herself to the inevitable. 'Just hurry up and have your fun, otherwise someone might come in and see me like this. That damn Kevin has been lucky. As soon as I get out of this he's in trouble, the bastard!'

He drew her to a halt on the large rubber mat. "Sit!" he told her. In a huff she sat back looking at the chains gripping her ankles and wrists. They restricted movements allowing a crawl but prevented her getting at the damn collar.

"I'm going to remove the gag but you will remain silent. Do you understand?" he asked.

She nodded her head and acknowledged with sarcasm, "es aster."

"Bastard, what do you think you are playing at?" she exploded with frustration. Before she could move he grabbed a nipple and twisted it. "Owwww!" she shrieked. It was difficult to move away unless she crawled so just sat there, suffering in silence.

"What did I tell you?" he asked. When she gave him a sullen look he twisted again.

"Owww! Not to speak," she cried out. 

"What have you forgotten? What do you call me?" he asked.

She was about to call him a nasty little shit, but relented as his fingers still held a nipple. "Master," she said with obvious hostility.

He took hold of both nipples and she gasped, though he hadn't tweaked them yet. "When I order you to do something what do you say?"

Sitting curled over under the pressure of the harness and chains looking at his hands there was only one thing she could say. "Yes, Master," she said, trying to sound less antagonistic. 

The anger was getting her nothing except pain so another tactic would have to be employed. It was only for this afternoon so let him play his stupid games.

"On all fours," he told her.

"Yes, master," she replied. Gritting her teeth she played along. At least now the damn gag had been removed and hung on to that thought as a minor victory.

Dutifully she crawled alongside him. 'If they could see me now what the hell would they think?' she wondered about parents and friends. Being seen naked was bad enough but in this dire position it would be too humiliating to withstand.

'If he thinks he's training me to obey he must be joking.' Her thoughts turned to Kelly out there being trained as a Pony-Girl and a twinge of guilt smartened up her performance. 'Was all this arranged by John as justice for what I did to her?' Dismissing the idea she carried on trying to play at being obedient. 

She came to a halt on the rubber mat in the centre of the room and waited. He came back from one of the cabinets but she couldn't see what he had in his hand. It was worrying for he was adjusting the harness preventing her from moving. Fiddling with it around her crotch scared her.

What the hell was he up to now? "Please, Master," was all she could think to say. He didn't say anything but showed her the end of what looked like a dildo.

"Oh! No! Master please, you can't," she wailed in fear.

"You know what to say, so say it."

"Yes, Master. Please Master, may I speak?" she didn't think of how pathetic she sounded as desperation demanded she gain his attention and understanding.

"Go on," he said. On his hands and knees behind her he waited for the expected complaint. 

It was perhaps going too far but he had seen a pet at the club being paraded around and had admired the sight. He wondered how far Brandi was wiling to submit to this experiment. If she complained enough he would give in, for this particular humiliation was probably expecting too much.

"Please master, you can't put anything in there. Please," she begged as well as she could.

"I'm your master and can do anything I like with you," he chided her trying to hide the amusement in his voice. Of course he didn't believe it but it was fun pretending.

"I. I. I'm a virgin, master," she stammered.

Kevin was stunned. Why was she telling him this? He looked at the tail in his hand and it dawned on him she thought it was a dildo. It was designed to clip onto the harness but she actually thought he was going to push it into her. 

It made him wonder how much she was into all this. She had brought him into the dungeon twice and each time had an obviously deep orgasm. She protested but obviously enjoyed it. Delighted with this new discovery he decided to push her further.

"I didn't know," he said.

She wanted to shout at him but dare not. She was so helpless he could do anything. She felt weak and frightened. Surely he wouldn't do such a despicable thing to her. He couldn't take her virginity with a disgusting dildo.

"Please, Master," she said, meaning it now. "I'll do anything. I'll willingly say 'yes master', to anything but not that. Please don't take my virginity. Please," she begged. 

He looked at the tail in his hand and shuddered at the thought even though it hadn't been his intention. "I'll try something else then," he said wondering what it might be. He had to take advantage; he just had to take this opportunity to see how far he could push her.

He walked over to the cabinet looking at other devices. There were racks of dildos of all sorts then he found an alternative. He picked it up and looked at her wondering if he dare try it. She was on hands and knees shivering, looking frightened.

He hesitated a moment but decided to give it a try. "I have something else," he began, intending to give her the chance to refuse it.

"Yes, Master, thank you master," she blustered. Anything was better than that dreadful thing.

Pushing his doubts to one side he opened a tube of lubricant and massaged it into the cleft of her bottom. She lifted her head expelling a whoosh of breath. It wasn't just from the cold grease. 

"Try to relax," he told her. Never having done this before he wondered if he could. 'Well it's not going to hurt me and it is in the name of science.'

Feeling his slick finger enter her anus she whimpered but didn't speak. She gritted her teeth holding back the intended refusal in case it meant he reverted back to taking her virginity. 

She continued to make involuntary sounds from the discomfort as well as the shame of it. Her bottom too was virgin but surely this was bearable compared to a virgin rape by a dildo.

She was relaxing the muscle as his finger explored deeper. It was time to try it. "Are you ready my pet?" he asked kindly.

"Yes Master," she said. Her voice was a pathetic whisper.

The end of the dildo was bulbous but he had picked a small one. He pushed until it popped in. Throughout the shameful operation she whimpered then almost collapsed on feeling it invade her tight hole. 

He stood back to admire her. She was naked except for the harness holding her in place on all fours. A dildo tail stuck out of her bottom held in place by the harness. The tail curled up in an impressive display making her look like a little pet obediently waiting for his next command.

'Damn, damn, damn.' she cursed Kevin and herself. It was her fault for playing that trick on Kelly otherwise her friend could have given moral support. Now she couldn't keep an eye on Kelly and what they were doing to her. If she had thought this would happen there was no way she would have come to this dreadful place.

'Kelly is outside with a pony-tail up her ass and I'm in here with a damn pet-tail up my ass,' Brandi was cursing herself for falling into the trap. It wasn't even as though Kevin had planned it.

The humiliation of having the tail up her ass was too close to the last orgasm. Already softened up by all that he had done to her she began the shameful climb toward another. 

Brandi struggled to control herself leaving little energy to fight Kevin so passively crawled around the floor with every movement of the tail stoking her up.

Before she could start persuading Kevin to let her go John walked in. She hung her head in shame hiding her face in long black hair.

"I see you've been enjoying yourselves." John commented.

"I've been training her," Kevin boasted. "Heel pet slave." Kevin gave a tug on the leash.

Feeling thoroughly humiliated Brandi made to move but winced on feeling the dildo in her bottom move when the tail waved around.

"She's a novice Kevin. Try a smaller tail or maybe even that would be too soon. What are your plans for her?" he asked. John looked at Kevin's hesitation knowing he too was new to this and needed guidance.

"A slave can be trained in various categories such as a pony, a slut, a pet, and many others. Different levels can be achieved too, such as a part-timer, twenty-four seven, completely submissive or just compliant.

"What have you agreed?" John asked while taking a closer look at the tail.

Feeling his hands on her bare backside was awful but she couldn't move and couldn't bring herself to say anything for surely he could smell her sex. John had an overpowering charisma that made her defer to him. He was close to her parent's age which years of instilled respect for elders worked on her attitude too.

She felt him easing out the butt plug tail until at last it was worked free. It was a relief to feel her asshole closing up but when it clenched tight a pain shot through her ass. She felt his big hands rubbing her bottom and asshole easing the pain.

"Thank you, Sir," she murmured. The words were almost laughable but she meant it. Why should she be thanking someone for pulling a butt plug from her ass that she hadn't wanted in the first place?

The finger made soothing circular movements over her brown ring that were either helping relax it or working her up enough to mask the pain.

She hadn't recovered from the last session and already her body was being worked up again, close to an orgasm.

"So what do you think? Have you both agreed on a plan?" He asked. "She would look nice as a pretty maid. A practical help around the house too," he said while fingering her tight hole. 

She felt a thumb on her bud while the finger explored her ass. She knew her body was shaking but couldn't stop the trembling. She should be telling John she hadn't agreed to anything and never would. It all sounded dreadful and nasty. 

Opening her mouth to tell him she clamped her jaw tight and bit the lower lip. The complaint was there only it was obvious a gasp was all she could muster. Her body was letting her down again from this stranger's teasing fingers. 

Brandi reminded herself it was all just a game to them and it didn't matter what was decided she would go home later to recover. It would all just be an experience in life to laugh about in the future.

"uuuugheeee! Ooooo!" she wailed. It sounded as though someone had yelled at a distance but it was her mouth that was wide open wailing and gasping for breath. Stomach muscles clenched tight, feet bounced on the floor and her head shook from side to side.  

Ripples of pleasure rocketed from her pussy through the limbs stiffening muscles to hard knots. She shook as though a bitch shaking water from its fur. Her little breasts with rock hard nipples wobbled in opposite directions from the violent shaking.

With the harness trapping her into a kneeling position all she could do was flop over on one side with feet still clenching and unclenching as though walking on hot coals.

"Do you agree to be trained as a pet?" John asked. He repeated Kevin's plan but she was still unable to reply. He gave her a moment knowing this was the best time to ask.

"Yes!" she hissed through clenched teeth. 

"You want Kevin to be your trainer and master?"

"My Master," she managed to whisper.

"You agree to be a completely submissive pet?"

"Yes, Master," she whispered again.

"Good! That's settled then." John pulled his fingers from her body knowing how he had taken advantage of her aroused state but she had nevertheless agreed. He felt it was a very successful day having both a new pony-girl and a sex pet added to the slave farm.

***

Kevin guided his charge into the shower and hosed her down while she clung onto a handrail. His hands weren't unwelcome when he soaped her between the legs proving she was still aroused from the orgasm. She clamped her thighs together on his hand needing to feel him there. 

Not until the harness had been tightened about her body did she begin to think straight. She had agreed to be Kevin's pet! In front of a stranger she had agreed Kevin was her master! It was terrible to think what that made her. Had they made her into a stupid slave or was it something they had released from inside her?

Brandi had always been a dutiful daughter and preferred to avoid arguments almost always going along with groups of friends but this was different. They couldn't treat her like a slave, though it seemed their plans were much worse.

As Kevin led her out to the stables she desperately reminded herself it was all just a game and they would be home soon. The will to fight him had been sucked right out of her with those powerful orgasms. It was difficult to come to terms with the awful fact of letting herself down like that.

"You will help with grooming our new Pony-Girl." John commanded. He folded his arms over a broad chest standing tall watching Evan. In the stall Kelly was being stripped of the pony suit to reveal her sweaty body.

With just the bit in her mouth she was led to a tiled area to be tethered. She seemed use to it after an afternoon of intensive training and just stood there patiently. A tap was twisted on for a cold water shower. She jumped around yelping under its powerful spray. The stinging strokes from the whip had been revived by the cold water.

The pain quietened down and so did she. Knowing it was unwise to misbehave she stood still, while snorting over the bit her only recourse of complaint available or allowed. If she attempted to speak she had learnt a punishment with the whip would result.

Brandi moved in with a bucket and sponge to wipe down her friend. Trying to be gentle but thorough she was careful over the sore looking buttocks and thighs. She had to rub hard between her legs where the juices had collected and crusted in the heat of the pony-suit. 

Brandi couldn't look her friend in the eye having let her down so badly. It wasn't even enough to think that Kelley had started all this by taking her to the club. 

Kelly was at last clean though still naked. From the workout she was thirsty and Evan slaked her thirst with a bottle fitted with a nozzle. Pushed passed the bit she drank hungrily from it sucking in the water in great gulps. "You had better not wet your stable, so do it now." Evan told her.

Brandi hadn't caught the significance of the order until her friend squatted over the drain. She let go a stream of gold trying not to splash. As much as she wanted to Brandi couldn't look away from the dreadful display. It was then she realised how deeply her friend had sunk into the role.

It was a good thing it was late in the day as they could soon escape this terrible place. The stable looked so neat and tidy, ordinary even. Hanging from the walls, almost unnoticed amongst the usual horse tack, pony-girl equipment was arranged. Apart from that it could be a normal stable.

Both friends were led over to one of the stalls. On hands and knees they crawled over the straw to a large cage. Brandi stopped dead with the leash pulling tight on the collar. 'No fucking way!' she thought.

Her friend too baulked at this indignity but a whip to her rump had her scuttling into it. Brandi refused. Another whip lashed her friend eliciting a pony like whiny. Brandi relented for the sake of her friend and crawled in.




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 02



"That damn shit Kevin and his friends are going to pay for this," Brandi growled, looking at her friend. "I'm sorry Kelly," she said. "I'm really sorry I got you into this."

Kelly shook her head muttering something from around the bit. Brandi looked around listening carefully. Not hearing anyone she loosened the bit so her friend could talk. She watched her loosen her jaw with yawning like exercises. With concern writ large on her face and tears welling in her eyes Brandi looked all in.

"It's not your fault." Kelly managed to say. "What did they do to you?"

Brandi didn't know what to say. She couldn't tell her they had given her wild orgasms while she was being whipped. It was bad enough without talking about it. "Kevin was trying to train me into becoming his pet."

"Your nipples look sore!" Kelly said, with understanding showing clearly in her eyes.

Being reminded she was naked made her feel uncomfortable for a short moment. She felt worse receiving sympathy from Kelly. If her friend knew she had arranged all this it wouldn't be sympathy they were sharing but blows. It had all gone terribly wrong but that didn't matter right now.

"It's OK. I can take it. Just hold on and we'll be fine. Just a couple of days and we go home."

"What?" Brandi exploded.

"I heard them talking. We're here for the weekend."

"Damn! Shit! Fuck! No!" Brandi ranted in a stream of vented anger. She looked at Kelly seeing she was recoiling from the outburst. "It's OK! Sorry." She patted her friends arm then instinctively wrapped her arms around her.

They embraced forgetting their nakedness under the circumstances. They were locked naked in a cage, in a stable, at a slave farm, with the daunting prospect of a weekend of what was called training.

"What happened to you then?" Kelly asked.

"Nothing much," she lied.

"If it wasn't for you I'd be home looking forward to visiting the club. Instead I've been whipped and had a tail shoved up my ass so I have a right to know."

"I did too! A pet tail, a big one too." Brandi blushed.

"Did you enjoy some of it?" 

"No! I didn't!" 

Kelly looked between her legs and smirked. "Did you do it with Kevin?"

"No! He shaved me, that's all!" she protested. It was embarrassing admitting it to her friend but the evidence was obvious as they sat so close in the small cage.

"More than that Brandi, you're all puffed up, what else did you do?" Kelly cocked her head to one side with a half smile.

"We didn't do it. He made me cum if you must know."

"So you did enjoy it whatever it was," she laughed.

Brandi fell silent. There was no way to deny it. Her friend had received the stick and she had the carrot. It was almost in her pussy, but received it up her ass instead. She was being forced to accept that she had enjoyed it. "OK! Some of it was alright. I was shocked the first time though." 

"First time! How many bloody times did you cum?" Kelly said, forgetting all about where they were or why.

Brandi shut up knowing she was dropping herself in the mire every time she spoke. It was difficult to accept let alone reveal the sordid episodes to Kelly. If Kevin had her there a whole weekend what was next, how far would he go? 

She grabbed a hold of her friend to cuddle with heads over shoulders feeling closer than they had ever been. Brandi tried to forget about her own predicament to think about Kelly. 

At the club she found out her friend was submissive and the obedient state she had fallen into after that training session was worrying. How compliant would she be after a couple of days of such treatment?

***

The two girls fell into a deep sleep after having such a hard day. 

Brandi awoke with a hand gently shaking her shoulder. 

"Shush! Don't wake her she needs to rest." Evan told her. He helped Brandi out of the cage taking hold of the leash in a firm grip. Still muzzy from sleep Brandi wondered what the hell was to happen to her?

"Where are you taking me?" she complained, pulling back on the leash. 

"To your Master, Kevin. You call me 'sir'," he said, swishing the leash over her bare ass.

"Yes, Sir," she said sarcastically. 

He ignored the tone of voice for she hadn't been broken in, yet.

This was all getting out of hand. How could she let a stranger walk her around naked on the end of a leash? When she got back to Kevin she would demand they all leave this nasty place. It had sounded fun but being treated like this was way past acceptable.

Back in the dungeon a feeling of fear mixed with excitement stirred her. Even the cage felt safer than being here. She needed to sleep too. With John and the others present her complaints were forgotten. 

The other women were naked too. They squatted on the floor in a row while the men sat drinking beer. The leash was handed to Kevin who was talking to John. 

"You can't just push a woman into being your slave Kevin. It's a two way street. You have a responsibility toward her and must look after her." John spoke seriously to Kevin but it looked as though the lecture was over. He slipped off the bar stool and walked over to one of the wall racks.

"You OK?" Kevin asked.

"I think so, just tired. Can we go now? I'm worried about Kelly."

"It's late and I've been invited to stay. By the way you forgot to call me Master."

Brandi yawned and rubbed her eyes. "No way, Kevin. I'm no ones slave. What about my clothes?" She asked. With the women sitting around naked it was almost natural and she was getting too used to it. No one seemed to take any notice as though it were a nudist camp with only the men being dressed. 

"Look Brandi, if you belong to me I have to protect you otherwise it's up to someone else. Just call me Master and go along with it for a little while longer," he asked.

"You'll look after me? Promise! OK, Master," she reluctantly agreed. There was little chance of getting away from here without clothes and they didn't seem to be too bothered about her naked body. It wasn't as though they were touching or even ogling her or anything.

She was too tired to put up much of a fight so gave in to the inevitable. After a good nights' sleep she would put her foot down and get them all out of there.

"I need to sleep and not in that damn cage. It's undignified, Master," she complained. Thinking about it almost brought on a fit of giggles. It seemed so silly, as much as them dressing Kelly up as a pony. They all took it so seriously with rules and codes of behaviour she just wanted to break them all.

It might have been fun to streak across a tennis court but here stripping off seemed normal. Perhaps she could shock them by wearing clothes. Their little world here seemed crazy, all upside down.

"You just have to do some exercises then you can retire for the night."

"OK, OK, whatever, Master," she agreed, still emphasising the word with derision.

Brandi groaned at the sight of the four women sitting on the floor. She could easily sit like that from years of yoga practise but naked in front of these strangers? The prospect was daunting. 

With a wide yawn she decided to get on with it and sat on the floor. She looked straight ahead trying to distance herself from the situation. It would be soon over and she could get to bed.

"Stretch your legs out in front like them," he told her. 

He was watching her carefully to ensure she followed their example. Well if they could so could she. It was embarrassing stretching her legs open after being shaved but nudity was no longer a problem, not here anyway. Brandi straightened her back thrusting her small breasts out. 

"Up on your knees," he ordered. With thighs open she sat up straight with arms folded around the back of her head, again thrusting her breasts at him. 

No sooner had she moved her body into position they changed the pose. Over and over again she mimicked them with Kevin giving her pointers. John came over with the other two men gazing down at her. She ignored them but was relieved they didn't leer.

"She's a natural, Kevin. The posture is right on. Well done," John commented. "Best put her to bed now she's achieved a lot in such a short time.

Relieved that the ordeal was over Brandi was also surprised at feeling proud. The praise should have been spat back at them yet she felt pleased at achieving their approval. It must be the tiredness she thought.

The large bed was so inviting she wanted to just crawl between the sheets and she didn't need to strip off she was already naked. John was getting undressed though. "Please, Kevin," she began.

"You forgot again!" he admonished her.

"Please, Master," she said. This time the word 'Master' was used in a pleading tone. She desperately needed his attention and co-operation. She wanted to tell him something and for him to really listen.

"I know. You're a virgin. Don't worry your not going to lose it," he sighed. 

He too looked tired but more importantly he meant what he said. She reminded herself this was all a game to him and she was his lab-rat. She remembered too he was supposed to look after her, keep her safe.

He lifted the sheet and told her. "Get into the bottom of the bed." He slipped into the bed after her with legs either side of her scrunched up body. 

A tinge of humiliation stroked her mind at the very idea of sleeping at his feet. If she had been more awake she would have refused to even be in the same bed. Well this was certainly playing the game but she was too exhausted to complain. She was starting to feel like a little slave curled up at her master's feet.

His cock was inches from her face and he hadn't showered. The man smell wasn't unpleasant rather it was having an effect upon her. 

She hadn't ever seen a cock up close like this, especially not from this angle. It occurred to her there was something comforting about being looked after and perhaps she owed him something for those wonderful orgasms.

The thought of being in this position didn't anger her rather she felt comfortable. He was looking after her and merely treating her as agreed. The mattress was soft and she thought it luxuriant compared to the cage. She couldn't keep her eyes off his cock!

There was enough light filtering through the sheet for her to examine it. She felt stupid being so enamoured by it. She was twenty-one and never been laid. Never had one of these things this close to her. She had fondled a boyfriend in his jeans but somehow had never gone too far.

"You can touch it if you like." 

His voice startled her. He had caught her staring at it. Her small hand reached out and she stroked it. It twitched. She smiled. She gripped it more firmly feeling it lengthen and grow fat. It was hardening as she played with it.

The exhaustion lifted as she became more fascinated with how it seemed to become alive in her hand. She was bringing it to life with every slight stroke.

"You can kiss it if you like," he whispered huskily.

The suggestion should have repelled her for he wasn't even a proper boyfriend but instead she moved forward forming her lips into an O. She kissed it, just a gentle peck with puckered lips. It throbbed in her hand as though in anticipation of more. 

She thought of it as a magical animal needing her help. Unaware of her arousal she kissed it again as though responding to its need rather than her own.

Just a little afraid of what might happen she kissed the bulbous head then drew it into her mouth. She had heard all about sucking a cock from friends and how their boyfriends craved it. Some friends hated it while some enjoyed it, now she too was experiencing it.

It felt deliciously naughty and exciting. She sucked it into her mouth with her hand gripping it tight. 'Oh my god! I've got Kevin's dick in my mouth,' she thought, in a moment of panic. She wondered how on earth this had happened. 

The feeling of dismay passed as her arousal took over and she began pumping it with her head rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her fingers found her bud swollen and she worked furiously on it. She yelped as a fingernail grazed it. She was in such a state of excitement her fingers were working frantically by themselves.

Inexperienced as she was the significance of a sudden tension in his legs and stiff member was missed. Streams of his sticky cum spurted into her mouth. A moment of fear was overridden by the imagined feeling of him spurting into her vagina. 

He had cum into her body and it triggered her own orgasm. She had a man inside her for the first time and was receiving his seed! 

It felt as though her pussy was being filled and the orgasm rocked her body. She moaned from around his cock a thrilling wail.

She slumped into the mattress with his cock still seeping as it shrank. She suckled on it like a good little slave girl pulling it deep into her mouth swallowing it all, sucking from his balls every last drop.

She imagined feeling his sperm in her belly as though he had shot his load up inside her vagina with the feeling of being taken so very strong it was overpowering. Emotionally she was drained of all resistance from this last of so many stimulations of that day. 

"Thank you master," she murmured the phrase softly from around his flaccid cock as she fell asleep. In her dreams she knelt at Kevin's feet trying hard to please her master, promising to obey him. An all consuming desire to feel his cock inside her body left her seeping in a wet dream.

***

Next morning Kevin awoke a little stiff from having to sleep with his new slave between his legs. He lifted the sheet seeing the long silken hair covering his thighs, feeling his cock still in her mouth. She had been occasionally sucking on it in her sleep. He gently brushed the hair away needing to see her face.

It hadn't been his intention to go this far with her but how could he resist. He had been as aroused as she was throughout the day so perhaps it had been inevitable.

He watched her eyes flicker open. She noticed him looking at her and tried to smile. Her eyes opened wide on realising she had his morning stiff cock in her mouth. Raising her head from it her eyes swivelled quickly away from his and her face reddened in deep embarrassment.

She buried her head pressing it deep into the soft mattress. He pulled her up his body feeling his cock squashed against her body then sliding between her legs. He heard a soft plea, "Master, no! Please, no!"

He understood the fear but needed to cuddle her. He needed to reassure her he would protect her. It was no longer an experiment for he felt something far stronger, an emotional desire to make her his slave.

He slid from her arms having to pull to break the strong grip. He guided her out of bed into the bathroom. As though she were devoid of movement he washed her in the shower then laid her in the bath to again soap and massage her body. 

A hand slid down her front, another down her back. They met between her legs, not exploring, rather washing with suds in a gentle massage. Between her cheeks and lips everything was being soothed.

Brandi still couldn't look him in the eye or speak to him. He hadn't taken her last night she had taken him. She knew it was a combination of exhaustion and over stimulation but there was no excuse, it had happened and there was no turning back.

Those lovely hands weren't stimulating her they were doing something else more vital. They were taking ownership of her body. Every part of her had been made his, almost. Her body was almost completely his now so would she give him that final cherished gift?

He helped her from the bath to pat her dry with a big fluffy towel, wrapping her entirely in it leaving her feeling like his little girl. He was showing her his determination to look after her, making her his girl, his slave. She had felt a woman but now realised it had been just an illusion. She was ready to be made his woman. She was ready to surrender to him to become his slave.

"You must sit there and practise your pose," he told her. 

A little bemused at what he meant she remembered late last night having to squat on the floor among the other slaves. It took her breath away thinking of herself as one of the slaves then steadied her racing heart. 

She sank to the floor trying to remember what to do. 

"That's it. Shoulders back, head up," he told her.

She looked into his eyes and felt proud to have pleased him. The look of admiration was clear on his face bringing her heart to a racing thump again. He turned back to the bathroom and she wanted to call him back.

She sat on the carpet with hands on her separated knees displaying her sex and breasts to an empty room. She wanted to leap up and run her hands over his body with lather to wash him like a dutiful slave. Instead she sat practising the position as her master had ordered trying to calm her passion.

When he was ready he would take her and until then she would wait patiently. ***

In the kitchen Brandi felt embarrassed and out of place. She sat at Kevin's feet practising the same position as in the bedroom only now she was on public display. It wasn't being naked that bothered her as this had become acceptable, especially as the other slave women were too. With the heat of the night wearing off she felt foolish sitting there showing herself off.

The slaves were busy preparing breakfast for their masters including Kevin. Rather than feeling rebellious over this humiliating position she wanted to attend to Kevin as the other slaves were doing. Again the idea of considering herself as one of them struck her as being wrong. 

After last night the feeling of belonging to Kevin was difficult to shake off and was becoming more and more acceptable. 

"Here pet, you need to eat," he said. She looked down at the bowl on the floor and almost growled. Her tummy made the noise for her. 'Damn! This isn't what I call being looked after.' She felt his hand pat her head. His fingers ran through her long black hair sending little tingling feelings through her.

He wasn't going to win her round like that! Being his pet was one thing but eating from a bowl on the floor was going too far. 

"Your pet has learnt well Kevin. You seem to have a natural talent for training," John said.

She didn't want to let him down before them especially as it had become more than a game but this was too much to tolerate. How could he treat her like this? Hot tears formed in her eyes and she pushed it away disdainfully.

Nothing was said but by their attitude she knew it was trouble. She resumed the position more in defiance than a display of obedience. Kevin, with the others, arose from the table and escorted Brandi to the dungeon. A command wasn't needed their powerful presence was enough for her to fall in step.

Timorously she stepped to the wall and assumed the position without being told. She was afraid. It had been such a small act of defiance yet she could tell they had taken it seriously. Perhaps the game was too much for her and she should beg Kevin to take her home.

"You know what to do Kevin," John said. 

His big powerful voice filled her with dread. It was so difficult to defy this dominant male who was so used to being in command. She scrambled up from the lewd position that showed off her body to these strangers, actually reluctant to move from it.

She hurried over to Kevin where he sat on an upright chair. Only when he pulled her over his knee did she realise what her punishment was to be. "Please, Master!" she begged. The words were a heartfelt plea, so much in contrast from yesterday, when she would have cursed him.

Brandi felt the slaps to her butt in an agony of embarrassment. They stung rather than pained her ass but the humiliation of being over his knee being spanked like a naughty schoolgirl was painful. 

He hesitated between slaps drawing out the humiliation to what seemed an age of agony. She tried not to whimper or cry out in shame over the ordeal. Biting her tongue she managed to endure the humiliation before these strangers.




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 02



She stood before him with head bowed, her dignity sinking to her feet, near to tears. 

"You forgot to get her to count. Never mind, next time." John told him with a chuckle. "What next?"

"Oh! Yea! What do you say now pet?" Kevin asked her.

In confusion she tried to think what he meant. Remembering what Kelly had told her she stammered, finding it difficult to speak. "I. I. I'm sorry, Master. Thank you for punishing me, Master," she said, only just refraining from rubbing a red sore ass.

Her face was crimson from embarrassment, her cheeks streaked with tears but she tried to hold herself together with what was left of a dented dignity. She determined to behave for the rest of the weekend to avoid another shameful episode needing to hold on to the shreds of self-worth.

John stood over her large and dominating. "I had better go help the others see to the ponies. I'll leave you to it. Well done pet. You have done well. Soon you will be good enough to earn a slave name and your collar."



Brandi and Kelly Ch. 03



A pet is trained. (If you are into BDSM you will be pleased to know the intensity increases with each chapter. So, keep reading!)

*

"It's time we all went home Kevin. I want out of this. No more games. Just get my clothes and take me home." Brandi said. She tried to look and sound determined but there was an edge of fear to her voice. With hands on hips and legs slightly apart the stance might have been dominant if she hadn't been naked.

"You agreed to play along with my experiment. Now things are getting a little tough you want to back out," Kevin complained.

"A little tough?" she couldn't bring herself to mention she had sucked him off last night. He had caught her off guard; an emotional roller coaster of a day left her feeling vulnerable and too tired to resist. Most of all she didn't want to admit she had feelings for him. Once away from here maybe those feelings could be analysed properly.

"Whatever! I'm worried about Kelly. She's already vulnerable and susceptible to all this. Damn it, she's being brain washed Kevin so I need to get her home." Brandi said, trying to appeal to him, to get him to see reason.

"Are you sure you're not talking about yourself. It's not brainwashing, it's all to do with discovering what's already inside you."

She hesitated while thinking about what might be inside of her and what had already been revealed. It had to be admitted the excitement from being treated this way was having an affect upon her.

"If I get Kelly a day off will you stay?" he asked.

Perhaps he was right, she was afraid for herself too. Could one more day of this emotional turmoil be put up with to save her friend? She owed it after tricking her into being dressed up like that. The plan of revenge had been to just get her dressed up as a pony but it had gone too far. These experienced men had taken advantage of her submissive side to train her into becoming a fully fledged Pony-Girl. 

After only just a day Kelly had begun to submit to the training saying she enjoyed it. What would she be like after a whole weekend of their intensive training? There was no way she was going to submit so easily. Besides, it was only Kevin trying out his games on her and he was a novice too.

"OK! No more training for Kelly, you promise?" Brandi demanded.

"Sure! John will understand. They have plenty to do with the other slaves here."

"I'm not one of the slaves. Let's get that right from the start." Brandi corrected him.

"Whew! You got out of bed the wrong side this morning pet."

She was about to tell him not to call her pet and remind him he had spanked her so of course she was angry. She had a right to be peeved. She wanted to put that behind her; with her sore ass. 

Mentioning the bed brought with it a feeling of inner warmth. She looked away from him feeling embarrassed. He had looked after her this morning. When he washed her and pampered her it left a feeling of dependency; wanting him to cuddle her for ever.

She shook her head not wanting to think about that. "Let's get started then. No funny stuff."

He looked around the walls lined with cupboards full of gags, whips, dildos and unidentifiable equipment. He smirked and shrugged his shoulders.

She determined not to repeat the mistakes of yesterday. She would let him order her about playing at being a slave but there was no way she was going to get excited.

"Crawl over to the wall, pet," he commanded.

"Yes, master," she answered with a sarcasm laden voice.

"Now go through the poses while I speak to John," he said and strode out of the dungeon.

"Yes, master," she sighed. At least this was almost like yoga which she practised occasionally at home. It was harmless enough so carried on without him. Each pose was rather lewd for it meant pushing out her breasts or sex at whoever stood before her. One of them meant showing off her breasts, open mouth, exposed pussy and asshole. 

Holding it for awhile like a yoga position it suddenly slammed into her mind what she was doing. With her mouth open she remembered having Kevin's cock in her mouth and the lewdness of the position clicked into place. Here she was presenting herself as a set of holes for a master to fuck. 

Last night she had been so exhausted it had been easy to thoughtlessly follow the other slaves while they practised a set of positions. "Damn! I'm not one of the slaves. Stop thinking like that," she told herself. 

If he was going to think of her like that he would lose the finer feelings that were developing, for sure. On hearing the door opening she quickly adopted the nasty pose. She decided to taunt him with it as a matter of defiance. Let him try something now she was awake and alert; she would kick him where it hurt.

"Very good, Pet. Assume number three," he commanded. Kevin was practising the authoritative voice John used so naturally.

Sitting on her bottom she spread her legs out with arms behind the head. The look of defiance had no effect upon him so just sat there in a huff. When he walked over with a spreader bar she tried to draw away only it was impossible while up against the wall. The clip snapped over an ankle before she could rise of her ass. It was impossible to roll over or get up with him holding the other ankle so, it too was fastened.

It happened so quickly she hadn't a chance to do anything but complain. She sat there with her back to the wall, legs spread out, fuming in silence. So used to being naked it didn't occur to her to even think of it. 

Watching him walk over with a shaving kit was too much to endure despite agreeing to co-operate. "You can put that back right now. I need it to grow back," she glowered at him. "You caught me by surprise yesterday but not now, no way!" she told him.

"I suggest you hold still, very still," he warned. Pulling the bar dragged her away from the wall for her head to flop onto the floor.

"Ouch! You pig! Stop it!" she yelped. A hand lathering right between the legs was pleasant but there was no way it would work her up again. 

He kept dipping the blade in ice cold water making the contrast with warm flesh more obvious. Feeling the razor scratch the crotch kept her very still. All she could think about was the sensation of cold steel working its way over her mons down to her lips. 

"Owww!" she yelped when he pinched a lip too hard. He was being a lot more thorough this time with a less delicate stroke. She decided to give in rather than irk him while in such an indelicate position. 

He lifted her hips to place a cushion underneath. On feeling the blade at her crotch toward the asshole she realised he was being very thorough. This time everything was being removed.

The defiant anger was being replaced with a feeling of helplessness bringing with it the expected tingling sensations. It was as though Kevin were stripping her dignity away. 

He sat back looking at the exposed sex and asshole. She looked away with arms crossed supporting both breasts with a look of defiance. The fight was slowly being eroded by feeling so very naked. It occurred to her if someone had suggested this just a couple of days ago she would have slapped them, hard.

"If you talk out of turn again or forget to call me master you will be gagged. Understood?" When she merely nodded he pulled on an over exposed lip. 

"Yes, Master," she quickly responded.

'Damn! He thinks he's tough today. Just because last night I,' she clamped her eyes together trying to clear the image of sucking him off out of her mind.

He grabbed a wrist and she hit out not saying a word. It was no good though. A clamp was fastened round each wrist catching her in another spreader bar. He came back from the racks with a ball gag.

"Please, Master. I didn't speak, Master," she said, trying to keep a respectful tone to her voice.

"That's true," he said thoughtfully. He shrugged and walked away again. 

She struggled between the two spreader bars without achieving anything. She lay back breathing heavily watching him cup a breast in both hands. She wanted to bite and scratch him, to hurt him, but dare not even speak.

He pinched a nipple, pulling on it forcing it to extend, watching it grow plump. She watched him toying with her trying to hold back the words of anger. A gadget appeared over it and she recognised what it was from seeing one at the club. Brandi struggled throwing her body from side to side.

"Please, Master! No, Master. Anything but that! I'll do anything you want, please, Master," she didn't use the word lightly now.

"Anything? Will you give me this?" he said, with a palm over her sex. 

He was teasing of course but she couldn't ever say yes to that. She lay very still on feeling a finger prod her asshole. 

"Will you give me this instead?" he asked, with a smirk on his face that she wanted to smack.

Brandi turned her face away from him as it went bright red with embarrassment. She had actually considered it! How low was it possible to sink in this damn place! "Please, Master, don't." Her voice sounded pathetic and her mouth dried up. She wondered what the hell to do or say. She felt so vulnerable from this terrible taunting.

He took the engorged nipple to push the dreaded tool over it. A simple click elicited a yelp of pain. He started on the other nipple. She looked at herself unable to see the damage to her lovely young body through a misty cloud of tears. What he had pierced her nipple with she couldn't see. 

She just hoped it wasn't another damn lock or something large. If she took it out once home the wound would seal itself up and hopefully wouldn't show. Besides, who was going to see her nipples? So why was she aroused? Was it the pain or the very idea of being pierced? The thought that he was piercing her body, piercing her sex, being violated against her will, was exciting.

In deep thought while aroused, was enough to keep her quiet for the moment. She yelped again but didn't buck her hips trying to throw him off. It was too late, the deed had been done.

He wiped the tears from her eyes and gently massaged both nipples with a soothing cream. Without thinking she said. "Thank you, Master." The words angered her. Why the hell should she be thanking him for such an outrage?

"Shit! What have you done to me? You didn't even ask. You've violated me," she said and wished that particular word hadn't been used for it gave a clue as to how she was feeling. "It hurt," she said lamely, trying to cover up the revelation he was sure to pick up on.

She felt a hand between the legs cupping her sex. Only a couple of days ago this would have been outrageous. Now it was humiliating for it brought home how wet it was. It felt so shameful lying there with legs spread out lewdly displaying her sex for him to see and do with as he wished. She told herself not to think about it as it was stoking her up. It was impossible to fight him and her body at the same time.

"This tells a different story," he said.

The matter of fact tone was maddening. He had her sex in his hand and was so damnably casual about it she felt small and rejected. Her nipples had been pierced with little loops so the damage wasn't too bad. It was affecting her though, as it all added up to meaning her body was becoming his plaything; decorated for him like a toy. 

"I had better get you dressed to take you out to see Kelly," he told her.

Even this casual remark irked her. She was twenty-one, not his little girly pet to be dressed as it pleased him. At least it would be better than being spread out naked on the floor.

***

He looked her over turning and examining her body. She had at least been allowed to pull some of the clothes on, if the outrageous outfit could be called clothing. 

The tight shiny red bustier supported her breasts pushing them up into a small cleavage. Attached to it suspender belts pulled tight on a pair of sheer stockings. Matching red shoulder length gloves were locked by the wrists to the waist of the bustier.

A ball gag hung round her neck reminding her to watch what she said. She looked down at her nipples seeing that they were less bloated now yet still larger than she had ever seen them. He dabbed them with ointment cooling them which was a nice gesture except it was his fault they were in this state.

The little locks still dangled from her ears but after so much more intensive ill treatment they had been forgotten. He took up the leash for her to totter after him on high heel boots. The shiny black leather boots were thigh length, almost up to the stocking tops. The heels were chained together meaning she could only take small steps.

It would have been an impressive Halloween costume except she wore no panties and her breasts were pushed out on show. She almost giggled out loud at a naughty thought. It would take an age tiptoeing out along the farm dirt track to the road, though dressed like this she was sure to get a ride; in both senses of the word.

***

Concentrating on not falling over she followed him out of the dungeon grateful it wasn't in a basement. The walkway connecting the house to the stable seemed so much longer hobbling along like a toddler. 

She watched him tie the leash to a hitching post feeling so very helpless. With her wrists attached to her waist it was impossible to reach to get free so had to wait for his return. Out here in the open under the bright sky it seemed so much more shameful. 

"If you behave yourself I'll get you a chair," he said pleasantly. 

She was about to tell him to go fuck himself until dipping on one heel reminded her how vulnerable the position was. "Thank you, Master," she replied, sounding deferential for once. 

Thinking she had tried to curtsy he smiled and slapped a bare cheek before strutting off to find John.

Brandi looked up at the leash tied to the post. It would be so easy to unhitch it and try to escape only it was out of reach. If she tried she might fall off the heels and hang herself or at least choke and bruise her neck. Looking into the stable she saw movement and hoped the men weren't coming out to her while so helpless and exposed. 

She wished Master would return for it felt so defenceless without him. 'Damn! I can't start thinking of Kevin as my Master,' she worried nervously.

From the darkness of the stable Kelly appeared. Brandi breathed a sigh of relief. She was again dressed from head to toe in the tight fitting leather suit. It caressed her body revealing every curve of her luscious body. The pony hoof-boots shaped her posture so her breasts were thrust out with every step.

Kelly's breasts seemed to be exaggeratedly plumped up large with swollen nipples extending outward, as though she were deeply aroused. The nipple rings had done that to her. Dangling from them were little bells that tinkled as she pranced out to Brandi.

"Hi Brandi," she beamed brightly. 

"So Kevin kept his promise then," Brandi observed.

"What do you mean?"

"I told him I would play his stupid games in the dungeon if they left you alone."

"What! Is that why I'm not out there being trained?" Kelly squealed with displeasure.

"Yea, they dressed you up but at least you're not wearing that bit in your mouth," Brandi added.

"Shit! Why did you have to interfere? I could have been awarded a lovely head dress plume by now. I was trying so hard to be a perfect little pony," Kelly said, with a petulant pout.

"Don't let them get to you Kelly! Try to be strong and not give in to the training."

"Like you I suppose!" she countered. Taking a hold of the leash she pulled it tight. "You spoilt my day, now you're telling me how to think! Bugger you Brandi, or has he already?" she smirked.

"I want to be John's Pony-Girl as much as you want to be Kevin's little pet," she assured her.

"No way! I'm no ones pet," Brandi protested.

Looking Brandi over with an exaggerated knowing look she said, "I think the lady does protest too much!"

"Doth." Brandi corrected her.

"Whatever. I'm going over right now to John and get him to put me in the corral for a work out. I want to be awarded a plume on my head. See over there, that pony has such a pretty plume of feathers in the head gear. Look how they flutter with every high step. She has such good posture too. Look at how high her knees are when she trots." Kelly mused.

"Damn, what have they done to you Kelly? This isn't you talking shit." Brandi said, with concern.

"Look at yourself. You're hitched to a post with all your bits hanging out. What is Kevin trying to train you to be? A slut I suppose. That would suit you! He's no good you need a real master like John."

"He's OK! Leave him outa this. He's training me to be his pet and doing a good job of it." Brandi frowned, wondering why in hell she was defending him. She had only agreed to it to protect Kelly but it looked as though she might be too late. The fool had taken on the role of Pony-Girl with enthusiasm. 

They glowered at each other but the long term friendship won through. 

"Tomorrow I'm going to be hitched to a buggy." Kelly announced. "What happened to you last night? I woke up in the cage and you were gone. I missed you!" Kelly said, accusing her friend of abandonment.

"I slept with Kevin." The words slipped from her mouth without thinking. She felt guilty about leaving her friend in the cage so tried to justify it trying to make it sound uncomfortable. "I had to sleep at his feet between his legs." She said, only making it sound worse. 

Kelly's eyes looked her up and down with a broad smile. "So you really are his little pet then," she laughed. "Did he make you a woman at last?"

"No!"

"So you still haven't had a cock then!" Kelly laughed with her head thrown back ringing her little bells as her breasts jiggled.

"I sucked him off if you must know!" Brandi grimaced. 

"Well good for you," she chuckled. "Wrong hole though, little virgin pet gyrl," she teased.

Brandi felt her anger rising, becoming as hot as her face. Why in hell hadn't she kept her mouth shut? Last night and right now! This place was doing something to her. She felt aroused all the time from displaying her body so blatantly and having to endure such awful humiliation. Her body was on fire and the terrible thing was, anyone could tell at a glance while she was dressed like this.

Kelly took a hold of a nipple and Brandi yelped. "These look fresh. Kevin ringing his little pet then? He pierced your mouth last night now your tits. What's next, your pussy?" Kelly laughed.

Brandi looked at her in horror. "No! I won't let him. I'm taking these damn things out as soon as I get home."

"Not these you won't. These are sealed rings so you'll need a special tool," Kelley informed her.

"Wow! You really are stoked up. Your pussy is so swollen, dripping wet. Does the little pet gyrl need her master?" Kelly taunted. "Oh! I just realised he's shaved you, hasn't he!" she again rocked her head back to laugh with a tinkling of bells. 

"Stop it!" Brandi couldn't think what to say in defence. It was all so terribly true.

"So you had the cheek to tell me not to get carried away," Kelly slapped bare cheek and trotted away showing off with knees brought high with every step. 

"Fuck you all!" Brandi shouted after her. Perhaps that wasn't the best of phrases around here especially with her sex out on show. 

Brandi was so on fire it was difficult to think straight. It was as though she had been struck dumb when Kevin led her around the stable showing off his new pet. She timidly walked on the end of the leash with head down trying to hide the embarrassment in long black hair. 

The men were used to seeing a hot naked slave but could see Kevin's pride in the achievement so took time to examine the newly trained slave. They commented on its luscious bottom and good manners. They examined its pierced nipples and made suggestions as to what to do next.




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 03



"You've done a good job of training your pet and it's nicely under control. The shape of its pussy is just perfect. I don't like long dangly lips, these are cute," someone said.

Brandi wanted to kick him in the balls to show him just how well trained she was. How dare a stranger look and comment on her exposed pussy! This situation was so alien it was difficult to know what to do. 

She stood perfectly still afraid to speak. If she did speak out of turn the damn gag would be used and probably a spanking or some other punishment would be received.

"What are you going to do with the nipple rings Kevin?" someone else asked while fingering them. Brandi gulped. A stranger was touching her nipples and all she could do was stand still, letting him touch those sensitive swellings.

"I don't know yet. I'm waiting for inspiration," he laughed.

"There are lots of attachments in the dungeon," another reminded him.

Brandi didn't like the sound of that. What the hell did it mean? What ever he was going to do to them it meant more humiliation for certain. She just hoped it wouldn't be painful.

Someone came up behind her and pumped an ass cheek. "I like a nice ass. Your pet is nice and firm Kevin. If you get bored with it I'll take the pet off your hands. I'll swap it for Michelle for a weekend if you like," he laughed and the others joined in.

Brandi was aghast at the suggestion. She sidled up to Kevin knocking him with a hip. He pulled on the leash as though keeping his pet under control. He pulled it down pulling her over a rail of the corral. On high heels in the tight leather boots meant she had to bend straight legged. 

"What do you think?" Kevin asked.

"Oh very nice, very nice indeed," they chorused.

Brandi could feel her puffy lips pushing out between her upper thighs. The stocking tops and suspender belt framed a cute smooth ass with her lips peeking through beneath. The remarks were lewd about the state of readiness bringing on an intense feeling of humiliation. She could feel her sex growing tight between her thighs as though trying to reach out to their cocks. 

The feeling of wetness, of her sex opening up to them, brought a feeling of deep shame. Her breathing became ragged as her whole body burned at the thought of these men taking her. If that wasn't bad enough they discussed her little tight ass-hole. These damn strangers were advising Kevin how it should be greased before it was broken in.

Hot tears formed in her eyes. It was so degrading to lay unresisting across a corral rail bent over before these strangers, being stoked up by their rude remarks. They could help themselves to her naked body and she wouldn't resist, rather the lightest of touches would set her off.

Slaves of course kept quiet, patiently waiting for their master's attention. She gazed out into the corral to see Kelly put through her paces as a Pony-Girl. Kelly was right. She was being effectively trained as Kevin's little obedient slave pet. 

Brandi would have to spend time with Kelly once home to try and get her back to normal. It was all her fault and she felt so guilty about getting Kelly into this dire situation. 

What was more worrying was who would be helping get her head straight after all this. What could she do? 

Tell one of the guys in her class she had been trained to be a man's obedient pet and could he help. It was obvious what kind of help they would provide. Brandi imagined being passed from one class mate to another being 'helped'. Even the dorks could do what ever they liked with her while she enthusiastically told them, "Yes, Master, whatever you want master."

The words brought her back to the present. Her master had pulled on the leash standing her upright. The men had returned to their training duties and Kevin was leading her back to the house. Nothing had happened but she felt as though she had been taken by her whole class. 'Damn! The class room fantasy had seemed so real.' She needed to calm down.

***

In the kitchen she helped prepare lunch with the other slaves. They were naked except for their collars and an apron to protect them while cooking. Brandi was still dressed in the bustier. She served Kevin a steak, a baked potato with sour cream and stood waiting in case he wanted something else. She wanted to smear the dinner in his face but kept calm. 

"Your pet is coming along well Kevin," John commented. "It's dressed like a slut rather than a pet though."

Brandi felt terrible being discussed like this but before John she dare not voice an opinion. She would have to suffer while waiting to be dismissed. 

"What's the difference between them? I thought all slaves were trained the same?" Kevin asked.

"Well you've seen how the Pony-Girls are trained with the sting of a whip and rewarded for achieving the trainer's goals. Every type of slave is trained differently and each slave has their habits and ways to be considered."

John looked Brandi over and so she automatically dropped her head to stare at the floor. It was annoying to automatically react that way but it was better than receiving a punishment from John. 

"A Pet Slave is your exclusive sex toy. You train it to be submissive until the slave will do anything you want as a devoted little pet. You can dress it like a pet, a bitch with a tail, or whatever you want. When the pet is ready you will need to collar and give it a slave name too."

