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NEW SLAVE

Frank lay sweating and satisfied along side a sleeping and very very satisfied Melanie, thinking about the events of the past few hours and the several days that led up to them. He had met Melanie at Catdaddy's two nights ago; a Friday Night out on the town. Over two days they had seen a lot of each other, touring the campus and going out to dinner both Saturday night and tonight, Sunday Night. One thing led to a logical other and he and Melanie came back to his apartment where they slowly kissed, hugged and teased each other into what had been a very very 'nice' lovemaking session that had ended a few minutes ago. Now she was asleep...exhausted and smiling as she lay facing him on the bed. The mid-summer breeze blew across his body, evaporating what remained of his sweat as he stared in the dim light at the lovely creature beside him.

As he gazed at the sleeping beauty, spread out beside him, he recounted their long and intense first effort at what he knew she thought was full sexual pleasure between them.....HE KNEW BETTER...but why rock the boat at this early stage...eh? Indeed; It was ALWAYS best not to hurry....ALWAYS.

From the first moment he laid eyes on the young, beautiful and well built Melanie, Frank had had deep suspicions and even convictions about her real capabilities in the sexual love realm. Something, all too familiar, about her had drawn him to her and caused him to use extreme caution and a great deal of careful preliminaries to make her very comfortable with him over the last two days and three nights. Perhaps it was the way she lowered her eyes and her head when he first spoke to her at Catdaddy's. Or the way she tended to follow him and hang back a little, even when he was holding her hand. Or, more to the point, perhaps it was her tendency to be somewhat passive in her love making and let him lead and do almost every step of the way.

For, all during the last two hours, he had been the "aggressor" of sorts, initiating all the teasing and the preliminaries.... ....taking her carefully and ever upward into a passionate and highly multi-orgasmic flight where he teased her and talked to her constantly, making her unfold and and rise ever higher and higher until she was constantly panting and moaning with sexual pleasure when he began a careful series of new manipulations and teasings.

Yes, that was when he knew he had found yet another one....a latently submissive woman......one of his life's desires and the root of his constant searching efforts of the past few years.

While she writhed and moaned beneath his expert and highly experienced hands, he had carefully positioned himself so he could slowly tease and then grasp each rigid and aroused nipple between thumb and forefinger.......carefully he had applied slight pressure and then started to tension each nipple and pull it carefully upward, drawing the pert cones outward from her sweating body.

The reaction had been instantaneous and automatic.....as her legs spread wide and she began to moan, "yes.....more......harder.... please harder.....oh,......ssssoooooo ggggoooooooooodddddd!" and long shuddering orgasms coursed through her body as he complied by tightening his grip and tensioning even more.

And so it had gone for many many minutes as he listened and softly spoke to her, constantly and in monosyllabic phrases and words questioning her in the midst of her orgasmic flight about what she wanted NEXT......and she had answered him in a panting and halting voice laden with sexual hunger and unfulfilled desire....as she told him in very certain terms how much she wanted more and still more........

He had gradually released one nipple and started working her slowly open.........causing her legs to spread wider and wider as he manipulated and teased his fingers through the wet lips of her starving and very aroused sex........teasing the length and width of the engorged and seeking valley as he watched the rippling of the muscles in her belly in response to his teasing and ministrations........

......Minutes passed as he had slowly played and teased her higher and higher and higher....using both hands, thumbs and forefingers, to grasp her nether lips and spread them open... ..tensioning and teasing her constantly and continuously.... ..and evoking yet more panting pleas for "more" and still "MORE".

When he started a slow teasing of the engorged nub in the upper reaches of the now pitching and rolling valley, she had gone wild and her orgasms went end to end in a continuous and fearful sequence as she panted and pleaded with him to give her more....

It was then that he'd started a slow tapping with his forefinger on the little nub, spreading her open with his other hand. The reaction was incredible, as he knew it would be.......she arched and rose to meet the constant tapping of the skilled digit...... ......"more.....MORE....please more......harder, faster, more... ..OOOOHHH YYYYEEEEESSSS.....LIKE THAT...........ahhhhhh!!!!"

In all, he had spent over an hour teasing her this way, watching and listening, feeling the reactions and observing every detail about her "flight" under his skilled and talented fingers. ......until, finally, he had begun to insert two fingers inside her and listen to her sighing responses and pleas as the fingers advanced up inside her......reaching a crescendo when he started to tease the forward, round cervical "mouth" with his finger tips, then withdrawing his fingers to the expected pleas not to leave her empty, and then insert three fingers.........

When he had finished with his internal ministrations, he had had all four fingers and his thumb carefully inserted in her, one more at a time, until he had his hand buried to the wrist inside her and she was raising up off the bed, tilting her head forward, staring at the wrist that stuck like a pole out of her and she had literally been screaming at him to give her more....... .....always...."MMMMOOOORRRRREEEEEE"........

