6 comments/ 51004 views/ 14 favorites Livi's New Leash Ch. 01 By: odgreen The story is a work of fiction. No one was hurt during the writing of this story. All characters are fictional and any mention of characters is purely for fantasy purposes. Rape is a terrible crime and the author does not condone real rape. This is going to be a multi-part story in which a young woman is kidnapped and forced into a life of depraved servitude. It's my first submission in this kind of thing, so please be gentle on the critiques! O. ------------------------------------------------- "Fucking economy..." Livi muttered, slipping her jeans on under her almost-insultingly-short waitressing uniform. She shoved the roll of approximately $56 in small bills into her back pocket and began turning out lights in the restaurant as the last person working -- for the fourth night this week -- and locked the door behind her. Just as she stepped from beneath the awning to head for the bus stop, thunder crashed distantly and a slow, miserable drizzle of rain started, breaking up the sticky heat of the night. She stopped a moment and suppressed a screaming fit. It was 11pm and no cars were anywhere on the street. The traffic light in the distance had just gone from its standard operation to that annoying blinking thing it does when no one's manning the controls. The summer air was still warm, despite the impending downpour. Sweat beaded on Livi's skin as she stood at the bus stop. Checking her phone, she was relieved that there were only 5 minutes until the next bus. Plenty of time to rethink her life. At 25, she was afraid she had already peaked. Her expensive degree in architecture had been rendered useless by the failing economy and subsequent disintegration of the firm she'd worked for. Following a string of odd jobs and some freelancing that resulted in late rent payments and credit glitches, she finally landed a position through a friend of a friend where she made enough to pay her bills and not want to kill herself. Her tiny apartment and her cat were the only real obligations aside from the school loans and a cell phone bill. There were many nights, however, where she wished she'd started stripping. If she was going to be eyeballed by truckers, at least they wouldn't be able to grab her ample ass without paying for it or at least getting bounced by a large bearded guy. 10 Minutes now had passed with no sign of the bus. Another crash of thunder and almost instantly the downpour started. Within seconds, she was soaked to the skin, her uniform all but pasted to her and jeans weighing heavily on her legs. Cursing, she ran back to the door of the restaurant and decided she'd wait inside for a cab. Looking off to the side of the restaurant, she spotted what looked like a black Suburban, parked oddly in the middle of the lot. She hadn't noticed it there before. There didn't seem to be anyone in it and she just assumed it was a drunken patron of the bar next door, so she left it alone and went fishing in her purse for the building's keys. Just as she inserted the key into the lock, she was struck from behind and slammed up against the door. The key in the lock stabbed her beneath her ribs. She tried to cry out, but the large man shoving her into the door had one hand wound into her hair, pressing her face into the glass while looping her wrist through a slipknotted rope. Her other hand was pinned between her body and the door knob. Livi was still trying to push back, struggling against her attacker, but he pulled her head back by her hair and slammed it into the wooden part of the door, stunning her. With Livi temporarily subdued, the man grabbed her other wrist and bound it behind her back as well. Livi stumbled backward as he took his weight from her. He hoisted her up over his shoulder. Her soaked jeans pulled down slightly as he carried her to the trunk of the Suburban. He unloaded Livi into the trunk while she was still disoriented. She began to kick when she felt him stripping off her jeans. "No! Please no!" She shouted, unable to clearly see her assailant through the hair matted to her face by the rain, sweat and blood of her head wound. She started to scream as he threw the jeans into a large garbage bag. He climbed into the bed of the truck, straddling his prey and placed a large hand around her throat, pressing down until she choked on her scream. "Shut. Up." He said quietly but firmly. "Do you understand?" Livi's breathing was heavy and frantic. She stared at him wide-eyed a moment, taking in the dark shadow of his face, making out fairly slender features. He had a short beard and smelled of cigar smoke and leather. She smelled the latex of the glove he wore to grip her throat. He wasn't drunk. This was planned. She nodded. The man released her neck and reached into a small box beside her head, pulling out a syringe. Livi's eyes followed his hands. "What is that?" She asked, terrified. "Please don't do this. What are you doing?" The man removed the cap of the syring silently, pinched the side of Livi's bicep and stuck her quickly. Livi began to cry. "What do you want?" She sobbed. She repeated the question as he climbed off of her and resumed binding her ankles. She kicked with some force, but it wasn't more than 30 seconds before the power left her legs and Livi's vision began to fade. Her head became too heavy to lift to watch him and she could no longer control her mouth to keep begging. She heard the trunk door slamming and the man's footsteps on the gravel lot returning to the restaurant door, presumably to grab the keys and any other possible evidence of Livi's having been there. The sound of her heartbeat flooded her ears as she saw through squinted eyes the cabin light come on. The truck vibrated and there was a lurching motion as they began to move. Then all was quiet n dark. -- Livi awoke groggily to faintly playing classical piano. She was in a dark, damp room with a wood floor. The only light being supplied by a small window through which she could see the edge of the moon and tips of distant trees. She was chilled, lying on a stack of pillows on the floor in just her blue panties and bra. She gasped and tried to bring her arms in to cover herself, but found that they were still bound behind her back. The movement made her shoulders ache. Her fingertips