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Fate Determined

By: flwriter



Steve Gale had followed all the rules since he left the orphanage. His stay at All Saints had taught him to stay on his feet and work hard. He had gotten a hard working job, and went to night school for his college degree. At 30, he bought a small home. At 35, he met Wendy, a middle age waitress and got a nice promotion. At 36, fate dealt Steve an ugly hand.

Wendy called Steve like had she did every night before she left work but tonight would be different. Steve told Wendy to meet him on the outskirts of city. Steve had a surprise; he had sold his two bedroom cottage to a co worker, and bought a four bedroom on 5 acres on the outskirts of town. The house needed some work and the land was rugged with large trees and dense underbrush, but he could start a family, and live the country life.

Wendy balked when Steve gave her directions to the end of the pavement of Northern Blvd.

"Steve, I'm tired and it'll be 8 o'clock before I get there"

"Honey, I have dinner waiting" Steve replied

On her way out there, Wendy could not fathom why Steve wanted her to drive out West. There were only woods and horse farms at the end of Northern Blvd but she was going to go because she loved the kind and gentle man.

Wendy met Steve at the end of Northern Blvd., and gave her a kiss.

"Follow me, I have something to show you" Steve told Wendy.

"But there are only dirt roads out here"

"SHHHH" he said putting a finger over her mouth and handing her a box of Sunny's fried chicken.

As they started down the semi washed out dirt road, Wendy looked to her left and noticed the large, deep canal with only a 2 foot high dirt berm, and she slowed down. All she could think of was "what had gotten into Steve".

When Steve got to his street, he noticed Wendy was a ways back, and a car was coming from down the way. As he waited, a heavy rain started. In an instant, fate changed Steve's life. 

Steve could tell that the little red car was speeding as it passed him. As it approached Wendy, she got nervous and swerved, and before Steve could do anything, Wendy was in the canal, and a little red Mercedes sat in the field next to the road. Steve sat in shock, for what felt like minutes before he raced out to watch Wendy's car sink into the murky canal. The rain was so heavy it almost stung his face, and he dropped to his knees and cried.

What happened after is, by all accounts, pain, and like most of us, only through pain comes change. When Steve got a hold of himself, he walked over to the little red car and saw a young black haired female of Middle Eastern decent, sitting in the driver's seat. There was an open bottle of whiskey on the floor. She was slumped over the steering wheel so he poked her and she made a sound. Steve stood and thought, and then acted. 

When the young lady awoke it was dark and see could see. She was sore and couldn't move. As she awoke, she could feel the rope around her hands and feet. The scream didn't come out because of the cloth in her mouth. All she could do was try and remember. She remembered leaving the party for Daddy's new mare. She remembered getting in her car, but where was she and how did she get here. Hours went by and she had to pee. Finally, she could hold it no longer, and felt the warm fluid fill her underwear and seep down her leg.

When Steve got to his new home it was almost 9 o'clock in the evening and he had been up for 36 hours. He was a walking zombie, as he walked into the basement and opened the closet door. There she was, tied up, swelling of whiskey and piss. Her eyes got large from the change in lighting. He undid the sock that was in her mouth, and before she could scream he shoved a hot dog in her mouth, and told her to chew. As she chewed, her eyes fell upon her capture. He was a middle age man, about six feet tall with short brown hair. He wore a pin striped suit, and was seemed fairly calm. When she had swallowed the last bite, he inserted a bottle of water in her mouth, and she drank as fast as she could. When the last drop went down her throat, Steve re attached the sock and closed the door. Within minutes, he was asleep on the floor on his living room.

For the young lady, life was not so easy. Her body started to cramp sometime in the night. She could hold her bodily functions and had urinated and defecated in her undies. The smell alone kept her awake.

Her mind was an interstate of thoughts and questions.

When Steve awoke, he felt refreshed and like a new man. He made a cup of coffee, and looked around. It was a beautiful morning. He sat on his back porch and looked out over all his land. His next trip to the coffee pot, he poured two cups and proceeded into the basement with a duffle bag. When he opened the closet door, he almost gagged. The stench was unbearable but he held himself together and placed the collar of soft leather covered by white lace and four satin roses around her neck. He then attached the leash, and undid the tethering to the closet bar. She almost fell before he pulled her by the collar. He removed the sock and fitted the horse bit gag into her mouth and around her head. Next he placed a white leather waist belt with matching cuffs adorned with red leather roses. Finally, as she was getting her thoughts together she watched in horror as he attached the matching ankle restraints. When she finally got the energy and will to fight she tried to kick her capture but fell quickly to the floor as the chain attached between her ankles drew taunt.

After she had hit the floor, she realized that there were small chains attached from her waist to her wrists and another between her ankles. 

On her hands and knees, she looked up at her capture. He was bent at the knees holding a cup of coffee.

"Welcome Fatima" Steve spoke.

"I am sure you are dazed and confused. Yes, I know your name is Fatima El Hassan, and your father is Ali Ben Hassan, the wealthy shipbuilder and horse racing owner. You are 19 years old, and a freshman at Delton College, where you are awaiting a spot at Yale. You have 5 sisters and 3 brothers, Oh and let's not forget the 2 stepmothers your father has collected. Oh yes, I've met your father and hi number 3 wife. I take it your mother is still in the Emirates, or where ever the fuck you're from. As I see it, you come from a culture of an eye for an eye, and cut off a thief's hands if he steals. Well honey you stole something from me, and you are going to take her place. "

Steve could see from her eyes that she was clueless on the circumstances of the following days. So he told her of the accident, and how he put her in the trunk, and then crashed her car into the canal. How he called in a possible car accident and the police found both cars but only one body. Of the search that still was going on looking for her body but with the heavy rains and a alligator infested canal that after 24 hours the police had deemed her either eaten or drowned because even with the police dogs and her father's vast resources, the rain had washed away all trace of her. How ashamed her father was when the police found the half empty whiskey bottle.

"So in the Muslim tradition, of the conquering king, you are now MY SLAVE to do with as I choose"

Hearing all this was too much for Fatima and she started to cry uncontrollably. Minutes went by when Fatima started to get a grip of herself. When she had calmed down, Steve unclipped the bit in her mouth, and put the cup of coffee to her lips. She drank slowly, and when she was done he re-clipped the bit. 

"Now, let's get you cleaned up" Steve said as he pulled on the leash. She awkwardly followed him to a bathroom where he pulled her up and ripped her panty off abruptly. It hurt and she tried to scream but only a muffled sound came from the bit. He then placed her on the toilet ad immediately, her bowels opened and she almost shit and pissed at the same time. When she was done he pulled her into the shower and started the water. The water was warm on her back, and she soon began to relax. Before too long, she felt a sharp point on her back, and discovered that Steve was cutting off her clothes. She attempted to move but he simple pushed her against the shower wall with his foot.

Soon she was nude. Next, Steve attached her leash to the shower head, and began to wash her. Fatima squirmed as he ran the clothes over her naked body. 

As Steve was washing her, he noticed several things. Unlike Wendy, Fatima's skin was like butter and her nipples were dark and large cones with barely a nipple. Her breast were round and perky where as Wendy's were larger but sagged. Fatima's pussy hair was trimmed in a strip, and her pussy lips didn't show like Wendy's. Her pussy looked like a clam shell.

When he was done he dried her off and walked her back to the basement, where attached her to the water heater. He cleaned up her mess in the closet, and made her some toast. After she had eaten her toast, he reattached her to the closet, and closed the door.

Fatima was startled when the door open and her capture unhooked her and led her to the center of the basement. It was difficult to take a step and Fatima was trying to figure out the length of the chains on her ankle, when she noticed a chain bolted to the ceiling. Steve undid her hands and held them tight as he attached them to the chain. Fatima watched as he pulled out a razor and some shaving cream and proceeded to shave the thin patch of hair from her groin. Next he shaved her underarms.

"Listen and listen closely, from now on the only hair on your body will be your eye brow and your hair on your head, UNDERSTOOD"

Fatima just nodded. 

Steve reattached the chain to the back of her collar, and reattached a chain to her left wrist. He undid her bit but leaving the head piece attached.

"Why ARE..." Fatima cried out

"SSSSSSHHHH, You are not to speak unless directed to" Steve quickly retorted.

"...But mister..."

WHACK

Before she could finish her sentence Steve slapped her across the cheek. In shock, she began to cry from the pain.

"I am not here to answer any of your questions, you are to just follow my orders and do as I please. Now, I have been nice enough to get you some food and water. There is enough chain on your left side to allow you to eat and drink."

Steve pulled out a happy meal from a fast food joint and went about his business. Fatima was famished and attacked the hamburger and fries.

As she ate she watched her capture set up a TV and a DVD player. When she was done, she listened as Steve told her that today was the first day of her new life as Slave Fate and with a soda in hand, watched as he loaded the DVD player. When she was done, he reattached the bit and sat on the floor next to her.

What came on was a complete and utter shock to her. A woman was led by a nose ring to a stable, where she was washed and groomed. After she was groomed, a leather harness was attached around her waist and she was led to a field where a man led her through exercises. Finally, with her sweaty and tired, the man pushed her to the ground and fucked her thoroughly. With cum dripping from her pussy, the man brought her into the stable and placed her over a padded bench where he assaulted her again. Leaving her restrained and bent over the bench. Next, the man spoke to the camera about what had gone on and that he had found this procedure the best for breeding but if the Master didn't wish to sire a folder he could just leave her on the bench and bring in studs to inseminate the mare and that usually 3 or 4 studs could keep the mare busy for a couple of hours. He then explained ovulation and menstruation. Finally, the film cut to the woman, chained on her back, in a hay filled stable, pushing out a healthy baby boy. 

Slave Fate felt sick to her stomach, at the end of the movie but quickly flinched as her Master drew a slick liquid from between her legs and spread it across her nipples. She squirmed and began to pull at her bonds.

