I
Ally entered her apartment, struggling to hold back her tears. She was carrying a heavier bag than usual as she had to clear her desk, like many others that day. Mass layoffs had finally arrived at her company, and after 14 months of being productive and being a model employee, she was one of 20 who were let go that afternoon.
She had nowhere to go to. Her family had cut her off, following her decision to move to “the decadent, immoral big city” and her choice of boyfriend at the time. They had long broken up. Her only “friends” now were the couple on her webcam.
She turned on the light and put her backpack on the bed. The apartment was a mess, typical for a Friday. Cleaning was for weekends. She removed her jacket and hung it by the door. She untucked her blouse from her pants and walked over to her laptop.
“Welcome home,” said the European-accented male voice. She could see him milling about his study, “how was your day?”
“I got fired today,” Ally said slowly, struggling to keep her composure. She undid her pants, pulled them off and threw them onto her bed.
“Sorry to hear that,” came the reply as he approached his computer and sat down. His wife joined him by his side, “Hi,” she said, “sorry to hear the bad news. What will you do now?”
Ally removed her blouse and stood before her webcam in her underwear. “I don’t know,” she said, “they gave us six weeks pay and benefits. I’ll have find another job. I can’t move back home.” She unhooked her bra and removed her panties and stood before her webcam, naked. She picked up the water bottle that was on the windowsill and drank from it.
“Please sit down,” the man said. Ally pulled up her chair and sat down. “Would you consider working for us?” he asked.
Ally was taken aback, “doing what?”
“Well,” said the woman, in her European accent, “we’ve known you for a while. You are clearly comfortable being around us and we think you are obedient and disciplined. We can hire you as a Business Manager. We’ll pay you a salary but all of it will be used to cover room, board, benefits and any other expense that we feel is necessary.”
“What’s my job description?” Ally asked, perplexed and a little scared.
“We will determine that,” the man replied, “it won’t be very different from what you do for us, but there will be more work and more perks. You’ll have structure and routine in your life. And you will be respected and taken care of.”
Ally sighed, “can I think it over,” she asked.
“Sure,” the woman said, “we’ll e-mail a contract now. Read it over tonight and we’ll talk in the morning. What are your plans for the rest of the evening?”
“What would you like me to do?” Ally asked.
“Remain naked, eat dinner and relax. Read over the contract, take a nice shower before going to bed. Login when you wake up and we’ll instruct you further,” the man continued, “keep the webcam on you all evening.”
The “new e-mail” alert popped up on her screen. Ally clicked “open”. There it was. She opened the attachment and hit print.
“I’ll read this tonight. Have a good evening,” Ally said, picking up the pages from the printer. She lifted her legs and placed her heels on the edge of the chair, giving her viewers a good view of her smooth, bald pussy, which glistened in the lighting. In spite of her troubles, she was clearly aroused.
Ally read the document carefully, sipping water from time to time, but remaining in her position throughout. Her stomach started to growl. She also had to pee badly, but she wanted to finish reading.
They continued to watch her throughout the evening, even though they had switched their webcam off. Ally got up and went to the bathroom, dragging the webcam with her. She had to buy a super-long cable for it. She fixed herself a sandwich and ate in bed, having thrown her clothes to the floor. She read the contract over and over again. In the end, she was so tired that she skipped the shower and fell asleep. The webcam was on the edge of the table, aimed right at her as she slept with the lights dimmed, with no covers.
II
Ally woke up around 7:30. She sat up on her bed and looked at the contract. She read it again. Finally, she got up and went to her laptop, moving the webcam so it was facing her.
He was at the other end. His webcam came on. “You forgot to shower last night,” he admonished her, “rare bit of disobedience from you.”
“I’m sorry. I was too tired. I read the contract carefully,” Ally replied.
“And?”
“I’ll sign it.”
“Any questions?”
“No.”
“Good. Sign it electronically and e-mail it and bring the paper copy when you start.”
“What would you like me to do now?”
“Clean your apartment.”
“May I go to the bathroom?”
“You may. Eat breakfast before you start.”
Ally went into the bathroom, dragging the webcam along. After freshening up she went into the kitchen and poured herself some milk and cereal. She ate it standing there.
