The Taming of the Brat ((Vivid and Day))

[Vivid Fizz]

How many days had it been? At least seven determined Karris McMahon as she leant against the wall that was supporting her. Not that she had much of choice. She was chained to it buy a heavy metal collar cemented right to it. A length of rope had kept her arms tied behind her back, forcing her bountiful breasts to be pushed out and causing an ache between her shoulder blades. Her red hair had been carefully brushed that morning by one of the attendants and her curls covered her bare tits. She was topless, of course, to show the beautiful body that she had. Large, perky and firm breasts, a tiny waist, and nice round hips with a pert supple ass.

There had been such a hype about her at first. A gorgeous virgin with no health problems was a prize indeed. Red hair was also something that was rare amongst the slave class and it was rarer still that hers was so long, thick, and luxurious. Her skin bore no marks. She had all of her teeth and, furthermore, they were white and strait.

Karris had made it difficult for them. How dare they drag her from the streets in such a manner! That was no way to treat a lady and she made sure they knew it. Many of the staff members and handlers now had bite marks on their hands. Many costumers left with bloodied noses as they attempted to touch the merchandise. Soon the feisty and spoilt little miss got a bad reputation and no one in the area that could afford a slave wanted to spend time breaking her. Which was fine by her.

What wasn’t fine by her was that, right in front of her small space, was a sign. Written in large red letters with yellow outline were the words “SALE 70% OFF”. Nothing was more humiliating to be marked down from a high price to a price that not even the skinniest, sickest girl carried with her. Even those who had been returned multiple times cost more than her now. Distain was etched in every line of her face and she spit at everyone who passed her.

That was until they fastened a ball gag to her mouth. Which she fought as well as she could with her hands behind her back. A few good bites were given by her and, when the gag was finally strapped in, the handler gave her a swift smack to the face. Not enough to bruise her or even leave a mark. Unlike the other slaves, she did not have any of the proper training. She couldn’t cook, clean, sew, garden, or even entertain. She couldn’t do anything and that made her even less attractive to possible buyers.

“Little bitch,” he snarled at her. “You need to be fucked right proper to get that streak out of you. Too bad the boss wants you to be untouched.”

He walked away and waited in front of the sign, waiting for someone to take interest. Karris on the other hand, started screaming against her ball gag. So loud it caught the attention of everyone around.

 

[As Day Fades]

"Jesus, do you hear that? Sounds like a fuckin' banshee," one joked to the other, the two friends standing about fifteen feet in front of Karris and slightly to a side.

A small group of about seven or eight had gathered around her spot; like some sort of animal convention the women had been brought out into the display area of a large, open warehouse, bound and robbed of any personal pride in hope of potential buyers. ...pride? Women didn't have such a thing. What the hell did they even have to be proud of?

"Yeah, sheesh! What a goddamn drama queen. I'd say they should muzzle her but it looks like they already tried."

The two men jested amongst themselves from their spot, as did most of the rest of the small crowd to one another, scoffing, laughing at the redhead. Oh, gorgeous she was indeed, a prize in the physical sense, but her atrocious actions were a turn off for any who even looked the way of her booth. In a showroom full of quiet, obedient women waiting patiently as they were shown with only collars, no gags or even ropes, the customers who paid Karris any attention were simply enjoying the train wreck that was an untrained female, while wondering amongst themselves, amusingly so, if anyone would even buy such a nasty little embarrassment!

He didn't have much choice though, Jeremy thought to himself with a short sigh, with a hand going to his face to snatch the bridge of his nose betwixt two fingers. Did she really need to scream like that? Ugh! Why the hell did the good ones have to cost so much?! Here he was just a few years removed from college with an accounting degree under his belt and a nice three bedroom house he'd just bought after saving up for the down payment for a number of years. Between the payments on that and on school loans... he made a nice amount of money at his job, but those were two hefty monthly payments, plus he needed to look into getting a new car in the near future. One of the more desirable females was simply unaffordable right now - who knew they could cost so much?! - and would be for at least another four or five years! Sighing to himself, he looked at the redhead's sign...

70% off! Clearance! No refunds!​

She was a bargain. And right now a bargain was all he could afford; how horribly ironic that he had just bought a rather sizable house and couldn't afford a female to put in it! His friends would understand, he was sure, but it was pride and status and all that. He was doing well for himself now, so why shouldn't he be able to enjoy these things? At twenty-eight it was still considerably good compared to most. And if he bought this loudmouthed bimbo he wouldn't have to keep renting other women from his coworkers every time he had the physical need.