She began to cry as his hand slapped her ass. She began to wail into the bit.

WHACK

He reared back and slapped the other cheek. She was now out of control with fear. She twisted and churned trying to get free but every time she pulled on the ceiling chain she felt pressure on her neck. With Slave Fate freaking out, Steve calmly came over to her and pulled out a small butt plug. He licked it, grabbed her wriggling body and pushed it in. Slave Fate caught off guard, wailed through the bit, as the anal invader filled her bottom. The Master then walked over to the TV and loaded another DVD, and soon left the room.

When Slave Fate started to exhaust herself, her eyes keyed into the TV screen where a man was going through a wide variety of SM outfits. There were women in black leather, PVC, and velvet. The man went through a variety of whips, flogs and canes. He demonstrated all kinds of collars and restraining devices. It was a class in bondage but as she watched she figured she could undo her wrists with her semi free hand. To no avail, there were small padlocks on each wrist and ankle. With her calming, came the fullness in her bottom, and she began to cry.

When the Master returned he found his slave fidgeting with her restraints. He simply walked over and attached her wrists to the ring in the back of her waist belt and attached a shorter chain to her left wrist. With a light tap to the butt plug, Slave Fatima wiggled. He released the bit and fed her where she was chained. He reattached the bit,and walked her to the toilet, then to the closet, and the darkness she loathed.

The next couple of days were all the same. The Master would take his slave to the bathroom, wash her, shave her, push and pull on the butt plug, which always got a muffled scream and then he would chain her in front of the TV. She would watch hours of bondage movies. He would feed her then walk her back to the bathroom, where he would orientate her anus with the butt plug then put her back in the closet.

Slave Fate was so confused. What day was it? What time was it? Where was she? Why was she here? Day in and day out, she was led around in the same manner. The Master was seeing the desired effect. She was submitting to his control, and starting to get accustom to her new anal hardware.

Fate Determined Ch. 02



When Fate awoke she heard two men speaking. One was her capture, the other had a rusty Eastern European accent.

"You were lucky to meet Domina Jane, show she might recommend us, I was zurpised she attended the XTC fair and yes, I vould recommend de 30 day courze. Ov courze , U villbe training in her presence of voluntary and involuntary slaves." The European stated.

"How many other personal trainers will there be." Steve asked.

"There iz one other pair, an older madam an her nue young slaveboy. At ziz time. But do not foreget, there is 6 udder slaves that we will be trainings while you two trainz your personal slaves."

"Thirty days, fifty thousand dollars" Steve said under his breathe.

"Ya vol, and if you wish to sell your slave, depending on her oobdience or lak der of, you could might fetch up to one hundres thousand dollars, especially if she is a prized Arabian mare."

"No questions asked, guaranted anonymity "

"Ya vol, you will be given a code name, and she vill be given Fate, only I vill know you u are, and it vill not vritten anyvere."

"DEAL" 

"Ve will call you when both of your blood test are done this afternoon. If they are clean, you vill Vire me de money, and ve vill pick you up tomorrow, our new class vill start on Sunday. Now may I zee zee student."

Fate listened as the men came and opened the door. When the door opened there was her capture and a tall, blonde muscular man holding a black medical bag.

"Pleaze, untie her so I may exam her."

Fate was untied, and the blonde European removed her bit.

"Please, my child, stand while I exam you"

"You Bastards cannot do this, I am ....." Fate started to exclaim.

Before she could finish her sentence the European struck her face with a blinding backhand.

"Child, your FATE has been determined, now you can surrender peesevully, or you can be forsed to surrender violently, BUT you will surrender."

The man produced some rubber gloves, and asked Fate to stand with her head forward and spread eagle. She quietly asked what spread eagle was, and he explained. She followed by sheepishly raising her arms and spreading her legs. He started his exam by running his hand through her hair, and then examined her teeth. His hand ran down to her breasts, and she flinched. A full breast exam ensued. When he was done, his hand ran down her abdomen and reached her groin. He knelt and she looked down.

"Eyes forvardz, my child" The examiner said sternly.

The man examined her hips, and the started to gently part her labia.

Steve could see Fate start to tense up as the examiner's hands spread her open, and heard the man make a humming sound as his hands left her vagina. 

The examiner rose and asked Fate to turn around and bend over. When she did not move fast enough, he placed his hand on her upper back and pressed. Fate almost fell over.

"Unacceptable" Said the examiner as her removed the anal plug from from Fate nether region.

"Please, do not further any move amateurish trainen on this slave. Leave that to US, Sir."

The examiner seemed to measure her anus with his fingers as the exam went on. Next, he asked her to stand, and he ran his hands over her spine and shoulders. Finally, he pulled out a syringe, and drew some blood from her arm.

Paper, pen and a measuring tape were pulled out after he placed the blood vial in his bag. He handed the pen and paper to Steve and asked him to write what he said.

"5 foot 0, 159 cm, 32B with 1.5 inch areola, puffy with 1/8 non aroused"

He licked his finger and ran it across her breast several times.

"1/4 inch aroused, 18 inches armpit to armpit, 26 vaist, 36 hips, inseam 29 inches, post pubescent by 5 years, hymen intact, labia non extruding, size 7 shoe, small arch, 105 pounds.

He finished and took the items form Steve, and asked Faith about her menstrual cycle. The examiner bound Fate's hands and ankles and proceeded to insert the bit into Fate's mouth. 

Fate started to think. Classes? What kind of training? One hundred thousand dollars, her father had 5 cars worth more than that. Why did he need all those sizes? Fate did get some comfort as that "damn butt cone" was out.

As the man left, he told Steve no more amateurish training, leave her in the closet till he returned.

When the door opened, two large men proceeded to put Fate in a over sized duffle bag. She was loaded into a SUV and taken to a heliport. Steve sat up front and Fate, the men, and the examiner flew off.

Steve and examiner, who Steve found out was named Hans, spoke about how his company was giving him 45 days off for bereavement, and the hundred thousand dollar life insurance policy Steve had on Wendy. Hans reminded Steve that no cell phones or recording devices were allowed.

They landed at a large estate which Steve figured was somewhere in the Catskill Mountains of New York. Hans explained it was 200 acres, with the main building having twenty-four rooms, a Master's villa, and the largest dungeon in North America. There was a barn and several gardens throughout the estate. This all being fully secured by a dozen or so well trained security officers.

Fate was carried off and Steve was led to the villa. Hans led Steve to a spacious room, and sat him down. He explained that there was no turning back. If what he saw in the next thirty days was ever spoken, he and Fate would soon find another fate. Hans explained the history of the estate and the rich benefactor who established the estate in 1876. Hans finished by telling him his estate name was Olympus but used the ruse of The Institute of Development.

He was given a ten page guide to being a Master, and the rules of the estate. While he read, a helicopter landed and a middle aged women, with short auburn hair came out, followed by a monster of a man, pulling a muscular, blonde man in his mid twenties. Hans met her and the young blonde man was led off. 

Minutes later, Steve heard the clomping of the woman's heel going down the hall. He tried to listen but nothing was said.

Later in the day there was a knock on the door and a beautiful oriental woman dressed in a blue linen tunic tied at the waist by a velvet sash, asked him the follow her to dinner. Steve noticed the woman's nipple were hard and aroused.

As they entered the common area, the older lady came out with a tall Nubian woman also dressed in a blue tunic. The lady introduced herself as Hera, and Steve introduced himself as Zeus.

They were led to a dining hall, where Hans introduced them to the trainers; Cupid, Vulcan, Bacchus and Diana. Steve was put back that they all looked like fine upstanding people. Hans explained that each had specific training background. Cupid would teach the slave the art of seduction, affection and anatomy. Vulcan was an expert at discipline, athletics and bondage. Bacchus would teach physical liberation, ecstasy and excess. Diana would teach virility conditioning, humility, and grace.

Steve was amazed that some of them had doctorates and took time off to teach at the estate. He listened for hours as they instructed him on path that fate had determined.

As dessert was finally presented, Hans clapped his hands, and both the Nubian and the Oriental dropped their tunics, and crawled between each owner's legs. The oriental women pulled up Steve toga and proceeded to bath his cock with her tongue. Seconds later Steve started to become rigid. The young girl's hands stayed on Steve's legs. Steve was amazed that she was fucking him with her mouth. 

Steve tried to concentrate as she licked his head, then quickly engulfed his cock till her nose was embedded in his groin, not a gag, nor a whimper, came from the young lady. Steve could feel the drool dripping down his balls has she strove to swallow his cock. Each stroke was the same, she would flick her tongue around the tip of his cock, and quickly swallow him till she bottomed out, where she would swirl her tongue around his cock. Finally, as his balls tightened, she slowed down and applied moderate pressure with her mouth and tongue. Steve could feel his testicles tighten. His eyes seemed to roll back in his head as Steve exploded in her mouth. He could feel the back of her throat with the tip of his cock. He shivered and shook as she milked the last drop of semen from his cock. When the last drop left his flaccid cock, she started licking all the drool off of him including the floor.

As Steve recovered, he watched the young girl get dressed, and started to her the most violent words he had ever heard.

"That's IT, bite the clit, you fucking pig,.. you fucking slut, MORE, get that tongue in me. AAAAAHHHHH"

Steve looked over at Hera, who had both hands in the slave's hair and was ramming her head into her groin. As Hera slouched, he heard slurping noises coming from under Hera's chair. Soon the Nubian was wiping her lips, and getting dressed.

"Most excellent" Vulcan said as he applauded.

After dessert, Hans told the owners that it being Saturday, they should read up, and tomorrow they would be given a tour of the grounds and a schedule for the next thirty days. They would also be quizzed on the rules of the estate.

As Steve got up his legs were still soft from the massive orgasm he had had fifteen minutes prior. Diana helped him out of his chair.

"To each their own" She whispered in his ear, and patted him on the ass.