were cold from the loss of circulation. A breeze blew in through the open window, touching the sweat on her skin and prickling her flesh to goosebumps. Her nipples hardened against the interior of the bra. Her head hurt from the violent contact with the door earlier. It was heavy and hard to raise and she lifted herself into a sitting position. A cool, heavy chain dropped down her back, pulling at a broad leather collar around her neck, making it hard to swallow for a moment or two. She gathered her feet beneath her, but failed to stand. There was sound outside. Someone was there. Unsure what to do, she called out, quietly at first, lest the man who put her here come running. "Hello?" She repeated, louder and louder each time. "Someone please help me." She said. With no response, she gathered whatever strength she could muster and stood on wobbly legs to walk over to the window. She had to stand on her toes to see out of it. She stretched her arms behind her but found that instead of the rope, her wrists were bound in thick leather cuffs; more comfortable, but harder to remove. There were two men beneath a tree, loading some things into a truck just beyond the range of a floodlight directly above her window. "Hello?" She called out through the window. They stopped and looked over at her. She couldn't make out their faces, but they were looking at her. "Please." she choked. "My name is Livi Green. I've been kidnapped and I'm tied up in here..." "Your name is 'Cunt' and they don't give a shit." A voice came from the doorway to her room and she gasped and stumbled backward, the surprise almost making her vomit. It was the man who had kidnapped her. He was tall, practically filling the doorway. He was not old. His brown hair was cut neatly as was his beard and he peered at her through steely gray eyes. He looked clean. Professional, even. Outside of this scene, one would even venture to say he was attractive. His voice sent chills throughout her body, almost making her legs collapse again. He stood with his hands at his side, a large ring on the left hand and a whip gripped in the right. As he walked toward her, she stepped backward, trying to disappear into the corner. A corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. "You can't get away from me, Cunt." "Why are you calling me that?" She asked quietly, still trying to shrink backward into something. He walked closer to her, knowing there was nowhere she could really go with that chain affixing her to the wall. Her back was pressed against the wall, finally and he closed in, raising his left hand to her chin, gently at first. Then she tried to jerk her head away, and the amusement in his eyes left and he gripped her jaw hard enough for her to taste blood. She stood frozen, staring his in his eyes. "I'll be brief since you have some work to do." He said calmly. "My name is Sir. You are now mine. I'll consummate it beating you bloody or with my cum in your holes, but rest assured you are mine. There is no escaping from this place. You will be broken. You will be bred. You will do any any everything required of a woman and a slave and eventually it will be the only thing you know." There was a certainty in his eyes and in his tone that terrified her. She tried to speak but her throat had run dry and his grip on her face wasn't helping. Drool was leaking from the pinched corners of her mouth and he released her in what she would come to know as a gesture of kindness -- allowing her to speak. "Why me?" she nearly sobbed. "Your life is proof of why feminism fails." He said, almost amused again. "Back in the barefoot and pregnant days, your life would have been simpler, don't you agree?" He nearly chuckled. "It's just your luck that I've sought you out and intend to return the natural order to things. One arrogant cunt at a time." He pulled her back to the center of the room via the ring on the front of her collar. She dragged her feet back to the center. He placed her under the spotlight and unsheathed a small knife, cutting away the remainder of her clothing. She squirmed as he did so. "Stay still." He said sternly. Her heavy D cup breasts fell from their harness, nipples betraying her lack of arousal, presenting themselves as her arms behind her back pushed them outward. He flicked them. "How do you feel about implants?" He asked. Her legs began to shake. "Nevermind, doesn't matter." He walked around, inspecting her, grabbing her ass as she began to sob. "Bend over." He ordered. She didn't move. A moment of silence and then she heard him take a step back and a flash of pain across her back took her breath away as the whip came down. "I only give orders once. Let's keep trying until you take the hint." He raised the whip again and then brought it down across her back, the pain nearly making her legs give way again. She heard the whip raise again and bent over immediately at a 90 degree angle. "Good Cunt." He said. She felt his fingers, the only chilled things in the room, probing her waxed pussy from behind, poking and inspecting the folds of her flower, pressing against her asshole. He smelled her. "Nigger cuntmeat has a particularly thrilling scent to it." He said. The calmness in his voice was maddening, she thought. He walked back around to her front and ordered her to her knees. She straightened up. "Please just let me go, I can't do..." He slapped her hard with the back of his ringed hand, immediately leaving a mark. He didn't wait for her to recover before he pulled on a nipple, twisting it and pulling her downward toward the floor until she was on her knees. He wound a hand into her hair again and pulled so that she was looking up at him. "You'll have to earn use of your hands, bitch. Let my cock out." "How... without my hands..." "You're a clever bitch I'm sure you'll figure something out. Do it quickly though. I'm not a patient man." Livi studied Sir's jeans. They were button fly and he wore a leather belt. The difficulty of this and the expectation of punishment was making her nauseous. Her back still stung with a white hot pain. She pressed her face against his fly and used her teeth to drag the belt backward through the loop and undo the buttons, painstakingly. One of them cut her lip and she sucked on it a moment to get it to stop. She felt the bulge of his hard cock against her chin