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Introduction:

This is set in the same universe as 'My New Owner' but you don't have to read it to understand this story.

Vay braced herself for the second blow, her face already stinging from the first. Everything was just too loud right now. There was someone shouting with Master O'Connell in the hallway, and Mistress O'Connell was shouting at her, raising her hand to hit her again. All she had done was spill a glass of water as she was carrying it, but this was unacceptable for her new Masters. She never could have imagined it would be this bad. It had already been a week and she didn't think she would be able to survive a month, nevermind the rest of her life. Here, kneeling on the floor with so much noise it hurt her head, she thought it was the end. It was just to much to ever recover from, she thought. The blow landed on her cheek, the same side as the last one, and it had so much force it threw her to the floor, her head whacking off the hardwood. When she tried to sit up, her vision swam. Her head ached where it hit the floor. As she tried to sit up, she saw the blurred image of whoever was arguing pushing their way into the kitchen. The yelling was even closer now, making her ears ring. The new man crouched in front of her and scooped her up in his arms, turning and yelling back at her Masters, inadvertently yelling in her ear. She didn't complain. You weren't supposed to complain. And she doubted she could if she tried.

The man pushed past her Masters and out of the house, gently placing her in the back seat of an unfamiliar car, she didn't want him to let go, but with her hands bound she couldn't hold onto him. She heard him talking to whoever was in the passenger seat, before he got into the driver's seat and whoever he was talking to got into the back beside her. She couldn't see who it was, and she could barely hear what they were saying, but didn't flinch away when they began to untie the knots holding her wrists and ankles, before pulling the seat belt across her. She only barely understood their voices, only hearing the word 'hospital'.

"No, sir, I'm fine, I don't need a hospital, sir, Master will be angry if I go to hospital," she managed to say, slurring her words more than she meant to.

"You need a hospital girl," the man replied, just before her vision began to go dark and she fell unconscious. She woke up lying in a comfortable bed and frowned. Her bed was too comfortable, and her hands weren't bound. Why not? She slowly blinked away sleep to see she was in a small white room with someone sitting on the chair beside her, reading a book. She didn't recognise her. Vay watched as the girl tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, then glance up at her, putting down her book when she realised she was awake.

"Are you okay?" she asked, scooching her chair closer.

"Where am I?" Vay asked. "Where are my Masters, they get angry if they don't know where I am."

The girl took hold of her hand. "They aren't your Masters. They were lying. Your Master is in Oregon for business, and his friends were supposed to drop you off at his house. They lied and decided to keep you instead."

"What?" she asked. her head aching. she put her hand up to her temple and felt a bandage.

"You hit your head pretty hard last night, but the doctors say you will be fine. I'm Elowena, by the way. I'll be back in a minute I just have to tell my Master you're awake."

Vay nodded and Elowena left, leaving her book lying on the chair. She was only gone a minute before she returned with a tall strong man behind her. She vaguely recognised him as the mystery man from the night before.

"What's going on?" Vay asked.

"You were severely injured so I brought you to the hospital. You can be discharged in an hour according to the doctors, then we'll bring you back to our place. I don't think it would be safe to leave you alone for another week, even if we're so close. Especially with the O'Connells on the warpath. I'm Dmitri, but you will refer to me as sir, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Your Master, Ben, will return in a week and we will hand you over to him. In the meantime, Elowena can show you what it's like to be a slave. A proper slave."

"Yes, sir," she repeated, unsure if being a proper slave would be better or worse than what it was like so far. Only an hour later, dressed in fresh clothes Elowena lent her, they were on their way through the city to Dmitri's house. He lived in a penthouse apartment that looked over central park, and it was so big she didn't know what two people could do with so much space. They set her up in the bedroom beside Elowena's, then Dmitri sent the two slaves to make lunch while he called Ben. Vay was unsure of most aspects of slavery, but one thing she could do was cook. Elowena stood at the frying pan while Vay chopped up all the ingredients for the omelettes. When they were done, Elowena sat at the table in front of her plate, Vay just stood behind her chair.

"You can sit, you know, Master isn't fussy about that."

Vay nodded and slid into the seat beside her.

"Did they really do that to you?" Elowena asked, pointing at the bandage on her forehead.

Vay nodded. "I spilt some water."

