Training a Young Slave


Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft, Fa/ft, NonConsensual, Rape, Slavery, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, BDSM, Spanking, Rough, Humiliation, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, .

Desc: Fiction Sex Story: A teenaged girl is taken off the streets and introduced to the training to be a sex slave.

Master Jim was 30-years-old, stood 5'10", and weighed a fit 190 pounds. His wife, Mistress Dora was 28-years-old, 5'7", 125 pounds, with dark brown shoulder length hair, and a nice C-cup rack of tits she enjoyed showing off. All and all they were a typical appearing young couple. A couple who happened to enjoy the training and keeping young slaves.

As their titles implied, Jim and Dora enjoyed a lifestyle of training and dominating slaves. They prefered young ladies. Young ladies whom they took into their home on the pretext of helping them over a rough period in the girls' lives. Once in their home, the girls left only when they were sold, or died.

Jim and Dora lived in a large rural home which had three levels, including a basement. Due to their life style as Master and Mistress, their home hand been designed and built with an extensive Closed Circuit TV system, electronically activated magnetic locks on all the doors, and various other security measures. There were also several hidden rooms. The most used of which was a sound proof jail like basement. It could only be accessed by a stairwell hidden behind a sliding panel in the den. The basement had been divided into many small rooms that ranged from a simple cell to a comfortable bed room.

On one particular summer evening, Jim and Dora were bored. They had no one to play with. Another master had made them an offer too good to turn down. So, their most recent slave, an 18-year-old redhead, had been sold.

With their rural home so quiet, and no one to play with, Jim and Dora decided to treat themselves to a nice dinner out. They selected an upscale restaurant in the heart of a nearby mid-sized city.

It was still early evening as Jim and Dora were led to their requested seats near the restaurant's front window. From these seats, there was a beautiful view of the nearby river and adjoining park. As the sun set, a full moon bathed the entire scene in a soft glow. That moon glow allowed continued good visibility of the park.

After ordering drinks, they began quietly chatting about where they were going to find their next 'playmate.' 'Playmate' was a term they used in place of 'slave' when they were in public. It was so expensive to buy a trained slave. Plus, previously owned slaves always required time and effort to retrain them. They all had some bad habits to be trained out of them. They reasoned that if they were going to go to all the trouble to train another slave, it may as well be a new one.

Finally, Jim said. "I guess we'll just have to find a fresh girl to train, Dora. I know their sometimes tough to find, but the training of a fresh girl is always so much fun."

"You're right as usual, Jim. I just wish we had someone to play with tonight." Dora sighed.

"I know, dear. Be patient. Some one will come along soon enough. They always do. It may take a while, but don't we always find a girl to train?" Jim consoled his wife as they finished their first drink.

"I know, but I would really like to have someone to play with tonight." Dora complained.

The waiter returned and they ordered steaks for dinner along with another drink. As the waiter left to get the drinks, Jim and Dora held hands and gazed out the window at the nearby park.

After several minutes of looking toward the park, Dora excitedly exclaimed in a strained whisper. "Jim, did you see that?"

"See what, dear?" He asked.

"Over there. Near that small stand of trees at the edge of the park. There! There she is again. There's a girl in those trees, and she seems to be watching us."

"Yes! I see her. She does seem to be watching us, or at least she's looking at this restaurant. Do you think she's hungry?" Jim asked.

"I hope so. Jim, why don't you go see if she would like to join us for dinner. We can decide if she fits our needs during dinner."

Jim smiled at Dora, kissed her hand, and slipped out the restaurant's side door. He quietly approached the stand of trees from the side. Before the girl even knew he was there, Jim stood close behind her. Her clothes were filthy, and so was she. The girl was in serious need of a bath. Though she wasn't rank, she did smell a little ripe. Her face smudged with dirt, her honey blond hair matted, and her clothing seemed to have been worn for several days.

He softly spoke. "Hi! My name is Jim."

With a startled gasp, the girl jumped and turned to face a smiling Jim. "I ... I ... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bother you. I'll be going now."

"Are you hungry? Would you like to join my wife and me for dinner?" Jim asked.

Hanging her head, she replied. "No. I'll be going now."

"Nonsense! You look hungry. When was the last time you had something to eat? Never mind! You will join us for dinner, won't you?" Jim insisted.

