A Family In Slavery

by Peter King

  Meg started to stare at Katia as she worked on her hair, both girls naked and showing no shyness. The pragmatic side of her personality had been working on a way of accepting her situation, once her rebellious side had been erased by the constant domination of her life. Katia was sweet and adorable, but all that did was make it easier for Meg to accept the harsh life of a slave. Though her mother and sister were treated far less courteously, Meg was still subject to a life without any choices or control.

  Once her hair was combed out and tied into a neat ponytail behind her back Katia began to apply makeup to Meg’s face. As she was transformed from a natural looking young girl to a painted strumpet, she felt her comfort level dropping, as the prospect of facing Sam entered her thoughts. The video was still clear in her head, but it didn’t answer all her questions. Did her mother really agree to have her daughters made into slaves?

  What she did on that video looked like it was consensual, she was not bound or visibly forced to do what she did. She could have been coerced, but it was also obvious as it progressed that she was really enjoying herself. Meg had become attuned enough to a woman’s response to orgasms to recognize the ones her mother had while fucking Sam. She really wanted to hear her mother admit it to her, but she had already chosen to submit to Sam, reacting to the emotion of the moment.

  That dilemma plagued Meg, if she balked now, she expected both she and Katia would suffer for it. If she willingly submitted to Sam now, she guessed she would witness her mother endure some kind of punishment. Neither prospect was appealing, and to the girl who had all but given up thinking about how to get out of her situation, it was burden she did not want. That is exactly went it hit her…she had no choice!

  As that thought dawned on her and looking at the way Katia had made her up to look so sexy, Meg felt her old self step back and allow the slave inside her to emerge. She would ultimately have to submit to Sam, which was obvious, whether it was now or later did not matter. The last vestiges of her logical mind enabled her to accept her lot as inevitable and she felt herself relax and start to focus on the upcoming task. She would be kneeling at her master’s feet soon and she had to demonstrate how well she had learned her new role.

  Breaking her from her thoughts, she heard Katia say, “This is how master likes his pets to look. Now stop daydreaming about him and help me put on my makeup, you need to learn how to make yourself pretty for him.”

  Meg seamlessly slipped back into the persona of an obedient slave serving her mistress, and wondered why she troubled herself thinking like that at all. Meg looked at Katia’s naked body beside hers and felt that new and yet familiar tingle in her sex. She thought that though the price was high to live like this, the rewards were intoxicating. After her wrists were released, she applied makeup to Katia’s face, her desire to explore the depths of her newfound sexuality expelled any silly thoughts she may have just had.

  Once both girls were made up like a pair of expensive call girls, with deep red lips and heavy black eyeliner, Katia started looking through the clothes that hung in racks along the walls. She chose a diaphanous black negligee for herself and a matching white one for Meg. First they donned silk stockings and garters, which matched their outfits and six-inch pumps to complete the ensemble. Then they slid the nearly transparent nighties over their heads. Together they looked in the mirror and the sight of their sexy bodies so provocatively displayed aroused both of them.

  Aware of the import of what was about to happen Katia said, “We will walk to master’s study, but once there we must kneel and crawl into the room. After we are inside stay beside me and keep your eyes downcast, do not look at him unless commanded to do so. We will assume the presentation position after we are in front of his desk and you will then wait for his orders. Is that clear my pet?”

  “Yes mistress, I promise to make you proud,” she said, adding the extra comment since she suspected Katia was responsible for making sure she was properly prepared for this moment.

  They proceeded to Sam’s study and both slaves knelt before him, now alone in his office. Meg felt butterflies in her stomach, nervous and excited about this meeting and what it meant. Would he throw her over his desk and plunder her pussy for the first time? Memories of Sam reaming her mother out on the video rolled through her mind, helping to get her pussy nice and wet. The fact that it was her mother she had witnessed seemed to have no impact on the determined girl.

  After crawling into the office and assuming the present position with Katia, she heard, “Crawl to me slave and kiss my feet,” as Sam’s voice came from his seat behind the desk.

  Meg dropped to her hands and made her way around the desk, bowing to his feet to lick and kiss his shoes. Her anxiety and arousal grew as she approached him and once she was groveling at her feet she felt her pussy start to pulse with desire. She did her best to display her ass, with her negligee sliding up her back as she bent down, exposing her twin mounds.

  First he watched his new toy kneeling at his feet, but then he turned to look at Katia and said, “So Katia, she looks willing, how are her oral skills progressing?”

  Katia replied, “She has become skilled at servicing pussy master.”

  “And what of cock sucking, surely she has practiced on dildos, hasn’t she?” he queried Katia, seeing the look of surprise on her face.

  From her time serving him she knew this trap was deliberate and was designed mainly for Meg’s benefit. He specifically told her to only teach her the feminine aspect of slavery, but she knew she was never privy to master’s true plans she was just his willing pawn. Ever the dutiful slave, Katia replied, “I have failed in that task master, to my knowledge she has no skills or training in cock-sucking.”

  “Onto the horse with you, pain position,” he said, pointing to an apparatus in the corner. It wasn’t usually there, making Katia certain this was a performance specifically for Meg’s benefit, as she immediately crawled atop the wooden device.

