Coed to Slave--A Summer in Chains

Chapter 3

It was hard to believe that this luscious college girl was still a complete virgin at the age of twenty three. This did though explain why she didn’t keep boyfriends very long. To me this meant she was a different kind of slut. She was something far worse.  Well actually I didn’t think of a slut as a bad thing but she was a cock tease. A slut was a girl that had to have her holes filled whenever, however and by whatever she could, be it man, woman, animal or vegetable or a few of each. I knew Victoria was a slut. I don’t consider that a bad thing.  I was actually very proud of my little girl. I doubt she had kept her virginity past fifteen and though she may have done her share of teasing, I am sure she gave most of those boys exactly what they wanted. Speaking of Victoria, Daddy’s little girl deserved and would get a spanking for not telling me about Jennifer’s virginity. She was still a brat sometimes but I loved her and handing me such a prize would certainly lessen her punishment.

However, this new information added another dimension to Jennifer’s training. Different scenarios for deflowering her flooded my mind. I even considered letting her keep her hymen in place as that would double her price at auction. Money though was not the most important thing in my world. I once sold a woman for a dime just to complete her humiliation even though she had begged me to keep her. However, this jewel of the orient would bring a fair price as a virgin or not.

Her ass would definitely be my prize but I planned to build her anticipation and trepidation of that event. That of course left her beautiful lips, mouth and throat to be penetrated and filled. The first of her virgin holes to taste a man.  My cock hardened at the thought.

However, patience and control over my own desires are part of what makes a true Master, what he is and what sets him apart from all the wannabe’s and the rest of the male population. There was still other business to attend to.

I had learned long ago that when training a new sub that there was an order to the lessons taught. Two of the first things were helplessness through bondage and then discipline. A whip was an excellent tool for this. Whips come in many styles for many specific uses. By a Master, they can be wielded with just enough strength and in exactly the right places to bring pleasure or pain. They can tickle or torture. They are also extremely intimidating by both sight and sound. Of course I would never permanently mark such a flawless body but the girl does not know this. There are several reasons for such a lesson early. Respect for the whip and Master is gained at the outset of training which then goes smoother. Also marks left by the whip have time to heal before her body is exposed in front of potential buyers. There had to be, of course, a reason for the discipline. In this case she had already provided that with her history of teasing and tormenting the boys. Then adding insult to injury soon after her punishment her mouth would be virgin no more.

The lovely Asian was already scared and confused. She was beginning to question who she was. She was very vulnerable at this point. I tilted her chin up with a finger, my face within inches of hers. “But first you little bitch, you mean to tell me you’ve teased the boys with that body and those clothes that show almost everything and you’ve never even given a blowjob? Shame on you.  But my beauty, over the next five weeks I am going to train you to be the biggest slut in the city. Your body obviously knows it already. It’s time for your mind to know what you really are. You are going to be punished severely for the way you have treated men in the past. If I am right, your body will prove it by making you wetter than you have ever been in your life”.

She started to plead with me as I took the chains from her ankles, pulled her up by the hair and half dragged her to a bench about waist high. I pushed her face down on the bench. Her legs were dangling off one end while her head was about even with the other. I then took one slender ankle and pulled it to one side and chained it securely to an iron ring on the floor. I did the same with the other ankle in the other direction stretching her legs wide apart. Though she continued to squirm and beg, her legs were now secure with her ass just over the end of the bench and her pretty lips also spread open. I unfastened her hands from behind her and chained each wrist to rings just as I had her ankles. She was now completely bound and helpless. Her pleas had turned to sobs.

I selected a whip from the wall with great care and where she could see. I chose a cat-o-nine-tails. It is a short handled whip with nine heavy cords of leather. Perfect for this punishment.  I hit the leather chair hard that she had been sitting on. The sound was loud and had the proper affect. I saw the terror in her eyes. Her next plea was cut short as this time the whip connected with her round little ass. She screamed. I wondered if she had ever even been spanked before. I began to rain down blows on the backs of her legs, her back, but more concentration on her ass, near but not touching her cunt yet. Somewhere during the whipping her screams turned to moans. They were a combination of pain and arousal I was sure. I stopped when she was a perfect shade of red from her shoulders to her calves. There were deeper lines everywhere and small welts on her ass. No cuts, nothing that wouldn’t completely heal in a couple weeks.  I took my fingers then and slid them up and down between her pussy lips. Her juices covered my fingers and dripped onto the floor as I had known they would.  I wiped them over her lips and under her nose. “Taste and smell the slut you really are on the inside. Before long everyone will know because you will be begging for cock.” I ran the handle of the whip up and down her cunt spreading her lips even wider. “I could ram this up inside you. Would that be a way to remember losing your virginity?’ I then slid the whip handle between her ass cheeks against her most taboo hole. “Or here?  But no, I want you to think a while what it will feel like to be fucked there.”  She kept repeating, “No, no, no”.  “No?  No… to which?  No,  you’re  not the slut your Master says you are?  No, you don’t want all your holes opened up? Yes you are and yes you do and I will prove it right now. Then you will know that I am right and you will never say no to your Master again.”

