0 comments/ 31491 views/ 0 favorites Turn of Events Ch. 1 By: darkmisticnite This one has lived with it all her life. Born of two slaves, she was taken as property from birth. Her mother tried to hide her from her master, a cruel and heartless man, by saying the child was born dead. The master, whom had servants to tell him the truth, murdered the father, in hopes to find out where the child was. Her mother, saddened, heartbroken, spoke up as the whip slashed against her bare back. The child was in the woods, a tamed wolf protects her. The master, finding the child, brought her back to his manor. Thrilled with infants, he pampered her, and had all the other slaves and servants bowing to her will. He had always wanted a daughter. Now he would have one. Her mother thought differently. She attempted to kidnap her own daughter and run as far as her legs could carry. A servant guarding the child, now about six months old, stopped her. She lay dead on the stone floor till morning, a product of loyalty from the servant who was richly rewarded. Growing up in her extreme younger years, she was blessed with a name. The master called her Mistic. She was able to order about those slaves and servants whom slew her mother. She was told the story, and surprisingly accurate. She cared nothing for her mother, why should she want to be like her? A slave? Heaven forbid. So she played and enjoyed the attention the master poured onto her. When she was about seven years old, she became very interested in the training of the slaves. The master, enjoying her interest with his work, let her join in. She taught the newer ones to keep their eyes lowered and never look directly at any master or mistress, unless expressed by them at the time. Showed them how to kneel, in nadu and tower. Her master was taking a great liking watching her complete these tasks as well. His interest was not only in the way she taught, but what she was learning as well. When she hit her womanly years, she blossomed. She had many gentlemen who wished to court her, and the master allowed certain ones. Though when he came upon them in the garden late at night, after the servants informed him of her doings, his fatherly nature disappeared as he collared the gentlemen and sent him to the dungeons. Mistic, standing uncomfortable in her nakedness, was ushered into the manor, a blanket thrown around her shoulders. Once they were inside the manor, he half dragged her into his bedroom. There he took her to the bed and snatched off her blanket, revealing the body of a young woman, one of whom he has lusted over for years. After seeing her with his new dungeon slave he has stopped thinking about his "daughter" and about his slave. She sat there shivering in the once warm room, now cold as ice under his glare. Standing there exposed to him, her eyes pleading, tears fell across perfect cheeks. Her eyes search his, and see his grow cold, his hand raised, he slapped her across the face, leaving a large welt. Her head snapped backwards, surprised, he had never harmed her before. "Never look me in the eyes, slave" The cold voice, and colder words struck her like nothing before. Even the strike against her a moment a go, was nothing compared to this. Slave? His slave? How could she be his slave? She was his daughter, and he her father. "I'm sorry, master" Cringing speaking to him like that. Master. A blow to the heart. She looked up again this time her gaze not directed upwards to his eyes. He moved like a cat, and was once again standing before her, his hands groping her body as if she was a piece of meat to be bought. She shrank back, and this time was grabbed by the hair and forced to her knees. "Kneel before your master, slave". Forced to her knees, her eyes tear again as he removes his robe, tied only at the waist. Her head was perfect in height to see his raging hard on and she turned her head only slightly before he grabbed it and forced her attention. "Slave wants to see a man? You should have come to me, child, before attempting to get it elsewhere. Your nothing but a whore, just like your mother." Visibly flinching, she stutters out through her sobs, "Please no, don't do this to me" Dropping his robe he grabbed her hair and lifted her to standing position. "You know the rules for slavery, you have trained many of my slaves," and with that he throw her upon the bed. Seeing her thrash he grabbed the rope from the bedpost and tied her down. Then reaching over to the nightstand, he takes a collar, and fastens it on her thrashing body. Seeing her eyes wide with fear, tears pouring out of them, she grinned. "Did he take you first?" She shook her head no, but not by much she thought, he caught them in the middle of their first attempt. Before she could utter anything, she felt pain, not to unbearable, and perhaps even pleasurable. Looking down to where the master was, he had slid a finger into her pussy. Wiggling it about and stroking inside of her, she felt herself become wet whether she wanted to or not. "That's a good whore" With that he inserted another finger, this time quicker and more painful, enjoying seeing her cringe and whimper. She knew the excuse for crying out. Feeling her tighten against his fingers, her removed them to make sure she wasn't enjoying her punishment too long. "No whore, you will learn to obey my rules and mine alone, is that understood?" "Yes, master" she managed to stumble out, her breathing short fearful gasps, watching his cock become if at all possible, harder and larger. She didn't know what he was going to do with that but she knew it would not be pretty. To Be Continued... Turn of Events Ch. 2 