Lisa lived a simple life with her sister and father. However, a poor decision to take the aid of a stranger left her as nothing more than his possession. Taken from the lands and life she knew, the innocent Lisa is educated in things that she had never dreamt of in her most perverted dreams.
Authors notes: Hope you enjoy it. It is heavy on the lesbian theme at the moment and it will continue, but rest assured, it will not stay that way forever. The narration is a mix of pure description and what is happening from Lisa's point of view. So if you disagree with something it may just be that it is the way Lisa thinks things are, not sure if that makes sense...
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Chapter 2
1.
Lisa sat on the sturdy wooden bench, her wrists chained together above her head, linked to a ring that was, as far as she could tell, solidly fixed to the stone wall she leant against. She was no longer gagged, and she had tried screaming, hearing nothing in return. She had cried until she had no more tears, screamed some more and then finally given up. So now she sat, in silence, wearing nothing but the look of fear and the chains that held her wrists. Quince had taken back the gag, along with the cloak and the small items of clothes he'd dressed her in, the only saving grace was that it was relatively warm in here.
Earlier today she had nearly been sold off in auction as a slave. Until that man had offered the trader, Quince, who had betrayed her and planned to sell her, a better deal. Now, here she was, in a stone cell, in what the man had referred to as 'a sort of school for slaves'. She remembered how he had said she would be kept in the female side for now, which had puzzled her. Surely as a female it was a given that that would be where she'd be. Instead she thought about how less than three days ago she had been at home with her family. She tried picturing herself lying in her bed and that this was all a horrible dream. But her mental exercise was interrupted as the heavy wooden door was opened.
Lisa blinked as the brighter lights from the corridor burnt her eyes. She saw the silhouette of a woman stepping into the room and as her eyes adjusted she let out a small gasp. The woman was tall, had dark black hair, green eyes and red lips that had to be some sort of paint applied to them. She was rather beautiful, but the striking thing was that she wore an outfit made entirely of leather. A corset that pressed her breasts up and together, thigh high, heeled boots, arm length gloves and even a small leather thong, similar to what Lisa had been given to wear by Quince before he'd taken it away. "P-please let me go." She whimpered.
The woman smiled cruelly at Lisa's begging. She stepped closer and stroked her hair, Lisa pulled away from the woman's touch. "You shall not ask to be let go again. Ever. Do you understand?"
Lisa frowned and swallowed, the voice demanded her to obey but she was still scared and just wanted this to all be a horrible dream, "N-no, please I don't want to be here. I shouldn't be here. I was kidnapped from my family..." She pleaded.
The woman sighed and took hold of Lisa's breasts, squeezing firmly, gaining a small cry from the younger girl, "Shut up and listen. There is no use moaning or crying. You are a slave. I was told you are not used to slaves where you come from. Well, here they are quite common and so your pleas shall just be ignored, at most they will be an annoyance. And a slave that is an annoyance is punished. Do you understand?" Lisa nodded and the woman let go of her breasts. "You are a slave. Say it." Lisa whimpered and drew back. "Say it." The woman repeated again, she reached forward and pinched her nipple.
She let out a small yelp, followed quickly by the words she had been commanded to say. "I-I am a slave." She said, getting a small nod from the other woman, who let her nipple free. Lisa pouted slightly at the humiliation. She could be made to say the words, but there was still a long way to go.
"Good girl. Your first and most important lesson is that a slave does not speak unless she is asked to speak. Do you understand?" Lisa nodded softly. "Good. Now, you will call your owner whatever they wish. I wish for you to call me Mistress. When I ask you a question, you shall respond with, 'Yes Mistress.' Do you understand?"
Lisa simply nodded, before a look from the woman and the way her hand moved towards her breasts caused her to quickly add, "Yes Mistress..." Spoken in a quiet and unsure voice.
The woman nodded again, "Your second lesson and one we will spend most of the next few weeks mastering is that a slave does as she is told; without question, without hesitation and without complaint. Do you understand?"
Lisa swallowed, her face fixed in an expression of fear, "Yes Mistress." Though, her head shook ever so slightly as she did her best to deny that the situation was really happening.
"Good... Now, stand up and turn around." Lisa stood up awkwardly with her hands chained to the wall still, naked as she was she felt very vulnerable but the command in this woman's voice said that she was serious. She decided she'd
try
and do as she was told. Perhaps Quince had been right and she could earn her freedom by obeying... however foolish that sounded it was the only hope she had to hold onto and so she clung to it. That and the idea of her father coming for her, surely he'd be here to take her back home any day now? Lisa turned around as she had been told to. The chain had enough slick to twist as she did so that she stood, facing the wall, hands against it. "Take a step back, lean your face against the wall and put your feet shoulder width apart." Lisa hesitated again before doing as she was told. She could support herself by holding onto the chains, though she felt rather vulnerable like this, it was another woman so it wasn't like she had anything to fear... Moments after the thought had run through her head she felt a finger slide between her sensitive folds.