I raised the whip again with a different target and from a different angle. By snapping my wrist, just the tips of the leather connected with her sensitive and still very wet pussy. The sting would send jolts all through her body. I began at the bottom of her hot cunt a slowly toward her clit. She was spread so wide she would feel the sting deep between those lips. When the leather found her clit her body shuddered and spasmed. She screamed again but this time in the most intense orgasm she had probably ever had. I stayed the whip as I watched her quiver and cum for a full minute or more.

I waited silently till her breath returned to normal. As I waited I studied every detail of her body that was afforded to me in the position she lay. I could see how wet she still was which gave me another wicked thought, though I shelved that idea for another time.

I spoke more quietly this time. “Now do you believe me? You got wet when I put your teeth in bondage.  Even more so when I pierced your body without your permission.  And now you cum from the pain of discipline.  Have I not proven that you are not only a slave to me, but to your own body as well. More important a slave to that fire burning between your legs. It has just begun to kindle. In the next few weeks I will turn you from a teasing bitch to a real bitch in heat. Nothing will matter except to please your Master so he will ease that throbbing in your clit and sooth the burning fire. Your will be at my mercy. Do you understand?” I heard a very quiet but definite… “Yes Master.”

I had one more thing to do. I walked to the wall where she could see and replaced the whip on its hook. I picked up a ring gag and placed it in her mouth fastening it securely in place. This had a couple purposes. One of course was to keep her mouth open. The other was a safety precaution. Though she was docile and submissive at the moment, I didn’t forget that she had a mouthful of metal. There was also a psychological reason. I held a hand mirror in front of her face so she could clearly see.

“Look,” I said. “You can clearly see that your mouth is just a hole for use. One of three as I said before.”  I put down the mirror and stood at the head of the bench. With one hand I reached down and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back so her eyes were now level with my belt line. With my other hand I pulled the knot on my sweat pants and let them fall to the floor. I couldn’t see her eyes from that angle and she couldn’t speak. Neither mattered. Holding her head back put her throat in line with her mouth so I could slide right in. Of course she gagged but I pushed it into her throat anyway before pulling out again. I could have given her a few verbal instructions but I wanted to see how she handled it. I only had to force it down her throat and pull out about 3 times till she had the rhythm of relaxing her throat and breathing. As I thought, she was a natural. Then I began to ravage her mouth and throat. Along with the face fucking I verbally reinforced what a slut she was and how she was not only going to enjoy drinking my cum but anyone else’s as well.

I also watched her ass clench in time with my strokes. She was trying to push her clit against the padding of the bench. This was even better than I hoped. It probably seemed like forever to her but it didn’t take long till I was erupting down her throat but I made sure that some stayed in her mouth and wiped the rest on her lips. The best part was just as she felt my cum hit the back of her throat, her body stiffened then convulsed in another massive orgasm.

I removed the gag then held her mouth shut so she had to swallow. I released her head and I watched her lay her cheek down on the bench. Her breathing slowed and exhausted she drifted off to sleep. I watched her a few minutes and decided to leave her here she was. She might wake up in the morning, thinking it was all a dream. That is until she realized she was still in chains.

I retired to my bedroom which was adjacent to the dungeon, turning down the lights as I left. I decided to watch and evaluate my work of this day captured on video from various cameras in the examination room and the dungeon.  I would carefully edit these videos and even show one to Jennifer at the right time or if I had trouble with her. The threat of black mail could be as useful as a whip sometimes.

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When I awoke, the peace of sleep quickly became the fear of reality. I tried to move my arms and legs, but they were chained.  I tasted the cum in my mouth, from when he fucked my throat, the taste now sour and stale.  I ran my tongue over my braces, trying to salivate, to wash away the dreadful taste.  I had to get away; I had to find a way to escape. 

Locked as I was to the bench, I struggled to lift my head and look around.  When I arched my back slightly, I felt the whip marks from the night before. I imagined my unblemished, soft skin, now marked by this madman who used to be my orthodontist. 

I could feel the slight throbbing from all the piercings he had forced upon me.  The ring tight against my septum was the worst, truly marking me as nothing more than an animal.  Pressed down on the bench, my nipples ached as the rings pressed against my breast. I had to escape!

