Part Two

Part Two: Breaking Her In

Surrounded by the echoing cries and wanton moans of the other women, Rebecca soon lost track of how long she had ridden in that box. The only way she could gauge the passage of time was the rolling progress of the van, the growing pleasure which filled her body and the buzzing at her nipples. Her hands were bound, and she could look out only through the tiny slit in the box. Most of the time, her eyes were pressed tightly closed against the flood of pleasure.

It crashed against her body, rising with every stimulation and every vibration. Her nerves were screaming and her body was slicked with sweat. She’d cum several times since they had locked her in here, and her own moans were merely part of the chorus now. Each time she tried to gather her wits and focus, the vibrator between her legs would stir into life and she would squeal and yelp as it pleasured her anew. The clamps on her chest were cruel and harsh, tugging and plucking at her with every breath she took. Constantly puncturing her thoughts with sharp senseition.

She could not speak, she was gagged. As were all of the other women who had been loaded in like cargo. She wondered, during the periods where she was able to think at all, where they were going. Who had bought them, and what was their eventual fate? Would it be like hers? Who had they been before they were slaves?

She would never know, just as they would never know her story, or how she had come to be here. They were passing ships in the night, together for the briefest time and then never to meet again.

Her head was swimming. A thick cloud of pleasure threatened to swamp it and drag her under. Her body pulsed and ached, desire and lust and pain all mixing and flowing through her nerves. It was hard to think clearly. A week ago this would have all seemed laughably impossible but now she was standing in a crate waiting to be delivered to her master. A dark, shameful part of her hoped that he would have his way with her as soon as they arrived. Being teased and tormented like this had worked her up, and she couldn’t deny the growing need that was throbbing inside of her, greater than she had ever known.

Alone in the dark, Rebecca was **** to reevaluate everything she thought she knew about herself. With only the pleasure for company, there was no way to deflect or distract. For the first time in a long time, she was alone with her thoughts.

‘’Welcome to the rest of your life.’’

The words repeated in her mind, inspiring anticipation and fear in equal measure. She was afraid of what it meant, of what it presaged for her future. More than this, she was afraid that there was a part of her that was growing to like it.

Looking back now, hadn’t she always had fantasies about this sort of thing? She’d never brought it up with any of her boyfriends, but it had nestled inside of her all the while. And now it was happening. She was supposed to be ashamed, humiliated, and degraded.

Instead, she was aroused. Some part of her was waking up. A deep dark part of her which she had never before acknowledged. Its laughter rolled through her, sowing confusion and fear.

It couldn’t really be part of her. It just couldn’t. It was Chris. He’d thrown her off. He seemed so confident, so sure that she would submit. He had gotten under her skin, but she was ready now. She wouldn’t fall for it again.

The van arrived sometime later. Rebecca didn’t know it was for her until two of the workers started to move her box. It swayed, but they both knew what they were doing and carried her methodically out of the van. Outside, the sun was bright and the wind was warm, brushing against her naked body via the holes in the box.

Chris was waiting for her outside of a large building. He nodded and the two workers cracked open the box. Instantly, Rebecca fell forward. Her legs were cramping, and her body felt weak after her extended journey. Before she hit the ground, Chris caught her. He lowered her slowly, letting her catch her breath.

“You will be fine in a few minutes,” He said. “In the meantime, rest and let yourself recover.”

It was strange to hear him say that. He sounded almost caring but even as she picked up on it, that connection vanished. Snatched away and replaced with dominant authority. For several minutes, she knelt and listened to the van moving away.

When she felt steady enough, she got back to her feet. Chris stood watching her as if waiting for her to make a move.

Rebecca said nothing. She didn’t know how to act around the man who had bought her. Part of her wanted to ask him why he had done it, what plans he had for her now. The other part just wanted him to touch her. To fuck her, to take her here and now right in the middle of the open ground. What did it matter if people would see? She was a **** and had no rights.

That thought was terrifying and thrilling, it filled her with a tense sort of heat which was hard to put aside.

But Chris did not fuck her here. Instead, he gestured for her to follow him and - lacking any other option - she did. She craned her head, taking in as much of her surroundings as she could. They were on the edge of town, but not in a place she recognised. Before them, there was a large building which looked like it had started life as a pair of homes. Extensive work had been done on them to make them into a single building.

“Don’t you like it?” Chris asked. “It’s my dungeon. I put a lot of work and a lot of money into making it just right. But without the perfect **** to go with it, it’s like an empty shell.”

He led her forward, gripping her by the collar and forcing her to stumble through the front door. It was large and solid and could be opened only by the key that Chris fished out of his pocket.

“For now, you’ll be living here,” Chris told her. “Don’t worry, I’ll be staying too. You need to be properly trained and broken to your new position. Once I am confident that you can fit your role, we’ll go elsewhere. Consider this a proving period. There is still time to send you back.”

That sent a spike of coldness through her body. Rebecca did not know the fate of slaves who were sent back but did not imagine that it was good.

