4 comments/ 61328 views/ 29 favorites Mortgaged into Slavery Ch. 01 By: Zero_Infinite Lisa lives a simple life, with her sister and father in their little village. However, another bad crop yield means they'll not make it through the winter. Given no other choice she makes a deal that she will quickly regret. Authors Notes - I have tried to pace story and action a bit better. I have more written that should be released shortly, but thought this would be a good place to end the first chapter. There is a decent amount of bondage and more BDSM themes will play a part in future chapters. ***** Chapter 1 1. Lisa had lived her whole life in the same house, in the same village and with the same people. Well, other than her mother, she passed away five years ago when Lisa was just thirteen years old. Lisa had been forced to take over the role, looking after her sister, Sally, of ten and her father in her mother's place; cooking, cleaning, collecting water. It was a rough and hard life, but her family loved one another and for her that was enough. At least, it used to be enough. The village was experiencing one of the worst droughts in even the eldest members living memory. Three years they'd had poor harvests and it was more than they could take. Last year the village had sold almost everything they had in terms of wealth in exchange for enough food to survive the winter. This year traders weren't even coming looking to buy. They knew the village had nothing to offer and if food was this scarce elsewhere then they couldn't afford it anyway. Lisa did what she could whilst her father worked a field that offered little in return. She foraged in the forest, looking for mushrooms and berries, but even those were hard to come by now. She'd even run into other foragers from the village from time to time having similarly poor luck. The village didn't have any competent hunters or trappers and even if they did there wasn't any game to speak of and would be less as winter came. The village had been built on a land trade route that no longer existed. Some people said it was from when there was gold struck in the mountains to the east, others said that colliers used to first make charcoal here hundreds of years ago until they found a tree that gave better results in forests to the north. Whatever the reason the village had been built, now, it was just a remote place that on a good harvest could sell enough grain to live a modest and reasonably satisfied life. When a trader finally arrived it was a beacon of salvation for many. At least, it was a first. He refused to buy any of the few remaining items of worth left for anything more than a pittance and didn't have any food to offer. Harold, one of her father's friends with a barrel chest and a voice to match, confronted the man, "Then why on earth did ya' come all the way out here for? Surely not just to mock us!" The crowd made some noise of agreement with him. The trader put up his hands to ask for quiet, looking like he was trying to hush a wild horse. He waited for everyone to go silent before he spoke, his voice smooth and calm, "I am here to offer work. There are nobles within the city wishing for servants to work in their houses. You'll be paid a small sum upfront and then escorted to the city where you will reside in lodgings within their estate and learn to serve. For your work you'll receive every other Sunday off, meals and a small salary. I shall leave tonight with any who wish to come." His proposal roused more talk in the crowd, but it was not the sounds of angry accusations, but of serious discussion. Lisa also gave it serious thought. If she went with him, her father and sister would have some money to possibly buy some food if another trader came. Not only that, they'd have one less mouth to feed. She knew they didn't have enough food to survive the winter. This really was the only option. Her father had forbidden it when she had brought it up later that day. He said that it sounded suspicious and that they needed her, she pointed out that Sally was older now than Lisa had been when she started looking after the family. He said that he understood, but that he couldn't let her do something like this and that it was better for family to stick together. Perhaps he was right. But she had already agreed to the deal earlier that day and signed the contract. After dinner and after her father had fallen asleep in front of the fire, she had gone to her room and taken her spare pair of clothes and the small copper chain of her mother's necklace, they'd sold the pendant, and wrapped them into a small package. She'd written a letter for her father and sister and left it on her night stand with the small purse of money the trader had given her. She turned off her light and slipped out the window, hoping they'd think she'd retired to bed and not find her gone until morning. 2. Lisa and the trader had left that night as he had said he would. She was a little surprised that she was travelling alone and that nobody else from the village had agreed to go. It made her suddenly a little nervous. She was after all, alone with a man she'd never met before for the first time, but she tried to push her old fashioned ideals out of her mind and put herself at ease. He seemed quite nice actually. He had said his name was Quince and that he worked for a merchant's guild, that a ship with many trained servants on had sunk and as the guild owned the ship it had been their job to find replacements. When she'd asked why they'd not hired from the city he'd laughed and explained that it wasn't fashionable to have servants who were from the city you lived in. He was quite friendly, although a little closed lipped. He wore sturdy looking travelling clothes, made from good leather with thick stitching and knew a little about travelling from the wear around the cuffs of his jacket and the clean and refreshed look of the horse that pulled the cart they rode upon. They had stopped later that night at a clearing by the side of the road. They slept on the ground, he had a spare bed roll that she could use, that although a little stale smelling, was well appreciated. When she awoke she heard voices. She sat up, stretching and blinking her eyes open to see that a few other carts had pulled into the clearing. Quince was talking to a taller, larger looking man and after a few moments he came back over. "Ah, you're awake, I've already watered the mare, she's ready to set off any minute now, so see to any needs and we'll be off." Lisa sat up and rolled up the bed roll before loading it back onto the cart, "Who are these people?" He glanced around and smiled. "Just other travellers, a couple of merchants and some caravan guards, we're travelling in the same direction so we'll be riding along with them, it is safer to travel in a group on the roads." Lisa agreed that it sounded like a sensible arrangement. She saw to her morning needs before re-joining Quince on the front of the cart. That day was a much less pleasant travel than the evening before. One of the caravan guards, that Lisa was sure was no more than a common mercenary, had taken it upon himself to constantly berate her. He'd made lewd comments, a few distasteful suggestions and spent most of the journey with his eyes on her, anywhere but making eye contact. She'd heard one of the other mercenaries calling him Inx, not that she really needed a name for such a vile man. She'd asked Quince again whether they had to travel with these people, but he'd simply replied that it was better than getting attacked by bandits and it was only for a day and a half after this one. As they stopped and set up camp she wondered if she really could stand another day and a half of Inx's 'company'. As she brought back a bundle of kindling for the camp fire that one of the other men was starting to cook dinner over she was caught off guard as he landed a slap on her behind, "Got some other wood you can help me with, seeing as you're done with that, sweetheart." He said with a crude, brutish laugh. She jumped, her hands covering her rear as she spun around and gave him a venomous look. She wasn't one to lose her temper, but the boredom of travelling coupled with the emotional stress of leaving her family behind and his constant harassment had gotten to her. "I'm not your sweetheart, or your honeycakes, or any other name you come up with that is sickening to hear from your lips. My name is Lisa." She could and should have stopped there, but she'd been bottling it up all day, "Do you try and seduce every woman you meet the same way? Maybe the infamy of 'one inch Inx' is what makes you have to try so hard? Because, if you weren't trying so hard, there'd be no way to know if you were hard?" He stood up taller, narrowing his eyes and she was aware of how imposingly large the man was compared to her. She swallowed as he prodded one of his large fingers between her bosoms and gave her a small poke that made her take a step back, "Listen whore. If you weren't another man's property I'd be teaching you why what you just said was a really bad idea." She frowned and shook her head. She heard a sigh from Quince and turned to him, "Wh-what did you tell them?! That I was a whore!?" Quince shook his head and went to explain before he was cut off by a laugh from Inx, "You mean he didn't tell you that you'd sold yourself into slavery?" Lisa blinked and shook her head, her eyes looking pleadingly to Quince, but in the moment whilst he sought a lie she realised that Inx was telling the truth and that she had been an idiot. As she bolted from the camp she heard a few laughing shouts of men giving chase and as she ran into the woods she heard them stay close behind her. 3. She scrambled through the woods aimlessly, her dress snagging on branches, her face getting whipped by twigs and leaves as she continued her adrenaline fuelled sprint. But adrenaline only keeps you going for so long. Eventually she collapsed at the bottom of a steep gravelly incline. As she tried to make her way along it she was seized by two big arms that lifted her up off the ground, "Got you, you little rabbit." She screamed and thrashed as the caravan guard held her tight. One of the other guards came into sight and grabbed her legs, "For someone so small she leaves a trail to follow as large as a charging bull." They lowered her to the ground and pinned her down on her front. "Let me go!" She squeaked as a knee in her back squeezed the air out of her lungs and caused enough pain to stop her struggles. "Well she's hardly used to a life on the road, look at her! She's taken most of the forest with her." Another voice said, picking pieces of twigs out of her hair. As she felt something wrapping tightly around her wrists, pulling them behind her back, she let out a small whimper. They tied her ankles too and then Inx hauled her up onto his shoulder and started walking back to the camp. She struggled but he threatened to drop her and eventually gave her a slap on her behind that lingered for a rather rough grope. She shut her mouth and stayed still after that. Back at the camp Quince stood with his arms crossed and an unamused look as Inx put Lisa down beside the now lit fire. "Did you really need to do that?" He said in a stern voice. "Look at her! She's a mess, all because you couldn't keep your fat mouth shut!" Lisa blinked, the rather quiet and pleasant man from before was gone, the harsh tones and manner of Quince had changed into something much more frightening. Enough so that when he