"What? Master would never punish me like that, especially for something so minor.

There was a look of hope in Vay's eyes. "Really? How does he punish you?"

"He usually spanks me or does some kind of sexual punishment. But only if I do something like interrupt him or disobey him. He doesn't mind if I make a mess, as long as I clean up after myself."

"Do you think my Master will want me... that way, as well?"

"Knowing Master Ben, I'd say so, but you don't need to be afraid, it feels really nice most of the time. And if he's anything like Master, he can make you love things that you used to hate." She said the last part kind of dreamily, thinking of the last time Dmitri drilled her ass, making her cum so hard she almost fainted.

Vay shuddered at the thought. She was still a virgin, and growing up on the streets meant your sex education was somewhere between rape and non-existent. Other than crude thoughts shared by the fellow homeless population, she didn't really know anything about anything. She was lucky to be 19 and a virgin. She had hoped she would stay one for a little while longer. The thought of being spanked made her feel like a child though. What kind of punishment was that for a grown slave?

Dmitri walked back into the room and sat opposite Elowena, nodding to her and they began to eat. Dmitri explained as he ate. "Ben is returning tomorrow evening, and the police have been notified of the situation."

Vay hesitated. "The police?" she said nervously.

"You are property. Valuable property, that was stolen. The police will handle matters."

She gulped. She was well aware of how well the police treated "property".

"Th-thank you, sir," she managed, before looking down at her food.

Dmitri looked over at her, a calculating look on his face as if to try and discern what was going through her head.

Vay just looked down at her food.

Dmitri and Elowena chatted while they ate as if they were old friends and not master and property. Vay stayed silent, doing her best to push the thoughts of her time in police custody from her mind.

She helped Elowena clean up, then Dmitri ordered her to rest in her room so she could heal, while he and Elowena went out to the shops. Vay sat on the comfy bed, relishing in the feel of the soft fabrics she had never even thought of before. If her master was anything like Dmitri, then maybe life as a slave was bearable. She hated every second of it. Hated how she had already become so submissive. How they had broken her in less than a week. But she was already too terrified to fight back, to break the rules.

She had only spent two nights at Dmitri's before Ben arrived back. he had cut his trip early to deal with the mess. In that time she'd not done much, just rest and make help Elowena with a few chores. She could survive as a slave like this. She admired Elowena. The girl loved her life. She loved belonging to Dmitri and it baffles Vay. It didn't matter how good he was in bed, or how kind he could be, Vay could never love being a slave to someone.

She was wracked with nerves when she heard Ben was arriving. She had nothing of her own to pack, so she simply knelt on the floor by the table as Elowena had suggested while she waited. Dmitri had said it was her choice where she sat, but she wanted to make a good impression, so she knelt, eyes down submissively, head bowed, knees apart, hands flat on her thighs. She sat like that for only twenty minutes before Ben, her new master, arrived.

He knocked on the door loudly and Elowena went to answer it, but Dmitri stopped her, and answered it himself, no doubt to speak to Ben about Vay. Vay was terrified as she knelt, listening to the two men chat just outside the room. Eventually they entered, Dmitri first, then Ben. Vay didn't dare look up without permission.

"You didn't have to have her kneeling Dmitri," he said, crouching in front of her.

"I didn't tell her to, she chose to," Dmitri said simply, his thick accent covering his words.

"Good girl," she heard Ben mutter, and his hand came below her chin to lift it. Their eyes met and Vay's breath caught as she caught sight of him. He was her age, maybe a year or two older, with sandy hair, chiselled cheekbones and sparkling blue eyes. He was gorgeous. He looked like an actor, or a model. She felt herself become glad he was beautiful, unlike her previous masters, who were as beautiful as slugs.

"You can stand," he said simply, and she did, returning her gaze to the floor. "I'll see you tomorrow Dmitri, but I've got to get her set up at home."

Dmitri nodded. "Of course."

Ben strolled out of the room, beckoning her after him, and she followed as demurely as she could. She didn't want to give a bad impression. She didn't want to be hurt already. They only crossed the hall, and he unlocked the opposite to door to reveal his home.

"This is my apartment. It has a similar layout to Dmitri's, so you should be able to find what you need. Come on, I'll show you your room and then we need to talk."

