The Slave Girl Marcus’s Slave

Marcus and I had a very strained relationship.

We had never really been friends, but our families were for a while until…Something happened, I’m not really sure what. Like so many family feuds the participant’s had long ago forgotten the origin. But over the years the fight had changed in way, since no one wanted to risk a murder charge the war was no long fought with guns and knives but now was more… passive aggressive, so to say. Since both our families owned large companies the fight was now on a business level. My father tried doing a little corporate espionage in order to get the upper hand but sadly was caught in the act and a massive lawsuit came our way. One that we had next to no chance of winning. But as grim as it looked salvation came in the form of two settlement offers. One was to pay a ludicrous payment that was sure to bankrupt the company, the other…

“I won’t do it.” I said, trying to sound firm about it.

“Honey, I know it’s hard, but you have to do it for the good of the family.” My father said, truly pleading with me.

“But daddy, don’t you have any integrity? You’d do this to your own daughter?”

“It might not be so bad, maybe they’ll treat you nicely.”

“Maybe? Of course they won’t. No matter what, I will not become Marcus’s slave!”

That was when my father lost his patients. He had never hit me before, so the slap was a huge shock. “Listen, you think I want to do this? Because I don’t. But it’s either this or were done for. Now don’t be selfish and just do it!”

I fought against it, but my father was nothing if not resilient. I gave in, feeling a little sick at thought but I didn’t really have a choice.

I received a letter in the mail a few days later, containing some paperwork along with some instructions as to what to do. Following them, I stood outside my house in nothing but a bra and panties, blushing and feeling glad my house was in the middle of a forested area. After a while a car pulled up, and I realized it was a slave transport vehicle. That really drove home what was happening to me, and I had to resist the urge to cry.

A man came out the back of the truck and, without saying anything, took my arm and led me inside. As soon as the car started moving he got to work, blindfolding me, binding my hands and putting a collar around my neck. Once he was done I was pushed into a corner and told to stay still and quite. I felt scared the whole ride, I realized I was helpless and that if this man wanted to he could tear my panties off and fuck me silly. As I thought more about it I began to think it was inevitable since, as a slave, there was nothing I could do about it.

The truck finally pulled over and I felt the man clip something on my collar. To my humiliation I realized it was a leash. I lead outside, my bear feet hurt as I walked on the gravel driveway. I was relieved when we went inside and I no longer had to endure the gravel. I was lead down a set of stairs into what I thought was a basement. The floor was cold stone, and I hoped that this isn’t where I was going to be held from now on.

After a bit of walking the man untied my hands, took one and bound it again to a pole. He did the same with my other hand, so now my arms were spread out across two poles. After that, the man pulled out some cutting tool and, to my horror, started cutting off my bra and panties, leaving me naked. With another job well done he left. I had no way of keeping track of time, I don’t know how long I was actually left hanging there. Felt like forever until Marcus showed up.

I was simultaneously wanting and dreading this moment. Wanting it because I wasn’t sure how much longer I could want without going insane, but also dreading because I wasn’t sure what this moment would bring.

I was still wearing the blindfold, so I couldn’t actually see him. But I still had no doubt that it was him. Something about the triumphant way his steps sounded made me sure. The first thing he did was circle around me and grab my ass. I gasped, unaccustomed to the sudden invasion.

“What’s wrong?” What little doubt I had about Marcus’s identity was now completely gone. I would know that voice anywhere. “Aren’t you glad to see your master?”

Trying to stay calm, I replied. “Would be, if I could actually see you.”

He laughed. “Fair enough, I suppose.” He pulled the blindfold off, granting me my sight again. He was still behind me, so I still couldn’t see Marcus. I could however finally get a good look at the room I was in. It was a barren room, with stone floor and walls and confirmed my earlier suspicion that this was the basement. I could see the narrow staircase that I came down from ahead, which I just realized I would be the first thing anyone see’s coming down. I’m sure Marcus did that on purpose. There were three doors next to each other on my right, on my left the wall had nothing on but a couple of windows, which were the only source of light, making the room very dim.

Marcus’s hand’s circled around my torso, taking my breasts in hand and playing with them. “I know we have something of a nasty history together, but I hope we can leave all that behind us. I want you to know that even though you are my slave now, you can still trust me. I like to think that the master slave relationship is one that built on trust, wouldn’t you say?”

“I… guess…” I trailed off. Despite is soothing words, I highly doubted that Marcus intentions were that noble, but I was too scared to disagree with him.

“You sound unsure, let me prove it too you.” Marcus then untied me. I turn around to face him, ready to follow, but then he slapped me. “What are you doing?” he said harshly.

“I… I want to follow you. You said were going to prove something.” I stammered.

“Stupid whore, your master just freed you from your binds, you should crawl and thank me.”

Scared, I immediately dropped to all fours. “I’m sorry I upset you, and thank you for untying me.” I was still on edge after saying that, and those words didn’t seem like enough. I don’t know why I did it, but possibly because I was at eye level with shoes, I leaned forward and kissed them.

I blushed like never before when I his laugh. “I didn’t expect that one. I guess this means you’re just naturally submissive. That’s good, you’ll make a great slave.”

Still blushing, I followed Marcus as he opened the door on the right. I was still crawling, pretty uncomfortably since I was feeling stiff from tied for so long. Also the floor was not kind to my bear skin.