Like every Saturday, it took her all morning to clean her apartment. Dishes had to be washed, laundry organized, bed made, floors swept, bathroom cleaned. She did all of it meticulously, and all the while she was naked. Her small breasts jiggled as she went about her chores. Her pussy wet with desire. She wasn’t allowed to masturbate or pleasure herself in any way. Their rules. Now they were about to “own” her.
After she was done cleaning, she got permission to shower. She took a long, soothing shower and after she finished she found instructions waiting in her inbox.
“You will start tomorrow. At 10 am a black Chevy Tahoe will pull up in front of your building. You will be taken to our favorite spa for preparation. Wear simple, comfortable clothes and shoes. Carry only your contract, cell phone, keys and ID. Leave everything else behind. We will arrange to pack up your things and take care of your affairs. Go and enjoy the rest of today. There is no need to check in via webcam any more. We will see you tomorrow.”
Tomorrow. One more day. Short notice. Ally’s heart was racing. Leave everything behind? Can these people be trusted? Black SUV? Spa? She took a few deep breaths. It will be OK, she said to herself. These people care about me, she thought.
The rest of the day was a blur. She frantically organized her things, making sure they wouldn’t miss anything. She called a couple of friends from work. No one was in the mood to talk or get together. Losers, she thought. In the evening she ordered a small pizza and relished it. Later she finished the ice cream that was in her freezer. She picked out her clothes for the next day. Something simple. She chose her favorite ripped jeans, ultra-low rise, pink panties, pink lace bra and a blue tank top that bared her midriff.
She barely slept that night. In the morning, she showered, at breakfast, got ready and left her apartment, taking exactly what she had been instructed to take with her.
The SUV was waiting for her. Inside there were two women she did not recognize. One of them got out and asked her for her ID. She checked it and gave it back to her. Then she asked for her keys. She went into the building while the other woman drove her to the spa.
When she checked in at the spa she was shown her schedule: herbal enema, full body wax with Brazilian, floral treatment and bath, manicure and pedicure, facial, haircut.
When they were done with her, it was 5 pm. Ally never felt this clean and pretty. Her hair was virtually the same, blond, straight and shoulder-length. Her skin felt soft all over. She smelt great. She felt nourished and cleansed. She boarded the SUV and was driven to her new home and office. They arrived at 7:30. They were in the middle of nowhere.
III
The mansion was set deep in the woods. The property was gated and hidden from the main road. Ally’s room was in the basement. It had a small window near the ceiling. There was a single bed, neatly made with a pillow and bedsheet, no covers. There was a small table and chair. On the table there was a jug of water and a plastic glass. A sink was in one corner and there were two shelves cut into the wall. On one shelf there were dental supplies and on the other shelf there was a box of tampons and a hairbrush. There was a small mirror above the sink and a liquid soap dispenser on the sink itself.
There were three hooks on the door, where she could hang her clothes. There was a closet, but it simply housed a toilet with no seat. There was a toilet paper dispenser and a plastic bowl on the floor.
On the bed there was a document titled “Rules for the resident.” That would be her bedtime reading.
Dinner was a quiet affair. Her employers and hosts merely told her to take her time to get used to the place. Everything was transparent and she would get a chance to read up on all the rules and expectations. Full obedience and compliance was expected. There was a punishment clause in the contract. She was reminded that she had signed the contract. There was no escape clause. This was a three year contract.
Before taking her down to her room, the man, whom she had to call Master said, “tomorrow you will go for a medical checkup. You can’t eat anything and pee into this cup. We want to make sure that you are in perfect health.”
After she had surveyed her room, Ally took off her clothes and hung them on the hooks. She had no idea where the rest of her stuff was. She didn’t dare ask. She lay on the rather hard bed and opened the document.
Rules for the Resident
Ally yawned and turned out the light. She managed to fall asleep after a lot of tossing and turning.
The next day, she got a clean bill of health.
IV
Each day was different but each day started at 5:30 and ended close to 11. One thing remained constant during the first month. Ally was always naked. She showered no more than four times a week. She was constantly occupied with something or someone. Days were hard and long. She was no ordinary Business Manager.
She managed to screw things up often and in ways that enraged her owners. But they showed extreme patience. Her punishment log filled up fast. Each time she was punished she had to write about it in a journal. The first entry was made on Day 8.