He had finished her with his buried hand, pistoning in and out, rolling the wet, smooth cervical knob in his finger tips, with fingers intentionally devoid of long fingernails so that this careful manipulation and teasing would cause no harm or damage to her.........he'd driven her upward until she arched in a mighty orgasm like none she had ever experienced before and passed out completely.

When she came back among the world of the living and alert, he still had his hand, buried to the wrist, up inside her and was stroking her nipples with the fingers on his other hand....slowly and carefully massaging her inside and above, slowing down ever so imperceptibly until he finally stopped and withdrew.

He had moved around and gazed down into her eyes as he'd said "like that....do you?"

She'd replied......."Ohhhhhh GOD, do I......you're something else!"

And added...."but you didn't get yours?"

"Not to worry, Love........NOT TO WORRY....I'm fine.......you can please and pleasure me 'later'......OK?", he'd told her.

She gazed up at him and smiled that fulfilled exhausted smile that Frank knew better than anyone in this world.....and had closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. That had been about fifteen minutes ago.

Now, as he looked down upon the closed eyed, smiling and exhausted naked beauty beside him, he knew that she'd 'fit' his purposes very very well......well to perfection, INDEED. She had all the characteristics and mannerisms in the sexual realm that he and his 'associate' required.....the rest, they could develop in her through careful training....a fear based, stepping process that would first introduce her to REAL submission and then carefully and fully build the deep seated "hungers" in her without which she could NEVER find sexual satisfaction in the fullest sense....except from a MASTER.....HER MASTER.....someone they would choose for her very carefully after the training and conditioning process was well under way.

Frank almost hoped he'd have the time and the energy to be that MASTER....for this one was the most promising "slave candidate" he had ever seen in his fourteen years at this "business".

He got up and went in the other room, picked up the phone and dialed the all too familiar number.....

"Hello? Alex?....yah.....she's a beaut,....she is....uh, huh....I was right......she 'has it'.........yes, I checked on her background a bit through her and independently......no one will miss her for a while........by then, she'll be back here, or long gone to God knows where.......whatever we choose to do with her....this one I'd like a crack at....OK?.....fine. Give me about an hour and then come get her........yah....me too....bye!"

An hour later, Alex walked in the door and greeted a now fully dressed Frank.

"She's still sleeping in the bedroom in there. How do you want to handle this? I have the hypodermic needle and the stuff if you want to put her out for a while", Frank told him.

"Nah.....let's 'tough her out', this time.......I like it better when they know what's happening to them and can't do a damn thing about it.........you got the 'gear' handy?" Alex asked him.

"Right here, Alex, old buddy.....MASTER Alex! In the leather bag at my feet." Frank replied.

"Ok, let's package her for 'shipping', shall we?"

"Sounds like a winner to me, MASTER Alex!"

The two of them walked into the bedroom, fully dressed, Frank carrying the leather bag in his right hand. Carefully, Frank emptied the contents of the bag onto the floor and selected a blindfold, a ball gag and strap, a leather head hood with only breathing holes, a series of long thin buckling straps and wrist and ankle cuffs with formidable D-Rings and laid them out on the edge of the bed.

Whispering, he said to Alex...."you ready?"

"Yah.....let's get it done, Frank", came the whispered reply.

Alex reached down and grabbed the naked, sleeping woman's wrists as Frank simultaneously grasped both sides of her face with one hand and popped her relaxed mouth open, swiftly and surely shoving the huge rubber ball with the black leather strap through it, into the open mouth just as the eyes popped open in surprise and confusion. He thrust her chin down on her chest and buckled the straps behind her head tightly as her eyes went from a questioning look to one of absolute terror as she saw Alex for the first time, holding her wrists tight against the top of the bed.

She pitched and fought and bucked but to no avail as Frank slipped the blindfold over her eyes and strapped it equally tight behind her forward tilted head. She tried to scream but all that was heard by either man was a throaty gurgle. Frank grabbed the hood and slipped it over her head, sliding the zipper in the top front up and over and down until the form fitting head sheath was zipped shut and tight over her head........deadening, still further, the sounds coming from the struggling form, now beginning to sweat profusely as she thrashed wildly with her legs and body to escape her captors.

Frank slipped a wide collar with four D-Rings attached to it around her neck and encased the base of the tightly zipped leather hood that now ran down to her shoulders. He carefully buckled the black leather collar in the back, not too tightly, but tight enough to serve their ultimate purposes. The collar was a special "slave collar" made famous by "The Story of 'O'"....the kind with the leather 'board' leading down the front between the breasts and ending in a large ring that could be "tethered" with a leash if desired by a Master.

