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What?

That was Cassie’s first thought when she was conscious again. It was closely followed by What the Hell?

She was hanging in the air, suspended by a hook in a ceiling abover her, and her wrists were tightly tied together. Looking up at them, she blinked. It was that damned tie! God, why couldn’t she just look and not touch things.

Well…she thought. No one would expect the simple act of touching a discarded tie on a walk home would end up like this! It was when a breeze hit her that she realized things were even worse. She was naked and bond and hanging from a ceiling.

“There she is, finally.” A gruff man’s voice spoke from behind her.

“Hmm…redhead…wonder if…” A second man’s voice sounded amused and creepy.

Cassie knew well what he was wondering. There wasn’t a thing she could do to stop him from finding out. The sound of footsteps grew closer and she cringed but it did no good. She was bare to the world and, more importantly, to these two males.

A tall, lanky man in a dirty canvas jacket or long robe came into view. “She touched the tie that binds. Funny how it works so well.”

“Master puts a curiosity charm on it so they notice it only if they are a certain type.” A much shorter and uglier man came into view. He wore a black leather patch over one eye. A horrible scar bisected where the patch covered and went from his nose to the front of his ear.

Type? She wondered. What type?

The shorter man’s eyes leered as he looked closely at her. “Well, she is a real redhead after all. Master will be pleased.” He snorted and spat out a disgusting glob on the floor under her dangling feet. Her ankles were bound just as tightly.

The shorter one approached with his hand outstretched to…touch her. She whimpered.

“Leave her, Dawes. No touching like that, you know the rules.” The taller one, the leader commanded.

“I just wanted to see…bah…nevermind.” Dawes turned from her. “But we can…indoctrinate her, right, Tom?”

Tom made a disgusted sighing noise. “Yes, I suppose it’s true but do it now before I have to go. I’m not leaving you alone with her.

Cassie could have kissed him but no, that wasn’t right because Tom still kept her naked and bound! Still…he was trying to protect her somewhat.

“Thank you, Sir.” She murmured at him.

Tom looked up at her. “She speaks. Nice accent. Must come from that place called…what was it? Brittle?”

“Britain?” She asked.

“That’s it!” Tom clapped his hands together once. “That true, Slave?”

He’d called her slave…capitalized like a title. Oh God, she shivered. This was human trafficking. She was to be a sex slave? “It is, Sir.” She went with it since it seemed to please him for her to act submissive.

His grin was not a pleasant one. “Don’t try to fool old Tom, Slave. No one is going to believe you came from Earth ready for the collar. It just doesn’t happen like that.”

THHHWIPPP!!

Cassie cried out in shock and pain as a stinging line of burning heat seared her across her bottom cheeks.

“That’s for trying to fool us.” Dawes laughed from behind her.

“I’m sorry!” She bleated.

THHHWIPPP!! THHHWIPPP!!

Dawes struck her again and again. She moaned and began to cry. “Why?” She blubbered.

“For lying to us. You ain’t sorry, little Slave Slut.” He tapped her bottom with the soft cane or switch he was using.

She flinched and cried out even though nothing had really happened.

Dawes loved it. “Oh ho! Learning to be better already.”

“Enough for now, Dawes.” Tom told him.

Dawes muttered but stopped.

“Slave. That is your name now, regardless of what it was in your old world. You are not there anymore. You are here on a mirror of your world. A world that went a very different way from yours.” He laughed and approached her.

She held very still since she was quite aware of Dawes just wanting an excuse to whip her again.

“Here, if a man wants to touch, he touches.” Tom ran a palm up her thigh and she whimpered softly.

His hand kept going up until he softly pet her short pubic hairs. Cassie tried to jerk away but it only earned her another stroke.

THHHWIPPP!!

“Now apologize for trying to flinch, Slave.” Tom told her.

“I…I…”

THHHWIPPP!! THHHWIPPP!!

“I’M SORRY, SIR! SO SORRY, PLEASE, NO MORE WHIPPING?” She squealed and then sobbed. She felt so helpless, so bound, so vulnerable.

“There…you can feel it now. I see it. I’ve watched that transformation hundreds of times now. You realize you are helpless and have no hope other than to do as you’re told, right?” Tom asked. His fingers brushed against her clit and she moaned once more but a little softer now.

“Mmm…as I told Dawes…the tie calls to the type. What type? The type who when they truly realize they are bound and at the mercy of men, men who have not been indoctrinated to apologize for being men then these types begin to…enjoy it.” His voice almost caressed her now.

She shook her head. “No…no…that’s not me.”

THHHWIPPP!!

“That’s not me, Sir.” He corrected her.

She sobbed once more but whispered, “That’s not me, Sir.”

“Better.” He smiled. “Good Slave.” He tickled her clit now and she writhed a little. Her body began to betray her. That had to be it. It couldn’t be she…she…saw the raw look in his eyes as he touched her intimately and with full command of her.

“You have two choices, Little Slave Slut.” He didn’t stop teasing her. “You can either fight us and we’ll change from the switch to the whip until you’re either broken or obedient. Do you doubt my resolve?”

She looked into his eyes and shook her head. “No, Sir.”

He nodded. “Very good. Let me guess…you say you like sex but it’s never been really good yet. Your men on your world ask…permission or worry about being too rough or to…masculine. Deep inside you want them to smack you ass as they fuck you hard, true? Don’t try to lie to me.”

