Enslaved

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Boley Folks House

Morrighan you're evicted ! You have fourteen days to clear out. Anything left after the eviction date it will be confiscated , it will be sold. The proceeds will be held in escrow to offset the legal action.


 

I squeezed the man’s head between my legs.

 

"Enjoy the show you little deviant?"

 

The pervert gasped for air, smacking my leg to signal surrender.

I refused to give it to him. There will be no tap_ out tonight. Scumbag

your days of tapping out are behind you. There will be no more instigating trouble then shuffling away to obscurity. You’ve peeved   your last female.

 

I turned to the sudden accumulation of nosey Inquisitive neighbors and assorted looky Lou’s. You, don’t dare question or attempt to judge me.

 

you'd be angry as Hell too if you found some voyeur filming your ass on his cell phone. This is no man, it is a sick rabid dog. It would be human kindness if the critter could be euthanized.

I am going to educate my neighbors and this mobile home park. I am the victim here, not him. I wasn’t abusive. I was just doing what needed to be done.

 

" Elizabeth shouted he's turning blue," Maybe, if he’s good I’ll let him up before death occurs.

 

My friend looked shocked. In the years she’d known me and my slave she’d only known me to be kind to the unworthy slave. She had known me to be forgiving. Tonight my forgiveness was overdrawn. My give a damn's busted. Asphyxiation was too merciful.

 

I opened my legs and he scurried to his feet.

 

"Give me back my phone," he demanded.” Halt right there, deviant slave, You don’t make demands , I do. I’ve spared your worthless life. Be grateful.

 

"Nope. Because you chose to be a pervert, you lose the phone. That is but one of the consequences "

 

"Give it back," he puffed his chest out, trying to intimidate me. Shut your yap, dog. You saw how well intimidated I was earlier. I stood up giving him a reminder of my own 6 ½ foot tall muscular body and the power it held. I flicked my long blond hair back and laughed.

 

"Strip ! Now go sit in the corner.

 

Grumbling to himself, the slave sulked off. For an hour I ignored him while he ranted , He raged as he pounded his head against the wall. My gift. Damn remained busted. It was his headache. He was earning the consequences one head_ butt at a time.

 

As I went to clock out for the night the manager called me into his office.

 

"Yes?"

 

"Have a seat, Martha.

 

Oh, this wasn't good.

 

"A citizen has filed a formal complaint against you."

 

"It was that little shit from earlier wasn't it? The little pervert was filming our asses."

 

"Yes, he was over the line in every way possible your neighbors told me they’ve all filed sexual harassment charges when she saw him leave my office. That's why the man is banned from this trailer community. You should have banned him. That's what you should have done.

 

You had no right to physically accost him."

 

"That? You call that accosting him? That's nothing compared to what I wanted to do to him."

 

"Morrighan This is the third complaint this month alone. You're too rough with our customers, too abrasive. We're losing business."

 

"What are you saying?"

 

"   Morrighan you're evicted ! You have fourteen days to clear out. Anything left after the eviction date it will be confiscated , it will be sold. The proceeds will be held in escrow to offset the legal action.

 

Yeah, that sucked. Then came date night. I met my boyfriend at our favorite casino Restaurant.

I knew something was wrong the moment he came in. He was sweaty, nervous, ready to run.

 

" what's wrong? Sit down."

 

"No, Morrighan I won't."

 

"Why not?"

 

"I'm not staying."

 

it's over. I can't see you anymore.``

 

"Why the fuck not?"

 

"You're too rough. I'm in pain after every night we spend together. You're too much. I can't do this. Goodbye."

 

He turned and ran. The pervert will pay dearly for this.

 

I returned home in the worst mood of my life. I slammed the door shut and stormed into the den. That's when I saw him. A skinny man in his late teens with a white bandanna on his head under a stupid fedora and his lower face covered by a black bandanna The thief was digging through my drawer. Screaming I tackled him to the ground.

 

"Fucking little bastard." I shouted. I'll teach you to pilfer through my things. 

 

Almost foaming at the mouth from my ever-mounting anger I drug the boy after me into the living room.

 

"I can't believe I come home to find you robbing my fucking house." You've got lessons to learn and it's my responsibility to teach you the appropriate behavior.

 

"Please, just let me go," he begged.

 

He looked ready to cry at any moment. Good.

 

"Listen, I'll leave and you'll never have to see me again. Nothing's missing and nothing's been broken. We can end this right here."

 

"Oh hell no," I told him, "I'm going to make you pay."

 

I took some white cotton rope and began to place him in bondage. I wrapped it around his chest several times, pinning his arms to his sides in the process. I then looped more over his shoulder and under his armpits  the rope binding each arm. The next loop connected front to back encircling his head to form a perfect little harness. I forced his wrists behind his back and bound them together too. I also bound his ankles together, stripping him of any hope of escape.

 

"Too tight?" I teased.

 

"Yes, please, just let me go."

 

"Nope."

