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Bought at auction (lowblow emma x bimbo a la blonde)

Amber is starting to delight in the sensations she is now feeling....the feel of silky fabric barely covering her tits, her nipples protruding through the transparent cups of her new bra, her string bikini panties barely covering her pussy and the almost invisible string covering only the deepest crack of her supple tight ass. Both ends of her jiggle as she briskly returns to her Mistress but not an ounce of sag.....
Amber reluctantly gives her owner the cane, knowing how ironic is would be to hand over something she knew would be used against her. But just the opposite happens.....the cane is given back to amber, with orders to strike her owner's ass.....momentarily she halts, confused....is this what she really wants?....to be beaten?
Silently she nods, complying with the order but not understanding it. Assiting her owner, she gently puts pressure on her Lady's shoulderblades to properly bend her over the end of the couch, then oh so gently pulls down the sensuous black lace panties she just so recently put on her. The woman's skintone was a delishious tan but like ambers, her ass cheeks were alabaster and baby smooth.
Amber gave her one last kiss on each cheek before drawing back to deliver the first swats.
Her owner's cheeks jiggled as the cane made contact with the skin, leaving rosy red streaks across.....again and again she whipped those lovely cheeks, watching her Lady occasionally moving her legs with an almost unnoticeable tremble....how can she be enjoying this?.....
 
My master beats me for his pleasure. Amber is beating me for mine. Those tender kisses on my cheeks before she began took me by surprise and touched me – touched me somewhere I’ve not been aware of for a long time.
She pulls down my panties. I didn’t tell her to do that. Is she worried about damaging them or does she want to prevent them protecting me? Who knows what is going on in that pretty little head?
And then the strokes begin. The first laid sharply in delicious contrast across the remains of the tingling from her kisses. She seems hesitant at first. There is no need for her to be concerned that I cannot tolerate pain – after all, she saw me raped by that man who fucked her. No, it must be something else. She must be nervous of attacking her owner. Afraid that she will be punished for what she is doing, perhaps
But she need not be afraid of that. Her blows become harder and faster as she gains confidence. Moving around my ass so that it is covered. The aftereffects of the blows combine to give my cheeks a burning glow while each new stroke lays a sharp line of pain across it, before it too fades into the background to be replaced by another in a different place.
Her blows are so well placed that there is no need to correct her, just an occasional movement to ensure that they are spread all around. I know I am not going to cum, but this is a luxury for me to have some sustained pleasure at my command.
And then …
Was it a chance stroke or was it deliberate?
The cane moves lower and catches my pussy lips. Takes me by surprise. Makes me jump and cry out.
I brace myself for the next but it does not come. I look over my shoulder to see Amber frozen, unsure whether to continue.
I reach out and pull her face down to mine, kissing her hard on her lips, eating her mouth with mine.
Then I bend over again and wait.
 
While Amber was busy delivering blows across her owner's ass with the cane, the woman moved and she gave a smack lower than originally intended...upon hearing and seing a reaction, amber stopped, thinking 'oh shit.....right across her cunt....now I'm going to get it...'
surprisingly, instead of punishment she received a reward instead.....her captor had such wonderful, full and moist lips, just perfect for kissing. Amber felt herself almost woozy from the kiss....she wasn't a lesbian---or was she becoming one? she had no experience with the same sex, yet the kiss intoxicated her. What was she feeling?
Amber quickly took her mind off of those wonderful lips as her owner resumed the position, obviously demanding more. She did as instructed and, raising the cane, continued delivering blows......
 
She tastes good this little minx and read the kiss right, returning to deliver her blows, lower now and right across my pussy. I push my hips back and open my thighs more to expose myself as fully as I can to the thin sharp blows that sink into my lips. Occasionally, one penetrates as far as the tip of my clitoris, causing me exquisite pain and making me howl in delight. She notices and seems to target that area, hitting harder each time, seeming to delight in getting on target.
There’s a pause and I hear her moving around. The next blow comes from a different direction. She is lashing my pussy lengthways now, not sideways. With each blow the cane pushes my lips open, punishing my clit. My master has never done this to me, but then he doesn’t care for my pleasure. I begin to howl and scream. I push against each blow as it comes. Tears run down my face. Finally the orgasm breaks and I roll off the couch to land in a limp heap on the floor. Amber is standing over me, her face flushed and the cane raised.
I wonder what she will do next.
 
It seemed to Amber that the more she struck with the cane, the more her owner enjoyed the pain.
Bu, andt after a while the woman spread her legs wider, obviously indicating where she wanted the most attention and Amber was all too wiling to comply, making contact with her pussy....
after a few more blows she saw her owner tremble and tense and knew instantly what was going on----holy shit.....she was having an orgasm over it!!!!
as her owner slumpnted onto the floor, amber dropped the cane and knelt down between the woman's legs, laying her flat on her back and gently started licking and sucking, the warm nectar flowing from the woman's pussy, into amber's mouth and down her throat. Swallowing every drop that issued from that gorgeous cunt, amber slipped her tongue deep inside, fucking her with it......
 
I thought for a moment she was going to attack me with the cane again. But instead she drops to her knees and eats me out. Tongue fucking my cunt as she drinks my juices. I accept her attention for a while before grabbing her by her hair and pulling her face up and out of my crotch. Her tits dangle enticingly before me as I bend forward to kiss her again, tasting my nectar on her lips and running my tongue around her mouth. My legs wrap round her waist trapping her against me, her breasts pushing into mine. I am spent and release her pushing her away with the heel of my boot.
 
