Lucy remembers her first day in slavery

The day Lucy turned 18, Jeffrey picked her up early morning, told her to strip, took her to the townhall to register her as a new ****, and then took her to his home to fuck her. It was done and over with before noon. Lucy couldn't bring any belongings or clothes to her new place and she knew it : she was a grown-up girl now, she didn't need any of that.

Now it wasn’t the first time for Lucy to be fucked, in the previous year she had experimented a bit with a ‘boyfriend’ her age, but that was child's play. This was different. This was her first duty, and she obediently gave herself to her owner. He had told her lie on her back and keep her legs spread. He was rough and ruthless, but he built it up and at least gave her the impression that he knew what he was doing. Her firm and soft large boobs didn't seem to evoke any tenderness in him. He almost overlooked them, until the very end when he grabbed them, keen as he was to come inside her. Even with her little experience as a fresh 18 year old, Lucy could tell that Jeffrey was a professional. This was not a man who had been dry for years, this was a man who had a passion for manhandling teenage girls.

After he had come inside in her, Jeffrey walked away to got dressed and then came back. He told her to kneel before him and look him in the eye. She was nervous, was she good enough ? This man wasn't just anybody, he was quite an authority in this town. Jeffrey held her face in his hands and said: "You're good, quite good." He talked about her as if he was approving wine, like a connaisseur. Lucy felt a relieve, especially that she hadn't disappointed her father. And she was proud to have pleased him. "There are a few things I should mention; and that is firstly that I expect you to know your purpose." Lucy nodded submissively, she understood. "Listen to me : I don't accept any arguments, ever, whatever happens. I am decent man, no weird shit. You're always going to do exactly as I tell you. You are kneeling for me right now, that is your nature. It's what girls do. All I do is remind you." Lucy nodded, she believed she understood.

"Spread your legs". Lucy spread her legs. "Always keep them spread whenever you kneel." Lucy nodded.

He continued: "I have seen you around a few times and you seem to be an obedient little lady. Well you're a good fuck, that’s for sure. But I know how girls can be when it gets real. Let me tell you : I cannot accept any whining. Complaining about this and that. Not even once. Is that clear?"

She nodded "Yes Sir, that is clear." "Well, it'd better be because your father urged me to protect you and I will. But if the girl starts to feel sorry for herself, then it's over in one go. Think of those titties here." He squeezed both her boobs with one hand. "They wouldn't be so pretty anymore after 20 men a day for four years. And they'd still be lining up.. It happens all the time with teenage chicks, and that's what you are. I only fuck what's young and hot, and I intend to keep you that way.

The thing is: I fuck whenever I like. And I like what I see, I do. You are going to have to present yourself accordingly - it means that you're always ready." Lucy nodded "It means you spread your legs whenever I come near. Even when I'm just passing by. You're just a girl. Don't expect any lady treatment, ever." Lucy wasn't too enthusiastic about what he had said, but she gave a faint smile. "Yes Sir".

It took some time for Lucy to understand what he meant, but he meant what he said : she had to spread her legs dozens of times a day, to remind him that she available, that he could use her any moment. She was to have nothing else in mind than serve Jeffrey as his fuck toy: being fucked was her only purpose. She said she understood and politely thanked him for his care. A few hours later, Jeffrey walked up to her and fucked her again, just to test her obedience. He was good, he squeezed her boobs when he came, and nodded in approval when he walked away, "nice". The rest of the day she was keen to spread her legs several times, even though it wasn’t likely he'd fuck her a third time.

The first day set the pace for the days to come, and Jeffrey usually approached her to fuck her twice a day, as he had said on the most unexpected moments. The rest of the day she was supposed to do some chores. She had expected light cleaning work, because of her **** state, but he let her lug around boxes and equipment in the nude. Even when she was working up a sweat, he could walk up to her and fuck her on the spot, in the garden or in the garage. Jeffrey never introduced her to anybody but people in the area knew she was there; she even helped a neighbor with some work in his garden, and a delivery guy with unloading soft drinks. Most guys just liked to stare; the neighbor did 'accidently' place a hand on her tits but nothing else, nobody wanted to trouble Jeffrey.

Soon it turned out that Jeffrey's son Thomas was also interested in fucking her. In fact, this was common practice in many households with more male family members, and Lucy was foretold that it could happen. She wasn't being sold, just shared between father and son and she understood.