The owners were escorted back to their housing, but this time Hera was escorted back by stocky bald man. When he got to his room, the Oriental woman opened the door and started to remove her tunic. She spoke softly. 

"My name is slave Jasmine and I am here for your pleasure. Master Hans wants you to start to learn the art of anal sex." 

As the last word left her mouth, she started to stroke his cock. He immediately sprang to life. As he arose, she placed herself on the bed with her forehead touching the blanket, and her ass heaved in the air.

Steve noticed her anus was leaking an oily fluid. He had never done anal before and approached her in small steps. He took hold of her hips and clumsily poked at her anus. As he was aligning his penis, Jasmine thrust her ass at him. She gasped as the head of Steve's penis pierced her anal ring.

He was amazed by the dual nature of her ass. The tunnel was as soft as butter but produced a tension on his cock that was mind numbing. By the time her ass reached his groin, his six inch cock was firmly embedded in her rectum. He exhaled as he started to pull his cock back. Again she forced her ass back onto his cock and it did not take long before they had found their stride. Every time he felt himself getting close, she loosened her anal grip on his cock. Steve's mind was in another place as he ass fucked the oriental pearl. He watched as he pulled almost out, and the ring of her anus started to expand. Finally, after several minutes, Steve broke from the trance and heard the slave telling him to strike her. Without thinking, Steve reared back and smacked her ass so hard it left at faint trance of four fingers on her ass. That was all it took. He grabbed each cheek and rammed into her. Instantly he released a torrent of baby batter firmly in the bottom of her rectum.

When Steve realized he was atop the little oriental girl, he slowly pushed himself off her. She flipped around and started to lick his flaccid cock. As she bent her body down to clean the underside of cock, two small whisps of escaping liquid rang out in the room.

"Sorry Master, please do not tell. I will clean it up."

Jasmine quickly flipped back around and started licking a small puddle of semen of the blanket. Steve almost cried as he held back from laughing. Oh the fun he could have with Fate.

As he fell asleep, he pondered about Fate and how her day had gone.

Fate had not had it so easy. She was released in a small room with 4 cots and a toilet on the side wall. Each cot had a small light above it on the wall. The men had removed all the restraints, collar, and head gear and replaced it with a bland black leather collar, with rings on the front and back, and the same bland black leather restraints, ankle and wrists. The leather on the restraints, and collar were split and riveted together, making the bands almost seamless. 

She was given an instruction guide to read, and told not to speak. She sat on the cot and read. The first page made her cry.

Hello Slave

Whether who are here voluntary or involuntary, that is not our concern. Our concern is to train you to be the perfect slave. The sooner you accept that you are a slave, the sooner your happiness will begin.

As a slave, you have No rights, No freedom, and No privacy.

For some of you, YOU will be sold, and you will be given to your new owners. Mark our words wisely, act up and you may be hurt, mauled or even killed, we will not care, other than failed to make the perfect slave. Learn, and learn quickly and you will enjoy your new life with fervor and vigor.

Please read carefully, punishment will be given out for any infractions. Your new life will be to follow instruction, and give pleasure.

Fate read on, and while she read, she watched each of the cots get filled. First a red head girl, then a tall blonde woman with large, round breasts and finally a muscular black man who took the last cot. Each was naked and looked perplexed but said nothing. They read their manuals and kept to themselves. Fate finished the manual with tears in her eyes.

Fate was aghast when the black man got up and used the toilet. She had heard rumors when she came to America of the size of an African's penis, but this thing looked like an ebony club. At nine or ten inches and 3 or 4 inch thick, she could not take her eyes of it as he finished urinating and shook it like a tree branch.

She had seen several penises before. Once in health class at the private academy she had graduated from and, when Kevin Ross tried to have her "Suck my Cock" after prom but luckily he was drunk, and soon passed out. Then again, he was half a large as the negro man in the room.

Fate knew life would be different in the States, but her mother knew if she stated in the gulf, she would have had no future, other than as a wife and a mother. 

Fate pondered as she surveyed her new accommodations. Then she noticed the two cameras and microphones at the corners of the ceiling. She fell asleep on two slices of bread, a bottle of water and two pills.



Fate Determined Ch. 03



 Ch 3 Schools in

Fate and her new room mates were awoken by a very loud siren. Two large men dressed in blue tunics entered the room and directed the awoken slaves to follow them to the grooming room. They entered a white tiled, room which had shower heads on either side, and a mirrored wall with a counter that had assorted items including oils, waxes and an electric razor.

The men directed the new slaves to wash and groom themselves within 15 minutes. The neophytes looked at each other before two of the woman started to shower. Fate and the Nubian sat at the grooming station. Fate jerked her head around as a squeal pierced the air.

"God this water is cold" The red head said rather loudly.

"That figures" Said the large black man, under his breath, making 

Fate smile. 

Fate scanned the room and started to access her new roommates. First, her eyes were drawn to the full figured blonde showering. She seemed to be in her mid twenties. Her breasts were large globes of soft flesh with perky protruding nipples. She had a hour glass shape, with long, thick legs that reminded her of a recently deceased model, Anna Nicole Smith.

The red haired girl was slightly taller than Fate, and had a couple extra pounds on her and she seemed to be about Fate's age. Her few extra pounds reminded her of the girls that played on the softball team. Her breasts were much flatter then the blonde's, but her areola were larger, and a light shade of pink. She was chubby, but in a soft way, as if it were still baby fat, but what made Fate look at herself were the butterfly like lips that extended for her vagina. 

Fate's eye then turned to the man next to her, as he started to groom. He took some oil and rubbed it throughout his body. She stared as the man pulled his by the tip, and stroked the oil onto his penis. It seemed to become slick and glossy.

"Honey.... Get to it." The man whispered.

As though mimicking him, she followed what he did. First the oil, next the razor, and finally she placed a cream in her hair. When she was done, and in the shower, all eyes were on her and she started to feel funny. The Nubian was just several feet away, and he seemed semi aroused. As she washed, she could feel her cunt slit moisten but not by the water but by her inner juices. 

With the water showering on to her, she looked down. Her bronze skin glistened under the shower. She had never noticed how smooth her pussy was and that her pussy lips did not come out like the red head's.

"All Right, Enough you shit birds" Shouted a guard.

They dried and were led naked to a quiet dining hall. They were told to quickly eat and then were led out.

In the villa, the owners were awoken with slaves bearing fruit and coffee. They showered in granite showers, while being sponged by their slave attendants.

Zeus and Hera were given leashes as they entered the large meeting room. Eight nude neophytes were led by four men into the room. As Fate, and the blonde male slave entered the room, they were leashed by the master and led into the room.

After everyone was seated, the instructors enter followed by Hans.

"Why are you doing..." Fate yelled as the meeting started to begin.

"IF YOU SPEAK AGAIN TODAY, I WILL cut out your tongue... Herod show her." Vulcan bellowed.

One of the large men that guided the group, opened his mouth, to the shock of all, his tongue was severed half way back.

Vulcan spoke as he paced in front of them.

"Welcome young and old, black and white, male and female, as you have read, there are two groups of four. Two of you are honored to have a Master. The rest of you will be auctioned to the highest bidder. Some have come, on their own, others have not. We make no distinction here,... only that you are here. Each day, you will have four – two hour classes, and a demonstration after dinner. At the end of each week you will be asked to perform what you have learned or quizzed on the numerous classes that you have taken. Learn well my children, because only through pain is their change, AND you will change. Accept the pain and the pleasure is at your fingertips. As you saw with your dinner, you are being given two pills with your dinner. One is a vitamin, and the other is birth control. Do not swap pills or accidentally forget to take the pills, because any offspring becomes property of the Academy. I am Vulcan, this is Diana, Cupid, and Bacchus. We will be your instructors."

Cupid walked through the crowd and pulled out a paint brush and started to paint on each of the trainees. When he was done each trainee had a number painted on their chest and back. Fate and Lars, the blonde slave, each had the first letter of their new name painted on their chest and back. Vulcan called one through three and Fate up to a table, set to the side. 

"You will be known as Alpha"

Then he called 4 through 6 and Lars. 

"You will be called Zeta"

Each was given a white linen loin cloth that attached at the hip with a thick Velcro. Fate was in awe as she watched #1 (the Negro of her group, and Lars, receive their clothes. There cocks were huge and were barely covered by their new loin clothes. The blonde from her group got #2, and the red head #3. #4 was a tall and thin, bald African American female, who seemed be be in her late twenties. #5 was a young, Hispanic female with short black hair. # 6 was a tiny blonde, with straight blonde hair and no breast to speak of. 

"Alpha follow Diana. Zeta follow Cupid. God's speed my children" Vulcan decreed.

Steve led Fate to a small classroom that had four chairs in a row and one behind the first seat, where he sat her down and took a seat behind. Cupid handed out a syllabus labeled Human Anatomy. When everyone had a packet, he had turned off the light and spoke on the physical aspects of the mouth and its orifice. When he was done, he asked Zeus to come up with Fate.

Cupid commanded Fate to her knees. When Fate had gotten down on her knees, Cupid walked behind her and inserted a wire orringer with a ratchet, and a micro camera that tucked into the corner of Fate's mouth. Cupid turn on a projector and the class had a instant view of Fate's oral cavity. As he cranked Fate's mouth open, he asked Zeus to approach his slave head on. When Steve stood in front of her, Cupid told her manually stimulate him.

Steve could see that Fate was in discomfort when he pulled his tunic to the side. Fate wobbled as she grabbed the flaccid penis with both hands. A minute later Fate was staring at Steve's erect penis. Cupid told Steve to insert it into Fate's mouth and he did. The class watched as Fate's eye grew wide as the cock began to enter her mouth. Cupid began describing what they were seeing on the screen. When he was done as ask Zeus to fuck her mouth and Steve went at it.