Amber feasted on her captor's pussy when suddenly amber's head is pulled out from between her legs by her hair and the woman's lips meet hers, her captive's nipples protruding from inside the transparent fabric of the bra......breasts meet breasts as she is pulled up tightly against her, the woman's legs holding the girl's body in a firm grip.....
Just as suddenly amber is rejected, pushed aside by her captor's leg....she's dying to ask what she had done wrong but remembers to be silent..
 
I get onto my knees, pull up my panties and climb onto the couch, where I lie back to recover. It’s been a long time since I’ve been the centre of such pleasure. And it’s draining. I’d forgotten how much a powerful orgasm like that can take it out of you. I just lie there, letting my body return to normal, the sensation slowly fade away until only the smarting of my ass and crotch remain. I don’t mind; it reminds me of the pleasure I have had.
As my chest stops heaving and my breasts settle, I watch Amber. Such a pretty little thing in those pink panties. There is so much I’d like to do to her, right now. But my time is not my own to enjoy. The auction is going on and my master may need me. He has not sent for me, but that is not his place. I must anticipate his need and I believe that I may have done just that.
Finally I force myself to stand.
‘Bring me my leather skirt and a clean white blouse, and put on a dress. We are going back to the auction.’
I stride through the street, setting a brisk pace and not allowing Amber to lag behind. No chain today. Is that because I trust her or is it because of my feelings for my pet? Am I deluding myself?
I take Amber in with me to see my master. Perhaps by seeing how I behave she will understand better what she should do for me.
‘How are you enjoying being a slave owner, Emma?’
‘It is a new experience for me, master. I have learnt a lot from you, but it is more difficulty that I realised.’
He smiles at the compliment.
‘And what do you think is the most important thing a slave must do, Emma?’
‘There are many things, master, and different owners want different things. For you, I believe one of the most important things is to anticipate your wishes.’
‘And what do you anticipate I want now, Emma?’
I ignore the sexual hint in his tone and carry on as I have planned on my walk here.
‘You have commented on the quality of the product at this auction, master. I have thought of a way that we might improve that. Although I could not promise that it will bring in large numbers of new slaves, it should get you some better quality and more valuable merchandise.’
‘As often, Emma, I did not realise what I wanted until you told me.’
I am not sure how to take that remark. At face value? Or as a rebuke for my presumption? Or as an acknowledgement that I manipulate him as much as he controls me? I choose to make no comment and carry on.
‘I have noticed that my slave is attractive to women and that she is skilled in sexual performance. Perhaps you would like a demonstration, master?’
He smiles, but shakes his head.
‘I will take your word for it, Emma. What do you propose?’
‘Master, I propose that we set her up as a high class lesbian prostitute. That will attract the right sort of client, whom you can take and sell.’
He is silent, thinking. I am not sure whether to interrupt, but decide to emphasise the point.
‘It would require some investment, in premises, clothes, some discreet advertising. But she would provide a steady and regular stream of produce for you.’
I wait for his answer.
 
Amber is quick to respond and goes back to the bedroom to fetch the clothing, at the same time picking out one of the new dresses her owner bought for her. It was a sapphire blue one piece sleeveless number, mid thigh length and 4" heels.....still clad in her pink bra and panties, she raised one leg of her oowner then the other, sliding up the leather skirt then zipping it behind, then , raising her owners arms up, lowered the blouse over her head and neatly in place. While the Lady was putting on finishing touches, amber slipped on her dress and heels.
Relieved that she wasn't being leashed, she nevertheless kept pace with her owner. Something is going on today, she could sense it by the urgency of the walking pace, but amber was still in the dark.
Once they finally arrived back at what amber already knew as the sex slave buildings, they went into a room, obviously an office and behind a desk was an imposing male figure...tall, lean but not skinny....judging by the conversation, amber quickly realized that the man was in fact her captor's owner. 'So,' the voice in her said remarked...'our owner is indeed a slave....'
Amber decided the best course would be to show at least some degree of passiveness and submission and slowly went to her knees, head slightly bowed. She wasn't naïve or stupid in the least---she listened to every word the two of them uttered, trying to remember as much as possible, so when the opportunity presented itself, she would make good her escape and blow the whistle on this flesh factory.
'but amber,' her inner voice continued.....'if escape is still being considered, why didn't you dl it on the way here while you were off the leash?....you sure blew a good chance....'
A good chance indeed. Why didn't she? There was no love, no passion, no warmth in the short period of time she had been with this woman so far. The only 'good' things---if you could call them that---was that by being the woman's personal slave it kept her from being treated as badly as most of the other slaves she seen before would be.....she thought of the petite raven haired girl she befriended in that cage before the woman took possession of her and wondered what happened to her. Was she forced to do tricks for foul smelling low lifes in dingy hotel rooms? did she somehow attempt an escape and simply vanished?
Amber mentally agreed with what her owner said about her being attractive to women....she never planned for it to happen or consciously 'caused' it, and up till now had never thought of members of her own sex as attractive. She always considered herself as hetero, but there was no denying what had happened recently.....she had orgasms----squirted---at the hands of a woman, and the fact that she could not deny the strange sensations she felt, and still feeling, had left her sexually confused.
'Skilled in sexual performance'?...did she really say that? god, it made her sound like she was little more than a whore, albeit an experienced one at that...the truth of the matter was that amber's own sexual experience was with the guy she dumped---god, it seemed so long ago already---and the sex they had was 'vanilla' at best. Most of the things she'd done to her owner and the other women in that club was things she seen on the internet and whispered ideas between her friends between drinks.
But again.....did that really explain things? she managed to please women and received pleasure from them, something she couldn't have achieved simply by mimicking movements she seen on a screen....'like it or not amber,' that nagging, persistant inner voice in her head continued....'you have a thing for the ladies....'
Amber brought up her head just a bit upon hearing her owner's business proposal...holy shit!....they're planning on prostituting her!!!!
 
