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Introduction:

A teenage girl is tricked into a life of slavery and is sold as a plaything to a rich old man.

Choking, she awoke as his cock started to stiffen in her mouth. Without the benefit of the numbing spray she started to gag and tried to pull back but his hand prevented her escape.

"Good morning my little fuck toy."

She froze as the memories of last night came flooding back to her.

"I hope you are well rested."

Lifting himself to free her arm that was pinned under him and letting go of her head.

"Now I want you to service me."

She pulled herself up onto her elbow and looked at him. She wanted to say no, her whole body hurt, she was still tired, and her stomach was completely empty, she hadn't eaten in almost a day. But she looked at the lead running from his wrist to her neck. This was her life now.

She moved around between his legs and took him into her mouth. She tried her best to remember what he had told her the night before, moving her tongue, sucking like a milkshake, using her hands.

He sighed.

"Good little fuck toy, you learn fast", and he started to stroke her head gently.

"Don't forget to go deeper as well."

She tried to push herself onto him forcing his member deeper, but when it hit the opening of her throat she gagged and pulled back.

"You need to get used to it. I'm not going to give you numbing spray every time I want to use your throat."

She swallowed and tried again. This time slower. Again she gagged and pulled back.

"You're doing good, just keep going."

She pushed and gagged again, and again. Working his cock in her mouth she could hear him moaning and feel his hand taking her harder. She began paying more attention to the movements and noises he was making. She was doing a good job, she was a good fuck toy.

As she felt his body stiffen she knew what was coming and almost pulled away but his hand was already cupping the back of her head firmly. With a great sigh he emptied into her mouth and she swallowed it all choking and gagging on it only a little. She thought to herself, 'It's not that bad when he's not forcing it'.

Sitting up she whipped her mouth and the small amount of cum that had leaked from her lips. She looked down on him laying with his eyes closed, a content smile on his face. He really could have been anyone, laying there naked. He didn't look special or anywhere near as intimidating as he had last night. Almost like someone's grandad sunbathing.

"If you keep being a good little girl you might end up as one of my favourites", and then gave her a smile.

She blushed and smiled back at him, then looked away as she felt disgust with herself. Why was she happy he liked her? Wait one of? How many girls did he have?

Swinging his leg over her he moved to the side of the bed pulling her with him by the lead.

"Time for a shower and for you to learn another of your duties."

Stepping into a pair of slippers he walked over to a door and opened it with her trotting behind. It was a large tiled bathroom and like everything in this house it looked expensive. There was a large open space without any glass sides that was the shower, a big sink and counter, and a toilet in the corner. He walked straight over to the toilet and sat down, still holding her by the lead. She looked on in horror as the sounds of running water echoed through the room. When he started to bear down she turned away, but he flicked the lead.

"I want you to watch."

She turned back as she heard the first splash. She almost felt more humiliated by this than anything else he had done to her so far.

As he reached for the roll of toilet paper, he said "If you misbehave or I get bored of you I might end up using your tongue as toilet paper", she almost retched.

"If you want to avoid that then you need to be a good toy and keep me interested."

Flushing he stood up and undid the lead from her collar and tossed it onto the counter. He walked over to the shower and turned it on. Standing under the water he let it wash over his face and took in the waking feeling.

Turning to her, "Come over here and wash me."

Still feeling shocked at his threat she walked over to him as he pointed to an alcove in the wall holding an exfoliating pad, soap and shampoo. She took out the pad and soap and lathering up the pad and started rubbing his chest down.

"The shoulders and arms too."

She had to move closer to him to reach his shoulders and felt her body rubbing against his belly. He lifted his arm so she could get his arm pit. Repeating it for the other side he turned so she could do his back.

Turning to face her again he told her "Kneel and clean my cock and remember it's going to be in you so make sure you do a good job".

Dropping to her knees she took his flaccid member in her hands and started to clean it. It was harder to work with like this than she had expected as it was so floppy. How do boys keep it clean, she thought to herself. He turned again and leant against the wall.

"Now my arse."

She started with the outside and worked her way toward his crack. When she had finished he told her to do his legs, and as she worked on them he started to wash his hair. Flicking suds down on her and it getting in her eyes as she worked.

When he was done he stepped out of the shower and turned to her.

"Now clean yourself. Pay special attention to your little slit and arsehole. There's a pink toothbrush on the counter for you. When you are done, dry off and join me in the bedroom."