Done with the preliminaries, Frank grabbed an ankle and hiked it upward, out and backward until her leg was doubled over her body and very very helpless......the other leg threshed wildly but could not begin to reach anyone or anything.....Swiftly, Frank buckled a heavy black, D-Ringed, leather cuff around the ankle and, using a short strap, strapped it to the collar.....leaving just enough slack to prevent too much pull on the collar..... ....the muffled protests grew in intensity as the free leg threshed wildly, but the torso was now semi-stilled by the pinioned one leg. Frank repeated the process with the other leg and the threshing was stilled to the point that only a slight rolling motion could be seen in her torso........

"OK, Alex....you want to cuff the wrists, next or insert the plugs and install the 'training' belts?"

"I've got her.....she's not going anywhere.......plug her up and strap her into her 'lover', Frank....MASTER Frank.....do it!"

"Gotcha"......Frank said as he reached down to the floor and picked up two skin colored rubber 'plugs' that exactly mimicked male organs.......cocks.......one being about an inch and a half in diameter and about seven inches long and the other about an inch in diameter and about five inches long........he stuffed the small one into the wet hole he had plundered and hour or more ago and then withdrew it........"uh huh", he thought. "The little bitch is getting wet again.....really wet, Alex!"

"You always could pick em, Franky, my boy......get on with it, will ya?....we're going to be late getting to the plane if you don't hustle your ass, buddy....."

Frank shoved the wettened small plug slowly into the puckered nether cavity all the way to the hilt and let it go....it slid swiftly back out.......he slapped the bare asscheek, HARD, with and open palm and pushed the plug back in where it stayed, THIS TIME. The larger plug, Frank pushed into the now wet and well plundered front hole....where it stayed, buried to the leather loop strap on it's top. Swiftly, he tucked a belt under her and brought it up both sides and buckled it over her stomach, taking care to adjust the long strap attached to it in the back and the buckle strap in the front, after which he reached down under her behind and pulled the strap attached the belt out and tucked it through the loops on the plugs and then buckled the strap to the belt held buckle in the front and tightened it as tight as he could before inserting the tongue on the buckle in the strap. He stood back and admired his efforts...staring down at the broad, inch wide strap that now split the cheeks of her behind and dug relentlessly into her crotch, locking the two plugs firmly and tightly into her, buried to their very ends.

"OK, Alex....you keep holding her.....I'm going to 'crank her up' a little and make her a little more pliable......."

Frank grabbed a black box off the floor and set it on the night stand, plugged it's power cord into the wall plug and then took the thin wires, two pairs of them, and inserted their plug ends into each side of the buried plugs. He walked back to the box and turned a set of knobs, carefully and slowly until he was satisfied with his efforts. The writhing naked, partially bound form before him on the bed, thrashed even more as the knobs were screwed up...and the ass cheeks visibly clenched and unclenched.

"OK, boss....she's wired......let's get the wrist cuffs on...."

Frank cuffed each wrist as Alex continued to hold them tight.. ..making sure the cuffs were tight and the D-Rings turned inward.

"OK........I got the left one....you take the right one!"

They pulled each arm out and then down alongside her naked body and then inserted a short gold link in one D-Ring and connected it to the other under her back, rolling her butt up and back to get access. That done, they stepped back and watched.

"Nice sight, eh Frank?"

"Yah....sure is........she never knew what hit her......wait 'til she get's to our little house of 'dreams and screams' in Mexico, Alex.........I'm betting she'll be a sight to behold THEN!"

"You comin' along this time, Frank?"

"Oh yah.....I wouldn't miss this one's 'training' and 'conditioning' for the world, MASTER Alex.......THIS ONE I GOT 'PERSONAL' PLANS FOR, boss........you ready to move her, yet?"

"Not quite.....unsnap the ear hole muffler plugs.......I want to have a 'little talk' with your latest acquisition before we stuff her in the laundry cart and wheel her to the elevator and down to the van in the basement."

Frank reached down and unsnapped the leather, padded flaps that covered Melanie's ears, then stepped back, while Alex walked around to the black box on the bed and turned the knobs back down to zero and picked up a black, nine thonged cat off the floor next to the leather bag.

"Can you hear me, Melanie?", Alex asked.

A muffled gurgle resulted, followed by an affirmative nodding of the leather encased head between the tethered feet, strapped to the broad leather slave collar by the ankle cuffs......

"Good! You are about to take a long trip to a place that you will, at first, hate and despise with every fiber of your being. My name is MASTER Alex.........THAT, my pretty bound, helpless, naked little bitch, you will from this second onward, ALWAYS remember! I am called MASTER....by you and all like you......any time you address me......"

The naked, bound beauty bucked and rolled on the bed in protest, gurgling and moaning pathetically and profusely in complimenting protests and a complete exercise in futility......

"I see........well, pretty, misbehaving wench......it's time I gave you a slight lesson to remember......LAY STILL! I said,..

