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\n\n

Megan struggled to make it to the\nend of the hallway while balancing the full breakfast tray. Not only had adding\nher captor’s desired amount of creamer brought the coffee’s level to the brim\nof the mug, the chain linking the leather cuffs on her ankles only allowed for\nabout 18 inches of movement. It also would have been easier to hold the tray by\nthe edges, but the chain binding her wrists was even shorter, forcing her to\ncarry the whole thing palm-up in the middle. She stopped and took a few deep\nbreaths through her nose, deciding it was better to take her time and step\ncarefully rather than rush the process and risk spilling anything. The newly\nminted prisoner knew by now that just one stream of coffee over the side would\nresult in a far worse spanking than mere tardiness.

\n\n

Eventually, she made it across the\ncarpet and onto the hardwood of the bedroom, where her “master” was sitting\nupright in bed in his bathrobe and expecting his meal. He briefly glanced up\nfrom his iPad, snapped his fingers and motioned toward the night stand, then\nresumed scrolling through his news feed. Megan shuffled over to the edge of the\nking-size and delicately placed the tray on the stand.

\n\n

“Very good, kitten.”

\n\n

She stood there quietly and stared\ndown at the floor while he took the first few bites of scrambled eggs. The dish\nturned out better than expected: fluffy and well-mixed, with just the right\namount of pepper on top. For a suburbanite brat, this new slave was a\nsurprisingly good cook, and as much as he enjoyed having his own sexy chef, he\nhad also been looking for an excuse to punish her and hoped a botched meal\nmight give him one. Then again, her ass cheeks still showed a few red marks\nleftover from earlier, so perhaps another round of caning at this point would\nbe overkill.

\n\n

Master reached over to the chain\nthat connected Megan’s collar to the leather harness buckled around her stomach\nand pulled her closer with a quick yank. She perked her head up immediately and\nwaited nervously for his next command.

\n\n

“Still feel that?” he asked,\ntickling around her panties and pinching her ass. “From our little mishap this\nmorning?”

\n\n

“Mhhmm.” Megan nodded. A large\nsilicon ball secured into her mouth limited her options for communication to\nnodding, shaking her head, mumbling and pleading with her eyes. The straps were\nuncomfortably tight, but what was even more frustrating was the added chin\nstrap; a four-inch piece of leather that helped guarantee she couldn’t maneuver\nher jaw to spit the gag out.

\n\n

“Good. Maybe you’ll remember it next\ntime you’re thinking about misbehaving.” He gave one of her welts a light\nsmack.

\n\n

She winced and nodded again, too\nbusy fighting back tears to even try and speak.

\n\n

“We’ll see. Now go tidy up the\nbathroom.” He ordered with another snap.

\n\n

Megan obediently trotted off to\nclean the mess he left during his shower. Not exactly fun, but any step out of\nline resulted in corporal punishment, and his preferred method was forcing her\nto kneel and lashing her bottom with either a black cane or leather paddle.\nThat morning had been no exception: he uncuffed her from the bed after his\nalarm went off and took her to the bathroom for her toilet break. While she was\nwashing up, he fondled her breast and pinched the nipple, pushing her to growl\n“fuck you” and try running away. She made it one step before he caught her, of\ncourse, and thirty seconds later she was face-down with his knee digging into\nthe small of her back and his instrument of pain raining hell on the skin of\nher backside. When finished, he let her lay in the fetal position, sobbing, and\ntook his time binding and gagging her.

\n\n

The man demanded to be referred to\nas “master” and, even more nauseating, addressed as “daddy”. Calling him\nanything other than a long string of curses took every bit of willpower, but it\nwas obvious that agitating him would only make things worse. After a Friday\nnight and full Saturday of sadistic torture, she decided to just go through the\nmotions of this sick game, hoping it would create the illusion of docility and\npresent an opportunity for escape once her captors let their guard down. Doing\nwhatever he said seemed like a good place to start, so she pressed on.

\n\n

Megan could bend over, but her hands\ncouldn’t reach more than 12 inches past her torso; her “master” had ensured\nthat when he shackled them to the harness. She was forced to squat as low as\npossible just to pick the towels up from the floor, and hanging them back on\nthe towel rack proved to be a whole other burden. It was incredibly frustrating\nhow difficult such simple tasks had become. Prior to this hellish weekend, her\nability to succesfully balance a high GPA with an active social life and\nexercise regimen had been the envy of her classmates. Suddenly, she was hardly\nable to do the basic house work that her “masters” forced, with both hands and\nfeet restrained, and beaten if anything went wrong.