Walking over to the counter he turned on the tap and started to brush his teeth. Brooklyn turned to the shower and let the warmth wash over her, drinking some of the water. She relathered the pad and scrubbed at her flesh, trying to clean herself of the shame she felt. When she turned around he was gone. It was the first time she had been alone since she got into the car with 'Zack'. Reaching for the bottle of shampoo she carried on cleaning herself.

When done she turned off the water, stepped out of the shower area and walked over to the sink to clean her teeth. Looking at herself in the mirror stood there naked except for the shiny metal collar a sadness crossed her face. This was her now. A thing.

After drying herself off with the softest towel she had ever felt, she wrapped it around her chest and walked back out to the bedroom. He was sat on the edge of the bed fully dressed and putting on his watch. She stood in front of him and waited as he put his shoes on.

Looking up at her he said, "Why do you have a towel on?"

She reached up to the tuck between her breasts and pulled it free, letting the towel drop to the floor.

"Good toy. The only time I want you covered is if I put it on you. now come closer and bend over."

Stepping closer and bending forward letting her breasts hang down, he picked up the lead from beside him on the bed. Attaching it to her collar again he said, "On all fours".

She dropped to the floor and he stood. Leading her out of the room he walked her through the house and into what looked like a dining room, with a large heavy wooden table. Taking a seat at the head of the table, he clicked pointing at the floor next to him and told her to sit. There was a paper and a metal pot of coffee waiting for him. Looping the end of the lead over the arm of his chair he poured himself a cup, picked up the paper and started to read. A larger woman with short curly hair wearing an apron and carrying a tray, came into the room and Brooklyn moved to cover herself. She must have been in her late 30's or 40's, she thought. She kinda looked like one of her friends' mum. Maybe she would help her. Putting the tray down the woman started to serve breakfast to her employer.

"I trust Sir is well rested?"

"Yes thank you, quite."

Brooklyn's heart sank. This woman wasn't going to help her. The woman turned and left again without even looking at the naked girl on the floor. As he started to tuck into the food, all Brooklyn could do was stare up at him. The feeling of her empty belly gnawing at her. She didn't much like meat and hardly ever ate it but those pieces of bacon and sausage looked very appealing right now. He glanced down from his feast at her and smiled.

"Are you hungry little toy?"

She went to speak and her voice cracked from dryness and lack of use. Clearing her throat she realised how little she had spoken since being there.

"Yes, sir"

Those were pretty much the only words she had used since arriving. They'd likely be the majority of the words she would ever use again.

"Then beg for it like a dog."

He looked at her with a face that conveyed his seriousness. She thought for a moment about how a dog begs and then rose to her knees and lifted her arms up in front of her.

"Goood girl. Now stick out your tongue."

Feeling the shame again slowly she opened her mouth and her little tongue stuck out.

"Speak"

"What do you want m.."

He brought a rolled up piece of the paper down across her face with a solid wack. She fell back more from surprise than the blow.

"NO! That's not how a dog speaks is it? Now beg properly."

Rising to her knees and resuming her position she said "woof".

"Now you can do better than that. Try again."

She steeled herself and let out a cute little 'ruff'. He smiled.

"Speak"

'Ruff'

"Oh you are a good little toy. I am going to enjoy you."

He reached out and stroked her head. With the other hand he picked up half of a sausage and held it over her face.

"Speak."

'Rufff'

With her eyes fixed on the first food she had been offered in almost a day he lowered it into her open mouth.

"That's enough for now, I don't want you getting fat on me. Lay down and be quiet."

Chewing her treat she laid down on the floor and tried to curl up and get comfortable. It wasn't exactly filling but  it was one of the best sausages she had ever tasted, although she couldn't place the flavour.

As he finished his food and poured himself another coffee, the large woman reappeared.

Collecting his plates and putting them onto the tray she turned to him and said, "The movers will be here in an hour, Sir. Are you finished with the new one for now?"

Taking a deep breath, he had a look of contemplation on his face before saying, "Yes, I think I am. Have it fed and watered before boxing", then handed her the lead.

"Stand up" she said in a suddenly stern voice, like a teacher who has had enough of the class.

Brooklyn almost jumped to her feet at the command. There was something harsher and more threatening about her words than she felt with him. Picking up the tray and holding the lead she led the girl into the kitchen.

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