as she brushed against it, dragging the pants down to his knees. It peeked from the hole in his boxers. At least he smelled clean. He grabbed her by her hair again and told her to open her mouth. She'd given blowjobs before and could stomach the deed, but she worried something would be wrong with her methods and that she'd be beaten again. Her knees ached on the hardwood floor. She looked up at him and opened her mouth. He guided it in. "If you bite, I will remove your teeth one-by-one." He said matter-of-factly. She tried to close her mouth over it and begin, but he yanked up on her head. "No. Until I show you how to suck me off, you'll do nothing. You're a hole to me, and I will fuck you like one." He gripped her by the chin and the back of her head and guided what was easily a stunning 9" white cock to the back of her throat, letting her gag. As she gasped for air, he seized the opportunity to force his cock down her throat and held it there as she flailed around it. "Breathe through your nose. Get it together or you will pass out and I'll still cum down your throat." She struggled but calmed herself and began to breathe through her nose. He popped the fat head of his cock out of her throat a moment with a grunt and then forced it back in, this time jackhammering it in and out but never leaving her mouth. Her eyes welled with tears and the mucous from the back of her throat began to gather itself in her mouth and drip down her ample tits as he fucked her face. "Niggers have the best face cunts don't they bitch? I'm going to LOVE having you around." He said, not really caring if she heard him. He held his cock as far down her throat as he could for a while before he felt her begin to fade, then pulled out and let her breathe. Whether her pussy was wet or not, there was enough moisture on his cock now that he wouldn't need it. He circled around the back of her again and pushed her face toward the ground. This was the extent of the length of chain that tethered her to the wall. It choked her slightly as her face was pushed into the floor. He stroked his cock a couple of times and positioned it at the opening to her pussy, pushing in slowly, but to the hilt. She gasped as he took her by the wrist cuffs and drew back again, then buried himself once more in his new black pussy. His strokes were long and slow, but he felt himself bottom out inside her, nudging her cervix and that just made him harder. He asked her how she felt about having kids and then laughed, knowing the answer. He felt his balls tightened as he pistoned inside of her and pushed himself as far as was possible before he began coating her cervix with his semen, moaning about how fucking amazing it was going to be to have a dedicated whore in the house. He stayed inside her a moment or two, letting it all soak in, before pulling out and wiping the remainder on her ass. He ordered her to stay in that position as he left the room and returned quickly with 3 plugs and a small hand pump. A very round orange ball was inserted into her pussy, stretching her walls as he attached the pump and began to inflate its size to something that would not come out even if she pushed for it. A thick heavy metal plug with a fairly stiff dog-like tail end was lubed and forced into her ass as she cried and begged for him to stop. The tail part was left out, made to look like she was a bitch, wagging her tail if she moved. The final plug resembled a black dog's snout with a harness that fastened around her head. The interior of the muzzle held a shorter plug with breathing holes in it. As this was fastened to her head, the plug reached the very back of her mouth toward the entrance to her throat. It was uncomfortable enough to make her feel like she would gag at any moment, but not far enough to choke her. She was ordered to remain on her knees as he snapped pictures of her tear-streaked face, hair matted with sweat and humiliation. "This is your new uniform." He said. "When your holes are not in use, you will wear these. Tomorrow you will meet the good Doctor to discuss some other... modifications, and the other dogs of the house. They all love a good bitch." Other dogs?, she wondered. Did he have more girls like her? Or were they real dogs? Why would she need to meet them? Livi's eyes being the only thing she could communicate with, she tried to use them to plead with this monster but it did nothing. "I'd recommend you get some sleep, pet. You're going to need it." With that, he turned out the light and closed what appeared to be a cage door and locked it. He could always see her, but she could not get out. Once he left, she got up and tried to see out of the high window again. The plugs in her pussy and ass made the holes ache and gave her an awkward, wide walk. She tried to pull out the plug tail with her hands behind her back, but it was more painful coming out than it was going in. Looking out of the window, the two men from earlier had gone and dogs were barking in the distance. Livi's New Leash Ch. 02 Livi didn't sleep at all the first night. She had no concept of time as there was no clock and she had no idea where she was or what time exactly she'd been there. The night was cooling, though, and being naked in the bare 13x13 room was doing her no favors. It was to the point where she couldn't tell if she was shivering from cold or fear when she heard the heat click on, and curled up beneath the vent that blew directly onto her pile of pillows on the back wall. Every so often she would tug at her tail, the heavy metal base of which was implanted firmly in her ass. She'd whimper through her muzzle as the plugs rubbed against the membrane-thin tissue separating her ass and pussy. She wondered what she would do if she had to pee. She cried a little, being unable to squeeze the inflated plug from her pussy in order to get Sir's semen out of her. If she could get out of here, at least abortion would be an option, she told herself. Soon after she was left alone, she started inspecting the room for an escape. The chain to her collar appeared to be embedded in the wall. After much yanking, it hadn't moved. With her hands still bound behind her back, she could not inspect the collar itself either. The chain was just long enough to allow her to get to the center of the room where she would stand under a