****** The Barmaid ****** Provided By: BDSM_Library www.bdsmlibrary.com Synopsis: She didn't anything to provoke him, but he wasn't the simple bar customer he was pretending to be: he was studying her, because he wanted her...­ And he had her! The Barmaid (M/f, Abd, NC, Pony, ChastityB, Abuse) By Kray Kray20@lycos.com 0 Intro She didn't anything to provoke him, but he wasn't the simple bar customer he was pretending to be: he was studying her, because he wanted her... And he had her! 1 To the centre (M/f, Abd, NC, ChastityB, Pony, Abuse) By Kray Kray20@lycos.com "Your business, of course, but let me insist. She's not ready yet!". They were completely careless of the poor Sonya, far from their feet less than half meter. A steel chain linked between her black leather collar and the eyebolt on the floor was constricting her there, on her knees. But she wasn't caring about it in that moment. Nor the pony-girl outfit which was humbling whole he body was a trouble anymore. Even the terrifying slobbering interest of the principal's snarling dog had wiped off from her mind along those few endless seconds. Few seconds in which the light of hope just bleached deep inside her heart while seeing a familiar face for the first time in three months, had suddenly thrown away as soon as she heard him friendly speaking with the slave driver who have had so great care about her along those last months of hysteria. What's happening? She would surely exclaimed if the pitiful red ball-gag wasn't preventing her in breaking the silence rule, so that sparing her the umpteenth painful punishment. Her fine body was all over still carrying on the signs of the closer of them, while the most part of the older of them had faded down by the weeks. Starting from the first hours of her arrival her torturer had forgiven her nothing. Every slight fault had been punished promptly, even before she was still aware that such rules were existing. Seeing him has to have reawakened in Sonya's mind the dozed hope of an escape from that awful place in which, she has learned, only pain and degradation have room. But just a tick later that feeble expectation has turned in disbelief and renewed desperation. He was one of them! And which was his relationship with her capturers? The worst one, of course! But why? She has always been very kind with him. She never provoked or offended him! She always reserved him broad welcome smiles, and she never missed greeting him at his arrivals and departs from her coffee-bar, always elegantly avoiding at all of fooling in him. And now! Now she was discovering that is him the real cause of that craziness. "Let me train her properly. A slave needs to be broke. You prevented me even from having her to fuck!" "She's yours, ok, but training has to be training, not a picnic! You wonted her fully pierced, and this is ok, but piercings are done still to hung weights, but no! Because you wanted to be the only one to torture her nipples and her pussy! Hence now she doesn't know anything about sexual behaviour toward a Master" "I only could slip her up some trifle anal plugs in order to make her to bring the pony-girl tail, and those idiot special designed kind of love-ball you gave me for her! What's the mean of it just you know it!" "You are definitively unsuited to be a slave owner!". In that moment the principal's dog had the opportunity to approach closer to her, so close that its hot breath was hitting her face, which she just bowed in retrieved fear and self-protection. He replied him while he was switching between the beautiful shiny black animal and Sonya, and ignoring the dog menaces he begun stroking her belted head in reassurance. "Yes, it's truth! I like her. Even my dog wants her. I'm having to keep her enough distant from it in order to have it performing its duties with the other slaves. When it smell her scent it goes crazy... Very often I've been about to release it and let it have your slave. She gets something strange... give her to me!". . While he was speaking with the centre trainer, he was sensing a sort of slight unconscious stiffness in Sonya head under his hand. It would be a comprehensive reaction from someone who discovers the responsible of such a plight, but isn't a suitable attitude for a slave toward his Master... Had perhaps the principal right about her training? He stroked harder her head in scoffing, worsening so that her disbelief, and eventually he even escaped a mocking laugh and which she was still carrying over, well fastened to her pony-girl suit he escaped anew to laugh . "That's all we needed! A training without real training but full of orgasms! I personally checked she was always prevented to come at all! This is not a vacancy place for slaves!" "So, look at me. I've a proposal for you..." . "I'm making you a proposal! My