stepped towards Lisa, Inx backed away a little, even though he was more than twice the smaller man's size. He grabbed Lisa's chin and turned her head to face him, "At least her face isn't bruised, a few smalls scratches, but I suppose it could have been worse. You know that the damages to my property are coming out of your pay though, right?" Inx went to speak up but thought better of it. Lisa however, did not, "I'm not anyone's property!" Quince looked down at her as if he'd forgotten she could talk. He knelt down and smiled softly. She waited but he didn't say a word or even change his expression. She swallowed, "P-please, let me go-" Her words were cut off half way through the 'o' sound by a ball of rough fabric, that was jammed into her mouth. He tied another piece of cloth around her mouth and back of her head to keep it in place whilst she struggled and made small muffled pleading sounds that went unheard. "It's always easier to just keep them ignorant until the night before. The fear is still fresh then and they seem more lively and exciting, it fetches a better price. After the ride tomorrow she'll be exhausted and covered in scratches." Inx swallowed, "S-sorry sir. I didn't mean to. She jus-" Quince put his hand up and he went silent. He sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. "Just... get some food into her and clean her up." He turned to leave, but quickly turned back around to add, "And no... sampling the merchandise. Nothing; not even groping or peeking. You don't get rewarded for acting like a fool." He left them. They picked the plants off of her and pulled out a few thorns that had gotten stuck in her leg. They were quite quiet whilst they did so and didn't even try and touch her any more than was necessary. She'd be thankful for that if she wasn't so horrified by her current situation. After half an hour of trying, threatening and yelling, they had managed to get her to eat a few mouthfuls of the stew between sobs, pleading and thrashing. Before they'd gone to sleep they'd tied a rope around her middle and staked it to the ground. She'd tested it, struggling to get it out, but how she was tied didn't give her the leverage to budge it even a fraction of an inch. She sobbed into the gag, falling asleep through pure exhaustion. She was woken up in the night to the feeling of a hand down the front of her dress, man handing her soft breast. She tried to scream, but the gag muffled her cry and as she struggled, she remembered the dilemma she was in, tied hand and foot. She felt a great weight press down against her as the body of a man much larger than her, lay on top of her. A hand clamped over her mouth silencing her cries to soft murmurs. Her heart raced as she felt his other hand move between her legs, pushing apart her knees. His leg slipped between them, pushing them even further apart. He hushed her and she recognised the sound of Inx's voice as he struggled with her skirts, pulling them up around her waist. Tears streamed from her eyes as he pressed his mouth to the side of her neck, kissing, locking and sucking and she just lay there, helpless. She felt him tugging at her smallclothes, as she felt something long, warm and hard against her thigh she knew that they were all that stood between her chastity and him. She braced herself for what she knew was coming, she froze solid and felt the man sprawled over her freeze too as she heard a voice. "Inx. Stand up and move away from her." The unmistakable voice of Quince, still smooth and calm as it had been the first time she'd heard his voice, however she wondered how she had ever missed the tone that spoke of danger running underneath. "Qu-Quin... Sir... I... Ah..." Inx jumped to his feet and backed away, "S-sorry sir, it was just tha-" Quince held up his hand to silence him, "It is okay. I forgive you." Inx looked relieved for a second, then somewhat confused, followed by a look of fear and then after a quick whooshing sound, like the sound of a birch stick being swung through the air. A dumb founded look formed on Inx's face as a red line sprung from his neck. Lisa was still in shock from the events prior to Quince's arrival, so she didn't react as Inx fell to the floor clutching his throat, his lifeblood seeping into the dirt with his last few breaths. All she could think was that she was glad he didn't get a chance to say anything else. Quince wiped his blade clean and re-sheathed it before kneeling down beside Lisa. He pulled her skirts back down to cover her modesty. Then he pulled out her gag, "Did he rape you?" She swallowed and licked her dry lips, she shook her head, "No, b-but he was going to. He..he-" She started to sob and Quince pushed the gag back into her mouth, she struggled a little as he did but the attempt was half hearted. She didn't sleep much the rest of that night. 4. A day on the road is much like the next. And even bound as she was in the back of the cart, it was no less boring than the first. At least now she didn't have to do any chores or put up with Inx's constant berating. She thought about the previous night and how close she had come to being nothing more than a tool for his pleasure. She shuddered and put the thought out of her mind. Instead she remembered how they had left the body in a ditch with some dried leaves over him for the scavengers and carrion eaters; nobody seemed very bothered by that, least of all her. By the time they stopped that evening she was thankful to be moved out of the cart. Her hip and shoulder ached from where she'd been laying on them and how her hands were tied behind her back. Her jaw hurt too from having had the gag in all day, other than for the short few minutes she had been allowed sips of water and a few bites of some stale bread and cheese. Her pleas had been ignored and questions unanswered. She silently wondered why they would stop so early. One of the men at Quince's command hammered two large stakes into the ground under a tree, two paces apart. They carried Lisa over and started to untie the bindings on her ankles. As they started to massage her ankles where the bindings had dug into her, she decided against struggling, the feeling being a welcome relief. They removed her shoes and then as she felt new straps tightened around her ankles she did start to struggle. They just ignored her efforts and carried on about their task without much hindrance from her. She realised what the stakes had been for as her first ankle was bound to one, struggling uselessly as the second was bound to the other. She lay there watching as the hung something from the branches above her. Next they took hold of her and heaved her up, pulling her onto her feet until she stood, feet tied and staked a little wider than shoulders width apart. She looked up at the ring that hung above her, her mind thinking up a thousand horrible things that could be about to happen. As she felt them loosen the bindings on her wrists she let out a small cry and tried to thrash free. For a moment she succeeded, a small curse escaping from the lips of one of the men trying to catch hold of her wrists as she struck him in the side of the head. But, legs spread and held in place as they were she didn't have the power to break free and they quickly took back hold of her as they tied her hands securely in front of her and then looping a rope between them, they were pulled up above her head, held by the ring suspended from the branch. The man she'd hit pulled the rope tighter until her hands were lifted as high as they would go and she felt strung out tight, like an upside down letter 'Y'. She called out into the gag, but her muffled cries did little good. Her eyes opened as wide as saucers and cries turned to screams as she saw Quince advancing towards her with a sharp and wicked looking curved knife. She struggled, but other than turning her hips and shoulders ever so slightly from side to side she could hardly move. She closed her eyes tightly as the knife came toward her throat. But she didn't feel the sting of a blade against her skin; instead she felt a tugging on her dress. Opening her eyes, her fear turned to dread as she saw the knife slicing down through her clothes. Embarrassingly her first thought was of how it was one of only two dresses she owned, then as her eyes came up and saw the work of setting up camp stop as everyone's eyes fell on her. Then the fear returned as she thought again about how Inx had tried to take her the previous night. Mortgaged into Slavery Ch. 01 Quince drew the blade down until the bodice type top of her dress hung open, her breasts fell and parted slightly as the support disappeared, but still had the pertness of youth. She whimpered as the blade continued to descend down the skirt, as he cut the dress fell away with a small muffled shriek from Lisa. It left her naked except for the small cotton underwear she wore that covered her nether region. Her breasts were peaked with two small pink nipples that pointed upwards a little, other than them and the curve to her behind and hips she had little fat. Her limbs were slender and slightly muscled with the effort of labour and her stomach flat and smooth. As she struggled her breasts bounced a little, earning a few chuckles from those who had stopped to watch. She silently prayed that'd he'd stop there but as the blade was placed under the side of her underwear and tugged, they too were taken from her, revealing a bush of red hair that matched her head. She clenched her eyes closed, dreading what might come next. But when instead of the feeling pawing hands fondling her sensitive mounds, she instead felt tender fingers on her calves; she opened her eyes to look down. Quince crouched, inspecting the scratches on her legs that she had received from her attempt to charge off into the forest the previous night. She heard him muttering and shaking his head before he got out a small pot and started rubbing something into her skin. As her scratches started to burn she called out and struggled. "Stop that, it's just something to clean the wounds and help them heal." He said in a terse voice continuing with the application. After he'd applied the cream to all her cuts he put the salve away and brought out a second larger pot. This one he began liberally applying to her pubic hair causing her cheeks to flush a deep shade of red. She shifted her hips trying to pull away from him without much success. Then as he brought the knife back towards her nude body her struggles re-doubled. "If you keep moving like that you'll only have yourself to blame for getting cut." He said as he pressed the knife to the top of her mound and began drawing it down, taking the hair with it. She froze solid as tears ran down her cheeks, could he humiliate her any further? He'd removed all her hair from between her legs, making the cool breeze feel even colder on her now smooth and sensitive skin. He'd used the knife to make sure that she was, in fact, completely hair free from the neck down. As he walked away she felt the eyes even more keenly running over her body. She blushed at the thought of how her womanhood must look, bare of hair to cover it, her legs spread as they were. Her arms pulled over her head as they were didn't let her look down far enough to see what they could, she could just see her breasts and the tips of her stiffening nipples and her legs spread out either side of her. She prayed for something to wear, but soon regretted doing so. Quince returned with something strange in his hands. He knelt down and she