7 comments/ 36628 views/ 20 favorites Broken Ch. 03 By: DarkFantasy56 "Get her in a hospital gown and strap her to a gurney," the doctor told Tom. "Have one of the nurses start the IV and we'll inject the sedative right before they're ready to leave," ordered Dr. Lee. "Send her corset along with her too. I'll go over her papers with the buyer before they leave. I have to tend to another woman after I finish here. Mr. Smith's other client is hot for Jackie. Hopefully we can make another sale or two to these guys. I'd really like to get Jackie out of here. She strikes me as trouble." The doctor smirked, "She would be better suited as a dominatrix." Sarah stood over the table in total shock. She had so many questions. The answers that she imagined brought no comfort so they were probably best left unasked for now. Just thinking about the possibilities caused her to physically shudder. It wasn't looking like she's wake up from this nightmare. She looked to Ben. He was doing something with his phone, possibly texting. She felt so cold and alone as she stood naked over the table. Dr. Lee entered the room with a large envelope in her hand. She set it down on the table and motioned for Ben to join them. "These are her new papers," she said as she opened a passport on the table. Her new name is Linda West. You both need to start using that name. We made a California driver's license to match. Birth certificate, social security card with a valid number and more miscellaneous credit cards that shouldn't be used because they go back to the same dummy address that's on all of the other documents." She took out another packet of papers. "These are her medical records that include orders that she needed to come back to the United States for emergency heart surgery. Hopefully no one will question you. There are follow-up orders and permissions for travel and so forth. These are just precautions. Here is the remote control for her collar. This little knob sets the strength of the shock. I start out on three but it goes to ten. Are there any questions?" "I have a question," replied Sarah. "Why don't you go fuck yourself?" Dr. Lee was surprised by Sarah's sudden newfound assertiveness. Ignoring Sarah she turned to Ben. "Obviously Linda needs more training. We didn't get her fully trained on the finer points. Feel free to dish out punishment when she needs it." The doctor slapped Sarah across the face. "Don't ever talk to me or any of your other superiors like that again! My only regret is that I didn't get to teach you a few more lessons. Good luck in your new life as a slave." She turned to Ben. "Do you want us to sterilize her before she leaves? We can do an intravaginal tube blocking procedure quite quickly before you leave. You probably don't want to worry about getting her pregnant I would imagine." "Uh, no, I don't want to have any babies with her. Go ahead and take care of that please. That sounds like a good idea." "Okay, consider it done. This way you know she's clean and not going to get pregnant so you won't need any other protection." She nodded to the nurse who was standing by. "Please take care of the sterilization too. Now please excuse me but I must attend to another client now." Dr. Lee left abruptly to see how Mr. Smith and David were faring in their decision about Jackie. Mr. Smith was trying to close the deal for his other client, David before they needed to leave for the plane. This was not David's first purchase and he was somewhat seasoned on how everything worked. Through prior experience as a slave owner, he knew what might happen when he would get Jackie to his place. He was weighing the pros and cons of taking on a challenge like Jackie. Seeing his uncertainty, Dr. Lee opted not to share what they had learned from a brief internet search on Jackie. It turned out that this woman was on parole for her involvement in the death of another woman under suspicious circumstances. Apparently she had served a few years in prison for her involvement. That explained the prison tattoo on her forearm. Mr. Smith was a born salesman and could sell most anything. At this moment he probably didn't care about her background but she wasn't going to tell him. David was obviously fascinated with Jackie. Despite her tough attitude, she was attractive with deep hazel eyes and high cheekbones set off by her strawberry blond hair. During the interview, Smith had an answer for everything that Jackie threw at them. Their verbal exchanges were quite entertaining to Tom, even though they were quite nasty at times. . Jackie was still belligerent and resisting every attempt to control her. Knocking her out with drugs would be the only way to quiet that mouth and stop the fighting. David was trying to decide whether he wanted to take on this much of a challenge. He