Characters In This Chapter
- Shadow: Millionaire business owner; trains slaves as a hobby.
- Rita: Gorgeous redheaded slave with a piss-poor attitude. Currently owned by Spellbook Slaves and assigned to their sex-slave rental stable
Rita stood silently and motionless watching Shadow, her master for the previous week, fill out a report documenting her performance. Her silence was ensured by the oversize ball shoved into her mouth; it being the business end of the harness ball-gag he had crammed into her. After forcibly getting the ball into her straining mouth, he had pulled the straps very tightly around her head. They were tight enough that she was sure they would give her a headache if they remained on for much longer. That was almost a certainty considering he planned to return her to Spellbook Slave Rentals after he completed the report card, and he seemed to be writing quite a bit so it was doubtful that he would finish any time soon. Not that she was going anywhere.
Spellbook Slave Rentals was a division of Spellbook Slaves & Games. SS&G was one of the leading slave stores located in Eastlake, Oklahoma. It was owned by Mike West, a licensed slave trader who had been one of the first to see the business opportunities offered by the passage of the White Slave Act of 2000 (WS2000), and had jumped into the business as soon as female slavery became legal in the U.S. The slave rental aspect was the new version of prostitution, and while it was reasonably profitable for Mike, single-handedly, Rita was giving it a bad reputation. Rita was gorgeous, so killing her or turning her into a torture slave seemed like a waste of an expensive asset. As a last-ditch effort to salvage his investment, Mike turned Rita over to Shadow for additional training in being a good slave. It had been a painful learning experience for her, but it appeared to have been worthwhile.
She shrugged her shoulders, trying to ease the cramp in her shoulder blade. The cramp came from the fact that her elbows were touching behind her back, as were her wrists, each held tightly together by heavy leather cuffs that were padlocked closed. She had slightly more freedom with her feet, as they had about a foot of chain between the cuffs on her ankles. Not that that mattered tremendously, he had ordered her to stand still and she was not in the mood to prompt a repeat of the recent obedience-assistance method he had demonstrated on her. Obedience-assistance, my ass. A whipping is a whipping no matter what its called. As that thought passed through her mind, she tried to rub her ass to sooth the burn that remained as a reminder of the terrible session she had endured earlier in the week.
He had bound her, naked of course, onto an L-shaped contraption about three feet in height. It was made from a heavy metal pipe that extended vertically from the center of a four-foot square platform. That pipe was topped by a small horizontal platform about three inches by one foot, which was lightly padded and covered in leather.
Her feet had been spread to a bit more than shoulder width, then secured to the edges of the platform she was standing on. He forced her to bend over at the waist while keeping her legs straight. The horizontal platform had been adjusted to her waist’s height. The vertical pipe was placed directly between her breasts, then placed lengthwise so that the leather covered horizontal piece began between her breasts, extending backwards, so that it ended just before reaching her hips. That placement prevented her from bending her legs. Her wrists were locked to the base of the vertical post, directly below her breasts. Since her feet were pulled forward, almost halfway to the vertical post, it had the effect of forcing her ass to jut out to the rear, leaving her ass, pussy and legs totally exposed. A strap connected to the platform under her breasts came up across the back of her neck then back to where it started. Once tightened, it prevented her from sliding forward and also held her tightly in the bent over position.
She had spent the next hour or two screaming and writhing, and when she wasn’t screaming she was counting. She was counting out loud each one of the whip strokes he was laying onto her exposed flesh. Then there was the begging. She had begun to learn how to beg in earnest by the end of that session. She was actually getting good at it. All because of six little words.
He had ordered her to give him a blowjob. Although she complied, albeit reluctantly, he hadn’t been satisfied with it. Oh, he had come, and he made her swallow every speck of it, then lick his cock clean, but he berated her, telling it had been a terrible performance. As a result, he had forced her to “practice” on a large dildo almost continuously for the rest of the afternoon. He had allowed her short breaks, but by the end of the afternoon, her mouth and jaw ached from sucking on the dildo furiously. She was sucking furiously because of the gauges attached to the dildo with which he could tell how much pressure her lips were exerting on it and the amount of suction she was creating. He set the controls and if she fell below the amount he had set, she received terrible shocks in her pussy until she got the gauge back to where he required it. He had been raising the requirements all afternoon. Late in the day he stopped her and told her to do him again. That was when she got into trouble. All she said was, “Please let me rest a minute.”
He grabbed a handful of her long, luxurious red hair, pulled her to her feet with it and dragged her to the L-bar thing where he secured her. After she was properly secured, he disappeared for a minute before returning with a riding crop in his hand. “So you want to rest for a minute? How barbaric of me not to have thought of it, that you might want to rest.” She wasn’t positive, but she didn’t think he was being completely truthful. “You may rest for as long as you wish, while I suffer from need of your services.”
She silently shuddered. Oh no….this doesn’t sound good at all.
“And while you are resting,” he continued, ” I will help you remember that you are a slave and that slaves respond to their masters instantly, without comment or objection. This obedience assistance lesson will serve you well in the long run.”
With that, he brought the riding crop down viciously hard, laying a bright red stripe across both cheeks of her ass. Rita shrieked in surprise and pain, bucking against her restraints. Before she had a chance to recover he delivered a second, then a third stroke, each one causing a howl of pain to erupt from her.
He then moved in front of her and squatted down to talk to her. He pulled her head up by her hair so she was looking him in the eyes. Tears were already running down her face. She wisely said nothing, waiting for him to speak. “While you are resting”, he said with his voice dripping with sarcasm, “I will continue your obedience-assistance lesson. Its for your own good. You understand, I’m sure. You do want me to continue, don’t you?” Rita knew this was NOT the time for petulance or even minor attempts at disobedience. Accordingly, she gave what she knew was the only acceptable response, which was to say, “Yes, please master.”
