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“We’re heading out now, dear. Enjoy your evening, we’ll be back later tonight.” Nicole’s mother called from the front door.
“Bye Mom! Bye Dad!” the 18-year old called back. “Enjoy your anniversary dinner!” Through the window of her bedroom, she watched her parents walk down the driveway and get into the car and drive off.
After giving it a couple of minutes, just in case they had forgotten anything and had to come back, Nicole got up from the window and went to her closet. Stashed far in the back, hopefully where no prying parents would find it, was an old shoe box. Filling it was a mixe
“We’re heading out now, dear. Enjoy your evening, we’ll be back later tonight.” Nicole’s mother called from the front door.
“Bye Mom! Bye Dad!” the 18-year old called back. “Enjoy your anniversary dinner!” Through the window of her bedroom, she watched her parents walk down the driveway and get into the car and drive off.
After giving it a couple of minutes, just in case they had forgotten anything and had to come back, Nicole got up from the window and went to her closet. Stashed far in the back, hopefully where no prying parents would find it, was an old shoe box. Filling it was a mixe
"Tell me why I'm here again?" Mina groaned to her good friend Alex as she was currently wearing a purple tank top with a black skirt with black knee-high socks and black and purple shoes on. Right next to her was Alex who was clad in a light blue tank top with a white coat over it with tan shorts with over the knee high white socks and brown shoes on.
"Because I know you'll play the game as much as I will after I'm done with it and I like a little company when getting a new game," Alex said standing outside of a local video game store called GameGo.
"More like I got the short draw...." Mina thought while remembering last night while drawing
Part two:
…Carol glanced at the clock. It was near 11:30. She'd been bound nearly three hours now. Her gag had gone from annoying to very uncomfortable in that time. The inside of her mouth was dry as a desert and her jaws were beginning to ache from the large knot lodged between her teeth.
Carol's arms and legs had fallen asleep after being bound so long. Every twitch sent little needles pocking into her extremities. She'd been sitting so long; she could no longer feel her butt at all.
Carol glanced over at her mother. She was dozing a little. The two captives had had little else to do during their captivity. For his part, their capt
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Accidental Slave - Part 2
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Saturday, April 27, 2013 @10:12 p.m.
I can't help but wonder what follows
At first I ignored the email's beeping. Nothing good could come from answering it. What could Marcus possibly say that would make things better for me? He was a liar and had proven it. The last time I'd listened to him, I'd ended up with more rings, more pain and more humiliation (see Accidental Slave).
I deleted the message without opening it. Almost immediately, the beeping started again. Grudgingly, I stole a glance at the subject line--"I know you're there." My stomach churned and a chill went up my spine. Did he really know what I was doing? Could he see me? I quickly deleted this message, too, and ran to close the window blinds, not daring to look outside.
Things were quiet for a minute and then another beep. At first I didn't look at the screen. I just sat slumped in the corner; my mind whirling, trying to find some way out of this horror film. And then a fourth beep. I waited--cornered. Eventually, I pulled myself across the floor and scrolled through the two new subject lines. First, "Answer me or you'll be sorry." And then, "Do you think they'll like the pictures?"
That got my attention. A terrible dread gripped me as I opened this last message. There was just one sentence. Oh, shit, it was my parents new email address! How had he gotten that? Then I noticed the attachments--three pictures. My heart skipped. I was pretty sure what these pictures would show before I opened them. The first one was of me smiling up from the piercing bed. My crotch was wide open and the labia rings sparkled. My smile had been convincing. It looked like I was really proud of myself. There was another picture with my ass in the air and my labia and nipple rings hanging down. I didn't even bother to open the third picture.
If my parents saw these pictures it would destroy them. They'd never believe that I was forced to pose for them. They'll think the worse--that I had turned out just like they worried I would by going to the big city university--a slut and a harlot. I could never face them again.
It was inescapable. My parents could never see these pictures. I'd have to deal with Marcus and find some way to keep him from releasing the pictures. Knowing him, there would be a price; I just hoped I was prepared to pay it.
My reply was terse, "What do you want?" I didn't bother with a subject line. His answer was short, too. "We have a date. My car will pick you up on Friday evening the 15th at 8:00 PM. Don't be late." This didn't sound too bad but I wasn't reassured. The only plus was that the date was two weeks away.
Those two weeks were a time of adjustment. My collar scratched my neck every time I turned my head. Soon I learned to move my head slowly and to use my eyes for sideways glances. Anything to reduce the rubbing. I also practiced covering my collar with scarves, cowl necks and turtle necks (none of which were particularly successful).
My biggest adjustment, however, was to the rings. It was bad enough that the nipple rings caused by nibbles to constantly rub against the inside of my bra. That was just an irritant. That is, unless I was wearing one of my flimsier bras. Then it was obvious that my nibbles were extended and that I had rings. It looked like only full support bras for me for awhile.