I could see nothing that I might use as a club, even if I managed to free my chained hands and feet.  There were paddles, chains, whips, some cages, but nothing that I could imagine using as a weapon.  I laid my head back down on the bench, as tears formed in my eyes.  They were tears of frustration and discomfort. I was not exactly in pain at this moment, but the frustration of being chained to a bench and the humiliation of what he had done to me was too much.

I heard the lock being opened and knew another day of horror was about to begin.  My tormenter walked into my field of view.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked

I was so tempted to spit out some sarcastic comment, but held my tongue.  “No, Master,” was my reply, trying not to upset him from the start.  I had to make him think I was compliant, that he had tamed me, so that an opportunity to escape would appear.

My eyes shot open in surprise.  He was standing in front of me, but suddenly there was a something cold running along my pussy lips.  I stared up at my orthodontist with a look of shock.

“Surprise!” he smiled with glee.

“Good morning, slut.”  Victoria!  My friend, my back stabber. 

“Victoria!” I yelped.  “Please help me!”

“Oh, that is exactly why I decided to come home and forget the outdoor adventure.  There is more than enough indoor adventure here, little slave girl!  Oh, Daddy, I always wanted a pet,” she giggled.

“Yes, darling, I know and now we have this new little bitch that we can train together.”

“Pleaseeeee,” I whimpered, then yelped, “Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!” as Victoria worked her way through the folds of my pussy and grabbed my little clitty, pinching it with her nails.

“Daddy, she is so wet down here, she must love her new home.  But don’t you think she makes too much noise?  Remember what the neighbors did with that bad little dog that wouldn’t shut up?”

“Oh, yes, dear, I forgot.  Let’s get one of those later this morning when the pet shop opens.  In the meantime, no need to hear her whining, I agree.”  He reached inside my mouth and in moments he had connected the attachments on my teeth that locked my jaws.  There was no fighting him, since he only needed to push my jaw shut by applying pressure to the top of my head and chin.  I was effectively gagged and could only make small hissing sounds.

Victoria knelt down in front of me, but I could not hold her gaze.  She mocked me with her smile.  “Oh, I love the nose ring.  Totally perfect,” and she reached up to slide her finger along the ring.  I could smell my pussy juices on her finger. "Curl your lips back, slave.  Let me see what Daddy did with your teeth.”

Of course, I refused, but when she slid her nails under the nose ring and gave it a tug, I had no choice.  I tried to whisper, “Eeease, ‘ictoria,” as I obeyed and pulled back my lips.  She ran her fingers along the metal braces, completely encircling my mouth, wiping the remainder of the juice from my pussy along my wet cheeks.

“Mmmmmm, little metal mouthed fucktoy, that is what you are, aren’t you?”

I ignored her rhetorical question, but when she flicked at my nose ring, I tried to agree, “Esss, owwwwwwwww.”

“Yes will not do, slut.  It is ‘Yes, Mistress.’  Say it again.”

“Esss, istress.”  I felt so foolish, so weak.

“Does fucktoy need to pee?” she asked.  I nodded my head up and down.

“Say it correctly, slave.”

“Esss, istress, eeeeseeeeee.”

Her father began to release my arms, but with my legs still immobilized, there was nothing I could do, even had I wanted to fight back.  He released my wrists from the bench, but immediately locked them behind my back.  Then he released my ankles, but quickly linked the chain between them, leaving only a foot or so of slack.  Together they helped me from the bench and led me to the back of “my room”, the far corner of this horrible dungeon.  He opened a door and Victoria guided me into a tiled shower room, with a toilet.  The floor was cold and I shivered.

“I’ll go prepare some breakfast, while you prepare our pet,” he said.

“Ok, Daddy.”

She led me to the toilet and I sat down, head bowed in shame.  Victoria stood before me and it was obvious I would have to pee with her watching.  When I finished, without being allowed to dry my slit, she stepped forward and forcing my legs apart, she ran her finger along my slit, so that it now dripped with my piss.  She held it up to my lips and I was shocked.  She then wiped the piss along my lips which were sealed tight.

I tried to shift my face to the side to avoid her awful actions, but then she widened her fingers and dug her thumb and “fuck me” finger into opposite cheeks.  When I looked into her face in shock, I saw a face that was totally unrecognizable.  How could she have been my friend for so long and now clearly hated me so much.

With her other hand, she reached down to tug on my new nipple rings.  “Oh, this is very nice, very nice, indeed.  Such little breasts you have, but then most slant-eyed sluts do, I notice.  But your titties seem to love the attention and are standing up very nicely.” I could only moan in frustration. 