The next few hours were spent discussing the practicalities. Amber stood patiently while we discussed her future. My master decided that we should use a nearby town for a pilot study, checking out the concept and reducing transport costs. With the planning done, he left me to sort out the details. My first detail was Amber.
‘You may not like this idea and you may be thinking of trying to escape’ I tell her. ‘If you do, you will be tracked down, captured and returned. And you will not come back to me and the cosy life you have lived so far. No, you will be sold into the sort of work from which death is the only escape for which you will pray every day. Come with me and I will show you.’
I lead her to a long room at the back of the auction site. It is full of naked girls shackled to metal rings set into the concrete floor. Prospective buyers are milling around. Poking, prodding, delving their fingers into every orifice and crevice that the girls possess. All are uncouth, dirty and disreputable. Some try to fuck the girls while the guards are distracted, but most are driven off.
These, I explain to Amber, are the buyers for the cheap brothels from the docks. The girls are allowed to sleep for 6 hours a day only. For the rest of the time they must be available for customers who pay a small fee for a few minutes with a girl. Speed and turn over are essential if the owner is to make a profit. Life expectancy is less than a year for the strongest. At busy times, allow three men to rent the same girl leaving her to service them all simultaneously as best she can.
After watching for a while I ask Amber if she would like to visit one of the brothels and perhaps sample for herself what life is like there.
 
No, the idea of setting Amber up as bait was not an enticing one. Bad enough she would be forced to play the role of a prostitute, subject to the whims and wants of strangers, but bait she would be......if she was understanding all she heard, the women she would be servicing would then be trapped, kidnapped and themselves sold into sex slavery!!!!....it was an ingenious idea, she had to admit....
Had her owner been reading her mind, or was she that transparent?....yes, of course Amber had entertained thoughts of escape, who wouldn't? this wasn't the lifestyle many would choose voluntarily....'cosy' life she said?...cosy?....she remembered her first experience with anal at the hands of this woman and the excruciating pain that went with it....the nightclub where all those drunken revelers had their way with her.....this was 'cosy'?????
She soon would discover that yes indeed, as her Mistress took her by the hand into a long rectangular room. She knew what it was, for she had been taken through here before-----it was the display room just off from the cage-like cell she had been held captive in when she first arrived.
As before, the room was filled with nude girls, all secured to the cold concrete floor with metal shackles on their ankles. 'Holy shit,' amber's inner voice exclaimed.....'there must be a couple dozen here!' There was no telling how long they had been here---from what Amber had been told, most were all freshly kidnapped one way or another and like her owner had said, they would be sold into cheap hotel slavery or prostituted on streets far from home so they wouldn't be identified. Those deemed unfit, either by degree of attractiveness or behavior would simply vanish, and there's no way of telling how many suffered that fate......
The 'batch' as her owner had called them were all recent, save for a couple near the front. A man was forcing his fingers up the cunt of a girl while another held her by her waist to keep her from moving...after they finished violating her, the girl slumped to the floor, an anguished look on her face.
It was a face Amber remembered...it was the girl she befriended while in the cage!!!!....Amber was near enough to her to hear the girl whisper......"amber....I thought.....it was you....try and get out of here please....someone....someone needs to know about us..."
Amber did her best to act as if she was ignoring her, but heard every word. But the idea of escape seemed more remote and distasteful now.....from what her owner and her Mistress's owner had described, yes she wouldn't be shackled or leashed while in those fancy, upscale hotels but she would still be a prisioner nevertheless. There would be mini cameras concealed in the rooms, both to blackmail the female 'johns' and to keep an eye on girls such as Amber, as well as men hidden in the shadows to catch any girl foolish enough to try and escape. With this and the very real threat of being returned to this room, Amber was sure many girls like herself have been in this position and many would follow. There were runaways or just women walking home from work in every city, and there would never be a shortage of captives......
Amber took the chance to speak......"please Mistress.....no....please don't take me there....."
 
I can see that Amber is affected by the sight of these girls and the knowledge of what fate has in store for them. Just to be sure, I drum my point home.
‘We are both slaves, Amber. If either of us even tried to escape, this would be our fate. It would not matter what we had done for our owners in the past. It would not matter how well we had behaved before. No owner can risk having a runaway slave. They have only scrap value and this is what that means. My owner would sell me here just as surely as I would sell you.’
I let that sink in as we walk home. I set a slow pace to give her time to think.
As the door shuts behind us, I spin and slap her hard across her face.
‘Remember that it is what your owner believes that matters. If your owner believes that you are thinking of escape then you will be punished for it. It doesn’t matter whether you were or not.’
I tear her dress off her and grab her tight by the crotch, digging my nails in, forcing those pink panties between her lips and into her dry cunt. With my other hand, I take a firm hold of her breast, twisting and pulling at her bra until the material shreds. Then I rip her panties off her, the slender string snapping in two.
With her naked now, I push her onto the couch, drop to my knees, push her thighs wide and go down on her, digging my teeth into her lips and clit. Biting hard, trying to draw blood, as my fingers circle and penetrate her ass, my nails scratching into the delicate lining. When I stand, my face is smeared with her juices and blood.
‘I did that because I wanted to. It just came into my mind so I did it. I can do that whenever I want, do whatever I like just at a whim. You are my slave and I can treat you as I wish. I can cherish you or destroy you like I have those clothes. I paid more for them than I did for you.’
I wave the tattered rags in the air and throw them into a corner.
‘That is what you are worth. Always remember that.’
Hopefully that will put an end to any thought of escape and to whatever idea that girl at the auction was trying to plant in her mind.
 
