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Owning Elaine Pt. 01

By: beygaze1



"Get her in the plane," Freddie Eel ordered. 

Hands grabbed Elaine. She was manhandled up some stairs and into a seat. Once in the seat, her boots were stripped off and one of her ankles was cuffed to the metal seat leg. Elaine sat there in the dark for a few minutes. She felt the engines rev and the plane speed down the runway and into the air.

Her snowmobile helmet was removed and she found herself looking into the dark, appraising eyes of Freddie Eel.

"You are my slave now," he said matter of factly. "We are on the way to Mo-fucking-non Indi-fucking-ana to register your pretty little ass to me. None of these side trips or processing delays. I'm not even going to let anyone fuck you until we get there. We are doing this right."

"How did," Elaine started but Freddie slapped her cheek.

"I didn't say you could talk," he reprimanded her. A cruel smile crossed his face. "Just so you know, I provided your former owner with some services and you were part of the payment. You were an asset to be traded. I have no interest in owning you for any length of time. I'll have some fun with you after the ink dries on your paperwork, then sell you and be on my way."

He opened a can of beer and looked Elaine up and down. "I could enjoy being in the slaving business. I got a hefty profit on Kristy when I sold her. Boy, you should have seen her jump when I fucked her in the ass. If I had known she'd never taken it in the ass before, I would have saved it, much higher profit for an anal virgin. I know you've taken it in the ass before, so I'm not worried about that."

Elaine tried to digest what was happening to her. Sam was dead, and Roy and Hunter had given her to Freddie Eel. She felt abandoned and betrayed and very alone. Everyone she thought cared about her was either dead or had sold her out.

"Just so you know," Freddie continued. "I don't have anything really against you, Elaine. I don't blame you for Faybio getting killed."

Elaine thought that that was very generous of him, especially considering she was getting raped by J.J. a thousand miles away when it happened.

"But, I like fucking slaves and I enjoy seeing slaves hurt," he slapped her face for the hell of it. "I like having power over beautiful women."

Elaine returned his gaze but said nothing.

"Rest up," Freddie told her as he went to the front of the plane, "you're gonna need it."

Elaine defiantly stared out the window. She was certainly having her share of adventure, not all of it good. Syd promised more and Elaine believed he would try his best to deliver. Amanda had begun this whole ordeal for her and she did not even want to think about Anna and J.J. It was all too big and Elaine could not deal with it right now. Sometime later, when things calmed down and she was safe, she might be able to let it all out and work through it, but not now and not here.

Elaine sighed bitterly and did her best to bury it all.

Off to be owned and sold, she thought. No chance for escape this time, this was probably going to be it. It would be nice to have some closure and an end to all of the uncertainty, though. She hoped whomever her next master would be would be a good master. She just had to get through whatever Freddie was going to do to her aching body.

Elaine shifted in her seat. She wanted to stretch out her leg, but the cuff would not let her, as if she could go anywhere on the plane. Her snowmobile clothes were hot, but since she had nothing on beneath them, she wasn't about to take them off. Besides, she was warm and snug, and so tired. It didn't take long for Elaine to fall deeply asleep.

They refueled once on the way, somewhere cold and white, but they did not let Elaine off to see where. She never saw much of the pilot and co-pilot, just Freddie. 

They landed again somewhere cold and white. Freddie told her they were as close to Monon as they could get with the plane. Elaine was taken off the plane and into a small building that passed as the terminal. There was a car waiting with a tough looking guy that Elaine had learned to recognize as muscle. He was a big black man Freddie greeted as Zed. Zed intrigued her. She had never been fucked by a black man before. She had certainly heard the legends about the size of their cocks, but after Sam and Syd, nothing really scared her. She almost wished she could see the contrast of his black cock and her white body, but realized it would probably happen soon enough.

She was stripped of her warm clothes by Zed. She was expecting to be raped right there, but instead Freddie opened the door and came in. He was carrying a small duffel bag and Elaine was learning to fear people carrying bags. Elaine was puzzled that Zed was all business and did not even grope her once.

"Let's get the right look for you," Freddie said. He cuffed her hands behind her back and put on a new collar. Elaine sighed wearily as he produced a pair of nipple clamps and attached them, taking a moment to play with her breasts and nipples as he did. Finally, he bent her over a chair, gave a quick squirt of lube and rammed a metallic buttplug up her ass.

Freddie stepped back and admired his work.

"You're a good looking piece of ass," he complimented her. "One more thing," Freddie took out a ball gag and put it in her mouth. Elaine was aware that this was very much like how Hunter had prepared her. Freddie hooked a leash to the collar, wrapped a blanket around her and led her out to a car. The cold, biting wind of the flat Indiana winter bit into her despite the blanket.

The car was a big Lincoln sedan Freddie had arranged to be here. Freddie rode shotgun, Zed drove. She was in the back seat by herself. Between having her hands cuffed behind her back, the nipple clamps getting caught on the seatbelt, the feel of leather under her bare ass or the piece of metal in her ass, Elaine was not very comfortable. 

She was also not too comfortable by being Freddie Eel's slave, either. She knew it would not be long and then she would be bought and sold. She supposed that it was good to get back into the safety of the Association system, but she would rather be owned by someone else.

The only other time Elaine had been in Monon it had been summer and the corn was high and green. Now it was grey and snowy. Nothing seemed alive or welcoming, there were no evergreens or mountains to play on. This type of winter was just something that one had to endure if you were unfortunate enough to live here.

Elaine was still trying to accept her reality. Sam was dead, Roy and Hunter had given her to Freddie as part of a deal. As soon as they reached the Association office, she was going to be the property of Freddie Eel and subject to his whims. He would sell her and someone else would get to do whatever they wanted to her. She was completely without roots or a tie to anything right now. All that mattered was her body and the pleasure it would bring to whomever ended up owning her.

It was about a fifteen minute drive to the farmhouse that held the Association Headquarters. The two lane paved county road was just as flat as Elaine had remembered it, but now the winter wind buffeted the car. They pulled into the driveway and stopped the car.

"Wait here," Freddie told Zed. "I'll take the slave in and we'll make this official."

The door opened and a blast of cold air hit Elaine. Freddie reached in and dragged Elaine by the leash. Her blanket fell off as she stumbled to her bare feet on the frozen ground. Freddie was kind enough to put it back on her shoulders, grabbing a handful of her ass while he did. He pulled her leash and walked quickly to the farmhouse. Elaine really wished they had given her shoes or at least sandals. 

Once inside, Freddie took the blanket off and folded it neatly. He led Elaine into the office and had her kneel while they waited. She knelt on a small pillow beside Freddie's chair, her leash was wrapped around a loop on the arm of his chair. At least it was warm in here, Elaine thought and tried to get the chill out of her body.

Judith, executive secretary of the The Association for Inter- and Intra- Gender Relations and Psychological Effects of Same was soon with them.

"I was wondering when this one would be brought in," she said. 

A petite blonde, naked and collared, brought Freddie some coffee. She smiled shyly at Elaine then went back to another room.

"You know," the Judith said as she went through a stack of papers. "This is only the second one of these I've seen. Terrible waste, I think, but quite a find for the man who gets her. Sign here," she handed a sheet of paper to Freddie.

Freddie did not really care about the banter, but he also had enough respect for her and her power to be polite, very polite.

"She's a nice addition to my portfolio," Freddie admitted.

"Initial here and here," Judith said and passed more papers to Freddie. "And one more signature here for the export restrictions."

Freddie signed and initialed as he was instructed.

Judith went through the stack once more. "Okay, this looks complete," she fed the documents into a scanner. "Some members want to go paperless," she said as she typed on her computer. "I think we would miss having all those signatures of slaves on paper. You know their pretty hands touched that particular piece of paper as they signed their lives away. This one," she nodded towards Elaine, "has a lovely signature."

The cuckoo clock chimed. Elaine had been expecting it, but she was pleased to see Freddie get startled by it. He saw Elaine's faint smile and scowled. She knew he would make her pay for that later, but she was going to enjoy that small victory.

Judith rose. "We are all set here," she shook Freddie's hand. "I hope you enjoy your slave."

"Don't worry," he said with an evil leer, "I will."

Freddie unhooked from the ring Elaine's leash and stood. It seemed anti-climatic, that after all that had happened and she had been through, it would end with a ticking of a cuckoo clock in the background.

"Come along, slave," Freddie said and jerked on the leash.

Even though she hated saying the words, Elaine did as she knew she had to and said "Yes, Master." 

For the first time, she was truly the property of someone besides Roy. There was to be no last minute rescue, no return to her room in Roy's house. If she ran away, Hunter would hunt her down and return her to Freddie. And they, Roy, had sold her, had agreed for Freddie to have her.

Freddie smiled at her hesitation. "Charming," he sneered.

They stopped at the door. Elaine waited for Freddie to put the blanket around her shoulders.

Freddie opened the door and motioned. "Go on, slave," he ordered.

"Yes, Master," Elaine said and stepped out the door into the freezing wind. At least they had shoveled the walk, but the frozen ground was painful beneath her feet. Freddie theatrically said one last long good-bye to Judith while Elaine waited on the sidewalk. At last he zipped his coat, put on his hat and gloves and stepped out to join his shivering naked slave.

Elaine wanted to run to the car, but Freddie held her leash and slowly walked. The plug in her ass seemed to bring the cold right into her core. When Elaine tried to hunch over to conserve a little more heat, Freddie spanked her and admonished her to stand up straight.

She was shivering by the time they made the short walk back to the car. Zed had the heat blasting and Elaine was grateful.

Freddie slid in the back seat beside his property.

"Back to the airport," Freddie said as he unzipped his pants. "I want to get the fuck out of this shit hole."

Freddie grabbed Elaine by the hair and forced her head down onto his cock. She obediently opened her mouth and Freddie rammed his way into her throat. Elaine remembered his cock from the night when he had had her at Roy's. The huge, pale piece of flesh filled her, choking her. She struggled briefly, then Freddie lifted her off of him with his right hand and slapped her across the face a few times with his left.

"None of that, slave," he admonished her then forced her back down on him. This time she meekly obeyed and let him do what he wanted with her.

While Freddie used one hand in her hair to control her, he made some calls with the other. She heard him make a bet on a basketball game then make another that was to arrange a delivery. She felt that the second one concerned her.

Freddie put the phone away and used both hands now to hold Elaine while he fucked her face roughly. Elaine endured it and hoped Freddie would sell her soon. Freddie came and pushed Elaine off of him. She fell to the floor of the car and Freddie made no effort to help her up, he just gave a light kick to get his leg room back.

Elaine managed to get back on the seat just as they arrived at the airport.

"You want a go at her?" Freddie asked Zed.

"I'm gay, Freddie," Zed said with exaggerated patience. "You know this and make the same offer each time right before it's time to pay me."

"How about you put a fake mustache on her?" Freddie said with a hint of mocking in his voice. "Or you could do her in the ass, one asshole is the same as the next, right?"

"Freddie," Zed asked, "would you have a guy suck your cock?"

"I guess it would depend on how much money he owed me," Freddie answered in an offhand way.

"Give it up, Freddie," Zed said and put the car in park. "You still need to pay me in cash, not blowjobs. Head don't pay the bills."

"Fine," Freddie said. He rummaged in his bag and slipped Zed a couple of bills. "You know where to take her?"

"Freddie, I'm a professional," Zed said. "This isn't my first time doing this delivery."

"Fine," he said again and turned to Elaine. "I've already sold your pretty little ass so I guess this is good-bye."

Elaine had not expected it to happen so fast, but she was relieved. She thought anyone would be better than Freddie for an owner. Or at least that was what she hoped.

--

Zed made no effort at conversation as they drove. Elaine had no idea where they were going and the landscape was generally flat, boring and white. She had already slept on the plane so she wasn't tired, though her body and soul were exhausted.

She was truly on her own and she had better get used to that fact. There was no Amanda waiting somewhere off in the distance or Roy and Hunter riding in to save her. Of course, Roy and Hunter had not really done a good job of keeping her safe, so that was no big loss. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got at them. Roy had let J.J. have her. Twice! He might not really to be blamed for the second time, but he had fucked things up enough that a paperwork error left her on her own. She had done okay for herself without him, she had escaped J.J. and escaped Kristy, only to have him give her back to Sam.

She had loved Roy and he kept letting her down, kept failing at the one thing he was supposed to do which was keep her safe. He had done much for her that was good, Elaine still had no desire to be free, but he had also done much that was careless or stupid. When you own another person it is not just sex, there are obligations, too.

Elaine felt the anger growing and she realized she was better without him. As for Hunter, well, he had messed up when he let Syd steal her, but he was not her owner and she did not expect as much from him. Still, she hoped to never see him again. She could fall in love with him, but she knew all he wanted her for was sex.

But that was what this was all about wasn't it? She gave herself to be a slave and all a slave's value was sex. She supposed that companionship and female company figured into it, too, but any man (or woman) that had her was going to view and use her first and foremost as a sex toy. She was okay with that, she had unlocked that part of her personality and it was more intoxicating than any drug. It made her feel wanted and complete. The problem was, she thought, that she had expected more from the men. To them, she was a fuck toy, but she had insisted on projecting affection and even love onto them. If they were going to use her, she should use them for the same thing. She should enjoy what was being done to her for what it was, not for what she hoped it would be. Satisfied with that conclusion, and nursing her ball of hate and anger towards Roy, she passed the time thinking of the one exception to that rule: Sam.

Oh, Sam; she had learned to accept his desire and need for her just in time for him to go off and get himself killed. He was the only one who had kept her safe, and not just safe for him. He had saved her twice and let her go. When he had her, well, it hurt to think about that. How he had used her, pillaged her, savaged her for his own pleasure. The feeling of his huge shaft filling her, hurting her, often came back to her. There would never be another Sam, but life went on and she would go on, too.

The short day was already drawing to a close as they got on the interstate. The bleak landscape faded into a cold, lonely night. A full moon illuminated what little there was to see. Zed still had no interest in conversation, he alternated between basketball (the Bulls were playing the Knicks) and oldies on the radio, but ignored her.

---

It was late in the night when they stopped. The farm fields had given way to suburban sprawl and the sprawl to the lights of Chicago. Elaine watched the skyscrapers of downtown grow larger then fade as they continued north. They got off the interstate and drove out into the country. Already, Elaine missed the West, Midwestern winters were as bad as New England winters. More driving on country roads until they drove down a dead end road. At the end of the road was something out of a gothic novel. The road was lined with trees, their leaves gone. At the end of the road was an evergreen hedge, ten feet tall that stretched in both directions. A weathered stone wall emerged from the hedge and held a large metal gate.

Zed pulled up to the gate. He opened the window to punch in a code and when he did, a blast of frigid air hit Elaine. The gate opened, Elaine was expecting some spine chilling creaking, but the gate slid silently on tracks and they were in.

Elaine looked briefly at her surroundings as they pulled in. The place had a bit of an institutional look, like a reform school or a home for unwed mothers. It looked like it dated from sometime in the mid-20th century when warehousing "problems" out of sight was the idea. The fence and hedge seemed to be there to keep the curious out and the people inside in. There was a big main building, another which looked like a gym and a few others whose function Elaine could only guess.

They pulled up to side entrance of the main building. Zed got out of the car, leaving her alone for a minute. She tried to compose herself, to hold onto to the newly found sense of self-determination and wait for the person who would have complete control over her. It seemed like forever, but by the car clock it was only seven minutes before Zed was back. Elaine tried to hold back the anticipation and nervousness of meeting her new owner.

He opened the door, wrapped Elaine in a blanket then carried her over his shoulder into the house. After walking naked and barefoot in Monon, this was a welcome bit of kindness. He brought her into the house through a side door in the garage and left her sitting on a bench in the boot room.

More waiting, Elaine thought, even while trying to control her growing arousal. She heard the Lincoln start and leave, she was here and alone.

The door opened and Elaine found herself staring at two men. Elaine had seen enough muscle to understand that these two were either security or guards, but either way they were men of violence. The way they looked at her told her that they had privileges, too.


Owning Elaine Pt. 01



The tall one; Gary, according to his name badge, was thin and wiry, but, Elaine thought, nicely proportioned. He had what could best be described as a "porn 'stache" and bushy brown hair that fell to his shoulders.

Steve, according to his name badge, was shorter and more powerful looking, clean shaven with a dark crew cut. They were both nice enough looking, she supposed. Not that that really mattered at this point.

"So that's her," Steve said.

"Yeah," Gary answered and looked down at her picture on his phone.

Elaine could see the growing bulge in his pants.

"What should we do with her?" Steve asked. "The Boss won't be home for another couple of days."

"Fuck her then take her downstairs," Gary said and advanced on Elaine.

"Did The Boss say we could?" Steve asked, but he was already fidgeting with his belt buckle.

"He didn't say we couldn't." Gary answered. "Besides, she a prize and brand new. She's the very very bottom here. Of course we can. You know he'll say yes and I don't want to pass up tapping this ass for three days until he gets home."

Steve just nodded, satisfied with the answer.

Elaine was ready as she could be. She was a slave, she reminded herself and this is what happened to slaves.

Gary snapped his fingers, "C'mon slave, stand up."

"Yes, sir," Elaine said and rose from the bench. Steve took the blanket from her shoulders and dropped it on the floor.

"Oh, yeah," Gary said as he stroked her small, firm breasts, "I can see why he wanted this one."

Elaine saw the lust in their eyes and hoped this would not be too painful.

Steve took off her cuffs.

"Turn around, bend over, and put your hands on the bench, slave," Gary ordered.

"Yes, sir," she said. Elaine was wet, she was glad her body could get turned on so easily.

He stood behind her.

"This ass is a work of art," Steve said to Gary. He smacked her ass once to see the color change.

"She'll be here a while," Gary answered. "I plan on making the most of it."

Elaine tried to control her breathing and remain calm. She closed her eyes and waited to be violated. Gary lowered his pants and forced his way into her waiting slit. She moaned as he penetrated her, deeper and deeper until he pushed against the plug still buried in her ass.

"Yeah," he sighed, "real nice."

Gary grabbed her hips and began roughly fucking her. Elaine bit her lip and took the abuse, the use of her body. She began to sweat as he took his time hammering away at her, the climax, the delicious orgasm was almost there. He grabbed her collar, choking her, as he renewed his assault on her pussy and she came with an animal yelp. He finished, too, with a last thrust that banged her head into the wall.

"Yeah," he said again, "real nice."

"Stay put, girl," Steve said and took his place behind her. He slowly pulled the buttplug out of her ass and slid his hard cock into her back door.

He was fast and hard. It hurt like hell, she was still raw from Syd and Sam and even being stretched for hours by the plug didn't help much. She cried out until he finished jackhammering away in her.

Violated, front and back, dripping cum from her ass and pussy, Elaine was pulled back to standing. She tried to avoid looking at the two men and seeing the satisfied grins on their faces.

"Welcome to the house, slave," Gary said and gave her ass a slap. "Let's take her to the basement and let the other one have her."

A leash was hooked to Elaine's collar and she was led out of the boot room. There was a heavy, metal door with a keypad. The combination was entered and Elaine was pulled through the door and down a set of concrete steps that were cold on her bare feet. The hallway was dimly lit and lined by doors on both sides at short intervals.

How long would she be in here, she wondered.

She was led to the last door on the right. The guards keyed in another combination and the lock opened. The leash was unhooked and she was pushed into the cell.

"We'll be seeing you, slave," the guards laughed as they walked away.

"Well, it looks like you can't escape me, can you, slut?" Elaine froze as she heard the unmistakable voice of Kristy.

Elaine turned and took in the room in a quick glance. It was a cell, a comfortable cell, but still a cell. A full sized bed with silk sheets was against one wall. There was about three feet between the bed and the other wall and an open door revealed a bathroom with a small shower, sink and toilet. There was one window, grated and at ground level that afforded a wonderful view of snow. Elaine was reminded strongly of the room at Sam's ranch. She wondered if there was a standard Association slave room blue-print. She had visions of a store like Ikea where slave owners walked through displays of rooms and decided which one they liked.

Kristy stretched languidly on the bed. She was still as beautiful as ever. Elaine loved her curvy, muscular body. ‬She was tall,‭ ‬around‭ ‬5‭'‬10‭" ‬tall and in her early‭ ‬20s with deep brown eyes and short brown hair.‭ ‬Kristy had an athletic build,‭ with large,‭ firm breasts that seemed to defy gravity.‭ Elaine knew her tattoos and her piercings and those long, powerful legs. She hated Kristy for how she had abused her, how she had raped her and paraded her around the casino on a leash. But she had loved the abuse, too, and running from Kristy had only delayed her capture by Sam.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

"I'm a slave because of you," Kristy said. "When you ran off, Sam didn't leave me much choice. You know, he didn't even fuck me. He was waiting for you." Kristy pushed the sheets aside. Her perfect nipples were erect with arousal. "I don't like being a slave, but now I have a chance for payback."

Elaine backed against the door.

"Come on, Elaine, you know you want it. And even if you don't, you can't do anything about it," she smiled and stood. "I'm bigger and stronger and you've got nowhere to go. The guards won't help you, they want me to do things to you. You are mine, you are my prize and you are my property. You'll realize that soon. For now, if you resist, I'll just hurt you until you obey. I'm kind of hoping you resist."

Elaine took a breath. She knew it was inevitable. She was glad it was Kristy, Kristy's body was so beautiful, so powerful and sexy. She just wished Kristy wasn't inside Kristy's body.

"Please," Elaine whispered. She gave up all hope of resistance. If this was to be her fate for the moment, so be it. She could figure out a way out later.

"'Please', what?"

Elaine didn't answer but parted her lips and leaned in to kiss Kristy's breast. Kristy smiled, the lay back down on the bed.

"Please me, slut," Kristy ordered.

"Yes," Elaine paused. She had no idea how to address Kristy. How did one slave address another slave who controlled her?

"Call me 'Miss Kristy'," Kristy said and stroked Elaine's thigh.

"Yes, Miss Kristy," Elaine answered.

Kristy slapped Elaine's thigh.

"Now, please me, slut. Now!" Kristy slapped Elaine's thigh again and the small submissive climbed onto the bed. She went straight for Kristy's crotch, but Kirsty slapped her away. "Goddammit! Get me in the fucking mood first!"

Kristy pulled Elaine's head up and made sure she was listening.

"Start by rubbing and kissing my body. I like my nipples licked and sucked, make sure you do that. Neck, too. Make sure you spend some time kissing my neck, but no hickies! You'll have to give me massages, too, especially after my workouts. When I'm ready for you to go down on me, you'll know. Understand, slut?"

"Yes, Miss Kristy," Elaine said.

Kristy let go of her hair.

"Now, please me," she said.

Elaine threw off all restraint. Wherever she was, right now she was in Kristy's power so she had to obey. If this was a long term arrangement, well, Elaine began caressing Kristy's muscular thighs, there were some advantages. Once Elaine was able to tune out how much she disliked Kristy and focus on how much she liked Kristy's body and being dominated, she was fine. She rubbed Kristy's legs and spent long leisurely minutes on each of the dominant brunette's perfect breasts. All the while, her hands roamed all over the stronger woman's body, exploring and arousing. Elaine was about to move up for some serious neck kissing when Kristy grabbed her hair and pushed Elaine's face into her crotch.

Elaine attacked Kristy's shaved pussy with eagerness. She licked, kissed, sucked and nibbled on all the sensitive flesh. Kristy had studs in for her piercings now and Elaine kissed and tugged at each one with her lips. Her nose rubbed Kristy's clit while her tongue snaked inside. Kristy clenched down with her thighs as she came. Elaine, her hearing muffled by Kristy's powerful thighs crushing her head, could feel the climax in Kristy's body. She felt the shudders and the sound carried through the flesh of her screaming her obscenities and gibberish.

Kristy relaxed but still held Elaine where she was. Elaine did not stop, she found one maneuver that seemed to evoke a good response and added it to her repertoire. It wasn't long until Kristy came again.

This time, when she calmed down, she pulled Elaine's face to hers and kissed her.

"Slut," Kristy told Elaine, "you are the best pussy eater I've ever had. You and I are going to do great."

Kristy made Elaine wash the cum off before she came to bed. Once there, Kristy curled up around her. It was warm, but very comfortable and Elaine quickly feel asleep.

Aside from Kristy insisting upon another quickie later, Elaine slept through the night, not even to stop to think about where she was.

The morning was a different story.

"Where am I," Elaine asked. She hesitantly added "Miss Kristy."

"The stables of Barry Cox," Kristy said. "He runs the slave games. Assorted contests, fights races and that sort of thing between slaves. Beautiful women dueling it out, kind of sexy. There are people who enter their slaves, people gamble on them or just watch it. I won my last three and am the top of the standings, so I get you as a prize."

"I'm yours?"

"For now," Kristy said and began fingering Elaine's slit again. "Really, you're Barry's, but he's letting me have you for a while. He might decide to enter you as a contestant or as a prize." Elaine had not expected this. She had imagined being owned by and serving one man. "All this seems to be okay with The Association. They inspect us and sanction the games. Lots of girls come through, most get sold or given away as prizes or lost to other owners. Lots of gambling, that's why Freddie got involved."

"Will they let me compete?"

"Maybe. That's for Barry to decide. For now though, you're mine. There are two classes of slaves here: competitors and prizes. Competitors compete in the games, we make the money and pride for our owners. Then there are the prizes. Those are the slaves who are the rewards to the competitors. A girl does well, she gets a prize. I did well and I got you."

Kristy guided Elaine back down to her pussy again and, again, Elaine did as she was told and pleased the young woman as best she could. Elaine thought that this was probably how most days with Kristy would begin.

When the guards came for them in the morning, she was not sure what to expect. She wasn't sure how they handled things here. She hoped that Kristy would help her, but she had her doubts about that. Kristy had made it perfectly clear that the thing she enjoyed most was fucking Elaine and the thing she enjoyed almost as much was watching someone else fuck Elaine.

Elaine had visions of prison movies running through her head as they made their way up the stairs. There was a dining room, a couple of big round tables with nice table clothes and plates of food. At one table four women were sitting. They all looked athletic with sleek builds and rippling muscles. None could be described as butch, they were all feminine in the way only slaves could be, but Elaine would not have wanted to mess with any of them. She followed Kristy towards that table.

She heard the phrases "new prize" and "fresh meat" whispered.

Elaine started to sit next to Kristy when one of the guards; the same one who had fucked her ass the night before, Steve; grabbed her arm.

"You're new," he said, "so I'll be nice. Competitors eat here," he led her to the smaller table, "prizes eat here."

The food was more oatmeal than bacon and Elaine was disappointed, but still hungry enough to dig in. The other two girls were smaller, like Elaine, but softer and curvier. Elaine felt she could probably take them in a fight if she had to and could definitely beat them in a race. She wondered about that, she was a good runner and she had even dodged Hunter for a little while on the mountain. She had no doubt she could take many of the girls at the competitors table in a race, too. If they would give her the chance.

There was a lovely brunette with coffee colored eyes sitting across from Elaine. She started to introduce herself. "Hi, I'm" was as far as she got when a sharp pain came from her back. She had been whipped between the shoulder blades.

"Prizes don't get to speak," the guard informed her.

Her eyes watering from the shame and pain, Elaine managed a quick "yes, sir" before taking a bite of oatmeal to cover anything else.

The competitors got a good laugh at her expense.

"Hey, Kristy," one, a nordic looking blonde said loudly, "looks like your new slut needs to learn some manners. Give her to me for the night and I'll teach her some."

"Let me have some of your bacon and I'll let you have a taste," Kristy answered.

"I'll get her later," the blonde answered. "After I get top spot. Today, I'd rather have my bacon."

Elaine burned with shame as Kristy bragged about Elaine's oral skills and how nice it was to know she'd be waiting at the end of the day.

The other prizes ate silently, but Elaine could see a little smirk on the brunette's face as Elaine was humiliated.

When breakfast was over, the competitors got up. They all dumped whatever food was left over on the table and seemed to go out of their way to make as big a mess as possible. Laughing and leering at the prizes they all left together.

Without a word, the other two prizes stood and began cleaning up. Elaine, not knowing what she was supposed to do, followed them. There was a bus tub and some rags and they started sorting dishes and trash. There was a half piece of bacon left over. Elaine looked at it longingly. The little brunette caught her glance and pushed the piece towards Elaine. She gave Elaine a quick nod and smile. Elaine flashed a quick grateful grin and picked up the piece of bacon and quickly popped it in her mouth.

She spit it out before even getting to chew it as another lash fell between her shoulder blades.

"Sneaking food is forbidden," the guard said. "You will be punished after you finish cleaning up."

Elaine looked back at the brunette, who was trying, not very well, to hide a smile. Elaine knew she had been set up. She also realized that she could not trust anyone here, that they all wanted her to fail and be hurt. She stifled a tear and her rage and resumed cleaning with as much gusto as she could. She also began plotting to get back at the brunette, but would have to figure out how without getting in bigger trouble herself.

It didn't take them too long to clean, even though the other two girls seemed intent on sabotaging Elaine as much as possible. She looked for a way to retaliate, but Steve's attention was always on her and she didn't want to add any more to what she already was getting.

When they were finished, Elaine was left standing alone. The other two girls sat on chairs and watched Elaine.

Steve came over to her with his strap in his hand.

"Face the table and put your hands flat on it," he told her.

"Yes, sir," Elaine did as she was told and avoided looking at the other girls.

"You have had a rough first morning," he said to her and brought the strap across her ass hard. Elaine stifled and a yell and held still. She had been spanked, paddled and whipped enough to be able to hold still. "Sneaking food," he continued and whipped her again, "is worth ten lashes." Again the strap lit up Elaine's ass. "Other infractions," he continued and continued punishing her bare bottom, "have other punishments."

He finished and Elaine thanked him and started to rise. Instead of letting her go, Steve pushed her flat against the table.

"I'm not done with you yet," he said and whipped her again. "Do not move until I tell you to."

"Yes, sir," Elaine said, "I'm sorry, sir. I will do better, sir."

