September 19th, 2007
12:31am
As I was heading to bed, I brought up the video monitor software on the computer and put my headphones on. It was dark in the basement, but I could hear her lightly crying and sobbing.
September 19th, 2007
8:51am
I slept in again today, trying to catch up on my sleep. I checked my messages on the social site. Mila messaged me asking was I still interested in her comming out to my place. She said she was in desperate need for the money I was offering her. I told her that I could come pick her up tonight. And to plan a staying a few nights. She said she was mobile and could come to me. I almost hesitated giving her my address thinking she may have a "pimp" following her. But to be honest if she was desperate for that much money she was probably trying to run away from him anyway. Or if she was having such a hard time making money a "pimp" would have gotten rid of her a long time ago.
I thought about this more last night and I think I will definitely got for it. She just has this look about her, one of those looks certain girls have that drive you crazy like if I was a Neo-Nazi stalking out , black girls to rape. I wish I had more time to break Slut before Mila got here, but I don't want to miss this opportunity.
I told her to come to my house about 8pm, before it gets dark so she won't get lost, and that I would be there about 10pm. I told her that the front door would be open and to let herself in and to go ahead and start smoking without me. They way I figure it is that if she was high then it would be easier to overpower her. She said ok.
I have some preparation to do today and things to buy today.
September 19th, 2007
11:05pm
Mila arrived a few minutes late so I ended up being there before she got there which was for the best. Once again I didn't think out my plan and overlooked a dangerous flaw. She could have went wandering around the house seen my video equipment and noticed Slut in the basement. Or she could have robbed me. She was wearing a tank top and a blue jean mini skirt. She looked like she was there to make money. I invited her in, watching her sway her hips. She was definitely bottom heavy and I had to fight the growing erection I was getting by watching her. We sat down and started to smoke, well actually I was just going through the motions after about an hour I was ready to get this show on the road, and it went down just about the same way it did with Slut, up until I put the collar over her neck. Her reaction was much different. As I put the collar over her head, she turned around with a terrified look on her face, but made very little sound. She seemed to be petrified and put up only minimal resistance. Maybe she thought I was into some type of BDSM or maybe it was the xanax I crushed in with her juice.
Once I wrestled her to the ground, rolled her on to her stomach, and tied her hands behind her back. She was still making very little noise; no screaming, no crying, no anything. I think she was blanking out or something. I'm such a fucking amateur! I forgot the collar and chain downstairs.
I tied her feet together so she couldn't run away and went down to the basement to get the collar and chain. Slut looked at me startled because I was moving so quickly. She must have thought I was going to attack her or something.
"Sit right there." I said "Do not move from the futon. I have a surprise for you."
"Y-yes, Master." She stammered as I ran back up the stairs, leaving both doors open.
I put the collar on Mila, attached the chain and untied her feet. I jerked the chain as I told her to stand up.
"What the fuck is this" she screamed! You have to pay extra for tying me up.
I pulled on the chain, cutting off her air and grabbed the back of her neck.
"I'm not paying for ANYTHING.! Now walk towards that door!" I demanded.
She started slowly walking towards the basement door. When we got to the door, she stopped walking. I shoved her but she resisted. She did not want to go in to that basement.
I pulled the chain even harder. "Down the stairs." I said, "NOW!"
She finally started to slowly walk down the stairs, one step at a time.
When we reached the bottom of the stairs, Slut and Mila saw each other.
"Oh my God!" Mila gasped, when she saw Slut with the collar around her neck, chained to the ceiling.
Slut had a very confused look on her face, but said nothing.
"What is this! I'm not into threesomes tell me what the fuck is going on!" Mila yelled.
"You will find out soon enough." I said as I pushed her towards the massage table. I had already folded the bottom portion down earlier today.
I knocked her down on the massage table, face down. She began to struggle more throwing her ass onto my peins.
"Please... tell me what is going on! Who are you? Who is that girl?" Mila cried.