spotlight. A hook with a pulley system was cemented to the ceiling a foot or so in front of the light, and Livi tried to keep her brain from thinking of what it could possibly be used for. Her door was square-gated with something of a prison lock on the outside of it. She wondered if she would ever leave this room, and swallowed hard, trying not to pay attention to the claustrophobia setting in. She wandered over to the window where there was no discernible passage of time aside from the moon's moving across the sky. She lay as comfortably as she could, with her knees tucked beneath her and face in the stack of pillows, ass and arms behind her back. Her neck ached from the weight of standing with the chain weighing on it and it was nice to lay down. She couldn't stop thinking about this "doctor" she was supposed to meet. What "modifications?" The dogs had long stopped barking, leaving only a deafening silence in the room when she wasn't dragging her chain about. Her breath was hot inside the muzzle. She lay aching with these thoughts until the sky began to lighten. Livi closed her eyes and dozed off from sheer mental exhaustion, yet the rest did not last. It was bright, early morning when the little peace she had in sleep was interrupted by the sound of Sir's footsteps outside her gated door and the clicking of the keys unlocking it. The light to the room was turned on from the outside. Too afraid to move, she watched him with one eye, her face still buried in the pillows. Daylight did not soften this man for her. If anything, she was better able to see the definition in his muscles in his jeans and flannel shirt. His sleeves were rolled to the elbow to reveal strong forearms and even stronger hands. The edges of a tattoo were visible beneath the sleeve on his left arm. Today he was clean-shaven. His eyes still stared daggers into her heart. He still carried the whip as he entered the room, as well as what Livi thought was a dog's leash. He paused a moment, tapping the whip to the side of his leg. "Stand up." He ordered. Slowly, Livi raised her head and stood in front of the pillows before him. "On your knees, spreading your legs apart." She did as she was told. "You may sit back on your heels." She did. The plugtail smacked the floor loudly and put additional pressure on the ball in her pussy. She tried to remain still in the discomfort. He approached her and tilted her head downward slightly with his hand. "Look up at me without moving your head." Livi complied, her eyes appearing larger, wider and pleadingly submissive. "This is the way you will greet me every morning. If I decide to give you your hands back, you will place them on your thighs and stay there. When that light comes on, you have until I unlock the door to be in this position or your day will get off to a very bad start. Do you understand?" Livi tried to say yes around her gag, but noted the soreness in her jaw and ache in her throat with the first attempted sound in hours, and gestured a small nod instead. "Sonya." He called, sternly. The sudden volume and bass in his voice made Livi jump. A statuesque brunette with a quite severe bun and librarian glasses emerged from the hallway carrying a small box and approached Livi there on the floor. "I'll be back around 11." He said to Sonya, handing her the leash and whip and then backing out of the room. Livi heard a distant front door close and she was left alone with the mystery woman. She was beautiful by any standard. Her flannel shirt was unbuttoned low to reveal heaving breasts, dotted by beauty marks. Her lips were full and she had wide, green eyes, not the least diminished behind her glasses. She wore khaki shorts that exposed long, delicate legs, well-manicured toes and a single gold anklet with a plate on it that Livi couldn't read. "Lean your head down." Sonya ordered, squatting behind Livi. Her voice was authoritative, but not as frightening as Sir's. Who was this woman? Sir's wife? Another prisoner? Livi noticed the absence of a wedding band or collar. Sonya pulled a key on a chain from its embedded place in her cleavage as Livi leaned forward. Her collar chain was cold on her back as she did so. Leaning into her, she found that Sonya smelled very good. It was a small comfort that she and Sir were not some rapists out of Deliverance. She felt and heard the chain drop to the floor behind her as Sonya detached it from the back of her collar. She lifted her eyes to the open door, noting that she was no longer tethered to a wall. It wouldn't take much to knock Sonya off balance and make a run for it, but where would she go naked and muzzled with a tail here in what appeared to be the middle of nowhere? In any case, she watched Sonya pick up the black leather leash and attach it where the chain had been, wrapping the length of it around her hand to retain more control. Sonya stood in front of her and roughly grabbed her chin. "I am going to undo your wrist cuffs now, Cunt." The words dripped from her pouted lips like so much poison. "Try and fight me and you will be tasered. Do you understand?" Livi froze a moment before gesturing a nod. Sonya bent behind Livi and undid her cuffs. Her shoulders felt as if they'd been pulled inside out as her arms swung to her sides. She rolled them forward and backward, grateful to finally have some sort of feeling in them again. Her wrists ached as well from being bound so awkwardly for hours. Sonya yanked upward on the leash to improve Livi's posture and stop her squirming. "Let's go, Cunt." She said. Livi went to stand up, but Sonya planted her foot on Livi's tail, yanking her back down awkwardly. "You are a bitch, now." Sonya declared. "You will crawl like one." Livi was confused a moment, but an impatient sigh and another yank on the leash indicated that she should get on her hands and knees and begin to crawl. The tail swayed from side to side, creating an awkward pulling feeling in her ass, rubbing against the ball inflated in her pussy. The motion spurred on by the movement of her thighs against her mound was oddly thrilling, but she tried to pay no attention to it. She was quite embarrassed, but was in no rush to be tasered by the mystery woman. Sonya yanked again on the collar when they reached the doorway, almost making Livi choke as she swallowed. She explained that people, not