Holding her head, he forced he cock into the back of Fate's mouth. She gagged and she instantly started to drool and couch. Steve stepped back slightly, as Cupid explained the bodies' nature reaction.

"Again but this time Fate relax your throat and move your tongue forward" Cupid called out.

Steve started again, and again Fate choked and gagged but this time Steve did not relent. Spit and drool poured from Fate's mouth as Steve drove his hard cock into her mouth. She wrenched and gagged each time Steve's cock got to the back of her throat. Finally after several minutes, the class watched as Steve's cock spurted several shots of cum down Fate throat.

When Steve stepped back, Fate was a gasping for air, and was covered in saliva. Cupid inspected the young neophyte, and spoke.

"If you want to kill yourself, that is how you could do it. As you can tell, without relaxing and controlling your oropharynx, you will choke. Trust me, there are cocks that are big enough to reach the tip of your epiglottic tract, thus blocking your trachea. Relax, and prepare, breath through your nose as the man draws out."

Just then the clock struck 10 o'clock and Cupid undid Fate from the orringer and led Zeus and the others to Diana's classroom where he took the Zeta group back to his class room.

During the walk, Fate's mind raced. She was just orally raped. That man had just violated her mouth and shot spunk down her throat. What the fuck was going on.

Diana's class was an etiquette class. She started off by teaching them several positions including, "Present" command which entailed the slave to spread their legs to shoulder width, interlock their hands and place them behind their heads. Back straight, knees slightly bent with their faces forward. The 1st position which made them sit with their feet flat on the floor, knees spread, and their hands on their knees, palms up, head forward, eyes down. Each tried it and it seemed #2 and Fate would need some leg strength. Steve realized that timing was everything because twice he accidently pulled on the leash too early, toppling Fate to the ground.

When the clock struck noon, the group was led by Diana to the dining room. Fate and Lars were unleashed. The slaves were directed to sit at a table that dissected the master's table, forming a "T". After they were seated, an older man served them soup and a sandwich.

Zeus and Hera sat with the instructors. Diana consoled Steve on his technique say it would come with time and told him to watch and learn.

She called the older man over and attached Steve's leash.

"Position 1, you worthless slut" She called out. Immediately the man assumed the position. With the slight tug, the man propelled himself into a standing position.

"Good boy" She spoke as she stroked his head.

With a light touch, she pulled on the leash.

"Position 1"

He immediately dropped back down.

"See it just takes practice" She said just before she raised her tunic, and walked into the man's face. 

"HMMMM" She said as the man lapped at her pussy.

After a minute or so she stepped back and started to urinate in the man's face. She laughed as she stopped and started the stream. Each time she projected the stream at different spot on the man's face.

"Practice makes perfect" She bellowed then stepped toward the man allowing him to clean her with his tongue.

Fate finished her meal and watched the show that Diana was putting on and cringed.

Surely this had to be a bad dream. Any minute her father would appear and start laughing.

He father never came.

As the clock struck one, Bacchus called for Alpha groups to follow him. Steve attached his leash and led Fate down a wide stone staircase which led into the dungeon. The group was in awe as they looked around at all the devices. 

"Position #2" The group collectively spread their legs, eye forward, and their hands behind them. For the next two hours he went through the dungeon and showed then each and every piece of equipment from the stocks, wheels, crosses, spreaders, padded and unpadded saw horses, benches, cages, kennels, racks, and even a large tank of water.

As they reached the final apparatus, Steve looked at Fate and her eyes were as wide as saucers. He was looking forward to learning how to use these devices. Bacchus then led the group back upstairs and into a small gymnasium where he greeted Vulcan. Bacchus then asked the Zeta group to follow him.

Vulcan showed them to their lockers and excused Zeus. Each locker correlated to a specific slave. Each locker had a towel, and either a sports bra or a jock strap. The slaves put on their garments and Vulcan told them about the importance of being physically fit.

He began with stretching and worked them up 50 sit ups and 25 push ups followed by a 30 minute jog. Fate was exhausted as she ran, but she did admire the beauty of the estate. It was similar to her uncle's estate in Italy. 

When they finished everyone was out of breath. #3 bent down on one knee as she attempted to catch her breath. Fate followed the black man by putting her hands on her head. While the group rested, Vulcan stroked his cock while walking up behind #3. When he got to her, he pushed her to the ground and she landed on her hands and knees.

"Did I tell you to kneel" Vulcan bellowed

He moved like a cat pouncing on a rat. In one quick and powerful motion he lifted her cloth, spit on his pink python, and ran his meaty cock between her sweaty ass cheeks. He took her in one mighty thrust.

The group watched as she gasped. It appeared as if Vulcan had literally knocked the wind right out off her. Fate was in shock as she watched the red head's anus expand to accommodate the thick, 9 inch cock.

Vulcan took up position just above her ass, and steadied himself with his left hand while grabbing her hair with is right. When he found his stroke, each was the same. He would carefully extract his cock, so the head expanded her anus then plow forward moving the woman several inches.

As the brutal ass fuck continued, Fatima felt something stir in her loins.

She watched as the girl regained she breathe, and started to wail.

"UUGGGH....AAAAAAH, UGGGGGG....AAAAAAH"

She watched the thick, meaty cock saw into the woman. Her eyes were drawn to the top of the cock. There was a large vein that seemed to throb as the master extracted his cock.

Under the ruse of rubbing her thigh, she brushed her hand against her pussy. It was wet. She looked around at the rest of the group. The Nubian's cock had pushed his cloth to the side, and he was rock hard at what look like a full 12 inches. 

Fate looked back when the gasps turned to moans and watched as Vulcan pulled his meaty cock out of the girl's ass, only to thrust it to the base. Finally, he made a grunting sound, and pulled his thick cock and shot several large wads of cum up, her back. 

The first one landed in the girl's hair, the second landed between her shoulders, and the third landed above the small of her back and pooled in the swale. The show was finished when Vulcan got his breath and gave the red head's chubby ass a good swat.

Fate looked in disbelief, as the young girl anus was bright red, and was opening and closing, as it was in spasm. Just as Vulcan backed away, the anus opened wide and expelled a pocket of air that made a "whooshing" sound. Vulcan chuckled as he explained that can only be done by fully exiting the anus and having enough force to compress air into the descending colon. As Vulcan lead them to the showers, Fate watched as #3 walked just a little different.

After the group showered, they were brought back to their room. They rest their aching muscles until 6 o'clock when a large man escorted them to the dining room. Contrary to the slaves table which was quiet , the master's table was vocal and gregarious.

After dessert, Hans stood up and asked Zeus to leach his slave and follow him. The masters and slaves followed immediately behind. Hans led Steve to the auditorium where a magnificent four poster bed was on display. The sheets were 1200 count, Chinese white silk, with white matching pillows.

Steve and Fate were at the side when everyone circled around. The masters took Fate's leash and pulled her across the bed where she started to struggle but was no match for the masters. She was attached to each post, spread eagle. Her cloth was ripped from her side, and Zeus was asked to "full fill her fate".

Steve removed his tunic and crawled on the bed.

"You FUCKIN.." Fate screamed

Immediately, Cupid extracted a ball gag and inserted into her mouth.

As Fate ranted into the gag, Steve slid between her legs and began to lick at her pussy. He parted her labia, and eyed her swelling clit, which was starting to protrude from its sheath. 

The group listened as Fate's muffled tone changed a notch as Steve started to lap at the olive skinned princess's womanhood. Her jerking body seemed to change direction as her lament went on. Before her tongue bath she jerked side to side, now she seemed to be shivering top to bottom. 

Steve's tongue began to be well lubricated as his tongue circled her engorged clit.

"OOOOOOOOH"

Was heard coming from the gag, as Steve seem to finish his tongue lashing and rise above her assuming a kneeling position between her legs. A silence came over the room as Steve directed his penis into the awaiting cavern.

"Didn't you say she was a virgin" Was whispered from one of the masters.

Steve felt Fate labia expand as he started his entry. She was soft, and wet, and Steve was trying to concentrate as he felt the head of his penis come in contact with a soft, flimsy wall. Steve took a deep breath, and stared into his captive's eyes as he thrust his cock against her maiden hood. 

"MMMMFFF" Fate mumbled as she shook her head.

Steve's thrust sent his cock to the bottom of the young princess. He slowly pull back, and looked down at his cock. A pink fluid covered his cock and seeped out around it. Steve admired his work, and thrust back in. With each thrust, Steve admired the olive skinned beauty. She was soft like a rose petal, and he could feel her cotton like bottom against his hips. 

Each time he looked down at his thrusting penis, less and less pink was noticeable, but a frothy white liquid had started to cover his manhood. He could feel he start to contract and expand against his penis as his balls tighten. 

Steve's last thrust sent electric shockwaves up his back. His toes curled as he felt the semen jump from his cock, wave after wave, splattered into the princess's womb. 

The crowd applauded as Steve kissed her forehead, and crawled off the bed. Fate heard the applause as the slick semen oozed between her ass cheeks. That night, Fate cried herself to sleep.

That night Fate cried herself to sleep. Steve was presented a framed swathe of the cum encrusted, bloody sheet.



Fate Determined Ch. 04



After the brutality of the first day, the next two seemed benign. The humiliation had started to set in for Fate and she fell in line with the rest of her group. It seemed no one could do anything right.

In Cupid's class, they learned about the anus, including enemas, and how to maintain a sanitary enema tip, and the next morning an enema bottle was found in the grooming room. Cupid's next class was on the skin, and how to maintain and protect it from the rigors of the slave lifestyle. He included nail grooming both fingers and toes.

In Diana's class, she learned several more positions including the "canine" command which entailed the subject being on their hands and knees with their ass held high. He also went over the idea that a slave's orifices MUST always be accessible.

Bacchus introduced her class to the difference in devices and their maintenance; the cross, the wheel, the stocks, the rack and the spreader. Vulcan continued their physical education but had not been as brutal physically but more demeaning, as the first day. He taught them kegel excercises and sphincter control exercises.