Vay nodded and followed him through the large living room to the corridor of bedrooms, and he led her into the farthest one, a comfy, cosy room, complete with a bed with far too many blankets and a fur rug on the floor. Her mouth fell open. She had never seen a room so luxurious. Ben

As she lay on his bed, fear ran through her. He was still dressed, and she was stark naked, reinforcing the realisation that he owned her. He walked over toward the bed and she resisted the urge the scramble away. He held up a long strap with a ball in the middle of it. She wasn't sure what she was looking at until he knelt over her, and told her to open her mouth, then pressed the ball into her mouth and locked it behind her head. While looking down into her fearful eyes, he slid one hand down her body to her pussy, which was embarrassingly wet from their earlier conversation. He rubbed his middle finger up and down her slit and whispered into her ear.

"Don't be afraid, I'm going to make you feel things you never thought possible. I'm going to hurt you in creative ways you never could have conceived. But most of all, I'm going to make you love it. I'm going to make you beg for it, sweetheart."

That did nothing to alleviate her fear.

He rubbed his finger over her clit, making her gasp, then down to her cute little asshole, making her jump. He smiled at her reaction, and slowly flicked over her clit with his thumb while pressing his middle finger into her wetness. His mouth latched onto her tit, sucking and nibbling at her nipple while his fingers played with her snatch. He bit down, hard, unexpectedly and she moaned, the pain heightening her pleasure. He slowly began to pump his finger back and forth. God she was tight, he thought, swapping to her other nipple and giving it the same abuse. He continued like this, thoroughly abusing her nipple and pumping his finger steadily, bringing her closer and closer to her first-ever orgasm. She clutched the sheets, bring them in her hands and writhed beneath him, simultaneously trying to squirm away from his touch and pull him closer. She succeeded in neither.

Just as she was getting close, he added a second finger, stretching her wider. Then, just as she was falling over the edge, he pinched her clit, and whispered into her ear: "Come for me, sweetheart."

His words and his abuse pushed her over, forcing her into a powerful orgasm that wracked through her entire body. But even as she was coming down, he kept going with his abuse.

"Can you give me a second one?" he whispered, mauling her breast with one hand and torturing her pussy with the other, roughly hammering his fingers into her snatch, causing her to cry out through the gag and fall into a second orgasm, more powerful than the last. She shuddered and panted, coated in a sheen of sweat as he finally slowed his assault and pulled his fingers from her snatch and sucked them clean, eliciting a whine from her lips. "It's time for the real thing," he whispered, and unzipped his pants, letting his semi-erect cock spring free from its confines.

Vay was terrified of it. It wasn't more than an inch larger than average, but it still seemed huge to her. He leaned over her, undid the gag, and took her chin in his hand. "Look at me, not at it," he told her and leaned down to kiss her. Gently, affectionately, while he lined himself up with her entrance and pushed forward slightly, spreading her lips. He steadily pressed forward, kissing her more passionately and slipping his tongue between her lips the deeper he went, until he encountered some resistance. He pushed through, eliciting a gasp of pain from Vay.

She felt herself stretch to accommodate him, the ache deep within her. He stroked her hair and kissed her passionately, silencing her whimpers. He eventually bottomed out, making her feel fuller than ever before. His lips left hers to move to her ear.

"Shh, it's okay, I'm all the way in. God, you feel so good. I'll give you a minute to adjust. You did so well," he said, caressing her hair and wiping the tears from her eyes. "You're so tight Vay and you did so well, I'm really proud of you."

His words made her feel warm inside, almost cancelling the pain. After a minute, he slowly began to move. Slowly he rocked back and forth, sliding across the inside of her. The pleasure it brought cancelled the pain, making her gasp. He brought his mouth back down on hers, muffling her as his thrusts increased the pace until he was steadily pumping into her in long deep thrusts, bottoming out every time. The pleasure was stronger than anything she had ever felt, and when he reached down to rub her clit, she felt herself rising quickly toward an orgasm.

His thrusts sped up, as did the finger on her clit, and he leaned down to her ear, whispering, no, commanding, "Now." She came again, shuddering and gasping below him, her pussy clamping hard on his cock. He grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic and she felt him cum inside her, slowing to a stop and pulling out, panting with her.

