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The Enslaving of anna

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

It's been two years now since pang's collaring. Who would have guessed that the situation would have taken the nasty turn that it did. But such is life.

pang turned out to be a most satisfactory slave. Nothing complicated about the girl. she has a low threshold for pain yet endures torture beautifully and without complaint. Even severe punishment. Cries easily, too, and prettily. she's so cute when she's sniffling, trying to hold back her tears. Another strong point in her favor is that she's unfailingly obsequious to me and to all males. There's not a trace of smoldering resentment in this obedience as there is in girls who grow up in this culture where the notion that females and males are equal is pushed as though it were a natural truth. In nature, of course, no such equality exists. The culture from which this girl comes is still close to the natural order where the male dominates completely. she has never experienced or even imagined equality with men. Quite the contrary, she was raised as the property of her father, trained to accept his word as law and to serve him. she was taught that in time he would chose another suitable male for her to mate and serve. This is how she understands life: that the purpose of women is to serve men. It's a condition of de facto slavery which is all she has ever known and which she accepts not only as normal, but desirable. In her mind, I am the male her father chose and she willingly accepts whatever service, discipline, pain and humiliation I see fit to demand of her.

On the other hand, over the same two years anna became a problem. I had expected that her joy in slavery and status as head slave would be enough to overcome her natural resentment of pang's arrival in our household and in my bed, but that did not happen. As time went on, she became increasingly prone to hurt feelings every time I choose pang over her for any purpose — to attend dinner invitations, to play with in the dungeon, to fuck, anything. This shouldn't have bothered me, of course. What the hell should I care if a slave's feelings are hurt? Yet her inner sorrow cast a pall over my own feelings. My love for anna was real, yet I had also come to love pang, who, unlike anna, was perfectly content to share me with her sister slave. anna needed the discipline of a strong Master to be happy but had increasing difficulty rejecting that all-too-familiar and irrational human trait: jealousy. she yearned to hoard my love all to herself.

It was a problem I could ignore simply by remaining firm in my role as Master, until that disastrous day when I discovered she had contracted genital herpes. It was my fault entirely. I had loaned her to a friend at the Iron Collar club for a night. He told me he planned to screw her as she hung in a sling in his back yard. What he didn't tell me was that he had also invited a couple of his pals to join him in a gang bang. Unfortunately, one of them was not wearing a condom and infected anna. Much as I loved her and although she was entirely blameless for her new condition, from that point on our relationship was profoundly changed. The first eruption of a sore on her labia had effectively put an end to any coitus between us. She was allowed to give me hand and blow jobs, but I simply could not bring myself to insert my cock or tongue into that sweet sheath where I had spent so many joyful hours. I could not even keep an erection at the thought of it. Naturally, she was crushed at my rejection of her sexual needs, but, try as I might, I could not get past my revulsion of her infection. I absolutely could not take the chance of contracting herpes myself. It would mean I would forever be condemned to wearing condoms to avoid passing it on to my other slaves and those of my friends, and I can't stand condoms!

At about the same time, Logan made me an offer I couldn't refuse. He'd been farting around on the international dating web sites again and found a girl in Russia he just couldn't resist. He actually went over to Belgorod, outside Moscow, to meet her and talked her into coming back with him to be his slave. To help finance this endeavor he decided to sell tatyana, the girl he had brought over from Ukraine a few years earlier after seducing her into signing a slavery contract. He had treated tatyana harshly ever since she arrived and she was overjoyed to have a new, more reasonable Master. So overjoyed, in fact, that she agreed to a lifetime contract with me that includes no safe words, stipulations or other modifying crap. Logan's asking price was outrageous, but the girl is incredibly beautiful and a sexual live wire. Like anna and pang, she signed the contract in her own blood. she is now my property, utterly submissive, ever willing to pleasure me with her body or absorb punishment, never failing to thank me for it and ask politely for more. I'm not the sadist Logan is, but then he's not as imaginative as I am. tatyana enjoys my kind of orderly and dependable discipline and has not been disappointed with her life in my household.

All my slaves have acknowledged in their contracts that I have the discretion of selling them if I choose. I did consider selling anna when it became obvious she was unhappy in her new sexless role. And I could have fetched a good price for her. She was, after all, still young, supremely beautiful and well trained. My friends knew of her condition damaged goods so she was of little value locally, but there is always a lucrative demand for beautiful young white women in the East European, African and Asian slave markets. Venereal disease is not an issue for bordello owners catering to blue-collar workers looking for a cheap fuck. However, I simply could not bring myself to do that to anna. Bad enough that she was now a pariah in my bed.