dogs, go through doorways first, so Livi waited to be invited out by Sonya. The hallway was a decent width and painted a deep red color. She was led to a small bathroom at the end of the hall, and got a little excited at the prospect of being able to pee finally. Livi got a glimpse of the rest of the house down a hallway to the left, but it was so fleeting, she barely remembered anything of it. The large window in the bathroom was grated, but allowed for plenty of warm sunlight to get through. It overlooked the back yard of the house and a sort of fenced gardening shed. She noticed dog bowls inside the fenced portion. The dogs must have been inside the shed. The bathroom itself was the same deep red color of the hallway with porcelain fixtures. She was relieved that she would have an opportunity to shower or something. Sonya ordered her to stay as one would demand of a dog. She placed the box she'd been carrying into the sink as Livi stared out of the window, wondering what was happening behind her. Sonya applied lube to a now-gloved hand, pulled Livi's plugtail taut and rubbed the lube over what little of the weighted metal insert was exposed. Livi jumped and Sonya quite promptly slapped her on the ass, making her jump. "Be the fuck still." Sonya demanded. There was a dull ache now over one of Livi's ass cheeks as the initial sting subsided. Livi fought herself not to cry over the pain or embarrassment. Sonya massaged the plug in and out of Livi's asshole, working the lubed bit into her, then unceremoniously began to turn and pull on the plugtail. Livi's heart began to pound and naturally she clenched at the discomfort. Having had anal sex a few times in her life (more to please her boyfriends than because she enjoyed it), she knew it would just be easier if she relaxed. As soon as she did, the plug slid out with relative -- if uncomfortable -- ease. Sonya ordered Livi to sit on the toilet with her hands planted firmly on her thighs and not to move. Livi noted, with the smart-ass part of her brain, that this action was most unlike a dog, but refrained of course, from saying anything. "Don't get comfortable, meat." Sonya almost laughed, presumably knowing what Livi was thinking. "Sir and I don't pick up our dogs' shit." She squatted down in front of Livi and reached to her warm pussy for the ball Sir had implanted earlier. She pulled an air pump needle from the box she carried and affixed the needle to the ball which began to deflate immediately, plopping out of her as soon as it was able, landing squarely in Sonya's waiting hand. Livi gasped as her pussy was able to relax for the first time since her rape. Her stomach trembled as Sonya paused to look at her for a reaction. She hoped she hadn't done anything wrong just yet. She fingered the folds of her sore slit and noted that she was indeed still wet, Sir's seed incubating inside of her. A couple of thick globs fell to the toilet water beneath her. She then stood, tossed the ball into the box and attached the leash to a hook in the wall, leaving next to no slack in the rein. Livi was forced to sit up straight or choke herself with her collar. She reached behind Livi's head and undid her muzzle. The ache in her jaw was now much more prominent as it was the first time in hours she'd been able to close her mouth completely. Sonya fussed with the toothpaste and toothbrush on the sink. Livi thought about biting her, but the leash was too short and it would do no good since she was still naked and had no idea where she was. She squatted in front of Livi and told her she was going to brush her teeth and to open her mouth accordingly. She was gentle as she did so, and Livi's eyes avoided her, instead focusing on nothing in particular outside the window. She was given a cup of water and then ordered to spit. Sonya stood and began cleaning the various plugs and items she'd tossed into the box. "If you need to shit or piss, do it now." Livi wasn't sure she'd heard her correctly. "Sorry?" She croaked out. Would she really have to shit in front of this woman? She certainly did have to go, but really? Couldn't we skip this and move to the shower part?Sonya wouldn't respond, instead she kept cleaning the items in the box and setting them in a wire basket attached to the wall by the door to dry. She wiped the sink clean and threw her gloves into the trash bin angrily. "You're not going to go then?" She said finally. "I... I don't have to..." Livi whispered, not really sure what to do in this new and freakish situation. Sonya cut her eyes at the girl and then squat in front of her. Without warning, she reached between Livi's legs, her fingers searching for her slit. Reflexively, Livi's legs clamped shut around Sonya's arm. Sonya's eyes flashed furiously and she pinched and twisted a small section of the skin on Livi's left thigh between the nails of her thumb and forefinger, cutting her. Livi almost cried out as she was forced to open her legs in shock. Sonya's fingers found what they were looking for and she inserted two long, slender fingers up to the hilt in Livi's snatch, still slimy from Sir the night before. Livi sat rigid, horrified on the toilet and tried not to cry again. She squirmed in her seat, fingers fluttering on her thighs but she dared not lift her palms. "Be still!" Sonya barked, burning her eyes into Livi's. She worked her fingers up to the spongy mound inside Livi's pelvis and began to massage it the way one would to induce a squirting woman. It felt like entire minutes had passed and the sensation of needing to pee grew in Livi to the point where she could hardly stand it. "You're not a squirter are you?" Sonya asked in an evil tone, working her fingers furiously, using the other hand to push on Livi's lower abdomen, increasing the urgent feeling. "Well we'll certainly find out. If you don't have to pee, this will turn out wonderfully for you." Livi gasped and a moment later, started to go, the urine trickling out at first as she continued to try and hold back peeing on the woman's hand, but Sonya snatched her hand back, releasing the pressure, and beginning a hard stream that at once humiliated and relieved Livi. She wanted to put her head down in shame, but her collar was pulled taut against her neck. Sonya stayed in front of her, eying the girl with a self-satisfied smirk. As the stream