felt him push it up between her legs, the cold metal resting on her now completely bare folds. She cried out as a belt tightened around her waist and she heard a metallic clicking. He stood up, holding a key that he threaded into a cord he wore around his neck. "We wouldn't want a repeat of last night." He said. She realised he'd put a chastity device on her, she was in mixed emotions about that. Though it made her feel slightly safer, she couldn't feel thankful towards the man who had put her in the danger to begin with. Not only that, his desire to protect it made her only more worried about what was going to happen to her. 5. She had slept in the back of the cart. Tied back up, now with her hands in front of her, fixed to a metal loop in the cart. The sleep had been restless, but at least uninterrupted, until early morning, when she had been dragged down to the small stream by Quince. He checked her cuts, seeming satisfied. He removed the chastity device and began to throw buckets of water over her and rub her body with a block of scented soap. She didn't even bother struggling; it didn't even get a response from him when she did, so sure was he of the bindings that held her. She involuntarily cried out as she felt the block of soap pushing between her legs, causing strange sensations as it pressed against her there. After he had finished washing her down and combing her hair, an oddly tender action that felt so wrong coming from him, he had put her hair into a tight plait and seen to finding her some clothes. Well... you could barely call them that. The top covered little more than half her breasts, just covering her small pink nipples and seemed more concerned with holding her breasts up and together than with keeping her warm, a strap over each shoulder and behind her back. The underwear was even more embarrassing. Two pieces of thin lace around her hips attached to a piece of fabric that ran between her legs and up behind her. It just covered her triangular and now bald mound and did little to cover her rear. The last thing he'd done was wash her face before taking out the gag to feed her. She licked her dry lips, "Wh-what is going to happen to me?" She asked, her voice croaky from under use. He fed her some bread which she ate with vigour, she'd not eaten much the previous night after the man given the task got annoyed at her questions and had left her to re-join his companions around the warm fire. She was starving and decided not to push her luck too far this morning, however she was blessed with an answer for the first time since she'd been tied up. "You are a slave now. I will sell you at auction and you will be required to obey your new master." She whimpered with fear and shook her head. He held up a hand to silence any more questions and carried on speaking, answering them for her, "You were paid a sum of money for work in the city. However, the work was not actually available. By law that means you have to return the money with interest specified in the contract you signed." She had signed something, but thought little of it, she didn't read and write much and knew nothing of the laws beyond stealing, assault and murder. "You didn't have the means to pay it and as such I am entitled to take you into servitude until you pay it back. However, we also crossed the border yesterday. Which means that by the laws of this country I am allowed to auction you off into slavery to recover my debt." She let out a small sob. "Th-that can't be... I mean, that had to be a crime. You kidnapped me!" He shook his head, "This isn't the first time this has happened and I'm not the first to do it. It is most certainly immoral, but it is still technically legal. This country doesn't allow anyone to go into servitude for a debt, and yours doesn't allow the sale of anyone in servitude as a slave. But together they provide a... lucrative loophole." She whimpered some more and he shrugged, "However..." That word gave her a small glimmer of hope, "It is not unheard of for slaves to earn their freedom. Work hard and perhaps you'll be lucky." That didn't seem like much to put her hopes into, but it would have to do. He gagged her again and then wrapped a cloak around her before they set off. They arrived at the city before lunch. Well it was a large town, but for Lisa it might as well have been a city, for all the world she had seen. More people in one place than she had ever imagined. The smell was awful and the taste of the gag in her mouth was for once, a welcome distraction. They moved through the busy streets until they arrived at a large building. Quince sorted out space for the cart and stables for the horse. The rest of the carts had gone their own way and only one of the guards she didn't know the name of remained with them. They had removed the ropes from Lisa's ankles, leaving her arms tied behind her back, they led her into the building. The noise overwhelmed her and she tried to push back, to run, but they held her tightly and walked her inside. There were hundreds of people in what looked like a courtyard below facing a platform that was at one end of the building. The guard was given a small purse and said farewell before slipping away as Quince walked over and spoke to a man behind a desk covered in papers. "I've got a slave to add to the auction. I hope I'm not too late." The man looked up and glanced at Lisa hardly paying her any attention, "No, I can add you to the next session. Age and any specialties?" Quince replied, "Eighteen and, she's a virgin." The man blinked, raised a brow as he looked at her over again with a more appraising look and gave a small nod. He scribbled something down on a piece of paper, handed half to Quince and half to a young boy who ran off with it. Quince apparently knew what to do next as he walked past, dragging Lisa with him. He took her to a room where he told a young girl he was waiting to see the examiner before he took a seat and motioned for Lisa to sit down beside him. A man sat down next to Lisa and gave her a very long and lingering look. "I couldn't help but overhear what you said to Cob." He said to Quince. "If you were purposefully listening in I suppose you couldn't." He replied. "She'll be up for auction within the hour." Lisa's heart sunk a little at that news. "Well, what if I didn't have the time to wait?" He said with a small amused smirk. Quince turned to regard him, giving him a suspicious glare as the man continued. "Look. We both know you'll sell her for a decent price. But she's untrained, wild and unpredictable. You can see that in her eyes, in the way she resists following you. All you need is for her to kick up a scene and you'll lose half your profit. Quince saw the look in Lisa's eyes and swore as he shook his head, "Well thank you very much... now you've made certain she will." The man smiled softly and held up his hands defensively, "Don't pretend you weren't expecting it to happen anyway. How about I offer you a deal where we both come out on top?" Quince sighed and shook his head, "Let me hear it." The man cleared his throat. "I represent a business that trains slaves for... certain purposes. A young and attractive virgin like her would go for more if she also knew her business. Give her to us for a month and we'll have her back at auction for twice the price you'd have hoped to get on the best day." Quince considered it and as he discussed terms with the man Lisa couldn't help but feel an overwhelming wave of fear and dread running through her veins. The fact that her virginity kept coming up solidified her suspicions regarding what her new role as a slave was meant to be and brought tears to her eyes. "Fine." Said Quince. "One month and then we sell her, 75, 25 in my favour." The other man smiled and nodded, holding out his hand to shake Quince's, "Agreed." Quince added, "But... if she doesn't make at least what you said then I get it all." The other man considered this, "70, 30 and you have yourself a deal." Quince nodded and shook his hand firmly, sealing Lisa's fate with it. Mortgaged into Slavery Ch. 02 Lisa lived a simple life with her sister and father. However, a poor decision to take the aid of a stranger left her as nothing more than his possession. Taken from the lands and life she knew, the innocent Lisa is educated in things that she had never dreamt of in her most perverted dreams. Authors notes: Hope you enjoy it. It is heavy on the lesbian theme at the moment and it will continue, but rest assured, it will not stay that way forever. The narration is a mix of pure description and what is happening from Lisa's point of view. So if you disagree with something it may just be that it is the way Lisa thinks things are, not sure if that makes sense... ***** Chapter 2 1. Lisa sat on the sturdy wooden bench, her wrists chained together above her head, linked to a ring that was, as far as she could tell, solidly fixed to the stone wall she leant against. She was no longer gagged, and she had tried screaming, hearing nothing in return. She had cried until she had no more tears, screamed some more and then finally given up. So now she sat, in silence, wearing nothing but the look of fear and the chains that held her wrists. Quince had taken back the gag, along with the cloak and the small items of clothes he'd dressed her in, the only saving grace was that it was relatively warm in here. Earlier today she had nearly been sold off in auction as a slave. Until that man had offered the trader, Quince, who had betrayed her and planned to sell her, a better deal. Now, here she was, in a stone cell, in what the man had referred to as 'a sort of school for slaves'. She remembered how he had said she would be kept in the female side for now, which had puzzled her. Surely as a female it was a given that that would be where she'd be. Instead she thought about how less than three days ago she had been at home with her family. She tried picturing herself lying in her bed and that this was all a horrible dream. But her mental exercise was interrupted as the heavy wooden door was opened. Lisa blinked as the brighter lights from the corridor burnt her eyes. She saw the silhouette of a woman stepping into the room and as her eyes adjusted she let out a small gasp. The woman was tall, had dark black hair, green eyes and red lips that had to be some sort of paint applied to them. She was rather beautiful, but the striking thing was that she wore an outfit made entirely of leather. A corset that pressed her breasts up and together, thigh high, heeled boots, arm length gloves and even a small leather thong, similar to what Lisa had been given to wear by Quince before he'd taken it away. "P-please let me go." She whimpered. The woman smiled cruelly at Lisa's begging. She stepped closer and stroked her hair, Lisa pulled away from the woman's touch. "You shall not ask to be let go again. Ever. Do you understand?" Lisa frowned and swallowed, the voice demanded her to obey but she was still scared and just wanted this to all be a horrible dream, "N-no, please I don't want to be here. I shouldn't be here. I was kidnapped from my family..." She pleaded. The woman sighed and took hold of Lisa's breasts, squeezing firmly, gaining a small cry from the younger girl, "Shut up and listen. There is no use moaning or crying. You are a slave. I was told you are not used to slaves where you come from. Well, here they are quite common and so your pleas shall just be ignored, at most they will be an annoyance. And a slave that is an annoyance is