reputation has never been matter of discussions! Do not dare to offend me this way more over!" "I grant you your bill for her sojourn at the centre, and I twice it cash, and you may choose another slave among those still unassigned. You may even decide to gain it hereafter if at present there wouldn't be any one suitable for your tastes... But I swear you that in this period I have such beauties in my stalls that in less than one hour you'll step out of here carrying a stunning mannequin, throughout trained and subjugated and craving for having sex... any kind of sex, with you". in that exact instant Sonya's neck had a sudden froze, her head had completely stiffened under his caresses: He wickedly did a step backward, and again that snorting black muzzle kept back damping Sonya's cheek. A desperate scared wine against a terrifying snarl. No escape no options! If she was remained there, that monster would surely have his monstrous beast performing monstrousness over her like he already does with the other slaves and for sure it would be still worse with her! This time was the principal who drew back his dog by the strong leash. And this time the little creature immediately threw toward her Master as the only right place into the world. "My dog wants her so sturdily that I would have to leave her into its kennel at least for the next month... She would have a lot of fun, believe me! And don't worry for her, it never bite who gave it what it wanted". All signs of resistance were disappeared. At his feet there was a slave harnessed in black leather, chained knelt on the floor, with her arms harshly constricted behind her back, with her head trapped into a leather grid which was forcing a rubber ball between her jaws, who's vagina was still hiding and necessarily cuddling a metal sphere, beat along three months, who, unworried of having eventually found the real responsible of her present plight, was moaning and rubbing herself like a pet toward his legs in the desperate attempt to be accepted as his slave. . Yes, yes, yes yes, she only could nod her cheek and her black hair against his trouser, wining and weeping. He was still mocking her, but she was too scared to get aware of it. ... !!!! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yeeeeees! She was almost scratching her cheek against his leg. "SHIT !. So... pay your debt and bring her out of here! And remember... You may bring back her here whenever you want, but it will be the last time: next time she will enter into the centre I will never let her go. An this is my last word!". By Kray ... Any comment of yours would be really appreciated ... Kray20@lycos.com 2 Going Home (M/f, Abd, NC, Pony, ChastityB, Abuse) By Kray Kray20@lycos.com He's unable to remain more over far from her. He waited for almost one year. At first he had to know her habits, and then he waited more over the perfect occasion. Then he had to leave her into the training centre to dispel any suspicious over him. Now he couldn't stand anymore, he had at least to see her. Hence he brought her into the passengers' room of his personal jet. So that he might enjoy the plight of his new and special slave during whole the journey. Comfortably sat onto his roomy armchair, he was admiring his prey. He had tied a chain to the airplane roof and he linked there her collar, compelling Sonya to display herself just in front of him standing on her high heeled black knee- high boots. He would have been able to touch her just raising one hand, but he was avoiding it yet. He has desired her so fervently that he wanted savouring her with systematic mind, starting at first from her view. . Despite he was having his sexual dream so close, instead of becoming excited, he was relaxing more and more. The sight of that slender body more naked than dressed, wrapped by that multitude of leather tongs and D-rings and padlocks and chains was for him the substantiation that he was eventually owing her. Moreover, there were a lot of more evidences comforting him further: Her arms were cruelly crossed behind her back, in the way so that both back of her ands were brushing the opposite shoulder blade; from her ass was still hanging down a pony-tail, which was witnessing the undesired presence at least of an anal plug up inside her; the crotch-strap which was preventing the anal plug to slip out from torturing her ass was the same which was constricting the special designed love-ball apparatus inside her love canal, and the electronic circuit was still switched on, and her efforts in pulling the internal metal sphere before it shocked again her inner most were well perceptible from his comfortable position. The metal sphere was kept in place by an elastic rubber support, a kind of thin stretchable cylinder bolted to the crotch-strap. They lasted three months