I have always had dreams of owning my own slave every since I was a young man, but every girlfriend I seemed to have was repulsed by the idea and my relationships with them never lasted long.  I kept pondering to myself how I would solve this problem.  I would go on line, no success there, I would put out a personal ad, nothing.  So what else was there for a young 25 year old guy to do? 

       One night I decided to go out to a party at my friend’s house, there should be a lot of people there and I kept telling myself I would have fun, even though I was probably going to be bored.  When I arrived there I saw my friend John there and we started talking for a while when out of the blue I saw this incredibly gorgeous girl from across the room.  She must have been about 18 years old, 5 foot 6, giant breast with long brown hair, wearing a white blouse, a checkered miniskirt, and the skimpiest flip flops I ever saw on a girl.  She had such a beautiful face and her kind of school girl outfit made her really sexy.  I went over to talk to her with my heart pounding a mile a minute.  “Hello, how are you?”  “Fine”, she replied in the most non interested manner possible.  “What’s your name?” I asked.  “Laura” she said again in a non interested way.  She went on by saying “look, I’m not really here to pick up guys, I just was to have fun at the party; also even if I was looking for a guy, you’re way to old, what are you like 30?”  “25” I replied.  “Yeah, I’m 19, I’m only looking for guys around my age, sorry” and with that she walked away.  I was shocked, I don’t think anyone has ever talked to me that way before and my stubbornness couldn’t just let her go so I went to go talk to her again.  “Laura, wait up!”  She turned around and angrily snarled “what!?”  “I was just wondering if we could talk a little.”  She answered back “I already told you I don’t want to talk to any guys tonight, especially some dinosaur as old as you now please go away!”  Defeated I began to walk away. 

       I was ready to leave the party, I said goodbye to my friends and headed out the door of the house into my car when I saw Laura doing the same.  I was thinking to myself if I should try to talk to her again or should I just forget about her.  I was watching her walk in her skimpy shoes and her perfect size 7 feet looked so tempting to a guy with a big foot fetish like me.  I just want to take her feet and put them in my mouth and lick them all day.  I thought to myself I should just go home.  I got to my truck when I noticed her car was right next to mine.  “Hello again” I said in a sarcastic manner.  “Oh, hi” she said in her non excited way.  “Going home?” I asked.  “You must have some kind of mental problem, I said I don’t want to talk to y…..” and before she could finish her sentence I grab her mouth with my one hand, her body with the other and shoved her in the back of my truck.  She resisted big time trashing and kicked all limbs in a wild manner.  Her flip flops fell off her and landed on the ground next to my trucks back wheels.  She tried to scream but she couldn’t because I was holding her jaw close.  She kicked some more when finally she broke free from my mouth hold and was getting ready to scream as loud as she could.  Just as she was about to release her cry I had no choice but to punch her right in the face knocking her out cold.  I had some rope in the back of my car from a project my company was working on and I tied her hands behind her and her feet together and shoved her in the back of my truck carefully making sure not to hurt her.  “What have I done?” thinking to myself.  “I just kidnapped an innocent girl, how would I ever get away with this?”  Looking around in the parking lot I was making sure that there was no one that just saw what transpired her.  The parking lot was pretty dark and there was no one around so I was in the clear.  I was getting ready to leave when I saw two other girls walking out of the house towards my truck.  I watched them both for a little bit, they must have been around 18 or 19 as well.  One was very tall and the other was average.  The tall one a short brown hair, average size breast and wearing a white polo shirt, skin tight jeans and flats.  The other girl had average size blonde hair, average breast as well and was wearing a tank top, sweatpants, and flip flops.  As I watched them I noticed that they weren’t heading for my car, they were heading for Laura’s.   They must have come with her and surely they would notice that something was fishy if she was missing.  I rolled down my window in an act of desperation and yelled “hey, you guys friends of Laura?”  The tall girl shouted “yeah, who are you and where is she?”  I got out of my truck and said “she’s over here; I think she had a little too much to drink.”  The girls walk over with me and I opened the back of my truck.   There they saw their friend, unconscious and tied at her wrist and ankles.  Before they could say anything though I pulled out a hot glue gun that I put in my pocket, however from the poorly lit parking lot lit could be disguised as a real gun.  “If you want your friend to live, get into the back of the truck and don’t make a sound.”  They complied and jumped in the back of the truck.  I told them to kneel down and face the back as I pressed the “gun” at their heads.  Then without warning I hit them both in the back of the head making them unconscious.  I told what I had left of the rope and tied their hands and feet together.  I closed the back of my truck and got into the driver’s seat.  I pulled away quickly and started to head home.  “Now what have I done?” I asked myself.  “Not only have I kidnapped one girl, but I have three young girls, knocked out in the back of my truck and tied up.”  Then a grin started to come on my face when I discovered that my long search of finding a slave was over.

