12 comments/ 11845 views/ 4 favorites A Strange Few Weeks By: FaireSansa Dear reader, i've not finished Madelyn for many reasons, one of them being life happened and another being that it's on a near-dead hard drive and we're working on getting our data off of that hard drive as soon as possible. In the meantime, this is a story i wrote long ago and have edited, revised, edited again, added to, etc, over the years. Since i cannot access Madelyn to finish the next chapter, i would like to submit this for your reading pleasure. i don't know if you will like it but i do hope you will. Again, this is not something newly written, but it is newly edited and had a few things added to it. If you're not into M/s and BDSM, i apologize but the fact of the matter is, i am and you're welcome to skip this and just wait for the new Madelyn chapter, whenever i'm able to finish it. i do hope that will be soon. Until then, though, i will post some old writings of mine that i've just not posted before. Enjoy. sansa ************** The girl knelt on the dirt floor of the slave quarters. Her wrists were bound together and her arms were raised high above her head, tied so that she could not lower them. Harsh rope bound each of her thighs to her calves, more rope tied round each knee forced her thighs painfully wide, not letting her close them even a little. The girl's left thigh bore the fresh mark of Ownership, her nipples were freshly pierced, with new jewelry running through each. Juices dripped from the slave, her entire body flaming with a combination of pain and need. She'd entered this house two weeks ago, alone and afraid. She was not sure what she would find here when she first arrived, and only hoped it would be acceptance and love. A hand reached round her from behind, moving between her thighs to pinch her clit harshly. She cried out and for that, she received a smack across her ass. Whimpering, she trembled as she knelt there, wondering what more she would have to endure to be accepted by someone, anyone. Allison's life had been one disappointment after another. She'd dropped out of high school at age 16 because her parents kicked her out of their house. They wouldn't keep her under their roof after they discovered she was pregnant. Determined to keep her baby, she found a job that paid the bills and put food on the table...barely. After she delivered, her boss fired her when she wasn't able to return to work immediately after the federally mandated maternity leave time was up. He said he wasn't in the habit of keeping single mothers on staff. The paperwork officially stated she was terminated due to absences. Unable to fight it, she and the baby lived in her car while she looked for work. She was too proud to go on welfare, but did visit the local shelters to get assistance with diapers for her baby, and food for herself, as well as a place to bathe them both daily. Two months after delivering her daughter, Tanya Rose, she and the baby were in a car accident. Tanya's injuries were too great and the baby died after two days of life support. It was too much for Allison. She left the hospital even though her own injuries were not fully healed, and wandered the streets for the next three years. In the beginning, she wasn't street-wise in the least. Her belongings were stolen from her 4 or 5 times before she finally realized that she needed nothing but a small satchel that she kept next to her, the clothes on her back, and a blanket or two. She was raped more times than she could count. It was probably out of sheer luck that she didn't get pregnant again. But then, something Allison felt was even more unthinkable happened. She thought back to that day, body shuddering in the ropes as she remembered it and the weeks following it... It was the morning of her 19th birthday, and Allison awoke in the doorway of the abandoned warehouse, where she'd sheltered for the night, to find the police throwing away the few things she had left in the world, including the only portrait she had left of her beautiful little Tanya. She begged and pleaded with them to let her have her picture back. "Just the picture," she cried. "That's all I need. Please! It's my baby, the only picture I have of my baby! Please!" When they ignored her, she finally resorted to screaming at them. "Why are you doing this! Please! It's just a picture! Please, let me have the picture, just the picture!" They arrested her for disturbance of the peace. When she was released two days later, he DA saying they didn't have anything they could really charge her with, she returned to the dumpster where her baby's picture had been unceremoniously tossed out like so much garbage. Empty. It was empty. Her heart broken again, she wandered aimlessly for weeks until one day she noticed a man watching her. He sat on a bench across the park from where her thin frame lay in the grass. Her sunglasses were very dark so she was sure he wasn't aware she knew he was watching her. She studied his face. It was a mixture of things. She saw kindness there, and gentleness, concern and disbelief...disbelief? What didn't he believe? Pity and sorrow seemed to be there as well. He rose before she finished reading all of the emotions she saw there. Allison remained very still as she watched him give her one last look then turn to walk away. She thought she'd seen a faint smile cross his