On the way back 'home', Amber thought of what she seen, the girl that she befriended reduced to little more than a heap of hamburger in the eyes of those two men. She already knew her friends fate, that she would never see her again. Her friend might eventually be found, yes----in a city morgue, another cheap whore found dead in a back alley. If the world only knew how she got into that alley, that she, like Amber, wasn't there by choice....she was kidnapped, forced into sex slavery and that there was no hope for escape.
That was the reality for her friend.....
No sooner did the door close and they were inside the house, her owner turned on her like an enraged animal, slapping her hard across the face. Amber stared at her in disbelief....what had she done wrong THIS time?.....was she mentally gifted and could read her mind?....did she somehow figure out that escape hasn't permanently left her mind?
Then just as sudden the tigress in the woman erupted, and her hands and fingers became claws, savagely ripping the girl's dress off and now doing the same to her bra and panties.....Amber was frozen in fear, too paralyzed to move as she became naked standing before her, her legs shaking....WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HER?????....
As the girl was thrown back ward onto the couch, the woman continued her attack, kicking her legs wide apart. At first Amber thought her owner was aroused more than before and was going to drive her to an orgasm, after which she would of course have to respond in kind. This was not to be.....there as no hint of sexual pleasure in the woman's actions. What was happening to the freightened little girl was more like rape,....conquest.....
despite knowing she was only to respond verbally when allowed to, Amber whimpered and screamed as her body was violated, fingers like knives cutting into her supple alabaster flesh as she felt her pussy, then her ass violated....warm fluid she knew as her own blood was appearing on the woman's fingers.....
Incredibly, there was also a trace....not much, just a trace of another fluid on the face of the woman.....while her cunt was being attacked, Amber felt a sexual rush as those same fingers used to harm her were also pumping her, just enough for evidence of arousal, brief as it was......
Amber slid off the couch and onto the floor, curled up in a fetal position and cried......the woman had finally succeeded in claiming ownership of her, not just physically, but emotionally as well. From now on, the voice in her head was silenced.....there would never be another thought of escape.....she could be left alone in a crowd, separated from her owner by miles and she wouldn't make an attempt to flee......
 
The next few days were frantic with activity. Buying clothes suitable for Amber’s role as a high class lesbian slut. Arranging transport and accommodation in the nearby town. Researching the likely places where her future clients might gather. Setting up financial arrangements, with checks built in to protect my master’s financial interests.
I began to relax with Amber, trusting that she had finally learnt that escape would be impossible and attempting to escape futile. We settled into a companionable partnership with her handling the packing for both of us, which gave her the chance to learn the contents of my wardrobe so that she could better anticipate what I would need for each occasion.
Finally, the day arrived and our transport took us off to the start of our new venture. Amber settled into a corner and seemed to doze, although I felt that, like a cat, she was always on the alert. As soon as we arrived, we checked out our accommodation. There was living accommodation, one room of which had been converted for our ‘business’ into a sumptuous bedroom with luxurious en suite bath facilities. And, most important of all, a secure dungeon where our captives could be held and a back entrance through which they could be smuggled without attracting attention.
With our tour complete and our possessions unpacked, I decided it was time to make a start.
‘We will go out this evening’ I announced ‘not to pick up a client for you, but to check out where they gather and see the sort of woman who will make the best target.’
I said nothing but waited as Amber scurried out to my bedroom returning with a suitable outfit. It was not the one I would have chosen, but it was distinctive –black leather leggings, with my favourite red thigh boots, a dazzling white blouse, and a green hat with a broad brim and a large brown feather. I noticed that she brought no underwear and wondered why. For herself, Amber had chosen a tight fitting dress that clung to her ass and tits, fitting like a second skin and leaving nothing to the imagination.
So off we went to find the local lesbians. A few discreet questions, and a couple of not so discreet ones, led us to a bar just off the main street. Even this early in the evening, there were quite a few customers. I bought us a drink each and we settled into the corner to watch the clientele. As we chatted about which would make suitable targets, Amber showed an unerring skill at picking out the lonely but cultured women who would make easy prey and command a good price.
‘Remember you are just as good as these women. Don’t let them intimidate you. They may be richer than you and better educated, but they lack many of your skills and qualities. If I were to market you, you would fetch a higher price than anyone in this bar.’
A little praise can often do wonders for a slave’s confidence. I know.
The next evening we went out to begin our marketing of Amber’s skills. It had been her idea. She would go first into a bar, not the one we had been to last night in case we were recognised, and I would come in later and pretend to pick her up, showing anyone who was interested that she was available for hire.
When I entered the bar an hour after her, I didn’t know what to expect. Would she be sitting timidly in the corner waiting to be approached? Not a good idea. Would she be mixing with a vivacious ground of happy party goers? Not a good idea either. Or would she have befriended a shy retiring creature who would be an easy first target? Ideal. If she hadn’t attracted anyone’s attention, I would pretend to pick her up. Or would she have run, taking her chance to have an hour’s head start? This would be her first real test.
 
