0 comments/ 27325 views/ 8 favorites Caught Ch. 02 By: perv7234 Bobby has been Angela's Master now for just under two days. He was following the manual on 'How to Treat Your Slave', very carefully. Slaves will try to assert their will almost from the instant they arrive at their owner's home. That certainly was true with Angela. Almost immediately she demanded to see her daughter and she started to run towards the bedroom he said her daughter was in. He was lucky to remember to use the remote for her slave collar to stop her. The pain must have been considerable because she hit the floor hard and he only held the trigger down 2 seconds. She had looked at him in abject terror afterwards. He was standing over her and almost snarling said... "If you ever disrespect me like that again I will give you a beating you will never forget." "I won't forget again, Master. I'm so very sorry, Master. I won't disrespect you ever again. It was just that I hadn't seen Casey in a long time." "You are not going to see her for a while yet either, unless you can prove to me you know how to obey me." He reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her up to a sitting position; he slapped her hard across the face. He turned and using her hair as a sort of leash dragged her along behind him. Angela crawled along behind him as fast as she could. She didn't want him to pull a fistful of hair out of her head, besides it hurt like hell having her hair pulled. Bobby pulled a chair out from the table and sat down. "Now slave, show your Master your obeisance." Angela knelt before her Master and pressed her forehead to the carpet. "How may your slave serve her Master?" "Show me how well you have learned to suck on your master's cock." Over the last days, while she was still in slave training, he had her trainers stop giving her birth control pills. Bobby was planning on impregnating her as soon as possible and this way; make it impossible for her to ever think of escaping. Once she delivered his child she could never leave, it would mean abandoning her child and his as well. As a child Bobby was always small and scrawny. His mother worried that her baby would be underdeveloped, even his genitals seemed much too small. His pediatrician agreed with his mom and he was given, a series of shots of growth hormone and testosterone. He never grew very tall, only 5'11". However his testicles and penis would make a small horse jealous. Bobby's dick was at least three times as thick as his father's, her ex-lover, about 21/2" in diameter, and several inches longer. Angela looked at this monster cock and then at her Master. She said... "Master I don't... I, I, can't... I'll, nev... never get that in my mouth. "Open up, or would you rather I break your nose? Now open up. As she opened her mouth he shoved a piece of hard rubber between her upper and lower molars on the right and then the same thing on the left. Her mouth was forced open wider than ever before. Bobby expected this to happen. That was why he always used prostitutes. Till he stretched their jaw muscles very few women could open their mouths wide enough. "Now baby, start sucking, if I feel you trying to bite me I'll splatter your nose all over your face. Now close those lips and start sucking and make sure you swallow every drop." Angela whimpered, but did as she was told. Bobby grabbed both of her ears and was working her head back and forth as he fucked her face. I'm about to come so suck that cock real good. He watched her cheeks indent as she increased her sucking. When he came she was very pleasantly surprised he tasted delicious. She was swallowing as fast as she could as he filled her mouth over and over. Angela was swallowing easier and easier as she found she loved the taste. Her training kicked in and suddenly she felt she would never get enough of his come he tasted so delicious. In her mind she was thinking (more, more, I want more, it's so good, so very good). She realized then that this was the way it would always be when she was allowed to suck on his cock. She thought I don't think I'll mind being his slave at all. But Bobby was finished. He pulled his cock from her mouth with a small pop. He reached into her mouth and removed the rubber pieces, "lick my fingers clean, slave." "Yes Master, she said as she did as she was told." "May I get dressed now Master?" "No! You are to remain naked at all times when you are inside my house. She was about to say something when he said... "Go down to the kitchen and make me a ham and cheese sandwich on toast." "Yes Master, right away Master." Angela was afraid of Bobby now; he had proved that he wasn't afraid of seriously hurting her if she didn't obey instantly. Something had clicked in her brain and the need to obey became primary. Suddenly she smiled and thought I don't think I'm going to mind obeying him if everything