punished. Do you understand?" Lisa nodded and the woman let go of her breasts. "You are a slave. Say it." Lisa whimpered and drew back. "Say it." The woman repeated again, she reached forward and pinched her nipple. She let out a small yelp, followed quickly by the words she had been commanded to say. "I-I am a slave." She said, getting a small nod from the other woman, who let her nipple free. Lisa pouted slightly at the humiliation. She could be made to say the words, but there was still a long way to go. "Good girl. Your first and most important lesson is that a slave does not speak unless she is asked to speak. Do you understand?" Lisa nodded softly. "Good. Now, you will call your owner whatever they wish. I wish for you to call me Mistress. When I ask you a question, you shall respond with, 'Yes Mistress.' Do you understand?" Lisa simply nodded, before a look from the woman and the way her hand moved towards her breasts caused her to quickly add, "Yes Mistress..." Spoken in a quiet and unsure voice. The woman nodded again, "Your second lesson and one we will spend most of the next few weeks mastering is that a slave does as she is told; without question, without hesitation and without complaint. Do you understand?" Lisa swallowed, her face fixed in an expression of fear, "Yes Mistress." Though, her head shook ever so slightly as she did her best to deny that the situation was really happening. "Good... Now, stand up and turn around." Lisa stood up awkwardly with her hands chained to the wall still, naked as she was she felt very vulnerable but the command in this woman's voice said that she was serious. She decided she'd try and do as she was told. Perhaps Quince had been right and she could earn her freedom by obeying... however foolish that sounded it was the only hope she had to hold onto and so she clung to it. That and the idea of her father coming for her, surely he'd be here to take her back home any day now? Lisa turned around as she had been told to. The chain had enough slick to twist as she did so that she stood, facing the wall, hands against it. "Take a step back, lean your face against the wall and put your feet shoulder width apart." Lisa hesitated again before doing as she was told. She could support herself by holding onto the chains, though she felt rather vulnerable like this, it was another woman so it wasn't like she had anything to fear... Moments after the thought had run through her head she felt a finger slide between her sensitive folds. She immediately let out a small scream and jumped up straight, turning her side to the woman as she tried to press herself up against the wall, "Wh-what are you doing?!" The woman sighed and shook her head. "Honestly. Did I not just tell you fifteen seconds ago that that sort of behaviour was exactly what I didn't want?" She took a step closer and slapped Lisa across the face. Lisa blinked back tears as she tried to cower away. "I suppose it is only expected with someone such as yourself..." A look of contemplation came across her face for a few moments and then a smile formed on her lips that spread into a grin, sending chills down Lisa's spine. "Guards!" She cried out, and Lisa let out a little whimper. 2. To Lisa's surprise the guards had been female. However, they weren't soft or gentle with her. They had been ordered to take her to another room. They detached the chains from the wall and walked her there naked, gripping her arms tightly and dragging her if she didn't move her feet fast enough. There were several people around, but nobody paid her much attention. She still did her best to keep her hands over her breasts as much as she could, to protect her modesty, especially with the speed they marched her at, causing her breasts to bounce with each step in a very embarrassing fashion. They led her into another room, larger than the one from before. Here she was forced to sit on a high stool that was fixed securely to the floor and was high enough to keep her feet off the ground. They lifted up her arms and attached her wrist bindings to a chain hanging from the ceiling. Next they took hold of her legs and attached them to the stool through the use of leather cuffs, put there for that purpose. Instead of struggling through this Lisa just went limp, resigned to the fact that she couldn't stop them even if she tried. They outnumbered her for a start, and where Lisa's arms were slender with the slight definition of a hardy life, theirs had actual definitions of muscles put to work. The woman, who she had been forced to think of as her Mistress, returned a little while later, leading another young woman into the room by a leash that was attached to a collar around her neck. The collar was all the blond haired girl wore and she followed willingly. Lisa sat there, straddling the stool; ankles tied either side of the seat and arms above her head. She held onto the chains to stop the bindings digging into her wrist. "I hope that I didn't keep you waiting too long my little Lisa?" Said the leather clad woman. Lisa stared for a moment until she realised she wanted an answer. "No Mistress." She said quietly, getting a smile from her full, red lips. "I'd like you to meet Sophie. Say hello Sophie." The young blonde had her eyes down to the ground. She was a petite girl, small pert breasts, a slender body and platinum blond hair, held back in a ponytail. "Hello." She said in a small voice. The woman smiled and walked over to where Lisa sat, leading the girl with her, "Sophie has been here for about two weeks now, so I thought it'd be good for you to meet, to see what you have to aspire to." She stroked Sophie's cheek and the young woman stood motionless as she did. "The first thing you need to learn is not to jump the moment someone touches you. Sophie here needs to learn more about giving pleasure." She turned to Sophie and commanded her, "Make her wet... Be careful though, she is still a virgin." Lisa's eyes widened and she opened her mouth to say something but instead, as Sophie's hand came to the mound between her legs she let out a small squeak. She tried to push her thighs together, but the shape of the stool and the way her ankles were bound prevented her. The woman pressed her fingers between her labia, stroking soft small circles around her sensitive bud. Lisa had touched herself before, sometimes, but she'd been quite shy about that sort of thing and had never fully explored her body. So this sensation was rather new to her, especially from someone else, "W-wait! Stop please." She begged. The woman sighed, "Lisa, you know that I will just get annoyed with you. You would not like me when I am annoyed at you." She gave her a look that backed up her threat, "Sophie, please Lisa orally." Lisa's mouth hung agape then, as the woman knelt down and placing her hands over Lisa's thighs on her rear a hand on each cheek, she pulled her hips forward to press her pussy against the her own tongue, which quickly went to work. She felt the tongue first, shivering as she gasped and then the soft gentle suckling feeling followed garnering a small groan the Lisa tried to pretend she didn't just voice. Small murmurs and gasps continued to escape her lips. This feeling was... infuriatingly overpowering. It felt unmistakably good though. It felt like something was building inside of her as she continues to lick. "Ah, n-no more, it's too much." The Mistress stepped around behind her and reached around to grasp her breasts, getting a small cry from Lisa as she did. She squeezed them, gentler than before, massaging them, Lisa struggled uselessly. "Too much? We've hardly begun... Kiss me Lisa." She said, as her face leant in, closer, within reach. Lisa pulled back, frowning and shaking her head, she didn't want to show affection to this woman who tormented her. But the feeling of the girl's tongue between her folds was drowning out her rational mind. As the woman holding her breasts squeezed her nipples, pinching them between her nails Lisa cried out and quickly complied with the order. She pressed her lips against the other woman's and kissed. Lisa's eyes widened as she felt her take hold of the back of her head, grip her hair and kiss her roughly, her mouth guiding Lisa's open as her tongue pressed forward, finding her own, licking at it, drawing it into the kiss. She had never kissed anyone other than her family and then it was nothing more than a peck, this was a whole different thing. It felt so dirty, so primal... but as the feelings that had been building inside of her came to a climax all thoughts left her mind. The pleasure washed through her, she cried out into the kiss, the woman letting her mouth free so that she could moan out in ecstasy. Lisa slumped against her bonds, her cheeks flushed from the experience and the humiliation. She had enjoyed it. And she had let anyone within earshot know that she had. It was horrifying. She whimpered and sobbed slightly, her Mistress stroked her arm softly. "Ah, now, there's no need to cry." The woman wrapped her arms around her and held her tenderly. She felt like pulling away from her, but instead she found herself burying her face into her shoulder and just letting her tears out whilst she held her. After a few minutes Lisa stopped crying and she let her go and stepped away, she didn't seem concerned by the tears covering her shoulder. "Now. Tell me honestly, you haven't ever had an orgasm before now have you?" Lisa swallowed and shook her head, managing to get out the words, "No Mistress." The woman smiled and shook her head, "Yes, I'd think not considering where you are from. They are quite chaste in those regions, or so I am told. You need to learn that sexual pleasure is nothing to feel shame about. It is a desire, like the desire to sing, or to dance. It is better expressed than held in." She stroked Lisa's cheek and she found herself not pulling back away from the touch. "Now, close your eyes and forget about everything. Concentrate on nothing other than your body." She waited and Lisa closed her eyes, she gave her a moment and as stupid as Lisa felt for obeying she did as she was told. She felt as she squeezed her breasts, lightly massaging and fondling them. "Don't think, just answer. Does that feel nice?" Lisa hesitated, before giving a resigned nod, "Yes Mistress." The woman must have made some silent motion to Sophie because she felt her tongue against the sensitive button of her clit, lightly lapping, "And does that feel nice?" Lisa's breathing was speeding up again as she nodded, through a small whimper she managed to get out the words, "Y-yes Mistress." "Mmm, good. Lisa, focus on nothing other than how your body feels. Sophie make her feel another wave of ecstasy." 