Day 8
I screwed up today. I was late reporting for work. I was really tired last night and couldn’t get up on time. Master had to come and wake me.
I had to report to the punishment room. I had to lean over the table with my legs spread and my elbows on the table. I counted fifteen blows with the strap on my bare bottom. It hurt. I didn’t cry. I counted aloud. I managed to not pee everywhere since I had to go badly. I saw the result in Master’s camera. My butt was red all over. No bruises or cuts, just red all over. I wasn’t allowed to touch it or soothe it in any way. It hurt to sit down all day.
To her owners, everything seemed rather mundane. A month into her stay there was a dinner table conversation that would change everything. Ally had served the meal and was standing by the dining room door, awaiting further instructions, when the woman addressed her husband.
“When are we going to stop treating her like a houseguest and more like a slave?” she asked, sounding annoyed as she cut her piece of chicken.
“We can make changes now, if you’d like,” said Ally’s Master, “what do you have in mind?”
“Forced nudity and the occasional spanking won’t get her anywhere.”
“Let’s go to the cabin for a couple of weeks. Conditions there are better-suited for proper training.”
“We can start here in the meantime. Also, what’s new with Karl in Dresden?”
“He’s always on the lookout.”
“Let’s get her on the webcam tomorrow and show her off to him. I’m sure he might have some good ideas for us.”
Ally was listening intently as the conversation drifted to another subject. A trip to the cabin sounded like fun. But where was Dresden? And who was this Karl fellow she would have to show herself to in the morning?
“Slave, take off the apron and crawl to me,” her Madam ordered her, without looking at her. Ally did as she was told. She waited by her chair, on all fours. The woman tossed a piece of potato onto the floor, “eat that without picking it up,” she ordered her. Ally looked at her.
“What are you looking at? You’ve cleaned the floor today. Now eat off of it you shameless slut!”
Ally did as she was told. A few more pieces followed. After dinner she was instructed to clean up and wash the dishes. Then she got to eat the rest of her dinner, cold leftovers off her owner’s plates. There was enough, fortunately. It was close to 9 pm when she was done with her chores. She hadn’t seen her owners since they had finished eating. Finally, the woman emerged.
“You will sleep in your room tonight. Tomorrow, you will rise at 4, freshen up and report to the front door no later than 4:30. Go shower now and get some rest. You will need it.”
Ally did as she was told. The shower felt good. It had been two days since her last shower, which happened after she got a body wax at home.
She tossed and turned all night in her bed. She barely slept. The alarm went off at 4. Groggy, she got up and got ready. She was at the front door at 4:25.
V
It was a long drive, nearly 10 hours, until they reached their destination. There was no civilization in sight. Thick woods surrounded the property. There was a small lake in the distance. The cabin itself was nondescript and looked rundown.
Ally was clothed for a change. She was wearing a thin, shapeless white dress that was sleeveless and barely covered her ass. In the van she had to sit in the middle of the backseat, with her legs apart and her ankles shackled to the seat. A mirror was placed across from her so that her pussy was always in view of her owners. They had given her two slices of bread and a banana, along with a large bottle of water, for breakfast. They stopped twice, once at a deserted campground and let Ally out to relieve herself in the bushes and once at a gas station to buy food and fill gas. Ally had to remain in the car for that. They gave her two snack bars and more water for lunch.
Once they were at the cabin, Ally really needed to pee. Her Master pointed towards the bushes. Ally rushed over and squatted. She wiped herself with a leaf and came back to the van.
“Take off your dress,” came the orders. She did as she was told. Then came her first task. There were two buckets near the porch. She had to take them to the lake, wash them and then walk up a small hill and fill them in a natural spring. She had to bring the buckets back, climb a flight of stairs to the side of the roof and fill the tank. That was their source of “running” water in the cabin. The tank was large and would take at least 30 buckets to fill.
It took Ally the rest of the afternoon to finish her task. She was hot and sweaty and hungry. She would routinely drink water from the spring. Her back and arms were sore. She was ready to drop to the ground. When she emptied the final bucket she sat down by the stairs, panting. Ten minutes later, her owners emerged with a bowl of grits. She slurped it up gratefully while they went off into the woods, carrying a bag with them.
Ally drank some of the remaining water from the bucket and crouched behind the bushes to pee. When she finished and got up she noticed that they were back. It was beginning to get dark.