else he does to me feels as good as being his cocksucker. "You may also drink one bottle of blue liquid for your lunch." "Yes Master." Angela was squatting before her Master as she was trained to do whenever she was awaiting orders. She was waiting patiently for him to finish his sandwich. Her knees were spread wide exposing her sex. Her hot pink inner lips and her hot pink pierced clit were on display. Her palms were face up and laying on her knees. She had been trained to remain in this position for hours awaiting orders. Bobby was finishing his sandwich, he casually reached into a bag marked treats. He took out a red biscuit. Instantly Angela's eyes open wide and her breathing quickened. This was the only solid food slaves were allowed. It was like catnip to them. Two biscuits would put them in a state of ecstasy where they would do any depraved act the trainer wanted. Slaves only defecated once every three weeks. Two or three small beads were all they passed. Something had been done to their alimentary canal so they would stay in perfect physical condition; as long as they were kept on their special food regimen. While at the same time they craved the biscuits. After consuming the biscuit they remained in a completely docile state. Bobby was going to see if they stretched her anal sphincter to the proper size. He had been told that Slaves were given Neuropractil, which causes 30 or 40 nerve bundles to form along the sphincter inner edge. Usually gay men who were rich enough to become owners of slaves did this to their slaves, and it didn't matter if the slave was gay or not, they would thereafter crave anal sex. There was other things that they did to straight men but if was too upsetting for Bobby to contemplate. Angela was completely spaced out. She let him lead her into his bedroom. There was a leather padded saw horse in front of the closed drapes. Angela let him bend her over the saw horse and attach her ankles to the legs on one side and her wrists to the legs on the other side. Her large breasts were hanging below her. They barely changed their shape. She watched him squeeze out a large glob of K-Y jelly and spread it evenly along his shaft. Then when he thought it was ready he brought his cock to the center of her sphincter and leaned forward. There was a slight resistance at first but then the entire length of shaft slid completely up her ass. Almost immediately she grunted deeply while a massive orgasm exploded a feeling of pure pleasure throughout her body. He continued fucking her in the ass till she orgasmed six times. By this time Angela was dazed both from being upside down and having so many orgasms so quickly. Angela seemed to be floating on a sea of pleasure. She was released from the saw horse and she seemed to float to her Master's bed. Bobby was floating above her and somehow was between her legs. He told her to put his joy stick at the opening of her pussy and she was happy to help him out. Bobby pushed his hips forward and he slipped inside her. He fit so perfectly, his cock was just like those dildos she had been trained with. Would he make her come the way she did during training? He was all the way inside her and in truth he sure felt better that those dildos. He felt warm and snug. He was fucking her pussy slowly and steadily. She felt an explosion of pleasure and didn't realize her Master and she had come at the same time. He had used all three of her holes and in each he felt great. But now she was exhausted and need some rest. She was falling, falling a long way. In her head she said I'm sorry Master, I wanted to make it good for you too, but I have to go to sleep now. When she opened her eyes next, it was late morning. She was still naked and they were lying in the spoon position. That monster cock of his was completely buried up her ass, she moved slightly in an attempt to detach herself from his love stick. Her body exploded in one of those monstrous but slow rolling, exquisitely delightful orgasms. She grunted and surrendered her body completely. Since she had arrived at his home yesterday (was it really only yesterday) he had fucked her a half dozen times. Each time she was driven deeper and deeper in lust with him. Angela was lying wrapped in his arms. His left arm was around her neck and his left hand was cupping her left breast. His index finger was gently massaging her nipple. His right hand was over her right hip with the right hand holding her right breast. Again his right index finger was playing with and massaging her right nipple. How does he know exactly how to turn me on? He seems to have an instinct to know where to touch me and how to touch me. God my pussy is so wet now I'm embarrassed to get up. Oh shit, I have to pee so badly I better get to the bathroom. She had no memory of when they put electrodes on her temples or what happened. They had put