3. Twice more she had been made to cum, the second time had been twice as humiliating as she had let herself truly enjoy it. The feeling was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. By the third time she was exhausted and felt slightly sorry for the blond girl's tongue. Though, the soreness of her small pink rosebud was enough for her not to feel too sorry for her. The woman had called for a guard to take Sophie elsewhere and then she had walked back over to Lisa. She unattached her wrists from the ceiling, though they were still bound, and then undid her ankles. Lisa was a little suspicious as she sat there giving the other woman a curious look. She glanced to the door and swallowed before realising she wasn't going to gain anything if she tried to run now. Her shoulders fell with her decision to remain seated. The woman smiled, "Good girl. Now, stand up." Lisa found herself hopping up off the chair. "Turn around and place your hands on the stool, keeping your legs straight." She did as she was told again so that she was bent over in a rather undignified manner. The woman walked around behind her and placed her fingers between the lips of her pussy again. She gasped, but this time she stood still and let her touch her sensitive folds. Something inside of her whimpered at that, but she didn't give it voice. "Hmm, much better. Oh, and look how wet you are." She said in a slightly purring voice. "Tell me how wet you are Lisa." Lisa's mouth opened in protest as a look of shock came to her face, her cheeks flushing, but she stayed quiet. She swallowed, pushed her pride down and replied, "I-I'm very wet Mistress." The woman seemed pleased by the response. She stepped away from Lisa and walked to the side of the room. "Your behaviour is much better. But allowing things that feel pleasurable to happen is only a small step." Lisa felt a small slap against her rear and she jumped as a sharp sting blossomed, her hands attempting to go behind her to cover her behind as she turned to face her Mistress with a look of betrayal and pain. "See. A small bite of pain and you instantly forget everything I said." Lisa whimpered, "I-it's not fair. I mean, I don't want to feel pain Mistress." She regarded her for a moment and then smiled, "How does your clit feel Lisa?" She swallowed again and looked away, down at the floor in embarrassment, "I-it's sore Mistress." Nodding she held out the small stick of leather that she had struck her with, placing it against her cheek. "And wasn't it enjoyable, making it so sore? There is a thin line between pleasure and pain my dear." Lisa flinched away, she didn't particularly like where this was going. Stepping forward she lightly pinched her nipples and then squeezed until Lisa made a small squeaking sound at which point she let go, "The sharp sting can actually be quite fun sometimes if you let it." Lisa shook her head refusing to accept it. The woman sighed. "Look, you are going to learn to accept pain. Either you can enjoy it or you can be forced to submit to it." She said in a very matter of fact way. Lisa whimpered again and frowned. What could she do? Run. But there were guards outside and she didn't know how to get out of the building let alone the city; especially not naked. She could fight. And get hilariously overpowered, held down, tied up and have things done to her bound body regardless. She realised that she didn't have any choice and preferring the option of not being tied up, she took a deep breath and nodded, "O-okay Mistress." She turned back around and resumed her position, bent over the stool. "Trust me dear, if you learn to enjoy the sting, it'll be much easier on you..." Lisa wasn't sure she fully believed her, the second swat to her rear made her cry out again. She clenched her eyes shut for the third, biting down on her bottom lip to keep herself from making any more noise. She did her best to take the woman's advice, to accept the pain and tried to welcome it. By the fifth it felt a little less painful. Relaxing a little she could actually start to understand what her Mistress had said about the pain... the next few swats she took whilst trying to enjoy them. It wasn't exactly a walk in the park, but it would have been worse if she'd be screaming and struggling. By the tenth her behind was glowing and felt warm. In fact when the woman's hand touched her behind she shuddered at the chilly feeling of her hand. "Such a good slave I've been given to play with." She said in a droll tone. Lisa's face felt as heated as her behind, with embarrassment at how she was behaving. But as the woman praised her for being a good slave and stroked her throbbing rear with her soft and chilly hands, she couldn't help but wonder if she was right, if she did make a good slave. She placed something in front of Lisa's face, "Suck on this." Lisa went to ask what it was, but remembered what she had been told regarding orders. So she instead put it into her open mouth and sucked, as she was told to do. It was slightly longer than the length of her finger, made up of several balls of increasing size, with the biggest maybe as wide as her thumb. As it was taken from her mouth she felt her Mistress pressing down on her back, "Rest yourself more on the stool and keep your legs straight." Lisa did as she was told, she felt something strange, it was hard to place for a moment before she realised it was something entering her rear, tight hole. She called out and tried to stand up, "WHa- ah!" The other woman hushed her and held her still. Mortgaged into Slavery Ch. 02 "Calm down and relax, if you're tense it'll hurt more. Just relax." Lisa didn't feel like relaxing, but as the next ball was pushed inside her she made a small sound of pain and decided to try. She quickly realised that it was the object she'd just had in her mouth. "Again, you've jumped out of your skin the moment someone pushed you outside your comfort zone." Another ball went it, stretching her slightly wider than the one before it. The next was pushed in and it was more than she could take, the feeling of the foreign object inside of her, more than she could bear. She lunged forward pushing herself over the stool and breaking away from her Mistress's grip. She fell to the floor, her hands, still tied, stopping her slamming face first. "Really Lisa... I thought we were past this... Guards!" She called out. Lisa cried out as she hit the ground, her body tensed and as she did the balls, still in her arse felt suddenly larger. She managed to spread her legs and reach her hands through them to pull them out, although that turned out to be another humiliation. As she did, the door opened and the two female guards walked in. They came in just in time to see Lisa sat there, legs spread and as the balls felt the same coming out as going in, then as she pulled them all out in one move she ended up crying out loudly. The whole scene was enough to make the guard's eyebrows raise. They looked to the other woman for instructions, "Pick her up and follow me." 4. "I-I'm sorry Mistress. Please." She whimpered, the notes of fear evident in the tremble of her voice. "Yes, you probably are, but if I didn't punish you now you'd think I was never going to. I couldn't have you thinking my threats were empty. Instead I suggest you think about not disobeying me in future." She applied some sort of oil to a rod like object she held. It was as narrow as the tip of Lisa's little finger at the top, but flared out to be just a little wider than two fingers at the base, before it narrowed again. The object, that she had a horrible feeling she knew the purpose of, all sat on a larger base that would prevent it being lost inside her, or so she assumed, as her mind visualised the process even as she tried not to think about it. "I will be good, we can go back to the balls, please Mistress." She pleaded some more. She struggled but the guard held her firmly. She was held down over a waist high table as her legs were being attached to the legs of the table by the second guard. After she was finished, Lisa was left with her legs a little further than shoulder width apart. The guard then used a thick belt that was attached to the table to strap Lisa's body down, the belt going over the small of her back. The guard let Lisa go and she could just about get her upper body up onto her elbows. As she had just accomplished it the guard grabbed hold of her bound wrists again and pulled, forcing her to fall back, face flat against the table. She felt something hooked around the chain between them and then it pulled stretching her arms high above her head. Their job done, they left the room. Lisa watched, as the only other person left in the room stepped out of her line of sight and back around the table, behind Lisa. She whimpered as she felt something stroke between her legs, between her sensitive and still slightly sore folds. The other woman's fingers worked her over stimulated clit, teasing it softly until Lisa, against everything she had to fight back with, let out a small pleasurable moan. As she did she felt something else... the slightest pressure against her rear, tight hole. "Ah- please..." She murmured. Her begging was ignored as she felt the slender tip sliding inside her, she tensed at first and felt a sharp pain. Wincing she heard the other woman's voice, purring, "Relax dear, it'll hurt less if you do." Lisa breathed deeply, focusing on relaxing as she was sure she felt it sliding deeper. Her fingers teasing her pink bud were not helping her focus, but it did make it feel so much better... She blushed slightly as that thought went through her head. This was humiliating enough without being forced to enjoy it! Feeling her hole stretched wider still she was sure it had to all be inside her by now, but still she felt it advancing, pressing deeper, at first she thought that the woman had swapped it for something larger. "It's too big!" She said through gritted teeth. "Nonsense." The woman replied and as she did Lisa felt relief as her tight entrance closed back around the small stem of the base with a relieved gasp from herself. She could still feel the thing inside her though. It was uncomfortable... but strangely not unpleasant in some ways. It felt so much larger inside her though. She tried to struggle and as she did her body tensed, she felt a small pain and quickly relaxed with a small wince. "P-please take it out of me... Mistress." She added the last word as an afterthought. She didn't want it inside her, fearing what harm it could do, would it leave her stretched? She'd never had anything in either of her holes before... before this she hadn't even considered this a hole to be used in such a way! She felt tugging as she started to slip it out and Lisa relaxed biting down on her bottom lip as her small ring started stretching... only for it to relax again as she let go of the object inside her. "I was thinking... I might leave it inside you overnight to remind you not to say no to me..." Lisa's eyes widened with fear. She couldn't possibly have it inside her all night! A man would only be inside a woman for minutes whilst they were intimate... she knew that much at least. Having something inside her all night would... she sobbed a little as she feared how it would stretch her, unaware of her own body's limits. "Please, anything but that Mistress!" She heard a small laugh from the woman, who stood behind her. That couldn't be good. "Excellent idea Lisa!" She exclaimed, "It is better to get things started sooner rather than later." She came back around to the front and after fiddling with something out of sight Lisa felt the tension on her arms lessen. She could pull back her wrists, but only enough to get her elbows under herself so she could lift her chest off the table. As she did, she saw the other woman remove her thong by two clips on either side of her hips. Below she was without any hair, Lisa blushed and wondered if her own nether region looked so lewd. She had little time for contemplation as the woman climbed onto the table in front of Lisa and sat down, legs spread in front of her. The blush turned her face beetroot red. She had never had such an intimate look at another woman and although she felt wrong to look, a strange part of her stopped her looking away. The woman spoke through Lisa's look of shock, "Please