Amber went through her owner's clothes closet carefully after she was informed fully of the details. Her Mistress was busy as well, making preperations and many were the time that the front door was either unlocked or otherwise inviting an escape, but Amber had learned her lessons the hard way.
Despite what she had planned to do originally, there was now no thought of escape....she remembered the girl she befriended back in that cage and again wondered if she would ever see her alive again....
The packing was almost exclusively her owner's, the only clothes belonging to amber was 3 skirts and dreses, a pair of 4" high heels and her bras, panties and a single lingerie set. All the rest belonged to her Lady, many leather and suede skirts, corsets, elegant one piece dresses with scalloped plunge fronts and thigh high boots, both black and red......
The majority of the details amber either wasn't invited to be a part of or simply didn't understand. She knew basically she was to be bait, posing as a high class prostitute for lesbians----which their statistics have proven to be more profitable than dealing with male clientele----then when the right girl was 'picked', she would then be whisked away, either drugged, gagged or simply snatched to a hidden room where they would be shackled and held captive until the time came to take them away....
Amber tried not to think about the fate of these women....as her owner had so bluntly put it, she too was a slave and there were few if any options, save the most remote one of being able to purchase one's own freedom, and since the man she met was the only one to set the price, there would be no chance in hell of that happening.
The first time they went out together it was to 'scout out' the area....amber wisely left her bra and panties at the house, wearing a thigh length one piece dress that looked like it was spray painted on....her nipples were practicaly visible beneath the fabric, and her tight ass was equally seen. If she was to be bait, this was the best way to do it....for someone with absolutely no sexual experience with women, amber picked up things remarkably fast, most likely aided by the fact that she was becoming more attracted to them by the day. Girls she would never had taken a second glance at or thought of as attractive began to look desireable.....sex slavery had opened a door she hadn't know exsisted....
They settled into a booth at a club known to be attended by lesbians, and after 45 minutes or so, amber discreetly nodded her head toward a brunette sitting not far from them by herself. She was attractive with brown eyes and very nice tits, with legs that seemed to go forever....by the look on her face, she was deep in thought, rarely paying attention to the women around her....
The next time they went out it was more like business, the setting of the trap. They went to a different club, again populated by lesbians and amber strutted through the room, a fruity drink in her hand. She knew her owner was somewhere lurking, watching, evaluating.....she came across a blonde sitting alone in a corner booth. She looked tall, maybe between 5'10" and 6'0, pearls and shoulderlength hair....blue eyes and a very nice figure.
"would you like some company'?" amber asked....the girl said yes and amber motioned to a waitress to refresh their drinks. Amber sized the girl up....very nice....maybe somewhere between 20 and 25...
"a beautiful lady like yourself shouldn't be all alone," amber continued, breaking the ice.....the girl nodded almost sadly, saying she just got out of a rotten relationship with a girl and in no hurry to enter into another.....amber nodded her head silently taking another sip of her drink.....she knew by now her owner had already noticed and would soon make an appearance....the trap would soon be set.....
 
My chest swelled with pride when I saw Amber sitting there. Not only was she there and not miles away in a futile bid for freedom, but she had already picked an ideal target. Picked her, too, without any sign of remorse.
A few minutes chatting to Amber’s new friend told me all I needed to know. She was alone in the world, without relatives and just out of a failed relationship. She had no wish to establish a new relationship, but she obviously needed companionship. Why else would she come to this bar? And, when I ventured to place an arm across her shoulders, I sensed from her response that beneath her rather conservative appearance she had a passionate nature. She was, I felt sure, missing not so much her recent lover as the attentions that came with that relationship.
I nodded to Amber who snuggled closer and followed my lead by touching the woman occasionally. Nothing too long or too intimate, just friendly and reassuring. At one point as I was buying more drinks, I noticed her plant a quick peck on the woman’s cheek, to which the woman responded with a spontaneous and affectionate embrace. I turned my back and dropped a tablet into one of the drinks.
Back at the table we chatted amiably, with Amber suggesting as we had rehearsed that perhaps, when we had finished our drinks, the woman might like to join us on a walk in the late evening sunshine. In the direction of our accommodation, of course. We had not gone far when she began to feel dizzy and needed a supporting arm. She welcomed our suggestion that she rest at our home until she felt better and able to continue on her way home.
So far so good. But we had to be sure that she possessed the skills to command a good price in the right market. And that was something I now felt confident to leave to Amber, just as soon as the effects of the tablet wore off.
 
Amber started practically as soon as she sat down beside the girl to take her guard down, and within the space of 15 minutes it began to have it's intended effect. The girl introduced herself as Wendy, Amber responded by a friendly little peck on the cheek, introduced herself and started chatting, the whole while gently and slowly placing her hand on the girl's right thigh. By that time her Mistress came over, amber introduced her and amber's captor placed an arm over Wendy's shoulder. Already taken off guard, Wendy made no move to shift away from either of them, as captor and slave kept her occupied with meaningless smalltalk.
Amber offered to take Wendy out to the dance floor and was thankful when the girl politely refused, saying she'd rather stay with the two of them and relax. Amber kissed the girl and she responded by sealing her lips onto amber, tongue instantly out and searching...amber responded by moving her hand up under the girl's skirt, rubbing her fingers up against the girl's panties, to which Wendy responded with a soft sigh and kissed her again. Keeping the girl's attention elsewhere, amber watched out of the corner of an eye as her captor drugged the girl's drink then offered it to her when she turned around.
After offering the girl a chance to get some air, they hadn't walked too far when Wendy started feeling the drug's effects. Before she passed out, both amber and her captor offered their house to recuperate in, to which Wendy agreed.
Once back to their new home, the two laid Wendy out on the bed. Amber took off the girl's clothes and, after taking hers off as well, laid beside the girl until she woke up.
While still a little woozy, amber welcomed the girl back to consciousness by more passionate kisses then spreading the girl's legs apart and gently licked and sucked on her labia. Wendy moaned and responded by opening her legs further, taking amber by the arms and pulling herself to her. Amber could tell by Wendy's already rock hard nipples that she was quickly becoming aroused and primed for penetration. Before long, amber knew the girl would climax and equally soon her owner would make her appearance. Would she join in and make it a threeway?, or would she keep the girl's mind off things while injecting her and whisking her off to the dungeon?....that would be up to her owner....
 