Brandi was furious listening to him talking about her as though she weren't there. The audacity of them thinking she would succumb to such a vile training program was infuriating. There was no way she was going to be Kevin's little playful sex bitch with a tail stuck up her ass.

"Over here Cum Slut," John said. Without even raising his voice the blonde slave ran over to kneel on the floor next to him. She laid her hands palm up on wide open knees. Her head was held back thrusting out a pair of massive breasts and mouth wide open. 

"This is Cum Slut. This slave has been trained to want cum. It wants it in the mouth mostly because of the conditioning to like the taste, even to crave it. It wants cum inside the vagina preferably but up its ass or just splashed over the body will do. Isn't that right, Cum Slut?"

"Yes, Master. I am a Cum Slut, Master. Always ready for cum, master." She simply stated and pushed her head back with mouth wide open as though demonstrating how ready she was.

"Given the chance she'll suck it right out of your balls using your cock as a straw. Get back to your duties. Come here Michelle Slut." John commanded. 

A red-head bounded over to kneel at his feet. She flashed him a grin and placed her hands in his crotch. "I am ready, Master. May I please you Master? Please, Master," she whined. 

"Assume the position," he said to her with an edge in the tone of voice. He watched her sit with legs splayed and breasts pushed out with hands behind her neck. She pouted at him as though denied a treat. He nodded to her. "That's better. You've got to watch this one. What are you and what do you do?" he asked. 

"I am a slut slave, Master. It is my duty and desire to please a Master with my body. I love to learn what a Master wishes and give it to him with enthusiasm." She seductively licked a pair of rosebud lips with eyes half closed looking like desire it self. Her impressive breasts were a pale white with large dark areola. Her nipples were large, rubbery and pierced. 

"I'm busy this afternoon but Kevin might want you," John said, casually. 

Kevin almost jumped in his seat when she pounced on him. With both hands she stroked a hardening penis through his jeans with enthusiasm, intensely watching it grow. She leaned forward and bit it then nuzzled it with her lips and nose. "It has a lovely scent Master," she cooed. 

"I told you it has to be watched. The slut will claw your pants off if you're not careful. Down, Michelle Slut. Assume the position." 

"Why is she called Michelle Slut?" Kevin asked, while still looking her over with keen interest.

John frowned. "Her first Master named her so I don't know why. Perhaps it was a favourite name." 

Brandi became angry at the idea of someone giving her a slave name, how dare they take it upon themselves to name her. She smiled on remembering this was all just a game. 'I must relax. I'm no slave, there's no such thing in this day and age.'

"I bought the slave at an auction from a previous master. I think it became too much to handle. She was trained as a slut slave after getting into the scene and wanting to become a twenty-four-seven slave. I'm not sure it wanted to become a slut but has taken to it well, as you can see. You can take the slut to the dungeon this afternoon if you think you can handle it."

Brandi looked the slave over carefully. Michelle was wet between the legs and still eyeing Kevin's lap. She was licking her lips and vamping it up trying to seduce him. Brandi looked at her with anger in her eyes wishing to say something. How could the woman allow someone to put her into an auction? The very thought of being bought by a man as an obedient slave frightened her. Surely they couldn't be serious!

She was busy thinking what to say to Kevin when they were alone. She didn't want this slut anywhere near him this afternoon. The fierceness of those thoughts was a surprise. Why should she care? She told herself it wasn't jealousy rather it was the need of Kevin's protection while here that brought on those feelings. 

A sudden shiver slipped cold down her back like a wet flannel. What if he gave in to the sluts charms? Would he hand Brandi over to one of the more experienced masters for training? 

They might be harsh, inflicting pain, maybe even brainwashing her like Kelly into complete submission. What if he became bored with her, would he auction her off to a stranger. She tried to tell herself these wild thoughts were silly but they felt so strong.

Brandi tried to relax. They would be going home tomorrow so there was little chance of being moulded into a little submissive pet ready to be sold to the highest bidder. Brandi decided to try to keep the rebellious streak under control and obey Kevin as much as she could, just for this afternoon.

***

In the dungeon Michelle assumed the position as ordered. Once more naked, Brandi assumed her own position too. She tried very hard not to look sideways at the slut, though needing to keep an eye on her. Instead she concentrated on impressing Kevin with the new learned skills. A number was said and they both assumed the slave position indicated. 

She was a little slower than the slut being less experienced but she tried hard to keep up and wanted to beat her to it. Fortunately she had an advantage as the slut was distracted from obviously being stoked up and therefore fidgety and lacking in concentration.

Brandi wouldn't demean herself to play up to him as much as the slut so was loosing out. She hated loosing more than being commanded to pose in the lewd poses. She noticed Kevin was enjoying himself too much and wasn't paying her enough attention. 

"Ok, that's enough. Come over here and help me," Kevin said to Michelle.

Brandi lay back on the carpet breathing heavily from the exertion with eyes closed. Feeling Kevin and Michelle grabbing an ankle each she kicked out attempting to roll over and get up. They had the Velcro straps fastened before she could get away. But then, where could she run to?

She tensed her body wondering what was next. Remembering Kelly's and some of the Masters comments brought on a feeling of dread. Surely he wasn't going to pierce her pussy? 

"Please, Master." She whined pitifully. Spread eagled on the floor left her helpless to resist what ever he wanted to do to her.

"Yes Pet?" 

"What are you going to do with me, Master," she said respectfully not daring to rile him.

"Not much, just wait and see."

She looked up at Michelle standing over her. She could see the pierced pussy lips with little rings through them and groaned. The idea of having her perfect body being ruined like that was agonising. 

Kevin summoned Michelle over to one of the racks seeking her help with something. She couldn't hear what they were saying but knew it was about her. 

"I'll be back in a moment." Kevin told her.

"He's gone for advice from John little pathetic Pet." Michelle said. "Don't worry I'll look after you," she said, with a wicked little laugh. Michelle stroked Brandi's long fine hair. With a free hand she reached down to Brandi's sex. She pinched the labia then massaged everything with her whole hand and fingers. Downward her hand glided with a finger pressing into her asshole. Then upward the hand dragged a fingernail over Brandi's bud.

"Get away you slut! Leave me alone. I'll scream for my Master!" Brandi shouted at her. Brandi needed protection from this dreadful slave so didn't hesitate over calling Kevin her master.

"That's no good this place is soundproofed," she stopped anyway and walked over to one of the racks. She came back to lie next to Brandi. With her wet fingers she played with herself and slowly eased in a large double ended phallus with deeper and deeper strokes until one end disappeared into her body. 

Brandi couldn't take her eyes off the rude thing. She watched as the slut lifted her hips to fasten straps around thighs and waist. The woman's eyes were bright with lust and she leaned over Brandi. The face got closer and closer with wet lips parting. Brandi felt the hardness of the dildo against a hip and strained to move away from it and those advancing lips.

The big wide mouth encompassed hers sucking Brandi's lips into her mouth to nibble on them. The tongue licked her face as she climbed on top. Brandi desperately pulled her legs together but there was no escape from the spreader bars. She bucked her hips trying to push the bigger woman off but her weight kept Brandi flat on the floor.

Brandi lifted her head meaning to avoid the slut but she licked and kissed her neck. On feeling the other end of the long double ended dildo against her thigh she froze.

"No please! You can't do that to me! No!" Brandi pleaded. 

"Your body is so hot! I must have you," the slut breathed heavily in an ear. 

Brandi could see how worked up she was, writhing on her with the dildo edging ever closer to her vagina. The bitch was past listening to reason. I can't let her take my virginity with that damn thing. "Please! No! I'm a virgin you can't do this to me. Please master, help me!" Brandi screamed.

Brandi felt the huge dildo nudging her lips and opened her mouth to scream. Feeling the bitch tongue her she bit down on it. Michelle screamed and almost rolled off Brandi who was desperately attempting to buck her off. 

"Right now pathetic little pet. I'm going to make you my little pet gyrl." Michelle growled at her.

Brandi felt the huge thing push at her sex; unable to pull her legs together she was left open and available. She had dried up through fear and knew it was going to hurt. 

However much pain it would be that was nothing compared to the shame and disappointment this would bring. Her whole life would be ruined. She would have this disgusting rape to look back on rather than the special moment it was meant to be.

Brandi felt the woman's hips draw back. With her eyes closed she waited for the final thrust that would pierce her lips to roughly invade her body taking her virginity. Her mind and body went limp. She was resigned to her fate. There was nothing to do but try and relax, avoiding as much pain as possible. 

The woman's hips kept rising. Her thighs lifted. Her body weight seemed to lift. An animal like shriek curdled her blood. Brandi wet herself in fear. She opened her eyes to see Kevin dragging the bitch by the hair across the room. Brandi shivered. 

Kevin stumbled over to Brandi to push his arms around her, cradling her in his arms. "I'm sorry Pet. I'm supposed to look after you." He kissed her lips and forehead. His lips were all over her face and neck in soothing soft caresses. 

This time the touch was delicious. The embrace was comforting. She began to breath normally, her heart still racing. "Thank you, Master," she cried out. "I promise to behave like a good pet. Just don't leave me again, please master," she wailed.

"You! Stay there," he commanded Michelle.

Knowing she was in trouble the red-head cowered in the corner where she had been dumped. Anger had added strength to Kevin as he lifted her bodily from his Pet. He had dragged her by the hair to throw into a corner of the dungeon

Kevin undid the straps of the spreader bars releasing Brandi. He strode over to the stocks and called Michelle over to him. "Assume the position. You know what to do." He watched her bend over to place head and wrists in the slots. He swung the wooden top into place trapping them in the medieval looking stocks.

"Brandi. Choose a weapon. Over there on the wall, there are paddles and whips. Other nasty things too," he added.

Brandi fetched a thin cane that looked as though it would sting. Kevin stepped away from the slut's bare ass with a hand gesture indicating Brandi should administer the punishment. Michelle hadn't said a word, not a whimper left her lips since being flung into the corner.

The thin cane flashed across both cheeks with all the force Brandi could muster leaving a red welt. "Bitch!" she said with deadly calm. 

"One." Michelle responded. 

It startled Brandi putting her off the next stroke for a moment. But of course this was the correct procedure and Michelle had been well trained. She had been a slave for some time and knew the rules well. A swish of the cane, then a slap upon a pair of fleshy buttocks, followed by a grunt from Brandi, as though she were playing tennis.

"Two." 

The counting went up to ten before Brandi was sated. It was just a little infuriating to hear nothing, not even a yelp, just the quiet subdued counting escaping the slut's mouth. It was as though this were nothing to her. She couldn't even insult the woman by calling her a slut for that was precisely what she was. 

"You had better take a shower to clean yourself up. I'll tell John she's been punished." 

Creeping back from the bathroom after Kevin left Brandi searched the racks of equipment with an idea for revenge. Two small items was all she needed. Brandi stood close behind the woman telling herself a caning hadn't been enough. 

"What are you up to little sobbing pet. You're lucky your master saved you. Owww! What are you doing, get away, fuck off! No! No! You can't do that, you don't know what you're doing!"

Brandi pushed in to the woman's vagina a Chinese egg. A small vibrator followed to fill her up. Any movement would set the Chinese egg in motion and the vibrator made sure it was constant. The slave slut now had the teasing thing inside her constantly working her up. 

What was so cruel was that she had been trained as a slut to always be on heat, always ready and this was taking her to the very edge but no further. A small lock pinched the labia rings together wrapping the lips around the torture instruments. 

"Please! NO! You don't know what you are doing to me! That damn thing will just keep me on the edge and I need to cum, please!"

The playing with Brandi and the caning had brought her to a near orgasm but now she was caught on the edge of a desperately need orgasm. She tried to push out the torture instruments but the lock clasped both rings tight. There was no way they could be extracted without the key. Brandi waved it in front of the sluts face and smiled sweetly.

"Bitch, fucking bitch pet! Get back here!" she cursed.

Brandi went back to the shower wondering if she dare flush the key down the toilet.

***

Carefully soaping the sore nipples was turning her on. "Damn him!" she cursed. It was despicable to have her body damaged with those little innocent looking rings through both nipples. They were terrible yet seemed to stoke her up with every touch. 




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 03



She wanted to lie under the hot water letting it splash her sex with the inevitable play for a much needed orgasm. Instead she dried her naked body ready to pad back on bare feet into the dungeon. She felt guilty as the sluts' moans and groans had settled into a pathetic pleading for an orgasm. 

Before Brandi could do anything Kevin returned with John. "Assume your position Pet Slave," John commanded. "You have no right to punish my slave." He stated. 

There was no anger in the voice but she knew there was trouble on the way so jumped to the floor. She spread her legs displaying her sex to them both. Her hands went behind her neck to thrust small breasts out for them, only they took no notice.

"Where's the key?" John asked.

Thankful she hadn't carried through on the idea of flushing it. She swallowed as a tinge of fear stroked her throat and replied "In the bathroom, Sir." Brandi quavered. 

John unlocked his slave's pussy and pulled out the tormenting devices. Michele still moaned having been caught on the edge of an orgasm for too long. Brandi watched him fondle her breasts while whispering in an ear what seemed soothing words. He unzipped his jeans. She watched in fascination as he took out a large penis and fed it into her open dripping pussy. 

She was still bent over in the stocks pathetically pleading to be taken. Her legs stiffened on feeling his cock touch her prone body. She wailed in excitement. He thrust in a long slow hard stroke. 

"Oh! Thank you, Master!" She screeched. Her whole body quaked with an orgasm raking her body from head to toe. The orgasm didn't last long but it left her panting. At last the pathetic noise had subsided as she keened a satisfied sound of pleasure.

"Thank you, master, for letting me cum. Thank you Master," she intoned. It sounded like a well learnt religious chant. 

Turning to Brandi he said, "You haven't been here long enough to know what you were doing to a Slut Slave. A slut is always on the edge ready to cum for a master so we have to treat it right. From what Kevin told me I understand why you did it but you still need to be punished." 

Kevin had released the Slut Slave for her to collapse in a corner. She eventually assumed the position to await her master's pleasure, or displeasure.

Brandi shivered with fear unsure if she could stand another punishment. Would it be another public spanking or a harsher more humiliating reprimand? Brandi lowered her head in shame.

Kevin brought over the familiar spreader bar while John looked down at her. The look wasn't fierce but it was enough to overawe her into obedience. There was no telling what this man could do. She felt so vulnerable and naked but dare not cover her body from that powerful stare. Even if she wanted to there was no way to pull her ankles together while they were gripped wide in the spreader bar.

Kevin came over with a small machine similar to the one that had pierced the nipples. In dismay she watched him kneel between her legs, knowing what was to happen next but trying not to believe it. With eyes wide open, the pupils surrounded with the whites of her eyes; she watched closely mesmerised by the sight of this final degradation. 

She could feel him pushing and pulling at the lips of her pussy. This was too much! She couldn't let him do this. Brandi had been wrong it was she who needed protection not Kelly. 

"Nooo! Please, Master," Brandi begged. A sharp sting brought a gasp from her throat replacing the whispered pleading. John was watching the process but he was no longer in Brandi's vision as she laid back in pain and sorrow. The wariness over his presence had been forgotten as all she could think about was the piercing of her pussy lips.

The sting was not so great as to prevent her from shouting out at Kevin rather it was the indignity of it that dried her mouth speechless. Yet again this man was piercing her body. He had a key to the locks on her pierced ears and he had pierced her nipples and even her mouth had been pierced with his penis. Now he was piercing her pussy.

The thought of him playing with her body as though it belonged to him brought a feeling of subservience to this man that was difficult to shake off. Her mouth opened to shout at him. Unsure if it was a weak plea for clemency or an outburst of anger the answer was drowned by a cry of pain as another sharp sting choked off the words.

Brandi sobbed from the disgrace of having her lips pierced. She laid on the floor in complete submission having given in from the indignity and humiliation. The feeling of having lost ownership of her body to him was overwhelming. It was all the more terrible that this ill-treatment yet again left her feeling aroused. 

Brandi wanted to loudly curse him yet at the same time felt a great need for his arms about her. She wanted again to feel his protective embrace. The confusion of feelings left her bemused, unable to think straight. One powerful emotion was clear. She needed a cock. She wanted at last to lose the virginity that had been held on to for so long.

The idea shocked her. The very idea of letting Kevin take her virginity was strange when even boyfriends had been refused. He wasn't even someone she had got to know very well. 

She hardly felt the spreader bar being removed then he helped her up from the floor. Kevin led the helpless wreck back to their room. He bathed her and pampered her with ointments and perfumes while she wondered at the feelings assaulting a whirling mind. 

Kevin laid her back on the bed looking at the beautiful petite naked body. The slave looked small and vulnerable bringing a strong deep feeling of protectiveness to him. He crawled onto the bed not wanting to disturb the wide eyed slave, wanting to wrap his arms about her.

Brandi should have pushed him away but an urgent need to have him comfort the weary mind and body engulfed her. She was about to call out his name but instead said, "Master, please master." The words were soft and gentle matching the caresses of his lips and finger tips gliding over the smooth clean skin.

He pulled the unresisting body to his. Only then did she realise he too was naked. The heat of his body fired her up even more. The submissive feeling of wanting to be taken became so much more intense. Little feathery ideas of resisting fluttered by without meaning, melting like snow crystals alighting upon a furnace.

His penis nudged a thigh feeling hot and hard. As so often over the last days her legs parted without permission of rational thought. He leant over her prone body seeking the pierced nipples to suck them as well as the little rings into his mouth. The reminder of being pierced this time aroused passion, not indignation.

Feeling the hardness stroke her lips she parted her legs almost out straight as she had learnt to do. The pierced lips were still swollen and sore but this wasn't felt. This was her master ready to pierce her yet again. A rush of emotional need to be completed, to be made a woman, swept over any final resistance. 

In that moment Brandi felt so dependent upon him she was ready to submit to being his slave woman. This piercing of her body needed to be done to make her a woman and completely his.

She felt the hardness nudge her more than ready opening. On top he dominated her body and her mind submitted as the slave body had already. She felt a master's hardness push inside. His cock heaved at her vagina. The slight pain did nothing to bring her back to reality rather the feeling of being filled sent a quake of greater sensations spreading through her body.

It was as though her whole world was focused upon his penis. Her master was taking her! It was a journey never made before with every bump on the road sending shivers of delight directly into her mind. At that very moment it felt as though nothing more could be endured, that she might die of pleasure then she felt his whole body stiffen.

So sensitive to his presence inside her body she felt or imagined she felt a splash of cum hit the walls of a over sensitive vagina. She lifted her legs to wrap them around his hips crossing her ankles over his bottom. She pulled at him wanting to feel full, needing to be completely consumed by him.

He jerked his hips again and again. She felt as though he were filling her with gallons of seed. In a blank dark mind phrases lit up brightly in neon; my master's cock has taken me, master is filling me with his cum - I belong to my master's cock.

The phrases were burning into her subconscious. The slave had been taken by her master. The master believed she belonged to him now and the slave believed she was owned by him. Brandi was his slave. There was nothing she could do but submit to his wishes. She knew this with all her heart and mind. She wanted it to be so.



Brandi and Kelly Ch. 04



Brandi 4

The Party

Kevin stared down at Brandi lying prone on the bed. It had started as a game but now he felt very protective of her as a Master should. Dark black fine soft hair sprayed out over the pillow. The alluring exotic Asian features were small and delicate. Her sweet face held a submissive smile making it so adorable he wanted to lay down on the bed to hold her tight. 

There was a faraway look in her eyes that were usually so expressive of emotion; often it was anger but now sublimely peaceful. The rings were still irritating her labia but it looked more swollen from their love making. Her lips had parted showing off her sex bringing a desire to lavish her with hugs and kisses. 

It was tempting but they would be late for the party and he wanted to show off his slave to everyone. In the wardrobe he found the outfit he wanted to dress her in for the party. 

She lay back letting him manoeuvre her limbs as though it were a gesture of submission. In truth she was still dreamy from the deep orgasm he had given her. He hurried her into the bathroom to wash her pussy. She let him do all the work feeling his hands down there, musing that he now owned it.

She felt disappointed when they left the room for she wanted him to take her again. 'Later, master,' she thought. 'You have mastered my body and mind. I am yours and want to be yours again.'

In the doorway to the dungeon she balked at stepping through. There were too many people there. She looked down at herself seeing how naked she was. Her master had threaded a thin chain through a collar ring down to a nipple ring. From there the chain passed through the rings in her pussy, back up to the other nipple and on to the collar.

Both wrists were attached to a leather belt encasing her waist ensuring her hands were useless for protection of her naked body. Two leather straps gripped her thighs with chains linking them both. She could only take small steps but just one seemed too much. There were other women scantily clad but only she was exposing everything. 

She knew her master wanted to show his slave off but this was too much. When he pulled on the leash she had to move into the party room. Lowering her head in shame she tried to hide her red face in the long black silky hair. The long hair partially hid her small breasts but with every step it swung revealing one then the other nipple.

Moving naked among strangers brought a feeling of being in an outlandish dream. This wasn't a mall or a college lecture hall but was all the more surreal and upsetting. If she had been able to raise her hands Brandi would have clung on tight to her master for his protection.

"Hi John," Kevin said. 

"Welcome to the party. We have one every week for the part-timers," He chuckled. "Your slave looks delicious. I see the labia rings are settling in already. The others were right it has a well shaped pussy, though I prefer longer lips. I suppose you could always stretch them with weights if you prefer," he said.

Their matter of fact discussion of her body was shameful. How dare they even think of doing something so disgraceful? More worrying was how such talk might stoke her up. From experience over the last few days she knew it was possible and her pussy was on public show. Everyone would see her sex becoming aroused!

"I'll consider it but it seems a pity to change perfection," Kevin commented. 

John gave a tug on the chain pulling it over her nipples. She felt it pull her lips upward as well as the tingle over both nipples. The nakedness combined with having her wrists chained to the belt brought on a deep feeling of vulnerability. Yet again the feeling of needing her master's protection was reinforcing the idea of being mastered, of being a slave.

Seeing Kelly across the room they moved through the crowd toward her. Brandi was on tow being led on a leash with the demeanour of a submissive slave. She was recovering her wits after giving her virginity to Kevin, regaining the usual resistance after the onslaught of emotions in his bed.

"Hi Kelly," Kevin said. He had a full bright smile on his face while lifting the leash meaning to show off his conquest. 

Brandi marvelled at her friend. She was fully rigged out as a Pony-Girl with the coveted plume in her head harness. Reins fell down over her bare chest ready for a master to pull her into service. 'At least her sex and ass are covered,' Brandi thought.

The tight leather was so thin it showed off everything between the legs with a prominent camel-toe but Brandi was still envious. 

"You two can chat while I get a drink," he told them.

Brandi wanted to say something to hold him back or to be taken with him. Too fearful to speak she instead sidled closer to her friend. 

"Has he taken you yet?" Kelly asked casually. 

"How did you know?" 

"It's obvious from the way you look at him. You really are his little pet gyrl now!" she laughed.

Brandi flapped her lips wanting to deny it but couldn't. "We'll be going home soon, after this party probably. I need to get away from here. It's so hard fighting this slave thing," she whispered. "I keep finding myself believing it all."

"What don't you believe?" Kelly asked.

"All of it! It's just a game. They aren't really slaves, they have jobs and lives away from here," Brandi nodded toward Michelle after trying unsuccessfully to point.

"The party ones just play around at weekends and at the club. Michelle is a real slave though."

"What do you mean?" Brandi asked, with a deep frown on her face.

"The other ponies were talking about her and the other slaves. They are permanently here as John's slaves. John has trained some of them and bought some of them at auctions," Kelly revealed.

Brandi didn't want to believe it. She would have to ask the slut slave for herself. She smirked at her friend. "So that's straight from the horse's mouth is it?"

Kelly looked at her with a stern look of indignation until they broke out in stifled laughter. 

"Call her over will you? I'll ask her for myself," Brandi said. Looking at her friends arms trapped down the sides of the leather outfit she thought again. It was infuriating that neither of them could wave her over. Eventually the two friends caught Michelle's eye and she made her way toward them.

"I've been looking out for you, wanted to thank you Slave Pet." Michelle smiled shyly.

"My name is Brandi! What do you want to thank me for?" She asked suspiciously. 

"Because of what you did my master fucked me. Thanks, I was so desperate for an orgasm. You're not wearing a proper slave collar yet so you can't have a proper slave name. Do you want a drink? Just don't let anyone see you."

"No thanks. What's your real name then?" Brandi asked.

"I don't have one anymore. You'll like the scene too so don't worry," the slave slut smiled.

"Don't you have a job or a life outside of here?" Brandi asked, with a curious look creasing her face.

"A job?" she laughed. "I'm a slave, I don't have a job or a life other than being my masters fuck toy." Michelle told her proudly. She seemed to find it curious that anything but this should be considered.

"How did you get into all this?" 

"It's difficult to remember," the slave slut prevaricated. It wasn't encouraged to ask someone about their history or to stir up memories often best forgotten. She looked at Brandi seeing a need to understand what was happening to her rather than just gossiping. 

"A boyfriend introduced me to the scene. We lived in Cincinnati back then and he took me to a private club occasionally," Michelle said. She was thinking hard having pushed it to the back of her mind over the years. "That was a long time ago," she smiled. 

"I was in trouble, lost my job, then the boyfriend left me and I had nowhere to go. Someone from the club took me on as his live-in slave. I thought it would be OK until I got on my feet. Didn't realise what I was letting myself in for though. You know how it is, time goes by and you just go along with things." The memory of it seemed to pain her but she carried on. 

"He sent me away for training but got fed up with me after a couple of years. I can be rather demanding," she laughed. "He put me in an auction and the guy who bought me considered I was his property rather than just a live-in slave. Then a series of owners auctioned me off until eventually I ended up here," she said, shrugging her wide shoulders. "I guess I've been a slave for the past twelve years. I couldn't go back now even if I wanted to," she sighed.

"It's great with John though! Hey, I had better get back to serving, don't want to get into trouble," she said, with a mischievous look lighting her hazel eyes.

"Do you believe her?" Brandi asked her friend.

"It's what I heard from the other ponies. Look Brandi, you're enjoying it so just relax. You must be enjoying something otherwise you wouldn't still be here." Kelly said.

Brandi nearly said it was to look out for her but that sounded like a lame excuse. Was she enjoying it? Her body had been badly used and abused. She had nearly been raped and lost her virginity to someone she was unsure of. Only half an hour ago she thought it was love but was it?

What had happened to her in this damn place was weird. It was diabolical. Yet it was exciting too. Thinking about what Michelle had said was less enthralling though. The idea of being a sex slave for years then being auctioned off was frightening. A state of shock was taking over leaving her breathless. 

"Could we end up like that Kelly?" Brandi almost squealed in fear.

"Don't be silly! There is a difference between playing around and living it. Just go with the flow and enjoy yourself." Kelly told her.

Before she could straighten out the tormenting thoughts she caught sight of Kevin and John walking toward them. Kelly straightened herself up looking like a proud Pony-Girl as her master approached. John fastened the bit into her mouth, took a hold of the reins and led her away into the crowd. 

"There has been an argument as to whether your ass is more beautiful than your pussy." Kevin laughed. He didn't notice the appalled look on her face but took up the leash to take her away. He stopped and spoke to everyone. Some she recognised from the club but most were strangers. 

It was agonizing being paraded around naked among these men. Brandi tried to calm down with deep breaths and pleasant thoughts. She shut herself away from the crowd, which was easy as no one expected her to speak. 

Some touched the chains and even fingered her naked body. At least there was a strict rule about not invading her body cavities. No fingers or other objects were allowed to be poked inside her. Was this a consolation? How low had her standards dropped to think it was?

She had become used to being naked and was getting used to being talked about in lewd terms as though she weren't there. It was so humiliating to have intimate parts of her body discussed. With her head down she avoided reacting to the awful attention not wanting to meet their eye or even recognise who they were.

"So what do we have here? This is new. Cute little slave isn't it," a man commented to her master.

Brandi suddenly took notice. There was something familiar about the voice. It was Asian but it was more than that. She tried to look at him through her long hair without revealing her face. A large man stood close examining her body freely pawing her. He was closely examining every inch making comments she didn't want to hear. 

When he turned to speak to her master she looked up at him. Brandi bit her lip in consternation. She recognised him, it was Thomas; he used to work for her father. About five years ago they had an argument and he set up his own antique furniture import business in competition with her father. 

She had heard he was now very wealthy with a business almost as big as her fathers. The anger at seeing him subsided to be replaced with fear. She listened intently to their conversation.

"Well it is such beautiful novice-slave Kevin. Would you consider selling it? I would very much like to take over the training. It is always a great opportunity to break in a novice. Well then, perhaps you might consider a gift as well as a high price. This slave is well broken in and will do whatever you want."

Brandi held still trying not to shiver in fear. She looked down at the woman squatting at the man's feet. The slave he was offering Kevin was a gorgeous blonde. Her large breasts swelled pointing at him in the pose she held. Her knees were spread showing off a tiny pouch that only just covered her pussy. It seemed to want to break free of the thin material that formed a deep camel-toe from swollen lips.

Long golden hair fell down her back like a waterfall shimmering with every tiny movement. What struck Brandi so badly was the completely docile look on the poor slaves face. She looked as though every shred of humanity had been trained out of her, leaving a pathetic compliant creature squatting on the floor at her master's feet. 

If this was an example of his training she should run right now. She was only keeping quiet so as not to attract attention. If he recognised her there would be hell to pay.

"Let me take a look at it. Small breasts, but they can be enhanced. This one at my feet is all natural Kevin. Feel them, they are real," he said.

Brandi watched her master fondle the slave's breasts. He was taking too much interest in the damn woman. The obnoxious man took hold of a nipple to examine the ring. She desperately tried to hide her face from him. If he recognised her what would happen then? Would he spread ugly gossip around the Taiwan community about her? He could shame her family by telling gossips he had seen her naked in chains among men.

'Oh my god!' A thought struck her like a slap across the face. He could offer Kevin a fortune for her as the devil could extract any price from her father. Her father would want to keep the shame of his daughter being bought as a slave from being known in the Taiwan community. What if her father disowned her and refused to pay? Thomas would be angry and train her even more harshly! He would push her to breaking point until she ended up like that broken subservient slave at his feet.

Looking down through her long hair she watched him pull on the chain. It ran through the little ring piercing her nipple. She felt it pull on her pussy lips. She dare not yelp at the pain; needing to keep quiet she submitted to the indignity.

He placed a hand between the legs cupping her sex. The hot sweaty hand was disgusting but she managed to keep still. Kevin was distracted, examining the blonde slave allowing Thomas to take advantage.

Against the rules he was invading her most private place which she now thought of as her master's place and wished desperately for Kevin to take notice. He owned her pussy and this horrible man was abusing it. She willed her master to look up needing his protection more than ever.

If she made a fuss Thomas would discover who she was so out of desperation kept quiet. He was nearly three times her age and here he was fingering her pussy! Kevin was still looking the blonde over while the devil began to finger fuck her in earnest. In dismay she heard her breathing quickening. He was arousing her! The danger of discovery and the terrible shame was stoking her up. 

This disgusting man would make her cum if she didn't do something soon. Surely she wouldn't disgrace herself so intolerably with an orgasm on this man's fingers? The humiliation of being so helpless and so close to an orgasm was driving her on. He knew exactly what he was doing with those expert fingers delving into her while he teased a nipple with a free hand. 

To her disgust she started to me like a little pitiable animal. A low quiet keening noise escaped her lips. She couldn't move and would soon be past caring what he did with her. For too long she had played with her own body to reach an orgasm, so the route was well known. She thought of Kevin piercing her with his penis and that special feeling of being full. She shook her head of the thought as it made it all the more difficult to resist those expert fingers.

"It is very compliant Kevin. You must be congratulated on your training of this slave. What will you make of it? It would make a nice little pet slave," he said, while still manipulating her.

Kevin at last was taking notice of her. He hadn't noticed the hidden finger breaking the rules yet it was obvious something was happening. Her whole body was trembling on the brink of an orgasm. 

"I would take great pleasure in breaking the will of this one," he murmured. A large sum was mentioned and Kevin's attention relaxed from her.

"You can't be serious." Kevin exclaimed.

"I am Kevin. I never joke about money. That includes the gift too. The slave will be yours to keep. Fully broken in, very complaint, not like John's disobedient slaves. It will do whatever you want without question. It came to me for a loan and couldn't repay, so I took the only thing it had left, its freedom. Then I trained it to submit," Thomas said with a self satisfied smirk.

"She, I mean it, wasn't into this scene before you trained it?" Kevin asked, looking at the woman with concern.

At last he let go of her pussy but then pumped a bare cheek. "No. It was a bit of a shock for it at first but a good thorough regime of punishment with occasional rewards soon brings them to heel. So, think it over," he smiled with a firm grip to Kevin's elbow.

"Nice ass too, it would make a very cute little pet. Here's my card." Thomas said. He looked confident and Kevin looked worried.

Brandi struggled to bring her breathing under control. She didn't care what anyone thought of her except Kevin. She had to stop him thinking about the money and the blonde slave. Perhaps she should play at being his perfect little slave gyrl to keep him happy. Could she impress him enough to keep his protection as her master? She needed his protection after meeting that awful ex-employee of her fathers.

The thought of being helpless in the hands of that despicable man was too horrendous to stomach. Kevin and this place had affected her thinking so much already it was easy to imagine what might happen if held by Thomas for long enough. She looked back at the pathetic creature cowering at Thomas's feet and shuddered. 

"No way!" she whispered. To avoid such a fate Brandi was determined to impress her master with faithfulness, obedience and hard work.

***

John startled them both when he spoke. "I see you've met the wonderful Thomas," he said, with a sarcastic laden voice. "I should avoid him if I were you he's a nasty piece of work." 

The look of worry upon Brandi's face was enough for John to ask, "What did he do to you, pet slave? Tell me," he said with such force she relented.

She didn't want to reveal to her master or anyone what Thomas had done to her for it was too shaming. It was as though John had read her mind to force the words from her. "He fingered me, Sir."

"How deep?" he asked.

"His fingers were right inside and I almost cum, Sir," she whimpered, while looking at the floor. It was impossible to look at either of them but especially her master. The terrible experience had brought her so low she was thinking of Kevin as her master without the usual reserve. Surrounded by all these people she had given in to a stranger finger fucking her. If he had continued she knew an orgasm would have overtaken all inhibitions. 

So now he knew how low she had been brought. It had spoilt that new found relationship formed from giving Master her virginity. What would he think of her now?

"He offered to buy her. Is that possible? What would stop her from just walking away?" Kevin asked. The words tumbled from him revealing what he had been thinking about while they had been silent in their own little world within the party.




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 04



"Yes it's possible. He would keep her in his dungeon. I don't know where it is but he has one and she wouldn't be the only slave there. I think he imports Asian women to train and sell to wannabe Masters. He also sends women from here across the Pacific. That one over there is probably destined for Taiwan or Hong Kong." 

"He covers up the slave trade with the antique importing business. I've tried to find out how he does it but haven't had much success. That's why I tolerate him here, to find his warehouse dungeon and gain more information about his operation. Do you intend to sell the slave, it's up to you." John told him.

Kevin shook his head. "I just don't understand why he offered so much."

Brandi's gut feeling had been right. She had known it was possible despite ignorance of the scene. With such men there was always a way of getting what they wanted. She shuddered at the very idea of being sold to that man as a sex slave. If told a few days ago of such a plan Brandi would have laughed in their face. She, like so many others, just assumed slavery of any kind was impossible in the twenty-first century.

She thought of the news reports about young women brought into the country for prostitution kept as sex slaves by gangs. Of women who gave into young local gangs to become their playthings. It was never reported that rich respectable men kept slaves but looking around the dungeon it was obviously possible. 

Michelle had even admitted she had voluntarily become a slave. Admittedly it was out of desperation but she had walked into it with some knowledge, unlike the poor woman with Thomas. She hadn't been into this life style but had been tricked into it and now it would be impossible to get out having lost the will to resist.

All this and more spun through Brandi's mind. She hadn't thought this game was so serious. She looked at Kevin aware of a desperate need for his protection, so much so, she was willing to think of him as her master.

"Just look after your slave, that's the prime responsibility of a true master," John advised. It was said with a deep belief strongly held.

"We had better go," Kevin said to his slave. 

Brandi wondered if he meant home but as worried as she was didn't want to leave her friend here. She saw Kelley among a group of admirers as they made their way across the dungeon. She was helpless in the pony-suit and now had a bit in her mouth leaving her even more vulnerable. 

Without a thought as to how strange the idea was she hoped her friend would soon be locked up in her cage for the night. It would be safer there rather than here in the party with strangers and Thomas. With a glance over her shoulder she felt happier that John was looking after his new Pony-Girl.

They entered Kevin's room where both of them sighed as a sign of relief. It had been too much pressure for both of them, for different reasons. Kevin had been tempted over such a large amount of money. The thought of owning a slave had been enthralling but after thinking about the practicalities, had dismissed it. 

He looked at Brandi squatting on the floor in her slave position. She was looking up at him obviously needing attention. She didn't usually wait on ceremony but would simply open her mouth to fire away with fiery bullets, always aimed at him. He was too strung out to stand a string of complaints and abuse. Nevertheless he told her, "Speak pet gyrl."

"Master!"

That was a good sign he thought, though it probably meant she was building up to a particularly spiteful rebuke. After all he had let her down this evening by not protecting her from Thomas. He waited, not giving anything away.

Brandi felt like kicking someone but held back the temper knowing it would only get her into deep trouble. It was worth grovelling if it ensured he didn't abandon her to Thomas. Dressed in chains she was too vulnerable to fight and couldn't trust her tongue. She took a deep breath. 

"I promise to be a good pet gyrl and obey you, Master," she managed to say. She even gave him the innocent little waif look, to emphasis the promise. On seeing his resistance she choked back a sob. It was her fault for fighting him all the way over the past couple of days until now he was waiting for the usual acid tongue. 

Desperation called for desperate measures of humility. Brandi gulped, took a deep breath and let the words flow. "Your slave begs you to never sell her to that nasty man. She will submit to you but begs you not to humiliate her in front of friends and family. You have marked her as yours, but please do not mark her where others will see it."

"Please master your slave will be your pet to play with. She will try not to be sassy so you do not need to gag her. She will reveal her slave body when you so order. She begs you not to pierce her where it shows but knows you will pierce her and mark her as part of your humiliation of her if she disobeys."

Directly beneath her nostrils a wet pussy smell drifted up. It shook her a moment to realise how hot she was. The words conjured an image in her mind that stoked her to boiling point.

"Oh! Master! Gyrl is your slut and begs for you to keep her, please!"

Kevin was stunned by this outburst. He had been attracted over the idea of owning a slave - who wouldn't be tempted when that beautiful blonde was on offer - but he had dismissed the whole idea when eventually reminding himself this was an experiment. Besides, Brandi was a beautiful young woman that any man would crave with all his desire.

So now he had Brandi just where he wanted her. This would be very interesting. From the beginning he had wondered how far he could push her into the role of slave and now she was desperate for his protection. Fortunately he managed to keep a neutral face this time rather than show his deep concern for her. 

"Do you have what it takes to serve a Master?"

"Yes, Master," She stammered.

"Do you promise to always please your master?" Again she answered with a quavering little voice.

"Will you enjoy sexual use by your master?" He hardly heard the whispered answer but could see how worked up she was. 

"Does slave wish to learn the ways of pleasing her Master?"

"Yes, Master," she replied with the agony of humiliation showing clear in her voice.

"Then your Master shall keep pet slave to train to his liking."

"Thank you, Master." Brandi replied. By this time her chin had dropped to her chest with the long black hair hiding the colour of crimson shame stroking her face.

Kevin sat on the edge of the bed before his legs gave way from sexual tension. This gorgeous young woman across from him was exposing her most private parts that were clearly on fire with lust for him.

"Crawl over to your master and worship his cock." Kevin commanded.

Brandi's reaction to such a suggestion would have been mocking laughter or to smack his face depending on the mood she was in at the time. This situation however had aroused her passion leaving her vulnerable to his whim and she knew it but could do nothing to stop herself. 

She crawled to his feet where a frantic scrabbling at the jeans managed to free his penis without scraping it too much on the metal zip. In her hands it throbbed hotly as she wondered what to do next. He knew she didn't have much experience but needed to prove she was worthy of keeping. Brandi was so hot she didn't question this new way of thinking. 

One small delicate hand lightly gripped the base of his cock with the other gently massaging his balls. After a moment's hesitation her lips pouted into a perfect shape to absorb his cock. With just the head of his cock in her mouth she ran the tip of her tongue over its eye bringing an uncontrollable shudder to his legs.

Instinctively she knew this was the right thing to do. She used her hands and bobbed her head up and down the shaft that bulged out a cheek. Remembering friends talking about blowing their boyfriends she doubted if she could swallow his cock for it already felt huge in her mouth. 

If this shameful act was to satisfy her master she would have to try to take it down her throat. When it hit the back of her throat she gagged, almost vomiting. Tears welled in her eyes from the dreadful experience as well as from the thought of failure.

"Don't hurt yourself Pet. I'll teach you sometime," he gasped. His breathing was ragged revealing how close he was to an orgasm. "On the bed," he croaked through a dry mouth.

Brandi scrambled onto the bed to lie with legs spread almost sideways. Revealing her sex to him was no longer even embarrassing where it would have been deeply humiliating before this weekend.

She watched him undress almost licking her lips at the sight of a manly broad back. He wasn't built like a muscle bound bodybuilder rather he was slightly built with a manly shape that excited her. He turned to throw his boxer shorts onto a chair giving her a view of a tight muscular dimpled bottom. She quivered in delight. 

She imagined the strong leg muscles thrusting at her knowing it was only moments before experiencing it for just the second time in her life. He crawled onto the bottom of the bed and she lewdly lifted her hips to show him everything. The movement had been automatic from having practised the slave positions so often. Brandi was offering a slave body to a master without reservations or inhibitions like a bitch on heat.

He kissed her open pussy sucking everything into his mouth. He nibbled it with his teeth setting her sex on fire. He licked her close shaved crotch from asshole to pubis with a long slow movement bringing a whimper from between her clenched teeth.

She watched intently as he moved up her body licking as he went. Leaning over with his strong arms either side of her torso he dipped slowly toward a nipple and sucked it together with the piercing into his mouth. She felt pain when he held the nipple ring in his mouth sucking and biting hard.

She rolled her head from side to side in pain from the bite and from the pain of needing him so much. It was as though she were pinned by spreader bars to the bed completely helpless to resist; not that there was a shred of resistance left to her.

She thrust her hips up at him on feeling his rock hard cock graze a thigh. Her thoughts focused on his manhood needing it to placate the feeling of emptiness, needing to be filled. Brandi desperately wanted to be fucked. The teasing of her body was no longer enough. It was all she had experienced before last night but now she had been broken she wanted it all.

Feeling her Master's cock nudge her sex was enough to bring a wail of anguish to her lips. "Please, Master, fuck me Master," she pleaded. Unable to hold back she pushed at him but it was denied. Grabbing at his hardness with one hand she managed to guide it where she desperately needed it.

Pushing up at him with her hips straining in the soft bed she felt him tense. A hard thrust with his strong legs brought her the gift of fullness in her body where it felt as though he were about to split her in two. It hadn't been like this before. The fear of the unknown had been replaced by the desire of fulfilment she knew would come. 

Her legs shook in a pathetic attempt to match his thrusts. He pounded at her pussy with revitalised strength. An orgasm wrenched at her stomach tightening it as though in cramp. A spasm of sensations radiated outward to her breasts and thighs tingling them. Dry words kept her mouth working soundlessly.

The orgasm never left her as another round of sensations splashed outward from deep within her vagina. Tinkling tremors raced up into her brain lighting a pleasure zone threatening a blackout.

"I'm coming!" He exclaimed.

This time she was sure the sensation of his sperm splashing her insides was real. A shockwave rolled out through her limbs to her toes and finger tips. It was little tingling shocks at first then hot lines of fire found every nerve ending. She wanted to hold him tight inside not wanting to lose the special feeling of completeness. She wrapped her heels around his buttocks clenching tight. 

He collapsed upon her little slave body breathing in gasps. Their sweat mingled making them one creature. They were unaware of animal smells or any other sensations. The world was gone from them and at the same time a part of them.

She gazed into his face trying to memorise every line wanting to burn it permanently into memory. The afterglow from having orgasms one after another brought with it a powerful emotion that could only be interpreted as love. Brandi kissed his resting closed eyes, his nose, his chin, his cheeks. As he had, only in reverse, she made her way down his body with little tender caresses.

She had never before kissed a man's nipples and was surprised when they hardened like hers, only small. Rubbing her breasts over his body as she went reminded her of the piercings. For that moment they were no longer a spoiling of her body but another sign that he owned her and she revelled in the idea.

"My master's cock," She sighed. This time there was no hesitation it was simply sucked whole into her mouth. It was a small lovely thing that had given her such pleasure she wanted to treasure it. "My Master's lovely cock," she said again sending the vibrations of sound through it.

She felt his hands stroking her long silken hair sending a wave of warmth through her. One hand reached down for a breast which he cupped in his palm. He was becoming aroused. Less of it fit into her mouth as it grew long and hard. As it nudged the back of the throat she remembered his promise to teach her how to deep throat him. 

She was also reminded of it hitting her cervix. The feeling of it being so deep within her body was an exciting emotion. Could she ever go back to just playing with herself for an orgasm?

She pressed her thighs together on feeling his fluid seeping away wanting to keep it. This moment and the deep emotion thrilling her mind and body was something to hold onto. He pulled her by the shoulders off his cock sliding her up his body. He pushed her up by her breasts gripping them tight until she sat on his thighs. 

Brandi felt his hard cock between the cheeks of her bottom and was worried what he intended. If he wanted her asshole then so be it, she would submit to anything her master wanted however humiliating. As promised this slave body was his to use and she would learn to fulfil his every need.

He dug between her thighs pulling his cock into position until she realised what he wanted. Nothing had been said between them for minutes that seemed like an age for nothing was needed but shared smiles to communicate everything. She lifted her bottom pushing forward onto his cock watching it disappear into her vagina. 

Her body weight pushed it relentlessly in all the way. Watching it slip between the lips at the same time feeling it inside was a majestic moment. It was in a little deeper this time but he wouldn't let her move. She had to sit there with it motionless when she greedily needed to ride it. 

He took a hold of both ankles to guide them beside his head where it was even less able to move though the need had risen to a fever pitch. His cock was so deep she thought she would deep throat him from the other end. For a moment she dare not move as the sensation was new and so very vital. 

Whereas their lovemaking had been frantic it now slowed in pace to be a hardly perceptible movement yet all the more passionate with every sensation being explored. She wondered if her master was accomplished sexually or was he experimenting on her. Either way she was ready to be used in this delicious sensory assault.

He reached up to squeeze her nipples at the same time lifting his hips. She yelped and sucked in a deep breath feeling his cock stretch her inside. A moan emanated from her stomach vibrating a dry throat and lips. She gripped him inside wanting to feel it all as every movement was sending shivers of bliss straight to the pleasure centres in her brain.

Brandi thought of herself an object on the end of his cock giving and receiving gratification to a building sensuous arousal that couldn't be denied but had to be fulfilled. The journey was in his hands as he guided her body up and down his shaft with gentle firm thrusts. He was using her body like a toy gripping his cock. His hands gripped her breasts. Her head was back with mouth open gasping air with every heave of his hips.

Time slowed as an orgasm gripped them both. The rhythm of their bodies didn't speed up this time but relentlessly rocked on in a formidable and relentless journey through the orgasm into oblivion. The orgasm was lasting forever as a true cum; a coming together to complete a special oneness.

Either falling asleep or asleep already they slumped in a heap on the bed with limbs entwined. 

***

Sunday morning found Brandi deeply enthralled by her master almost ready to call it love. He had showered her and she bathed him like an attentive slave. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. Feeling hungry and thirsty they had joined the others for breakfast but even there it seemed as though they were the only ones present with eyes only for each other.

Every one clearly understood the new found relationship and gave them space. Brandi attended her master without the usual glib remarks, accepting everything he commanded without reserve. Over the leather harness she wore an apron in the kitchen but removed it to enter the dining room. She proudly displayed her naked slave body having accepted their roles as slave and master. 

"You see to have tamed this slave Kevin. It's about time you named and collard her." John spoke calmly and deliberately. He kept an eye on them both judging their reactions to the suggestion. If she had accepted him as her master then it was best to cement the new relationship as soon as possible so they could move on.

Brandi inwardly flinched. Her ear piercings were locked and her pussy had been pierced as well as her nipples. This latest idea was too much but was she was nervous of saying so in front of John. At least Kevin hadn't said anything, though he hadn't said no.

They returned to the room where he tightened the harness. He was looking through the wardrobe for some clothes so she relaxed. He sat on the edge of the bed where he ordered her on hands and knees. 