"I'm sure you will," he said and stroked her reddened ass. Elaine froze as she felt something in her ass. A quick squirt of lube went in her, followed by Steve's finger rubbing it around. "But I'm still not done with you yet."

Elaine looked briefly over at the other girls. The blonde looked a little embarrassed, but the brunette with the dark eyes made no attempt to hide her pleasure.

Steve forced his way into her ass and started thrusting hard.

"You better learn to behave, slave," he said as he punished her tight brown hole, "because I am learning to love doing this to you."

Elaine took the ass reaming as best she could. She whimpered and cried out as one particularly hard thrust really hurt her, but she had been ass-raped by Sam and Syd; Steve wasn't as bad as them by a long stretch. Mostly it was the humiliation of being set up by the other slave that rankled her. Shouldn't they be working together?

"Fuck, yeah," Steve said as he shot his cum into her ass.

He withdrew for her and faced the other girls.

"Mary and Melissa," he said to them, "you are free until it's time to start getting ready for lunch. Elaine," he said and slapped her ass with his hand, "you are confined to your quarters. I'll come get you when it's time for more work."

"Yes, sir," all three girls said together. 

Steve hooked a leash to Elaine's collar and led her back to Kristy's room. Elaine tried to stay inside her head, but this morning had been an awakening, a reinforcement of the idea that she was on her own.

He stopped in front of Kristy's room.

"I like you, slave," he said and grabbed her ass with one hand and kneaded her flesh. "And I really like that tight little body of yours. You and I are going to spend a lot of time together." He opened the door and pushed her in. "Make the bed, clean the place up. I'll see you when it's lunch time."

The rest of the day was mercifully uneventful, at least until after dinner. Elaine was summoned back up in time to help set up lunch. The cooking was done by "the staff" but Elaine and the other two prizes had to set the tables, serve the food and clean up afterwards. 

She discovered that the blonde's name was Melissa and the brunette who had tormented her was Mary. Apparently Susan, the Nordic goddess who had argued with Kristy had Melissa and Mary belonged to Michelle, the redhead who was the top runner. The other two competitors, a French brunette named Laura and an African-American named Billie, did not have prizes. Barry liked to keep some motivation for the competitors and he always had less prizes than competitors. She also got the impression that it was not uncommon for the competitors who had prizes to loan them out to the other girls in exchange for favors.

Elaine realized that she was on the bottom of the hierarchy here. Prizes in general were low, the guards could make full use of them during the day and she saw Gary take Melissa away after lunch. Steve only had eyes for her, but he had duties and left her alone for the rest of the day.

After finishing lunch she was allowed in the lounge, which was where the girls congregated when not doing anything else. When Melissa arrived back, looking and smelling freshly fucked, she filled Elaine in on quite a bit. She warned Elaine not to trust anyone, including her. The girls had a lot of time to plan and scheme against each other. The competitors spent most of their days training or conditioning for the games. When they came back, they expected the full attention of their prizes. She did not elaborate on that.




Owning Elaine Pt. 01



Elaine studied Melissa, trying to understand her and this place. Melissa was a very attractive woman, but not really Elaine's type. She was about 5'6" and very curvy. Elaine thought she would look better if she lost five pounds off her butt, but the looks from the guards and the other slaves told her she was a minority of one with that opinion. Melissa had a mesmerizing pair of breasts, rivalling the masterpieces of Kristy. They were big and full and perky in a way that made Elaine self-conscious of her own small pair. Lisa had a beautiful face, there was no doubt about that. It was round with light brown eyes and a glorious smile. There was even a small mole on her chin that added to her beauty rather than detracted from it. The most striking feature to Elaine was Melissa's hair: it was long, blonde and fell to her waist. 

"Call her 'Miss Kristy'", Melissa said, bringing Elaine back to the present. "And the other competitors just 'Miss'. Do not use their names."

Elaine nodded and filed the information away.

"Do not masturbate. Ever," Melissa said in a tone that brooked no debate. "Orgasms are tightly controlled here. We prizes only get to cum when someone allows it, at least we get to get fucked by the guards. Master likes to keep the competitors motivated so the guards can't touch them. The only way they can get off is by Master having them or by us. There are fewer prizes than competitors so they try really hard to get one of us."

Elaine was beginning to understand a lot about this place worked. She was also beginning to feel and sense a feeling of friendship from Lisa. It had been a long time since Elaine had really had a friend to talk to, really not since Amanda, and had not had a friend that didn't turn sexual since college.

They spent the afternoon talking. Melisa became a slave due to one of boyfriends who got her into bondage. She discovered a deep need to be submissive and when he could not fulfill all her needs she looked elsewhere and though a weird chain of events that led Elaine to suspect a roper, signed her life away. She said she had a few regrets and second thoughts, but "it's too late to do anything about it now." She wanted one Master someday, but she enjoyed her time with Susan.

"So, enough about me," Lisa said and patted Elaine's arm as they sat on the couch and looked out the window at the blowing snow, "how did you become a slave?"

"Well, it starts with a redhead," Elaine said and started to tell her tale. Melissa's increasingly wide eyed look told her that hers was not the normal route to being a slave.

"A motorcycle? Really?" Lisa asked.

"Yeah. He said he paid those guys to scare me to get me to go with him," Elaine explained and continued her tale. Elaine found it cathartic to explain what happened to her, even if she had to reach for a tissue now and then.

"And Freddie Eel sold me to here and that's how I wound up with Kirsty again," Elaine finished.

"Wow," Melissa said. "Just, wow. That is amazing. How are you still able to speak and walk? I don't think Mary has any idea of what she is getting into. You can mop the floor with her, Elaine. She's a spoiled brat sold by her stepfather who has never had to do anything in her life. Take that little bitch down."

Elaine smiled with genuine gratitude.

"And you may not like Kristy," Melissa continued, "but you have to admit it is pretty wild you keep ending up with her. She does seem to find you."

"I could do without her," Elaine said, then with a mischievous grin added, "but she has such an amazing body."

"Come on," Lisa said and took Elaine's hand, "it's time to get ready for dinner."

The prizes set the tables and got the food out. Mary tried to get to Elaine a few times, but Elaine side stepped her and all the brunette could do was throw out a few insults. When everything was ready, the prizes sat at their table and waited. Elaine was reminded of the kids' table at Thanksgiving.

The competitors arrived, freshly showered and in white cotton robes. They had the look of a good workout and the aura that they were in charge. They sat down and dove into the lasagna that made up tonight's dinner. The portions were smaller at the prizes table, but the food was the same. Elaine ate more salad than lasagna and avoided Mary's glares.

They cleaned up after everyone ate and Mary managed to trip Elaine but the plate Elaine dropped bounced and did not break before Elaine caught it off the bounce. After that, they headed into the lounge where the competitors waited.

Kristy was in one of the comfortable chairs and snapped her fingers.

"Kneel, slut," she barked at Elaine.

"Yes, Miss Kristy" Elaine said and dutifully knelt beside the tall brunette.

Kristy ran her fingers through Elaine's dark blonde hair.

"I understand you had some problems today, slut," Kristy said.

"Yes, Miss Kristy," Elaine said, aware that every eye in the room was on her.

"And were you punished?"

"Yes, Miss Kristy."

"For what?"

"Taking food, Miss Kristy."

"What a naughty slut," Kristy said, enjoying every moment of this. "Didn't you know that you weren't supposed to take food?"

"No, Miss Kristy, but I do now."

"So it was all your fault?" There was an edge to the question that made Elaine realize that Kristy knew what had happened. She also knew this was a no win situation.

"Yes, Miss Kristy."

Inwardly, she flinched.

"Then I think we can all agree that some sort of punishment is in order."

"Miss Kristy, I was punished by the guard."

Kristy slapped her sharply across the face.

"Don't talk back," Kristy reprimanded her. "But not by me for embarrassing me."

"No, Miss Kristy."

"Then you agree some punishment is in order?"

"Yes, Miss Kristy."

"Good." She turned to Mary. "Mary, come here."

"Yes, Miss."

The naked brunette walked over and stood in front of Kristy and Elaine.

"Eat her pussy, slut" Kristy ordered Elaine.

Even though she hated Mary and hated Kristy for making her do this, Elaine obeyed.

Mary was not very big. She really wasn't even as tall as Elaine, maybe five foot even. She was curvier, though, but with a kind of flat butt. She had nice breasts, Elaine thought as she knelt in front of Mary. Not as nice as Kristy's, but Elaine felt more than a little self-conscious. She quickly looked around and realized that she had the smallest breasts here. Mary smiled at Elaine. Elaine noted that Mary had a very pretty face with a slight overbite that was definitely appealing. She had straight brown hair, shoulder length with bangs in front. Elaine thought she was beautiful, too beautiful to have to resort to bullying.

Elaine leaned in and began pleasing the woman who had gotten her whipped and fucked earlier. Elaine tried to avoid having to look at Mary, but every now and then Mary would lift Elaine's chin up so she had to look into those dark eyes and see the satisfaction in them. Elaine did a good job, her best, just like she always did. She really did not know how to do a shoddy job, when she was eating pussy her entire world and concentration was focused on her mouth and the slick flesh outside. As she always did, she lost herself in the task, focusing on the taste and feel of Mary's cunt rather than the fact that this bully of a slave seemed intent on making Elaine's life miserable. 

Elaine was still into what she was doing when Kristy grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away from Mary's crotch.

"Turn around, Mary," Kristy ordered.

"Yes, Miss," Mary answered and gave Elaine a light pat on the creek.

"Take your hands and spread your ass cheeks," Kristy commanded.

"Yes, Miss," Mary answered and did so. She wiggled her round, soft ass in front of Elaine. There was a flower tattoo on the same place on Mary's ass that Elaine had her brand.

Elaine stared briefly at Mary's little asshole, wondering how often that got pounded and what Mary sounded like when it did.

"Go to work, slut," Kristy said then shoved Elaine's face into Mary's ass crack. "Eat her ass well."

Elaine could hear the laughter and taunts as she began to lick Mary's asshole. She hated this, it tasted foul and the absolute humiliation of having to do this to Mary was almost more than she could bear. Kristy kept her hand in Elaine's hair to make sure Elaine did not pull away. For her part, Mary pushed back into Elaine, rarely even allowing her a breath. Elaine still did her best, this was new territory for her so she just imagined what would feel good and did that, mostly licking in circles, changing directions frequently and pushing her tongue in as deeply as she could.

Finally, Kristy let go of Elaine and Elaine gratefully pulled away and took a deep breath that didn't smell like Mary's ass. She really wanted a breath mint, too.

"You're dismissed, Mary," Kristy said.

"Yes, Miss," Mary said and winked at Elaine as she walked back to Michelle.

"This one is available for rent," Kristy said with her hand on Elaine. "Make me an offer."

Elaine did not want to think what that meant.

"Go get cleaned up, poopy lips," Kristy said. "I'll be down soon so be ready for me."

"Yes, Miss Kristy," Elaine said and went off to get cleaned up, and brush her teeth.

Elaine was down Kristy's room as fast as she could. She could hear the laughing from the other girls and she burned with shame. She hated Kristy a little more and knew that soon she was going to have to please the woman who had just publicly humiliated her.

She washed her face and brushed her teeth twice before climbing in bed and waiting for Kristy. She hoped that this was not going to be a regular part of her duties. She also began thinking of ways to get back at Mary or at least get Mary to leave her alone. It was very clear that she could not expect any help from the other girls or guards.

--

Elaine was awoken before Kristy the next day and went to work setting up and serving breakfast. She tried to avoid Mary, but Mary always seemed to be right beside her, always taking the chance to touch her or leer at her. Mary enjoyed Elaine's discomfort and the power she had over her.

"I'm going to get you again," Mary whispered to her.

Elaine turned to retort when Mary knocked the plate Elaine was carrying out of her hand. Before the plate hit the floor Mary had slid far enough away that she looked innocent.

Gary was on duty this morning and head the plate shatter as it hit the floor.

"Ten for breaking a dish," he said evenly. Without another word he took the strap from his waist and lit up Elaine's ass. Elaine bit her lip and glared at the grinning Mary as she took her underserved punishment.

"Thank you, sir," Elaine said when he was finished. "I'm sorry sir."

Gary had already walked away and if he heard her apology he gave no indication. Mary, on the other hand, heard it and let Elaine know.

"How's my ass taste," she said and added a contemptuous, "slut."

The rest of breakfast was easy. Mary seemed content with getting Elaine whipped once and left her alone after that. She was looking forward to a relaxing morning, but Steve had other plans for her.

Steve clipped a leash on Elaine's collar and led her back to the rooms downstairs.

"We don't use all of them all the time," Steve explained as he opened a door and pushed Elaine in. This room as a little smaller and even more basic than the one she shared with Kristy. There were no sheets on the stained mattress and the bathroom could use a good cleaning. Still, Elaine would have like to have had it just for some space of her own. A little bit of cleaning, some sheets and maybe some paint and it would be nice.

Steve's hand on her ass brought her back to reality. Oh yeah, she was going to get fucked. She had imagined being sold to a master, to be his one slave, not to be in a cross between prison and middle school. Steve rubbed and caressed her ass then began to play with her sensitive nipples. Elaine sighed and tried to make the best of it, she really didn't like Steve but she had to obey and she had to do anything anyone here told her to do. She just wanted her pussy fucked so she could cum and not get her ass reamed again. If Steve could do that, she would happily let him have his way with her. He was going to have his way with her, but she'd be happy if she could cum.

"Get on the bed on all fours," he commanded.

"Yes, sir," she answered and obeyed, offering herself to the rangy guard.

Steve stood behind her, gazing at her helpless, beautiful body. He slipped a finger into her slit, exploring her and testing her response.

"Nice and wet," he noted, "you are a natural slave, aren't you, Elaine?"

"Yes, sir," Elaine answered, clenching down on his probing finger, hoping he'd use her there this time.

Elaine almost cried out for joy when he slid his shaft into her slit. She'd had to bring Kristy and Mary to orgasm and get fucked in the ass by Steve, but hadn't cum herself since the night she arrived. She needed the release, the reward for being a slave.

She did manage and breathless "oh, thank you, sir." The closed her eyes and lost herself on the feeling of being filled in the front again. She could really use a nice fucking and climax.

Steve was slower than usual, taking his time exploring and savoring her hot depths. He was enjoying every moment of it and his slow pace made it harder for Elaine to get her much needed orgasm, but she knew he could not resist being rough for long and almost on cue, he began pounding her. Elaine rode the abuse of her vagina to her first orgasm in days, riding the familiar feeling of pleasure as Steve plundered her small body. She was able to cum a second time before Steve finished. 

It had been good, she thought as they both panted in exhaustion, this could make things bearable.

"Thank you, sir," Elaine said as she caught her breath.

"Get used to this, slave," he said and kissed her softly. "We're going to do this a lot."

"Yes, sir," Elaine.

"Clean up, slave," Steve looked her up and down again. "Then you're free until lunch."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,"

Elaine felt good, she could deal with this. She could make it here, she wasn't going to be on the bottom forever. There would be a way up or out. She went to her room and napped.

Not that she minded being on the bottom for a while, she thought as she dozed.

--

The next few weeks settled into something of a routine. Elaine did her chores, which also now included doing the minimal slave laundry (sheets and towels mostly since the slaves usually only wore collars), cleaning Kristy's bathroom and helping to tidy the common areas like the dining room and lounge.

They had two sets if games. The competitors disappeared for a day or two then came back smiling. If Elaine had any hope that the standings would change and she would be free of Kristy, she was disappointed. Susan seemed to do as well as Kristy, but Kristy had a decent lead (apparently the result of some sort of vaguely hinted at sabotage) and stayed in first.

Kristy had made it perfectly clear that part of her revenge on Elaine for becoming a slave was that she was never going to make Elaine cum. Elaine did not even try to follow the warped reasoning by which she was blamed for all of Kristy's numerous mistakes that led her to be a slave, it really didn't matter. Kristy could say that it was Elaine's fault it was winter and there was nothing Elaine could do to refute it. Elaine did miss having Kristy make her cum, though. The other times they had been together, Kristy had made it a point by showing her power over Elaine by making her climax, now she showed her power by withholding the same thing.

Elaine had to please Kristy, though, and the dominant brunette seemed to have an insatiable appetite. Kristy was doing whatever it was competitors did during the day, but the rest of the time, she was demanding of Elaine. Kristy expected full attention from Elaine, from body rubs to frequent demands for oral sex. Kristy enjoyed showing Elaine and the other slaves the control she had over her prize, sometimes demanding Elaine please her in the lounge or in the hallway by the rooms. Kristy never passed up a chance to humiliate Elaine. One of her favorite things to do was have Elaine kneel on all fours and the lounge and rest her feet on Elaine's back. In their room, Kristy was just as demanding and liked to start her day with Elaine's face in her crotch. 

Most nights Kristy was content with just having Elaine perform on her, but other nights Kristy would get mean. Elaine hated those nights. On those nights Kristy went out her way to hurt Elaine. Some of it was slapping or spanking, but Kristy knew some rather painful holds and moves from being a competitor and loved to use these on her helpless prize.

Elaine accepted this because she had no choice and because, deep down, she enjoyed it and craved it. She would wake up in the night, her naked body pressed against Kristy's and wonder how she had come to this. Usually, Kristy seemed to sense she was awake and she'd grab Elaine's hair and pull her down.

Mary seemed to find some way every day to get Elaine punished. Mary would trip Elaine, causing her to drop things or make a mess and make it look like Elaine had made it. There was always some sort of sabotage that Mary could do and Elaine took the fall. Elaine did not know how to fight back, yet. One time she shoved Mary, but got caught doing that and was punished. Elaine was watching and learning and looking for a chance for payback.

The guards, well, they enjoyed Elaine, too. Somewhere in between everything else, Elaine managed to sneak off for naps, otherwise she would have been an exhausted mess.

One night, Elaine returned to their room after cleaning up dinner. She was not looking forward to another night with the brunette, but that was her life at the moment.

Kristy was inspecting a bottle of wine with a self-satisfied smile or her face.

"I rented you out for tonight," Kristy informed Elaine. "Got this nice bottle of wine for you." She held up the bottle. "Billie has lots of stuff she's won and traded for," Kristy said with a warning in her eyes. "I want more of it so do a good job. I want her coming back for more of you."

Elaine looked at the bottle. It was Barefoot. She had been sold for a night for a ten dollar bottle of wine. That really annoyed her, she thought she was worth a lot more. Captive economics, she supposed. Slave girls, particularly prizes, were more available than wine.

"Yes, Miss Kristy," Elaine said. She knew this would happen at some point, but she was still a little angry and afraid. She was being pimped out, made to have sex with another woman so Kristy could get something. She was a whore, she was Kristy's whore.

"What I really want from her is the strap-on she has," she leered at Elaine. "I get that and you'll never walk straight again." She patted Elaine's cheek and put the wine bottle in her basket under the bed.

"Get cleaned up," Kristy ordered, "then go down to Billie's room and wait for her. She hooked Elaine's collar with her finger. "I better hear nothing but good things from Billie."

Kristy sauntered out to where Elaine didn't know or care.

Trembling, Elaine took a quick shower to wash off the sweat and dirt of her chores. She had some welts on her ass; thanks to Mary, she always did. Elaine was still looking for the right way to get back, but had not found it yet. But she had another woman she had to worry about and that was Billie.

She dried and quickly made herself ready. She was prompt because she didn't want to get punished by Kristy, but she also acted quickly to keep herself from thinking about what she was doing. 

Elaine didn't worry about what people thought of her anymore. Everyone knew she was at the bottom of the hierarchy. Mary got her whipped every day. She slept with Kristy, who made her eat out Mary and was currently whoring her out for a bottle of wine. Steve fucked her every day, or if he didn't Gary, Fred or Winston did; or some combination of the four. She could get passed to another girl if the standings changed, too. She was everyone's fuck toy.




Owning Elaine Pt. 01



She was at the bottom, but she didn't plan to stay there. She had already figured out that she had been through more than any other or the girls. She had a mental toughness born of shitty things happening to her that they just did not have. She had seen men die, she had even killed a man, been kidnapped and raped and threatened with torture and death. She could deal with all of this until she could improve her situation.

Mary would have to be the first to go. Then she would have to get a tryout to be a competitor and not a prize. She just had to get Barry Cox to realize that she was good and give her a shot. The guards were useless, they could fuck her anytime they wanted and were not about to risk giving that up so she could move up. She had nothing to offer them that they couldn't get any time they wanted.

Susan was key, Elaine realized. She was Barry's favorite, she was the only slave who he used regularly. Susan also loathed Kristy and deeply resented the fact that the tall brunette had taken over the top spot. There had to be some way to make a deal.

Elaine entered Billie's room. There was no one there, so she knelt on the floor and waited. Waiting gave her time to think. She'd never been with an African-American woman before, or a man for that matter. She was fascinated by the idea of it and imagined the contrasts of their skins, but was a little frightened, too. It was something new.

The door opened and Billie, wrapped in a white towel strode in with delight in her brown eyes and a wide smile across her striking features. She closed the door then walked by Elaine, stroking her cheek as she did.

"I can always count on Kristy's greed to get what I want," Billie said. "And tonight, I want you."

The dark skinned girl went to her basket and took out a pair of handcuffs. "You won't be needing your hands tonight, sweetie."

Elaine wondered why everyone seemed to call her "sweetie". It was certainly patronizing, but she never thought of herself as the "sweetie" type. Apparently, others disagreed.

Billie was tall, slender but curvy, Elaine noted. She had muscular thighs and a full, round ass. A great pair of breasts, Elaine thought, too. The big, dark aureole were hypnotic and the breasts themselves were big and firm. Billie's hair was curly and shoulder length, but was tied back at the moment showing her graceful neck.

Elaine shivered as the cuffs clicked shut, she was going to have an interesting night tonight.

Like most white, liberal middle class families, she had her share of white guilt. And like most white liberals, she also had her fear that someday payback would come. She was Irish and from the North, too! But one of her ancestors had been killed in the New York City Draft Riots in 1863 and from what she had read about that there was probably some hereditary guilt on her hands. She was really just afraid and curious. Maybe curious was not a strong enough word, she was fascinated.

Billie sat on the floor behind Elaine, cuffed her hands in front of her and began caressing the little slave. She started with Elaine's arms then across her flat stomach and up to her small, firm breasts where she lingered.

"I like these little titties," Billie whispered in her ear. "I bet they are really sensitive, too."

She suddenly pinched both and Elaine yelled out.

"I guess they are," Billie said and snaked her tongue into Elaine's ear.

Elaine's eyes watered, but her pussy had gotten suddenly wetter from the sharp pain. She was ready for this now, she could do it. Billie pinched Elaine's nipples again, this time adding a little twist for good measure then stood up. She walked and walked around to stand in front of the kneeling prize. Elaine could see her muscular thighs and smell her arousal. She wondered what Billie would taste like.

The dominant athlete slipped off her towel and grabbed Elaine by the hair.

"Let's see what that golden mouth can do," Billie said then pulled Elaine's face to her crotch.

Elaine opened her mouth and went to work. She tasted deeply of Billie's juices and probed the folds of flesh with her tongue. From lips to clit and back, she pleased the woman who had bought her for the night. Elaine could tell from her breathing and tension that Billie was about to cum. One long lap from bottom to top and Billie came with a deep gasp. She tightened her grip and pushed Elaine deeper into her and Elaine obeyed and licked deeper. She realized that while Billie, like every other woman Elaine had pleasured, had her own distinct taste, it was not that different from any other.

Billie came again before flopping on the bed. She lifted Elaine's face from her crotch kissed her deeply.

"Damn. I can see why Kristy is always so fucking cheerful in the morning."

"Thank you, Miss."

"Whore, we got a whole night ahead of us and I'm just getting started," Billie said with a smile and patted Elaine's check.

Billie went back to her basket.

Elaine grimaced as she saw Billie step into the harness of the strap-on dildo. It wasn't too big, but she did not look forward to taking it all night. Billie once again stood in front of Elaine, she stroked the submissive woman's face and traced her lips with her finger.

"Open up," Billie ordered.

Elaine parted her lips and Billie slid the piece of plastic into Elaine's mouth. Elaine gagged as she pushed in deeper, jerking as Billie entered her throat but quickly adjusting to it. She hated being face fucked with a strap-on. Sucking cock was probably her least favorite sex act but at least with a real cock she knew she was accomplishing something. With a strap-on, it was just to humiliate her and make her suffer.

Billie took her time, she loved making the pretty little sub suffer. Just seeing those big blue eyes water as she choked Elaine made it all worthwhile. Billie wondered what it would be like to be in Elaine's position, but she hoped to never find out. She liked being a slave, but not so totally helpless.

Billie finally pulled out of Elaine's mouth and left the prize girl gasping for a minute to get her breath back. She rubbed the fake cock, wet with Elaine's spit against the submissive woman's face.

"Ready for more?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Good," Billie said and pulled Elaine to her feet by her hair. Elaine stood awkwardly, she had been kneeling so long her legs had started to fall asleep.

"You've got a lovely body, whore," Billie complimented her then pushed Elaine down on the bed. She was on her back with her legs spread and Billie stepped between then, putting the tip of the dildo against Elaine's swollen lips. "I want you to yell when I fuck you," she said as she rammed into Elaine. "I want everyone to know what I'm doing to you."

Elaine didn't need to be ordered. She yelled as Billie pounded away. Elaine came quickly, she had been subjugated so much that her body craved the quick release. Billie enjoyed watching the pretty thing squirm and cum as she was impaled on the strap-on. When she thought Elaine had had enough, she turned her over and went to town on her ass. Elaine tried to squirm away, but Billie grabbed her collar and held her down while she raped Elaine's ass.

"You're not going anywhere, slave," Billie declared and pounded harder. Billie drove and ground until she came.

Elaine was panting and sweating, endorphins raced through her body. Billie kissed Elaine deeply. Then rolled both of them onto their side and stopped and rested for a minute with the strap-on firmly embedded in Elaine's ass. She stroked the petit slave's sides and breasts. Elaine started to protest when Billie's hand snaked down to her crotch, but gave up any fight when Billie began to expertly work her clit. Billie started thrusting into Elaine's ass again, but slowly now while her hand continued to work on Elaine's pleasure bud. Elaine felt the orgasm building in her, slowly, building in time to Billie's thrusts into her ass. When the climax reached her Elaine yelled out in pleasure even as Billie claimed her.

The rest of the night was a blur to Elaine. Billie used her hard; either fucking her pussy, ass or mouth with the strap-on; or making Elaine eat her pussy for what seemed like hours on end. Elaine felt used and abused, but she eagerly did everything she was told and was always waiting for more.

When morning came and Elaine was taken to get ready for breakfast. She had not slept at all.

"That was nice," Billie said as Elaine walked to the door. "I'll be having you again, Elaine." Billie kissed Elaine and gave her butt a slap as she pushed Elaine out the door.

Elaine tried a smile, but was too exhausted.

In the kitchen, she saw Mary with the same evil look in her eyes that she normally had. Elaine was not in the mood for any shit today. She waited until no one else was looking, the same time Mary usually framed her for something, and, without warning, punched the wicked little slave as hard as she could in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her.

"Not today, bitch," Elaine hissed and went back to work before anyone noticed.

Elaine could see the vengeful scheming in Mary's eyes and knew she would have to pay for that later, but today she needed some time to recover.

During breakfast, Billie laughed and joked with Kristy. She detailed what she had done to Elaine and what she had made Elaine do.

"If Kristy gives you a good price," Billie said to the other competitors, "you should give her a try. She's a natural piece of ass. And the things she can do with her mouth. Mmmm!" And they all had a good laugh.

As soon as they finished cleaning up after breakfast, Elaine hurried to their room. Steve was off today and Gary and Winston had taken Mary to one of the empty rooms for some fun. Elaine quickly fell asleep to the sound of Mary getting fucked and smiled. She was sore, Billie had used her hard, but she had also climaxed a dozen times and that made her feel good. And the satisfaction of hitting Mary just added to the day.

The next couple of days were more routine. Mary still found ways to get Elaine punished nearly every day, but Elaine knew that even that would not satisfy the mean little bitch. She had something else in store for Elaine, Elaine just hoped she could beat her to the punch. The problem was Elaine had no ideas yet. Kristy was being Kristy, but had not pimped Elaine out any more. She was still as demanding, cruel and insulting as ever, though, and Elaine ached to get out from under her control.

Elaine began to look forward to her times with Steve or the other guards; especially Steve, though. He was obsessed with her, with her body and she craved that male attention. She loved the fact that she couldn't say no, that she had to let him have her body. Sometimes, it was just quick. He'd find her alone and fuck her where she was. He'd pin her against the wall or bend her over a table and have his way with her. Other times, it would be longer or more elaborate. He loved to take her to an empty cell and tie her to the bed. Sometimes leaving her there during her entire off time and coming back several times.

No matter what, though, Steve found some petty way to hurt or humiliate her just to remind her of his control. Sometimes he'd slap her while he fucked her or spit on her. She could always count on him slipping a few fingers in her collar and choking her. Elaine just put up with this as part of being a slave.

When he fucked her pussy, Elaine could cum every time. He liked her ass, though, and took her there more often. Then, she could cum if he let her play with herself, but otherwise she had to do without. The orgasms from Steve made a lot of the petty humiliations and bullying of her everyday life more bearable.

Elaine began to realize that each of the guards had their own particular preferences. Winston was an ass man. He usually would take her from the rear, but even when he used her front, he spent a lot of time touching, kissing and spanking her bottom. He really liked Melissa, though, and her curvy backside. Elaine began to understand that with Winston and Melissa and Susan and Barry, they held the real influence around the slave quarters and she was glad the two slaves liked her.

Fred loved blowjobs. His time with Elaine was limited. He quickly realized that she was just not that good at sucking cock. Mary, on the other hand, had a flat ass but apparently was the blowjob expert. Elaine has happy to let her have that distinction. Gary was an equal opportunity fucker. He would usually grab the first prize he saw and use her however he felt at the time. Elaine liked that unpredictability, but he was a hair puller and Elaine did not much care for that.