As for the demonstrations, they were eye opening events. Lars was made to "properly" perform analingus on Hera, and the next night, #4 had increasing sized "butt plugs" inserted so that her anus could receive Diana's fist. The neophytes were also taught several exercises that would decrease the chance of an anal tear. Fate would certainly keep up with those exercises after watching the petite Nubian's sphincter bleed from the massive cone that violated her nether region. Fate and other band of neophytes were quickly being humbled and humiliated. 

By the third day, Fate and her group seemed to understand the routine but were belittled at every chance. They were kept so busy that each had very little time to ponder other things until bedtime where most would sob and regroup from the rigors of the day.

The third day was business as usual except Steve did not go with his pet instead he and the lady code named Hera went to an all day "Master's class. 

Grooming, breakfast, and the start of classes, but Fate wondered where the mysterious man, that had enslaved her, was. Cupid lectured on breasts, including lactation and breast augmentation. Fate was well aware of breast implants, and lactation. Her father's first wife had the procedure done to an audacious size, and several of her sisters had already had children. 

Steve awoke as Jasmine's tongue swept across the tip of his cock. He lifted up and leaned on his elbows as little Jasmine orally devoured his cock. She had a nice rhythm, swallow, retreat, and finished with a couple of twisting strokes of her hand. Swallow, retreat and twist, after just a minute or so, Steve felt his testicles being tugged on and that was it.

Semen shot from the tip of his cock hole, and flew into the air. 

"OHHHHH, BBBabbbY"

Jasmine waited till the white cream oozed from his cock until she gave it one long slow squeeze from nut to tip. Then she swirled the tip with her tongue and lapped up all the semen from Steve's now slimy abdomen. When she was done she reached back and retrieved a moistened wash cloth, and wiped Steve down. Steve almost fell back to sleep until Jasmine reminded the dear master that breakfast would be served in 20 minutes, and today was a special day for him.

Steve ate on the balcony of his suite. He watched as the slaves walked into the large estate. He wondered "Why hadn't I been able to move when Wendy's car fell into the canal? There was Fate, but he didn't think she saw him.

When he was done he and Hera met in the auditorium. Hans greeted them, and started his lecture.

"Dear Master and Mistrezz, today vee vill be addressing your vroll in de life of your slave."

The older grey haired gentleman spoke for the next 2 hours about control and affection. That a master could do what he wanted, but there were unwritten rules to consider in the nature of modern day society. Unless they were going to lock up there slaves 24/7, a bond needed to be created, a bond of affection and control. That a master needed his or her slave just as much as the slave needed his or her master.

The last of his lecture involved need; the need of a slave to a master/mistress, and the need of the master/mistress of a slave, complete symbiosis,. A slave requires physical, mental and emotional security. Not a want in the world but the affection of their master. Food, clothing, and material needs, all fulfilled by the master. That a master may put them in burlap, but what will that do for the slave who is trying so hard to satisfy his or her master or mistress He ended on a note that the first week was the breaking down phase, and that the next three weeks were a building and bonding phase.

For lunch they ate in the garden. Two male slaves acted as tables, while they dined.

Diana, spoke on the art of body language and introduced the class to the auction command which was the same as the present command but legs slightly wider then shoulder width and arms at a 45 degree angle. Moral seemed to dip as each slave failed miserably as they were called upon to perform. When #2 was asked to perform the "auction" position, Diana laid into with insult after insult. Fate was taken back as she watched his shoulder slouch and his knees tremble at each nasty insult Diana laid upon him.

Fate had also seen this before. Once, one of her father's workers had made a mistake with livestock, costing him several hundred thousand dinar. The man named Omar, who only came around once a year, at the end of Ramadan, became sheepish as her father belittled him, all the while Fate and her mother watched on.

Fate could not figure out when or which day it was, but that Ramadan, the holy month of Islam, was starting, though there would be no way in this state to honor it. Her mind was brought back as they were gathered up for lunch.

After lunch, of soup and a salad, Bacchus spoke on the "hand tools" of a master. Fate mind raced as he spoke of; crops, canes, whips, flogs, switches, prods, shocking batons, pears, and belts. It was all so much. Her head spun as her attempted to memorize their differences. Each seemed more sadistic then the next. Her knees got weak and began to fell nausea as they walk around. This was all too much, as she felt a surge of panic. She started to turn and just run, but just as she did, #2 grabbed her arm, and whispered.

"Don't do it. Relax"

"Did I hear somebody say something" Bacchus bellowed.

"Yes SIR" #2 replied.

Fate's adrenaline soon got overrun with dopamine, and her "fight or flight" attack was over and now she was almost lethargic.

In a semi trance, Fate watched as Bacchus called #2 forward. Bacchus called him to the "auction" position where he took a switch and placed 2 strikes on each part of his body. With each slash, a light red mark appeared; arms, legs, torso and back. #2 cringed as the switch made contact with his flesh.

Fate stood in shock as her mind raced back to being in Yemen, where a man was caned in public for some such charge. The brutality of the crowd, and cheers as each of the 20 lashes struck the middle aged man.

The repressed memory made her shake. She had to get it together, her legs were trembling and there was a fire in her gut. She was losing control as #2 walked past. As if a light bulb went on in her head, she straightened, and her mind came back to her. She felt like she had been reprogrammed. She had to keep it together, so she, or others, would not be further harmed.

This day was now becoming different for Fate. She seemed to have a spring in her step as she ran. Even Vulcan, was taken by the air in her lungs and the spring in her step. Maybe, just maybe, the transformation was starting early in the Persian princess. Vulcan would have to keep a keen on her, to see if the seed of slavery had taken root.

After lunch, Hans continue his seminar on being a master. For the next two hours, he spoke about the handling and care of a slave. Hans related slaves to dogs. We give them food, water and attention, just as we give our slaves. Dogs need grooming and exercise, just as slaves do. Owners take their dogs to the vet when they're sick, just as master take their slaves. The better we train the animal, the better they serve their master. If we treat them right, they serve and protect their owners. Treat them wrong, and they may bite. He ended the speech with these words.

"Please, feel free to speak opening with the estate slaves. Ask them how they feel, and would they like to leave? Are they fed properly, due the get enough attention? Do they feel the modern day pressure of rent, taxes and car payments? Most people vould gladly give up the hustle and bustle of our modern day vorld for the safe and exotic lifestyle behind the estate walls. It's all in the TRaining."

"Eye opening, I say" Hera said as she and Steve left the room. Steve got a sense that Hera might be English, though he knew not to ask.

"Yes, I..I had never thought of it like that... this...well... my slave Fate came ....well" Steve stuttered.

"Son, after my Alfred died, I almost ended it all , but my world was changed when my son Sir.. oh sorry I forgot no names. Well a family member purchased a fine young lass from this same estate. Well, you see, after 3 children my daughter just did not have it in her to....well.. to keep up with her wifely duties, and they.. how do I put it... They have an image to uphold, and so my daughter attends to the outside affairs, say a charity event, and Tess, that his slave, makes sure the kids homework is done, and Sir... my son in laws pipes are cleaned. See Tess cannot have children, and came from a very poor section of Baltimore, and my son in law has a certain panache for say larger African Americans, and Tess had a fetish for acting as a Mammy. Anyone can get a nanny, but even they tell all for the all mighty pound. You see son, Fate only touches us, if we need touching, if not we call it an accident. Fitting name you picked."

They walked a little farther.

"Lars.." The graying lady winked as she said his name.

"..was facing 20 years behind bars before ...well .. a certain person saw his submissive nature and made him an offer he could not refuse...Fuck me, or get fucked for the next 20. He knows once he gets out of here its easy street. I'm 60, there only so much vigor in me left. Then he'll be just eye candy for the ol' broads to gawk at. He knows I don't even own a whip nor do I care to have one. You remember that old show Fantasy Island... with that Ricardo guy... this is it." 

Steve laughed as he remember sitting in front of the television and watching it ever Saturday night. He loved that show. It seemed everything sounded so right, but his secret about Fate. What would happen, did he ruin her life?

They had just passed a window as Steve looked out. Fate was leading the pack. Head high, back straight, she looked like she was running for the gold.

Fate seemed to have a hyper sensitive eye that day while showering. Her eye followed as the Nubian man washed his massive ebony pole. Even flaccid, she could see the large vein that sat atop his cock. As she was grooming, she felt an energy she never had. Her fingers tingled and her legs were anxious. When she got to her breasts, her areola her raised and her brown nipples were hard and extended. 

She watched as the cold water elevated the blonde's nipple. They rose as the water struck the large brown nubs. Her body seemed to arch as she slightly lifted her leg to insert the enema tip into her ass. These new feeling surged as she looked down and saw a small puddle of fluid collecting on her stool, between her legs.

That night after dinner, #4 was called in front of the dining hall. The tall, thin black woman assumed the "auction" position after Bacchus bellowed the command. He ran his fingers over her body as he circled.

"Canine" Bacchus called out.

#4 went right to her knees. Bacchus swiped his hand between her legs and showed his audience.

"Moisture, it will be your saving grace, when duty calls." 

With that said, Bacchus raised his tunic, exposing his well hung meat pole. He took hold of his semi rigid cock and placed it between the ebony beauty's thighs.

She grunted and moaned as his engorging cock started its dry penetration between her legs.

"Think my child..Think of your pleasure"

Her face was contorted as her pressed into her. Several long seconds when by when her grabbed her bony hips and started to sink his weight into her.

"AAAHHHH..my child you got the hint"

In an instant, his shaft sunk to its hilt. Her black slit seemed to envelope his pink pole as he sunk farther into the dark hole. Only after he had reached the bottom did he slowly extract his cock, everyone could see a hint of wetness. He started another slow assault on her slit, and quickly her rock bottom. After a couple of long assaults, everyone could see her juices were flowing. As if a flood gate had been opened, soon his cock glistened with her nectar. She began to moan as his pace increased until he was sawing into at a regular pace.

