It was late night, long past midnight when Amanda dropped Elaine off at her new home. Amanda had driven Elaine from Mark's ranch near Elko to Las Vegas where Roy lived. Roy: her new owner. Roy: who had kidnapped her, raped her and let four other men and two women use her, too. Roy: who had killed two men who were trying to take her away. He was the mysterious younger man who had gotten her to sign her life to him, to become his sex toy.
Elaine sipped on the last of her soda. Amanda had insisted on getting some burgers on the way and Elaine was grateful to have the food in her stomach. Last night Roy, Sam, Mark and Amanda had all fucked her: they had fucked her mouth, pussy and ass and everything still hurt. She was still weak and spent physically and mentally from the ordeal. When she closed her eyes she could feel the cocks in her throat, a hard shaft pounding away at her sore ass. The cheeseburger had hit the spot, she felt a little stronger and even though the pain killers Amanda had given her had long since worn off, she hurt less. Elaine supposed she should get used to it, she doubted that that would be the last time Roy shared her body with other people.
Amanda had taken them through a dark neighborhood where most of the houses had never been started. There were lots, street signs and even fire hydrants but only a smattering of houses. Amanda had gone on a rant about the crash of the housing market and how it had screwed up her deal, but Elaine tuned her out. She had bigger things to worry about than Amanda's real estate deal gone bad.
Elaine fingered the collar she still wore from last night, it reminded her that she was an owned thing now, property rather than a person. Somehow she thought that the entire world should be different. She knew she was. Elaine was not the same person who had gotten off the bus in Goldwash to meet Amanda for what she hoped was going to be a weekend of rough, passionate sex with her former roommate. Elaine obsessed over little fine points, like did her life change when she got on the motorcycle with Roy or did it really only change when he raped her tied to the picnic table? What was the moment her new life began? And it was a new life; she had signed herself away, she had become Roy's slave, and even if there was no way he could enforce it (but she believed him when he said there was), her willingness to sign the papers signaled a new chapter in her life. She had been willing to give up everything she was and had accomplished to become the property of this man.
Why? She took a deep breath, held it and let it out. She knew why. She did it because he made her feel like no one had ever made her feel before. She enjoyed a level of sexual awareness and fulfillment that a few days ago she had not dreamed possible. Roy satisfied all her carnal desires that had gnawed at her, un-sated, for her entire life. He filled in the missing pieces. Elaine did not really need to be loved and cherished now, she needed to be fucked hard and used roughly. She needed her body to be desired and her wishes ignored if needed to meet that desire. She had no family; they were all dead or out of the country, so there was no one to stop her or impede her from making this change. The only real contact she had was Amanda and Amanda was ready to sell her as a slave to another man. She had no real career to give up, she had been a freelance graphic designer. She had been good at it, not great, and with all of her contracts finished no one would miss her. Maybe someone would contact for another job, but when they did not hear back they would find someone else.
Elaine Galway was a slave; she had always been a slave she just had not realized it. She belonged to Roy Barnhardt now, and she hoped he would be a good owner. She hoped her life with him would give her what she had been missing.
Finally, Amanda pulled into a driveway and stopped.
"This is it," the redhead told Elaine, "you get out here and I head back to Elko."
One light was on in the lowest floor of the house.
"Are you sure this is it?" Elaine asked.
"Sure. Now kiss me then get out," Amanda ordered.
Elaine leaned over and kissed Amanda, her tongue briefly caressing her former roommate and lover's. Then she took a deep breath, unbuckled her seat belt, and opened the door.
"It was nice to see you again, Red," Elaine said as she got out.
"I'll miss you, Laney. Good luck," Amanda said to her. "Find me if you ever need help. You're going to be a great slave."
As soon as Elaine closed the door Amanda backed out of the driveway and headed back east. Elaine stood for a moment in the driveway, enjoying the quiet of the night for a moment. She hoped it was the right place, otherwise she was showing up wearing a short skirt, a blouse with the buttons torn off, no underwear and a locked collar.
Elaine was thirty years old, 5'2" tall and her Irish heritage showed through in her slender build; she weighed maybe 110 pounds. She had small, sensitive, firm breasts, long legs with gorgeous, silky thighs, narrow hips and a firm, beautiful ass. Elaine had a pale, almost milky complexion with a little color from spending time outside, and a few large freckles here and there that seemed like dark stars on a white sky. Her hair was straight and dark blonde and fell to the middle of her back. She had big, beautiful blue eyes that seemed to draw in even the most casual glance. Her eyes also seemed to display her naturally shy disposition; in them one could see her ready to run like a frightened deer.
She could run now. There was no one holding her here right now, she was all alone. She could start walking away, down the hill. Someone would give her a ride into town, she could get away. No one would tie her up and fuck her, no one would hold her down while they pounded her ass as she screamed. If she went through that door into that house she would be a sex toy, the man who had kidnapped her and violated her would be able to do anything he wanted to her for as long as he wanted.
The night was quiet. She was tired, nothing made sense. Yet the more she thought about her time with Roy the more he made sense, what he did to her made sense. Too much to think about. She had made her choice already, she knew it. She took a step forward, then another. As she reached the downstairs door, it opened before she had a chance to knock. Elaine was blinded by the light pouring out.
"Come in, Elaine," a female voice with a German accent told her. "I've been waiting for you."
Elaine stepped in and blinked until her eyes adjusted to the light.
"Good evening, slave, I am Anna," the woman said, "but you will address me as 'ma'am'". Elaine could see her now. She was blonde with her hair tied up in a night cap. Elaine guessed she was about forty years old and took good care of herself. She was not beautiful, but would be considered handsome. There was a certain precision to her that was apparent.