Elaine also realized that each of the competitors who had prizes had a different relationship with them. She was, by far, treated the worst. Mary and Michelle were almost co-conspirators, they had an us-against-them attitude with everyone and managed to annoy just about everyone, too. Billie seemed to harbor particular hatred for Michelle and Mary did as much as she could to provoke the dark skinned girl without overstepping her place as a prize. Susan and Melissa were more complex. There was a definite dom-sub relationship with them, but aside from that they almost seemed like a normal couple. Well, as normal as you could get here, but there did seem to be genuine affection.

The only slave she really could not figure out was Laura. Laura was French and how she came to be a slave in the American Midwest was never discussed. She was, as all slaves seemed to be, lovely. She had deep brown eyes, curvy brown hair that fell to the middle of her back and a pale complexion. She probably had the best legs of any of the girls, but with what Kristy called "thick peasant ankles" and a wonderful torso. Somehow, while none of the individual features of hips, back, stomach, shoulders and breasts were great; in combination they were outstanding. She did not say much and generally kept to herself, which Elaine liked. Laura had not rented Elaine yet and she wondered if the Gaul would.

Elaine had her routine and even Kristy could not deny the guards Elaine. She wondered when things would change. She soon found out. Four days after Elaine had punched Mary, Mary got her revenge, and gave Elaine the way to take her down.

Elaine was back from dinner clean-up. Mary had been unusually happy and quiet so Elaine was worried.

Kristy was smiling when Elaine came in. She held up a bracelet and beamed proudly.

"This is Mary's prized possession," she said. "Just about the only thing Michelle let her keep. And she and Michelle have given it to me as a deposit." Elaine's heart sank, no one gave anyone anything here for free. "Plus a few other trinkets that you'll see later. That's right, slut," Kristy said. "I whored you out to them for the night. They are going to fuck the hell out of you. And I'm going to let them."

Elaine just stood there.

"Get your slut ass out of here," Kristy barked, "they're waiting for you."

"Yes, Miss Kristy," Elaine said and hurried out the door.

It was only three steps to Michelle's door, but they seemed to take forever. Two mean, spiteful women were going to have her tonight; have her to do what they pleased and she had to obey. All the other slaves were out in the hall, watching Elaine stand in front of the door and knock lightly. Melissa had a worried look but offered a comforting smile, Susan scowled and Billie turned in disgust and went back to her room. The look on Laura's face was inscrutable.

The door opened slightly and Elaine stepped in. This couldn't be as bad as J.J. she thought. No matter what, they weren't, they couldn't abuse her like that little man had. It would hurt, she knew that, but she would get through it.

The room was much like Kristy's, except for a small Confederate flag that hung on the wall. Elaine wondered how that went over with Billie and realized that the strain between the two competitors probably went back centuries. Michelle was beside her and closed the door, latching it with a light click.

Mary was standing in front of her, with the evil grin Elaine had learned to fear on her pretty face. Elaine thought Mary was very pretty with her coffee colored eyes, delightful little over bite and delicate feature. Pretty, but a complete bitch.

"Tonight you will obey both Mary and me," Michelle said from beside Elaine.

"Yes, Miss," Elaine said.

"Address Mary by her name," Michelle continued, her breath warming Elaine's ear.

"Yes, Miss."

"Put your hands to your sides, whore," Mary said.

"Yes, Mary."

Elaine took a deep breath which was quickly knocked out of her as Mary punched her in the stomach. She doubled over, but Michelle grabbed her hair and pulled her back up so Mary could punch her again.

"I bet you were proud when you hit me, whore," Mary said. "I bet it felt good." This time Mary punched her in the ribs. "Doesn't feel so good now, does it?"

Michelle held Elaine by the hair while Mary slapped her across the face. Elaine flinched as Mary slapped her five or six times more. Her face was red and she was sure she'd have some bruising tomorrow. A little trickle of blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

"You need to learn your place, whore," Mary said then slapped her again. "Your place is at the very, very bottom here. Everyone is above you, you have to obey everyone. If I want to get you whipped every day, you'll get whipped every day." She punched Elaine once more in the stomach, Elaine turned a little and was satisfied to see that Mary hurt her hand when she grazed Elaine's hip. Elaine still fell to the ground, though, when Michelle let go of her hair.

Elaine lay on the ground, taking a moment to get her breath. Mary bent down, gave Elaine a light kick in the butt then took a bag out from under her bed. She rummaged through it and pulled out a couple lengths of rope.

"I've been saving these for you," Mary said. "Stand up."

Elaine managed to get to her feet. Mary grabbed her wrists, but Michelle stopped her.

"Not yet," the redhead said. "Let's work on her ass first." Michelle turned Elaine around so she was facing the door. Her hands were placed against the door.

Michelle had a build much like Elaine's. Michelle was an inch or two taller, had a little more in her calves and less in the butt and hips. Elaine wished she had the little more that Michelle had in the breasts, though. She had shoulder length red curls, but was completely bare down below. Her skin was pale but extensively freckled.

"I'll spank her," Michelle said. "And you see if you can hit the same spot."

"What if I miss?" Mary asked.

"Keep trying until you get it right," Michelle said cheerfully.

Elaine was prepared, but the first one still stung. She had forgotten momentarily the plan and was surprised when Mary spanked her in the same place. It rapidly became a game, going from Michelle spanking her once and Mary following to Michelle doing combinations of five or six with two hands and Mary trying to replicate. Elaine was reminded of the old game Simon, except she was the game. By the time they were finished Elaine gave up any attempt not to cry out. It hurt, her ass was red and glowing and her cheeks wet from crying.

"There," Michelle said proudly, "did we miss a spot?"

"No, Miss Michelle," Mary answered, "every bit of it is red."

"Perfect," Michelle said and took a drink of water. "Tie the little whore to the bed and let's ride her face."

"Yes, Miss Michelle," Mary said happily pushed Elaine onto the bed.

Elaine did not resist (what was the point?) when Mary tied her hands and feet to the four corners of the bed. This was going to be a long night and she cursed Kristy silently for letting them have her, knowing full well what they had in mind.

Michelle, of course, was first. She climbed on the bed, straddled Elaine's head and lowered her pussy onto Elaine's face. Elaine did what she had to, she followed any instructions Michelle gave her and brought the redhead to at least two orgasms before she climbed off.




Owning Elaine Pt. 01



Mary smiled.

"I'm next," the brunette said and started to climb on.

Before Mary was even settled into place, Elaine yelled. Something had slapped her thigh, hard. She looked down and saw Michelle had a house slipper and had hit Elaine's thigh with it. Before Elaine could process anything else Mary pressed her crotch into Elaine's face. Elaine started licking Mary, but then yelled as Michelle hit her other thigh with the slipper. She went back to work on Mary again when Michelle hit her again with the slipper, this time on her pussy.

Elaine screamed out. That really hurt. She started to cry, but Mary grabbed her hair with both hands.

"Don't stop, whore," Mary shrieked.

Elaine did the best she could, but Michelle continued to punish her thighs and pussy. Mary seemed to enjoy it when Elaine yelled, the sound muffled by the brunette's shaved pussy. Michelle was more than happy to help.

The rest of the night was a painful blur for Elaine. Kristy had been bad, but never this rough with her. Elaine was kicked, hit, slapped, choked, spanked and spat upon. She was forced to eat pussy, lick assholes, suck nipples and toes and be grateful for it.

Elaine did what she was told, being the best sub she could. But every hurt, every humiliation they inflicted upon her just steeled her resolve not to give in and get out from under Mary's thumb. At one point, while lying on the ground licking Michelle's feet, she saw under the bed and Mary's little bag. Prizes weren't allowed to have things, but Michelle let her. The girls all knew she had her stash, and now Elaine knew where it was.

When Elaine was shoved out of Michelle's room in the morning, there was silence in the hallway. She was red or black and blue all over with a fat lip and a black eye. Elaine had been through worse, she knew that most of the damage was superficial and only some bruised ribs and maybe her ass would take more than a few days to be passable. But there was no denying she looked really bad.

Mary strutted her way down the hallway, satisfied that she had proven once and for all that she was not to be messed with.

Elaine tried to make it up the stairs to start her chores, but between the beating and the fatigue she couldn't without stopping.

"What the fuck, Michelle?" Elaine heard Kristy shout. "This is how you return my stuff?"

"She'll get over it," Michelle said with a shrug.

"She'll be out for a week," Kristy accused.

"She can walk it off," Michelle said.

"Melissa," Susan said with a clear voice, "go get the nurse."

Michelle started to block Melissa, but Susan put a hand on Michelle's chest and pushed her back out of the way. Michelle tried to move around the tall blonde, but Kristy simply punched her in the face. The sound of flesh striking flesh in the narrow hallway brought a sudden silence. Michelle held her hand to her bruising cheek. Everyone could see she was calculating the odds. Kristy was in a boxing stance, ready and eager for another shot. Susan pushed her against the wall. Billie would love to get a shot or two in just out of spite.

Michelle knew she wasn't going to win this one and relaxed.

"Okay, okay," she said and tried to brush Susan's hand away.

Billie snorted in disgust and walked over to help Elaine back down the stairs.

The hallway was silent.

"Hey, you whored her out to me," Michelle said, trying to pass the blame to Kristy.

"I am claiming your damage deposit," Kristy said formally.

"No!" Mary yelled. "That bracelet's mine!"

Kristy glared at Michelle and Michelle sighed and slapped Mary across the face.

"Know your place, prize," Michelle warned.

"As I was saying," Kristy said. "I get the damage deposit and I want Mary until I get Elaine back."

"You've still got Elaine," Michelle said.

"Until she gets back from the infirmary, I get Mary," Kristy said firmly.

By that point, the nurse had arrived. The middle aged woman looked Elaine over then, with the help of Melissa and Billie, carried her to the infirmary.

Michelle was going to protest again when the saw the look in Susan's eyes. Even Laura, who had watched the whole thing from the door to her room, was glaring.

"Fine," she said.

"Too far, Michelle," Susan said. 

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The infirmary was a welcome rest for Elaine. The weeks had been rough on her. From Las Vegas to Canada to what she assumed was Illinois, though the admitted it could have been Indiana or Wisconsin; she had been through a lot. Her body recovered and her mind and soul recovered, too. She did not mind her situation here too much. Or at least she wouldn't once she fixed things with Mary. She was safe, she was getting all the sex and domination she craved and she was able to work through a lot of her issues with the men in her life. She mourned Sam, hated Roy, resented and feared Syd and was glad J.J. was dead. Hunter was just complicated.

Melissa slipped in every now and then to feed her gossip and news. Kristy was enjoying Mary, but made sure to whore her out at every chance, except to Michelle. She was letting Billie have her for a few hours tonight in exchange for a slice of bacon.

Elaine waited. She had the perfect alibi of being in the infirmary if she just timed it right. She knew the routines of the house and had figured out when best to do it. It was on her second to last scheduled day on rest. After lunch, the house went into a siesta mode. The competitors were off training and the guards were fucking whomever they wanted to fuck that day. The rest of the staff generally boiled up a pot of coffee and relaxed or just skipped the coffee part.

Elaine was counting on the siesta.

The nurse had given Elaine a sleeping pill, which she had palmed. She faked sleeping until the nurse was out. She suspected the nurse had popped a couple of pills, as she usually did, and would be out for a while. To make sure, Elaine quietly slid off the bed, and silently on bare feet. She crept over to the nurse's station and sure enough, she was asleep on the couch.

So far so good.

Elaine opened the door and looked both ways. All clear.

She crept into the hall, as silent as she could be, and to the door leading to the rooms. As always at this time of day the door to the stairs was open. Elaine inched her way down the stairs, keeping her eyes and ears open.

She relaxed a little when she heard the sound of fucking coming from two of the empty rooms. It seemed that both Melissa and Mary were getting some action this afternoon. That was everyone accounted for.

She moved as quickly as she could and still be silent. She appreciated bare feet at times like this. She went into the room she was forced to share with Kristy. There was a definite feel of Mary in here, just in the way the room was kept and the smells. Elaine was not looking forward to coming back here.

Under the bed, exactly where Mary had seen Kristy put it, was the bracelet. Elaine took a deep breath. If she got caught doing this, she was in deep. But she was in deep now and she needed Mary off her back once and for all. She grabbed the bracelet and slid around the corner and out the door.

Into Michelle's, and more importantly, Mary's room Elaine went. There, between the bed and the wall was Mary's little bag, containing all she was allowed to have. And it was still more than Elaine had. Elaine put the bracelet in the bottom of the bag, did her best to make it look hidden, then put the bag exactly where she had found it.

As quickly and silently as she had gone down, Elaine raced back to the infirmary. By the clock in there, she had been gone three minutes. She popped the sleeping pill from earlier and made herself relax enough for the sleeping pill, her wonderful alibi, to do its thing.

The noise that awoke Elaine would have woken the dead. Even the nurse made it to her feet to see what was going on. Elaine stayed in bed. She did not think she could fake it if she was out in the middle of the confrontation. She was supposed to stay in the infirmary and that was exactly where she was going to stay.

She looked at the clock, it was after dinner. The girls would all be going back to their rooms. Elaine heard another obscenity laced tirade that had to be from Kristy. Elaine realized that they were still down in the basement and was amazed at how loud Kristy was. She was definitely staying here.

Soon she saw Steve, Gary and Winston run past towards the stairs. Things got really loud for a minute then calmed down. Shortly after that, Winston went back the other way. Elaine wondered how this would go.

Things were quiet for a few minutes so Elaine let the sleeping pill win and went back to sleep.

Elaine was woken up later by voices in the infirmary.

"See, I told you she was sleeping," Elaine heard the nurse say. "I gave her a blue right after lunch and she's been out the whole time." Elaine opened her bleary eyes and saw Winston talking to the nurse. Elaine had begun to realize that Winston was the head guard.

They turned to leave, through the barest of slits, Elaine saw Susan look at her with an arched eyebrow. Susan might suspect, but she couldn't prove anything. No one could, and Elaine didn't think anyone would really want to.

She shifted positions and went back asleep feeling more confident.

"Elaine, wake up," Elaine was aware words were being spoken to her, but couldn't figure out what they were, if they were important and if they were even being spoken at all. She was generally sure she was Elaine, though.

A sudden pull of her hair encouraged Elaine to play closer attention.

"Goddamn it, slut, wake the fuck up!" Kristy yelled.

Elaine was awake and halfway out of bed when she realized where she was and that she did not need to obey Kristy at the moment. But by that time she was moving, only to snag her leg on the sheet, trip, and bang her bruised bottom on the bed before falling on the floor in a heap.

"I don't care how much you are going to fuck yourself up, day after tomorrow and you're mine again," Kristy said and watched with impatient amusement while Elaine untangled herself. "I bet you're a cheap date if a blue hit you that hard."

Elaine made it to her feet.

"Yes, Miss Kristy," Elaine said. 

"Come on, there is something you are going to watch," Kristy said and led Elaine out to the lounge.

Mary was standing next to the table looking both extremely pissed off and terrified at the same time. She even managed to tremble. When Elaine came in, Mary shot her a look of absolute hatred.

"Mary has been found in possession of goods stolen from a competitor slave," Winston said in an official monotone. "Stealing from your better is one of the most serious infractions a prize slave can commit."

There was murmuring in agreement from all the competitors, even Michelle.

"Therefore, I hand down these punishments. Every day for the next fifteen days, Mary will receive fifteen lashes, twice a day. When not doing her chores she shall be confined to quarters for two hours and confined in quarters for the remainder of the time. She is not excused from any duties during this time."

Winston nodded at Steve.

Steve took his strap.

"Assume the position," Steve told Mary.

"Yes, sir," Mary answered. She bent over the table, her hands resting on the top and her ass sticking out. Elaine knew the positon all too well herself, thanks to Mary.

The crack of the strap across Mary's bare bottom filled the room. To Elaine's surprise, Mary lasted until number four before she made any noise. By nine, she was at full volume.

Both Melissa and Susan watched Elaine when Mary started getting her day with the strap. Elaine found that she really didn't get much satisfaction from watching Mary get hurt, she just wanted to be left alone and this was what Mary had forced her to do. Well, maybe a little satisfaction. Elaine looked briefly at Susan and saw scheming going on. Melissa just seemed pleased. The dynamics of the slaves had changed, Elaine had made her point.

Elaine looked back at Mary just as she got number fifteen.

"May I go, sir?" Mary asked.

"No talking," Steve snapped and gave Mary two more.

Steve set the strap down and began opening his pants. Elaine suddenly realized that Mary's night was just beginning. Steve rammed into her and began fucking the freshly punished slave. Elaine was fascinated. She had certainly been in Mary's position often enough, but she had never watched another slave get fucked before. She noted that Mary did not cum as easily as she did. Elaine would have been on at least number two before Mary hit one, and that was just as Steve was finishing.

Winston was next. He lifted Mary up on the table and lowered her onto her back. He stepped between her legs and began getting her ass ready. While he did that, Fred stepped on the other side of the table and began fucking her face. Elaine could see her arch as Winston penetrated her ass and she was impaled top and bottom.

Fred finished first and Gary took over her mouth. Of course, he grabbed two handfuls of her hair. What was it with hair pulling, Elaine wondered. Winston was still working her from below, not in any big hurry.

Elaine was extremely aroused watching Mary get gangbanged. She wondered if she looked as good when she was gangbanged as Mary did. Or maybe it was because she imagined herself in Mary's position, wondering how she would feel if she was getting used.

Elaine really wanted some sex, but she was off limits for two more days. That was too bad, but that's life. Elaine had to remind herself that it was because of her that Mary was having all this done to her. Mary hadn't really stolen anything, she didn't deserve this punishment. Well, she deserved it, just not for what she was accused of. She deserved it because of everything she had done to Elaine.

As she watched Winston and Gary double Mary, Elaine began to see the excitement and appeal of subjugating other women. She began to understand a little better why Mary had done the things to her that she did. Not that Elaine had even the slightest regret about having this done to Mary, but she understood a little better.

Elaine looked at the other girls in the room. They were all focused on her rather than Mary. Things were definitely changing. But Elaine wanted more. She had to move up at some point or risk another Mary or Michelle or someone worse than them. She wanted a tryout to be a competitor. She was sure she was tougher than Michelle and certainly a better runner. And Michelle was supposed to be their best runner. Elaine just had to get a chance.

Susan was the key. She was the slave who shared his bed the most. Barry made it a point to fuck all the competitors on a regular basis to, as Melissa said, "remind them who owns their ass." But Susan was up there a couple of times a week.

Elaine knew that when Susan was ready to talk, she would rent her. Kristy had been making a sales pitch for either a bottle of wine (again) or maybe a scarf or two. It was just a matter of time.

*****

Thanks to Ashleigh_xoxo for editing.



Owning Elaine Pt. 02



 Thanks to eespld1994 for editing.

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It was Elaine's first day being out of the infirmary. Kristy had made it clear that she was in for a long night, but that was later. There was definitely a different feel to the room when they had breakfast. During clean up Melissa was as chatty and friendly as always, but Susan and Billie eyed her with new respect. Elaine welcomed this thawing and realized it was nice to have someone to talk to. She just wished it hadn't taken framing Mary to get it accomplished.

Mary was different. Elaine liked that. The little brunette stayed away from Elaine and when they were close, Mary avoided making eye contact. Elaine did not know if Mary was beaten or was just waiting for her chance at revenge. Elaine did like how Mary's pert little bottom looked crisscrossed in welts from her 30 a day. She was starting to get the appeal of being on the other side of the dom-sub equation. It was something she'd like to explore more of in the future. She thought about pressing her advantage with Mary and doing all the petty things to Mary that Mary had done to her, but decided to be the better woman. She did not like bullies and certainly did not want to be one herself, despite the just cause Mary had given her.

They finished cleaning up after breakfast and Mary got her 15 lashes with the strap. Mary shot Elaine a hurt look that almost crumbled Elaine's resolve not to be mean to her, almost. Really? She was upset with Elaine after all that little brunette bitch had done to her? Elaine was disgusted and a little disappointed that none of the guards fucked Mary.

Elaine was about to head to the lounge when Steve stopped her. She should have known that he was not going to let any time go by without having her. He gave her ass a slap,grabbed her upper arm and led her to one of the storage rooms. It was a small room, not much more than a closet with no windows and a single light bulb. There were metal shelves with boxes of papers and supplies and other odds and ends stacked around, some of them smelling rather musty. She idly looked at some of the labels on the boxes and most of the dates were from the 1990s.

Steve kicked the door shut behind him. There was not a lot of room here, Steve was already almost pressed against her.

"Grab the top corner," Steve ordered.

Elaine did as instructed and Steve cuffed her wrists around the corner post.

Steve reached around and began rubbing Elaine's small, firm breasts.

"I've missed your body, slave," Steve said as he groped her. "But now you're back."

Steve took a step back and unzipped his pants. He loved fucking Elaine more than the other girls. There was something about her that just made him want to use and abuse her. He'd been with better looking women, but none he wanted to fuck more. He found Elaine's slit and bore into her. He was quick and hard, trying his best to hurt and humiliate her. Elaine just enjoyed a good, solid fucking. It had been a week since she came and Steve was giving her just what she wanted. She came before he did, but not by much.

Steve wiped his cock of Elaine's thigh then zipped his pants back up.

He started to uncuff her hands when the door to the closet opened and Gary stuck his head in.

"There she is. I figured someone had her," he said. "Leave her like that. I'll let her go when I'm done."

"All yours," Steve said and stepped out of the closet.

Gary quickly began to work some lube into Elaine's ass while his other hand groped and tugged at her breasts. Elaine tried to open for him and for what he was going to do to her. He unzipped his pants, rubbed a little lube on his cock then pushed his way into Elaine's tight ass.

"I missed this ass," Gary moaned as he buried himself in Elaine.

Gary took his time fucking Elaine. He savored her helpless body and the pleasure it could bring him, the way she jerked and spasmed when he hurt her a little more or the almost cooing when he rubbed her clit while he took her. Despite his desire to enjoy this all morning, Gary came and fired his cum inside Elaine.

Gary pulled out of Elaine, leaving her dripping front and back. He removed the cuffs and without another word left her alone. She took a deep breath, she had sort of figured her first day out would be rough. All the guards had missed her and at the end of the day she had Kristy to look forward to. She slipped out of the closet and slinked downstairs, eager to avoid anyone else who might have plans for her.

She made it back to Kristy's room and cleaned herself up before hiding under the bed until it was time for lunch.

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Kristy was happy. Overall, she was as content as she had ever been in her life. Kristy had come to realize, through the help of some psychology self-help books and a fair amount of time alone thinking, that she was never meant to be free. She kept fucking up in ways that were destined to get her into big trouble. She stole from her boss, not because she wanted the money, Kristy was not very materialistic, but just for the fun of it. It would have just been a matter of time before she got caught again and sent to prison.

Instead, she became a slave. She really wasn't mad at Elaine for her role in it, Kristy knew she was in a much better place as a slave than she would have been in prison. If nothing else, the accommodations were better (certainly cleaner than what she saw during her time in jail) and the food was a thousand times better. She was also sure that any stabs in the back would be metaphorical, not literal. But just because she wasn't mad, didn't mean that she was not going to punish her prize.

Having Elaine made the experience all worthwhile. Kristy had long coveted the small slave with the golden mouth and had taken full advantage of her every chance she had gotten. Now, Kristy had her. They had given Elaine to Kristy and Elaine had to obey. A shiver went up Kristy's spine at that thought.

All she had to do to keep Elaine was keep winning. That was an amazing incentive, but Kristy mostly just liked beating other women. Kristy was going to keep winning, she was sure of it. She was the biggest, strongest and smartest of the competitors here and she was going to use that to rule here.

Kristy loved whoring out Elaine, too. It brought her lots of stuff, which was nice, but she also just loved that much more power over her prize. She loved the look in Elaine's eyes when she told her prize she was being rented out. There was a mix of smoldering anger, disgust and arousal. Kristy knew Elaine liked being whored out, forced to have sex with the other women. Elaine needed to be abused, she could just never ask for it.

The guards loved her tight little body, too. Kristy thought with a snarl. She did not begrudge them the use of her, but she was always a mess when they were finished. They never used condoms and rarely finished in her mouth. Elaine was usually dripping from front or back or with a face full of cum to be washed off. All that extra clean-up delayed Kristy's pleasure by minutes.

Elaine had gotten a facial from Winston after dinner. Before she had even finished cleaning up dinner, Winston had her on her knees sucking his cock. He blew his wad on her face and left her to finish the clean-up like that. Kristy sent her to the shower right after she finished clean-up. She wanted her toy nice and clean and fresh.

Kristy drummed her fingers impatiently and listened for the shower to turn off. She smiled when it did. Kristy stretched and purred. It had been a good day, she had beaten Susan again in practice today, got in a good workout. Now, she was having some Elaine for desert.

The door to their small bathroom opened and Elaine stepped out, modestly wrapped in a towel.

"Lose the towel and shut the door," Kristy said and nodded to the door to the hallway. "I'm feeling frisky tonight."

The look of dread in Elaine's eyes was priceless.

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The competitors were gone. The next round of games were taking place in Miami so the competitors got to leave the cold snowy Midwest for the warm and sunny southeast. Elaine was a little jealous, but not too much since she never left the house to realize how unpleasant it was outside anyway. She did miss fresh air and sunshine, but whenever she looked out the window here it was either snowing, grey, or sunny with a fresh layer of snow on the ground. It reminded her too much of New England and why she had gotten the fuck out of there.

The games had implications around here, too. After the games, there would be new standings and the new standings would determine "draft" order for the prizes. Elaine wanted to get out from under Kristy, but at least Kristy was the devil she knew. Elaine definitely did not want to belong to Michelle, that experience had been even more unpleasant than her time with Kristy. She was secretly hoping for Billie, but knew that it was a long shot. It seemed like Kristy and Susan pretty much had the top two spots locked down and Susan seemed to enjoy Melissa. She did not want her friend to have to endure Kristy, either. Elaine knew she could take it, but she wasn't sure about Melissa.

Well, those things would sort themselves out. One way or another, Elaine would have her face buried in another woman's pussy. It was just a question of which woman. There was some appeal to being Kristy's prize, or at least Elaine spent a lot of time convincing herself that there was. Kristy certainly kept her busy and by whoring her out to the other competitors, she got a little variety. Kristy was very demanding in her use of Elaine, Elaine dreaded the hair pulling or nipple pinches that Kristy used to punish her. Mostly, though, there was Kristy's attitude towards her that Elaine had trouble sorting out. Kristy made no secret of how she viewed Elaine: Elaine was her toy and her slut. No matter what Kristy wanted, Elaine had to do. Kristy did not see the person Elaine was, only how she could be used. Elaine found that both very humiliating and very arousing. She could do without having to suck Kristy's toes, but would miss having to give her body rubs and oral sex.

The competitors returned in a few days. Elaine really had no idea of the days of the week, but had she to guess she would have guessed that they left on a Thursday (she never could get the hang of Thursdays) and came back on a Monday. There was a buzz in the house as Mary, Melissa and Elaine knew that things in their lives could change dramatically with the new standings.

All the slaves were brought into the lounge. The prizes were made to kneel across the room from the competitors. At the moment, the prizes belonged to no one. Melissa had told Elaine not to expect any big changes, but you never knew about these things. Elaine tried to gauge what would happen by the looks of the competitors. The smug, self-satisfied smile on Kristy's face told Elaine that she was probably not going anywhere new. Susan looked determined, Laura as inscrutable as ever. Elaine simply could not figure out Laura. The Frenchwoman generally left her alone, she had never even rented Elaine yet, but Elaine knew enough to be wary of quiet people.

The big difference seemed to be with Billie and Michelle. Billie seemed very pleased with herself, very exuberant and confident while Michelle was angry. Elaine could sense that something had gone well for Billie and poorly, maybe very poorly, for Michelle. Elaine sneaked a quick look at Mary who was stonefaced and quiet. Mary could sense it, too. She might be in for a change.

Winston came in, turned on the monitor and, after a bit of fumbling, managed to get his laptop to display on the big flatscreen. Elaine had never seen it used before, maybe this was the only function. They could at least let the slaves watch videos. His opening image was an anime still of a buff warrior woman leading another woman on a leash.

Melissa gave Elaine's ankle a quick and discreet squeeze of encouragement as Winston opened up his powerpoint slide show.

"Overall, it was a good set of games," he said. "Once again, we won the overall meet on the strength of our wrestling and swept those events." He nodded at Kristy, Susan and Billie, "nicely done, slaves." He cleared his throat. "Our running events did not score as well." He shot a glare at Laura, who looked disinterested, and Michelle, who looked embarrassed. "But thanks to a solid effort from Billie helping out there, we managed to get enough points to pull out the win. We will be expecting more from our runners."

Elaine had a brief flicker of hope that Billie might have moved up enough to get her, but knew it was not possible.

"On the gambling front, once again Laura was the biggest money maker." Laura smiled at that. Melissa had tried to explain to Elaine how making money for the gamblers did not always have anything to do with actual performance. Melissa knew a lot more about gambling than Elaine did and eventually her explanation became so technical and confusing that Elaine had given up trying to figure it out.

"Without further ado, here are the new standings," he flipped to a slide and was silent while the slaves all devoured the new information.

Not surprisingly, Kristy still led. The gap between her and Susan had narrowed, but not by much. Elaine did some quick math in her head and realized that if Susan gained on Kristy at the same rate, it would take a dozen meets like this to catch up. Elaine felt that benefitted her, Susan would come to her to get at Kristy, it was just a matter of time. But it also meant that unless something drastic happened, she was going to be with Kristy for a long time.

Below the top two, things changed dramatically. Michelle went from third to last. Billie made a dramatic surge into third while Laura moved up to fourth. As soon as the standings were made final, Michelle slinked out looking like she was about to cry. Laura and Billie began furiously whispering to each other, plotting and deal making, no doubt.

"Kristy," Winston said. "You have first pick of prizes."

"Yes, sir," Kristy said. "I choose Elaine."

"Kristy picks Elaine," Winston said and made a note in his laptop.