Satisfied with the response, he leaned forward to kiss her on the lips. Her response was tepid. Annoyed with her kiss, or more accurately her lack of a kiss, Shadow rose to his feet and returned to his position behind her. The only warning she received was his softly spoken words, “That was not a very passionate kiss.” With that, he brought the riding crop up between her legs in an uppercut that started at the floor. Had it been a punch delivered in a boxing ring, it would have ended the fight. The crop landed precisely on target, burrowing deeply between her nether lips. The wave of pain that exploded into her body was unlike anything Rita had even heard about, let alone experienced. The shock of it was so great it literally took her breath away. She couldn’t even scream. She froze, rigid from the pain, unable to breathe for a few seconds. Her breath returned in the form of short, desperate pants while tears streamed from her eyes. Unable to do anything to ease the pain, she unconsciously pumped her ass in the air.
Shadow stood back admiring the picture of her pumping her ass and writhing on the L-bar after only four strokes. Watching her made him as hard as a rock. After a brief hesitation, he decided on a minor change of plans. No point in delaying my pleasure, I can prolong this lesson a bit longer than I planned, then get another blowjob later. With the decision made, he quietly removed his pants then returned to stand directly in front of her. “Lick me. Get me wet,” he ordered. With some difficulty, Rita managed to raise her head high enough that he could step forward to meet her extended tongue. She licked him quickly, hoping he would tell her to complete the job and end this episode. He didn’t. Instead, he stepped away from her then walked behind her. Once behind her, he grasped her hips, then maneuvered his rampant cock to rest at the entrance of her ass. Because her ass was burning from the whipping she had just received, she didn’t feel his cock resting on her. He then simultaneously pulled himself into her and thrust his hips forward. She wasn’t ready for him which, surprisingly, saved her from a fair amount of pain. Had she known his intentions, she would undoubtedly have clenched her sphincter muscle. Regardless, he would still have entered her, even if a little more brutally. As it was, the minimal lubrication she had provided with her tongue was enough to spare her from some tearing, but her almost relaxed muscle parted easily enough to spare her the worst effects.
Shadow knew she was inexperienced in anal fucking, and he was willing to bet she disliked it. He was right in concept, but wrong in the specific; she hated it. That made absolutely no difference, of course. He pumped her ass with his cock, occasionally leaning over her to reach her breasts to squeeze them and to pinch her nipples. The short whipping session had gotten him surprisingly hot, which caused him to finish with her rather quickly. That only made him resolve to take his time later when she was blowing him, and to prolong that enjoyment.
He stepped in front of her, once again pulled her head up using her hair and commanded; “Open”. When she did, (quickly enough), he entered her mouth giving the order; “Lick me clean”. She accomplished that task with her gorge rising only once, which she managed to put down before fully upchucking. Thank God for small favors. If I had puked on him he probably would have made me clean it up with my tongue. She was right.
When she finished cleaning him, he put his pants back on and announced, “Ok, back to business. Look at me.” That order made her strain her neck to raise her head high enough to see him. “Here are the rules. When you are sufficiently rested, you will give me another blowjob. If I don’t like it, we do this all over again. While you are resting, I will continue your training session as necessary.” As he said that, he wiggled the riding crop to emphasize the point. “If I do use this, you will count each stroke out loud immediately after receiving it, then politely ask me for another. I will ask you questions from time to time and I expect properly worded answers. No grunts or sarcasm. Only polite, respectful responses. For this session, you are free to volunteer comments or ask questions to enhance the learning experience. If I strike you and you do not properly count the stroke, or you count the wrong number, we begin all over at one. I have a target number in mind that you will receive, so counting to it correctly the first time will be very much in your interest. Since I am a kind and forgiving master, and allowing that I have only just now explained the requirements expected of you, I will give you the benefit of telling you the current count if I need to. If you can tell me the correct count now, I will reduce your target by two. What is the current count?”
“You have given me four so far master”.
She had barely uttered the word master when he lashed her again across her ass. She yelped and jumped, then tensed her muscles expecting another one. It took her a second or two to catch her breath. Shadow gave her the time she needed, but when it was evident she would say nothing, he unleashed a torrent of eight or ten blows as quickly as he could. She howled in pain, thrashing and bucking her body as much as her bonds would permit. She was crying loudly when he finished. “And now what is the count?” He asked very quietly.
He allowed her to cry for a minute as she struggled to control herself. When she succeeded in that effort, he stood over her, gently rubbing her firm, smooth ass. He moved his hand between her legs to very softly caress the folds of her lips. He worked his way to her clit and gave it a very pleasant tweak. “I asked you what the current count is, slave. What is it?” Rita hesitated, not knowing the answer. Finally she reluctantly admitted the truth. “I don’t know master.”
“Can you tell me all of the errors you have made in the past two minutes?” he asked in a pleasant voice. As he spoke he continued his gentle massage of her pussy, getting her wet with arousal. Unsure of herself, Rita slowly answered, “I lost count of the strokes”. As she thought about what he had just said, his words came back to her. She realized he had asked her twice what the count was and she had not answered the first time. She quickly added “And I didn’t answer you the first time you asked.” He didn’t say anything, but he continued to caress her pussy.
He moved away from her to where he could get a good swing at her ass and gave her another lash, but not overly hard. “What is the count now?”
She stammered, “I don’t know master.”
He lashed her again, somewhat harder. She jerked. “I don’t know master.”
He struck her again, this time with some force. She gasped.
“What is the count?”
“I don’t know master.” Now she was starting to get desperate. Clearly she was missing something and evidently he would continue to whip her until she figured it out.
