Journey III

[Sprayman]

“Hmm… so I have to let you go. Let’s explore that concept for a moment or two. You can identify me to the authorities and you know that I’ve done this before. Letting you go would be silly from my point of view. That doesn’t even take into consideration the loss of income I’d have to absorb. You will be worth at least 20,000 pounds after your training is complete. And that doesn’t even factor in the pleasure I’ll get from training you. I told you that I am a sadist and that inflicting pain on my slaves gives me pleasure. Breaking you will be a wonderful and enjoyable task for me.”

“No Kelly… I’m sure you can see that letting you go has no positive side for me but has many negatives. As for you being unable to be what I want… that is just ridiculous. You are exactly what I want. A pretty young woman that is completely in my power and who will soon do everything I tell her to do. You have all the necessary attributes. I suppose you think you can’t be a sex slave. Let me assure you that you can and soon will be just that. The fact that you are female is all that is required. Females are natural slaves. They long to be controlled by a strong man. It is their nature and their rightful place to serve men. You will understand that very soon.”

“Very soon, you will be happy to crawl on your hands and knees to my feet and beg me to use your body for my pleasure. You will be happy to do that because if you do, you won’t be punished. I’ve told you that pain is a wonderful motivator. After you’ve suffered severe pain for a while, you will do anything to make it end. The operative word is… ANYTHING! You will beg to suck my cock and drink my piss if it means you won’t have to suffer more pain.”

“This is what your future holds. You have no choice. You have no control. You belong to me… body and soul. You are nothing but an object. The sooner you accept that, the easier things will be…!”

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“OH MY GOD! YOU ARE CRAZY! PLEASE NO!” I pull so hard on the restraints but I can’t move at all. I’m crying like there is no tomorrow. I think this just can’t be happening to me.  “PLEASE! PLEASE I PROMISE I WONT SAY A WORD, PLEASE!” It’s true what people say, when you are in true danger, your whole past flash right before your eyes in a second. I saw everything, my family, my ex’s, graduations; I saw everything that was important to me that I probably won’t see again. I wanted so bad just to tell my parents I loved them and that thought really scared me. I think of all the human trafficking stories I’ve seen on the news and how none of the girls were ever found.  I think why me, why is this happening to me? My mind is everywhere right now trying to somehow take grasp as to the mean things this man just said. Fear is no longer the word that holds me right now. What I feel is so indescribable right now. I have so many emotions I don’t know how to concentrate on just one. As soon as one thought pops into my head, it is replaced by another one! My mind is overloading and something in the back of my heads keeps telling me I will have to be extremely strong for what I’m about to endure. I try so hard not to focus on these thoughts. I’m crying and as I feel the van begins to slow down, my head begins to hurt so bad from all the thoughts and thinking. I’ve never had a headache this bad and just the thought of the unknown makes me feel extremely sick.

[Sprayman]

While Kelly and I have talked, the A20 has become the M20 as we leave London behind us. The trip passes quickly as I banter with my new captive. Before I know it, the Lenham exit appears and I slow to leave the motorway. My estate is tucked away in the hills near Lenham with no close neighbors on 6oo acres of an old dairy farm. It’s always nice to get back to my estate and sleep in my own bed. Even better with a new captive in the van.

“Well Kelly, I’m sure you’ve noticed the change in speed. We’ve left the motorway for country roads now and you’ll soon be in your new home. A few words while I get us there. I live on a farm and my nearest neighbor is more than 4 miles away as the crows fly. The land is fenced all around and we’ve recently added electric shock to the entire fence line.”

“The neighbors think it’s to keep the dogs in but it also works for women. Oh, as to the dogs… I have 8 or 9 that run the property day and night. Dobermans and Rottweiler’s, trained to pull down anyone they don’t know. That would include you, I’m afraid. Your new home is quite secure in its own right. Concrete floor, steel walls and roof, no windows and only one door. The door closes automatically and is locked with a very expensive cipher lock. Only I and my associates have the code.”