Still, Jeremy stood toward the back of the small crowd, listening to two of the guys go back and forth with little quips about her. He smirked at some. Reaching a hand up to run his hand through short dark hair, then tilting his chin upward as he moved to scratching the day-old stubble along his jaw, he went from looking to this woman to looking at her sign, to looking to her, to her sign, before finally sighing to himself and calling out, "Eighty off."

"Pardon?" Karris' keeper called, the man turning from the feisty redhead to the crowd, his eyes trying to pick out the voice.

"Eighty off and you've got a deal," Jeremy repeated, looking up to the man. That'd put her down to twenty thousand, down from a solid hundred they must have originally sought for her.

"Ah, the sign says seventy, my friend! That's plenty generous enough!" He smirked.

"Yeah, and you close up shop in an hour. And the only guys here lookin' are just making fun of her."

"...Seventy-five," he said after a breath.

So that made her twenty-five thousand? "I can live with that," the dark-haired Jeremy responded after a moment of thought. He looked to Karris, looked to her eyes as he continued scratching his chin. Maybe he should invest in that one guy's joke and buy her a muzzle before bringing her home, he thought with a smirk.

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Karris could not believe that someone wanted her seller to go lower. That was not going to happen. Her price was already the lowest of the low. Bringing it down any further would have been incredibly insulting. To her at least. She knew that she was worth more than these whores. A woman like her, with her impeccable breeding and beauty, was priceless. She went silent though as the battering continued. A hot flush crossed her cheeks. This man would know exactly whom he purchased. She was no common slave. She was likely of a higher rank then he, with his clothes.

The man was just happy to be rid of her and walked over with a leash and a collar. It was a choke collar with little metal barbs lining the inside. If she wanted to act up she could but it was going to cause her a considerably amount of pain. As he approached she began to kick her legs, hitting him in the stomach a few times before he grabbed a hold of her foot and squeezed. It was not hard enough to break it but it got the point across. She yelped and calmed down long enough for him to unhook her from the wall and get her collared. He walked her over, making sure to tug hard enough to embed the barbs into her swanlike neck.

She growled at him through the ball gag.

“Here’s the little bitch,” he said as he pulled her towards Jeremy. “The leash and collar are part of the package but the gag isn’t. If you want to keep it you’ll have to buy it. Psh. It’s worth more than the little cunt is.”

Karris glared at the handler. If she could have grabbed a hold of the leash and pulled back, she would have. So she simply screeched at him though the bright red ball. That only resulted in him pulling harder on the leash, choking her and bringing her to her knees.

 

[As Day Fades]

Jeremy smirked, watching the redhead fall to her knees. He smirked because it was the only thing he could do; it was either that or second-guess the decision, which he really couldn't afford to. She'd turn out to be a hell of a bargain if he could break her in, but, like all things in life, it seemed that was going to take a lot of work.

"I'll buy the gag," he said, standing about a foot away from the two now. His arms crossed along his chest. He didn't take the leash right away. Rather, he smirked to himself, enjoying the sight of the loudmouth having fallen to her knees. "Lord knows I'm gonna need it." Jeremy circled around the pair, taking his time in the walk, eyeing her up and down. Such a pretty thing. Flawless skin. Buxom. Beautiful hair. Could he get close to her without getting bit, even with the gag? How long would it take before he could fuck her? He wondered to himself.

"I can't blame you. Ha! Then I'll toss that on the bill. Can I interest you in some outfits? Some lovely dresses? Lingerie, perhaps? Accessories?"

"I'll take a look," he replied, dark pools cast downward at Karris. He came out from behind her, circling around, going back to where he had been standing.

"C-34, that's her stand number. Go up to the main counter with that. I'll phone ahead with her agreed price and tell them about adding in the gag. Anything else, outfits, accessories, a bio of what we know about her past, preferred customer discounts, they take care'a all that there. That's where you pay."

Jeremy glanced over his shoulder, in the direction the man was pointing.

"When you- hey! Quit moving, you stupid twat!" He gave a sharp tug of the leash, glaring down at Karris. A moment later though his face shifted to a smile as he and Jeremy met eyes - no damaging the merchandise now, of course. "Order, pay, get your receipt, then we'll drug her and load the bitch into your car for you, along with anything else you buy for her. Where do you live, buddy?"

"Up around Pine," he replied, looking down to his new acquisition. She really was beautiful, wasn't she? He reached out a hand to stroke at her cheek left, once, briefly, with two fingers. As he did this Karris' handler made sure to pull just slightly on her leash, letting her know to behave herself.

"Ah. That ain't too bad then. The sedatives'll definitely last long enough to get her there."