She was **** to ascend the stairs on trembling legs. The bottom floor of the building was divided into small cells, which linked to a central chamber. Upstairs, however, things looked a bit more normal. There was an office and a dining area, as well as the entrance to what seemed to be a bedroom.

Beyond this, Rebecca was led through another door. She found herself in a spartan bathroom. It was tiled with white ceramic, and the floor felt cold beneath her bare feet. One corner was taken up by a large shower, and she saw that there were shackles set into the wall.

To Rebecca’s unspoken relief, Chris undid the shackles binding her legs, and let her arms move freely. Then he removed the clamps which tortured her breasts, and even the dildo and the plug from her behind. For the first time, she was before him with no toys, chains or torments.

He pushed her into the shower and ordered her to raise her arms, fitting them into the cuffs which he closed with a loud ‘’click’’. As soon as he had done so, water began to descend from above.

The shower drenched her and washed away the sweat and dirt. It was warm, not too hot, and it cascaded across her naked body.

Rebecca gave a squeak of surprise when it began but soon realised it felt good. Almost relaxing. The tension that knotted her muscles started to melt away as the water ran across her head, shoulders and body. If she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine that she was back home and that none of this had happened.

Chris stood and watched, enjoying the sight of her dripping body for several moments before he spoke.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

“You bought me, sir. I…I belong to you now.”

He gave a rich laugh.

“That wasn’t what I meant, though it was a good answer. I am referring to what I told you before. The reason I bought you. You understand on some level, you just don’t want to admit that you do.”

“I don’t!” Rebecca protested, “I don’t understand!”

The water soaked her to the skin, plastering her hair to her head and shoulders. With her arms bound above her, it also flowed down her body, rolling across her chest and nipples. Every inch of her was soon soaked, and Chris’ eyes moved across her body, enjoying her exposure and humiliation.

“I spoke to the auction head,” He said. “They told me that you were in debt, you became a **** to pay it off. That’s a daring choice. Some would call it foolish. Property has few rights.”

Rebecca’s heart fluttered. She readied a flippant response, but Chris shot her a look which cowed her. It was not a cruel look, but it was a hard one. The look of someone who had heard it all before, and who would not tolerate lies.

“I…I didn’t have a choice,” She looked towards the ground, watching the swirling vortex as the water was sucked into the drain. “I was going to lose everything.”

“So instead of losing it, you gave it away An interesting choice.”

Rebecca said nothing. There was nothing that she could say. Chris spoke again.

“Shall I tell you why I think you did what you did? The reason I bought you? It’s because this is what you want.”

“No,” she looked up at him sharply. “I would never want this.”

His next look at her felt like daggers under her skin.

“We will see soon. Perhaps I am wrong. In the meantime, here are the rules you will be following.”

She nodded miserably. She’d expected as much.

“Firstly, to repeat, it’s ‘’sir’’ and ‘’master’’. Now I notice you failed to do that the last few times you spoke, but I am in a forgiving mood and I understand that this is hard for you. I will not let that slip by again.”

She looked into his eyes. There was no give in them and she realised he meant every word he said.

“I understand, sir.”

“Good. From now on, I expect total obedience from you. You will wear what I tell you, and if that is nothing at all? You will be naked. You will eat what I tell you, and sleep where I tell you to. Any order from me is absolute. It is not to be ignored, forgotten or creatively interpreted.

“Furthermore, your main responsibility is to worship my cock. As a ****, I am sure you were expecting something like that but I wish to make it very clear for you.

“Your goal in life is to bring me pleasure. With your body, with your words, with your mouth. I can use you in any way that I want, and you will do it. I can fuck you, tease you, make you moan and beg and you will take it. You will worship me, my cock will be your whole world. Whoever you were before you became a ****? That woman is now dead. You’re a slut. You’re my slut. Make sure you understand that or you will be punished until you do.”

He pinched her nipple, his fingers dug into it and the sharp pain made her squirm. When he finally released her, Rebecca’s breast was throbbing.

She didn’t know how to feel about any of this. Her head was spinning, and she felt overwhelmed. Everything had happened so quickly and she felt as if she was plunging into frigid waters, the waves of her new life crashing against her body and hurling her to and fro as a ship in a storm.

When Chris decided that she had had enough, the water was turned off. He stepped forward, his fingers brushing against her wet skin as he undid the shackles and allowed her to slump to the ground.

She wondered if he was going to fuck her right here and now, and remembered the feeling of his cock inside of her when she had been in the stocks. The denial of her orgasm still stung, but maybe now Chris would make up for it?

He told her to stand and dried her off with a towel. Then it was back to the chains, though thankfully not the gag or the other toys, and she was led down towards the dungeon.

Chris had prepared a room for her, big enough for both of them as well as for the toys and tools which lined the walls. The centre was taken up by two beams of interlocking wood. They formed an ‘’X’’ symbol large enough for a human body to be pressed into, and each one terminated in a set of metal cuffs.

“It’s a Saint Andrew’s Cross,” Chris told her from behind. “Go over to it. You’re going to get very used to it from now on.”