Fate watched on as the ebony body accepted the ivory shaft. The Nubian was panting after several minutes of the vaginal assault, and seemed to being almost enjoying. Fate's mind raced; How could she enjoy that? Was she truly excited? Was it pleasure or pain?

"Don't you cum, bitch" Bacchus yelled out as he slapped her ass, making her flinch.

Everyone could see the change. #4 seemed to be brought back into place. Her moans became softer. Her body responded less to the fucking that she was receiving and more to accepting the two hundred and twenty pound man. After fifteen minutes of non-stop fucking, Bacchus reached under the woman midriff and picked her up in mid stroke. As he raised her up, he slid her to his right arm and twisted her so she was facing him. Her legs extended out and wrapped around the hulk of a man. Without missing a beat, Bacchus now increased his thrusts.

Fate was amazed as they switched positions. Now while holding her up, he was ramming his ivory pole into the tall ebony goddess at an frantic pace. She watched as the woman fluids ran down her leg, and Fate could feel her own body responding. Fate noticed that Bacchus was grabbing her so hard that he was leaving hand prints in her, and she was grimacing terribly. Finally after another fifteen minutes of pure pussy assault, Bacchus bellowed. His body became rigid, and his muscles seem to become stone as he bore into the black beauty. Seconds led to a minute, and all could then see a torrent of white seed drip from between her legs.

When Bacchus had caught his breathe, he placed the woman on her knees and waited. The woman got her bearings and gently pulled his limp penis to one side and began to orally clean him. When both sides of his penis were cleaned, she gently lifted his penis and properly cleaned his balls. When she was done, she assumed the 1st position.

As the instructors all cheered, Bacchus called Lars and #1 to the front.

"She needs a reward, cum in her mouth, NOW" Bacchus decried.

Fate watched as the two men, exposed their massive meat sticks and started to stroke their cocks. Never had she seen such beauty as she was seeing, a black man and a white man, both slowly stroking large cocks. She felt a tingle as they both started to become aroused.

At least twenty inches of cock sat just inches from the black girl's mouth and Fate's mouth watered as each minute went by and the cocks became more and more enriched. She was mesmerized as the men's hands stroked their firm man meat, and small drops of liquid started to drip out of the tips of the penises. Finally, the black man began quickening the pace as he arched his back and grunted.

The black woman was watching as #1 started to lift himself up on his toes. Like a baby to a bottle, she grabbed his cock with her right hand and took the engorged head into her mouth. The sheer volume was too much for her to swallow at one time and soon there was semen running down the corner of her lips. #1 shook as the last of the aftershocks rocked his body.

As #4 licked her lips, she turned slightly as the large blonde man began to cry out. She firmly grabbed the pink pole with both hands and embedded her mouth onto it. Wave after wave shot into her mouth but this time she had thought back to Cupid's class and placed the tip at the back of her throat and extended her tongue. This time the creamy batter struck its mark, her esophagus, and like a cat cleaning itself, she licked her lips, and cleaned his shaft. 

"Bravo, Bravo, you learned well after your initial mistake. Please all back to your seat." Bacchus chuckled. 

Fate's body was electric as the three sat down. She had never seen such an erotic display of sex. She tried to clear her head but the image of the woman swallowing those massive man poles etched in her eyes. She had not seen the sperm eject, but her mind raced at the imagery. 

That night as she tried to sleep, she heard wet noises, and then sighs. She could tell who or where they were but she had an idea tonight had been to much for someone, and it said in the handbook, "ALBSOLUTELY NO MASTERBATION without permission"

The next morning seemed the same as the other but today the man named Zeus met her with his leash after breakfast.

"Hello beautiful, did you sleep well" The man asked Fate.

"Yes, M.. Master." Fate replied

She had lied. It had taken her hours to fall asleep because she had such an urge to touch herself but knew deep inside someone was watching.

After breakfast, Cupid had a long and through lecture on the vagina. The first hour was an intense anatomy lesson on the reproductive system. Fate sat mesmerized as she learned about the clitoris, Bartholin glands, and the cervix. She was awed as he explained how as the female gets excited, the body starts a natural progression; the clitoris grows, nipples become erect, fluid is expelled from glands, breathing increases, and finally the cervix contracts awaiting it's prize, sperm. Her mind raced as she put the past couple of days into her mind.

After the lecture, Cupid called #3, the red head, and Fate to the front of the class. He asked Fate to be seated in a large chair.

"Number 3, bring her to orgasm" Cupid commanded as he brought over a tripod that had a video camera attached to it.

Fate instantly gripped the arms of the chair as #3 knelt in front of her. Cupid connected some wires and instantly the rest of the class had a perfect view of the small piece of cloth that covered her groin.

The plump red head slowly lifted the cloth, and stared at Fate's, hairless, exposed pussy. She had never seen such a jewel.

As Number 3 stared at the marvelous clam shaped object in front of her, she thought back to her high school days, just after her parents died in the house fire. She would sneak glances at the other girls in the shower. She longed to be touched, but she knew that lesbians were outcasts in Nebraska especially town as small as Plainwater. So after living with the Grants, and graduating she left Plainwater, and headed for Dallas, where she met Buck, who when they ran out of money, sold her to this place, but now she was about to fulfill a dream of being with another woman.

Number 3 stared into Fate's eyes and tried to tell her everything would be OK, but she could tell the bronze skin goddess was scared so she gently parted she legs, and softly ran her hands up her thighs then to her ass cheeks. She pulled Fate to the edge of the chair, and brought her thumbs back to the top of her slit. Her fingers parted Fate's labia, and she silently gasped as Fate's crown jewel was exposed. Fate's clitoris was starting to bulge under its hood, and #3 could feel Fate start to self lubricate. Her right thumb found Fate's hood, and she applied some pressure and pushed it up. Freed from its lair, Fate's clit rose like a micro monolith. #3's left thumb found its mark and Fate exhaled. She knew now she controlled Fate's destiny, as fluid started to pool on the chair. #3 rolled the clit, and pushed the clit until she could take no more. Her tongue instantly found its mark. 




Fate Determined Ch. 04



Fate gasped as the red head started licking her clit, and electricity shot up her back. Without a thought, she grabbed #3 hair and pushed her head down. What had started gentle and serene was evolving into something else.

The rest of the class watched as the red head started lapping at the Persian princess's pussy, and in response the bronze skinned girl gasped and sighed. The camera was worthless as all they could see was red hair and a bronze hand. Fate's hand was now gripping her red hair and thrusting her face deeper into her.

Minutes went by as a violent ballet ensued. Steve watched as everything Cupid had said came true. Fate's nipples were rock hard, and she was breathing so fast he thought she might pass out. Finally, Fate started to jerk and spasm, and there was a noticeable puddle on the floor. The class watched and listened as Fate gave one final gasp, and slumped in the seat.

By the time the show ended, all three males were rock hard, and #2 was noticeably excited. Fate was panting, as #3 stood up, her face was wet, and her smile was huge.

"Very well done #3, now for your reward, Canine" Cupid said as he waved the black man over. 

Number 3 bent down slowly as she eyed the large black man and his enormous cock that was pushing his loin cloth to one side.

"Fate, you did well, now finish your master,"

Fate caught her breath, eyed #3 on all fours with the massive member coming out of the loin cloth of #1, about to possibly rip her in half. She walked over to her master and knelt in front of him. As if on cue, Steve watched as Fate started licking his cock, the Negro entered the red head, doggie style, and Cupid had bent #2 over so her head was in the chair, and was starting to violently fuck the blonde.

Fate could hear the gasps and grunts as she slowly licked the moderately sized cock. She looked at the erect cock as she placed her lips around it. It was a meaty cock, that was had several large veins on it. The head the softer then the pole, and seemed a nice size for her mouth. As she milked his cock with her mouth, she could taste a sweet fluid in her mouth and thought about what Cupid said about pre cum. She knew that she was getting closer to the end, and without thinking, she reached out and placed her hand around her Master's cock. With her thumb, she gently pressed on his head as she twisted down on his cock. When she reached the base, her mouth followed.

Within minutes, she felt her Master stiffen. Like Pavlov's dogs, she did what she had been taught; swallow the cock, extend the tongue, and receive the prize. As if she could see the future, she felt his cock pulse, his testicles retract, and BAM, her liquid present shot into her mouth. With her tongue nestled against the base of his cock, she anticipated each burst and opened her throat. After the fourth burst, she hadn't gagged at all, now there was just a trickle of sperm oozing out. She milked his cock, and swiped her tongue over the withering cock, and with that done she got her first real fast of her Master's cum, salty but sweet and she liked it.

As Steve's body stopped twitching, he reached down and pulled Fate up by her shoulders, and planted a passionate kiss on her lips. He guided up to his lap and seated her on his right leg. They sat together and watched as the Negro gave one final thrust of his ebony shaft and grunted. They both watched in disbelief as a torrent of white cream oozed from the red head's pussy and dripped on to the floor.

All eyes were drawn to Cupid who had #2's legs wrapped around his waist. He was bouncing her up and down on his cock. His eyes pierced into hers. The tall blonde was writhing as wave after wave of orgasms hit her. With both hands around her ass and several fingers in her anus, and a large cock under her, all eyes were on them. Several minutes went by when it appeared that the blonde was so weak she could last any longer, and she fainted. Just as her head bobbed onto Cupid's shoulder, he lifted her slightly higher, and took one hard thrust. A shriek rang out as the onlookers watched as Cupid entered her anus in one mighty thrust. The blonde's eyes got as wide as Cupid pumped his seed into her bowels.

The students could see a sense of endearment as Cupid held the leggy blonde tight, knowing some of his seed would be absorbed by her bowels, thus being a part of her entity.

