Was she really hearing someone talking to her Owner about buying her? Her mind refused to believe it.  People didn't sell people. They sold food. They sold things. They didn't sell people. She knew she must be in a dream and drifted back to sleep.

She awoke again when she felt her restraints being removed. She hated this part. She wished the restraints could stay on forever, wished she could feel the safety and the security the restraints gave her forever. One by one they were removed, and her Owner helped her to stand. To her surprise, he placed a blindfold over her eyes, cutting off all light. Even when she looked down along the side her nose, there was only darkness. He pulled her arms behind her and secured them within a  long, black leather mitten that ran from her upper arms down over her hands. She felt her long coat being wrapped around her and buttoned. She was confused about what this all meant. She was a bit confused and curious about where her Owner was taking her. Usually after being used, he'd take her into his bed and hold her until she fell asleep in his arms. Her mind jumped to the dream she had about being sold. Her heart began to pound. Reality and disbelief began to wash over her.

"Master, where are we going, Sir?" she asked hesitantly, frightened, still not willing to believe.

Her question was met with a sharp slap to her face. "Haven't I trained you any better than that, slave? You know better than to question me. Kneel!" he ordered.

Immediately, though a bit clumsily due to her bindings, she knelt. "What are you, slave?"

"I'm your property, your slave, Master."

"Property. To do with as I please. Correct?"

"Yes, Master", she said, trying to keep her voice from shaking but failing.

"Good. So, it's my desire that you serve another."

The slave fell to her Master's feet, kissing them, tears falling. He moved away from the groveling slave. "Contain yourself, whore!" he ordered. "You'll go with your new Owner and you'll serve him as well as you've served me."

The slave heard her Master walk away, heard the door shut as he left the house. She knelt back upright, forcing the tears to dry up. She felt like she was in a horrible dream. Her collar was removed and replaced with another one that was much wider under her chin at her throat. It forced her head to remain slightly raised. Her new Owner brushed his finger across her lips. She started to open her mouth, but realizing this, she made her lips remain still. She wouldn't open her mouth for him. His open hand landed hard across her cheek.

"Don't you ever deny me entry to any of your holes, whore. Now, open!" The slave hesitantly opened her mouth. His finger pushed into her mouth. Instinct and training beyond her control made her suck on the finger. As she sucked, he attached a leash to her collar. "Rise, but continue sucking my finger, whore. It's time to leave." The slave rose, making sure she continued sucking his finger as they left the house. She felt like an animal following a dangling carrot.

When they arrived at his van, she was placed inside a small wooden cage in the back. There was only room enough for her to crouch down on her knees inside, her head lowered between her shoulders. It was a very uncomfortable position and she hoped she wasn't going to be in the cage for long. It seemed forever before the van finally stopped and she heard her Owner get out and open the back door. Instead of letting her out of the cage, it was picked up by two individuals with her still inside and carried into the house. She was carried down a flight of stairs to what she assumed was the basement. Something sharp and pointed began poking and prodding her skin through the slats of the cage.

It wasn't particularly painful. More irritating than painful. The prodding continued non-stop. It made her jump and try to avoid the object, but there was nowhere to go. She felt cornered. She couldn't get away from this maddening prodding. For an hour it went on, never stopping. She become more and more frustrated. She began to get angry. She wanted to strike out at these people who were poking her, make them go away and leave her alone. All the anger, the hurt, the betrayal she felt came flooding out. Almost snarling, she began to curse them.

Immediately the prodding stopped and a painful shock coursed through her body, causing her to scream. Then the infernal prodding resumed. She thought she'd go crazy if it continued much longer. She began to curse her tormentors again. They stopped again, but this time, a much more painful shock touched her body. She couldn't help screaming from the pain. The sharp poking became more intense. It began to hurt. The pain from the shock had lingered longer, it drained her resistance.

Now, with the added continuous pain of the prods, she began to grow tired. She forced herself to remain silent as long as she could. She didn't want to feel the shock again. Yet when a prod poked her with unexpected force, she couldn't control herself. She heard her voice cry out in anger again, then felt the shock hit her. But this time, it wasn't just a single shock. This time, it hit her three times in rapid succession. Her screams of pain were continuous. She felt like she'd turned to Jell-O. She folded in on herself. The prodding resumed. Pain in her leg, her shoulder, her side, her foot, her leg again. They pushed their points harder into her skin. She jumped and cried out constantly but contained her anger.

