Ichigo's Merchant Slave Diary Chapter 15, a bleach fanfic

September 16th, 2007

6:45am

I did manage another hour of sleep. I'm not sure how as my mind is still racing. I'm in no hurry to have any kind of sex. I'm still very nervous about this whole thing and I've not spent a lot of time thinking about any actual sex acts.

Believe it or not, the thing I am most looking forward to at the moment is just feeling her body. I want to grab those tits while she isn't lying face-down on the table. I want to fondle that ass. Just through her clothes for now. Seeing her naked for the first time is one of the milestones. No need to rush it.

I put together a set of video files that I had downloaded in the past. My thought is to show them to her as examples of what happens to the girls I have trained. I want to show her that cooperative slaves have a nice life, while trouble makers end up in torture movies or something. I'm not sure yet if I will use them or not. I will play it by ear.

Time to go see how she is doing.

September 16th, 2007

9:22am

By the time I got downstairs, I decided to wait on the videos. I don't want her to have any hopes or any feeling that she is cooperating of her own free will. I will probably use the videos at some point, but I think it will take away from the excitement of breaking her.

I unlocked both doors very quietly. When I walked in, she was still in the same position and asleep. I have no idea how she managed to fall asleep in that position, with a burning ass, and knowing she was a captive, but she did.

I shook her lightly to wake her up. She stirred but was very groggy. Her hair was a tangled mess in the front. She apparently had cried quite a bit. Once she woke up enough to remember where she was, she started lightly weeping and asking "Why are you doing this to me?" I didn't answer, but held a bottle of water with a straw in it up to her mouth. She drank almost the whole 16oz bottle.

I then said "I'm going to put a collar on you, attach it to a chain on the ceiling, and untie you from the table. If you try to fight me or escape, you will find out about level two punishment. There are 3 locked doors between you and the outside world. You cannot escape. Do you understand?"

She meekly squeaked out a "Yes" and put her face back down in the hole in the table.

I put one of Kon's old dog collars around her neck and attached a chain to it. I really did not plan this part out very well. There is no way to lock the chain to the collar. It's just one of those kind where you move the lever with your thumb to open it. I need to secure her and go out today and get some things.

I asked her if she had to use the restroom and she nodded her head, so I walked her to the bathroom door and gave her enough slack to go in by herself and pee. I want to save the humiliation of me watching her pee for another time.

She was in there for a minute or two when I got impatient and told her to hurry up. As she opened the door, I noticed that there was very little slack in the chain. Suddenly she burst through the door and swung the end of the chain at me, aiming for my head but hitting me on the neck. She tried to kick at me, presumably aiming for my balls, but her foot deflected off of my right thigh. She was a mad woman, kicking, scratching and screaming wildly. Luckily, I'm a very strong and subduing her was not too much of a problem. Fuck, I'm so stupid. This could have been a disaster. If she could have somehow disabled me, she could have taken the bottom door key out of my pocket and eventually found the hidden upper door key. I have got to be more careful. What a great "Professional Sex Slave Trainer" I am!

I decided I have to go out now and get some things to better secure her. I tied her back up on the massage table because I know that will hold her. I used an extra couple pieces of rope and a few more knots here and there. I will be gone for a few hours and want to make extra sure she is secure.

"You really fucked up. I was trying to be nice about this. It could have gone so much easier for you." I said.

"Fuck you, you bastard!" she yelled, "My brother-in-law knows where I went! They will find me and you will fucking die in fucking prison you fucking pervert!". I knew she was bluffing, but I was glad she was showing some spirit again.

I replied "I am going upstairs to treat these scratches you gave me. When I come back, you will learn the hard way that trying to injure me in any way is the worst possible infraction of the rules. In that one act, you have broken three rules: resisting me, trying to escape, and physically injuring me. It will not be pleasant for you. Today you will find out what real pain is like."

The look on her face was priceless, as I could tell she was terrified, but still trying to be defiant. "Go to hell you fucking pervert!" she choked out while trying not to sob.

With Slut secured, I am going to do some shopping.

September 16th, 2007

1:30pm

I just got back from the hardware store, and an adult book store that also sells sex toys. I don't want to spend the time listing everything I bought, but I spent over $700.

I'm going to try to catch a few hours of sleep. The nervousness is starting to fade a bit now.

September 16th, 2007

7:15pm

I managed a few hours of sleep and then went downstairs. She seemed to be half awake and half out of it. When I walked in, she popped her head up and started to try to make a deal with me.