  On the floor behind the desk Meg could only hear them speak given her position near the floor. She heard Katia climbing onto whatever the ‘horse’ was across the room. Then she heard Sam say, “Up on your knees and look into my eyes Meg.”

  She obeyed and fixed her gaze on his dark eyes, though she really wanted to see what was happening to Katia. Something had obviously gone wrong and she assumed she was not prepared to serve her master yet. The feeling of arousal that started in the dressing room and built up as she licked his feet was suddenly gone, replaced by a pang of fear and uncertainty. She wished she had tried it at least once, given the amount of guys who tried to get her to suck their cocks in her old life. Even though she was one of the ’brainy’ kids, her extremely good looks brought many unwanted advances. Suddenly her past prudishness seemed totally childish. Looking into Sam’s eyes now made her feel small and inadequate.

  “Never had a cock in your pretty little mouth slave?” he asked whimsically.

  “No master,” she meekly replied feeling ashamed for preserving her purity in every sexual aspect. This shift in her morality was transparent to her insidiously manipulated mind.

  “Would you like to taste mine?”

  “Yes master, if that would please you,” she replied, her nerves now frazzled.

  “Take it out and put it in your mouth,” he said, spreading his legs and leaning back to give her access to his groin.

  Nervously she opened his pants to find his semi-erect penis lying back against his pelvis. She took it with her hands and gently pulled it toward her mouth, lowering her head to engulf it. It pulsed when her tongue explored it as she closed her lips around him, her fear melting as her passions again started to flare. It hardened under her gentle caresses, making Meg’s pussy tremble with desire. The feelings inside her grew as she bobbed up and down on the shaft, wanting it to breach her pussy and make her his sex slave.

  As she sucked on his cock she heard him say, “With training you could become a superlative cocksucker slave, and I sense your desire, even

though you need to learn technique. Now sit back on your heels and face me,” he commanded her.

  Sadly she sank back to the floor feeling completely unprepared to please her master. She looked up at him like a deer in the headlights, unsure of what she was supposed to do. But he smiled at her and the weight she felt started to lift and she started to relax.

  Sam saw the way she looked at him and new she was indeed mentally prepared for her new life. The way he was able to easily manipulate her emotions and maneuver her like a puppet spoke volumes. She remained composed even though he created turmoil in her mind. She was eager to please, but did not know how yet, and she was ready to learn.

  After a long pause, he said, “Katia is a slave like you and accepted the task of training you to serve me. The fact that she failed to complete that task is not your fault, but I am assigning you a new trainer to get you ready for me. When you know how to service me with your mouth, then we will talk about using your cunt. Now stand up and look at Katia.”

  Meg stood up and looked over to the corner where Katia was, seeing her bent over an inverted V of wood. She was reaching up behind her back and holding onto a stout metal ring dangling from a chain in the ceiling a couple of feet above her back. She was lying face down with her tits lying on the slanted sides and her pussy crushed against the sharp point where the wooden slopes were joined. Her legs were draped down the slanted boards, and she kept them straight out from there, the taut muscles evidence of the strain on them.

  “She is keeping most of her weight on her pussy, aren’t you Katia? He said.

  “Yes master,” replied Katia, the strain evident in her voice.

  “Meg, go stick your tongue into Katia’s cunt and kiss it goodbye, you will not see her again until your training is complete,” he said and watched as she walked up behind Katia, bent down and began to lick her exposed pussy.

  As she licked Katia’s cunt Meg heard the door open and someone enter. And just as she felt Katia’s pussy begin to tremble with pleasure, Sam’s voice said, “Meg meet your new trainer.”

  Reluctantly she pulled away from Katia’s cleft and turned to see a man she did not recognize, yet seemed familiar. An internal compulsion took over and she sank to her knees, crawled to his feet, and started to kiss his shoes. She hoped it was the right thing to do, thinking that he told her to meet her trainer and what better way than abasing herself at his feet.

  “Manuel,” said Sam, “take Meg, you know what to do. Get up girl, do as Manuel instructs and soon you may be ready to serve me.”

  When they were gone Sam turned to Katia and said, “Get up girl, you did fine. Now hurry up mama slave is waiting for you.”

  Chapter 12: Lessons to Learn

  Having reallocated his resources and shaken up the slaves, Sam went with Katia down to the dungeon where Monica was still hanging inverted and alone. In her current state, the dildos still planted in her holes, the distraught woman thought Meg was with Sam when they first entered. And when the young girl made a beeline for Monica’s splayed legs, a moment of panic consumed the hanging woman.

  She cried, “No Meg, you can’t do this!”

  “SILENCE SLAVE!” roared Sam, clearly irate over her outburst. “Stand aside Katia this bitch needs to be punished!”

  Katia backed away and Sam grabbed a crop as he approached Monica. Monica was aghast as he began to beat the undersides of her tits, hanging down near her chin. The pain was immediate and intense, her screams a testament to the vicious attack on her soft flesh. He gave her twenty lashes, ten for each tit, leaving her sobbing and her tits throbbing in pain.

  “Now what do you say slave?” he asked Monica.