She stepped towards the strange thing. her heart was pounding at the sight of it. She had seen them used before, on other slaves back when she had been free. She knew how it was going to work. How it would spread her arms and legs, and leave her body open to be used as her master desired. A tingle wormed its way through her pussy which she tried to ignore.

She had ****. That was what Rebecca told herself as she stepped forward, placing her front against the wooden centre. The wooden branches met just under her chest, and Chris told her to stand with her back to him as he undid her chains and **** her arms and legs into the cuffs. When he was done, Rebecca was standing with her legs and arms spread, unable to move or shield herself in any way. She felt strange. With her back to Chris, she had no idea what he was going to do to her.

She could hear him moving, walking back and forth as if in thought. Sweat beaded her forehead. A terrible sense of anticipation began to build, and the waiting dragged on to become a **** in and of itself. What was he going to do to her? What was she going to have to endure?

Why was it that she wanted so badly to find out?

She felt his hands on her shoulders then. His fingers were strong and firm, digging into her pale skin almost tightly enough to be painful. He was probing her, feeling for the anxiety which knotted her muscles.

“It will be hard for you at first,” Chris said. “But you will adapt. You will learn. This is what you chose, and I do not think that you are a stupid woman. You know how difficult it would be, but you elected to take this route anyway. Almost respectable.”

She shook her head, remembering how his words had gotten under her skin before. This time, she wouldn’t rise to the bait even if he punished her.

But Chris did not punish her. He seemed amused instead. His hands swept along the length of her shoulders, tracing a sensual path which made her shiver with want. He was behind her, his body was so close. His presence seemed to unfold around her.

“You don’t need to lie anymore,” Chris said. “Not to yourself and not to me. The truth of this matter is always something you have known: You are exactly where you want to be.”

“No,” She said before she could stop herself. “I’m naked and strapped to two beams of wood. How could that be what I want?”

“Because you could easily have avoided it,” Chris pointed out. “The fact that you didn’t is telling.”

Before she could answer, he cut her off. His voice was firm and powerful.

“Yes, you were in debt. But there were ways to pay that back. You could have taken a loan, or asked for help from one of the anti-slavery agencies. You could have asked your friends or tried to find a better-paying job. Hell, you could even have dealt with the bank and worked out a way to repay the money you owed over time. You did none of this. You sold yourself immediately. Now what kind of person does that as their first resort?”

One of his hands snaked around her chest, groping her breasts and nipples as he spoke.

“The sort of person who does not want to be saved.”

He was close now, whispering the words in her ear. The tickle of his hot breath against the side of her head was strangely sensual, and she was having a hard time focusing. Her body was crying out for more, and only her mind continued to resist.

He wasn’t right.

She knew he wasn’t right!

“Let me make a guess about you, Rebecca. We will call it an, ah, educated deduction. You’re the sort of woman who was brought up to be proper, right? There was always a right way to do things and a wrong way. A good way to act and a bad way. And that was all well and good up until you started to realise that there was a part of you that wanted the bad way. You were a good girl and good girls aren’t supposed to be into chains and whips, slaves and masters. They’re supposed to like pretty, normal things. Fantasise about marriage and vacations and doing exactly what their parents did before them, and their parents, and their parents. Little carbon copies from one generation to the next.”

Chris’ words held her enthralled. Even though she could not see him it was as if he was reaching inside of her and speaking her innermost thoughts. It had to be some sort of trick, but resistance was getting harder and harder.

“You pushed your differences deep down, ignored them. Tried to pretend they would go away but they never did. They just got stronger and stronger. You found yourself watching videos, reading books. Trying to experience it without actually living it. But it was never enough for you. You knew it never would be.

“Then you realised you were in debt, and do you know what you felt?”

“I was horrified,” She said. “I was-”

“-Elated!” Chris spoke over her. “ Finally, the one thing that you had wanted for your whole life! An excuse to be what you really wanted to be. A good girl can’t become a ****. That would shame her and her family, right? But if she’s in debt, well she’s just doing her service, isn’t she? Yes, she’s going to be humiliated, used and fucked. But her family won’t. It’s acceptable, even if her parents end up pretending that she doesn’t exist.”

He turned away from her, leaving Rebecca trembling on the cross. How was she feeling like this? He hadn’t even done anything to her yet and she was shaking!

“One might say that for a woman in your unique situation, it was liberation. Permission to live out your fantasy without guilt.”

Rebecca shook her head, trying to dislodge his words. They were wrong. She knew that they were wrong. It was the debt. That was the only reason she’d sold herself into slavery. There was nothing else to it!

But hadn’t she always been fascinated with those women who did become slaves? Hadn’t she watched them on TV, trying to pretend that she hadn’t been aroused at the very sight?

Hadn’t she always wanted to tell her boyfriends to go harder on her? Hadn’t she climaxed at the thought of being used and commanded?

She felt a sudden impact against her backside, and the resulting wave of pain and shock knocked her away from that line of thought. She cried out, the stinging aftermath spread across her cheeks.