\n\n

On top of that, her boyfriend Austin\nand best friend Gabby were getting similar treatment in some other wing of the\nmansion. She hadn’t seen them since afternoon of the day before, when all three\nof them were tied up, gagged and tormented in the living room for several hours\nbefore being hauled off to separate corners of the property for further abuse.\nTheir captors kept referring to it as “training”, though none of the\nunfortunate victims could have fathomed what kind of nightmarish future they\nwere being trained for.

\n\n

The thought of her friends being\nhurt made her want to cry, as did looking into the bathroom mirror and being\nreminded of her new reality as somebody’s prisoner. Bondage gear she had only\nseen in internet porn and a few adult boutiques was now gripping her ankles,\nwaist, wrists and neck in the form of black, padded cuffs with silver rings\nthat were connected by chains. Whereas the collar was clasped around her neck\npurely out of cruelty, the ball gag served the function of keeping her quiet.\nShe hated both how it looked and how it felt; the way the sphere forced her\ncheeks to puff out was degrading, and the material was quite uncomfortable on\nher jaw.

\n\n

Except for the thin area covered by\nlace panties, her lower body was naked and exposed for anyone to see, including\nher bare butt and the injuries it bore. She still wore her aqua-green sorority\nt-shirt, which spared her the discomfort of being completely topless in front\nof her captors and now sported an embarrassing saliva stain around the\nneckline. Being unable to control her drooling was another thing she hated\nabout the gag, besides the obvious part about being unable to speak.

\n\n

This visual aid strengthened her\nresolve to get the hell out of there no matter what it took, but in the\nmeantime all she could do was avoid punishment. The toilet didn’t need any\nattention, which gave Megan some much-needed relief, but everything else did.\nShe straightened the floor mats with her toes, awkwardly tossed one towel back\nonto the rack, organized all the grooming products scattered around the sink,\nthen used another dropped towel to dab up the puddles left on the counter.

\n\n

Master walked in just as she was\nfinishing, presumably done with his breakfast. He was a fairly muscular man of\nabout six feet, with sandy brown hair and a square face that helped him qualify\nas exceptionally attractive in the everyday world, though the enslaved people\nexposed to his true personality would have begged to differ.

\n\n

“It’s nice to see you’re learning,\nkitten.” He said upon surveying the room. “Certainly much better behaved than\nyou were yesterday, aren’t you?”

\n\n

“Yecchh ayyee.” Her best attempt at\n‘Yes, Daddy’ was rendered unintelligible by the gag, but sufficient for Master.

\n\n

“Maybe it’s time for your treat.”

\n\n

Megan’s stomach turned at the\nthought of what that could mean. The man smirked, recognizing the disgust in\nher expression, and nudged her to face the mirror.

\n\n

“But first, there’s just more\nthing…” He rubbed her shoulders for a minute then, maintaining a grip on her\nright arm, stroked her thick black hair and tucked it behind her ears with the\nother hand. She stood stone still and kept her composure, as much as she hated\nthis sudden, bizarre gesture of affection. “I thought this’d be a cute piece to\ngo along with your new persona.”

\n\n

He presented her with a hair band,\nonly this was a custom one: pink-and-black cat ears made of felt adorned the\ntop. She cringed and met his gaze in the reflection, as if to ask “Seriously?”

\n\n

“Just try it on.” He said. “You need\nto keep your hair out of your face, anyway.”

\n\n

He affixed it to her head gently\nenough, but she couldn’t get over the humiliation of it all. There is a major\ndifference between trying out a fetish accessory to go with a sexy costume on\nHalloween or use in bedroom roleplay and being dressed up like an inanimate\ndoll, and the latter simply felt violating. She loathed this whole “kitten”\nbusiness anyway; not only did she have no desire to take on a cat ‘persona’ (as\nhe put it), but the way he kept saying it was so unnerving and possessive.

\n\n

“See? I’d say that really goes with\nthe rest of your…outfit.” He paused to caress her hips and playfully rattle the\nchains on her harness.

\n\n

Master took a moment to admire his\nnewest, picturesque handiwork. The restraints he had picked out hugged her slim\nfigure and complimented that pale, smooth skin very well, and would leave no\nchaffing. Each piece was plenty tight, but nothing severe enough to dig into\nthe skin or cut off circulation. Though it wasn’t just good looks and tasteful\nbondage that made her so appealing; it was the way she struggled against it and\nlooked at him with those beautiful green eyes that let him know she was an\nexceptional find.