       We got to my house and I pulled into my garage.  I generally never park in my garage but I really didn’t want my neighbors to see my “packages” in the back that I was going to unload.  I started taking each girl into my basement from my truck.  I had a big basement, I was kind of bare though and nothing was really in there except some boxes and the washer and dryer.  As I brought the final girl downstairs I put them all in a corner.  They all look so cute, all tied a helpless, I knew I was going to have so much fun with them.  I went over to my laundry pile in my basement and got some dirty towels to gag my beauties with.  I doubt if they screamed anyone could hear them but why take that chance.  I double checked my knots to make sure they were all tight to my babies couldn’t get out and then turned off the lights and went to bed.  If was really hard to sleep though, thinking of all the fun things I would do with my girls, or slaves now.  As it was too hard to sleep I went on line and maxed out my credit card buying toys and furniture for my slaves as they were going to be in for a long stay.

       When I woke up the next morning I dressed myself in my night robe and went down stairs to see my slaves.  To my surprise they were all still asleep; I must have hit them really hard.  Of course I, being an impatient person started to wake them up by shaking their bodies.  The tall one was the first to come too, as she dazed for a minute to realize were she was she immediately started to scream into her gag.  Of course it was all muffled so all I could hear was “Mrphhhhm!!!”  How cute she was trying to get loose.  The other girl started to wake up and she mimicked her friend as she started to scream into her gag. “Hhhmmmrhhh!!!”  Then finally Laura woke up and within seconds she started to scream into her gag.  “Mmmmmkkkrhmmp!!!!!!!!”  Waiting for the al to shut up I started with introducing them to their new home.  “Ladies, I am now your new Master, and that is the only name you may call me is Master.  You guys are my slaves now, your outside world no longer exist.  Your friends, your family, everything is all in the past.  Your main job now and the purpose of your life is to now serve me in any way I like.  Do I make myself clear?”   Within seconds they all started to scream “Mmmmmmmmmmmrpppphhpphhh!!!!”  “Shut up slaves!”  They kept screaming “I said shut up you whores!”  Nothing, they still wouldn’t shut up so I had to make an example of someone.  “Ok, to show you what I do to people that disobey me I will now demonstrate on you.”  I grabbed the tall one and brought her to her feet.  I had to carefully position her as her feet were still tied to together but I managed to balance her.  I took a baseball bat from the closet and walked over to my bound pretty.  “You want to see what happens to someone when they don’t obey an order?”  I took the bat and struck the girl right into the stomach and she fell down like a sack of potatoes.  Crying I stood her back up, pulling her by her hair to balance her and then again I struck her with the bat.  She fell again crying in horror.  Again I picked her up as her shoes fell off her feet and I balance her again.  I slapped her in the face and yelled “stop crying you bitch!”  The other girls were screaming into their gags at the top of their lungs.  “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”  I told you slaves to shut up, but I guess I’m not making myself clear enough.  Once more I struck the girl in the stomach with the bat as she fell for a third time.  Crying uncontrollably I kicked her over to the other girls as their dumb minds realized if they shut up, I would stop hurting their friend.  “That’s more like it, now I am going to take off your gags and we’re going to do a little voice lesson.  When I call you slave you say thank you Master.”  I took off the one girl’s gag, still in shock of what just happened to her friend.  “Hello slave” I said and she said in a low voice “thank you Master.”  “Louder” I screamed!”  “Thank you Master” she said as she started to cry.  “Why are you do…”  Before she could finish her sentence I gagged her.  “Only speak when spoken to servant.”  Then I went over to the tall girl, still crying in pain and I took off her gag.  “Hello slave” I said.  “Thhhaankk yooouuu Mmmasttterrr” She said in a crying manner.  I gagged her up and went to Laura.  I took off her gag and said “Hello slave.”  “You are one sick son of a bitch.” She responded as I slapped her across the face.  She was going to be difficult to break.  “Let’s try again” I said, “Hello slave.”  “You’re going to pay for this.”  Again I slapped her across the face making some tears come out.  “Fine, you want to disobey rules, I guess I wasn’t clear in my demonstration earlier.”  I picked up the tall girl, still crying in pain from earlier.  I stood her to her feet and stomped on her bare toes with my shoes.  She began to cry some more as I slapped her in the face a yelled “SHUT UP!!!”  I went over to Laura and said “Now one last time, Hello slave.”  She looked at me for a minute and then said reluctantly, “hello Master.”  “Very good whore” as I gagged her up again.  I shoved her friend back to the ground and now all three of them were in a corner.  I one girl, who I later learn name was Anne, had makeup running down her face as she laid there with her hands and feet tied in her tank top, sweatpants, and flip flops.  The tall girl, who I learned her name was Chelsea, was crying in pain tied with now just her jeans and polo shirt.  Her feet were bleeding a little as I stomped on them really hard.  And of course Laura, the prettiest of the punch, looked so cute with her hands and feet tied in her little school girl outfit.  The soles of her feet were all dirty as her shoes fell off when I first kidnapped her.  She had such an angry looked in her face as she looked at me with her back eye which she got in the struggle.  The basement was very cold, and I kept it that way to make my slaves suffer a little bit.  I then walked upstairs as I heard the doorbell ring.  It was the UPS guy as my toys had arrived.  I was so happy that I used the express shipping as now I could properly play with my slaves.  I went down stairs with all the boxes as the girls looked at me with confusion and worry of what was to become of them.  I opened the one box with contained three leather collars.  I went over to my girls and put them on each girl.  I could tell my slaves weren’t enjoying this as much as I was but their opinion didn’t matter anymore.  “You all look like official slaves now” I said as they started to cry.  I got to the box which had the handcuffs and ankle restraints and pulled them out with joy.   “Oh, you guys are going to love these, they are so much more comfortable than that rope.”  All the girls just looked at me with tears in their eyes.  Next I assembled the cage which I bought; it was very well made and looked very strong.  It was big enough to fit all three girls as this is where they would be sleeping from now on.  When I was done I walked over to my girls and asked them if they were hungry.  They all nodded yes so I went upstairs to fetch some dog food.  I placed it in a giant blow and brought it down for my babies.  “Ok, dig in” I said.  They all looked at me with disgust as I removed their gags.  “You can expect us to eat that, its dog food” said Anne.  As I slapped her across the face I said “be grateful for what you get whore!”  They all looked at it for a moment as Laura was the first to try it as she made a yuck sound.  “Good isn’t it?” I said jokingly.  I watched my slave eat their food all at once in a bowl like animals.  When they were done I had a massive erection on and I figured it was a good time to use my slaves for the first time.  I went over to Laura and brought her to her feet.  I untied her hands and let her stretch them for bit only to have them instantly be replaced with handcuffs behind her back.  I untied her feet to replace them with the ankle irons when all of a sudden she kicked me in the groin and started to run away.  She ran really fast and there was no way I was going to catch her in my pain so in a act of desperation I grabbed a knife and put it to the head of Chelsea and shouted “If you leave I will kill your friend.” She stopped and snickered back “no you won’t, you wouldn’t murder anyone.”  I replied “oh really?” as I took the knife and stabbed Chelsea right into her left arm and made a very long cut.  She screamed uncontrollably as blood trickled down her body onto her feet.  Laura paused for a moment and then sadly walked back.  I dropped Chelsea to the floor as I ankle cuffed Laura’s legs and pushed her down to the floor.  I then took the towel gag and cleaned up the wound I inflicted on Chelsea.  Poor girl has been the main focus of my tortures to discipline the others.  “If you are such an ungrateful bitch then I’m going to teach you a lesson”.  I brought Laura to her feet and attached her handcuffs to a pipe that was hanging from the ceiling forcing her to stand on her tippy toes.  I then ripped off her shirt and bra leaving her in just her miniskirt.  I opened the bow which had a rawhide whip inside and proceeded to lash my stupid slave.  “Count as I hit you!” I screamed.  “One” she yelled as I hit her with the first stroke.  “I can’t hear you!” I yelled.  “One” she yelled louder, “two, three, four…. ten!”  I stopped at ten and looked at her bruises on her back.  