....BITCH!"

The rolling and bucking and gurgling went on......

"OK, have it your way, wench.....HAVE IT YOUR WAY!"

Alex cranked the two knobs he'd previously turned down, all the way to the full on position.....a loud 'hummmmm' could be heard coming from the two plugs as the vibrators kicked in full blast.. ....next, he cranked the other two knobs slowly until they were full on as Frank watched the plugs expand in size in their respective "receptacles".......stretching and spreading the two plugged 'holes' ever wider ever wider, as the vibrators drove onward, full tilt. The 'reactions' were typical and expected... ...wild gyrations and more muffled protests...........as the humming went on relentlessly and the two cavities expanded to two and a half and two inches across, respectively........spreading and being grossly stimulated to the absolute limit, all at once..........

"I said....'LAY STILL, BITCH'....YOU HEAR ME? AND SHUT UP!"

As if she never heard him, the muffled protests and wild gyrations continued unabated.

"OK, Bitch......here's lesson number TWO!"

Alex reached down and pressed a button on the black box......

The sweating, naked, bound and hooded form in front of him went absolutely rigid as he watched her toes curl over her head and her fists clench........he let up on the button and she resumed the muffled protests and rolling of her body, but to a far lesser extent......

Alex reached down and, using two fingers, touched both buttons on the black box......the thrashing naked bound body went even more rigid then before..........as the toes again curled and the fingers and thumbs clenched tightly into balled fists.....and a muffled "uuuunnnngggghhhhhh....." could be heard as the only sound coming from the tensed, now learning, 'almost' slave before him. This time, he kept his fingers on the buttons for almost a minute and watched and listened.

When he let up, the body before him went limp and there was silence. No movement...no sound.

"That's better........MUCH BETTER........now we're getting someplace....NOW, my lovely slave.......that's what you are to me, you know? My......SLAVE! (a mild muffled protest, immediately followed by a quick jabbing hit on the two buttons and release... ...with the attendant rigid then relaxed body sequences). You don't learn very fast, bitch.........maybe this will help a little!"

Alex laced the cat over the upturned ass a dozen times, not as hard as he ultimately could, but sufficient to sting immensely and make his point......and again, the rolling, thrashing, and muffled protests....and again, the two fingers on the buttons and release.....

"OK, my little slave wench....that will do for now.....Frank, close the ear tabs and let's get her ready to 'roll'", <chuckle> and a big broad <grin> at Frank.

Frank went to the apartment door, opened it, and retrieved and wheeled into the bedroom, a huge canvas sided laundry cart. The two of them spun the bound, naked beauty around on the bed and, sliding their hands under her body, picked her up and deposited her down inside the laundry cart. Frank reached down and unplug- ged the black box and then picked up the box and the wires and tossed them into the cart along with what was left of the straps and cuffs laying on the floor. The two of them whipped the canvas cover up over the top of the cart and snapped it in place and wheeled the cart to the door, then to the elevator, and then down the elevator and out to the van in the basement garage where they opened the van's back doors and lifted the cart inside.

An hour later, the laundry cart was sitting in a broad aisle of a fast moving Lear Jet, headed for the southwestern U.S. and Mexico; but the cart, alas, was very empty.....it's former "contents", now spreadeagled and attached to ringbolts in the airframe of the Lear Jet, stretched to the limit, arms up and widespread and feet far far apart. The naked, hooded form was shuddering and spasming in the cuffed restrains attached to the ringbolts as the two "Masters" sipped their drinks in comfortable easy chairs in front of the spread beauty and took turns adjusting the knobs on the black box which was still attached to the spread naked "slave", but, NOW, was plugged into a wall outlet in the Lear Jet. Frank got up and loosened the ear muffler tabs and opened them; then carefully, he grasp each now rigid nipple with thumb and fore finger and began to tighten and tension them toward him, drawing her in an arched bow outward as he spoke to her.......

"Now, Melanie.....SLAVE melanie........we BEGIN your TRAINING. When we are through with you...........truly through.......you will do ANYTHING I order you to do........ ....AAANNNYYYYTTTHHHIIINNNGGGG!!!"

The naked form jerked out of his finger-thumb grasps...and muffled protests followed together with wild threshing.

Alex reached down and depressed the buttons, once more. AGAIN, the long "UUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH" sound became the only sound in the cabin of the Lear Jet as the spread, bound, hooded beauty quickly arched outward toward Frank...MASTER Frank.......to comply with his previous efforts....seeking the thumbs and forefingers with outward thrust, rigid, and now reddened nipples.......

Frank watched for a while as she frantically stretched toward him and then resumed the grip on her nipples just as Alex released the buttons.......

"Better....bitch.....much MUCH better.....you're learning!!!!"