\n\n

A more impulsive man would have\ntossed her over one shoulder, taken her out to the bed and fucked her all\nmorning, especially one as aroused as he was, but he knew better. Most people\nfound it easiest to simply stun their slaves into submission right away, and\nthat was a fine approach if you valued efficiency over pleasure. He took a more\nskilled, long term approach; one that takes time and requires finesse, not just\nbrutality. To truly break a slave, you must create an incentive to submit and\nserve other than fear. For Megan, he knew exactly how to begin such a process:\nhe would tease her and deny her orgasms until she craved them more than she did\nfreedom. There would be far more additional training in the months to come, but\nfor the time being it was best to start out simple and have some fun along the\nway.

\n\n

“Tell me, kitten…” He began teasing\nher hair, twisting a strand here and there between fingers. “Was that boyfriend\nof yours taking good care of you? What was his name again?”

\n\n

“Ooffnnin?” She spoke meekly.

\n\n

“Whatever.” Master sneered. “My\ncolleagues and I have just been calling him ‘bitch boy’, and I think that’ll\nstick. Anyway, Katelyn…you remember her, right?”

\n\n

She shuddered and nodded. That was\nthe one woman in the crew of slavers who broke into the house on Friday night, and\nshe was the most outright sadistic of them all. Megan had felt the brunt of\nthis the day before, when the evil bitch hogtied her on a couch then spent the\nnext hour either choking her or testing tasers out on her helpless body. After\nthat was over and Megan lay their gasping for breath and reeling from the\nmultiple shocks, Katelyn unbuttoned her shorts and molested her in front of\neverybody, even teasing the idea of raping her with a strap-on. It was only\nwhen Austin’s roaring protests of “Mmmpphh” got her attention that she decided\nto forget about the girl and focus all her perverse energy on him.

\n\n

“That’s what I thought. Not many\npeople forget her.” Master continued, “Like I was saying, Katelyn texted me\nthis morning about the fun she was having with bitch boy over in the game\nroom.”

\n\n

Megan let out a long whine, not\nwanting to believe it.

\n\n

“She took all his measurements.”\nMaster said, ignoring her plight. “I gotta say, doesn’t sound like his cock is\nanything to brag about. She’s putting it to good use, though.”

\n\n

It was becoming damn near impossible\nto act calm, and that last comment of his truly jolted her. She mewled into her\ngag and tried jerking away from him.

\n\n

“Shut up.” He grabbed the back of\nher collar and twisted her head rightward, forcing her to look at him. “Unless\nyou want another spanking. Just let me know if you like that, ’cause I sure as\nhell do.”

\n\n

Remembering her former resolution\nand considering his threat, she took a few deep breaths and stopped resisting\nhis hold.

\n\n

“You’d better get used to this,\nkitten.” He hissed. “This is your life now, and it’s going to be really painful\nunless you do what you’re told. Don’t believe me?”

\n\n

He backhanded her across the cheek\nbefore she could answer. “The next step is to call one of my associates and\ntell them that you require extra discipline, and I’m guessing you don’t want\nthat. I just thought it’d be nice for my pretty slave girl to get a glimpse of\na real man.”

\n\n

His free hand quickly untied the\nsash on his bathrobe, at which point he flung it open and turned Megan’s head\nslightly downward. Her eyes went wild at the sight of the monster hanging\nbetween his legs, and she gulped loudly. She had a satisfactory sex life with\nAustin, but he maxed out at just a few notches under six inches; this penis looked\nlike it must reach eight or nine, and had a girth wider than her own wrists.

\n\n

“Uh-uh, uhh-nuhh.” She begged,\nshaking her head rapidly. “Nuh, eeezzze!”

\n\n

“Please?” Master tried to clarify,\nclearly amused by this.

\n\n

Megan sniffled and nodded.

\n\n

“How polite of you to ask, kitten,\nbut no dick for you today. I think we ought to make you work for it a little\nmore. Speaking of…”

\n\n

He grabbed her right arm and placed\nanother hand on her back shoulder, nudging her out into the master bedroom.

\n\n

“I think our next…eh, ‘project’ will\ncheer you right up.”