She bit her lower lip. It was frightening how well he summed up her sex life. Her partners had either been selfish twats who got what they wanted and just left her on her own or worried so much about her feelings that it made her sick of them.

His eyes were waiting and she felt Dawes getting ready with the switch. “Yes, Sir. I’ve…I’ve asked them to do that before.”

“And they do…sort of…but not how you mean. Not a love tap, and not just one smack either. You want to be spanked hard into an orgasm as you are fucked into the mattress.” He now ran his wet finger up and down her labia.

“Mmmhmm….Sir.” She murmured. It was all true…so painfully or not painfully enough true.

“Hand me the switch, Dawes.” Tom commanded.

“But…Tom…” Dawes began to whine.

“Do I need to say it again?” Tom’s voice took on a tone that made Cassie’s blood turn to ice water. It was a voice used to being obeyed.

“No, Sir.” Dawes whispered and she saw a long, black leather rod past to Tom.

“We’re going to do a little experiement. It’s part of your indoctrination.” He moved around to her side very close to her hip. His right hand kept teasing her. The left hand held the switch.

She began to tremble.

“You know what’s coming, don’t you?” He asked. “Slave always answers a question…always and always with full truth.”

“Yes, Sir. I think I do.” She told him.

“Tell me.” He commanded in that tone again.

“I…I think you will use your finger to…to…to fuck me as you also switch my bottom. You want to test my…my body’s reaction, Sir.” She answered.

“Mmmhmm. Now I could start with the switch but I’ll start with the finger, IF you beg me to fuck you and do it right now.” He eyed her.

She hesitated but then blurted. “Please, Sir…fuck me with your finger?”

His finger penetrated and she gasped.

THHHWIPPP!!

The switch bit her ass and she moved further onto his finger which made it go deeper.

“Beg again.” He commanded.

She did so in a hoarse whisper and he introduced a second finger into her and she moaned this time then gasped at the stroke of the switch.

Three more times he did this to her. The feelings from both sides of her body began to mingle and change until she wasn’t sure if she was enjoying the switch or the fucking more.

Damn. Damn. DAMN. She was trying to fight it but an orgasm loomed on her horizon. He must have seen it.

“A slave with NEVER…NEVER come without begging permission.” He told her.

Cassie knew he wasn’t going to stop. Why would he? His soft smile told her he was thoroughly enjoying putting her throught this. She hated it that she was enjoying being manhandled like this, too. It was as if a part of her was shouting: FINALLY!

“P-p-pleeasee, Sir. May I come?” She begged in a half-sob, half-whine.

“No.” He answered and whipped her with the switch again.

No? She’d begged like she’d been told.

“Just because you beg doesn’t mean you will get a yes. It is when the master pleases that you get to come. He may refuse you until the following day and let you stew a little while as you get more and more needy.” His thumb now rubbed her clit as the two fingers kept pumping.

“Ohhhh, Sir….pleeeeaaase?” She begged and began to truly mean it.

“Getting better, little slut. You are a slut, yes?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.” She whimpered. “Yes, just please let me come, please?”

“We both know you are wetter now than when we began, don’t we?” He asked.

She nodded.

“Words!” He shouted.

“Yes, we do, Sir. I am wetter now than at the beginning.” She admitted.

“Why?” He asked.

She had no where to hide her answer. No way to pretend it was socially unacceptable to be a slut and want to be spanked or switched as she was fucked. He’d stripped her bare of all excuses like her clothes.

“Because…I’m a slave slut, Sir. I want to be spanked or switched as I’m fucked, Sir. That’s why I’m dripping. Please, please, Sir…Master?” She begged.

His switch stroke was across her thighs which made her squeal anew.

“I am not your master. Calling the wrong man master is a grave offense. You didn’t know this time so I only whip you once. Do it again and I have Dawes get the bullwhip.” He told her.

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” She blubbered.

“Perhaps I should just leave you on the edge.” His fingers began to slow.

“Please, please, please, no, Sir? Please, finish me…let me come…let me show you I understand what I am now. Please?” She sobbed out the last word as her heart clenched around the plea.

“It is good. You may come for me. Your orgasms are not your own anymore. I own them right now but only because your master allows me to have them as I teach.” He told her.

“Yours…yes, yours…yours…” She chanted as her body shook and the orgasm took control. Her body wriggled and writhed in its bonds. The face she couldn’t move only made it rebound back and forth to instensify the feeling.

Cassie had never come like this in her life. Was this what it would be like to…to be owned…to be fucked at will…to be a sex slave?

Her eyes had closed so she was shocked once more when she began to fall. Strong arms caught her and held her to a tall, lanky body: Tom. Sir.

“I just cut you loose. I’m going to let go and you will kneel before me.” He commanded.

“Yes, Sir.” She whispered.

He let go and she slid down to the cement floor. Quickly, she moved to kneel and sit back on her heels. It just seemed natural to put her arms behind her back.

“Very good, little Slave slut.” He commented. “You already sense where you put your arms. Stick out your tits, Slave. Be proud of the pretty little mounds.”

She was almost offended but obeyed anyway.

“Knees apart so I can see that red fire between your thighs.” He chuckled.

Cassie blushed but obeyed.

“Welcome to your new home. Welcome to Neidra.” He told her.

She bowed her head and let soft tears fall as she knew there was no going back.

…to be continued…