her into a false state of hypnosis. They made her describe, in great detail, exactly how to arouse her and what turned her on. They were training a sex slave, and she was going to be perfect. Billy too was trained. He didn't remember it happening but everything she told them was fed into his subconscious so he would be her perfect lover. Master, I really have to pee. If you don't let me up there's going to be a puddle in the bed. Bobby chuckled, and he eased his cock out of her ass and she raced to the bathroom holding her pussy. Why didn't I fuck him two or three years ago he's a much better lover than his father ever was. He's sure built better too. (she giggled) He tastes a lot better too. He must be at least twenty or twenty one, I'm only twelve or thirteen years older than him, and (he was actually twenty three). "Let's take a shower together," he said. She looked up and he was standing in the bathroom doorway. Herr face turned bright pink. He had caught her just as she was wiping her pussy dry. "Don't tell me you're embarrassed. You've been naked in front of me eighteen or nineteen hours. I've even fucked you, what, five or six times and how many times have you come?" "Okay, okay, don't write a book about it. I get your point... Master." "Do you want your feeding now or after the shower?" "We better do it now; I think the withdrawal is beginning. She knew what had been done to her. Somehow during her training they had addicted her to his semen. If she wasn't fed with additional semen every eight hours the ache she felt in her body became excruciating. In addition her arms, legs, and belly developed cramps so severe, she screamed in agony. She felt it once and never wanted to feel that way again. "Okay, just a minute, He went back into the bedroom and came back with a jar which he handed to her. She took it and placed it on the floor next to where she was kneeling. Bobby walked behind her and she tilted her head back till she was looking straight up at the ceiling. He bent his knees slightly and pushed his cock straight down into her mouth, then into her throat, she started sucking, and licking and twirling her tongue round and round his glans. He still tasted absolutely delicious. The moment she tasted him she started to get turned on big time. Her pussy got so wet she was sure that she could feel her secretions dripping down the insides of her thighs. Her nipples became engorged and swollen so hard they ached to be pinched. Angela became so aroused she started to beg. "Come in my mouth! Please, please come in my mouth." Angela lost all control; she was screaming for him to fill her mouth with his semen. Some sick bastard had made it so, that for the rest of her life, she would need to be his cocksucker. So far she was acting and reacting exactly as it said in her manual. Billy was thrilled with his new slave. After a few moments he said "I'm ready" and pulled his cock back till the head only was in her mouth and he ejaculated. When her mouth was full she picked up the jar, removed the lid, and emptied her mouthful into the jar. She did this over and over till there were about 3 or 4 ounces of semen in the jar. She sealed the jar and placed it back on the floor next to her knees. Then as if none of this had occurred she sucked on his cock and swallowed all his come, till her belly was full. It was only then that her craving for come was satisfied. Angela knew that he knew how thoroughly she was hooked on his semen. She would suffer greatly if she went into withdrawal. That's why she was trained to always keep a jar with enough of his semen to hold her for several hours, just in case he was late when it was time for her to get her next feeding. This was just another way for him to keep her completely controlled. She was a slave and the state made sure that she realized it every minute of every day. By the end of two weeks all of the training that Angela had gone through was thoroughly entrenched in her mind and body. She was now the perfect slave; unable to disobey her Master and very willing to do whatever he commanded. The state had adopted the protocol that Dr. Chalmers had devised. He was put in charge of the training of Sex slaves. In only two years after Angela was sold as a sex slave; the demand went from 20 a year to over 1000 a year and still climbing. The price Billy paid went from $10,000.00 to $500,000.00. When the demand started to come from overseas special laws were enacted that spelled out carefully who would be permitted into the voluntary slave program. These laws were especially for the sex slave division. Suddenly every state was enacting voluntary slave laws. His protocol which he always kept secret because he felt what they did to Angela was illegal became the guide for female sex slaves. Bobby allowed her to see and care for Casey. This was just another reason for her to form