(To be continued)

This is one of "linda's" "favorite stories", as recalled by Master Paul, The LAST Master of The Rings and can ONLY be found on Farmer's Daughter BBS and Collosus BBS. It will never be "published" anywhere else. Anyone who has read the "Linda Epic" knows, automatically, who Alex was......don't you?

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NEW SLAVE - Chapter Two

Frank released the rigid nipples held tightly between his thumbs and forefingers and let the stretched, arched and spreadeagled naked Melanie draw back to a "normal" position in the four rings that were screwed into the ovaled airframe, ninety degrees apart. He walked back to the cushioned, custom-made black leather covered seat in the cabin of the Lear Jet and glanced over at Alex who was toying with the ominous and terrifying "black box" he held in his left hand.

"Should I give her another reminder, Master Frank, or do you think she's learned her lesson?"

"Leave it be, Alex. Let's have Joe roll this baby a hundred and eighty and hold it there while we teach the 'lady' a knew lesson about flying as a slave, eh?"

Alex secured the box, checked the cabin for loose items and covered and secured the drinks while Frank talked to the pilot on the headset and buckled himself in tightly. Alex returned to his seat and secured his seat belt. Frank gave Joe the order and the Lear rolled a hundred and eighty degrees, leaving both Masters hanging from their seat belts.

But......the 180 roll also left the naked, spreadeagled and gagged Melanie in a very new and less "comfortable" position, hanging upside down by her ankle cuffs from the floor mounted ringbolts in the airframe that were now overhead rather than down. The muffled protests and screams were quite audible as the new captive flew toward her new home in Alex's "training facility" deep in the interior of Mexico far far down south out of the way of snooping government people.

Frank and Alex watched the scene from their upside down positions until they tired of the blood rushing to their reddened faces and Frank ordered the pilot to roll the Lear back upright.

Frank unbuckled his seat belt and walked to the now upright, spreadeagled and sweating naked Melanie.

"Get use to flying this way, 'sweetheart'.........because after we have you properly trained, our 'friends' will be 'renting' you out and taking you on rides like this to their places for long and 'educational' stays with them."

That brought a storm of movement and gagged protest which Alex 'fixed' with one long press of the buttons on the black box. Melanie arched outward and clamped down on the ball gag strapped in her mouth just as the pilot announced over the intercom that they were approaching the airport and started downward for a landing. 15 minutes later they were on the ground, inside the hidden hanger with the cabin door open. Alex was still playing with the black box, tormenting the sweating beauty unmercifully with alternating hits on the buttons as Frank exited the Lear and talked to the two black clad husky men standing at the open back doors of a white stretch van.

"You guys ready to transport our 'cargo'?"

"Yup, Boss....you want us to go get her?"

"That'd be be nice.......Hey, Alex, lay off the box, will ya? The boys are ready to move her."

The two muscle bound six foot six monsters in black leather pants and vests climbed up the steps of the Lear and shortly came back out with the still sweating and now squirming and muffledly protesting Melanie, naked as the day she had been born. As they removed her from the plane and put her in the van they each described to her in very explicit terms what she would do for them when they got her to her new "home".

The experience and the words she heard coming from these unseen devils who manhandled her into the van and back into a splayed and speadeagled naked position in it's rear compartment truly "unsettled" her.......and caused her to buck and scream into the ball gag as never before, since her journey had begun.

Once they had her anchored to the four ring bolts in the upper and lower outside corners of the van, the two "trainers" looked over at Alex and Frank, standing outside the van's backdoor and one of them asked:

"You don't mind if we teach her a few lessons on the way do you, Boss?"

Alex responded with a casual:

"Hell no; she's yours from this point on guys. We'll take the Lincoln Town Car into town and be out later tonight. You get her started with her 'lessons'......SHE'S ALL YOURS, MASTERS!"

Melanie heard the words and terror took over as she tried vainly to get loose from the suspension straps that moored her to the van's corners and spread her wide and vulnerably before these two "Masters". One of them said to the other, as he closed the van's rear doors:

"That's enough of this bullshit, don't you think, MASTER?"

"Yah.................unhook the bottom, ankle straps and rehook em above with her wrists. I'll drive and you 'teach", MASTER!"

Melanie felt the her right ankle being released and then it shot upward and a click reached her ears, The same process occurred with the left ankle and before she was full aware of what he was doing, she was swinging from the van's ceiling, wrists and ankles together and spread wide as the van started up and began to move.

"OK, BITCH........let's get the blindfold off you and the gag out of your pretty and very useful mouth," and having said the words, the leather clad Master accomplished the deed and pitched the gag and blindfold into the corner.