“There is an outside exercise area which also has a concrete floor, although it is covered with sand. Eight foot high chain link fencing all around is bedded in the concrete and is also overhead. All electrified of course. It allows the slaves some fresh air and sun. They get an all over tan as well. Slaves are kept nude at all times. I don’t imagine you will tan very much though.”

“We’ve never had a captive escape in all the years we’ve been in this business. Early on, one girl did manage to get out of the playroom. That was before the door closed automatically. She made it almost half way to the gate before the dogs got her. We had to put her out of her misery when they were finished with her. Awful mess that was. Blood everywhere! The dogs played with her for about 15 minutes before we found them. She looked rather grateful when I cut her throat. At least that was how I saw it. Her expression was somewhat difficult to comprehend. The dogs had torn half her face off by then.”

“Ah… here we are. I’m backing into the barn now. I’ll have you out and into the playroom in a jiffy.”

Backing the van into the barn, I use the remote control to close the barn doors as I used it earlier to open and close the gate at the end of my lane. Modern technology is truly wonderful.

“Kelly, I’m going to remove the manacles now. I’m holding the stunner in my hand. If you try to kick or hit me, I’ll use it on you again, and then drag you into the playroom. Be a good girl and I’ll let you walk. The hood stays on until we are inside. It doesn’t matter to me if you walk or I drag you… but if I drag you, it will mean more pain later. Your choice, my dear.”

Then I unlock her manacles…!

[dirtyroleplaying]

He continues to tell me what lies ahead. As he tells me how tightly the place is secured, I realize there is no chance of escaping now. He paints a vivid picture of what the dogs do to the girl and I don’t know if I cry more for what he trains his animals to do or the fact after hearing the story I don’t even want to run to try to escape. It’s amazing how much fear this man has put in me, without even looking at me, without even touching me. If I’m already this afraid why would he possible want to hurt me? Do he know I will gladly do whatever it is he wants so that I won’t be hurt? Clearly he means what he says and clearly I’m not the first person he has done this to.  I have to make this as easy as possible for myself. I don’t like pain. Maybe he won’t hurt me if I just do everything he says. If it will spare me pain I will. If I do this maybe it will be easy and maybe whenever I leave here maybe I’ll have some chance of survival. Maybe.

As he removes the chains, I can tell he is waiting to see if I at least attempt to fight or run, but I’m so afraid and has rationalized what best is if I just do what he wants and maybe things won't be so bad. “I’m not going to run and I wont' try to get away.” I whisper more out of fear than anything else. I stand waiting for him not knowing what to expect. “And Sir, I’m so sorry I made a huge scene earlier. I’m more than willing to do whatever you want me to so that this can go by as less painful as possible.” Although my tears are flowing freely and I’m afraid to death, a little hope which is all I have right now, that hope of maybe me cooperating with him will spare me of a lot of unwanted pain.

[Sprayman]

I can tell from Kelly’s body language that she won’t try to escape… not right now anyway. She is scared nearly catatonic by my words and thinks that she can avoid pain by being compliant. I’ll let her think it is working. Let’s see how compliant she really is. Mind games are so much fun!

Her manacles are off and she is out of the van, standing docilely where I put her. She has even remembered to call me ‘Sir’ some of the time. She has convinced herself that she will do whatever I say and thereby avoid pain. Foolish girl! The playroom is empty… no slaves and certainly no one else is inside but the sound system has a new track in memory that I’ve never tried. It has recorded the small random noises the a group of people make as they wait for a performance to begin. Soft sounds that are almost inaudible but give the impression of a group in the room. I prop open the playroom door and switch on the system. Soft background noise can barely be heard as the CD spins.