Kristy looked at Elaine then snapped her fingers and pointed to the ground in front of her. Without displaying any emotion, Elaine walked over to Kristy and got on all fours in front of the brunette. Kristy sighed happily and rested her feet on Elaine's back. Elaine stared down at the floor.

"Susan, you have the next pick."

"Melissa, sir," Susan said and motioned for her prize. Melissa smiled and knelt beside Susan.

"Billie, you have the final pick," Winston said.

"One minute, please, sir," Billie said. "Laura and I are working on a deal."

"You are trading the pick?"

"Yes, sir," Billie said. She had Laura get out a piece of paper and began writing on it.

Elaine looked over at Mary. She still knelt stoically as Billie and Laura haggled over her fate.

Finally, both smiled and shook hands.

"We have reached a deal," Billie said. "I will see my rights to possess Mary to Laura. In return I get three bottles of wine, a hair tie, and three nights of my choice with Mary. I also reserve the right to sub-whore her out on my three nights."

"You agree, Laura?" Winston asked.

"Yes, sir," Laura answered.

Winston noted it in his computer than shut it up.

"Okay, slaves," Winston said as he left. "Have fun tonight. Back to the routine tomorrow."

"Come on slut," Kristy said and gave Elaine a kick. "I want you to make me cum. Now."

Elaine swallowed her pride and slid between Kristy's powerful thighs. Elaine knew what Kristy wanted and knew she was going to have to do it. She kissed Kristy's pussy first, then dove in, aware that everyone was watching her. But Elaine had been humiliated by Kristy before and would be again, she just got through this by doing the best she could and getting it over as easily as possible.

"Oh, that was nice," Kristy said to the rest of the slaves in the lounge. "This tasty little piece is mine and all mine and will be as long as she's here. You can rent her, but she's mine."

Elaine realized that no one was paying attention to Kristy. Billie was reading a book, Susan and Melissa had already headed downstairs to bed. Laura was sitting in one of the big comfortable chairs with Mary sitting across her lap. Laura was kissing on her prize's neck while playing with her ample breasts. Mary seemed a little petulant, but was starting to let go and enjoy Laura's attention.

Elaine wouldn't mind being with Laura. She was pretty enough, quiet, too; which Elaine found refreshing. She couldn't see how Laura would be in position to have her, but she might be worth cultivating.

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The next days were more routine, but there was definite bad blood in the air between Susan and Kristy. It nearly came to blows a few times and Elaine got it from Melissa who got it from Susan that they had almost duked it out a few times in practice. Elaine knew Susan was baiting Kristy, egging her into some sort of confrontation. Elaine wanted to keep out of it, but spending a huge part of her time serving Kristy she had, at the least, to listen to her. At the worst, Kristy took out her frustrations at Susan on Elaine. There was more hurting, more spanking and slapping; and more humiliations. Kristy needed to prove herself and she did that by being cruel to Elaine.

Elaine had a pleasant Tuesday morning. Breakfast had been nice and the only guard around, Winston, was off with Mary. Elaine and Melissa had a morning of conversation and cards without being bothered. After lunch they both sneaked off for naps.

Melissa came in to wake up Elaine for dinner. Once she was sure her deep sleeping friend was awake, she leaned in and whispered to Elaine. "Something is going to happen tonight," Melissa confided. "Be ready"

Dinner was ready when the competitors came in. Elaine could hear Susan and Kristy arguing even before they made it into the dining room. There did not seem to be any rhyme or reason to it. The basis of it seemed to be that Susan had had a good day at practice and Kristy had had a bad day.

Finally, it escalated into a challenge and an agreement on a card game, gin rummy, to be exact.

"What should we bet?" Kristy asked. "Bragging rights aren't enough. I need something substantial to show that I'm better than you at everything."

"How about our prizes for the night? If, and that's a big if, you win you get Melissa for the night. I win, and I will, I get the Golden Mouth."

"Fine," Kristy spat and they shook hands.

After dinner, the competitors headed off to the lounge to start the game while the prizes cleaned up even quicker than usual so they could see the rest of the competition.

Elaine was nervous about being with Susan, but she guessed this was Susan's play to try to do business with her. It was obvious she wanted Kristy taken down a notch or two and somehow she wanted Elaine to help her. Elaine had her price, and if Susan could get her what she wanted she would help but not without it.

Susan was ahead, but not by much. This worried Elaine until she realized that Susan was just stringing Kristy along. Kristy was close, but Susan was passing up some plays that were pretty obvious to someone who had played the game much. Kristy was missing them, too, which told her that Kristy was just not that good, because Kristy just did not have enough subtlety to play like that.

Susan won when she hit five hundred with Kristy at 470.

"I'll be taking your little prize now," Susan gloated. "Unless you want to play double or nothing? Two nights of Elaine for me if I win? We're back to even if you win."

Kristy glowered for a minute. Elaine could tell that she thought she could have won. She was going to take the bait.

"Fine. I get first deal."

"Winner keeps the deal," Susan said as if reciting the word of God.




Owning Elaine Pt. 02



"Shut up and deal," Kristy snapped.

It was brutal. Susan went out quickly in the first three hands, catching Kristy holding lots of face cards. So Kristy got nervous, began discarding them which Susan then picked up and played for big points. Then Kristy panicked and starting trying to score big which worked out about as well as anything else had. Elaine tried not too much to enjoy the satisfaction of watching Kristy got stomped. She was sure Kristy would take it out on her later, but it was worth it.

The final score was 585 to minus 130.

Without another word, Kristy got up and left for her room, leaving Elaine for Susan.

"Melissa," Susan said. "You will stay with Billie tonight. Be a good girl."

"Yes, Miss Susan," Melissa said and smiled shyly at Billie.

"Thanks, Susan," Billie said.

"You can pay me back with a favor someday," Susan said.

Billie motioned for Melissa to come over and rubbed her hands down Melissa's curvy backside.

"Sure thing," Billie said and took Melissa by the hand. "Let's go." She said and gave Melissa a pull towards her room.

Susan motioned for Elaine to come and kneel in front of her. Elaine did so. She was reminded so much of a younger, prettier version of Anna. Susan had that same statuesque blond build, the stern expressions and cold eyes. Her size and strength intimidated Elaine. But she needed Susan and Susan needed her.

"You are mine for the next two days, slave," Susan said and touched Elaine's chin. Her voice was deep and husky, but without Anna's German accent. "Go down to my room and wait for me there. I want you kneeling by the door."

"Yes, Miss," Elaine said and went downstairs.

Elaine left the door open and knelt by it. She thought about the difference between having sex with women and with men. In either case, she preferred to be told what to do and made to do it. But men and women were different and they needed to be pleased differently. Cocks were instruments of destruction, vaginas begged to be explored. A cock penetrated, a vagina enveloped. No matter what, a cock could hurt (and Elaine was disappointed when it did not). It was unpleasant to have one in her mouth and the only reason she liked it in her ass was because of how subjugated it made her feel. A pussy was something else. It didn't hurt or choke her so she could fully explore and savor it. She enjoyed the flavor and the texture beneath her lips and tongue. She loved the reaction, how much pleasure she could bring and the power that gave her; she could bring orgasms, the greatest thing in the universe, to whatever woman she was with. Being forced to do so made it even more exciting.

The female equipment made sense to Elaine. Pun intended, but how hard could cocks be? Provide moisture and friction to the sides and things took care of themselves. Anus, mouth, vagina, hand (or on more endowed women), breasts; flesh and friction and a cock would cum every time. The female equipment needed more understanding, more technique and finesse. Elaine really had not realized until she was with Amanda and Amanda had shown her, taught her, how it all worked together. Once she realized that, it was easy, it made sense and she loved doing it.

Susan was taking her time, Elaine thought, getting wetter by the minute from the anticipation. The fact that she could hear Billie and Lisa next door just made it worse.

Susan scared and thrilled Elaine. She was a tall, blonde Valkyrie goddess. Her resemblance to Elaine's former keeper and tormentor Anna did not help. While Kristy was boastful and always talking, Susan tended to be quiet and said more with a quick, usually annoyed, flick of her eyes than Kristy could with ten minutes of speaking. Elaine had a crush on Susan, there was no doubt about that, but a crush born of at least a little fear and intimidation.

Susan strode into the room and looked confidently down on the woman who would be hers for the next two days. Elaine looked at the ground, aware she was being inspected.

"You certainly have made this place a little more interesting, Elaine," Susan said and touched Elaine on the cheek.

"Yes, Miss," Elaine answered, not sure if she should apologize or be proud.

"That's a good thing," Susan said and stood in front of Elaine. "Kristy has made things, unpleasant. She seems to be overly proud of you. Therefore, you seem to be the best way to get to her."

"Yes, Miss," Elaine answered again, aware of Susan's presence and the scent of her arousal.

"We will discuss this more later," Susan said. She reached down and lifted Elaine's chin and looked at the prize's beautiful blue eyes. She brushed Elaine's hair back then grabbed a handful and guided Elaine's face to her slit.

Elaine took a deep breath to prepare herself and to get a feel for Susan's flavor and then dove in. Everyone knew what she was doing in here, everyone knew that Elaine was the fuck toy of everyone. She did not care, this was what her life had become and she might as well embrace it. It was not going to get any better until she made it better. Her key to making things better right now was Susan and she was going to make Susan happy.

Elaine started slowly, kissing and nibbling Susan's folds and depths, exploring her. Elaine's hands were not bound, so she caressed Susan's legs and butt while Elaine ate the tall blonde's pussy. Susan's moans and deep breathing told Elaine she was doing something right. When she felt Susan was ready, Elaine really went to work. She grabbed hold of Susan's ass with both hands and pulled herself into the wet flesh.

Susan came hard, Elaine felt her whole body tense up as waves of pleasure wracked the tall blonde slave. Susan dropped onto the bed on her back, her legs spread. Elaine climbed between her thighs and continued pleasing the woman who had won her for the night. Elaine was not sure how long she was down between those long thighs, but by the time Susan pulled her up, Elaine's jaw ached and her tongue was tired, pussy juices wet her face and Elaine was ready for a break.

Susan pulled Elaine on top of her and kissed the prize. Elaine lay on top of Susan, her small body on top of Susan's length and strength. Elaine would not mind being with Susan, certainly she was much better than Kristy, but Elaine did not want to hurt Melissa by leaving her with Kristy.

Elaine tried to rest and regain her breath. Susan began caressing Elaine's body. Long strokes from her back to her knees, touching and exploring. When her hands began to explore Elaine's butt, the prize opened her legs a little more, hoping Susan would touch her there. Susan took the bait and slid a finger into Elaine's slit. Her left hand was on Elaine's ass and two fingers soon penetrated Elaine's anus with the other hand worked her slit.

Elaine tried briefly to get away, but Susan kissed her again and told her "Stay still."

Elaine relaxed and let Susan go to work. The fingers in her ass slowly moved in and out while her other hand expertly worked Elaine's pleasure bud. The little prize loved being filled front and back, it reminded her of how she loved to be DP'd. Elaine grabbed handfuls of sheets and buried her face in Susan's shoulder as the tall blonde brought her closer and closer to climax.

Elaine came with shudder and rode it as long as she could, before Susan stilled and Elaine came down. Susan gave Elaine a gentle push and Elaine rolled off of Susan to lie on the bed beside her.

When they both were calm and a little rested, Susan began to talk, explain the reason why Elaine was here.

"I have a proposition for you, Elaine," Susan said. "I want you to sabotage Kristy before the next games. You do that and I'll make sure Kristy doesn't get you the next time around."

"That's it?" Elaine said with a hint of scorn. "You want me to permanently piss off Kristy even more than she already is for something that could change with the next games. I want something else," Elaine said, "A more permanent solution to my Kristy problem. I want a tryout to compete. You've got Barry's ear, get me a tryout."

"If I agree to this, I'll take Melissa again. You could wind up back with Kristy."

"I can deal with Kristy."

"And there's no guarantee he'll go for it."

"Get him to go for it."

"My, aren't we uppity for a prize? I should spank you right now for your attitude."

"Go ahead," Elaine said and rolled over, offering her butt to Susan. "You can spank me or do whatever you want to me for the next two days. But I'm not helping you unless I get what I want."

"I'll try..."

"No. Not good enough. You'll make it happen."

Susan leaned back against the wall and sat for a minute. She might not go for it, or she might not go for it yet, but Elaine didn't care. She wasn't a pushover who would give in without getting what she wanted. There was no way Susan could make her do this and Susan knew it. It was obvious to Elaine that the blonde had spent a lot of time planning this and preparing for this and was not going to let it go easily.

"Fine," She said with a deep exhalation. "First you do what I want, then I'll get you your tryout."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I'll give you something, slip it in her water before the next meet. It will throw her off enough to lose. You do that and I'll get you your tryout."

"Okay," Elaine said and relaxed into the bed.

"Okay, Miss", Susan corrected her and spanked Elaine.

"Sorry, Miss." Elaine said. They were back to competitor and prize again. "Okay, Miss."

"Now, we will deal with your attitude problem," Susan grinned and began spanking Elaine's perfect little bottom.

Elaine enjoyed the rest of her two days with Susan. Always at the back of her mind was the knowledge that she would have to return to Kristy but she did not let that get in the way of enjoying the moment. She also realized how much more pleasant life was without Kristy and that bit of hope, that she could get away from Kristy, gave her extra strength to endure.

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The next few days were extremely rough. Kristy knew that Elaine and Susan were planning something, but she could not make Elaine tell her what. Kristy tried every submission hold she knew from her competitions on Elaine, but Elaine was not about to yield. The small prize knew that while Kristy was stronger, she was tougher. Hunter had used a hold on her that hurt much more than anything Kristy could do. Every time Elaine felt close to telling what she and Susan had planned, she thought of how much she hated Kristy and how if she could endure this she could be free of her. In the end, even Kristy was smart enough to realize the futility of trying to use pain to make a submissive talk. She tried to trick her prize into revealing something, but Elaine was much smarter and knew that the best thing to say was usually nothing.

Even as she dealt with the increased pain and humiliations, Elaine enjoyed the worry and discomfort of Kristy. Elaine had a few revenge fantasies of Kristy getting gangbanged by Sam, Freddie Eel, Syd and Hunter; and those made her feel better. But mostly she endured and waited.

The night before the competitors were to leave for the next competition. Susan had Melissa give Elaine the drug. It was a little folded piece of wax paper filled with a powder.

"Tasteless, odorless, colorless," Melissa assured her.

"Is it iocane?" Elaine asked. Melissa missed the joke and just looked concerned.

Kristy had a glass of water she kept by the bed. After she used Elaine, she would always gulp it down. Apparently, Kirsty's loud yelling during climax made her thirsty. Elaine slipped the powder into the glass while Kristy was in the bathroom. Elaine breathed a sigh of relief as it dissolved rapidly and completely into the water.

Elaine thought that she did her best cunnilingus ever that night. She pulled out all the stops and made Kristy climax over and over. Elaine wanted Kristy to chug the water (which she did early on) and she hoped that this would be her last night with the sadistic domme. Elaine would miss Kristy's amazing body, but that body was not worth enough to put up with the bitch inside it.

The next morning, Kristy seemed very pleased with herself. In her mind, she had defeated any attempt to sabotage her and Elaine's performance the night before convinced her that Elaine had seen the light. Her big fear was that Elaine would come to enjoy what Kristy did to her and stop hating her. Kristy's great pleasure in life was Elaine and Elaine's suffering and she did not want to lose that.

Susan and Melissa avoided eye contact with Elaine. They all pretended like nothing happened.

This was a big meet, so there was quite a buzz when Fred and Winston left with the competitors. Given that Steve and Gary tended to make the most frequent use of Elaine, she was a little worried about being left with them.

"Rest up, slaves," Gary told the prizes. "You're not going to get much tonight." He and Steve laughed and walked off, leaving the slaves to wonder.

Elaine wanted to try something. She and Melissa got along well and she valued the other prize's friendship. She disliked the tension with Mary and thought it might be time to make peace.

"Mary," Elaine approached the pretty brunette, who was staring out the window of the lounge. "Can we try to get along?"

"Fuck you," Mary snapped and went back to looking out the window.

Elaine felt the hair on the back of neck go up and resisted the urge to grab Mary by her hair and ram her face into the window.

"Fine," Elaine said. "Be that way. But remember, you started this."

Elaine went back to Kristy's room and took a nap. She knew that any time she was told to get rest to do so. Steve and Gary had something in mind for them and it was probably going to be rough.

She was awoken later by Melissa.

"Come on, Elaine," Melissa said and gave Elaine another shake to wake her up. "They want us upstairs."

Elaine sat up and began getting out of bed, but was barely awake. She had been deep into a delicious nap and now she was being rushed up stairs. At least she didn't have to get dressed, she thought as she followed Melissa's hypnotically bouncing ass. She was bemused by it all as they rushed into the lounge where Mary was already waiting for them.

A moment later Steve and Gary came in carrying a couple of bags.

"We need to get you slaves presentable for the evening," Steve told the girls.

Gary began pulling cuffs out of the first bag and the slaves had their hands cuffed in front of them and cuffs with a long chain on their ankles. So far so good, Elaine thought and woke up a little more. She came fully awake when Steve pushed the butt plug into her ass. This was not going to end well, Elaine thought.

She looked over and saw that Mary already had hers in and Steve was pushing one into Melissa. My, weren't they confident of what the two of them could accomplish. Or they were expecting company.

"We are expecting company tonight," Gary informed the slaves, "some friends in from out of town on business. And you are part of the hospitality."

Cuffed, collared, chained and plugged; the girls were led through a tunnel into The Big House. It was the first time Elaine had been in here and she looked around. It had a somewhat sterile institutional hospitality look to it. She wondered when the last time was that someone took one of the leather bound books off the shelf to read it. There was a marble bust by the door of some popcorn magnate who had founded the school back in the day when this was a school and not a slave compound and apparently they had left it just for the looks.

They were quickly led into the living room. A big card table was set up in the middle of the room with five chairs around. Elaine glimpsed another table covered with condoms and lube. Gary had them kneel on pillows by the big fireplace on the side of the room. The heat from the fire quickly warmed Elaine.

"Do as you are told," Gary informed them. "When you are told to go get drinks or food, do so. When you are told to suck cock or take it in the ass, do so. Understand, slaves?"

"Yes, sir," they all said in unison.

"Good, our guests are having a drink," Gary said. "In a minute they will come in, inspect you then we'll get down to some cards." He looked them over. "You're all going to be sore tomorrow."

The door opened and Steve motioned three men in. Elaine tried to get a good look at each since they were all going to be inside her at some point. The first one was an African-American man about 5'8" with powerful looking arms covered in tattoos. He was another man who had the look of muscle for hire. She heard him called Jesse.

The second man was obviously muscle, too. Elaine wondered if they were guards somewhere else or part of the endless stream of violent men who found their way into her world. He was some sort of Middle Eastern looking with tight curly hair and a dark complexion. Elaine was willing to bet that by the end of the night she could tell of he was Arab or Israeli. But once she heard them call him Tim she realized she was probably letting her imagination get the better of her.

The third man, was Syd. Elaine's heart froze and her blood began to boil. Here was Syd, the man who had decided that his wanting to get off was more important than her dealing with Sam's death. The man who had twice taken her away and given her to someone else. He was an errand boy who couldn't keep his (huge) cock out of her. She had no idea what he was doing here, but she had come to realize that the slave world was not that big and either he was here on business or just knew Steve or Gary.

"Stand, slaves!" Steve barked from the door and the three slaves rose and answered the obligatory "yes sir".

Steve and Gary stood back while the three other men began inspecting the slaves. The girls were made to turn around, they were pinched, prodded and fingered. At one point Syd reached down to whisper in Elaine's ear.

"I'm not gonna fuck you tonight, Elaine," Syd informed her. "I can get you anytime. I want to give these two lovely pieces of ass the Syd Experience. I'll leave you for the other guys." He gave her ass a squeeze then moved back to inspect Melissa again.

Elaine looked over at Melissa and Mary. They were in for a rough time with Syd. Certainly none of the guards measured up in size or savagery to what they were in for tonight. Melissa might be okay once she got used to it, but Elaine really wanted to watch Syd take Mary. 

Seeing the looks of nervousness and fear on the faces of Melissa and Mary, Elaine realized that they had never been gangbanged like this. This was going to be interesting.

Jesse was behind Elaine. He slipped two fingers into her mouth while his other hand groped her crotch, sliding two in below. He worked the two hands in unison, pushing deep enough into her mouth to make her gag while exploring her pussy. Elaine was unprepared for this this soon and basically froze.

"Jesse!" Steve shouted. "You win, you do whatever you want to her. But sit your ass down and play some cards first."

Jesse let go of Elaine and gave her a quick kiss. "Be seeing you," he said as he sat down at the card table. "Hey, who wants to take Blue Eyes over there from the top when I get her from below?"

"I could use a good face fucking," Tim said. "You wanna now?"

"Sit the fuck down, deal the fucking cards and fucking play!" Steve shouted.

"Fine, fine, fine," Gary said and began to shuffle.

They dealt and began playing. She wanted to reassure her fellow slaves that this was going to be okay, but all she could do was smile and gave a quick, discrete comforting touch to each of them. Even Mary seemed to appreciate that.

"You know him?" Elaine heard Melissa whisper. She realized that her friend was speaking, softly, without moving her mouth. Elaine did not think she had that ability, so she made a very slight nod. Elaine had told Melissa her history, including Syd stealing her from Hunter's.




Owning Elaine Pt. 02



"Houseboat?"

Elaine nodded again.

Melissa swallowed hard. They both turned back to the game.

Elaine could hear what they were saying, but the words made no sense. She understood blackjack, gin and rummy and what she thought was a decent number of games, but was totally lost in this one. She could recognize "raise" and "fold" and heard Syd doing a lot of the first and the others doing a lot of the second. Finally it was Syd and Jesse and Jesse folded when Syd raised big.

"I'll take the one with the long hair and the round ass," Syd said smugly and pointed at Melissa.

Elaine flashed her friend an encouraging smile before Steve pulled Melissa to her feet and over to where Syd was sitting. The arrogant young man looked Melissa up and down before running his hands down her sides.

Steve started to shuffle the cards but was stopped by Gary.

"I want to watch this," he said.

The rest of the men agreed and all eyes were on Syd and Melissa. Elaine knew what she was going to experience, but she also knew it was part of being a slave. There was laughter when Syd opened his pants and Melissa saw what she was getting. Elaine saw her eyes grow wide in fear, but had confidence in her friend.

Steve snapped his fingers. "Bring us another round, slaves," he ordered.

"Yes, sir," Mary and Elaine said in unison and went to refill their drinks.

Syd took off his pants and handed them to Melissa.

"Fold them," he ordered her.

"Yes, sir," Melissa did as ordered and offered them back to him.

Syd dropped them on the floor then sat back down on the chair. He motioned for Melissa to sit down. She briefly hesitated, which earned her a quick but hard spank. Elaine wished she warned Melissa that he likes to hurt women.

Melissa obeyed and straddled Syd. He guided his huge shaft to her slit and began pulling her down onto him. Melissa whimpered as his huge cock penetrated deeper and deeper into her. Finally, she was down on his lap, his cock buried completely inside her pussy.

"You've got a nice snatch, slave," Syd complimented her and began playing with her full breasts.

"Thank you, sir," Melissa managed to say through gritted teeth.

"Come on, get to work," Syd said and slapped Melissa's thighs. The curvy prize began to slide up and down on his shaft, her muscles tight and shaking and she dealt with the invasion of her body. It was obvious that Syd was not impressed by her efforts.

"Get off," Syd barked.

"Yes, sir," Melissa said and climbed off Syd. He turned the chair around and had her bend over it. Her light brown eyes were looking, pleadingly, at Elaine. But there was nothing Elaine could do to help her, Melissa was on her own.

"That was unimpressive work," Syd said and took one of the whips, a short one, off the table. "I expect better from a slave. I think some correction is in order."

"Yes, sir," Melissa said. "I'm sorry, sir."

Melissa gave a sudden yell as Syd brought the whip across Melissa's ass. Melissa had always been the well behaved slave, Elaine didn't think she had ever seen her get punished by the guards. By the time Syd landed number ten across her tender flesh, she was crying. The men had no sympathy and laughed at her pain, Elaine knew how it felt and gave a little sympathy. A quick glance at Mary saw her pale, realizing she was in for the same.

"Now, let's see how you take it now," Syd taunted and stepped in behind her. Melissa lurched again as Syd penetrated her pussy from behind. "A little wetter now, maybe you need to get whipped more often, slave."

Syd took a few thrusts to find her depths and get set, but it wasn't long before he was pounding away at Melissa. Her cuffed fists clenched and pain wracked her face as Syd brutally took her. The sound of her cries and the wet slapping of flesh on flesh were the only sounds in the quiet room.

Elaine found herself getting incredibly aroused watching her friend get fucked. Melissa seemed incredibly sexy and beautiful as she was used for Syd's sadistic lust. Elaine almost cheered when Melissa let go and climaxed. That was how you do it, Elaine thought, get what you need from what they are doing to you. Elaine thought Melissa was even more beautiful as she orgasmed, her entire body and soul letting go and accepting what was done to her.

Syd slowed and stopped.

"What're house rules about cumming?" Syd asked.

"You or her?" Steve asked in answer.

"Both."

"Her: anytime she can is okay. You: we've got a long night ahead of us, so use a condom or make her swallow, but don't leave a mess."

"Got it," Syd said. 

Syd pulled out of Melissa. "Ready to try something different?" he taunted her and began pulling out the plug. 

Melissa shot a look of sheer terror to Elaine, but the small submissive was able to mouth "you can do it" to her friend and saw a flash of calming cross Melissa's pretty face. Elaine was excited to see how Melissa would deal with this. Elaine wondered if she looked as good as Melissa did while getting fucked.

Syd had the plug out and gave his cock a good lubing, more out of courtesy to his hosts than any desire to make things easier on Melissa. He began forcing his way into Melissa's ass, the buttplug had helped but she was still very tight and it was actually a chore to get all the way into her. Well, he'd loosen her up shortly.

Melissa gasped and shuddered as he filled and stretched her. She had never had a cock this big in her ass before and it hurt. She wanted to get up and run away, but there was a room full of men who were not about to let her go. She remembered she was a slave and tried to relax and open for him, but that did not make it any easier when he began pounding. Melissa thrashed and cried out as he savaged her ass, each thrust painful and humiliating. Through her haze of pain she could see and hear the other men cheering Syd on, she could see the fear on Mary's face, but Elaine intrigued her. There was almost primal lust in her friend's eyes, a look that said she loved what was being done to Melissa. Melissa knew Elaine had experienced this and more and if she could embrace it, than Melissa could, too. Or at least once it stopped feeling like she was being split open. She was a slave, she chanted to herself.

It was a relief when Syd pulled out of her ass. The relief was short lived as he shoved his cock into her mouth, stroked it once or twice and filled her mouth with lube, cum and probably a little blood from her ass.

"I'm done," Syd said and patted her on the face. "Get a towel and clean me up, slave."

Melissa stood up, a little too fast and almost falling over before Syd caught her. "Careful, darlin'," Syd said and helped her regain her balance.

Melissa cleaned him then picked up his pants off the floor and handed them to him. He pulled his pants back on then gave Melissa a shove back to where the prizes were waiting. She was trembling and her pale complexion flushed, and gratefully sat back down. Elaine gave her friend's hand a little squeeze, but Melissa was in her own world. Something profound had just happened to her and she was trying to figure it all out.

The men turned their chairs around and resumed playing. When Jesse won the next hand, Elaine knew she was up.

"Come here, Blue Eyes," Jesse said and pointed to Elaine. Well, if Melissa was Round Butt and she was Blue Eyes, what were they going to call Mary?

Elaine rose and walked with as much confidence as she could to the man who was going to violate her.

Jesse began rubbing her body, playing with her breasts, stroking her thighs and ass.

"Cripes, Jesse," Syd snapped. "Just fuck her, you're not marrying her."

"Fuck you," Jesse said and continued his exploration of Elaine's flesh. "My turn. And this is a nice piece of meat here."

Jesse gave a tug on her leash and Elaine dropped to her knees. Jesse spread his legs and smiled. Elaine reached up with her bound hands and opened his pants. She reached in and pulled his hard, dark shaft. Elaine was relieved that he wasn't too huge, Syd had him by at least an inch, because she imagined Jesse was going to have her a lot tonight.

Elaine began kissing and licking his shaft. Once she put his cock into her mouth he moaned happily, then forced her head all the way down on his cock. Elaine gagged and choked as he held her down, her throat full of him. She closed her eyes, tried not to panic and when he let her move she eagerly lifted off enough to get a few quick breaths before he pushed her down again.

After a few uncomfortable minutes of that, Jesse lifted her off of his cock. Elaine knew this was a respite and not the end. Jessie picked her up and deposited her on her hands and knees on a coffee table. She took in a deep breath as Jesse moved in behind her. She heard the tearing of a condom wrapper and prepared herself.

"Tim," Jesse said as he rubbed Elaine's ass, "take her mouth."

Tim stood from the table and walked over to Elaine. He opened his pants (circumcised, Elaine noted) and pushed his cock into her mouth. Tim did not go deep, just keeping the tip in her mouth and slowly pushing in and out.

"Come on dude, stick it in there," Jesse admonished Tim. "Make her choke on it. Don't be timid, give it to her."

"Fine," Tim said and without warning her grabbed her hair and rammed all the way into her throat. While she was surprised and choking, Jesse forced his way into her wet pussy.

Elaine lost herself in the moment as she was pounded top and bottom. Jesse kept a firm grip on her hips as he claimed her pussy while Tim painfully pulled her hair as he used her face. Jesse liked whatever was happening to Elaine when she was being choked and if he didn't think she was reacting enough, he'd reach up and grab her collar to choke her a little more.

She was almost ready to pass out when the orgasm hit her. Her body jerked wildly, her throat spasmed on Tim's cock, sending him into cumming and firing round of semen into her mouth and throat. Jesse moaned and fucked her harder, only stopping when he came, too.