an attachment with Bobby. Now that she had become docile and obedient, Bobby no longer treated her badly nor did he threaten her in any way. The sex with him wasn't just okay, it was the very best she ever had. There was no longer any doubt; she would be a perfect slave for the rest of her life. About eight months after Angela became Bobby's slave, Detective Ralph Pettrelli stopped by to see how Angela was getting along. Ralph was the detective who engineered Angela's slavery change from house slave to sex slave. That very morning Casey was crying and fussing from a case of colic. The poor kid hadn't eaten anything all day yesterday and was crying at breakfast this morning. She was throwing herself from side to side in her highchair. When Angela leaned in to hold her, Casey, who was holding a spoon, struck Angela right in the eye. Almost immediately the eye swelled shut and turned deep red. Poor Casey, who was still crying in discomfort, threw her toy and the spoon on the floor. When Angela bent down to pick up the toy and spoon, Casey knocked the cereal bowl off the table striking poor Angela in the face. Now Angela had a large bruise on her face and a swollen jaw. "I think you should see for yourself how she's getting along." "Angela, get in here." She came waddling into the room. She was eight months pregnant, carrying twins. She looked enormous. She was also completely naked. As soon as she saw the detective she blushed profusely. It made the bruises and the black eye look much worse than they were. "This man was my father's partner." "Yes Master." "He helped me buy you as my slave." "Yes Master, thank you sir for helping my Master." "Okay, go take care of Casey." Angela looked completely mortified she was very embarrassed. She was standing totally naked in front of a complete stranger. "Yes Master, thank you Master." She turned and waddled out of the room. On her ass was a large black and blue mark from bumping into a table. "I can't beat her up too often right now. After all she's carrying my twins. But after she delivers, I can go back to my old routine. A good fuck, a good beating, a good blow job, a good beating, and good ass fuck a good beating. You understand right. After all, she did kill my mother and my father. Come back anytime you feel like." "Nah, you got everything well in hand. Keep up the good work." The end Caught Ch. 02 I was visiting Mary, my girlfriend. There was no-one else at home and we'd graduated from the front room to her bedroom, enjoying a little bit of friendly slap and tickle. I had hopes that it might go a bit further than that. Mary is eighteen and lives at home still, the remainder of the family being her parents and Janet, her older sister. Not much older. She's nineteen, the same as me. Mary does not have a very high sex drive. I have successfully managed to get her to bed several times and she seemed to quite enjoy it, but I think that where sex was concerned she could take it or leave it and would just as soon leave it. So you can see that I was rather pleased to find her feeling rather amorous and receptive to my evil intentions. We started off in the front room, kissing and some gentle petting. After a while the petting was getting a bit heavier and the kissing was certainly getting a bit heavier. Mary finally drew back and said that maybe we should continue our discussion in her room. Oddly enough, I was the one reluctant to do so. Self-interest was the reason, pure and simple. Just walking from the front room to her room would be enough to have Mary cool down significantly, and I'd have to set to work to get her steamed up. So it proved, but Mary was still in her amorous mood, and slowly I managed to stoke her passions until she was more receptive. Finally deciding that the time was right I started advancing the agenda. Mary's blouse became unbuttoned and I began paying some attention to her cleavage. Rejoicing in the invention of front fastening bras I unfastened said bra, finding a fine pair of breast, nipples perked up, waiting for my attentions. I happily provided that attention, stroking and tasting them. At the same time I was starting to gently touch other places, lightly rubbing and encouraging Mary to do likewise, with me the recipient of her touches. I was the first one exposed, with Mary unzipping me and taking hold of me, giving me a little kiss while stroking me. I murmured something about her turn and managed to lower her panties to her knees, not running into any real resistance apart from a touch of nervousness. From that point on, as far as I was concerned, it was just going to be a matter of time. The way we were now I wouldn't really need to completely strip Mary, although I would if possible. I love seeing a nude female body lying there, waiting for me. My hand was between her legs, stroking and probing, finding her hot and ready. Nearly