“Now then Kelly, you are finally behaving, so I’m going to give you a chance to show me what a good slave you can be.” Taking her almost gently by the arm, I walk her into the playroom. The sound system makes muted rustling sounds… as if an unseen audience was shifting in their seats to better see Kelly. I release the door as we pass into the room and it closes behind us. Kelly is now my prisoner in every sense of the word. The hood over her head prevents any trace of light and she can’t see a thing. Time for the mind games!

“Kelly, here’s the situation. The hood stays on for now. If you try to remove it, you will be severely punished. An unknown number of men are watching you as I speak. As my slave, you are required to entertain them. I am going to put on some music for you and you will dance for the men. You are standing in the middle of an open space about six feet square. I will warn you it you get too close to an object, or your audience. Wouldn’t want you to fall or hurt someone, would we?’

“You will slowly remove your clothes as you dance, until only the hood remains. When you are nude, you will dance and try to seduce your audience with your body. When the music stops, you will drop to your knees, put your hands behind your back, and tell your audience that you are prepared to serve all of them with your body. You will then do as the audience desires. You will address everyone in the room as ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’ only.”

“Are you ready to begin… slave?”

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When the door closes it is a loud thump. I jump from hearing it close but I don’t move. He begins to give me instructions. My mouth drops when he tells me that I have to dance for several men, while stripping, he even added that I have to seduce them with my body. One of my passions in life is dancing, if I were able to dance for the rest of my life, I would definitely be happy. BUT NOT LIKE THIS! I think on all the dancing classes I have had over the years. I know it will be no problem to entertain these men with dancing, but I don’t know about why I’m naked. I can tell there are at least 5 or more men by the moving that’s going on. The only man I have ever danced for why naked was my ex boyfriend of 2 years and it was on our 2 year anniversary. I was a nervous wreck then, although my boyfriend could not tell. He enjoyed it and said it was the best gift a woman has ever given him. I shake my head and get my thoughts back on track. IM ABOUT TO DANCE NAKED IN FRONT OF MEN I DON’T KNOW! He asks me am I ready to begin…and then says slave?

I bite my tongue and pause for a second. I tell myself. You have to do this; if you do this he won’t hurt you. “Yes….yes Sir, I’m ready.” I think my words are barely audible but I can tell he hear me because I begin to hear soft seducing music. I slowly start moving to the music, although I can’t see anyone my face is red hot from embarrassment. I have to talk myself through this process telling myself why I’m doing this as I remove my shirt. I follow the rhythm of the music which is very natural for me to do. I dance a little bit more tops swaying my hips and periodically touching myself. I find a way to kick off my heels without losing the rhythm of the beat. It’s amazing how well I can work under pressure.  I unbutton my form fitting jeans and continue to sway while moving my pants down at the beat of the music. Although I’m still crying and talking to myself I realize I should be doing a very good job and hopefully they are happy. The thought that comes in my head next makes me cry even more but I know the thought is rational and if I don’t want these men to hurt me. I tell myself Kelly if you do it, they’ll all be happy and they won’t you. So with that I push my jeans to the side and I begin to sort of grind as if I was slow grinding on a man dancing. I feel that the men are front in towards me. So with more tears falling and me crying and sobbing more. I slowly and very seductively turn and begin to remove my thong while bending my upper body so that the men can get a better view. I’m standing straight up, my legs spread and my upper body is bent over as I remove my thong and toss them to the side.

I slowly rub my legs and slowly begin to raise my upper body. Once I’m back at a normal stance. I slowly dance with my behind towards the men hoping this is enough to keep them happy. I think I don’t know how strippers do this every night! To play at home as a stripper was always fun but after this I will never do it again. This is no joke. I slowly begin to undo my bra. I think about how crazy men are over my 32c breasts for my age. So much fear builds. To not know what will happen to you, or your body is so scary. I stop dancing for a second and then start again after removing my bra. I dance with my back turn for about 30 seconds. I slowly turn around with my hands over my breasts and I slowly begin to remove them when the music stops.