\n\n

She had obvious doubts about that,\nbut was also too dejected and frightened to say anything. He marched her over\nto a plush ottoman at the foot of the bed and directed her to sit, which she\nwas more than happy to do after being on her feet since sunrise. Master tossed\nthe robe onto the floor and started changing into his preferred leisure outfit\nof jeans and a plain black V-neck. He dropped his duffel bag full of toys and\nbondage gear next to the ottoman, took out a satin blindfold and tied it over\nMegan’s eyes.

\n\n

“You’re only wearing that for a\nsecond, kitten. All part of the surprise.” He knelt down and un-chained her\nfetters. “Stand up.”

\n\n

She wiggled over from her relaxed\nposition to the seat’s edge and got back on her feet. Not knowing what else to\ndo with them, she folded her hands and kept them at waist-level in case part of\nthis surprise was having her cuffs removed.

\n\n

“Panties off. Now.”

\n\n

She was prepared for the worst,\nmentally. Physically, she trembled as she slid the underwear down her legs and\nslipped them past her feet.

\n\n

“Ahem.” He cleared his throat\naudibly. “Get your legs farther apart.”

\n\n

Before she could comply on her own,\nhe drummed against her inner thighs with a polypropylene rod, which leaves\nquite a sting. She squeaked in pain and spread them as far as she could while\nremaining balanced, hating that her vagina was even more vulnerable than\nbefore.

\n\n

“Hold still, kitten, or it’ll get a\nlot worse.”

\n\n

Megan felt another leather\ncontraption being wrapped around her torso, though this one was lowered to her\nhips before being tightened. It was a snug fit, “not so bad” she thought to\nherself, but she had no idea there was more to come. Another flap, wider than a\nstandard belt, was pulled down to her ass, between her legs and up against her\ntaint before being threaded through a steel buckle right below her navel. She\ngasped at the cold sensation that suddenly pressed against her anus, vaginal\nlips and entire bikini line; not only was it shockingly intrusive, she couldn’t\nimagine what it was possibly for.

\n\n

Master was impressed with how well\nshe was taking this, considering it was only her third day. Most young women\ntook about a week of training and correction before they reached this level of\ncompliance, though the feistiness hadn’t been stamped out of this one\ncompletely. She still sassed him and fought back on occasion, which led to\noccasional punishments. Without that, where was the fun?

\n\n

He squatted down and fished around\nthe bag for the last toy: a pink, jelly-textured vibrator that was specifically\ndesigned for the clit and had the bonus of being remote-controlled.

\n\n

“Almost done. By the way, this is\nthe ‘treat’ I was referring to back there.”

\n\n

Megan whimpered nervously and\nsquirmed, so he cupped his right hand around her ribs to steady her and slid\nthe rubber bulb, now warm from his touch, down her lower stomach, under the\nleather and onto her clit. She inhaled sharply and moaned, utterly confused.\nMaster put the finishing touches on the apparatus; tightening both the\nhorizontal and vertical straps an additional few centimeters. A clockwise turn\nof the key in the front lock, and that vibrator wasn’t going anywhere.

\n\n

“There we go: your own chastity\nbelt, kitten.” He announced while pulling her blindfold off.

\n\n

“Huuhh?” Her face bore the cutest\nmix of bewilderment, naiveté and shame all in one expression. Her captor\ndragged her over to a full-body mirror by the closet and explained.

\n\n

“It makes sure nobody – yourself\nincluded – gets to your pussy or ass. I know you can’t reach down there thanks\nto these,” he tapped her shackles, “but these aren’t gonna stay on forever. And\nI don’t want you playing with yourself.”

\n\n

She blushed miserably and turned her\nhead away. Did they really make these? She had heard of their use in medieval\ntimes, but even in that context they were purported to just be a myth. There\nwasn’t any denying it now, though: this was a locking belt, and it blocked her\nnether region like a steel plate.

\n\n

“Not to mention, my colleagues are\ngoing to get bored of Gabby and bitch boy over there, eventually. Wouldn’t want\nthem tearing into one of your holes, would we?

\n\n

“Nuh.” She mumbled, hanging her\nhead.

\n\n

He gripped the chain at the base of\nher collar and pulled her face to his, snarling “Still forgetting something, kitten.”

\n\n

“Nuh, ayyee.”

\n\n

“Damn right.” He slapped her hard\nacross the face. “And you’d better look at me when I’m talking to you.”

\n\n

“Yecchh, ayyee.” Megan managed to\nchoke out.

\n\n

“I haven’t even gotten to the best\npart, kitten.” He took out a plastic knob with five blue buttons and dangled it\nin front of her. “This is the remote for your vibrator.”