"Good. Then I'll see you when you wake up, won't I?" He smiled slyly to Karris, looking to her eyes with those last words. Jeremy's fingers slid from her cheeks as he took a step back, then turned, and set off in the direction of the main counter. C-34 he told himself. C-34.

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Karris watched what was playing out. This was not something she wanted! If her father were still around he wouldn’t have stood for this sort of treatment of his little girl. She was a precious stone, damn it! The best of the best had been given to her. Suitors would have jumped through flaming hoops just to win her favor. Now she was being treated like some dog! Except dogs were at least treated with common decency. This was disgusting! No wonder her mother had fought against behavior like this! It was disgusting. Lucky for him the ball gag was so tightly strapped in her mouth she could not even move her jaw. He would have been bitten. Very hard.

She glared at her handler. That bastard. The first night she was there he tried to get her to suck his cock. He had told her that he was not allow to fuck her pussy or ass but that her mouth was fair game. But she had bit him hard enough to leave scars and the man hated her for that. He had wanted to teach her a lesson but had been unable to. No bruises were to be left on her. Her beauty was her only asset.

Once everything was said and done the man lead her to a different booth. Instead of fighting she decided to follow with a semblance of obedience. Those barbs hurt and she quite liked being able to breath. “Lucky little cunt,” he said harshly. He wrapped her leash to a stick, ensuring she wouldn’t get away while he looked for the proper tags to show that she was purchased. “Boss was going to have me teach you how to pleasure a man tonight if you didn’t get sold. Slut. I bet you would have been nice to ruin. Virgin pussy is good.”

He rummaged through the stand and found her tags. It did not take him very long to find the metal clips and he turned and clipped them to the choke collar. They were for her protection. Without them she could easily be picked up by another slave trading company. These meant that she would at least get taken back to them.

Then he picked up the phone and called to the front where the man was likely at, waiting for his purchase. The man verified everything and smirked. “Yeah, the bitch if finally getting taken. Fucking dumb whore got her price dropped to 25k. Well, better than nothing, huh? I feel sorry for that poor bastard.” There was blunt laughing and then he listened. “Okay, the back of the lot you say? A dark van? Alright. I will make sure to drop her there.” He hung the phone up and then went to a lock box next to the tags. In it was a needle already loaded with the sedative.

“Nighty-night slut.” he said as he walked over to her, needle drawn. Karris’ eyes widened and she attempted to get away. God! She hated needles. He stabbed her without mercy and, within seconds, darkness took her.

 

[As Day Fades]

Truth be told, Jeremy felt a little overwhelmed by all the binders at the front counter, the man working the phone inviting him to browse through them while they waited for the handler's confirmation. There were something like nine or ten in all, thickly bound and each specializing in a different type of product, from sexual toys to restraints to clothing to optional breast implants to lord knows what else. One even had a list of classes and various specialized training you could send your bitch to for 'further education'.

"Alright there pal," the man behind the counter said as he hung up the phone with a friendly smile. "Haha, truth be told a couple'a us didn't really think Red was gonna get sold. I mean, great price an' all, and what a niece piece, eh, don't get me wrong, but hoo-boy, kitty's got claws! Hahaha! ...Anyway man, the handler just checked in and it looks like your credit is good. You take a look through these yet? See anything ya want?"

"Yeah," Jeremy replied calmly, his eyes on the binders, flipping through the pages. One hand leaned his arm against his counter, and his body against his arm as the other flipped back a few pages. "I like this one here, the rabbit thing."

"Ah, the Bunny Bikini?"

"Yeah."

"Nice choice. That's sure to look good with her rack."

"Here's hopin'. Oh, and this one here, too," he said, flipping forward three pages.

"The Two-Dollar Hooker? Haha, sure, sure. What about some more proper things?"

"For what?" He smirked. "Those are expensive. She'd probably just ruin them or something."

'Yeah, yeah, guess you're right... heh, bitch is still a bit too wild I guess. She'll pass for a proper woman in time though. You want any obedience training for her?'

"Nah."

"I really think you should. And I mean, don't take that wrong, I'm not on commission or anything. That one's a real twat."

"I'll break her in," Jeremy simply replied, raising his glance to smile up at the man. "Or break her in half. One of the two."

"Yeeah, that's what I'm talkin' about," the man came back with a hearty laugh.

"I'll take a few more things though. This here," he said, grabbing another book and pointing to a cage, to a wrought iron crate. "And this," he pointed to a large plastic pink bowl, "with her name on it. And this collar too, with her name in this font." He pointed out a few more things, setting another book between them to show. "And the background info is free, right?"