me and I'll take it out. Otherwise it stays in all night." Lisa frowned, her mouth opening in protest, "B-but I don't know how... I can't." She said shyly. The woman laughed softly and, scooting her hips forward so that her pink folds were right below Lisa's face. "It's simple, let me guide you." Lisa went to shake her head as the woman took hold of the back of it and pushed her down towards herself. She kept her lips closed and made a sound of refusal. The other woman sighed. "Or... I could see how you'd feel about having your pretty rear spanked a few shades of red with the plug inside you?" Lisa whimpered and, finally relenting, she opened her lips, to lay a small kiss where she was guided. "Good girl..." She purred. She guided her head, telling her to kiss, to lick and to suck. Lisa did as she was told, slowly at first. The act was humiliating and felt wrong to her. But that feeling subsided slightly as she started to hear the pleasure building in the other woman's voice. She didn't even mind the taste, there was almost the scent of something fresh or sweet that was pleasant to Lisa. As she continued she told her more, about what felt good, about what she could keep doing to make her Mistress cum. She told Lisa to moan as she licked her, to sound as if she herself was experiencing the pleasure and to imagine she was, to try and think about how every touch would feel on her. She had the time with Sophie to draw on for that knowledge. Then she put her to work doing one of the things she'd told her she enjoyed, instructing her to continue to look, just as she was doing. It was oddly monotonous from her end but the woman seemed to be enjoying it and the faster it was over, the faster Lisa could have the tool removed from her rear. Her Mistress came then, with a strong, unabashed moan of pleasure that sent blood to Lisa's cheeks. She pressed Lisa's face forcefully between her legs, gripping her hair roughly. She tensed, shuddered and then let go of Lisa, letting her pull back enough that she could just about get her mouth to her shoulder to try and wipe her lips. The woman caught hold of her jaw, "Do not try and clean your Mistress from yourself. Everything I give to you must be treated as a gift, even this." Lisa frowned and nodded dejectedly. She climbed from the table and walked around behind her, then, as she had promised she took hold of the plug in Lisa's arse and slowly started to pull. Lisa gasped as it quickly stretched her again and she let out a small sound, which sounded too similar to her Mistress's moans for Lisa. She blushed furiously, though nobody would notice as flushed as she was. The object finally slipped out of her and she gave a grateful sigh of relief. "Th-thank you Mistress." She felt her hand gently stroking her rear and flinched, freezing still. "Relax my dear." She purred in a comforting voice, that did not work to that effect. "Would you like me to put it back in again?" Lisa swallowed, fear blossoming inside her. When she heard the silence linger she realised that she was supposed to respond. "N-no please don't Mistress! It hurts." She whimpered the last words and shook her head. She felt the hand continue to stroke her, sliding between her legs to cup her bare mound, the lack of hair was still strange to her and made her feel so much more vulnerable. "Well... you need to know that soon you'll start being taken to the male side for training in servicing men. There you will not only be expected to make your mouth available..." Lisa had known, deep down, that she'd be forced to have sex with a man eventually. She had hoped that she could get out of here and avoid it, keep her chastity so that she could still get a husband and have a family. Once they took that, she knew she'd be nothing but a whore, no man would want her as a wife. She wept a little. "So you see... if we don't get you used to it now gently, then they'll force you to get used to it quickly... and roughly." It did little to help Lisa's state of mind. "So I ask you again. Would you like me to put it back in?" Lisa sobbed a little more before getting her breathing back under control. When she finally did, she had a chance to think about it logically. She felt her hope slipping away. Nodding softly, she resigned herself to the fact that they were going to use her for sexual pleasure in ways that she had never thought of. That if it was going to happen, it'd be better for her to be ready for it. "Y-yes Mistress." She said in barely a whisper. "Yes, to what? Ask me to do it." She said. "Please don't make me do that... Mistress" She said in a small and pleading voice. When she got no response and after a few moments of building up the courage she finally managed to speak up again, "P-please Mistress. Put the plug back inside my b-butt..." Mortgaged into Slavery Ch. 03 Lisa was taken from her home with promise of work for money that would save her family. She was instead taken prisoner and then forced to learn the ways to serve as a slave. The training was slowly breaking down her will to resist. Author's notes - Another training of Lisa chapter. My plans so far will probably put her at auction in the next chapter, even if she isn't completely broken... ***** 1. The stone floor that acted as Lisa's bed was cold, hard and as uncomfortable as you would expect. She had shifted positions several times through the night. However the collar on her neck, which was tightly chained to the floor, gave her little room to move. She couldn't sit up straight let alone stand, so the floor was regrettably her only option. She had cried herself to sleep, thinking about how she was being slowly pushed further and further from the hope of release or even a normal life. She was forbidden from speaking of freedom, or life outside of being a slave. It had only been a couple of days and she was starting to feel ashamed even thinking of her family or village. If they could see her now... the very thought humiliated her. Her Mistress was tormenting her with feelings she'd never imagined and she felt the strain on her body and her mind; even the fact that she now thought of her as 'Mistress' was horrifying enough. She couldn't do this. She had to find a way out... Sleep had been welcomed by her body; however her mind rebelled against it. Working overtime to try and think of something, anything she could do to escape. So she hadn't been particularly fast asleep when the door opened. She had the vague sense that it had only been a few hours since she was chained here and that the night couldn't possibly be over yet. She looked up to see her Mistress standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the light from behind. "I hope you got plenty of sleep my dear." She said in a cruel tone that said she knew she hadn't. "A slave is nothing more than a tool. One you expect to be ready whenever you desire it. If you are told to sleep you do so and you sleep well. From now on you'll be getting five hours chance to sleep a day and you better make the most of it. Be good and I may reward you with more." Lisa blinked, taking in what she was saying into her sleep deprived mind. She frowned as a few quick mental sums gave her the realisation that it meant that there were going to be nineteen hours of new torments starting now. She wisely chose to keep her mouth shut. Her Mistress stepped into the room, pulling a leash attached to Sophie, the only other slave she had seen so far and only person whose name she knew in this God forsaken place. "Lisa, do you remember the second rule I gave you?" She swallowed and furrowed her brow. She had been too frightened to remember to pay attention and so she had no choice but to shake her head and look sorry, "N-no Mistress." She got a disapproving look. "The second lesson is that you do as you are told without question, hesitation or complaint. There is another part to it that I did not teach you and will have to strive to do so. Incompetence is not an excuse. Remember what you are told, do not tell me you can't do something, or expect mercy if you forget what you are told next time." Lisa swallowed. "Now, Sophie here is to keep you company whilst I sleep. I don't want you falling asleep again and her obedient behaviour will be a good example for you. Think of her as your competition, strive to please me better than she does and I'll reward you." Lisa wasn't too sure what was coming next. But as two guards slipped into the room behind the two other women, carrying bundles of ropes and other objects she was sure it wasn't going to be to her liking... not that she had thought for a moment that it would be. "First things first. Lisa, you need to return the favour to Sophie for yesterday." Her tone suddenly changed as she addressed the other girl, in a terse, clipped ordering fashion, "Sophie. Lay on your back, legs apart." To Lisa's surprise the girl responded almost immediately as the woman spoke. "Good. Now..." She spoke in her more honeyed tone to Lisa, "Lisa, you are going to show her what I taught you and make her cum with that pretty little tongue of yours." "But Mistr-" "Ah! No complaints, no questions, no hesitation." She stepped forward and undid the lock that held the leash to the floor, pulling Lisa over to where the other girl laid, legs spread in an unabashed fashion. Lisa pushed aside any questions or fears regarding how long it would be before she did as she was told so willingly. She let out a small grunt of frustration as she felt the sole of the shoe on the back of her head pushing her down between the other girl's legs. It pressed until her lips were against her labia and then pressed further until her face was well and truly buried in the other girl's intimate folds, her mouth wrapped around her sex in the most lustful fashion. She blushed and grunted slightly, her mouth too full to make even a sound of protest, the foot lifted to Lisa's relief. Doing as she was told she licked between her pink lips as she had been instructed. Her tongue flicked over the girls small bud, gaining a moan from the girl that put colour to Lisa's face. She hadn't even imagined someone doing this to her before yesterday and now here she was pleasuring the second woman in as many days. The taste wasn't unpleasant and it wasn't painful or taxing on her body, so she had to admit it wasn't the most unlikeable act, relatively speaking, there were worse things... as she would very quickly discover. The first sign she got that something was happening was when the two guards knelt down beside her and took hold of her limbs, gripping tightly. It interrupted the work of her tongue as she called out angrily. She received a heavy and sharp slap to her rear that was pointing upwards slightly in the position she was being held, "Don't stop licking." The voice of her Mistress commanded. Lisa winced at the slap and did as she was told, though the grip of the other women didn't slacken. She started to feel increasingly nervous. When she felt the solid tip of something wet slip into her still slightly sore rear entrance she almost choked on her tongue. Spluttering she groaned with mixed pleasure and pain. She had started to feel the potential for enjoyment, but the situation and untested nature of the act kept her away from truly enjoying it regardless of how it felt. "Wa-wait please-" "No. No pleading, no bargaining or I will go faster. Trust me when I say that a man most certainly would." Lisa gasped as the smooth object slipped further in and she felt the unmistakable feeling of her Mistresses hips against