that she was forced to fight against it, pulling desperately at the metal sphere with the only strength of her vaginal muscles, striving each time to gain enough elongation of the rubber cylinder in order to avoid the dreaded spark. The overt view of Sonya's abdomen rhythmical contraptions was cuddling and relaxing over him like a sweet music. She only was able to raise her defeated eyes to her master. She was even unable to think anything, she could barely understand his words. But even if she was able to articulate something in her mind, what could she do with? . She simply obeyed, automatically, as she learned doing at the training centre. She was slowly sway, in a silent sad dance around, slowly showing her master her flank, with its many leash stripes all over, but chiefly over her lustful shaped haunch and thighs. Despite he asked to be the only in charge to torture her tits, he noticed some 'casual' stripes along whole her lateral chest up to her tit side. Never mind, he was enough satisfied having avoided her worse abuses, which, in the case he considered to get her through by his hands. Then her back was to his inspection. Her arse, trapped between the crotch-strap and the well tightened waist band which was exalting its roundness and defenceless, was almost uniformly swollen by the continuous spanks and whips, and the leather fringes tail spurting from inside it was crowning that masterpieces of lust. Bus weren't these the only improvements of it With her back sensually arched and her stunning legs straight and widened, she bent down, so that the last surprise became in good view: a couple of golden piercing rings, 2.5 cm of diameter, were digging beside the anal entrance, like two knocker in the await of guests. . Although those poor arms crossed and so up constricted and tied there were arousing pity, they were also inspiring him an intoxicating sense of power over her, so that he was torn about it. Yes, she meekly nodded him, well knowing how awful is the punishment for a lying slave Yes again, but with a certain degree of hesitation <... If I would slip out the ball-gag from your mouth, would you blindly obey me?> Yes... Of course! The ball-gag slipped out, and although its presence was still impending just below her chin, her relief was immediate. She was almost continuously wearing it from weeks. He handed her lips some water to drink, then he remained there, upright behind her back whole the time she needed to recover her jaw functionality. "M... Master... T... This pony is by now used to keep his arms tied like this for 6 hours periods, with an hour or two of recover..." She fought the weep and "T... This pony will blindly obey his Master". He loosened so that her arms, slowly, to avoid any possible injury. Then he gave her collar chain a good slack and he unlocked almost every padlock all over her suit, and he even switched of the love-ball controller system. Eventually he returned comfortably sat onto his armchair. she needed a little more time to answer him a relieving "Yeeees, yeeees, Masteeeeer". A long series of sniffles witnessed the terrible humiliation she had undergone at the centre being forced of thinking about herself in terms of an animal. But it is not poor thing for someone who just tasted an animal existence! . It was an hard job to slip out those devices from her inner most in front of a 'new' stranger, moreover in front of someone who was considered out of suspicious not more than a couple of hours before. But the idea of having a shower was the dominant impulse. He was true to his word. Leading her by the chain leash always linked to her collar, he had her relieving her bladder and having a hot shower into the little but well furnished airplane bathroom. Barely wiped and still with a dry towel around her head, he returned her in the same place as before, chained to the roof, naked, standing in front of his comfortable armchair. She was even somewhat dazed since he had still carefully avoided touching her, despite her manifest defencelessly. She could only suppose his deliberate choice to wait in order to savouring those moments at the most. A glimpse of alarm got through her eyes, but what could she do about? . The glimpse of alarm hadn't even had the time to turn into fear that he gave her his next order. . Yes, the stockings were so dainty, delicately embroidered, so finely fascinating that every woman would desire wearing and show them: and the garter belt too was indeed a manufacture masterpiece, black transparent, almost impalpable like the hoses, but the problem were the souses: Black, heeled and elegant, of course, but the ankle laces were not conceived simply to buckle them, they were indeed strong leather ankle cuffs, and the buckles were still mounting key holes. No way! The chain which was securing her