“Come, let’s show you to your room,” said her Madam, putting her arm around her, “you must be tired. Long drive, hard work after that.” Then she gave her a shove into her husband’s arms. He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the dense woods. He seemed to be in a hurry, Ally was struggling to stay on her feet and keep up. Finally he pushed her to the ground when they reached a small clearing.
“On your knees, face that tree,” he ordered her. She did as she was told. She was breathing heavily. Her heart was pounding. She was going from houseguest to slave, she knew the time had come. She closed her eyes. He cuffed her hands behind her back and blindfolded her. The cuffs hurt. She could barely move her arms. He put a chain on her ankles and pulled her to her feet.
“Now you listen to me,” this time it was her Madam, “we’ve let you be nice and comfortable in our house. But those days are over. Now, at best, you’ll be uncomfortable, at worst… well, you’ll find out.”
“Please don’t kill me,” Ally begged.
“What good would that do?” said the man. Ally heard him open a door. He pushed her inside. Before she could balance herself, the door slammed shut. She heard the chain go around the handles outside.
“Get some rest,” said her Madam through the door, “there’s a bowl of water in the corner.” Ally was on her knees, getting a sense of the tiny shed she was now locked in. She found the water and bent over and slurped some up. Then she curled up on the floor. There was no room to stretch her legs. She managed to fall asleep. Her exhaustion trumped her fear this time. She only woke up when she heard the door being opened. A hand reached in and pulled the blindfold off her. Ally was started by the light and averted her eyes.
Madam was standing there, wearing a pair of boxers and a bra, “On your feet,” she said and pulled Ally up. Ally was covered with dirt. “Filthy whore,” she said, pulling her out of the shed. “Now walk up that path, and don’t look back,” she pointed towards a narrow path that started behind the shed. Ally did as she was told. The path was really narrow. Tree branches and leaves tickled her as she walked. She didn’t hear anyone following her. She was going alone. She got deeper and deeper into the woods. She was sweating, her bladder was full and she was having a hard time seeing where she was going.
Finally the order came to stop.
VI
Ally could barely move. Her skin felt like it was on fire. The strap landed on practically every inch of her body from the neck down. It was wide and thick. It took one lash to send a jolt of pain through her, accompanied by a quick reddening of her skin. She was curled up in the corner of her shed, rubbing her arms as they were also sore from being tied behind her. Her pussy throbbed. It wasn’t spared either. Her stomach growled. Her water bowl was empty. Desperation was slowly coming over her. It had only been an hour since they brought her back to the shed. When she was being whipped, the pain was so intense that she peed right there, angering her owners even more, and earning her an extra pussy lash.
“I deserved it,” she kept muttering to herself, “I’m a whore. A worthless slave.” She had to say this over and over again, until further notice.
When the door opened a piece of bread was thrown at her. “Eat,” came the order, “it’s time to fill the tank.” Ally gobbled the piece of bread and slowly made it to her feet. She hobbled out of the shed and followed her Master back to the cabin. She picked up the buckets and made her way to the spring. Another hot day, another 30 buckets. She toiled, drinking water at every stop
By the end of the week, Ally was covered in dirt, mud and sweat. She was filthy from head to toe. She hadn’t been flogged since the first day but all she did was fill the tank every day and spend the rest of her time in the shed. The lake looked inviting. She was desperate to wash. All she got to eat was a slice of bread in the morning, two snack bars for lunch and a bowl of grits for dinner.
On the seventh morning she was woken up and told to wash in the lake. “Time to go home,” said her Madam, “clean up good and we’ll meet you at the van.”
VII
“Nice, very nice,” said Karl over the webcam. Ally was standing with her back to the webcam, her legs spread apart and she was bending over and grabbing her ankles.
“Face me and squat girl,” Karl instructed her. Ally turned around and squatted. “Go up and down, let’s see those tits juggle,” he said. Ally did as she was told.
“Alright,” said Karl. He addressed Ally’s owners, “dye it jet black and give her the markings we discussed earlier. I’ll see you on the 19th.” The webcam went dark.
Later that morning, Ally found herself in a tattoo parlor. After a painful session, the words “Slave Ally” were tattooed above her crotch and the words “Property of” were tattooed near her tailbone, with the space below to the filled later.