She was terrified of another electric shock like the last one. She crouched lower in the cage, trying to make herself smaller. Maybe she could just disappear and the constant pain would stop. But it didn't stop. She was going crazy. She began to rock back and forth in the cage, screaming for them to stop. The shock that hit her this time seared into her body, almost knocking her unconscious. She huddled in the cage, dazed and in pain. The prodding continued, but she barely felt it. She had no energy left to fight it. When they saw she'd learned her first lesson, they stopped their prodding and left.

A short while later, the Owner opened the cage and drew the slave out of her confining quarters. As she tried to stretch her legs, pain shot up her legs. She cried out as blood rushed back into her cramping muscles. Slowly it subsided and she was finally able to straighten her legs. Her shoulders had long ago grown numb from being pulled behind her. Her Owner released her arms as well from the mittens. More pain. Would it never stop? She needed to pee. Badly. Somewhere she found the strength to ask him to allow her to go to the bathroom. Laughing, he gave her permission.

She began to get up but her muscles would not support her, and she slumped to the cold concrete floor. She tried to crawl, but it was too much effort and again she slumped wearily on the floor. She began to cry. She couldn't hold it in any longer. In humiliation she felt her urine begin to dribble out slowly, then flow out of her. The concrete around her grew wet. The icy cold spray of water from a hose shocked her from her humiliation. She tried desperately to get away.

"Remain still, animal, while you're cleaned!" his voice boomed.

The cruelty and the forcefulness of his voice made the slave stop where she was. The water stopped, and a hard bristle brush, filled with sudsy soap, began to move roughly across her stomach, arms and legs. She was ordered to turn over, and her back, the backs of her arms and legs, and her ass were cleaned as well. It felt like the brush was rubbing her skin raw. More pain. Then the cold water flowed forcefully over her body, washing the soap from her skin. When the cleaning was over, she lay shivering and curled in a ball, trying to get warm. She didn't care what happened now. She just wanted to get warm. Somewhere, someone was listening, because the next thing she felt was a rush of warm air blowing on her like a huge blow dryer. She uncurled her body and stretched out, letting the air evaporate the water and warm her. She rolled over and let the warm, heavenly air dry the rest of her body. It felt as wonderful as an orgasm, and she purred, forgetting the pain she'd endured.

She was completely unaware that her entire ordeal had been observed by a group of people behind a two-way mirror. The slave's Owner crouched down to the dozing slave. He brushed his finger across her lips, pleased that her mouth instantly parted and began sucking on his finger. He told her to rise and follow him. He noted he didn't have to remind her to continue sucking on his finger as she moved. He led her into a small room lined in mirrors. He extracted his finger from her suckling lips and removed her blindfold.

He allowed her a moment to adjust her eyes before placing her on a padded, waist-high table. He raised the top half of the table until the slave was at a 35 degree angle. He strapped her arms to the arm rests. Padded extensions under each of the animal's legs were raised until the animal's legs were bent and spread wide. He placed her feet in the stirrups and strapped down her thighs, calves and feet. The animal's eyes grew wide as she watched him insert a intravenous needle into the top of her hand. The liquid dripping down the IV tube from the bag hanging above her burned for a brief moment. In spite of the circumstances, she felt herself begin to relax. She began to float and sank deeper into the padded table.

The Owner threaded a nasal-gastric tube into her nose, down her throat and into her stomach. This would be her feeding tube. A Foley catheter was inserted in her urethra, and finally an enema tube was inserted into her ass. Both of the last tubes were clamped closed. He watched the animal closely while he prepared her and was pleased that there was no resistance in her eyes, only fear. His final act was to insert a large, remotely controlled vibrator into her cunt. The vibrator was turned off at the moment. The Owner placed his finger on her lips and felt his cock grow hard as she hungrily began sucking. He leaned down to her ear to whisper.

"That's it, whore, suck on your daddy's finger. Do you realize, at this moment, I control every bodily function you have: your eating, your pissing, your shitting, your pleasure.  You'll eat when I want you to eat, whether you're hungry or not. You'll piss and shit when I want you to, whether you feel you need to or not. You'll feel pleasure and pain whenever I desire. And you'll watch it all." He pulled his finger out with no warning.

The animal moaned loudly. Her eyes pleaded for the finger back, her mouth open. He turned the vibrator on for a couple minutes and watched her hips begin to move, her eyes close, heard her moans grow deeper. Then he stopped it. Her eyes shot open. He turned the vibrator on again for a few seconds, then stopped it again. Back on for a few more seconds and then off. Back on for a minute, letting her think it would last. Then off. It aroused him intently to control her like a puppet.