I watched Amber and Wendy through the spy hole. As an act of kindness to my slave – I know, I know, this is always a mistake – I let her finish before entering the room.
My backhand slap caught her unawares and across her right cheek, causing her to spin round and fall back onto the bed. I dragged her off the bed and into a corner.
‘Foolish girl’ I hissed. ‘What do you think you are doing? You are supposed to be finding out how good she is at servicing someone, not making love to her.’
I hadn’t chosen those words, they just came out. But hearing them spoken made me realise that maybe, just maybe, Amber felt sorry for this girl. I had to put a stop to that. I hit her again, another backhand across the opposite cheek.
‘Never feel sorry for these girls. That is a big mistake. No one feels sorry for me and no one feels sorry for you. No one cares about us, except for the services we can deliver and the value we can command on sale. If you expect to receive pity or consideration, you will be disappointed. If you show it to these girls, it will be understood as weakness and you cannot afford to show weakness. It will be your downfall.’
Obviously I was going to have to show Amber what was required.
Speaking louder now so that Wendy could hear, I ordered Amber out of the room, trusting in her good sense to watch what was going to happen.
I went across to the bed and sat beside the naked Wendy.
‘I am sorry that child has taken advantage of you like this. She is always attracted to strangers but refuses to show me any affection at all. It is like she does it to make me feel abandoned and deprived.’
I turned away as if to wipe a tear off my cheek.
‘As someone who used to be in a relationship you may understand how frustrated I get. I have tried to pleasure myself but it just doesn’t work.’
I turned back and buried my face between her breasts.
‘I need someone to help me. I get so frustrated sometimes.’
I felt Wendy’s body soften against mine and her arms reached round to hold me. I snuggled closer as she stroked my hair. I sighed quietly, letting my breath trickle between her breasts. Not wanting to hurry or pressurise her, I lay back on the bed allowing her to see my heaving breasts and long legs, spreading myself out for her to take if she wanted. She reached out tentatively and touched my breast, so I exaggerated my response with a contented purring and began to unbutton my blouse. She took the hint and I was soon stripped and luxuriating in her kisses and caresses. She took me efficiently to my orgasm and we lay in each others arms until her breathing steadied and she began to doze. Only then did I call softly for Amber.
‘She’s ideal’ I told her. ‘Let’s get her into the cellar and chained for transport.’
 
Amber watched as her captor entered the room and knew from the look on her face she wasn't pleased. Sure enough, the blows across her face verified that....still stinging from the slaps, she went out of the room and over to the same spy hole her owner had been....time to watch an expert at work and see what went wrong.
'Our owner certainly knows how to play her role,' amber's inner voice remarked, as she watched.....the way her Lady played such a sympathetic woman, coaxing just the right reaction out of Wendy both impressed and aroused her. Wendy responded by seeing the captor naked and the lovemaking quickly followed. The drug however still apparently had some effect and between it and probably sheer exhaustion after having sex with 2 girls, Wendy drifted off to sleep.
Once out, amber returned to the room and taking hold of the girl's shoulders while her Mistress grabbed her legs, they carried Wendy down into the dungeon. Amber held the girl upright against the wall while her owner grabbed hold of the shackles and quickly had Wendy with her back against the wall, her arms and ankles spread apart and secured tightly. The woman pointed to a ballgag hanging beside them on the wall by it's strap and amber grabbed it, gently stuffing it into Wendy's mouth and tightening the strap. Up until now, she had always been the recipient, not the installer, but showed no reaction. Once hey were finished, both stepped back to admire their work. For their first acquisition, both felt they did well, both in the choice of captive and the speed in which she was subdued, tested and readied for the next step.
Looking at the captured girl, gagged and her head down, amber turned to her captor and whispered..."Mistress, please forgive me for speaking without permission, but I must explain.....I was only having sex with her so you could see how she'd react at the hands of another girl....I......I wasn't doing it out of sympathy...."
Amber wondered the next time they returned to the flesh factory if she'd see Wendy again. If she did, she was certain the girl would be like the others, either in that same cell, her arms shackled to the bars or in that waiting and examination room where those other girls were chained and awaiting their final destinations.....
 
It happened so quickly that I barely had a chance to register what was going on. Some of the blame has to be mine, no doubt about that. Amber had shown that she could be trusted, but that was no reason to become complacent or to overlook the other dangers that lurked around us.
Word had spread around the lesbian bars that Amber was available for hire. The clientele had found her to be attractive and personable. Some were willing to pay for her services. Not all were suitable for our purposes, but there were sufficient for us to provide a steady flow of merchandise back to my master and those who weren’t suitable paid well. It would be suspicious if too many girls disappeared, even ones that seemed to be alone in the world, so my master had sent word to move on to another town later in the week.
Amber was leaving the bar that had proved the best for finding clients, with me following behind so as not to attract attention. She had barely got into the street when her client was pushed aside and two large rough men grabbed her and threw her into the back of a waiting van. I rushed out, but it had disappeared into the traffic before I made it onto the sidewalk.
I was frantic. I had lost Amber and the value she represented to me. But, worse, without Amber this new business would come to an end almost as soon as it had begun.
No one had seen what took place, or was willing to admit it if they had. Except the client, who was too frightened to give me any coherent descriptions that would help me find the men who had taken Amber.
There was nothing I could except to hurry back to our accommodation and try to organise our security guards to search. But where could we start in this unfamiliar town?
As I approached our door, I became aware of a bundle in the gutter. It was only when I came closer that I saw it move and realised it was Amber. She was naked, covered in filth and had obviously been badly beaten. I stared in horror as realisation dawned. No one would pay for her services in her present state. And if she was scarred, she might be no more use in this business at all.
I would have to report this to my master. We at least still had Amber, but he would not be pleased. One thing was certain: he was going to thrash me within an inch of my life. I struggled to control my bladder at the thought of what he would do to me and how this might affect my future with him, if indeed I had a future.
 