Sitting there with her master groping her, he inserted a finger inside of her already wet pussy. Her gentleman caller was the one whom had excited her, although the master thought it to be him. Feeling her wetness, he was excited and disgusted all at the same time. How could she be so hot for him? He raised her as a daughter! Putting that thought out of his mind, he inserted another and began pistoning them in and out of her pussy. Tied to the bed, she moans, not one of pleasure, but of pain. None have violated her this way, her virgin body began writhing on the bed, trying to move from his penetration. Her eyes searching him for a weakness. Watching and training the other slaves had taken an advantage for her, she could spot weakness. Though in him, she found nothing, her eyes teared up once again and she forced herself to relax under him. Feeling her relax, all except the muscles that we tight around his fingers, he brought his other hand to her breasts, and started kneading them and pulling at her nipples, making them stand out erect and hard. Hearing her whimper only increased his movements, pistoning his fingers harder before removing them as he heard her moan despite herself. She watched his movements with something unnatural. Her body began moving with his hand and she felt herself become more and more moist. Despite herself, she began to enjoy her sexual encounter until she was startled and someone pained by her ass being violated. She could not see, but felt him run his hard cock against her asshole. She watched him move a pillow under her, raising her ass in the air a bit as she mounted her, his cock rubbing the asshole. He was grinning as he pushed through the tight opening of her ass. The feeling to him was wonderful, if not a bit on the tight side. His dick almost didn’t fit, but he was determined, no matter how loud this slave of his screamed. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, he would imagine. Couldn’t think she could get much strill. Another slave entered the room to see what was the matter, and then immediately headed back out. “Slave!” he called, getting the slaves attention. The slave turned towards him and then moved closer, seeing this woman that he had served many years, being turned into a slave herself. A satisfying grin appeared on his face as his master spoke once more, “Slave, quiet her, shove anything in her mouth.” The slave and mistic both understood at the same time, the only difference is the other slave was much more willing than her, she screamed with all her might as her own master pushed his cock all the way into her asshole. Leaning forward he spoke quietly, “And remember, if you so much as nick him, this will be your pleasure for the night, your punishment will endure.” Her eyes widened at the threat and before she could protest, the other slave shoved his dick into her mouth, she tasted the precum on it already and had no choice but to suck him. It was that or bite down, and she didn’t like the way things were going to go if she bit him. The slave moaned with delight as her master removed his cock from her ass and inserted it into her pussy. The change, so quick, made her gasp. She had never felt the ecstasy of being so close to cumming before. She moved her hips with the master, and began to enjoy the blow job she was giving the other slave, Gustav. She tried new things as she raised herself up to meet her master, an orgasm shaking her body, she managed to scream with pleasure as Gustav shot his load into her mouth. Her master removed him, sent him on his way. The master now, grinning that she had pleased herself, thrust himself back into her, with quick hard pumps, he brought himself to ecstasy, never before feeling the virgin meat. Removing his cock, semi-hard from her pussy, blood and cum had poured out. More cum that blood. Rolling on his side, he looked over to her, satisfied. “This is a start of a beautiful slavery, whore. We will have many nights like this one.” With that he stood and left the room, leaving her exposed and restrained. She heard his voice down the hall yelling “Free Slave!" Knowing that meant the slave was free for anyone to use, she tensed, and prayed to her gods, that non would hear him. Her prayer fell upon deaf ears, the slaves came quickly, with fevered attempts. * * * * * Stay tuned for the next chapter! Turn of Events Ch. 3 The words "Free Slave" rang in her head as she heard the many footsteps come down the hall as her master left the room. Still tied to the bed, she moaned in agony. How could he do this to her? She had dealt this punishment to others without flinching, she herself would have to learn to deal with it herself. She closed her eyes only for a moment before she heard one of the higher slaves speak. "I shall take her first." He was almost six feet tall, well muscled. He worked in the fields since he had been there many years before. It was the first slave she had seen whipped, by her orders. He did not do what was commanded quickly enough, and tonight, the gleam in his eyes told her that he remembered that day and tonight he would seek vengeance upon her. He removed his dirty clothing, the tunic and the breeches and walks around her, his dick, large as it was, was soft. She eyed it with terror, knowing he would violate her as her master did. She tried to move, but the restraints kept her in place, only succeeded in injuring her wrists and ankles in the process. He chucked softly as he addressed her, "What a beautiful specimen, slave." His voice lingered on the slave, for he was never permitted to call her that before. He leaned over, and slapped her hard in the