Her eyes showed her lust and her desperation. He bent down to whisper in her ear again. "I, and I alone, control every part of you, whore. Nothing belongs to you anymore. You're only my puppet. You can't move or feel unless I pull the strings to make it happen. Even when you don't see me, I control you." He stood up and left the room. 

He felt the slave follow him with her eyes, felt her emotions and her animal lust. He stood behind the two-way mirror to watch her as he activated the vibrator again. The others in the room watched as well. He let the vibrator run this time. The animal jumped slightly, and then settling into the vibrator, began to hump the air. Her head rocked back and forth, her body moved sensuously.

He spoke softly into a microphone. "Even when you don't see me, I control you." He turned the vibrator off. Immediately her hips fell to the table. She raised her head and looked wildly around for him. He could see the frustration and lust in her, her desperation to beg for release. He returned to the room. As he entered the room, he stopped and turned the vibrator back on. "Do not take your eyes off of me, cunt!" he commanded. Immediately her eyes were riveted to him.

He took another step and turned the vibrator off. Another step towards her, and he turned the vibrator on. Still her eyes remained on his. Vibrator off when he moved towards her. Another step and the vibrator went on. "I control all of you. I can control when you cum and when you don't. It doesn't matter what you want anymore. Only what I want and what will please me." He left the vibrator running. "You've been a spoiled little girl, haven't you, whore? Your former Masters always gave you what you wanted. They stopped the pain when you said you had enough, allowed you to be human sometimes. And you hated that, didn't you? Hated to be treated like a slave one moment and treated like something better the next. One minute you're expected to act like a slave, then expected to act like a responsible, independent, free thinking human the next."

He turned the vibrator on high. He saw her force herself to keep her eyes on him as an orgasm ripped through her body.

"It's my desire you serve, slave," the Owner said. He opened the feeding tube and let the liquefied nutrients enter the slave's body, then turned the vibrator on low and twisted and pulled on the slave's nipples. He didn't want her to cum. He just wanted her to feel aroused. When the bag of food was empty, he stopped the vibrator and stopped playing with her nipples.

"It is my desire that you pee, slave," he said. He released the clamp on the catheter tube and turned the vibrator back on low. He returned to playing with her nipples. He watched as the urine flowed out of her and into the tube. The slave sighed deeply from the release and from her excitement. He clamped the catheter tube and turned the vibrator off. He left the room and resumed observing her from through two-way mirror.

"My intention, Gentlemen, is to turn her into a totally sexual animal. During her training, whenever she is used or a procedure performed on her, she'll get sexual stimulation. Eventually, her mind will become conditioned, and consciously and sub-consciously she'll begin associating feeding with sexual pleasure, pissing or shitting with sexual pleasure, pain with sexual pleasure. Eventually, she'll be in a constant state of arousal. That constant state of arousal will make her easily manipulatable. In addition, I'm training her to become dependent upon me, which really isn't too hard."

"I just want to take her beyond the conscious dependency into a deeper, psychological dependency. The training takes a lot of work and time, but the rewards far outweigh any inconvenience."

He returned to the room. "It is now my desire to have your ass cleaned out." He unclasped the enema tube and let water flow slowly into her ass. He turned the vibrator on low and began to manipulate her nipples. It didn't take long for the bag of water to empty into her bowels. He ordered the slave to hold the water inside her. He then removed the tube and placed a container under her ass.

He continued to let the vibrator run. He enjoyed watching her strain to hold the water in while being sexually aroused at the same. He let her suffer a little longer and then told her she could release. At the same instant she began to expel the enema, he turned the vibrator on high. The effect was perfect. A cross between a howl and a deep sensuous moan escaped her mouth, and her whole body shuddered and seemed to collapse in on itself. Her orgasm continued for several seconds. He could almost see each wave of her orgasm rippling under her skin. He removed the container from under her and set it on a table, then spread a blanket over the exhausted and drained slave. She'd gone through a lot of stimulation and emotional upheaval over the past few hours, but he was pleased to see she was holding up well.

The Owner lightly brushed his finger over her lips, feeling her mouth instinctively open and draw his finger in to suckle. He let her suck until she fell asleep. During the following day, he put the animal through the same process. On the third day, he made sure all the tubes were securely attached before unstrapping her from the table and leading her outside for some exercise. She held his arm tightly, not quite feeling in control over her movements as they walked. He brushed his finger over her lips, letting her suck on his finger as he led her.