Again he struck. When her breathing calmed he asked again, “What is the count now?” “I don’t know master, please tell me.” This time he changed his point of aim from her ass to her pussy. He struck her hard. She howled in pain, thrashing desperately, trying to ease it somehow. He rested his hand on her ass again then massaged it gently. After a minute he gently, gently rubbed her lips and inserted his finger, moving it to toward her clit while he moved it in and out. He stimulated her clit, increasing her flow for a minute, then took her clit between his thumb and forefinger. He gently squeezed it while tugging on it. She moaned with pleasure involuntarily, beginning to hope he would enter her. He held her clit softly. Then he mashed it painfully between his thumb and forefinger. He maintained the painful pressure, leaned forward to bring his mouth closer to her ear and whispered, “The count was one.” He stood, moving away from her again. She sobbed softly knowing what was coming.
It came like a slice of fire across her ass. She screamed in agony yet managed to convert the scream into the word ‘one’. He said nothing. After a minute, he struck her again. She blurted out the word ‘two’.
“No”, he bellowed, emphasizing his displeasure with a very hard strike on her pussy. “No, no, no.” With each repetition of the word he struck her hard on her pussy.
He returned to her side and once again took her clit between his fingers. This time there was no gentleness, he mashed her cruelly for a minute before speaking. “You stupid cow. Do you have one functioning brain cell or did you spend you life as a free woman using your pussy for your thinking? I just got through explaining to you how this was done. Instead of using my fingers like this, perhaps I should use a pair of pliers. Would that help you think?”
In a desperate panic, Rita began pleading. “No master, please don’t use pliers on me, I will do this correctly. I swear, I will try harder to please you. I just wasn’t ready for all this, please give me another chance. Please.” While she was pleading she tried to think what it was she had been doing wrong. Then it dawned on her. In a last-ditch hope she was correct, she quickly added, “The count is one master, may I please have another?”
He instantly released the painful pressure and replaced it with a moistened finger gently rubbing her lips. She was so sore by this time that even the gentle stimulation he was rewarding her with was occasionally painful. The pleasure soon won over. He continued giving her pleasure for a few minutes before moving away again. He stood watching her then with no warning he struck her again. It was not a very hard strike, but her ass was very sore by now so it was still quite painful. She rested for a moment trying to buy some time while she was still breathing hard. He didn’t fall for it. “You take too long”, was all he said and unleashed another terrific blow upward into her pussy. She shrieked in agony. But she had heard his words and she wasn’t totally stupid. She was actually very intelligent and had been quite successful in business while she had been a free woman. But now she was a slave, and now she was learning how to be a good slave. Painfully, but she was learning. Breathless, she managed to utter, “Thank you master, that was one, may I please have another?”
“It will be my pleasure.” With those words he lashed another one across her ass. Without hesitation she managed to get the words out. “Thank you master, that was two. May I please have another?”
“Of course you may, as a good slave, you deserve it”. Being very good with a whip, Shadow laid the next one directly on top of the one he had just delivered. It wasn’t a hard blow, but it was doubly painful for hitting in the same spot. “Thank you master, that was three. May I please have another?”
This pattern continued until she counted the tenth stroke. By this time she was almost incoherent with the pain, her words barely more than a mumble. She was crying heartily and bleeding lightly. Shadow decided it was time to give her a short rest. He went into the bedroom to find some antiseptic salve to put on her cuts. But he left her in the whipping position. She wasn’t done yet.
He rubbed the salve into her ass gently, which greatly eased the pain. When he was done he returned the salve to the bedroom, then wasted a few minutes before returning to her. He sat down in a comfortable chair. After ten minutes had elapsed he asked, “Slave, what are you thinking right now?”
Caught off guard by that off-the-wall question, Rita stammered, “Uhhhh…ummm I guess that this position is very uncomfortable and as long as I am in it you will whip me some more.”
He allowed her inadequate answer to hang in the air for thirty seconds before asking, “What should you be thinking about?”
By this time, Rita had somewhat collected her wits and fielded the second question more aptly. “I should be thinking about how I have displeased you and how I can remedy that.”
“Lets work with that” he said. He got up, retrieved the riding crop, and returned to his position behind her. Without warning he struck her again, this time on the rear of her leg, just below her ass.
She yelped, but remembered the important things. “Thank you master, that was eleven, may I please have number twelve?”
Her use of the idea to forward count the next stroke amused Shadow so he decided to reward it. “I like your change of pace in the wording slave, keep up the creative thinking.” With that he tapped her lightly with the crop. “Thank you master, that was twelve, may I please have my thirteenth?”
Shadow ripped a stinging lash across her leg in response. When her howl of pain subsided, he remarked, “That wasn’t too original, and we have a lot of ground to cover”.
Thinking he was referring to the as yet unwhipped expanse of skin offered by both her legs, Rita could only say “Thank you master, that was thirteen, may I please have another?”
And so the afternoon proceeded. Rita howled, jerked, thrashed, cried and suffered under Shadow’s whip. She silently cursed him with every disease known to mankind; prayed to him to cease whipping her and to use her as the sex slave she was; struggled to remember the count and to force herself to say the words he demanded without adding the curses she formulated. Despite the creativity demonstrated in her unique and imaginative curses, the only words exchanged between them were her obedient counting and a polite request for another.
After, “Thank you master, that was thirty-two, may I please have another”, Shadow decided it was time for two changes. The first change would be to begin whipping her other leg and the second change was to force additional dialog between them in the hope that Rita really could be taught.
Rita was the property of Spellbook Slaves. That meant she was owned by Mike West. She had been assigned to the slave rental division where it was hoped she would produce a nice income, as most rental slaves did for the short time they were viable resources. In Rita’s case however, that wasn’t working out. She was a disaster as a sex slave. She was a terrible fuck and her blowjobs received nothing but complaints. She was so terrible.some customers had even demanded refunds. She was quite nice (some thought she bordered on spectacular) in the looks department, but her performance reports were beginning to have longer and deeper negative effects on the business. If it became known that Spellbook Slave Rentals sent inferior sex slaves, that aspect of the business would quickly crumble since it lived on reputation more than most other businesses did.
