The unnamed slave hugged the bars as Elliot fucked her, sending her into the metal. She sighed as he finished and pulled out of her, both upset that she was reduced to being fucked for food, but getting more and more frustrated that he barely got started then he was finished leaving her nothing in return.
He collar was still chained so low that it barely gave her any movement to turn and reach her tray. She had tried to wait until the man holding her got sloppy and gave her the chance to move, but the bad thing was, he didn't get sloppy and she had lost any way to see how much time had actually passed.
In fact, he had not come near her in days. She had watched him move from cell to cell, taking some slaves different places, taking some to rooms on the floor. Each of them, she saw, cooed and obeyed, doing whatever he demanded.
And she saw them rewarded, shaking from pleasure as he spoke to them.
But still, she refused. Letting the vile slob fuck her had gotten her better food, rebuilding her strength. Now she just had to wait for him to come near her.
Her opportunity came after her next meal. The slob left and she finished the food on the tray before she saw him standing at her cell with the animal leash and something that looked like metal shorts in his hand.
"Hello slave." he greeted her, his smile infuriating her. "Who am I?"
"Master." she whispered, having learned the penalty for being loud.
"That's right, slave. I am giving you a chance today to grovel for release." he told her setting the shorts down and moving toward her. She crouched until he paused. "Kneel, slave."
She stared at him for a long moment, savoring her defiance before moving to her knees, fists clenched at her sides.
"That's a good slave." he told her as he leaned down to change the chains on her neck. Once she heard the two clicks, feeling the longer chain almost immediately, she sprang toward him.
And fell screaming to the ground, her hands clawing at the collar. Just as her breath ended for a scream and she was able to take another breath, it started again and she once again screamed. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him walk away.
Sometime later her voice was hoarse from screaming, and her mind blind with pain. At this point, she would likely do anything to get it to stop.
Once he returned, and the pain in her neck ceased, she knelt and sobbed. His polished shoe came and impacted her side, sending her toppling over.
"If you leave that floor, the collar will start again. If you let out so much as a single sound, I will beat the skin from you, douse you with salt and wait for you to go mad from pain. You stupid fuck." he told her as he continued to kick her. "I can't believe you still thought you could do anything, you stupid, worthless fucking slave."
The slave struggled to keep herself on the floor despite his abuse, terrified now that he would make good on his threat. She bit her lip to keep sounds from escaping until she tasted blood.
When the assault ended he looked at her, blood smeared on her face from the wound on her lip. She sobbed silently, waiting for him to do something else.
"Who am I, you stupid fuck?"
"Master." she whispered, her hand coming to her lip to stop the blood. "My Master."
"If I hear anything else other than 'Master, yes Master, please Master' I will leave and not return for awhile. I will put you back on broth until you waste away to nothing."
"Master, yes Master, please, Master." she responded, any thought of not submitting out of her mind for some time.
"I bet you would love me to let you suck off the whole club, would you?"
"Master, yes Master, please Master." she grovelled on the floor. Her stomach rolled at the words, but she was broken for the moment.
"Stand, legs spread, hands on your head." he commanded and she rose ever so slowly, unsure if she would be shocked. When she complied he circled her. "This is present. You will never look me in the eyes unless I tell you. You will make sure I can see your breasts, cunt and ass. If not, you will be beaten until they are marked, then we will try again until I can see the marks.
"You will stand like this for as long as I demand without complaint." he explained and retrieved a long, thin cane from outside her cell. "Bend over."
When the slave didn't comply fast enough the cane sliced through the air to mark her ass. She yelped, her voice still aching from screaming and touched her toes.
"I have no time for disobedient slaves, hesitant slaves or lazy slaves." Chase told her, leaving her bent over as he walked around her looking at the female for the first time. "Present." She snapped back up, her hands flying to her head. "Better. This goes even when I am not standing here. Slaves! Down!"
The slave watched every other slave in the Dungeon stop whatever they were doing and knelt down in their cell, or Whore and Useless knelt in the training room.