She didn't want to mess around playing games anymore. During breakfast there had been time to cool down, to realise the sex had been good but that was all there was to it. The couple of days here had brought a level of excitement never experienced before but now it was time to go home. She needed time alone to think about what had happened.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Kevin had tightened the chains on the harness pulling at the wrist and ankle straps effectively locking her into place on hands and knees. She struggled knowing it was no good. She clamped her mouth shut in disgust thinking he was going to use her mouth. 'Damn I must have been so carried away to have willingly given him a blow job!' she thought, feeling more a slut than a slave. 

"John was right! You need to be collared and named." Kevin smiled.

"No! I've had enough of these stupid games. I'm not playing anymore I just want to go home. We can get Kelley but first you can unlock these damn chains and earrings."

"You're not going to let me down now are you? John thinks you're ready and he knows this scene, so you must be."

"I don't know what the big deal is, I'm already wearing a collar, so give me a name and we can go."

"That's not how it works. You have to make a commitment to me. It's sort of like a marriage. By wearing the collar and accepting a new name you're promising to be my slave and obey me. You're giving me your freedom." He held out a thin steel collar and told her. 




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 04



"This part is hollow where the prong fits in. Once slid into place it can't be undone. It would have to be cut off and it's a special steel alloy, doesn't cut easily." 

Brandi looked at it then looked up at Kevin. The look he gave the collar meant it could be the Holy Grail not just a plain loop of steel. "No! Kevin you can't expect me to accept that. Round here it has been, well, not exactly fun, but interesting. I don't want to make a commitment or even do this again. I know what we did together was important but it happened because of what you put me through."

She looked up at him and shrugged her shoulders. "It was nice Kevin but enough! OK? Let's go home." 

He reached down taking her hair in both hands and tied it up. Like this it bared her neck so she shook her head violently trying to dislodge it. He held on to her hair hurting the scalp. She wouldn't stop not wanting to give him a chance to slip that damn collar in place. He reached down and grabbed a nipple. 

The piercing was still sensitive and on feeling the ring almost wrenched free she yelped and stopped shaking. "Please Kevin, No! Please don't!" In desperation she resorted to a compromise. "Please, Master. I beg you master. Please, just name me and leave the other collar on. Please! I'll suck you nicely!" She cringed at the thought of such an offer but was desperate enough to carry it through.

"Why should I let that offer sway me? When collared you will be my slave to do with as I see fit. Your body will be mine to use however I like!" He grinned.

The collar was a symbol of his ownership but more than that it told anyone who knew the scene she was a slave. To be wearing it before her parents would be unthinkable. They would be outraged if they found out what it meant and if he was telling the truth the damn thing would be impossible to remove. 

It was difficult to decide which was worse, the symbolism or shaming her parents. She felt it cold on her neck and shook her head trying to remain free. "Please Kevin, No! Please! Damn you, stop it right now, let me go you bastard!" She shook her whole body trying to make it as difficult as possible. He pulled her hair up and slapped her face stopping the resistance with just one blow.

Brandi went quiet in shock for the sound of the collar clicking into place was terrible. Such a small sound yet so significant. It was such an anonymous sounding little click that held so much meaning after being trained to accept the potent idea of slavery. 

A little pathetic sob pushed past her lips. Brandi felt like a little girl lost, in a terrible world. "What have you done to me?" she complained. "I'm not a slave; I'm no one's property. Take it off, please!" Her voice was a pathetic rasping whisper. 

The symbolism of the collar was affecting her like a voodoo curse or hypnotic chant. On hands and knees she remained transfixed with terrifying thoughts swirling through her mind. This man owned her. She had given her virginity to him and now he had taken the rest. Not just her body, he wanted her mind too. 

How did this terrible thing happen? That slut Michelle warned her it could happen but the story had been ignored. A shiver ran down her back at the idea Kevin might sell her. She was his property now so the nasty prospect of being sold to Thomas was a possibility.

It was all the more possible because Kevin couldn't keep a slave in his apartment. The thought of being his slave in that ordinary everyday apartment broke the spell. It would be comical to act out the game there. What if he sold her to Thomas before returning home? The nasty man could keep her as a sex slave or sell her on to who knew what kind of pervert. An ice cold shiver of fear ran down her back once more. 

Surely John wouldn't allow Kevin to sell her to such a nasty man. He was over twice her age and knew the meaning of slave and master too well. He could turn her into a pathetic little obedient slave satisfied at being kept as a sex pet. Just to be safe she decided to try harder at being a good slave for Kevin until they left here. It was so difficult to tame that rebellious streak but at least there was a reason to take it seriously now.

"Slave! Do you accept me as your master and accept your role as slave?" Kevin said, while looking expectantly at her as though with crossed fingers.

The words slipped from her lips before she had weighed the consequences, "Yes master," she demurely replied. A smile of joy creased his face confirming in her mind this had been the right decision after all.

This had developed from a game to something far more passionate and consuming. It would only count while here and perhaps when they met at the club, maybe even at his apartment, but wasn't permanent like a marriage.

"I am your slave, Master," she answered breathlessly. 

"You are my property to do with as I wish."

"I am property to be used by my master," she said with eyes watering.

"This collar holds your slave name and from now on it will be yours." Kevin said.

He looped a leather studded collar around her neck and fastened it over the steel one. The little gold name plate announced, 'Slave Eve'. 

"What do you say slave Eve?" Kevin commanded sounding imperious, wanting to sound like John.

"Thank you Master," Brandi spoke breathlessly. The name was new and unexpected. She had a new name for a new life and felt small and fragile. The tremors of an orgasm had been building until it felt as though she was perched on a mountain top ready to fall. She dare not look at her sex but knew it was dripping wet and Kevin could see how excited she was. 

***

"I'm taking my slave shopping now. I can't keep dressing her in John's spare outfits she needs some of her own." Kevin told her. He went through the wardrobe finding a light summer dress that fit. On realising he had forgotten to find underwear she began to remind him but choked off the words remembering it wasn't her place to correct her master

"Thank you, Master," she said. She had promised to obey and to please her master so left the decision to him. Or maybe the thought of not wearing panties was naughty and exciting.

When they pulled up in a parking lot she looked at him to see if this was a challenge. The thin cotton dress was too low cut and too short not to be wearing anything underneath. The leather harness was thin but it too would show as they crossed the parking lot in bright sunlight.

This was truly a test of her will to serve him. Brandi had become used to flaunting her body at the ranch-house but here it seemed humiliating. A normal everyday place and she was to be flaunting her body to strangers. She fingered the little locks in her ears nervously.

He leant over and placed a ball gag around the neck. For a moment she thought he was going to gag her. He tucked the small ball down the top of the dress. 

"That's to remind you not to speak unless spoken to. One wrong word and I'll gag you, understood?"

"Yes, Master," she said. A squishy feeling between the legs began to alert her to the effects of a mere threat and out there among strangers it would be all the more stimulating. If she was forced to wear the gag what then, would she become so stoked that her inhibitions fell away, leaving her ready to cum? 

Her Master's slightest touch was doing something dizzying to her mind leaving her vulnerable to his commands. She kept close pressing up to him preventing the sun shining through the thin dress as they headed toward a street. 

"Oh Shit!"She whispered on recognising where they were.

As they turned onto a pavement two young men, not much younger than her, walked toward them. A light breeze from between the buildings was all it took to lift the dress up around her hips. The tight leather wrapped around her thighs framed a bare pussy but all Brandi could see was the startled looks on the two stranger's faces. As they walked by she heard their animated voices burbling away at the sight of the attractive girl's shaved pussy.

A large store front acted as a mirror reflecting a strange image and on realising it was her she almost fell. It was a cruel reminder of how skimpy the dress was. It was an innocent white cotton dress, not outlandish if she had worn a slip. With the sun shining behind her it showed off nipples and a clear silhouette of her body. The light harness showed clearly through it as much as the fact she wore no underwear.

Her hand automatically sought the earring locks for her fingers to nervously twiddle them. She stared at the shape of her nipples poking through the thin material showing the little loops of the piercing rings. She gasped a whisper on looking down at herself in the glass. 

A breeze had pushed the thin cotton between her legs hugging her there. It clung to her pussy showing off the loops of the piercing rings through her lips. A wet patch on the dress revealed how stoked up she had become. She wanted to pull her legs together but couldn't. Kevin had taught her too well. She had to stand there with legs apart, not just because he had trained her, but she was so high on the arousing stimulation she just couldn't move.

Brandi kept close to her master to avoid the shame of letting strangers think she was just a slut on the prowl. On Hollywood Boulevard there were so many freaky people maybe she wouldn't be noticed.

"Hi! Brandi!" A young attractive woman asked, while her friend looked Brandi up and down.

Brandi gasped inwardly. 'Fuck, no!' she thought. Of all the bad luck, why did it have to be them? Cindy was in her class but no friend of hers or Kelley either. The tight assed Asian girl was a menace. She had tried to push into their friendship but the two friends had been close for too long to let that happen. 

Teresa was a clever manipulator too, 'man' being the operative term. She seemed to get through classes by playing up to the teachers and guys for help. It was rumoured she even had a teacher write a paper for her, for some sexual favours. She was Hispanic or maybe Filipino, Brandi wasn't sure, and the slut always wore big hoop earrings and lip gloss. There was nothing sophisticated about her look or her thoughts.

"Who is this cute guy?" Teresa couldn't help chiming in.

Even Kevin was unprepared to meet someone she knew along this well-travelled boulevard, usually reserved for tourists, prostitutes and pimps.. He hesitated to let Brandi take the lead in this surprise encounter.

"Hi. This is Kevin," Brandi answered simply. 

Kevin added his "Hi!" and put his arm around Brandi.

"So the two of you are an item?" Cindy smirked. It was obvious she couldn't wait to spread the rumour at college. She also knew people in the Taiwan community, which could be awkward if she told certain conservative individuals that Brandi was dating a guy without her parents knowing.

"No. Brandi is part of an experiment I'm completing for my thesis on sub-culture," he said. He was obviously trying to protect her by not allowing her to speak

Brandi looked at him wishing he had told her they were an item rather than the embarrassing truth. She stood dumbly not knowing what to say. Damn him, she was standing here like a dumb ass before these two terrible women.

"Oh?" Cindy said, looking suspiciously at them both. "Sub-culture? So what's that all about?" She looked at him as though he was trashing her Chinese culture.

"It's a culture experiment to see how someone can be shifted from one to another. How quickly they can be assimilated into a new culture," he told her trying not to reveal too much.

Brandi watched Cindy's tongue flicker over her lips wetting them to play the dumb blonde card even though her hair was jet black. Teresa's wet glossed lips looked as though someone's cum was spread over them. The bitch Cindy was not dumb. Brandi had fallen out with Kelley until they realised what this bitch had been up to. Both friends had learnt she was a clever young woman while giving her the run around, playing her between them. 

"So you're moving the little cute Chinese girl to what culture exactly?" Cindy asked. She was mocking Brandi for she knew her name alright and all Brandi could do was stand silently taking the insult. She could not think of a way out of this trap unless Kevin protected her for she was caught between them and obeying him.

"To a master and slave sub-culture here in LA. You'd be surprised how wide spread it is throughout the US," he said. 

Brandi groaned knowing if he got started on this pet theme the whole game would be given away. This damn girl would spread all kinds of rumours around campus as if the truth wasn't bad enough.

"Master, slave? So how do you bring someone into a new culture then?" she asked, cutting him off from a long lecture.

"In this case, training, I've been training her as my slave." Kevin said. 

Brandi gasped inwardly, looking at Kevin in shock. By the look on his face he clearly regretted saying it, but not as much as Brandi hated it.

Cindy's eyes lit up and Brandi gritted her teeth. Why in hell did he have to show off to the bitch? Well she could talk her way around it once back in school. Maybe tell everyone it was all a joke on Cindy. Teresa was not saying a thing, just enjoying the hole that was being dug around Brandi.

"Does that mean she does tricks or something?" Cindy asked, while still vamping up to Kevin.

"No. I'm training her to obey me as a slave. I'm her master and she must obey the rules of this sub-culture. I don't suppose you've heard of the Gorean's," he said.

Before this went any further, Brandi had to speak out. "Please, Master, can we go shopping now!" Brandi protested. She could see where this woman was going and didn't want Kevin showing off his power over her. Given the chance the bitch would twist him round her little finger and get him to make her do something humiliating right there on the street.

Brandi wasn't even aware of what she had said until seeing Cindy's startled look. 'Damn! I'm conditioned to call him mater without thinking about it. I'm going to have to watch what I say.' 

They had been moving along the street when Kevin stopped outside a store. "Well, we'll catch you later." Kevin blustered, trying to get rid of them. 

Cindy looked at a display of leather gear in the window and squeaked out, "Oh! You're shopping for clothes. Shoes too?" she said in an excited little girl voice toned to appeal to Kevin. She even batted a pair of long false eyelashes at him. "You must let us help you," she said.

"No, we're good," Kevin replied, but Cindy would have nothing of it. 

"Come on, let us help. I've known your little slave Brandi a long time, and I bet we can surprise you if you let us. Hey, Teresa, you can guide Kevin on size and I'll take Brandi to the changing room." She said, with a wink to her friend. 

They passed meaningful looks which worried Brandi. Though she figured being alone with Cindy would give her a chance to get rid of her then catch up with Kevin.

"Ok," Teresa responded. She looked at Brandi with a disappointed look, not wanting to miss out on whatever it was Cindy had planned for the slave girl.

Kevin spoke up not wanting to let go of the responsibility to his slave. "Really, that's ok, this is our first shopping trip and I have some things in mind." 

Brandi looked back and forth between Cindy and Kevin, like watching a tennis match. She was sure Kevin would win out, but Cindy was no push over.

"Yes, please master, see you later Cindy, k?" Brandi said, but Cindy had her mind set and would have nothing of it.

"Come on we would love to help. Just go with Teresa, pick something out over there, and we'll be ready to try on the outfit you chose. Just go, go, go," she said, pushing Kevin into Teresa, separating him from Brandi. 

Teresa slung her arm through his and almost dragged him away. Brandi looked at him being outmanoeuvred and shouted. "Master?" but he didn't look back. He was being given the full treatment by that slut, Teresa.

"Ok, little slave girl let's surprise your Master, shall we?" Cindy teased. She grabbed Brandi's arm and pulled her toward the back of the shop. Brandi stopped dead in her tracks. Hard rock music blared loudly and her jaw dropped on seeing what kind of store it was. Right in front of them was a display of dildos arranged in a pattern forming a giant penis. Brandi's cheeks turned bright red in embarrassment.

It dawned on her that Cindy and Teresa had been here before, visiting the street as some kind of dare, maybe to attract a guy or earn some sexy comments from a passerby. 

They were dressed a little slutty but nothing compared to Brandi's little skimpy dress. How stupid would they look if that was revealed to their common friends? Brandi almost laughed out loud until she saw a dire looking plastic model wearing a harness almost identical to hers. She was in no condition to throw stones at anyone's reputation.

Brandi dug her heels in outside the gaudy curtain. "No way, get away from me. Just fuck off and let me go," Brandi spat in disgust. 

Cindy grabbed two fistfuls of dress and lifted it up over her head. 

Brandi squealed in outrage, at being stripped naked in the store, and dodged into the cubicle. Brandi noticed she was breathing heavily from struggling with Cindy and just maybe from being aroused. Was it from being naked in the store or in front of a class mate her own age?

In one swift move, Cindy pulled the dress free from Brandi's frantic grasp, leaving her totally exposed in the leather harness. 

As Cindy tossed the dress outside the changing room, Brandi gritted her teeth trying not to shout in frustration. "Get away from me you dumb ass. I don't hang out with you at college and I don't want to out of college, so, fuck off right now." It was too late and unwise to speak out as she was helpless in Cindy's clutches.

"Fine, you want me to leave you now, and take the dress with me?" Cindy glared seriously, the smiling 'friend' disappearing to be replaced with a look of devilment. If she had been Kelley it might have been fun but this bitch played too hard a game.

"Please, Cindy, this is so embarrassing. I never did anything to hurt you. Please!" She hated herself for begging, but couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Oh, little Miss Chinese Doll is begging bad Cindy for being mean. Well, little slut, I've seen you around campus and parties, always making sure plenty of skin was showing, always wiggling that sexy ass,' she slapped Brandi's bare bottom. 

It wasn't hard but stung an awareness of how easily Cindy had trapped her leaving her feeling stupid. The woman obviously had a score to settle so felt it better to keep quiet.

Cindy continued the tirade, "Flashing your little tits and lashes at the guys too. Well, I'm just going to play with you a little on my terms. Now let's take a closer look at those adornments you have." She reached out to lift the ball gag, holding it up lightly and smiling a nasty look.

The meanness in Cindy's tone shook her leaving her wondering what to do.

"Oh, very nice," Cindy cooed as she fingered Brandi's locked earrings. "Last week at college you hadn't earrings and now these. Damn girl they look permanent! These do too!" Cindy laughed slipping a finger through a nipple ring and tugging lightly. 

Brandi moaned in discomfort. "Still tender I see, also new. Whoa, little titties getting hard as a rock I see, are we into pain? Hey, spread those legs gyrl, lemme check this out..."

Brandi couldn't and wouldn't budge. Her eyes were tearing at the humiliation of having this class-mate treat her so badly. 

"I said 'spread em', unless you want me to pull those nipple rings even harder," Cindy warned. She decided to try it anyway and lifted Brandi onto tiptoe by tugging on both nipple rings.

"Damn that's a close shaved pussy and more rings too! You're quite the little slave, aren't you, Brandi dear. Am I missing anything, a tat or brand or something else? Kevin must have trained you well for you to accept all this."




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 04



"No! I haven't!" Brandi managed to reply in fury. Brandi wanted to say it had all been forced upon her but the intensity and submission of the last few days couldn't be explained away so easily.

"OK, hang tight I'll be back in a few," and Cindy left the changing room. 

Brandi noticed how her heart beat had increased and she was panting lightly and her nipples were hard as a rock. She reached to soothe them between thumb and forefinger.

Cindy quickly returned with several leather items Brandi recognized. She started to protest, but Cindy slapped her ass and grabbed a leather cuff to fasten it on a wrist, then the other. Brandi wondered why she had become so passive allowing Cindy to push and pull her around adjusting the straps of the harness. 

When Cindy fastened both wrists to the waist of the harness she groaned as though in pain. She was wondering what this harridan was planning next. In frustration Brandi pulled at the wrist restraints but the thin leather was too strong. Cindy stood with arms folded watching the struggle, with a smile of satisfaction on her face.

"Cindy, you're going too far! I'm going to scream for help if you don't let me go."

Cindy grabbed her nose, pinching it tightly and twisted Brandi's head back. When Brandi gasped for breath she shoved the ball gag into Brandi's gaping mouth. 

Without the use of her hands, there was little Brandi could do except kick out but she missed. Before she could aim another the ball gag was imbedded in her mouth with the straps tightened at the back of her head. Brandi had been caught off guard to be left standing there with eyes wide with shock.

"Now, let me check out those pussy rings more carefully. Hmmm!"

Brandi twisted her body in protest and made angry muffled sounds through the gag, but there was nothing she could do to stop the assault. And over the loud music, it was not likely anyone was going to hear her.

"Mmmm nice! I have a few ideas. Back in a sec, dear," Cindy laughed, patting Brandi's bulging cheek lightly. Cindy turned then stopped, as though a thought had just occurred to her. 

She rummaged through a shoulder bag to pull a camera phone free. "Never know who might like some pics of a little naked Chinese slave girl." 

Brandi tossed her head back trying to scream through the gag, but it was no use. She twisted her body and turned her head to hide, but her tormentor would have none of this. 

Cindy reached out and twisted a nipple ring. When Brandi turned in pain, Cindy slapped her face sharply. "Just stand still or it gets worse, slave." She snapped away taking several pictures, zooming in on Brandi's gagged face and new piercings. Cindy tucked the camera away safely in a Gucci bag and left the changing room with an awful snicker.

Brandi cringed in despair. "No! Please! You can't." She whimpered. It was too late the deed had been done and there was no going back.

Cindy pulled the curtain aside to find Brandi standing defiantly waiting for her. "You don't know when to give in do you slave gyrl," she said, looking at her naked body with satisfaction. "You do as I say or the pictures get sent to everyone in class. Exactly as I say, K? You are a slave after all!" The harridan laughed. "You know how to obey, so now you're mine and Teresa's slave slut. We're your mistresses, K?

"Ok! Ok! I'll do as you say, Mistress." Brandi muttered. The words couldn't have been more distasteful if she had cursed her own mother. This girl was the last person she would want to spend time with or even talk to but now she was forced to crawl for mercy.

Cindy knelt before Brandi looking up at her pussy with the camera. "Look at me with a big smile." Cindy pinched her pussy lips, "A big smile, I said!" Cindy showed Brandi the shot. It was a close up of a pierced pussy together with a false smile on her face in the background. 

Bent over looking back Brandi smiled into the camera with her ass and pussy on view. Everything was on show, her asshole and her pussy, but more terrible still was that it was glowing hot, glistening wet. Cindy had found out her victim was being aroused from intense humiliation.

"Oh! No! Please don't! Please, Mistress." Brandi begged, holding fast to the curtain. 

The words were muffled by the ball gag but Cindy knew what she was saying. "You are a well trained slave gyrl! Let go and follow me." Cindy ordered. Cindy had attached a leash to the collar and dragged her out of the small changing room.

In disgust Brandi wondered if the begging and submission was from fear or arousal. It was so humiliating being dragged naked through the store wearing nothing but the harness and ball gag. Fortunately there were few customers but they looked her up and down with smirks or big grins on their faces.

"No escaping me now little slut slave," Cindy sneered. 

Brandi quivered and sobbed at the indignity of being this slutty girl's slave even if it was only on a short lone from her master. He was sure to rescue her wouldn't he? She wanted her master and needed him to help her. 

The thought of needing a master's protection brought a choking ironic laugh. 'Damn this crap, all of it!' She thought. While thinking of nothing but escaping them all she stumbled behind her tormentor. 

Brandi looked around trying to find Kevin but he was at the front of the store among racks of clothing. A tug on the leash turned her toward a small corner office.

"Hi!" Cindy said to a young guy waiting for her. 

So this is where Cindy had been, planning yet another humiliation for her. Brandi thought.

"Sit there," Cindy ordered.

'Oh! No! Not again!' Brandi thought.

Cindy pushed her down into the chair and fastened Brandi's wrists to the arms of the chair while staying clear of her feet expecting the victim to kick out. Brandi's eyes were slits of anger and her heavy breathing sprayed spit.

The guy wiped her mouth with a tissue. "You sure this is OK? I'm not supposed to do this without the person's permission," he said.

"Just look at her will you? She's already pierced. Besides she's my slave gyrl so just get on with it, I've paid you extra." Cindy told him.

The guy roughly pulled Brandi's hair over the back of the chair and hefted the staple gun up to her ear. "Not again. No! Please mistress. Please!" Brandi wailed but they took no notice. She tried to shake her head but Cindy had a firm hold of her hair.

She felt the sting of the gun piercing her ear and winced. 

"Hold her head still!" the guy complained.

Again the sharp sting was felt only this time Brandi sat quietly uncomplaining. She pressed her thighs together not wanting to reveal how wet she was. She felt ashamed at how aroused her body had become, knowing it showed on her face too. 

"I told you, she loves it. Look at how hard her nipples are, she's red hot," Cindy said with glee.

Brandi closed her eyes as they fiddled with her ear lobes. Just below the little locks they were fitting another set of earrings and there was nothing she could do about it. Being so stoked up kept her quiet but she was still secured to the damn chair so what could she do.

"So what do you think slave gyrl?" Cindy asked. She pinched a nipple for attention. When the victim looked into the mirror her eyes opened wide in astonishment. the effect was very much to her liking. "Nice eh?" she laughed.

Brandi focused on the large hoop earrings and choked around the gag. "Damn you, shit bag!" Brandi shouted. It was a good thing the sounds were so garbled or another punishment would have resulted.

"Please, Mistress, take them out!" Brandi complained. It was getting her nowhere complaining; pleading for mercy didn't stop the slut either. The only hope was if she gave in, then maybe the slut would take her back to Kevin.

"Just one more little thing sweet slave gyrl then we join the other two. I paid for a paint job for this slave so get on with it." Cindy demanded of the guy.

Brandi listened to the discussion that went on between them while they completely ignored her as though she weren't there. Although still stoked up the thought of being returned to her master calmed her. It was still a wonder that she had become so passive but realised Kevin's training must have something to do with it.

Brandi just stood there while the harness was removed and the guy gave her a thorough rub down with a wet cloth. His touch was gentle and stimulating yet it was a complete stranger touching her naked body so she had to protest.

When she wriggled away from him Cindy brought out the camera phone. "Some nice pictures for mom and pop? I could send them now if you like." The words were enough to bring Brandi to heel.

Under different circumstances it would have been a nice feeling. A paint brush tickled her body; over nipples, between the legs and in every crevice. If she hadn't already been stoked it might have been possible to ignore or at least keep under control. After all she had become used to being naked and stimulated but this attention to her naked body pushed her ever closer to the edge. 

Cindy admired his work, with the subtle shading making it look as though she were dressed. Brandi stood there in a pair of tight shorts and tee-shirt, though still naked. The clothes were literally skin tight! The new large loop earrings added to the effect of her looking like a slut on the prowl. 

The gag was removed but Brandi dare not speak. The anger would spill over into a tirade against this nasty piece of work so she bit her lip. The leash was still attached to the collar and a sharp tug moved Brandi toward a side door. Even though being led back to Kevin Brandi winced and froze in the doorway. 

"Take me back inside right now! I can't do this." When her tormentor just smiled she tried again. "Please, Mistress. I beg you! I'll be a good slave gyrl. Please don't humiliate me like this. I'll do anything, honest, just give me back the dress, please!" the words tumbled from her lips without thought as to how pathetic she sounded. 

She was breathing heavily from being so near an orgasm, needing it to happen. The thought of walking outside naked was pushing her to ward the orgasm that might happen in the street.

"Do you promise to let me dominate you, to be my obedient little slave gyrl?" Cindy asked her.

Brandi gulped. The idea of being a woman's sex toy was abhorrent, going against her moral upbringing. Submitting to a man in marriage was at least a part of her culture, though rarely a reality, so having a master was at least nearly normal.

"Yes mistress. I promise!" she quaked at the promised submission even though it was a lie.

"You'll submit while I fuck you and bugger you with a dildo?" Cindy asked with a cruel laugh.

Brandi felt the cruel humiliation of those words heating her body working on her mind forcing her to submit. Cindy already had her under her power with those damn photos what could she do but submit to the horrid girl?

"Yes mistress, I will submit to you," she whimpered.

"Oh! How I wish I had that on the camera. Then prove it by doing as I say right now." 

A tug on the leash pulled Brandi out onto the street. No one took any notice of her nakedness so the shaking subsided as she just stood there in the street wearing nothing but some paint on her naked body. She dare not fight Cindy not wanting to draw attention for a close look would reveal all.

Brandi wondered if the woman had lied and was taking her away from her master. She was so hot it was difficult resisting Cindy so what would happen if they both worked on her? These two class mates could take her to their apartment to be tormented into a state of complete submission. Would they humiliate her with others from her class? The thought of being taken by the whole class was frying her thoughts into a mush.

"Just around that corner back into the store and your safe my shameless slave gyrl. Who would have thought little Miss Perfect was such a slut? Yet here you are being led naked down the street on a leash." Cindy laughed with a cruel twist to her mouth.

Brandi cursed under her breath. This was no time to antagonise the bitch. What if she pulled her down the block and left her there tethered to a lamp post. This was no place to be caught naked, as if there was anywhere reasonable in such a dire situation. 

There were hookers dressed in tight little pairs of shorts and t-shirts like this only hers was just paint. As they rounded the corner onto the main street the crowd of people seemed to close in on her like the walls in an elevator as though she were a claustrophobic. 

The closeness and their interest in getting to their destination meant the crowd hadn't noticed her. One or two men had looked at her bug eyed for a moment before passing in the crowd.

The door slammed shut behind her and at last she dared to open her eyes. Cindy patted her naked ass as though Brandi needed reminding how vulnerable she was.

"Thank you, Mistress, for taking me back to my master." Brandi said with sarcasm. She dare not openly challenge the bitch for she still had the photos.

"Where have you been?" Kevin asked with anguish plainly on his face and in his voice.

"Don't worry the slave is safe with me." Cindy tersely replied. "Perhaps she might prefer us two as mistresses. What do you say slave gyrl. You would prefer to cum with us," She quipped while toying with the camera.

Brandi lowered her head in shame. The consequences would be catastrophic if this bitch released those photos. It would be so bad for the class to see her naked with these piercings in her body. Seeing her aroused would invite them to see her as a wanton slut. 

How would her parents react seeing their daughter like that knowing the photos were going the rounds of the Taiwan community? There was no option but answer the bitch.

"Yes, Mistress," She whispered.

"Tell him." Cindy and Teresa demanded.

She saw the look of disappointment and hurt on Kevin's face making her feel even worse. The idea of being led off by these two class mates to be their sex bitch was disgusting. 

With those photos as blackmail they could get her to do anything, far more revolting than Kevin had managed and without the rewards. She would be their sex slave, a pet, unable to resist their craven desires. They didn't have the restrictions and rules of experienced masters either.

With a shudder Brandi faced Kevin to speak up. "I must go with my mistress," she choked almost breaking down. 

The two young women were smiling nasty looks of victory that made her want to hit them. She bunched her fists in frustration, gritting her teeth unable to add more in way of an explanation. The mental image of those two animals using her body with double ended dildos left her feeling like a worthless object.

"Has it anything to do with this?" Kevin asked, as he grabbed the camera phone. 

"Hey! Give me that its mine." Cindy complained, trying to reach for it. Kevin kept her back with a hand to her chest. As an afterthought he grabbed a nipple and squeezed it hard. Cindy crumpled up unable to take pain as well as she could give it.

Brandi gave him a big smile and ran to his side wrapping her arms around him. As Teresa bent to help her friend Brandi kicked her in the ass. Both women tumbled out the door looking back over their shoulders looking as though they were hissing curses.

"Here, let's get my lovely slave gyrl dressed. We can get you back to the slave farm then." Kevin said while leading her to a changing room.

Brandi didn't think about the indignity of him taking her back as his slave as it seemed such a natural thing to be, especially as he had rescued her from those bitches. Her master had saved her from such a dreadful fate she was happy to think of herself as a slave gyrl under his protection. 

After such intensive training and being so stoked up it was easy to accept a master dressing her ready to be returned to a slave farm. 



Brandi and Kelly Ch. 05



Brandi and Kelly 5

The Auction

Returning to the ranch house Brandi sat all the way with arms crossed fuming at having been so badly humiliated in front of two horrible classmates. Kevin had let her down by leaving her in the clutches of one of them who proceeded to humiliate her. 

At first she was grateful to be rescued by her master but as the shock wore off she became angrier by the minute at having been so badly let down. She and Kelly would have to do a lot of work turning it into a joke before starting back to college in a couple of days. Otherwise she would be subject to so many crass jokes it would be impossible to show her face in class.

Brandi stormed out of the car prepared for a punishment but not caring. She strode into the stable ready to break her friend free and leave, with clothes or without. She was so angry that if Kevin didn't drive them home they would hitch a ride.

"Stop! Don't walk in here," John shouted.

"What's going on?" Brandi shouted back. "Where's Kelly," she demanded.

"Kevin, take her into the dinning room. Its bad news, very bad," John said, slowly shaking his head from side to side. The three of them walked hurriedly into the house with Kevin and Brandi catching on to the seriousness in his voice. Brandi thought he was a little too melodramatic but his influence was still strong enough to keep her quiet.

They looked at him wondering what had happened while they were away.

"We are looking for clues in the stable, trying to work out what happened. I can guess though." He looked at Brandi and said. "Kelly's gone missing. Her cage was broken into early this morning. There are vehicle tracks on a dirt road the other side of the paddock. Nothing else so far," he said.

"What do you mean? Where is she?" Brandi said, her voice quavered almost breaking.

"I'm guessing but think Thomas sent someone to grab you and found Kelly instead."

"Thomas has her? Oh my god! No!" Brandi squealed.

"Get her a whisky, Kevin. Me too, I need one."

"You must get her back, please, Sir, you must!" Brandi exclaimed.

"I dare not call the police, we would lose the support of other decent groups like this one. The underground organisation relies on secrecy and we need their support to find her. We just need to find out where he keeps the slaves and we'll get her back. I promise. Thanks Kevin." He downed the malt in one and held the glass out for another.

"You said you've been searching for his training place for some time. How can you find out before it's too late?" Kevin asked.

"What do you mean 'too late'?" she asked, hardly able to believe what they were saying. It felt like being in a nightmare unable to wake up, unable to do anything to help. She was so out of her depth at this damn place and had been from the beginning. 

"He might sell her on, to another master, or worse. At least if he sells her here we will find out from contacts where she is." A look from Brandi meant he had to explain. "He has an import export business and uses that as a cover to sell slaves overseas. He sells slaves across the Pacific to Taiwan and Hong Kong and who knows where else." John told her.

"Don't worry, we'll find her. I have an idea."

"How? Please tell me, please, Sir." Brandi said, with tears in her eyes.

"An auction is scheduled for Monday. He usually attends. We'll watch him closely and follow him to the warehouse where he trains slaves and then we'll know. We'll get her out and bring her back." John said, trying to sound confident for her.

"What if he doesn't buy a slave, what then?" Brandi asked.

"That's where you come in to the plan," he sighed. "If you agree to enter the auction then he is sure to bid for you and we can arrange for him to win." John looked at her holding her eyes with a steel blue gaze.

"It's a risk, are you willing to take it for Kelly?"

Brandi felt a cold shiver of fear freeze her back bone. Her eyes lost focus as she imagined being in that disgusting mans lair. She would be helpless, at his mercy, and he didn't seem to know the meaning of the word. The little she knew of him was enough to make her refuse but how could she?

The way he treated slaves was so terrible it was best not thought of. She could end up being sold anywhere in the country to who knew what kind of man, or even a woman. If sent overseas she would be lost forever. What seemed even worse was if her family found out.

The thought of having to face her friend's family with the news Kelly was missing stiffened her resolve. How could she face Kelly's mother if she disappeared for ever. They had been friends for a long time and each others parents were long term friends too. 

"Damn! I agree. I need to know what to do and what you will be doing though. I need to feel there is a chance." Brandi sniffed feeling her eyes welling up. The shock was wearing off as the whiskey warmed her stomach.

***

The arrangements seemed thorough. The auction house had been briefed and the bidding fixed. After the auction they would follow her and whoever collected her on behalf of Thomas. Someone would also follow Thomas if he drove away separately which he usually did. In the harness there would be a tracking device too.

Brandi learnt her cover story. It was not so important to get it right as they were usually false anyway. Some slaves being auctioned were bought by their 'owners' or husbands as they merely wanted to experience the humiliation and thrill. 

Sometimes they might just need the money so would have a short term or medium term contract for a year or two. Another might want to get lost in the underground life style to avoid the law, their husband, a cruel master, or to just drop out of society. 

Brandi would be up for sale by her master as a permanent slave which Thomas wouldn't be able to resist. There were a few women thoroughly into the scene going the rounds being bought and sold. They were usually well trained becoming adapted to the lifestyle, even revelling in it. Brandi would be that rare commodity, a novice needing training.

That meant she would be open to what ever was decided for her by the purchaser. A master might train her as his pet, a pony or whore, or to satisfy a fetish whatever it might be. Thomas, however, simply broke the woman's will to allow the next master to do whatever he wanted with her. Unless he kept the slave for himself then who knew what barbaric tastes he would smother the poor slave in. 

***

Brandi wore a pair of simple sandals and a coat over a leather harness on the drive to the auction. The wires and batteries were sewn into the leather. John considered the man a beast rather than a Master. He had told Kevin and Brandi a master's most important role was to care for his slave. He believed it and instilled the idea into all he came into contact with.

Soon she would find out how well they had prepared. If anything went wrong she might end up in a packing case delivered to a stranger, destination unknown. If John's contacts couldn't find her, and that would definitely apply if sent overseas, Brandi would become a slave for the rest of her life. 

The prospect of being sold to be a permanent living sex object couldn't be considered without a wave of panic threatening to overwhelm her. Instead Brandi concentrated on saving her friend. She wished on her parents lives and crossed fingers that Kelly was still there, safe and sound, waiting for rescue. She thought about being the heroin saving her best friend; thoughts had to be positive and helpful to the plan.

***

The three of them walked into the servants' entrance of a large house leased for the evening of the auction. Afterwards it would be cleared of every speck of evidence that anyone had been there and the organisers were very thorough.

"Good evening John, nice to see you again. Selling this time I see." A well built doorman greeted him affably but looked strong enough to deter even John. "This slave will take it for preparation. If you will follow the other slave to the main auditorium, thank you gentlemen," he said with the authority that couldn't be argued with.

Kevin looked over his shoulder at Brandi being led away. His expression of deep concern held her back for a moment but the slave took a hold of a leash to pull her through a side door.

"Your first time?" the slave asked. She was dressed in a short cotton shift, clearly naked underneath. She continued walking finding Brandi was too nervous to answer. "Don't worry it will all be over soon. The waiting is the worse bit. I'll look after you until you are called by the auctioneer."

Brandi was led into a dressing room with a long table setup with chairs and mirrors. "Is there any make-up I can help you with?"

Brandi shook her head. The slave helped her off with the coat. "I'll talk you through the procedure but first read this document and sign it. Your master has signed it but you must too. Make sure you read everything. If there is anything you're unsure of let me know. I'll be back in a moment."

Sitting in a strange place in nothing but a set of leather straps was unnerving enough but having to sign a document that gave away her freedom was frightening. She had read a copy with John and it was so very damnable in what it offered a new master it seemed to be written in blood.

"Well here goes," she sighed as the pen skipped across the foot of each page. 

A little rehearsing of the walk of shame was practised but the first of the guests appeared so they scuttled off the stage back to the dressing room. It was now filled with naked women applying make-up or sitting nervously staring at themselves in a mirror. 

"Some will back-out at the last minute but I think you have what it takes," the slave smiled. 

Brandi looked them over seeing she was the only one wearing a harness. Without exception they were naked. Perhaps this was one of the special concessions John had arranged with the organisers. 

Some of them looked old but not necessarily experienced. Most had a collar with their slave name etched upon it. She seemed to be the only novice slave there. Someone was retching in the rest room and another was constantly walking up and down wringing her hands.

The slave patted Brandi's bare ass. "You would think she was used to it by now after being submitted to almost every auction held. She's always bought by her husband too, so why is she so nervous," the slave opined. 

Brandi looked around the lavishly decorated room trying to imagine what wealthy people once lived there, just to distract her from dire thoughts. Were they film stars or important politicians? The distraction wasn't working. One by one the women walked out with a slave holding their leash.

Very nearly last Brandi found she was next. Her heart fluttered and her stomach churned. She almost asked to visit the restroom. "Come on girl you're made of sterner stuff than that," she told herself. The slave smiled at her and winked. It helped just a little.

A small stage had been set up in the auditorium and they stepped out from behind a curtain directly onto it. The spotlights blinded her for a moment as she forgot the advice of looking at the floor as they entered. Blindly she was led around the stage so that the bidders could examine her body. 

They were also judging her demeanour. Was she a docile or rebellious slave? Did she have the makings of a personal pet or a whore? All that and more the slave was being judged upon.

When practising only the chandeliers had been on but now she was under the spotlight on full view to a room full of strangers. All the time the auctioneer was reciting her statistics leaving nothing out. 

How the hell they had measured the capacity of her asshole and vagina was a mystery but every detail of her body was being broadcast. From her shoe size to the length of hair and everything between was being flatly recited.

Brought to the edge of the stage Brandi heard the slave whisper, "Assume the position." Like an automaton Brandi responded trying to block out the sight of the front row of strangers that were so embarrassingly close.

She squatted on heels with thighs spread, then sat with legs almost opened out straight to the sides. Placing both hands with fingers locked behind her head she pushed out small perfect breasts. They were pert and wonderfully natural except for the piercings. 

'At least I'm not wearing bells on my nipples like Kelly,' she thought. The memory nearly threw her into turmoil but she just caught the panic in time. She began to meditate attempting to block out the open stares of men in the front row. At least it wasn't possible to see the others further back.

Men sat there with glasses of Champaign discussing her finer points. They had watched her closely parading around but she hadn't heard the individual comments above the common drone of voices. Now she could hear them discussing her and what they might do with her.

"If that measurement is accurate it has a very tight vagina. Sounds hardly used," a voice wafted up at her. 

"What about its ass-hole measurement, sounds virgin to me," another commented. 

"I would give a lot to have that fuck toy wrapped around my penis. It would be difficult to decide which hole to use first."

"Such a cute little pussy, I like that the lips haven't been stretched. Its breasts need pumping up but there's nothing silicone can't fix."

"I prefer big puffy lips, but I guess silicone could fix that too."

"I prefer them natural. It would look so cute on the end of a big dildo. I'd soon stretch those fuck holes." A woman said.

In dismay she felt her pussy opening up, juicing to the lewd conversations. In that position on the edge of the stage all was on show to the strangers. Brandi had become used to displaying her breasts and everything else but her sex was obviously opening up to them. 'It must look as though I'm a bitch in heat,' she thought. 

The agony of humiliation didn't show on her face from being so well tutored. She was determined not to let John, Kevin or Kelly down. Whatever it took she would see this nightmare through, acting the part of a submissive slave, though she had to constantly remind herself it was for Kelly otherwise she might burst into tears and run.

The sound of gritted teeth was a reminder to open her mouth. This too had to be presented to prospective bidders. 'I'm just a set of fuck holes now,' she told herself in absolute misery. The feeling of her pussy juicing before these men was in turn stoking her up even more. It was both a surprise and a shock and terribly demoralising.

The auctioneer cleared his throat. "Number twenty-three is a novice and therefore hasn't been named or collared. It has an open contract without restrictions." He had to stop a moment from the loud buzz of excitement that rippled through the audience. 

John had told her that some would not bid on a novice preferring a well trained slave. Others preferred to either train or have a slave trained to their liking, and that included Thomas. That's why the slave collar had been removed.

That there was no time limit or restrictions on her use was unusual. The woman before them was giving up her freedom completely and for ever. Usually there were some stipulations as to a slave's use and almost always a time limit to the period of ownership. This announcement caused a stir and a great deal of excitement intended to gain Thomas's attention.

Thomas was there otherwise she would have been withdrawn from sale. He would pay dearly for this slave with so much interest in the room. This was a small consolation for Brandi but she was desperate to cling to anything that might spite the bastard.

"Who will start the bidding, what is it worth, a novice ready to be trained to your specification, gentlemen, where do we start," the auctioneer said plainly as though selling a piece of furniture. 

"A maiden bid, rather appropriate I might say, of ten." A chuckle rippled through the crowd of wealthy men. 

With the bidding in progress they concentrated on the auctioneer for without exception the sound of figures gained their attention. They were wealthy businessmen with only the understanding of money as their common trait. Owning a slave might be seen as a commonality but each had their reasons and appetites to be indulged.

One might want an older woman prostrate at his feet, naming her after a nanny that had beaten him many years ago. More often a young attractive woman was sought to rekindle a lost youth and provide an uncomplicated relationship; a slave did not nag or make demands.

More than a few had become so used to commanding employees over the years they wanted the same relationship in their home. Others had a perverse sexual need that only a slave would fulfil. Here was an opportunity to reach their personal nirvana, and if not, then just sell the slave on.

Brandi wondered if the figure was in thousands and if so marvelled at how much she was worth. Would her father ever be able to bail her out of this hellish nightmare if the plan went wrong? A nasty thought crossed her mind. Had she been set-up? Was John going to keep the enormous sum leaving her a life-time slave?

Earlier today the sun had shone, the birds sung and the trees elegantly swayed to a gentle breeze. Just a short time ago life had been normal. Outside in the normal world slavery didn't exist. Yet here she was being auctioned like an object with strangers bidding for her body and soul.

It would have been impossible to accept such a thing but knew enough about the scene and underground counter-culture to know it was not only possible but real. Any moment now a hammer blow would seal her fate.

"This is your last chance gentlemen for a unique opportunity, going, going. Lot twenty-three, is sold." The hammer thudded emphasising her lost freedom. Brandi was no longer playing a game with Kevin. Brandi was a slave with an indomitable master. 

***

Brandi was led away in a daze. She hardly noticed the young man who signed for her and led her out to a minivan. She staggered into the back and sat on a carpet having to hold on tight as he kicked up gravel on a speedy exit. There were no windows for her to check where they were headed but she was in too much of a shock to look.

They arrived. It was an old warehouse looking deserted and abandoned. He fixed her arms up her back and attached them to a chain hanging from a beam. She let him manoeuvre her without a struggle. He pinched a nipple and as she opened her mouth to complain he roughly shoved in a gag.

When he started to unbuckle the harness she writhed in fear but brought herself under control for what could she say? It would spoil the plan if he found out there was a transmitter concealed in the leather. He dragged a packing case to her feet and she started to panic. 

As he lowered her into it she struggled but he was used to this despicable job and had the lid on before she could wriggle free. She felt the box dragged along the concrete floor and one end lifted. 

The young man was glad this one was light and slid the packing case into the back of another truck. It was painted in the colours of a well known delivery service and wouldn't attract attention driving across the city. He pulled open the back doors of the warehouse and poked his head out looking up and down the street. 

Satisfied the street was empty he drove out taking a different route to the one used to enter the warehouse. He was entering another warehouse when John broke the lock to find the minivan abandoned.

John and a colleague searched the large building knowing nothing but the harness remained behind.

John phoned Kevin then another colleague, each time reporting a switch had been made and comparing notes with each of them. Not one of them had seen anything. John stood in the warehouse looking around hoping for a clue yet knowing there was nothing there to link Brandi with her new master.




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 05



***

The packing case had been opened with Brandi gagged and bound. Thomas tipped it over spilling the helpless woman onto the floor. 

Brandi was afraid. She wished this had never been agreed to and there had been some other way to track Kelly down. She had to rescue her and so here she was. Thomas loomed over her intensifying the feeling of vulnerability. She was relieved to have the gag removed for then at least she might be able to talk him out of anything too demanding.

"Sir?" she croaked through dry lips. "Where is my master, Kevin," she asked as scripted. 

"What do you mean, explain yourself slave," Thomas demanded.

"My master was supposed to buy me at the auction," she began.

"You look familiar slave where have I seen you before?" he asked.

Brandi paled on thinking he might recognise her as his business rivals daughter. That would make the position here all the more humiliating. It had been a couple of years since their partnership broke up and they had only met a couple of times so maybe she could bluff it out.

"At the slave farm, I'm Kevin's slave, Sir," she demurely responded.

Thomas slapped her face, "You are mine, slave, so call me Master. He didn't buy you. I bought and paid for you so I am your master now," he stated. "You have been trained enough to know how to behave, so do so. Assume the position, slave," he said.

The slap didn't hurt so maybe he wasn't as tough as they made out. He didn't shout or rave or threaten, just expected her to act as she had become used to with Kevin. It was hard twisting her body round with both arms tied behind her back but managed to sit with legs outstretched. 

"I'm not sure what to do with you yet. If I sell you on then the buyer can decide what to make of you. I might recommend you as a slut slave. That would seem to suit your personality. What do you say slave?" he asked.

"Please master, I need to go back to Kevin. I'm sure he will pay you for his mistake. He was supposed to buy me at the auction," she began but he again interrupted the lie.

The slap to her face was sudden and unexpected, this time stinging her face. "Do not speak of this again. You answer a question or remain silent. Do you understand?" he asked. His voice was quiet with polite words though full of menace.

"Yes, Master," Brandi said while dropping her head to hide the anger on her face that would demand another slap. 

A set of chains were brought over and Thomas attached one end to the collar. He threaded it through the nipple rings and pulled it through the piercing rings in her labia. On the free end was a leather handle which he gripped. 

A light pull on it made her aware of how painful it could be. "Get up," her new master commanded. He watched her awkwardly scrambling to obey, seeing she had caught on to what would happen if he jerked the chain hard. 

"First we shall take a small tour of your new home, slave. This end of the dungeon is the training or torture area depending on how well you behave. Stocks, a rotatable cross, a suspended cage, and the other devices I am sure you can work out their purpose or maybe experience them," he languidly pointed out. 

"In this section whips, dildos and other devices much the same as in John's dungeon." He dragged on the leash attached to the collar through her pussy and nipples. He laughed at the little yelp of pain she uttered. "Keep up, slave."

"Here are stored uniforms and fetish clothing. Used to dress up a slave for a prospective buyer, otherwise there's no need for clothes here," he told her while looking over her naked body. 

A shiver of disgust fluttered through her. His look didn't help but a moan from the far end sounded dreadful. It sounded like an animal in pain and she hoped it wasn't Kelly. Brandi was burning with frustration wanting to ask what had happened to her friend. She hoped the tour would reveal her somewhere here and not that she had been sold off somewhere.

"This end of the dungeon is for accommodation. In there is an empty sealed room. If you misbehave you end up in there on bread and water. No light, no heat. In there nothing but bleak darkness and solitude where you can contemplate your disobedience." His eyes lit up on seeing a shadow of dread wipe her face clear of anger.