lips. Once she was sure he wouldn't turn around again, she rose from her place in the grass and hurried to follow him. She was very curious about this man who pitied and didn't believe her, who was concerned and gentle and kind, yet he was more than all of that. For some reason, she wanted to know what that was. She followed him for what seemed like ages. He led her through the tower district, the downtown area, through two parks, and across three bridges back and forth over the river, until at last, he came to an upscale area she was almost afraid to enter. Here she was, a vagrant, and she was following this man through one of the richest parts of town. Setting her jaw, Allison continued on. She hadn't come this far from her usual stomping grounds for nothing. She had to know what it was that drew her to him...and why he'd spent so long openly staring at her when there were so many other things, more lovely things, and people, more lovely people, to look at in that park. It had been two hours since she'd first seen the man. He seemed to have endless energy, and wasn't even winded by the time he came to what seemed to be his destination. It was a fenced-in piece of property at the far side of town, in a much less densely populated area. The properties here each boasted anywhere from 5 to 20 acres of land, and a few were larger still. He led her to what she was sure was the largest of them all. The gate was wrought iron, with many twists and turns worked into the iron, a very elaborate piece of metalwork, crowned with spikes that looked so sharp, she was sure could have doubled as spearheads. He entered the gate and paused a moment. She was sure he would turn around and find she'd followed her. Instead, she noticed he was speaking with someone. She made her way closer to look at the masonry of the wall when she heard a siren behind her. Cursing, she moved away from the wall and froze in place. She knew there was no way he'd miss that she'd followed him now. Not knowing what to do, she started looking every which way, hoping to find a rock to hide under. Turning around, she gasped and jumped back, nearly falling on her ass, as she discovered him standing behind her. The man smiled down at her as she stood there shaking. She could hear the officers getting out of their cruiser and walking over to where she and the man were standing. "Morning, Michael," one of the officers said cheerfully as he approached the pair standing there. "Good morning, Harrison," Michael responded, without removing his eyes from the girl. "Good morning, Keith," he smiled to the girl once more before lifting his head and speaking directly to the two Officers. "Is everything ok here, Mike?" the Officer named Keith asked, eyeing the girl suspiciously. "Yes, everything is ok, Keith, why do you ask?" "Well, we just caught this girl snooping about the fence around your property," Keith responded. "Yes, you did, indeed," the man named Michael replied. "Now, the question is, what do we do with her?" He turned to the girl. "You followed me a very long way, didn't you, girl?" he asked her softly. "Y-y-yes," she replied in a very soft, timid voice. "Louder, girl, and address me properly," Michael responded. "Ye-," the girl's voice failed her momentarily before she finally squeaked out a, "yes, Sir," just a littler louder than before. A half smile crossed Michael's face before it disappeared. Reaching up, he pulled the sunglasses from her face. She flinched slightly as he did so, as if afraid he'd hurt her, but she didn't move. "Why did you follow me, girl?" he asked gently, yet firmly at the same time. "I," she glanced at the officers, uneasy at their presence since she did not trust the police anymore after what the other officers had done to her not long ago. "I..." her voice trailed off and she began shaking, her eyes on the officers standing not far away. "Look at me, girl," Michael said suddenly in a firm tone. Her eyes snapped to him. Still trembling softly, she fought the urge to just turn and run away. But her legs felt like they were turning to jelly as his eyes caught hers and held them firmly in their gaze. "Why did you follow me, girl?" he repeated firmly. "I don't know why, I...I..." she faltered as her head started spinning and her legs finally gave way. The last thing she knew was she felt herself falling to the ground, and passed out as her head hit the concrete. ************** When she awoke, it was several hours later; she'd been bathed, and was lying naked on a sort of mat in a small room. Her head hurt some where it had come into contact with the concrete of the sidewalk and her stomach growled from hunger. She hadn't eaten yet that day. Sitting up, she looked around for something to use to cover herself, but there was nothing. The room was bare except for the mat on which she'd awoken. The door wasn't solid, it had bars on it, but it stood wide open. The floor of the room was dirt, and there was a bit of straw under the mat upon which she'd awoken. One dim light hung from a cable attached to a wooden beam that made up what little ceiling there was to the room. Pulling her knees to her chest and crossing her ankles, she wrapped her arms round her legs and laid her head atop her knees, trembling with cold and fear. A tear slipped down her right cheek, warm against her chilled skin. Another followed it a few seconds