"Stay right where you are. Do not move." I said as I started to tie her arms and legs in place. I then removed the collar and chain.
I looked at Slut. She looked back at me with a confused look on her face
"I brought you a roommate, Slave" I said to Slut. She did not respond.
I walked around to the front of the table, near her head, and bent over to get close to her ear.
"Everything will be explained to you in time. For now, the only thing you need to know is that you are now a sex slave. You will be trained and then sold to the highest bidder. You will never have your old life back. Pleasing your Master is your life now. You will obey my every command, instantly and without complaint. "
She started crying. "Why are you... what?... let me go. I won't say shit to anyone. ... You!... girl... tell this motherfucker to let me go. Help me!"
I looked at Slut. She looked scared. I slowly shook my head "No" at Slut and she seemed to relax a bit.
I walked over and grabbed my paddle.
"This is your first lesson. This is what will happen if you disobey me or are slow in carrying out an order."
I lifted her skirt up and bunched it over her hips. She was wearing a red G-string. Her ass was very big almost heart shapped It looked like I could sit a glass on.
I reared back and wailed on her ass with the paddle. Whack!
She let out a single loud yelp, but there was no screaming, just a string of curse words. I watched her asscheeks ripple like waves in the ocean.
"I am your master now!"
I pulled back for a second blow, harder this time.
Whack!
"AAARRHH!" She yelped.
Her ass jiggled after each blow.
"You will obey me instantly, and without complaint!"
Whack!
"PLEASE!" she begged.
Whack!
"I want you to say 'You are my master and I will obey your every command'."
Whack!
"ARRRRHHHH! PLEASE STOP!"
"Say 'You are my master and I will obey your every command'."
Whack!
"ARRRRHHHH!"
"This will not stop until you say it!"
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
She still was not saying it and had even quit yelping, just letting out a quick, high-pitched grunt with each blow. She was a stubborn one. Which I guess I should expect for a black girl.
"Slave, hand me my rod." I said to Slut.
Slut walked over to the corner, grabbed my dowel rod and handed it to me. She slowly backed away and sat back down.
I moved to the back of her thighs.
Whack!
"AAAAAAARRRHHHH! STOOOOPPPP!" she screamed.
Whack!
"AAAAAAARRRHHHH! I'LL SAY IT! PLEASE STOP! I'LL SAY IT!".
"Good. Now say it: 'You are my master and I will obey your every command'." I demanded.
"You... you are my m-master and I will... do... obey your every... command. Now STOP HITTING MEEEE!"
Whack!
"I give the orders here, not you!" I yelled as I moved back to her ass.
I gave her three lashes in rapid succession.
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
"PLEEEASSE! I'M SORRY! I'LL SAY IT RIGHT!...PLEEEASSSEE!
"Say it!."
"You are my... master and I will do... obey your commands'."
"NO!" I screamed. I pulled her skirt back down over her ass, pulled her shirt up to her neck and moved to her back.
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
I put stripes all up and down her back. She was definitely screaming now.
"OOOHHH GOD! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE! I'LL DO WHAT YOU SAY! PLEASE!"
"This is your last chance. Say 'You are my master and I will obey your every command.'"
"You are my master and I will obey your every command!" she said, and then laid there sobbing.
"Good. You'll catch on to how things work around here. That is a good start." I gloated.
I took out my pocket knife and opened it. I made sure she could see me opening it.
I moved the knife towards her face as a look of terror came over her. As I got close to her face, I changed directions slightly and ran the knife down the back of her neck and cut away her tank top.
I ran the knife down her back, lightly scraping her with the tip.
"UUMFF, Please... Please don't hurt me!" she sobbed.
I braced the knife under her bra and with a swift motion, cut her bra off and then pulled both her bra and shirt out from under her body. Her chocolate tits were bulging out of both sides of her chest. She was way bigger than Slut,
I walked behind her and ran the blade up her left leg, up her outer thigh and over her hip. I slipped it under the band of her skirt and sliced through it, ripped it down the seam and threw it aside. She was now standing there in just her G-String.