He pulled her over a cold steel bar to clip the chain to a ringbolt embedded in the floor. Bent over, bare ass up displaying everything, she felt small and vulnerable. The training Kevin had put her through was being harshly reinforced. Brandi felt like a little slave gyrl sold to a cruel master and all she could do was obey him.

'Damn it all! I can't think like that. I mustn't give in,' she told herself. It was hard to fight the feeling of being a possession after the auction. She had willingly put herself up for sale and this bastard had bought her. He naturally thought he owned a slave and she was beginning to believe it too.

"Owww!" she yelped. Without warning or preparation she felt something thrust into her vagina.

"That will keep you occupied for awhile. A Chinese egg, rather appropriate don't you think?" he chuckled.

The horrid thought came back to her that she had inserted one into the slut slave back at the slave farm. Now she was going to experience it for herself. On standing up she felt it squeezed by the walls of her vagina. With every movement the terrible device vibrated sending little tingling sensations from her pussy throughout her body.

She just wished her lips and nipples weren't so sensitive from the piercings. It was no good fighting it she was become aroused. The last thing she wanted was to show this daemon he had excited her.

Gripping a wrist he tightened a handcuff onto it then the same with the other wrist. With the cuffs dangling he pulled her across to a cage. Having to walk with him or have her lips and nipples painfully pulled she struggled on. Her gait was an exaggerated cowboy dance with legs bowed trying not to squeeze the damn thing inside her body.

Shoving her into a cage she felt somewhat relieved to be escaping him. She scrambled up into it and turned around not wanting to reveal her wet lips. He attached the two sets of handcuffs to the bars of the cage then shut the small door. She looked at him through the bars. She felt like a caged animal. Was this a down grade from being a slave?

"I have some business to attend to. A customer is due for a newly trained slave. You might remember it from the party in John's dungeon. Especially trained for the customer to be a complete submissive. It was such a pleasure breaking her I wish there were more customers with such requirements."

He stared at Brandi for a moment seeing the look of hatred and wondered if she might suit such training. "You know the slave beneath you I believe. You were both at the slave farm," he smiled and pulled a sheet away from between the cages. He laughed at Brandi and strode off.

***

The image of kicking Thomas between the legs was satisfying and was progressing toward using his own torture machines against him when the last statement sank in. 

"Kelly! It's me, Brandi," she shouted. Her friend was in a cage below her. They were animal cages stacked on top of each other in a group of four. 

"Are you Ok?" Brandi asked.

"I'm OK." Kelly moaned. 

"What has he done to you?" Brandi asked with concern in her voice, forgetting her own predicament.

"When did you last eat?" 

"Hasn't he fed you! Bastard!" 

"That's not what I mean. When did you last drink? He might not be back for awhile. I don't want you peeing on me," Kelly said with a groan.

It sounded like a joke but wasn't. Brandi grimaced at the thought. "How long have you been in there?"

"Don't know, lost track of time. Just a couple of hours slave guesses. Slave sleeps in here every night since Master grabbed slave. Master's treated slave well as long as slave obeys." Kelly said.

Brandi looked at her carefully fearing the worst. She seemed so diffident unlike her boisterous rebellious self. "Ooow!" she groaned on trying to move into a more comfortable position. "He's put something inside me. It keeps vibrating."

"All slaves have one. It's part of the training." Kelly stated as though it were perfectly acceptable. 

"What do you mean? For gods sake he can't just shove something inside me and leave it there. How long will the damn thing be in there?" Brandi said through gritted teeth.

"Slave has had hers all the time. It's to train slave to be on edge all the time ready for Master," she said as though it were a sensible thing to do..

Brandi looked at her through the bars seeing Kelly stroking herself. Why hadn't she removed it? It must mean she's conditioned to obey. With the pony gyrl training and now this; Brandi was frightened for her.

Her thighs wee streaked with cuts from a whip! "Oh! Kelly. What has he done to you?" Brandi could see a ring through the nostrils where she had been pierced. There was a tattoo under her left breast, a number.

Brandi shuddered at the thought of having her nose pierced. The way Thomas had led her around the dungeon indicated he would do the same with the nose ring. A different feeling began between the legs at the thought of such an undignified sight. "What's that, under your breast," she asked.

"It's my slave number. I'm a permanent slave now so I have a registration number." Kelly sighed.

Brandi remembered Kevin wanting to register her as a slave and she had refused. Her friend seemed to have given up fighting the idea of being a slave so she had to give her some hope of escaping this nightmare.

"Listen Kelly, I'm here to get you out. Snap out of it. You're only a slave if you think you are. Remember there's no such thing, you're a free woman," Brandi stopped on seeing the look of scepticism on her friends face.

"We're in cages in a dungeon. There is no way out. We are being trained to obey, that's what slaves do. We look like slaves and we act like slaves, so we are slaves. We are going to be sold to a stranger and there's nothing you can do about it, Slave." 

It shook Brandi's confidence. This wasn't like the game played with Kevin. Brandi didn't know what to say. She looked away from her friend unable to face her, wondering if this was to be her fate too. What had been done to Kelly in just a few days was dreadful and it looked as though she too was to be pushed to her limit and beyond.

"Get some sleep you'll need it. Your training will start when Master returns. If you are rested you will be able to obey smartly and avoid punishment. Just do as he says and you'll be alright." Kelly told her.

Brandi didn't like the defeatist tone of voice she used. Kelly was thinking ahead concerning a slave's duty, unable to consider escape or even rebellion. She watched her curl up on the blanket wrapping her arms about herself. 

'I just hope John and Kevin get here soon,' Brandi said to herself. She was already feeling her resistance weakening in the forbidding place. The brick walls made it look impossible to escape from. There was just one solid steel door that she had seen but they couldn't even get to it to try it out.

She dare not tell Kelly the rescue plan had already gone wrong; the leather harness had been abandoned in the other warehouse. John had warned this might happen and hinted at a back up plan. Brandi clung to the only two good points. Thomas wasn't suspicious of her presence for he seemed too arrogant to question he had conveniently won her in an auction. Secondly he hadn't recognised her, yet.

***

Brandi fitfully dozed for awhile. The long day and this frightening experience had worn her down. On hearing the door open she sat up startled, hoping it had been a nightmare.

Thomas strode in to stand before his two slaves. He opened Kelly's cage for her to obediently crawl out and assume a slave position at his feet. "Against the wall," he said.

Kelly stood against the wall while Thomas shackled her to it. She had been closely shaved and pierced. Her nipples had been pierced with rings that dangled little bells. This was the only sign left that she had been a pony-girl. The nose piercing was new and so were the clitoris piercings. 

He walked back to her with a whip and held it up to her mouth. Knowing what to do from experience she kissed it then gripped it between her teeth. He looked her over examining the slave's naked body, checking the shackles were tight. 

At Brandi's cage he released the cuffs for them to clank on the bars of the cage. "You, out, now! Let me warn you that any disobedience will result in that slave being whipped. Do you understand, Slave?" 

Brandi almost leaped from the cage onto the concrete floor. He meant it and she couldn't let her friend suffer any more. "Yes, Master," she demurely said. Stretching her legs out she managed to assume the position as expected. 

It was so upsetting to show off her three holes to this tyrant but she managed to hold still. More importantly she bit her tongue fearing to talk back to him in case her friend received the threatened punishment.

He didn't bother to pick up the chain dangling between her legs knowing she would obediently follow him. In the clothing section of the large warehouse, now dungeon, he looked for something. She stood pensively wondering why she deserved to be dressed. Was he going to take her away to a customer before there was a chance of rescue?

He undid the chain from the collar and pulled it slowly through the rings in her nipples and pussy lips. With great restraint she kept her mouth shut not wanting to yelp in pain or pleasure. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

"Put this on. Quickly!" he ordered. 

The rubber shorts looked far too small even for her slight frame. Brandi sprinkled powder into them and struggled to pull them up with the words of her friend ringing loud in her ears – obey, so as not to earn a punishment. That it was her friend who would be punished was all the more wicked. Thomas was a devious bastard but she kept silent, getting on with the strenuous task.

Stroking them up her legs she found they fit tight between the cheeks like a second skin. Inside the crotch were little annoying ridges or joins in the rubber. 

"Push them in," he told her. 

At first she wondered what he meant, then realised. They weren't seams but little pieces of rubber. Infuriated at the idea of pushing them into her pussy and ass, she relented when he looked over at Kelly. 'Damn the bastard!' She now had to do his dirty work for him.

"Look at the effect. Interesting isn't it," he told her. 

An imperious wave of his hand made her turn toward a mirror. The flesh coloured rubber encased her body from hips down to upper thighs. Where the little pieces had been inserted they pulled at the shorts showing off her pussy lips and the ring of her ass hole.

It would have been a less rude display if she had been naked. Outside in the real world she would have been arrested on sight. She guessed this was another way to make her feel like an object, his object to be used and abused. The distracting egg inside was held more firmly in place becoming all the more potent.

When he pushed her against the wall she thought he would shackle her there like Kelly. There was no need to as he had her helplessly obeying him. He pulled at the sides of the shorts freeing two small tubes.

He attached a nozzle to each of the tubes and fiddled with something behind her. All the time she wondered what devious torment he was planning next. Hearing a hiss of air it became obvious. The rubber tubes tucked into her body was expanding. The little pieces of rubber inside her were growing!

Her ass was being filled! She felt the peculiar sensation of being full as it grew deeper and deeper up her ass. Her pussy too was coming under pressure as the tube pushed against the egg. It was growing larger, outward and upward filling and expanding inside. It was stretching her pussy and her ass. 

Without realising it she stood on tiptoe as though trying to escape the horrendous sensation of being blown up. She opened her thighs desperately trying to make room as they moulded themselves to her insides. The sound of air hissing thankfully stopped. It was only a little painful; rather it was a most peculiar sensation. 

She could feel the skin between ass and pussy being pressed tight. Everywhere inside was sensitive and she could feel every inch of her pussy and ass sensitised. It felt as though her body had been invaded by two huge dildo's yet the inflated rubber fitted so much tighter. 

"Interesting isn't it. Inside you are being stretched yet your asshole and pussy lips are left untouched. They will be left tight for your master. He will be able to penetrate you easily but still be gripped tight. Of course more exercises will be necessary before this becomes permanent."

Brandi looked between her legs seeing how grossly deep the shorts had been pulled into her pussy. In dismay she watched her pussy lips growing grotesquely large in the confines of the skin tight shorts. Again her body was responding to humiliation which couldn't be denied for it was plain to see. She could feel how tingly her pussy was; the only consolation being the wetness didn't show.

Thomas clipped a leash to her collar and the other end to a ring fixed to the wall. A thick leather belt was wrapped taut around her waist. Leather cuffs were secured with Velcro around her wrists and secured to the belt. He set about tightening the leash and straps trapping both hands so she was unable to reach her pussy or the tubes in the shorts.

The egg had been inside all night keeping her at a low level of arousal and now it was vibrating against the tube in her pussy. It was impossible to stand still with those sensations stoking her up. Every time she wriggled the inflated tubes rubbed inside both orifices making her wriggle more. What made it worse was the egg vibrating against the tube in her pussy.

This horrid man was sending her someplace she just didn't want to go, at least not with him or in such a lewd way. Determined not to give in Brandi tried to think of class projects but thoughts kept returning to sex and a badly needed orgasm. 

Thomas grabbed both nipples pulling and twisted them hard. He watched Brandi open her eyes and shriek in pain. "I didn't tell you to cum," he scolded her. Still pulling on the nipple rings he said. "The clients who visit this dungeon expect a high standard of slave."

"Until sold, slave will be made use of by clients. Slave will learn to dress as required and how to use the equipment here. Slave will work that body hard for the pleasure of clients. Do you understand slave gyrl?" When she didn't answer he twisted them again. 

"Yes, Master." Brandi gasped. The bastard had brought her back from the brink when she had been so very close to an orgasm. It was still there, the rubber chafing her clit, working hard on inner passages, pushing her toward another peak. Would he again pull her back at the last moment leaving her so terribly high and frustrated?

If this is what he did to Kelly, to bring her so low, it was understandable her friend had capitulated. If this went on for much longer she would promise anything just to cum.

She watched him bring Kelly over to stand close as though at attention. "Tell this slave what it must do."

Kelly cleared her throat to speak. "Slaves must always obey master and try harder to please master's every whim." There was a look of sympathy in her eyes but her face remained passive. It didn't look as though she needed to wear shackles as she wasn't likely to disobey or fight back. They seemed more for effect, to intimidate Brandi.

Thomas shook a cover from what looked like a stool. There was an evil looking black phallus sticking up from the seat and Brandi gasped. It was big with a small extension designed to rub the clitoris.




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 05



"Empty slave's cunt." Thomas ordered. Kelly squatted with knees spread wide and eased out the egg. Responding to his pointed finger she stood astride the nasty looking stool, making ready. Her fingers spread the lips of her pussy revealing the engorged inner folds.

Brandi wanted to look away, to at least give her friend some privacy, but couldn't. She looked on in morbid fascination as Kelly squatted with the large phallus poking at her sex. With her pussy shaved it was clear to see she was ready for it as it nudged her slick hole. As ordered she pushed her body down over it. She sank down on the big black phallus until it disappeared right up inside her.

Behind her Thomas fiddled with the controls until he had them right. Kelly started to rock back and forth being moved by the devil thing as it obviously writhed inside and pressed against her clit. Her head went back with a soft moan. Her lips were parted to suck in deep drafts of air.

"Which ever slave orgasms first losses the game and that means a whipping. Either way I win," he chuckled.

Brandi watched her friend becoming carried away ridding the devil machine. The scene was working upon her but then she was already so close it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge. Her legs were tired and she had to move them squeezing the damn rubber shafts deeper inside. The egg was working its evil magic upon her too with tantalising little vibrations.

It was more difficult to hold back with the excuse of saving her friend from a whipping. She watched Kelly trying to reach the floor with her toes needing to bounce on the phallus. She was about to cum. Her whole body shook with her tits bouncing wildly as she started to cum. The little piercing bells on her nipples rang as though announcing her orgasm.

At the same time Brandi realised she too was groaning loudly. The orgasm had crept up upon her. Her body shook with the little nipple rings bouncing adding pain to the pleasure of an orgasm.

The two friends were in the throws of an orgasm with Thomas watching them both. He was grinning with pleasure making it all the more demeaning. It was so humiliating to have been driven to this by the stimulation from a pair of shorts. Giving in to Thomas was the last thing she wanted but there hadn't been the slightest possibility to resist.

***

At the slave ranch John gathered everyone around the computers. "We need to search for all the warehouses and properties he owns. The two we know about can be eliminated but there must be others."

He didn't need to shout or need to encourage them, especially Kevin. "Kevin spotted a delivery vehicle leaving the area. I want that traced. It must have been hired, leased or bought from somewhere."

They knew what to do but it seemed a long shot. All knew they just needed a little luck. A message had been put out among other groups to be on the look out for a slave being put up for sale by Thomas and this seemed their best chance of recovering the two young women. 

"What if they're sent out of the country?" Kevin asked.

"I've got contacts watching him for the export of furniture. That's how he gets them out of the country. I just hope that doesn't happen, I've no contacts in the Far East. In Europe we have pretty good co-operation. We've got a little time yet as it will take more than a few days to train Brandi, she's tough and resilient. Don't worry Kevin we'll find them, we'll get her back for you." John felt less confident than he sounded but needed everyone to think positive.

Even if they got them back he wondered what state they would be in. Thomas had a bad reputation for training slaves for he broke their will turning them into docile obedient pets. John smiled at the thought of Brandi giving Thomas a hard time. She would fight back for sure.



Brandi and Kelly Ch. 06



A dungeon is a torment or pleasure depending on your point of view.

*

Thomas looked from one slave to the other. It was impossible to tell which one had cum first and he had promised to punish the one who failed. He watched them fidgeting and squirming in the after glow of an orgasm, trying to decide.

Kelly sat fidgeting on the Sybian machine, with the phallus still inside her, waiting for permission to lift her body free of it. It wasn't moving anymore but after intensive training she responded to anything inside her, becoming aroused even at the thought of being filled.

Brandi was whimpering with each trembling movement of her legs that were threatening to give way. The skin tight rubber pants still held the inflated dildos tight inside both vagina and bottom. With every movement the dildos stimulated deeply both orifices keeping her aroused. She hadn't been trained thoroughly enough yet to trust her obedience and so was still shackled.

With a smile lighting his face Thomas made his decision. They would both be whipped. "You have both enjoyed yourselves so now payment is due. No pleasure without pain my slaves," he told them.

Obediently Kelly stood facing the wall griping onto two ring bolts; there was no need chaining an obedient submissive slave. He held the whip handle to her lips and she kissed it yet again demonstrating subservience. Brandi was so distracted by the dildos working her holes she kissed the whip too without complaint.

Thomas swung the leather cat of nine tails over Kelly's ass. He was pleased with the sound of the thwack. The tails spread out leaving both cheeks red without marking them too much. Thomas didn't want to leave permanent marks on property being prepared for sale. 

"Thank you master, for punishing me," Kelly intoned. 

He turned on Brandi but all she did was wail. "What do you say slave? Have you forgotten your training?" he asked. There had to be some leeway for a novice but this was a good opportunity to emphasise that disobedience earned a punishment. 

He slashed heavily at her legs then across her breasts. Both legs trembled, sending quivers of pleasure, or torture, through her body from the large rubber phalluses imbedded deep inside.

Brandi had her eyes closed tight. She imagined she could see the black rubber torture instruments flexing up and down in both orifices with every movement she made. They rubbed tight inside, melded to every surface sending wave upon wave of diabolical tingling sensations directly into her mind. Unable to take the pain or stand much more movement she gave in. 

"Thank you master for punishing me," she croaked, with a quavering voice.

A few more strokes to each of their red bottoms satisfied him. He was particularly pleased with the attempted rebellion from the new slave. It wasn't a true test as she was so stoked up from the orgasm, and the torment of those blow-up phalluses inside, she had given in too easily.

He looked at his watch seeing it was time to attend to business. A slave had been sold and he needed to supervise its delivery.

***

Brandi was beginning to feel relieved at being locked in her cage, partly from having the dildos removed and partly from escaping that bastard Thomas. She missed the point that accepting this as her cage was a sign of conforming; just another step on the road to becoming a slave. Her mind was still in a whirl from the assault of pain and pleasure, mixing the two into one sexual experience.

She rested on the blanket with legs held wide open trying to relieve the soreness from those dreadful dildos. In the dim light she could see Kelly. Her friend was sleeping or at least dozing. She looked across at the door but it was no good. Even if she could get out of the cage it was barred and locked from the outside. Earlier she heard with dread the ominous sounds of clanking locks.

The cowed blonde she had seen at John's dungeon party had been sold and was being shipped to a new master. Thomas had taken pleasure in reminding them it would soon be their fate too. Brandi remembered someone at the party telling her about the poor woman. She borrowed money from Thomas and couldn't pay it back so he had taken her as a slave. 

It wouldn't have been so bad for someone into this scene but must have been a terrible shock for her. She wouldn't have known what she was getting into. He had broken her into a completely docile pet unable to think for herself. After Thomas's intensive training the poor thing merely lived to pleasure a man. Brandi hoped the slave had at least been bought by a responsible master.

Brandi thought of her own life to come. Would she too spend the rest of her days as nothing more than some mans pleasure toy? Perhaps it would be better to be like Kelly, to adjust her mind and accept fate, rather than fight it. It seemed the training would be effective however much she resisted so why prolong the ordeal. 

***

Brandi awoke with a start on hearing the bolts grating on the steel door. The turmoil in her mind hadn't been settled by a short nap. Without windows, hours or days could pass without a reference to the outside world. How long had she been there and how long would this torture last?

Brandi watched Kelly scramble out of her cage to stand against the wall. Brandi joined her and they were shackled together. At a signal from him Kelly and Brandi shuffled to a small room. 

It was a wet room but they weren't allowed to turn on the shower. Thomas unhooked a power hose and turned the lever halfway. Brandi cowered as a shaft of cold water hosed her down. 

"Stand up straight slave!" Thomas barked at her.

As ordered she turned with Kelly in a little dance of steps trying to keep her balance. When they both faced away from him he said. "Bend over." 

Brandi felt all the more disgraced as he hosed them down like dirty pigs in a sty. The cold water stung her flesh especially where she had been whipped. It was some small consolation to have the encrusted mixture of cum and sweat hosed from between her legs.

The rubber shorts had been effective but left her feeling nasty and filthy. The spray of water played over her body reaching into every crevice. It was refreshing and invigorating but when he played the spray between her legs it began to stoke her up. It seemed that almost any touch to her sex would turn her on.

Brandi gritted her teeth in anger when he aimed the jet of cold water at her pussy managing to hit her nipples too. The ogre was toying with them, having fun humiliating his slaves. 

"Your clean on the outside so now the insides," Thomas announced with a wicked grin. 

Brandi almost growled at him with an open look of disdain. He released her from Kelly but still shackled in his dungeon she had to remind herself to behave. 

"This is an interesting device. Had it made especially for dirty little slave girls. Want to make sure they are sent out cleansed for their new owners," he boasted.

Kelly stood to attention ready to obey whereas Brandi wanted to run away and curl up in her cage. It was easy to guess what torture was next and she quaked at the idea of it. The machine looked appalling.

"Sit on it slave," he told Brandi. 

She couldn't move but stood shaking uncontrollably. It wasn't a shiver from the cold water but the thought of what was to happen next. It looked similar to the stool Kelly had sat upon earlier with more dire prospects. When he hefted the whip she defiantly raised her chin with a hard look upon her face.

Instead he turned on Kelly and she yelped as the whip slashed over her breasts. Kelly looked at her with such doleful eyes Brandi quickly responded. "Yes, Master," she stammered. Stepping up to the machine as ordered saved Kelly another lash of the whip.

If she didn't lubricate the prongs he would just force her down on them. It was agonising having to prepare the damn instrument that would be used against her. It was as though she were conniving in her own torture.

He was watching her grease her pussy and asshole. The smile on his face was so damnably infuriating! Easing herself into the saddle like seat she manoeuvred the rubber prongs into her body. 

He clipped the wrist cuffs onto the handle bars and ankle cuffs onto stirrups. If she hadn't been naked it would look as though she were in a gym on an ordinary exercise bike. It was about to exercise her body in a most personal and devastating way with no escape from the hellish machine.

He stood there adjusting the settings glancing up at her with a knowing smile on his face. "Some of my clients visit the dungeon just to use this machine on a slave. Slave might become used to it before being sold," he goaded her.

The casual tone of voice was infuriating. Brandi wanted to tell him to get on with it; to do his worst. In this dungeon that would have been an unwise request. She felt a slight vibration as the machine came to life.

A jet of warm water squirted up her bottom with another into her pussy. She soon felt as though it were filling her to bursting point. It felt as though a washing machine was working away inside, swirling sudsy water around in both private places. Already sensitive she felt every movement of the water as her holes were being relentlessly expanded and stimulated.

The machine reversed its cycle sucking everything out in a combined douche and enema. In dismay she realised there was a rinse cycle when feeling it starting all over again. The hideous thing was sensitising her pussy and ass! It was terrible to feel her body being stoked up by this disgusting machine.

She couldn't help it. She began to clench and unclench both asshole and pussy muscles. Unable to hold back she was exercising the muscles, strengthening them with every involuntary squeeze upon the rubber nozzles. From the way he was watching he knew exactly what was happening.

She was being forced to strengthen inner muscles to grip a man more firmly. If a master took her pussy or asshole she would be able to grip a cock tight for his greater pleasure. The ignominy of this realisation brought a sob to her lips. She quickly choked it off trying desperately not to let him see the pain of shame she felt.

After several cycles Kelly was ordered to help her off the damnable device. Brandi sank to the floor in exhaustion, curling up in a foetal position, utterly defeated. It was devastating to realise he had her working hard on shaping her own body into a pleasure toy for a master.

She didn't even move when he pressed a finger into her pussy. He pushed a finger into her asshole making a sound of dissatisfaction. "A reasonable grip I suppose. A few more sessions and slaves holes will react of their own accord. They will automatically grip a lot more tightly than this."

Brandi moaned in dismay. The thought of her holes being prepared like this, to automatically grip a master's penis whether she wanted to or not, was shattering. She closed her eyes as Kelly climbed onto the diabolical machine. With every sound it made she relived the obscene sensations all over again.

Brandi remained helpless on the floor feeling more than ever like a masters set of fuck holes. The utter shame of being aroused by a machine kept stoking her up. Responding to being used as a sex toy was becoming habitual. Lying there on the dungeon floor thinking of herself as a willing sex slave was adding to her arousal until she cum with a little whimpering sound, the only sign of an orgasm.

*** The two slaves were showered and returned to their cages where they sat silently contemplating the last few hours. Kelly knew she had achieved her new ambition, to be a good slave gyrl, as her master was pleased with her progress. It worrying he might sell his slave when all she wanted was to be here with him.

Brandi wondered if it would be better to be sold as a slave for surely it couldn't be any worse than this. The man was a fiend. No one else would have such terrible equipment or want to subjugate her to such a degree. She could feel the power of his control weighing so heavily upon her she was ready to give in.

***

A little while later he returned. The two slaves stirred themselves. Kelly was eager to please her master whereas Brandi was wary of what her master had planned for them next. 

For a moment Brandi wondered if she should be thinking of Thomas as her master. Resignedly she had to admit, she had voluntarily entered a slave auction so she was a slave. He had purchased her so there was no denying he owned her. He was her master and a slave's duty was to obey.

Feeling too tired to fight him she clambered out of the cage to stand against the wall with Kelly. 

"Don't worry slave you'll have an easy time of it this evening. A guest is on his way and all you have to do is entertain him for a couple of hours. First, slaves need to be dressed in something to his taste," Thomas said.

It seemed such a long time ago the simple decision of what to wear had been hers. It suddenly occurred to her what he had just said. They were gong to entertaining a stranger here in the dungeon! 

She was willingly dressing for a complete stranger, preparing herself to be used as a sex toy. This was terrible! 

"Just so as you don't let me down with a silly remark you'll wear a gag," He told Brandi.

Brandi was going to refuse, even to complain about being used like a whore. She looked at the door then back at Thomas. Seeing her body tense he pulled a crop from his belt but instead of slashing at Kelly he stroked Brandi's pussy with it. A couple of light swipes to her bare pussy brought the desired capitulation. 

After a few pathetic yelps she compliantly opened her mouth for a gag to be pushed into her mouth. Kelly lifted Brandi's hair for him to tie it into place. Brandi's eyes were wide with apprehension seeing the long extension to it; a black penis stuck out from her mouth. Was this for the stranger or her friend?

"Now put this on, you can help each other, hurry up," he ordered. He never did have to raise his voice as there was always the threat of the whip or other torture instrument close by. Just the oppressive atmosphere of the dungeon was enough to intimidate most slaves.

Brandi wanted to laugh at her friends costume only it might turn into hysteria or be punished. She wore a pink ballerina's outfit. She would have looked cute except without panties it was very rude. 

Her little breasts were pushed up over the top of the tight bodice and her bottom was poking out below the stiff tutu. It stuck straight out all around her hips making her look as though she were a fairy ready to be stuck on the top of Christmas tree. Brandi wondered if she were to be stuck onto a strangers cock instead. 

Thinking of this she turned to the mirror to get a good look at her own costume. A black leather corset gripped her waist so tight it looked as though she would be cut in two. Her small breasts were pushed into a long cleavage giving them an illusion of unfamiliar size.

The thigh length boots had tall thin heels. At least they weren't hobbled as they had been at the slave farm. Her arms were free too though encased in long shiny leather. Chains were everywhere on the corset obviously designed to entrap her limbs if required.

Her pussy and ass were bare and available which was a daunting prospect. Whoever the guest was, he had specified this get-up and was about to use both friends as sex toys. 

With a threat of punishment from Thomas they would have to submit as dutiful slave girls to the strangers' whims. She tried to stifle a thrill of sexual heat surging through her body at the thought of it. Brandi wondered if this from the training or a need that had been released?

***

On hands and knees the two slaves pressed their heads to the floor waiting to obey the stranger. Brandi followed her friend's lead not wanting to get either of them into trouble. Thomas had told Brandi to behave or both of them would be thrashed then each strapped to a machine for an extra long session.

"Slaves, get up and follow me," the new Master told them.

To keep herself going Brandi recited to herself, 'he is my master and I must obey.' It helped calm the fear and dread of what he might do to her. She didn't care it was adding to the indoctrination of her mind, she just had to get through this somehow. If she hadn't already been softened up by the slave training she might have run back to her cage.

Brandi lay back on a large soft mat with a chain dangling above from the ceiling. She concentrated on it afraid to look at her friend or the stranger. He hadn't even introduced himself or asked their names and was treating them like compliant toys expecting them to obey. 

Kelly spread Brandi's limbs out cuffing them to the mat. 

"Sit on that dildo," he told Kelly. 

Brandi watched her friend manoeuvre her pussy over the dildo in her mouth not daring to move. The thing slid into Kelly's already slippery pussy inches from her eyes. She watched her friend's pussy absorb the big phallus, seeing her lips gripping it. She began to squirm on the big black stick rocking Brandi's head back and forth.

"Keep still!" he warned Kelly.

He locked a spreader bar onto Kelly's ankles pulling them almost straight out. As best she could she kept still balancing her ass on Brandi's face. Brandi was looking up at Kelly's pussy and asshole, the only thing in her vision.

He kneeled on the mat close to Brandi and pinched both nipples. He pulled upon them twisting the piercing rings. Unable to take the pain she began to wriggle her head, pushing and pulling the phallus up her friend's pussy.

Kelly kept still as long as she could but had been in the dungeon too long to be able to resist stimulation. Brandi too was being stoked up by the sight of her friend spread out over her nose. After this morning's workout she was still hot and the pain too was doing something to her. 

The master paused in his torment, not to give them a rest, but to hold back the near orgasm both slaves were reaching for. He started again, bringing them to the edge then stopped. The torment was driving Brandi crazy. If she hadn't been gagged she would have cried out for relief.

He clipped chains to Brandi's nipple rings and pulled them tight, securing them to the floor. He did the same to her pussy lips so she dare not move. When he twisted a nipple the slightest body movement pulled the nipple and pussy piercing rings for jolts of pain to rack her.

The master stripped off his clothes and sat astride Brandi's head. He roughly pushed Kelly forward, almost dislodging the dildo, to manoeuvre his cock into her asshole. Brandi looked at his cock entering her friend's asshole with shame. She dare not move, not wanting the pain it would bring.

Her master's hardened sack was in her face rubbing her nose. She watched it bounce against the black rod up Kelly as he rode her asshole. He leaned on Kelly's back holding her down.

"Fuck the slave with that dildo," he commanded. When Brandi just lay there he reached round Kelly and pulled on one of the chains fixed to Brandi's lips. 

She yelped and started to move her head up and down. Kelly had already cum and was being driven into another orgasm. Her friend's juices were running down the big dildo into her mouth. She wanted to spit but had to swallow. 

Right above her face the master thrust deeper into Kelly's asshole in a last push to the finish. He spurted into her and Brandi waited in trepidation for his juices to run from her to add to the dire humiliation. In shock all she could think of was, it was a good thing Kelly had a cleansing enema this morning.

An inch above her face Brandi watched the master pull his cock free of the tight asshole. Cum dripped onto her face but both hands were secured tight to the mat so it had to be endured. The off-white cream ran down both cheeks like tears reflecting the humiliation.




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 06



"Thank you for letting me cum, Master," Kelly said, without a hint of shame.

The master stood before Kelly to have his cock sucked clean. He didn't have to order it for she knew what was expected of a slave. 

"Thank you for letting me lick your sperm, Master," Kelly said, with respect.

"Bring that slave off," he told Kelly, with a nod at Brandi. 

She was secured, spread out on the mat, watching the two of them with disdain clearly on her face. The ugly expression could have been mistaken as a reaction to the sticky unpleasantness spreading over her face and neck.

In consternation she watched Kelly kneel between her legs. On feeling the tongue flicking against her clit she became aware of how stoked up she was. Her pussy was open and dripping wet. Kelly was probing and sucking everything into her mouth. She was working on her with the greater expertise of a woman, who knows how a pussy works.

For just a tiny moment Brandi held back from this dreadful experience, then gave in. The sensations were so powerful all she could do was lay back and enjoy it. From behind the dildo she yelped that she was about to cum. There was no need to announce it for it was obvious.

Brandi thrust her pussy up at her friend's mouth enduring the pain of stretched piercing rings while in the throws of a deep all-consuming orgasm. The chains pulled at her nipples and pussy lips as she rocked under the influence of a delicious eruption of pleasure and pain.

"Get some ice, it looks as though it needs cooling down," the master ordered.

Kelly scrambled to a freezer eager to obey. Brandi had her eyes closed tight in shame not wanting to see the man watching her while recovering from yet another orgasm. How many had it been since that first day at the slave farm, she had lost count but tried to count them as a way of escaping this humiliation.

The touch of ice against her burning lips felt like fire. Looking down her prone body Brandi realised her mistake. Kelly held a ribbed icicle against her lips, poised like a dagger, ready to pierce her. At a command from the master her friend slowly pushed at her red hot cunt. 

The feel of it was powerful in that her already sensitive hole was bombarded with unfamiliar tingling sensations. Uncontrollably her pussy muscles clenched and tightened onto it, sensitive to every inch as it invaded her sex. Brandi nearly passed out under the intense orgasm.

***

A stick rattled against the cage bringing Brandi awake from a fitful doze with a startled yelp. She knuckled her eyes knowing forlornly this was no awakening from a nightmare. She meekly followed Kelly to stand upright against the bare brick wall of the dungeon. 

The simple freedom of deciding when to rise seemed like a lifetime ago. She wondered what time it was and how long they had been there.

Thomas curtly ordered Kelly to shackle her friend. 

"Make sure they are tight," he said. 

When she stood back he passed her another set of chains which she dutifully fastened about her wrists and ankles. A sirik hobbled both young women leaving them physically helpless yet it was the training that left them more effectively powerless.

Accepting the status of slave left them weak willed and the threat of punishment brought a willingness to obey. Kelly had been kidnapped putting her into a vulnerable state, enhancing the already submissive mind that was susceptible to authoritative manipulation. Thomas wielded power so adroitly she stood no chance against him. 

Brandi had willingly been sold to him to save her friend knowing she would be rescued, thinking she would be safe, merely playing along as though it were a game. Not wanting her friend to be punished for disobedience had worked against her more than had been envisaged. 

She had been young and not noticed when Thomas last saw her with her father. The fear of discovery, and the shame that could engender, added to the strain of surviving his training. It worked away at her resistance as did her unrecognised need for humiliation. Thinking she would be rescued before it was too late Brandi gave in to make life in the dungeon easier. So now she too came to think of herself as a slave.

The mind set of the two young women was as Thomas expected it to be. They were obedient well trained slaves. He looked over their naked bodies not really seeing them rather he saw two items ready for sale.

With chains clipped to their collars he led the slaves past the cages. Kelly whimpered suddenly halting before the steel door. Thomas turned with a look of surprise. 

"Please master," Kelly whimpered. 

"Speak slave!" Thomas demanded.

"Slave wishes to stay with Master, please!" Kelly implored with a face that took on a devoted look in a desperate attempt to appeal to her master. 

It began to sink in to Brandi where they were being taken. She had decided to free her mind of everything but obeying Thomas in the hope of getting through without more mental anguish. Now she was being forced to face this new challenge and hoped it was just that, a challenge.

Were they really being sold? Only a few days ago the idea would have been laughed at yet now she believed anything was possible. To be free of this despicable place and this disgusting man it might be better to be sold.

Why was Kelly on her knees begging to be kept here? Was the fear of the unknown so terrible? It couldn't be any worse than this. 

Thomas had been surprised that it had been Kelly demonstrating so emotionally. It had happened before where a slave became attached to him, but he considered her better trained than that.

He cupped her chin in a small smooth hand talking to her soothingly. "Your master wishes it. That is all you need to know. Come slave, obey your master!" he said. He knew well enough not to use a whip as rather more subtle measures were called for.

Reluctantly she pulled herself together for the three to pass out of the dungeon into an unknown world. Neither of the young women had seen this part of the warehouse and the normality of it seemed unreal after spending time in the dungeon.

Despite herself Brandi felt a tinge of excitement. She tried to think if this was from the training and experiences at the slave farm and here in the dungeon. It had certainly been a rough voyage of self-discovery. Perhaps this was what she wanted after all for being mastered had its advantages. 

It concerned her how difficult it was to bring to mind the disadvantages. Surely before this had all started she wouldn't have such a difficulty listing the reasons why freedom was so precious. Freedom was such an intangible thing, perhaps overrated too. No responsibility for her actions, no decisions as to what to wear or even what to do or even to think for herself. No complications, just one simple aim in life, devoting herself to pleasing a master.

She somehow knew her new master would look after her and protect her. The terrible agony of training was over as now she was ready to fulfil a destiny. She bowed her head in the traditional sign of submissiveness standing patiently waiting. At least it was more dignified pose than Kelly's occasional whimper.

Thomas looked through the glass door of the warehouse office at the two slaves. The buyer's agent showed no interest except in confirming the goods were to specification. They spoke English and were presentable. Thomas preferred the professional anonymity of such a buyer who sent a go-between.

Having examined the cash he eagerly brought the goods over to the vehicle parked conveniently inside the warehouse out of sight. Once they were seen to willingly climb aboard, the case would be handed over. 

A sizeable amount had been made from a few days of enjoyable training sessions. As the car glided out of the warehouse he smiled to himself for making a profit from such an enjoyable hobby. The young women were safely out of the way and the brief case was tucked into the safe.

***

Brandi pulled Kelly close hugging her friend tight. Brandi should have been afraid but somehow felt it to be an adventure. In the back of a van being driven to some unknown destination to be a stranger's slave wasn't the life she had worked hard for at college. 

At least she knew what would be expected of her. Everything - that was what she would have t give the man who had bought her. There would be no negotiation, no emotional game play, just obedience. What ever he wanted she would have to do. There were no illusions as to her role in this new relationship, she had been bought as a slave and would be treated like one.

A thrill ran through her body thinking about submitting to a complete stranger. Her nipple rings rubbed against Kelly's stimulating them. She wanted to play with herself but couldn't reach her sex. 

The chains that bound her were being tightened with every mile they travelled. Not the sirik she wore but the mental boundaries she had always assumed would expand with time and experience were being tightened. 

The vehicle braked flopping them both onto the mattress covering the floor. The door swung open for strong hands to pull at the leash fastened to their collars. Kelly had sunk into a subdued submissiveness though Brandi was surprised to feel stoked up. Even this rough treatment was turning her on.

The darkness of night hid where they were but it couldn't be far from Los Angeles. Brandi hoped it wasn't a private airport for them to be flown far away to some foreign land. She stifled a fantasy image of living her life in a Middle Eastern harem or becoming a concubine in the Far East.

She snorted at the thought of being flown to Las Vegas to be used in a brothel. Such a mundane existence, pandering to wealthy high rollers, after all she had been through, would be hard to accept. At least this thought brought back a glimmer of her old self, ready to fight, but it soon passed.

Trundled along a corridor into a well lit room they sunk onto the plush carpet to assume the position. They hung their heads in shame and humiliation while assuming the position of dutiful slave gyrl's, with knees spread wide showing off their masters sex. It was no longer theirs as everything they had was now owned, they had nothing, were nothing. They awaited their fate in resignation ready to accept the worst.

"Brandi! Are you alright? You're safe now. John is talking to the courier, he'll be here soon. He's finding out where you were held," the words tumbled from Kevin's lips, unable to hold back his concern. 

He lifted the silent woman to her feet finding he had to hold her up. He carried her into their room, the room they had shared, the room where she had lost her virginity. He laid her on the bed making calming sounds. Still she hadn't responded but John had warned him not to overwhelm her.

"You are my master, you bought me," Brandi croaked. 

"Here sip this. You look warn out. Didn't you sleep the past five days?" he asked with concern for her and anger with himself at what he had got her into. Her eyes grew heavy so he restrained the need to tell how they had managed a rescue. 

Kevin stroked her long dark hair watching her fall into a deep sleep. There were marks of a whip on her body and her hair was dank, uncared for. There didn't seem to be any permanent marks on her body but he worried she may have been scared inside.

John appeared at the door. He whispered to Kevin. "Let her sleep. You will want to hear this," he gestured for Kevin to follow him.

In the kitchen a slave was preparing drinks for the stranger and the masters, as usual. Other slaves were off somewhere taking care of Kelly. "This is Joseph, a good friend of mine. He acted as courier so now knows where Thomas has the dungeon. It wasn't on the list of buildings Thomas owns, that's why we couldn't find it. So, that's where we got to. The next stage is to fix Thomas, permanently," John grimaced.

"In the morning we'll ask the girls if there was anyone else in the dungeon. If not, we go ahead with the rest of the plan. I suggest you try to get a good nights rest as you'll be needed by Brandi. She'll need you Kevin."

It didn't need saying but John's look of understanding helped. Kevin felt guilty but they had recued her before it was too late. It looked as though John was keeping the plans to himself. Kevin wanted to know, wanted to get back at Thomas, but left them to it.

"Here's the rest of the forged notes. Drop the package off at LA central. For your own good I'll only tell you your part in the plan," John started to say.

"Well slave?" he asked.

"Kelly has told me there were no others in the dungeon, Master. She is resting now." Michelle said.

"Very good, I hope she will recover soon. What do you think?" he asked.

"It's too early to say. It reminds me of when you rescued me." Michelle put her hand on his shoulder almost sliding out of the slave roll for a rare moment. Like the others here we all owe you so much John. We'll do our best."

"Go to her in case she wakes," he watched Michelle leave then turned back to his friend.

"You can deliver the package tonight. If you get caught with it, you're just a courier. There's a note inside for the police that links the notes to Thomas. Thanks again for your help," John half smiled.

"Anytime, it's a pleasure to put down someone like that dirt bag. So, there's two more you've rescued. What are you going to do with them?" he asked.

"It depends what he has done to them. We'll see. You had better get going, by the way, how's your slave?" John asked.

"She's fine. Loving every minute of it of course. I wonder sometimes if I'm the master or a slave to her needs. I have to play at being her master to her most of the time, a pleasure though," he laughed.

***

The forgeries had been lifted from the police evidence lockers, obtained by another friend of John's and paid for by Kevin. John was surprised to learn how wealthy the young man was. Still, life was full of surprises. 

The police were anxious to cover up the loss and were soon organising a raid on the warehouse.

Thomas put down the phone. It rattled on the stand, less than his confidence had been shaken. He pulled open the safe clawing at the briefcase. The precious notes looked alright. An expert could tell he had been told. 

"Who was that? Why would they warn me?" He tried to think if he recognised the voice. They said a good business deal had been made some time ago and they wanted him out of trouble for another. "What did that mean?" he murmured.

Perhaps it was all some kind of joke but he didn't find money funny and this pile of notes looked serious enough. "It's some kind of hoax, a trick," he whispered, trying to find reassurance with words.

A bell rang out through the silent space of the warehouse. One glance at the monitor on his desk was enough. There were police up and down the dark street. A muffled hammering upon the door sounded their intention of entering, they weren't going to give up and return tomorrow.

The moment of indecision passed, he would have to run. Grabbing the briefcase, a coat and passport he didn't hesitate to look around at the accumulated treasure. Once through the steel door it was quickly bolted. He strode across the dungeon to a concealed exit behind a rack of bizarre clothing. Taking a deep breath he pulled the door open to see the back alleyway was clear.

Directly opposite another door gave way into a small workshop. Through this he strode while tapping at his phone. At the end of a street a block away from the warehouse he watched a taxi appear around a corner. He stepped out under a street lamp and the cruising cab stopped.

"Where too?" the cabbie asked.

"The airport," Thomas said. He sat back in the cab not wanting to be seen or talk to the driver. He was giving up a lot; fortunately the warehouse wasn't full. Several years of hard work importing furniture and antiques wasn't completely destroyed. Making contacts was important and he would soon be back in business.

***

John didn't feel confident but maintained the cool business as usual manor that kept the house in order. The slaves needed the calm of the slave farm with the feeling of safety it brought. Some were still in danger if ever found by previous owners, so had to stay. Others chose to stay having become used to the life style.

The phone rang and he jumped to pick it up revealing how tense his nerves were. There was no preliminary politeness from an ex-Hong Kong policeman living his bored retirement under Chinese rule. The controlled excitement in his voice was clear though.

"Followed the suspect from the airport. Carried on straight to the border with mainland by taxi. Didn't see him emerge the customs post. Want me to make enquires?" 

The voice sounded almost like a plea to continue with a job he missed.

"Discreet. Don't trouble yourself though." John said. His voice was rising as he caught the excitement of the chase. He put the phone down. The Chinese police had been informed too. 

It could have all gone wrong of course. If Thomas had run to Singapore he knew someone but there were many places beyond his reach. Thomas had money in Hong Kong banks so they had guessed right. If Thomas tried to bribe the police with phony dollars they would be more outraged than ever. 

The cultural police could be trusted to be vengeful with someone who had systematically been robbing the country of antiques over the past seven years. They would be particularly nasty with someone trying to by them or treasures with forged notes.

John stood straight stretching his arms above his head and yawned large. He looked around his room feeling tired after so many days with little sleep. The empty room was not enough to contain his satisfaction and the burst of exhilaration from this news. He needed company.

John strode into the kitchen, "A full breakfast slave. Everything, I want it all," he laughed. The slaves caught onto his mood and were pleased, knowing more of his plans than he realised. It was true, men do sometimes talk in front of women as though they weren't there and how much more so before slaves.

The slaves hurried around him feeling pleasure in serving a master that cared so much for them. Behind his back they made silent bets as to who would bed him that night. He knew this but feigned ignorance thinking of his friends parting remarks. Who were the masters?

***

It was too soon to leave the slave farm but Kevin relented. He could see Brandi wasn't her old self yet. She was placid and calm but there was a tension about her. 

"You are my master now. You paid for me so I belong to you." Brandi stated. 

Kevin felt as though she were pointing out an obvious point to an errant school boy. The statement was incongruous with what she wanted of him. She was almost ordering him to be her master. She had found out it was his funds that had bought the forgeries that had paid for her. Now she reasoned he had bought her and owned her.

Well he could take up the challenge, as that is what it seemed, but outside in the real world it might not work. Perhaps she needed this. Would it exorcise the dungeon torture? Or, was she testing herself, wondering if she was a submissive in need of a master after all.

'Shit! I feel responsible so she has me cornered,' Kevin thought. He agreed to what felt like demands. He drove her back to her apartment in silence. He handed Brandi a sealed envelope containing instructions. It would be a challenge, perhaps enough to shake her out of this mood.

***

Her room seemed so plain and ordinary. Everything did. Cereal was tasteless, strong coffee ineffective. It was safe here but empty. Friends couldn't be chatted with on the phone to catch up on silly banalities. She knew they would be shocked if she tried to share the past two weeks and didn't want to let go of such intense living so didn't phone them. 




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 06



Taking a shower Brandi thought over yet again the experience of being auctioned then sold to a complete stranger as a slave. It didn't feel bad, it was exciting. The touch of regret that she hadn't been sold as a trained slave was still there. 

What it might be like could be lived out with Kevin if he had what it takes. The sealed envelope was there on her bed increasing a tingling feeling started by those naughty thoughts. 

It was wrong to play with her masters' body without his permission but the tension was too great. She slid into the bath with legs splayed letting the hot water play on her sex. It was open and ready being pounded by the tight spray of water. 

Brandi imagined her master taking her, his hard cock filling her. She rubbed and pinched the swollen folds of flesh between her legs puling at the piercing rings. One hand pulled at the lobe of an ear rotating the pierced earring then returned to a nipple ring. 

With the orgasm she imagined the water was his sperm spraying her body with master's vital fluids. He was anointing her, renewing his ownership of her body.

Clean and naked Brandi squatted on the floor in her slave position of subservience with the envelope in her hands. The paper fluttered as did her heart. Or was it butterflies of anxiousness in her stomach? The instructions were read and re-read. So be it. 

Quickly dressing as commanded slave hurried to meet her master on trembling legs knowing this is to be a challenge of ability to obey. Already it has been a hot morning and the after glow of an orgasm has made her vulnerable to his whims. Dressed in a light summer dress without underwear she tried to avoid being seen by anyone she knew. 

Curiously she wore nothing out of the ordinary except the steel slave collar which was mostly hidden in long black hair. She no-longer thought of trying to prise it off, accepting it was a permanent fixture, like the piercing rings. 

The dress wasn't too low cut but was short, too short for a nice young woman sans panties. Anyone who saw her took a second look thinking she was a slut on the prowl and this begins to affect her. She feels like a slut, her master's slut slave.

But what can she do? Already stoked up she is trembling from embarrassment and the heat of her sex. She feels a wonderful liberating feeling overtaking her. She has to obey him so there is no longer a responsibility to behave within the bounds that control non-slaves.

A sudden insight splashes over her thoughts drowning out everything around her. When slave is at her hottest that is exactly what she thinks and feels, liberated in her slavery!

She walked toward him along Venice beach with head down in humility and embarrassment. He is smiling at her with a look of pride that sets off a fresh tingling inside. Her master's approval washes away the embarrassment giving renewed strength to continue.