Unbeknownst to Rita was the fact that her being assigned to him for a week wasn’t just coincidence. Shadow and Mike West had arranged it with a very definite purpose in mind. The two men had met socially some years ago, and while they never became close friends, each knew of the others doings and they kept in loose touch. Specifically, for this purpose, Mike was aware that Shadow liked to train slaves as a hobby. In particular, he enjoyed training slaves that others considered to be hopeless cases. While no one had a perfect record, Shadow’s success rate with some really lousy material was quite respectable.
Mike had all but decided to turn Rita over to a torture and snuff channel when he remembered Shadow. Rather than lose his investment in Rita, Mike decided to try to recoup it and maybe even get a valuable property as a result. Her looks would entice many customers, if only her performance could be gotten to an acceptable level. A quick phone call had confirmed that Shadow wasn’t otherwise occupied and was willing to consider taking on the challenge of Rita. Shadow was preparing to ship his current slave off for some cosmetic surgery anyway, and her absence would free him up to concentrate on Rita. If it worked out that Shadow was going to train her over an extended period of time, Mike had agreed to house Shadow’s recovering slave for as long as necessary. Since Shadow’s slave would have been all but unusable while she was recuperating, it was a deal that benefited both of them.
By now Rita’s right leg was a column of red welts. While she couldn’t see that, she could sure as hell feel it. Her throat was sore from all the screaming she had done, her ass and leg were solid masses of fire from the whippings they had received, and she still had an untouched leg. Not to mention her back, stomach and any other patch of skin he might choose to inflict pain on. She was seriously scared.
She had been assigned to Spellbook Slave Rentals a few weeks ago, and in that time she had been rented by many men and more than a few women. Almost all of them had used mild pain…. generally whippings…to enforce compliance. But none of them had come anywhere even close to giving her what she was receiving now. Maybe they had all been wimps and this guy was the first who wasn’t. That didn’t ring particularly true in her mind, but it was either that or something she didn’t want to contemplate. The only other possibility she could envision was that she was no longer a sex slave, but was now a torture slave. Beyond disliking that option for the obvious reason, it just didn’t seem right. If that were the case, then it would also be true that Shadow was a sadist. Yet he didn’t seem to be a sadist. If he was a sadist, with the amount of pain he had inflicted on her, he would have fucked her three or four times by now. Instead he had only fucked her the once, right at the beginning of this torture. No, the more she thought about it, she became more convinced he wasn’t a sadist. Then what was the answer? Something was different.
She snapped out of her reverie to realize he hadn’t whipped her for at least a minute. In fact, he was seated again. His arm must be tired she thought sarcastically, he needs a break. He had really laid some of those strokes on, he might actually be tired.
While she was trying to make sense of what was happening, he broke the silence. “You really disappoint me, slave.”
“I am very sorry master, I will try to do better. What is it you wish me to do? I am screaming as loudly as I can. I am counting and asking for another. I am doing everything you told me to do. What else can I do?”
“Don’t you remember what I told you? Didn’t you pay attention to me?”
Now her fear started to ratchet upward again, that sounded like the start of a new and painful aspect to things. Slightly confused, she tried to make the best of it by saying, “I listened to you every word master, I am trying to be obedient.”
She could hear the resignation in his voice as he said, “Very well, lets continue.”
With that he rose, whip in hand.
He struck her, quite hard. Oh sweet Jesus, that hurts. “Thank you master, may I have another? That was thirty three.”
“You have a long leg slave. If I tried, I could probably get you up to seventy or seventy five before I run out of fresh skin on it.”
Another hit landed, a new patch of flesh now burned in pain. “Thirty four. Thank you master, may I please have another?”
“Should I continue this way slave, or would you like a hint?”
Hint? Hint? Hint for what? What kind of game are we playing here? Obviously I am supposed to be doing something. I was supposed to think of something. But WHAT? I don’t have a fucking clue! “Yes, please master, give me a hint.”
“A hint will cost you.”
Oh dear, I left my money in my purse and my purse is with my evening gown. Cost me…. how the fuck am I supposed to worry about that? “Please give a hint master.”
With that he blasted her with another full-strength roundhouse swing with the crop landing squarely on her pussy.
With the blow landing on her already very sore pussy, the pain was exquisite. It was beyond exquisite. It forced her to inhale in a huge gulp then froze her entire body in a rigid paroxysm where all feeling in her centered on her cunt and the unbelievable pain. She was frozen in time as the pain consumed her, pulsing through her from her pussy outward. She retained just enough thought process to understand that if she didn’t say the magic words, the same thing would happen again and again until she did. She could not endure another shot like that, she had to say the words. She managed to croak out, “Thirty five. Another please.” Oh dear God, not another like that. Anything, but not another like that. I will do anything. Anything. Not another like that.
“I warned you that a hint would cost you. Ok, here is the hint. I told you that you were free to ask questions or make comments that would enhance the learning.”
That’s it? That’s my fucking hint? What the hell am I supposed to do with that? “Thank you master, that’s a wonderful hint. I am allowed to ask questions and make comments…. and….?” She let the final word trail off hoping he would elaborate a bit.
“Are you asking for another hint, slave?”
“NOOOOO !!!” She shrieked involuntarily, terrified of paying the price of another hint. She caught herself too late to prevent herself from giving that terrified response, but tried to make amends by more quietly saying, “No, thank you master, this is quite enough. I will try to understand this as quickly as I can.”
“Ok, if you want another one, feel free to ask.” Then he resumed her whipping. “Thirty six thank you. Another please.”
And so it continued. She was appalled at the number she was counting to. Indeed, had she not counted them herself, she would not have believed she had endured what she had just gone through. “Thank you…. another, please, master, another…forty…. forty four…fifty.”