ready, I should say. I could tell she wasn't quite at the point of total yielding, but it was coming. While I was teasing her, Mary, for her part, was examining my equipment, hands wrapped around it, assessing it, and hopefully finding it to her liking. That's where we were at when Janet opened the door. "Mary, can I borrow your purple dress?" she was saying as she entered. "Ah, what are you doing?" she asked, taking in the scene. I looked at her, really narked. I could feel all Mary's passion just draining away and there wasn't going to be any nooky for me this morning. Janet was standing there staring. It was pretty obvious she was fresh out of the shower. I'd only assumed she wasn't home. Her short hair was a trifle messy and still damp, and her clothing appeared to consist of a towel wrapped around her, barely covering the essentials. Quite an impressive cleavage, I noticed. "Let's see," I said thoughtfully. "Mary's bra is open and her breasts are on display and have that freshly kissed look. Her panties are down around her knees and I've eased her legs apart and am paying some concentrated attention to her soft flesh, coaxing her pussy to flower and flow. At the same time my trousers are half off, with my cock standing firmly erect. Mary has both hands firmly attached to said cock, giving it her full attention." I paused for a moment. "Tell me, Janet, what do you think we were about to do?" Janet's face was scarlet. (Mary's was rather red, too, and she hastily let go of my cock. Damn it.) "You can't do that here," Janet gasped. "Um, why not," I asked. "We just don't do that sort of thing in this family?" Was she kidding? "Ah, where did you and your sister come from?" I enquired with some interest. "And does this mean you're a virgin?" "I meant while we're not married," Janet snapped. "I see. Your virginity, you still have it?" "Effectively," muttered Janet, not looking at me. Effectively? What the hell did that mean? "You intrigue me," I murmured. "I feel that the subject should be investigated further." "No, it shouldn't," snapped Janet. I think she was about to bolt from the room, but she was a little late. She should have bolted as soon as she saw what was going on. I reached over and snagged her arm, drawing her towards me. I also snagged her towel but decided I didn't want that and let it drop. The upshot was that a naked Janet finished up sprawled across my lap, bottom up. Mary was giggling and hastily straightening her clothes. Janet was wriggling and pushing at me, trying to get up off my lap. The pushing hastily ceased when she found out what she'd grabbed. "Do you mind," I murmured, sounding offended. "How would you like it if I grabbed you here?" From the squeal, Janet would rather I did not grab her there. I smiled and left my hand resting there, rubbing lightly. "Saying you're effectively a virgin is weaselling around the issue," I remarked. "Wouldn't you agree, Mary?" It seemed that, yes, Mary did agree, and we both looked at Janet. "It seems to me, Mary, that we can't trust Janet to give us a straight answer. I think we should check for ourselves." "That does sound reasonable," Mary observed. I think she was pleased to finally have a way to score off a rather supercilious older sister. "What the hell do you think you're going to do," asked Janet, sounding a trifle peeved. "And will you stop touching me there?" "Actually, this is for your own good," I pointed out, continuing to massage her mound. "When I test your virginity it will help if you've been relaxed a little and this will help that." "Exactly how do you intend to determine if Janet's a virgin?" asked Mary. "It's pretty standard," I pointed out. "I just slip this between her lips and it will come to a halt when it finds an intact hymen." I lightly flicked my erection to indicate what I meant. Mary giggled. "That seems fair to me," she said. "You will take care not to break her hymen if she's intact?" "Reluctantly, I will take all due care," I said. "It wouldn't be fair to pop her cherry when she doesn't want it popped." "You are not sticking anything in me," protested Janet. "I won't have it." "If you won't, you won't," I said with a sigh. "Um, how do you propose to stop me?" It seemed Janet had no real plan bar telling me she wouldn't have it. She repeated this several times while I moved her from across my knee to being bent over the bed, my hand on her back holding her there. If she had brought her legs firmly together she might have managed something but, as it was, her legs were nicely parted with me standing between them. All in all, Janet was nicely positioned for a bit of virginal investigation. She protested when I eased her lips apart, and squealed when she felt my erection pressing against her. Then she went silent except for little gasps as I pushed slowly in. It appeared that the massaging I had been doing