Slave stands waiting to be told to sit. There are few people around at the cafe as they wait for coffee. Strangers glance at them and slave wonders if they guess that she is with her master.

From a bag he produced what she feared. A set of cuffs! Unlike the collar there is no mistaking what they are, anyone will see and know. 'It could have been worse,' she thought and wondered at the thought of wishing it were. 

Slave slipped them on and tightened them around her ankles. Master tightened them around her wrists. The waitress eventually turned up for master to order a coffee purposely neglecting her. The waitress looked at her with disdain but slave also detected a look of envy. Is she a potential slave or a mistress?

Slave giggled at the thought as the waitress walked away. Brandi missed the shared look that passed between them. Master sipped the coffee in silence as though this was just an ordinary day, all the time wondering what had been prepared for her. The thrill of it was keeping her stoked up. 'Yes, this is what I want,' she mused.

"Go pay for the coffee slave," he commanded. 

For a moment she was confused but he nodded toward the waitress sending her on her way. He knew she had no money for it is obvious in the little summer dress that revealed her shape so seductively; there is nowhere for it to be kept. Brandi timidly walked up to the waitress in the cafe adjusting her eyes to the dark interior. 

"My master has sent me to pay," the words left her lips before they could be censored. Brandi felt humiliated and degraded before the haughty woman. Who was she, a mere waitress, to look down at her? Alright, she was taller but that wasn't the point. 

Brandi's mind seemed to be wondering, concentrating on inconsequential things under the pressure of what to do next.

The woman was tall and strong and beautiful leaving slave feeling vulnerable. What was she to do? 

The woman looked her up and down then led her, with a firm hand on slaves elbow, into a small back room. Turning suddenly she lifted slaves dress up around her head roughly pulling it off, throwing it to the floor like a disposable rag. Slave was stunned and just stands there.

The waitress hiked up her uniform around her waist and sat on a chair. She grabbed hold of slave as though she were just a doll guiding her close. The woman sucked on a nipple ring and bit a nipple. She pushed slaves head between her legs. Not a word was said. 

From the sudden onslaught slave was caught off guard and mortified to be used this way. Her master had merely nodded in this woman's direction for slave to be used, just to pay for a cup of coffee. 

Before slave could get into a rhythm the woman pushed her away. The waitress was finished with her and was either dissatisfied or showing disdain for slave.

Picking up the dress in one hand she took hold of slaves arm pulling her from the back room. With eyes adjusted to the light she saw two young men at a table looking at her naked body. They were just as surprised as slave to find a beautiful young woman standing in the cafe naked. The waitress handed her the dress which slave scrambled to pull over her head. 

With a shove to her back slave scrambled back to her master. Breathless and bemused she wondered what happened. Not a word had been spoken. She felt humiliated at being used and more so at being rejected. Slave had a suspicion this had been set up by master. 

"Now you know what happens to disobedient slaves. Come with me." 

A chastened slave followed her master walking fast in small steps to keep up. A block away they entered a store. Brandi gasped on seeing it was a tattoo and piercing shop. Sitting in a large chair she looked around thankful there were no customers but anyone could walk in and she sat there naked. In agony slave sat realising she was to be marked! She wanted to cry out, 'No master, please, not this,' but dare not as to let him down before someone would bring down upon her a dire punishment. 

Scrunching up her eyes as though for protection she heard a buzzing instrument then felt its sting. A number was tattooed under her left breast. It dawned on her this was the slave registration number her master had given her. She was now tattooed permanently as his slave! 

She had passed another test, what was next?

On seeing the piercing machine she began to squirm in the seat. It would have been so much more bearable with clothes on for someone could walk in any moment and they would see how horny she had become. She felt so stoked up it was impossible to resist anything he cared to do to her. 

Her limbs were stiff, her tongue was dry, and her eyes were misting up.

Her master opened her mouth and ordered her to poke out her tongue. 'No! Please master. No!' she hollered without a sound. Slave hesitantly stuck out her tongue moaning in anguish and need, both all consuming.

A stud felt huge in her mouth but it was small enough to be hidden. Nevertheless she would have to keep her mouth shut to hide it. She imagined being home eating with the family hoping desperately not to be found out. The agony of discovery would be a painful shame.

A tiny loop was in the stud as she quickly discovered. Her master fixed a chain to it, looping it through a nipple ring to fix it to the other nipple ring. There was no slack and she sat there with her tongue out unable to pull it back in. The humiliation of this position was working her emotions into a fever pitch.

She thought her master found pity for her as he loosened the chain from a nipple letting her tongue relax. The chain still dragged on her tongue but the tension was released. 

He fiddled with something between her legs while the young man watched with interest. It was so humiliating to see this stranger staring at her shaved pussy with her legs spread wide. She kept glancing fearfully at the door expecting someone to enter where they would see her sex dripping wet with excitement.

Slave loved it so much feeling masters hands and fingers playing with the rings he had pierced her pussy with. It was an agony and ecstasy all at once; slave wanting to cum yet unable to in such a public place and anyway she knew she mustn't without permission from master.

'Is that better, Slave?' Master asked.

"yeth mathter." slave lisped. Her eyes widened in shock. The chain ran over her bud so with every word spoken it teased her down there. 'Damn what had her master done to her?' Every time she spoke her clit was being stimulated. It also ran through a nipple ring teasing the swollen nipple as another distraction. She was a walking sex time bomb.

At least he hadn't fitted her with dildos but that would have been too obvious, not devious enough. He was teasing and testing her will with devilish cunning. He undid the ankle cuffs and handed her a pair of panties. Slave was reminded of the rubber shorts she had to wear in the dungeon but these looked innocent enough.

As soon as the dress was back on the cuffs were tightened about her ankles. Only the hand cuffs were left off. 

Outside the store he smiled at her as though another test had been passed. She gritted her teeth and regretted the movement. Every time she moved her tongue or jaw a little tingling was felt in a nipple and against her clit.

He wasn't going to let her get away with anything. As they walked back to the car she had to recite a poem and the movement of her tongue rubbing the chain over her clit was so distracting she stumbled on the words and had to start over again.

In the car she could at last relax. Was she now being driven away for her reward? She desperately needed it. Her pussy was dripping wet. So she was wearing panties just to save staining his car seat. "Ah slave gyrl, your master is pleased with his slave. She has learnt to obey her Master." Kevin told her as they drove away. He had expected her to rebel and flinch from all that had been arranged but somehow she had withstood it.

Brandi felt as though she were at last being delivered to a master's home to be a slave. When they drove up a gravelled driveway to an impressive home she wondered if he was delivering her to someone else rather than being kept as his slave. She had wanted him to be her master no one else.

He had taken her virginity and started her on this road of pain and sex. Was this to be another lesson in obedience? Was she to be given to a stranger to be used as a sex toy; well they had better be quick for she was ready to cum.

"How do you like my home? My parents left it to me. I guess I should re-design it; it's a little old fashioned.

Brandi was amazed yet it seemed so fitting for her master to own a mansion. They walked into his study. A masculine room, again old fashioned but powerful with the smell of leather and wood.

"Take off the ankle cuffs. You can drop the dress right there. Go stand in the corner, facing the wall." Kevin commanded. 

It was a humiliating punishment to be treated like a naughty little girl but she was pleased that master was contemplating her needs. She desperately needed to play with herself, but knew that wasn't allowed and maybe was keeping an eye on his naughty little slave gyrl. 

At his command she remained a hot little slave gyrl waiting on her master's whim.

"Over here slave, assume the position," Kevin commanded. He was surprised yet pleased with how well she responded. It had gone way beyond an experiment to become something deeper even for him.

Sitting before him on the floor with legs spread she noticed the gleam of desire in his eyes and knew for sure her needs were going to be met. A thrill of expectation excited her almost pushing slave over the edge. Slave craved his attention, needing the satisfaction only her master could give. 

The orgasm earlier that day was so poor compared to the state of ecstatic delirium he could take her too. Slave stood before master wanting to cover her near naked body but dare not even squirm. 

Unexpectedly slave became demure needing to cover her body as he appraised it. Her sex bulged through the wet panties clearly open like a flower offering its nectar to a honey bee. Slave needed to feel master's wonderful sting.

"Take them off and put them into your mouth naughty slave." Kevin told her.

Slave knew what this meant but eagerly complied. She was to be gagged, not allowed to protest at her master's whims, not that she would dare to. Stuffing the wet panties into her mouth she tasted her juices with her own smell filling her nostrils. 

It was a terrible humiliation to be party to her own punishment. 

"Over my knee!" he told her.

Without hesitation she wriggled into the indelicate position, ass up with legs slightly spread so he could see everything, wet and ready, with needs so obviously on edge.

Will he tease slave or give her pain? A sharp sting tells her it is to be pain but what for? The paddle he used was heating her cheeks and cooling her pussy. Perhaps this was why she was being punished, to slow her down.

Slave cried out a muffled yelp through her panties. Just in time slave remembered to count and thank her master in muffled words. "One, thank you for punishing me, Master." Brandi meant it for he was controlling her wantonness, stoking her up then brining her back down.

She felt masters cock throbbing against her belly and knew this wouldn't last long as he was eager for slave's wonderful naked young body.

Master shoved her off his knees onto the floor to lie at his feet. There is some satisfaction there on feeling reduced to nothing more than a masters little obedient slave gyrl. 

"On all fours hot slut," master commanded. 

Slave felt the heat in her body and the wetness of her sex and knew this was true. She was nothing but a dirty little hot bitch ready for her master.

On all fours, her back arched with ass in the air, Brandi presented it all to her master. At that moment Brandi's only desire was to be his total slave.

She felt him kneel behind her with a stiff cock sliding between her thighs. He was teasing her for he knew how much she needed that feeling of fullness, to be complete with her master. 

She wanted to feel that man hardness entering her, sliding over the swollen bud pressing it as though it were an on button sending a signal directly to the pleasure centres of her brain, switching off inhibitions.

Slave heard him slide something from under the desk and felt Velcro hug both ankles then wrists. She was gripped tight in two spreader bars. Two further bars were attached to them keeping slave fixed on all fours. 

She was caught in place unable to escape, yet it couldn't be contemplated when the desire for him was so great. Her master was right to think of his own pleasure before hers. Slaves' body was his, to use like a sex doll. For despite needing it so badly, it was his to do with as he saw fit.

Needing him so badly Brandi didn't care how much he humiliated her, how he used her body, just so long as she cum. Master lifted her head back and she loved the feel of his hands through her long silky hair. His fingers played with the pierced earrings. Master was teasing her so much she thought she might cum without permission.

A blindfold is wrapped around slaves eyes. She cried out, "No!" but the panty gag muffled the protest. Right then slave knew what she wanted and dare not threaten the fulfilment longed for.

He reached under her to feel a pierced nipple and played with it. Exploring fingers find the rings that pierce both pussy lips enforcing the idea slaves body belongs to Master. This body is his, belonging to him like a pet or any other object he owns, to do with as he wishes. 

A long wail screeched from her and the sloppy gag nearly falls from her mouth An orgasm rocked her deeply unable to be held back any longer.

At last she felt his cock push between her lips for a deep penetration in one long thrust as he uses his slave. It is exactly what she desired, she needed to be used. With a sigh of relief she realised he was not going to quickly use slaves body to dispose of his seed but intended to make it last. 

The slow strokes of pleasure were making her delirious with an agony of sensations. She tried to hold on wanting to experience every one of those deep slow thrusts that brought so much happiness and fulfilment. 

As the lust heightened in her yet again Brandi wanted to be his sex doll, his pleasure object, she was his hot slut. Brandi had been pierced and marked to be master's slave, now she wanted to be his three-hole slut. 

Wave after wave of an orgasm washed over slave's body. Her belly clenched and toes curled. It seemed like her whole body was being filled with master's seed. The master's sting was strong and powerful consuming her. Slave was becoming one with her master, becoming subsumed into him. His arms wrap around her body pulling her to him, as though into him, in a strong powerful bear hug.

He turns her over so she is like a dying insect with feet and arms held in the air by the spreader bars. He lets the side bars down so she is lying flat on the carpet still spread out under him. Master smoothes his hands over his slave's naked body. The palms of his hands sooth rock hard nipples, rocking the piercing rings back and forth. 

The pain and pleasure mingle into one sensation. He bent over her pussy blowing on the red hot lips. So sensitive are they slave thinks it is the hot breath of the devil. 

Magical fingers attack her body with caresses, gentle touches and pinches. Each touch is an unexpected sensation; to a nipple, sensitive lips, her mouth, a kiss to her ears, her belly. Again and again the tremors tingle her sex and breasts, teasing her mind with yet more little orgasms one after another.

Master releases her until once more she lay prone before him. He smiled at her utter defeat. Slave is completely at his mercy unable to move except at his command. 

Struggling to crawl to him she took his cock into her mouth to suck it dry and lick it clean. On hands and knees at his feet she felt so satisfied it was difficult to think straight or need to. All she had to do was obey her master.

A restraining hand stopped her before she wore away his cock. "Go to the bathroom and tidy your self up, slave."

Slave! The wonderful name he called her was more than that, it was a state of being. Struggling to stand she made her way to find the bathroom. 

Brandi was naked except for the slave collar, splashing her face with cool refreshing water. The deliriously happy feeling that made life so wonderful couldn't be washed away or lost easily. 

Master knew what she wanted and was ready to tease and punish and reward her for the rest of the day. Slave could hardly believe her master would spend the whole day with her, pleasuring himself with her body. It promised to be a perfect day.



Brandi and Kelly Ch. 07



Ch. 07 Brandi and the bitches

Kelly lay in bed wondering if she would feel better wearing a 'sirik'. The tight bonds would leave her helpless, dependent on a master. She missed her master for he knew how to treat her; in the way she craved. 

She sobbed quietly. He had never even taken her and that made her miss him all the more. He knew how to dominate so completely. He knew how to take control of her mind and body relieving her of all responsibility.

She knew all those things he did to her in the dungeon had corrupted her but she belonged to him and was prepared to accept his every command as a dutiful slave. The torture was acceptable for she was a mere object at his disposal.

The other slaves thought Thomas a monster but she needed him. Now he was gone what was she to do?

They were treating her nicely but that wasn't what she needed. She needed him so badly it hurt. More than the whip, even more than the machines he fucked her with, she needed to feel dominated.

She remembered how it had all started a few years ago. She had stopped at a used book store in town, intending to get some teen love story or cheerleader tale. Propped up on a stand were a number of paperbacks, but the one she noticed was entitled 'Slave Girl of Gor'.

The lurid cover artwork showed an all but naked slave, whose arms and legs were connected by a system of thin chains; she learnt later it was called a 'Sirik'. She bought the book and masturbated under the covers of her bed that night, as she read about a land where the natural state of females was slavery.

Her favourite fantasy since had been for a strong man to make her his slave and bind her in chains. Thomas had done this and more; he had more than fulfilled her fantasies.

The other slaves here at the slave farm had said he had corrupted her but that was wrong. He had liberated her from all the inhibitions that bound her.

John came in with Slut Slave who had been looking after her. She had tried her best to bring Kelly out of the depression but had to report Kelly wouldn't get out of bed.

John didn't say a word. He strode in and pulled the covers off the bed. He perused the luscious young naked body; deep black fine soft hair, alluring exotic Asian features, pert little breasts, a narrow waist over rounded hips. 

He took in the marks of a whip and the dark shadows under her eyes. It should have been a natural reaction to cover her body but instead she stretched out with legs parted offering everything. 

He picked her up cradling her in his arms and sat back on the bed. The small frame was completely engulfed by the big man. He rocked her gently squeezing her tight.

"I captured you from another master so that makes you mine now. You are a slave in my slave farm, so little slave girl you will obey my every command. I own you and will make you my possession.

If you show the slightest disobedience you will be whipped. Do you understand?"

"Y. Yes, master," Kelly stammered.

"You're a stinking little dirty slave. Get up, shower then get to the kitchen to serve my breakfast, slave girl. I will consider your new name and what slave type you are to be trained into when I have eaten," he commanded, with a big deep threatening voice.

He tossed her onto the bed and watched her scramble to the shower cubicle. He was unaware of Slut Slave while thinking what should be done with Kelly.

Slut Slave leant forward looking close into his face. "You're a big bear of a brute." She kissed his lips opening her mouth wanting him to take her mouth as a symbol of what she really wanted. Having to break off to breathe she whispered in his ear. "Slut Slave loves her Master to bits."

There were times when he forgot how lucky he was to have naked women in his house ready and willing to fulfil his every whim. At this moment he felt proud to have rescued them. Each one of them had been subject to a careless or cruel or even a dangerous master, so he provided a safe-house where they could live out their fantasy lives. 

It was humbling to have such devotion and trust. 

He smiled a broad grin at Slut Slave and playfully tweaked a nipple. Her squeal of pain didn't fool him as she hadn't backed away and he knew exactly what she liked. He knew what pleased her and how to pleasure her.

The glistening wetness on her close shaved lips revealed only too well her look of reproach was a lie. So used to being naked she forgot her state of arousal was so easily revealed. 

***

Before arriving at the slave farm she was trained to automatically become aroused by a master's presence so could only pretend not to want such an intimate touch. Her only negative sense of pain was not receiving her master's cock when worked up into a state of need.

It had been a terrible humiliating torture for her when she first realised her arousal was due to training, no longer something natural. It had been completely demoralising to find that her body demanded a cock, anyone's, before she could calm down enough to regain control of her body. 

At the slave farm she at last felt safe under John's protection. Knowing he was there to protect her meant she relished being so stoked up she became a complete slut. Master John had the power to strictly forbid the wanton behaviour and of course she would do her best to hold back, but it was painful.

Sometimes she considered rejoining the ordinary world again. The thought of having a stranger speak to her in an authoritative manner, inadvertently triggering her into a wanton slut, was amusing. 

What if it was in a restaurant in front of a crowd of unsuspecting diners when she sank to her knees before some man, uncontrollably needing his cock? The image of unzipping him and sucking him off before everyone convinced her she wasn't ready and neither was the world ready for her.

***

Kelly felt a tingle of excitement as she showered. She too had been trained to respond to a man but had been completely broken so accepted it. She felt hot now but refrained from touching her sex for her pussy belonged to a powerful master and she hadn't permission to touch it.

She was becoming stoked up over the idea of being captured into slavery, like those slave girls on Gor. That was the exciting word he used, 'captured'. It set fire to her imagination.

She was a captured slave girl and her new master was going to train her into something suitable to his desire. Wondering what form that would take was stoking her up. She looked forward to being named too. Master Thomas had never bothered to name her!

It might be a boring household slave. That meant she stayed at the slave farm cooking and cleaning always ready for whatever her master required. She would be conditioned to want nothing in life but to please him, whatever and however humiliating. 

She would feel so humiliated at being such a useless bitch dependent upon her master for everything, even what to think. She would be constantly nervous, desperate not to let him down, needing to keep him happy in case he sold her on to another master.

The other extreme would be a whore slave. Kelly hated the idea. Always having to learn strangers requirements, however depraved, would wear her out leaving her old before her time. Her master would be sure to sell her on before very long and each time sold, slave gyrl would become less valuable.

That would mean less savoury masters would be able to purchase her with ever more bizarre needs. It wouldn't be long before she was abandoned, fit only for a brothel pandering to the worst of men.

Kelly shook herself sending water droplets across the bathroom like a wet dog as her hair span about her head. "Oh! Shit! I must be so down to think like that. Master John is a good master. He's a proper master. He will look after me," she sighed.

She thought about being a pet slave. Master John would control what she ate to make sure she had the proper nutrition, keeping her hair nice and shiny and her body slim. "Ugh!" Kelly groaned. What if he wanted to make me into a big plump pet?

It would be nice to be groomed regularly though. If there were two of us we could lick each other clean. Master would provide his slave with clothes and she hoped it would include black latex. Maybe she would have a tight fitting cat-suit with six inch stilettos. Better still would be thigh high black leather boots with tethered high heels.

She would need a collar, a pet one as well as her slave collar. Occasionally a ball gag, a nice plump red one for when she is too noisy and demanding.

"Wow! I'm getting carried away. I'll be in trouble if I don't get to the kitchen; I'll be wearing something then, probably red stripes on my bare ass."

Kelly ran to the kitchen narrowly missing another slave as she skidded through the swing-doors.

***

Brandi was staying at her master Kevin's house enjoying every minute of the day. He hardly had to order her for she quickly anticipated his every need. The only time he had to chastise her was when she pestered him.

She would become impatient sitting at his feet while he worked. On hands and knees she would present her ass to him making little mewing sounds designed to entice him. Wiggling her ass presenting a pair of wet swollen lips would amuse her but it was far too distracting.

Sometimes she would stand beside him quietly fiddling with the ear piercing. Her eyes were far away thinking of Kelly and the dungeon. Kevin would pull her onto his lap holding her tight, cuddling her, whispering soothing reassurance. 

When she became too much he attached a chain to the pierced pussy lips and gagged her. Pleased at the attention, thinking he was going to play with her, she submitted gleefully. At least the first time he tried it she did.

Being pulled by the lips of her pussy to the corner of the room gave her no choice but to scamper along behind him with muffled little complaints. Even this humiliation and pain stoked her up as she was still under the influence of the dungeon they had escaped from.

In the corner of the room he attached the chain to a ring bolt in the floor leaving her helpless. When he walked away she put her hands on her hips and shrieked at him through the gag. It was a good thing it was a firm fitting, one with a tongue suppressor, not letting a sound through the thick leather.

John had been right when he lent it to him. Paddling her ass had been no good as she enjoyed it too much. At the dungeon she had learnt to enjoy pain, associating it with sex.

After two weeks he was ready to give in to her request to be allowed back to college. He needed to get some work done without interruption. He didn't have regular classes so would keep an eye on her as she still needed to be nursed back to a full recovery. 

It didn't seem as though she was recovering here for she wanted to play all the time and would give in to anything. He brought her assignments to work on but they weren't enough to keep her out of trouble. OK! He had to admit it was fun for him too.

The college was told there had been a hiking accident with both Kelly and Brandi slightly hurt. They would be off school for awhile. Their parents were told they were on an assignment and would be back soon. They couldn't be away much longer or the ruse would be found out. Despite his misgivings Kevin agreed she could return to college.

***

First day in college was weird. Brandi looked no different but she felt somehow above everyone. Being kidnapped and surviving such wicked depravity in the dungeon left her feeling she could withstand anything. 

With Kevin she had become a woman and a woman of the world. Not that anyone would willingly want to experience such frightful degradation at the hands of a monster like Thomas.

In class she was quiet and the others figured it was from the accident and concern over her friend Kelly. She had to bite her tongue when talking to the guys for it was difficult not to call them sir or master.

An occasional pain from the tongue piercing reminded her not to let slip the wrong words, only it was stoking her up. With a hand in her long hair she fiddled with the pierced earring. It reminded her who her master was and his orders. 

It was obvious now why Kevin had tested her before taking her to his home. Not so much a test of obedience as a statement. He had shown he was a worthy master able to push a slave to the limits.

That wonderful day her tongue was pierced Master Kevin had wrested control from Thomas by humiliating Brandi until she submitted. She swore to be his slave gyrl and he collared her. The very thought of it was stoking her up. 

Brandi was in class an must pay attention to the lecture as promised to her master. She must behave and cool down. 

Compared to the last few weeks lectures were boring but she had orders to work hard and after the dungeon knew how to obey. Still, it was difficult though.

At first break she visited the bathroom and pulled the sensible white panties off. Unused to wearing clothes they chafed her groin. Thinking of this Kevin had given her a sensible dress to wear rather than the usual jeans and t-shirt.

It was light and airy, loosely fitting and very welcome on this hot day. That a master had chosen what she was to wear had seemed only right and proper for a slave gyrl. 

Brandi sat for a moment wondering if she dare leave the panties off. Her master was sure to find out and punish her. Was the relief from wearing them worth standing in a corner wearing a gag this evening? 

It might be nipple clamps, a whip, a paddle, or humiliation by being sent to stand in a corner like a naughty little girl. Brandi snatched a hand away from her swollen nub. Mopping up the wetness with her panties felt like swabbing a broken dam. 

Hearing students walk in she hurriedly stuffed the panties into her mouth to muffle the immodest sighs. Brandi was too stoked up to think straight. The musky aroma and taste of her panties had been a heady humiliation, as much as the imagined punishments. 

The sound of the next stall being occupied meant they weren't there to just touch up the make-up. Their raucous voices were at least distracting. She jumped when someone banged on the door.

"Hey Teresa, its Brandi," Cindy giggled to her friend.

Brandi twisted her head up to look at the nasty young woman looking down over the partition. Brandi's eyes were wide with fear. She couldn't move. Looking straight ahead she watched a credit card slip through the door to flip up the flimsy lock.

At that moment Brandi wished she hadn't scuttled off to an out of the way restroom. Reaching up to remove her panties a harsh commanding voice froze her.

"Don't move slut!" Teresa warned her.

Brandi sat with her dress around her waist and panties stuffed in her mouth in an obvious state of arousal. It was plain they knew what she had been up to as they leered at her.

"So where have you been really, you and little slave gyrl Kelly?" 

"Playing nasty rude games with Kevin I bet," Cindy chirped in.

Brandi dropped her head in shame before them. She wanted to shout it wasn't just a game it was a way of life. About to get up and push past the foul girls Teresa barked at her.

"Get up slave gyrl! He doesn't have you trained well enough or, did he order you to do this?" Teresa asked.

Brandi shook her head. She had been caught out being a naughty little slave gyrl so deserved to be punished. Not by these harridans though. She wanted desperately to run away from them. It was so difficult to shrug off the training she just stood there with head bowed waiting to be dismissed.

"She's a dirty little slut," Cindy added.

"What's this filthy rag, do you call these panties?" Teresa asked.

Brandi nodded her head swinging them around wafting the smell around the little cubicle. Teresa stood tall, dominating her, leaving her shrinking back into herself.

"Kevin isn't giving you enough if you have to play with yourself in a public restroom, little dirty slut." Teresa laughed.

"He probably has a little dick, too small to satisfy her," Cindy said scathingly. 

With the two bitches laughing she pulled the panties from her mouth goaded into defending her master. She may have been broken by Thomas but insulting her master was a heinous sin. 

Teresa was ready for her. She slapped her face and told her, "Stand still I'm not finished with you yet!"

"She should be punished for being a dirty little slave. Don't forget Kevin kicking your ass." Cindy said, affecting a cross little voice.

"I haven't forgotten," Teresa said, in a mean tone. "You had better come with us. We have unfinished business to settle."



Brandi tried hard to overcome the training that left her too submissive to object. Taking a deep breath she whispered. "I've a class. I've got to go."

"If you hadn't skipped out so quick you would have heard it's cancelled. Now we know why you ran out," Teresa sneered.

"My master will be looking for me," she complained, looking at the harridan with pleading eyes. There was no sympathy returned and none expected.

"Cindy, go look for Kevin. Accidently bump into him and tell him you've seen her going to the library. Don't make it obvious and don't fuck-up." Teresa warned her.

"You! Pick up that filthy rag and flush it." Teresa watched her trembling hand, not wanting to flush her panties but obeying anyway. "Take off that flowery hippy dress and hand it over," she ordered.

"That's a good obedient little slave gyrl. Let's sort out this dress it's far too modest for a hot slut like you," Teresa smiled. "A slave should be on her knees while waiting for a mistress. Go on!"

Brandi knelt obediently knowing the pose was pushing her deeper into submission to the bitch. She watched the long cotton dress being hacked away with a pair of nail scissors. The ragged cut might have been trendy some time but it just looked tawdry and cheap now. 

At last she could save her knees from the hard concrete and cover her body from this bitch. The hardness of the floor reminded her of the dungeon and she shivered with fright.

Pulling it down and smoothing it over her slim hips gave enough of an idea how it looked without a mirror. If she moved too quickly her nipples would show, so much had been hacked away from the bust-line.

The shredded hemline went up at the front almost revealing her shaved pussy. It was the same at the back. 

"What do you say slave?" Teresa asked.

"Thank you mistress," she murmured. Brandi was almost back there in the dungeon ready to obey the direst of humiliations. She wasn't thinking of being dragged off by these two or what they might do to her. She was surrendering to a master as conditioned.

Cindy came running in. "I've put him off the track. He didn't go toward the library. I think he headed for the lab." 

"Good! Come with us slave." Teresa and Cindy took an arm each guiding her toward the student's parking lot. 

They had a hold of the dress so if she tried to flee the now fragile rag would be ripped away from her body. What would she do then? Run around campus naked searching for her master?

Teresa had noticed straightaway how Brandi reacted when calling her a slave, so figured they had her at their mercy. She wondered how far the subservience could be stretched before she snapped out of it. Knowing nothing of Brandi's time in the dungeon she would be surprised how compliant Brandi had become.

Safely in the car they relaxed. It was almost a pity no-one had seen their little pet for she would have turned heads the way she was dressed and they felt she needed to be humiliated. After all she and her friend had snubbed them in class before everyone, too often.

Cindy kept Brandi hidden, stretched out on the back seat of the small compact. "You think you're above us don't you," Cindy told her. 




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 07



Teresa smiled knowing Cindy was thinking the same as her. She heard the thwack of a smack and knew Cindy hurt her hand on Brandi's ass for it wasn't followed up. Cindy was still peeved that she hadn't been included in the fun at the store a few weeks ago and was meaning to catch up.

It sunk in that Brandi hadn't even yelped and by the sound of it, it must have been a real stinger. Maybe she was used to rougher treatment. She would have to revise her opinion of the mild mannered Kevin. It would be interesting to find out what would make her yelp in pain.

*** 

Teresa's parents were away on vacation in Europe so they had the house to themselves. Looking around at the clutter she thought it would serve two purposes having a slave around. 

"Off, get that rag off. Down slave," Teresa ordered. She noticed Brandi didn't need shouting at or bullying as she automatically responded with just a word or two. 

The two girls looked at each other with silly grins on their faces. 

Brandi was in what had become a natural state, naked, so there was no complaint or even a hesitation. The word 'down' had been interpreted to mean what she had learnt. She squatted on the floor in her slave position feeling calm.

They couldn't find the words to express their amazement on seeing Brandi on the floor with legs spread displaying her close shaved pussy. It would have been a rather suggestive yoga pose if she had been wearing a leotard. As it was it was damnably crude.  

It was a very rude display with her lips still glistening as though touched with morning dew. They chuckled together both nodding sharing the thought this must be Kevin's doing. Only a man would want a woman to sit like that, offering her sex.

Teresa was stumped. Brandi sat there calmly as though practising yoga, unfazed by the disgusting position, so how were they to humiliate her. She desperately wanted to wreak revenge upon the stuck up girl.

"What other positions, do you know slave?" Teresa said, while handing Cindy the camera phone. 

Brandi saw the camera in the nasty girls hand and gulped as she went from pose to pose. It was mortifying to be showing off her body to these two bitches as they snapped off close ups of her. 

She was told to hold a pose while they had a clear shot of her face, pussy and asshole from between her legs. It was dreadful to find she couldn't even refuse smiling when told. 

"Have you got a spare memory card mines full," Cindy asked.

Brandi held back a moan of agony on realising she had been taking a video of the routine. Stretching her legs right back, pulling her lips then her ass open and fondling her breasts had all been captured to be used against her.

If they had sound her heavy breathing would have been recorded too. In any case the look on her face and the state of her pussy would have told of her humiliating arousal. Despite her best efforts she couldn't hold back. 

Revealing herself in front of these disgusting bitches was bad enough but the thought of a future unknown audience was so humiliating she could do nothing but moan with frustration.

"The slut needs it bad," Cindy said. 

"She's a right slave slut," Teresa agreed.

Brandi wanted to correct her as the correct term was Slut Slave. She remembered the blonde Slut Slave at the slave farm and cringed. Neither Kevin nor John had told her but she was obviously like her now. The slightest provocation would have her squirming for cock.

In the hands of these two she was just too vulnerable. They weren't experienced masters, or mistresses, and wouldn't know how or care to protect her.

Brandi sat on the floor panting from exertion and being so stoked up. With Teresa out of the room she tried to relax. At least she had more experience of this scene than they did and just had to survive until her master saved her.

It calmed her knowing they couldn't possibly even imagine what she had been through in the dungeon so this should be easy. It was just that they were in the same class that made it so humiliating. These two bitches had her so damnably helpless it was infuriating.

With Kevin she thought she wanted to be dominated, but he had been right, she had been conditioned into behaving like a Slut Slave. She smiled wondering what they might try next. The smile vanished as she realised this was just another sign of her condition.

Teresa walked in and waved a big black dildo in her face. The size of it frightened Brandi rather than the thought of using it. The way she licked her lips made her inwardly cringe realising her body craved it.

"She likes the look of that thing," Cindy laughed.

Teresa weaved it back and fro teasing her, watching the eyes following it and the lips wetted in anticipation by a flickering tongue. Teresa was slowly getting to know how to control the slut. 

Cindy let go a nervous laugh from the tension she felt. "Where did you get that monster?" she asked.

"Mothers room," she snapped.

The imploring look, meaning she needed to speak, would be recognised by an experienced master but not these bitches. However, the look was so intense it was eventually understood.

"Speak slave," Teresa commanded haughtily. 

Brandi cleared a rasping dry throat. "Please mistress. I can't take it, it's too big. It'll ruin me. Please mistresses have mercy on your poor slave," she implored. 

Begging these two young women who had no right to subject her to such torment was appalling. That they knew each other in class was bad enough but these two were beneath her in the social order at college. It was disgusting the way they were teasing her with that oversize dildo when her body craved filling so badly. 

"Tell me you don't want it and I'll spare you," Teresa stated. She ignored Cindy's splutter of protest. "Go on, beg me not to and I won't even touch you."

Brandi couldn't let her do it to her with that monster phallus. The image of being fucked by classmates was too disgraceful to contemplate. It would be so humbling, painfully shameful, so she would have to beg. 

"I promise to be a good little slave gyrl and obey both my mistresses," she gulped back a sob feeling her self-worth crumbling. They wanted her to be humbled at their feet, so here she was. 

"Your little insignificant slave pet will lick your feet in subservience to your every wish." The feelings began to flow into words that couldn't be held back. All that had happened to her, the training at the slave farm, the intense indoctrination in the dungeon; it was all gushing out uncontrollably.

"Slaves mind and body are yours to play with. Slave is nothing but a toy to be enjoyed and punished and humiliated. Your humble slave will submit to your slightest wish, mistresses. Please, mistresses," she sobbed.

Unable to continue she lapsed into a whimpering heap thoroughly ashamed that she meant all those dreadful words. It might have been acceptable to reveal her inner self to her master but saying it to these bitches disgusted her.

Having said it she was now even more in their power.

The two young women were shocked unable to take in the debased condition this classmate had sunk to. Their attitude wandered from astonishment, through fear of what they might have done, to anger, finally resting on loathing. 

Teresa was the first to recover. "You didn't say you didn't want it," she squeaked. Her throat was constricted from the roller coaster ride of emotion. Cindy was ready to burst into tears so couldn't speak at all.

"Mistress, please," Brandi whispered no longer aware of what she wanted or was supposed to say.

Teresa pushed the dildo into her hand purposefully not touching any part of her body as promised. She was learning to commit to a promise made to a slave even though it was a nasty trick.

Brandi was looking down at her hand gripping the mean looking thing as though it were a serpent. "Please mistress," she begged, nevertheless rubbing her clit with the bulbous end.

"Please mistress, I beg you, don't let me do it," she wailed. There was at least the self knowledge that it was her hand and not a command that was rubbing the wicked instrument against her soaking wet lips. 

It was demoralising to know her body wanted it and her mind too weak to resist. It was devastating to know a word from her mistresses could stop the dreadful progress of this pitiful act.

"No! Please mistress, stop it, please. Your little pathetic slave begs you to stop her," she whimpered, as uncontrollable fingers spread her lips. It wouldn't fit even when she split her legs wider than ever before. 

Cindy gripped her friend's hand, "Will you stop her?"

"Don't be stupid. The things just for show, it's far too big to be used, she'll never get it in. Watch how she's rubbing herself off on it though." Teresa said, trying to act tough. The sight of the slave working herself up into a frenzy of lust and frustration was getting to her.

The two friends looked on mesmerised by the sight of a finger trying to stretch her hole and the bulbous head pressing at the little tight pussy. Cindy felt pain at the thought of it and cringed unable to speak for she would have relented and stopped her. 

Teresa watched knowing the slave desperately needed it yet was unable to fill her hole, becoming more and more frustrated in the attempt. It was far too big so it seemed she would go on for ever trying, rubbing it over her clit and pushing at her little hole becoming more stoked and more frustrated. 

If Teresa had been as cool as she pretended she would have filmed the slave's agony as it was a perfect retribution and punishment for the slights they had suffered. Brandi was ashamedly humiliating herself while they just stood and watched.

The large head of the phallus seemed to pop in unexpectedly but not a sound was heard except the sharp intake of breath from the disgusting little slave.

Teresa told her to stop but the words died in a dry throat. 

Brandi pushed and the beast slowly took her. Inch by inch it sank into her yielding flesh. All the time she whimpered the words, "Please, No!" over and over.

Teresa hadn't believed it was possible, expecting Brandi to struggle then give up. The damn thing had been a joke at a party not something to be used. What she didn't realise was that Brandi had been abused on machines in the dungeon. 

Although stretched she could still grip strongly and was sensitised to feel every movement; every slight pressure upon the walls of her vagina made her shiver with waves of intense sensations.

The two friends gripped each other feeling it too, imagining the pain as though the monster were taking them. Their legs felt so weak they had to hold each other up.

Just enough protruded from her pierced body for a hand to grip it. The invasive twelve inches felt as though her entire body had been filled by the monster phallus. Its great thickness felt as though her whole body was being stretched into a distorted shape.

Very slowly it was hauled back until the head looked as though it would pull her inside out. It was as though it were stuck tight.

The two friends willed it to retreat, to be pulled free. With a twin sob they watched intently. It hadn't given up. It seemed as though the fiend was determined to claim the little slave gyrl and break her.

Brandi felt the monster once more burrowing inside with the help of her own hand, a dastardly betrayal. A little faster now she began to fuck herself, completely despoiled before fellow students, with a distressing determination to cum. 

Her breathing was as ragged as the ruined dress. She breathed in one huge lungful of air at a time letting them out in little panting gasps as though she were giving birth. 

The monster could never become a blur of action rather it was a slow screw, not a rabbit's frantic copulation. Brandi was slowly fucking herself. Needing to cum meant it was frustration all the way while unable to bring off a faster action. 

It was certainly deep enough and ribbed enough. "Fuck me you bastard, make me cum you bastard," she shrieked. In a delirium the words escaped her mouth in a hiss of air. So close, on the edge of a precipice, needing to fall over into that unreachable valley of nirvana, yet her mind was tethered to her body.

Suddenly she wailed like a wild animal. Her body didn't want to be torn asunder so allowed her to collapse without the usual tremor in her legs. A rush of base sensations swamped her mind flooding out the last vestiges of thought allowing the escape. Brandi had cum powerfully. 

She slumped unconscious on the floor with a wetness seeping from a gapping hole. There was no sign of damage but the body being such a powerful tool it would soon heal the unseen bruises. Would her mind though?



Brandi and Kelly Ch. 08



Chapter 8

Brandi is in dire trouble

"Hi Kevin, hey, slow down," John told him. He switched the phone to the other ear and picked up a pen.

"I've lost her John! I shouldn't have let her go back to school. You know how they are, these submissive women, so manipulative. She talked me into letting her go back before she was ready. I kept an eye on her at first break this morning, made her report to me," Kevin moaned into the phone.

"Hold on Kevin. You're blaming yourself then trying to shift it back onto Brandi. Now calm down and tell me the facts. That's better. So she disappeared after leaving class on the way to meet you at the library. You know better than me her state of mind, so what do you think happened?" John sighed audibly into the phone. 

Kevin was usually so logical and calm whereas now John could tell he was angry and worried. He was learning fast but this was beyond his skill level and experience. It was no mean feat looking after a young woman recently subjected to a strict regime of slave training. 

It made her vulnerable to anyone with a strong personality, so John assumed she had become caught up with friends and strayed from the meeting. Or, it could be worse, as Kevin was obviously thinking.

Brandi had been caged and forced to submit to a very experienced trader who sold women stressed into complete submission. She and her friend, Kelly, only just survived the experience. 

Kelly had been kidnapped and Brandi volunteered to be sold as a novice slave to the kidnapper. The plan worked as Brandi found her friend and they were rescued; though not before they had been subjected to a cruel mental and physical training designed to break their spirit.

For the past two weeks Kevin had been looking after Brandi when she became bored and cajoled him into letting her go back to school. Though two weeks wasn't long enough to mend the damage done in that terrible dungeon, he reluctantly relented.

"Let's talk it through Kevin. She hasn't turned up at the library or at your home. Phone her parents to see if she's there. Well, tell them you're from the school library and have a book she requested," John sighed again.

He could guess what more or less happened. "Phone some of the girls in her class; see if they've seen her or know where she might be and get more numbers from each one you phone. I'll talk to Kelly she might have an idea, yea, I'll phone you back. Keep in touch and don't forget - the worst scenario you think of won't happen," John tried to sound confident.

"Where's Kelly?" he asked one of the women.

"She's been working hard all day John, leave her be, she's enjoying herself after chores. I'll look after you master," Slut Slave answered. She wandered over to him to rub a firm pair of bare breasts against his shirt.

She never wore clothes and was always ready for him, but right now he was in a hurry. "I need to talk to her about Brandi. Where is she?" he demanded.

Slut Slave picked up on his urgency and stopped the impromptu teasing. "She's in the pony arena, what's wrong?" she asked, but John was quickly striding out of the kitchen.

"Joy Bell! Here pony," John called. Kelly was practising her gait, lifting each knee high in a proud trot around the practice arena. She wore an all encompassing leather pony-girl outfit, with a tall head-plume of feathers that bounced as she practised the gracious moves. 

The plume was only worn when a high skill level had been reached and Kelly had thrown herself into the training to quickly achieve it. She obviously enjoyed the role and had become an elegant Pony-Girl. The tight leather left a pronounced 'camel toe' between the legs revealing how excited she was.

John had worked with her and soon discovered she wanted to be controlled and this life style certainly did that. The suit held both arms tight to her sides leaving them helpless. Specially designed boots in the form of hoofs were worn so she no longer walked but pranced or trotted, always lifting her knees up high.

John watched her trot over to him with a tinkling of bells ringing in time with the high steps. Both breasts were pushed out of openings in the outfit with little silver bells attached to nipple rings. 

"You look wonderful Joy Bell, the stance is perfect," John commented. He noted how proudly she stood with breasts thrust forward, back straight and head held high. 

Her bottom was carved between the cheeks by thin leather, leaving two fleshy hemispheres ripe for a whip when she was harnessed to a buggy. 

John didn't want to upset her for she too was recovering from the harsh training and poor Kelly had been mistreated longer than her friend. She was naturally submissive to start with so maybe she fell into the role more quickly, though this could have been an advantage. Maybe she fought against it less and suffered less.

"Brandi went back to UCLA to day," he said, watching her carefully. 

A frown of worry passed over her face briefly. It had only been a couple of weeks but Kelly had responded well. She had thrown herself into practising to be a first class Pony-Girl which helped wipe away the arduous slave training in the hands of that fanatic. 

"Kevin has lost her at school. Any idea where she might have gone? Could she have gone back to her parent's house, maybe?" John asked.

Kelly looked at him with a frown, one of concentration this time. 

"She was supposed to meet him in the library after classes but didn't turn up. He's contacted a couple of your classmates but no sign of her so far," he said gently.

Several weeks ago Kelly had disappeared too, kidnapped by Thomas. He wanted to reassure her it couldn't have anything to do with him yet didn't want to remind her of that despicable man.

"The two sluts, Teresa and her friend," Kelly said, while nodding her head, considering the prospect. 

"Who are they?" John asked.

"They're in the same class as us. Brandi and Kevin had a run in with them before," she crumpled slightly then took a deep breath and straightened herself up. "When I was kidnapped, they ran into them at a store in town," Kelly whispered.

"Those two, I remember Kevin say he kicked ass, literally. Is this Teresa character an experienced dominant?" he asked.

"No! No way, she's just a bully. The way we are now, after being in that dungeon, I guess Brandi would be vulnerable to her. She keeps her friend under control, so yea, she could have taken control of Brandi. Home I guess. Her parents are always away somewhere, so she has a free run of the place," Kelly said.

"Thanks Joy Bell, I'll tell Kevin. You can return to the pony practise, you look magnificent, well done," he complimented her. She raised her shoulders straightening up her whole body showing off the plumes above her head and trotted off across the arena.

He watched her tail, attached to a butt plug fitted into her bottom, as she proudly raised it. She had learnt to impressively twitch and control the tail with her anal muscles.

***

Kevin tried another number and got through to Joann. At least she knew where Teresa lived. The house was secluded, surrounded by trees, up a short driveway. It was easy to wander around looking in windows but there was no sign of anyone in. 

The doors were locked otherwise he would have barged in to search the place despite any opposition. Back in his car he slammed a fist against the steering wheel and cursed. It was one thing for John to tell him it had happened and recriminations could wait till later but he felt so guilty he could scream with frustration.

He built up a list from the many calls made, which included almost everyone in Brandi's class. Teresa wasn't answering so maybe the two bitches weren't together after all. Even if they were they may not have Brandi with them.

He got his phone out and dialled another number gained from one of Brandi's classmates. 

Zoe had seen the three of them earlier! Kevin kept calm while he sweet talked her, asking about class and how long she had been Vegan. All the time he wanted to shout at the silly mare and demand a certain phone number.

He waited while she pressed keys on her phone and his heart missed a beat when the phone went dead for a long awful second. 

"Thanks Zoe, I'll give you a big hug when I see you next," he almost shouted in glee into the phone. Hanging up he didn't hear the little excited giggle of pleasure she gave. 

He had Cindy's number! The girl was under Teresa's thumb but if she answered he might be able to work something out. The phone rang and rang. "Pick up you stupid cow, pick up damn it!" 

"Hi!" Kevin mumbled into the phone, no longer sure of what to say. It was important not to blow it. Keeping his voice low he hoped not to be recognised as Cindy would be tipped off. They would know he was looking for Brandi and probably hang up.

"Where are you? You coming to the party?" he asked.

"What party? I gotta go," Cindy said and hung up.

Kevin sat with the phone in his hand watching the tremble spread up his arm. "Think! What did I learn from that exchange?" he was trying to treat it with the dispassion of a psychology session.

He heard Teresa tell Cindy to hang up so they were together. What else? Was there anything in her voice? She was the usual vacuous dumb blonde. Was there a clue as to where they were? "Think damn it!" he shouted, while still parked in Teresa's driveway.

He phoned again but she didn't pick up. Did that mean they were up to something? Did it mean they had Brandi? Where? Kevin phoned John who dragged everything out of him bit by bit. 

John phoned Cindy as she wouldn't recognise his number but she didn't answer. 

***

A short stroll from the car was a mile of torment, like walking on broken glass. Brandi needed to get away from these two but not in this rough neighbourhood. She had no money, was dressed in a bizarre slut outfit showing off her body and could only take small steps with chains restricting her pace.

Besides all that, Teresa with her bullying tactics had tuned into her submissive side. It was demoralizing knowing she had been tricked into using a new learnt skill, to behave as a passive slave gyrl, which effectively tied her to Teresa. She couldn't get away or do anything without permission. All she could do was obey the damn bitch.

She kept her head down not wanting anyone she knew to see her dressed like this. What would these two bitches do and say if a friend or family member came up to her. They would surely humiliate her before them.

She imagined bumping into her cousin, Jerry, along this street. She couldn't tell him the get-up was a dare, or for charity, as she couldn't speak without permission. The two harridans would maximise the humiliation. He had a crush on her and was sure to stare at her exposed nipples.

Would they offer her nipples to him for the fun of it? She wouldn't be able to refuse whatever disgusting thing they proposed. He might be too embarrassed to take advantage but she would die of embarrassment being in that situation. 

At family gatherings she would have to greet him knowing he had seen her pierced sex and nipples. If he had the courage he might even have touched them. It wouldn't be just uncomfortable it would be excruciatingly shameful.

Brandi recognised where they were and felt a surge of relief. She hoped and wished Kevin or even John was here for they would rescue her from these two devils. 

Teresa walked in trying to look casual but felt a touch of nerves as this was the first time in such a wicked place. Cindy had been gripping Brandi's arm as ordered by her mentor but clasped it even tighter from anxiety.

The club had a bit of a reputation and they had very nearly entered before, only at the last minute they found some excuse to avoid it. So here they were in the notorious BDSM club with their very own submissive pet on a leash. Teresa considered both women were her pets but hadn't let on to Cindy.

They had dressed Brandi up in old clothes stashed in the back of Cindy's wardrobe. It had been tricky getting past Cindy's mom but she was already stoned before they arrived. By the time they left she was slumped in front of the television laughing inanely at a boring insurance commercial.

Cindy emphasised to Teresa she had never worn the clothes, not one item, and certainly not together. Cindy's embarrassment wore off as they modified the outfit to suit the look they wanted. 