"Listen, I know what you want. It doesn't have to be like this. Untie me and I'll do what you want. Promise you'll let me go and I will have sex with you. I'll make you feel really good, then I'll go home and no one has to know this ever happened."

I walked up to her and stroked her hair, looking down at her with a mixture of pity and disappointment on my face, saying "It's too late for that now. You had your chance for this to be easy, and you chose to make it hard on yourself."

"Please, I know how to make you feel good. I will do anything you want, I'll fuck you all night long if you want, just please let me go! She begged.

"Too late" I said, as I slipped a ball gag over her mouth.

She was trying to scream and started thrashing around again.

"Your first punishment is for resisting me. This is what happens when you try to fight me, refuse to obey an order, or hesitate too long in obeying an order." I said, as I grabbed a 4 foot long, 1/2" wooden dowel rod I had bought at the hardware store.

She could not see what I was doing and was still screaming and thrashing.

I decided her ass was probably still tender from the paddling and decided to go for the back of her thighs.

Whack! Her whole body tightened up and she let out a blood curdling scream that was loud even with the ball gag in her mouth.

Whack!

"This is what happens when you resist me!"

Whack!

"Is this what you want! Does this feel good?!"

Whack!

"You will instantly obey my every command, won't you?!"

She frantically starting nodding her head and screaming, I assume she was trying to say "Yes". I had already decided that disobedience was punishable by 10 lashes so I gave her three more in rapid succession.

Whack!

I waited a few seconds and then pulled the ball gag down so she could speak.

"Oh God, please stop. Please...Oh God it hurts."

"Do you understand why you were punished?"

"Yes, please...God...no more!"

I put the ball gag back on and said "That is your punishment for simple disobedience: Ten lashes."

"Unfortunately, you also tried to escape. You must be punished for that as well. The best punishment for attempting to escape is to prevent you from trying it again for a while."

With that, I grabbed a small foot stool, about a 18" tall and put it under her knees so she was kneeling on it. I then took some rope and tied it tightly around the bottom of the footstool and up around her calves so she could not move her legs and her feet were dangling off the end of the footstool.

After removing her shoes but leaving her socks on, I said "This is your punishment for trying to escape." I then took a length of garden hose about two feet long and whacked her left foot with the hose, right at the ball of her foot, just below the toes. To say she screamed again is an understatement. Feet are very sensitive. I'm sure this pain was much more intense than the paddling or the caning.

I wanted to get this over with quickly so I hit the left foot 4 more times, at different places. I wanted her feet sore enough that she would have some trouble walking for a day or so, but not permanently injure her.

I waited about 30 seconds for her to calm down a bit, then I started on the right foot. I gave the right foot the same five lashes, in roughly the same places.

I had to take a piss so I left her there for a few minutes. When I came back she was still crying, but not quite so hysterically. I again lowered the ball gag so she could speak.

"Please..please... god... please...I'm sorry! I'll do whatever you ask. I will not try to escape again. I swear! Please don't hit me any more! Please... god..." and she started crying again.

At this point I was actually feeling a bit sorry for her, but I have to carry out all of her punishment. She has to learn what her place is and what the consequences of her actions are. I hope this is the last time I have to do this, but it must be done.

I told her I was going to move her and that if she resisted, she would get more of what she just had. She probably thought it was over at this point, but she was mistaken.

I secured both of her hands with two of the four pairs of handcuffs I had bought at the adult book store. I then locked light chains to the handcuffs and ran them to two of the rings in the ceiling. I untied her and told her to stand up. She slowly stood up as I was taking up the slack in the chains.

"Step over here!" I ordered. She complied but walked softly and slowly because her feet were very sore. It appears as though I used about the right amount of force on her feet.

"Raise your arms!" She did as she was told, but only raised her arms to about shoulder height. "Over your head!" I demanded. She looked at me with a look of "Oh God, what now?" on her face, but slowly raised her arms above her head.

I pulled the chain all the way through the ring until her hands were all the way above her head, then pulled them even more, forcing her to stand on her toes. She was still fully clothed except for her shoes, and still had the ball gag in her mouth.

This was what I was looking forward to; exploring her body.