Melanie began to scream as loud as she could when she saw the size of her tormentor and the way he was dressed and how he looked to her hanging upside down this way. His head was clean shaven and very bald. As she screamed and watched him, he sat down in a comfortable looking black leather covered chair below her and just in front of her. As her screams died away to sobs and moaning protests she heard a strange whirring sound and watched with terror as the man and the seat rose upward and the back of the seat laid back in a reclining position. As the man and his chair rose, he reached down and removed a flap on the front of his black leather "pants" and let the flap hang down. His next move was to pick up the now familiar black box and set it in a cradle on the chair arm. All of this Melanie watched in fear and terror as the exposed man and his very large a rigid male "parts" rose upward toward her face.

"No.....please.....I'll be quiet........pppplllleeeeaaassseee.... ........not the box.....please?"

"Bitch......I don't give a fuck if you scream your lungs out....no one can hear you but me and him (gesturing toward the driver of the van).....this baby is soundproofed and besides, there's no one who could or would help you within a hundred miles of here. Your ass is mine, Bitch......and so is your cunt, your mouth and every other part of you.....but you "forgot" something....wanta guess what it was?"

"I...I.....I....don't know......." came the weak and frightened reply as she watched his right hand move toward the box.

"My name, TO YOU, lovely slave,.....is MASTER! Every time you forget to begin and end ANYTHING you say to me with that word,...MASTER,....*THIS* will 'happen' to you....." and the large fingers depressed the buttons, AGAIN!

Her mouth slammed shut as the screaming terror and pain shot through her crotch and deep inside her two stuffed and greased holes filled with the expanded plugs........and stayed that way until he let up on the buttons.........and a long relieved sigh escaped from her lips and nothing more.

Swinging and swaying from the straps that spread her wide and upside down she now stared through misty eyes at the rigid male member in front of her face and around it at the reclining "Master" to whom it belonged. "My God", she thought to herself, "this can't be real?" But the retreating burning sensations in her crotch and deep inside and her eyes, hands and feet did not lie to her....IT WAS REAL...and she was beginning to understand what MIGHT be expected of her if she was to ever get out of this alive. Those thoughts flooded her mind as she gazed past the monster shaft of flesh in front of her face into the cold, knowing, blue eyes of the black leather clad fiend who had her as his own........what she saw in those eyes made her shudder with fear and begin to speak....nay, plead with him.......

"no more......please, MASTER.....NO MORE? I don't understand what this is all about.........MASTER?"

"Heh, heh......there's nothing to understand, BITCH...nothing at all. You're here.....and that's REAL..........what you see before you is REAL also........you may begin, NOW,.....that is, unless you'd like some more...ENCOURAGEMENT?"

"No..........Mmmmmmaaaasssttttteeerrrrr....no more, PLEASE MASTER?"

"Then BEGIN.....you whore......NOW!"

She stared at the rigid shaft before her and past it at the cruel blue eyes and knew precisely what was expected of her.....nay, DEMANDED of her......and she began timidly to comply.

Slowly she raised her hanging head until her lips touched the turgid shaft..........softly, she open them and extended a very tentative tongue to touch the engorged member she was now looking crosseyed at from her upside down position......and as she began slowly to raise and lower her head and sweep the wet tongue back and forth, she felt the plugs in her suspended and spread open nether holes begin to expand and contract and stretch inward and outward, stimulating her and moving complimentary to her tongue's actions on her tormentor's sexual attribute........and slowly the shafts buried in her began to vibrate...........

Despite the discomfort of her position she began to respond to the stimulation with increased motion of both her tongue and her head, trying vainly to give back what she was receiving.......and as she increased the tempo of her attentions she heard a swishing sound overhead and saw a black blur pass over the shaft.....and

"Faster,......BITCH..........you are NOT pleasing me!!!" came the verbal accompaniment to the explosion.

Her lips, mouth and head shot into frenzied action as the oiled leather strands slid off her stinging cheeks and rasped through her spread and wet crotch and across her belly and between her breasts to slide over her shoulder and downward........"a whip!....HE HAD USED A WHIP ON HER....DOWN THERE!!!!" "My GOD", she thought, as she continued to pick up the pace of her 'attentions' on the quivering shaft in front of her....."what sort of sadist is this bastard, anyway?"

She did not have to wait long for an answer to that silent question as he leaned forward at the waist and grasped her nipples between thumb and forefinger and began squeezing and pulling them upward toward the van's ceiling........tightly and roughly, stretching her tits to the limit and making her exhale in pain and moan loudly.......

"DON'T STOP, BITCH......DON'T EVER STOP UNTIL I TELL YOU YOU CAN.... DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME.......BITCH?"

Quickly the response came...."Yes MASTER...YES!"

As he bent further forward, the shaft tilted downward, until the head of it was on her lips, and he continued with her.......

"NOW......TAKE IT IN YOUR MOUTH AND GIVE ME PLEASURE, BITCH... ...SUCK AND LICK ME GOOD MY LITTLE SLAVE......."