her behind. She was wearing the object, the same place she'd imagine a man's organ would be. "Keep licking her pussy slave!" She felt a small thrust against her rear as the last inch was forced in, garnering a small cry from her lips. She quickly pressed them to Sophie's pussy again with a whimper and half-heartedly resumed. She let out a moan as the large object started to slide back out, only for it to be re-entered. She blushed, her eyes widening as she realised her Mistress was simulating having sex with her. "I will stop when Sophie cums." Lisa gasped with each slow thrust back inside her. She had heard talk about wedding nights and what to expect, but only snippets. This would be what a man would do to her. Only he'd enter her puss- her womanhood. That this woman was doing this to her now, in this way, was almost too much embarrassment to bear. Could she ever hope for a husband and hope to have sex with him without remembering this? Her tongue worked quickly on Sophie's clit, deftly stimulating with more enthusiasm than she had shown it before. She moans into her work as the thrusting becomes slightly faster, slightly harder, each inward push ending with the sound of hips slapping against the cushioning of her soft buttocks. She would be embarrassed at the sound if she had the time to think about it, it was all she could do to keep herself relaxed to let it enter less painfully whilst continuing to lick. She almost cried out in joy as she heard Sophie's own cries of ecstasy. She felt the hand of her Mistress stroking through her hair, gripping hold roughly as she gave one last, deep and fast thrust that Lisa wasn't quite expecting, causing her to call out in a wordless groan. Only then did she slip the phallic object from her abused hole and Lisa gave a small soft moan of relief. The two guards release her and she fell limply to the floor, breathing heavily. As she lay, trying to get her breath back and whimpering softly, she hardly registered the fact that she was being manhandled by the two women. They bent her legs as they tied her ankles to her thighs, her arms behind her back and then forced her to kneel back up, tying her wrists to the ring on the floor that had held her leash. It wasn't until the intimidating black, replica of a male's penis came into view that she really took in what was happening. The thing startling her into lucidity as she realised she'd never seen one before. The closest encounter she'd had was when the vile mercenary had nearly raped her. The thing was intimidatingly big. She couldn't have taken that inside her could she? Her eyes glanced around frantically. She saw her Mistress standing over Sophie, she still wore the thing that went around her hips and waist and held the phallic object, that Lisa realised was appreciably smaller than what was in front of her now. Before she could get afraid about what it was for the guards began tying it, pointing up, on Lisa's thigh. She went to ask what was happening, but hesitated, knowing it would only incur more punishment. She bit her bottom lip instead and kept quiet whilst her stomach flipped in fear and dread. Kneeling with her feet under her, her arms pulled back behind her and fixed to the floor, she could move very little, other than if she chose to fall backwards. However, as Sophie was guided to sit down on Lisa's thigh, she took that option too. Lisa watched, half in amazement, half in shock as her Mistress guided the large black member into Sophie. She let out small moans as she sat down on it, her Mistress making small encouraging sounds as she kept forcing her down until it was fully inside her and she straddled Lisa's thigh. "Good girl." She said in a sickly sweet tone. She noticed for the first time that Sophie had also had something strapped to the same thigh as Lisa. It looked almost like a brush made out of bristles of different sizes and thicknesses. As Sophie went onto her knees, her thigh slid between Lisa's legs and under her, mirroring Lisa's position. She let out a small moan as the object scraped along her sensitive folds. Trying to lift her body she felt the weight of Sophie on her knee and then the hands of her Mistress on her shoulders holding her down. It was uncomfortable to sit still on the other girl's leg and yet trying to move was only making it worse. She whimpered as the guards came back with yet more rope, now wrapping it around her waist and Sophie's and under them, pulling the hips harder down onto each other's thighs. "Ah- please not so tight." She whimpered, getting a stern look from her Mistress. They were left, each sitting on the other's right thigh, bodies pressed together, she felt Lisa's smaller, pert breasts press against her own and blushed, pulling back slightly. However a hand grabbed her collar and linking a short chain to it and then Sophie's that manoeuvrability was taken from her too. Instead she was left with her face inches from the other girl's. She blushed and turned away. For her trouble she got a hand full of hair tugged, forcing her back to facing the other girl. "Now, while I'm gone, I want you and Sophie to get to know each other better. She's going to teach you how to properly kiss someone else, as you are as probably less experienced in that than licking another woman's pussy right now." Lisa blushed knowing that they both knew it was true, voicing it only made her feel more like a whore. "If you stop, or aren't enthusiastic enough, Sophie will call the guards. Won't you Sophie?" The other girl, her eyes locked on the woman who held Lisa's hair nodded softly, her eyes seeming almost glazed over; Lisa wondered if she even had the capacity to make her own thought, "Yes Mistress." "Good girl. And Lisa, if the guards tell me that you didn't play nicely I'll have to show you just how big that dildo attached to your thigh would feel in your pretty little arse." Lisa swallowed and frowned, shaking her head fearfully. She considered asking how long she was going to be left here but before she could her face was pressed into Sophie's and the other girl started kissing. Her lips quickly guided Lisa's open, her tongue slipping inside Lisa's mouth, searching for hers. Flustered and feeling rather unsure she let her tongue lightly press back against the other girl's but she kissed her deeper, sucking and kissing until she caught Lisa's tongue and drew it more into the kiss. She blushed as she felt the girl's hands on her breasts, she was obviously not bound the same way Lisa was. She squeezed them and massaged them, tweaking her nipples and making a small moan escape from the kiss that Lisa embarrassingly realised was her own. She heard as the other three women left, closing the door behind them. Still Sophie kissed her like her life depended on it. She had hoped she'd stop when the other woman left. If anything she was getting more into it, kissing roughly, biting at Lisa's lips, but never letting their mouths move apart. She squeezed Lisa's breasts harder, getting a small squeak from her and as she felt Sophie's weight start to move up and down slightly on her thigh causing the odd brush between her legs to move in a very distracting fashion she felt her resolve snap. She shook her head, pulling her mouth free. "What are you doing?!" She said in a harsh whisper. Sophie gave her a confused look, "Wh-what do you mean?" Lisa kept her voice quiet as to not attract the guards' attention "You, you're enjoying this. She's not watching, you don't have to be so... so... enthusiastic about it?" She growled. She just frowned and shook her head, "Mistress told us to so-" "I don't care what she said, she's not here. You don't have to act so much like a... a whore." She blushed a little. If Sophie was offended she didn't show it, "I'm just doing as I was told." Lisa nodded a little, realising that she must be simple or something, "But why? I mean, now she isn't here she wouldn't know if you were still kissing me would she. We could just start again when we hear the door open." She thought about it for a moment and then shook her head, "Mistress wouldn't like that." Lisa's mouth opened slightly in shock, "W-well yeah. But she wouldn't know." She said, trying to give a friendly and knowing grin. Sophie shook her head again, "She would ask." Lisa really was confused, she gave her a rather concerned look. "You could lie... How long have you been here?" Sophie shrugged, "A week, maybe two." Lisa shook her head, "And before this, where were you..." Sophie frowned and shook her head, looking quite distressed, "I-I can't... I'm not allowed to think about it." She looked more concerned and shook her head again, "I..." Tears welled up in her eyes, "I was a baker's daughter. He owed someone a lot of money. He either lost me or his right hand... he could... he couldn't keep baking without..." Her words turned to sobs. Lisa felt horrified. Not by the story of how the other girl had come to be here, but by the fact that she had been just another normal girl. Just like Lisa was... she felt her heart plummet as she wondered how long she would hold onto her sanity. "H-hey Sophie. M-maybe you were right. Mistress wouldn't want her slaves to be disobedient would she." She couldn't believe what she was saying, but it seemed like a slightly better idea to let the girl be the slave than the crying baker's daughter and get them both in trouble. Kissing like this wasn't so bad after all. Sophie blinked away her tears, her mask of an expression returning and hiding her sorrow, "Y-yes that sounds like a good idea." She pressed her lips back to Lisa's and the continued to kiss, her quick return to fervent passion shocking Lisa slightly as it wasn't long before she started to fuck Lisa's thigh again, moaning into her mouth in a way that made Lisa blush a deep shade of red. Maybe the switch to obedient slave wasn't quite as far away as Lisa thought... 