I can barely see anything under the sack over my head. I’m breathing very quickly as I am still in shock over what has just happened. I was just sitting outside, watching the snow fall when all of a sudden, they threw a bag over my head, grabbed me, tied my wrists, and threw me into their car. I wasn’t even fully dressed yet. I was wearing a pair of faded pink pajamas with a pair of thick socks. I didn’t even have shoes on. I couldn’t see but, whoever was driving was this vehicle, is a very erratic driver, making sure to use plenty of twists and turns when driving. I struggle and yell as my captor drives further and further from my house.
After about 30 minutes of driving, the car stops, my captor gets out, and walks over to my door to get me out of the car. As he carries me to wherever he is taking me, I kick and scream at them, trying to get free. I hear a door open and as we enter a house, my captor sets me on my feet, grabs my arms, and points a knife at my back, commanding in a stern voice, “Walk!’ I do as he says as I am too nervous to retaliate with a knife at my back. When we reach our destination, he sets me down on what feels like a bed and he begins to tie me up around my legs, arms, chest, and stomach. When he finishes, he pulls the bag off of my head and I am greeted to a balding middle-aged man with greasy hair on the back of his head, a big mole on his face, and huge buck teeth in the front of his mouth. He stares at me with a creepy smile, looking me over.
I finally break the silence by shouting, “Who are you?…Where are we?…Why did you tie me up?” He flinches as I bombard him with questions and he covers my mouth with his clammy hands. He shushes me and says, “Calm down, my sweet. I am will answers your questions, just one at a time.” He sits down in a big chair in front of me and says, “My name is Peter and you are in the basement of my house.” I look around. The basement is a dark gray color with a bathroom and not much else besides the bed and chair, a small dresser, a furnace, a couch, a television, a table, a door leading upstairs, and a small window leading outside.
I look back at him and he says, “You are here because, you have been personally chosen by me to be my new slave.” My eyes widen and I ask him, “I’m sorry, I’m going to be your what?” He smiles and says, “You are now my slave. It’s quite simple actually. You don’t actually have to do much, just keep this area of the house clean and just sit here and be ready.” I give him a skeptical look and say, “Ready for what?” He answers, “Well, for when we want a nice fucktoy to use.” He chuckles and I am in complete shock.
I begin to struggle and he just laughs at me even more. He says, “Don’t bother struggling, my dear. None of my slaves have ever gotten out of my ropes.” I stop and look at him, asking, “You have more?…I’m not the first one?” He stands up and begins to walk towards me, saying, “Oh, of course you aren’t the first one. I have many slaves that serve me that were like you and now they just submit to my authority.” He sits down next to me and begins to run his pasty fingers across my face. He continues, “And soon you will do the same, my sweet.” Eventually, he fingers come across my mouth and I bite it hard. He shrieks in pain and I shout, “I will never submit to you! Who the hell do you think you are, kidnapping other unfortunate women and using them as your own personal sex toy. You disgust me! I will never submit to you!”
Peter slaps me hard on the face and backs up. He then pulls a whip out his pocket and says, “You bitch! I will teach you what happens when you disobey your master! Take this!” He begins to whip me all over my body and I scream in pain as the whip strikes my fragile skin. I plead for him to have mercy but, he ignores my pleas and only seems to whip me harder. After a while, he stops and puts the whip back into his pocket. He then comes up to me, pushes my forward head back and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a pair of one of his other slaves panties. He shoves the panties into my mouth, almost choking me, and takes a long strip of gray fabric, tying it around my mouth. Finally, he stomps away upstairs, leaving me alone.
I begin to cry. The whip was very strong and powerful and had even left little cuts on my legs. Tears stream down my cheeks as I realize that he was right. I may never escape from here and the thought of him using me as a sex slave only made me cry even more. It feels like the walls are closing in on me as I helplessly sob for help. I can his voice upstairs, shouting to someone. He says, “She’s an unruly little cunt! Say… Why don’t go down there and see if you can get her to submit to you?” I hear another voice answer, “If you wish, Master.”
Suddenly, I hear footsteps walking down the stairs. I brace myself for who could be coming down those steps. The door opens and a young man about my age enters the room. He has long brown hair reaching to his shoulders and he is wear some kind of brown tunic with a black vest. He walks towards me and sits down on the bed. He uses his sleeve to dry my tears as he ungags me. I look at him and nervously ask, “W-Who are you?” He calmly says, “My name is Kris and you must be the unruly slave Master was talking about .” My heart starts to beat fast as I fear he will do the same as his master. He stands up and begins to pace around the room, saying, “I would like to apologize for my master’s behavior. He isn’t good with meeting new people.” I raise my eyebrow in confusion. I’m in shock at how much he apologizes for his master.