considered himself to be a tough guy and he wasn't above slapping a slave around in order to get her attention. Jackie had bit him in the arm when he tried to fondle her during a private examination. David was a big man who stood well over six feet tall and weighed more than two hundred pounds. He stood at least six inches taller than Jackie. She had a black eye from the backhand he had given to her as a reflex reaction to get her to release her mouth from his forearm. Normally, Dr. Lee did not permit client violence in her facility but she overlooked this transgression due to the circumstances. She was also still hoping to make the sale. "The bitch drew blood! "He shrieked in his own defense. "You were completely within your self-defense rights with that one," said Dr. Lee as a peace offering. He was still unsure whether he would need stitches under the bandage that Dr. Lee had quickly applied to stop the bleeding. Tom and another man entered the room quickly. Jackie was bound securely, laid out spread-eagle on the exam table. Everyone left her alone in the private room. She could be seen through the one-way glass mirror on one wall. They could tell that she was still full of piss and vinegar as she lay seething on the table. "One more try," said David, unwilling to be bested by anyone let alone a woman. "Do you have a ball gag for her?" "Of course," Dr. Lee replied. "Tom, would you please get one for David? I have a special technique for getting it in if you'd allow me to help with that part," she offered. "Okay, you get her gagged and I'm going to see if I can get her to respond properly after that," said the determined David as if he were preparing for a fight. Tom brought back a new ball gag, still in the package. Dr. Lee took the gag from him and took it from the box. She adjusted the straps and took the remote control in her other hand. She looked at David who was preparing his own things. "Are you ready for the examination now, David?" "Let's go and check her out," he replied, focused on finishing what he had started. Dr. Lee took the lead as they entered the room. Jackie watched the pair and couldn't help but get in her digs. "I see that you need a woman's help, you pussy?" she taunted him. "Or is this dyke bitch going to rape me?" It was clear that Jackie had gotten under his skin and maybe was starting to annoy the doctor too but he was determined to get the upper hand. "Shut this bitch up," he said to the doctor who had positioned herself at the head of the table. She calmly pushed the shock button for her collar and then stuffed the ball into Jackie's mouth when she opened it from surprise. The jolt made her entire body lurch and stiffen. Dr. Lee expertly fastened the latch behind Jackie's head and pulled the straps tight in one fluid motion. The harness included a chin strap and another piece that cradled her nose. Those straps were tightened to hold her moth tightly against the ball. Jackie became even more intense and screamed something indistinguishable from her disarmed mouth. She pulled on the restraints that held her wrists menacingly but there was very little slack to be found. Dr. Lee walked out of the room, leaving David alone with a very hostile Jackie. "This ought to be good," laughed Tom as he watched the two opposing forces face off in the adjacent room. "Hey, where did he get that vibrator?" "He must have brought it with him in his pocket or bag," answered the doctor. Let's see how he does with this one. Be ready to intercede if things get out of control. Give him no more than ten minutes to make his final decision" Jackie's legs kept moving defensively as David approached the table from her side. She wiggled side to side too as he turned on the vibrator and brought it over her leg and into her groin. He lightly touched it to the hood of her clitoris as he worked it over her most tender flesh. She stared angrily and bit the ball as he held it still in just the right place. Her legs slowed their kicking motion but she continued to squirm. He held the vibrator firmly on her clitoris, seeing that it was making her angry but more compliant too. Her legs stretched tight and pulled as close together as the ligatures would allow. Her arms too were taut, pulling on the restraints. She was determined not to succumb to his attempt at making her body do something she didn't want it to do. Her mind fought it but her natural response wasn't obeying her thoughts. That bastard! He could see and feel her juices rise within her slit and change the sound of the vibrator. He knew how to stimulate her vagina regardless of the resolve in her mind. She hated him even more. If he ever stuck his cock in her mouth she'd bite it off. David turned the vibrator off when he was satisfied that she was sufficiently wet. Slipping two of his fingers