The room was silent for a moment as both men stilled. Tim's cock slid out of her first and a string of spit and cum hung from her mouth. Jesse rubbed her sides one more time, then pulled out, too, and left her kneeling on the table while he went back to the game.

Elaine started to move back to where Mary and Melissa were, but Steve barked a command.

"Stay put, Elaine," he said. "We're playing for you this hand."

Elaine used the time of the hand to rest and gather herself. She sneaked a quick look to the girls. Mary was still afraid, but an eagerness was there, too. Melissa, was lost in her world, but had given completely over to lust. Her eyes focused on Elaine, but her mind was elsewhere. Elaine wondered how she was dealing with what Syd had done to her, it had been her first time getting fucked like that. Well, judging from the way Syd kept staring at Melissa, it wouldn't be the last. She'd better learn to deal with it, Elaine thought.

Her reverie about Melissa was broken with Jesse standing from the table with his arms raised.

"Two in a row," he shouted and walked back over to Elaine.

"Okay, new rule," Steve chimed in. "If you fuck the same girl in consecutive hands, you have to fuck different holes."

Jesse was rubbing Elaine's ass and fingering her slit. "Since when is that a rule?"

"Now. That's what 'new' means. Same rules apply to everyone."

"Unless you suddenly decide on another 'new rule' and change back."

"Hey, you bring the girls, you can make the rules. We brought 'em, we make the rules. Now shut up and tap that ass. I guarantee you won't regret it."

"Smart ass white boys who think they know everything," Jesse muttered under his breath as he began working the plug out of Elaine's ass.

The plug slid out. Elaine felt empty, but she heard Jesse unwrapping a condom and lubing his cock, so she knew she wouldn't be empty for long. She felt the head of his cock push insistently at her stretched back door. Elaine offered no resistance and it did not take long for Jesse to be buried in her ass.

Elaine bit her lip. Her ass burned and stretched. Jesse may not have been as big as Syd, but he was the biggest cock she'd had in her ass in months and he hurt. Jesse took his time getting started. He used long, slow deep strokes while his hands roamed over Elaine's captive body.

"You guys are actually right, this is pretty nice," Jesse said as he fucked Elaine's ass. "You guys get to do these slaves every day? On the clock?"

"Yeah," Gary answered. "Sweet gig, isn't it?"

"You guys hiring?"

"Not at the moment."

"I guess I better enjoy it while I can, then." Jesse said and began picking up the pace.

Steve walked over to Elaine's front. She thought for sure he was going to start fucking her face, but instead he pushed her head down on the ground. Jesse gave an irritated grunt as his angle changed.

"Just watch this," Steve said. "She loves to play with herself while she gets her ass pounded."

Steve reached under Elaine and guided her hands back to her crotch. Elaine knew what was expected of her and she began touching herself. One of her bound hands worked her clit while the other fingered her slit. Jesse was going hard now and it did not long for her to cum. She heard Jesse gasp in surprise as her body spasmed and her ass clenched on his invading shaft.

"Damn," Jesse exclaimed, "keep that shit up, slave."

Elaine vigorously attacked her pussy and clit while Jesse attacked her ass. She crested from one pain enhanced climax to another until Jesse, yelling and hammering into her, came. Even as he slowed and stilled inside her battered ass, she finished off one more delicious orgasm.

"Thank you, sir," Elaine gasped.

"You fuck her like that all the time?" Jesse asked Steve and Gary. He squirted some more lube on the plug and stuck back inside Elaine's abused asshole.

"Nah, a lot of times I don't let her play with herself. Really, just to be a dick. It's fun to watch her suffer, too." Gary answered then turned Melissa and Mary. "Go help Elaine back over."

Elaine still had her face on the table when Melissa and Mary helped her first to a sitting position then to her feet. Both of them had a look in their eyes that they had enjoyed watching what had just happened to Elaine. There was a hint of awe, too. Elaine was soon kneeling by Melissa again. Mary was about to kneel, too, when Steve gave her a new command.

"Mary, kneel on the table," Steve told her.

Mary obeyed.

"New game," Steve announced and began shuffling the cards. "Blackjack for Blowjobs. 5$ minimum, $50 max. $100 to the house buys you a blowjob from our resident cocksucking champion, Mary."

The men started playing cards again and Elaine took a deep breath. She glanced over at Melissa who returned the glance with a smile. They were in this tonight together, even if Mary did not want to be nice.

The game went fairly quickly, chips were pushed back and forth across the table and the slaves rested. Pretty soon Jesse tossed a few chips to Steve and walked over to Mary. She looked up with him with a faint smile and started sucking his cock. As soon as Jesse was done Tim took his place and Gary after him.

Elaine watched Mary and tried to pick up a few things. Elaine was aware that performing oral sex on men was an area she lacked skill. Part of it was that she would rather the men just fuck her pussy or ass, some of it was that by sucking cock she was more in control and she preferred the man be in control and part of it was that she just did not like doing it that much. Watching Mary, Elaine realized that the thing Mary had in abundance was enthusiasm. Mary seemed to love sucking cock, she had a genuine passion for pleasing men with her mouth and savored every second a penis was in her mouth.

Elaine wished she had that sort of enthusiasm for giving men head, she certainly had it for women. But she also recognized that one of the appeals she had for men was that they got to force her to do what she really wanted to do anyway.

Syd sat with a big stack of chips in front of him, but chose not to indulge in Mary. When it finally got down to Syd and Steve playing, and Syd winning most hands, Steve saw it was time for a change.

"That was great," Steve said in his self-appointed role as master of ceremonies. "Now, let's just have a break from the games and have a free fuck. Grab a girl, find an open hole and go to work."

Syd lunged for Mary. The little brunette barely had time to understand what was going on before Syd had her over his shoulder and was headed off to a less crowded corner of the room to ravish his prey. Gary was taking Melissa off to another corner which, Elaine quickly realized, left three for her. She looked up at Jesse, Tim, and Steve; who were all stroking their cocks and looking expectantly at her. Steve brought her here, she might as well start with him.

Elaine crawled on all fours to Steve and began licking his shaft. She also realized that her pussy and ass were turned towards Jesse and Tim and she expected one of them to quickly take advantage. She began taking Steve into her mouth when Jesse offered her to Tim.

"Go on and take a dip in there," Jesse said and gave Elaine's ass a light slap.

Tim did not need to be encouraged or asked again and knelt down behind Elaine's perfect ass. He fingered her wet slit then slid his hard shaft inside her. Elaine moaned as she was filled top and bottom. Tim was giving her a good, hard fucking while Steve took his time. Elaine was about to cum when Tim pulled out of her. She was a little disappointed, but then Jesse took his place and forced his way into her.

Elaine looked over for a second and saw Mary on her back with Syd between her legs. She was struggling a bit and Syd had to slap her once or twice to get her compliant. Elaine wondered how the mean little slave was doing, but all thoughts of Mary were driven from Elaine's mind as a wave of climax washed over her.

Then Jesse was out of her and Steve switched from mouth to pussy. Elaine was vaguely aware that Jesse and Tim were planning something, but she was too busy being fucked by Steve to give it much thought. She came again before Steve pulled out of her, leaving her empty for the moment.

Elaine was in a daze, but she looked around the room. Gary was pounding away at Melissa's ass and in another corner Elaine could hear mewling sounds as Syd pillaged the small brunette. Then she looked and saw Jesse lubing his cock and Tim sitting down beside her in a chair. Jesse and Steve lifted Elaine and put her in Tim's lap.

Tim fumbled for a moment, but then slid his shaft into Elaine's slit. Elaine's heart was racing as she looked at the other two men beside her. Were they going to fuck her, too? She hoped for her DP and when Jesse stepped in behind her and began sliding out the plug from her ass, she knew she was going to get it.

The feeling of Jesse sliding into her ass while Tim was in her pussy was electric. She burned and stretched from behind and clenched in front. Steve grabbed her hair and rammed his cock in her mouth and she was as filled as she could be.

They all started fucking her and Elaine's world exploded. The overwhelming physical sensations, the stretched and abused orifices, the feeling of the three hard invading pieces of flesh; combined with knowing she was completely helpless and at the total mercy of these men; drove her to the most intense pain and orgasms. She was completely unaware of anything that was happening outside of her body.

Some positions were changed, Elaine was vaguely aware of that, and she swallowed first one load of cum then another. When she finally managed to regain some idea of where she was, she was lying on her stomach while Tim fucked her in the ass. It was only a couple of thrusts more before Tim came inside her and she was done.




Owning Elaine Pt. 02



When Tim pulled out of her and began to peel off the condom, Elaine started to crawl back to the cushions were the slaves waited. She knew she was not going to be able to walk over there and she wanted to get away before anyone else decided to do something to her. She flopped down on the pillows and waited for whatever else was going to come next.

Elaine was surprised to feel a gentle hand on her head. She looked up and saw Melissa give her a comforting smile. Elaine reached up and squeezed Melissa's hand then went back to aggressively resting.

The men seemed content to play cards for a while and leave the girls alone. From the sounds of the game, Syd seemed to be doing most of the winning. At least he was doing most of the talking. Even from her place off to the side, Elaine could tell everyone was getting a little sick of him.

"Melissa," Steve said, "come kneel here."

"Yes, sir," Melissa did as she was told.

"This next hand is for Melissa," Steve said, "for the rest of the night. You win, you get to take her to your room, where you will stay, and do whatever you want until the morning. One thousand buy in for this hand."

There was a chorus of "I'm in's" and sounds of chips being thrown into the pot.

It was a remarkably short hand. Syd raised big often and everyone else folded quickly.

"I'll be taking the butt now, please," he snapped his fingers and pointed at Melissa. Nervously, obviously still wary from her first time with Syd, she approached. He gave her ass a slap and pushed her towards the door way. "You guys can have these," he pointed at his big stack of chips.

Melissa felt the sting on her buttcheek and hurried towards the door Syd indicated. She took a deep breath. She knew what was going to happen behind this door and knew it was going to hurt. But her first time with Syd had been mindblowing, too. The savagery of his assault, the size of him stretching and filling in her in ways she had never experienced before overwhelmed her. She was dreading yet eagerly anticipating what he had in store for her.

The rest of the night for Elaine was a blur. Once Syd took Melissa away, it became less card playing and much more fucking with a few hands played now and then. She and Mary were well used and sore in all three holes by the time they were finally sent back to their rooms just before dawn.

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Syd had awoken something in Melissa, something she had been seeking before she became a slave, and that was the deep, rough fucking by a huge cock. Syd stretched and filled her in ways she had never known, he demanded more from her body than had ever been demanded, just for his pleasure. She began to understand more of why Elaine put up with so much, because when it was good, it was really good. Right now, as she stepped one step ahead of Syd heading into the room where he would violate her all night, all she could think of was how much more she wanted.

Syd shut and locked the door. Melissa stood, naked and bound, ready for him. Syd stripped, tossing his clothes in a pile on the floor. Melissa stared again at his huge cock and wondered how she was going to take this, even while knowing she already had and could. He stepped over to her and turned her around so she was facing away from him. He pulled her against him, his chest on her back, his shaft against her ass.

"All I want to do for the rest of the night is fuck you," Syd said softly in her ear. "I don't want to talk to you, I don't even want to hurt you any more than I have to; I just want to fuck you over and over."

"Yes, sir," Melissa moaned and began sliding the soft skin of her ass against hard shaft. "Whatever you want, sir." She bent over the bed and spread her legs, offering herself to him. "Please fuck your slave, sir."

"Oh, you are going to be fun," Syd said and pushed his way into her pussy.

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There was a different vibe when everyone gathered in the lounge for the standings and prize draft. The feeling of Kristy's displeasure was palpable even before the competitors made it into the room. Elaine could see from Susan's smile that things had gone well. Billie gave Elaine an appraising, possessive look that made the prize's spine tingle.

Laura seemed pleased, too, but it was never easy to tell with her. Apparently everyone was glad to see Kristy get her comeuppance. Everyone except for Kristy, that was. The stormy look on her face momentarily made Elaine nervous, until she remembered that she would be out from under her in just a few minutes. Kristy stared out the window, refusing to make eye contact with anyone.

Winston seemed to have figured out how to get the laptop and flatscreen hooked up this time and he quickly got down to the business at hand.

"Let me get to the point," Winston said. "We could have done better. We finished third out of eight, but had we gotten any sort of production from Kristy or Michelle, we could have taken first. The Boss is rather annoyed at the moment and is looking at options."

"Consider Michelle a bonus," Melissa whispered.

"That being said, Billie, Laura and Susan all were outstanding. Thank you, slaves."

"You're welcome, sir," the three said in unison.

"Here are the new standings," Winston said and flipped to the next slide.

It took all of Elaine's self-control not to yell out in joy. Susan was first, Billie second and Laura third. She was not going to be with Kristy. Kristy had dropped all the way to fourth with Michelle bringing up the rear in fifth.

"Susan," Winston asked. "You pick first."

"Melissa, sir," Susan said and Melissa crossed the room with a smile of her round face. Elaine did think she had pretty nice butt, the round curves were growing on her.

"Billie?"

"I'll take Elaine, sir," Billie said and motioned for Elaine.

Elaine was unable to hide her smile as she walked across the room and knelt by the dark skinned beauty. Her heart was racing, she had escaped Kristy again and was with a woman who fascinated her.

The draft was finished by Laura picking Mary, which Elaine hardly noticed in her euphoria. When it was over, Billie took Elaine to her room, her new home for a while. Elaine was nervous as they sat together on the bed. She had been with Billie before, but this was a longer term arrangement.

"It's okay, sweetie," Billie assured her, "you're with me now." She reached down and began stroking Elaine's stomach before kissing the lovely prize. "I'm not going to treat you like Kristy did." She slipped a finger into Elaine's slit. "But," she continued and brought her finger from Elaine's wetness to the prizes mouth and made her lick her juices from it, "I am a demanding mistress and have high expectations for you. As long as you meet those expectations and keep me happy, you will be fine. Don't ever forget, sweetie, you are here to make me happy."

"Yes, Miss Billie," Elaine answered.

"I love having a pretty little white girl to do my bidding," Billie said. "Lick my pussy, slave." The dark skinned slave leaned back and spread her legs for Elaine.

Elaine did not say a word but dove in and began licking and kissing Billie's wet slit. The flavor of Billie, subtly different from Kristy, reminded Elaine that she was no longer subject to the sadistic brunette. She had to serve Billie now and Elaine was okay with that for a while. Elaine began rubbing her hands on Billie's body, exploring the woman who would be dominating her.

As Billie got closer to climax she began running her fingers through Elaine's hair, long strokes on each side. Elaine found it extremely pleasant, she enjoyed the contact, and responded with a happy purr. She also soon discovered that it made it easier for Billie to guide and control her, but Elaine still enjoyed it. Elaine reached up and began playing with Billie's breasts and found one spot and one move with her tongue that got a good response.

She was Billie's now, Elaine thought as the dark skinned woman came. Billie had taken her away from Kristy. Elaine was not free by any stretch of the imagination, she still had to please Billie, but she was away from Kristy and her petty cruelty. Elaine wanted to please Billie and make her happy, she wanted Billie to like her.

Billie came and happily rode the pleasure Elaine gave her. She slowed and pulled Elaine's face up to hers for a long, passionate kiss.

"You," Billie said and kissed Elaine. "Can," another kiss, "do amazing things," a long deep kiss, "with that mouth."

Billie kept kissing Elaine, one finger securely in the submissive prize's collar while the other hand snaked down across Elaine's back then between her legs.

"Spread those legs," Billie said and lightly smacked Elaine's upper thighs, "give me that pussy."

Elaine tried to say "yes, Miss," but Billie already had her tongue back in Elaine's mouth. Elaine did spread her legs. When Billie slid two fingers into her, Elaine jolted and would have tried to jump off if Billie had not been holding her.

"Shhh," Billie said and slowly slid her fingers in and out of Elaine's wet slit. "Calm down," Billie said calmly. "Now, move with me." Elaine began rocking her hips in rhythm with Billie finger fucking her. "That's it." Billie let go of Elaine's collar long enough to brush the hair away from her neck. "Don't stop moving," Billie ordered.

"Yes, Miss Billie," Elaine said through gritted teeth.

Elaine almost stopped when Billie began kissing Elaine's bared neck. Elaine loved having her neck kissed and Billie was doing it agonizingly slowly. When she bit down hard enough for Elaine to know it was going to leave a mark, Elaine came. She sighed and moaned and clenched down on Billie's intruding fingers.

Billie took Elaine through her climax then gently lifted her prize off of her.

"Go get my dick," Billie said and nodded towards the strap-on and harness that were stored prominently on the shelf in Billie's room. "I'm going to fuck you now, sweetie."

"Yes, Miss Billie," Elaine said and rose to get the hard piece of plastic that was going to be inside her soon. She knelt in front of Billie and offered the sex toy to her.

"Well, don't sit there looking stupid, put it on me," Billie said impatiently.

Elaine looked at with confusion. She had never worn one of these herself and any woman who fucked her with one had always gotten it ready herself. She had no idea what to do.

"I don't know how, Miss Billie," Elaine confessed.

"Fine," Billie said and patted Elaine's cheek. "I'll show you once. Don't make me show you a second time."

Elaine watched as Billie did the straps and realized it was not that complicated. She was confident she could do it again.

"Go get on your knees and elbows," Billie said to Elaine and pointed to the bed.

"Yes, Miss Billie," Elaine said.

She assumed the position she was told, her wet pussy facing Billie.

"I'm glad you're mine now," Billie said from behind Elaine. Elaine clenched her bound hands as Billie began to push inside of her pussy. "You are far too fine of a piece of ass to be wasted on Kristy. Someone better deserves you," Billie began to rock back and forth, giving Elaine a slow fucking.

Billie was almost gentle as she fucked Elaine. She took her time, never too rough or pounding too hard. But she never let Elaine forget who was in charge, who was fucking and who was getting fucked. Billie played Elaine masterfully, making her feel helpless and violated and safe at the same time. Elaine let go and accepted all that Billie was doing to her, she knew it was pointless to fight.



Owning Elaine Pt. 03



"Here," Billie handed Elaine a tub of Vaseline.

"What would you like me to do with this, Miss Billie?" Elaine asked the beautiful dark skinned woman.

Billie shot her a "what kind of idiot are you?" look.

"Stick it in your ass. I feel like giving you a good hard reaming tonight," Billie said and kissed her prize lightly on the lips. "I can dry fuck you if you want, sweetie, but I think you'll like it better if you took some time to get ready first."

The submissive blue eyed slave stared at the tub for a second then began to remove the lid. She knew this was going to happen at some point. She had been Billie's prize for a week now and Billie had contented herself with fucking Elaine's pussy and face with her prized strap-on. Elaine knew anal was coming at some point.

"Go in the bathroom, slave," Billie snapped. "Don't leave me a messy tub, either."

"Yes, Miss Billie," Elaine said quietly then went in the bathroom to be prepared to be anally violated.

Elaine stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. She just liked it better when someone else did it for her, it heightened the sense of anticipation and of being controlled. She started with one finger and a little glob. Once she had that worked in she added another finger. She suspected was in for a rough night, so she better do a good job.

When she was as ready as she was going to be, she made sure the container was clean and closed it up. She took a deep calming breath and walked out to have her ass pounded.

"You ready, sweetie?" Billie asked and took the tub.

"Yes, Miss Billie," Elaine said. Billie was a step up from Kristy, but Elaine was still owned to be used.

"Good," Billie hooked Elaine's collar with her finger and gave her a long kiss. "Let's make this simple. Anytime you come in and see this tub on the bed, get that lovely little asshole of yours ready for some action. You see these handcuffs on the bed," she held them up then tossed them on the bed, "like they are right now, put them on." She waited for a second then Elaine realized she wanted her to put them on. Elaine quickly picked up and cuffed her hands together in front of her. She hoped her possessor wanted her hands in front.

"Good," Billie said and touched Elaine's cheek, "you'll get this. Now, go get my cock and put it on me."

"Yes, Miss Billie," Elaine said and went to the prominent place on her shelf where Billie had her prized possession displayed. She took down the plastic cock and harness and knelt before Billie. It was a little harder to adjust all the straps with her hands cuffed, but she managed.

"I like you, Elaine," Billie said and rubbed the dildo against Elaine's cheek, "But don't ever forget that you are here for my sexual gratification. I'll be nice to you, but when I want you, I get you. I think you are very pretty and sweet, and that makes me just want to rape the shit out of you."

Billie caressed Elaine's lips, pushing her fingers in for Elaine to lick and suck on them. She savored Elaine's hot mouth for a minute then pushed her pet's jaw down. She guided the fake cock with her other hand and slid it into Elaine's waiting mouth.

"Play with yourself while I fuck your face," Billie instructed.

Elaine could not answer, but her hands sought out her own wetness as Billie forced her strap on down into Elaine's throat. Billie began to thrust and grind into Elaine's face, savoring the helplessness of the small, pale woman.

"Cum for me, sweetie," Billie ordered. 

Elaine was getting lightheaded, but nearing climax, too. She hated having her face fucked, especially with a strap-on. It was pure pain and humiliation. Even worse, every time Billie stopped to grind into Elaine's face, Elaine could smell Billie's pussy agonizingly close. Elaine knew she could make Billie feel much better easier if she would just take off the harness and let Elaine do what she did best. Instead, this was how Billie chose to use her prize and Elaine had no choice but to obey and submit.

Lightheaded and already aching, Elaine came and satisfied Billie. Billie grabbed Elaine's hair and forced the dildo down Elaine's throat. Elaine gagged and things began to go dark as Billie kept that plastic shaft in Elaine's throat and ground against her face until she came. Elaine was about to pass out when Billie let go of her and pulled out of Elaine's mouth.

Elaine sucked in deep breaths of air, and when she was better, her possessor lifted her chin up to look her in the eyes. Billie loved seeing the submission and helplessness in those big beautiful eyes.

"Lie on your stomach on the bed," Billie said and gave Elaine a light slap on the cheek.

"Yes, Miss Billie," Elaine said and did as she was told. She did not need to be told to spread her legs or lift her ass a little. She was a well-trained slave.

"Some nights I like it sweet and gentle," Billie said and climbed between Elaine's thighs. She kept a hand on Elaine's collar while the other hand guided the dildo to Elaine's lubed asshole. "This isn't one of those nights." She thrust hard into Elaine and the submissive woman cried out. "This is one of those nights when I want it rough." She pounded into Elaine's ass. "This is one of those nights when I want to remind you what a helpless little slut of a slave you really are. And I like to remind myself how much power I have over another woman. No safe word, no one to protect you from me. I get to do whatever I want to you."

Elaine bit the sheets to keep from yelling out as Billie pillaged her beautiful body. She had gotten away from Kristy, but if this was going to be her fate, she was not sure how much better things were going to be.

Elaine's cheeks were wet and her body sweaty when Billie pulled out of her ass. The small sub hoped that Billie was done with her.

"Get on your side," Billie told her and stroked Elaine's lovely firm bottom.

"Yes, Miss Billie," Elaine answered and rolled to face her possessor. She looked helplessly into the deep brown eyes of Billie.

"No, silly," Billie said and pinched one of Elaine's sensitive nipples. "Face the other way. Gimme that ass, I'm not done with it yet."

"Yes, Miss Billie," Elaine said. She rolled over, pointing her abused ass to Billie for more punishment.

Billie ran her hand down Elaine's hip and thigh, roughly caressing Elaine's captive flesh. She pulled Elaine's thighs up to a 90 degree angle.

"Keep them like that," Billie said and pushed her way back into Elaine's ass. "You've got a great body, sweetie. I don't know how I am going to be able to keep my hands off of you." She turned Elaine's head and kissed her prize. She kept her hand on Elaine's throat and kissed her as she began thrusting.

Billie wasn't quite as rough this time, but it still hurt. Elaine was already sore and wanted more lube, lots more lube, but Billie didn't give her the chance. Elaine wanted some relief, some pleasure for herself to make this better, and started to reach down to masturbate.

Billie stopped her.

"No," Billie said and slapped Elaine lightly on her cheek. "I didn't say you could do that."

"Sorry, Miss Billie," Elaine said and closed her eyes.

"You get to cum when I say you can cum," Billie admonished her and kissed her again, her tongue roughly exploring and dominating Elaine's mouth before she had a chance to answer.

Billie broke off the kiss and turned her attention back to Elaine's body. She rubbed her hand across Elaine's smooth butt cheeks and thighs while she slid in and out of her ass.

"You've got great hips," Billie complimented her. "For a skinny white girl. Now that ass," Billie rammed deep into Elaine and stayed there, grinding her hips, "is a work of art." Billie buried her face into Elaine's hair and ground away. Elaine could feel the other woman's hot breath on her neck in rhythm to the pounding and grinding in her ass. All she could do was take it until the beautiful competitor was finished with her. As her breath and the thrusting increased in pace, Elaine knew Billie was getting close.

Billie painfully dug her nails into Elaine's smooth lower cheek as she came. Elaine felt the nails bite into her flesh. Billie's hot breath and satisfied moans close to her ear was an intoxicating reminder of what was happening to Elaine. She hated what she was going through right now, but she craved it, too.

Elaine tried to catch her breath and recover. Billie had stopped fucking her, but the dildo was still buried painfully in her ass. When Billie's breath turned deep and regular, Elaine knew her possessor was asleep. She wanted to get the dildo out of her, but any move threatened to wake up Billie. She felt a few little drops of blood begin to run down her ass from were Billie had clawed her.

Was this situation going to be better than with Kristy? Elaine would have to wait and see. She was still at the bottom, she still was the bottom. That was going to have to change. Susan better follow through, Elaine thought as she drifted off to sleep, too.

-----

The next week began Elaine's new routine. Her work and chores were the same and the guards still made frequent demands of her. She sneaked in naps and reading in the lounge or talking with Melissa in the in-between times. Melissa was subtly different now. She had spent the night with Syd having the mind-blowing rough dominating sex that Elaine knew well. Since then she seemed to lose herself in thought more and Elaine could begin to sense for the first time some dissatisfaction in her. She had experienced a more thorough and deeper sexual submission and she wanted more than what she was getting here.

Elaine was adjusting to life without Kristy and with Billie. Physically, life with Billie was rougher. She liked to use the strap-on on Elaine nearly every night and that was taking some getting used to. At least the guards would cum and be done with her, Billie could go for hours if she felt like it. But any physical discomfort was more than balanced by not having to obey Kristy any more. Kristy couldn't slap her or use her for a foot rest, there were no more of the daily petty humiliations. Kristy had taken the need to humiliate and degrade Elaine to heights Billie could not comprehend. As long as Elaine was a well-behaved and obedient prize, Billie saw no need to punish or humiliate her. And Elaine could certainly be a well-behaved and obedient prize.

Elaine missed Kristy's body a little, but she was ready for a change. Billie had a wonderful body, too, and Elaine was enjoying exploring and discovering it. She had wonderful, muscular thighs and Elaine enjoyed being between them. Billie was shaved bare down there, Elaine noted that only she and Michelle had pubic hair here, which made oral easier for the prize. Billie's ass was curvier than Elaine's, but it was solid, too. Billie was a natural athlete and it showed in her body. She had let it slip that she had been a collegiate athlete before she became a slave.

It was after dinner when she was summoned by Barry Cox. Fred and Winston waited for her to finish cleaning up then approached her. Elaine just figured they were going to take her away and fuck her, which was a little odd since after dinner she usually belonged to Billie. Fred hooked a leash to her collar and Winston cuffed her hands behind her back.

"The Boss wants this one tonight," Winston said to Billie. There was no apology for the inconvenience or anything else. Billie might be Elaine's possessor, but she was still a slave, too.

Elaine was led through a tunnel that connected the main building to one of the cottages around it. They emerged in the cottage's foyer and Elaine was pulled into the bedroom. That part always irritated her, no matter how able she was to keep up, the guards always seemed to tug and pull on the leash just to keep her off balance and stumbling a little. 

Elaine took a quick look around the room and resigned herself to another night of hard use. Without focusing too much on the details of the room, she knew this was a fucking room and she was going to be the one getting fucked. Fred had her kneel by the door and she was left alone.

She did not have to wait long. She wondered what her owner was like, what he looked like. All that she really knew was that he was her owner and he spent a lot of time with Susan.

Barry was not that imposing looking, was Elaine's first thought as he walked through the door. Having been fucked by the likes of Hunter and Sam, she had certain expectations of what a slave owner should be like. Barry was probably on the far side of fifty, or an old looking forty. He was about 5'7", balding with a ring of curly, grey hair left. He wore bifocal glasses and had a pinched look to his face, almost as if he had just smelled something unpleasant. He had a bit of a gut, but his arms looked strong and there was a definite sense of presence about him. He was not a sharp dresser, he was in a short sleeve dress shirt with red vertical stripes and a pair of wool pants that made Elaine itch to even look at.

"So you are Elaine," he said and looked down on her over the top of his glasses. "I usually don't buy slaves unseen, but Freddie was eager to unload you and you came recommended."

Barry looked thoughtful for a second. He was definitely used to being in control.

"Susan says you have something to ask me, slave," he said to her.

"Yes, Master." Elaine was nervous, but this was important enough that she was going to say what she had to say. "I want a chance to try-out to compete, Master," Elaine said the perfectly rehearsed words to the man who was her owner, the man she had just met.

"Obviously, you are not going to be a wrestler, you think you can run, then?"

"Yes, Master," she said and added "and climb, too."

"The house rather enjoys you where you are," Barry said. "You are quite popular with the guards and the girls. You've added a whole new dynamic to the place. Why should I deprive the house of its favorite toy?"

"Because I can win, Master. Or at least do better than Michelle."

Barry pursed his lips as he looked at the beautiful slave kneeling naked before him.

"Don't you enjoy being a prize?" he asked. "Your file notes your extreme submissiveness. This seems like a natural place for you."

"I do enjoy it, Master," Elaine said and added, "but I don't see it as a long term option."

Barry laughed. "I see. Well, stand up. Let me see what I bought." He sat on the edge of the bed.