The real problem was the cluster of rings surrounding my pussy. The rings were so heavy that just standing brought noticeable pressure on my labia. And if I walked with any speed they clanked and bounced causing more strange sensations. Grudgingly, I had to admit that not all the sensations were unpleasant. In fact, some were just too pleasant. I learned to walk slowly and deliberately to both silence the clanging and to keep my panties dry. Oh yeah, I also learned not to cross my legs rapidly. When I did that the pussy rings bound up and pulled mercilessly at my lips. Grimaces crossed my face whenever this happened.
I continued to limit contact with my sorority sisters, showing up just for meals and to go to and from classes or work. For the most part my sisters were fairly oblivious to my change in behavior although a couple commented on my lack of "party attitude." The scarves and high neck sweaters sufficed to disguise the collar during my brief interactions. But that couldn't work for long.
And speaking of work, I had to pull off the same tricks at my part-time job. I was an assistant secretary to the Dean, two days a week for four hours. It was really a gopher job but it paid for my books and my meals. The scarf and high neck trick worked there, too. My big problem was that it was across campus. I was no longer capable of speed walking to the job. Unless I wanted to show up sweaty, panting and sopping wet in the nether regions, I had to go slow and take breaks to calm back down. I managed to make the trip but it doubled my travel time.
The morning of my Marcus date I received a package. One of my sisters excitedly announced the fact when I returned from work. Apparently, the dress box created quite a stir in the house. The only identification on the outside of the box was the name "Marcus." Despite several pleas I didn't open the box in front of the others. Anything from Marcus was too dangerous to show them. Instead, I took the box to my room and opened it there.
Inside was a bright red dress, high heel shoes and a note. The note said, "Wear this dress and shoes and nothing else. Be out front at 8:00 PM promptly."
The dress was cut very low in the bodice, going as far as the navel. It came to mid thigh but there was a slit that ran right to crotch high. The material was a clingy, thin silk. There was absolutely nowhere to hide in this garment!
I was attired as directed and standing at the curb at eight o'clock. However, I had cheated by wearing my long black coat with the collar up to hide my slave collar. I just couldn't walk by my sisters in only the dress.
Exactly at 8:00 PM a long black limo pulled in front of the sorority house and a door was flung open. With a glance back at the house and my gawking sisters, I quickly slid in. Seated at the other end of the back seat was Marcus. He was glaring at me. "I told you to wear only the dress and shoes. Give me your coat immediately!" I quickly obeyed and handed him my coat. Still glaring at me, Marcus rolled down his window and threw my coat out into the night time air. I gasped. That was my only dress coat and it wasn't cheap. But Marcus' stare kept me quiet. I dropped my gaze and pulled my hands into my lap.
"Tonight is an important event and you are fortunate that I am allowing you to accompany me. There are just a few simple rules that you must obey in order to satisfy me and assure you receive no punishments. First, you must do exactly as I say. No questions and no hesitation. Second, you must not speak unless spoken to. You will not ask question or initiate a conversation unless I first give permission. Third, you must keep your eyes down and not look directly at any of your superiors. And believe me, you'll know who they are. Do you understand?"
"Not good enough. I expect a 'Master' at the end of every sentence you utter. Try again!"
"Good. Now turn around so I can attach your leash." I immediately turned my back to him and felt the tug as the leash was placed on my collar.
Within minutes we pulled up to an elegant mansion with a circular driveway. There were other cars arriving and dozens of people were streaming into the house. Our driver got out of the car and came around to my side of the car. He opened my door and held out his hand. I thought I felt a slight squeeze as I grabbed it and it was then that I noticed the driver was Andre, Marcus' trained slave who helped attach my rings. He didn't look at me and offered no other acknowledgement. I cautiously stepped out into the night with almost nothing between me and the breeze. I could feel my nibbles hardening and the pull of the rings as I stood.
Marcus gracefully emerged from the car holding my leash. "Walk behind me and keep your eyes down." I did as told and we walked into the house.
With my eyes down, it was difficult to see what was in the house. I could hear a babble of voices, male and female. I followed the gently tugging of the lease and we soon arrived at a large ball room. Out of the side of my eyes I could see a long bar on the right side of the room with several bartenders dispensing drinks to very fashionably dressed men and women. On the left side of the room were a series of small stages with chairs set up in front of them. Most stages were empty but grunting was coming from one. I stole a quick glancea naked man was bent over a chair with some kind of gag in his mouth as another man mounted him from the rear. How disgusting!
Marcus must have noticed my distraction because there was a sharp tug on my leash. "You're better off paying attention to me! Keep those eyes down!"
Soon I heard the heavy strides of a man approaching. "Good evening, Marcus. I expect we're in for some interesting entertainment tonight. In fact, I heard that you're providing some of it."
"Hello, Brad. Yes, I hope you're amused. I know how you hate to be bored."
"This is your new novice I presume? How is her training coming?"
"We're just getting started so it's early to tell. She shows some aptitude but she really hasn't fully embraced her new status."
I couldn't believe how impersonally they were discussing me. They acted like I wasn't in the room, like I was a family dog. I could feel my neck turning red with embarrassment but I didn't say anything.