I drop to my knees slowly, looking down and I place my arms behind my back. Im shivering from being naked sitting on my knees as I wait. I notice it’s a little chilly in the room. I don’t hear anything so it only adds to my fear.

[Sprayman]

I turn off the sound system so the music and the soft crowd sounds fade. The room becomes quiet. Since the playroom is totally soundproofed… it is VERY quiet! The temperature in the playroom is set at 68 degrees, a bit chilly for a naked slave. Her nipples are hard and tight, so I know her body has noticed. I let the silence seep into Kelly’s mind for a few seconds before I speak.

“Well slave, I don’t hear any applause. I guess your audience isn’t impressed. Also, I told you to offer them your body to satisfy their desires. You better tell them with words because your feeble attempt at seducing them with your dance didn’t work. Tell them all the ways you will satisfy them. Maybe your voice will convince them. I hope so, because if you can’t seduce them, I’ll have to punish you.”

“I’m not going to tell you what to say to them but you better go into detail. Start talking and convince your audience that you are a willing sex slave. Otherwise, I’ll have to get my whip…!”

[dirtyroleplaying]

My mind cannot register why it is this quiet. He finally speaks and says no one likes the performance. I think I worked extra hard and no one like it! He continues and I try to imagine doing the things he says. But I can’t! I can’t offer the things he wants, how the hell do you willingly give yourself to strangers. I think how is it that, me putting out my best moves did nothing for these men. I hear what he wants me to do, but I don’t know if I can. When he mentions his whip, I have a little motivation. I try to get my words out as best I can.

“I I….I…Ill do….Ill please you all with….my my body. I will give my….my body to anyone here…here who desire to use it. I’m a wiling…………sla….slave. I..I…Ill offer my…..mouth and…my vagina…to please you all Sirs. I…will do what…is re…quired of me to do as….your…sla…slave. I’m new and im…not sure..if im doing this right….but I’m trying….so hard. I…don’t…want to….upset you all. I wanna…please every….one here….and make you….smile. I...want to welcome....you Pl in...my...new...hoom...homeee…just give me the chance…to show you….i can be a really…..good slave Sirs.”

[Sprayman]

“Well… I still don’t hear any applause Kelly. I don’t think you’ve convinced anyone. Not to mention that you made some mistakes. Let’s start with those. You have a mouth but not a vagina. You have a cunt! Don’t make that mistake again! You have a mouth and a cunt and tits. You completely forgot one thing though. You also have an ass and an asshole. That will take a cock as easily as your mouth or cunt. Can’t forget your asshole now… can we?”

“The next thing is… you seem to think there are only men watching you. There may be women in your audience. What about them? You don’t want to hurt their feelings… do you? I know some women that swing a fine whip. Almost as well as me.”

“Last but not least… what about the dogs. Some of the dogs could be watching too. All my dogs are male because they are more aggressive. Are you going to ignore the dogs? That could make them angry. You don’t want to make the dogs mad… do you?”

“Now… I think you need to start over and use the proper terminology. You also need to be more inclusive and consider everyone and everything in your audience. You also need to try a bit of begging. Begging can be very persuasive. You may also want to describe your body in more detail. Anything you can think of to entice them.”

“Because if you can’t get at least some applause… I’ll have to get my whip…!”

[dirtyroleplaying]

I begin shaking my head in awe as he speaks. Half way through the speech I am a wreck. My whole body is trembling with fear. It’s a good thing I’m already on my knees because I felt weak when he mentions my ass and probably would have fell over when he mentions the women. I became extremely nauseated as soon as he mentions the dogs. As he is speaking, all I see are the images of what I’m actually suppose to do with the women first and then the dogs. The dogs were too much. I couldn’t even entertain that thought. At that moment I knew I couldn’t do the things he wanted me too.