I walked behind her and got close to her ear and said "You are mine now." She let out a whimper as I grabbed her ass. I squeezed her ass cheeks and it felt wonderful. I had not felt a firm ass like that in so long. "This is my ass now." I said as I continued to fondle it. I slowly worked my way up her sides and under her tits. "These are my tits now." I said as I cupped her magnificent tits in my hands. They were just a little less than a handful, just like I prefer them. I played with her tits for a few more minutes and worked my way down her stomach. Just feeling her firm body even through her clothes and bra was worth everything up to this point, and worth the risks I was taking. You have no idea how many times I've seen these firm young girls and only been able to fantasize about what they felt like.

I then worked my hands back around to her ass again and fondled it for a minute or so and then started working my way down to her thighs. I ran my hands along the back of her thighs and then to the inner thigh area. As I cupped her vagina in one of my hands I whispered in her ear "This is my pussy now." She let out another whimper and squirmed a bit. I think she had to pee again. It had been many hours since the bathroom incident.

I had my fill of fondling her for now and lowered the ball gag. "Please, I'll do what you want. Please let my arms down and I'll do whatever you want. They are hurting, please let my arms down."

I replaced the ball gag and replied, "I will let your arms down in a few minutes, but I think you may have forgotten that we still have to deal with you injuring me. I have six scratches, two of them fairly deep. I cannot let this go unpunished." upon hearing this, she started crying again, begging and pleading but I could not understand what she was saying.

I just stood there in front of her for a few moments, letting her wonder what was going to happen. I then reached for my belt buckle and started to slowly unbuckle it. The look on her face was one of confusion. I imagine she was thinking "Was he going to rape me now? Why is he undoing his belt?"

I unbuckled my belt and pulled the belt off. As I doubled it over, the look on her face changed to one of fear. She now knew what was going to happen.

"I really do not enjoy this" I lied, "but you have given me no choice. You hurt me and that is the worst possible offense against your master. I hope I never have to do this again, but that will be up to you."

I walked around to stand behind her as she was still begging and pleading. I started on her ass. I lost count of how many lashes she got on her ass and up and down the back of her legs, probably about 10. I was careful not to hit her hard enough to leave any permanent marks. She was kicking around the whole time, so I waited a few seconds between each lash for her to get back on her toes.

I then said "This will stop when you say 'I am your whore slave and I will instantly obey your every command.'" I knew she couldn't say it with the ball gag on but she wasn't ready yet.

I walked around to face her directly and started on the front of her thighs and hips. After about 10 lashes in the front, I gave her a minute to settle down and again said "This will stop when you say 'I am your whore slave and I will instantly obey your every command.'" and I lowered the ball gag.

"Oh god, please stop!... You're killing me!" she screamed.

"That's not what you were supposed to say." I said as I replaced the ball gag. And walked behind her again. This time I targeted her back and shoulders. I gave her at least 12 lashes and then walked back around to face her. She was mostly limp and just hanging there.

"You have one chance to get this right: say 'I am your whore slave and I will instantly obey your every command.'" and I lowered the ball gag.

She said something but it was barely audible. I started to put the ball gag back on and she really perked up and said very loudly "I am your whore slave and I will instantly obey your every command! Please stop! Please!"

I decided she had endured enough for now. I looked at the her and noticed there was a small wet spot in her crotch, like she had let out a bit of pee during her beating. This brought to mind that scene from the movie "Last House on the Left" and gave me an idea.

"Ok, slave" I said, "This is your first test. Piss your pants!" She looked at me like I was crazy and I think she didn't understand what I meant. I then raised the belt and whipped her on the thighs three times yelling a word with each lash "Piss!... Your!... Pants!"

She looked up towards the ceiling, then closed her eyes and had a completely humiliated look on her face. Her chin was quivering trying to hold back tears and I could tell she was concentrating, trying to pee. Finally after about 10 seconds, a wet spot started to appear. She must have really had to go as it made a huge wet spot down the front of both legs of her jeans and got the floor wet as well.

I guess I should have thought this through a little more. I now have her hanging there in wet, smelly jeans and piss on the rug that I forgot to pull up. But, man, that look on her face was worth it. She was no longer a spoiled brat flaunting her body. She was on her way to being broken. She's not there yet, but well on her way.

I went around behind her and looked at the size of her jeans and shirt, then lowered the chains a bit so she could sit down on the floor. "Stay right there until I return." I said as I walked back upstairs.

I'm going to the department store to get her some clothes. I guess I should also pick up some girl products, but I don't really know what all she will need yet.