I then looked at her face and said “the next time you try to escape, it will be 50.”  She was exhausted as she could barely stand up.  My erection was still large and I needed badly to fuck someone so I went to Anne, the only girl I really didn’t do anything to yet.   I sat down next to her and looked at her with an evil smirk.  “So how old are you Anne?”  “18” she replied.  I slapped her across the face and asked the question again, “how old are you?” “18 Master” she answered back.  “Good little one you’re learning rather quickly.  Now tell me have you ever had sex?”  She looked back at me with a shy look and answered softly, “no Master I haven’t.”  I patted her on the head like a little dog and said “well slave, this will all be new to you then.”  I got my knife out and cut her hands and legs free, I knew she wasn’t going to try and escape after seeing what I did to Laura.  “Stand up” I ordered.  She rose to her feet and I began to cut her clothes off of her.  I could have just taken them off but this I thought was more fun.  I reduced her tank top to pieces of fabric on the ground and turned her sweatpants into dust.  There she was in just her bra, panties and flip flops not knowing what I was planning for her.  I then took her flip flops off slowly, kissing her pretty little feet in the process and progressed my way up her body until I ripped her panties and bra off her until she was totally naked, wearing only her slave collar.  She had a very clean and shaven pussy and smooth, glossy looking breast.  “You take very good care of your body, what a waste” I said smiling.  I took her over to a table I had in the basement and shoved her on top of it as I began to take off my pants.  Then I shoved my giant member into her pussy making her scream for mercy.  It was a combination of pain and pleasure I’m sure.  I kept going in and out fucking her little, tight hole.  With each stroke she began to cry more than the previous thrust.  We went at it for a few minutes before I unleashed my load into her.  She began to breathe normally went I forced her to knee on the ground by pulling her hair.  “Now lick it clean slave” I commanded.  “No, that is dis….” She was interrupted as I slapped her in the face.  “Lick it clean or else I’ll torture you like your friends.”  She looked so humiliated already, completely naked and fucked in front of her two friends, I’m sure she just wanted to die.  “Do I need to ask again, or should I get the whip?” I asked.  Within a few seconds she reluctantly took my cock and began to lick it clean.  “Sallow everything; this will be your dinner.” I said.  After she finished cleaning my dick I dragged her over to her friends where I handcuffed her hands behind her back and but her ankles in restraints.  She couldn’t spread her feet more than 3 inches so it would have been very difficult to escape if she tried to run.  I looked at Anne and said “You’re a very good fuck toy, I think that will be your job from now on.”  I went over to Chelsea who was recovering from injury I inflicted earlier.  I bleeding had stopped and all that was left for her to do was await the scar that would surely form on her arm.  I untied her ropes and replaced them with chains.  She was still dressed in her jeans and polo shirt however both were badly stained with her blood.  “How is this slave feeling?”  “Fine Master” she reluctantly said.  “I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly, I don’t want anything bad to happen to my beauty.  I brought Anne and Chelsea to their feet and gilded them into their cage where they really could move at all.  “Sleep tight guys and rest up for tomorrow” I said in a comedic manner.  I locked the door and walked over to Laura who looked still beat from her earlier torture.  “So little one, do you think you learned your lesson?”  Laura looked at me and then she spit on my face.  “I will not allow you to do this to us you Mother fuc…..”  Her voice was silenced as I placed a ball gag over her mouth from one of the boxes.  “You stupid slave, when are you going to learn that you are my property now?”  She began screaming again through the gag.  “Fine, I guess you’ll need another lesson.” I said as I picked up so nipple clamps and a bucket.  I went over to the sink and filled the bucket with water.  I then went over to Laura and attached the clamps to her giant breast.  She moaned with pain as I then attached the bucket handle through the chain so that it would dangle.  She moaned with great pain as the bucket of water tugged on her breast pulling them to the ground.  “Have fun with this through the night slave, goodnight” as I walked up the steps turned out the light and locked the door of my basement dungeon.