into her wet cunt, he massaged her g-spot. Satisfied that she was in good shape he withdrew his fingers and wiped her lube onto her cheek. Just to show his dominance, he looked her in the eyes and ran the palm of his hand over her mound, rolling her clit back and forth. He left the room to talk with Dr. Lee. Sarah was fitted with a blue hospital gown and placed on a gurney. She was held by three people and felt too weak and tired to fight. Three wide straps were wrapped around her chest, waist and lower legs. Her arms were held by the middle strap with enough opening to insert the IV needle into her left arm above her elbow. A woman placed the needle into her arm then taped it. A bag of saline was hung on a pole over her head. The woman fiddled with the valve until she was satisfied. Sarah was left unattended in the room after they had prepared her for the trip. She saw Ben check in on her but she immediately closed her eyes to avoid him. She felt the exhaustion and soon drifted off into a deep sleep. There suddenly was a lot of action and noise nearby. Barely awake, Sarah opened her eyes lazily to see what was happening. Another gurney was brought into the same room and positioned beside her. She could see that I was Jackie who had been brought in. She looked unconscious as she lay motionless with her eyes closed. "Time to get them loaded up," announced Tom as he oversaw the transport of the two women. "Sarah looks like she might already be drifting off without the3 medication. Don't let that stop you from giving her the prescribed dose." Sarah saw the woman who was called a nurse bring a syringe toward her. The needle was inserted into a rubber fitting in the IV line and the drug injected there. That was Sarah's last recollection of the place. The roar of jet engines overwhelmed her ears. Sarah was waking but still felt so groggy, disoriented and maybe a little nauseous. She tried to roll onto her side but something held her firmly against the hard mattress upon which she lay. The lighting was subdued when she opened her eyes. She could see the curved ceiling of the aircraft above. Looking down toward her body she saw a strap across her chest above her breasts and the IV line running into her arm. Almost as if it were a dream she recalled where she had been. She surmised that she must be on her way to wherever Ben was taking her. She felt sudden panic again. The drugs had relieved her anxiety but the return to reality was harsh. Not wanting to draw attention to herself, she remained quiet. There was an uncomfortable stiffness in her groin where they had inserted a catheter into her urethra. At least she didn't feel the need to pee. A burst of laughter from somewhere nearby confirmed that she was not far from the men who had bought her. She shivered in anticipation of having to face Ben again to learn his dirty secrets. She drifted back to sleep as she still felt tired and it was easier to deal with everything this way. Ben ventured into the rear cargo hold of the small plane t check on his new slave. She looked so peaceful as she slept. He had to admit that it felt weird for this woman to be his property. They were going to help him get her loaded into a transport vehicle. He wondered how they would handle that. He wasn't exactly sure where to draw the lines between a friend and a master. He already had feelings for her even though they had just only met. Perhaps it was purely lust. He had gone through with it because he thought it made perfect sense but now it felt awkward. He could see how innocent she looked laying there. His friends had instructed him to treat her like any other pet, a dog for example. That did seem to put some boundaries on the relationship in terms he could understand. He didn't want to hurt her. He just wanted a woman who was completely beholden to him and his desires, no questions asked. He wondered how she would view their relationship. He knew it was up to him to establish the appropriate boundaries. He looked over at Jackie. She looked peaceful too. He knew how looks could be deceiving. "How's the cargo?" asked David. "Everything is quiet and peaceful," replied Ben. "How soon do you think they might wake up?" "It should be any time now," said David. "I remember my last little one that I got from Dr. Lee. She was a cute little thing, barely one hundred pounds, soaking wet. She slept almost all the way to my ranch. When she finally did wake up started crying for so long that I had to leave her with my other slave. She never really did accept being a slave. I tried everything to get her to calm down and accept her new situation but she was a basket case. I probably even spoiled her but nothing helped. Finally had to sell her off. I didn't hear what happened to her and I really don't want to know. That's why I went