"Complimentary, boss. You got it."

"Great." Jeremy waited a few minutes as the man entered all the information, watching him close and set back each of the binders as the items rang up on the screen. His credit already approved, it took very little time from that point. ...And just like that he came to own another human being.

If females could even be regarded that highly. What a joke.

- - - -​

Just under two hours later they were at his home, a respectably sized three bedroom, one and a half bath in the suburbs with a decently sized yard. He had recently moved in and there wasn't much to the place yet. The specific room she would find herself in, when Karris awakened, had a window on one wall and a closet in a far corner. It was relatively well sized, twelve feet by fourteen, with a dark green carpet stretched along the floor. In one corner, opposite the closet, was a wrought iron cage reaching about three feet high, four long and two wide, meant for a large dog; a fully grown human wouldn't be able to stand up straight nor stretch out fully in it, making it quite uncomfortable.

In front of the door was a chair. In this chair sat Jeremy, one ankle raised to rest on the opposite knee as he browsed through a manila folder, reading up on Karris' interesting past. So that's why she came to be such a brat, is it? He smirked as he read to himself. Below the chair, between its legs were several boxes, a few long ones beneath a few smaller ones. And in the center of the room slept the redhead, left there until she decided to wake, her collar and leash still attached, though the end of the leash lay on the floor beside her, held by nothing. Her gag and the rope around her arms had been removed for the time being, each set on the floor by her new master's feet.

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Slowly Karris came to. Her head was spinning and made the room tilt out of control. The drug that had been used to knock her out was a heavy dose; large for a girl of her size and her level of resistance. A groan emitted from her lips and she rolled over, curling in a little ball. The floor, with its lush carpet, had been the softest thing she had slept on in a week. Her body hurt. At least her arms did. They had been tied like that for the last couple of days. Rope burn marred the beautiful porcelain skin but those marks would fade eventually.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, turning over again. Why wouldn’t this spinning stop?! What she didn’t know was the man had giving her a large dose to ensure that she would be easy for her new master to control for the rest of the night. And piss her off when she could not fight back the way she wanted. Finally she rolled herself on to her stomach and attempted to push herself up on shaky arms. Though she only managed to flop back down, swearing loudly.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed as she tried again. “What the fuck is this shit?!” She was referring to the collar and leash. She had forgotten what had occurred in the past weeks and she thought she was back in her room. However it all came back to her when she saw that man surrounded by boxes and looking at a boring looking folder. “I thought you had been a nightmare.”

She pulled herself to her knees and looked around. It was a nice room… if someone wasn’t used to better. And she was used to far superior conditions. There was a cage and she scowled. That was likely for her. A new home for a new pet. Out of the corner of her eyes she watched him read. It seemed that he was preoccupied. Perhaps if she was quiet…

Slowly she began to crawl towards the window, keeping her body low to the ground. Thanks to the slight OD she was sluggish and the act was painful with her arms.

 

[As Day Fades]

Jeremy smirked, even chuckled to himself. She was going to wake up swearing like that and then think she'd just slip away unnoticed? It was cute, in an intelligence-insulting way.

The brown folder closed.

He set it aside the chair, on the floor. Straightening his legs, both feet coming to rest upon the carpet, Jeremy sat up with his back straight against the back of the chair, palms on his knees.

"This 'shit'," he began, "is my home, thank you very much, which I've put years of work into being able to have, and it'll be many years more until it's fully mine. And it's also your home now too, interestingly enough, so feel free to apologize. Either for the comment or for your filthy mouth, whichever you feel like first."

She looked dizzy. That made sense though. The guy hadn't mentioned anything like that for when she'd wake up, but it was common sense enough. "You're not going to make it to the window without me catching you first, and even if you did, the guys at the place explained to me about the chip they inserted in your body, so really, don't even try." He leaned over to grab the folder back up, flipping open the cover, then flipping the first page. "...embedded in the bodies of all products upon their acquirement... hmm... yadda yadda... where is it," he read, "...ah, here. One mile. This here says that they're going to program your chip to my address, and if you go more than a mile away from it you'll get hit with a nasty shock. I think the guy said it was like a tazer. ...Soooo, yeah. You should really just sit still and give up any notion you may have had of leaving, Ms.McMahon," he said with a snicker.

"I am fully aware of what you're 'used to', just as I'm fully aware that you're horribly untrained in just about every way a woman can contribute to the world. You have physical beauty, no doubt, and you look like you have a wonderful body for producing children, sooo... That's at least a heck of a start. What do you say we work on your obedience some?"

