Chapter Nineteen

She managed to achieve a comfortable position after some careful maneuvering and exhaustion finally overtook her body. The solid pain of a chain hitting her body woke her up abruptly hours later.

"Morning Bitch," Byron said. He had removed the handcuffs and yanked on the leash attached to her collar. She crawled forward. He yanked again. She started to stand and he pushed her back down by her shoulder. Then he yanked again. "Let's go, Abigor is waiting."

She refused to move. No matter how hard he pulled her and cut off her air supply. She refused to move. She watched the anger and frustration build in his face.

"Byron! Where is she?" a voice called out.

"She's being a cunt!"

The comment stung. Footsteps grew nearer and the ringleader appeared in the doorway. "What the hell?"

"Excuse me," a new voice met her ears; a cold one. She watched as a man moved past him and into her sight. He was tall, devilishly handsome, and when he smiled at her it sent a chill down her spine. His eyes appraised her. "Her name?"

"Bitch."

"Her real name, Chris?" he knitted his brows.

"Oh, sorry Abigor. It's, um… Addison."

The man nodded then he walked closer to her and took the leash from Byron. He crouched down on her level. "Poor Addison," he said, taking her face in his hand gently. "You're beautiful, we wouldn't want to ruin that pretty face would we?"

"No," she whispered.

"We don't want to hurt you… If you do as you're told, things would go down so much smoother," he said, genuine concern leaking into his voice.

"Please let me go."

"I'm sorry, hon, but I'm afraid we can't do that. It's for your own safety… and ours," he said. Then he stood up and began walking forward, tugging lightly. "Come along, Addison."

She hung her head and crawled forward; following him out of the grey cement room she had been imprisoned in for far too long. She gazed in wonder at the house she had never seen before. It was luxurious. High ceilings, natural stone flooring, expensive furniture… The place was spotless. "She will be trained to clean the house?"

"Yes," the boss, Chris, answered.

Abigor nodded, "Other chores?"

"Byron wants a blowjob upon returning from work," Dwayne said. "He says his job is stressful."

"So she'll be scheduled," more nods of agreement. "Good."

Chris added, "Cooking, I like a naked bitch cooking."

"Why are you calling her bitch?"

"Take away her identity."

Abigor shook his head. "Use her name, it will give you power over her. Strip her identity in another way. Calling her bitch does nothing. If you say her name all the time, you'll come to own it."

Chris nodded, "That's why they call you the Slave Master."

Addison gulped. Abigor nodded, "Indeed. I just need to do some tests to see where she is. And I'll give you what we discussed." He led her into the middle of the living room, where her knees scraped the stone floors. He told her to stand and she did. It had been ages since she stood and she swayed slightly before regaining her balance. He circled her. Once, twice, three times, and then slapped her ass with the whip. It made her want to scream, but she bit her lip to keep the sound in her throat. He smiled at her effort. Then he circled her again and sat the whip down on the table. He placed his hands on her chest. She backed away.

"No!" he said sharply, jerking her leash. She stopped moving.

He repeated the process, putting his hands on her chest. She didn't back away. He shook his head. She was confused, what was she supposed to do? He slid a hand down her thighs and tapped the inside of her left thigh. She eyed him. He sighed in frustration and raised his hand to run it through his hair. She reacted violently, falling to her knees and shying away, covering her face with her hands. "What did I do wrong?" she pleaded. "Please don't hit me."

At this he smiled. "Good. She knows fear. And that disobedience results in punishment," he said to Chris. To her, he said, "Stand up Addison."

She did.

"Sit down." She did. "Kneel." He ran through a list of verbal commands that she performed without hesitation. She had felt the sting of the whip once today; she did not want to feel it again. "She responds well verbally but she'll need to learn to respond to physical cues as well."

He slid his hand down to her thighs and tapped twice again, this time saying "Spread."

She understood and spread her legs slightly.

"More."

Slightly more, and slightly more. Once he had her open how he wanted her he smacked her mound with the crop. "You open this far every time, Addison," he snarled. His voice flooded her with terror. He continued his testing of her knowledge and obedience for what felt like hours. She was humiliated by the time he finished. Apparently she had strict training to undergo. Then he positioned her over the couch and ran his finger through her slit. She was wet, and he embarrassed her for it. He spread her lips and fingered her while she tried to remain limp. That was how they wanted her, docile and submissive. Then she felt his cock pressed against her hole, and then he was inside her. She tried to not squirm. He rocked back and forward at a leisurely pace. He took his time. It was more humiliating than when Chris had raped her. It was as if she let him do it, lying there passively. It hadn't even hurt. Shame filled her veins when he came inside of her. He made her lick him clean. Then she was told to sit on the floor as he retrieved a bag from the kitchen.

He set it on the couch and unzipped it, removing various things. Cuffs that matched her collar were locked onto her wrists and ankles. There were other things, but she couldn't see them. "Where is it?"

Byron nodded to the far corner of the room. She followed their gazes. A large steel cage was sitting in the corner of the room. Her breathing stopped. That was for her. It wasn't big enough for her to stand in. It looked like a large dog might fit in it comfortably.

"That's good, go ahead and put her in while we discuss business," Abigor said. Byron grabbed her leash and led her to the cage. She balked and refused to go in. He snarled at her and hit her in the face. Still she refused. Finally he grabbed the whip and snapped it in the air. Reluctantly, she crawled into her new home.

"These are commands and gestures she'll need to know and respond to immediately. You need to use these to train her to respond properly," Abigor said. Addison couldn't see what he was holding up. "They have directions."

"Do you have any specific directions for us, or suggestions?" Chris asked.

"You need to get her obedience without having to use a whip. Prospective buyers want the ones who respond immediately. Otherwise do how you see fit. As long as she's trained she'll sell." He zipped the bag shut and they walked him to the door. "Oh, and feed her. Soon."

They went upstairs when he left, leaving her alone. She shifted to the side of the cage, trying to get a better look at what was spread on the couch. Her hand clasped the bars, but she still couldn't see anything. The door opened and Dwayne walked in. She threw herself into the back of the cage. He looked over, startled. Confusion crossed his face and he walked towards her, but halfway there he noticed her gaze kept flicking to the couch. He stopped and turned, seeing what was spread out. Horror crossed his face briefly and he turned back to look at her, true pain in his eyes, but he couldn't watch her for long.

Silent tears were streaming down her cheeks.