Elaine rose and presented herself to her owner. He motioned with his hand and Elaine slowly turned around for him. She was intensely aware of being inspected and wanted to be found pleasing by her owner.

"Hunter suggested I buy you," Barry said and motioned for Elaine to sit on his lap. She did and Barry began caressing her back. "I guess Freddie had them over a barrel and they had to give you to Freddie, he would not help unless you were specifically included in payment. But, Hunter wanted you to have a good situation and thought you could do well here."

Elaine straightened her shoulders a little on hearing praise from Hunter.

"He also described your hunt on the mountain," Barry said. His other hand gently spread Elaine's thighs and caressed the silky flesh. "Which is why I have decided to let you try out."

Elaine nearly jumped for joy. Barry delighted in how her glorious blue eyes suddenly lit up with happiness when she got what she wanted.

"Oh, thank you, Master," she said with delight.

"But," and his hand slid up to press against her lower lips, "that is for later. For tonight, I want to see what all the fuss is about. I want to experience Elaine."

Elaine leaned in and kissed her owner.

"Yes, Master."

He gave her collar a tug and Elaine rose.

"I am going to tie you up," he said and motioned for Elaine to stand by the bed.

Barry opened a case filled with neatly coiled lengths of rope. He began with Elaine's arms. He tied them forearm to forearm, hand to elbow behind her back. The ropes were soft, Elaine feared some old rough Manila rope, but these were either synthetic or maybe silk. It was hard to tell with a man like Barry. He seemed to put much more attention into his ropes than his clothes

He added more ropes, he made a collar and chest harness that worked around Elaine's small breasts and carried on a monologue while he did.

"At the moment," her owner said and worked on a knot below her throat, "I own 3 prizes and five competitors here. I've got another slave at the Malibu house, too. Maybe nine women is a bit much for a man, my wife always tells me so, but a man needs a hobby." He pushed her down on the bed and began tying her calves to her thighs. "My wife tolerates my hobby. I suppose she is glad I fuck slaves rather than have affairs, much more discrete and less like to create any embarrassment for her. She doesn't have as nearly as much of a sex drive as I do, but is a wonderful hostess and mother. She actually suggested my getting into the slaving business after I sold the NHL team. She thought I needed the competition that sports brought. She also wasn't about to take it in the ass anymore and I could never hurt my wife the way I hurt slaves. It just wouldn't be right."

Elaine was on the bed, tied and bound. He flipped her over so her face was down. Her hands behind her back, her legs tied together, she was open and vulnerable to whatever her owner chose to do to her. She flinched when she felt something cold in her ass. Barry was getting her lubed and ready. She gasped when he pushed a large plug into her ass.

"Some women are slaves," he said and stepped back to admire his work. "They need to be fucked and hurt and made to do things." He took out a camera and began taking pictures of Elaine like this. "Some are not, they just don't have the right mindset. "You," and he snaked a finger into her wet slit, "are a slave."

"Yes, Master," Elaine said.

Barry removed a strap from one of the cabinets.

"I don't always like whipping," he said and lightly brought it across Elaine's bare back. "But," he said and struck her again, the leather stinging her soft skin. "Tonight, I'm in the mood, though. I really don't think I could resist marking you."

Elaine tried not to yell too loud as he lashed her helpless body. Her flesh stung and burned with each blow of the strap. He mostly worked her back and butt, but saved a few for her thighs. Endorphins coursed through her body, adding to her arousal.

When he thought she looked red and abused enough, Barry opened his robe and stepped in behind Elaine. Without any ado, he plunged into her wet slit. Elaine thought that Barry was probably the weakest fuck she had had since becoming a slave. He was not that well-endowed, nor did he have much technique or stamina. But he was her owner, he knew that and she knew that and that complete "legal" ownership was enough to make her very compliant.

Barry seemed to get most of his satisfaction out of the rope work and whipping and the actual sex was just the finale for that position. In between, he'd sit and read or do work on his laptop, then come over and give her a quick fucking, whipping, change positions or some combination of the three.

In the morning she was tired and she ached, but she felt confident about a tryout. She could do this.

---

Elaine was finishing with lunch cleanup when Kristy strode into the dining room. Melissa and Mary had already been taken away by Winston and Gary, leaving Elaine to do the rest on her own.

"Hey, slut," Kristy said by way of greeting. The tall, beautiful brunette had a beautiful body and an arrogant strut. Elaine knew, she had been forced to learn, every inch of that body.

Elaine and Kristy had not spoken since the last draft. Elaine had been dreading this moment, she had helped to sabotage Kristy and her former possessor had to at least suspect. Given Kristy's sadism and bullying, and her just being a complete bitch, Elaine was afraid that Kristy would do something bad to her. She wished there was someone else around.




Owning Elaine Pt. 03



"I know you helped Susan do something to me," Kristy said and advanced on Elaine.

Elaine quickly looked and made sure she had a way out, but she wasn't going to run from Kristy. Not yet, at least.

"I got you back before and I'll get you back again," Kristy continued. "And when I get you back this time, you'll think back on all the times I had you before as the easy times. I'll have you licking my asshole again within a month."

Elaine thought of all she had endured with Kristy and anger flared in her. She looked around to make sure they were alone and that she had a way out.

"Fuck you, Kristy," Elaine hissed. "Yeah, you keep getting me, and I keep getting away. You are never going to keep me. Maybe someone did something to you or maybe you just fucked up and lost, just like in Vegas; you stupid, arrogant cunt."

Kristy lunged at Elaine, her face flushed with anger. Elaine side stepped her and moved towards the door when Billie came through and into the room.

"Hey, don't fuck with my stuff," Billie said. She stood between Elaine and the enraged brunette.

"That little slut has got a mouth on her," Kristy growled. She wanted to hurt someone, preferably Elaine, but wasn't up to starting a fight with Billie. Billie scared her a little and she was afraid she might lose.

"She sure does," Billie said with a grin. "And that's my mouth now so leave her alone. Stay the fuck away from my prize."

Kristy shot Elaine a look of pure hatred and left the room.

Elaine was incredibly turned on by what had just happened. Billie had protected her. Billie had kept Kristy from hurting her. She wanted to give herself to Billie to show her gratitude.

"Thank you, Miss Billie," Elaine said and kissed her possessor.

"You can show me how grateful you are later," Billie said. She gave Elaine a long kiss. "But I have to get to practice."

Billie turned and left. Elaine watched her muscular legs and butt as she walked away.

----

Sex was definitely the number one way to pass the time here. If you could get it, that was. Elaine had no problem, but Kristy and Michelle were on the outside looking in. Billie had made it clear that she was not whoring Elaine out to either of them (though she and Susan were going to swap prizes for a night or two) and Susan never charged on the rare occasions she leant out Melissa.

There were definite fault lines forming. Susan and Billie made up one side. Elaine and Melissa were with them philosophically even if they had not been their prizes. The opposition was definitely Michelle and Kristy. They had apparently made up and forgotten about what Michelle did to Elaine. They had a common pair of enemies and naturally made an alliance. Laura was neutral, but she was doing well whoring out Mary. She tended to side with Michelle and Kristy, but never violently or loudly. She was low key, keeping an eye on her options and doing well in the middle at the moment.

All the slaves knew that the standings changed. If Elaine succeeded in her tryout, that would bump Michelle down to a prize. Or Barry might sell her and bring in a new girl. Any of them could be sold at any time or Barry could just change the rules. All the girls could do was do their best under whatever system was in place.

Elaine wondered if there would be so much sex if there were other things to do. The competitors worked out all day then came back to their rooms wired and bored. What better way to pass the hours than sex? It was the same with the guards. There wasn't all that much need for them and their actual duties amounted to a couple of hours a week. What to do with the rest of that time? Well, here are three beautiful women you can fuck anytime you want to, on the clock even.

As the prime entertainment for much of those off hours, Elaine was convinced the place needed a softball team or at least a ping pong table. Well, maybe not ping pong: the paddles could be bad for her.

----

The lounge had windows that looked out onto the grounds. It was a pretty bleak landscape, gray skies and snow covered grounds. The evergreen hedges added some color, but it still was not very appealing. She had put up with the appalling summer heat and just when it was getting nice, she gets swept out to the Midwest for winter. It was enough to make a girl grumpy, especially one who needed outdoor time as much as Elaine.

While staring out the window after breakfast, waiting for the inevitable visit from Steve, Elaine saw red. Not a dull, weathered red, but bright and vibrant. A cardinal appeared on a bush outside the window (no-bars, the slaves weren't going anywhere). He bounced around, peered inside at Elaine, then he flew off to another tree.

The bright bit of color, the curiosity and activity of the bird as he went about his way, gave Elaine a little more hope and a little more strength.

Winston approached Elaine with a leash in hand. So it was going to be Winston this morning, she thought and readied herself for this violation.

"The Boss wants you at the gym," Winston said and hooked the leash on Elaine's collar. He gave the leash a short tug and Elaine followed him down to the tunnels.

Winston led her to the gym where he turned her over to Susan.

"Thank you, sir," the tall blonde said. "She will be sent back for lunch."

Winston gave one last knowing leer at Elaine then went back to the house.

"Ready for your tryout, sweetie?" Susan asked with a smile. "You held up your end, I held up mine."

"Yes, Miss," Elaine said. It was beginning to dawn on her that they were actually going to give her a chance. "Thank you, Miss."

"I want you to understand that I always hold up my end," Susan said. "If we ever want to do business in the future, you know you can trust me. But for now, you're just another prize. Don't get above yourself. You're not a competitor. Yet." 

"Yes, Miss," Elaine said.

Elaine would have felt much better if they had allowed her to do some training first. She was woefully out of shape, grown soft by months of confinement. She needed to get back into shape to be able to make a good impression and just for her own sanity. But she hadn't. She was in the worst shape she had been in in years. Getting fucked was not the best way to stay in shape. All things considered, though, she felt good, though.

Elaine just wished she knew what she was going to have to do.

Elaine took a good look at this mythical place, "The Gym". This is where the competitors, the aristocracy of the slaves here, spent their days. This was her first time here and Melissa had told her that she had never been here. It was a big open space, a steel frame with rafters visible high above. The two basketball hoops that hung from the ceiling at either end were reminders of this place's former function. Seeing the hoops made her want to shoot some baskets, she had a good jump shot and had enjoyed playing.

She snapped back into the reality of the moment and took a more detailed look around. What else was here? A climbing wall, ropes and a few piles of pads. A couple of the hired help were arranging and moving the pads to Barry's instruction. Her owner saw her when Susan led her in and smiled.

"Good morning, Elaine," he said and kissed her, "you are looking lovely this morning."

"Thank you, Master," Elaine answered.

"Why don't you go run around and warm up while Susan and I talk about what we are going to do with you?" Barry said and gave her bare bottom a squeeze.

"Yes, Master," Elaine said. She stepped away and slid a hair band Billie had given her off her wrist. She quickly tied up her long, straight hair and trotted off to explore. 

Elaine quickly figured out what the course would be. It was a loop around the gym, with a short stretch or two on the floor, but mostly climbing over or under the pads. She wasn't sure how or if the climbing wall and ropes fitted in, but she thought she'd better get on those, too.

Pretty soon Elaine was completely lost in her warmup, she was loose and getting up a good sweat. She had always been a good climber, even if most of her power was in her legs.

"Okay," Barry snapped. "Let's get this going and see if you are worth my time, Elaine."

There was some amusement, but mostly determination in his eyes, he expected results from her.

"Yes, Master."

"Susan," Barry said to the blonde slave, "show her the proper way."

"Yes, Master," Susan loped off and attacked the course.

Elaine studied her intently. She had gotten most of the course right, just a move there and, "oh that was how the rope and climbing wall fit in!" It looked like fun.

"Now give me ten laps," Barry said. "Go!"

Elaine managed a quick "Yes, Master" and took off.

Susan held the stop watch while Barry walked around and watched her from different angles and points of view. Elaine found herself growing stronger as the laps went on and she found her groove. She got into her rhythm and zone, every lap seemed to be a little shorter and she could have gone on forever if Barry had not yelled "Stop!"

She stopped, briefly dazed and coming down from the run.

"For a cold run, that was impressive," Barry allowed

Elaine trotted over to where Barry and Susan were comparing notes. She wanted to run more, she had forgotten how much she loved a good workout, how she longed to be back in shape and have at least some of her body back.

Susan gave Elaine a quick, approving smile then turned back to Barry.

"Your cold times are better than what Michelle did at the last meets," Barry said. "How are you at being hunted?"

"Good, Master," Elaine said. "But I'm better outside."

"Not in this weather," Barry snorted. "In here. Let's see how long you can stay away from Susan."

Elaine and Susan took up positions on opposite sides of the room.

"Remember, Elaine," Barry reminded her, "you're trying NOT to be caught." He laughed at his own joke.

Elaine filed it away for motivation. She could do this.

"Go!" Barry yelled and Susan sprang across the room.

Elaine was impressed by how fast Susan was. Her first two strides got her up to speed and a good ways across the room. Elaine was a little slow to react and when she did, she reacted wrong. She went to her left, thinking she could hide behind some ramps, but Susan cut her off and pinned her in a corner. It was over in six seconds.

"That may need some work," Barry admonished. "Susan is quick and she has a long reach, don't let her get close and don't let her box you in. Let's do it again."

This time Elaine didn't wait but as soon as Barry said go she was off. This time she went up. She climbed up the ramps and got above Susan. When Susan began to climb up after her, Elaine grabbed a rope, swung out across the room, dropped, ran and was up the pads on the other side before Susan could get turned around.

Elaine was able to keep this up for a while. She stayed away from Susan by using her quickness in climbing and having the high ground. But Susan was smart and cunning. Once she realized she was not going to be able to take Elaine in a rush, she changed to tactics to wearing her prey out. She would feint a climb to make Elaine scramble away and suddenly make a real attack and make Elaine run across the room. Each time a little more of Elaine's limited endurance was being used up. She was going to tire and make a mistake soon.

Susan finally caught Elaine when she made the slave run for five minutes straight from one side of the room to the other, always having to climb and jump and sprint. Susan did not let up or need to take a break. Elaine was not in shape and she began to tire. She was frustrated because she knew if she was in shape could have kept this up for much, much longer. But as it was, gasping for air with her limbs burning and aching, she was a step too slow and Susan caught her ankle. Elaine went down sprawling and Barry called "Time!"

Susan helped Elaine up.

"Nice run, slave girl," Susan congratulated her.

"Hunter sent a nice report of your run on the mountain," Barry said. "I can see some of what he said coming through. You're smart and quick and you have determination in spades. Here's what the deal is Elaine," Barry told his property. "Michelle has been underperforming of late. And, frankly, I think you have more talent anyway. I am going to give you two weeks to get in shape and get some coaching and you will go head to head with Michelle. The winner gets the competitor spot."

Elaine tried, unsuccessfully, to hide her smile.

"I'll make her oral only to the guards," Barry added. "They'd tear her apart if they knew she was trying to get away from them. And Billie needs to lay off the strap-on."

Susan looked at Elaine and told her "You need to tell Billie about the try-out, though."

"Yes, Miss," Elaine said. She would be scared, she was scared, but she owed Billie that much.

----------

Billie was surprisingly supportive of Elaine's tryouts. 

"I like you and I don't like Michelle," Billie explained. "I'd love to have that little bitch on the end of my strap-on. I'll even help you train and keep the other girls off your back. I think you'll do great, you're a tough girl."

Billie lifted Elaine's face and kissed her. "But, until then you still have duties to fulfill with me."

"Yes, Miss Billie," Elaine said and smiled.

"I am a little disappointed I can't use my toys on you," Billie said and began to pull Elaine's hair to get her face down to Billie's crotch. "But I'm sure you can find some other way to keep me happy."

Elaine was the good little slave and eagerly pleased the woman who possessed her now. Elaine was grateful she would get some time off from getting pounded by the strap-on and that Billie was being supportive so she put a little extra effort into this one. 

---- 

Elaine began her training the next day. A lot of it at this point was just getting back in shape and learning the basic rules of the games. She was tired and aching at the end of every day, but even in a week she could tell she was getting stronger.

Barry had made it perfectly clear that the rules and his wishes on Elaine were to be respected. Barry was her protector, at least until the try out.

She was also already missing getting fucked. It was nice for the first few days, but she quickly began to miss having someone inside her, even Billie's piece of plastic fulfilled the need to be filled. Now, Billie would bring her to orgasm, or let her bring herself, so Elaine was getting release, but she needed a good, deep dicking.

Get fucked all the time by everyone or not get fucked at all. There had to be some happy point between the two options.

Being mostly off limits to the guards had other effects, too. Elaine still had to suck cock, but since she was easily the least skilled at this of the three prizes, she did not see that much action. She had to give at least one blowjob a day as reminder of her place, but it was much less than she had been forced to do. The guards were not about to give up all the free sex that made their job so wonderful, though, so Mary and Melissa got more action. Melissa seemed to enjoy the extra attention but Mary seemed to resent the inconvenience and any request for her to actually do anything. Elaine had no sympathy.

----

After practice one day Winston came to get Elaine from the gym.

"The Boss has plans for you tonight," Winston said and hooked a leash to Elaine's collar. This was when she would always shower then begin work for dinner, but Winston was taking her away. "There is a friend he needs entertained."

Elaine did not need to be told what her role in entertaining him would be.

"Yes, sir," Elaine said and followed. She was being loaned out again, her body was not her own. She could use a good fucking, though.

She was led through the tunnels and into one of the guest houses. There was a small set of rooms in the basement and she was led into these.

"Eat and get cleaned up then get ready," Winston said and pointed to a table top. There were wrist and ankle cuffs, a blindfold, ball gag, and a butt plug. "When you are done, head up to the bedroom and kneel by the bed."

"Yes, sir," Elaine said as he walked out the door.

There was a light dinner of baked chicken and steamed vegetables. It was probably better than she would have gotten back in her normal routine. She ate it all then showered.

She readied herself, doing the butt plug first to get it over but waiting until she was in the bedroom before cuffing her ankles and wrists together. She put on the gag and the blindfold last then knelt and waited.

Time always seemed to drag when she was like this, but eventually she heard the door open and heavy footsteps come in. He said nothing and did not approach Elaine, but busied himself around the room. At one point his footsteps changed from shoes to bare feet, but that was about all she could tell.

He approached her. Elaine tried to control her breathing and racing heart.

"We won't be needing this," his deep voice said and he slid off the blindfold from behind. "At least not right now."

Elaine wanted to turn and see this man who would have her for the night, but she stared straight ahead.

"And I have plans for your mouth," he said and unbuckled the ball gag.

Elaine stretched her jaw. She hated ball gags, they always made her mouth ache.

He stepped around. Elaine stared at the ground like a good slave. He had well-kept feet, Elaine noticed. Nice ankles, strong calves and dark leg hair. She wanted to see the rest of him, but kept her gaze down.

"Look at me, slave," he ordered.

Elaine took a deep breath, calmed herself and looked up at him.

Elaine wanted to be owned by this man. That was the first thought that ran through her mind as she saw him. She wanted to be fucked and raped by him. She wanted to serve his every whim and scream out as he plundered her. Only three men had ever really made Elaine weak in the knees: Roy, Hunter, and Sam. He became the fourth.

He was tall and broad shouldered, with some grey showing in the hairs on his muscular chest. He had strong arms and hands that looked strong and nimble at the same time. He had a graceful neck and a rugged handsome face on top of it. His full beard was short and salt and pepper and matched his neatly trimmed hair. He had a pleasant, masculine smell with a little sweat mixed in with his toiletries. Deep brown eyes looked at her reaction with amusement, as if this was not the first time he had seen this from a slave. Her eyes quickly darted down to try to see what she was in store for tonight, but he still had a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Let's have you stand up," he said. Since she was bound hand and foot this was not easy and he basically just lifted her up and she put her feet down. He lifted her like a doll, with little effort and she thrilled at the feel of his hands on her.

He circled Elaine, inspecting her. He leaned in and softly kissed her on the lips Elaine's pulse raced as his tongue brushed hers.

"You are very pretty, slave," he complimented her.

"Thank you, sir," she said with honest pleasure. She wanted this man to find her desirable and she wanted to please him with her body.

He pulled her in and kissed her more seriously this time, his mouth exploring and dominating hers. His hands reached down, one intertwined his fingers with hers while the other cupped her ass. Elaine responded to him, pushing her bare chest into his and opening her mouth up for him. His hand on her ass reached into her crack and found the buttplug, tugging it gently to judge her response then slipping a finger into her wet slit. Elaine moaned into his kiss as his fingers slid inside her.

"What's your name, slave?" he asked her.

"Elaine, sir," she answered and knew enough not to ask his.

"A lovely name for a lovely slave," he said and slid his hand up to gently pull the buttplug out of Elaine's ass. "My name is Dale, but you know not to call me that, don't you, Elaine?" 




Owning Elaine Pt. 03



"Yes, sir," she answered. 

Dale was old enough and wise enough to know that there was no single perfect woman. There were, however, many women each perfect in her own way. Elaine struck him as one of those. She was perfectly Elaine, with a pretty innocence about her that seemed to be impossible to wipe away. And a wonderful little body that matched her demeanor. She was soft, but with inner strength that allowed her to keep that innocence. Her smooth complexion, lean curves and lines begged to be explored before being conquered.

"Barry knows me too well," he said and laughed at his own joke.

Elaine smiled, thrilled at the fullness of his laugh.

Dale grabbed her ass with both hands and began kneading her perfect cheeks.

"Do you like it here? Answer honestly," he warned her. 

"Overall, sir, yes," she answered and felt her loosened rectum close. She boldly leaned up and kissed his neck. Elaine was already anticipating the rough ass fucking that she knew was coming. Oh, she hoped he fucked as well as he looked.

"But..." he prompted her.

"I'm the bottom bottom, sir," she answered as if that explained everything.

"And?"

"I have to please everyone, from the guards to whomever my competitor loans me out to, sir."

"Isn't that what a slave is for?"

"Yes, sir," she admitted, "and it's not that bad. I love being owned and used, sir."

"But?"

"It's not a long term option, sir," she said and kissed his neck again to take any hint of being above her station.

"And what would you like as a long term option?"

"Either to compete, sir," she said and left it hanging.

"Or?"

"To have an owner who is my Master, too, sir," she said. "Here I feel like community property, sir. I'd like a Master who wants me for his own, sir."

He let go of her and knelt down to unhook her ankles.

"Well, I wish you luck, slave," he said. "But I have to admit that I like the idea of you being the 'bottom bottom'." He ran his hands up one of her legs and down the other. "I find it very arousing. I love that so many can experience your lovely body."

"Thank you, sir," Elaine said and resisted the urge to beg him to buy her.

Dale tugged on her collar and led her to the bed. He pushed her down onto the bed face first, her legs hanging partially over the edge. Elaine meekly submitted and let him position her as he liked. Once he had her arranged, he firmly gripped her by the neck.

Elaine breathed heavily in anticipation; her heart raced and her pussy was sopping, even though she knew her ass would get it first. Elaine heard the towel drop and resisted the urge to look back and see what she was getting. She felt him get in behind her and closed her eyes. The tip of his cock was against her ass and he began to push in.

Elaine gasped as he entered her. He was big, bigger than any of the guards here and maybe as big as Jesse had been. She knew this was going to hurt and she knew she was leaving a wet spot on the bed already. She tried to squirm or turn her head to she could at least bite the blankets, but the firm hand on her neck kept her exactly as he had positioned her.

"Hold still," he moaned as he pushed deeper into her. "You can move when I let you move."

"Yes, sir," Elaine gasped as he kept sliding into her. "Sorry, sir."

He squeezed her neck and slapped her ass.

"No talking." He ordered.

Elaine felt his rough pubic hair against the soft skin of her ass. He was all the way in, she thought, and wondered how she was going to take this. She felt that if she opened her mouth wide enough, you could look down her throat and see the tip of his cock. She hoped he had the skill to match his size.

Dale kept the grip on her neck while he fucked her ass. She could not move, but had to lie there and take what was being done to her. He was very precise in what he wanted from her. He wanted her in just the right position and he wanted her to feel just the right amount of pain. He took his time with long, deep strokes and had her shift positions as he used her. He kept her hands cuffed the entire time, but moved her legs together or apart or bent them to get the most out of her.

Elaine was in pain, her body fought this invasion but she was powerless to stop it. She enjoyed it, too. This was not the amateur jack-hammering of the guards; this was a man determined to get the absolute most pleasure from her. This was a man who knew how to fuck. Tears ran down her face and she cried out until Dale put the gag back in her mouth to quiet her down before resuming his assault on her ass.

He finished with her on her back and her feet on his shoulders. He rubbed her silky thighs and looked down on her with a satisfied smile. Elaine shuddered, stifled a sob and looked up at him with what Dale could only interpret as adoration. She tried to let the tension release from her body, but his hard cock still in her ass would not let her.

"I could get used to fucking you, Elaine," he said and slowly pulled out of her abused ass.

Dale wiped his cock off then sat down beside Elaine on the bed. He took off her ball gag then lay down beside her. His hands were soon on her, caressing, exploring, touching all of her body. And while he did he actually had a conversation with her. This, Elaine was not used to.

They managed to figure out that they were both in New York at the same time for a few months and Los Angeles for a few weeks. Same cities, but different worlds.

"You say that you are the bottom bottom, does that mean you belong to another girl?"

"Yes, sir,"

"Tell me about the woman who has you now."

"Her name is Billie. She's strong, beautiful. She's African-American, too, sir."

"Really? How does that make you feel?"

"Turned on, sir, submissive. I don't like to think I'm racist, but I probably am a little. Maybe I like the idea that she can take some revenge or payback for what was done to her ancestors by having me."

"So you can be her reparations?"

"Maybe. It adds a little something extra to it. My dad would have hated the idea, though. He was an old racist, like a lot of men from New York then, sir."

"Like Archie Bunker?"

"Well, he was from Queens and my dad was from Manhattan, but the same thing, sir."

"Was? And I think we can dispense with the 'sirs' for the moment. We both know our places."

"He and my mother died when I was in college. Car accident."

"I'm sorry."

"It's been a while. I miss them, but I doubt I could have been a slave with them around keeping tabs on their little girl."

"You said you dad would have issue because Billie is black. How would he have felt about her being a her?"

"I think the black part would have been worse. He wasn't a big fan of lesbians, either, but never said much about it."

"How about your mother?"

"I don't know. The more I find out about myself, the more I wonder about her."

Dale cupped Elaine's breast and began idly playing with the nipple.

"Let me ask you a question, Elaine. If I could free you right now, return you to your old life, or maybe something better, would you want me to?"

Elaine did not hesitate.

"No. I want to be owned. I don't mean owned in the sense of who holds my papers, but owned completely. Owned in such a way that papers are not necessary. I thought it was that way with Roy, but he gave me up. I want to experience that before I become free."

She looked up at him with a smoldering "you could own me" look.

Dale hated Barry when Elaine hit him with that look. Barry was offering her to him, a trial to get him hooked. He was letting Dale know she was available, another factor in their negotiations. She did not know this, of course, it added to her innocent charm, but there was no doubt in Barry's mind that she wanted him as her owner and would make a wonderful slave for him.

Conversation became more difficult when his caresses found their way between Elaine's perfect thighs. When he slipped a finger into her aching slit, it became impossible. He quickly and expertly brought Elaine to the edge of climax and kept her there. His fingers explored her and manipulated her pleasure bud. She looked up at him, pleading to finish, to make her cum.

Dale lifted her bound hands above her head and rolled on top of her, Elaine eagerly pushed her crotch at him, begging for penetration. His hand worked her clit until his large shaft pressed into her wet depths.

"Beautiful slave," he said as he slid into her.

"Thank you, sir," Elaine moaned, "oh, thank you sir."

Dale was angry as he fucked Elaine's tight pussy. He was not angry at her, but at Barry Cox. But Barry wasn't here so he took out his anger on the beautiful slave's body. Barry had found the perfect woman to tempt him, the exquisite mix of beauty, shyness and innocence. Barry was trying to soften him up, get a better return on the real estate project. He vowed not to let this, to let her, change how he would deal with Barry.

But he wanted her. Even as she squirmed and cried as he impaled her, he knew he would have to do this again. He had her so wound up that she came nearly as soon as he entered her. Her responsiveness amazed him. When she opened her beautiful blue eyes and looked up at him with submissive adoration he nearly lost his resolve. He wanted to experience her as fully and completely as he could in the time he had with her. The future would take care of itself. For now, for this moment there was only the soft silky smoothness of her body and the whimpers and moans from the woman inside.

He used her hard, milking every bit of pleasure he could from her. Her ass and pussy ached from the repeated penetrations. He jaw was sore and some bruises and welts were starting to color up nicely. She would have liked to have said that she surrendered to him, but he never gave her the chance, he conquered her.

-----

Elaine awoke bleary eyed and alone. Dale was gone. Elaine pulled her knees up and hugged them. That had been a pretty amazing night. She had not had a man use her like that, that completely and thoroughly, since Sam. She was a mess, she realized. Lube and cum coated a lot of her lower body and she had more dried cum on her face and in her hair. There were a few new bruises and welts and she ached front and back. Still, it had been great.

She had no idea what time it was. She knew she should probably be doing her chores, or be available for the guards, but no one had come for her so she stretched back out and was about to drift back to sleep when the door opened and Winston entered.

"Apparently Dale really enjoyed you," he said by way of greeting. "He left with big smile. The Boss wants to do some big business with him so I'm guessing that you'll be seeing him again."

Elaine smiled at the possibility.

"But in the meantime," Winston said and began undoing his pants, "crawl on over here and suck my cock, slave."

Elaine resisted the urge for a bitter sigh that she knew would get her punished, but gave the obligatory "yes, sir" and crawled off the bed to Winston. She was back to her regular life. But she still held the one night with Dale in her. It may never happen again, but for a night she felt owned and mastered by a real man again. She gave Winston his blowjob, but thought about Dale the entire time and how less Winston was by comparison.