As the numbers rolled up, Rita fought with herself frantically trying to make sense of what was happening. Obviously he wanted something from her. Not something physical like a blow job, but something intellectual. It had to be intellectual…or oral… she couldn’t do anything physical, all she could do was speak. Maybe that was it, she was supposed to say something. Or ask something. But what?
“Time for another hint, you don’t seem to have figured it out yet.” Without waiting for a response, he moved closer to her and placed his hand on her pussy. He began gently rubbing. He fingered her, he rubbed her clit, he triple fingered her, he knelt down, put his head between her legs and began to tongue her. After the boatload of pain he had delivered to her, she could not comprehend the fact that he was licking her pussy… very expertly too…. and giving her so much pleasure.
“Do you like this slave?”
“Oh yes master, very much.”
“Do you want to cum?”
“Cum? Oh God yes master, very much. I haven’t been allowed to cum once since I have been converted.”
“Then you must tell me when you are very close to cumming. But I warn you, if you cum without telling my you are close and without my permission, I will give you five like I gave you for the first hint.”
“I will tell you, I swear, I will, I swear.”
It didn’t take very long. The poor girl had been fucked so much and so often without anyone giving the slightest thought to her pleasure, it was like a woman dying of thirst being offered a glass of water. When she was right on the edge, she managed to croak out, “Now master, I am very close now.”
“Well then, lets get back to work”. With those words, he rose, leaving her steaming with desire.
Noooooo. Noooooo. You can’t do this to me. Oh please dear sweet, most lovable master, please, please, please, finish me.
When she was silent, Shadow eventually asked. “Nothing to say slave?”
Thinking quickly, Rita decided on, “Thank you master, that felt very good. But I am confused. I thought you wanted me to cum….why didn’t you finish me?”
“Because slaves have to earn their reward. And cumming is a slave’s reward. When…. if… you earn it. Perhaps later, we shall see.”
This man is an enigma. He has no qualms about giving me more pain than I have ever felt, and yet holds out the hope of making me cum. I don’t understand him at all.
“Thank you master for that hope, I will try to please you enough to earn it.”
“Ahhhh….” That was all he said.
Somehow I think I said something good.
Shadow picked up the whip and again tapped her lightly on her pussy. “Fifty one, thank you very much master, may I have another pretty please?”
Shadow couldn’t help himself, he laughed. He tapped her again. “Fifty two. Thank you master, may I have another please?”
She received what she asked for, but not what she wanted. She received pain once again. Thank you master, that was fifty two, please give me another.”
Fifty three, thank you…. another please master.” Before he struck again, Rita spoke up. “Master am I mistaken, or did you say you were going to give me another hint when you gave me the fiftieth?”
“You are correct slave.”
“May I have it, please, master?”
“I have already given it to you.”
Huh? Given me what? You haven’t said shit. “Oh, thank you master.” What the fuck????
”Thank you master that was fifty three, please make it fifty four.”
Ohfuckfuckfuckfuck, that hurt soooo bad. “Fifty four, thank you master, another please.”
Think bitch! He can keep this up all night, can you? You are missing something. Think!!!
Rita struggled to think through the hints she had been given. Had she been sitting quietly at a desk it would have been hard enough, but being whipped, being forced to count the painful strokes and trying to unravel the mystery all at the same time was a daunting task. She was failing at it. Finally at sixty Shadow paused for a break. She wasn’t positive whom it was for, but she didn’t care. Now that she had a few minutes to assemble her thoughts perhaps she could make some sense of all of this.
Ok, lets see. The first hint was that I was free to ask questions. Hmmm. For the second hint, he ate me almost to the point of my coming, then stopped. This makes no sense. Think you stupid fucking cow, he will whip you to a pulp if you don’t figure this out…think.
Maybe I’m not thinking far enough back. What started this? He demanded a blowjob. I asked for a minute to rest…that’s when he got pissed off and dragged me here. Ok, it has something to do with a blowjob. No, wait…. it happened when I asked for a rest. And, then he harped on my needing a rest while he suffered. Ok, ok, so what? What do the hints have to do with that? Ohhh, I think I see it. The first hint was I am free to ask questions,. so I am supposed to ask if he wants a blowjob. That fits with the second hint too, she realized with elation…. its oral sex! Ok, as soon as he gets up, I will ask him if he wants a blowjob. No point in doing it any sooner than I have to.
Rita relaxed as best she could for the few minutes that she was allowed to rest. She was confident she had the end to her whipping figured out. When she saw his feet coming toward her she tried to look at him, then quietly said, “Master?”
“I am ready to give you a blow job”
“How thoughtful of you to say so, slave, are you sure?”
“Oh, yes master, very sure.”
The onslaught of fresh pain was almost worse because of the rest that preceded it. “Sixty one”, she panted, “another please master.”
“Sixty two…sixty three…sixty four”
Fuck! This isn’t supposed to be happening. Why is he still whipping me? Ouch. “Sixty five… thank you… please”. Ohhhhh, shit, this hurts. “Sixty six”…. Owwwwww, fuck. This has gotta stop, I can’t take much more.
“Master, please let me give you a blow job.”
Shadow looked critically at her legs. Both were pretty well covered with welts by this time. Time for a new target.
“Because I would like to master.”
“Really? How considerate of you.” As he spoke, Shadow had moved from behind her to alongside. He sighted carefully at her large breast hanging temptingly.
The blow came like lightning, and almost as painfully. Ah shit, not my breasts…. nooo, not my breasts…. aw fuck that hurts! “Sixty six, thank you master, another please. Don’t you want a blowjob master? I will give you a good one.”
More pain. Her breast bounced from the hit. Ohnonono, he’s gonna work on my tits now…shit, this is too painful…I gotta get him to stop. “Master, please, please, please, let me give you a blow job. Sixty-seven, another please. Please let me suck your cock.”
“Do you want my cock in your mouth, slave?”
“Oh yes master, very much.”