 

I pulled off his bandanna to get a better look at him. I laughed.

 

"You? Oh god, this is too perfect."

 

"Give me back my phone," The pervert demanded.

 

"You cost me my job. Your Family Dollar Store phone doesn't come close to paying for my lost wages.  You deserve to pay. Let's make the punishment fit the crime.

 

I tossed his stupid little hat aside as I took in his pathetic plight.

 

"I'm going to make you pay," I told him.

 

"Please, don't, I'll leave, I'll hop away if I have to. Just please, let me go."

 

I smiled a wicked smile at the boy.

 

"There is no way out of this. I'm going to punish you. Nothing you say can stop it. I'm going to make you pay."

 

"Jesus, what kind of hell have I gotten myself into?" he  asked.

 

"The best kind," I told him.

 

I grabbed the rope around his neck and began pulling them both back and forward. I smiled as he squirmed from the rope burn it caused. The sight of his cute little face flinching sent a shudder  through my heart. My breathing quickened. I couldn't understand it, but I needed more. My hands slid down his chest. I felt a nipple graze my finger.

 

I slowly ran my finger over it. I could feel myself become wet at the thought of what I wanted to do with it. I pinched it. He groaned in pain. God, that was amazing. I grabbed the other with my other hand. He could see the wheels turning.

 

"Please, don't ..."

 

"Silence."

 

I gave them a painful little twist. He shouted from the pain.

 

"No, no, I can't have the neighbors hearing you. I don't want the police taking away my new toy."

 

I looked down at the bandanna in my hand. That would do rather nicely. I rolled it into a nice little gag.

 

"Oh come on ..."

 

Before he could finish his complaint I forced it into his open mouth, pushing it back as far as it would go. I tied a nice little knot behind his head silencing him once and for all.

 

"Sit," I said.

 

He made for the couch.

 

"No."

 

I indicated the floor. He sighed but gingerly sat down on the floor, legs bunched up in front of him. I slowly took a seat on the couch.

 

"Now your punishment can begin."

 

The look he gave me let me know he had thought it already had. Poor boy. I unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it open to give me access to the tender flesh of his chest. He squirmed and tried to pull away, but I was having none of it. I pulled him back against the couch, right between my splayed legs.

 

"There's no escape. I'm going to be doing this for a very long time to come until you’ve restored all you’ve taken from me.

 

First you deprived me of my employment, my only means of financial Independence. You are my slave, you will finance my lifestyle until I am employed once again. You are my financial slave. I demand $ 2000 a month. You will pay it.

 

To prove my point I gave his nipples several more savage little twists. God, I loved this!

 

"I don't think this is enough," I told him, "maybe I need to do more."

 

He shook his head vigorously.

 

"Yeah, I really just need to sink my teeth into this."

 

Using my hand as a claw I dug into the flesh of his pec. He moaned and squirmed.

 

"It won't help. You're stuck with me for life or, until I release you. You cost me my boyfriend until you restore him to my life you will serve me as a collared sex slave.

 

Exhaustion beats everything, even blinding rage. It was late into the night and I could barely keep my eyes open, so I decided to hit the hay. Grabbing the slave I dragged him along. No way I was letting him try and escape in the night.

 

I was far from finished with him. Reaching my room, I looked around for a place to keep him. Ah, yes, the walk-in closet. I pulled the door open and tossed him in.

 

"Get some sleep, you'll need the rest." You have your job to go to. Not any more. You work. For me. You’ll. Prostitute yourself. For the financial support you owe me. You will.

Be my yard man. If you perform well ,and you will, you'll be my field slave.

 

God, the terrified look on his face turned me on so bad. I grabbed my vibrator and got to work. I needed sleep too.

 

The next morning I opted to show my prisoner a little mercy. I allowed him to use the bathroom and eat breakfast. Then I set up a camera, tossed him on the living room floor and sat on his face. I only wear dresses and since I prefer commando he got a face full of my round, plump ass. I then ground it into his face as hard as I could.

 

After I did this for a while I allowed him to sit back up. Then I slapped his face.

 

"Bet you regret messing with me don't you, you fucking little bastard."

 

He nodded. I just kept slapping, I didn't care. I caught a glimpse of the time.

 

"Ooh, my programs  are on."

 

I forced the slave onto all fours and sat on his back. As a slave he was furniture, an inanimate object.

 

"Don't move, I don't want to miss a thing." That could not have been a good two hours for him.

After lunch I pulled out my laptop to start job hunting. I had bills to pay. To keep him busy I forced the slave under the table, forcing him to lick my boots clean.

 

Our day was spent pretty much like that. I smothered him with my hands, spanked his ass like a baby and ground my heels into his sides. The worst part for the. Slave was I filmed the whole thing.

 

After some less than gentle persuasion he gave me access to all his social media accounts. I think it was the knowledge the whole world would see his torment that finally broke him. He made no noise the rest of the night.

