He was going to brand her. Emmy remembered now that was the next thing he promised for the day. A painful, searing mark burned into her flesh to permanently remind her that she was a slave. Her owner tied a gag between her teeth and around her head.
“You can bite this,” he said and finished the knot. It was silk, too. Her owner certainly like silk and Emmy liked being restrained with it. It felt soft, smooth, and sexy.
Emmy felt him rub alcohol on her upper right butt cheek.
“I almost hate to mark this perfect surface,” he said and rubbed a little more. “But, well, it is part of being a slave. You will be such a beautiful branded and collared slave.”
Emmy held her breath, waiting for the pain. He stood beside her where she could see him now, see the flame of the torch.
“Shh,” Chester Bradley purred. He was finishing the heating; she could see his eyes intently eyeing the color of the glowing metal.
It was quiet, the torch was off. Chester Bradley moved in behind her, out of sight.
Emmy yelled as the iron touched her flesh. She smelled the burning of her own skin, cried out in pain and shock. She bit down hard on the gag, grateful for that release. As suddenly as the pain started, it eased, and the iron was taken away. Now, it was the throbbing of a burn.
Emmy sobbed from the pain. Her owner climbed on the bed behind her and, even as she cried from her branding, pushed his cock into her still wet pussy. He untied her gag as he slid into her.
“I own this now,” he said, and thrust deep into her warm depths. “Pussy, ass, mouth. Body and soul, you are an object and I own you.”
“Yes, Master,” she answered in a half moan, half sob. This was almost all too intense, all she could do was react and ride the intense experience. He was rougher, more intense than he had been last night. This was not the gentle older lover; this was the Master using his slave. The pleasure, the satisfaction of being who she needed to be, built rapidly. She had endured so much pain in these last few minutes, this was a welcome change.
Emmy relaxed, letting the knowledge of her bondage fill her. It was a distraction when her next climax washed over her.
“Thank you, Master,” she moaned. Then, almost as an afterthought, added. “I love you, Master.”
“And I own you, Emmy,” he moaned and came in her pussy. “Body, mind, and soul.”
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Epilogue 1-Emmy and Chester Bradley
On Friday, Chester Bradley began programming Emmy while he fucked her. The increased arousal and weakened defenses allowed his ability to deeply penetrate and take hold. She would be a perfect slave, never try to escape or harm her owner or anyone else. Much of this was reinforcing her natural personality, but he also added a few things. If one knew how to command her, and there were a couple of ways of this, she could be commanded to “freeze”. She would be completely immobile and then, with another work to activate her, could be given other commands. He also reinforced the defenses he had put in earlier. She could be controlled, but not by everyone and not to the complete destruction of her self. She would always be Emmy in there, even if controlled by another.
Emmy would never be aware of this. There would be gaps in her memories, but she simply ignored those, they were not supposed to be important to her. Whenever he said “listen” in a certain tone of command, and she felt that certain pressure in her head, her mind opened to his commands. Only Chester Bradley, and a rare few others with the same ability, could create the commands; but anyone who knew the right command word could use them.
It allowed Chester Bradley to quickly train her on giving good head. The programming disabled her gag reflex (at least for cocks) and when he gave her instructions, they stayed. He only had to have her suck a cock once and she was a pro. Of course, he made sure that she had lots of practice time, too. This feature would add greatly to her price. Should he ever sell her, of course.
Emmy never went home, never saw her bedroom again. For the rest of the holiday weekend, she was with Chester Bradley. He took her to museums, they saw the Yankees play (a 4-1 loss to the Bluejays), caught a Broadway Show of “Oh! Calcutta!” (she found it tame compared to the show she saw her first night). And, in every moment he could, Chester Bradley was inside Emmy. Mouth, pussy, and ass all got ample attention as he savored and enjoyed every moment he could with his beautiful young slave.
On Tuesday morning, when her parents might be arriving home, she left with Chester Bradley in the big Lincoln. He was taking her on her first leg to Warm Springs Canyon College. Her owner gave her a letter from her mother to read on the way:
Dear Emmeline,
If you are reading this then you signed the papers and are a slave, just like I did so many years ago. I am a submissive, just like you. And, just like you, a Roper found me. Only my enslaver was not as noble or kind as Chester Bradley, and I suffered many ordeals. You are going to be found and enslaved, you are too beautiful and too submissive not to be found by someone who will want to own you.
When Chester Bradley was able to program you just by touching your shoulder, I knew you would be easy prey. I made arrangements with Chester Bradley to ensure your safest entrance into this world.
You need to experience this world. This is who you are and if you were never branded, collared, and enslaved as a sex toy; you would feel like some big part of you is missing. You are young, healthy, and beautiful; rejoice in your bondage and all the amazing sex you are going to get!
In some ways, I envy you. You are beginning a journey I am far along. The uncertainty, the newness, so many firsts! So much that you will see and do and have done to you! It is an adventure!
I will be in touch with you as I am permitted.
I love you,
-Mom
Ps-your father never did free me. I am his wife, but his slave, too.
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Epilogue 2-Grace Marie
Grace got the call from Chester Bradley she had been expecting. It was done. He had enslaved her daughter and thoroughly deflowered her. He had also programmed in defenses, barriers that Mostafa Maleki could not get around. No matter what else happened, no one would fully control her daughter. Her plan had worked.
Now her daughter had a full life full of new experiences and adventures ahead of her. Parts of it might be tragic and painful, but there was so much life to live.
Feeling genuinely good about herself for the first time in many years, she finished her drink. Grace took a deep breath and walked back down to the orgy that was in full swing.