face. The other slaves outside were now watching, waiting for what he would do, cheered, for she had no friends amongst them. He hovered over her a moment before simply indulging himself in long awaited glory of her breasts. Sucking and biting hard on the left, while kneading the right with his hand, tugging at the nipples, more painful to her, yet bringing himself all the more pleasure hearing her whimper. He felt himself starting to get hard, he sprawled himself out on top of her, pivoting his hips to brush against her pussy. He smiled as he looked up in her face and then seeing her eyes closed, he slapped her, hard, leaving marks upon her face. Her eyes started open and he grinned. "watch me slave, for tonight I shall be your master." She shivered beneath him. She knew that the male slaves were not permitted near the females so she could only imagine that this was a treat for all of them. Although they would only have till morning when the master came to have their way with her. She watched his hungry eyes as he moved swiftly, stabbing her with his huge cock. She did not believe that the size of the soft dick would fit into her pussy, much less it hard. She screamed as she felt as if she were being ripped open, the slave was relentless as he began to immediately make long thrusts into her, pushing her to the limit of pain as she knew it. At last, when the pain and agony of the day were too much to bear, she was too weary to stay awake. Even during the repeated rapes of the other slaves, she passed out unconcious, allowing them full use of her unresisting body. Those around took full advantage of her, several of the slaves at once. Though she would never have known it, she was lucky to have not be able to know what they were doing to her. Morning came and the sun filtered through the lone window, high up on the walls. She looked around at her situation and then sighed. She sat up, knowing that that was not a dream last night but a reality, for she was sore from head to toe. Wait a minute, she thought, I just sat up. She looked around and saw her bonds were removed and fresh water and breakfast was waiting for her. Things seemed to be looking up, slaves usually had to go into the mess hall and serve guests before they received the scraps. These were hardly scraps. She tried repeatedly to drown out the agony of being used, all the time wondering what her beloved gentleman was faring, no doubt worse than her. She tried to block him from her mind, but the look on the master's face showed her completely what was going to conspire. Though she could not drown him out, her tears drowned herself in sorrow, for if not for her pressings, they would not be here tonight. Shaking her head, more tears flowed, sobs racking her body. She did not hear the master enter the room, nor did she see him through her tears and self pity. Though he waited at the foot of her bed until her sobs lessened and the tears began to cease their endless flow down her cheeks. Once she had composed herself to something other than the pitiful scene he saw when he walked he, he announced himself. "Do you sit on the bed in the presence of your Master, slave?" His voice was harsh, she noted but not as harsh as it is with the other slaves. She moved wordlessly to the floor, where she knelt down before him, stealing a look up at his eyes. He was ready for that look and his hand quickly connected with her cheek, making an impression on her. "You know better, slave." She did know better, but she saw what she had needed, he still held compassion for her, hopefully, he would be easier on her now. She thought she was right when he whisled loudly for a slave, the one whom had her first last night came rushing into the room. The master, grabbing him by the collar, ordered a bath for her. "She is disgusting, bathe her, and not one hand touches her to please or torture her," he lifted the man up with ease, though the slave was taller and a bit larger, pressing his face against his. "Or it will be your head that rolls, understand?" A soft murmur came from the slave's lips, "Yes Master." The slave was dropped to the floor, and he moved quickly to Mistic, taking her by the hand, leading her off into the bathing rooms. The master trailing them spoke softly, "She must be cleansed for today she will begin her training as my personal pleasure slave." He laughed haughtingly, seeing her visably shaken by that thought, she knew those were treated well with food and cleansed daily, but the restraints she would have to endure for the likes of him terrified her. Turn of Events Ch. 4 She was finally bathed and dried, the slave helping her out, or rather sitting there while she bathed, outraged, scoffed when she asked for her clothes. "What do you mean clothes? Didn't you hear the Master, you are to be his personal pleasure slave." With that he grinned, a sadistic grin. She shook her head, feeling exposed in front of this man, though she had no idea why. He had his way with her last night, he knew every inch of her body. He made sure to ravish her before handing her over to someone else. She lowered her head in shame and followed him out the door. She entered the punishment chambers and curiously, she asked why he was bringing her there. "This is where he said to meet him, so here you are," he chuckled lightly before adding, "I would behave if I were you, you know the rules." She scowled at him, "I do know the rules, but I am not a slave!" Her voice rose as her anger began to rise. "Oh yes you are, my dear, always have been, you were just treated better than us." His voice remained calm as her got more and more high pitched. He enjoyed