Candy Kinky Reader,
Warning: Intense Consent/Non-Consent. Bear in mind the gamers are 18+ in age, licensed STD free, and apply contraception. Thanks for the type and gracious reception you gave Chapter 1.
Have enjoyable,
xxox Emm
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TOUGH GIRL Ch. 02
by Emmalee_Strict
© 2024
Within the basement of the caged slave-whores.
“Um, critically,” Bree whispered tentatively. “Are we not allowed to talk?“
She threw the query out into the darkness, not understanding the place it’d land. It was the slave within the cage to her proper who fielded it and tossed it again.
“I do.”
Bree turned her head. A wire mesh wall separated their cages. The lady nodded previous Bree to point the others. “She will not; she will’t.”
“Will it get us in bother? Speaking?”
“I want!” she giggled. “No, don’t fret. Possibly you missed it, however Grasp Vic assigned me to orient you. When you requested. I used to be questioning what took you so lengthy.”
Bree did not have a solution for that — besides that she was wrung out like a rag, sexually drained, and an emotional clean slate.
She lay on her facet, legs curled up behind her, ankles chained to her wrists in a really free hogtie. She had been luxuriating within the sensations pinging round her sated stomach. Taking in her first evening of sex-and-bondage-slavery, bare and chained; remembering the ropes and the rapes from earlier than; and feeling the candy, sticky shame of cum drying on her face, thighs and ass…
And being caged. Ugh! Locked inside hers, she found the ground was a skinny, wall-to-wall, grey cotton futon mat. She had a pillow. The again of the cage held a small litterbox, two plastic doggie-bowls, and a neatly folded, brown wool blanket. That was it. These 5 objects, plus her everlasting metal, the sum of her belongings.
Or are they even ‘belongings?’ How will you have belongings, if you find yourself one?
That is what she’d been doing on a regular basis the blonde slave was ready for her to speak: tucking ideas like that into her psychological sex-slave scrapbook. And pictures of what was performed to her. Making an attempt to freeze-frame all of it for the sake of future nostalgia.
“I used to be afraid,” she lied.
“That is good,” stated the blonde, and left it at that.
Wrestling together with her free bondage, clinking her chains, Bree turned to face the lady. Turning over prompted a line of jizz to dribble down her cheek from her hair, and he or she stretched her tongue to catch it and lap it up. Yum. Chained the way in which she was, there wasn’t a lot else she might do for enjoyable.
The lady moved nearer to the mesh wall and Bree might see her higher. She was fairly fairly. Her hair was pulled again in a good ponytail, however previous the band, the curly, frizzy locks billowed out like a clump of wildflowers. Reclining on her facet, she appeared not solely full-figured however very tall. Her eyes had been vivid and never lifeless like crushed down slave’s. She appeared, properly… blissful.
Bree requested, with out understanding why, “How previous are you?”
“Nineteen.”
“Oh.”
“12 months overseas,” she shrugged. “I am from Canada.”
Bree had nothing to say to that.
“I am Emmalee.”
“I am –” Bree stopped. Grasp Vic had advised her that her identify was a factor of the previous. To listen to it from her personal lips appeared like dishonest the foundations, no matter these had been. “V-219.”
“It is okay. I perceive.” Once more, she nodded previous Bree’s cage. “Name me Emma. That is Ranjani subsequent to you; she’s Indian, so Grasp Jake calls her Delhi Meat. And that is Ginger. I believe. Or perhaps that is what she is. She’s solely been right here…. huh….” she trailed off.
“Sorry, you stated I might ask questions, proper? What is the story with Jake — Grasp Jake, I imply, and ‘meat?’ He might say our numbers straightforward sufficient, however he has to place ‘meat’ first.”
“Oh that is his job, protecting us completely degraded. I imply, you get that he is the live-in caretaker, proper? Which incorporates slave care. Grooming, feeding and watering, walkies… you recognize what I imply.”
‘Walkies?’
“However see, he isn’t a coach, technically. So when there are no trainers round to maintain us energetic — and there are lengthy stretches the place there aren’t — it is his job to ensure in our down time, we really feel like damaged, cowering, animal items of shit.”
“Fuck, actually?”
“Ya,” she giggled. “I kinda bought a crush on him.”
“How lengthy have you ever been right here?”
Emma laughed softly. “That is the factor. Time is… completely different down right here. Me, it has been… huh. I believe perhaps three adjustments of the season?”
Bree drew a startled breath. Did she imply 9 months? Or extra?
“When…” It appeared like a silly query, however Bree requested it anyway, “When will you… depart?”
Emma grimaced. “Poor lady, you’ve numerous issues to be taught. They practice us not to talk about the longer term. I have been skilled so… arduous… it sort of hurts my head to even give it some thought.”
“I am sorry.”