Brandi was pink and fluffy. It was a relief not to be paraded around in a mall where friends might see her. On a doll the clothes would look ridiculous and on her they looked bizarre. Not even a cross-dresser would dare consider such a getup.

The dress was very short and completely see-through. It wasn't that which was so humiliating, it was the colour and attachments. If she hadn't been so heavily trained to obey, Brandi would have run and hidden at the first opportunity.

This wasn't a fashion statement it was a wardrobe disaster.

Her hair had been piled up under a wide brimmed pink floppy hat that sprouted pink feathers. They had done a rather good job of it too. It was way over the top and very entertaining, except to the wearer.

The dress was an A-line starting below her breasts. They were held tight and pushed up into a deep cleavage. Her two tormentors had cut holes for her nipples which were decorated with cheap little plastic bells hanging from the piercings. The pink bells flashed and played an unrecognisable Christmas carol. 

The short hem floated around her hips and was finished with a pink feather boa. The stiffness of the hem kept it out in a large hoop which bounced up and around like a merry-go-round with every movement. It was up at the front one moment, showing her tummy then at another angle showing her back or sides.

Light denier pink stockings were held in place by a salmon pink suspender belt. The panties were pink candy striped and were completely on view as the hem floated well above them.

The crotch had been cut out of them showing off her clit piercings. That would have been bad enough but the same cheap bells had been attached to the clit rings. Her pussy was flashing on and off in time with the hideous Christmas tune.

The pink ankle booties had hooks screwed into the heels with a chain attached between them. Brandi was forced to take small bouncy steps to keep up. The whole ensemble flounced along as a parade of fluffy pinkness.

She looked like some warped Christmas tree fairy decorated by a very sick person.

Brandi dare not look around despite the urgency of finding her rescuers. As a good pet slave she kept her head down ready for her mistress's next command. Besides, she had to concentrate on walking or she might fall over and it would be impossible to get up unaided.

Her mistress would probably beat her for making a spectacle of herself and she didn't want that. Even the thought of pain started her off and with her pussy on show she didn't want to become stoked up. On feeling her lips become puffy it was imperative to think of something else.

Kevin had warned her she wasn't ready to go back to school. She had pushed him into letting her go and here she was as a result. He was right she was far too vulnerable to be out on her own. The mind games and torture Thomas had inflicted left them both too submissive. 

It was as through a switch was flicked in her head by anyone being domineering, or just bossy, turning her into a dutiful slave. Earlier this afternoon Teresa had used the usual bullying tactics, forcefully ordering her to do something and Brandi involuntarily switched into obedient slave mode. 

From then on Teresa took advantage. A true master would look after her but Teresa knew nothing of this obligation. She had to get back to Kevin or John before it was too late. Brandi conceded Kevin was right, that a casual statement by anyone could trigger the indoctrination leaving her in a compliant state. 

"Please Kevin, find me, help me, please," she whispered, like a prayer.

Teresa kept Brandi and Cindy close even hugging Brandi to them. They shuffled off to a booth which was available because there were few in the club that early in the evening. They were quickly brought drinks by a serving slave and so they relaxed a little sipping vodka martini, letting their eyes wander around the place.

The server was a guy in leather and chains. Not a very interesting getup until he turned away with their order showing off his cute bare ass. The two girls giggled at the sight. 

A dark haired beauty sauntered across to the bar trailing a man on a leash. He wore a black leather hood with ears, mouth and one eye zipped up. A ball gag puffed out his cheeks and spit dangled from his forcefully parted lips. 

His ass too hung out of the cowboy chaps and they could see his tackle was held in a leather pouch. Unlike the server he was completely helpless with chains holding his arms to his side and like Brandi there were chains between the heels of the cowboy boots. 

The two girls compared the server's and his ass with a giggle. "Perhaps we could swap him for Brandi," Teresa smiled.

Brandi came to on hearing her name being mentioned. She couldn't see the smile on her mistress's lips and wondered if it was meant. The thought of being swapped or sold or just passed on to another master was frightening. 

All the time she was with Teresa Kevin would track her down and somehow perform a rescue. If given away or sold to a stranger Teresa might deny having caught her in the first place. What would happen to her then? In this state she would simply obey her owner, unable to slip away, with little hope of being rescued.

In this club it would probably be an experienced master who would spirit her away to his basement dungeon or keep her in a cage somewhere. She would disappear from the outside world to be kept as a slave for the rest of her life!

"Please don't sell your slave, mistress. Keep your slave mistress, please!" Brandi beseeched Teresa, in what she hoped were endearing tones. 

Having to ask the nasty bitch for such a despicable favour was excruciating. The hair on the back of her neck felt as though it had bristled. This was one more nail in the metaphorical box they were keeping her trapped inside.

Teresa looked down at Brandi with a sneer on her face. It was an expression of complete disdain for the stupid bitch. "I thought there was more fight in the slut but she completely crumbled when we pushed hard this afternoon," Teresa said, to Cindy.

It was a surprise, for Brandi and Kelly had effectively put them down in class, snubbed them at social functions and always stood up to them. Yet this afternoon Brandi had capitulated as soon as challenged. Teresa kept pushing Brandi and she kept giving in until the stupid thing became an obedient pet on a leash.

Teresa wondered what was going on in her head. Brandi was stoked up, and the plea not to be sold, was heating her body even more. What had happened to the silly bitch to bring her to this extraordinary position? It wasn't just her bullying that did this too her. Did it have something to do with the psychology experiments Kevin was running?

Cindy nudged her friend and Teresa looked up to see a guy leaning on the bar taking an interest in the guy on a leash. A hand swept slowly over his bare bottom and the leash guy's whole body stiffened. 

He obviously didn't like it but couldn't do a thing about it. The two girls nudged each other, suppressing giggles, delighted at the guy's discomfort. The girls couldn't see exactly what was going on in the poor lighting but the leash guy was pressing up against the bar shaking his head.

From their positions he wasn't fucking the leash guy but something was going on. The leash was thrown over a hook above the bar where slaves could be parked up, meaning he couldn't walk away, so had to suffer the indignity of being pestered.




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 08



Fortunately his mistress was at last served a drink and turned to see her slave being molested. Seeing what was going on she slapped the guy's hand, which was quickly extracted from between the leash guys crotch. 

He had been messing around with leash guys cock and balls. They didn't hear what was said but heard the slap and saw the wince from pain. 

The way she fussed over him Teresa thought the pair must be husband and wife. She was supposed to be looking after the helpless slave and already he'd been molested. 

"Perhaps they are on their first visit here too," Cindy commented.

A sudden buzz of conversation and laughter revealed others had enjoyed the episode but soon all was quiet again. 

A tall handsome blonde man walked across to the bar leaving the two girls gasping. He was dressed in an expensive designer suit, tailored, not off the peg. The girls looked at each other and Teresa winked.

"I'd swap both of you for him," she giggled.

He stood the other side of the dark haired wife from her husband. He ordered a drink and looked her over while waiting. Teresa strained to hear what was said but couldn't make it out. Teresa watched him take the wife's face in both hands for a lingering kiss full on the mouth, where they obviously shared tongues. 

There hadn't been a handshake or hello he just waded in and took advantage of her. 

The dark haired woman was flustered not knowing where to look for her husband was standing right next to her. The two girls couldn't hear what was going on but watched in fascination. The wife was telling handsome blonde man off but he was ignoring it. 

The blonde man took a swig of his drink and put it down heavily. He unexpectedly tweaked both her nipples through her blouse and they heard the squeal, so it must have hurt. 

"Can't the blonde guy see him? She's not likely to give up her husband for him," Cindy whispered. 

Teresa too wondered what was going on but her thoughts weren't along the same lines as her friend. She hoped he would see the husband and give up, for she was available. She really would swap these two for him. 

They watched the handsome blonde push the woman down by one shoulder while still gripping a nipple, twisting it painfully. The two girls sympathised with whimpers. 

He took a firm grip of her hair and let go of a nipple to rip the blouse open. He pulled her up, almost lifting her off the floor by her breasts, to bite on a nipple. Although the room was gloomy from low lighting they could see tears glistening in the woman's eyes. 

He fondled her breasts then pushed her down again. He was keeping her off balance by lifting her, dropping her then twisting her around like a doll. Gripping the hair tighter he guided her face downward, lower and lower, until the wife's face was between his thighs. 

"Why doesn't she scream for help?" Cindy asked.

Teresa could see how excited the woman was from the way she reacted to every humiliation and the painful abuse but didn't say anything to Cindy. She was too enthralled watching every move the blonde guy made upon her.

The guy was on a bar stool with his cock sitting on his lap. She was shaking her head from side to side not wanting to suck him off. He forced the woman to look up at him and dribbled spit onto the luscious ruby red lips.

They couldn't hear what he was telling her so could only wait to see what happened next. They watched in silence, holding their breaths. 

She pushed her tongue out and licked the spit from her lips, sucking it into her mouth. The unclean act was driving the woman deeper into a crushing submission. From what he was doing and had said she seemed to have given in.

The defiant look on his face wasn't clear but discernable, whereas the stance was obviously pure dominant power. The wife's face had crumpled into a mask of surrender and resignation to what was to come. 

He held her hair in one hand keeping the face upright and the other hand gripped her chin keeping the mouth open. From the shine they could see her mouth and tongue were covered in his spit. The two friends cringed but could see why it had been done. He pressed the woman's open mouth onto his cock.

He obviously wasn't happy as he gripped a nipple and twisted it. The wife's head became more animated and he leant back against the bar. He watched intently while she sucked and bobbed her head up and down over his cock. 

She was working hard on him, obviously wanting to get it over and done with. 

He closed his eyes and leant back with a slight judder to his hips. 

The two young friends were amazed to see him cum in her mouth and in public too. 

The posture became fixed and he arched back pressing his cock hard into the poor woman's mouth. It was surprising he hadn't slid off the stool as he obviously produced a long satisfying spurt of cum into the wife's mouth. 

The wife began to lift her head thinking she had been finished with but the humiliation hadn't ended yet. She received a slap as encouragement to continue licking and slurping up the length of his cock.

While she was working on him he fastened a collar and leash about her neck. He pulled the back of the skirt up and slapped her ass a couple of times with the free end of the leash. Pushing his cock back into his trousers he slid off the stool, presumably satisfied with the poor woman's enforced cleanup of his cock.

The wife's head drooped down in shame, not daring to meet anyone's eye that happened to be watching. Not that anyone in the lounge could take their eyes of the spectacle. It was bad enough that this stranger had forcibly face-fucked her in public, but in front of her husband it must have been a crushing blow. 

She seemed to be waiting for the tall blonde man to leave but the pain and suffering wasn't over yet. He took a firm grip of the leash, and therefore a firm grip of her, emphasising the point by shortening it around a fist.

He pushed his fist into the woman's face showing the leashes, her husbands and hers. He pulled on it roughly so the woman had little option but to follow. The man she had happily traipsed in with had to follow too as the blonde man had his leash gripped in the same fist. 

He had fastened a belt around her waist pinning her arms to her sides. So she too was helpless. She seemed unable to call out for help having been so heavily dominated and taken, she surrendered completely.

The blonde man had just turned to the wife at the bar, and been so dominating, he had been able to degrade her into submission. With the wife's capture the helpless husband was taken too. He couldn't do a damn thing about it while chained so tightly. All he could do was shuffle along behind them. 

The two girls watched the procession disappear into a private room, wondering what might happen in there, now the blonde man had two captives at his mercy. Their imaginations were stretched to bursting. 

***

"What else did you hear?" John asked, over the phone.

"It was all so quick, I didn't hear much other than Teresa's voice in the background," Kevin replied. His voice was full of anguish, for despite the lack of evidence he was convinced they had Brandi. 

"Music," Kevin announced quietly. "I heard music, so maybe they took her to a club. No. It was too quiet for a club," he said anxiously. 

John let him ramble hoping more would be forth coming.

"The music it was, something about 'bottom up'," Kevin said, with a little satisfaction at remembering this small detail. 

"Trey Songz," John interrupted. 

Kevin nodded uncertainly then realised John wouldn't see it. "Yes, I reckon that's right, what made you think of that one?" 

"They've played the same tape every damn night for weeks. That song comes up about the same time, give or take a few minutes, every night except Saturday night when the new guy changes tapes," John fumed. He was breathing heavily from the run to his car.

"Who does, where is she?" Kevin demanded.

"The club damn it, our damn club! They've taken her to the BDSM club," John shouted. He slammed the phone against the dashboard cutting Kevin off. Speed dialling the stable he got through to the pony trainer. "Get the van down to the club! Yea, we found her!" he spoke calmly now. 

***

Teresa realised there was such a thing as submission and dominance if the blonde guys performance was anything to go by. She wrongly guessed Kevin was the reason Brandi capitulated so easily, that he had done something to her. She looked down at the wretch wondering what to do. 

Brandi was quietly squatting on her knees on the floor. She had missed the show while being absorbed in her own thoughts. 

Teresa had a hold of the leash and occasionally tugged at it to remind herself she was in charge of Brandi as though she were a pet. It was still a novelty having a slave at her feet.

A few weeks ago Brandi and her friend had been on a higher social platform in UCLA. Bringing Brandi down a little, teaching her a lesson, was considered as a bit of fun. This was totally unexpected and such an awesome situation. 

She had led Cindy around for a long time, such that she pretty well did as she was told, but pushed too far her friend would stomp off and sulk. Yet Brandi was behaving like a compliant pet ready for anything. Looking at the way she was dressed, it was beyond a joke, she really must be ready for anything. 

She could tell she wasn't on drugs so the only explanation was that she secretly craved being dominated. Teresa smiled to herself. The poor thing had probably let Kevin do this to her for some psychology experiment only to be caught by her. 

Teresa wanted to cackle like an evil scientist in a cheap film. Brandi had been so high and mighty and now look at her. What ever it was she had prepared herself for it worked for Teresa.

"Fitting revenge," Teresa snarled.

She had the pathetic wretch at her mercy but was unsure of what to do with her. Tomorrow at school she would have some fun with the stuck-up bitch. She would show off this new acquisition and humiliate it in the process. 

"That's right you're an 'it'!" Teresa murmured. 

Brandi didn't hear and though hesitating had to speak up in case it was a command she had missed. Either way she could be in trouble. "Sorry mistress, slave didn't hear," she croaked. Her throat was dry and sore, especially from the old dog collar she wore being jerked around by her mistress.

Teresa struggled a moment with unfamiliar ideas, then asked, "What are you?" The expression swiftly turned from curiosity to amusement.

"A Pet Slave, mistress," Brandi stated. It was obvious what she was after the way they treated her and what they had said about her. She didn't notice the studied look on Teresa's face otherwise she would have tried to keep quiet. A look of unpleasant understanding flashed in Teresa's eyes on learning what she had on the end of the leash.

Brandi was condemning herself and sealing her fate with every word uttered. Teresa had been slowly working it out for herself but now Brandi was making it easy for her by spelling out exactly what the relationship was.

"And what does that mean?" Teresa asked.

A master would sometimes test his slave, as a simple reminder, or perhaps if slave was misbehaving, or needed putting in its place, or just to make slave squirm. So Brandi didn't have to think about why she was being asked, she responded automatically as taught by Thomas. Brandi recited her position in life.

"Slave is nothing more than an object, mistress's object. An object used like any other thing owned by mistress. Slave is to be ready for mistress's every command. Slave is to obey all commands quickly and with enthusiasm," Brandi stated. 

A tear of regret rolled down her cheek on realising these words were reinforcing the role of absolute slave. That it had to be Teresa she was being tied to was sickening. The girl was a stupid bitch and a bully yet Brandi had inadvertently become her obedient pet. 

At the reminder of what she was Brandi sat upright on her haunches, spreading both knees, pushing forward her sex and arching her back to emphasis the breasts. Rather than think about this terrible situation she had fallen into it was easier to let Thomas's training take over.

Teresa watched every movement and listened to every word. If the slave was willing to offer her body so wantonly what else was she willing to do? By the sound of things she would do anything. So it seemed she owned this young woman as an object.

Teresa looked at the pathetic young woman presenting her body in such a lewd fashion. Surely she wasn't so far gone that she didn't realise what she was doing. She remembered the look on her face when they dressed her and the little pitiable protests when they dyed her hair. 

Yes, she was aware and was suffering an agony of shame. Teresa laughed knowing she had this stuck-up bitch exactly where she wanted her. "This is nothing, I've only just started," she murmured.

"I'm going to the restroom," Teresa said absently. 

Cindy quickly stood to follow not wanting to be left here in this frightening place. She grabbed the leash pulling Brandi along too. They crossed the main hall or play area and by the time they found the restrooms Teresa had accepted the new position of slave owning mistress. 

She chuckled to herself thinking of how much fun she could have with a compliant little pet slave. Teresa hoped some of the slave's behaviour might rub off on Cindy. 

"Please mistress," Brandi murmured. She needed to go and needed permission before she wet herself but mistress was ignoring her. 

The door opened smacking the wall and in bowled Jude. "A nice night for it, girls," she quipped. A tweed jacket was draped over her shoulders and the sleeves swirled as she turned from one to the other, trying to make them out.

"Seen you before girly," Jude chortled. She didn't recognise her at first then recollected a dance with Brandi was interrupted by a young guy. She took a closer look as Brandi began to almost hop from foot to foot. 

"I think you had better give the slave girl permission to urinate before she lets go all over the floor," Jude commented to Teresa. "Unless you are into that sort of thing, there's a cubicle, last one on the left," she stated, with a dismissive wave of a hand.

Cindy looked at Teresa and giggled. Both the butch looking woman and the idea of Brandi waiting for permission to pee was just so amusing.

"Make sure she doesn't wet the dress and make sure she cleans up the bells between her legs," Teresa told Cindy. 

Brandi felt so small having to wait for permission and being supervised but she had to go and what could she do about it anyway. She would just have to put up with these humiliations until Kevin found her.

Jude watched appreciatively as the girls refreshed their make-up and preened their hair. Brandi stood still while Cindy touched up her face and straightened the dress. Strands of garish pink hair had fallen down needing to be pined back under the hat. 

Brandi choked, almost bursting into tears at the sight of her long black silken hair badly dyed to a glossy candyfloss pink. That was at least a benefit of the Thomas training, for she was able to keep herself in check, otherwise a painful punishment would result. 

She kept close to her tormentors not wanting to be left in the clutches of the butch looking lesbian. Jude kept looking at her and licking her worm like wet lips in a gross portrayal of sexiness.

Back in the play room Teresa took in the sight of exotic equipment and a very recognisable set of stocks. She hadn't noticed any of this on the march to the bathroom for she had been in a daze, wondering what to do with Brandi. She thought about trying out the torture instruments on her. 

Perhaps something nasty for Cindy as well might put them both in their places. Teresa was pleased to note some of the compliant behaviour was already rubbing off on Cindy. It was probably because she was in awe and a little frightened of the club.

Sensing someone was looking at her she glanced over toward the door into the lounge area. The club was becoming busier with a noise level increasing to match. Someone stood there silently staring at her. All had stared at Brandi but that was understandable. 

When he moved into the room striding toward her she recognised who it was. "Hi Kevin," she said, less cordially this time. She sidled up to Cindy sheltering the slave behind them. 

"Where's Brandi?" he stated brusquely, without preamble. The two young women looked surprised in answer to the question but the feigned innocence was too clumsy to fool anyone. He peered over their shoulders at the creature half hidden there, as they were obviously trying to conceal it. 

He pushed them to one side to take a good look at the pink fluffy thing they had squatting behind them. "Brandi? What the hell have you done to her?" 

She was unrecognisable in the shameless get-up. The confident young woman, who entered this club some weeks ago for a dare, had vanished leaving on the floor a squirming ignoble creature.

Pink hair escaped hair pins to dangle from under the hat either side of her head. On rising from the floor the dress hoop swung around showing her tummy, hips and back in succession. Hardly anything of her body was concealed.

Rude suggestions were tattooed in pink characters over her body; 'fuck hole' was written across her cheeks with an arrow pointing toward her ass hole, 'cum hole' was tattooed across her lower belly with another arrow pointing down. 

The phrase 'fuck slut' was written in several places together with 'pet slave', 'dirty gyrl' and 'fuck 4 a dollar'.

He couldn't tolerate looking at the other foul remarks. Only a few weeks ago her poor virginal flesh had been so smooth and clear of blemishes, yet now it was dreadfully despoiled. Brandi's wonderful innocent body had been badly marked with disgusting tattoos as well as piercings in the most intimate of places.

Brandi kept her eyes diverted from her previous master and current mistress knowing there would be trouble. Out of the corner of her eye she could see an expression of distaste on his face and trembled. 

'Please save me master, take me back, don't be disgusted with your pretty little slave gyrl. Make me yours again, master,' Brandi silently begged. 'Don't leave me with this terrible bitch,' she screamed inside. She had heard it said the young could be cruel but Teresa was a bully and a twisted vindictive bitch. 

The urge to submit was already overpowering so the longer she remained as a slave the stronger that influence was. She must break away to return to the safety Kevin offered. He knew how to look after her, especially with support and guidance from John. 

Kevin reached out to her, too angry to speak. The look of anger on his face frightened Brandi. Was he too angry with her to take her back? 'Oh please, master, slave will serve master faithfully, please help this stupid little slave girl. Slave will do exactly as master commands in future,' she cried inside.

Teresa pulled Cindy close as a barrier between him and Brandi. 

"She's mine," Teresa challenged. "You belong to me, tell him," Teresa ordered. To reinforce the command she stepped on Brandi's fingers. A little pain should keep her attention. 

"Yes, mistress," Brandi whimpered. The usual boisterous, teasing, fun-loving girl had succumbed. It was still there hidden beneath the nasty training but only Kevin could find it and release it.

Teresa hadn't been able to call her a slave in front of him, still unsure of what was something strange and unfamiliar. It was so very satisfying to hear her submit in front of her boyfriend. It meant her hold over the stupid girl was stronger than his influence.

Teresa felt so satisfied at having caught them both in their own strange game she laughed out loud. Brandi and Kevin, she mistakenly thought, had worked together to put her into this condition and she had accidently found them out. 




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 08



She patted Brandi's head mockingly as though she were just a pet bitch on a leash. She bent over and kissed her forehead, "There, there little pet girl, your mistress will take care of you. No need to fret," Teresa said, with a great amusement lighting her face. 

Kevin gritted his teeth in frustration, wanting to strike the bitch for treating Brandi this way. He only just held on to the anger boiling away inside. He wondered if she would be able to summon the strength to resist Teresa but he couldn't count on it.  

He looked around in frustration thinking a violent action would have him ejected from the club. It was ironic that when hitting someone in different circumstances it would be seen as just playing out a fantasy game.

If he had witnessed the episode earlier where a stranger had seduced a woman and gained her husband too, he might have thought about it differently. Though John would have pointed out they might have been playing out a game.

He would have to wait for John as he would know what to do. He dare not even look at poor Brandi or he might hit out at Teresa. His wonderful slave girl was showing off her body in such a vulgar way it hurt him to look. 

It was worse knowing these two young women had a score to settle, with the intent of making Brandi pay dearly. They had such low moral values they might end up completely ruining her, if they hadn't done so already. He should try to comfort her but just couldn't trust himself to speak so turned on his heel and strode back into the bar.

It was time to walk away and cool down.

Brandi watched in horror. His whole body was a picture of vibrant fury. It was so unfair of him to be angry with her. It was her fault for returning to school too soon but it was these bitches that had caused all the trouble. 

Besides, did he think he owned her and wouldn't let her go out with friends? On second thoughts perhaps he did think he owned her for she had told him often enough. These weren't exactly friends either. 

'Oh! No!' she screamed silently. 'If he abandons me to these appalling bitches I'm lost,' she cried. The only thing keeping a glimmer of hope alive was the thought of master saving her from these two ogres.

Tears formed in her eyes blurring the image of him striding off. 

"Best escape out the back way," Jude said. "Couldn't help overhearing your little spat with him. Just follow me," she helpfully suggested.

They followed, traipsing back into the restroom. Teresa was feeling more confident but not enough to face another test of wills over who owned the slave. About to ask where the so called escape route was, the curious woman opened a concealed panel in the wall.

They walked in while she held the door. Jude reached over to a light switch and let the door spring shut. "Nice eh? A little slice of the club safely tucked away from the men," Jude pointed out.

"I'll get the drinks, just relax," she said, pointing toward a corner of the large room. It was fitted with two sofas and two large well stuffed easy chairs. 

Teresa was regaining the presence of mind to keep her slave in check. Pushing Brandi to the floor onto all fours she guided it across the room. Unused to this she was a little impatient waiting for the crawling slave and was tempted to let go the leash leaving her to catch up. 

She endured though, for it was a useful enforcement of ownership over the slave. She would ask Jude for advice on how to keep a slave as the woman looked confident and experienced in such matters.

Brandi kept a surreptitious eye on Jude wondering what she was up to. Already abandoned by her master the last thing she wanted was to be given to this experienced mistress. She would spirit her away from the club to an unknown destination so Kevin would never find her.

As an experienced mistress Jude would know exactly how to keep her permanently submissive. She probably had a dungeon with a cage to keep her in. In her present state of mind it wouldn't take much for her to go under completely, to become a permanently docile slave.

Teresa marvelled at Brandi, watching the display of profound arousal, wondering what was going on in her mind. She sat with knees widely separated displaying a swollen wet sex while breathing heavily. Her breasts rose and fell with each deep draught of air. The musky odour of her glistening sex was obvious. 

Brandi remembered that pitiably submissive woman Thomas had with him at John's party. The slave had become a simple lump of humanity no longer able to think for itself. At the time she had felt superior and sorry for her, never thinking she would ever fall into such a contemptible state. But here she was! 

At least with Teresa the lack of experience meant she had a chance of escaping such a fate. It was possible to either escape complete domination or be rescued by Kevin. He would get over his anger and find Teresa's house and her, soon. She would just have to keep Teresa happy, so she kept her close as a favoured pet.

The thought of actively trying to please her tormentor was abhorrent but there was little choice. She had already fallen into a submissive role and was unable to break away from it, so this extra step would have to be endured.

In the back of her mind she wondered if this might be a sign of another stage in total surrender to this mistress. She pushed the unpleasant thought away. There was far more to concentrate on at the moment; staying out of the clutches of Jude.

"Drink up its free here," Jude laughed. 

It seemed a safe haven, away from interfering men, as Jude had promised. Teresa looked around for the so called escape route out of the club. It was obviously another secret panel like the one they entered through, so she would have to wait for when Jude was ready to reveal it. 

Candy was unused to alcohol and had too much to drink already so Teresa would have to keep an eye on her. 

Teresa watched Jude fuss over her slave, enjoying Brandi's discomfort. Brandi looked a little frightened and demurred at being stroked and groomed like a household pet. From the expression of distaste on her face and the way she pulled back from Jude, Brandi was obviously finding it distasteful. 

Teresa chuckled enjoying her slave's anguish. She slipped off a shoe and waved a foot in her face. "Lick my toes slave," she demanded. To her astonishment Brandi began to lick them with enthusiasm, seeming to get off on the humiliating task.

Teresa hadn't been watching close enough because the woman had been surreptitiously stroking slave's pussy as well as her hair. Teresa only found out when Jude showed her three smelly wet fingers, pointing out how hot Brandi was. The slut was getting off on Jude's fingers!

"Did you give your slave permission?" Jude asked artfully. 

"Nasty little slut slave!" Teresa shouted while slapping her ass and back with the leash. "You're nothing but a bitch on heat all the time! You'll fuck anything won't you? I obviously need to keep you under control so I'll be watching you carefully. You're nothing but a dirty little slut," Teresa shouted at her.

"What are you?" Teresa said, through gritted teeth. She was unsure why she felt so angry. Perhaps it was being let down, shown up by not being in control of her slave, but not jealousy certainly not that. 

"I'm a dirty little slut, mistress," Brandi croaked through tears. How could she have let herself down like that? Before a class-mate she was getting-off on that woman's fingers and was close to an orgasm too if she hadn't been stopped. She really was a dirty little tramp, a right nasty little slut. 

Brandi was looking at herself from a slave's view point. She didn't consider the mitigating circumstances of being stoked all evening by naughty thoughts, being molested, continuously humiliated, teased and receiving pain. All these things she had learnt to associate with sex and had been stimulated beyond her control.

Brandi had endured the nasty woman toying with her sex, unable to fight her off while in such a docile state. As much as it pained her, she had to admit to having reacted to the connoisseur's fingers and hands expertly manipulating her body.

"Slave is a wanton slut, mistress. Slave needs mistress's control. Thank you for whipping your slave mistress," Brandi had to admit after coming so close to an orgasm yet again. She was so close it hurt. 

It also hurt that she had to admit these awful things to a fellow student. She had to admit to being a dirty little slut for she believed it. Why else would she behave like that with a stranger?

"You should give it to her, she wants it, needs to be shown who's boss. Unless you just want to be a supervisor rather than a top mistress. You own her don't you? Then show her you're the boss!" Jude goaded the naive girl.

From nowhere Jude produced a dildo. "You don't have to if you're frightened of it. It's jut like a man marking his territory. She'll be your slave and he can't take her back once you've made her yours." Jude prodded her in the ribs with it.

"Here let me help," Jude said. Without waiting for an answer, she proceeded to strap it on. Knowing Teresa was a novice she held the device in such a way as to hide its full potency. 

It came as a shock when Jude slipped it into her panties, between her lips and inside. With one constant push it filled her. It felt as though the giant dildo Brandi had suffered earlier was being used upon her. 

A flustered protest was stifled when the double ended dildo was grasped by Jude and pulled roughly, sliding her off the sofa. Where ever the dildo went she went too. Teresa had no option but to follow and was pulled onto her knees. The powerful movement inside and the look Brandi gave brought her to accept the proposition.

Jude put her hand to the back of Brandi's head and mouthed words at Teresa. The shock was subsiding and Teresa began to catch on. "Bitch! Suck your mistress, like a good little slave gyrl!" Teresa demanded, sounding stilted and nervous.

There was no way Brandi could take this down her throat and the movement inside Teresa was minimal. Teresa realised her muscles were gripping the thing too tight so there wouldn't be much stimulating movement. The thought that she might want stimulation from a woman was new. 

Not knowing what to do, she let Jude guide them. The one thing she liked was the look of abject shame on Brandi's face. She was forced to look up at her while sucking on the dildo. The grin on her face was telling her, 'You are mine and I can fuck you if I want to, just like your boyfriend.' The new unexpected sensations inside weren't unpleasant either. 

The end of the dildo dripped with spit as Jude pulled Brandi away and turned her around. 

The other end, inside Teresa, was as long and fat as the end sticking up in front of her. So her slave would have as much of the damn thing buried in her body as she did.

The dress didn't cover Brandi's ass at all and the flashing lights had given up, as thankfully had the ungodly tune too. What remained on view were pink pussy lips, swollen, wet and ready.

While Teresa looked at the pussy in consternation, Jude gripped the dildo to guide it between Brandi's wet lips. With a cruel shove Teresa fell against her slave's bottom for the dildo to deeply bury itself into her vagina. 

"Tell her Teresa, tell your pet slave you own her!" Jude quietly goaded the inexperienced mistress.

"I own you slave, your mine, all mine," she whooped, as she began to ride her. If she had a hat she would have twirled it around her head like a cowboy, or cowgirl. She pounded the dildo in and out of the slave, at the same time her own pussy was loosening up with lubrication so she felt more movement. 

The big thing was taking her too. She knew this for the familiar feeling of an orgasm was mounting her. She was fucking her slave and fucking herself too or maybe the dildo was fucking them both.

Brandi at first sunk into a state of fear and self-loathing. She should have fought back not just let the bitch take her with that disgusting device without a complaint. She needed her mistress's protection; otherwise Jude might take over, so of course she needed to comply.

Abandoning all moral pretensions she let go to concentrate on the wave upon wave of sexual passion that was a culmination of stimulation building up all evening. Brandi was soon breathing in gasps uttering little whimpers of pleasure.

Neither Teresa nor Brandi noticed Jude manoeuvre Cindy onto the floor to kneel behind her, for they were too far gone, absorbed in their own little world of pleasure.

Cindy watched her friend fucking Brandi. She had wanted revenge on the stuck-up bitch for all the slights, real and imagined, heaped upon them in school. Fucking her with a dildo hadn't been on the agenda at all. 

The image was hot and stoking her up, or was it the alcohol? She felt hands behind her but couldn't tear her eyes away from the disturbing scene of Teresa fucking away like a wild thing. Teresa had made her wear a micro mini with a g-string and now Jude took advantage of the inadequate protection.

Cindy felt a slight nudge between the thighs. Before she could react the string was pushed aside and she was pierced. It took her by surprise, a long slow drive all the way up her private place finishing deep inside. 

She felt it sliding between her thighs seeming to take for ever, more and more of it pushing and pushing between her thighs, as though it were a pool cue. The feeling inside was even more dramatic where it felt like a baseball bat invading her small vagina. 

She was impaled on a double ended dildo as fearsome as the one being driven forcibly into Brandi. She had always been small and tight so now this large thing was stretching her. She felt every inch of it pushing at her insides.

Her head rocked back and forth like a rag dolls being shaken by an irate owner. Jude grabbed a fistful of hair to whisper in her ear. 

"You're my slut girly. You know that don't you, you want to cum, you want me to make you cum, let me hear you say it," Jude said, in heavy intimidating tones.

Cindy usually gave in to Teresa as over the years had learnt to go for an easy life. She gave in now, having little choice, with the idea of getting it over with as quickly as possible. When a steady rhythm settled upon her she began to want something more, she wanted an orgasm then before long she needed one. Although the torture brought pleasure she would say anything to get what she now urgently needed. 

"I'm your slut, please make me cum, I need to cum, please make your slut cum!" Cindy wailed. Saying the words out loud brought the meaning in on her. She cringed and shrank in on herself. She felt as though her head was being fucked as hard and roughly as her poor tight little pussy.

The force of emotion in Cindy's voice hit an already susceptible Brandi. Although Teresa hadn't the experience or presence of mind to demand them, words started tumbling out the slave mouth, while she pounded away at the slave pussy.

"Please mistress, make your dirty little slave gyrl cum. Your dutiful slave gyrl needs to cum mistress, please mistress," Brandi wailed.

Teresa felt in control like never before. She heard the puny pathetic voice of her slave pleading to cum and loved it. She revelled in the sheer power over the pathetic thing. Jude had been right. Teresa was pounding the young woman into submission, forcing her into recognising she was her obedient slave gyrl.

Teresa felt Brandi cum. Her legs went into a spasm and her feet drummed on the floor, she was having a deep orgasm. Brandi was gripping the dildo tight during the orgasm while her own pussy became more lubricated and open. Teresa felt the dildo working on her, pushing her closer to the edge.

She wanted to carry on taking the slave making her pay, punishing her, wanting to hurt her, but she was reaching out for her own climax.

Brandi felt the orgasm hitting like a soft ball in the stomach. A hard lump in the pit of her tummy had her uncontrollably flexing all the muscles below her waist. She only just held back from lifting her head to howl like a wolf. 

The damn classroom-bitch had done this to her! A girl from her class had fucked her so hard she had cum deeper than ever before. The class bully had broken her by fucking her. Teresa had shown a superior dominance, physically and mentally, reinforcing their relationship as mistress and slave. 

Brandi conceded her position as a pet on a leash. She had tried to be a good slave with Thomas, but this time knew exactly what she was. She was Teresa's pet slave gyrl. Slowly, with aching limbs, she manoeuvred her body into the slave position. Presenting her pussy, asshole and breasts to her mistress was difficult when all she wanted was to curl up in a protective ball.

Brandi could feel something quietly fading away, a sense of self was slipping from her grasp. Brandi clamped her eyes shut trying to concentrate, not wanting to let go. 'Please, not this, not now, not with her. Let something remain," she pleaded. 

Opening her eyes she saw Teresa staring at her. Brandi was no longer afraid, she needed nothing now, no need for freedom or escape for she was a pretty little pet slave squatting before her mistress.



Brandi and Kelly Ch. 09



John arrived at the club to find Kevin angry and downing a second beer. "Forget it Kevin. Sometimes you just have to accept you lost. Whether it's a football game or a woman you just can't win them all. I'm not saying give up, just wait and see what happens. Step back to take a moment to think about your next move," John told him. 

He could see it wasn't going to be easy for the young man as it looked as though he had lost Brandi to a girl in her class. John figured it was her choice and she had chosen a friend from class over Kevin. 

They had played around before so she must know what she was getting into. Girls in class looked out for each other so he guessed she would be alright. At least she wasn't with Thomas or someone cruel and uncaring like him. John was making big assumption and it was wrong but neither he nor Kevin knew that. 

"Wasn't it Kelly that liked you first but you took up with Brandi?" he asked. "I could use a hand getting her back to school," John told him. 

"I thought she was doing alright as a pony-girl," Kevin said.

"Maybe she's just escaping the issues. I think she needs someone to trust and to look after her," he told him, happy to get Kevin thinking of Kelly instead of Brandi. John promised to look out for Brandi while Kevin looked after Kelly.

***

Teresa sat on the sofa staring at Brandi, fascinated with how subdued the stupid slut had become after taking her with a dildo. She unstrapped it and threw the now filthy weapon on the floor. This had been a first and probably the last time using such a disgusting thing. 

It was obvious Jude had taken Cindy with a similar dildo that was still being brandished like an instrument of power. Unexpectedly she felt a pang of jealousy that this woman had taken her friend, Cindy. The woman had guided her, almost pushed her into taking Brandi, saying it would serve as a way of reinforcing domination over the girl. It seemed to have worked well for Brandi now looked utterly passive.

Jude was bringing them another drink which the two on the floor readily supped. Teresa remembered the helpless guy in the bar and became alert. Jude had been right. Fucking the two girls had proven their dominance leaving the two of them sprawled on the floor at their feet. A nasty thought crossed her mind which she dare not dismiss. She felt uneasy, after all it could be a nasty world and Teresa was fully aware of the fact.

***

Jude looked at Teresa who couldn't take her eyes off the girl at her feet. She looked pleased with herself for having subjugated the young girl. It was an over estimation of her ability for clearly the girl had already been broken in as a pleasantly obedient girly, maybe even reduced to a slave girl. 

The other one, Cindy, she had pushed into a temporary submission but it would need more work to have the dumb girl shaped exactly as required. She had been easily subdued from having been bullied by Teresa for so long. A bully and a dominant mistress were entirely different things, as all three of them would find out soon enough.

She examined the three of them reassessing their ages to realize they were all just about the same age, around nineteen maybe just under. She licked her lips at the thought of it. Three attractive young nubile women at her feet, ready to satisfy her needs. A broad grin creased her face lightening the features taking a few years from the forty-five naturally lining her face. 

Brandi and Cindy were hers so all it needed was to subdue and dominate the last one to have them all in the bag. Jude handed each of them a drink gleefully watching them slurp at the liquid for they were very dry after the hard fucking session.

The alcohol would be enough for the two still slumped on the floor whereas something a little extra was required for Teresa. Jude shared a conspiratorial wink with Teresa and clinked glasses as though they were equals. Jude tossed her head swigging the cocktail back in a show of bravado.

It had worked. The girl's glass was empty too and her face had paled. It would probably redden soon until she felt dizzy bringing a light shade of green to her face. After that she would be pliable enough to be guided to the car without too much trouble. Once was strapped in the other two would follow like sheep.

Jude thought for a moment about home. Somewhere in the basement was a dog cage that would do for Teresa until she too had been worked on and subdued. Seeing their friend in it would effectively subdue the other two as well. Cindy would need restraints just in case she kicked off over her friend being mistreated. 

Teresa would need whipping into shape, not to mention flogging, spanking and fucking vigorously with a dildo. Jude smiled at Teresa again sharing a conspiratorial wink. The thought of having this wild bitch tamed enough to suck her crotch at a flick of her fingers kept bringing a shine to her face. The shine on that bitch's face would be from the crotch juice rubbed all over it as she licked and sucked between her legs. 

Brandi seemed well trained resulting in a better attitude from when they first met. The aim would be to get the other two as well trained as her but a weekend wouldn't be enough. Jude wondered who she would have to phone to explain why they were missing. Would it be work or college? Winning a holiday might do as an excuse why each of them was away from home and college.

***

Teresa watched the butch woman down the drink in one at the same time tipping hers over her shoulder down the back of the sofa. Jude looked so confident Teresa was burning white with rage. If she hadn't seen the woman add something to the drink the devious bitch would have won and even now the result was still undecided. 

As soon as she saw in the mirror that slight of hand it confirmed the nagging fear. Jude was planning what that guy had done in the bar. He had dominated the wife and led her away on a leash with the helpless husband following. It was up to her to protect the two girls who were going to follow whoever won this test of wills. If Jude subdued her they would just helplessly follow Jude.

The idea of being her pet girly was despicable. Losing her friend or even Brandi to her was bad enough. If the stories she had heard about this club were half true then it was possible for Jude to control even her. That guy in the bar had humiliated and squashed the woman's resistance so in here or away somewhere, Jude might be able to do the same to her. 

Jude walked over to Teresa with a smile and pulled her up into a tight embrace. "Let's dance," she whispered in her ear. 

Teresa didn't like the soft jazz playing in the background, didn't like dancing with a woman and didn't like this particular woman. In surprise she limply stood and let Jude lead. Perhaps the previous drink had been spiked too for she lacked the will to break free. She told herself she was bidding her time, just waiting to see what Jude's plan was.

The horrible woman was stroking her hair and pressing her ass like a guy would, to push her against his penis, only the bitch didn't have one. Teresa took a deep sharp breath as the dildo slapped her crotch. She forgot the woman still wore it and guessed she had moved her hips to re-position it. 

It was terrible feeling the courage shrinking away into a shell where it cowered from the enormity of this outrage. Her legs became weak from the knowledge of what was going to happen but she jut couldn't summon up the courage to fight back. 

This old butch woman was so experienced she was subduing her with an overpowering will. The thought of being subdued and taken with that dildo was frightening. She knew what could be accomplished from years of bullying Cindy but this woman was obviously far more experienced. She had to do something but it was mind numbing, the outrageousness of it, the three of them becoming this woman's playthings.

They were just dancing. The swaying of their bodies added to the seeming harmlessness of the situation, while whispering in her ear, lulling her senses until her mind gave up to the woman. Jude was kissing her face and she couldn't stop her. Jude had won! Like a snake charmer she lulled Teresa into submitting. 

With a racing heart from the victory over this young girl she lifted her hips for the large dildo to poke Teresa intimately. Its large bulbous head pushed at her lips. The pretence of dancing had been given up as Jude manoeuvred the big double ended strap-on between Teresa's legs. Once she had penetrated her body and taken her the girl would be hers. Once Teresa had been subdued she had all three.

Teresa felt the big thing touch her and shivered in fright. It was no good fighting it the woman had her in a tight embrace. She didn't want to shout and scream or make a scene. It would be so much easier to just give in. After all, she had taken Brandi with a double ended one so how different was this? What was the difference when they were the same either end.

Teresa knew it was different. She was on the receiving end being made into Jude's slut. She didn't want that but it looked as though it was going to happen. It was too late to stop her now for all the old woman had to do was thrust into her sopping wet pussy. It would only be for a few minutes then it would be all over and they could go. She would take her two friends' home where it would be safe. 

The image of that man taking a woman and her husband into a private room flashed into her mind. Jude wouldn't let her leave! Teresa at last realised this wasn't meant to be a brief moment of humiliation for Jude intended to subdue her, like those two on the floor, and she would be the one being taken home. 

"Come on my pet, keep still, you know you want it. You're going to be my sweet little pet girly," Jude whispered into Teresa's ear, while stroking her hair.

Of course that was Jude's intention! Subdue her and the two slaves would follow. Jude would have three girls at her feet to play with, and there would be little chance of being let go. Jude would keep them like pets in a cage. The thought of being this woman's little pet gyrl appalled Teresa, so much it shocked her out of the mesmerising fog. 

Teresa pushed at the woman's shoulders, not shoving hard, just enough to dislodge the grip. 



One hand gripped the girl's hair tight. The other went down to the dildo to guide it in but the stupid girl managed to squirm away. Jude let go of the dildo, pulled up her head, and slapped the upturned face. "There's more than one way to subdue a disobedient pet gyrl!" Jude snarled.

Teresa's eyes widened manically with the whites showing brightly. The slap brought her round and brought back the worst of a vindictive brutal passion to a tormented personality. As though in fear and pain she reeled back her head, mimicking Jude downing the drink earlier. The head snapped forward aimed at the woman's nose. 

In time Jude read the rage on her face and leaning back, pushing the girl with both hands to avoid the telegraphed blow.

The head weapon skimmed the nose, dislocating cartilage rather than smashing it. Moving down and forward Teresa's forehead smashed into Jude's jaw, still thrust out after exclaiming the one word, "Bitch!" The blow was not as heavy as it might have been so dislocated rather than broke it.

Teresa blinked her eyes as though coming too after a nightmare. On seeing Jude on the floor nursing her jaw, wiping at the blood pouring from her nose, she gave the woman a kick. Although satisfying she hurt a little toe on a rib. It was nothing compared to the facial blow but Jude cringed anyway leaving Teresa feeling powerful.

Teresa bent low and slapped the dildo and was glad to see the woman flinch. She looked around the room wondering where Jude had found the damn toy things. Eventually she found a cupboard stuffed with adult toys but it was more difficult finding a bag to pack the goodies into. She clipped a collar and leash to the two passive girls necks and led them back to her car.

***

"Oh! Teresa that was terrible!" Cindy complained. They were in Teresa's house where Cindy was fixing a snack for the three of them. 

"You seemed to enjoy it, in fact I know you did from what I heard you say," Teresa told her. Cindy looked ashamed and avoided looking at her friend. "You don't want anyone knowing your sordid little secret so you can serve me, instead of your lesbian lover," Teresa chided her. She watched her friend almost cowering in shame at the thought of others finding out. 

It wasn't just that she had allowed a woman to fuck her with a large double ended strap on dildo, but she had enjoyed it. "Yes, Teresa, whatever you say," she murmured. The usual words used to get her friend off her back held a whole new meaning. She had just agreed to serve her and was wondering what that meant exactly.

They had eaten and all three were laying naked on the King size bed in the master bedroom. 'Master Bedroom, Teresa contemplated, 'So very appropriate'. She cuddled her friend who had become weepy with tiredness after such a trying experience. She thought it was over dramatic but perhaps Cindy was more fragile than she thought.

"There, there Cindy doll, I'll look after you. I sorted the nasty woman out for my little pet didn't I?" Teresa said. The solace was dished out with honey laden tones, over sweetened, but it seemed just what Cindy wanted.

"Thank you so much Teresa, you saved me, she was going to take me away, I might not have seen you ever again," she said, close to a whimper, for she too was playing it up.

"If I'm to look after you and keep you safe you had better call me mistress," Teresa said casually. She pulled her friends face into her breast. 

"Yes, Mistress, thank you mistress," Cindy said, in humble tones. She was pleased to have the attention and would submit to anything to keep her friend in a good mood.

"Slave slut!" Teresa said in a big commanding voice.

Cindy cowered for a moment before realising it wasn't her being addressed. 

"As for you slut, you can stop sucking my toes," Teresa told Brandi. 

"Thank you Mistress," Brandi croaked. 

"You can give us a massage, both of us," Teresa demanded. 

The friends were turned on their sides facing each other with Cindy lower down the bed. Her face was buried in Teresa's breasts where Teresa held on to her.

Brandi started with their feet as that is where she had spent the last half hour, sucking Teresa's toes and licking her feet. With a feather touch she moved up both girls legs hardly touching, skimming over the fine down on their legs, continuing up their thighs.

"Use your tongue slave," Teresa demanded.

Brandi heaved a sigh. It wasn't as bad as licking her feet but the prospect of spending her weekend like this was awful. She knew Teresa could be a bitch but didn't think she was butch. She had the feeling that nasty woman had given her an idea of how to dominate them and control was what Teresa really wanted. Teresa had it in her head that using sex and pain and dominance would gain mastery over them. So it looked like being a long painful weekend.

Her hands ran gently over both bottoms. She was kneeling at their feet stretching up both bodies with her breasts joining in the massage. Brandi had accidently rubbed her breasts up Teresa's legs while stretching over her and the tingle of contact instantly hardened both nipples. 

They seemed to jump out of the light brown circles surrounding them as though triggered by the touch. Unable to resist the tingling sensations she purposely rubbed them over both girls' thighs. Her hands reached up but she hesitated to rub between their cheeks. 

Teresa pushed Brandi's hand between Cindy's thighs without saying anything, leaving it to her to workout the obvious. One hand between Cindy's cheeks rubbed down over her crotch, up over her pubis, massaging wet lips on the way. The other hand mirrored the action over Teresa's pussy and asshole. 

Both women groaned but different sounds at different moments. Brandi heard Teresa mumble something when fingers rubbed her clit on the journey from belly to back bone. Cindy moaned too but louder when wet fingers squished against her asshole. It was all surprising and enlightening but Brandi couldn't think how it might help her escape this dire situation.