In an attempt to compensate, I increased my attentions and affections in other ways. I let her service me with her mouth nearly every day and used the fucking machine on her frequently during our dungeon sessions, making sure she enjoyed multiple orgasms. I let my friends fuck her (protected by condoms) whenever they wished and made sure she was well stimulated in the process. I emphasized her total charge of the household and as mistress over pang and tatyana with permission to treat them as she wished, providing she did not put them at risk of contracting her herpes. None of this eased her internal suffering, however. she never complained aloud, but her journal was filled with long passages of anguish at her fall from sexual grace. her writing wept with self-loathing at her diseased body.

Finally the day came when she could tolerate the situation no longer. she handled it in a way that was typically and charmingly anna.

"Are you planning on selling this slave?" she asked one night during a session of open conversation hour in the living room. (I had trained all my slaves at this point to refer to themselves only in the third person — as "this slave" — to emphasize their status as property rather than free beings.)

"No. Why? Would you like me to?"

"No, no! Please, Master. This slave wants to serve no one but you. But she knows you think of her as unclean."

"You are unclean, anna," I responded softly, "but you're not responsible for that. you were simply obeying orders, as you always do. And I commend you for that."

"This slave loves her Master but is terribly unhappy that he will no longer make love to her, even with a condom. This slave misses his body inside hers and will do anything her Master requires to win him back. No matter how painful."

"I know you would. I love you for that, anna, and I always will. But I cannot risk the possibility of catching the disease you now carry."

"Please forgive this slave for her impertinence, Master, but may she point out that there are times when she is free of any lesions and it would be safe for you to enter her? And there are condoms. Others have used this slave safely, with your permission, while wearing condoms."

"Yes, I know there are times when you are not infectious, but there are also times when you are infectious and don't realize it. As to condoms, I refuse to wear one. I don't need to. I have pang's and tatyana's cunts at my disposal whenever I feel the desire for pussy. I choose not to risk venturing into yours. I'm sorry, anna, but that's the way it is. I love you. You are my most valuable and prized possession, but I simply cannot make love to you in that way any more."

"Then, Master, with your permission this slave has one last favor to ask of you."

she waited, eyes down, unwilling to proceed without specific approval.

"Very well, anna. What is it? you may tell me."

"This slave wishes her life to end."

"What?"

"This slave begs of you, dear Master, to allow her to offer you one last gift. This slave offers you her life."

"What are you talking about? I already own your life."

"This slave deeply appreciates being your property and begs that you prove the love that you just expressed by allowing her to honor you with the sacrifice of her life."

"You're asking me to let you commit suicide?"

"No, Master. This slave is begging her Master to use his property for his own pleasure in such a way that her life ends as a final measure of her devotion to him."

"You want me to snuff you?"

anna slid off the chair in which she had been sitting and crawled over to me on her hands and knees. Removing my shoes and socks, she proceeded to lavish my feet with kisses.

"Dearest Master," she said between kisses, "this slave begs and pleads with you to do her that honor. she begs that you make it as entertaining as you wish so that you will remember the occasion with pleasure. This slave asks that you spare her no horror or torment that it may please you to impose, only that you are there with her when you bring her existence to an end."

"You really wish to die?"

"Please, please, please, Master! This slave begs you with all her heart. This slave cannot bear the thought to continuing to live this way, never again feeling her beloved Master within her, loving her with his manhood, filling her with his seed. Please allow her this one last glorious way to show her love for him! Please!"

"You want me to kill you."

"Oh yes, Master! In whatever way you wish!"

By now she had unzipped me and was licking and kissing the very member to which she had just referred.

"No matter how terrible? No matter how unbearable and excruciating?"

"In any way that pleases you, Master. Any way at all!"

"What if I were to crucify you? Whip you to a bloody pulp, nail you up on a cross and let you die slowly in tremendous agony?"

"This slave will thank you for letting her suffer and will die happily, as long as it pleases you."

"What if I decide to burn you at the stake? Or boil you alive in a pot?"

"Anything you may do to this slave that would amuse you as she dies will honor her. Even if you chose to cook her alive and eat her. Even if you choose to stake her to the ground, smear her with her own blood, stuff her vagina with honey and leave her for wild animals and insects to devour. Whatever way pleases you, dear Master, is the way this slave wishes to die."

It was an astonishing request. My sweet anna had certainly become a problem, but snuffing her was not a solution I had ever considered. And I certainly had not expected that her inner anguish was so great that she would make so extreme an offer. But as my gorge rose in response to the fevered activity of her mouth and tongue, I blurted out the only answer that would speak to both our problems.

"Very well, anna. I will grant your request."

God help me!


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