later. Before long, she was sobbing uncontrollably, the feelings she'd suppressed the past two years flooding her suddenly. The man, Michael, came in and took her into his arms, holding her and caressing her, speaking soothing words to her. She rested her head against his shoulder and cried until the tears would no longer fall. When that happened, she just stayed there, tearlessly sobbing in his arms. She finally went silent, hardly daring to breathe and trembled as she realized she was enjoying the contact with this other human being. His touch was tender, caring, and soothed the ache in her heart. It was the first of such contact she'd had with another human being since her baby died two years ago. He held her for a while before his caresses started moving from her shoulder and arm to her back. His other hand started caressing her thigh. Allison was lost in her own thoughts, enjoying the contact, and didn't notice until too late, that his hands were exploring, not just caressing. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized how sensually his hands were as they moved across her skin. "Please don't," she whispered, her heartbeat increased slightly as she begged him not to continue. He paid no heed to her words, his hands moving across the backs of her thighs to softly stroke the lips between them. "Mmmm...no, please, don't," she said softly, not fighting, but not wanting his hands to go any further. Again, no heed was paid to her, as the fingers spread the lips and found the nubbin concealed between them. She squirmed, placing her hands on his chest to try to push away, but it was of no use, his right arm trapped her while the fingers of his left hand massaged her clit, softly at first, then more firmly when she relaxed. Allison buried her face in his shoulder, knowing and finally resigning to the knowledge she could do nothing but accept this. Clearly, she was not going to escape from his hold. When she did this, he relaxed his grip on her and pushed her thighs apart. Just then, another girl, also naked, but this one wearing something around her neck -- a metal collar! -- came into the room and knelt beside the man. Allison whimpered softly, scared yet aroused at the same time from the continuous stimulation of her clit. The man, Michael, leaned his face toward Allison's and spoke softly to her. "What do you want, girl?" the man whispered to her, his voice kind yet demanding at the same time. "I...I want you to stop, please stop," she whispered back to him. "No, girl, you don't want me to stop," he replied. "Yes, yes, please stop," she said. "I don't want to be raped again...please," she begged, the pitch of her voice slowly raising before dropping again to nearly a whisper. "Please don't. I'll do anything you want, just don't rape me." The tears started anew, and she again sobbed into his shoulder, all of the feelings she'd suppressed over the last two years again flooding over her. He started, pulling his face from hers and looked at her, surprised. He glanced to the other girl, nodding to her, and the girl rose and left in a hurry. "I'm not going to rape you, little one," he said soothingly to her. "But I'm not going to stop touching you either." His hand hadn't stopped massaging her clit, not even when she'd surprised him with her words. "I...don't...want...you...to...to...touch...me," she said between sobs. "It's not about what you want, little one," he said calmly. "It's about what you need, and you need this. You need release of a great many things, and I will help you with them, but you cannot fight me." She stiffened in his arms as a finger moved to the opening to her body. She started shaking as it slipped in. "No!" she said, louder this time, struggling in his arms. "No! Don't do this!" His finger went further inside, his thumb moving to massage her clit again. She was wet, her body betraying her mind. "Please!" she shouted suddenly. "Please stop! Don't do this!" He noticed two girls standing at the door, watching, surprised at the reaction of the new girl. He moved his head slightly, beckoning them over and indicated Allison's legs. Each girl took hold of a leg, tightly, and held them open. "Stop struggling, girl," Michael told her calmly. "I am not hurting you. You are feeling very good right now. You are enjoying this," he said in a soothing voice. "No, no I'm not enjoying this," Allison replied. "I don't want you to do this. Stop, please stop." Her voice was a little calmer this time. She was giving in to the sensation and he knew it. The first girl came back into the room and began caressing Allison's face and hair, moving her hands down her back and round to her belly. Her hands were gentle and soft and Allison relaxed a little as the sensations of being held and touched and groped began sending her toward something she hadn't experienced before, from the touch of another. She moaned softly as the girl's hands moved to massage her breasts, fingers rolling her nipples between them gently. Michael added a second finger to his intrusion into her body and she stiffened as she felt her muscles stretch slightly to accommodate him. She hadn't felt a man touch her in any way in almost a year. She'd guarded herself closely in that time, not letting herself get near anybody, least of all men. She slept short and light, always moving to a new place about every two or three hours. She