\n\n

“Mmmffff…” Megan started to whine.

\n\n

“I’ll be deciding when it starts\njack-hammering your little nub, and for how long. It’ll be a nice little\nsurprise every now and then when you’re doing chores and training.”

\n\n

With her stance back to normal, it\nwas easy to re-chain the ankle cuffs and tempting to tickle and tease her inner\nthighs, though he resisted the urge of the latter.

\n\n

“And don’t think you’ll be getting\noff anytime soon, kitten.” He taunted. “You don’t come until I say so, and\nright now I say that belt’s not coming off for a while. You’re gonna have to\nwork for that cock.”

\n\n

She couldn’t think of any response,\nso she just looked into his eyes in stunned silence. Her mouth would have hung\nopen if not for the gag.

\n\n

“Allow me to demonstrate.”

\n\n

He pressed the ‘on’ button and heard\nthe buzzing immediately, while Megan felt it. She shrieked and popped into a\nhalf-squat position, not knowing how else to alleviate the humiliation.

\n\n

“What’s the matter, kitten?” He\nasked mockingly, “Too low?”

\n\n

He clicked the button with a plus\nsign a few times to crank the intensity up, and Megan moaned louder. There was\nabsolutely nothing she could do about it except stand there and endure, but it\nfelt so good that part of her wanted to simply embrace the sensation.\nStraddling the bed post would have been heavenly, as would rubbing the front of\nthe belt with her fingertips, but any movement without his permission was sure\nto result in another whipping. She clenched her thighs together as best she\ncould, stood up straight and leaned back. This stretching helped the leather\npress deeper into her pussy lips and squeezed the toy even harder against her\nclitoris. Master got about two minutes of entertainment in before her eyes\nrolled back and it looked like she might be nearing a climax, at which point he\ndialed it down and shut it off.

\n\n

“Playtime’s over for now.”

\n\n

She regained control of her rapid\nbreathing and groaned in disappointment, finally begging “Huheeezzze” while\nbatting her eyes at him. It would be torturous to not finish after she had\ngotten so close, especially with her organs still burning.

\n\n

“I know you want to come, kitten,\nbut you’ll just have to learn to be more disciplined.” He placed one hand on\nher back and patted her stomach. “I’ll let you when you’ve earned it.”

\n\n

“Yecchh, ayyee.” She mumbled. Megan\nwould not have thought it possible for her captor to make her even more\nmiserable than she was that morning, but this guy kept on out-doing himself.

\n\n

“Atta girl. Now, I believe you have\nsome dishes to wash.” He smacked her ass then gave an authoritative shove\ntoward the nightstand with the finished breakfast platter. She yelped and\nmanaged to not fall over; she had grown too accustomed to the fetters to let\nthat happen. Such familiarity with her unwanted bonds was disturbing and\nbrought her mind back to the hope of either rescue or a chance for escape.

\n\n

Megan sauntered off to the kitchen\ndutifully, praying that none of the other kidnappers were there already, while\nMaster sat back on the bed and decided to browse Tumblr. He was subscribed to\ndozens of blogs dedicated to bondage and knew that a quick trip through his\nfeed would present him with hundreds of ideas for the next round of\npunishments. Such an activity was guaranteed to arouse him, though, and he had\nalready pledged to not penetrate Megan until she reached a certain level of\ndesperation to complete an orgasm. One image offered a possible solution: a\nyoung woman was blindfolded, kneeling in front of her ‘dom’ with her hands\nzip-tied behind her back and her mouth propped open with a ring gag,\nunknowingly awaiting the erect member in front of her. Oral sex wouldn’t spoil\nhis plan, he thought to himself.

\n\n

It was a solution he would consider,\nbut before he could check to see if he remembered to pack such a gag, another\nimage caught his attention. This one of a submissive in a French maid outfit\n(sans the top), with nipple clamps attached to a tray of champagne glass she\nwas holding, mercilessly weighing down her bare breasts. As much as he loved\nthe whole girl-next-door look Megan pulled off in her casual ensemble, he\ncouldn’t help thinking of all the different costumes that would enhance her\nbondage.