“It is okay. I prefer it.” The best way she smiled warmed Bree’s coronary heart. Which is sort of fucked up, she thought, contemplating the circumstances. “The best way you cope is, you reside it prefer it’s a dream. And me, you recognize, since the most effective desires I ever had are about precisely what they do to me on this place, that half’s straightforward. My recommendation is, attempt residing it prefer it’s your dream.”
Bree gasped. Wow, shit, that seems like actually…helpful recommendation.
“I am sorry I requested about your, you recognize… future,” Bree apologized.
“No, really, I can inform you like this. Typically the Masters ask us what we wish to, to love… to occur to us. Once they requested me… I stated I wish to be bought.”
“Bought? Why have not you?”
“I am not permitted to know, foolish.” She laughed, “However I’m wondering if it is my dimension, you recognize, like I am a handful or one thing. A petite factor such as you, I guess you’d go in about ten seconds at your first public sale.”
Public sale? Uggh, bought! Bree felt a craving in her stomach to ask extra about that. However she was digesting the half about shutting down ideas of the longer term, making an attempt it on for dimension. So she modified the topic to the previous. “What did ‘Ginger’ do to, to — you recognize?”
“Dunno, I wasn’t there. However she’s on 24-Hour Punishment, I can inform you that. The rule is she has to undergo it for a full day whether or not she has realized her lesson or not. Whipping, caning, overstim, sense-dep, stress-bondage, tame-fucking… did I point out the whipping? Uhhh…“
Her eyes batted and he or she sighed. “Grasp Titus was right here yesterday to manage the self-discipline, however he is gone now. She will get untied when the solar comes up, after which it’s going to be identical to some other day for her.”
“So it will need to have been unhealthy, what she did?” Bree requested… questioning, how can I get the identical remedy?
“I have been via it thrice. Twice it was undoubtedly unhealthy, unhealthy disobedience on my half –“
“What did you do?”
“I… I am not supposed to present you… concepts.”
Rattling. “What in regards to the third time?”
“No concept. I believe it was only for enjoyable. Grasp Mike has a factor for my massive ass, I believe, and he had a pair days to kill on his means via this a part of the state.” She smiled on the memory, “Oooh…”
Bree modified the topic once more. “I’m wondering why I am tied up and you are not. Is it a ‘first evening of slavery’ factor?”
“It is so you will not masturbate, proper. The Masters management our orgasms.”
“Effectively, why do not you? Your arms are free. I imply, are there… cameras?”
“No cameras, no mics. I simply… we simply… behave. Obey. Poor factor, you may see –” She bit again the future-speak and began over, “They practice you the way they count on you to behave. And also you…” She paused, on the lookout for a greater phrase, then selected the inevitable one, “will.”
Bree shivered on the phrases, and on the breezy, singsong voice that spoke them.
“What is the ‘V’ for?”
“Voluntary Slave-Whore. Type of a mouthful, so… ‘V.'”
Not ‘Victor.’ Rattling.
“V-219?” Emma stated softly.
“Bree.” She determined she and Emma had been going to be good associates. “It is Bree.”
“Oooh, that is fairly. Type of robust, too. Bree?”
“Hm?”
“Twice every week, the slave-whores get free playtime. Um, do you… are you…? I imply, I am bi, okay? I believe you are actually scorching, Bree. Do you want ladies?”
“I –” Bree determined to not sugar-coat it. “No. I like dick. I’ve tasted pussy, and it isn’t a turn-on. I like semen and I might take a shower in all of it afternoon. I am a straight, nympho, bondage-slut, cocksucking, masochistic femsub. Interval. Sorry.”
“It is okay, I perceive.” Emma fell silent, however not for lengthy. “Then, um, can I tie you up?”
“How?”
“Rope, foolish.”
“Uh…” Oh, sure. “I believe I would like that, Emma.”
They had been quiet for some time. Actually, they each needs to be sleeping. It sounded just like the weekend was going to take a toll; she needs to be resting up for that. It appeared like V-215, Ranjani, already was. Previous her, Bree could not see via the mesh wall what state V-218, the Punished Ginger, was in.
Speaking to Emma had calmed her down; that was true regardless that every little thing she stated juiced her pussy, it was so fucking scary, brutal and scorching. Nevertheless it was Emma’s, what?, her good angle about her slavery. Her playfulness. That is what put Bree comfortable.
And it felt good to have a pal.
Even a Powerful Woman might use that.
“Emma…?” She had one final query. “Why did you utilize our names? I did not suppose we had been allowed.”
“We’re not. I am making an attempt to get myself in bother.”
“Why?”
Emma hesitated. Bree thought she noticed the lady combating the ache in her head that got here from future-thinking, however she stated it anyway,
“On the bachelor get together, I wish to be the Ache-Pig.”