The girl replied. "I am hungry, but I'm not dressed to go into such a nice place."

Holding his hand out to the bedraggled young lady, he told her. With his commanding voice, Jim insisted. "You let me worry about that young lady. Now, come with me."

She hesitated briefly then tentatively placed her trembling hand in Jim's strong grasp. She didn't realize it, but Jim did. She had just obeyed her first command from him.

As Jim led her through the restaurant's front door, they were approached by the head waiter. "Sir, I'm sorry, but we have a dress code here. The young lady doesn't meet it. I'm afraid she'll have to leave."

The girl started to turn, but Jim held her hand firmly. Reaching into his pocket, he produced a $50.00 bill. Handing it to the head waiter, Jim said. "I think the young lady's clothing is quite sufficient for tonight. Don't you?"

The waiter looked at the fifty, pocketed it, and, with a smile, said to the girl. "Enjoy your dinner ma'am."

The young lady smiled at Jim and held his hand just a little tighter.

Jim escorted the girl to the window table where Dora was seated. Dora stood and indicated the girl was to sit next to the window. "Sit here, my dear." That placed her between Jim and Dora. "I hope you don't mind, but when I saw you coming with Jim, I ordered you a steak for dinner. What's your name, my dear?"

"Connie, Ma'am. Thank you for asking me to dinner."

"Well Connie, what brought you to be hiding in those trees tonight? You were hiding weren't you? Are you hiding from an irate husband or boyfriend, or maybe the law?" Dora asked.

"Oh no, Ma'am. It's nothing like that. I don't have a boyfriend, and I'm too young to have a husband." Connie giggled.

"What about the law? Are you hiding from the law?" Jim inquired.

Dora noted that Jim's last question seemed to have struck a nerve with Connie. She put her arm around the girl, and with a grin asked. "So, you're running from the law, huh? What did you do? Rob a bank, kill someone, get involved in dealing drugs? It's OK. You can tell me. Jim and I would never turn you in. By the way, just how old are you, Connie?"

Connie hesitated.

Dora hugged Connie and used a voice that oozed authority. "Well? What did you do?"

"I'm sorry Ma'am. It's nothing like that at all. Two days ago I ran away from a group home. I'm only 16-years-old, and I'm afraid they may have called the cops on me."

"Group home? What kind of group home, Connie?" Jim asked.

Connie hung her head but said nothing.

Firmly, Dora asked. "Connie, how can we help you if you clam up? Answer me, please!"

Connie swallowed a bite of steak and responded. "Yes Ma'am. It was a home for troubled teens. Mom said she couldn't handle me or my arguing any more. She didn't like my friends and yelled at me when I hung out with them. She said they were trouble. Some of my friends did get in trouble, but I never did anything wrong to be put in that jail. She said she'd come and get me when I learned to quit arguing with her." Tears had started to flow down Connie's cheeks as she told her story.

"So, your mother simply threw you away like so much trash!" Dora emphasized the word 'trash.'

Connie continued to hang her head and said. "I guess so."

Jim grinned and winked at Dora who almost imperceptibly nodded. They had silently agreed that Connie met their needs and would be their next slave.

With a smile, Dora told Connie. "Finish your steak, dear. You'll come home with us for a while. You can shower and I'll take you shopping for some new clothes. What you're wearing has seen much better days."

"I don't know if I..."

"It's settled!" Connie was interrupted by Dora. With a sharp stare, Dora firmly told Connie. "You will stay with us for a while. Agreed?"

"Yes Ma'am." Connie was quickly learning not to argue with Jim and Dora.

"That's much better. We don't like arguing either, but we won't throw you away like your mother did. We'll teach you why it is best for you to not argue with us."

What Dora meant was they'd be training Connie to obey all their commands without question or discussion. Obstinate or argumentative behavior would soon result in painful disciplinary measures.

Jim interrupted. "If you girls are done gabbing, let's get going. I want to get home in time to watch the game on TV. You two can go shopping while the game is on."

"Yes, Sir. Are you ready Connie?" Dora responded with a smile on her lips.

"Yes Ma'am." Connie replied. Connie was smiling as well.

"Okay then, let's go!" Jim firmly said. Leaving the money on the table to pay the check and a nice tip, he rose and led Dora and the teenaged girl to his car.

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