for a tough one this time. I think she'll be okay once I get her broken. Besides, I think deep down she kind of likes me," he said with a big grin that was hard to read as to whether he was just kidding. Ben joined in the conversation, "I think my girl is close to broken although she showed some spark just as we were leaving. Can you believe that she literally told the doctor to fuck herself?" They all laughed at that story. "I do believe Dr. Lee could do that if she set her mind to," interjected Mr. Smith. They all found that amusing too. "She's a cleaver old gal though," continued Mr. Smith. "She's been at this for nearly ten years and manages to keep herself out of trouble. The old gal ought to retire before they catch her and lock her up and throw away the key," he sighed. "I don't know where I'd find another like her though." David offered his opinion, "She's a lot easier to deal with than some of the Asians or Russians, that's for sure." The pilot came back into the cabin and announced, "Gentlemen, we will be beginning our descent shortly. I expect to have the plane on the ground in about thirty minutes. Wait inside and I'll get it brought into the hanger. Arrangements have been made for two transport vehicles with medical staff for the girls. There are also separate vehicles for anyone who wants to distance themselves from the cargo." He looked at Ben, "I would recommend that you let the ambulance go ahead of you just in case anyone is following. I have no reason to believe this to be the case but it's best to play it safe in this business. This is the most dangerous part of dealing in human trafficking. Once you hide her on your estate she'll be pretty much invisible." Ben nodded. He was impressed with the lengths that they were going to for his protection. He realized his own naiveté. He would never have been that cautious on his own. The captain patted his shoulder as he headed back to the cockpit. "You have a good hiding spot there, Ben?" David asked. "Pretty good I think," replied Ben. "I have a ranch house in the middle of eighty acres with nothing but sand for the drive in. You'd never know there's a house in there if you passed it on the road and you'd never even think of looking there if you passed it on the highway." "Sounds like a great setup," agreed David. "I have a wooded place in the mountains with forty acres of my own plus the state forest that butts up to my property. My biggest challenge is some idiot hiker getting lost and stumbling onto my homestead. That's why I keep them in a self-contained compound within the main house. The only time they get outside is inside of the courtyard." "That should work well too," acknowledged Ben. "Very little chance of seeing much from the air I suppose in the woods. Being in the desert and foothills means I have to be wary of low-flying planes and copters." "Not that you really need to be that paranoid," interjected Mr. Smith. "Look, once you get your lady home you just need to keep her out of sight to any other people, including family. You do that and there shouldn't be any trouble." The sound of the plane's landing gear going down suddenly made the plane squeal with hydraulic noises. "Make sure you're all fastened in" spoke the pilot over the intercom" The plane made a steep and banking turn as the pilot lined it up with the runway and set it down smoothly. It didn't take long for the plane to taxi into a nearby hanger where the doors closed as soon as it entered. Two ambulances were parked inside already. Ben and David both got out of their seats to check on their precious cargo. Both women appeared to still be unconscious. The crews from the ground vehicles entered the plane and asked the others to please give them room. AS the men got out of the plane in the hanger, Ben was somewhat surprised that no one showed up to check on anything. He knew that his place was in the United States and was not sure about all the effort that went into the passports, unless that was for the eventuality that he might want to take Sarah, err Linda to another country at some point. He had no idea where David and Jackie were going and figured that the less he knew the better. The attendants took Sarah first to a waiting ambulance. Ben followed to check on her as the men unloaded Jackie next. Sarah seemed to be half awake but there was no sign of movement from Jackie as her gurney was rolled by. Ben stared at Sarah's innocent face as she slept. He couldn't wait to get his new pet to his home. Ben and Mr. Smith got into the back seats of one of the waiting town cars. David, having experience with what to do got into the back seat of the other by himself. The two cars quickly headed out of the hanger area and onto local roads away from the airport. A short time later the two ambulances quietly left