neck to the roof was still disarming her spirit. Humbled, she obeyed. Upright in front of her owner she performed her first duty for him. She picked up and she wrapped the garter belt around her narrow waist and she buckled their hooks just before to spin it in the right position. Then, slowly and shedding silent warm tears, one after the next she elegantly slipped those comfortable transparent black, embroidered stockings that she carefully pulled them up and linked them to the garter belt's straps. If only he hadn't to recover all those days of apprehension, he couldn't have resisted to such a kind of show, and she would have already capsized her over a seat with his rage between her thighs. But he was exhaust. He was draining adrenaline out. His mind was deeply enjoying those moments, but his body wasn't following it in the usual way. He only was able to relax and relax admiring his capitulated prey.. He had whole the time he wanted at least, for the moment he was preferring fully enjoying her unforeseen extreme subjugation. And eventually she clicked the beautiful souses to her ankles, well knowing that it wasn't the last submission act she had to perform toward who was definitively owing her. She had right guessed: Two pair of leather cuffs: one joining together her wrists, one keeping close her elbows about 10 cm. Still giving him her back, she felt his hands grasping her leash and her hobbled elbows Since he hadn't released her yet, she couldn't attempt anything than speaking "M... Master... This... ehm... I ... I swear, Master... I'll be quiet, Master... I'll be quiet and in silence as long as you plan... Master... ... Thank you, Master, for this undeserved kindness" . He felt proud having prevented the trainer from removing her pubic hairs, she was incredibly sexy with that black tuft among black garter belt and black stockings hung up by black straps. He enjoyed that show, together with that performed by his prey who was showing him her golden rings that were entrapping her rose nipples. He demanded a special piercing for her nipples: they were double piercing. Each nipple was pierced either horizontally and vertically, a sort of crossed piercing. Both were executed when the nipple was sucked up inside a syringe, so that the nipple was pierced below its base. The piercing bars ended in a thin steel ring which was encircling the nipple below its natural base, this way the nipple was permanently elongated. Sonya's nipples were actually 1,5 cm long, and they weren't erected yet! Moreover, to the ring which was encircling the nipple base, was bolted a second ring, a golden ring, two cm. of diameter, through which was possible to easily thread a finger, even if in order to do this, it was mandatory to squeeze the long nipple! Even the rings at the sides of her anal entrance were of the same measure. The only one littlest was that which was declaring Sonya's clitoris property of her Master. Not even those sewed into her inner and outer labia were less than two cm. . Only that one which was constricting her sensitive button outside of its protection hood was thin and little. . She found a sort of elegant kindness in his movements for helping her to lift her right knee and support her foot over his armchair, in order to offer him right view of his properties. So shy as her nature was, she was finding a lot of difficulties on putting in display her most intimate spots even in front of her lover, but three months under that cruel being were enough to persuade anyone that to obey was the lesser of two evils. And she had to admit that, despite the insult of having abducted and enslaved and having had her trained into that awful place, she felt a sense of protection when he kept her face between his hands to better admiring the rings which were trapping her nose's septum and tongue. Still, both large enough to allow a finger through. He got a sudden surge of adrenaline. That sweet kind face which he has desired along all those months was eventually between his dominant palms! Her middle length hair were tickling his wrists, and her dark green eyes were staring hopefully at him. . Terrorized, she knelt in place, and she waited he leaded her to the floor, around his feet, where, physically and morally exhaust, she silently wept in despair. But just before she felled asleep, when our mind is about to fly away and we are more receptive of whatever is arriving either from all the world around than from our own inner, she had a foreign sensation of comfort and protection, feeling him gently threading a little pillow under her chin and wrapping her basically naked body into a warm blanket. By Kray ... Any comment of yours would be really appreciated ... Kray20@lycos.com Review_This_Story || Email Author: Kray ****** MORE_BDSM_STORIES_@_SEX_STORIES_POST ******