only ever slept any longer in the broad daylight, and only in places where there were a lot of people. Usually that was under a tree in a park. She wasn't going to allow herself to get raped again. Yet here she was, not really fighting this man whose fingers were invading her body, who was touching her against her will. And she had to admit: she didn't want it to stop. She kept telling him to stop, begging and pleading with him not to do this, but her body was betraying her words. She began squirming in his arms, this time not trying to get away, but trying to move his fingers deeper into her. Her hips rose every time his fingers moved in and lowered when he pulled them almost all the way out. Nodding to one of the girls, he turned his face to Allison while the girl ran off. "Do you want more than just fingers, girl?" he asked her softly. "Perhaps something that gives you even more sensations?" The question wasn't really meant for her to respond affirmatively or negatively to. He planned to do what he knew she needed no matter the answer she gave him. And he did just that. Pulling his fingers from her, he pressed something else to her opening. Her hips raised again as it touched her and he started moving it slowly inside. It was thicker than his two fingers, but not too much for her to handle. It felt cool but was warming as it entered her. She moaned as it filled her slowly. "This is a vibrator, girl," he told her gently as he continued to slowly push it into her. "When I turn it on," he paused as one of the girls reached over and turned the dial, the vibrator responding with a soft whirring sound. He smiled when Allison stiffened as the vibrations started deep inside her pussy. "When I turn it on, you feel a very welcome sensation deep inside that sweet pussy." He started pulling it back out and she whimpered, her hips rising as if she didn't want it to leave her body. "Ah, ah, aah," he reprimanded. "I will move it back in when I am ready for it to, and you will wait patiently for it to return, girl." He started slipping it back in, a little faster than the first time, and before long, he was moving it in and out of her at a steady rhythm. Allison panted and moaned, her thoughts of wanting this to stop forgotten for the moment. All she wanted now was release. The vibrator deep inside her pussy, the girl's fingers pinching and pulling her nipples, the other two girls holding her open, all of it was pushing her quickly toward it. "If I give you release, what will you give me, girl?" the man asked her. "Wha...?" she asked, not fully forming the word as one of the girls suddenly turned the dial on the vibrator, increasing the vibrations. She gasped and shuddered, somehow knowing she shouldn't cum just yet, yet wanting to so badly. "What will you give me if I give you release?" He repeated. "I...don't know...what you...want from me," she said slowly as she panted and moaned, squirming in his arms. "I want you," he said simply. "I can't...I can't..." she couldn't seem to finish the sentence, as each time she said 'I can't' one of the girls increased the vibrations. She was so close yet so far away. Her body wouldn't complete what it was building toward, and she didn't know why exactly. She knew that for some reason, even though she was upset and confused by the invasion, she wanted him to be pleased with her. She knew that she loved being in his arms. She knew she liked these other girls touching her, as well. But she didn't know why she didn't just cum. "Please! Please let me..." she paused, not fully ready to say it, but in such need. A Strange Few Weeks He nodded to one of the girls, who turned the vibrator off. He pulled it from Allison's pussy and she whimpered. "No, please don't stop," she whispered, not believing she was begging him to continue. She felt his hand under her chin, tilting her face upwards. She opened her eyes to find his staring into her face, emotionless, yet she could see tenderness in his eyes. Tenderness...and something more was in his eyes: need. He wanted her. He wanted her badly, and she could feel the restraint he was placing on himself. She gasped softly as she realized she wanted him, too, but how she would gain him, she didn't know. She was just some street bum. He wouldn't want her. The tears began to flow anew as the want in her body and the want in her heart overwhelmed her with confusion. Waving a hand toward the door, he sent the other three girls away. They pulled a curtain across the door frame as they left. "What do you want, girl?" he asked her. "I want..." she paused, not certain she wanted to admit it, but knowing she couldn't lie to him either. In the tiniest whisper, she continued, "I want you." "You'll have to repeat that louder, girl," he said to her, the barest hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. "I want you," she whispered, a little louder this time. "Louder, girl," he repeated. "I want you," she said out loud. "Please, I want you!" Michael smiled gently to her and laid her on the mat. "Are you sure?" he asked her softly. "Yes, yes, please!" she said, her body squirming as part of her response. He stood up and began removing his clothing slowly, allowing her to watch him and adding to the frustration at the same time. She trembled as she watched him, not knowing how she'd actually react when he mounted her. The need in her belly overwhelmed