He eyed the other end of her leash on the floor. "I can be very, very mean to you, or I can be gentle, tender... even loving. But that's a choice you have to make." His back flush against the chair, Jeremy paused a moment before continuing, breathing slowly. "I saw how the collar hurt you, like, really hurt you, back at the warehouse. I'd like to remove it, maybe even give you a gift, but I have to believe that you'll be good." His head tilted slightly to one side as he observed her. God, her rack was amazing. And her hair was stunning. Writhing about the floor in a drugged haze ha done nothing to dilute its beauty. "If you crawl over to me, nuzzle my legs and verbally acknowledge me as your new master, I'll take it off. I promise. ...I don't want us to hate each other, Karris."

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Why should she apologize? This place was like a cardboard box compared to the palace she had come from. It was pathetic that he was still paying on it, too. It was amazing that he could afford her even at the drastically cut price. And she could say whatever she wanted. She simply turned her pretty little nose up to that suggestion and continued on her merry little way to the window. What would she care if that chip shocked her? The thing was probably just something they made up. That business was cheap as they came. At least that is what she told herself. The girl still had it in her mind that she knew better and was better than everyone in this second class yoke.

What made her stop was when he called her by her last name. She flopped down on her pert little bottom and looked up at him. There was some hope in her eyes. She didn’t know that the people of that shotty slave trade had done their research on her. Maybe he had recognized her and all of this was a joke. She was convinced that it was. Bear children? At her age? Eighteen was too young to ruin her body with brats.

His words were actually making her laugh and, halfway through his little speech about her crawling over and rubbing against his legs. What did she look like? Certainly there was something more attractive than acting like a house cat.

“Yes sir,” she said. Her voice was terribly nasal and it was clear that she was putting it on in mockery. She crawled over to him, pressing her breasts together as she moved. In that moment Karris wanted him to believe that she would be a good girl. Instead she was sure that it would be SHE who taught him the lesson. It never occurred to her that, in her vanity and arrogance, that he would actually back up the hidden threat. “I don’t hate you, master. Never hate. Hate is such a strong word.”

She made it over to his legs and rubbed against them. It made her skin crawl to do so but, to be convincing, she needed to pretend that she was complying. This was only going to be for a few second before she pushed herself on to her knees. She then began to rub her head against his lap, brushing her cheek against where his cock would be. In the next second she made an attempt to head butt at the highly sensitive area.

“I LOATHE you,” she snarled. Her head swam. Too much movement with too much force. With a groan she fell backwards, panting harshly.

 

[As Day Fades]

That was the moment any trust he may have had toward her was shattered, forever and in an instant.

It was lovely, watching her crawl along the floor. Her beauty was positively stunning. She would be a vixen in his bed, a mother to his children, and a treasure for his eyes. Jeremy's smile had never been quite so content as the moment Ms.Red left behind her poshy attitude to crawl along the carpet, as when she nuzzled his leg like a sweet kitten and brought her head to his lap, his pants the saucer that contained her milk. Her breasts had been mouth-watering, inspiring a lovely erection that now pressed against the crotch of his pants. The sway of her hips had been additionally tantalizing. And the sound of her voice eliciting the name 'master' toward him, in regard to him...

In hindsight, he was a complete fool.

Jeremy's eyes went wide. He gasped out, wordless, speechless! and slumped forward against the floor, quickly rolling onto his side. A hand stretched out toward her. Or toward the rug. Or toward fucking something as he sputtered, and coughed, and all at once it seemed his backed up words came to him in a terribly painful groan.

That... that ungrateful... that stupid...

"You fucking CUNT!" He seethed.

He pushed to his knees. Sloppily, slipping back down to one knee, a hand gripping his crotch as he gasped out, eyes clenched in a horrible wince, Jeremy slid forward, supporting himself against the carpet with an arm. "Uu-uggghhhn-nhhh!!..." he stammered out, fingers clenching into a fist. He had been prepared to treat her so sweet. So sweet! The collar would have come off! The cage would have never come into play! But no. No. That fist coming undone, his fingers crooked and dug themselves against the carpet as he glared icy, furious daggers toward the dizzy teenager. Pushing himself back to a stand, or at least a stand where his knees were bent, Jeremy severed the distance between them with a reformed fist, swinging hard for this woman's cheek.

She was his property. That even meant his to destroy, if he so wished it.

As he moved backward, away from her after the swing, he grabbed at her leash, jerking her violently.