“You forgot to call me master,” Chris said. “I did tell you that you would be punished for it. Or did you forget on purpose hoping that this would be the case?”

Her face burned red.

“Today we’re going to help you accept yourself,” Chris told her. “That mental block of yours is the first barrier to enjoying your new life. Of course, you’re going to be used whether you enjoy it or not, but as I do not consider myself an evil man I would prefer it if you were able to get something out of it.”

Rebecca shook her head silently. She knew if she spoke, she’d be punished again. Chris’ words haunted her, echoing through her mind. She tried to focus on something else. On the stinging pain of his slap or the cold embrace of the straps which held her to the wooden frame.

He couldn’t be right. He just couldn’t.

For the rest of the day, Chris aimed to prove that he was. His plan was simple. He was going to bathe her in pleasure and torment. He was going to fuck her and tease her and make her cum. The climaxes would be unrelenting until she was a shivering mess. Until her logic had been worn away. Until there was nothing left of her pride or dignity which might shield her from the truth.

That was what he told her before he started, and Rebecca knew with dreadful anticipation that he intended to live up to it.

He started with a pair of clamps. They were not like the ones that had been used on her back during the auction. They were made of metal with rough teeth that would grind against her skin as they bit down. Chris reached around her body again, his hands and fingers moved to her chest. It was embarrassing just how little he had to touch her to make her nipples stand out. She was tingling. Desire throbbed through her, and her nipples responded to him quickly. He stroked and fondled them. She started to breathe more quickly as he took hold of the first clamp, placing her nipple between the teeth.

It bit down on her and Rebecca cried out, fighting against the straps holding her in place. The clamp was strong, and she felt it as a sharp, pulsing pain which was overlaid with pleasure. Chris repeated the process with the second one, and this time Rebecca made a strangled sound as it bit down on her.

The feeling moved through her, hot and white. Pain as the metal teeth clamped down against her sensitive skin. Chris tugged on them,enjoying how her body writhed against the wooden cross. It was rough, especially when he slapped her chest! Her eyes snapped open, and her cry was plaintive and loud.

“Are you liking this?” He asked her. She desperately shook her head, unable to speak. He released her chest, and Rebecca gasped in relief but it was only temporary.

Chris returned with two weighted bells. He clipped one of them to each of the clamps and as soon as he did, Rebecca felt the pull on her breasts become stronger. The weights dragged her downwards, forcing the teeth to grip her more tightly and apply more pressure. Added to this, they jingled with every move she made!

Chris pinched her ass, making her buck and writhe. Each time she did, the clamps would tug on her tits, and the bells would jingle! Rebecca gasped and moaned with each sharp pain, Chris’ fingers moved across her backside, tormenting her hips as well. Pinch, pinch, pinch, Rebecca felt that if it were not for the Saint Andrew’s Cross, she would be dancing! And the bells rang and rang, heralding her humiliation.

When he finally tired of that, Chris brought forth a box with a large metal shaft at one end. The shaft culminated in a plastic dildo, and Rebecca felt him nestle the tip of the toy between her lower lips.

By now, she was dripping wet. Everything that she had gone through had served only to fire her up, to make her want more. Her clitoris was hot and wanting, and her pussy was aching to be filled. The fuck-machine pressed between her legs was a silent answer to her **** plea.

Chris waited, savouring her tension. He enjoyed the sight of her squirming body. Her mind and her flesh in conflict. Rebecca knew that she shouldn’t want this. She knew that by giving in she was proving Chris right in what he had said. But her body didn’t care. Her nerves screamed for more, and her pussy ached to be filled. Her clit buzzed, demanding pleasure, stimulation, humiliation. The bells connected to her chest rang with each move she made, making her aware of how she wriggled and writhed.

With her pale skin shimmering in the half light of the cell, and her brown hair falling across her back, Chris thought that she looked beautiful. He carefully did not say it. Such compliments would come later, once the proper boundaries had been set.

He walked up to her and pinched her again, her soft skin was **** to it, and soon she was wriggling. As she wrestled against the restraints, Rebecca heard him speak.

“What do you think of your new life so far? What do you think of being turned into a slut for me and my cock? Are you enjoying it? Does it make you wet? Does it make you want to beg? I bet it does. I bet you’d do anything right now to be fucked.”

He stepped back but before she could recover, he pressed the button and started the machine. Rebecca gave a long, low moan. The dildo penetrated her, entering her pussy and filling her up. Her back arched, the feeling was gradual and slow, but somehow inevitable.

The machine picked up speed. Her body language betrayed her secret delight. The desire bubbled up inside of her. Her grunts and low moans became faster. The thing fucked her as only a machine could. Chris knew that some men might be jealous about that, but there was no point comparing yourself to a machine. A machine was a tool and it was one that he intended to use to its maximum effect.

Rebecca moaned and writhed. Her nerves burned with delight, pleasure rose through her body in a glorious haze. Each time she was penetrated, her body would respond with a star-burst of ecstasy. The motions became faster and faster, and the feelings became harder and harder to tell apart. So that before long Rebecca was responding to a constant stream of stimulation which washed through her body.