that nervousness, though, and she gasped as he dropped his pants, revealing his erection to her. His cock was big. She didn't think any of the bums who'd raped her over her first year on the street were anywhere near as big. She looked to his face, hers full of uncertainty. Bending down and moving atop her, he smiled to her gently. "Don't worry, I'll go slow at first," he said to her. "I will not hurt you, My girl." She gasped as he said 'My girl.' It heated her belly once more. She pulled her legs up, opening herself to him as he positioned himself to enter her. The head of his thick cock poised at her entrance, he lowered his head to hers and kissed her as he pushed inside, filling her slowly. She kissed him in return as the muscles deep inside her pussy gripped him. He stopped once he was fully seated inside her, letting her get used to his size. When she stopped trembling and started moaning gently against his mouth, he pulled out slowly before sliding back in. She moved with him, enjoying the feel of him, enjoying his weight on her. He wasn't a heavy man by any means, but wasn't a body builder either. He was soft yet firm, fit yet not exactly skinny. His height dominated her by a good foot, yet she wasn't exactly a short girl. When he realized she'd gotten used to his size, he picked up the pace little by little until he was thrusting madly into her. She screamed from the sensations, and from a need for that release he'd promised her. "Please!" she cried out. "Please, I need you to..." her voice trailed off as she couldn't exactly bring herself to say it. "What do you need, my girl?" he asked as he continued thrusting. "Do you need to cum?" "Yes!" she cried. "Yes, I do, please!" "Beg me for it, girl, beg me to let you cum," he demanded as he continued pounding her. "Please, I need to cum, please let me cum!" she said over and over. "If I let you, you will remain here, girl, do you understand?" he told her, stopping his thrusts and holding still, with his cock deep inside her, the head pushing against the opening to her womb. Her muscles clenched him, yet wouldn't go further yet. "I..." she stammered, not sure she wanted to commit to that. "You will be mine, girl," he repeated. "If I let you cum on me, and if I cum inside you, you are then mine, do you understand?" "Yes," she said simply. "Yes, what?" he asked her. "Yes, I understand," she responded. "Yes, what?" he asked again. "I...I don't know..." she stammered. "I don't know what you want me to say." He smiled gently to her and leaned in close to her ear, whispering softly, "You should say 'Yes, Master,' My girl." Pulling back and looking into her eyes, he waited there, not moving. He watched the emotions going through her eyes. Fear, uncertainty, need, all danced through them. In the end, one of them would win out, but which one? Finally, she closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them again, her deep blue eyes looking into his, and whispered, "Yes, Master." He smiled down at her and pulled out completely. She looked questioningly into his eyes as he rose from her and moved to the doorway. Opening the curtain, he beckoned the other three girls who'd been here before into the room. "You all may witness as I initiate My new slave into her new role, My girls," he said to them as he returned to her, this time with something in his hands. It was a steel collar and padlock. She looked at it and up at him, the fear returning to her eyes. Glancing to the other girls, she noticed they were all smiling gently as they sank to their knees, their bottoms resting on their heels, to bear witness. Pulling her up from the mat, he turned her to face the other girls then turned her so that they were at her right. Pushing her to her knees, he placed the collar round her neck and locked it in place with the padlock in the back then pushed her forward till her forehead was touching the ground, her ass high in the air. She trembled with fear and need as she felt him plunge into her again. She squealed as the sensations overcame her and she began shaking. "No, My girl, you will not cum until I say you may," he said to her softly yet firmly. "Hold it off, girl. You will cum when I plant My seed in your womb." Allison gasped at his words and fought to hold her orgasm at bay. She didn't want to disappoint him. She wanted to obey him. These were all feelings and thoughts she'd never had before and now, all of a sudden, she was having them in full force, yet she didn't feel ashamed about the fact that this man she'd met just today had just slapped a collar on her, was calling her his slave, and was now fucking her in front of three other naked, collared girls. It overwhelmed her and she trembled from it, and from the need to cum as he pounded her fast and hard, his hands holding her hips. "Are you ready for Me, girl?" he asked. "Are you ready to receive My seed?" "Yes, Master!" she cried out, the term actually feeling good in her mouth. "Please, Master, please cum inside me!" He roared as his cock began erupting inside her, crying out for her to cum with him, and her body spasmed and bucked as she heard the words. She came hard on his cock, her inner muscles squeezing him, milking the semen from his body into hers. He stayed there, panting, his cock still inside her, preventing his seed from leaking from her body. Turning to the other girls, he