\n\n

This would have to wait until they\nbrought the new slaves to their main compound, as his crew hadn’t brought any\nequipment other than the essentials for the job, but there was plenty of fetish\nclothing in his own collection that he knew she would look delightful in. Just\nimagining that nubile brunette bound, gagged and serving him coffee while\ndressed as a slutty nurse or cleaning his boots in a bunny costume was enough\nto get him stirring again. He also considered the cat ears she was already\nwearing; perhaps they would go well with a basic maid outfit, especially if he\nhad her wear a butt plug with a fuzzy tail attached to the end so it could\ndangle below the back of her skirt.

\n\n

Then there was her blonde friend, Ms\nBolton, to consider. The heiress was the entire reason they were here, though\nit was easy to forget with Katelyn and their hired goons, Chris and Sully,\nbreaking her in to her new life in a distant wing of the mansion. Megan's\nboyfriend was over there, too, subject to the same combinations of beatings,\nspankings, and who knows what other torture, as the young woman, but Master\nspared him no mind. His thoughts were fixated on how hot Gabby would look in\nthe bunny or nurse costume, and how fun it would be to alternate between tall,\nskinny, B-cup Megan and her short, thick-butted, full-cheekboned friend. Of\ncourse, that was all dependent on whether they decided to keep her as a slave,\nsell her off or ransom her, and he knew the latter two were more likely.

\n\n

The running water from the kitchen\nsink could be heard faintly in the bedroom, which led Master to wonder what\nelse might be audible. He had never checked to see what the range on that\nremote was, either, but realized that clicking the ‘on’ button would answer\nboth questions. Judging by the volume of her groaning that echoed down the hall\nonce he pressed it, the range was considerable.

\n\n

Megan tried to focus on scrubbing\nthe dishes with a sponge, but with the tiny motor reverberating against her,\nthat was like trying to study while music blared in your ears. It was also\ndifficult to stand, given that her legs shook considerably whenever she was\nstimulated this intensely. Her increased heartbeat was expected, yet made\nunpleasant by the collar that restricted her throat and the ball gag that\nforced her to exhale mostly out of her nose. Eventually she gave into the\nsensation, as she did before, figuring she might as well find some sort of\npleasure wherever she could if her captors were so intent on depriving her of\nit. She gripped the side of the counter and straddled one the bottom cupboard’s\nmetallic knobs, rubbing her leather-clamped crotch up and down. It was a\ngratifying 30 seconds until the vibrator stopped right as she was on the cusp\nof release, turning her moans into cries of frustration.

\n\n

“All part of the plan.” Master chuckled\nto himself. He took a considerable risk by having these sessions when he\ncouldn’t watch and monitor her, but was confident that a time length of two\nminutes or less was safe.

\n\n

Everything was hand-washed and\nplaced on the drying rack by noon, at which point Megan realized something. He\nhadn’t ordered her to come back by a certain time and was probably too occupied\nwith his tablet to notice the sink being turned off. Plus, all his ‘associates’\nwere hanging out in a different side of the house, possibly leaving the front\nentrance unguarded. If there was going to be a time to check for an opportunity\nto escape, this was it.

\n\n

She walked as quietly as possible\nthrough the kitchen and dining room, past the bathroom and to the steps of the\nfoyer. Peeking carefully around the wall, she saw there was no one else in\nsight, nor could should hear any other footsteps or voices. Her restraints\nwouldn’t allow her to run or scream effectively, but she figured it was little\nmore than 100 yards to the public road where she could wave somebody down for\nhelp, and that wouldn’t take too long to walk. She was just about to sneak over\nto the front door when a different one slammed behind her.

\n\n

“Hey, shithead.” Katelyn snapped.

\n\n

Megan gasped and turned around, then\nfroze upon seeing who it was.

\n\n

“Where do you think you’re going?”\nThe domineering redhead walked over in long, angry strides and seized her,\ngripping her lower jaw and forearm.

\n\n

“Mmmm…uuhhhhhh.” She garbled and\npointed toward the bathroom, hoping Katelyn would believe she had simply gotten\nlost trying to find it.

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“Yeah, okay. Why don’t we go tell\nyour new master that?” She took the chain hanging between her breasts and\ndragged her back to the bedroom, making sure to pull on the slave’s neck\nwhenever she fell behind, and continued “He spoils you, that’s for sure. No\nfucking way would Gabby or your little boyfriend dare try and escape, not after\nthe night we gave them.”

\n\n

Megan furrowed her eyebrows and\ngrowled a few unintelligible curses.

\n\n

“Just wait til I get five minutes\nalone with you, bitch. You thought our little lesbian playtime yesterday was\nbad; you haven’t seen anything yet.”

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