petered out, Livi brought her eyes up to Sonya's again, unsure of what to say or do. "Let the bitch speak a few words and all that comes out are lies." Sonya said quietly. She stood up and very quickly slapped Livi hard across the face with the hand she had sullied, making her head turn. She went to the sink and washed her hands, ordering Livi to clean herself up, then grabbed the leash and had Livi follow out of the bathroom. She was taken outside where she was tethered to yet another hook near the shed, soaped down and shampooed, and then blasted with the gardening hose. Livi cried as the chilled water soaked her skin, effectively raising goose flesh on every inch of her. She was grateful they were in the middle of nowhere, so no one would see her. She paid particular attention to getting the soap and remnants of cum and shame from between her legs. There was barking again from the shed, but the dogs had not yet been let out. She'd never seen these parts of herself in raw sunlight before. Her olive skin seemed particularly pale with the fear she'd suffered over the last 24 hours. Her brown nipples had never been so hard they'd hurt before. When the soap was gone, Sonya wrapped the girl in a large towel and wiped the water from her skin, tousling her long, curly hair to dry it. Livi was allowed to sit on the brick patio floor as Sonya combed and placed Livi's hair into one long, rather tight braid. "This will be your daily routine." Sonya said. "You will not speak unless spoken to. You will never enter a door unless invited to do so. You will be offered one visit to the house bathroom per day depending on your use, so choose your activity wisely. Tonight you will receive an enema prior to inspection by the Doctor, and you will continue to receive them regularly as your asshole is used. Sir likes his bitches clean. You will be provided three meals a day. When not in use, your holes will be plugged. He has plans for you, Cunt, and I'll not see them ruined. He is now your Master. You no longer exist to the outside world. Fighting back incurs punishment. Rule breaking incurs punishment. Displeasing Him and whomever he wishes for you to please incurs punishment. Displeasing me incurs punishment. Over time He will determine how harshly you need to be broken and to what purpose. Complaints will incur purpose. No harm will come to your life. You are of greater use alive. However if you cannot be broken within His methods of discipline, or you are at any point a greater headache than you are a pleasure, you can and will be sold to someone who may not give as much of a shit about nigger flesh. In time you will learn your place and you will embrace it. You will have no choice." Livi's sobs were now fairly audible as Sonya explained the situation. Sold? How did she no longer exist in the real world? How does one break someone? Presented... to man? As opposed to what? So many questions, she dared ask one. "Are... you my Master too?" She ventured, and then braced herself for an assault of any sort. "I am above you but I am beneath Him." Sonya responded. "We are a part of a massive society that men rule. There are wives who are servants; me, and there are slaves. You. My duties are to the house, his errands, and keeping his pets and myself presentable. I am punished as you are for a failure in my duties. I have my orders that I follow, and my sole purpose is to please him in whatever way I can. You are little more than a pet. Less loved, but more useful." Livi had a headache now, her mind reeling from this talk of slavery. It was still morning as far as she could tell, but she found herself starving and yet hating the idea of eating. Sonya suddenly stood up and went for the leash on the hook, and guided Livi back into her room. The metal chain was reconnected to her collar, and this made Livi want to cry again. Tears rolled down her face silently as she was instructed to lay back on the mound of pillows with her legs spread. Sonya disappeared and returned with a waxing kit. She removed all of the hair from Livi's pussy, ass, legs and armpits as Livi lay there, clenching the pillows at every ripped strip. Sonya lotioned Livi's body, and Livi tried to convince it was at least a little out of compassion and not purely because Sir didn't like his bitches dry and ashen. She left again and returned with two stainless steel dog bowls, placing them in the center of the room, instructing Livi to eat, then left the room to busy herself elsewhere in the house. Livi was aghast at having to eat from dog dishes. The food looked like people food, however, a meat mixed with mashed potatoes it seemed. It was something she could eat without utensils, or technically, her hands. Not being watched, she did use her hands to scoop the food from the bowl into her mouth, and then drained the water bowl entirely. Sonya returned as if on cue, with a hand full of pills and a small cup of water. "What are these?" Livi asked. "Open." Sonya responded. She shoved the pills into Livi's mouth one by one, and made sure they'd been swallowed. She retrieved the wire basket with the plugs in it from the bathroom. "Oh please no..." Livi pleaded, eying them. Seeing them in the basket, they looked so much bigger than they'd felt and she began to panic again. "Shut up, Meat." Sonya spat, placing the basket on the ground and preparing Livi's cuffs. Livi backed to the wall frantically, not wanting to be bound again. "Please! I won't fight you just don't put the cuffs back on me..." Irritated, Sonya reached forward and grabbed Livi by the ponytail, making sure she could grip the base of the girl's head, and pulled her head forward off the pillows to the ground with a hard smack. Livi cried out. "I told you not to fight, you stupid bitch..." Sonya muttered. She pinned Livi's face too the floor with a foot on the base of her ponytail, and bent over, securing Livi's hands behind her back for the second time. Livi was all but screaming now, unable to resist the urge to try and buck the woman off of her. Sonya reached and grabbed a second pair of cuffs from the hook in the wall and bound her ankles this time too. Livi kicked her in the face in her blind flailing. Sonya checked to make sure she wasn't bleeding, decided she'd had enough and reached back up to Livi's head, punching her hard in side of the face, effectively