said simply, "You know what to do." A chorus of "Yes, Master" erupted from the girls as the hurried off, each returning with a few implements. He slipped from her and stood, his semi erect cock glistening with their combined juices. One girl knelt before him, taking his cock into her mouth to suck it clean. She licked the surrounding area, carefully cleaning it with her tongue, until her moved from her to pull his clothes back onto his strong frame. Another girl was kneeling behind Allison, fitting her with a large dildo that she strapped into place, keeping the girl filled, and preventing his seed from dripping from her body. Allison didn't understand half of what was happening, but she was too far gone in the aftermath of her orgasm to fight it. She also understood that she'd just given herself to this man, to Michael. He was her...her Master...now. She didn't understand the full implications of it, but she hoped it would be for the best. She didn't hear him as he left the room. She was too absorbed in the aftereffects of her orgasm and the sensation of being touched by the other girls. One of the girls guided her up from her position after the harness was in place. There was a small padlock on it. It was tight on her hips and there'd be no way for her to get it off until Master removed it. She sighed softly then looked from one girl to the next. It was then that she noticed he'd left. "Where," she started to say very softly before she stopped as one of the girls gave her a hard look and shook her head slightly. ************** Her attention was snapped back to the present, as one of the Men laid into her back with a bullwhip. She screamed as stroke after stroke assaulted her. Someone walked in front of her and forced a ring gag into her mouth. Her Master walked up to her, His cock erect. He was stroking it and nearing His release when He put the head through the ring and shot His load into her mouth. Tucking His cock back into His leather pants, He reached His hand out to the side and took a dildo from the girl standing there. It was, thus far, the largest dildo she'd seen. It was far thicker than Master's cock by a good inch in girth, and longer by two inches. Over the past several hours, her cervix had been softened with some medication so that it would open for this particular dildo. Now, she knew it was time to take it. The thought caused her to shiver with fear. She raised her eyes to her Master's face, hoping to find some sort of emotion there. She wanted to feel what she'd felt from Him that first day, when He held her in His arms as she sobbed, letting some of the sorrow from the past two years of her life out with her tears. She wanted to feel that He loved her, that He cared for her. She was certain she loved Him, but didn't know how to show Him. He lowered Himself to one knee in front of her, reaching down with one hand to feel her wetness. Taking the dildo in one hand, He lowered it, positioning the tip at her opening. He paused a moment to glance up to her face. He searched it for any sign of backtracking. There was uncertainty in her eyes, but He noted there was something more. Could that be love buried there? And so soon? Moving the thought to the back of His mind, He pushed on the dildo, slowly sliding it into His slave, watching her face as He did so. She whimpered a few times as it stretched her as nothing had ever stretched her before. It slid into her depths to tap on her cervix, which resisted only a little. She cried out as her cervix painfully stretched open the rest of the way to allow the thickness past it and into her womb. He watched with fascination as she panted and forced herself to relax. Reaching between her legs, He pulled the strap from her harness forward and snapped the end of the dildo to it before locking the strap in place. She whimpered as the strap forced the dildo even deeper into her. He rose at that point, nodding to the Man behind her to continue. He was very interested to see if the girl passed this test. The Man laid into her back a second time, and she cried out as best she could each time the whip hit its mark. The ring gag was still in place, causing her cries to sound a bit different than they might have. He considered putting a ballgag in her mouth, but changed His mind, deciding instead to motion to His boy, having him come forward. After whispering into the boy's ear a moment, the boy nodded, whispering "yes, Master." The boy approached her, one hand on his cock, and reached around to unfasten the ring gag with his free hand. Before she could close her mouth, he stuffed it with his cock. It was still somewhat soft, but the warm wetness of her mouth encouraged it to harden quickly. He stood there, unmoving, with his cock buried in her mouth, her nose against his smooth mound. His job was to gag her so that she couldn't make so much noise. Michael moved to stand next to Allison, then crouched down to whisper into her ear, "so far, you are doing well, little one." Her heart leapt at his words. She was doing well! It felt so good to hear a bit of praise from Him. She'd do anything to please Him, and He was telling her she'd done well. She listened as His voice turned to stone when He continued, "if you harm him with your teeth, you will never know the end of it, girl." Michael rose and walked away from her then. The words were as though etched in