Would Kevin rescue her from these bitches before school on Monday or would they drag her into class as their pet bitch. She thought Teresa might just have enough spitefulness to do just that. She would take great pleasure in parading her around on a leash like a trophy gyrl, telling everyone Brandi was just a dumb bitch after all.

There were a couple of girls on campus who made a point of being owned by a guy and she suspected there were others, less public about it. Certainly there were girls in a particular fraternity who subjected themselves to domination by butch girls. 

She had seen it and wondered how they could possibly do such a thing. Since being launched into the scene she had learnt how easily it can happen, whether enjoyed or not. After being in the dungeon she could endure anything and had learnt to take pleasure even from torture rather than go under and drowned in it. It was a dreadful thought knowing she was now susceptible to learning to endure, even enjoy, anything however repugnant or wicked.

Without thinking she had started kissing their thighs. The two girls had separated so she was between the two pair of legs kissing inner thighs. Teresa pushed her head higher into Cindy's pussy where she found it hot, wet and open. The smell of female sex was powerful but she had become used to it. 

In resignation she lapped at the girls juices then dived in. Searching with her tongue she found the right spot for she felt the twitch of her pussy and a spasm in both legs. She reached over between Teresa's legs not feeling the tense reaction. 

Teresa was about to bat the hand away in disgust but after watching this wretched slave slut lick out her friend she was hot enough to relent. It was nice and if she closed her eyes imagined it was a young man from class. 

Teresa's hips squirmed around the fingers wanting it to last yet needing to cum. Her thighs involuntarily clenched and danced to the devilish dance over and in her pussy. She didn't see Cindy buck her hips in one final surge from a long lasting orgasm. She did feel the wet face at her crotch and the finger up her asshole. 

Brandi had finished her task of bring Cindy an orgasm. It had taken so long her tongue ached to the root muscle as though she would never be able to pull it back into her mouth. So brow beaten into being a dutiful slave she immediately moved over to lay between her mistresses legs. 

Teresa had opened her legs wide for the fingers to reach in better. Now she had a tongue, not so far in, but marvellously exploring and licking and a pair of lips sucking and teeth nipping at her bits. She shook her head from side to side as though trying to shake off a madness threatening to overwhelm her. 

Teresa had endured a half hour of finger work keeping her on the edge of an orgasm, then a more serious working over by an accomplished artisan using her face. Brandi was using her nose, tongue, teeth, lips and fingers in both pussy and asshole, to rub, stroke, nip, lick and caress. Teresa was going mad with intense sensations bombarding her mind. Her body bent almost double, bent in the middle, arching her back as though she had become a flexi-girl.

A silent scream was shouted from a wide open mouth. The rush of air the only sound emitted between tightened lips. She whimpered and collapsed almost unconscious from a deeply gratifying orgasm. 

"If only the class could see us now," Teresa whispered.

Brandi rolled up in a ball holding herself tight with the same thought in her head only it didn't make her laugh it made her cry with humiliation. The two friends were falling off to sleep and Brandi too was exhausted. Her collar was fastened to a leg of the bed so she quietly slipped onto the floor as she didn't want to fall in the night and strangle herself. 




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 09



With the extra slack in the leash she fiddled with it only to find there were locks on both ends of it. She was going to have to endure a night on the floor at the feet of her tormentors. Thinking it was going to be a long night, instead, her eyes closed and she immediately fell fast asleep. 

***

Teresa was up early eager to play with her new toys, Cindy and Brandi. They were all quickly breakfasted and dressed. Brandi wasn't too embarrassed over the crop top and short skirt as it was far better then the outfit worn last night. Teresa drove them both to a mall keeping from them both what she intended buying. 

The three young women walked through the mall into a pet shop. Cindy had no idea why but Brandi had a nasty feeling about it. Teresa was talking to an assistant about a dog cage and Brandi was afraid other customers would find out the collar and cage was for her. 

"Our Labrador is about your size, lets see if the cage is big enough Brandi," Teresa suggested. 

Brandi looked at her mistress knowing she won't let her get away from this embarrassing situation. If she made a fuss the young guys would see what was happening and guess what she is up to when mistress forced her to accept the humiliation.

Brandi quickly got on hands and knees to back into the little plastic dog kennel. Brandi was crouching looking out through the wire mesh door with a miserable, even pathetic, look on her face from the indignity. The assistant helping them looked amused at her position. 

"Yes that's big enough, I'll take it," Teresa agreed and went off to pay. She took Cindy with her to choose a collar. 

The guys who she had seen across the store were very close for she could hear their voices. She felt a hand on the cage and inwardly groaned. About to say something to startle them, or see them off, or even attract Teresa's attention, she froze in fear. That was her nephew's voice, Van. 

What was he doing here? She dropped her head hoping to cover her face in long hair. 

"Hey guys look in here," one of them said. 

"It's a pet girl," another said.

"An Asian girl," Van pointed out. 

He was looking directly into the cage. She hoped he wouldn't recognise her with long black hair covering her face. The cage was lifted off the floor to be plonked onto a pile of dog food bags. A voice behind her piped up. 

"Nice view from here guys," the voice said with a leer to it.

Brandi pushed back slightly to feel the wire cage of the back door confirming it was double ended. She confirmed what had been suspected too. The skirt was pulled up around her waist, when backing in, to reveal her panties. Thankfully she wore a pair of sensible white ones rather than a thong.

Still, it was her cousin who was taking in the close up view of her panty clad crotch. From what had been experienced over the last few weeks she was almost always in a state of arousal, so the crotch was as usual damp to wet. It was so very humiliating to feel the wet crotch knowing she had become a slut slave, stimulated by almost anything, to become wet and open to almost anything. 

"The four of us could lift the cage. It would be easy to walk it out of here. Take it back to the clubhouse," he said, leaving the rest to their imagination.

Brandi cringed in the small cage more fearful over being found out by her cousin than being spirited away. These guys must be eighteen too like him, from the same expensive school. They wouldn't miss treat her badly but being found out by her cousin would bring all sorts of trouble. Every time they met at family functions it would be embarrassing at the least. 

He might even blackmail her! To conceal such a revelation she would do anything he asked. At family parties he could summon her to a restroom or at other times a text would have her running to him. She imagined going down on her knees to service him whenever he clicked his fingers. She would become his sex slave, perpetually humbled to become his self-effacing Asian girl.

What if the cage were stolen from them? She imagined a rough gang stealing the cage while on the way to their club house. A street gang would know how to treat a gang girl. They would just open the back door and take her pussy and asshole. When they thought about it they would open the front door to feed her or fuck her face. They would keep her in the cage forever until she set like it unable to get out eve given the opportunity. 

Her panties were soaked and in the close confines of the little cage the smell of her sex was overwhelming. 

"It's a smelly slut, ready for it though," one of them said. 

They were undecided what to do. They wanted to cart her off but the institutional rules were too well ingrained for them to override them. Before they could agree on what to do Teresa was marching back to claim her. 

They borrowed a trolley to wheel the cage back to the car not bothering to release their pet. Teresa made it a joke with Cindy and the sales assistant wasn't going to object. He took a good look at her rear end as he followed them to hold open the door. 

Brandi was still in the cage being wheeled through the mall. People could see her in there and thought it was a joke. They pointed and made lewd remarks about her, for the little skirt was still ridden up from when she had backed into it. Through the bars of the back door her panties were on display to all and sundry. 

A bunch of guys stopped to taunt them. "How much for the little pet in a cage?" one of them asked.

Brandi felt so small and insignificant from being locked in a cage meant for a pet bitch, but it was worse on feeling her pussy being stoked up. The nightmare thoughts, about a rough gang kidnapping her, seemed to be coming true. Brandi groaned on hearing Teresa mention a figure, as though she really was for sale. 

"That's too much, what about we just buy the back end!" the lout laughed. His buddies chortled at his crude joke. 

"Maybe, how much are you offering?" Teresa asked.

Damn the bitch, she was making Brandi breath heavily in fear, or was it an inner heat. A couple of security men turned the corner and took an interest in the group of guys. They wandered off with security following. Teresa leaned over to throw a cloth over the cage. 

"You might be a good little money spinner slave gyrl," Teresa told her. The nasty grin wasn't encouraging. She imagined the guys lining up at the back door of the cage. She could feel herself becoming stoked up and tried to think of something else.

"Take the slut back home, I've an idea. Can you manage with the cage?" Teresa asked her friend.

"Sure," Cindy answered. Cindy watched Teresa walk away, jubilant to be left in charge of the stupid little caged gyrl. 

Brandi watched from under the corner of the cloth, hearing Teresa's trainers squeal on the polished tiles. She was happy to see the bullying bitch leave. 

Cindy pushed the trolley toward the exit. In that desolate corridor only one store remained though the display window gave no clue as to its contents. Cindy knew. She hesitated outside, looking round to make sure Teresa was out of sight, wondering if she dare enter. Cindy wanted something to humiliating to adorn their pet gyrl or a toy to torture her with. Whatever it was would really be a present for Teresa for she needed to keep in her good books.

Brandi was still hoping for rescue. She had been forced to capitulate to these two harridans but was waiting for the chance to escape. Without Teresa's influence maybe she could make Cindy let her go. 

It was no good she had been told to take the gyrl back to the car and she was afraid of entering such a heavy BDSM store. The items she knew were in there would be perfect to exact revenge upon Brandi but she couldn't raise the courage to enter.

Brandi could only just see out of a corner of the cage under a cloth thrown over it, but that was enough. A gang of young guys were heading toward the exit, toward them. In this out of the way place they would be sure to hassle Cindy and she didn't have the guts to stand up to them like Teresa. They would be sure to find her in the little cage all squished up with her ass pressing against the back door. 

If they opened that back door she still wouldn't be able to get out, especially having been cramped up in it for so long. They would be able to see her pussy and so what would stop them taking it? Brandi shivered in fear for her ass would be available to them too! 

Facing her cousin at family gatherings would be bad enough knowing he had seen her in a cage in a pet shop. It could be tolerated for he still didn't know it had been her. It could have been the most humiliating day of her life if he had watched his friends taking her, or maybe he might even fuck her not knowing who it was. Her family were senior and more respected than his but that would be become dust if he was to find her out. 

What would it be like meeting him when he knew she had been reduced to a mere fuck pet in a cage? He would have an intolerable hold over her. Would he want her for sex or would he be too disgusted to take advantage. If he didn't want her for himself he might give her to his friends to gain influence with them. 

It stoked her up thinking about his young friends using her, all those virile young cocks taking her, filling her with cum. Her cousin was only eighteen, so being his whore slave would be a perverse and painful dishonour. To keep this secret from her parents she would have to perform whatever they wanted, however depraved.

As the group approached she saw it wasn't him but a group of Goths. Even the girls had multiple piercings. "Oh shit!" Brandi exhaled in fright. If they took the cage away from Cindy she would be in danger. They could easily pierce her pussy and face without permission as she couldn't do a damn thing about it stuck tight in the cage.

Cindy became aware of their approach and took one look to find fear of them outweighed the fear of entering the store. The door gave way to a shove of the trolley for the two of them to enter a different world. In case this was where the Goths had been heading Cindy hurried up to the counter. 

Brandi hardly knew where she was for her imagination was having her pussy-lips multi-pierced for a chastity padlock. A tattoo above her pussy said – 'fuck hole'. The pure red hot heat from her pussy almost steamed from the bars of the little cage. Brandi was delirious with sexual tension.

"Welcome!" the assistant said, sounding bored. Taking a closer look at the little cage perched upon the trolley she suddenly perked up. "What have you here? Nice! Your pet looks cute," Janet smiled. She looked over the unusual couple seeing all wasn't as it should be.

Brandi cringed at such a demeaning reference. She peered from behind the grill of the door to discover they were in a BDSM outfitter. Even in here she would rather be out of the cage for she was cramped up expecting to feel the pain of confinement. The big strong forbidding woman hefted the cage up onto the counter. She wore a black leather corset with a whip tucked into a leather belt.

"You have a neat little pet here. You don't look like a mistress though," Janet challenged Cindy. While talking she was poking her fingers through the grill teasing Brandi. 

It was humiliating being talked about as though she were nothing more than an animal in a cage and even more so having fingers lifting her lips, examining her teeth. The disgrace stepped up a notch on smelling her sex so strongly in the confines of the cage. Brandi was mortified on becoming aware of her pussy was dripping wet. 

She stiffened on feeling fingers of the other hand behind her pushing through the grill of the back door. The formidable woman was pushing at her sex and asshole with long fingernails. The woman peered into the barred door with a smiling face watching Brandi squirm. Cindy was looking down at the floor not knowing what was going on behind the cage. 

"So you're not the pet's mistress!" Janet stated. "You're mistress told you to take it home and you decided to make a detour," she said sternly.

"Such bad behaviour needs to be punished and I'm just the person to deliver it. Bend over the counter, you naughty girl," Janet ordered. 

Brandi saw Cindy reluctantly do as she was told, with a helping hand pushing her down. The woman ripped her knickers off and slapped her ass. Brandi was so happy to see one of her tormentors chastised she nearly laughed out loud. The woman slapped her several times then firmly ordered her to stay exactly where she was.

Reaching over the counter the woman brought out a paddle and snapped it across Cindy's bare bottom. "Yes mistress, thank you mistress," Cindy wailed. 

"Are you going to do as your told young lady?" Janet asked.

"Yes mistress, anything you say mistress," Cindy replied with a repentant tone restricting her voice to a throaty rasp. She sobbed a couple of deep breaths and slumped prone over the counter.

"Now you're settled, lets look at this poor thing all scrunched up in her little cage," Janet said with a condescending tone. She found a key and opened the simple lock on the cage door. With a pair of muscular arms she pulled Brandi out of the cage on to the counter. Stiff from being tightly confined Brandi couldn't move. The woman stroked her hair and limbs telling her what a lovely pet bitch she was. 

When Cindy tried to straighten up Janet leaned over and whacked her bottom again with the paddle. "Stay where you are, don't move!" she warned. 

Brandi was glad to be free of the damn cage but felt exposed squatting on the counter of a store where anyone might walk in. She was helpless too from having her limbs so tightly folded up under her, they just wouldn't move. With her ass sticking up as though inviting trouble it was just too vulnerable a position to be in, especially as the woman was so free with a paddle. 

Brandi heard a snap of metal on metal and opened her eyes to see a pair of cuffs locked tight upon her wrists. Before she could say anything she felt the same at her ankles. She still couldn't move her aching limbs but felt and heard the clink of links in a chain. Several chains! 

The large hands continued to massage her limbs but they more or less concentrated on her breasts and between her legs. She had learnt from Thomas to associate pain with pleasure so the ache in her limbs together with the massage was turning her on. Or, was it just the expert manipulation of her body by those long fingered hands?

The woman had almost rubbed her panties away. They had been rubbed between her cheeks and away from her crotch. Brandi was getting used to having a woman excite her but here on the counter of a store, it was unimaginably humiliating. If a customer came in now she would die of shame. 

The woman picked her up in a pair of big powerful arms as though she were a child. She unrolled Brandi, who whimpered from pain, her muscles still so stiff from confinement. The woman half walked half dragged her like a doll across the store. She was held up in front of a mirror being shown the new adornments to her body. 

'It's a Sirik. Slave chains to you, nice, eh?' Janet asked, not expecting an answer. Brandi watched distantly the image in the mirror, as though it were someone else, without protest, while her clothes were cut away. Not that there was much of them covering her body. Just a small t-shirt, micro mini skirt and what was left of her panties. 

She now stood naked before a mirror in a store made helpless in slave chains. If it had been her master arranging this she might have accepted it but a complete stranger had put her into this damnable position. It was obvious she couldn't run away in the tight clasping chains, even if she had the courage to run outside naked into the mall, and she couldn't get far without money. 

She was trapped by this formidable woman, who was obviously an experienced mistress. She had recognised Cindy as a sub and of course Brandi was a pet in a cage, as far as the woman was concerned. With Cindy subdued the woman had them both just where she wanted them. She would soon have the two young women as obedient slaves, ready to do her bidding. 

Brandi was in chains and she just looked on as Cindy too had cuffs snapped tight over wrists and ankles. She suppressed a sob on realising this stranger had stolen her from Mistress Teresa. Her shoulders shook with each silent sob. Despite wanting to escape Teresa she didn't want yet another mistress, a complete stranger, to take possession of her.

She was thinking of herself as a slave, an object that could be stolen rather than kidnapped. She knew it and felt absolutely devastated at the thought for it meant that was how she would react to this woman - she would be an object owned by the woman as though purchased in this store, like one of the sex toys or a sex doll. 

Brandi hated the idea of having nothing to do, of being a submissive slave, with no ambition except to wait upon a mistress. She pulled on the chains feeling how tight and secure they were. These weren't for show; they confirmed her lowly status as a slave.

If she hadn't already been trained and conditioned into being an obedient slave it wouldn't have been so bad, but Brandi knew with dread that she wouldn't try to escape. She knew too from experience how she would behave under this experienced mistress. Thomas had programmed her to habitually learn a master or mistress's desires so she would be this woman's absolute slave, unable to avoid obeying her every whim. 

Would the woman ever let such a pleasing slave go or would she keep her forever as a pet bitch on a leash. It was devastatingly humiliating to know she had lost the will to fight for freedom from this experienced mistress. This woman seemed to be strict and enjoyed giving a spanking too! Brandi looked around at all the BDSM toys and equipment in the store and shivered. She was in trouble again!

***

"Please mistress, I need to get back to my friend," Cindy spoke quietly and apologetically. She was almost simpering, not wanting another thrashing. 

"You're a naughty girl and can't be trusted so I'll decide when you leave and what you do in the mean time. Come with me," Janet demanded.

After experiencing Teresa's bad moods for so many years she could at least put up with this until closing time. With a sigh she gave in to stand before the imposing woman. She had the good sense to look down in submission even though she was untrained. In any case she had been belittled by the spanking and felt exposed from wearing no panties. 

The woman clipped a bright red ball gag around her neck. As she opened her mouth to complain Janet took a hold of her ear, leading Cindy to the back of the store where a pile of items awaited her. Again she made the mistake of opening her mouth to whine but this time the gag was shoved in. Cindy choked, but instinctively learnt to cope with it. Janet pulled her arms up pushing both wrists into a hoop dangling from the ceiling. 

Cindy's lack of experience let her down again as she shouted incoherently while struggling ineffectively. An experienced slave would know better than to struggle, in case she was lifted up onto her toes as a punishment. On seeing a large pair of scissors Cindy quietened, probably from thinking what might happen to her long golden hair. 

The rasp of scissors struggling through one layer of clothing at a time abated with the young girl standing naked. A Sirik was fitted and the chains pulled tight. Janet returned from a cabinet with some expensive jewellery though the young girls couldn't see what it was. Brandi hoped it wasn't large loop earrings or piercing bars.

Brandi saw the woman lift the loop of bright metal toward Cindy and gasped. As much as she hated the bitch Brandi wanted to shout a warning. She opened her mouth but couldn't bring herself to even whisper the slightest sound. It would do no good as Cindy was trapped by her wrists. Perhaps if she knew what was being done to her she might have resisted, even dared to run outside naked. 




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 09



A collar was slipped around Cindy's neck making her jump when it snapped loudly closed. Her wrists were eased out of the loop of rope to be dragged to where Brandi stood waiting. Cindy was relieved with the pain in her arms receding, unaware of the dire entanglement before her. She didn't bother to look at Brandi for she was withdrawing into herself, away from the harsh realities of the BDSM store. A chain was pulled from the ceiling and clipped to the collar.

Brandi took a good look at the collar around Cindy's neck confirming what it was and closed her eyes tight. This answered the fearful question of whether this woman intended to keep them for long or let them go at closing time. The collar was a tube of titanium with a devious ratchet catch inside. Once pushed closed the teeth won't pull apart, ever. 

With a fearful dread she watched the woman turn to her with the despicable emblem of slavery. The slave collar was permanent, forever reminding a slave of their lowly insignificant life. For every minute of every day it would reinforce the lowly social status imposed upon her. The subtle effect would work away at the soul until it was worn down into complete submission. 

Both young women stood apathetically under a chain clipped to their collar. Among the devices and clothing they might not be noticed. Brandi was cowed thinking of what this must mean. Cindy was drifting off unable to face being kept against her will, not understanding what was happening. 

"I can trust you not to speak, can't I little pet gyrl?" Janet asked Brandi.

"Yes mistress," Brandi said, sincerely meaning it. 

"You're a good girl, you know your place. You must tell me later who trained you so well," Janet smiled. 

Brandi quavered inside with a warm feeling lighting mood and her eyes. It was bliss pleasing her mistress so. Every time someone came toward the back of the store Brandi looked up hoping it was her mistress needing her for something, anything at all. Cindy moaned into the gag then shook away the spit dripping in a long chain from it. 

Brandi grimaced. The young girl was in a mess, not just physically. She was so unprepared for this it had her in bits. Through racks of clothing Brandi saw a young man browsing the shelves. A vague recollection began to form until he was recognised as someone from another class at college. The last thing wanted was for someone to recognise them, strung up naked in a store like some sex dolls ready to purchase.

Her nose itched but in the tight Sirik it was unreachable. A sneeze threatened to sound out loud attracting attention. Wriggling her nose helped suppress it but he was still too close. She couldn't remember his name, probably only seen him once so maybe the chances of him recognising them was remote. She sneezed loudly fortunately not over her naked body. Looking up through a gap in the clothing racks not seeing him, hoping he had gone.

When Cindy moaned into the gag she felt sorry for her so decided to try escaping. It would be embarrassing but they needed his help. She had been seen naked before so what did one more time matter. The guy nonchalantly walked into view pretending nothing was out of the ordinary. Two eighteen year old girls naked in a store was unusual enough but they were trussed up like party gifts. 

Perhaps he was a regular visitor to the store and these chains wee often used, but the way he stole glances at them confirmed he wasn't. As soon as Cindy saw him she cried out to attract his attention. 

"You OK?" he asked her.

She shook her head in frustration. "Keep quiet or mistress will be onto you," Brandi hissed at her. Cindy stiffened and took the advice to heart. "Can you pass a message for me," Brandi asked, as if he wouldn't climb a mountain for her, though he did look a little stressed. 

It was unusual and he looked around furtively as though it might be some trick unseen perpetrators might be playing. He had already worked out it wasn't April the first or Halloween.

"Sure you're OK?" he asked again, while finding it difficult to think clearly.

"Give a message to Kevin, in college. I'm fine and you?" she asked, as through they had just met in the college library. 

He studiously avoided looking at her breasts or further down. He looked in her eyes but dropped a glance to her neck before recovering. "Nice necklace," he commented.

"It's a collar, slave collar, we've been collared, as slaves," she stammered. 

"Oh!" he said softly, not knowing what to make of it or say. "That's nice!" he said, trying to be matter of fact about it, feigning understanding so as not to offend. 

Brandi was trying to form a message, what could she say to Kevin that could be relayed to him by this sweet guy. She needed to shout, 'Help, save me!' but that seemed so dramatic yet so very real. "Could you tell him," she began, but hesitated on hearing a click of high heel boots on the hardwood floor. The sound of customers chatting had stopped too. 

Brandi took a couple of deep breaths to calm down. 

"Well this is cosy. Can I help you or are you happy helping yourself?" Janet asked, while meaningfully looking between the naked girls and the young guy. 

He stammered something but began again. "I want one of these for someone but I'm not sure of size," he said. The small thing was gripped between a finger and thumb as though unclean, something he regretted picking up. 

"For a boyfriend or girlfriend," she asked.

He jumped in with a reply, "Girlfriend!"

"Like most men you think it's a surprise so couldn't ask the vital questions that would give you a chance of getting it right. Shopping for bra's too many men stare at my breasts attempting to compare them with absent wives and girlfriends. It seems to them like a good excuse, slightly bigger or smaller or a different shape, they say, with a mystified look on their faces. It's all very simple, just ask exactly what they want and they will tell you," she complained in mocking tones. 

"Is she a virgin, asshole I mean," Janet asked, with a sigh and rolling her eyes. 

He looked from one to another of the three women expecting one of them to attack any moment. Like a startled rabbit he eyes were drawn to the most demanding antagonist, Janet. 

"You don't know and are too afraid to ask, sorry, to polite to ask, or is it going to be a surprise. I'm sure it would be a surprise for anyone to get into bed and have something shoved up your asshole. Well, save us from experimentalists. I guess we had better teach you the ropes or we might have a complaint from casualty over the weekend," she smiled cruelly.

The young guy looked ready to run but stood his ground admirably. 

"Grab that chain. Like this pull it gently and steadily," Janet told him. She was behind Cindy and he was behind Brandi manoeuvring the chains that held her in place. 

One of the chains above her loosened while another below her tightened up. Inescapably she was bent over with a chain at her waist made sure she held herself up. Cindy too was bent over, ass up. 

"Now come here, stand between them," Janet told him. She scraped some grease onto a little finger and took a hold of the digit. She ran his finger around Cindy's brown puckered hole. "Don't be afraid, once covered with this stuff, gently push," she guided him and his finger disappeared up to the first knuckle into her asshole. 

"Relax doll, we don't want it to hurt. You don't want a spanking do you and you're so very tempting like this," she warned. She guided his little finger right in to a more open hole. Every once and awhile he felt it flex, gripping his finger.

"Now you try the other one," she watched him circle Brandi's little hole and was surprised to see it relax, slightly open. "Well, well, this one's no virgin. Go on try it with this," she told him, gripping a middle finger. 

They both watched his finger sink in up to the hilt. 

"Turn your hand up, that's it," she said.

He now had both young women in the palm of his hands. More precisely he had their bottoms against his palm with a finger in ass holes and the rest of his fingers stretching to feel their pussy lips. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to touch them down there but the thought felt crazy when he had a finger up their asses. 

Both young girls were stuck on his fingers unable to move away because of the chains holding them in place. He now had a large middle finger up Cindy's ass too so wiggled them both to see what happened. They moaned quietly and squirmed a little. When he combined this with thrusts over their bud with the tip of a finger they seemed to jump as though dancing puppets. 

He had a great big grin on his face playing one then the other then together, as though they were glove puppets. Cindy's muted groans were in contrast to Brandi's suppressed moans. She was well trained enough not to let go and attract attention from other customers. They were jerking around like dolls on strings as they became more heated and he learnt where to touch them for greater effect. 

The two poor things were being driven wild. Although naked they sweated freely and the smell of their sex was potent. Their juices were running over his fingers glistening on their thighs. Janet stopped a moment taking in the scene wondering which attitude to take. Always ready to tease, cajole, and encourage wanton behaviour she decided quickly to play along with the young man. It seemed the only thing to do for this was perhaps the highlight of his life. 

She walked into their range and took a deep breath. "Oh! My, what is that heady perfume, it seems so overwhelming," she stage whispered. A hand to her brow swept her hair back and with the other loosened a catch on the corset. It was already low-cut threatening to spill her breasts out. Set almost free the deep cleavage pushed dark nipples over the edge. Like little pets set free they seemed to peek out inquisitively. 

The young guy was stock still as though caught with his fingers in the till hoping not to be noticed. 

"The smell of their sex is so powerful I can't resist it. It's catching me, stirring me up, working on me like a spell," she said. Her hands worked over her body, fluttering over it like a melodramatic heroin in a monochrome movie. She slowly slumped on to her knees, saved by the leather knee high boots, ripping at the bodice. "I can't breathe, what you've done to them is making me so hot, I can't help it," she sighed, as her breasts finally broke free. 

Janet didn't pull too hard so it opened just enough to perch her impressive breasts on top rather than let them sag. On her knees before him, whimpering, he took in the sight of her breasts with eyes stretched wide open. "I don't want to but I can't help it. You have me trapped. Their pheromones are driving me crazy for an orgasm, please save me, let me cum," she pleaded. 

She looked up at him with pleading eyes and pouting lips, heaving her breasts. She just hoped he wasn't one of those clever sods from the university who knew all about pheromones to point out it was hogwash. 

She needn't worry for even if her were a professor of biology right then he couldn't out think a monkey. He didn't think to let go of the two girls or what she needed from him. It would have to be drawn in a diagram and spelled out in monosyllables as though the kid was deaf, dumb and blind. He was certainly ready to play a mean game of finger fucking. 

"Please make them cum so I can too," she moaned plaintively. "She knew he had twitched his fingers for the tow girls had jumped. Their breathing resumed in big lumpy snatches of air, gasps and thrilled outpourings. They started to dance again to his tune. His eyes didn't leave her breasts as she too joined in bouncing them to the rhythm. Their feet pattered on the floor denoting they were nearly there.

They were so close together perhaps there was something to the idea of synchronised orgasms, perhaps a woman could be set off by another if she was in the throws of a wild animalistic orgasm. Janet would have poured cold water on the idea and she should know, but that was something in the past. Right now she was enjoying another sort of game. 

"Please make them cum, let me cum master, I'll suck your cock down my throat master," she cried. Pressing her face into his crotch was safe enough for there was no way he would free a hand to take out his cock. Either it was a large one or they had so over stimulated him he was about to explode. Not with cum, just explode as in spontaneous combustion.

The too young girls shrieked out as tough in terrible pain. The front doors were locked but surely someone had heard that! Well, this was a sex shop so what did they expect. They bucked on his fingers stretching and contorting to get more of his fingers inside their cunts. He couldn't keep a finger up their asses and stretch his finger into their pussy's very far. Neither could he pull a finger out to reach further in for they clamped tight on the finger up their assholes. 

They seemed to be shivering, their bodies jiggling, breasts swaying beneath them, like some primitive fertility dance. They stopped very still breathing through tightly pursed lips. Their asses were still presented to him like offerings to the gods and he had a hold of them both. In front of him was a golden acolyte presenting her big breasts, pushing her face into his crotch nuzzling him like a high priestess sacrificing two virgins at an altar! 

Inevitably he too trembled with legs threatening to give way over an orgasm.

His orgasm was less dramatic than theirs. After all they had been worked upon last night and all day by one mistress after another. It was as though he didn't want to lose sight of anything going on around him, determined to take these images with him to the grave. Would this ever happen again? To anyone let alone him. He had just made three women orgasm! 

Janet had faked it but her two girls had made it. They were near or over nineteen but they looked rather worn now. Compared to her forty years they were still girls though she too was pretty trim. A vivacious attractiveness attracted all sorts of attention which she had learnt to deal with by flirting back or applying the skills of diplomacy. 

The look on the young guys face was worth the effort. They too had cum so all were satisfied. She could wait till later to enjoy a long drawn out pleasure. 

It might be gilding the lily but if you were going to do something then do it with good grace, was Janet's philosophy.

"Thank you master, I've never cum like that before," she breathed out on a long sigh. "I'll be your willing sex slave, if I'm worthy master," she exclaimed. Both arms were wrapped around his legs, more to keep him upright than demonstrate fealty, for he was swaying, ready to fall. 

She scrambled to her feet pushing her breasts in his face. "Oh! Dear! Look what I've done. You must excuse me, sir, you had me so carried away I didn't know what I was doing. I don't even remember undoing my top. I've heard of men like you, taking a woman to new heights of ecstasy. I've never heard of a man taking on three women," she giggled girlishly, putting a hand to her mouth in a coquettish move. 

She just couldn't help herself now she was in full swing. "It was simply amazing, sir," she said with gusto. Shaking her head, as though mystified over what happened; she eventually drew a breath and said. "Never in my life been so carried away. Well, bugger me," looking at his ever rising eyebrows and the huge smile on his face, his chest all puffed up with pride, she nearly broke down in laughter. 

"Oh! I'm sorry sir, I shouldn't have said such a naughty thing," again placing a hand over her mouth she giggled, pretending embarrassment. 

"What was that?" he asked, although he had been glued to every word of praise, he missed her meaning.

"I said, bugger me, its naughty and wrong, sir," she said, in a loud whisper. "Oh! No! I didn't meant to defy you master. I mean, if you, wanted, to, I could try," she stuttered. "I did promise to be your sex slave, so I guess, if you want me there I must submit to you. If you accept me, sir, I would try very hard to please you and well, it's a very big one, your cock, Sir! It would be difficult for me to take but I would try, I promise, sir," Janet blundered along, with as much sincere reluctance as she could muster. 

Seeing his cock rising to the challenge so soon paid tribute to her acting skills, which pleased her. Under the corset were numerous pairs of panties which would be almost impossible to fight through. After years of experience supporting a large pair of breasts with them almost on display, in a sex shop, she knew what to protect and what to flaunt. 

He hadn't said anything but she answered his thinking. "Very well master, it is my duty to obey," she turned round presenting her ass to him. By now he had retrieved his sticky fingers but he just stood there too weak to take advantage. The slight erection would take some time to mature and besides, he didn't feel right about revealing he had cum in his trousers. 

"Perhaps I should prepare myself for next time master," she asked. She looked over her shoulder at him with an innocent look upon her face.

"How's that," he managed to croak through a dry throat. 

She had to look away now in case a burst of laughter overtook her. "I will enlarge my asshole for my master with a butt plug. I promise to wear a larger one every day, ready for when my master wants his worthless sex slave," she said with forced enthusiasm. 

She had a man once but didn't like it. That didn't mean she didn't like them as people, she even had some as friends, though they could become tiresome. 

"Do, do you think I, I am worthy, master," she gushed and stuttered. "May I serve as your sex slave, please?" she implored him.

The young man had stood throughout the performance thoroughly mesmerised, hardly following the words even though she paused for him to try to think and catch up. Perhaps if he had been older and wiser he would have told her to quit teasing or if very wise, would have joined in. 

The woman had been mean and insulting, thinking to embarrass and outwit him, yet here she was grovelling at his feet. She was an attractive mature woman with a flourishing business and had been naturally sure of herself. Such a woman would of course treat a nineteen year old like a kid, yet now she was hesitant, stuttering and unsure of herself, seeking to please him. 

Just looking at those magnificent breasts was enough to have him on his knees to her but it had turned out the other way round. The tall voluptuous blonde was willing to give herself to him, to obey him like a slave. She had said it herself, pleaded with him to be allowed to be his sex slave, as though she were so insignificant it would be a privilege to serve him. 

He fell for it, hook line a sinker, so felt strong and powerful as though he had conquered these women with an extraordinary physical prowess. 

Although she was debasing herself with style it was still degrading and shameful. Perhaps he shouldn't condemn her altogether for she had started the strands of her own downfall by showing him how to identify a virgin asshole. 

With those two young women giving off such a potent stream of pheromones she had swooned, becoming intoxicated and overwhelmed. She had become so smitten she was prepared to abuse her body just for him. That voluptuous body was his for the taking and although reluctant she was preparing her asshole too. Would the opportunity ever present itself again, where a woman was ready to give him everything and do anything, to even become his sex slave?

He looked at the too young girls, almost his age, thinking it had been the scent of their sex that had subdued this woman. Could he use this secret again? The woman, he didn't even know her name, had rationalised it was his power as a man rather than face the truth of it. 




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 09



Janet watched him trying to make sense of what had happened. She had judged him right. He was an ass. He was a nice gentle donkey but nevertheless a stupid ass when it came to real life and real people. She had wanted to mother him in her own peculiar way. She walked him to the door. "I must go home to my husband now. He must never find out I am your sex slave, master, or he will kill me," she said, with a doleful look creasing her features.

He said little as she kept talking overwhelming him with ideas. He looked shocked over hearing she had a husband but it worked as a means of keeping him at bay. He was soon ushered out of the store on his way, unaware of where he was or where he was going. 

The mind re-ran the scene which became more incredible as he tried to re-capture every moment. It would last though, a very long time. The new feeling of confidence with women was also strong and permanent. 

Janet shoved the door shut with a flick of a hip and was at last able to laugh out loud. The young man wandered out of there a better person but it was the gullibility of men that always got to her. She just hoped he would be more confident and spend time learning to please the next woman he met. She was sick of women having to put up with a poor selfish performance from their partners. Too many came in the store looking for something to spice up a good marriage that was failing on the sex side. 

"Well, it's about time I got you home," she said. 

Cindy was relieved. It didn't matter if it were hers or Teresa's house just as long as it was away from this nightmare. It would be worth putting up with Teresa's bad mood when turning up there without Brandi. 

Brandi looked at Cindy, who was still in a state, looking as though she had fought her way through a rough orgy. It wasn't the time to tell her about the collar or that the woman meant her home, not theirs. 

Janet clipped a chain to both of their collars, linking them together, adding to the tinkling noise. Naked except for the Sirik chains the two young women were led out the back way, chained together like convicts, to Janet's car. It was dusk and there were few people about but just one was enough for Brandi. 

She hung her head low at the indignity of being naked, led away on a leash, chained to a naked female slave. A car cruised by as they walked through the car park and suddenly braked. Brandi cringed, Janet smiled, and Cindy was completely oblivious to anything around her. It slammed into reverse and noisily whined toward them narrowly missing cars parked opposite. 

Two old men leaned from the windows to leer. "How much?" one of them asked. 

"How much you got?" Janet asked in reply. The two guys kept pace as the trio walked. Two guys nearby gawped, listening intently to the ping-pong match of a conversation. "You don't have enough. Free to look though," Janet told them.

Cindy was starting to understand she was naked outside with a little crowd gathering. They stopped by her pick up truck and in a panic Cindy tried to hop in almost throttling herself. Janet was in no hurry for the crowd could see the advertising on the truck and Brandi just kept her head down knowing they weren't looking at her face anyway. It was a little difficult manoeuvring both of them onto the seat but they managed to co-ordinate themselves eventually. 

***

Standing in a large kitchen waiting for her mistress Brandi wondered how Kevin could possibly find her now. But there again this woman was an experienced mistress so she was probably safer to be with than those bitches. The woman would know how to look after a slave and that a slave needs her master. How wrong she was.

Janet brought the cage from her car and dumped it on the kitchen floor. Roughly pushing Cindy to the floor she managed to back the young girl into it. The wriggling and hissing from around the gag didn't faze her for she was used to obdurate young slave girls. Over the years she had many and knew exactly how to treat them. 

"There's spit and piss all over my once spotless kitchen floor," Janet shouted at the two of them. Cindy looked like a little puppy dog wrenched from her mothers tit. Her sad face looking through the cage door was sorrier for her own condition rather than any concern for the state of the floor, despite most of the mess being hers. 

Brandi was given a simple overall and Janet fitted a ball gag into her mouth. Unlike Cindy she gave in to the inevitable. On hands and knees she set to cleaning the kitchen floor more troubled by what was to come than the smell of hers and Cindy's urine. At least the gag was one with holes in it, meaning it was easier to breathe through. It looked less professional than Cindy's as it looked embarrassingly like a pets play ball.

The task was at last completed and Janet prepared a meal while she sat at her feet mewing. 

"There's a good little kitten. Your food is nearly ready. Make sure you keep mewing or mistress will forget to feed you," Janet reminded Brandi. 

Brandi felt dreadful having to be the one cleaning and now playing at being a little fluffy kitten. Still, it was better than being squashed into that cage which was even worse for Cindy for she was a size larger than she.

Two bowls were plonked onto the hard floor. The woman obviously didn't think culinary skills were very important in life. 

Let out of her pet cage Cindy was more careful how she behaved. Exercising a stiff jaw Cindy purposely kept quiet. Sniffing the food she turned up her nose but both girls were ravenous and weren't used to going without. 

Brandi broke first to dip her face into the stainless steel bowl. She only just managed to tongue some food into her mouth but began to develop a basic technique. The sound of Brandi gulping down the foul looking stuff encouraged Cindy to nibble. Despite the repulsion hunger overcame prejudice to have her dipping her face in the bowl. Not like a delicate kitten, more like a ravenous beast, she consumed the substance. 

"There little ones, that wasn't so bad was it? In the morning your mistress will get some proper food for her little pets. Do you want to get back into the cage or are you going to be a good little pet?" Janet asked with a gentle tone, not meant to be threatening. She watched the young girl simpering, looking imploringly at her, not daring to speak. She had learnt her lesson, to think before making a move or sound. 

She wiped their faces with a damp cloth and between their legs with a kitchen roll. Brandi opened her legs for easier access wanting all of the leakage from earlier cleaned off. "Good girl," Janet said, patting her bottom. "Now follow me into the lounge, the carpet will be better on your poor knees." She led them out by pulling on the leash attached to their collars. 

Cindy was pleased not to have Brandi chained to her like a convict. If she managed to make a break for it she would be quicker alone. Brandi could take her chances with this lunatic. It would be better out on the road despite being naked. It would certainly gain the attention of a driver so she would be certain of a ride. Perhaps a ride would be provided in more ways than one. A curious expression creased her brow as she wondered at being so heated up that she would think of letting a stranger fuck her for a ride.

Brandi looked at the bitch crawling along next to her. The wistful gaze at the outside kitchen door nudged a memory of her own. At the slave farm she had thought of escape with Kelly when they were both naked. She had thought of making a break for it to the nearest road where two naked young girls would be sure of catching a ride. That seemed a distant memory, an age away, something that had happened to someone else. 

She had been a novice then, unaware of this scene, oblivious of this way of life. She had been free, unaware of these feelings that left her submissive, that bound her to another person; not as an equal but as a slave. It was cruel that she had been subverted by that dreadful man on the eve of her awakening. He had trained her, corrupted her to accept anyone who demonstrated authority or dominance as a master or mistress. 

She was ready to settle with one man in a happy understanding relationship of sub and dominant but at the crucial moment he had taken her new found role and subverted it. Anyone, even a complete stranger could speak harshly and forcefully to have her submit to them. Once the submission had been acknowledged she was lost to them, no longer free to decide her fate, she became their slave. 

Brandi had been warned by Kevin as well as John with all that experience behind him. After just a couple of days she discovered for herself how vulnerable she was but could do nothing but accept it. She still hoped for a rescue but it looked more remote with every day that passed. 

"On your back doll, that's you," Janet said, with a toe pushing at Cindy's thigh. "You too pet." Janet had changed from the stiff corset and boots to something more comfortable, her skin. She wore nothing not even slippers or jewellery. She sat in an easy chair looking down at the two new girls. A push at their thighs with a big toe spread their legs without a word spoken. 

Brandi dare not look at Cindy but could hear the little gasps from mental pain at having to display her secret garden to this stranger. Their legs were nearly straight out sideways so neither of them could stretch any further. 

"You are obviously experienced, trained?" Janet asked. When Brandi nodded she smiled. "Assume the position," she said quietly. Not knowing what to expect she was pleasantly surprised to find the young girl had one and that it was so impolite. 

Brandi sat on her haunches thrusting out her breasts and pussy, managing to present her asshole too. It was a difficult position but she had performed it often enough in front of Kevin to have it perfected. She had even practised it alone on his instruction, as a good little obedient slave will do for her master.

Her face was restrained from a smile, being held neutral as it should be, yet it shone with pleasure from the evident approval of her mistress. Brandi just couldn't help seeking her mistress's approval. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach she knew this would surely lead to dreadful trouble. 

Janet left the room but the two girls were too lost in their thoughts to share ideas, one of escape the other of simply avoiding trouble until the cavalry arrived. 

"Here they are, what do you think?" Janet asked her friend.

"They are so gorgeous! They just appeared out of the blue in your store? You lucky thing! I suppose this means you won't want me to supply you with something new after all. Look at that pose, it is so well performed. Well, go on then, tell me their names," Nelly asked.

"I haven't had a moment to think about it yet. Let's just call them doll and pet for now," she said, pointing at Cindy and Brandi.

"Relax pet, stretch out on the floor. Now doll, turn over and lie on pet, that's it, good girls!" their mistress encouraged. "Now lick her pet, you too doll. Do you want a punishment, doll, more of this?" Janet rebuked her. A slap from a paddle sounded worse than it was but had an immediate effect. 

Cindy, now called doll, lapped at Brandi's shaved pussy. The lack of enthusiasm for such a demeaning act was made up for by the need to avoid a thrashing.

Pet Brandi lapped at Cindy's bushy pussy wishing she could stop and pick out the hairs from between her teeth. Before she could properly work on her nub she had to clean the girl up for her thighs stunk from her cum earlier. She was busy licking and swallowing the juices still stuck to her thighs that hadn't been cleaned off properly in the kitchen. 

She concentrated on her nub next knowing from experience that she would earn points wither mistress by making the girl cum first. 

"Come on doll no slacking. I'll use the paddle on you if pet makes you cum first," Janet warned her.

Cindy heard the warning and started slurping and sucking on Brandi's pussy with more enthusiasm than technique. 

The thought of the bitch having to lick her out was pleasant enough and although she wanted her to cum first just to see her being paddled it was tempting to just lay back and enjoy. Brandi felt her drooling into her gaping hole which set her back a notch from being well stoked up. 

It wasn't that she liked being sucked on by a girl or being watched either. It was maddening to find she was working hard at this unbecoming task in an endeavour to please her mistress. Was there no end to the depravity she would stoop to when it came to pleasing this woman?

"This one, doll, has a lot to learn. If she doesn't buck up you can have her to train for me," Janet commented. 

"Sure. They look good together, a nice little show to start the evening J," Nelly said. 

"Pet girl is a well trained slave and so marvellously submissive, so well behaved." Janet said, nudging Brandi with a toe.

Cindy wasn't experienced enough to try and hold back but was trying hard to make Brandi cum. Never having sucked on a pussy before was a draw back but no knowing the scene was more so. She was burying her face between Brandi's legs sucking and licking to avoid a thrashing. Feeling her own pussy responding gave a clue as to what to do and after all she had played with herself before.

It hit her suddenly, without warning; she arched her back, gave out a long crooning noise then collapsed on Brandi. Cindy wrapped her limbs tight around her holding her still, unable to take any more stimulation.

"That was nice!" Nelly exclaimed, clapping her hands together with little soft patters. "Your doll did enjoy that. I bet your pet will do an even better job on her mistress," Nelly giggled.

Janet grabbed a hold of the girls and turned them over while they were locked together in an amorphous lump of flesh. So now Brandi was on top looking as though she was desperate to cum. The two women didn't give a thought to that for the girls were just there for the entertainment. 

"What do you think of these marks on her back and bottom? There are some slighter ones on her thighs," Janet asked, stroking her back and thighs.

Nelly put her glasses on and peered closely. "They've faded but are only a couple of weeks old maybe three. That means they were administered by an expert who didn't want to mark her permanently," she mused.

"I can see that means something to you, so give," Janet asked.

"Well, either she was going to be exhibited or sold," Nelly pronounced as though she were Sherlock Holmes. She was a little older than Janet with a lot more experience of the scene. Not as attractive, small breasts, shorter a slight stomach and short blond hair, but with a vivaciousness that matched Janet's overriding her friends powerful and sexy build. 

"Sold?" Janet queried.

"Yea, some trade in slaves. We swap them so we're not far off that," Nelly said sheepishly. 

"Were you sold?" Janet asked Brandi.

She thought about it and had to admit she had been sold by Thomas, though it was more complicated than that. She lifted her head away from Cindy's pussy to answer. "Yes, mistress," was all she could say, before returning to lick the girls pussy clean.

"You poor thing!" Janet sympathised. 

"On her back are whip marks, on the bottom these are from a paddle. Over the thighs you can just about make out the marks of a cat-of-nine tails, very stingy," Nelly said, with a sour look on her face.

"Just think about when these were made," Janet told Brandi. 

Brandi didn't want to think about the fear and pain in the dungeon. She thought of that romantic first time with Kevin instead. The first time in bed with a man and she was only meant to sleep at his feet. She was a novice in the scene at the time. She remembered him seducing her until she ended up sucking on his cock. After that making love was an imperative, she had needed him like life itself. 

"I thought so, she's soaking wet. She's not afraid of pain are you sweet lips. The dirty pain slut is getting off just thinking about being whipped," she laughed. With those damning words she emphasised the observation by scrubbing the slave's pussy with three fingers and rubbing them under Nelly's nose. 

"Nice fresh smell, she's young, how young?" Nelly asked suspiciously.

"Don't worry she's a college girl, eighteen plus, they both are" she laughed. "She seems perfect for what I want," Janet told her friend.

Brandi brought them drinks and settled at her mistress's feet. She had become so used to the role it all seemed so natural, prostrating herself at a master or mistress's feet had become a normal way of life. What would have worried her, if she had been aware of it, was accepting this position so much, that thoughts of freedom had faded into the background.

Brandi put two and two together to make five. This mistress thought she liked pain and had said she was perfect for her. This was a worry for it was obvious how malleable she had become. Having to survive in the dungeon had done that to her. She could learn to live with and even embrace the most dreadful conditions. 

Being spanked, thrashed and whipped everyday was a frightening prospect, which she hadn't considered before. Miss treatment by a master was something one of the slaves had mentioned at the slave farm but she hadn't thought it applied to her. 

"You may think it weird but I'm thinking of indulging myself. OK! Be patient with me, don't laugh. I was thinking of having her breasts enlarged," she said. 

"Is that all? I thought you were about to reveal something dark and dangerous. It would be a pity to spoil those innocent natural looks. I'll swap you a girl with enormous natural tits. They look deliciously perfect and so enormous on her small frame. Can't guarantee what they'll look like a in a few years though," Nelly said in all seriousness. Of course her friend would never keep it that long anyway, for she always became bored with them.