He walks back up by me and begins to gently run his fingers through my hair. I say, “What are you going to do to me?” He looks at me and says, “Well, Master wants me to show you some ‘manners’ so I think I have an idea.” He goes over to the dresser, opens the drawer, and pulls out a vibrator. He sits down in front of me, looks at me, and says, “You know, those pajamas look really cute on you.” I blush at this comment and he begins to pull down my pajama pants and my panties. Kris looks directly in my eyes as he slowly places the vibrator against my vagina and turns it on.
As soon as I feel the vibrations, I begin to moan and my clit begins to quiver. The vibrator felt so good against my pussy and it sent waves of chills of through me that I had never felt before. The vibrations make my whole body fidget and I begin to salivate from the sheer pleasure I’m receiving. Kris looks at me and asks, “Does this feel good?” I answer, “AAAHHHH! It feels amazing.” He smiles at me and then at the saliva coming out of my mouth. He says, “Well, I can’t have you drooling all over yourself so, lets gag you again. He shoves the panties back into my mouth and ties the fabric around my mouth again. However, I don’t care. I’m too excited from the vibrator, vibrating against my dripping pussy. I continue to moan through the gag and I feel that I about to cum.
Before I can though, Kris removes the vibrator, leaving me on the edge of climax. I whine and beg for him to put it back under the gag. He walks back to me and begins to pet me. He says in a calming tone, “Aw. Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll finish the job.” He pushes me onto my back and gets onto the bed. He pulls his pants and I get glimpse of his huge cock. I smile as he slides of glorious dick into my wet, quivering pussy.
Kris begins to grind his cock in and out of my pussy and I begin to moan and fidget my head around and as Kris begins to rape me like the slut I am. His cock feels great inside my weak pussy and the feeling of his cum entering my body arouses me even more. I begin to moan intensely as he pounds me harder and harder. I never thought I would love being raped so much but, this is one of the best things I’d ever felt in my life. I might have been kidnapped and I still have to worry about Peter but, none of that matters to me. The only thing that matters to me right now is pleasing my true master. My gag eventually falls off and I spit out the panties, shouting, “AAAHHHH! Oh yes Master! Fuck your slave! AAHHH! More, Master! MORE!” He grinds his cock deeper into pussy. I have already cum already at least three or four times but, we don’t care. I’m his little cumslut and I love being his cumslut.
After about 45 minutes of Kris raping me, he stops, pulls out, and goes into the bathroom to clean himself off. I lay there on the bed, breathing heavily to myself. My pussy is still dripping and Kris’ cum covers my lower body. Eventually, Kris comes back holding two pair of handcuffs, a towel, and a pocketknife. He comes over to me and cleans his excess jizz off my clothes. Next, he pulls my bottoms back up and begins to cut the ropes on my body. Finally, when he is done with the ropes, he handcuffs my hands and feet together. He sets me back up on my knees and backs up. I whine, “Nooooo, Master. Please come back.” Kris walks back to me and a hug him. Kris looks confused and I ask, “What’s wrong, Master? Am I being bad?” Kris says, “No. I’m just confused at why you’re calling me master.” I look up at him and say, “What else should I call my master? Peter isn’t my master. You are.” I point at his chest. He looks at me nervously and he take the gag off from around my neck. He says, “Okay well, Master has an order for you.” My eyes light up and I answer, “Yes, Master?” He whispers, “Please don’t call me master in front of my master please. I don’t want him to hurt you.” I look at him and ask, “Why do you call him master?” He looks around the room and says, “because I’m his apprentice.” I’m blown away by this. I think to myself, “How did such a kid person like Kris, end with a monster like Peter?”
After a long period of silence, Kris says, “Okay, I think I’ve punished you enough today so, you probably rest.” He lifts me up onto his shoulders and pulls back the covers of the I was laying on. He then sets me back on the bed and pulls the covers up to the top of my chest. Lastly, he kisses me softly on the forehead and wishes me a good night. I respond, “Thank you, Master. I’ll be waiting for you.” and with Kris exits the room as I drift off the sleep.
(Thank you for reading The Master, The Apprentice, and The Slave and I hope you enjoyed it. I’m still relatively new to making these so feedback would really help and is appreciated. If you would like to see a part 2 please let me know. Thanks again and have a good day or night.)
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