       The next day I called worked and told them I was sick, and in a way I was.  I needed to fuck something and I think I would have been sick if I didn’t do it soon.  I walked down stairs and saw my three beauties.  My attention was drawn to Laura though right away as she managed to spill the water out of her bucket.  “My aren’t you a clever girl” I said smirking at her.  “Just for that I think I will have to punish you some more.”  She was already being punished severely, hands cuffed above her head forcing her to stand on her tippy toes with her ankles restrained as well.  Wearing nothing but only a miniskirt, a gag, and her collar and her nipples clamped as she recovered from her whip marks on her back.  What more could I do to her I was wondering?  I unlocked her hands which sent her collapsing to the ground.  I dragged her over to the bucket she had the water in a pulled down her panties.  “Piss in here slave.”  She got on her knees and sat on the bucket to go to the bathroom.  After she was done I went over to the other two in the cage, unlocked in, and ordered them to do the same.  They did and after that I went back to Laura.  “Now my baby, drink this” I commanded.  I undid her gag and of course she refused.  “What is wrong with you, I’m not going to drink that!”  “Fine” I said, “then I guess one of your friends will have to suffer”.  I went back to the cage and dragged out Anne and stood her up.  I went over to the closet where I got a box of light bulbs and went back over to Anne.  I then shattered the light bulbs on the ground right in front of Anne and I ordered her to march forward.  Anne looked at me with tears, “please Master don’t do this.”  “It’s not up to me, its Laura’s fault” I replied, “Now march slave”.  She began to walk forward as she yelled at the first step she took.  The glass bits cut her foot pretty bad as she made her next step with the same result.  Anne made three more steps when finally Laura shouted “Ok, I drink the piss, just stop torturing Anne!”  I picked up and sat her down into her cage, her feet where all bleeding with shards of glass still on her soles.  Laura picked up the bucket of piss and began to drink it.  It took her a few minutes but finally she was finished.  “Good slave, you enjoy that?” I asked knowing well that she hated it.  “Now today were are going to learn our new jobs.  Anne you already know that you’re my sex toy, Chelsea I think you will be good at cleaning, and Laura I hope you know how to cook.”  “Bite me” she replied.  “I guess I wasn’t clear in my demonstration, would you like to see Anne walk the glass path again?”  I asked.  Laura bowed her head in sorrow.  “Why are you doing this to us?” Chelsea asked.  “It’s because I always wanted a slave, and when I saw you three I know you would all be perfect so that’s my answer.”  Anne asked “Will you ever let us go?”  “No stupid, you’re mind forever.”  “You know sooner or later people are going to notice that we’re missing“ Laura said.  “You know you’re probably right, but the beauty of my plan is no one knows you’re here, this is one of the last places in the world anyone would look for you, the police will do a search and within a week or so they’ll just declare you dead and they’ll stop their search.  Now no more questions, in time you’ll learn to accept your new life style and you’ll be happier here than you ever were before.  Just remember though, if anyone tries to escape, I will kill one of your friends.  If you don’t then you’ll all live happy and healthy lives.”  That little speech must have given them a perspective on how they should act because they all took their new roles in life very well. 

Chelsea became a very obedient whore, cleaning my house in her uniform which consisted of knee high stockings, a black bra, her collar and her hands cuffed.  She would walk around the house, cleaning things with her feather duster and broom.  She learned to do jobs correct the first time because if she didn’t a massive canning awaited her.  Laura became quite a good cook and fed me very good delicious meals.  I enjoyed seeing her run around my kitchen in her uniform of just the miniskirt she wore when I just met her, her collar, and her hands cuffed.  The scars on her back was a consistent reminder of how she should obey me or else she was going to get tortured.  And Anne, boy did she ever enjoy her new role.  She was kept naked all the time to allow easy access to her all holes and when the mood struck me I would grab her and fuck her.  I fucked her every night and she enjoyed it very much.  She became very good at licking my cock and swallowing my cum as well.  Everything was going great, I was enjoying my dream.  Whenever someone misbehaved I punished them, whenever they did something right, I rewarded them.  Everyone seamed happy, until one night we had a little accident.  