Chris watched it all, carefully waiting for the right moment. Rebecca’s face was flushed with heat, her cries were **** and low. The machine wore away her endurance, it was constant, driving itself into her again and again. Waves of rippling heat flowed through Rebecca’s body. She was full of need, of desire and of pleasure. The machine moved her whole world, and soon it became that world. Each thrust made her shiver and moan like no one was watching.

Rebecca tried not to squirm too much. Whenever she did, the weights would pull on her chest. The bells would ring out. At other times, the feelings radiating from her womanhood would overwhelm that feeling. Her body was trying to move, to match the rhythm of the machine and drive it deeper into herself but her restraints bit into her and held her tight.

Chris slapped her ass again. The sudden pain made her eyes snap open and she bucked. The weights plucked at her breasts, the bells trilled and the two sources of pain melded together. He spanked her again, and then a third time. Her body jiggled, and her ass was turning red. The impact spread through her.

Her body felt strange. Hot and cold at the same time. Her skin rose in goosebumps, and her moans started to become more frantic and primal. Inch by inch, the machine, the clamps and the spankings were all driving her towards the edge.

She was panting. Gasping. Her fingers bunched into fists. Her nerves screamed and electricity danced through her blood. Rebecca pressed her eyes tightly closed, willing her body not to cum in front of her new master. Knowing that if she did it would only confirm everything that he had said. Confirm it to Chris and confirm it to herself.

It was so hard. She felt hot. Her pussy was awash with pleasure. Her head was spinning and she couldn’t think. The clamps jingled constantly now, tugging and pulling at her chest. Chris played his hands over her, tracing his fingers across her shoulders and down the curve of her spine and ass. He slapped her, the pain formed a sharp shock which rocketed through her system.

She threw her head back, tears in her eyes. Pain and pleasure raged around her and she didn’t know which she preferred anymore. She was lost in a storm that was her own desire.

She felt herself moving closer to a climax. Felt the world around her start to shift and change. Her nipples burned, and her clit buzzed for attention. The machine fucked her, making her legs coil against their restraints. She was going to cum! She was going to-

Chris read the situation and moved fast, his hand lashed out - not against her this time, but towards the machine. He knocked it down, tearing the dido away from her. It pumped uselessly on the ground. Rebecca wanted to scream as her source of stimulation was so cruelly removed. Cold denial pounded through her body, stabbing into her like knives of ice hammered into her core.

“Do you want to cum?” She could hear Chris asking over the rising need that swirled through her head like a **** miasma. “You know what you have to admit.”

“N-no,” Rebecca shook her head. All of the pleasure and all of the desire which had pounded through her only a moment ago had transformed into a cold denial which swept through her nerves. A **** madness burned in her mind, the promised climax receded away and there was part of her which would do anything to get it back.

“Is that so?” Chris asked. “Well, that’s fine too. We have plenty of hours left in the day. Let’s see if you’re still so stubborn next time I ask.”

The hours continued on. Chris brought her to the edge of climax again and again, and each time he denied her. Each time he did, she would moan or gasp, feeling like she had just been slapped. He loved how her body would twitch, how her legs would beat against the straps securing them to the cross. How her chest would flutter and her burning desire turn to an aching, icy need.

When he got tired of her on the cross, he tied her to a chair. Her legs spread. He knelt between her thighs and the hot air from his mouth tickled her sex. Before she knew it, he was eating her out. His tongue lapped at her pussy, teasing and following the curves of her body.

Rebecca moaned and threw her head back. Her breathing became faster and faster, and Chris stirred up her insides, filling her with pleasure and delight. She wanted to scream, to cry out. As her overstretched senses were pushed to the very limit, she wanted to beg.

She didn’t. She managed to hold herself together even as her body trembled and shook. His tongue worked her womanhood, teasing her clit again and again. When it did, she would jump or moan or gasp. He liked to make her do that, so he did it as many times as he could without her starting to anticipate it.

He continued to deny her, pulling away each time she came close as the savage weight of the loss tore through her. Soon, she was gasping, each touch of his was like agony. It sparked pleasure that she knew would have no completion. She wanted to cum, she wanted to cum so badly that it nearly hurt. It dominated her thoughts and her mind, and each time that Chris denied her it grew stronger and harder to fight against.

Chris mixed pleasure and pain. His fingers penetrated her, fucking her slowly or quickly depending on the level of her arousal. When she was close, he would slow down to a crawl, enjoying how she writhed and moaned and tried to press herself against his hand. When she was further from a climax, he’d move fast, giving her no time to recover or gather her wits. Her pussy was screaming by now. Her nerves blazed with a desire that she had rarely felt quite so intensely. Again and again, Chris brought her to the very moment and snatched it away, leaving her cold and aching.

It was too much for one person to endure, and yet Rebecca realised that part of her was enjoying it. To be used, tormented, mastered like this. It was what she had always dreamed of, wasn’t it? She’d had fantasies, desires… she’d just never thought that they would come true.