 

The next morning while a sullen slave ate I checked online. No hits on the job hunt just yet. People were loving the videos I posted on both our accounts. One of the comments caught my eye. 'I love bondage role play videos like these. Usually you have to pay good money for videos like this'. I didn't think good money was right but that gave me an idea. I began researching scenarios.

 

I raided a local costume shop and BDSM supplier for the necessary tools. When I got home I untied

 

I felt a little pang of guilt as he did so without question. I was not as angry as I was the day before and was questioning whether I should let him go or not. If these videos sold I pulled off my own clothes and tossed on a skimpy nun's outfit. When the slave emerged dressed as a Catholic school boy his arousal at my look was clearly apparent. It was then he saw the camera was on.

 

"Do you know why I called you into my office, boy?"

 

"No ... Sister."

 

"Because of the dirty magazine I found on your desk."

 

"I'm sorry."

 

"Oh trust me, you will be."

 

We spent the day filming various little scenes like this. In one I was a cowgirl and he was my pony. In another I was a cop and he was the criminal I was interrogating. At one point he was a night guard and I the thief, ironic I know. To his credit Fishbait grew more confident over the takes and was soon going at it wholeheartedly. I felt bad when I had to bind him and lock him away again.

 

I guess I was feeling a little lazy the next day. I tossed the slave on the floor in front of the couch as I flipped on a movie I loved but hadn't seen in forever. As I became lost in that celluloid world my feet found a slave chest. Absent mindedly I began rubbing them over him. God, this movie was steamier than I remembered.

 

My heart began pounding in my chest as I watched the two lovers go at each other on screen. God, was it getting hotter in here? Oh this was one of those where the two actors actually did it, wasn't it? That might explain was I suddenly wet.

 

I paused the video needing a little break. I stood up bumping the wooden tray I had set my drink on. It fell off and splashed all over the slave's chest.

 

"Great, now I have to wash that."

 

Why though? Why did I have to wash him? He was a punishment slave, my whipping boy. It wasn't like he was a cherished pet or invaluable stud slave. He was ,at best , one of those men a lady of means could purchase anywhere , a dime a dozen. grabbed a pair of scissors and cut it off, tossing the shirt aside. It was then I got my first good long look at the slave's chest. For such a little runt he looked damn good care of himself. Abs, pecs, all were well proportioned and firm to the touch. Simply put he was delicious.

 

"You've been holding out on me."

 

I ran my hands all over his chest. I caressed every inch of bare skin I could get my hands on. I didn't stop, I couldn't stop. For hours I just sat there feeling him up. Soon that was no longer enough. I began kissing it as well. From there it turned to licking. I even playfully bit and played with his nipples. As he moaned in pleasure I became more and more aggressive in my actions.

 

As night fell I stood him up and walked him back to the bedroom. He began to make his way to his closet. I pulled him back. He looked back at me confused.

 

"No more closets for you. I need to feel that body as much as I can."

 

I helped him up into the bed, climbing in behind him. Grabbing his chest possessively I pulled him up against me, locking my legs around his.

 

"Good night, my sweet little pet."

 

The next morning, as I allowed slave his bathroom break I decided the whole no shirt - jeans combo wasn't a good look on him. I grabbed the scissors and soon his pants were gone too.

To my pleasant surprise his legs and hips were just as well cared for as the rest of him. I shoved him onto the couch, putting his feet in my lap. I began to stroke his legs with one hand and his feet with the other.

 

As I touched his soul he squirmed. He was ticklish! God, this was perfect! My fingertips danced around his feet like the legs of two little spiders. Slave laughed through his gag, thrashing about. I held tight and increased the ferocity of my assault. Soon enough he lay panting and very, very red in the face.

 

I held my feet up to his mouth and ordered him to begin kissing them. As he slid my toes deeply into his mouth . I giggled as his tongue slid in-between my toes before pulling them deeper into his mouth and sucking as hard as she could.

 

Before I knew it, the day was over. I led the slave back to bed. This time I turned him toward me as I held him tight. I felt his breath on my skin as I held his face against my tits.

 

"God I need you."

 

As I allowed the slave to pee that next day I noticed something. He didn't bother pulling up his underwear. My boy knew me too well. I cut the briefs off and tossed them aside. I took a long hard look at him.

 

"You know, there's no real reason to get out of bed today."

 

Taking his arm I led him back to bed. I pushed him onto his back smiling down at him. I pulled my nightgown off and tossed it aside. I soaked in the lustful looks he gave my large, powerful and voluptuous body. Slowly I took him inside me. His gasp of pleasure set me off. I rode that boy for hours. Eventually he ended up passed out, resting against me as I checked my phone.

 

Hey! I got an interview at another gym! Things were turning around. Looks like I wouldn't have to finish those videos after all. A thought came to me. If I never finished them I could never sell them. If I never sold them I would never make any money. If I never made any money from them I would never have to honor the promise I made myself. I would never have to let a slave go. Yeah, I was deleting those videos later. This boy was my toy and I wasn't about to 

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Submitted: April 25, 2021

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