the premises as well, heading in different directions. Mr. Smith felt compelled o give Ben instructions. Being a careful man he knew the importance of making certain that his clients didn't make stupid mistakes. "We'll stop for dinner on our way to your place. That will give them time to deliver your woman and make sure everything is copacetic. What are you hungry for?" "There a nice little bar and grill not too far from my place. I'll write the address down for the drive," replied Ben. I suppose it is about half an hour from here." Broken Ch. 03 "Great, great my boy," said Mr. Smith in hos gravelly voice. "Tell me more about your place." "Well, it's built in the middle of about eighty acres in the desert with virtually no driveway that someone who doesn't know about the place would find. It's hidden in a little canyon so it's very private. I keep a few horses there along with my motorized toys. I secured a bedroom for someone like Linda myself so o one knows about it. I hopefully covered all my tracks so no one will suspect a thing, even if they were to somehow meet her." "Try not to let her get out in public is my advice," said Smith as he lit up a cigarette. "You don't mind if I smoke do you?" "I'll go along with just one," said Ben. "Open the window at least." "Okay. Now, regarding training, you will need to establish right from the start that you are in charge. I saw some signs of weakness there at Dr. Lee's. You gotta be firm right from the start or they'll walk all over you. I've seen you young guys fall for a slave before. That spells trouble, believe me. No need to get rough or nasty, just firm. If she refuses to obey however, you have to punish her right away and make sure she understands that you will not accept that kind of behavior. I know she's a little cutie with those bedroom eyes but you can't fall under her spell, so to speak. I'd hate to see you some night on the news. That's what keeps me awake at night." The chauffer stopped at the local bar and grill that Ben had recommended. Mr. Smith continued to hammer Ben with how to train and control his new pet. The conversation was informative be for Ben as he hadn't given nearly as much thought to this when he got involved as he maybe should have. Mr. Smith gave him a burner phone to use in case of an extreme emergency. It was pre-programmed with Mr. Smith's emergency number on another burner phone. "Remember Ben; never, ever get the authorities involved with anything to do with her. Call me, night or day with this phone only. I have the necessary resources to handle anything. You'd be surprised how many of these things go wrong and turn into a fuckin' mess. I can help you. No one else can. Understand?" "Yes, Sir," Ben replied as the town car pulled onto his property and continued to the house. Ben was amazed that the chauffer was able to find the house without more direction. " "He looked your place up on the satellites and used the coordinates to find your place in case you were wondering," explained Mr. Smith. "We are a very resourceful service." "Impressive," remarked Ben who was eager to get inside and check out his pet. "One more thing, kid," said Mr. Smith. "You're going to find her on the floor in your kitchen. That's where they pit them. She'll probably be awake by now. They leave the women hogtied and gagged. Be careful when you set her free. Make sure you have the remote control for her collar ready, just in case. Here, let me come in with you since this is your first time." The two men got out of the car and walked to the deserted house, illuminated only by the car's headlights and some landscape lighting. A motion-sensor light at the door came on as they approached. Ben unlocked the door and turned on the light in the foyer. They could immediately hear the sounds of someone thrashing about in the kitchen and trying to cry out through their nose. They walked into the kitchen where Ben turned on the ceiling lights. There she was, lying on her side, hogtied in between the center island and the sink. She had been changed from the blue hospital gown and back into her corset. Her pussy was spread open from being tied in that position. She was definitely awake now. Her ankles were pulled up and tied to her wrists behind her back but she somehow managed to kick at the lower cupboards. Ben looked at Mr. Smith for guidance. "Let's get her calmed down first before we do anything else," Smith suggested. Even though he had proven to be a very astute business man in this highly illegal business, Ben got the feeling that Mr. Smith was not a touchy-feely kind of guy when it came to emotional women. "Linda," Ben said somewhat quietly, "It's me, Ben. This is my place. I'm here to untie you but you have to calm down and promise to behave. He started to loosen the strap that held the