  “I…am…sorry…master,” stuttered the crying Monica.

  He cracked the crop across her shaved mons, making her buck and wail, and after a moment he said, “Slaves thank their masters for correctives.”

  “Thank…you…master,” she replied between gulps of breath, her newly colored tits rising and falling on her chest between each word.

  “That is better, the next time you speak out of turn the punishment will be far worse,” he said, then turning to Katia he said, “You may continue what you were about to do Katia.”

  The sprightly slave, still attired in her black outfit, walked behind Monica and grasped the dildo protruding from her rump. She started to pull it out, and then began to pump it in and out of her ass, making Monica moan. After teasing her like that few a few strokes she withdrew it completely and moved her face between Monica’s ass cheeks. Grasping the other dildo with her free hand, Katia began pumping Monica’s cunt with it, while she jammed her tongue deep into Monica’s stretched bumhole.

  Sam knelt so he could face the inverted slave and said, “That feels good Monica, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes master,” she replied, the pain in her voice replaced with arousal. It scared Monica how easily severe pain could be turned into instant arousal, feeling her pussy lubricating under Katia’s ministrations.

  “Katia is here to teach you how to please a woman, a skill you will require in your new life. And if I had brought one of your brats to you, you still have no right to protest. My promise was to save them from extra suffering and I have, but your outburst has earned one of them a punishment. I will make sure you have a front row seat when it happens. Do you understand?”

  “Yes master,” replied Monica, feeling totally defeated after hearing what he said.

  Katia listened to the word play, but remained focused on her task. Shortly after master had admonished Monica, Katia began to coax her close to another orgasm, noticing how she strained against her bondage. She slid the second dildo free and used her mouth to assault Monica’s exposed sex. In minutes she was trembling in the throes of another forced climax.

  Still kneeling in front of her face, Sam watched her expression as the sexual heat enveloped her, and then said, “See how much better your life is when you cooperate slave?”

  “Yesss Massster,” she purred, the ripples of pleasure in her pussy consuming her.

  He stood up and walked behind his hanging slave, undoing the rope that held her arms to the wall behind her. Then, with Katia guiding her head, he lowered her until she was resting on her shoulders on the floor, her legs still split wide and hanging from the ceiling. Katia maneuvered herself so she was squatting above Monica’s chest, her pussy directly above Monica’s mouth.

  Sam then said, “I will leave you in the hands of a capable teacher for tonight, tomorrow you will start to learn what your role here will be,” then he turned and left them.

  ***

  Upstairs in Manuel’s room Meg was kneeling on the floor, her wrists bound behind her and tied to her ankles, as her mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. Juan held her head in his hands, telling her how to work her mouth around his cock. They had been like this for an hour and Meg was beginning to wonder what she had to do to make him come. She did everything he asked and still his cock was hard and not yielding his hot spunk.

  Her thoughts, though focused on Juan and her task, could not help but worry about Katia. Being separated from her increased Meg’s anxiety and the fact that she assumed the girl was now suffering did not help her to relax. The bond that had formed between the two slaves was strong and would color her life as a slave here. Though she was compelled to obey Sam at this point, she was also devoted to Katia, hoping to be with her first mistress again. But as she worked her mouth over Juan’s cock she could feel her pussy rumbling with desire, convincing the still naïve girl that she craved cock too.

  After what seemed like an eternity, her jaws were getting sore from working on Juan’s member. Suddenly he gripped her head tight and held his cock in her mouth. When it started to pulse and spurt his juices into her throat she nearly gagged, but managed to swallow his load. The taste was salty and tart, and she liked it, along with feeling satisfied that he had finally come.

  After his cock had pumped its load, he said, “Not bad, but not good either slave. You need a lot of work.”

  He pushed her backward, making her tumble to the floor, her arms trapped behind her back. She made no protest or comment, though she felt compelled to ask his forgiveness. He casually used his foot to roll her onto her belly, her breasts crushed against the floor. Then he placed a large dildo in front of her face and ordered her to practice on it. He sat and watched as she squirmed to it and took it into her mouth, trying to suck it while hogtied on the floor.

  She spent the whole night sucking on something, dildos for a while, and then Juan’s cock again. All the while learning to take more and more into her mouth, suppressing her gag reflex as she learned to slide them into her throat. When he was finally done with her, she slept on the floor in her tight bondage, with her neck leached to one the legs of his bed.

  The next day was more of the same, earning a vibrator-induced orgasm when she had successfully taken his whole cock down her throat. These lessons also had the desired effect of making her wish to feel a cock in her pussy. Her craving increased as she sucked and licked, hoping to find her way back to her master’s feet. When she got short breaks to regain her strength, all she could think about was Sam’s cock, wanting it first in her mouth and then in her cunt, aching to feel a hot cock inside her unused sex.

  ***

  After dog-slave got her romp in the yard, Juan took her back down to the dungeon and bound her on her fucking bench. He ravaged her throat, pussy and finally her ass, making Maria come like the bitch she was. This slave, he thought as he pumped into her tight rump, was well trained and nearly ready to assume her role in life. After filling her ass with his spunk, she felt her tail replaced and received a long spanking that did nothing but increase her arousal.

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