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Karris broke out in uncontrollable fits of giggling. The way he gasped and writhed was nothing but pure bliss to her. Served him right for trying to make her into some slave. He needed to learn that SHE was the one of better breeding. That SHE was the one who was better. As her chuckling died down a satisfied smirk crossed her lips. He looked best on the floor, she decided, gasping for air. His face was red and her smile faded. Now he knew how it felt to be at the complete will of another person.

That smug sense of satisfaction instantly was replaced by fear. Instead of staying down he began to scream at her. He even called her a cunt! That word was utterly degrading; the worst thing that a woman could be called. With a squeak she scrambled backwards. Her head swam. Damned sedative. If all of her mental faculties were in order she may have tried to make a dash for the window. His rage was terrifying. No one had ever hollered at her like that. Not even the slave handlers. She scattered backward as fast she could.

It was not fast enough. He was quicker even in his pained state than she was in her halfway drugged state of mind. His fist, fast and hard, came across her cheek. She let out a bitter cry as she was laid out across the floor. Black dots swam in front of her eyes as she tried to remain conscious. Good thing he had tugged on the choke collar. If the barbs hadn’t bit without any mercy into the side of her neck she wouldn’t have been able to fight the darkness off.

She coughed, sputtered, and gasped as air was barred entrance into her lungs. Desperately she clawed at the chains clamping around her neck. Droplets of blood streaked down her neck. The small spikes were doing their job. All of the wind was knocked out of her sails. Eyes bulged and became bloodshot and her struggling all but stopped, she slowly moved back and forth on the carpet. Pathetic whines and whimpers came from her and she looked up at her new owner.

“P-please,” she managed to gurgle out. “Please…”

For now she would listen. She was too hopped up on drugs and traumatized enough for that day. As angry as she was the beautiful redhead knew she was beat in that moment. No amount of self coddling or self importance was going to tell her that she could best this man. He had the collar. He had the power. That damned collar. She hated it. That fucking thing was going to keep her in line. With how effective it was the redhead knew that he was going to be using it more often.

When he finally, FINALLY, eased up on his pull she took desperate gasps of air. Sweet, life giving oxygen! She coughed and looked up at him. Her hate was burning. No one had earned her contempt as much as he did. Not the slavers, not the men who stole her fortune; not anyone.

“Don’t do that again,” she croaked. “That fucking hurts!”

 

[As Day Fades]

"Don't do that again," he mimicked. "That fucking hurts."

A dull, dry tone.

Was she for-fucking-real?

Jeremy's eyes narrowed. The pain in his crotch was still there, throbbing, and would continue to ache for awhile, though he had regained some of his breath. Sitting up, his back leaned against the wall, the end of Karris' leather leash wrapped around his left wrist. "I take you in when everyone else was looking to be fucking rid of you. Seventy-five percent off. Tch! I give you shelter. I dedicate myself to supplying you with food and clothing and whatever else... really, women got the life. Don't have to work. Just pop a kid out every once in awhile, make me the center of your world, and keep the chores done." He tugged a little on her leash, not hard, just a few quick tauts of the length to remind her of who was in control. As if she could forget. "Here I am willing to support you for the rest of your life. And, shit, I was willing to treat you like goddamn royalty when you came to, you little twat..."

Placing his free hand on the chair, Jeremy leaned upon it heavily in pushing himself to a stand. The lingering pain was evident, far more than he'd like, but there wasn't a damn thing to be done about it. Except stay mad. "And here I wanted to be so good to you..." His back slumped against the wall again, half-standing, knees still bent. "I was thinking of taking off your collar, spending the night bathing you, massaging you, then making love and cuddling after... Fuck, if I could've afforded anyone I would have gotten the one blonde. All I want is a relationship full of love and affection like Ray and his bitch have!" He looked to the ring of blood trickling down her neck. The sight of it made his face soften, his tone falling to match it, "and I would have liked that without having to mar something so beautiful... ... ...but fuck it. Fuck it. You know, if that's how you're gonna be!"

Gripping his crotch, wincing with each step with that lingering pain, Jeremy approached her, bending over when he reached her side. Would she fight back? Throw up a girly fist or something? He didn't want to damage her body, but if she thought attacking him would get her anywhere he was prepared to establish himself as the alpha. The closed fist should have done well in showing such. All he did for now though, when he leaned in, was unhook the end of the leash from around Karris' barbed slave collar. "I had hoped we could start off sweetly," he whispered from such closeness, even caressing her cheek very briefly after she was unhooked. "I've always been too damn naive like that."

Bunching up the length of her leash in his hand, the tall, dark-haired man cracked her viciously on her backside!

"Get in your goddamn cage!" He suddenly barked the order at the top of his lungs.