“Is that why you want to give me a blow job?”
“Yes! Yes master. Please let me give you a blowjob. Please, please, please.”
She had large, beautiful breasts. Large, very tender breasts. Wonderful things to whip. So he did. She wasn’t used to having her breasts whipped, they were more often kissed and fondled, which was greatly preferable in her mind. But he liked to whip them. The tears began instantly and loudly. Rita thrashed so hard, Shadow feared she might dislocate a shoulder. She wailed in pain so much that Shadow almost felt sorry for her. She has to learn. Damn good thing these walls are heavily soundproofed, the neighbors would be complaining. She better learn quickly, too many hits like that on her tits will cause permanent injury. That would be a pity, they are such lovely tits. When Rita gained some semblance of control, with a shaky voice she managed to whisper through her tears, “Sixty eight, thank you, another one please master.”
She was still breathing heavily so Shadow waited momentarily before giving her another lash. He waited not so much out of kindness, although that was an unavoidable consequence, but so that she would regain her sensibilities and feel each lash more clearly. While he waited, Rita tried to unravel the key to her release. He wants me to understand something. And to say it to him in a way that proves I got it. She thought through everything he said, every reaction to what she said. Then she remembered having the thought that she had said something he liked. He had said “Ahhh” in a way that sounded pleased. What had prompted that? YES! I said I would work harder to please him. Thats gotta be it. Oh dear God, please let that be it.
Shadow was bringing his arm back to swing when Rita spoke up. “Master, if you will allow me to, I will work very hard to give you the best blow job I can.”
Instead of the devastating strike on her nipple that he had intended, he decided to see if she might have gotten the message. He tapped her lightly on the side of her breast. “Sixty nine. Thank you master, may I please have another? May I please give you a blow job?”
“Why do you want to, slave?”
He asked me that before and I got whacked for my answer…. lets hope this is the right track, I can’t take much more. “Because I was wrong to ask for a rest when you first asked…. I mean ordered me to. I was impolite.”
Rita jerked somewhat when the blow landed, but it had been nowhere near as hard as the previous ones had been. “Seventy, may I have another please?” That was a fairly light hit…more for effect than pain…I think he is giving me a hint with that too.
“Master please, please, please allow me to suck your cock. You wanted me to do it, you wanted the pleasure and I should have given it to you instantly. I owe it to you. Please master, I beg you, allow me to drink your cum.”
“And if I don’t?”
OH FUCK he’s going to keep whipping me, I can feel it. What in hell else am I supposed to say? “And nothing master. I am your slave. You will do with me as you wish. I only wish to please you, that is why I beg you to allow me to give you the pleasure you will feel from me sucking your cock. I will give you the best sucking I can, I swear it.” By this time, Rita was whining, she was begging so hard. But she was also saying the right things, even if for the wrong reason. She didn’t believe for a second what she was saying; she only wanted the whipping to stop. Even though they both knew it, Shadow realized he was not going to get much more out of this session. But perhaps one last thing: he had an idea.
“Slave” he began in a contemplative tone, “give me honest answers. I assume you didn’t like the hard pussy shots I gave you, correct?”
“You are correct master, they were very painful, I hated them.”
“Would you take another one for me, voluntarily?”
“You can do anything you wish to me master.”
“I know that slave. I can also ask you to say if you want it, or not.”
Rita didn’t wait for him to say any more. “I don’t want it, its too painful.”
Shadow chuckled, “Of course its painful, its supposed to be. But no, that isn’t what I mean.” Again Rita interjected, “Then I am confused master, I don’t understand what you are asking.”
“Rita, I say this in absolute sincerity. You are perfectly free to say yes or no, without repercussion. You might find that hard to believe, but I swear to you I am telling you the truth. Don’t try to understand, I will explain later, I just ask you to believe me right now.” Rita knew she should never trust anything he said, but the sincerity in his voice sounded real. She asked, “But why would I say yes?”
“Ah, that’s the crux of it”, Shadow said. “You say you want to give me pleasure. Well then, I say to you it will give me great pleasure to give you another pussy-shot.”
“Then, why don’t you just do it? I can’t stop you. Why are you asking me? You know I don’t want the pain.”
“You are missing the point slave. I can give you the shot, but that isn’t the same as you taking the shot. I am asking if you will freely accept the pain to give me more pleasure. If you freely accept it…. and it is a free choice, I assure you…then you are giving me the pleasure.”
Rita hesitated without answering. Shadow realized the problem without her having to say anything. “I see your dilemma. You are tied here, helpless. I can give you a hundred shots and you can’t do anything, we both know that. But by asking you, you can’t be sure that I won’t punish you if you say no, so you are forced to say yes. Or at least you are motivated to. On the other hand, if you say yes, you have no way of knowing that you wouldn’t have gotten it anyway, and this was just a way of humiliating you… making you ask for a whipping. So all the pressure is on you to say yes, and by that, you aren’t freely giving anything.”
Rita hadn’t thought it through quite like that, but it was close enough. “Well put, master.” Lets hope that ends this stupidity and we get on with the blowjob so I can get out of the god-awful position.
“I have it. Lets try this. If you say no, I will release you and you will blow me. That will end it. However, if you say yes…. I will give you a reward. And I don’t mean just cumming. We will deal with that possibility later. No, this will be something distinct.”
“What’s the reward?”
“That I won’t tell you. You must be willing to give me pleasure without measuring it against the pleasure you might possibly receive. Your reward might be only that I promise not to whip you for five minutes… or it might be something significantly greater. That’s a chance you will have to take if you truly wish to give me the most pleasure you can.”
While Rita was thinking, Shadow began undressing. He preferred having sex in the nude and whatever her answer, he was going to fuck her somewhere.
What reward could he possibly give me? Why should I trust him? Is my curiosity that strong? Fuck, yes, it is. Fuck. This is stupid. Why am I even thinking about it? Why don’t I just say no?