ball gag tight in her mouth. She stopped struggling and waited for him to remove the gag. With the clasp unfastened he pulled the ball from her mouth. "What the hell is going on?" she shouted in a hoarse voice. "You've been brought to my place where you will be staying," Ben explained, hoping that she would find comfort with the change in her position. "Let me go!!! I want to just go home," she wailed. "What the fuck is wrong with you people? You can't just go around taking people like this!" "Well dear, actually we can," interrupted Mr. Smith. "What is that asshole doing here?" she cried out with alarm as she looked to Ben. Trying hard to take charge, Ben started in, "He's here to make sure that we get off to a good start. I need to get you out of these ropes so I can continue with your training starting tonight. He simply wanted to demonstrate to us how to continuing where Dr. Lee left off. As you know, you were released earlier than usual so you are not completely educated on what is expected of a slave like yourself. As is usually the case in life, there is an easy way to go about this or there is the painful and difficult way. Try to behave and I think you'll end up doing better." She remained silent, sizing them up to decide whether to fight now or wait until later when Ben was alone. It really was no contest. Ben seemed naïve' and possible to manipulate. She wasn't sure about Mr. Smith or whatever his real name was but he obviously had experience. She decided to go along for the time being. "Okay, so if I agree to do as you say, what's next?" Mr. Smith jumped in, "Linda, you will simply be expected to do any and everything that Ben asks of you. Failure to do so will result in immediate and possibly severe punishment. That's up to Ben but he knows what is appropriate. Go ahead Ben, untie her and show us both what you have in mind for her on this first night." Ben took a knife from a drawer in the kitchen and cut the rope that bound her ankles to her wrists. Linda stretched out her legs on the cold tile floor to relieve her cramped muscles. He cut the rope between her feet and wrists, allowing her freedom. "Slowly rise to your feet and go sit in that chair at the table in the dinette," he told her. Linda slowly got to her knees, checked the stare from both men and stood. She walked slowly over to the chair where she sat as instructed. Ben pulled a metal shackle from another kitchen drawer and walked over to her. He crouched in front of her and ordered her to extend her left leg. When she did, he placed the shackle around her left ankle and locked it tightly around her leg, in similar fashion to a handcuff. "You'll be chained at all times as we get started," explained Ben. "That's bullshit!" she declared. "I'd rather take my chances out there." "I'll show you tomorrow when it's light out that there is really nowhere for you to go anyway. Besides, in addition to the brutal heat and lack of water there are rattle snakes, scorpions and coyotes all over the place in the desert." He picked up a box that was sitting on another chair and pulled out a coiled stranded cable, nearly half an inch in diameter and coated with gray plastic. . The aircraft cable had loops at each end. Using a padlock, he fastened it to a looped anchor in the cement floor that was concealed behind a blind. Bringing the other end to her he fastened it to the shackle with another padlock. "Just sit tight while I discuss a few matters with Mr. Smith. There are glasses above the sink if you'd like some water from the tap. That's about as far as you can reach." He walked over to Mr. Smith and gestured for him to follow. "Let me show you the room I intend to keep her in and see what you think," he said as they walked. Ben opened the patio door off the kitchen. "I converted the casita to have no opening windows. The glass is tempered bullet-proof glass with a tint to prevent anyone from seeing in". Mr. Smith followed him out the kitchen door across a concrete patio to the stand-alone casita. "The door is steel with two deadbolts – one needs a key and the other has a changeable combination. I have this four-post bed that is anchored to the floor. There are several eyebolts attached to the floor for the cable if I want to really keep her locked up. I have a ceiling lift hook in here so we don't have to go to the basement. All the toys are kept in another room or are in a locked chest over there where the kitchenette used to be. The bath has been simplified to just have a toilet, tub and plain sink. Any suggestions come to mind?" "It looks pretty secure. The biggest thing is you can't leave anything around that they could use as a weapon against you. Think like they do in the prisons – nothing loose anywhere. Otherwise I think this place ought to work well. I like the fact that