After his fingers and his mouth, he used toys. Buzzing vibrators that he pressed against her clit. They made her cry and moan. Chris Swept them across her most sensitive areas and then quickly snatched them away before she could cum. His control was beyond reproach, he seemed to know exactly when she was at her limit. He’d push her and push her, right to the very edge and then just when she felt that there was no way he’d be able to pull back in time, he always did. He put a plug in her ass and twisted the clamps connected to her nipples. The bells rang to counterpoint her moans and gasps.

She lost track of how long she spent there, struggling, locked between pleasure and denial. Eventually, Chris decided to let her cum. He took her up from the chair - by now, her legs were shaking and weak and she could barely support herself - and placed her upon a new device.

It was a wooden saddle set on a triangular frame. It would rock back and forth when ridden, and it played home to a large dildo for her pussy and another plug for her ass. Chris lowered her gently onto the saddle, she didn’t have the strength to resist and she felt the two plastic shafts pressing into her body. Her pussy - now utterly soaking - welcomed the feeling of fullness, and the plug stretched her backside so that she blinked away tears.

The wooden frame was high enough up that she could not h put her feet on the ground. Chris gave her a push and the whole thing started to rock. Rebecca hissed, the sudden motion felt like she was being fucked from the front and from behind! Her hands were tied behind her back, and the weights were still clipped to her breasts. The bells sang with the back and forth motion, and it only got worse when Chris brought out a flogger. As Rebecca rocked, he brought it crashing down against her body! The many tails of the small whip-like tool curled about her naked skin and she felt a jolt like a bolt of lightning.

He rained the strikes down against her skin. Never hard enough to truly damage her, but they made her jump and flinch and moan. Pain blossomed along her body, blooming like a crimson flower. Chris targeted her thighs, her back, and her legs. Each strike made her cry out, made her wriggle and gasp and moan.

Then he started to target other areas. Her breasts, the curling tendrils of the flogger rained down against those and instantly the clamps - which she had by now started to get used to - were again foremost in her mind. The bells jingled madly, her breasts danced under the strikes. Her nipples burned, and her head spun madly. She loved it and she hated it. Her previous life seemed so distant and so boring. Everything around her was so vivid, the feeling, the pleasure, the denial and the pain. Rebecca wondered now how she could ever go back?

She climaxed, the feeling rippled through her, and an ocean of pleasure flooded her every nerve, every cell, every inch. She orgasmed in silence, for this was beyond even the most primal cry of lust or joy. Her body shook, the feeling washed over her, a level of ecstasy that she had never before known.

But it was not over. Under Chris’ direction, she came again and again. All of the promised orgasms which had been ripped away were now returned, every one stronger than the last! She felt helpless, carried along by her own body. Lightning cracked through her nerves. Feelings of heat and spikes of pleasure pinned her to the saddle. Rebecca’s mind was hit hard, waves of desire and pleasure tearing through layers of self-deception, the desires of society and the things she had always been taught that she was not supposed to want.

She was an absolute mess. Sitting on the saddle which rocked back and forth, a dildo in her pussy and a plug in her ass. She was shaking, her hair plastered to her skin with sweat. Her hands were tied and a chain of orgasms had shaken her to her very core.

“Are you ready now?” Chris asked her. “Are you going to admit the truth?”

Rebecca moaned, half slumped over in exhaustion. Her body felt used. Utterly spent. There was nothing left of her except for the aching desire and the sweet memory of the climaxes which had bombarded her. Her throat was dry, and she looked up at this man - at her master .

She closed her eyes. All of the things she had subconsciously ignored when she learned of her debt came pouring back now. There were agencies against slavery, she could have taken a loan. She could have asked her friends for help, there were other ways to get out of it.

But she hadn’t wanted to. The moment she had realised the situation, she’d felt a terrifying surge of joy. Delight edged with darkness. For now, she had an excuse. Now she could be what she always wanted to be.

Those were her thoughts, things she had considered long before she had even met Chris. She knew now that his words had not planted them in her mind. They had merely revealed a truth she had hidden from herself.

“Here,” something cold was pressed against her lips. She realised it was a glass full of water. She sipped on it, feeling the liquid flow down her throat was invigorating and sweet. She blinked, feeling a bit more at himself and saw that Chris was standing over her.

“I know it’s not easy,” He said. “I told you it would be hard. But you’re doing well. You’re doing very well. You’re being a very good girl. You’ve realised the truth, haven’t you? You wanted this. From the moment I saw you at the auction, I knew that you were special. That I had to buy you. If you went to someone else, they might have gotten it wrong.”

“I…” She spoke slowly as if piecing the sentences together. “I realise now. I am sorry, master. I didn’t…I didn’t know…I mean I did but…”

“I understand,” Chris said. “It’s confusing. This is your first step but there are more to come.”

He smiled and reached out to her, his touch was warm and gentle, genuine.