Owning Elaine Pt. 04



Dale left and Elaine went back to her routine at the house. The time with him had brightened her outlook on life and given her hope that there were other men out there who could make good masters for her and that she might find herself with one someday.

She would have a few hours of training in preparation for her try out, and to do her chores and serve people. The guards could not fuck her, though she did still have to perform oral on demand. Steve seemed to be moving away from his obsession with her, anyway, and spent more time with Mary. Elaine's paranoid side told her that they were plotting against her, but aside from being on her toes, there wasn't much to do about it.

Billie, well, Billie still had Elaine. The dark skinned competitor was Elaine's only path to orgasm for the moment, and at least she was generous with her hand. Billie was a demanding taskmaster, but Elaine enjoyed it as much as she could. Elaine was starting to get feelings for the athletic competitor and she wasn't too happy about that. Elaine would just as soon be her prize and leave it at that, but she was starting to fall for her. Billie demanded much of her prize, but as long as Elaine obeyed and delivered, she was treated decently. Elaine would have loved to watch from above when she performed on her competitor, the idea of her pale skin between dark thighs thrilled her.

There were good days and bad days, just like anywhere else. The intensity of being in the same small area with all of the other men and women amplified the problems and drama of the group and never knowing when she would be taken away to suck a cock made things strange. The grief of losing Sam and the anger towards Roy and Hunter made for a potent emotional stew. Spring was coming, though, even to the Midwest, and with it, hope. The gray piles of old snow were melting and she could hear more than the cardinals now as other birds arrived. When she needed a boost, she would think of Dale and her time with him and everything seemed a little better.

--

It was the day of her tryout against Michelle. Elaine was loose and well rested, Billie had made sure Elaine got her sleep. She was confident in her body and abilities. She did a few laps to get warmed up before Michelle arrived. This was Elaine's chance to rise above being a prize and she was not going to mess it up.

Barry and Winston stood by with tablets to record their observations and times.

Michelle arrived already looking beaten. She had obviously been up the night before drinking and still reeked of wine. Her walk was a little unsteady and she kept rubbing her temples. Unless the redhead was one of those rare people who performed better hungover, Elaine was going to win by default.

Michelle staggered around the track, but as she did it, she looked stronger. Elaine was still going to have to do well just to be sure, she did not know how the deck was stacked, but she knew either she or Michelle was going to get screwed.

"Okay," Barry said. "Let's get this started."

"Yes, Master," Elaine and Michelle said in unison.

"To the line, five laps."

Elaine took her position. Her heart was racing in anticipation, she was as ready as she could be. She was distracted a little, though, by the smell of alcohol that seeped from Michelle's pores.

The starting pistol echoed loudly in the old gym and the slaves took off. To Elaine's surprise, Michelle jumped out to an early lead and led for the first lap. Elaine buckled down, and passed her early on the second. The redhead never recovered and Elaine was almost a full lap ahead when the race ended. 

Michelle reacted to her loss by vomiting into a trash can.

The rest of the tryout was no contest. Elaine dominated every event. Michelle put in some effort, but it was obvious she had already given up. She seemed to be a little better at the end, the exercise having worked out the worst of her hangover, but it was too little too late.

Barry look pleased with Elaine.

"Nice job, slave," Barry said and gave her a quick kiss. "Let's make it official. Elaine, you are now officially a competitor. You can take one of the empty rooms."

"Yes, Master," Elaine said, "thank you, Master."

Elaine did not try to hide her happiness, she had done it. She was a competitor and not just the bottom bottom for everyone to use. No more having to serve other girls or getting fucked by whichever guard had a hard-on at the moment.

"Now," Barry said with a hint of disgust in his voice, "as for this one." He pointed his chin at Michelle. "Give her twenty for a lack of effort. Start getting her ready for sale, when you're done with her that is. Tomorrow, let Billie have her until we can get rid of her."

Winston hooked a leash on Michelle and cuffed her wrists in front of her. He led the southern slave down into the tunnels and into one of the lesser used buildings. It was mostly used for storage, but Winston and the guards had made a little mancave in one of the old rooms.

Michelle was in a strange place in her head. She became a slave because she liked cock. She loved it. She loved it in her mouth, in her pussy, in her ass. She loved the men attached to those cocks, too, but mainly she just loved a good, hard fucking. Which was precisely what she was not getting here the past year.

She was done. She stopped caring a while ago and her performance had reflected that. If Elaine, with her big blue eyes and small tits wanted to race, let her. Michelle was happy. Maybe she could have beaten Elaine if she had tried, but trying would have just locked her in here for even longer. She was going to be sold, her life might be better. It couldn't get much worse.

"Hands on the table," Winston ordered.

Michelle obeyed.

She was done with this place. If 20 lashes and licking Billie's pussy for a few weeks was what it took, fine, she could take it. The first lash landed across her back, but Michelle was too lost in her world of anger and disgust to pay much attention. A year of her prime youth spent running around tracks for men to ogle. Not fuck, ogle. Cock doled out in little bits here and there.

Number five made her give a grunt.

She hated this place and she hated the year she had wasted here.

Number ten hurt and the pain in her back and ass brought her out of her angry mood and into the moment. All the guards were here now, Steve and Gary were dragging a mattress to the middle of the room. She was definitely getting cock tonight, and not the little prick that Barry sometimes "rewarded" her with. She could deal with 20 for that.

When the last blow fell, Michelle was on fire. Endorphins rushed through her body, her skin stung and burned and her pussy was wet. This was what she had been missing. Winston grabbed a handful of her red hair and rammed into her slit. No, this was what she had been missing. Michelle squirmed and moaned, savoring her first good cock in a year.

Winston used her hard and it hurt, but Michelle embraced the pain and climaxed as he battered into her. She would be sore but it was worth it. The joy of being filled again, of being fucked again, was transcendent.

Winston pulled out of her without cumming and Fred took his place. Michelle lay against the table and welcomed him inside her. A deep satisfaction was building within her, but she wanted more. When Steve shoved his cock in her face, she eagerly opened up and began sucking.

Winston finished his turn in her. Gary stepped in and worked a lubed finger in her ass. He added another and more lube. Michelle waited for him and flinched when she felt the tip of his cock push up against her narrow opening.

Michelle lifted off Steve's cock when Gary began to push into her. She yelled out in surprise and hurt as another massive wave of endorphins rushed through her body. She closed her eyes and savored the sensation of being penetrated there for the first time in so long. It hurt, but she wanted it.

"Fuck me hard, sir," Michelle pleaded. "Please."

Gary obliged and Michelle savored her overdue ass reaming. This was what she had wanted.

They all took their turns in all of her holes before any of them came. They would fuck her for a while then someone else would take his place and she had to start almost from scratch each time. She was taking a pounding and knew it and loved it.

Steve came first in her ass then Gary in her pussy. She swallowed Winston's load and Fred sprayed her face.

Michelle lay on the mattress and slowly came down from her high. She was sore, but felt wonderful. She wondered how long until she was going to be sold? 

---

Elaine was sore, in her muscles this time rather than her vagina and ass. They were working her hard to bring her up to speed before the next match in a month. She loved getting back into condition and getting her body back to where it should be. She now better understood and appreciated the massages that Billie and Kristy had made her give them; these workouts hurt. Long, hot showers and lots of stretching were her options and she used them as much as she could.

In addition to the conditioning, there was training for her events. She was being taught how to catch and evade better. At her end of things, the game was more about catching than subduing. The rough stuff was saved for the wrestling events. The girls had narrow flags around their waists (on the sides so the spectators views of the "good stuff" was not obscured) and the goal was to grab the flag. Elaine was reminded of flag football in high school gym class, which she usually played to lose, so here she had to remind herself to be aggressive. She was learning to catch and evade better, picking up some basic moves that she could expand on later.

"No one expects you to do great in you first couple of events," Billie explained to her. "Just don't do too badly."

There was also a lot of cheating, or so she was told. Elaine was not big on cheating, but Billie taught her what to look for and what to do if someone grabbed her ankle during one of the races: "Kick her in the face with your other foot. If she tries to cut you off, kick her in the back of the knee, it will throw her stride off. Throw an elbow or two if she starts to crowd you."

She was getting horny, too. Since she was a competitor she was off limits to the guards and she wasn't with another slave. Solo masturbation was forbidden. Elaine hadn't cum since she'd made competitor. Being around a bunch of beautiful, naked and sweaty women all day didn't help either. She did not want to be a prize, but would not have minded at least a somewhat consensual relationship with Billie.

She stretched out on the bed. She had found a copy of War and Peace in the lounge upstairs and had tried to pick up where she left off but wound up having to start all over again. Well, it killed time.

--

Kristy was not happy. In fact, she was in a constant bad mood. Some might call it pouty, but Kristy would have taken a swing at anyone who did to her face. She wanted Elaine back. More than that, she wanted the complete domination of the girls that she thought she had had. Elaine as a footrest had been the living embodiment of her greatness.

It was one thing when Elaine was still a prize and assigned to Billie. Then Kristy just had to get her groove back and soon enough she'd have Elaine licking her asshole again. But now that little fucking slut had become a competitor. That complicated things. Now she would have to knock Elaine down from being a competitor and back to being a prize and get her own place back at the top of the standings.

The problem was there was no one else to move up to a competitor right now. Michelle was done, Barry was so pissed at how badly she had done at Elaine's tryout that she was getting sold at the next meet if not before. Not even enough time to use her to get at Billie.

It depended on who Barry got to replace Michelle.

Why did Elaine have to do all of this? Couldn't she just understand that her natural and rightful place was being used and abused by Kristy? The little sub was just making things difficult all around. Kristy simply could not take Elaine seriously as an equal competitor, not after all she had done to her.

For now, though, she felt she could leave Elaine alone. She wanted to start sabotaging her, but no one did well at their first meet. By the time the next one rolled around she would have something ready. She began cultivating support, too. Mary was easy, she was only a prize but could be useful. Laura was sympathetic, but not ready to challenge Susan and Billie publicly. Kristy felt Laura could be counted on when needed, though; she was always eager to disrupt the status quo. The guards were the key, Winston was going to stay professionally neutral. Steve was already on board, he was obsessed with the little blue eyed slave and was willing to bend some rules and look the other way if needed.

----

The first meet had arrived. Billie was trying to explain to Elaine what was going to happen at the games.

"It is a warm-up for the Spring Invitational. Not too big, only four teams and a couple of hundred spectators, most of whom will be gambling. It's spread over two days. First day is preliminaries, first rounds of all the events and half the girls will be eliminated. Second day, finals for everything. You'll be in only one, so don't worry. Most girls don't do well their first meet."

"After the second day, some girls are taken out to entertain the men. These are the ones who lose and are eliminated, but not all. It is the owner's choice. They don't like girls tanking so you never know. Intentionally bad performances will get you a whipping. The rest are left on their own for the night. After it is all over, we all usually hang out together in one place, have some fun and loosen up. Kind of a meat market, too."

"Meat market?"

"Lots of girls hook-up there. Most will. It's okay, we're allowed and I can guarantee you'll get offers, sweetie. Take one or two up on it, it'll be your best chance to get laid for free for a while."

"Where will the meet be?" Elaine asked.

"Somewhere in the desert. It's an outdoor meet, Tucson, I think."

Billie went back to her room to get ready and get one last quickie in with Michelle. Elaine went back to hers alone and waited to go.

Elaine did not know the name of the place where she lived. Generally it was referred to as "Barry's" Elaine had her own private name for the place: "Hicksville, Ill" and she always pronounced "Ill" as "ill" when she said it to herself. Of course, she would never say this out loud, especially around any of the guards.

They flew out of a snowy airfield somewhere near "Hicksville, Ill" and arrived at night. The compliment of guards, staff and slaves was escorted off the plane and to a waiting van. Elaine slowed for a second to breathe in. There was the airport smell of exhaust and jet fuel, but underneath that was the smell of the desert in spring.

The van left town and was soon out of the city and sprawl, a waxing half-moon was already starting to go down in the west. There was the inevitable turn off the highway onto a gravel road they drove up into the mountains. The girls were quiet, tired from the day of travel and adjusting to the new time zone, but they peered out into the moonlit landscape that was so different from "Hicksville, Ill".

When they came around one last bend they discovered a small city that had sprung up at an old ranch.

"Took us a week to get all the cow-shit cleared out," the driver loudly announced.

There were the old buildings of the ranch, but around everywhere else there had sprung up tents, RVs and trailers. Even at this late hour, people were out and about; many had drinks in their hands. Elaine noted that these were mostly free people. Here and there a collared girl followed a man, but they didn't look the competitor type.

They were led to an old school bus that was going to be their home for the next few days. The seats had been removed and replaced with bunks. A small sitting and changing area had been added, too, and an awning and chairs outside promised some pleasant down time. It was a surprisingly tidy living space and Elaine thought owning one someday, when she wasn't owned, might be nice. Assuming there would be a someday when she wasn't owned.

"Get to bed," Winston told the tired girls. "We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

---

Slave games were always an interesting crowd. If you were not an Association member, you were at least aware of it and everyone accepted the basic premise that the women were slaves. The idea that for the right price, and every slave was for sale, you could take one of the girls competing for your own added extra zest.

Sales were not uncommon. While gambling was the number one economic pastime, slave dealing was a distant second. Not every team had the competitor/prize system, but many did or something similar. For those that had prizes, the games were a great place to buy, sell or trade them. Established dealers would have someone here scouting or at least being seen and pressing the flesh for future business. Sometimes buyers would find their own personal slave, too. It did happen.

Elaine knew little of this. The slaves were all isolated from the spectators. There was a separate area in which they were allowed to warm up, after that they did a parade in front of spectators at the paddock before entering their event. The slaves were not allowed to watch the other events, either, so gossip and watching the expressions of the girls were the only way they could know what was going on. Elaine really did not care. She was focused only on her event. 

Tucson! Elaine was back in the desert for her first games. While she had been born and grew up in the cold and wet Northeast, it was in the deserts and forests of the Southwest where she really felt at home. The ground felt right beneath her feet, the spring desert smelled so fresh and wonderful, celebrating life at its grandest. Just walking around the canyon where they were holding the meet refreshed her. When she got to take her first practice laps it was like being on drugs. Elaine could already feel it: she was going to kick some ass.

"We are only entering you in one event for these games," Winston told her. "It is a mile race. It is your first meet, so we don't expect too much from you."

Elaine really wished people would stop saying that to her. She wanted to do well, and being told that she wouldn't, did not do much for her confidence, but it did motivate her.

It was a beautiful morning when she started her first heat. It was her against one other girl. The top winners would advance to the next round and the last two would race in the finals tomorrow. Laura was running in the second heat, but Elaine would not be allowed to watch that. Her warm-ups felt good. It was going to be a mile, two laps around an obstacle course. There were two long straightaways, three short ones and a host of things to climb over, under and around. At one part she would have to climb up a rope, swing across the only uncovered patch of cactus on the course and then hit one of the long stretches before climbing up a rock face. It looked like fun.

Her opponent was named Natalie. The girls had their names painted on their backs, no numbers or any other markings that might obscure the naked flesh for the spectators. She was a pretty girl, but not what Elaine expected. Natalie was about 5'4", curvy with big firm breasts and large areole that were a little hypnotic. She had nice hips and a big, firm butt. Elaine thought she would have made a good librarian or teacher, but not an athlete.

They both wore running shoes and the name on their backs and nothing else. 

They were on their marks and the starting gun went off. Natalie was off like a flash. Looks were deceiving, Elaine thought as she tried to catch up. Natalie was a great sprinter, but Elaine was able to close the distance when they hit the ropes. By the time they were over the rock face and onto the next long straightaway, Elaine was in the lead. But Natalie was a sprinter and passed Elaine again. More climbing and obstacles and they finished the first lap tied.




Owning Elaine Pt. 04



In the second lap, Elaine picked it up a bit and hoped that she would have the advantage in endurance. She was right on Natalie's heels when they hit the ropes (she had to try hard to focus on her running and not Natalie's pleasant posterior) and had a solid lead by the time they were at the second straightaway. Here Elaine lengthened her stride, long regular strides, and tried to maintain her lead. She could feel Natalie closing on her, but she still was in front when they hit the next obstacles.

The finish line was just ahead. Elaine did not dare to turn back and look for Natalie and the crowd was too loud for her to be able to hear her opponent. All she could do was her best and keep on heading for the win. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Natalie closing, clawing for every bit of ground, but not in any real rhythm. Elaine poured on a little more.

Elaine crossed the finish line first. She reveled in the accomplishment and of the physical high of a great run. She could do this.

In her second meet she was matched up with a long legged blonde gazelle. Ericka, as her back informed, consistently outlegged Elaine in the straightaways, but was a little too awkward in the climbs and unsure over the cactus. Elaine held off another late charge to win. She was on to the finals tomorrow.

"Great job, slave girl," Billie said when Elaine told her what happened. "I heard Laura lost her second, she was favored 5-3, too. Won someone some money, I'm sure."

Elaine did a few more laps to stay loose, had dinner and went to bed early.

The finals pitted her against Dana. Dana was big eyed, small breasted and rather innocent looking. She had a big, disarming smile that made Elaine instantly suspicious. When Dana grabbed at her ankle on the first climb, Elaine was ready with a kick. Elaine missed her intended target of Dana's face, but landed a glancing blow off her shoulder. That did buy enough time to pull ahead.

Dana was a persistent cheater, though. She did everything Billed had warned her about and a few more. Dana only seemed to have enough in her to sprint and get close to Elaine, but when she did would swipe or grab or push Elaine. At worst, she threw Elaine off enough that she couldn't get her stride and this let the slower woman keep up. At best, Dana knocked Elaine down with a combination elbow to the chest and leg sweep and ran ahead.

Elaine realized that she was much safer behind Dana. She also realized that she could keep up with her opponent and still have enough of an advantage to stay behind her and spank her bare ass. Elaine stayed just out of Dana's reach then closed in and laid a hard slap across her pert little bottom. She did this again and again, switching hands and cheeks. Dana reached the last climb first and Elaine rewarded this accomplishment with six solid handprints before she began her ascent. In the last straightaway, Elaine feinted towards another spank and when Dana shied away, sprinted past her for the win.

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The last events were the wrestling finals. Susan, Kristy and Billie swept their categories and the games ended on a high note for their team.

As soon as the games ended the slaves were allowed to begin their party. They were isolated off at one end of the ranch against the mountain. The free people got the best real estate for their party and the slaves were kept well away from that. One big tent was the centerpiece of the event. Inside were the tables, the music and, more importantly for Elaine, the food and bar. She ate with Billie and Susan, but Billie soon left. "Need to find me a sweetie for the night," she said and begin to prowl about the room. Susan soon took off on her own hunt and left Elaine alone.

Despite her accomplishments in the games, she still did not have enough self-confidence to approach another girl. And she was a sub, too, and used to being hunted rather than hunting. She looked around the room and caught Natalie looking at her and they exchanged a quick smile. That might be nice, Elaine thought and blushed.

Her reverie was broken by a familiar hated laugh. Kristy was talking to two other wrestlers, big girls, and looking over at Elaine. At one point all three gave her a long and unashamed looking over. Kristy mimicked having a face pushed into her ass, looked at Elaine and all three girls laughed.

Elaine decided she didn't want to be in here with them. She was normally shy and now she had a reason to escape. She took her cup of wine and slipped out the side, thinking of going back to the bus, but not ready to call it a night yet.

She enjoyed the night desert air, the silver and black moonlit landscape and the sense she had had a great day and not even Kristy could sabotage that. She walked deeper into the canyon, occasionally passing girls tangled in the shadows. Moans and sighs seemed to come from each little hidden spot. The farther she got from camp, the fewer moaning shadows until she finally had the desert to herself.

She had come a long way since that cabin in Canada. She was still a slave, but not helpless and beaten down like she was then. No J.J. or Anna, no Sam, though that still hurt. No Roy to give her away, that one didn't hurt as much as she thought it would. She wasn't too happy in "Hicksville, Ill", but had to admit it gave her time to heal and rediscover herself. She was ready for her next adventure, whether it was slave games or something else.

She turned and headed back towards the tent to see if Natalie was still there.

Elaine was almost back and could hear the music playing, when someone leapt from the shadows and grabbed her. In the moonlight she could see one of the big wrestlers Kristy had been talking to in the tent step in front of her. She assumed the other one was the one who had her arm in a painful hold.

"That's her," the girl in front of her said. "She's pretty, ain't she?"

"Yeah," the one holding her said. "I'd love to have this little slut to keep me happy."

"Come on," the one in front said. "Get on your knees, slut."

Elaine resisted, but was not in a good position. Her arm was in a painful lock, Elaine recognized it as one Kristy had used on her a lot. The girl holding her gave it another twist and Elaine had no choice but to drop to her knees.

The one in front of her stepped closer and wiggled her crotch at Elaine's face.

"Kristy says you're a world class pussy licker, I want to see if it's true," she rubbed her wet slit on Elaine's closed mouth. 

The one holding her grabbed Elaine's hair and tightened her grip. It was painful, but Elaine refused to perform. Not tonight, not for them. The big wrestler rubbed her crotch in Elaine's face and Elaine parted her lips. She felt this and, just like Elaine thought she would pushed her clit right into Elaine's mouth.

The tough girl screamed in pain as Elaine bit down hard. Elaine turned her head and pulled back, keeping the nub of sensitive flesh locked firmly between her teeth. Both of the big dommes were too surprised to really be able to do anything. One finally realized that maybe hitting Elaine might get her to let go and started whacking at the back of her head. This just made Elaine drop her head lower and pull down harder on her clit.

Suddenly out of the night came a fist. The fist was belonged to Billie and it came across the face of the one in front. Elaine let go of the clit in her mouth as her would be rapist flew back onto the ground. The pale form of Susan was there and grabbed the other one by the hair and dragged her off of Elaine. The wrestler turned to face Susan and when she did Elaine dropped on her butt and kicked her with both legs using all of her strength. This powerful kick sent her attacker sprawling into a cholla and she screamed as a dozen bits of the cactus broke off and stuck into her bare skin.

The other one lay doubled over on the ground clutching her crotch, a bloody nose almost unnoticed.

"Thanks," Elaine said.

"We knew you were out here alone," Billie said.

"When Kristy sent those two out, we figured we better see where they were going," Susan added.

"Kristy sent them?"

"Well, she was talking to them. Saying some rather frank things about you. Then they got their heads close, Kristy said something to the two and they went out the door. We followed them and found this."

Elaine was steaming. Her Irish temper had finally reached its limit.

She stormed back into the tent. A quick scan of the room found Kristy in one of the corners. She had an increasingly uncomfortable looking Natalie pinned against a wall. This just pissed Elaine off even more. She stormed towards the corner, not thinking of the difference in size or skill, just wanting to hurt that fucking bitch.

There was a table beside where Kristy was working on Natalie. She was doing the same patronizing tracing her finger up and down the arm that preceded many of her nights with Elaine. Elaine picked an empty plastic serving tray off the table. In full stride and with no warning, she brought the tray upside Kristy's head. There was a satisfying crunch of flesh and Kristy's head snapped to the side under the impact. Blood pouring from her nose and a cut on her cheek, a stunned Kristy turned to look at her assailant. As she did and as who it was began to dawn on her, Elaine swung the tray again with a backhand that would have made her middle school tennis instructor happy, smashing into the other side of her tormentor's face. A third swing straight down on the top of Kristy's head broke the tray and sent Kristy sprawling to the ground.

Elaine gave her a strong kick to the ribs and that one seemed so satisfying that she followed it up with another. She was feeling better, but still wasn't done yet. She started looking around for something else to hit Kristy with and saw a chair that looked promising.

"Hold on, Elaine," Billie said and stood between Elaine and the chair.

Well, she could kick her again, Elaine thought and turned back only to find Susan blocking that way.

The room was silent and all eyes were on what just happened.

Kristy rose to all fours. If Billie hadn't been blocking her, Elaine thought it would have been a perfect time for another kick to the ribs. Blood streamed from Kristy's nose and a couple of nasty cuts on her face. She looked blearily up at Elaine.

"That's right, bitch," Elaine spat. "I did this to you. Now, LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" She tried to lunge at Kristy again, but Billie held her back.

Susan reluctantly agreed to take Kristy to the infirmary, where she would join the two others who were making their way there already.

Elaine was fairly confident she was going to be left alone for the rest of the night. She saw Natalie looking at her with a mix of fear and arousal. Elaine walked over to her, hooked a finger in her collar and kissed her.

"This one's mine tonight," Elaine said and left hand in hand with Natalie. She grabbed a blanket from the pile by the door and walked into the night.

"Come on, I know a place where we can be alone," Elaine said.

Natalie didn't say a word as Elaine led her to the spot where minutes before she had been peacefully contemplating life and enjoying her victory. Now adrenaline coursed through her veins and lust clouded her thinking. She grabbed Natalie's collar and began kissing the curly haired slave. 

Elaine devoured Natalie's mouth and Natalie took it all with stunned shock. They dropped to the blanket on the ground, never breaking the kiss. Kissing was great but Elaine needed more and grabbed two handfuls of Natalie's hair and pulled the slave's head down to her pussy. When Natalie resisted, Elaine pulled harder, tightening what she knew was a painful grip and the brunette submitted.

Elaine savored the feel of the other slave's hot mouth on her slit and clit. She loved how Natalie used the broad of her tongue to lap her clit and sometimes forced her down a little more to lap up the juices of Elaine's aching pussy. Elaine climaxed for the first time in weeks, loosening her grip slightly in the curls of her lover. But she was not ready to stop yet and wanted more from the girl. When Natalie tried to lift her head, Elaine grabbed harder and pushed her crotch into the brown eyed slave's face.

As Natalie submitted and pleasured her, Elaine began to understand the appeal of dominating a woman. Natalie was there only to please her, Elaine would make her do what she wanted with no thought to Natalie's wants or needs. Only her satisfaction counted and Natalie was an instrument to bring her pleasure. Elaine rode the lips and tongue of the other woman for another climax then another before finally letting her take a break and letting go of her hair.

Elaine expected Natalie to get up and run away, but instead she worked her way up Elaine's thin body to her small breasts and began to give them the same attention. Natalie might not have been the best at cunnilingus that Elaine had experienced (Amanda would be tough to beat), but what she did to Elaine's sensitive breasts was amazing. Elaine moaned and writhed in pleasure as Natalie went from one to another. Elaine suddenly jolted as she experienced a new kind of orgasm, one she had never felt before and one that came solely from her nipples. She bucked into Natalie, but now it was Natalie who held Elaine down until she had finished.

They both panted and Elaine pulled Natalie up to kiss her.

"That was," Elaine found herself at a loss for words as she caressed the woman beside her.

"I know," Natalie said as she curled up next to Elaine's shuddering body.

For a minute in the desert moonlight they were not slaves, but two beautiful women discovering and pleasing each other.

Elaine wanted to know Natalie, too. She wanted to see her orgasm, to make her orgasm. She broke the embrace and with one hand pushed the brunette against the ground. Natalie did not resist as Elaine slid down her body and spread her legs. Elaine briefly kissed each of the supine girl's nipples and give the fascinating areole a quick circumnavigation with her tongue, making a private vow to come back to them later, and then dove into her pussy.

Elaine knew how to please a woman and eagerly showed her skills. Her hands cupped the amble bottom of Natalie, lifting her crotch into the pleasures of Elaine's mouth. The blue eyed slave watched Natalie's body squirm and shudder as she was brought to first one orgasm then another. She finished with a quick lick up and down each of Natalie's inner thighs then returned to the breasts she had neglected earlier while slowly finger fucking Natalie's wet cunt.

Elaine finally collapsed next to the sweaty, quivering body of her lover for the night and they fell asleep in each other's arms in the cool desert night.

"It's been a good day," Elaine said softly then curled up closer for warmth.

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There was a different mood when they boarded the flight back to the Midwest. The team was happy and excited because they had won the meet and everyone had done well. But the bruised face of Kristy sat off by herself, beaten. Elaine had not done any permanent damage, but her entire face seemed like one giant bruise interrupted by a couple of stitched up cuts. She had been on the wrong end of a beat down and everyone knew it.

Elaine, on the other hand, basked in the glow of her triumphs. Winning in her only event was extremely impressive for her first meet. And there was the wonderful night with Natalie, Elaine could still smell her fingers and Natalie's scent lingering on them. But mostly, it was her beat down of Kristy that made her happy. Not even happy so much as relieved to have a huge weight lifted from her. She wasn't afraid of Kristy anymore, she was not dominated by her presence. Elaine had her revenge and got her safety from Kristy, too. She knew that there might be consequences when she got back to her owner, but it had been worth it.

Michelle had been sold, too. Winston had done the deal on behalf of the absent Barry. A new prize, Amy? Jenny? something like that, would be delivered sometime soon.

The plane landed and Kristy pushed past everyone to be the first slave off. Elaine took her time, not in a big hurry. When she finally exited the plane and was met by a blast of cold, wet Illinois early spring air, she was stopped by Winston.

"You and I are taking a side trip," the head guard said. The other competitors and guards were getting into a van for the ride back to "Hicksville, Ill"; but Winston led Elaine over to a familiar looking black Lincoln.

Sure enough, Zed stepped out and opened the door for her.

"Nice to see you again, slave girl," Zed said by way of greeting. "You're looking much better than the last time I saw you. Nice tan, too."

"Thank you, sir," Elaine said and gave him a quick peck on the cheek as she went past. "That was for the blanket last time." She remembered that small act of kindness on an otherwise horrible night

She climbed in the back and Winston sat up front with Zed.

"So what's the plan?" Zed asked as he started the big car.

"You've got the address," Winston said. "We drop her off. You and I go to Miller's Pub for ribs and a beer then you bring me back to the school."

"You buyin'?"

"The Boss is."

"Alright, let's get going."

Elaine noted that they did not mention bringing her back with them.

They left the airport and headed straight for the city. Elaine wondered what was going to happen to her next. She felt good about her performance at the meet and the time in the sun did her body good. She was not really looking forward to going back to her basement room, but she knew worse things could happen to her.