This night was proving to be very promising....Wendy had long since been taken out of the hidden dungeon and disappeared, along with the dozen that came and went after her. Amber had by now begun to think of herself only as a cog in a wheel, an intergral part of a human assembly line, a robot with no thoughts of her own. There were now no thoughts of escape, rebellion or even apprehension---her owner had made it abundantly clear what would happen if she dared to think otherwise....
Amber was walking with an attractive redhead, heading to their house with her owner close behind. The next steps were by now almost automatic, with the pretty redhead eventually ending up nude, gagged, shackled and drugged in the dungeon, awaiting her disappearance.
Suddenly a dark van appeared curbside, 2 men brutishly shoving the redhead aside and to the ground...amber tried to let out a scream, but strong hands covered her mouth and carried her through the side doors of the van as it sped off, the whole thing taking less than 40 seconds.....the redhead was lying on the pavement, her mouth open and her eyes trying to focus, unable to recall anything.....
A wadded up sock and duct tape kept amber from making a sound as the van rumbled off...she was on her belly on the floor of the van, her wrists yanked behind her and tied as the other man was busily taking off her dress...the zipper hesitated and he started tearing it to shreds.....
flipping her onto her back, the men took off her bra and ripped her panties from her trembling thighs. Now naked, one of them slapped her tits hard......"fuckin bitch," he growled, slapping her again....."saw you hanging with my girl.....fuckin cheated on me for another slut?"......the other man gave out a drunken laugh, throwing a now empty beer bottle out the window....
"you fuckin lesbos need to be taught a lesson...."....he dropped his pants and boxers...amber struggled while he mounted her, shoving his cock deep inside.....thankfully for her, his drunkenness kept him from a long lasting performance and after quickly depositing a load inside, rolled off of her, but not until he struck her across her face, almost knocking the gag from her mouth.....the van wreaked with booze and sex as the other man threw the first one a beer and flipped amber over onto her belly....she tried to scream as he raped her ass, shoving it inside enough it felt like her anal membrane was stretching.....after he was finished he took an empty bottle, threw it at her head, kicking her in the side until she passed out from the pain.....
The door opened and amber was thrown out, naked, bruised, raped and sodomized.....she rolled up against the gutter, her wrists still bound behind her back, the gag still in her mouth.....
 
The security guards carried Amber inside, freed her hands and put her into a bath. I stood by watching intently as the soapy water washed away the dirt. What was left was not a pretty sight. There were plenty of scratches visible and bruises were beginning to appear. But I was looking for something else. And there it was. To my horror, as the soap suds were rinsed away from her breasts, I saw two deep cuts, one across the edge of her nipple. They must have happened when she was thrown out of the van. And they were going to leave scars.
I knew what I had to do and there was no point delaying it. I sent Amber to bed and prepared a full report for my master. The answer was inevitable. We were to return.
The next morning I stood before my master knowing what would happen.
‘Emma, this is very unfortunate. I had hoped for better things from you.’
He was very calm, which was always bad news.
‘I have failed you, master. I acknowledge my fault and await your punishment.’
He handed me a sealed envelope.
‘Take this to the punishment mistress. In the meantime, I will consider what to do with you for the future.’
I thanked my master and took the envelope down to the basement. The smell coming up the stairs was enough to tell anyone what to expect. The smell of pain and fear. The simpering slave at the entrance smiled when he saw me.
‘Ah, Miss Emma, welcome, welcome indeed. It has been a long time since you were last here.’ He consulted his records. ‘Some years in fact. Well now, you know the drill. Leave your clothes on that chair, please.’
As I stripped, I heard him open the envelope. I knew what it contained: my identity card and the instructions to the punishment mistress.
‘Yes, now we’ll need to go through the usual formalities won’t we, Miss Emma. Your identity code, I’ll have to check that against your record card. Now let me see, where is your tattoo?’
I bent over his desk, my breasts pressing into his papers, while he took his time to check the symbols inside the cheeks of my ass. Eventually, he rose.
‘Yes, well, Miss Emma, that all seems to be in order, most satisfactory. Come with me, please.’
He led the way into the punishment cell, a small cold room with bare walls, little furniture, but plenty of hooks, chains, pulleys and the other necessary equipment that the mistress of this underground domain needed for her work.
She took the punishment card from the door slave and gave me a long look.
‘Do you remember me, sweetie?’
I nodded. I did indeed remember her. She had been part of a batch of bodybuilders I had captured a few years before. No one wanted a butch muscle-bound vixen, so my master put her to work as his punishment mistress. I was obviously not her first customer that day. The grey t-shirt and shorts that hugged her muscular frame were soaked in sweat and there were fresh stains on the floor.
‘No lasting damage, that’s what the big man says, so it’s your lucky day isn’t it, sweetie. Unless, of course, he wants you in good condition to sell on, wouldn’t do to ruin your resale price now would it.’
I ignored this mindless chatter and tried to calm my mind for what would follow. She positioned me with my feet spread and fastened my ankles to two rings in the floor. Then she attached my nipples by clips to chains that hung from the ceiling and my clit my a small clip to a third chain, adjusting the lengths so that the chains did not pull so long as I stayed upright. If I slumped, the chains would tighten and the clips would pull.
She gave me no warning of the first stroke from what felt like a thin rawhide whip. Instinctively I jumped and buckled, dragging the clips. Being unprepared, I couldn’t suppress a cry of surprise followed almost instantly by a scream of pain as the clips dug into my nipples and clit.
I lost track of time as she used whips and belts to work methodically across my back, ass and legs. Every nerve seemed to be on fire. At first, I managed to stay upright for some of the blows, but it became increasingly futile even to try. I just had to accept that the pain of the blow would be accompanied by the agony of the clips digging and dragging my tender and now raw flesh.
At last, she untied my ankles and came to stand in front of me.
‘You’re to report back upstairs, sweetie. So I just need to get these clips off and you can go.’
I didn’t see her fist coming, it was so fast that all I saw was a blur as it rammed into my stomach like a piston. I doubled over and the clips ripped off as I sank to the floor, where I slumped in a heap sobbing with relief that it was over.
My muscles ached with every movement and my clothes felt like sandpaper on my skin as I limped back up the stairs, using the walls for support. I tried to pull myself upright as I entered my master’s office and was thankful that he barely looked at the wreck that stood before him. His head was bowed over some papers on his desk.
‘I have the medical report on Amber. She will have scars. She is your slave and you must decide what to do with her. But she is no use to me anymore. Make your decision and then report back to hear what will become of you.’
I limped home to tell Amber what I had decided.
 