had done its work well. Janet was hot and wet and I was slipping in relatively easily. I say relatively as she was also tight, very tight. The slow steady push I was giving was effective, though. Her passage slowly yielded, closing firmly around me, but letting me continue to advance. By the time I was halfway in I saw that Mary's eyebrows had risen. Apart from a few startled gasps there had been no sign of any discomfort from Janet, and I was already too far in for Janet to have been virginal. Mary still kept her mouth shut, letting me continue to push home. When I gave one last little push, slapping my groin firmly against Janet, Mary started. "Well," she said. "I am surprised. After all the lectures you've given me about sex and the evils thereof, and you're not the pure young woman you pretend to be. Now why did you say you were effectively a virgin?" "I was. I am," protested Janet. "Just because he sticks that thing in and takes it out doesn't mean I've had sex." She hoped. Who had any intention of just taking it out? Not me. "Ha," said Mary. "And just how did you manage to get your cherry popped? A kind doctor attended to it for you." Janet turned and glared at Mary. "No. You remember Andrew? He tried to make me do it one night. I screamed and there was blood and he panicked and bolted. I never did see him again. He didn't even put it all the way in. He'd just started when it hurt me and I screamed. I guess that's when he broke my hymen." "So no-one has ever done anything like this?" I asked, pulling back and pushing firmly back in. From the muffled shriek of "Ohmygod," I could safely assume that no-one had. "Well, I suppose that I should do this a few times," I murmured, "so you'll know what to do when you do have sex." That's me. Always thoughtful and thinking of the other person. In this particular case the other person seemed a trifle confused. I think she was trying to say something, but she tended to break off, making strange noises whenever I pushed firmly into her. And I was doing a fair amount of pushing, I have to admit. Mary was watching me teach Janet with a good deal of interest. I think she'd been on the end of a number of lectures regarding sex and hadn't liked them. Now Janet was getting a practical lesson regarding sex. "You know, Janet, if you push to meet James when he's pushing into you, you'll find it goes a lot more smoothly. Why don't you try it?" Janet muttered something in reply. It sounded as though she said, "OK. I'll giaaaah it a try." To my surprise, she did. I pulled out and went sliding back in and she pushed back to meet me, letting me slide in fast and deep, and made one of those gasping cries as she did so. I was pretty sure that those sounds were little cries of surprised pleasure. She expected to hate what I was doing and found that she liked it, but it still seemed like a source of surprise to her. From that point on things got rather intense. I was now driving in hard, establishing a fast rhythmic pattern, and Janet was responding eagerly. Her cries of surprise were now interspersed with cries of, "Yes," and "Oh, please," and she was totally immersed in what she was doing. Her arousal was now so high that she was almost quivering with passion, passion that had, I felt, been too long suppressed. Now it was loose and she was running with it. Her voice died away as she approached her climax. She was just giving out a soft keening note, waiting expectantly. Then she screamed and shuddered, clamping down on me and firing off my own climax. We thrashed together, our passions being burned away in the fire. Waiting for Janet to pull herself together, Mary turned to me. "Why haven't you ever taken me like that?" she demanded. "You've always been too nervous for anything but the simplest approach," I told her. "I'm quite willing to show you a few interesting variations." "Now?" she asked. Was she kidding? "Uh, not right now," I confessed. "Give me half an hour and I should be able to do something." Mary nodded, decisively. Dear god, I'd better be able to perform again in half an hour. Ah, well. I was young and healthy. I should be right. "Janet," Mary said, nudging her. "Damn it, Janet, will you pay attention." Janet rolled over and sat up, trying to focus on Mary. "Mmph?" she said, a model of clarity. "James is going to teach me something new shortly. Are you going to stay and watch? You should. After all, I watched you." Janet looked blank for a moment, then her eyes swivelled to look at me and then back to Mary. "I'll be delighted to stay," she said, and I didn't trust the look on her face. "You never know, maybe he can please us both at once. I mean, if he's decided that I need an education in these matters he should be willing to put in the effort to teach me properly." No, I certainly didn't trust her. Not one inch. I wondered when their parents would arrive home.