"Master! Master! Please... Master! Don't hurt me!" she pleaded. She is catching on quickly. And I have to admit hearing the word "Master" come out of her mouth was definitely a turn on. Maybe it was because she is black.
I bent over and ran the knife up her inner thigh and slid it under the right sids of her G-String. I went slower this time, slicing upwards until I had cut through them. I discarded them and took a step back, admiring my work. She had red marks from the paddle, overlaid with many red stripes from the dowel rod.
I'm not sure what came over me at this point. I had no intention of doing what I did next. It was completely spur of the moment.
"Slave, come here." I barked at Slut. "Get on your knees and pull my cock out."
She did as she was told.
"Lubricate my cock. Put it in your mouth and get it wet. Spit all over it. Make it as slippery and as slimy as you can."
"Yes, Master." slave replied as she took my cock in to her mouth.
"Please... Master?... What are you doing!?... Master?" Mila sobbed.
"Shut up, Whore!" I yelled.
I pulled my cock out of Sluts mouth.
"Go back and sit on the futon, Slave."
I walked over to Mila, grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. She started screaming.
"NOOOOO! PLEEEEASE! MASTERRRRR!"
I aimed my dick straight for her asshole and thrust it in with one hard push.
"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screamed, louder than Slut ever had, as she jerked her head backwards. "OHHH GOOOODDDDD! PLEASE NOOOO!"
It was unbelievably tight, almost painful. I had never fucked an asshole before.
As I fucked her ass, she let out a shrill "OW!" or "ARH!" with each thrust. I was tearing her apart, but I did not see any blood.
I pumped her ass for maybe three minutes and knew I was about to come.
"Here you go, Whore!" I said, as I started spurting in to her asshole. It was one of the best orgasms I had ever had. I'm not sure if it was because of the size, the snug tightnes or just the thought of what was going on.
It felt so good that I kept pumping her well after my last spurt of come. There was a trail of brownish come dripping down her leg.
I was starting to soften up, so I pulled out. I walked around back in front of her, grabbed a handful of her, black hair and wiped my dick off with it.
"That is why you are here, Whore. You are here for my pleasure, at any time, and in any way I choose." I said.
All she could manage was a long, deep moan.
"Slave!" I said to Slut, "Clean her up as best you can with the baby wipes, but do not untie her. She will spend the night tied to this table just as you did. There is some lotion in the drawer. Rub some on her welts. Cover her up with a blanket if she wants."
I started to walk back upstairs, then turned around and said "Also Slave, start teaching her the rules."
"Whore... this girl is my #1 slave. You do as she tells you and it will go much better for you."
I locked the doors and headed upstairs. I went immediately to my computer to monitor what they were doing.
Slut was cleaning the come off of Mila's legs. It looked like Slut was talking but I couldn't hear anything. I turned the volume all the way up and I could now hear what she was saying, almost in a whisper.
"You heard what Master said. I'm #1 here. Don't even think about fucking with me. You have to do what I say. You heard him!"
Still the catty bitch, I see. Oh well. I want some tension between them. There's less chance they will work together against me if they hate each other. I will have to foster those feelings in them.
Slut kept talking to Mila as she was cleaning her up and treating her welts. Mostly she was explaining the rules; to always call me "Master", how to answer questions, not to speak unless spoken to, etc. She said all this with a slightly bitchy tone of authority.
At one point, Slut started to cry a little bit as well. She told Mila that it was hopeless. Neither of them could escape. She said she had tried once and would never try it again. She told Mila that she should accept her situation and do whatever she had to do to make me happy.
Mila didn't say a word the whole time, she just cried softly.
I'm starting to think that Slut has accepted her fate and is not trying to manipulate me anymore, but I'm not convinced yet.