#_#
There have been some adjustments across the Dungeon that Bree had slept via. Very first thing she seen upon waking, Emma’s cage door was ajar and he or she was gone. The barn door was broad open, and daylight poured via it, warming up the wall of cages. It was recent and golden, the way in which a brand new day’s mild needs to be.
Bree wrestled together with her chains and turned on her hip, dealing with the cages to her left. The raven-haired Ranjani was awake and stretching out, doing yoga. Slave-Cage Yoga. She briefly caught Bree’s eye, nodded, smiled, and went into ‘downward-facing canine.’
Previous her, she noticed that somebody had come and untied Ginger, and the redhead lay dealing with this fashion, sleeping soundly.
The peace and quiet did not final lengthy. A skittering sound caught Bree’s ear, and he or she tensed on the sight of the silhouette within the doorway.
Not Vic, not Jake. Just a few man, Bree grunted faintly.
He sauntered in with a seaside towel draped over one arm and a newspaper tucked beneath it, his different hand holding an enormous mug of espresso. He was sandy haired, younger, and wore sun shades, flip-flops, an open gown, and an erection.
“They stated I might discover some firm right here,” he stated, “you recognize, for down by the pool?”
The raven moved first, however Bree, having picked up the drill final evening, wasn’t far behind: arms behind (properly, duh), knees flush towards the bars and unfold broad, chin on the oval opening, mouth open and tongue out.
The sleeping Ginger did not stir.
The dude marched proper up and inserted his boner in Bree’s mouth. Sampling the merchandise – Ooh! She froze, not sure if she was anticipated to suckle or not. His glans nudged as much as her throat, and paused. “Uh-uh, bitch, present me what you bought.”
As skilled, she appeared as much as meet his eyes, closed her lips, sucked, and moaned. That went on for only a few seconds, earlier than he glanced to his proper and pulled out, swatting her face away.
“Whoa, maintain the cellphone. Shit, I wish to stay in that mouth!”
He was speaking about V-215, and Bree could not blame him — these full, unique lips. He set his espresso on high of the raven’s cage, fished a keycard out of his gown pocket and swiped open the gate. He took her leash from the hook and clipped it to her collar.
She got here out on all fours, squeaking out a whimper of gratitude, and lowered her face to kiss his sandaled ft.
Okay, famous. Bree tossed these classes onto her psychological checklist.
“Sensible choice.”
Jake strode in via the open door, wearing the identical ratty denims and bike boots from final evening, a vivid yellow tanktop, carrying a long-shafted shocker and a cooler, and carrying a coiled whip on his belt.
He pointed his prod at Bree. “The beginner cunt wants grooming anyway.”
She watched the raven uncurl off the ground and crawl ahead behind the leash, and he or she was once more shocked by the lady’s magnificence. She was petite like Bree, although taller — who is not? — however the place Bree had curves, this one appeared to be the residing definition of lithe. She had lengthy, sleek legs, her hips and ass had been boyishly trim, and was virtually actually flat-chested. Bree critically puzzled if she was knowledgeable ballerina. Within the daylight, her honey-gold pores and skin dazzled the room.
Alone among the many slavegirls, she wore her hair free, and the splendor of her shining, wavy black mane made it clear why. The free hair made her look sort of feral. Needing to be tamed, Bree purred.
Jake stopped the man on the door and held out a pair of kneepads. “Outdoors guidelines, dude.”
“Possibly you are mistaking me for somebody who reads the room indicators, dude,” he smirked.
However he took the kneepads anyway and handed them all the way down to his slave, who demonstrated a sleek means of slipping them on together with her shins barely leaving the ground.
Bree tried to comply with what she did, however it glided by too shortly.
“Have enjoyable,” he stated as they left. He went to the doorway and referred to as after them, “Dude, hey, she’s yours for an hour tops, okay? Bitch has work to do upstairs. Honor system, bruh, ship her up and do not make me come down.”
“No matter,” replied the voice receding down the backyard path.
Jake shook his head and turned to Bree. Utilizing a card clipped to a big ring of keys, he swiped open her cage door. “Checked in final evening. Did I point out?”
Instantly, Bree knee-walked her means out, head ducked, arms behind. Knees on the mat, she tried to comply with the raven’s instance and decrease her lips to his boots — however they had been already gone. He had moved down the row to V-218.
He rattled her bars along with his shocker. “Sufficient mendacity round like a used-up get together slut!” He opened her cage and jerked his thumb again over his shoulder. “Upstairs, cunt, and begin cleansing!”
Bree watched this with surreptitious eyes, her brow to the rubber mat. V-218 did not hassle with the bowing and boot-licking, she simply launched herself crawling out of the cage and… rose to her ft, which Bree then noticed prancing away.
Okay, so strolling upright is permitted should you’re advised to rush? Famous.
She noticed Jake’s boots flip her means… and the subsequent second, her hip caught fireplace.