busting Livi's lip. "BE STILL." She commanded. Livi gasped, startled that she'd been hit that way and was reduced to silently sobbing into the hardwood. Livi's New Leash Ch. 02 Livi's plugtail was replaced and Sonya cleaned up Livi's lip before re-attaching the muzzle. She applied makeup to Livi's face in order to make her more visually appealing even through the tears. "I'd advise you to relax before Sir returns this evening." Sonya said, gathering the bowls and things before leaving and locking the room. Livi inched her way back back up to the stack of pillows and stared out of her small window, listening to Sonya moving about the rest of the house and turning on a radio, listening to classical music, muffled in Livi's head by her own sobs. --------- Sir returned to the house that evening. Livi stayed awake most of the afternoon and was fed one other time, the led outside to pee again. Sonya administered the enema an hour before he got home and Livi had fallen asleep to the music. She was awakened when it stopped. The sun had gone down and she was in the dark, seeing only the light just outside of her room. There was another voice she didn't recognize, but her heart was beating hard in her chest. She sat up on the pillows when she heard a couple of sets of footsteps coming toward her room. It was Sonya she saw first, unlocking the door. Almost forgetting procedure, Livi scurried painfully on her knees to the center of the room and knelt there as she had been instructed, trying to keep her chest from heaving as she panicked internally. The room light came on, shining on her like a spotlight. Sir entered the room with Sonya following behind him. He looked displeased with Livi already as they looked at each other. Sonya had probably told him about the day's events. "It's never a good thing for you when I come back and you've been put in more restraints than I had on you when I left, Cunt." He said quietly. Livi's eye's dropped. She wanted to scream. This was insane. She should have been serving pie to drunken teenagers at the diner right now. Arguing over tips, bumming cigarettes off of truckers. Not this. "Bring her." Sir said to Sonya, pulling Livi from her thoughts. He turned and left the room and Sonya extended the leash from her hand and moved toward Livi. She removed the ankle cuffs first and then detached the chain, replacing it with the leash. "You are going to be inspected, Cunt." Sonya told her. "Stand up. You will be permitted to walk and stand in the room, and then you will be placed on a table on all fours, your knees separated and ankles crossed. Do you understand?" Livi nodded in agreement. Sonya reached around and removed the muzzle, had Livi bend over and removed the tail as well, then escorted her out of the room and down the hallway. The house was gorgeous. The ceilings were vaulted, painted walls were dark colors with warm recessed lighting shining down on artworks adoring them. Livi was led to the library/study where a fire was going in a large fireplace. A short, balding man in a sweater with a stethoscope was busying himself with a set of tools on a console table on the far side of the room. Sir was standing next to the bar, a glass of dark liquor in his hand. He eyed his pet menacingly, the fire flickering in his eyes. Sonya yanked on the leash to stop her. Livi stood with her hands still bound behind her back, chest out and eyes searching the room to figure out what was going on. "Doc." Sir called to the bald man. He turned around and eyed Livi. "There you are." Doc said coming over to her. Sonya detached the leash and stood back against a wall. He stood inches in front of her, inspecting her face. He stroked her skin and stared specifically at her slightly swollen lip. "What happened here?" Doc asked, but she was sure he wasn't asking her. "We had a discipline problem earlier." Sir replied. Doc nodded. "Mm." He said with a smirk. "The darker slaves have the most amazingly firm skin." He nearly salivated. He proceeded to pinch her arms, her belly, thighs. He lifted her breasts and prodded her nipples. Humiliation shook Livi to her core as she turned her head to glance back at Sonya, who stared at her wide-eyed. "Turn AROUND, Cunt." She spat. Livi's head whipped forward again. Doc walked around her, palming her ass, tapping it to test its movement. He tugged her ponytail, causing her head to jerk back. "This is a very nice girl you have here." Doc commented to Sir. "Undo her arms and have her get onto the table." He said, moving back to his tools on the other side of the room. It bothered Livi to have someone speaking about her as if she could not understand the language. Sonya approached again and unlocked Livi's wrists, leading her by a finger hooked into her collar to a low table a few feet in front of her. Livi crawled on top of it and positioned her body as instructed by Sonya. Sonya lifted Livi's chin to an uncomfortable 90 degree angle given the thickness of her collar and she was instructed to keep it there or she'd be whipped. Sonya retreated to the door of the study again. Livi fixed her eyes on a painting of a harbor of sailboats on the far wall. Doc returned to her with a flashlight and newly cleaned hands. He pinched her jaw painfully to open her mouth, inspecting it. He shined it in her eyes, ears and nose as a doctor would in any normal situation. He massaged her tits oddly, checking for lumps and inconsistencies in size and shape. He moved behind her and lubed a finger, running it down the barren crack of her ass and pushing slightly into her rosebud there, finding the resistance normal. He spread her cunt lips and fingered her shallowly. "When did her last cycle end?" Doc asked. "Last Thursday." Sir responded. Livi couldn't believe he knew that. How long had he been following her out in the real world? Doc went back to the wall and replaced his tools. Livi heard the study door close behind her and wondered if Sonya had left. Doc turned around and removed his glasses. The flicker of the flames played off of his pants it seemed, because he appeared to be both rock hard and huge for such a slight man. "What'll you be trying out tonight?" Sir asked him. Doc approached her with an evil little smile. "Let's see if she can suck a cock first and then we'll see." Doc replied. Livi was horrified and looked