She lower her head with the entering shaft as it tilted into her mouth and began to hollow her cheeks and grip it with her lips as her tongue lashed the advancing head and laved the edges of it. The thumbs and forefingers remained tight on her nipples as the shafts within her continued their wild gyrations and vibra- tions......and her thoughts and questions faded from her mind and only the task before her and what was being done to her in every orifice and in her nipples began to combine to bring both extreme pleasure and extreme pain, all at once, in unison and continuously in an endless stream of sensation that blocked rational thought of any kind remained.

As she rocked back and forth in the bumping, bouncing van she attended to "her Master" as the engines of pleasure and hands of pain began to devour her from deep deep inside........consuming and driving endlessly and relentlessly.......for what seemed like hours of non-stop sensation..........

Somewhere along this wild rise of sensation she had closed her eyes and resigned herself to the task at hand.......and somewhere further along she began to climax.........as her insides churned in orgasm and her mouth, lips and tongue sought to give back what she had inside her and all through her body..........lips tightening and loosening, tongue lapping and licking and cheeks alternately hollowing and relaxing as she strained to please....A MASTER and rose wildly into higher and higher levels of sexual pleasure and rolling continuous orgasmic contractions until there was nothing else in the world that mattered but the task before her and the wild sensations that now drove her into frenzied motion and ever higher into a realm where the nipples, stretched toward the ceiling no longer either matter or hurt....but simply added to what already WAS......and at some point the fact registered vaguely upon her mind that the shaft was advancing and retreating in her clenched lips but HER MASTER wasn't moving in the chair.....and further up into this wild orgasmic flight she also sensed that she was being swung forward and back by the thumbs and forefingers gripping and stretching her nipples....but none of these barely perceived facts had any real effect upon her mind.........which was now completely short circuited by the sensations that engulfed her and had taken possession of her.........completely and totally.

The van stopped at a closed, overhead, roll-up door but the suspended, now grossly sweating and swiftly moving spread and naked woman suspended from the van's ceiling never knew it as the large, round and long shaft drove in and out of her mouth and along the length of her feverishly licking and laving tongue, back into her throat and out to her lips, over and over and over, like a pistoning sex engine driving her to perdition and beyond.. .....and THAT IT WAS AND WAS DOING...the beginning of the end of any modicum of sexual choice and personal freedom......

The door noisily opened as the sweating woman was driven along her Master's rigid shaft and driven always and ever upward into an expanding universe of unbelievable sexual stimulation and attendant pleasure.......mindless of the van's forward motion into the open maw of the ominous mansion that towered overhead.

Once inside, the van stopped and the driver swiveled his seat to watch the scene being enacted behind him as the preoccupied and totally possessed Melanie licked and sucked and laved her Master's shaft in a frenzy of effort to please....no, not just to please....to RETURN pleasure....more pleasure than she had ever known or felt in her life.....totally and in kind. She had long ago passed the point of physical awareness of her surroundings and was now totally engrossed in the task at hand........

And........eventually....she was successful in bringing the Master's orgasm to past as she felt the hot seed course through the member across her lips, across her laving tongue and out into her throat....

As the hot stream began she tightened her lips around the shaft and gulped eagerly to consume the stream within her belly as the endless, wild orgasms within her body devoured her ever more completely and thoroughly........and then the shaft was swiftly withdrawn and the fingers and thumbs left her nipples after pulling her off of the shaft and backwards......

Her mouth opened and a long pleading stream of words breathlessly exited the open, wet orifice........

"No.......more...........please.......MMMMOOOORRRREEEEE.....don't stop....please?"

Somewhere in the back of her mind something registered a quiet warning but the warning went unheeded.....something she said was very wrong...........MASTER.......Oh GOD.......NO MASTER......

And the driving pain hit her in both orgasming lower orifices as the error snuck into her mind...........

"NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!......PPPPPPLLLLLLEEEE EAAAAASSSEEEE MMMMMAAAAASSSSSSSTTTTTTEEEEERRRRR!!!!"

"Learn, BITCH....and LEARN WELL.......no matter what is done to you or with you, you SHALL NEVER FORGET THE WORD......NEVER!!!"

Through clenched, pain tightened lips a swift..."YES MASTER" was heard by the two leather clad men. They looked at each other and smiled as the hanging, naked and spread blond writhed in pain and crashed downward from her orgasmic heights in literal seconds. The fingers released the buttons on the black box and the sweating naked body ceased its contortions and went totally limp.

The New Slave had passed into a black oblivion, from which she would not return until they had her totally and tightly secured in her new "home" with her adjacent "learning sister slaves" in the bowels of Alex's man made hell on earth...his slave training facility in southern Mexico.....a place where a rather tall and slim chestnut haired woman once was held and trained some few years before........a submissive woman named Linda, plucked from the streets of San Diego, California and a high priced call girl's profession by Alex himself and driven across Mexico in the same van by the same two tall, muscular and masterful male devils in the same way.......to this hell hole of slavery and obedience training, plush though it was and unknown as it still is and was then.