"Do you mind if I give her a quick once over, old boy?"
"No, be my guest. Slave, spread your legs and pull your dress up."
I hesitated for the barest moment but the tone of Marcus' voice made it clear that he would tolerate no resistance. I bunched the dress around my waist and spread my legs shoulder width apart. Brad put his hand on the inside of my thighs and slowly ran it up to my crotch. My face turned a brighter red and I could feel my pussy heat up. Oh God, this couldn't be happening. But it was. His hand cupped my mound for a few seconds, lifting all my rings into his palm. Surely he could feel the heat. Then slowly his middle finger pushed on my pussy lips. They eagerly parted and his finger was sucked into my moist warmth. A small sigh escaped my lips.
"I do believe that she likes me, Marcus. I must say that she's a little tight. There'll have to be some serious stretching before she suits my tastes."
"Well, I'll take that under advisement, but I'm not sure we have the same tastes."
With that, Brad removed his hand and drifted behind me.
"I'd like to check on her ass out, so could you have her bend over?"
"Slave, bend over and grab your ankles. Hold that position."
Again, I did as told. I was now fully exposed with my ass and pussy pointing straight at Brad. Even my breasts were visible as my dress fell to my shoulders. It didn't seem possible but I was blushing even more.
He placed both hands on my ass checks and slowly pulled them apart. I could feel the cold air caress my butt. Then I could feel his finger pushing insistently on my anus. It resisted but he wouldn't be denied and his finger slid in up to the second joint.
"Oh, this really is tight! She will need training here no doubt. But she does have an adorable ass and it will definitely be worth the effort."
"I hope so, Brad. It will take some time but I haven't failed yet."
After a second the finger withdrew and I could hear Brad step away.
The next hour was spent following Marcus around the room. He talked to several people but not much attention was paid to me. I did catch glimpses of other slaves in the room. One was an extensively tattooed woman with a beautiful butterfly covering her entire back. Another was a naked man with numerous piercings and leather straps covering his body. I only caught brief impressions of other naked men and women at the edge of my periphery. Off and on I could hear gasps and grunts coming from the stage area.
After awhile one woman did ask to inspect me and I went through much the same process as I had with Brad. What disturbed me most was that I was at least as excited and wet when she touched me as when Brad had. If anything, I was more excited and the sound I made when she fingered my pussy was more than a sigh.
"She acts like a switch hitter to me, Marcus. It's always better when they're eager. I must say that she seems a little unadorned for your tastes, though."
"You should know better than that, Wilhemina. Many improvements and additions are planned. This is the barest beginning. In fact, you will see one of the improvements later tonight."
"Well, that sounds exciting and I look forward to your final product."
This was a disturbing exchange. What did he mean by "many additions" and what was happening later tonight? This sounded dangerous. My first instinct was to dash for the door and try to escape. But somehow I couldn't work up the energy to do it. And, weird as it sounds, I didn't want to embarrass Marcus.
Soon afterward Marcus led me to the center stage and climbed the three steps. We stopped in front of a large bench set in the middle of the stage. I could hear people gathering around us and chairs being pushed around.
"Remove your dress and hand it to me."
I pulled the dress over my head and gave it to him. The chatter died down and I could feel the eyes boring into my back.
"Now bend over the bench and place both hands on the floor."
I did as instructed. Marcus released the leash so that it hung on the floor below my head. Suddenly, two naked men appeared at either side of me and attached my wrists to two straps bolted to the floor. Then they pulled my ankles apart and attached them to straps at either end of the bench. I was absolutely open to the audience. It just seemed so unreal to me.
But it got real in a heartbeat when Marcus made his announcement.
"Masters and mistresses, tonight you get to witness the initial marking of my new slave. This tattoo will symbolize her subservience to me and announce her special status. This will not be the last marking and you can expect to witness the progress on this 'project' over the next year. For tonight, I have brought in a famed tattooist from Japan, Mr. Nakamura. I think you will be impressed with his skill. So now, let the fun begin!"
With that Marcus strode toward me and placed a ball gag in my mouth. I was still trying to absorb his announcement when I felt a cold alcohol swipe being rubbed over my right ass cheek. Immediately afterward, I could feel someone drawing on my ass. After what seemed an endless time, there was a pause and a murmur of approval from Marcus. Then, buzzing as needles were thrust into my skin. It was scary and irritating but the pain was bearable, at least initially.
I'm not sure how long the buzzing went on. I drifted into another place and only came back when an especially painful part was underway. Toward the end my skin was quite sore as the artist went over the same areas. I worked my way back to reality as the buzzing faded away.
The naked men released my straps but I was too weak and dazed to stand. I just lay there until a pair of strong hands pulled me up. I fell back against a solid body. Marcus came into my view and removed the ball gag. I'd forgotten that I even had it on.
"It's time for us to go. Andre, help her to the car. And put a bandage over her new art piece. I don't want her bleeding on my leather seats."
Andre basically carried me to the car. My legs just wouldn't support
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