“PLEASE! PLEASE. I…..CAN’T DO THESE THINGS! IT’S TOO MUCH! PLEASE SIRS, IM BEGGING YOU DON’T MAKE ME DO THESE HORRIBLE THINGS! I’M BEGGING YOU. I…I…I JUST CAN’T!” I wonder why someone would want to do this to a person.  This is so inhumane. I think of trying to run but know it would only get me in severe trouble after what I just heard him speak about. I try to fix the situation, because although a whipping sounds better than being with an animal. I really don’t want any real pain. “Can I please please, give you my va..cunt, my mouth, and my…….” I realize anal would hurt also. At that moment a light bulb goes off in my head. I didn’t do badly; I didn’t do bad at all with my dance. He is only saying that so there will be some way these men can hurt me. There is no way out, regardless of what I do I will be hurt. I can’t avoid being hurt by these men! I want to scream so badly but I know it’s not wise. My mind is going a million miles a second trying to find any possible way to help me out of this situation.

“I get it.” I cry. “You will hurt me, regardless if I beg you here or not. No matter how good I perform any task, you will hurt me, if you want to.” I’m crying so hard the hood is beginning to get a little damp. “PLEASE. Please im begging you with everything I have on this floor, I’ll do anything any woman or man here wants.  (Sniffs.) I will gladly do it. You can use my asshole, my cunt, and my mouth one by one. Please, I no longer care. JUST…..please please Sirs and Ma’ams PLEASE PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU WITH EVERYTHING I HAVE RIGHT NOW…which is not much. PLEASE don’t force me to service a dog or any animal. PLEASE! I’m begging you.  I won’t fight, I won’t run, I won’t resist what you do to me as long as it isn’t an animal. I can’t handle that….please understand. Please!” I continue to cry so hard, you can tell your mental torture and mind games are already taking affect to me. I’m trembling even more and still crying.

[Sprayman]

“Kelly, you sound almost hysterical. Stop it this instant! You think you now understand… but you are wrong. You haven’t begun to understand. You are a slave and a slave doesn’t think. A slave simply obeys… or is punished… and then obeys. If I want you to service my dogs with your cunt and ass and mouth… you will… sooner or later. When you do… you will be happy to do it… because the pain has stopped. In the end, that will be all that matters!”

Kelly kneels on the playroom floor, racked with sobs, and unable to stop. I can see her trying, but without success. The mind fuck has done as much as it can for now. It’s time for a new type of fuck. This time it won’t be just in her mind. I’ve made a good start with my new captive… but only a start. Kelly is still a person, at least in her own mind, and isn’t close to breaking yet. Closer… yes… but not there yet. It is time for some real pain to be injected into her existence.

“Kelly, it is time for you to meet your audience. Resign yourself to the fact that you will service every living thing in this room tonight… because you will! The hood ties under your chin and is tied with a bow. Feel for the ends and untie them. Then remove the hood and greet your audience.”

“It’s time to begin your slavery…!”

[dirtyroleplaying]

This is all just beginning to be a little too much for me! He tells me to take off my hood and that I will have to service all these people in the room. At this point I don’t even want to remove my hood to see who and what is in the room. At first I don’t move but I know this man is crazy and I can tell he wants to hurt me. I don’t want to give him a reason to, so I begin to slowly untie the knot in the hood. Once it is loose, I slowly lift the damp hood. At first my eyes have to adjust to the brightness.


Once my eyes are adjusted, I instantly notice two things. Number 1, there is no one here but us. Number 2, THIS MAN IS GOING TO KILL ME! I was so afraid of the things that I saw I couldn’t talk, move, or cry. I think I stop breathing for at least 20 seconds before it become involuntarily.  I swear time froze and you could have heard a drop of a pin.  All I wanted to do was yell for help but I couldn’t. The things I saw were so unimaginable. This man was going to cause me grave pain. At that moment I literally wanted to just die.  I knew dying would be the easy way out, living after seeing those things only meant I would be hurt constantly. This man hasn’t even touch me yet but he is doing more psychologically damage to me ever imagine and I don’t even know if he knows it. I will never be the same after seeing this stuff.