“You’re doing very well, Rebecca. You’re a very good girl. This was the hardest part. Getting you to recognise what you wanted. Understanding that what you had been taught was not who you had to be. Now you’ve done that - it was hard and you struggled, but you did it. I’m proud of you. I am so, so proud of you.”

Rebecca slumped forward. Hearing him saying those things, it felt good. She felt good. Like a new page had been turned on her existence. She realised she would need to reevaluate everything she thought she was and knew. How much more of her was hidden from herself like this part of her had been?

Chris seemed to sense her thoughts.

“You’re starting a new life, my dear. It won’t be easy for you but I will be here beside you every step of the way. You may not know the path forward, but I do. And you can trust me.”

“Do you promise, master?” She looked up at him, and he smiled.

“Yes,” He said. “I promise.”

After this, Chris put her back in chains and led her to one of the side cells. Rebecca’s body was aching by now and felt well used. She’d cum and cum, more times than she ever had in a single day before and she felt spent and tired.

She rested for several hours. Chris brought her food and water, and she ate and drank. All the while, her mind was in chaos. As the haze which had descended upon her began to clear, Rebecca started to wonder what she had agreed to. At the same time, the logic that had convinced her before remained strong. Now Chris pointed it out, she could have done other things to clear her debt but had decided to do this. It made no sense unless part of her had wanted to experience this from the very start.

Chris stayed with her. He was even willing to talk and chat with her so long as she did not forget her place. He was an intelligent man, she quickly learned. He was not unkind, but neither did he lie to her about what her new life would consist of. He told her bluntly as she ate.

“You will be fucked. You will be used. You will be my ****, your sole purpose to worship and adore my cock. Accept that and you will know happiness. I will take good care of you. You will be fed and watered, you will be given gifts. Be a good girl and you will find that this life is everything you secretly wanted and more. Perhaps you will even one day earn your freedom.”

She looked up at him and he chuckled.

“You mean you didn’t know? You really were ****, weren’t you? It works like this: I bought you so I am legally your master. As soon as I paid for you, the debt was discharged. At any point, if I release you, you would be able to go back to your old life with no debt at all. But I am betting that’s not what you want.”

She said nothing for a moment, her eyes falling to the table. Her heart pounded and she wanted to say that it was exactly what she wanted. Except that this would be a lie. Today had been more than she had ever felt before. More glorious, more terrifying. More vivid and colourful than her drab, boring life. She didn’t want it to end. She didn’t want to go back to just being Rebecca. She wanted to be a slut, Chris’ slut. His ****. She wanted to be fucked by him and used by him, even punished by him.

Admitting that was terrifying, as was how different she felt from the woman who she had been only days ago.

“Additionally,” Chris went on. “After a certain number of years, you can apply for freedom on your own. Having my approval would help but is not required. I am betting though that you won’t do that either.”

When she felt stronger, Chris resumed her training. This time he took her to a metal frame which had been set into the ground and told her to kneel. Rebecca did it, her heart pounding. Chris used chains to bind her to the frame, wrapping them around her body until she could not easily move. Then he took out his cock, which was stiff and hard with arousal. Rebeca’s eyes locked on to it, remembering the feeling of it inside her.

“Let’s start the next step of your training,” Chris said. “You need to know how to give pleasure as well as receive it. So use your hands and mouth to make me cum.”

Rebecca had given blowjobs before but never had she felt like this as she did it. The chains which bound her tightly made her more aware of her body, her pussy was still throbbing from everything that had happened, and her chest was sore. Chris’ cock was long and hard as she ran her hands over it, her fingers spread about the shaft. It was warm and responded well to her touch.

Her chains clanked as she set to work. Her hands moved up and down his shaft, his balls slapped against her fingers and she did her best to read his face. Did this feel good? She hoped so. His cock certainly seemed to be enjoying it.

She ran her tongue along the head of his cock, tasting his seed in her mouth and his eagerness. Chris loosed a low moan of approval, and she knew she was doing the right thing. Rebecca started to suck him off in earnest, her tongue teased his shaft and the head of his cock, and she could feel him straining inside of her mouth. Chris wanted to reach down and fuck her face again, but he didn’t. She knew why as well. This was about what she could do, not what he could do to her.

She moved her head back and forth, running her lips along his length. His cock shivered in delight, his shaft grew harder. She was sucking him off now, her tongue and her lips, even her teeth were all just tools to bring him pleasure. She was on her knees, naked and chained, sucking off a guy she didn’t even know.

Why did it all feel so right?

Why did she feel like she’d been born to this?

Every motion Chris made, she read and tried to place. She did her best to repeat the things which made him respond well. He liked her tongue, the feeling of her lips. She remembered too how much he had enjoyed her gagging and - before she could think better of it - she pressed herself down against his cock, letting it fill her mouth and throat. The need to breathe was strong, and she gagged, the sound echoing through the room as she **** herself back and forth along his member.

Rebecca pleasured him for a little bit more before he came. She used her mouth and her tongue, her hands and her fingers. She alternately sucked him off, gagged on his cock and bobbed her head back and forth along its length. Eventually, he came and the taste of his seed filled her mouth. She swallowed it, seeing the look on his face and he pulled himself clear.