"You see, my pet. Even in walking you must depend on me to support you and to lead you. I'm quite pleased with your performance so far. There's a long way to go, though. There's much you'll have to endure. In the end, however, you'll act and think and feel as I wish you to. The slave you were when you came here will eventually disappear."

He put the slave through the same process for the rest of the week. On the eighth day, he removed the tubes from her. Wanting to keep her in a weakened condition to assist in lowering her mental resistance to her training, he rarely allowed solid food to enter her. The mild tranquilizer he continued to give her assisted as well.

She clung to him as he led her from the room where he placed her on a bed and then lay down beside her. "Curl up beside me, little girl. That's it, lay your head on my chest," he said soothingly. "Here, suck on my finger like a good girl while I hold you and stroke your hair." The slave did as he ordered and felt herself grow smaller and more vulnerable. Sucking on his finger and feeling the gentle touch of his hand soothed her. She curled up even closer to him. After being used for so long and in such an impersonal manner, this closeness made her feel like she'd died and gone to heaven.

"That's it, suck on Daddy's finger. You're Daddy's little girl, aren't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," the slave replied quietly, sounding indeed like a little girl.

"And you're going to make Daddy very proud of you, aren't you? You do want to make me proud, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy," the slave replied, "I'll make you very proud of me."

"Good girl. Here, suck on this other finger for Daddy." He stopped stroking her hair and offered her a finger from his other hand. She had to turn her head away from his chest in order to reach it, which exposed her breasts. His free hand moved down to her nipples where he slowly began to play with one. He heard her moan and felt her skin ripple under his hand as arousal traveled her body. He pulled and twisted her nipple harder, pushing her excitement level higher.

"That's it. Daddy makes his little girl feel good, doesn't he?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy," she said dreamily.

"But you know you have to be a good girl and always listen to Daddy if you want to feel this."

"I'll be a good girl. I promise, Daddy."

He abruptly stopped playing with her nipple. "Oh, Daddy, please don't stop, please. I'm sorry, Daddy. I'll be good," the little girl slave cried.

"That's how it will feel if you displease me."

"No, Daddy, I won't make you angry at me. I'll always listen to you and do whatever you want, Daddy. Just, please, don't stop. It feels so good." He smiled and began playing with her nipple again.

"There's someone else here who wants to help my little girl feel good. Oh yes, you like his fingers on your other nipple, don't you?" Her lust and moaning increased in response. She couldn't stop rubbing her cunt against her Owner's leg.

"That's it, sweetie. Daddy always makes his little girl feel good when she's pleased him." He gave a slight nod and they both stopped working her nipples. 

Daddy, please. Don't make it go away. Please!" she cried desperately.

"Daddy loves to hear his little girl beg him to use her and make her feel good, but you're not begging hard enough."

"Please, Daddy, I'll be a good little girl. I'll listen to you and do whatever you want me to do. Oh, Daddy, please. I beg you, please touch me. Please make me feel good. Please use me, Daddy. I want you to be proud of me. I'll be good, I promise."  They resumed playing with her nipples.

"Daddy wants to use your cunt to make him feel good."

"Yes, Daddy, please fuck me."

"And my friend here wants to use your mouth to please him, which means you'll be pleasing me there as well."

"Oh, yes, Daddy! Please use my mouth. I just want you to be proud of me."

"Good girl. Daddy's little girl. You've made me very proud." He moved down and spread her legs and pushed his throbbing hard cock deep inside her. His friend did the same in her mouth. They began fucking her at both ends. The slave responded, moaning and humping with abandon.

"Daddy thinks all your holes need using to prove how much you want to make me happy." He pulled out and pushed his cock into her asshole. feeling the resistance give way to complete openness. He was pleased she was so wet in both openings. As soon as he felt her asshole widen even more, he began fucking her ass, then her cunt, back to her ass, then her cunt. With each stroke, he alternated holes.

"That's it. Fuck Daddy, little girl. Please your daddy. Daddy loves fucking his little girl." Almost at the same time, the three of them came, filling her with cum.

The other man left then while the Owner moved up to lay beside his slave. She immediately curled up to him, almost in a ball. He gave her his finger to suck. "Daddy's so proud of his little girl," he murmured in her ear. She sighed contentedly. She snuggled closer and drifted off to sleep. He lay there a moment longer before rising. He chained and locked her collar to the head of the bed and left the room.      

To be continued...