Brandi breathed out a sigh of relief. So this woman didn't mean to whip her, she was being considerate by checking if she could take the pain of surgery. That would be nothing compared to what had been endured in the dungeon under Thomas's brutality. 

Despite the horrendous thought of having trashy implants this was nothing to worry about. It would take some time to arrange and she didn't intend to be here that long, besides, she would have to sign some sort of agreement at a hospital before they would operate.

"No, you don't understand... wait... it's difficult to admit, just don't laugh at me, its something I've been thinking about. I want to modify her," she laughed nervously. Nelly made soothing reassuring noises that she did understand and it wasn't too weird, that it was nothing and that she had heard worse.

"I can arrange that easy enough. A wonderful surgeon looks after my girls at a very private clinic, no questions asked. It costs extra but I know that's not a problem for you. So what else have you been thinking of having done," Nelly asked.

"Stand up slave. Turn around, present your asshole," she ordered.

"Looks almost virgin to me, not much used, what do you think? I'll enlarge it with a butt plug. Shave the hair above the ears to show off big earrings. Those you gave me for my birthday, as though I would wear such slutty things!" Janet laughed.

"No! I didn't buy them for you to wear. They were meant for that girl with the long legs you had at the time, whatever happened to her?" Nelly asked.

"She got troublesome and I gave her to you, don't you remember?" Janet reminded her. 

"Oh! Yea! She was a really awkward bitch. I made her into a slave whore. Oops, didn't mean to let you know that," Nelly said.

Janet looked at Nelly with a stern glare. "Have you still got her?" Janet asked.




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 09



"No I gave her as present to Judy. I'm sure she looks after her well, you know Judy, she's nice, spoils her little pets something rotten," Nelly smiled. The girl had been a right pain in the ass and when eventually giving up on her training, Nelly placed the slave in a whore house. She would bet on Janet checking up with Judy so she would have to phone to agree a cover story. Judy owed her a favour anyway. 

"Have you thought about a mod making it into a slave suck?" Nelly asked, as a way of changing the subject. 

Nelly explained the slave would receive extra training to become an expert at sucking pussy. Some modifications would be necessary too. Her teeth would be removed and tongue lengthened. 

"A weight is attached to a tongue piercing then collagen injected each day. After a few weeks the tongue will be nice and fat and so long it'll reach right inside," Nelly said. 

"They are so wriggly inside it's worth putting up with the lisping," Nelly encouraged her. "They of course can't talk properly, the lisp is really strong," Nelly warned Janet. 

"That wouldn't bother me. I like the idea of modifying it. Playing at being god I suppose, but I've often thought about it. I think this is the one. There are so many enhancements available today it's difficult to choose a theme," Janet said. 

Her strong fingers toyed with Brandi's lips pushing a finger into her mouth. When nice and wet she pushed the finger into her pussy to wriggle it around, quickly finding the young woman's button. A slow rub, a careful pulsing, followed by a fast tickle, then back to a slow hard rub. Brandi was being driven wild by the changes of rhythm. 

It had been bad enough when Cindy cum leaving her high and very wet. It didn't help with the two friends talking about her body in such an off hand way as though she were a piece of furniture. Now she was being teased so that she couldn't help reacting. Brandi was rubbing herself against the fingers, whimpering, begging her mistress to let her orgasm. That was the kind of humiliation she understood.

Janet made Cindy kneel before them facing Brandi with legs apart. "This one has a nice pussy, such fleshy lips," Janet said. 

"Not long ago been a virgin," Nelly said, taking a swipe at her pussy, digging in deep with two fingers. Taking a sniff she then put her fingers under Janet's nose. "Nice perfume this one. Save some of its knickers for me, I could sell some on the internet," Nelly told her friend.

The evening drew to a close with promises of work and play soon. 

The two pets were fed and watered ready for bed. "You'll have to sleep here doll," Janet said, knowing a first night could bring trouble from an inexperienced slave. Cindy was all for being out of the way in a spare bedroom and accepted the gag without a fuss. After all how difficult could it be to untie it once the woman was out of the way. 

When it dawned on her she was to be shut in a cage she became animated and looked as though she was going to fight in a panic. Janet grabbed the Sirik and tightened it bringing her to the floor in the helpless grip of chains. A quick shove had her locked in a large dog's cage. Reaching into it Janet loosened the Sirik allowing her some freedom to stretch cramped muscles. 

"Come on pet," Janet said pulling on the leash.

To relax them both Janet decided to play with her new pet. "Here pet, a nice silver bell," she smiled. Fixing it to the collar she got Brandi to crawl around the floor as quickly as she could. The infuriating little bell tinkled with every movement. "Come on kitten, play ball, fetch!" she commanded.

Brandi had to reach up for the ball while the Sirik had been tightened to keep her in crouched position so she could only move around on hands and knees. Her mistress rolled the ball across the room expecting her to play fetch which she dutifully did. She brought it back between her teeth and dropped the little ball at her feet to play again.

"Your such a clever girl, aren't you?" she cooed and stroked the pets long hair and between her legs. "Doll licked you very clean down here. Your so nice and smooth but I'll have to shave you in the morning, we don't want bristles to scratch your mistress do we, little pet gyrl." she commented. Janet began to brush her hair while stroking her denuded pussy.

Brandi had kept her pussy clean and perfectly bald for her master but hadn't shaved that morning for Teresa hadn't thought of it. She was partly right this woman was experienced in keeping a slave girl.

"Come on kitten, jump up on the bed," Janet told her.



Brandi and Kelly Ch. 10



Brandi had lapped at her new mistress like a good little kitten. First her nipples, then between her legs she had licked and licked. She worked hard, giving her mistress an orgasm that helped the mistress sleep. 

Brandi was lying awake wondering what was to become of her. It had been a turbulent few weeks and she missed her friend, Kelly. 

They had visited a BDSM club for a dare, never suspecting what it would lead to. Kelly had gone there to see a boy who ended up wanting Brandi instead. For them, the usual building of a relationship had been circumvented; instead, they fell into a BDSM relationship. At least the way she looked at it, he had dragged her into one.

At first she thought it was just a joke with weird people playing around. At the stables she found that was true, only there were others who took it far more seriously. Some, like Thomas, had made it into a business. That nasty guy had tortured Kelly then her. He was training them to be slaves, ready to be sold on to a stranger, and it nearly worked. 

That training was still influencing her now. It had been harsh, even brutal, and she couldn't help slipping into a subservient role when confronted by a dominant person. That was why she was here now. Being this woman's pet wasn't a choice she had made, it just happened by accident and now she was stuck here obeying her. 

She was playing at being this woman's little kitten because she had been ordered to, not because she liked it. Brandi had good grades in college but here she was being treated like a brainless pet, worse than an airhead. Being treated this way was terribly humiliating, but since being trained even a slight embarrassment stoked her up. 

Being humiliated was so stimulating it distracted her from trying to escape. That insidious training from Thomas also prevented her from disobeying the mistress. She acted like the woman's slave, as though programmed to obey her every command. Brandi had always been vivacious, full of energy and rebellious, though now she moped around like a automaton. Kevin would have been appalled at the way she was behaving. 

It reminded her of one of the slaves at the stables. The beautiful tall blonde was in this condition too. She was safe at the stables, but out in the real world she would be vulnerable to anyone who spoke to her in a demanding tone. 

The woman told her of a dream, where she was in a restaurant and the maître d' spoke to her in a commanding manner. She automatically got onto her hands and knees to suck him off. He stood there appalled, with everyone gawping at them. They had laughed at this at the time, though Brandi figured she was now in a worse state than she was.

Slowly she drifted off to sleep. While sleeping her mistress put an arm around her, cuddling her little pet against a warm soft breast.

***

Janet looked at her cute little kitten fast asleep in her bed. She was obviously a student, used to getting up late. "Come, on!" she cajoled the lazy thing, with a slap to her bare ass. "Take a shower and then prepare breakfast. Feed the doll first," she ordered. 

"Yes, mistress," Brandi answered respectfully, and scooted into the bathroom. There were no clothes for her but she was used to being naked, so she just got on with the chores. 

She managed to push a dog bowl under the door of the cage to feed Cindy. She looked dreadful and refused to eat, just complaining to be let out. 

"I can't let you out without mistress's giving the order," Brandi explained, with a slight smile from this turnaround in their fortunes. 

Cindy's complaints subsided to a grumble. Her tummy began rumbling in sympathy so she took a mouthful, just to please Brandi. It was still warm, and once started, she continued until finished then licked the bowl clean. 

"I can't stand this Brandi! How the hell did we get into this? I'm sorry we treated you so badly but you seem to be able to take it. You've got to get me out of here," Cindy sobbed.

"We both will. I'll find a way. For now, just do as you're told. Don't upset the mistress or she'll thrash you, or worse. We just need to bide our time. Don't worry, we will get away from here," Brandi said, trying to sooth the girls fear.

***

Janet measured them up, planning the outfits they were to wear. Everything she needed was in the store she owned. On Monday morning there was a meeting with the accountant, so she would have to curtail her enthusiasm until Monday afternoon. It would be exciting dressing up her two new pets. 

One would remain as a pet whereas the other would be dressed up as a rubber doll. Brandi would be made into a cute little kitten with little tinkle bells on her collar, nipples and pussy. Janet had an idea this would annoy her pet to distraction, which suited her wicked side. 

The doll needed training, so having her covered from head to toe in rubber was a good start to controlling her. She would of course have to be gagged and manacled, until she could be trusted to obey commands. Fortunately the kitten was already broken in as an obedient slave. 

Sunday crawled by for the two young girls. They were only eighteen and used to having their own way. In this woman's apartment, though, they were forced to obey her every word. Brandi tried to reassure her friend. She still hadn't had the heart to tell her the collars were permanent.

The simple polished steel ring had been snapped shut around their necks, with one end pushed into the other, sealing it in place. A special tool was needed to undo it, or a welding torch, that would either burn the neck badly or probably kill them before they were released. 

"We'll be rescued, you'll see," Brandi told Cindy. She didn't have much faith in anyone finding them, until remembering that young guy who played with them in the sex shop. He was from the same class as Kevin, so surely he would tell him he had seen them? After what happened in the club, with Teresa, would he still be interested in looking for her? 

"You must keep the mistress's interest until then, we don't want to be sold on. No-one will be able to find us then," Brandi told her. She knew how anonymous the auctions could be. Someone would buy them and they would disappear without a trace. They could be whisked off to anywhere in the country, or even some place in the world, never to be seen again.

Cindy had been pushing all the time, achieving nothing, except aggravating their mistress. Even a few slaps hadn't worked. Brandi knew a thorough thrashing would be next, if the girl didn't behave.

"Behave yourself and be an obedient slave, or you could disappear forever," she warned the girl. At last Cindy seemed to accept that obedience was the best course of action, rather than testing the bounds of her captivity all the time. 

Looking around the luxurious apartment she began thinking of it as a gilded cage. They sat at their mistress's feet while she worked on a set of accounts. Brandi might have been able to help but she was being treated like a dumb animal. She could take the patronizing and the silly clothes planned for her, but the tinkling of little bells was going to be an unbearable torture. Thankfully, at the moment, she just had one on the collar, and that was bad enough.

Every time their mistress took a break she played with them like exotic pets in a menagerie. It became apparent to Brandi what kind of mistress this woman was; she was the most dangerous kind. She demanded absolute obedience and would spend a lot of time training and playing with them, until she had achieved perfection.

It wouldn't take long before they both sat at attention waiting for a command from their mistress, not daring to make a move without her say so. Brandi looked at Cindy knowing she was ahead of Cindy, but the poor thing would soon catch up. They would soon be past caring if they were rescued. They would soon be mindless slaves, thinking about nothing except how to obey commands.

Brandi shuddered. This was worse than Thomas's brutal regime. He had been cruel, clever and experienced but this kind of training was relentless, so very mind-numbingly thorough. It left nothing of the slave's former life to contemplate; it would leave them mindless slave pets.

***

Monday morning started like Sunday morning, only Cindy wasn't let out of her cage. Mistress Janet fastened the Sirik, wrapping Brandi tight, and fastened a bright red ball gag in her mouth. She maneuvered her kitten so she and Cindy could at least look at each other through the bars of the cage. There would be no talking unless they learnt to recognize grunts from behind the gags.

Monday morning dragged even longer than Sunday. Both young women struggled with their bonds. If one of them could get free they could release the other and run away from this hell. Even Brandi was keen to get free. The Sirik chains were too strong and they were fastened with little locks, so there was little chance for freedom.

In the afternoon Janet took her two slaves to the store. They were naked but she parked close to the back door and held onto them tightly until they were inside. She shackled them together by the collar giving them a tour of the store. Shuffling to the back of the store she brought them to a halt in the play area, where they had been played with on Saturday.

Janet remembered the young lad she had teased and laughed out loud. 

"You're in a good mood this afternoon," her assistant commented. "How are your new pets coming along?" Kate asked. 

"They are superb, lovely little things," she grinned, with satisfaction. "You could join them if you like, you could be their leader," Janet offered. 

Kate shuddered with distaste. "I've seen what you do to slave girls, no thank you," she said.

"What? I treat them well; I don't whip and spank them all the time, like some do. You wouldn't have to work or go to college. You'd have a life of luxury, nothing to do but paint your nails," Janet laughed. 

"Tempting, but no thank you," Kate responded firmly, while looking over the two new pets. 

She wondered why they did it, why they were willing to take up such a demeaning life style. They already looked downtrodden but soon they would become dumb, thoughtless creatures, jumping to every command, like trained animals in a circus. 

She had seen it before. One girl, she forgot her name, had told her she just wanted to try out the lifestyle. She thought it would be fun being a a submissive; she would be free from responsibilities and someone else would be paying the bills, too. She had been a lively, chatty thing until a few weeks with Janet. The next time they met the poor thing had been reduced to a cute airhead. Kate had tried to talk to her but all the girl could do was respond to commands.

"What do you think? Should I dye the doll blonde or keep it black? The little Asian kitten is lovely, I could spend ages brushing her beautiful hair," Janet enthused. 

Kate rolled her eyes at the woman. She was always like this with new toys. Kate felt sorry for them but there was no way she was going to spoil her boss's fun. They had volunteered for this, and must have already been into the scene, so it was their problem.

"By the way, someone was in earlier asking for you, a girl, err, T something, Teresa, that's it," Kate said.

"Don't know anyone called that, what was she like?" Janet asked, while browsing the racks of clothes. 

"Hispanic, big tits, looking for those two," Kate wished she hadn't said anything. Seeing her boss tighten up, looking for a fight, she felt sorry for the girl. 

"How do you know she was looking for my little pets?" Janet asked.

"Well, she mentioned Asian girls. Don't remember anything else much," Kate shrugged.

"OK! Well, if I lose one of them because of your stupidity, you can take her place," Jane said fiercely, poking one of Kate's breasts with a sharp fingernail. 

Normally she would have protested but her boss looked real mad. "Perhaps she wanted to join the party," Kate suggested.

"I didn't think of that. I want three," she mused. Janet wandered over to the slave pets, thinking over what she could do with three slaves, what combinations of games could be played. 

"Come on pet, get these on," Janet told her. She left the pet kitten to get dressed. 

Taking hold of the doll, she helped her pull on an outfit. It was more like shoving her into it than helping. It was easier to lay her on the floor and pull it on. Once sealed into the all-in-one black rubber suit, Janet attached a vacuum tube to a nozzle. The outfit was already clinging, though now it looked skin tight with all the air sucked out of it. 

She checked the breathing tubes were positioned up the dolls nostrils and the rubber was over the teeth properly, to hold her mouth open. She ran a hand between the dolls crotch finding the vaginal tube was in place. It had been positioned correctly so it found its way deeper inside when all the air was sucked out of the suit. 

The anal tube was doubled on itself, so she had to push a finger inside to straighten it. There was no way the doll could wander off now. It would be a struggle to even roll over. Janet pulled the doll up and placed it in a set of stocks. Lowering two beams kept its legs apart for a wonderful view of its fulsome bottom.

Brandi looked at Cindy seeing a lewd looking shape. The rubber and plastic outfit was pulled tight over her body, except for her breasts. They were pulled apart into two large balls, making them look so huge, they were grotesque. Her head too was a large rubber ball. All that could be seen of the girl was a pair of wide open staring eyes, peering from within the mask.

Even her feet were encased in the black rubber. Between her legs was a combination of rubber and plastic. It looked as though a pair of thin flexible tubes had burrowed their way up inside her. Her lips were clearly visible, being pulled apart around the tube. Her asshole too was opened up with a smaller tunnel disappearing into her body. 

Bent over in the stocks the doll made a disgusting display. Both holes were on show, exaggeratedly open like a bizarre sex doll. The head turned with pleading eyes, obviously wanting to be set free. Brandi saw the mouth held wide open, finishing the impression that here was a rubber dolly, ready to be used. 

Brandi looked at herself in a mirror and groaned. Yet again she was embarrassed to even be seen. The costume was ridiculous, though not as bad as the one she wore on Friday night. She had fur like a little kitten. Two bells attached to the collar now tinkled at her neck. Cutouts for her breasts revealed her nipples, with each having two bells attached to the nipple rings. 

Between the legs a smaller cutout revealed her pierced clit and lips, where little tinkling bells had been attached. With every movement she tinkled like a Christmas gnome or a reindeer attached to a sleigh. How could she stand this trashing of her self worth, why did everyone want to dress her up in such ridiculous clothing? Did they see her as a cute little thing needing to be dressed like a pink girly?

As a kitten she did look cute, but as a woman, she looked vulgar and felt ridiculous. 

No sooner had Janet finished with Cindy than she grabbed Brandi and forced her into a set of stocks right next to Cindy. The two girls looked at each other and grimaced, or at least Brandi did. All Cindy could do, was move her head slightly, from side to side. 

***

"If you're not sure of the size or the movement try them out in the play area," Janet told the customer. 

The old guy was unsure what she meant but wandered off. Seeing the two figures bent over in the stocks, he guessed what she meant. He looked closer and was surprised to see a pair of eyes looking at him from what he though was just a rubber sex doll. The kitten was rather rude showing off all its naughty bits, but that brought meaning to this being called a play area. 

He pushed the vibrator into the open mouth to lubricate it. It came out wet, so that had worked. He walked around the back of the doll and pushed it in, with a turning movement, into what looked like its pussy. The black rubber doll gave out some moaning sounds and moved around slightly when he managed to push it all the way in. Perhaps the doll was becoming excited. 

Cindy didn't like the old man staring at her and was appalled to have him push a vibrator into her mouth. When she felt it being worked up inside her vagina she vigorously thrashed around to avoid it. The suit was so tight the movements were brought down to a slight quiver. Here the suit was soft thin plastic, so she could feel it stretching the walls of her vagina, pushing deeper and deeper inside. 

When the old man switched it on she jumped onto her toes. It was like a cake mix was being stirred inside her belly. It wasn't done with any finesse; instead it had just been shoved in and switched on, which certainly didn't turn her on.

It wasn't in there very long before he tried to pull it free, only it had almost disappeared between her engorged lips. With fingers probing he managed to grip the thing that was still wriggling away inside her. 

When it eventually pulled from inside the doll, with rude sucking noises, she reacted. The slight gyrations probably meant she wanted it back. The vibrator certainly had an impressive range of movements for such a small looking thing. He touched the doll's bottom hole with it and got a similar reaction. Obviously not an objection, as it would surely be more vigorous and wouldn't she be telling him off? 

***

She could feel his bony fingers against the lips of her pussy, pushing into her. The squishy sound of it being pulled free was awful. Feeling it pushed against her asshole she shook her head making noises of protest. Surely he could understand she was warning him off.

*** The pet-girl was ringing her bells now. Did she want attention too? She would have to wait, for the doll was nodding her head as well as rubbing her ass up and down the vibrator, obviously needing it. The hole was there, open and ready to be used, so how could he resist. 

*** Cindy moved her ass around as much as she could, to avoid the damn thing poking her asshole. It was obvious now her asshole was being held open by a tube, as much as her pussy was by another tube. It was terrible to think anyone could walk in this store and see her gaping asshole and pussy, both crudely on show.

She flinched on feeling the hardness touch her hole. This time she didn't bother trying to move away, she just concentrated on relaxing the muscles. It was shoved in. It stung and ached but not too much. Her hole was bruised from this ill treatment but that would heal. The guy didn't know what he was doing and she hadn't had anything up her anus before. 

Brandi looked at poor Cindy. In her rubber suit she could only move a little, and the only emotion showing was from her eyes. Brandi tried to look behind her to see what the guy was doing to Cindy, but couldn't crane her neck that far. It was obvious anyway. Would he work on her next?

She felt something pushed against her lips, ringing the little bells. He seemed to be bored for she wasn't held open like Cindy, nor was she wet or anywhere near ready. 

He stood in front of her and told her, "Open up." 

She reluctantly opened her mouth and tasted the combination of rubber and spit from Cindy. Knowing why he was doing this, she produced as much saliva as she could, to wet it thoroughly. She knew what he was up to and wanted to make it as wet as possible. 

How different was this from when she was with Kevin. She would no longer complain about anything Kevin wanted to do to her, however depraved it might be, for surely it couldn't be as bad as this. The old guy went behind her and started on her pussy. It didn't take long and it wasn't in any way erotic. Thankfully he gave up on her asshole. 




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 10



Why in hell did the mistress let that man abuse them when she was supposed to protect her slaves? It seemed everyone didn't think about slaves the same way as Big John at the slave farm. 

During the next hour several customers came over to try out a variety of devices on them. It seemed to be a successful sales afternoon for Janet. 

Cindy was shaking her head from side to side, obviously upset from such abuse. She was unable to talk them out of using her body and from the way she was outfitted, they treated her like an object, just a rubber sex doll.

Brandi felt sorry for Cindy and began to ask them to leave Cindy in peace. "You can try out that toy on me if you wish. I've never experienced a double dildo before," she told a creepy looking guy. She wanted to tell him to get lost but smiled at him with what she hoped was a pleasing smile. 

"Wait! You had better lube it first. Well, I guess I could suck it to get it wet," Brandi said, feeling rotten at the sight of the damn thing. He held it up to her mouth and she sucked it in, spreading saliva over it with her tongue. It was a dreadful job but she dare not let him just shove it up her asshole. He looked as though he hadn't talked to a woman before, let alone touching one.

"Thank you, sir, that will be more comfortable now," she told him. The smile was strained, for she was feeling so terribly demeaned from this dreadful act. She felt him touching her clumsily and was relieved to at last feel the damn thing slowly and carefully eased into place. The larger penis shaped thing slipped into her pussy. The smaller one popped into her bottom. 

"Yes, you can switch it on if you like, sir," she heard herself answering him. It was excruciatingly embarrassing having to keep up such a conversation with a stranger. "Yes, sir, it feels wonderful, I'm sure your friend will adore it. Err, no I don't think it's a good idea to tell her I recommended it, she might not see it that way," Brandi advised.

"It's all right, you don't need to make me cum, I need to be ready for other customers, thank you for thinking about me, sir," Brandi lied. 

Brandi tried out a little mewing sound, trying to make it sound cute. Before she new it, her mistress was beside her. 

"How cute! My little kitten is so clever. Does kitty need the bathroom? I guess the doll needs it too. Can you wait kitty? Good girl," Janet cooed with happiness. Both her toys had been watered and they would need feeding soon. It would be easier at home, so she thought it better to leave them hungry and needing her attention. 

Janet again walked over to them, this time with a customer. "Let me show you how it works, you'll just love one," Janet laughed. She pulled the stocks off Brandi, who now needed help standing straight. She lowered her onto the large mat encompassing the play area. She brought over what looked like a space hopper. 

Managing to stand, though still crouched over, Brandi sat on the big orange balloon. It was obvious what was expected of her. She was supposed to demonstrate the device, though this didn't seem such a daunting prospect. Despite being naked and forced to demonstrate a sex toy to a stranger it seemed fairly easy compared to being bent over helpless in the stocks while some guy inexpertly fiddled with her sex.

She tucked the cute little phallus into her pussy. It was realistic with a bulbous head but fortunately small. Brandi pushed it between her lips, then into her tunnel, in a dispassionate action, as it was just a job of work. She was just a slave, a sex object, demonstrating how another sex object worked. Grabbing a hold of the ear like things sticking out of the rubber ball she waited for orders. In front of her pussy was a large rubbery tongue looking as though it were licking between her thighs.

"Go on kitten, bounce around the play area," Janet ordered. 

Brandi dutifully obeyed and half way round, realized the balloon wasn't so harmless after all. With every bounce the penis shaped tube grew larger. Tucked into her vagina it had only one way to go and that was up inside her. It was getting harder, longer and fatter the more she bounced. The rubber tongue was slapping her crotch and another flap was slapping her bottom. 

For the first time all weekend she became really stoked up. She wouldn't admit to becoming aroused on occasion, though it was true it was nowhere near an orgasm. This time she was exciting herself on the space hopper, bouncing around to her own rhythm. The penis was hard and big, pressing at her vagina, stretching her opening. She had to sit with her legs out almost sideways in an unflattering pose, having to open up to make room for it. 

While she kept hopping around the phallus was growing and it was already so very big it would begin to hurt soon. On the other hand she couldn't stop now, she was nearly there! Just a little more and she would orgasm so deeply it would make up for all the frustrating, unfulfilled arousal over the weekend.

The customer and her mistress were watching, aware of what she was going through. Janet was laughing at her. "The silly pet is enjoying herself but can't cum. I'll leave her for a little while longer. She's at that difficult point of desperation, really needing to cum but can't quite get there. She's trapped there until I give her permission to orgasm, otherwise she'll be going around and around all afternoon doing herself an injury. That phallus inside her must be huge by now," Janet laughed.

The customer was fascinated. He had watched the young woman poke the little bit of rubber into her pussy without much thought to it. When she bounced around he was enthralled by her breasts gyrating when she approached. A flap on the balloon was slapping her pussy with each bounce. He watched her ass being slapped as she bounced past. 

The expression on her face was comical and he laughed with the woman serving him as her face registered surprise then gradually turned to excitement. The young woman's face was picture of fretfulness as she realized her dilemma. Too late she had gone past the point of no return. The poor girl couldn't stop and at the same time realized the phallus was already too big without a prospect of stopping.

"Pet! Kitten! Kitten, can orgasm now, cum my little pet, cum for your mistress," Janet urged Brandi. She spoke firmly as Brandi bounced toward them, all the while pumping up the phallus. 

Brandi shook her head from side to side. She tried to lift her crotch off the bouncy ball only to land harder, thrusting the phallus up inside. It expanded in girth and length. With her weight on it the big brute had to push against the walls of her vagina, rubbing them hard. She yelled full pelt and fell sideways onto the floor. The large ball between her legs rolled her over so she was on her back with both legs pointing upward, stretched out sideways. 

The panting gasps went on and on without respite. 

"I'll show you where they are. She can stay there to recover," Janet said, to the customer, leading him away.

Brandi felt stuffed to bursting. It had been some time since experiencing such a deep, all consuming orgasm. And it had been in front of a complete stranger, which would have been impossible a few weeks ago. Now it didn't matter she was naked and had an audience. She knew she had been corrupted, and in other ways too. She just didn't care, didn't care about anything at that moment.

She tried to pull away from the rubber ball but was stuck to it, or rather, it was stuck in her. Unless she could get the phallus out of her pussy, she was going nowhere. It was impossible to even roll over while her limbs were spread around it in a permanent hug, let alone get up off the floor. It felt so ridiculous both tears and laughter marked her cheeks.

A silly idea caught hold of her imagination prolonging the silent laughter, rocking her against the balloon that she hugged to her naked body. If a big heavy man came in and sat on the balloon, it would inflate the penis stuck inside her, inflating her to the size of the balloon. Her body would become a big round balloon, helplessly rolling around the play area, pushed and shoved around by anyone who cared to play with her. 

An image of herself, with little arms and legs poking out of a big balloon body, kept her laughing. She rolled onto her back with the balloon attached to her. Eventually she calmed down, before it turned to hysteria. 

Brandi strained to peer over the edge of the balloon. She caught sight of a young woman enter the store. It was Teresa! Was she here to rescue them? She was certainly a preferred adversary compared to this woman. She had hoped the young guy would have told Kevin. Perhaps he had just recognized Cindy, as a friend of Teresa's, so told her where Cindy was. It could be quite a coincidence that she was just shopping here, so it didn't seem likely.

She could hear Teresa arguing. The woman wasn't raising her voice but Teresa was, as usual. Brandi's heart surged with life. She wanted desperately to be free of this damn place and that shit of a woman. Teresa was a bully but at least with her there was a hope of freedom. Kevin would forgive her, find her, and they could be together again.

Avidly she watched Teresa. The young woman hadn't even walked over to them. What was going on? Teresa was standing in the doorway cursing Janet. "No! Please don't leave us," Brandi shouted, but it was too late, the door had banged shut. So unused to talking above a whisper it hadn't been much of a shout anyway.

Brandi quietly sobbed. She thought she could stand all this abuse, but the sight of a classmate walking away after believing she was here to rescue them, was heart wrenching. Her chest thumped from the agony of disappointment. Perhaps it would be better to give in to that woman, to quickly forget about her previous life and to become a contented, mindless little pet.



Brandi and Kelly Ch. 11



Chapter 11

The Escape

Brandi was lying on her back with her limbs stretched out around a rubber space hopper. It looked as though she was cuddling it. She was impaled upon a large rubber penis extending from it, securely fitting inside her vagina. 

Janet had taken her and a school friend, Cindy, as slaves. They were now being used in the woman's sex store as demonstration models. Customers had been using their bodies to try out various dildos and vibrators. When Cindy became traumatised by the mistreatment, Brandi helped her out by pandering to the customers.

It had been irksome pretending to welcome their rough handling of her body. She had to suck on a dildo to get it wet, before a stranger shoved it up her anus and pussy. Sometimes she even pretended to enjoy the torment with a fake orgasm. At least it allowed Cindy to recover from the ordeal.

What had crushed Brandi the most, was seeing another friend enter the store, then leave. She had imagined Teresa was there to rescue them, especially as she was fiercely arguing with Janet. Seeing Teresa leave was appalling. All hope of escaping from Janet's torture was dashed to pieces. 

At that moment she sank into a deep depression, believing it would be easier to just give in to Janet. Having a mistress take responsibility for her, deciding every little thing in her life would end the torment. To become a mindless pet obeying her mistress would be the easy way out.

A wave of anger swept away the defeatism. No-one knew they were there, so it was up to her to escape. It seemed impossible to get away as she was naked, and Cindy was in a worse state than she was.

Brandi violently hit the balloon in a fit of temper. A lucky strike meant she found something unnoticed before. It was a release valve on the large rubber balloon. It allowed air to escape back into the balloon from the large rubber phallus. She pushed hard with her thighs, and squeezed the phallus with the walls of her vagina. It began to deflate from inside her, like a penis after depositing its load. 

Brandi pulled her legs together and squeezed them. It felt as though she had been overstretched inside. It wasn't the first time either. The so-called friend, Teresa, had shoved an oversize vibrator into her some time ago. Despite this, Teresa was a friend, compared to Janet.

She lay still on the mat, breathing hard. A commotion at the checkout drew her attention. Teresa was back! Janet was pushing her toward the door while they both argued. Brandi didn't need telling this was an opportunity not to be missed. 

With difficulty she stood up and hobbled over to Cindy. The stocks hadn't been locked! She lifted the top half and pulled Cindy free. The girl couldn't stand after being bent over for so long. She was dressed from head to toe in a rubber suit, leaving the girl looking like a bizarre sex doll. Only her breasts and crotch were lewdly on show.

Like two old ladies they hobbled, bent over almost double, to a back door. Their back doors had been abused, now they were going to use Janet's back door, to escape. 

The latch turned and the door swung inward, almost knocking them over. The bright sun shone in from a delivery area. It didn't matter that she was naked Brandi was prepared to make a run for it, or at least a quick hobble. 

Holding onto each other they scrabbled for freedom. They bumped into a large man, unseen in the blinding sunlight. He looked at them in surprise. As he should, for Cindy was enveloped in black rubber. Like an obscene sex doll, with her holes held open ready for use. Brandi was naked.

They pushed by him only to run into a white van. 

"Brandi! Get in quickly!" Kelly shouted. 

Brandi pushed Cindy into the open side door. She almost collapsed on the ground, except Kelly pulled her in. The big man blocking the doorway for a moment then jumped in behind her. As the sliding door rumbled on its tracks the van sped off. 

"I didn't need these, she burst out-a there like a cork out-a bottle," the big guy stated, while holding up a set of lock-picks.

"Wow! I was so scared for you. Don't talk, wait till we get back. There's just one stop on the way," Kelly told her friend. 

They drove to a mall entrance and hardly stopped long enough for Teresa to jump in. The driver and Teresa slapped a high-five, and whooped out loud as they accelerated away. 

"Not too fast," Big John counselled, over the radio. "Just take it easy. I'm behind you and no-one is following," he added.

"How's Cindy, Is she all right?" Teresa shouted over her shoulder. She looked back to find Cindy and Brandi grinning at her.

"You too, are you OK?" Teresa asked Brandi.

"Yea, thanks. I take it you were the diversion?" Brandi asked. She fell back on the soft cushions, laughing with Cindy. The relief of escaping, and the wonderful feeling of freedom was overwhelming. 

***

They soon arrived at the farm. Some called it the Slave Farm, others, the Pony Farm. It was both. 

Big John had Kelly trained as a pony-girl, and she loved it. Being strapped up in leather had her sexed up. Having to perform in front of demanding trainers excited her. Having a whip sting her rump when not performing to her best, made her hot.

She loved high stepping around the arena more than pulling a trotting cart. She was proud of the high stepping routine on the end of a long leash, attached to a bit between her teeth. If she lost concentration and put a foot wrong, her trainer would sting her butt with a flick of the whip. She felt a million dollars with colourful feather plumes in her pony head gear. With head held high, nodding and snorting as she pranced around the arena, it all seemed so very perfect. 

She loved the tinkling sound of little bells that hung from her bare nipples. She had bells attached to her sex, which protruded from the leather crotch. Apart from her breasts and crotch, she was covered in black leather, and tightly bound in a pony-girl harness. She loved being a pony-girl!

Locked into a leather harness, with blinkers, both arms clamped tightly behind her back, and wearing hoof-boots, meant she was completely helpless. She loved the feeling of being dependent upon a trainer. He would put her through her paces, give her water, feed her, and even give her permission to pee. Being stripped off, hosed down, and fucked hard at the end of a long day, was wonderful!

Kelly was enjoying herself in the stables. She was competing with the two new ponies, also being trained. There was an older pony, Sapphire, who kept a perfect high step when trotting around the arena. She also had a perfect step and control, when pulling a cart. There was no way Kelly could possibly compete with her. 

Sapphire had been a pony for many years, so many she could no longer take part in a normal life. She lived in the stables, being looked after and put through her paces by the two trainers. She whinnied when she wanted something. She needed to be tightly strapped up and wore hoof boots most of the time. 

Her body had become so used to being strapped up it had become slightly deformed. She had a wonderful long mane of black hair. She started training from the age of eighteen. She was now around forty yet had a youthful firm figure, from a hard work out every day.

What was sad is that she lost her long term master. He owned her from the very first day of her training. He died a few months ago, and she had been transferred here to live out her life as a pony-girl. The farm was a sanctuary away from the harsh realities of life for many a slave.

***

This was not for Brandi. Wearing a leather suit and subjected to strict discipline, was not for her. She too liked to be restrained but had become used to being naked. Unlike Kelly she liked to play a master up, until deserving a light spanking. She enjoyed a teasing, pleasing relationship with a master.

She had also learnt to obey and pleasure a mistress. It was more to do with having been broken, when tortured by Thomas, than wanting to please a mistress. She had become susceptible to a dominant, whoever they were, after the punishment Thomas had put her through. 

In addition to becoming easily dominated, Brandi had developed an association between pleasure and pain. It had started from being turned on by a master, when he tied her up. The feeling of being helpless together with a light spanking, had her heated up with passion. Thomas had pushed it much further, with strict discipline and a whip.

Since then she had been abused by Teresa and others, leaving her ready to submit to any dominant. Brandi now recognised how susceptible she was. During the last week of abject submission, she had forcibly been made aware of how dangerous her condition was. Janet had kidnapped her or rather she had pathetically allowed the woman to take her as a slave.

***

Brandi shook her head, trying to free it of the bad memories. She ate breakfast, relieved not to be having pet food. 

"How is Cindy?" Brandi asked, one of the slaves serving breakfast. 

"She's resting. I'm sure someone will take you to see her after breakfast," Michelle-Slut smiled. "How are you? I heard from Master that you had a rough time. They've been worried about you for days," Michelle-Slut asked. 

Thinking of Kevin, her original master, she felt guilty. They had badly let each other down, so she wondered if they still had a relationship after what happened.

"You finished breakfast? Come with me, I'm sure you want to see Cindy. She wants to see you," Big John told her. 

His big paw enveloped her small hand. She felt small and fragile beside him, yet comfortable too. He said nothing while leading her to the same room Kelly had been in, while recovering from Thomas' torture.

***

"Hi Cindy, you OK?" Brandi asked. She sat on the edge of the bed looking concerned. 

"Don't look at me like that! I haven't got an incurable disease or something. It was rough with Janet, worse than Teresa ever dished out. I've been hassled and bullied for so long, I guess I'm used to it," she weakly smiled. 

"They are experts at rehabilitation here. You had a rough time of it, so let them look after you till you've recovered," Brandi suggested.

"This damn collar is a nuisance, how does it come off?" she asked.

"It doesn't. Jane has a special tool that fits each of our collars. They can't be taken off without it," Brandi explained.

"What do you mean it can't be removed? I can't wear this damn collar for the rest of my life!" Cindy said. It was a nasty reminder of what they went through. A slave collar was just one link in a chain of events that made a slave. Training was another but Cindy hadn't received that.

Brandi fingered her collar, feeling all the more that she was committed to being a slave for life. She had been bought in an auction, systematically trained, and indoctrinated in a dungeon. Kept in a cage, only released to be tortured, was an experience difficult to shake off.

"Don't worry, I'm sure Master John will be able to do something," Brandi said, trying to sooth her. She fingered her own collar unable to tell her friend how difficult they were to remove.

"Have you seen Teresa yet?" Brandi asked, quickly changing the subject.

"Yes!" Cindy laughed. "You'll never guess! She brought me breakfast and fussed around like a mother hen," Cindy laughed, with a hand over her mouth. 

"I can't believe that!" Brandi laughed with her. She listened to her new found friend relate every detail. The bully did care about her friend after all. Teresa and Cindy had cold-shouldered Brandi and Kelly in class and tried to put them down. The two pair of girls had squabbled occasionally. In adversity they had become good friends, though there was still something to settle between Brandi and Terssa.

***

Big John took a hold of Teresa's shoulders in a firm grip. "Look at me, look into my eyes," he firmly stated. "You have good potential as a mistress. I'm willing to teach you. What do you say?" Big John demanded.

"No! I'm just a bully. Look what happened with Cindy and Brandi. I'm no good, I can't do it," Teresa adamantly stated. There were tears in her eyes, but she was tough enough to hold the flood back.

"You're a good kid. You just need to learn some self-discipline," he advised. Teresa was still complaining, trying to explain how bad she felt over losing Cindy and Brandi. 

"You need to take responsibility for your actions, but at the moment you're being selfish. You need to think about your friend, Cindy. She needs you right now. She needs you to be strong and caring. That is the role of a good mistress. You must care for your slave, not just use a slave to fulfil your own needs and desires," he explained.

John could use his size to dominate and emphasis his views. He sat on the edge of his desk looking down at her. Teresa was screwed up in a ball in a large leather chair, hugging her legs. 

"Oh," she lamely said. 

He knew she had missed most of what he said. Later she might think about it. 

"Right now you need to get off your ass and see to your friend. Find out what she wants. If it isn't good for her, don't let her have it. Get her up and about. Make sure she can relax and laugh and return to a normal life. Don't just bully her because you need to. Push her around if she needs it, to get her going again," Big John heavily told her.

Teresa smiled weakly at him. "OK! Orders received and understood, boss," she said, trying to laugh, but failing, as it came out as a bitten off dry sob.

***

Big John had rescued the dean's daughter from a difficult situation, so called in the favour. The dean would cover for the girls being away from college. This gave them some time to recover from their ordeal. 

In the meantime, Teresa would have to learn how to look after Cindy. 

***

Brandi didn't know what to do. She had time off from college and her parents. Kevin was her master, but he had been sent off with a scolding from Big John. She hoped Kevin wasn't feeling too bad, for it wasn't his fault she had been spirited away as someone else's slave. It wasn't so much that she had been kidnapped it was more like, accidently falling in with the wrong people.

She didn't want to see Kelly at the stables and there were issues to resolve with Teresa, but she was busy with Cindy. 

"Hey! What do you think you are doing making a coffee in my kitchen? I'm the kitchen slave today," Michelle slut joked. "Here let me make you a nice calming herbal tea. OK. Coffee it is," Michelle slut smartly replied.

"Why so glum?" Michelle slut asked. 

"I've been a fool. I feel so bad from all the things I've done recently. I let them do it to me. I should have resisted," Brandi spilled out her heart in a long outburst. She couldn't say another word or she would end up crying, leaving her feeling even weaker.

"I remember when you were first here. You were just playing around, with Kevin. You shouldn't blame yourself. He should have looked after you better. We slaves listen to what's going on when the masters are talking, so I know something of what you've been through," Michelle slut sympathised. 

"I've been through some rough masters and mistresses in my time, so I know what its like. Big John saved me, by taking me out of the circuit," she mused.

"You're a feisty young woman, with a submissive side. That doesn't mean you're suited to being a slave-girl. With the right person you could let go occasionally and let a master dominate you. A little fun while playing a game when it suits you," she told Brandi.

"What about you, how did you become a slave? What's your real name?" Brandi asked.

"Just call me Michelle Slut, that's my name. That's what I am, or rather what I've become," she laughed. "It's so long ago I can hardly remember my previous life and name. Don't look at me like that, I'm really happy to be here. I am at home and comfortable with what I am," she firmly stated.

"All right, you want to know, it might even help you sort your head out," Michelle slut said, and sat down with a herbal tea.

Michelle was just twenty-one and into the usual drugs, rock and roll scene, though nothing very heavy. Meeting a guy into light bondage led her to explore the scene. When he dumped her she was left with debts that couldn't be paid. At a club she met a rich, older man, who paid back everything she owed He gave her a home and in return she became his house slave. 

He was kind and looked after her, so it was easy to be his companion, and more. It was fun and exciting game at first. 

As they partied and joined others in a heavier scene, it became a way of life; being treated as his personal slave. He never allowed anyone to fuck her, though there had been some close calls. Mixing with other slaves altered her behaviour, and the way she thought about herself. Especially as there were was no one else around to check her slide into complete submission.

After a couple of years her master received an offer from another master. He had become bored with her and wanted a change, so he passed her on. 

"When he sold me I felt I really was a slave. This new master owned me completely, because he had bought me," Michelle slut explained. 

"I'd been around slaves for so long it was easy to slip into the role, as his absolute slave. I obeyed him and devoted myself to him. It was as though I didn't know any other way of behaving. It simply became comfortable leaving all decisions to a master," Michelle slut stated.

"He was into a heavier form of BDSM, which didn't bother me as I'd seen it all before. He was very sexy and had me panting for sex. At extravagant parties he would share me with others. He kept my vagina for himself, with everything else available to the close circle of friends. Smacking, tying me up, making me play with myself before everyone, I did all sorts of naughty things," Michelle slut giggled.

"It was a very heady experience. After a year he too sold me on to someone else. This time I had no qualms about being sold as a slave. As long as I got what I wanted, a good seeing to, anything went. I was a complete slut by then. For the next ten years I was sold on to one master or mistress after another," Michelle slut said.

"I was very demanding, I would ravish whoever was available every chance I got. Needing to be satisfied sexually all the time, I was willing to do anything to get a cock. Most masters couldn't cope with me, so they quickly sold me on. One master, I can't even remember his face let alone his name, had to keep me in a cage. I just had a dildo to keep me company," Michelle slut laughed. 

"The poor guy only let me out for a party. I would agree to anything, with everyone there just for an orgasm. He had to put me up for auction, as no one in the group would take me on. That's when Big John bought me and sorted me out. Not completely, I'm still not safe to be let out!" she laughed.

Brandi laughed with her. "Are you happy now?" Brandi asked.

"Yes! I'm very happy. It's no good looking back and regretting a decision. There's no telling when you might make the wrong decision in life. I enjoyed a lot of what happened, though the big question is, what if it didn't happen? Don't get me wrong, I met a lot of nice people along the way. The answer is this, we make our own lives. You can't blame anyone else for your mistakes," she smiled.

"Brandi, sometimes things just happen to you. All you can do is make the most of it, and try to get on with what you've got. I've got a big pair of tits and an insatiable appetite for sex. Not the best of assets out there in the vanilla world," she laughed raucously, and Brandi joined in. 

"Try to surround yourself with people that make you feel good, that's some advice I learnt along the way. You won't want to hear the boring advice. Get yourself a good education. Go out there and get a good job to make money. I'm thirty-five and have a few good years yet. Who knows, make enough money and you might consider buying me as your slave-slut," she teased.




Brandi and Kelly Ch. 11



Michelle slut stood up and patted Brandi on the shoulder. "You had me well and truly fucked when you were first here. No need to blush and look coy. Anytime you need a dirty fuck toy, I'm always very willing," she sincerely stated.

Brandi sat by herself trying to absorb all she had learnt, attempting to fit it all in with what the slave had said. When taken to the slave farm by Kevin she had no idea what it was all about. It had all been a joke; just a fun game. There was a serious dark side, which mirrored the hardships of the vanilla life out there.

It was a revelation to find a slave could be demanding and manipulative. She thought it was all about being subservient and obedient. Instead a slave could get what she wanted by manoeuvring her master, perhaps even subtly training him to treat her right. A smile and an enthusiastic fucking session could change his behaviour toward her. 

That wouldn't work with the likes of Thomas.

"A dollar for your thoughts," Big John joked. 

"Sorry master, slave didn't see you come in," Brandi hurriedly said, while scraping back the chair. 

"Remain seated. You'll know when I cum in!" he laughed. "Never mind," he added, when she gave him a blank look. 

"I want to talk to you. A contact at the university has arranged for you to take a break from college, Kelly and the others too. Teresa has agreed to a training program to become a responsible mistress. Part of that process is to apologise to you. That means more than saying she is sorry. Are you up to helping her out?" he asked.

"What does that involve?" Brandi asked. She felt awkward, sitting down before such an imposing master. She was naked, as all the slaves were at the slave farm, so needed to stand before him.

"You will put her in the stocks and whip her. When she's been punished you can let her go. That will just be the start. It will be good for her to be humbled and learn what it is like to be a slave. Don't worry. Others will be training her for the rest of the time. While we are discussing training, there is the matter of Jane," Big John took a sip of coffee. He stared at Brandi, watching the girl wince. 

"She has been on our radar for some time. I'm bringing her in for her own good, as well as for the well being of slaves. Enough of that, just thought you might like to know," he stated.

"We come to you now, Any idea what you want to do? You can't go back to Kevin as his slave. He is too self absorbed to be a responsible master. When he is older, maybe he might make it," Big John conceded.

"You need some time to sort yourself out. You are tough, young and resilient, but everyone has their limits. Let me know what you want, and I'll see if I can arrange it. I've got a lot of contacts," he added.

Brandi knew he didn't just mean slave traders or masters. In education and the business world there were people who owed him favours. A daughter or wife rescued and looked after was one reason the slave farm existed. Finding a good home for a rescued slave was another. 

It seemed Brandi didn't fit into that category. The best thing to do would be complete her education and go home. Spend time with family and friends would be a wise option. Big John had promised to look out for her which meant a great deal. She felt safe with that offer, as though being cuddled by a big bear.

A few hours spanking Teresa, followed by humiliating and whipping Jane sounded enjoyable. A few days by the pool, being looked after by Michelle slut would be good. The slave was fun to be with and had a lot of experience. She could learn a lot of naughty things from Michele slut. 

An older woman kept by a young girl of eighteen would be an interesting experience. She would have to invite young virile guys to her apartment, just to keep Michelle slut happy. 

Her imagination wandered carelessly while she sipped the cold coffee.

***

The guy looked startled as he walked into the kitchen at Brandi's apartment. The attractive blonde sharing her apartment was standing there naked. 

"Relax guy, she may look like a responsible older woman, but she's just a slut. I see you're impressed by her big breasts. They're real, not implants. Go on, check them out for yourself. Go ahead she's a real slut and will enjoy it. That's it have a good feel of them," Brandi encouraged him. 

Micelle slut stood there with a big grin on her face, while the young stranger manipulated her breasts and nipples. 

"If you can satisfy the slut, I'll strip off to become your slave-girl, sir," she whispered. He hardly took in what she was saying, as he was in a rapture playing with the big tits.

"You'll have to fuck her damn hard to satisfy her. If you pass the test, you'll have two naked obedient women to play with, sir. We'll pander to your every whim. We know a lot of dirty tricks to keep you happy, sir," Brandi sighed. 

She giggled on realising the daydream had been spoken out loud.