it's a separate building even though it's close. Hey, you did a good job of laying down the law out there – keep it up, no lapses in discipline. Avoid the temptation to literally sleep with her, as in unconscious. A man is very vulnerable when he's asleep and they know that." "Oh, good idea. I was thinking of the day that we could eventually share my bed but you're probably right." "Not until you have established a ton of trust. Ever hear of Stockholm syndrome? It is very real and you will most likely experience it with Linda. Pretty soon she'll cozy up to you and make every attempt to please you. Next thing you know she's feeling like she's your girlfriend or even wife. Try to keep her at a distance from your personal life. Even if given a lot of time, they can turn on you in a heartbeat if the situation changes. Do you have a girlfriend right now?" "There are a few women in town with whom I've spent some time," Ben answered. "Do you ever bring anyone out here to the house?" "Yes, once in a while. You know Bob and Dave who hooked me up with you. I usually see them at business affairs but they were talking about maybe getting together with our slaves some day." The light went on in Ben's head. "What do you suggest I do with her if I have someone over?" "First of all, I think that would be very risky to get two slaves together anytime. Secondly, I think you really need another holding area away from the house. Do you have any outbuildings that are farther away? You must with a big place like this." "Yes, I could prepare something in the horse barn as one option." "I suggest you do that as soon as possible," advised Mr. Smith. "You don't want to have to answer a bunch of difficult questions if someone comes over. A regular safe room would be ideal if you really want security. If you get unannounced guests I'd suggest that you keep her away from the house entirely. It's good that you can get her out to this place quietly without being seen from the front door." "Yes, I can see that. Thanks Mr. Smith. I'll look into that right away tomorrow. Oh, and I have a housekeeper that comes a few times each week too." "Ooh, that could be trouble. Tell me about her," said Mr. Smith. "Well she's a middle-age Mexican woman, illegal I think. She doesn't want to ever see a doctor or dentist or anyone else that might leave a paper trail. I pay her in cash." "That worries me a little, Ben. It will be hard to hide your guest from a housekeeper. They pick up on everything. Can you trust her with any and everything?" "I think so. She's not about to go to the authorities." "I don't know Ben. Try to keep things low key with her too. She's probably not going to be a problem but you need to be careful. Maybe come up with a cover story that Linda's your new girlfriend." I have the special phone so I'll keep it in a safe place and give you a call if anything bad happens. Otherwise, I know how to contact you if I decide I want another. – Just kidding for now anyway," Ben laughed. "Look, I have to go now but remember what I said. I worry most about the really cute ones with the power of persuasion. Make no mistake about it Ben, you got a good one. They are never as innocent and helpless as they look either. Remember that." "Right, I'll be on guard, said Ben with so much eagerness that Smith knew what was on his mind" "Now go enjoy your new pet," he said as he walked back into the house and through the kitchen. "Bye, Linda. Be good," he said as he left the house. She ignored the man. Ben was finally alone with his Sarah or Linda or who cared what he called her? He was pretty excited about having the new woman at his place indefinitely. He knew he couldn't let her get the upper hand but he wanted to fuck her so badly right then and there. He came into the kitchen where he saw that she had helped herself to a glass of water. He wondered whether ne needed to switch to plastic dishes just to be safe. She looked so sexy sitting there with her corset defining her figure. She seemed to have gotten used to being half-naked. He stared at her with her firm breasts exposed above the garment and her pussy visible on the wooden chair. She was probably hungry but that would have to wait. He had other plans on his mind. "Hi Linda," he said as awkwardly as a teenager meeting a girl for the first time. "Now that we're finally alone together I'd like to get closer with you. Would you like to see your place now? Or rather, I'm going to show you your place now." "Okay," she replied casually as she leaned back in the chair, to his surprise. "I'm going to put handcuffs on you before I release your tether, Linda. I am still trying to read you to see how accepting you've become with your new role in life. Damn, you are hot though! He ran his hands up her sides, feeling her curves under the corset. She