Shadow picked the crop up and silently moved behind her.
All I have to do is say no….one little word and this will all be over. A blowjob is nothing. A shot in the pussy is a lot more than nothing, I have sure learned that. How good could this idiotic reward possibly be? WHY AM I EVEN THINKING ABOUT THIS? Curiosity is a very powerful motivator. In many cases, the more intelligent one is, the more powerful it is. Rita was very intelligent. She couldn’t resist; she had to know.
Shadow had been waiting, ready. He didn’t hesitate or say anything, he just unleashed a wicked fast slice into her pussy, with a lot of wrist at the end adding to the tip speed of the whip. Rita thought he had laid a hot branding iron on her pussy. The shriek of pain it ripped from her was so loud it almost cracked a window. The reverberations of it had not even died down before Shadow buried his cock in her throbbing, tortured pussy. He pounded her mercilessly. Neither one was sure how long it lasted. Shadow was lost in the throes of sexual pleasure while Rita bounced back and forth between the pain of having her already sore pussy ravaged and the pleasure of having her pussy ravaged.
He roared with satisfaction when he dumped his load into her. When he finally withdrew he admitted something to her he was sure she would never understand. He said, “Slave, there is no pleasure equal to that of fucking a freshly whipped woman. I thank you for that.” Having said that, he untied her.
Once he freed her wrists he ignored her ankles, leaving them for her to undo. He flopped into a comfortable chair to watch her. When she finished freeing her ankles, he motioned to her to come to him. He pointed at the floor in front of him and she dutifully knelt where he pointed. He looked over at the large grandfather clock against the wall. It was about twenty after the hour. He said, “When the clock chimes the half hour, I want you to begin the blow job. Don’t rush it. Take your time, I want a long, slow, thorough, best-you-can-give blow job. I want to enjoy this.”
The clock had struck only the third note of the half hour when Shadow felt Rita’s tongue on his foot. Good start, he thought.
Rita knew how to please a man…she knew the little tricks of teasing, of flicks of the tongue, of nips with her teeth, of brushing her lips over skin…. and more. She could carry most men to the brink of pleasure, then hold them there for an incredible length of time while she drove them to swear anything she wanted to hear as they begged her for release. She was a very good fuck if she wanted to be. But, as a slave she didn’t want to. She saw absolutely no reason to exercise her formidable array of skills at the demand of someone she didn’t know and probably wouldn’t like if she did. Accordingly, she gave minimal effort to pleasing whomever she was assigned to. That lack of effort on her part was universally reflected in the low, even terrible, performance reports she garnered.
Shadow sat back and reveled in the pleasure she produced for him. He could tell she was operating from knowledge and experience, and not just the dumb luck of a frightened slave trying her utmost. In fact, he was pretty sure she wasn’t trying her utmost. Rather, she was doing a credible job to avoid another whipping, but was still holding back.
For her part, Rita knew she would never get away with simply grabbing his cock between her lips and starting to fuck him with them. That, she was positive, would earn her another… probably severe… whipping. She was in no mood to get even a mild chastisement from him, let alone another whipping. He had thoroughly cowed her into performing for him. He was the first to succeed in intimidating her to the point that she performed well, but he was far from the first to receive one. She loved sex, and as a free woman, she had enjoyed it even more knowing she could use it along with her beauty to get most men to give her what she wanted. So what she was doing came almost as second nature to her. Even at that, she wasn’t trying her hardest. She was sure that giving him a halfway decent blowjob would be sufficient. After all, he had no way of knowing what she was truly capable of; no way to measure her performance against any previous Rita-standard, and therefore, showing only minimal creativity and effort would seem to be a great improvement on her part.
She kissed and licked her way up his legs. She took her time, knowing that finishing him too quickly would be a mistake. When she finally got to his cock, she gave a bit better performance. She had, after all, spent a few hours on his cock sucking training device, and had managed to show accomplishment there, so she figured it had better show here too. After he came, she licked him clean, as she knew doing so was required of her, then sat back on her heels. After a few minutes, she sat, curled her legs around her ass and rested her head against his leg while she slipped an arm around them, more because she was tired than as a show of affection, although it was a very affectionate position.
Rita knew better than to disturb her master before he was ready, and she also knew men liked to sleep after sex. It was something to do with the intensity of their orgasms that drained energy from them very quickly. That was fine she accepted, there would be no thought given to satisfying her even if he stayed awake, so why not have him sleep. At least he wasn’t whipping her if he was sleeping. She dared not rise from where he commanded she kneel to give him his blowjob, however. She did take the liberty of sitting on the floor, entwining her arms around his legs to support herself somewhat, and decided to doze lightly while she could. As she sat comfortably curled in his legs she began to reflect on the events of the afternoon, and more so, the early evening. That brought to mind the probably foolish agreement from her to take one final lash on her pussy. God that had hurt. That stroke had been the worst moment of her life. Even hearing the pronouncement that she was enslaved paled in comparison to those seconds immediately following the stroke. Seconds, hell, minutes. Many minutes. His immediately fucking her after it certainly helped, she reluctantly admitted to herself. The pleasure it provided helped ease the pain and she knew it.
That train of thought inevitably led to the reason she took the shot. A reward. What reward could he possibly give her? He didn’t own her, so he couldn’t possibly free her. Not that he would, even if he could. How could she have been dumb enough to trust that he would give her any reward, let alone it being anything halfway meaningful. Ah well, its over. I’ll get my curiosity satisfied. I’ll probably get a big disappointment too. Most likely, my ‘reward’ will be that I get to blow him.
When he eventually stirred Rita immediately sat upright, resumed a kneeling position in front of him and looked up at him expectantly. All he said was, “I need to brush my teeth.” He left to do that. Rita stayed where she was, knowing better than to move without permission. With every other master she had been assigned to since being converted she would have gotten up and walked around to loosen kinked muscles. Not with this man, no way, Jose.