Eventually, they wound up on Lake Shore Drive and pulled into a swanky looking condominium tower. Zed parked by the back door and Winston led Elaine into the building. He was silent as they got into the elevator. He pushed the button for the 16th floor. Elaine was dying of curiosity but knew not to ask.

They got off and went down the hall to the corner condo. Winston let himself in with a key and beckoned Elaine to follow him.

"Strip," Winston said after he closed the door.

"Yes, sir," Elaine said and removed her dress and sandals.

Winston took them and put them in a bag.

"He'll be here in the morning for you. Don't go anywhere," he picked up the bag and stood by the door. "Be a good slave." He opened the door and turned back to her. "And nice job at the games."

Elaine sighed. Alone again, naked and waiting for a strange man to show up and ravish her. This seemed familiar. She walked to the window and parted the curtains for a look. A half-moon was over Lake Michigan. Below, Lake Shore Drive rolled by, white headlights as the cars approached and red as they drove past. Whoever this guy was, he was loaded. This was about as different from the cabin in Canada as you could get. She hoped it turned out better than that had, too. 

Elaine nosed around the place. The kitchen was stocked and she poured herself a glass of wine. There were two bedrooms, the master bedroom (so to speak) also had a view of the lake. She imagined she would be spending most of her time here, the telltale rings on the corners of the bed were a giveaway. She found a cabinet full of sex toys and aids. Yes, this was where she would be spending most of her time.

Elaine turned up the heat to a comfortable 76 degrees and raided the refrigerator for dinner. She was a little worried, but knew she was too valuable an asset to damage much. She could also use a good solid fucking. For that reason, she hoped Barry was not the one coming tomorrow. She liked Barry, but her owner could not give her what she needed at the moment.

She made a big salad drenched in dressing and plopped in front of the TV. The TV turned onto the local news during the business segment and she was about to change channels when she saw Barry on the screen. She quickly turned the sound on.




Owning Elaine Pt. 04



"...continued between Barry Cox and," Elaine's heart skipped a beat, "Dale West of the Tresken Group over the acquisition of Cox Logistics and Security. They are expected to announce a final deal tomorrow. Sources indicate the value, including stock and cash, could be worth up to half a billion dollars."

A lot of things made a lot more sense to Elaine. A sudden hope welled up inside her, too. The timing of her being here couldn't be a coincidence, could it?

She began to take a closer look around the condo. There was a well-stocked closet, all of the dress clothes did not have sizes, only the tag of a tailor. But she found a pair of Levi's that were 36 waist, 34 length. There was no way Barry was a 34 length, but the proportions were right for Dale. 

It could be. But for how long this time?

Elaine tried to go to bed, but could not sleep. It finally took the rest of the bottle of wine and a pleasant round of masturbation thinking of Dale to relax enough to drift off.

Elaine awoke at nine. Winston had said he would be here for her in the morning, but he didn't say when. If it was Dale, and she really hoped it was, she wanted to make a good impression so the first thing, well the second thing, she did was hop in the shower. She lingered, taking extra care of the details of her body. When she felt clean and beautiful enough, she got out, did her hair and headed to make coffee.

She was greeted by the smell of brewing coffee as she stepped out of the bathroom. Someone was already here. He was here. Elaine hung up her towel, took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders and walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Elaine," came Dale's rich booming voice. "Would you like some coffee?"

He had a big smile on his face and looked Elaine's naked body up and down.

"Good morning, sir," Elaine answered. "Yes, please, sir." She made no attempt to hide her pleasure at seeing him.

"How do you like it?"

Rough and hard, Elaine wanted to answer but instead said "With milk, please, sir."

Dale poured her a mug and added the milk. He handed it to her with both hands and kissed the blue eyed slave.

"You are looking lovely this morning," he said and motioned for her to join him at the table. There was a bag on it from which emanated wonderful food smells: bacon, eggs, butter, a hint of fresh bread, too. Elaine's stomach rumbled audibly.

Dale laughed and Elaine blushed as she sat across from him. He pulled out a wax paper wrapped lump from the bag and passed it to Elaine. She opened it to find a croissant with bacon, eggs, tomato, spinach and cheese. It looked wonderful.

"Go ahead," he said. "A local place down the street," he explained. "A little hole in the wall, as they say, but wonderful food. Poor service, though. But I guess for what they serve I can deal with it."

Elaine attacked the croissant. She was starving and it was delicious.

Dale drank his coffee and watched her. His eyes rarely left her. He studied her eyes as she ate, the movement of the muscles on her lovely neck as she chewed, the rise and fall of her perky nipples with each breath and all of the things that made her a unique human being who he was going to have a chance to explore and know. He smiled in anticipation of his time with this beautiful woman. He would see her smile and get to know her better, then pillage her exquisite body at his leisure.

Dale had opened the curtains so Elaine could look out on a grey, cloudy Lake Michigan. Patches of rain fell here and there, but at least it wasn't snow.

Dale quizzed her about the latest meet. Elaine answered, trying not to be too proud at her achievement, but letting her sense of accomplishment come through. She was interested in his business deal, but as a slave could not bring up the subject.

She finished eating and was ready to be taken when Dale pointed to two bags on the couch.

"Clothes for you," he said. "Get dressed, we are going out."

Elaine went to the bags. It was a nice outfit, Elaine thought as she began to put it on, heavy on the dark colors, though. There were black stockings that came to her upper thighs and a blue denim skirt that fell to mid-thigh. There was no bare leg showing, but no underwear either. She put on a silk tank top when Winston stopped her and removed her collar. He replaced it with a thin black silk one that was barely half an inch wide. Elaine knew it was just to mark her and remind her of what she was. Finally, there was a heavy blue turtle neck sweater that she pulled over her head. Dale watched her the entire time.

"Let's get you ready," Dale told Elaine, "for seeing the town. Bend over," he commanded her, "and flip up your skirt."

"Yes, sir," Elaine obeyed and was ready to be pounded.

"You really are beautiful," Dale complimented her. He took a moment to rub her perfect bottom, feeling the soft flesh.

Dale squirted some lube in her ass and began working it in with two fingers. Elaine was all ready to be fucked hard when she felt the familiar sensation of the hard plastic butt plug being forced into her anus. She relaxed once it was in, but was still bent over with her skirt above her waist.

"That takes care of the back, now let's do the front," Dale said.

He slid a couple of fingers into her slit and began probing and stretching her. She moaned, hoping maybe this time he'd fuck her, but was disappointed again. He pushed something into her vagina, it was plastic and while it was cold to start with, it warmed up quickly once inside her. He finished by putting a G-string thong on her.

"Okay, stand up," Dale said.

"Yes, sir," Elaine was a little disappointed she was not getting fucked, but wondered what else he had in store for her. She stood and smoothed her skirt down.

"Let's test things out," Dale said with a grin. He reached into his pocket and the plug in Elaine's ass began vibrating. Dale saw the surprised look on her face. "That one works," he said and the vibrating stopped. He smiled again and the egg in her vagina began vibrating. "And that one, too."

Elaine was trying to grasp what this meant for the day.

"Let's go," Dale said, "the car is waiting."

Dale held the door for Elaine as she left the condominium and he gave her a quick kiss as she walked by.

It was one of the most enjoyable days in Elaine's recent life. Since she had become a slave, Elaine had generally not been in the civilized world. Her time in the deserts of Nevada or forests of Canada had mostly been with those involved with slaving, even her time in Las Vegas was mostly spent in Roy's house. Certainly her time in "Hicksville, Ill" had been in isolation. She was shy and uncertain, nervous and scared about being around so many people, but Dale was there for her.

Dale was charming, kind and oh-so-good-looking. While most every other man (and woman for that matter) had only been interested in having as much sex with her as soon as possible, Dale actually seemed to enjoy her company. Once Elaine relaxed a little (and two glasses of wine in the car on the way to the Art Institute helped immensely), she found herself talking easily for the first time in months. Dale listened to her, paid attention to what she was saying and laughed at her (few) jokes. She loved the way he looked into her eyes when she was saying something important.

Dale had the controllers for the devices, too, and made use of them as well. Sometimes it was a low setting, just enough to remind her of what she was, as if having her ass and pussy full wasn't enough. Other times, seemingly at random, he would crank up the speeds and it was all Elaine could do not to cum on the spot.

When they arrived at the Art Institute, Elaine was a kid in a candy store. She had a fine arts background and had worked as a graphic designer before Roy. Dale quickly realized that she knew far more about what was here than he did and let her guide him. He held her hand as they walked through the exhibits, he enjoyed the way her eyes lit up when she saw a work she liked or how animated she became when she discussed an artist or technique. He played with the controllers then, too. When she was getting excited, he would turn up the vibrators inside her, he wanted her as sexually hyped as possible.

They spent most of the day at the Institute and emerged for an early dinner at an exquisite restaurant Dale knew. It was one of those restaurants that did not have prices on the one page menu, but since Elaine had no money anyway, she did not worry about that. It was a wonderful meal and the wine Dale kept ordering gave the whole thing a delicious, hazy feel.

Elaine expected to head back to the condo after dinner and get the holy living hell fucked out of her. It had been a great day; but if it ended now, she would have been content. Dale had other ideas and they walked a few blocks to a blues club. They stayed for a set, the first live music Elaine had seen in years, before Dale called for the car and told Elaine it was time to leave. She flashed him her best "fuck me now" look as he helped her into the car.

Dale held Elaine's hand in the backseat of the car as they went back to the condo. It seemed very chaste, almost romantic, except Dale had both vibrators going at near maximum setting for the drive back. Elaine could not even manage a complete sentence as she alternated between fighting the pleasure and embracing it.

When they finally made it back into the condo, Elaine was ready to let go and cum, but Dale turned down the vibrator in her pussy as soon as they entered.

Elaine waited as Dale hung his coat. He pointed to the table.

"Bend over the table," he ordered, "flip your skirt up."

"Yes," Elaine said, she wanted to say "master" but contented herself with a simple "sir."

Dale smiled at her hesitation then walked into the bedroom. Elaine looked out the big living room window onto the skyline of Chicago and Lake Michigan, anticipating Dale inside her. She saw Dale reflected in the window walking out of the bedroom naked, his big cock bouncing in front of him. Elaine closed her eyes, soon.

Dale stepped in behind Elaine. She felt him slide the thong down her legs, letting it hang by her knees. He reached inside her and pulled the vibrator out her pussy. She waited for him to penetrate her, but he waited with the tip of his cock.

"Please fuck me, ma-" she stopped herself. "Please fuck me, sir."

"Do you want to be my slave, Elaine?"

"Oh, yes, sir," Elaine gasped. "Please, sir. Fuck your slave."

"You may call me 'Master'," he said and began slowly sliding into her.

"Oh, thank you, Master," Elaine moaned as he entered her sopping wet pussy.

"I want you, Elaine," Dale said as he filled her. Elaine heard the primal lust in his voice and braced herself for what was going to happen.

The calm and impassive sexual demeanor Dale had shown all day evaporated in Elaine's beautiful body. He used her fast and hard, barely able to control himself as he fucked her. Elaine came almost instantly, the tension of all day was at a fever point, she was wet and eager. One climax followed another until Dale came inside her. 

"Thank you, Master," Elaine whispered.

Dale pulled a napkin off the table and used it to catch the worst of the cum as he pulled out of Elaine, he did not want to get her stockings messy, she supposed.

"Undress," he commanded her.

"Yes, Master," Elaine said.

Elaine began to undress while Dale watched her. Stockings and skirt were first, she was also keenly aware that they were the only clothes she had. She loved calling him Master. Would he buy her? Could he buy her? She realized that her strong performance in the latest games probably upped whatever price Barry would charge for her. Maybe she should not have done so well, but she was not about to base her life on maybes. Maybe Dale would buy her, but most likely she would wind up back at "Hicksville, Ill" and doing well at the games would be better for her life there. She had to deal with what was real.

Elaine pulled off the turtle neck sweater. All she was wearing now was a pair of earrings, a small collar and a buttplug vibrator up her ass. Firm with the resolve not to make any more out of this than it was, she turned to face Dale and all that determination melted. It took all of her self-control not to fall to her knees and beg Dale to buy her.

"Even if it's just for tonight," she heard herself say, not meaning to say it out loud.

"Then it's still good," Dale finished for her.

"Yes, Master," Elaine said and smiled shyly at him.

Dale sat down in a sofa and motioned for her to come over to him. Elaine did and Dale slid the vibrator back in her pussy. He had her climb on the couch and she curled up with him. Their naked flesh pressed against each other and Dale's hands roamed all over Elaine's lovely skin. He turned both the vibrators on and set the controller aside.

Elaine lost herself in the sensations of Dale's expert hands caressing her and the vibrators going inside her. She closed her eyes and rested her hands on his chest then nearly jumped when both vibrators suddenly went from slow to very fast.

"Random setting," Dale explained with a smile.

Elaine could not even muster an answer. He lifted her chin and kissed her deeply.

"Masturbate," he ordered her. "Make yourself cum."

"Yes, Master," Elaine answered.

Elaine shifted positions slightly, resting her head on Dale's broad chest and spreading her legs enough to get access to her crotch. She began slowly, trying to time her work with the vibrators, but they seemed to change speeds every few seconds. That unpredictability was exciting and Elaine soon realized that all she needed was a light touch on her clitoris with the random vibrations and she was there. She moaned and came, vaguely aware that she was drooling on Dale's chest.

After a while, Dale pulled her head away from his chest. Elaine looked down and realized he was hard again.

"Keep playing with yourself," he told her then guided her mouth down to his cock.

"Yes, Master," Elaine said then put his cock in her mouth. It was awkward, but she stretched out a little and that was better. Dale kept a hand in her hair to guide Elaine as she sucked.

The entire experience was overwhelming, there were so many sensations. The vibrators, her masturbating, his cock being forced into her mouth and throat. She wasn't sure if she had multiple orgasms, or one really long one, but Dale was pleased.

He lifted her head off his cock.

"Slave," he said in a tone to get her attention.

Elaine stopped touching herself and managed a "Yes, Master?"

"I want you to take the plug out of your ass," he told her slowly and clearly. "Then I want you to sit on my dick."

"Yes, Master," Elaine said and stood up.

Dale leaned back and watched Elaine work the plug out. She managed to get the painful part done and left the device on a table next to the couch. She was, for the next few seconds, empty in her behind for the first time all day.

She climbed on the couch and straddled Dale. He lent a helping hand and once she was on him, he waited for her to do as she had been instructed. Elaine took a deep breath, gently grabbed his rock hard shaft and guided it to her anus. She knew if she thought too much about it she'd hesitate and make Dale mad and she did not want to anger or disappoint him. Keeping her hand on his shaft, she began to lower herself onto him. She gasped as the tip broke into her. Her teeth clenched as she brought herself down onto his lap.

Elaine had done as she was told and awaited further instruction. Dale smiled at her. He brought her face to his and kissed her. Elaine sighed and relaxed a little.

"Okay," Dale said and gave her butt a light slap.

Elaine started moving up and down on him. She was stretched, but he was big and unlubed and it hurt. Still, she knew what she had to do. Dale leaned back. Elaine expected him to close his eyes, but he kept them open and his eyes, and hands, were always on her. Elaine went slowly, enjoying the attention and feeling of being used. Dale seemed to be okay with the pace, he sighed contentedly as she fucked him. 

"Get off," Dale said finally and gave her ass a light slap.

"Yes, Master," Elaine said and carefully climbed off him and waited further instruction.

Dale got up off the couch. He opened the table drawer, pulled out some lube and squirted it on his cock. He picked Elaine up off the floor and set her down on the couch on her back. He reached over, turned the vibrator in her pussy on high and stood between her legs. He lifted her legs against his chest, her ankles on his shoulder.

Elaine reached down and put his now lubed cock against her ass.

"Please fuck me, Master," Elaine said, "fuck me hard. Hurt me, make me yours."

With one hard thrust Dale rammed his way back inside her. Elaine cried out as he claimed her. Dale was fast, hard and brutal. Elaine was in pain, but it was wonderful. The pain from her ass mixed nicely with the pleasure from her cunt and out of that mix of pain and pleasure came another massive orgasm. Dale had a savage look in his eyes, all he seemed to even recognize was his desire to hurt and fuck Elaine. He came with a deep roar, leaving more cum inside Elaine's small body. 

Dale panted and Elaine gasped as they started to come down. His cock still buried in her ass, Dale grabbed his phone from the rather cluttered table. He dialed then rubbed Elaine's legs while he waited for an answer.

"Barry?" Dale said. "It's Dale. You give me Elaine, I'll sign the contract for the deal tomorrow."

He waited for a second then smiled. "Great. Have a courier bring them by tomorrow," he said and put the phone down.

Elaine looked up at him, hoping what she had heard meant what she thought it did.

"Congratulations, Elaine," Dale said and reached down to rub her small, sensitive breasts, "I am your new owner."

Elaine could not think or even breathe for a moment. She did not have to go back to Hicksville. She was owned by a man who wanted her. A beautiful, strong man who knew how to fuck was her Master. She did not have to go back to "Hicksville, Ill" ever again. 

"Master," Elaine managed to say before losing it and breaking down into body wracking sobs.

Barry slid out of her ass and looked down on the sobbing slave with a little worry. This was not the reaction he was expecting.

"Thank you, Master," Elaine managed to gasp. "Thank you for owning me."

Slowly she regained her composure and Elaine tried to explain all she had gone through and the emotional release of getting away from all the bad had brought. How much of the actual words and events made it out coherently was unclear, but her intent was.

"You are mine now, Elaine," Dale said. "My property," he helped her to her feet and kissed her deeply. "To use as I see fit."

Elaine just nodded.

Dale led her to one of the bathrooms.

"Get cleaned up and be ready for more, slave," he said and kissed her again.

"Yes, Master," Elaine said, feeling that thrill as she said the words.

Dale watched her perfect ass as she walked into the bathroom. He owned that ass now. He'd have to alter the brand in the morning. He took a deep breath and poured himself a drink. He had hammered out the best deal he could with Barry Cox, always trying to keep Elaine out of his mind when he negotiated. Realistically, he did not think he could have wrung anything more from him. The project was going to make both of them lots of money and he got a beautiful slave, too. Still, he would always wonder if he got Barry or Barry got him. But that was the way all good negotiations ended. 

He finished his drink and Elaine emerged from the bathroom. 

"Crawl to me," Dale commanded.

"Yes, Master," Elaine said and crawled across the floor to her owner.

"Look at me, slave," he ordered and Elaine looked up at him.




Owning Elaine Pt. 04



"You are my slave. Do not expect it to be easy. You exist for my pleasure. I will use you hard and frequently. I will let others use you. I told you before that I like the idea of you being the bottom bottom. Expect to be fucked hard and often by anyone I choose."

He paused and looked into her eyes.

"Are you still happy to be my slave?"

Elaine leaned forward and kissed his hard cock.

"Please fuck your slave, Master."

----

Elaine was awoken in the morning by Dale and the aroma of coffee.

"Good morning, Master," she said.

"Good morning, slave," Dale said. "Get up and meet me in the other bedroom in a couple of minutes. There's something I need to do before I go this morning."

She sat up and he handed her a cup of coffee.

"Thank you, Master," she said as he left.

Elaine sipped the coffee then rose slowly from bed. She was definitely sore this morning. But it was worth it, she thought as she used the bathroom. She had a new owner. An owner who really wanted her. She was going to miss Melissa and Billie, but not enough to regret the change.

She made her way down to the other bedroom. When she came into the room, she remembered that he needed to make her his.

"Go ahead and have some more coffee, then we'll get started," Dale said cheerfully.

Elaine stared at the rack in front of her. It would securely hold her legs and torso perfectly immobile. Which was good since Dale had a propane torch and branding kit on the table next to it. She was getting branded again this morning.

Elaine sat down on the bed and sipped her coffee. She was waking up to the knowledge she was going to start her day with pain.

"The courier came by already with your papers," Dale said conversationally. "I am now officially your owner."

Elaine nodded and continued staring at the rack.

"I've got a busy day today. After I'm done with you, I'll need to get dressed and be off to sign that deal with Barry. I'll send you to Phoenix and meet you there tomorrow."

"Yes, Master," Elaine said. She hoped he wrote all this down for her, because she doubted she would remember it.

Elaine drank more coffee. She wasn't too surprised by this. She did not think her new owner would want to have her carrying the mark of her old owner. The pain would be intense, but it also bonded her more closely to her Master. The pain was from him, for him to mark her as his own.

She took a deep breath.

"Okay, I'm ready, Master," she said and walked to the rack.

Dale began strapping her in, securing her to the wood and leather piece of furniture. She thought back on the night Roy had branded her. She was more ready now, she knew this was just part of being owned. 

Once she was secure he began a close inspection of the Roy had burned into her flesh. Without saying anything, he went to his kit and found several wires of different curves and thickness. Next he took some gauze and alcohol and sanitized her brand. The spot felt briefly cool. When Elaine heard him fire up the propane torch, her whole body tensed.

Dale touched her with the hot metal, searing into her soft skin. She yelled and smelled her own burning flesh. But it was over, she thought. Then she heard the torch ignite again. She looked back and saw Dale heating a different bit of wire. The dread was cut short when he marked her a second time and third time with the same piece. These did not hurt as much as the one big iron did, but there was more of them.

Elaine lost count of how many times he marked her. She hoped her ass wasn't covered in burns, but it felt like he had kept it around her old brand. It burned and stung, tears wet her cheeks and her body was afire with endorphins.

"All done," Dale said and set the kit aside. He made no effort to untie Elaine, but instead stepped in behind her and guided his cock to her wet slit.

Elaine moaned as he penetrated her depths. She wanted him to use her, to hurt her. She was his slave now. Dale took his time, sometimes he was agonizingly slow as he slid in and out of her, others he picked up the pace, but always long deep thrusts. Elaine let go and came, happy to be pleasing her Master. He finished and slipped out of her.

"Thank you, Master," Elaine panted. "Thank you for marking me and owning me."

"My pleasure," he said with a smile and began unstrapping her.

Elaine turned and kissed her new owner.

"I have a big day," Dale said, but reached down to hold her unbranded butt cheek. "And need to get ready. You have a flight later, too."

Dale went to the master bedroom to dress. Elaine went to the other bathroom to check out her new brand. She turned and looked at it in the mirror. As a slave, she was relieved it was still not much bigger than the one inch tall 'R' that Roy had branded into her. As a graphic artist, she was impressed with the simplicity and strength of it. Dale had managed to turn the R into a stylized eagle head. It was red and puffy at the moment, but she knew it would heal nicely.

Elaine smiled thinking of her brand and what it meant.

Dale emerged from the bedroom dressed and ready. Elaine just stared, he was absolutely striking in the custom tailored dark suit.

Dale smiled and gave her nipple a quick pinch.

"I have to go," he said. "Keep the brand covered, there's dressings in the bathroom. The driver will be here in two hours with everything you need for your flight. I will see you in the desert tomorrow afternoon, slave."

"Yes, Master," Elaine kissed him as he left.

She looked at the clock, it was 9am, she allotted herself an hour for crying and emotional release, then an hour to get cleaned up and ready.

She finally let down her guard and began to think about all she had gone through since she had been stolen from Hunter's. It took a minute for the full impact to hit her, but once it did, Elaine began sobbing. She was done with the slave games, done with the guards and the girls and the basement rooms and all of that. She had a Master who wanted her. She was not communal property to be doled out to whomever had the best games or a slave competing to have a prize of her own.

***************

Elaine sat at the airport bar and ordered a double bourbon on the rocks. She had never been much of a bourbon drinker before becoming a slave, but she had been given quite a bit of it since then. She was nervous about being around this many people again and needed something to calm her.

The driver had dropped her off at O'Hare. She had a first class ticket for the non-stop to Phoenix. She also had a new driver's license. It was a re-issue of her old one, even with her old Prescott address. That was a lifetime ago. He also gave her a credit card and some cash to get her there. Being suddenly dropped into the huge airport had been a shock for the slave, but she had quickly gained her balance and made it through security without a hitch.

"May I sit here?" a familiar voice asked. Without waiting for a reply, Hunter sat down. 

"I didn't run away, sir," Elaine assured him.

"I know, or if you did, no one has reported you yet. I'm on my way to get one that has," he explained.

Elaine did not know what to say or think. She had spent the last few months being angry at Hunter and Roy and wanting nothing more than to never see them again. Now Hunter was sitting here across from her. She was still angry, but if he had suddenly bent her over the table...

"Elaine," Hunter said, interrupting that train of thought. He paused for a second then said, "I'm sorry."

Elaine had not been expecting that.

"For what?" she asked, even forgetting to add "sir."

Hunter noticed the omission and smiled.

"I'm sorry. I made a big mistake. You were my responsibility at my house. I screwed up and you had to pay the price for my mistake when Syd stole you. My carelessness almost got you killed and I apologize for that." 

"Thank you, Hunter. I'm glad someone finally had the balls and brains to say that." 

"I like you, Elaine, and it bothers me that you were stolen on my watch. You were obedient and trusting and I made a huge mistake." 

Elaine took a big drink of her bourbon and held back the tears when she asked "Why did you give me to Freddie?"

Hunter looked pained.

"We were out of options," he explained and quickly ordered a beer when the server came by. "Our number one priority was taking out The Studio. We did not know if we could find you, but we knew if we took it out at least you could not wind up there. The problem was, that sort of thing is expensive to pull off and in our line of work you simply cannot go to the bank and ask for a loan. The only person who could pull off what we needed was Freddie and Freddie specifically demanded you as payment."

Elaine said nothing while she tried to digest this.

"I really think he did it mostly to be a dick to Roy. Roy bugged him since Faybio got killed and if he could take the one thing Roy valued most, he could hurt him back. We didn't have much of a choice, so we agreed."

This sort of made sense and made her feel a little better. She was still upset that Roy did not protect her, but she understood a little more behind why he gave her up. Really, she was happier being away from her first Master, but it was good to get some closure.

"What are you going to do about Syd?" Elaine asked, changing the subject.

"He's working for me at the moment. It was either that or kill him and I don't do that when I don't have to. Still, I think someone will wind up putting a bullet in him someday, maybe even me. He's just that kind of guy. I'm not overly fond of him, but he's useful. I guess he's the new Faybio."

"Do you know he raped me at the cabin after you sent him to pick me up?" 

Hunter shrugged his shoulders. "We told him not to, but it doesn't surprise me." 

"Are you going to do anything about it?" 

Hunter shrugged again. Elaine could tell that it did not really matter to Hunter. She should have been angry or hurt, but she knew his view of slaves and her place. The apology was nice, but she just wanted to be away from Hunter and Roy and all of the things that had happened before. 

"You were a slave without an owner," Hunter explained. "He was perfectly within his rights. I would have done the same thing." 

"Well, I have an owner now and I hope he does a better job of taking care of me than Roy did," Elaine snapped.

"Or me?" Hunter asked.

"You were never my owner," Elaine replied.

"Listen, Elaine. Don't get your hopes up too high for decent treatment from him," Hunter told her. "Whoever he is, he bought you. And he paid a lot of money to do so. He is going to do his utmost to get every penny's worth out of you. Men who buy women want someone who can never say no to them. Your life may be different with him, but it's not going to be easy."

Elaine did not say anything. Hunter made a good point, but she was already on her way to her new owner. She would have to take her chances.

"How is Red doing as a slave?" Elaine asked, thinking about Amanda.

"She has her moments. I still need to remind her of her place now and then. She's a spirited woman and will keep me on my toes. Any message for her?" 

Elaine thought for a minute. "No. But the next time you whip her, give her an extra 50 for me." 

Hunter laughed. "I will." 

Elaine finished her drink and rose. "I need to catch my flight," she said by way of explanation.

Hunter rose, too.

"Elaine, may I have one last kiss for old time's sake?" he asked her.

Elaine thought about everything he had done to her, how many times he had hurt her and filled her. She nodded. She would always think of him fondly, as a real man.

Hunter lifted her chin, looked into her beautiful blue eyes and gave her a long, lingering kiss that left Elaine's knees weak. Without another word, Elaine turned and hurried to her gate.

------

Elaine spent five happy and intense years with Dale before he was ready to move on. To be honest, she was ready at that point, too. It had progressed as far as it could as Master-Slave and neither wanted to think about taking it beyond that. When Dale told her he was going to sell her, she asked if she could buy her freedom. He'd said he'd look into it. A week later, he brought her some papers to sign and she was free.

Elaine had no idea where the money came from. She supposed it was from the money her parents had left her when they died. She was not sure what she wanted to do with her life at this point, but she knew she was done being a slave. She had been put up in a hotel in Las Vegas until they could get her IDs and the basic sort of things needed to live in the real world. There had even been an Association counselor to assist her in transitioning back to life as a free woman. She still got out about town, too, but always came back to her suite. It was nice to be free, to not have to worry about suddenly being forced to suck a cock or take it in the ass.

Elaine received a visitor at her suite on a Thursday afternoon. It was Greg, the numbers and money man from Roy's operation. He'd had Elaine when she had been a slave and she had rather enjoyed him, but she was free now and he knew it.

"Elaine Galway," he said and opened his briefcase, "you are a very rich woman."

"I don't think my parents left me that much money," Elaine said.

"They didn't. That's still there, but that's peanuts," Greg said with a dismissive wave of his hands. "I'm sure you remember our old enemy Mark. Mark died in a 'hunting accident' and having no surviving immediate family, left everything he owned to Sam Longfellow."

"Really? His name was 'Longfellow'?"

"I am told it was quite appropriate."

"Greg, you have no idea."

"Mark left everything to Sam. Sam Longfellow died in a 'snowmobiling accident' in Canada about five years ago and left everything to you, including some of his less than legal interests. It has been held in trust since then. The total value is, impressive."

Elaine was stunned. Sam had made her rich.

"I can go over everything with you and have the accountants and lawyers do the same. But, tell me, Elaine; given your experience, possession of the necessary infrastructure, and sudden liquidity; would you consider getting into the slaving business?"

*****

Author's note: End of Owning Elaine, but not the end of Elaine. Look for more stories to come in the future!

Thanks to Jim for his input and to Ashleigh_xoxo for being my editor.