“Not bad,” Chris said. “There is still improvement to be made with your technique but for someone new to this whole thing, you do show potential.”

He took her then and undid the chains that bound her to the metal frame. She was freed only for a few moments. He put her back in shackles, binding her arms behind her back and securing her legs. He reached for something and she saw that it was a thin, red and black leather collar.

“This is your new collar, “Chris said as he turned to her. “I’m sure you’ll like it better than the one you got at the auction house.”

Her skin tingled as she felt him close it around her throat. Chris drew it tightly so that she felt it pressing in against her neck and took a step back.

“Absolutely stunning,” He said. Rebecca felt her heart beat faster, the compliment touched her deeply.

“Thank you, master.”

Chris chuckled.

“You’re still not used to saying that, are you? ‘’Master’’. It feels strange to you.”

She nodded uncertainly.

“Don’t worry, soon it will feel natural. Now follow me, we have one final thing to do today.”

He led her away from the cells, forcing her to shuffle along with her legs bound together. Up the stairs, they went, but this time they didn’t turn for the bathroom but rather proceeded down the hall. There was a large door there which Chris pushed aside.

It was a bedroom.

At first glance, you could mistake it for any well-appointed sleeping area. The bed was large and rich, with a soft mattress and comfortable-looking sheets. The room was shrouded in darkness, purple curtains closed against the light. To one side, there was a desk and a computer. On the other, a closet and a wardrobe.

“This is not where I usually live,” Chris said. “But I find it worthwhile to be able to stay here if I have to. I can do work from here with the computer, arrange things or payments. It will be useful until I am ready to show you your new home. Do you see the hidden little secrets?”

She did, and they sent a splash of warmth through her body. The room looked normal at first, but then you saw what he had hidden away. The frame of the bed was strong and reinforced. There were straps which could be used to secure someone. A set of chains lay at the foot of the bed, and a half-open wardrobe revealed a collection of sex toys waiting to be used.

Rebecca was tired. The day had been long and she had already pushed her limits. Given the choice, she probably would have slumped to sleep then and there. But the choice was no longer her own. That was what it meant to be a ****, and that thought aroused her greatly.

Still in chains, she was pushed onto the bed and told to make herself ready. Her body tingled with warmth, and she felt her pulse racing. Chris started to take off his clothes, and the mattress sagged as he climbed onto it as well. She could feel him close to her now. Her heart skipped a beat as he pressed his body up against hers. His skin was warm and rough, and his hands roamed across her side, slipping around to press into her chest. Rebecca closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his fingers caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples. She bit her lower lip, the gentle play of his hands across her naked body was unbearably erotic.

He pressed the tip of his cock into her pussy from behind, preparing to fuck her in doggy style. Her body stiffened in anticipation, all of the events of the day had been leading up to this. She didn’t know what to say or do, but at that moment that didn’t matter. Chris knew what she wanted to say, he’d known her before she even knew herself.

Without a word, he fucked her. The springs of the bed groaned as they moved back and forth. Rebecca’s hips ground against Chris’ cock, his thrusts filled her up as nothing else had. His shaft was warm and hard, and each time it penetrated her it was followed by a burst of heat and delight. She was moaning, sliding back and forth as she went. Chris fucked her faster and faster, driving himself into her, making her cry out in ecstasy and desire.

As he had his way with her, Rebecca reflected on her life. On everything that she had been and everything that she was still yet to be. As a ****, as a woman, as a person, she realised now that things were clicking together as they never had before. The part of her that she had always denied was finally set free and she felt… happy?

Yes, she felt happy.

Chris was close, his pounding cock made her squeal and moan, her body swayed and her pussy was wet and wanting. Her clit burned, sparking like a strobing light and her body felt alive as if never had before. More than this, however, she felt free. More free than she had ever been before. More like herself than she had ever been.

Chris had been right. She’d been hiding. Hiding from herself, from her desires, from who she wanted to be. Now it was over, now she was who she was meant to be.

Rebecca rocked back and forth, trying to bring Chris the same pleasure that he was bringing her. The chains which bound her only made her more excited. It was an amusing irony, for though she wore chains she was now free.

Rebecca came first, but Chris merely spun her around, having her lie with her legs spread as he went at her again. His cock sunk into her, thrusting and grunting as he went. Rebecca arched her back, riding him with everything she had. He came inside of her, and she felt him fill her with his cum.

“Thank you,” She moaned, “Thank you so much!”

They fucked for the rest of the day until the sun was down and the sky was dark. Only then did they rest. Rebecca’s body ached, she was exhausted, pushed beyond any limit she had ever felt before. Still chained, she lay next to Chris on the bed, his arms were wrapped around her and her body was pulled against his own. She felt warm and secure, safe after everything that had happened. Rebecca contemplated her new life with joy for the first time. A feeling was rising through her, bone-deep and growing stronger.

Euphoria.

For the first time, she felt like she had come home.