He returned, having dressed again during his absence, and resumed sitting in front of her. She respectfully lowered her eyes. “We have a few things to discuss”, he announced. She didn’t move or respond.
“First, there is the matter of the blowjob you just gave me; it was ‘not bad’.” Rita kept her head lowered so he wouldn’t see the grin forming on her face thinking, I got away with it. Shadow continued, “I mean that literally. It wasn’t ‘good’ by any meaningful standard, but neither was it poor enough to be ‘bad’ which is your usual level of performance. Uhhhh, maybe I didn’t.
“I will give you credit for showing improvement, but I also downgrade you for holding back.” It was a shot in the dark. Shadow couldn’t be sure she had been holding back, other than a niggling suspicion that she had been. He was hoping for a reaction. He got it. The instant he said those words, Rita shot a startled look at him, locking onto his eyes with hers. When she realized what she was doing, she immediately lowered her gaze and bowed her head submissively again. “I did the best I know how, master, I am sorry you are disappointed.”
Shadow looked at her submissive pose, contrite words and thought, Nice try bitch, but it won’t work. Instead he said, “You can do better; you will do better.”
“But lets move on to more interesting things. There is the matter of you being allowed to cum, and the reward you have paid for. Strangely enough, they tie together.” He paused to see if she would react. She didn’t.
“Your reward is this. As of this moment, you are a free woman within the confines of this apartment. You shall remain free until… oh, lets say ten o’clock tomorrow morning.”
She didn’t know what to make of that statement. What the fuck? What kind of trick is this? She slowly looked up at him, held his gaze for a minute then spoke hesitantly. “What do you mean by ‘free’?”
“Free.” he reiterated, “As in free to do what you wish.”
She looked at him blankly.
“Stand up if you wish. Go take a shower… fix yourself something to eat… order out if you prefer, I’ll pay for it… watch television… read a book….”. He shrugged, waved his arms in an all-encompassing gesture, “Free.”
“Can I go out?”
Shadow thought for a minute before responding. “You are free in this apartment. If you wish to go out, I will have to accompany you, there will be no argument about that. But I will not bind you if we do go out.” He thought for another few seconds, then continued. “The only clothing you have are the heels you were wearing when you got here. As much as I prefer my women wearing heels, none of my clothing would be appropriate with heels. In fact, none of my clothes would not fit you very well. I don’t allow my slave clothing, so there is nothing here for you to wear. If you want to go out and buy something, we can do that, but we don’t have much time. Its probably not worth it, but its up to you.”
“What can I buy? Can we go out to dinner…like to a nice restaurant?”
“What can you buy? If you leave it up to me, I will dress you in a tight blouse; a sheer one, and a tight miniskirt. With your legs, maybe a micro mini would be better. With heels, of course. Yes, we can go out to dinner at a very nice restaurant.”
“Isn’t the outfit you described a little… well… too slutty…. for a very nice restaurant?”
“It’s almost impossible for a woman to dress too sluttily, and the better looking she is, the more difficult it is. In your case, its not even remotely conceivable.”
Despite having been naked in front of strangers and in public, she blushed. She almost thanked him for the compliment, but managed to bite it back at the last second.
Rita stood motionless, looking at him quizzically. “I have whip marks all over my legs”, she objected.
“Dark stockings,” he fired back instantly.
“A girl wears pantyhose with a miniskirt, not stockings.”
“Stockings look so much better, but ok, if you prefer pantyhose, so be it.”
Rita couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He was actually acceding to her wishes. After a minute of silence, Shadow prompted her by saying, “Look, if this is really what you want to do, we don’t have a lot of time to get you some clothing.
“I can take care of the clothing, no problem”, she assured him. “Can I make a phone call?”
He gestured toward a phone, saying, “You’re free, do what you wish”. After a short hesitation he asked, “Are you going to call to get clothing? Who?” Rather than play twenty questions, Rita decided to give him the answers he was seeking but didn’t know how to ask. “Spellbook Slaves keeps a very extensive wardrobe available for the girls they rent out. Some of the customers like their slaves dressed in specific costumes. I can get everything from pasties to a formal gown; from jeans to fetish wear. In just about any color you prefer.”
“Well, if you decide to order a formal gown, get me a tux. Mine is in the cleaners and I know they are closed today.” He started to turn away when she stopped him with a question. “May I shower alone, or is that not permitted?” “Your choice” was all he said.
She turned on her heel to retreat to the bedroom. A few minutes alter Shadow heard the shower running.
Rita was blow-drying her hair when the phone rang. Shadow could tell by the ring that it was from the doorman in the lobby. “Yes?”
“There is a woman here with a package for you from Spellbook Slave Rentals”, he was informed.
“Send her up.”
When he opened the door, he saw a woman wearing a collar. Obviously she was a corporate asset slave making the delivery. He noted the slight amused grin on her face, but neither said anything to the other. She handed him the package and when she saw him step back to close the door, she turned and left.
Shadow carried the box into the bedroom, threw it onto the bed and yelled toward the bathroom, “Your stuff is here.”
Rita practically ran into the bedroom.
Shadow undressed quickly, paying no attention to Rita. She stood transfixed, staring at the box. When he was naked he started to walk into the bathroom, saying over his shoulder, “I have no idea what you will be wearing, so I have no idea what I should wear. Get dressed, go through my clothing and pick out an appropriate outfit for me. I will take a quick shower while you’re doing that.”
When he was gone Rita snapped herself out of her reverie. She walked slowly to the bed and lifted the cover off the box. When she looked inside the box, a smile broke out on her face. She looked at the clothing folded neatly in the box. The shoes she had requested were there too. Oh good, it was all in. I was afraid it might have been in use tonight when Wendy didn’t know if it was available.
She reached inside to remove the contents.