stone in her mind. The whip laid into her once more, this time hitting the tender flesh of her underarm. It was all she could do not to clench her teeth. The Man kept on, not letting up for what seemed like forever. Each time the lash hit home, she screamed around the boy's cock. Each time she screamed, she felt the boy stiffen slightly, the sensation going through him and causing him to come nearer and nearer a release she was sure would be denied him until he was due for milking. When the Man stopped, she was shaking from pain and a need to feel a Man deep inside her. The boy was also shaking from a need to release, yet he held himself very still within her mouth, not moving his hips even one millimeter for fear of the lashing they both knew he'd receive if he did. Allison wondered what she would have to endure next. Her mind was spinning from everything that already happened to her over the past two weeks. When she arrived here, she was a broken girl hiding herself behind walls designed to keep everybody and everything out. The exterior was nothing more than a shadow of who she really was. It was that little girl inside who'd followed Michael that day, and it was that little girl who knelt here, with tears running down her cheeks, as she felt the ropes holding her arms above her head being loosened. The boy was pulled from her, his cock hard as a rock as he was pushed away and bound with his own hands high above his head. She knew he'd not be allowed to touch his erection tonight. One of the Men released her knees then picked her up and carried her to a table, where she was placed without having her thighs released from their bindings. She was pushed forward and bound tightly to the table. She gasped as a well-lubed finger entered her ass suddenly. In that moment, she knew she was about to be fucked in her ass, something she'd denied Them thus far. She thought back again to the first day, after Master had left her alone with the girls... ************** "Where," she started to say very softly before she stopped as one of the girls gave her a hard look and shook her head slightly. She was going to ask where Master had gone, but at that moment, another man came into the room. Allison gasped and moved behind one of the other girls, shaking in fear. "Ah, our new arrival is ready for Me," the man said loudly. "Girls, you are dismissed. I would like to spend some quality time with the new girl." Allison gasped and clung to the girl she'd been behind, begging her not to leave her. "Please, don't go, please stay with me," she whispered, tears falling again. "Don't leave me, please!" It was no use, though; the girl pulled herself from Allison and hurried out of the room, pulling the barred door shut behind her. Allison stood, slightly unsteady on her feet after having been taken by her Master not long before this man came into the room. The dildo shifted inside her as she moved, causing her to gasp. "So, the little girl thinks she can say who stays with her," the man said as he stood there, allowing her a moment to get used to his presence. "She will learn a few things, though. She doesn't have any say in anything anymore. She is nothing but a slave, here for her Master's pleasure, and that of every Man that she comes in contact with." Having found no way to get past him, she stood quietly, watching him warily. When he took a step toward her, she took two back, until she was finally backed up against the wall opposite the door. He kept advancing, though, causing her to sidestep till she was standing with her back to the corner. As he came nearer, Allison became more and more panicked until she started whimpering and shaking. The man stood in front of her, only an arms reach away, staring her down. In one quick second, he was against her, his hand at her throat, hissing into her ear, "you will submit to Me, little bitch, as you will to every Man here, and perhaps even some of the boy slaves. You're nothing special, just another slave to fuck and whip. Now, you will turn around so I can fuck that tight ass, bitch." The man grabbed her by the arms and pulled her to the mat, forcing her face down. Pulling her hips up, and holding her with one hand, he pulled his cock from his pants and pressed the tip against her clenched rosebud. Allison struggled and screamed frantically, begging somebody to come and stop him. At that moment, Michael stepped into the room. He gave Allison a hard look before turning his attention to the man behind her. "John, My girl has had enough for one day." With that, he turned and left the room. The still whimpering girl felt the man, John, stiffen behind her. For a moment, he continued to press against her, but he stopped when she screamed as the head of his cock was beginning to push into her. Cursing, he pulled from her, grabbed her by the hair and slapped her across the face. "The next time I say you're going to be fucked up the ass, you'll be bound and gagged, and no amount of screaming will get Him to stop Me, bitch!" He raged out of the room, leaving Allison to curl up into a ball and cry herself to sleep, wondering when her hellish life would ever become bearable again. ************** A feeling of pressure at her tiny rosebud snapped her back into the present. She held her tongue, determined she wouldn't scream, no matter how much it hurt. Over the course of the training she'd