Here the once free Melanie would be held and "trained" until the day she was released to her FIRST MASTER for His use and pleasure, for a price, paid to the resourceful and cruel Alex... ....always for HIS price. Here for a dozen years and more, Alex and his henchmen had trained hundreds of female and male slaves.. ...some submissive at the start and others only afterward....but ALL, meticulously OBEDIENT to a Master's or Mistress' ever wish and need....every command, whether spoken or made by a simple, well learned gesture.

There were no TESTS given learning slaves.....ever! Obedience was measured only in the swiftness and completeness of every verbal and physical response of the slave. If thought to be too slow or unworthy of a a Master, swift punishment was meted out in endless streams. Here the tools of a Master were plied upon male and female trainees and here restraints and engines of torment and suffering were invented, built and used on the learning coffles of sometimes silent and sometimes screaming slaves to be. Here, princes, princesses, potentates and the wealthy of the world came to rent or lease their secretive possessions and spirit them away to the far corners of the world and new dungeon homes of continued training, obedience and terror, always to return for retraining and re-renting or re-leasing at the highest per diem prices imaginable and obtainable.

And some, defiant to the very end, never left this place at all, but became object "examples" to their brothers and sisters in slavery of what MIGHT happen to them if they dared to disobey and not comply with every spoken and gestured command.

Soon the naked and unconscious Melanie would be imprisoned below and then after hours of careful preparation and softening up, these two "experts" in Masterful training who had driven her here would take her on a tour of her new home and it's facilities, at the end of which tour, they would show her the "hopeless ones" and tell her that she would more than likely never measure up to a REAL Master's standards and thus become one of THESE... ...imprisoned here forever to become an example to others who transited this place in terror, at first and then in total submission and submissiveness.

And they would explain to her in words and deeds how even the most submissive man or woman who was brought here, sometimes failed to measure up to the standards Alex and his trainers required. Here, Melanie would soon learn that the most feared of all Masters was NEVER a man or a Master but a Mistress.....a woman who knew her body and her mind better than she could imagine and used that knowledge against her in very real, very terrifying ways.

For the next few weeks or months, this place would be the her "home" and her only living memory as the training commenced in ernest and erased all else from her recollections.

Now Melanie was just another slave trainee for the scheming and ruthless Alex to toy with and mold to his standards. Standards so different and so fearfully unusual that no slave who was trained here ever dared to speak of this place to anyone but his or her Master, even when accidentally set free. Once and only once, a slave, a strong and willful female slave had gone to the authorities in France and related the story of her captivity to them. Shortly afterward she "disappeared" and the matter was dropped.

But far from just disappearing, she was carefully extracted from France and flown back here, where she, to this day, reigns as the "queen" of the "hopeless" ones and is used daily to demonstrate the ultimate PENALTY for betrayal and revelation to the "outside" world of the existence of this place and it's purpose.

Each new man or woman brought here for training is "allowed" to hear her scream and plead for death and relief from her endless torments at the hands of Alex's "experts". But death never comes and is not allowed as the fiends of the bowels of Alex's castle in the jungle wilderness take her through endless torment after endless torment in a double edged and double purposed series of sessions to teach what no one else has ever managed in any facility of this sort any where in the world.....that complete obedience and absolute secrecy is a rule never to be violated under any circumstances for any reason, else the violator join this unfortunate slave in her endless torments of a life time's duration. A LONG LIFE TIME!!!

And here, the small comfort of knowing that no renting or leasing Master or Mistress is ever permitted to either permanently damage or disfigure a slave so rented or leased from Alex or even accidentally put one to death is given to all outbound slaves as they are shown video tapes of the executions of careless Masters and Mistresses who damaged the goods or killed one of Alex's possessions. New Masters and Mistresses are shown the same video tapes before they are permitted to lease or rent.

Alex's "world", here, is a very SECURE world. And everyone involved knows that without question. Those who MIGHT forget, are reminded in THESE very real ways of the consequences of "misbe- havior".

This is the reality of Alex's slaves. I *KNOW*. For I OWNED one for over two years. A creature of unbelievable and endless limitlessness. And only when she was on the edge of death from cancer, did she tell the story of this place, and then flee to San Diego to be brought back here to pay for her "transgressions" with ME. I am MASTER PAUL, the LAST Master of the Rings and the last "owner" of "linda". I know of this place. Well and com- pletely. And I have never leased or rented a slave from Alex and never will. Nor can Alex touch me in any way. EVER. But THAT is another story to be told in the linda epic.

(To be continued as NEWSLAV3.sty - Chapter 3 - THE REAL TRAINING

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