1 To the centre
(M/f, Abd, NC, ChastityB, Pony, Abuse)
By Kray Kray20@lycos.com
"Your business, of course, but let me insist. She's not ready yet!".
They were completely careless of the poor Sonya, far from their feet less than
half meter.
A steel chain linked between her black leather collar and the eyebolt on the
floor was constricting her there, on her knees. But she wasn't caring about it
in that moment. Nor the pony-girl outfit which was humbling whole he body was a
trouble anymore. Even the terrifying slobbering interest of the principal's
snarling dog had wiped off from her mind along those few endless seconds.
Few seconds in which the light of hope just bleached deep inside her heart while
seeing a familiar face for the first time in three months, had suddenly thrown
away as soon as she heard him friendly speaking with the slave driver who have
had so great care about her along those last months of hysteria.
What's happening? She would surely exclaimed if the pitiful red ball-gag wasn't
preventing her in breaking the silence rule, so that sparing her the umpteenth
painful punishment.
Her fine body was all over still carrying on the signs of the closer of them,
while the most part of the older of them had faded down by the weeks.
Starting from the first hours of her arrival her torturer had forgiven her
nothing. Every slight fault had been punished promptly, even before she was
still aware that such rules were existing.
Seeing him has to have reawakened in Sonya's mind the dozed hope of an escape
from that awful place in which, she has learned, only pain and degradation have
room.
But just a tick later that feeble expectation has turned in disbelief and
renewed desperation.
He was one of them!
And which was his relationship with her capturers?
The worst one, of course!
But why? She has always been very kind with him. She never provoked or offended
him! She always reserved him broad welcome smiles, and she never missed greeting
him at his arrivals and departs from her coffee-bar, always elegantly avoiding
at all of fooling in him.
And now! Now she was discovering that is him the real cause of that craziness.
"Let me train her properly. A slave needs to be broke. You prevented me even
from having her to fuck!" "She's yours, ok, but training has to be training, not
a picnic! You wonted her fully pierced, and this is ok, but piercings are done
still to hung weights, but no! Because you wanted to be the only one to torture
her nipples and her pussy! Hence now she doesn't know anything about sexual
behaviour toward a Master" "I only could slip her up some trifle anal plugs in
order to make her to bring the pony-girl tail, and those idiot special designed
kind of love-ball you gave me for her! What's the mean of it just you know it!"
"You are definitively unsuited to be a slave owner!".
In that moment the principal's dog had the opportunity to approach closer to
her, so close that its hot breath was hitting her face, which she just bowed in
retrieved fear and self-protection.
<Hah! You are too fervent! You want her!> He replied him while he was
switching between the beautiful shiny black animal and Sonya, and ignoring the
dog menaces he begun stroking her belted head in reassurance.
"Yes, it's truth! I like her. Even my dog wants her. I'm having to keep her
enough distant from it in order to have it performing its duties with the other
slaves. When it smell her scent it goes crazy... Very often I've been about to
release it and let it have your slave. She gets something strange... give her to
me!".
<Naah, she's mine because I carefully chosen her, not for chance! I had a lot
of risks in kidnapping her and in travelling her here... And these three months
of wait have been enough, now I want her!>.
While he was speaking with the centre trainer, he was sensing a sort of slight
unconscious stiffness in Sonya head under his hand. It would be a comprehensive
reaction from someone who discovers the responsible of such a plight, but isn't
a suitable attitude for a slave toward his Master... Had perhaps the principal
right about her training?
<And moreover, her sexual preparation is well away. Those 'idiot special
love-ball' she has brought along these three months are studied in the way to
compel her womb performing the Kegel's exercise all the day long... and just a
little even during the night, isn't, little slave?> He stroked harder her
head in scoffing, worsening so that her disbelief, and eventually he even
escaped a mocking laugh <The battery-pack I asked you to keep always
charged> and which she was still carrying over, well fastened to her
pony-girl suit <supplies an electronic circuit which releases unpleasant
high-voltage/low-current electric discharges if the subject refuses clasping the
vaginal muscles during the planned periods...> he escaped anew to laugh
<The poor Sonya had to pull that naughty metal sphere up and down a couple of
centimetres along her love canal all the day and still a half hour into the
night, stimulating herself endlessly and improving her sexuality at the most...
without any kind relief, I hope... Yea?>.
"That's all we needed! A training without real training but full of orgasms! I
personally checked she was always prevented to come at all! This is not a
vacancy place for slaves!"
"So, look at me. I've a proposal for you..." <We already had an agreement you
have to honour it!>.
"I'm making you a proposal! My reputation has never been matter of discussions!
Do not dare to offend me this way more over!"
<I listen to you.>
"I grant you your bill for her sojourn at the centre, and I twice it cash, and
you may choose another slave among those still unassigned. You may even decide
to gain it hereafter if at present there wouldn't be any one suitable for your
tastes... But I swear you that in this period I have such beauties in my stalls
that in less than one hour you'll step out of here carrying a stunning
mannequin, throughout trained and subjugated and craving for having sex... any
kind of sex, with you".
<Mhmm. You are tickling me! I admit it!> in that exact instant Sonya's
neck had a sudden froze, her head had completely stiffened under his caresses:
He wickedly did a step backward, and again that snorting black muzzle kept back
damping Sonya's cheek.
A desperate scared wine against a terrifying snarl. No escape no options! If she
was remained there, that monster would surely have his monstrous beast
performing monstrousness over her like he already does with the other slaves and
for sure it would be still worse with her!
This time was the principal who drew back his dog by the strong leash. And this
time the little creature immediately threw toward her Master as the only right
place into the world.
"My dog wants her so sturdily that I would have to leave her into its kennel at
least for the next month... She would have a lot of fun, believe me! And don't
worry for her, it never bite who gave it what it wanted".
All signs of resistance were disappeared. At his feet there was a slave
harnessed in black leather, chained knelt on the floor, with her arms harshly
constricted behind her back, with her head trapped into a leather grid which was
forcing a rubber ball between her jaws, who's vagina was still hiding and
necessarily cuddling a metal sphere, beat along three months, who, unworried of
having eventually found the real responsible of her present plight, was moaning
and rubbing herself like a pet toward his legs in the desperate attempt to be
accepted as his slave.
<Sonya, Sonya... Now you know who I am. Are you sure having estimated what I
expect from you if I decide to keep you with me?>. Yes, yes, yes yes, she
only could nod her cheek and her black hair against his trouser, wining and
weeping. <It won't be simple thing to satisfy me, with a dog you would simply
have to widen your knees!> He was still mocking her, but she was too scared
to get aware of it.
<Remember, Sonya, you wont find any animal to accomplish to my mansion, but
your life under me will be however so hard... are you sure to be ready to
completely present your being to me?>... !!!!
<I'm sorry, principal, but it seems that I just found a different agreement
with my brand new slave: I will demand her more and more, and she will comply
with me promptly and fervently... Isn't, slave?> Yes, yes, yes, yes,
yeeeeees! She was almost scratching her cheek against his leg.
"SHIT !. So... pay your debt and bring her out of here! And remember... You may
bring back her here whenever you want, but it will be the last time: next time
she will enter into the centre I will never let her go. An this is my last
word!".
<C'mon, Sonya! Let's go to see your new home... But don't be sad... Your
beloved dog will wait for you: you could be back under its cares when you
want!>
By Kray
... Any comment of yours would be really appreciated ...
Kray20@lycos.com
