Sex Slave

"Better. On this front, we will work." He rubbed his hand over her moist head. "How crazy that the power of words should make you feel even more embarrassed than your silly posture on the ground. Your cunt is in plain view. Your filthy, hairy, tiny twat cunt is right there in front of you. I'm looking at it, cunt. Most likely, it is as dry as a bone. Is that the case, Martha? Is your cunt completely devoid of moisture? Cunt, please tell me that your cunt is as dry as a bone."

A little sob. As she struggled to catch her breath, Richard swung the cane about in the air "I really have no idea! Please don't ask me, I have no idea! I have no idea what it is that you desire!" The impact of the bamboo on her body caused her to scream.

Richard, completely oblivious to her crying, replied "You are not aware of this. That makes sense. I'll tell you." After turning around, he straddled Martha's back and positioned himself so that he was facing her posterior. She struggled to breathe beneath his weight. He reached below her and shoved his stout finger into her pussy while doing so. Martha sobbed and made many attempts to break free of her bonds, but she was unable to do so.

"As I had anticipated. Dry. Poor tiny Jessica, she's so anxious. That is the name that we ought to give you. Girl, I have a lot of information that I need to share with you. It is considered impolite to be dry in front of your master, which is one of the many reasons. However, given that you are a first-year student, we will overlook this infraction. You are going to learn how to get wet from Steven. To a far greater extent his responsibility. I–" He stopped for effect. "–will make it such that the lesson is understood by everybody." As soon as he got up, Martha let out a sigh of relief since the burden he had been placing on her was gone. She wanted to move; to draw her legs in and get away from it all.

"Today is going to be the first day of your training. I am going to educate you on the experience of pain. You probably believe that you have a low tolerance for a lot of things. I'm going to show you that it is possible for you to. But before we get into it, Steven is going to educate you on pleasure." Richard left without saying another word to Martha or so much as glancing in her direction. She gave thanks to God in her mind.

After what seemed like an eternity but was really just a few minutes, Martha finally heard, "Hello, sweet one. Unfortunately, Richard was not blown away by what he saw." As Steven entered the room, beaming, Martha had the sudden realization that, in comparison to Richard, she was genuinely happy to see Steven. This came as a bit of a shock to her. He seemed to be quite busy, but after a few minutes, to everyone's amazement, he started taking the shackles off of her feet! She dared not glance around, but she could feel him undoing the clasp on the leg chain that was holding her legs together. After that, he turned back and unfastened his grip on her wrists. Martha still didn't dare to move. The scorch scars left by the cane served as a constant reminder to her to maintain her composure. After being gently moved over by Steven, Martha became aware that both of her limbs had fallen asleep.

After placing a cushioned pallet made of cotton bedding next to her, he rolled her onto the cotton bedding. She remained still as he slowly massaged her legs and arms, which stimulated a pleasant tingling sensation but ultimately brought much-needed comfort. "Now, Martha, pay close attention to this. I'm going to break down a few things for you right now. A few things that can make it simpler for you to adjust to life in this location. Richard insists that I don't have to explain anything to the toys, but in my experience, doing so makes the transition much smoother.

"To begin, as you may have already surmised, Richard is in charge of everything around here. It's not quite accurate to say that I work for him. You might say that I am a part of him. The same amount as you do, even if you aren't aware of it just yet. I am his man, and you are his plaything." Steven smiled broadly, his eyes glittering, a very little blush appearing on his cheeks. Martha looked at him in a bewildered manner as she peered at him.

"He's homosexual, idiot," Steven muttered to himself in exasperation. Martha seemed to be in shock, her deeply held Christian beliefs having been deeply wounded. "Oh, stop," Steven said in an annoyed tone. "Don't worry, I enjoy females. I simply happen to enjoy guys too, and after you figure out how Steven does things, you'll find out that he's really very fascinating. Martha, if you would just let go of this entire offended religious kick, you would find that you have an incredible amount of potential for enjoyment.

"But, in any case, let's get to the point. Richard is attracted to boys, especially those who do not have hair. He enjoys having fun with females, but they are not on his romantic radar. You were chosen in part because your tits aren't too large than average. He finds it intolerable when older women's large, sagging breasts come in the way of everything. Once we get you into better condition, we see a lot of promise in you, despite the fact that you are on the heavier side. He appreciates a large ass. However, the first thing that has to be done is to remove all of this hair off you. You should leave your hair on your head since he enjoys pulling it out while he is tormenting you." Martha bit her lips as she stifled a little sigh that came out of her mouth while it was open.

"However, the remainder of it needs to be removed. I'm going to get you something to eat, and after that, we'll go to the restroom together. The sole reason I'm going to use warm water is because I think it will help us get a closer shave. Do not delude yourself into thinking that you have already earned yourself some trouble because you have not. Now, all you have to do is take it easy, and I'll be right here in a moment. Today is day one of your diet."

As he exited the room, he was humming a song and acting as if he had not a concern in the world. He had just abducted a lady and was preparing to hold her hostage, but he was singing the whole time! She was even more terrified by the easygoing manner in which he confided in her; his cavalier attitude was unnerving in light of the situation. At least Richard was able to fulfill the role of the antagonist as she had anticipated. What exactly was she supposed to think of Steven?

When Martha closed her eyes, thoughts of her parents, who must have been beyond themselves with worry over her disappearance, and of Evan, her sweet Evan, prompted her to cry once again. She cleaned her nose with the palm of her hand, and after that she curled up into the fetal position with her eyes securely shut. After waiting a few minutes, Steven eventually came back with a cup of soup along with some carrot sticks. Martha appreciatively sipped the hot beverage and munched on the sticks at the same time. After she had finished, she was nearly as hungry as she had been before. "Have you had enough?" Steven grinned at her.