I saw this big X thing with straps, I saw a metal chair, it had straps too, and I even saw a doctors table with stirrups and straps. I saw these benches with straps! Some of these straps were metal some were leather.  I saw these cages that were big enough to fit people in. I saw chains coming from the ceilings. I saw whips that you hit animals with! I saw all these metals and poles and sticks. I saw something that look like some type of horse as well as other weird devices and contraptions, I didn’t know what they were for and didn’t want to find out! I don’t know how long I stared at these crazy devices, there were so many of them right in front of me, huge and small, all around the huge room! All I heard in my head was me yelling for help, but fear had a mean grasp on me. Like I said I couldn’t move, talk, or cry. That’s just how afraid I was!

[Sprayman]

“Well Kelly, welcome to your new home. I hope you find it satisfactory. I’m sure you didn’t mind my little joke about having friends here. The dogs are very real though, but are outside patrolling the grounds right now. I’ll bring one or two in later to show you… and to let you get acquainted. From your reactions, I’ll bet you’ve never fucked a dog. We will get that taken care of in a bit.”

“I see you looking around and from your expression I think you have guessed what some of the items are. We will let you get familiar with most of them very soon. Since you are a new slave, I’ll give you permission to speak. You may ask any questions about your new home now, but normally you will speak only when asked a question by a Master. If you talk out of turn, I will have to gag you. Rules are rules after all.”

“Now then, do you have any questions before we begin?”

As I ask, I casually walk to a wall rack and take down a Cat. This whip looks fearsome with its nine long dark tails, but the falls are actually soft suede and will barely raise welts, even when swung briskly. I have a feeling that Kelly won’t stand a lot of pain but want her nearly panic stricken mentally. I swing the cat and make the falls swish through the air. The sound is frightening all by itself!

“Hurry and ask your questions Kelly. We still have your 100 lashes to apply…!”

[dirtyroleplaying]

I watch him as he speaks, still too afraid to move. He asks me if I have any questions. My mind is somewhat blank as if it’s not me there; I can’t believe any of the things that I am seeing. He walks over and picks up a whip that they have for bulls, and he swings it in the air. The sound it produces scared me shitless. I nearly jumped out of my skin as I pissed on myself, I was so afraid. I fell over to my butt and I begin crying and begging as if there were no tomorrow.

“OH MY GOD! PLEASE DON’T HURT ME! PLEASE DON’T HIT ME WITH THAT THING! I’LL DO ANYTHING! YOU DON’T HAVE TO HIT ME! I’LL FUCK ANYBODY! I PROMISE! I’LL DO ANYTHING! PLEASE BELIEVE ME! YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THESE THINGS TO ME BECAUSE I’LL BE THE BEST SLAVE YOU EVER HAD! PLEASE. I’M SO AFRAID! I’M SCARED. I DON’T WANT TO BE HURT! PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU! YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND, PLEASE I WON’T RUN, I WON’T! PLEASE SIR, PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!

[Sprayman]

“I’m sorry Kelly, but I just don’t believe you. I promised you 100 lashes for causing the scene in the tube tonight. You probably won’t understand this, but I’m a man of my word. You may think I’m just a common criminal, who make his living the easy way but I still have a code of honor. My code means that I have to give you the 100 lashes because I promised them to you.”

“I suppose you want me to think you’re sorry for that problem in the tube. Let’s see just how sorry you really are. Suppose I call in two of my guard dogs. Will you satisfy both of them at the same time? That means you’ll suck one of them off in your mouth while the other one fucks your cunt or ass. Are you that sorry? I might be convinced to change my mind about the whipping if you do that. My dogs haven’t had a bitch slave to satisfy them for at least a month.”

“I guess you might be that much of a bitch slave. You’ve already pissed all over my floor like a bitch in heat. You will clean that up tonight too… one way or another!”

“So… do you want to service two of my dogs at the same time… or should I just get on with the whipping…?”