Amber thrashed this way and that in the bed, nightmarish visions of what happened to her so very fresh in her mind......the beatings, the sodomy, the rapings....her cunt ached while she relived what happened in her mind. She was drugged while in the van but it had long since dissipated and she now recalled everything.....of all the girls her and her owner had done away with, one of them must have been bisexual and not lesbian, and judging from what the one man was saying, the girl in question must have been his, with amber being blamed for her disappearance. He was probably right, and she knew it, but she certainly didn't think she deserved this kind of brutal revenge.
Amber got up in the morning to find her owner already gone. From what she remembered, the woman most likely had to go back to face her owner, the man that she remembered behind that desk.

Whatever she suspected and thought would happen to her was all to true, judging by the way her owner came dragging herself in later that morning. She looked almost as bad as amber did....
"Oh my god Mistress," she sobbed, running to her despite her pain and assisting her over to the bed.
She took off her clothes and boots and saw the marks left behind from her owner's punishment....every inch of her body looked damaged. Amber ran to the bathroom and kitchen, getting plastic bags and making ice packs to put on the bruises while taking warm washcloths and soap to clean the cuts.....
"Mistress," she sobbed as she worked...."I'm so sorry for what happened to you....it's all my fault...."
her tears started dropping on her Lady's skin as she continued her cleaning....
 
Owning a slave is more complicated than I had ever thought. Being one is so much easier, no decisions to make, only orders to obey, wishes to anticipate. But being an owner is demanding, requiring decisions all the time about what to do with your slave.
Right this second, that isn’t a problem. I just lie and let Amber sooth me. Her thoughtfulness and tenderness is more effective than any of the oil or creams she applies to my body. But no … I mustn’t let myself think like that, imagining she is genuinely concerned for me. She is a slave and this is her role, however she feels about me. She may be laughing inside, pleased to see me take this sort of punishment, perhaps even turned on by seeing my pain and humiliation. I have to banish all thought that she cares for me or that I care for her. Anyway, I have to focus on what matters most in this situation – me.
Why has my master not told me my fate right away? Does he want to torment me? Or is my fate going to depend on how I deal with Amber? I want to crawl to him, to beg him to let me stay as his slave, perhaps in a lesser role, maybe as some sort of personal slave for him. But I know that my pride won’t allow me to do that and that he would not be influenced by any concern for my wishes.
Suppose I keep Amber and my master sells me on, perhaps to a brothel. How could I keep her? What use would I have of her? But with the money I might make from selling her, damaged as she now is, I might be able to afford to buy my freedom. My own value has dropped dramatically in the last 24 hours, so with the small savings my master has allowed me to accumulate, I may just be able to negotiate with my master or even my new owner.
These thoughts have no sooner formed than I feel the loss. In the short time I have owned her, I have had so much pleasure from her companionship and her willingness to serve me and to service me. Some things are beyond price. Whatever my circumstances, why should I discard something that brings me so much pleasure?
My thoughts swirl in my mind until at last I make a decision.
‘Amber, get me some clean clothes. We are going to the auction to arrange for you to be sold.’
 
Amber continued to rub her owner's ravaged body, giving her soft butterfly kisses as she applied the lotion....despite what she had been warned about getting attached, despite the fact that this same woman had beaten and raped her, a sort of 'Stockholm syndrome' had developed in amber's mind and she found herself somehow becoming attached to her, emotionally as well as sexually.....
It made her all the more scared when her owner told her of the decision she just made to sell her...not only did she not want to leave her, but amber ce


rtainly didn't relish the thought of once again being gagged, stripped nude, her arms tied above her
head and prodded and poked while strangers bidded on her. Would the process be any easier on her because she was already a slave?
Amber shook her head and cried once more..."please....please Mistress....not that......"
 
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