received over the past two weeks, Allison had come to the conclusion that this was where she'd be for the rest of her life, and she might as well become accustomed to however they felt she was fit to be treated. At least she had food and shelter, she was protected from those outside the walls of the compound, and she had other girls to talk to. It wasn't but a moment before she was panting. The strain of trying to keep from screaming from the pain was wearing on her. She was unable to move, as her arms had been pulled down and around the base of the table, her wrists bound tightly so that her face was pressed tightly to the hard tabletop. Her thighs were still tightly bound to her calves, her ass was openly accessible to any that wanted to use it, and whomever the Man was behind her was doing just that. The Man grunted and finally thrust hard, his cock finally pushing past her sphincter muscle and he slammed into her till he was fully seated inside, causing Allison to finally break. She cried out as her tissues tore to allow this Man access to her body. Not pausing to give her a moment to adjust to the new sensation of having her backside filled, he began moving. His thrusts were hard and fast and before Allison knew it, he'd pulled out and she could feel warmth shoot across her ass and her back, and she knew he had not cum inside her. Another girl ran up as the Man moved into Allison's line of sight. The girl had a warm, wet washcloth in her hands and she gently cleaned his cock before he turned back to Allison. John leaned down and whispered into her ear, "I told you I'd have that ass, bitch," before walking way triumphantly. She trembled in her bindings, her mind a whirlwind of emotion, her body knowing nothing but pain. It almost seemed fitting to her. For the past two years, her mind had known nothing but pain, so what was so terrible about her body joining suit? A Strange Few Weeks She jumped as another cock slid into her still-open ass. It surprised her that His invasion didn't hurt nearly as badly as John's had. This Man was thicker and not as long, but His invasion was fairly easy compared to John's. Allison whimpered as her ass stretched a little further than before. When He started to thrust, there was some pain, but after a few minutes something happened for Allison. The pain began fading and she could see the glimmer of something else starting for her. His thrusts were becoming almost enjoyable. Her Master noticed the change in her. A moment ago, the girl was clearly racked with pain. He was relieved to watch how in the span of a few minutes, everything changed. He watched as Corbin, His Second, took His girl's ass. She was moving differently with Corbin than she had with John. He saw her shudder then her hips moved slightly before a soft moan escaped her lips. His slave was finally enjoying it. Michael smiled gently when she moaned louder, pleasure building within her, and He knew she had finally surrendered. As with John, Corbin fucked her until He was ready, then pulled out just as His cock began jumping, His hot cum squirting from His cock in thick streams. Michael had given strict instructions that no other Man's seed should enter this slave. Corbin moved as John had, to stand in Allison's line of sight so that she might watch another girl clean His cock with a warm washcloth before He patted her head and leaned in to whisper to her, "she was a very good girl for Me," before walking away, smiling at Michael. Nodding to a boy, Michael watched on as the boy chose two other boys to help him release Allison from the bindings. Together, the three boys untied her, then the first took her into his arms and brought her to their Master, gently placing her on the ground before Him. The boys then left the building, knowing they would not be welcome to witness the next stage. Michael gave each of His Men a hard look. They each knew in that moment that They, too, were not welcome for what would take place next. John looked at Michael in dismay. He and Corbin had always been present to Witness for Michael. Corbin took John by the arm and together They left the building, Their personal girls following close behind Them. Allison's limbs were weak from all she'd endured. Her legs didn't want to unfold, so she just knelt before her Master as she had the entire day, with her bottom kissing her heels. She was already trained well enough that whenever she was placed before Him, she always spread her thighs as widely as she could. This time, she couldn't keep her head up, and her torso had slowly sunk to the ground, so that her breasts and cheek were pressed to the floor. She remained there, shivering slightly, the events of the day having overwhelmed her body and her senses. Going to one knee before her, Michael lifted her head and shoulders from the ground and pulled her into His arms. He held her for a moment before looking to His other girls. Dismissing them with a nod, He carried Allison from the building, toward His private chambers. Allison could feel Master's arms around her and knew He was taking her somewhere, but she didn't know where. She wasn't sure she even cared. All she cared about right now was that she was in His arms, that the torture had ended, and that she had somehow survived it. She sighed softly as He walked, holding her tight to Him. It had been a strange few weeks, to say the least.