*BZZZT*
Yelping, she could not cease herself from rearing up on her knees — opening herself for Jake to zap her tit. *BZZZT* She squealed and returned her face to the ground.
“Whore, return in and fetch your bowls!”
She complied, ducking her head and backing into the cage. She needed to maneuver inside her cell, however she managed; taking the rim of 1 doggie-bowl together with her enamel, she deposited it on the mat exterior; two bowls took her two journeys.
Whereas she rushed to it, she groused at his use of the shocker. The business cattle-prod, recalibrated for human livestock, gave a shock that bought nowhere close to her higher ache threshold, however she hated it with a ardour, as a result of it was irritating, medical, unsexy. Doms she’d performed with knew this about her. Like Kenny.
Kenny… who as soon as advised her, “Bree, you problem me to seek out methods to punish you that you do not really like. How am I ever going to show you something? Effectively, I believe I discovered one thing you will not get pleasure from…”
Her doggie-bowls deposited exterior the cage, Bree paused on the threshold, knees inside, face bowed over the mat and bowls. This drill she already knew from previous coaching: ready to be scolded.
Jake obliged. “All proper, new meat, new guidelines. If you’re set free within the morning, and if it isn’t as a result of there is a man there fixin’ to make use of you straight away — it is for feeding, watering and grooming. You at all times deliver the bowls out very first thing, meat.”
He touched the prod to her shoulder however did not set off it. She bought the message.
“And then you give your Grasp’s ft some love.”
His boots had been inside attain now, so she lowered her face to them. Feeling chastened, she skipped the kissing half and went straight forward to licking them with slobbering moans.
Jake crouched and set down the cooler, opened it, and crammed one bowl with water from a canteen. The opposite he stuffed with the contents of two small Tupperwares: moist pet food, and the table-scraps of another person’s breakfast — chilly scrambled eggs, fragments of bacon and toast.
Then, *BZZZT* *Squeal*
“Eat, slave.”
She did not want the zap or the order. She was famished and parched. She dove proper in, the meals bowl first. Bree was no stranger to consuming on her knees together with her arms certain, she knew there was no means round messing up her face, so she wasn’t ladylike about it…
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
She gorged, crammed her mouth, chewed and swallowed, then turned to the water bowl.
Lap, lap, lap.
Halfway via her meal, she glanced as much as see a second pair of shoes enter the body of her floor-level imaginative and prescient. They had been Vic’s.
She noticed the ends of the cane he introduced. She noticed his knees crouch and felt his arms on her wrists, unfastening her manacles.
Then she noticed Jake handing off the cattle-prod to him.
Lastly, she heard Vic say, “Hurry up and end. We’re working late, you lazy whore, and you continue to want your grooming.”
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Since she had handed over into Vic’s arms, every little thing appeared to Bree like a scorching, breathless blur. Within the room behind the cages — a white-tiled area like a health club toilet, however smaller and modified — Bree was certain to the ‘grooming station,’ and groomed.
Her again was to a put up, her hips ahead on a brief, vinyl-padded bench, ass up, wrists chained to a hoop set excessive within the pillar, and legs up and unfold broad by chains related to the pillar. Working silently with a straight razor, inside minutes Vic had her armpits, legs, taint and vulva shaved easy.
Bree’s head spun, swooning with emotions of publicity and vulnerability beneath his brisk, workmanlike arms. Including to her disorientation, all of this went on as a rubber bulb pulsed in her anus, which fed her bowels with heat answer from an IV bag. A grinding, unsexy cramping-up burbled in her intestine.
Vic soaped her up and hosed her down, the water bracing because it emitted from the hose jet, making her really feel flippantly flogged. He scrubbed additional arduous at her left tit and proper ass-cheek, eradicating her momentary numbers; then with a type of digital, inkjet pricing gun, utilized the everlasting ones and the QR codes. She felt these two insults to her flesh as flashes of prickly warmth.
As he toweled Bree off, lastly he spoke, “Hope you loved your breakfast, V-219. Usually, slave-whores get breakfast, lunch within the mid-afternoon, no dinner.”
He buffed her tits with sharp flicks of the towel. “However this being a celebration evening, you may get a light-weight lunch after self-discipline drills at midday, and a second enema as soon as the company begin checking in.”
He plucked out the anal bulb and dealt with a plastic pail rigorously to catch the spurting launch from her bowels.
“Ugghh,” she groaned. This half at all times felt to her like a fast however joyless orgasm.
“There’s simply this little time slot this morning to get you skilled up for tonight. So do not muck issues up by performing like a sluggish learner, otherwise you’ll remorse it… by which I imply, you’ll tonight.”
Bree moaned, her lust-clouded thoughts struggling to comply with her sex-slave itinerary. However she picked up on one message aside from the remainder: Grasp Vic goes to speak me via this.