With barely a huff, Cupid placed the blonde on the chair and thanked everyone for their participation, but that they would still need to clean up after themselves. With that said each slave, except the blonde, cleaned up their mess.

As the group was entering Diana's class, Steve gave Fate's leash a tug and as she stopped, he told how beautiful she was and gave her a kiss on the lips. They both smiled as #2 went by walking funny and trying not to let Cupid's seed seep from her ass. Diana's class was a long lecture on class and poise. She used #2 as an example.

"No matter if you have had your ass spanked purple and Cupid's cum shoved up your rectum. You will always carry yourself with grace and composure, AND be thankful for the affection of your master because he or she could just leave you in a dark wet hole. 

The rest as the day went as usual except for a occasion drip from #2 and #3, who would then scurry to clean it up. Fate was glad she had given her master oral. 

Bacchus went over the areas of the body that are more or less sensitive to pain and pleasure and Vulcan worked them out and gave them some starters on yoga. That night Diana gave them a lesson on masturbation where she came so hard she ejaculated several feet into the crowd. Fate felt proud that night when Steve patted her on the ass and told her that she had done well today. Everyone in Alpha group slept like babies that night especially the tall leggy blonde, marked with #2 who seemed to be still seeping semen from her ass. 



Fate Determined Ch. 05



 Ch5 the Festival


By the end of the week, the trainees were getting used to their new lives. Little did they know that they had to make it through Venus Genetrix. Due to the rigors of the estate, the slaves were unaware their first week was coming to an end as they woke.

Fate's day started as any other day, she woke and was led to the showers, and then to breakfast. After breakfast both groups were led to the auditorium but today Steve did not greet her. Fate was stunned, had he left her? Had he grown tired of her? Why?  

Vulcan came to the podium and spoke. 

"Today, we will enjoy the festival of Venus Genetrix, it is the festival to Mother Venus and celebrates the Roman lifestyle. The day will be filled with fun and entertainment so ENJOY. Today each slave will show off their physical and mental prowess. For some of you it will be a time to impress your possible new Masters for other a day to please your Masters. You will mingle with our guests and you may be asked to perform for them. Do well, and you can prove your worth to your possible new Masters, do poorly and you will be severely punished. You have been taught the basics in sexual pleasure, now you will start to learn the grace of sexual pleasure. Mingle, follow commands, and enjoy. Please follow Diana to the gym to get dressed."

Both groups were led into the dressing room, where they had different collars put on. The new ones were made of polished leather. They looked more like a necklace then a collar. Made of soft but pliable leather, they were one inch wide, with a tongue in the front, that extended down the sternum to an inch above the nipple line. There were small gold rings on the sides, with a large swiveled snag ring on the tongue. Everyone was given matching leather anklets and cuffs. The ladies were dressed in a sheer grey linen dress. The dresses were sleeveless, and attached, front and back, to the small loops. From the gold loops in the front, the dress went around and below the breast, and up between the breast. A small wire between the breasts gave it form. The skirt was split front and back. In the front the dress was split to just above their pubis, and to just above their buttocks in the back. The dresses were ankle length, and perfectly fitted to each slave. Fate soon realized everyone would have full access to all entrances, and each slave tits would be open for all to see. The men had linen loin clothes that that draped to their hips but were drawn up in the middle. 

Fate and the other slaves were shocked as they walked out into the yard. The garden had been transformed into a fair of sorts. There were several tents set up , filled with food and drink. Men and women were wandering all through the gardens, and were seated at some of the tents. The estate slaves were in the same type dress but in red. All eyes were upon them as they enter the courtyard.

As Fate took in the spectacle, she looked over the spectacle in awe, but soon felt despair as her Master was nowhere to be seen. She soon found dread as now she might be everyone's bitch. Treated as a party favor for some less than kind person, then out of nowhere , Fate heard her name.

"Slave Fate, ohh there's my lil slave"

Fate turned and there was her Master, like a kid on the playground calling his best friend. Instantly, she assumed a kneeling position and bowed her eyes.

"I told you she was the best little slut here." Steve spoke as showing off his new toy. Fate heard another voice but was afraid to look. It had a different dialect, she had heard before, southern American.

"Well butter my biscuit, aint she just the sweetest lil thang . What is she Greek" 

"No, no she is Arabian royalty. Rise Fate, and meet Savannah, I met her this morning. Steve spoke as a crowd gather around Vulcan.

"Gather all, I thank you for coming today. Today we celebrate Venus. Hopefully you find something you like. We have set up some familiar tools around so enjoy or products. LET the games BEGIN" Vulcan bellowed.

"Well I'm all new to this kinda place. As part of my dearly, departed husband's will, I had to come here and partake of the fun. Lil o' me never realized that my departed Leon was SO robust. God rest Leon's soul. I wondered why he never let go on his outings. Well he was a feisty 76, rest his soul." 

As Fate arose, she got a glimpse of the woman that was with her Master. She couldn't be more than 30 years old, five foot two ,with wavy blonde hair and a hour glass figure. The woman had on cutest white, angel print sundress. She had seen image of the angel somewhere but could not remember where. Fate felt jealousy rearing its ugly head as her Master spoke.

"As I was told, the Estate has set up different apparatuses for our amusement. So if you want to try out someone, you simply tell they what you want." Fate cringed as Steve placed his hand on her chin as he spoke.

"Look Fate, look around at the playground that. Do you see anything the turns your buttons."

Fate slowly raised he head. She almost gasped. It looked like they had emptied the dungeon. There were crosses, wooden platforms, bars, and all kind of contraptions set up throughout the garden. People wandering all around. Then what came to sight almost made her mouth open, freaks of all kinds. Her eyes had to readjust. 

There was a large black man in a fine linen suit but in front of him were cats? Yes, there they were, two woman that seemed to be altered to look like lepaords, right done to the paint. No, that wasn't paint, they were tattooed to look like leopards, and they faces had been altered to look like cats, and one was licking itself. "OH my" she thought as she gazed on a freakish sight next to the large black man. Her lips were bigger than a Ubangis, her breasts were atleast EEE, and built like bombshells, with nipple that extended a couple of inches. She had gold letters tattoed onto her raised cheekbones and had gold chains all over her body, with ribbon embedded into her sides.

To the right of that ensemble was a elegant middle aged lady with a giant of a man. He was every bit of seven foot tall, with thick leather straps that criss-crossed his chest. Fate's eyes grew large as she looked at his nether region and focused. The man's flaccid cock almost went to his knees. She cringed as looked at it thickness. It had to be as thick as her arm and surely would impale anything it entered.

The next person she gazed upon was an older white man that looked like a devil. He was tall but thin, with a beady black eyes and a tapered beard. He had a sturdy looking middle aged, black woman that was dressed as a horse with a brass ring through her nose. Her breasts were exposed and had gold rings with bells attached. A chain went from her nipples down to her vagina, where a larger bell was attached to a large gold ring. Fate had to look down as not to laugh as the bell rang as the lady sauntered past, but then quickly gazed up.

"No, it wasn't, it couldn't be" Fate thought as terror seized Fate as she looked onto a Arab that was walk with an entourage. It was her cousin Abu Ali. Fate quickly knelt and looked down, and looked away as she rememberrd Abu's past. He had been unnamed by her family after his ties to Saddam Hussein, Qaddfi, and numerous terror cells. Rumor had it, he was the one who tortured the Iraqi football team after their loss in the World Cup, and was linked to 3 young girls mysterious disappearances. 

Fate thought quickly. "Master, Master, may I have permission to speak quietly to you"

"Yes, you may. See how docile she is" Steve replied.

Fate rose softly and whispered in her Master's ear.

"Master, the man off to the right, with..with the ghutrah headdress with the gold band, he.. he is my cousin- Abu Ali" Fate placed he finger at the tip of his mouth as to stop him from speaking.

"Master, I pledge my life to you. Pleae keep me away from him. He.. he, Master, he is an evil man, that should not be trusted. Stay away and do not get near this man as only bad things will happen." As Fate finished, she assumed a kneeling position between her Master's legs. She pulled his toga aside and gently cupped his testicles while engulfing his flaccid penis. Her Master swooned as she swirled his cock in her mouth.

"My, my, she is a hunger young thang" Spoke the southern belle at Steve's side.

Steve returned to reality as he realized the beautiful blonde was watching the young lady fellate him. He blushed as he told Fate to rise as he wanted to leash her. After Fate had risen, Steve attached her leash to the tongue of Fate's collar and was taken aback by Savannah as she pulled a handkerchief out and wiped the saliva from Fate's chin. Steve walked Savannah with Fate in tow to a tent that had been reserved for him. Steve pulled the plush chair out for Savannah and seated then seated himself. When he was seated Fate took her rightful place beside him. After a gentle tug of the leash, Fate knelt next to him.

After they were seated an estate slave came by and took their drink orders as the two looked on. The two Masters had small talk until Fate picked up on something the blonde had said. "Eros, Hawthorne Hathaway, she had heard her father speak of these names but.." Fate's mind returned as the blonde spoke.

"How wicked" She spoke.

Steve's eyes followed hers until he spotted what she was looking at. An older Oriental man was tying #3 to uneven bars. They watched as her legs were tied to the vertical posts, and her wrists were tied to the upper bars. Her ass over hung the lower bar. He showed the red head the weighted nipple clamp before he attached them. They could not see her face but they could hear her "groan" as the weights dropped. He then presented her with a " J " hook with a rope attached to it. He tied the rope to her hair, and had her orally lubricate the hook before he inserted into her rectum. He cinched the rope tight until her head was bent back. They looked in awe as he was presented with a deer skin flog and preceded to flog her.

Steve broke the silence. "Slave isn't she in your group"

Fate raised her head to see the man in full swing. "Yes Master, that is #3."

Fate looked up as the cheeky redhead flinched and groaned, as the flog struck her ass cheek. After the latest whack, the slaves ass was becoming the same color as her hair. Steve stroked Fate's hair as the red head cringed with each strike of the flog.  