smiled at him, not so much at the compliment but because she knew she could easily manipulate this man. She had an idea. "Ben, do you have something, some fruit maybe that I could eat. I'm really hungry because I haven't eaten all day?" He looked around and saw a bunch of bananas sitting on the counter. They were spotted from being there for a while but he offered one of them to her. Linda took the banana from Ben's hand and slowly peeled it. She looked at his eyes as she slowly brought it to her mouth. Seductively she closed her lips around the fruit as she slid it into her mouth. "That's good," she said as she chewed the banana. "Thank you." "You're welcome," he blurted out, totally surprised at her demeanor and clear attempt to seduce him. He pulled a pair of fleece-lined handcuffs from the same drawer where the shackle had been. He walked over beside her and looped one cuff around her left hand as it sat on the table. Pulling her left arm behind her back he took her right wrist and brought it back to slip the other side of the handcuffs onto her right side. Standing over and behind her he focused on her exposed breasts. He took the opportunity to run his hands gently over them, gently tugging on her nipples until they responded and grew harder. She sat still as he played with her body. She found his sensuous touching to be very nice actually. He bent down and kissed her on the mouth then suckled her right tit. She could feel his erection through his pants and the chair rails. He pulled out the key and released her ankle from the cable. Holding her arm beneath the shoulder he helped her out of the chair and walked her out the kitchen door to the outdoor patio. The night air was still hot she noticed. Ben unlocked the door and opened it. He ushered her into the main room where the bed dominated the space. He pointed out the basic features that were there. Unable to wait any longer, he pulled the covers back on the bed and threw her onto her back in the middle of the bed. He undressed so quickly that his clothes were scattered around the bedroom. Ben crawled on top of her, caressing her breasts and face. He ran his hands over her body and cupped her bottom as he kissed her all over her mouth and breasts. Linda couldn't reciprocate with her arms cuffed behind her back. "Ben, do you think you could take these cuffs off so I can participate in this too?" He pondered her request for a second but his head was not doing the thinking. "Okay but let me get the door first," he replied. He got out of the bed and turned on the ceiling fan before he set the combination lock on the door. He returned to her and rolled her over to remove the cuffs. It was only then that he realized that the key was in his pants pocket on the floor. He dug through his pockets to find the key. He found the remote control first and had a thought but dismissed it. He found the key in another pocket and returned to unlock her wrists. He thought about removing the corset too but he's either have to unlace the whole thing or get a tool to unfasten the hooks in front. He decided that it could wait. He resumed his position on top of her. He spread her legs with his and mounted her. He watched her reaction as her pounded her hard on the mattress. When he sensed that she was getting close he placed his hands around her neck and pressed his thumbs into her carotid arteries just above her collar. She was surprised but did nothing. He held his hands on her neck as she came. He immediately came as well and released her neck. "What was that?" she asked, gasping for air from the strenuous workout. A little oxygen deprivation during climax," he told her. "That felt really weird," she said. "I'm not sure whether I liked that or not. I felt kind of high but dizzy at the same time." He had wondered how his slave would react to his kinky sex fantasies. This was only the first test. He was glad that she was open to discussing it with him. There were many others that he intended to explore with her in the future. "I think both of us need some sleep," he announced. "This is your bed so I'm going to lock your leg to an anchor in the concrete floor as well as lock your door. You should be able to reach the bathroom with the cable." He pulled another cable out from under the bed and fastened it to the shackle that remained on her left ankle. She felt her neck where he had pressed. She was sure there must be at least two bruised. She was somewhat surprised at how rough he got. Maybe just a clue about his need for a slave, she thought as she lay in the bed. "Good night. I'll come and get you for a nice breakfast in the morning. I trust that there will be no drama tonight?" "No, Sir," she replied wearily. She was tired too and hungry. She fell asleep in the wet spot before he had even left the casita.