“Do you like it when I play with your nipple rings, slave?” she asked.  I shook my head from side to side and said, “ooooo, eeeseeee, ooooo.” 

“I’m going to release your braces.  If you say one word, I will slap you silly, do you understand, slave?”  I nodded my head up and down.  She put her fingers inside my cheeks, examining the locking device and managed to free my jaws. I licked my lips, and immediately regretted it, the taste of urine making me scrunch my face in disgust.

Victoria helped me off the toilet, my arms still locked behind me, and ordered me to kneel before her.  When I was in position, she inched down her shorts and let them fall to the floor.  I was staring at her shaved and glistening pussy, only inches from my face.  “I have waited for this moment a long time, slave.  Stick out your tongue and worship your mistress’ pussy.”

I couldn’t imagine doing this, and before I knew it her open palm slashed out to my cheek, knocking my head sideways, crushing my cheek against the braces.  I tasted blood.  “Obey, instantly, all my commands, and you will avoid a lot of pain, slave.”

I didn’t even cry, I was so shocked.  I immediately stuck out my tongue as she moved into my face, her tanned legs surrounding my head. I tentatively stuck my tongue to get a small taste of her labia lips.  She swatted me on the side of my head and hissed, “Unless you want to be punished beyond your wildest dreams, I suggest you improve your technique, NOW!”

She pushed my head into her crotch, my nose now buried against her skin, making it hard to breathe.  “Move your tongue, deeper slut, move it, faster, deeper, yesssss, deeper, move it, that’s right, slut, yes, oh, yes!” Victoria screamed.  I had no choice.  I was forced to tongue fuck my once best friend as she moaned in pleasure.  When I let up, she used her thighs and hands to push me deeper into her slit.  I tried to use my tongue to push my face away, but the effect was to bury it deeper in her pussy, driving her near the point of orgasm. 

“More, faster, in faster, more, yes, oh yes, yesssssssssssssss,” and she came with a shout, her juices nearly drowning me, with my nose compressed as it was.  I fought for air, and the frantic motion of my tongue and face actually prolonged her orgasm. 

When she finally stepped back, panting and breathing deeply, I knew my face was covered in her juices.  I tasted another woman for the first time in my life and while it was not unpleasant, the circumstances were humiliating.

“Oh, that was good, very good, slave.  When Daddy’s adds a stud or two to your tongue, it will be even better.  Let’s clean up.  You already had your breakfast, but I’m starving.

“Nooo,” I thought, not more piercings.  And surely she did not think that small amount of pussy cum was my breakfast!  My stomach felt empty and actually slightly nauseous, from the unpleasant and new tastes that I had been forced to experience in the last day.

“Stand over there, near the far wall, and face away from me, slave.”

I took short choppy steps, obeying her command.  When I reached the wall, a jet of cold water hit my back and I yelped in anguish, “Please, noooooooo, it’s freezing!”

Over the spray of the shower Victoria scolded me.  “Don’t be such a baby.  Your life as a pampered coed is over, slave.  Turn around and stop being such a sissy!”

I twisted around and tried to avoid the direct spray, but it was useless.  As the seconds passed, the water did get a little warmer, but by then I was covered in goose bumps and my teeth were chattering.  With my hands chained behind my back, there was nothing I could do to protect my breasts and genitals, as she ordered me to turn back and forth.  Finally she turned off the water.  I must have looked totally miserable, drenched like an alley cat.  But she had no mercy.

“Get over here so I can dry you off.  Can’t believe I am doing all this for you, when you are the slave, but Daddy has the key to the locks, so there really is not much choice, I guess.”  She took a large towel, and working from the top down, dried my hair, showed no compassion around my newly pierced nipples, and was especially rough between my legs.  I just stood there in defeat.

“I’m thinking you need less hair,” as she completed drying my head. “Too much hassle to get it dry.  Hmmmm.”  I quaked at the thought that she might do something to my hair, my beautiful, long, black hair. 

“Well, that’s good enough, I guess.  Just stand here, slave.”  I obeyed, as she walked over to the wall, where several leather items were hung.  She returned with a wide, black, leather, studded dog collar and silver chain leash.  I just stared in a continuous state of shock.  She reached around my damp hair and  wrapped the collar around my neck snuggly.  It was wider than a usual dog collar, with two buckles. I heard a “click” and then another “click”, as she locked it to my neck.  She then attached the leash to the front of the collar.  “Just be thankful I didn’t attach the leash to one of your rings, slut.  Let’s go.  Daddy waits,” and she led her miserable, chained, collared, naked slave out of the room.