2. Lisa hadn't realised how sore her lips and tongue could get from kissing. By the time their Mistress returned, they must have been kissing for hours. She'd asked Sophie to stop on occasion after the first time but she'd threatened to call the guards and her Mistress's threat regarding Lisa's punishment kept her from letting her. She had kissed until her mouth was numb and the act had gone from humiliating, to slightly enjoyable to boring to almost something she didn't really pay any of her mind to. The movement of Sophie on her leg as she'd brought herself to climax several times had moved the brush like device between Lisa's own leg, stimulating her and stopping her from getting distracted. Though, Sophie wouldn't allow that, occasionally deciding to play with Lisa's breasts, squeezing, fondling and lightly tugging on her nipples. She had been thankful when they guards had been ordered to remove the two of them from their entanglement and she could finally take deep breaths in and out through her mouth. She moved her mouth, trying to get the feeling back into her sore lips and tongue. However she wasn't paying attention to those around her and didn't have a chance to stop the guard as they took hold of her and slipped something into Lisa's mouth. She cried out, the sound muffled as she felt like they were choking her, jamming something down her throat. She tried to grab at it, pull it out, but they slapped her hands away, hardly bothered by them. She struggled to breathe through her nose as they pulled the straps behind her head. She realised that it was a smaller replica of what Sophie had sat upon and as she put her hand to her mouth she could feel the circular outline of the end of what it was attached to the strap that stopped her spitting it out. She reached behind her head and found only something metallic and what felt like a key hole. She whimpered, slightly, but even that sound was muffled, having a fake penis forced into her mouth was horrifyingly embarrassing. Her Mistress walked in and gave her a knowing smile. Lisa, for obvious reasons did not return the smile. She glanced to Sophie, "Did she behave?" Lisa felt her heart freeze as she waited for the other girl's reply. She eyed Lisa and then her Mistress and Lisa's heart sank as she saw the same obedient look in Sophie's eyes. "Mostly Mistress... but she was bad to begin with. She asked questions and made me upset Mistress." She swallowed and quickly added, in Lisa's defence, "B-but she was good after that Mistress! She even moved her leg to pleasure me Mistress." Lisa blushed, she hadn't done that. Had she? She blushed some more at the doubt. Her Mistress gave Sophie an appraising look and then Lisa and smiled, viciously. "Do I need to punish you Sophie?" The other girl nodded softly, "Y-yes Mistress." She smiled, "How does ten swats from a riding crop and sucking the cock of one of the slaves on the male side sound?" Sophie didn't even blush or hesitate, she nodded. "Yes Mistress." The woman eyed Sophie and she quickly added, "Thank you Mistress!" To her grovelling. Lisa paled at the punishment Sophie had been given. Her mouth, held open as it was, a strong aid in imagining what it would be like to take a man in such a way. She had been told she'd do it eventually, but the act sounded horrifying. The idea of someone wanting to fuck her mouth... fuck her face in such a lewd way made her shiver in fright. Mortgaged into Slavery Ch. 03 "Now Lisa..." Her Mistress said in a tone that sent more shivers down her spine. "Do I need to punish you?" Lisa considered shaking her head, but she hesitated. What would be the point? She thought about it. Was she going to get out of it by saying that she didn't, was it going to help her in any way at all? She severely doubted it. Although it went against what her whole body was screaming for her to do as adrenaline flooded through her she gave a small, sad nod that brought a bright smile to her Mistress's red lips. "How about we go on a lovely walk?" Lisa furrowed her brows. There had to be a catch to that didn't there? As her Mistress eyed her, she let out a small sigh and nodded softly, resigned to her inescapable situation. Her Mistress had sent one guard away with Sophie for her punishment. She then brought out a rather strange looking item. A small piece of metal with thin chains attached. She ordered Lisa to stand and spread her legs. When she did the woman placed the object between them, pressing upwards as the guard helped wrap the chains around Lisa's waist and thighs. She realised that she hadn't even flinched when the woman placed her hand between her legs, so used to the act of obeying her and letting her have free access to her body she had become. She riled inside at that. The device was little more than a small metal cup like device, triangular in shape. It covered her pussy, or at least the entrance, it was small enough that even her slit was still accessible. The device was held securely though, by thin chains around her waist and around her thighs that locked into the device. They then slipped a few slender chains around her body, over her shoulders, under her bust. It looked like the outline of the item of clothing Quince had first forced her to wear, triangles outlining each breasts, except now those triangles held nothing and the whole thing felt rather pointless. The chains didn't constrain her and did little other than match the small chains around her hips and thighs. As the guard stepped away and she looked down at herself more she realised that the effect made her look more whorish. Being naked is one thing, people can relate to that, everyone has to get naked or gets naked for someone else eventually in their life. Dressing like this though... that was something exclusive to prostitutes and slaves. She looked like nothing more than a decorated slut. She flushed with embarrassment. It wasn't the worst thing she was made to wear though. That was the object that replaced her collar. A metal version of a collar with two bars held out of either side of her neck, each with a strap for her wrists. She held the bar up slightly, if she leg her arms relax they pulled down and pulled the collar lower, tightening it around her neck uncomfortably. Finally a leash was attached to the collar and as her Mistress walked she was forced to follow. Initially she thought that the special collar and having to hold it up was the hidden punishment or that it was being forced to be seen like this by all the guards. But they paid her little attention and it wasn't until a male guard came into sight that she felt a renewed wave of shame. His eyes glanced over her, looking from her head to her toe in one quick appraising glance. She blushed, her eyes widening in fear as his eyes lingered on her breasts. This was the first time she had seen a man since she'd been locked in the cell on her first night. Her Mistress nodded, "We need to pick up some money for the Master from a friend on the other side of the market. I've decided that Lisa here needs to be punished and at the same time less ashamed of showing off her body. So she is coming with us." The man nodded. "Hmm, might make my job harder if some drunk decides he wants to take something without paying... Especially with her all on show like that." He said in a matter of fact tone. "Ah, I have every confidence in both my guard's abilities." She said, placing her hand on the female guards arm too. He nodded and gave a shrug. Lisa swallowed, or at least tried to. The other side of the market?! She had to be joking didn't she? She was going to at least give her a cloak or something right? Lisa resisted as the leash was pulled tight. She whimpered and got a stern look from her Mistress. "Follow. Or I'll fuck you again in the middle of the town square if you'd prefer? Don't think I won't do it." She whimpered some more, but stopped resisting, her eyes falling to the floor as she was lead towards a large metal door. A slot slid open to see who was knocking before they let the four of them pass. As the light of real sun hit Lisa's skin she felt her stomach turn in fear. She was really being led outside, completely naked, this couldn't be happening. She clenched her eyes shut, but after stubbing her toe twice, she opened them and kept them on the ground instead. She could still see people out of the corner of her eyes. She felt her face flush bright red in shame as she saw a group of young boys stop and stare and then laugh and make comments about her amongst themselves. Did this town have no morals at all that someone would put a stop to this? As they moved more into the centre of the town the whole situation got more embarrassing. The streets started to get busier and they started passing people who, only a few feet away got a perfect view of her naked body. She tried glaring angrily, but it just got laughs and amused comments at her expense. As bad as the lustful looks from the men were, they were a sort of complement to her figure, she could try and pretend that this wasn't humiliating and accept that. The look she got from women was worse. They looked at her like the whore she felt. A few women tugged the men who walked beside them away from gazing at Lisa as they stared with mouths agape. This couldn't get any worse. Then they went through the market. The sea of people pressed shoulder to shoulder. She blushed as she felt cloth slide against her naked body. At first she thought the hands that lightly brushed her were unavoidable. Then the quick fleeting squeeze to her behind made her eyes open widely. She tried to call out, but the noise of the crowd and the gag drowned out her protest. The second squeeze was bolder, she felt fingers press against the device she wore between her legs and was suddenly thankful for the little protection. Another hand from an old man grabbed her breast and all she could do was stare at his smiling face angrily. More hands, touching her, squeezing, stroking, taking fleeting gropes, even the feel of a finger slightly press at her rear entrance that was still so sore; she was sickened at how bold they were in their depravity. All she could do was try and stop moving to put resistance on the leash, but that would just leave her here longer and make her Mistress angrier. Instead she walked faster, trying to put less distance between her and her Mistress, trying to be as close to her as possible. They entered a small door and walked up some narrow stairs. Lisa tuned out as she started thinking about how they'd have to walk back through the streets and ignored what they were saying to men in front of another door inside. They entered and came into a rather lavish room. Inside a man sat on what was basically a throne of cushions and, what took Lisa a couple of seconds to realise were, naked women. They were bound, ankle to thigh, hand to shoulder and then forced through the use of more liberal binding to sit in what looked like excruciating positions. Worst of all was that the man who used them as furniture was hardly a slight man, he had a stomach on him that spoke of opulence and as he stood she saw the women wince in pain followed by a look of relief. Her attention to the other women was stolen as she noticed the other man advancing towards her with a hungry look. She took a step back but the leash allowed her only that. "Ah, please tell me I was mistaken and that it was your master who owed me money and chose to pay with this delicious gift." Lisa flinched at the way he said the word delicious, it repulsed her. He looked older enough to be her father and the way his gaze was on her body was like that of a starving man looking at a roast chicken. She whimpered a little as he took hold of her breast with one hand fondling it liberally. She flushed in anger, hoping her Mistress would say something to stop him. "I am afraid not Azeem, you still owe him for your last purchase. Besides, Lisa is still in training, she's not ripe for sale yet." Lisa struggled to try and remove his hand from her breast, twisting and turning. He chuckled slightly and slipped his hand from there, down her side and onto her rear as he stepped closer, pressing himself against her. "Hmm, you'll have to let me know when she is ripe then." Lisa gave the man a fearful look as his face leant towards hers and took a deep sniff of her hair. She clenched her eyes shut and thankfully felt him stepping away from her as her Mistress coughed. "About the money..." She said. He proceeded to pay and gave Lisa no more mind, though he did have them promise to tell them when she was going to auction. One more look at the faces of the women he used as a seat and the way they cringed let her know that she really didn't want to be bought by him. Lisa was led back through the town, much to the same treatment she had on the way. Eventually the feeling of the hands groping her became less and less shocking. It was still annoying and degrading but she kept thinking about the horrible poses the girls in the room had been tied into and her fear that she would end up like that overwrote the horror of her current predicament. She couldn't live her life like that. She refused to let it come to that.