Ally came home with her hair cut to shoulder length and dyed black. She stripped off her dress and hung it near the door.
“Where is Dresden?” she asked her Madam.
“You’ll see for yourself. Now go and relax. You have a lot of work to do later. Come back up at 4,” she said.
Ally retired to her room. Thanks to her new status the bed was gone and the toilet closet was locked. There was nothing in the room except for the sink, the alarm clock and a chamber pot. Ally’s tattoos were stinging. She lay on the floor, on her side, and closed her eyes.
VIII
The plane landed in Dresden at 8:20 in the morning. Ally had slept the entire second leg. She was dressed in a pair of flannel shorts and a loose t-shirt and no underwear. She was wearing flip flops. She had no baggage. Her Master accompanied her on the flight. He was carrying a bag, his laptop and a suitcase.
Karl had sent a car. They got in. The windows in the back were blackened out. Ally sat alone in the back, clutching a bottle of water. She took sips from it. It was a long drive. She managed to fall asleep again.
It was close to noon when they reached their destination. Ally woke up and realized the car had stopped. She didn’t hear anyone. She lightly tapped on the window. Finally, the door opened. Two men were waiting. One was Karl. She didn’t know who the other one was.
“Prettier in person,” Karl remarked. Ally looked around as she stepped out. She couldn’t see her Master. “Here, sign this,” said Karl, thrusting a clipboard and pen at her. The paper was titled, “Lease Agreement”.
“Can I read it?” Ally asked.
“Do as you are told,” her Master emerged from the building behind the car.
Ally quickly scanned the paper and signed it. She caught phrases like, “I agree”, “his choosing”, “reasonable limits” and so on. Ally was led into the building and to a room marked with her name, “Ally, U.S.A.”
Her clothes were taken from her at the door and she was shoved into the room. The room was dimly lit. There were no windows. The toilet was a hole in the ground with a flush built into the wall. There was a tap next to the flush. A small package lay on the floor. Ally removed the brown paper wrapping and found a toothbrush, a tube of toothpaste, a small hairbrush and a bar of soap wrapped in a towel.
Ally did what she could to freshen up after the long trip. The water emerged from the tap as a trickle so washing was a frustrating process. She did what she could, cleaning her hands, feet, face and of course, her privates. After that she dried herself and lay out on the hard floor. The room was six feet long and four feet wide so there wasn’t much distance between her and the toilet.
When the door opened, a stern uniformed guard towered over her. He asked her a few rapidfire questions in broken English. She answered them. Then he handed her a plate of food and a plastic pitcher of water. “We talk tomorrow,” he said, closing and locking the door.
In the dim light, Ally surveyed what was on her plate. There was a baked potato, a boiled egg, two slices of bread and a banana. She ate the potato and egg and saved the rest for later. She drank nearly half of the water.
There was nothing to do but sit around and wait. She had no idea what Karl’s world entailed. It was going to be very different, that was for certain. She had grown accustomed to her owner’s methods. She missed them and hoped to go back. But what if this was a permanent arrangement? She signed a lease agreement, so it had to be temporary. But in this crazy world, nothing was certain.
IX
Ally stood in the hallway, she was one of many who had lined up. They were almost standing shoulder to shoulder. One thing was eerie about this lineup. Everyone was skinny, small breasted and had shoulder length hair dyed black. Ally didn’t get to see too many faces. The air was thick with the smell of cheap soap mixed in with sweat.
Two guards walked up and down, inspecting the lineup. Ally watched through the corner of her eye as one guard stepped up to one of the girls and grabbed her by the cheeks and pretended to slap her. Finally one of the guards spoke.
“We have a new guest,” he said, looking at Ally, then motioning her to step forward and turn and face the lineup. Most of the girls looked elsewhere. Ally surveyed them. All were so similar: white, skinny and hairless, with the same hair color. All of them had the same type of tattoo above their crotch.
The guard handed Ally a piece of paper. “Read this,” he said.
Ally read aloud, “My name is Slave Ally. I am no one’s property for now. I am a slut. I am a whore. I am filth. I am worthless. I am trash.”
There was no reaction from any one. The guard took the paper from her and pushed her towards the lineup.