"We're going to try some pain now. I want to see how much of a masochist you really are," he said, giving her ear a quick bite before sliding off the bed and walking to one of the many chests of drawers in the room. "Go to the corner of the room where the hook is hanging and face the wall."

Vay quickly pulled herself off the bed, ignoring the ache in her pussy and the mixture of juices dripping down the inside of her leg, and did as she was asked. Standing as still as she could until she felt his hand brush across her shoulder blades, making her jump. He moved around to the front of her and held out a pair of leather cuffs for her to see. She gulped, but without needing to be asked, she held out her wrists for him. The barest of smiles flickered across his face at her compliance, and he began to buckle the cuffs around her wrists before lifting her hands above her head and looping the cuffs around the hook. He went to the wall and turned a wheel until her hands were pulled high above her head. At some point, while she was in the corner, he had put his jeans back on.

"Spread your legs for me," he asked her and she reluctantly complied, widening her stance as much as she could until she was hanging her whole weight from the cuffs. He cuffed her ankles to small O-rings on the floor, preventing her from drawing her legs together again. She gulped as he disappeared behind her for a moment and returned with a paddle. She tugged on her restraints, silently begging him to let her go. He put the paddle down and moved up to her with the ball gag in his hand. "Do you want to safeword now? I won't judge you. We can start again tomorrow. Or can you take some for me? Just a few. I'll stop if it's too much."

She looked conflicted for a few moments before slowly saying. "I- I can take a few, sir. But how will I safeword wearing a gag?"

He pulled a hair tie from his pocket and hung it over her thumb. "Let this drop to the floor and I'll stop and check on you. Okay?"

She nodded and he fixed the ball gag in her mouth, picking up the paddle again. "I'm going to give you ten to start. To see how you react. I'll start slow and then get harder. OK?"

She nodded. He moved out of her field of vision and swung the paddle without warning. The sharp pain made her gasp, but it wasn't as bad as she expected. The second came down in the exact same spot, eliciting a squeak from her. Then the third on her other cheek, slowly turning her ass bright red. At 6 she tried to shy away, but Ben just pulled her ass back on display. 9 and 10 were particularly hard, and she cried out around the gag as they landed on her already bruised ass.

"Take it in your hand and stroke it," he directed, and she did as asked, before slowly licking up the length of the shaft, eliciting a groan from Ben.

"Okay Vay, so what I wanted to discuss with you is the next stage of your training. I need to know how much you can handle in terms of orgasms. And so do you. So, tomorrow, we will be spending three hours in the playroom testing your limits."

She nodded, her leg shaking nervously under the table.

"We are going to spend the first hour and a half on orgasm denial. Seeing how long you can hold off for and how long I can keep you on the edge. This will also be an introduction to many of the positions, bondage and toys that we would use in the future. The second hour and a half will be spent giving you orgasms, using a variety of tools to see what gets you off best. We will be using most of the machines during this part as well as bondage and sensory deprivation techniques. Do you understand?"

"I understand, sir," she said shakily. The idea scared her.

"This will be all about pleasure, no pain. No punishments. But your safeword will also be limited. If you safeword, I will stop and check on you and maybe give you a rest, but it won't stop the session. Any questions?"

"Have you done this before?" she asked, looking at him with apprehension.

"Yes, Vay, many times. I was a trainer before I took you in, remember?"

She blushed with embarrassment. "Yes, sir, sorry, sir."

He smiled. " I'm going to give you a choice. Tomorrow we are going out to lunch with Dmitri for Elowena's birthday, you can choose to have the session before or after we go out. If you go before we'll still have about 2 hours to get ready afterwards, but you won't get to have much of a rest."

Vay thought for a moment. "Before, sir. So that we can use anything we learned in the evenings during our usual playtime."

"In that case, come to the playroom straight after breakfast, and make sure breakfast is ready by 7, so we have plenty of time."

Vay nodded. " Do you want me to go back to my room now sir?"

"No, I want to have you one last time before we go to sleep, and you can stay in my bed tonight." With that, pulled her from her chair and sat her on the table, kissing her passionately while dropping the sleeves of her nightgown and letting it pool at her hips. He mauled her breasts roughly as she panted before stepping in close and reaching under the dress to rub her bare pussy.

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