As people gathered, blocking the table's view, # 6 walked up with their drink order. 

"Is there anything else I may get you Sir" The petite blonde asked.

Savannah spoke up. "Now how does this work. I just tell this sweet lil thing what to do and they'll do it." 

"Pretty much" Steve replied.

"Come lil one, rub my feet" Savannah spoke as she pointed at her feet.

Immediately, the petite blonde knelt at the woman's feet and began giving her a foot massage. Fate gazed at the woman's feet. "Surely this woman took care of herself. Her pedicure was perfect, and what she would do a good pedicure" Fate thoughts were broken as the woman spoke.

"How old are you #6?" 

"19, Mistress" #6 replied

"You're a petite lil thang, what are you like a size 2"

"Mistress, I was a size 2 but I think I have lost some weight since I've been here.

"Stand, let me inspect you" Savannah replied

"Ooh, there is a command for that, AAa....1." Steve spoke up.

Fate was about to chuckle as she thought "there were worse Masters she could have". She watched as the tiny blonde rose, slightly spread her legs then interlocked her fingers behind her head. Her eyes followed the older blonde's hands as they ran over the young girl's body. When the hand found the young girl's right nipple, it pinched. The slave let out a "yelp" as the nipple started to rise. Savannah was amazed how perky the slaves nipples had become.

"My O my, them lil blossoms are like erasers when teased" Savannah spoke.

As the scene unfolded, Fate found her libido started to stir. She was mesmerized by the soft contact between the hand and the young slave's body. The hand got to the small slit between the slave's legs. The young blonde was built like her. The mons was raised and made a perfect seal, no labia could be seen. Fate had seen other woman whose labia shown like little butterflies but these two girls were built differently. Fate would swear she could see a drop of moisture gathering on the bottom of the small slit between her legs.

"Slave do ya enjoy woman" Savannah said softly.

"Yes, Mistress but..."

The young girl took a deep breath as a finger found its mark. 

"But what Slut?" 

"I..I haven't really... been with another woman."

"Do you enjoy men" 

"Yes, Mistress"

As the two woman spoke Fate felt a spark in her groin and got a wicked idea that might keep her from having to "perform" at one of the many stations set up. She glanced at the tent that had sprung up between her master's toga. As she was thinking, she watched as the woman moved to the edge of her seat and directed the young slave to kneel. The lady raised her skirt and young slave bent over. 

Fate slowly reached under her Master's toga and gripped his erect cock as she positioned herself between his legs. She could feel his lubricant oozing from his cock hole as she started to flick her tongue across the tip of his cock. She lapped at the clear fluid as she milked the seminal fluid from cock. After she collected some of the fluid in her mouth, she turned while still holding his cock and parted the little slave's ass cheeks and tongued her asshole. Steve got the hint and stepped in front of the young slave's sphincter. #6 moaned and Savannah's eyes wide got wide as Steve got behind the petite blonde. Fate guided her Master's cock to the edge of the bunghole and watched as the head of the cock pierced the flexible, rubber like tissue. #6 made a gut wrenching sound as the cock head "plopped" past her anal ring.

As her Master started to thrust his cock into the tight little hole, Fate reached under his balls and gently squeezed. She quickly looked around and when she realized no one was looking, she started to stroke her clit with her left hand. Fate looked on as the blonde woman moaned, as the petite slut lapped at her womanhood, and her Master sodomized the little ass. She watched as the force of each thrust of her Master's cock pushed the young girl into the groin of the other woman. Fate felt her orgasm come fast and hard, and it was all she could do as to not cry out, but she bit her lip and rode the wave of ecstasy. 

When her wave subsided, she quietly took her left hand and started to stroke the other slave pussy. Like a well orchestrated song, Savannah started to cry out. Steve groaned. #6 gurgled as she cried out. Fate's eyes got large as she watched her Master's cock pumped its hot seed into the expanded anus. When her Master had finished filling the young ass, he slowly pulled his flaccid cock out with a wet sound.

Everyone was glowing when #6 started to move back into a kneeling position. Savannah took out her handkerchief and wiped the young blonde's face. As her ass came horizontal with the ground, a "PHHEPH" escaped from the young slave's ass and a large white glob of Steve's seed escaped onto the grass. Steve gave Fate a glance and she went to all fours and proceeded to lap up the spent seed. When Fate was done, she parted #6 ass cheeks and cleaned the slick, pink bunghole. When she finished, she wiped her lips and assumed the kneeling position, next to her Master. Fate got nervous when Savannah gave her a wink.

Did she know what she had done? Something about the older blonde puzzled Fate but she couldn't figure it out.

As the Masters settled themselves, they ordered the slaves to fetch them some food. When the slaves had left, Steve and Savannah looked around at the days' activities. Their eyes were drawn to a scream. They focused their attention on the Nubian #4. She had been drawn up between two wooden poles so both her legs and arms were at 180 degrees. Well hung men approached her from front and back and each entered her without any ceremony. Another ear shattering scream pierced the air as the meat swords met inside her.

"What is the meaning of all this torture" Savannah said frankly to Steve.

Steve responded by repeating what he had been told. Slaves should be mindless creatures that simply do as they are told. That only through pain does change come about. Slaves need to be shown what they can do, not what they cannot do. Their essence is to please us, and they should know what we can do if they do not. Finally, slaves need to reach Maslow's self actualization through pain so when they do reach it through pleasure they are truly grateful. He finished his speech by telling her that slaves should not be allowed to orgasm regularly, and that tomorrow the slave would have a real awakening about orgasms. As he finished the slaves returned with their food.

"Im all for some fun, but my...hou...well I'm not that big on it." The blonde spoke but changed her sentence mid speech.

While Steve and Savannah were being fed by the slave, Abu Ali and his entourage approached. Abu Ali spoke Arabic as he confronted Fate, she shuttered as he spoke.

"May I help you my friend" Steve spoke.

"I would like to borrow this slave, my brother." Abu replied.

"Fate is my property, and I do not wish to loan her out today, my broth-er."

Abu spoke her name then spoke directly to Fate in Arabic.

"Slave, what did the man say." Steve spoke as he watched Fate quiver.

"Friend, I shall purchase her from you for one million dollars, and any one of my twenty slaves." Abu spoke before she could reply.

"Master, he said he will burn off my clitoris and use me to pleasure his stable of thoroughbreds, while he tapes it,.... then he will send the tape to my family. " Savannah gasped as Fate spoke.

Steve's chair made a screech, as he stood up and squared off against the shorter Arab. 

"Sir, this slave is not for sale and you are upsetting her. I wish you to leave my presence....... NOW." Steve squared his shoulders as he spoke. Fate quietly stepped behind her fearless Master and placed a soft hand on his side. Abu then called for #6 but Savannah spoke up. The two spoke about the possession of the petite blonde before Savannah finished the conversation.

"She's mine, I'm purchasen her as we speak,.... Fate get Vulcan over here so I may buy this pristine lil angel."

Fate silently cheered her Master on. As a outward sign, she stood firm and pressed out her chest. Her Master was taking a stand. Something not many people did to Abu Ali. These two were either the bravest, or the dumbest people she had ever known.

The Arab slowly stepped backwards until he was several feet away, where he abruptly turn around and walked away. Fate ran to look for Vulcan.

#6 spoke between sobs as she knelt between Savannah's legs.

"Mistress,"sob" thank you "sob" I pledge my enduring loyalty to you.""sob".

Fate was impressed with her Master, not many men had stood up to Abu Ali and lived, maybe he was tougher then he looked. 

Vulcan soon returned with Fate and discussed the sale of #6. When Savannah suggested "Angel" as a name, #6 gave a sly smile in return. When Savannah had agreed to $200 thousand for the purchase of #6 and a 50 thousand dollar training fee, Vulcan shook her hand and said he would have the paper work drawn up by day end. With Angel looking coyly into her new Mistress' eyes, Savannah had the last word.

"Oh Mr. Vulcan, I would like my Angel; pierced, tagged, and branded, if you don't mind. I have the tag and the brand in my room."

"Yes Mistress, decide on the piercing and I will make it so."

As Vulcan walked away, Savannah looked down at Angel.

"Now, now, Angel, you didn't think I was THAT innocent" Savannah chuckled as she got up, pulled her dress over her shoulder and turned. On her scapula was a brand in the form of a bust of a cherub. 




Fate Determined Ch. 05



"Welcome Angel, to the House Eros"

It all started to connect for Fate. Hawthorne Hathaway was a billionaire, and a friend of her fathers. He had numerous properties, including several estates throughout the world; Villa Eros, Estate Eros, and Plantation Eros. Her father once hunted at Plantation Eros, in South Africa with Mr. Hathaway. He was an eccentric old man that was very private.

For the rest of the afternoon, Steve and Savannah spoke as if they were on a date. They walked their slaves through the garden partaking in the afternoon entertainment. They watched in amusement as numerous slaves were put through the rigors. When the sun got low in the horizon, Savannah found a cool spot under a large oak tree where the four soon were embraced in a nasty little orgy until all were thoroughly exhausted. Though passionate and rigorous, the little love tryst was actually enjoyable to Fate. Her Master had given it to her good, as the other two gently stroked her body. Everyone must have cum at least twice, though when she thought about it, her Master only entered her. She knew this as the cum still dripped from her slit. 

At dusk, Vulcan came by and retrieved Angel and Fate, as Savannah and Steve giggled like school kids.

As Fate and Angel walked back to the main building, Fate thought to herself, "Life could be worse" as she eyed same very sore and beaten slaves. He gazed upon the petite blonde and thought she could learn to love her possible new slave sister. 

Out of the corner of her eye she viewed several large military looking men, that seemed to blend into the bushes. They watched every move that Savannah made. She was someone of interest, but what did she see in her Master?