“This is your bathroom. I expect you to shower every day and shave when you need to. That’s all I really want from you as far as day to day routines go. Just keep your legs shaved and hair smooth, I like my sluts presentable.” I nodded while I sat at Marcus’s feet, observing the shower stall in the corner and the toilet on the opposite side. The place came equipped with shampoos, body washes and shaving equipment, it seemed like Marcus has given me everything I need to comply with his requests.

Next we went through the middle door, my “bedroom”, which was a complete joke. It was tiny for one, probably about five by five feet, it was most likely a storage closet at some point. There was no bed, instead there were two blankets, one to spread onto the floor and another I could cover myself with, along with one pillow. There was literally nothing else in the room, we moved on quickly.

The next room terrified me. I had been expecting something like this, but to actually see it was very nerve racking.

“This is what I like to call the fun room.” Marcus said with a huge smile. Along the walls there were a bunch of racks, all having varies whips and paddles hanging from them. The room was the biggest of the three, and in the middle of it were varies machines that could restrain me in many uncomfortable ways. I had had butterflies in my stomach all day, and they were going nuts now.

“What do say we have some fun now?” Marcus said, taking me by my collar and dragging around. He took a pair of handcuff off the wall and cuffed my hands behind my back. He then pulled a hook down from the ceiling and attached it to the cuffs, forcing my bound hands above my head.

“Now… What to start with?” Marcus said, his fingers trailing over the whips. “What do you think? What should I use on you?”

I started to shake, tears were already building up and I hadn’t even been hit yet. “I… I don’t know…” my voice shook as I replied.

“OK then, we’ll just have to try everything!” He pulled off the cat ‘o tails and, with little mercy, struck my ass with it. I howled, I didn’t even know I could be that loud until then.

“Wow that was nice! Let’s see how well you can take the riding crop!” He pulled the crop off the wall and hit me with it just as hard. It hurt so much worse, having that same amount of force concentrated was unbearable.

Marcus went on like that for a while, pulling his torture tools off the wall to use on me seemed to entertain him, and since he had so many tools it didn’t seem like he was ever going to run out.

But, thankfully run out he did. I was sobbing mess like never before, and Marcus stood above me, like a conqueror who had finally succeeded in his conquest. He walked over to me and lifted my chin to look me in the eye. “I know it’s hard, but I have to do this in order for you to learn your place as quickly as possible. I bet you’re really getting into the slave mentality now, right?”

I hated to admit it, but he was right. The beating I just took was just the tip of the iceberg, and if I wasn’t Marcus’s submissive little slut from now on it would only get worse. Defeated, I had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Marcus laughed. “Good, we’re off to a good start. But just to make sure you really understand…” he unhooked my handcuffs from the ceiling, allowing me to collapse onto the ground. “Show me your ass.”

I turned myself over onto my stomach, than stuck my bruised ass up into the air. Marcus walked away from a second then came back. I could feel him parting my ass checks and inserting something into my ass hole.

Unprepared for the penetration I gasped, and Marcus let out an impatient grunt. “It’s just a butt plug, shut up and take it.”

He didn’t lube it at all, so it defiantly hurt going in. Still, I obeyed and remained silent. When he was done with the plug he put a dildo up my cunt, making me feel full and uncomfortable. To top it all off, a chastity belt to keep it all in place.

“There.” Marcus said, sounding satisfied with his handy work. “Now you’re starting to look like a proper slave, all bruised up and stuffed. Don’t worry about how odd it feels, soon it will be as natural as breathing. Speaking of which…” Marcus got a mischiefs gleam in his eye as he pulled his cock out of his pants. “A slave should be put to its proper use, don’t you think? Come on, let’s put that mouth of your to the test.”

I leaned in and obeyed, taking his cock into my mouth to the best of my ability. As I crouched there, at Marcus’s feet with his penis touching the back of my throat, I began to realize how ludicrous this situation has become. Just last week, Marcus and I were equals in status and wealth, both from respectable families that had been competing with one another for decades. And yet despite all that it hadn’t taken much to reduce me to nothing but a mere slave, a creature with no right to comfort and who’s solo purpose in life is to bring someone else pleasure at the cost of my own. The thought alone was agonizing, my helplessness even more so.

I worked Marcus’s cock to a slow build, I could tell he was getting close to cumming. Before he did he pulled out of me, spraying his cum all over my breasts. I looked down in disgust, unable to believe what Marcus had just done.

All he did was laugh at my expression. “Come on now, you filthy slut. That’s your master’s cum on you, you should be wearing it like a badge of honour.” He turned around and pulled something else off the wall. It was a gag, and one of the most evil looking ones I had ever seen. On one side it was flat, on the other, a huge dildo jutted out of it. I hoped that end wasn’t going in my mouth. “Anyway, I’m pretty much done with you, so I guess I should plug up that last hole before I leave you alone.” He took me by my hair, held me still as he inserted the dildo into my mouth. I gagged on it as it went in, but he paid no attention to it, just kept shoving it in deeper until it was in all the way, then buckled it in place.

Marcus then dragged me to my so-called “bedroom”. As he was about to close the door and leave me in total darkness, he just couldn’t resist one more insult. “By the way, I hope you’re not hungry because that gag isn’t coming off for another day or two.” He howled with laughter as he closed and locked the door, leaving me naked with all my holes filled, covered in cum and, right on cue, my stomach started to growl.


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