back at Sir. "You heard the man." Sir responded, sipping his drink and putting down the glass. When Livi faced front again, Doc's dick was inches from her face and practically bouncing. "Go on then." He said. Livi closed her eyes and opened her mouth just slightly. He touched the already sticky tip of his dick to her lips. She lapped at it lightly with her tongue for a moment, tasting its saltiness. Her arms began to ache. Doc sighed, enjoying himself as she suckled the head of his dick into her mouth, gradually feeding more and more of it into herself. He palmed the back of her head and began his own slow thrusts, only he would not let it leave her mouth at all. Livi felt a presence at her backside and nearly choked on a thrust. Sir was fondling her pussy. "Hmm... Cunt's wet. That's interesting, isn't it Bitch?" He almost chuckled. Livi felt betrayed by her own body as she felt the very familiar sensation of Sir's cock entering her. She groaned around Doc's cock, now trying to cram its way into the back of her head vigorously. THe could barely swallow, and the resulting slobber dripped in globs onto the table, onto her hand and down his dick. Sir was taking long, slow strokes as if biding his time, enjoying the natural slickness of her primed pussy, gripping her ample ass cheeks, spreading them to watch himself impale her over and over again. Livi's hands now gripped the edges of the table desperately as she tried hard not to gag on this old man's prick. His balls slapped her chin over and over again, sticky from her spit matted in his hair. "This is VERY nice, Alex." Doc said. "Mind if I get back there?" "Not at all." Sir responded, stroking inside of her a couple of times before pulling out. The two of them switched positions, allowing Livi a moment or two to catch her breath before Sir was in her face, pulling her head back up. As he put his cock shallowly in her mouth for her to lick herself off of him, Doc mounted the table himself. Livi felt him separate her ass cheeks and tried to turn her head in protest, but Sir gripped her head and pushed more of his cock into her mouth so that even her moan of protest was choked by it. Dock pressed forward slowly, his dickhead breaking the seal of her asshole with a bit of a pop and a low growl of pain vibrating around Sir's dick. He laughed at her as Doc pushed more of himself into her ass slowly embedding himself in here with her own desperate spit as his lube. "Oh FUCK yes!" Doc cried triumphantly. He pulled back a bit and then slammed his body back into her, watching her big ass ripple in waves as he did so. Over and over again he drove into her, balancing on the balls of his feet and pulling her ass apart to watch his engorged cock pinched and pulled, her asshole trying involuntarily to milk it for all it was worth. Livi felt Sir's cock grow still harder as he watched Doc anal rape his slave. He grunted and began fucking her face in rhythm with Doc's thrusts. He grabbed the sides of her head and impaled her throat over and over again as she choked. "Like this, whore? Love having two cocks in you? Trust me there are more where they came from. I just love watching my sluts fucking suffer. Take it fuckmeat. Take it nigger." Her torture was getting him off. Tears welled in her eyes now as Doc grabbed her hips and was pumping furiously into her, balls slapping against her now dripping slit. "You cumming yet, Doc?" Sir asked him. Doc grunted in confirmation and Sir sped up his slamming. "Hear that, slut? He's about to cum in your ass." He said. Livi attempted a scream, but this just opened up her throat for Sir to thrust home and he held her head there, his cock unloading down it. Livi raised a hand from the table in protest and put it back down lest she fall off balance. As he erupted past her gag reflex, Doc roared and pumped his seed deep in her bowels, his nails all but digging into her ass as he did so. Livi thought she was going to pass out when Sir withdrew from her mouth with a loud pop. Livi coughed and drool oozed from her lips, mixed with what she could cough up of his semen. Doc stayed inside her until his cock stopped twitching, and then he pulled out and climbed down. Livi's arms shook in fear, frustration and fatigue. Doc recovered his pants and went back to the far wall to clean himself up. Sir smacked Livi's ass as he went back and rapped 3 times on the study door for Sonya to come back in. "White power." Doc chuckled, a little out of breath. Sir smiled and shook his head. Sonya re entered and leashed Livi again, replacing her plugtail and muzzle then bringing her down off of the table on wobbly legs. "Now then, what modifications were you looking to get?" Doc asked. "We're going to bimbo-fy this one." Sir said. Livi's mind was reeling. She could barely stand, let alone pay any attention to what was going on. "Implants, silicone injections in her lips, take her waist down a couple of points and get some metalwork done." Sir said. Doc nodded. "I'll get you estimates and an auction rate by tomorrow night. I think you'll have a cash cow on your hands." Livi couldn't begin to understand what they were talking about. Her mouth and throat felt webbed shut and her ass leaked cum down the crack, allowing the tail to twist around awkwardly. For the first time she felt it would fall out of her. Sir motioned for Sonya to get her out of there. Sonya walked her back down the hallway and to her room, chaining her again to the wall. Livi was exhausted and just curled up on the pillows with her eyes closed as the light went out. Minutes later, the light came back on, and Livi opened her eyes to see Master and Sonya coming back into the room. She was disoriented and thought she was done for the night. Sonya disconnected the chain from the wall this time and tugged Livi to a standing position, binding her wrists again, this time in front. She was brought to the center of the room below the spotlight, wrists over her head linked to a chain fed through the pulley in the ceiling. Fear rose in her throat again, mingling with the cum stuck in it. The chain was pulled taut, shortened enough to bring Livi up onto her toes. Her fingers began to tingle in the tight cuffs. She was turned to have her back to Sir and the door. She heard the whip drop and Sir's chilling voice. "So. I'm told you behaved badly today."