“Right turn, start walking!” the guard ordered. Everyone did as they were told. They walked down the corridor and up a flight of stairs. They arrived at an empty bar where there were several tables with poles mounted on them. Each girl had to find the table with their photo, climb on top and start dancing.
Minutes after the music began, the doors opened and patrons flooded the place. Ally was on one of the corner tables, holding the pole and swaying to the music. One man came and sat down at her table, holding two drinks. He offered Ally one. She crouched and accepted it. It was plain water. She gratefully drank it and resumed dancing. The man sat back and watched as she swayed and shook and crouched and swiveled. She had had plenty of practice in college. Pole dancing was part of her sorority culture. Karl and a few other men wandered around the bar, greeting patrons. Karl came up to Ally’s table and whispered into her patron’s ear. The gentleman nodded. Ally continued to dance, though she was getting tired and hungry. The man served her water a few more times but now she had to pee. Embarrassed, she crouched and asked if she could use the bathroom. He turned towards Karl and summoned him. He spoke into his ear. Karl nodded. Then the man turned to Ally and motioned her to follow him.
He led her up a flight of stairs and unlocked a room. “After you,” he said, in a strange accent. Ally stepped into the room. There was a curtain dividing the room. In the half they were standing in, there was a twin bed and a sink. The man pulled a steel pan out from under the bed.
“You pee, I watch,” he said. Ally crouched over the pan and relieved herself. She peed so much that she was afraid the pan would overflow. But it didn’t.
“Empty into sink,” he told her. She did that and rinsed the pan and placed it under the bed. She needed to wash herself so she ran a wet hand over her damp pussy. She was also hot and sweaty from all the dancing.
“Please, get like doggy on floor,” the man said, unbuckling his pants. Ally went down on all fours. The man entered her from behind, grabbing her around the waist and thrusting into her. He was huge and Ally was fairly tight. She gritted her teeth as he moved inside her. Slowly she got wet enough that he was moving more easily. She wanted it over with but he took a while to cum. When he finally did and went limp, he pulled out and tossed the condom into the trash. Ally remained on all fours, breathing heavily, her pussy throbbing and dripping.
Then, in an instant, she was hooded, cuffed and secured so that her wrists were locked to the spreader bar that held her ankles in place. The tight leather hood simply had a hole for her nose. Her arms pressed against her breasts as she was on her knees, face down on the floor, butt in the air. She hadn’t noticed the ring on the floor, her collar was locked to it.
She could feel his fingers rubbing something cool onto her asshole. Then he slid a cold, steel probe into her asshole. Once it was in place, he picked up a whip and lashed her back three times. Then he took out a paddle and slapped each buttcheek three times. With each blow, the probe seemed to move deeper inside her. Then he pulled out the probe and pushed his cock into her asshole, stretching it but she was accommodating. The position she was in was more painful. She was also dripping wet and desperately wanted to cum. Her moans were muffled by the tight hood. Once he was done, he cleaned up and got dressed while Ally remained in position, her pussy still throbbing, her body covered in sweat, her limbs sore. He freed her ankles and pulled her to her feet. Her wrists were still cuffed. He lifted the hood and placed a ball gag in her mouth. He removed the hood completely and blindfolded her.
“I like you,” he said, “I own you now.”
X
The tattoo on her back now said, “Property of Victor”. She had been formally owned by Victor.
The first thing Victor did was put Ally through laser hair removal treatment. It was painful but she would no longer need waxing. Ally spent a three days “recovering” in a shed in a remote village. She saw no one and didn’t leave the shed. She had a bucket for a toilet and was given food through a slot under the door. After three days she was soaped and hosed and taken to her new room.
Life under Victor was brutal. Ally was shackled 24 hours a day. The position changed depending on Victor’s plans. Some days she would be in a standing position, other days in a crouching or sitting position. He mercilessly whipped and paddled her, never drawing blood or leaving scars. He was good at that. She had to present herself for sex whenever he wanted. She had no choice, she was usually immobile. He fed her bread and water three times a day, a banana three times a week and an egg once a week. He kept her awake for days on end. He even placed her in a water tank, chin-deep, for three days. A month into her ordeal, Victor had several friends over and Ally was helpless as they took turns with her, for three days straight as she was locked in a stockade, her torso parallel to the floor, her legs spread, her pussy inviting.
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