"My slaves know that obedience means no pain, sometimes even reward. All of my slaves have a word for their release. It is not allowed without it. Useless, present!" he called across the Dungeon seeing the slave in position in only seconds. "My slaves know their word is as precious as their air, isn't that right, Useless?"
The slave nodded, looking in her Master's direction but not speaking. She stared toward him, but it was obvious it wasn't at him.
"My slaves know that their word can come at any time, so they are always listening, always prepared to hear it. Respond." he spoke and the unnamed slave watched as the one named Whore closed her eyes and shook, gasping. "But it might not always being theirs. Useless, kneel down." The slave sank to the ground, a look of disappointment on her face. "Since you have been a defiant fuck, you will never know a release without a word and it has to be earned.
"Whore, to me." he demanded and Nameless watched the female moved quickly to outside her cell. A device came out of his pocket and he showed it to Whore. "I have deactivated your collar Whore. Disappoint me and it will be on for days." The slave nodded she understood. "I want you to come into this pathetic hunk of flesh's cell to show her how to behave."
Whore nodded and started to take a step forward. A slight pause and she entered the space. Chase did not correct his oldest slave. He spent a great deal of time training them that other cells were off limits. He should reward her for the brief hesitation she had.
Chase grabbed his newest slave's hair, dragging her to the bars and hooking her up to look at his slave kneeling in her cell. He forced the slave to her knees but hooked a chain to her collar and fastened it high on the cell bar, keeping her head looking straight ahead. It forced the slave into a crouch , the collar threatening to restrict her airflow.
"Whore, Present." Chase spoke, watching Nameless and not Whore. He didn't need to see that his oldest slave was standing tall, legs spread, chest forward and hands on her head. "This is the default position when you are standing. Any failure of form will be corrected harshly and severely. Whore, Display." The slave changed, taking her hands from her head and putting them out at shoulder length, but kept everything else the same. "This is Display, it's when I am showing you off, or I am trying to test you in endurance. It is the hardest position and will be your standard until I feel you are compliant. Whore, Kneel."
The slave sank to her knees, spreading her legs apart, chest still out and hands on her head. Her hands never waivered. Chase turned his attention from his new slave to his oldest slave. He circled her and still she stayed stock-still. Tempting the female he ran his fingers over her breasts and then up her throat, but she didn't move.
"This is Kneel. The position that most slaves are accustomed to. If I have you on a leash, and I pause for more than three seconds, you go to this. Whore, Kneel Down." The slave put her knees together and curled around her legs, wrapping her arms around them. "This is Kneel Down. It takes your sight from you, but is the easiest position. If I ever see your eyes in this position, you will be punished. Whore, Bend Over." Whore scampered to her feet and bent at the waist, her hands now flat on the floor. This exposed her ass and cunt, breasts hanging free. "I hope you are looking because I will be testing you to see if you can be taught or if I need to move to more physical training. Whore, Dog." The slave dropped to all fours, her legs spread so her cunt was accessible and her head was up, ready to receive a cock.
"Whore, you performed nicely. Respond, you hungry whore." Chase praised the slave who didn't move from her position, but shivered as a release washed over her. "You are requested upstairs. Dismissed."
Whore stood and left the cell silently. The nameless one watched her move before turning her eyes on the man before her. He held nothing in his hands, but she was starting to fear his silence even more than his words. Her legs burned from the forced position, but she was terrified to protest.
He reached and unhooked her from the top of the bar. Waiting to see if she would move, he held the chain and reached and grabbed her breast. Nameless flinched and was rewarded by a slap across the face. Correcting herself she moved back where he held her, tears running down her cheeks.
"Perform decently and I might give you a temporary name." Chase hooked the long chain to her collar, giving her length to move about her cell. He moved out of the cell and retrieved a cane. "Present."
The nameless slave moved to what she remembered Whore doing, but put her arms out at her side. A crack of the cane across her breasts brought her arms to protect them.