The length was brown leather, and thin enough that at first glance it might not seem too impressive - but the leather was strong, the kind you could pull and pull and gain nothing for your efforts. Rather than weaken it, the small size made it that much more powerful, and when striking with it it's size made each blow sharper, more precise. Bunching it up two or three times in his left hand, Jeremy cracked her across her bare, pale ass again! and again! yelling, pointing with his right to the open door of the wrought iron cage that would act as her boarding home until she could be better behaved. There wasn't even a damn blanket inside to sleep on, just a hard black plastic floor.

"Get! Get! Get!"

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Hot tears formed in her beautiful blue eyes. His mocking and words stung a lot worse than what she probably should have let them. She cried as he tugged on the leash again. Her neck was still tender from the harsh pulling he had done before. This?! This is how royalty was treated?! When was the last time he had seen a Queen do chores or be forced to wear a collar or be forced to fuck someone? That did not sound like proper treatment to her! Tears spilled down her face. A bruise was forming on her left cheek where his fist crashed down, making that side swell a little.

“Sweet!” she said with a hint of disbelief in her voice. She winced when he caressed her cheek but did not scramble away. A lot had happened to her and she was just too tired to do much more fighting that day. A sigh of relief came from her as he removed the collar. It seemed that he did not take what she did too much to heart. He probably thought that she was just frightened or scared of her new surroundings. He seemed easy enough to work over. These words were probably all show. “You bought me like some common slut and-”

CRACK! The leash had been folded and, with a sickening power, brought down on her backside. She howled in pain and her back arched. A welt, red and tender, rose. He was screaming at her now, demanding that she get into that small cage in the corner of the room. Every hit caused her to wail and jump.

“Stop!” she begged. “Stop! Stop!”

She whimpered and began to crawl slowly to the cage. There was not much fight left in her that night. The extra sedative worked against her body, she was hungry, and she had already taken quite a beating. At least she had taken a lot of abuse for her. Little did she know there was much, much more to come in her future.

Apprehensive eyes turned up to her new master and she whimpered. Her backside was red, black and blue, and welted. She looked pathetic, very much like a dog that had been scolded for doing something wrong. She did not want to go in the cage.

“Please,” she finally said. “I don’t want to go in. I’ll… I’ll behave for the rest of the night. Providing the request aren’t too terrible.”

She was trembling though and obviously frightened of him at that moment.

 

[As Day Fades]

Stop? Stop! She wanted him to stop! "I'll stop when you grow to like my shitty home!" He struck her again. "I'll stop when you do as you're told!" Another strike. Vicious. Unforgiving. "I'll stop when I get my way! Fuck you if you think I'm gonna spend twenty-five grand on your ass and start making compromises!" Again he struck her, beautiful, flawless skin giving way to shades of orange, purple and red.

He was herding her. Like a sheep he was striking her, guiding her to her cage. When she neared the door he shoved the iron bars in Karris' face, setting his foot into the carpet on the opposite side. Pushing. Pressing. Kicking. She didn't have to want to go in. It wasn't up to her. He'd shove the woman by forcing the swinging metal lath in her face, giving her nowhere else to go.

"You owe me an apology you damn cunt!!" He struck at the front of the cage with the leash. He struck at the side. Yelling. Rushing her inside. "Fucking making me damage my property before I get to even enjoy it once! Do you have any idea how long I'm gonna be paying for you?!" He slammed the door completely shut once he managed to shuffle Karris inside. Two iron bars acted as the cage's locking mechanism, jutting out into place when not being held in by a hand. This was fine for a dog, for an occupant without opposable thumbs, but for slaves the simple cage had come with a padlock that Jeremy pulled out of his pocket, quickly snapping it in place around the swinging door and the frame of the rest of the cage.

click. And nothing short of the key would see her to freedom.

"Fucking bitch. Fucking bitch, hitting me like that!" He spat out a mouthful of saliva from above, raining it down against her forehead and that still perfect red hair from through the bars. Then he snarled, following it up with another kick to the side of her new wrought iron home.

- - - -​

Though he could not read minds, Jeremy had a feeling the evening hadn't gone the way his new female had envisioned either. But she'd said she wanted another chance, did she? She wouldn't get it that night. He had to establish himself. More than that, his balls fucking ached. So after shutting her in her cage and storming out of the room he left Karris alone, slamming the bedroom door, leaving her locked up for the rest of the night.

At some point, quietly, he must have slipped back into the room though, because when she awoke the next morning she would find the door of her cage slightly ajar and the padlock hanging from one of the bars. Taped was a note - she could read, couldn't she? She was of a high enough breeding, he assumed.