One night Chelsea forgot to make my bed and as a result I had to punish her.  I stormed out to the living room where she was sitting and pulled her to her feet by the hair.  “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yelled.  “You’re suppose to make my bed you horrible slut, and now you’ll pay!”  I was going to bring her down into the basement and whip her ass with a paddle when she lost her footing and fell down the stairs breaking her right leg.  I ran down to care to her but she was in too much pain to move.  I needed to get her to a doctor, but I couldn’t let anyone know I had these kidnapped girls in my house.  If word got out I would be arrested and thrown in jail.  But I couldn’t let my slave’s leg be mangled.  What was I to do?  Thinking to all the possibilities in my head of what to do I decided to first dress up Chelsea so she looked somewhat presentable if I were to take her out anywhere.  I brought a pair of my jeans and a polo shirt and put them on her, they really didn’t fit well but they would do.  Then I brought the flats that she was wearing when I kidnapped her and put them on her feet.  Chelsea was crying a lot, she must have been in a lot of pain.  I sat her down in her cage in the basement, there was no way I could have her travel up all those stairs with a broken leg.  Then it hit me, my sister-in-law!  She’s a doctor!  My brother married this really hot 27 year old chick who was a doctor at the local hospital.  I called her cell phone and tried to get her to care for Chelsea.  “Hey Hannah, its Bill, how are you?”  I tried to have a little conversation with her first before I could ask her to care for my slave.  “So listen, I have a friend of my who came over and she just feel down the stairs and might have broken her leg you think you can come over and take a look at it, I’m afraid to move her anywhere.”  Hannah to my surprise said she be right over.  I figured I only had a few minutes to not raise suspicion to my operation.  So I quickly put away my bondage equipment, dismantled the cage and sat Chelsea upright in a chair.  Before I ran upstairs to take care of my other two slaves I turned to Chelsea and commanded “If you do anything to alert my sister-in-law about what’s going on here, you’re friends won’t live to see tomorrow.”  Chelsea nodded and with that response I ran upstairs and dragged the other two slaves into my closet and I gagged them and locked the door. About 15 minutes past when finally Hannah arrived.  I opened the door and we exchanged greetings.  She was looking really hot today.  She wore a skin tight black dress which showed off her perfect form.  She had short black hair and heels that must have been 4 inches high.  The dress that she had on could barely contain her double DD breast and it was really hard not to stare.  “Right this way” I said as I lead her to the basement.  When we went down she looked at Chelsea and started to examine her leg.  “This is Chelsea, a friend of my sister’s, I was going to have her something when she just fell down the stairs” I said thinking to myself that it was a convincing story for having a teenage girl alone in my house.  “Oh, this is just a sprain” Hannah said, “you’re lucky it could have been much worse.”  Hannah’s attention then went to the scar on her left arm.  “How did you get that scar Chelsea, it looks bad.”  Chelsea stumbled for a second and replied, “I cut myself.”  Hannah responded, “wow that must have been a bad cut, how did it happen?”  Chelsea again stumbled over her answer, “um…. at the beach, I fell on some glass in the sand.”  “Oh…” Hannah said confusingly.  “Well she’s perfectly healthy, just don’t put a lot of pressure on that leg and it should be as good as new in a few days” Hannah diagnosed.  “Thanks Hannah for coming, I appreciate it, I’ll lead you out.”  Just as we were about to head upstairs Hannah noticed something and went over to my closet.  She looked at a knife which I had laying out and to my horror it still had Chelsea’s blood on it from when I stabbed her.  “What’s this?” Hannah asked.  “Oh, um that was from a Halloween party I went to, I guess I left it out.” I said.  “But this is real blood.” Hannah responded.  “No it isn’t, it’s fake blood” I answered.  “Bill, I’m a doctor I know fake blood from real blood, what’s going on here?”  Hannah looked a Chelsea who blurted out “HELP ME, MY FRIENDS AND I ARE BEING HELD HERE AGAISNT OUR WILL AND HE IS USING US AS SLAVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!”  Hannah looked terrified and began to run for the stairs when I tackled her to the ground.  “Let go of me you son of a bitch!” she screamed.  I took the knife that was still in her hand and pressed it against her neck.  “Do as you say and you won’t get hurt.”  Hannah stopped struggling and she got on her feet.  “So what are you going to do to me now, kill me?” she asked.  “No, no, no I have a better solution, you’re going to be my slave like Chelsea and her friends, and we’ll just have to best time together” ask I said jokingly.  I commanded Hannah to get on her knees as I ball gagged her mouth.  Then I cut off her dress leaving her in her underpants, bra, and shoes.  I handcuffed her wrist and ankles and led her into the cage which I reassembled.  You’re going to like it here bitch, as I locked the door.  The I turned over to Chelsea and smacked her right in the face knocking out a tooth.  “You fucking whore, what the hell is wrong with you?  I guess you don’t care about your friends after all.  Which one you want to die?” I screamed.  All Chelsea was doing was crying.  “Which one do you want to die?” I yelled again.  Again all she did was cry.  “Fine if you don’t pick one, I’ll kill both…” I screamed.  “No… please, I beg you, I you must kill someone kill me” Chelsea said sobbingly.  “You just don’t get it do you, I said if you alerted Hannah I would kill one of your friends, not you, now choose, which one!!!!!!!!!” I commanded.  Chelsea looked a scared and confused.  “CHOOSE!!!!!!!!!!”  “LAURA” she shouted!  I paused for a minute, I didn’t think she would actually pick a name and betray a friend but she did so I went upstairs and grabbed Laura.  We went down stairs and told Laura about her fate.  “Laura, I’m said to say Chelsea betrayed my trust in her and as a punishment, she has chosen that you will be put to death but extreme torture.”  Laura’s eyes opened real wide, “oh Mater ple…”  Her plead was silenced though as I gagged her and stripped her completely naked; I even took off her collar.  I handcuffed her to the ceiling and forced her on her tippy toes.  I then got out my whip.  “Chelsea pick a number” I asked.  “One” she replied hoping I would only hit her once.  “One hundred, ok Chelsea make sure you count each one for your friend.” I said jokingly.  “One, two, three…” Chelsea said with tears in her eyes and I whipped Laura’s bloody back.  Laura was in an unexplainable amount of pain as the blows reign down on her back.  “Fifty one, fifty two, fifty three…” Chelsea continued as Laura’s once smooth skin was now being sliced open.  Finally we got to one hundred as a pool of blood was at Laura’s feet.  To my surprise she didn’t pass out and was still conscience after I finished.  I took off her ball gag and asked “how do you feel?”  Laura couldn’t barely speak.  The hundred lashes on her back left her in a lot of pain.  I unshackled her from the ceiling and laid her on the table, or my fuck table I called it.  “I think she need as good fucking don’t you Chelsea?”  Chelsea just looked in shock as I began fucking the injured girl’s pussy.  Laura laid motionless as I fucked her body; when I hit my climax I unleashed my load all over her face.  “Think she’s had enough Chelsea” I said as I dragged Laura off the table and forced her to kneel beside me.  “I love her breast, don’t you Chelsea?” as I places them on the table, got two nails and a hammer and nailed her breast to the table through her tits.  Laura screamed in pain as she was now part of the furniture.  Then I looked at her feet.  “Oh Chelsea I love Laura’s little feet” as I got my knife and cut the sole of her feet leaving long jagged marks.  Laura at this point was waiting to die as the pain was the most she ever felt.  Then I took a paddle and began to smack her ass.  “Hey Chelsea, pick another number.”  Chelsea, trying to fool me said “0.”  “No, not zero I’m thinking an hour, and from that moment until an hour later I spanked Laura’s ass raw.  “What pretty hair she has Chelsea” as I began pulling it out of her head until she was left completely bald.  “Well all that comes next is the finale” I said as Chelsea began to worry from her seat.  I got a rope, make a noose, and tided it around a pipe in the ceiling.  I then got a bucket, flipped it over, roved the nails from Laura’s breast and placed Laura on the bucket feeding her head through the noose.  “Want to say goodbye to Laura Chelsea?” I asked.  Chelsea replied back with tears in her throat, “I’m sooooo sorry Laura.”  “Awl, how cute, Laura she’s sorry for your torture.”  Laura at this point was just waiting to die when suddenly she was released from the noose and thrown to the ground.  “Listen Chelsea” I screamed, “I’m not going to kill your friend, but if you, or anyone else disobeys me, this is the treatment you will get, understood?”  “Yes Master, thank you!” Chelsea sobbed.  “That goes for you too nubie” I said yelled at Hannah who witnessed everything from her cage.  From that moment on life was great.  Laura recovered from her injuries 100% and she, Anne, Chelsea, and Hannah lived with me as my servants forever and ever.

The End