taunting her, getting the better of her. He bided his time for the moment where he could witness her breaking. "I am better than you, slave, I am free!" She shook her head, tears forming in her eyes as she felt the sharp snap and a burning sensation on her back. Startled she watched in wide eyed horror as she saw the slave lower to his knees and look down. She then knew the master had been there the entire time. "You are not free, my little slut, you are my property and shall remain for as long as you please me." He walked around in front of her and motioned for his top slave to stand and be his disciplinarian. He knew of the contempt the male had for her, and allowed him to use it as a prize of good behavior. "Since when does a slave stand in my presence without permission Mistic?" She went to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth a cry escaped her lips as she fell to the ground on her hands and knees. The slave eyed her body lustfully and then turned his eyes away. Standing behind this beautiful creature, naked and bent over was almost too much to stand. The master grinned seeing the slave's member come to life in his tight breeches and nodded for him to remove them. Mistic, looking down did not see the exchange. "Today you will be trained, slave, for my personal use. If you please me I will allow the guests of this house use you, and they will be pleased. It has been some time since I have been able to allow a guest to use one of my slaves." Her voice dripping with scorn she looked up and spoke venomously, "Never." He nodded to the slave, for the first time speaking his name as if he were something more than a slave, "Michael." She turned her head to late, the master slapped her face to get her to stop as Michael thrust his long shaft into her tight box. An ear piercing scream echoed in the room as the master laughed, motioning for Michael to remain fully inside her without moving. Once she calmed down, he smiled, kneeling down in front of her, forcing her eyes up to his. "If you remain a good slave, he will not move but to exit your sex, however if you do not behave, or answer me accordingly, then you will suffer his will inside you." Shaking his head he added, "I don't believe you would be able to handle that long, he is quite aroused. She nodded her head, looking down ashamed, wondering if she could escape somehow yet knowing it was impossible. Michael, holding onto her hips, throbbing inside of her would be a feat in itself, while the master stood opposite him. She could not think of any way around them. "Now you little whore, I want you to lean forward." When she frowned at the request, not to disobey but thought it was quite strange a request, she felt the male pull out of her and thrust back in once more, paining her. She moved forward quickly, though he remained his pumping until she began to enjoy herself, becoming wet, dispite her dislike for the other slave, she wondered why he continued, she leaned forward. The master motioned for him to cease as he saw her starting to enjoy it. Michael did as was commanded and stopped, in mid stroke. "Very good, slave, now I shall try this." He walked around behind her and moved the slave from his way. "Lay under her, and please her, I want her to enjoy this." Scowling, though he would never let the master know this, he moved under her, his face under her snatch, watching his master stroke his shaft against her lips before pushing them slowly inside. Hearing the sharp intake of breath from both he decided he had better get to work, his own member paining him while having to watch up close and personal the makings of this act. He grabbed her breasts in one hand, massaging them seductively, not like the night before, while his tongue reached her clit, licking and teasing, hearing her actually moan in the process. This aroused him even more, however tasting her did it for him, he moved his hand to the shaft of his own dick and was stroking, before timing himself just right and shoving it in her open mouth, praying that she would think it to be punishment and not remark on it. Mistic began moaning in pleasure as the slave stroked her clit with his tongue. The master pistoning inside of her at a pleasurable pace, over heard her and slapped her ass moaning himself, "That's a good little slut." She raised her ass higher into the air, having him thrust deeper inside of her, close to cumming herself. Since the inexperienced woman had not had a man before her master, she did not know the tell tale signs of a man on the verge of cumming. She frowned at the new sensation of his member throbbing and then began to enjoy it, bringing herself closer to the edge. She started moaning regularly, not really understanding that she was about to cum as well, until, well she did. The sensation was incredible. Her insides felt almost as if she were being tickled, though with a much more pleasurable effect, she moaned loudly, which in turn changed to a scream of pure delight. Her muscles tightened against the master's and she felt the hot load shoot into her. The slave underneath, paid no attention and kept up his task even after she had cum. She was exhausted and begged to have him stopped, but the master simply pulled out and ordered him to clean her. He went from the clitoris to her snatch where he dived in on the task. Not the most enjoyable one for him, but surely the most pleasure this female had ever received. Once she realized he would not give up and let her be, she began to enjoy herself more and more, letting go once more before he finished, at last drinking the juices that flowed down her thighs from his pleasing.