I am giving you a second chance. I will not be giving you a third.
Bathe yourself. Dress yourself. Prepare breakfast for the two of us. I am off today and will be sleeping in. Bring it to my room when you have done everything and wake me in as appreciative a manner as you can muster.

I am not opposed to taking your collar off. I am also not opposed to making your life a personal hell.
Do not forget what will happen if you try running away.


Two closed boxes were set across from Karris' now-open cage. The smaller, on top, was a simple make-up kit. The deeper box on the bottom was one of the two outfits her new master had picked out while purchasing her, the 'Bunny Bikini': a rather skimpy pink triangle bikini with white trim, a puffy white tail on the bottoms, white fishnet stockings, white lace gloves, pink stiletto heels, and a white bunny ears headband.

There was an awful lot of trust invested in her that morning, from the moment she awoke. How their master/slave relationship would progress from here was entirely up to her.

 

[Vivid Fizz]

For a long, long while Karris cried. No one had ever spat on her before! Her sore and battered bum resting high in the air while the rest of her lay flat on the plastic. Thank God he had not turned his strikes lower. That would have been the icing on the fucking cake. This was not at all what she wanted. What she wanted was her old home back with doting and loving parents, with people who knew the worth of a good woman.

Finally her crying died down. The pain still throbbed but it wasn’t so terrible, at least not as terrible as before and she was able to shift her sore and abused body into a position that was more comfortable. That time in the cage had given time to think. She was sure that she never wanted that to happen again. Her perfect, porcelain skin now was marred on her perfectly pert bottom. Vanity, it would seem, was going to be the thing keeping her in line. After all, it was not uncommon for slaves to shown off and if she was going to be shown off, she would rather look her best.

Sleep came that night. It was easy to pass out on an empty stomach and pain ridden limbs. When she woke up every part of her body was screaming at her. How dare she lay down on such a hard surface! At least the slave company had pillows and blankets and soft carpeting for them to sleep on. Karris had forgotten that she was in a cage and went to sit up, smacking her head against the bars.

“Ouch!” she muttered as she made her way towards the open door. He must have seen the error of his ways. Beautiful girls needed to be cherished. However she found that wasn’t the case when she read the note left for her. A frown tugged at the corners of her mouth. This game was already starting to wear thin on her but at least it was tasks only like showering, dressing… and cooking. Never before in her entire life had she needed to cook for someone. Being Daddy’s favorite little girl meant that did not have to learn the menial tasks of lower born females. Why, he was even lining her up to have further education at a university. Cooking was beneath her.

“As is all of it,” she sighed as she attempted to stand. At first her legs wouldn’t allow it. They were weak and trembled. The welts on her butt throbbed and ached; her entire hind end looked like one gigantic bruise. “Damn it! I swear, if he hits me one more time…”

Even though he wasn’t around she dare not finish that sentence. That collar was still around her neck and the barbs still bit until the flesh there. How she hated the thing! Soon. Soon she would get this off. Her attention was then diverted to the boxes. One housed makeup of various colors and quality and she was impressed with it. The other… the other was not as pleasing. Not by half.

“Is he serious?” she whispered as she lifted the bottoms out of the box by its fluffy, ridiculous tail. A smile actually crossed her face as she studied the tacky ensemble and a harsh laugh came from her lips as she pulled out the ears, placing them gingerly on her head. “This is so stupid! I am going to have to talk to him about this. Dear God, I hope I don’t have a kitty outfit in one of these boxes…”

After examining everything she went about her duties. A nice long shower was followed by a nice, long session of her blow drying her hair and putting on makeup. That was followed by a nice big chunk of time mocking herself in the mirror as she looked at the bunny outfit. Her tits were spilling out of it and her ass cheeks hung out the bottom of the panties. Despite her sour mood she tried to make the best of her situation and to laugh at herself. It was important in times like these.

Making breakfast on the other hand was a pain. Bacon and eggs… the meat was slimy and, once the eggs got cracked, they were slimy too. When everything was said and done she had quite the interesting meal. She frowned down at the burnt meat and runny whites and bit her lip. This was going to be a disaster. She groaned and shook her head, moving to make the toast which, too, managed to become burnt. Well, she thought to herself as she put everything on a tray and picked it up, he wanted her to be the one to cook. It was his own fault that he made her do it.

On wobbly legs she made her way to his room, finding it by a trial and error. “Um? Guy?” she asked as she came in through the door. “I made breakfast for you like you asked. Are you up yet? Hey, I guess I’m sorry for last night. Um… yeah…”

What else could she say?