Chapter 1

Lisa woke up slowly, before she even opened her eyes she was dreading the hangover she knew she was going to have ... God, how many Gin and T's did I have? Oh shit, am I in my room? I don't remember leaving that bar! ... Simultaneously with opening her eyes she tried to move. Her eyes worked fine, they hurt but they worked, ... Oh fuck, where is this? ... And then it registered, her arms were tied, tied to something! There were several minutes of scrambling as she tried to figure out what was going on. By twisting around she saw that her arms were shackled to some sort of institutional looking steel headboard, she was in a bed, it didn't seem very clean. There was a low indirect light, there were no windows and what looked like a steel door with a viewing slot, ... Am I in jail, what happened last night? ... Then she realized she was naked, that's when she started yelling. After five? ten? Who knew? She stopped her yelling to listen. Nothing, not a sound, not even a background hum ... Did that prick Bob have me kidnapped? ... She knew she had raked her ex over the coals in the divorce, but he deserved it, he left, not her. She got the house and all of the real estate business, but he still had plenty, plus that young fucking cunt that he took off with.

She tried yelling some more, now not only did her head hurt from last night but her throat was sore. She stopped to listen for anything and tried to piece together last night. She and two friends had left the convention at the hotel and gone out to dinner. They had hit too many hospitality suites and needed food. She remembered some appetizers at the bar and then, oh year ... the black guys! Lisa was born and bred in Alabama, last night, she and her friends thought it would be fun to flirt with niggers, no way they could do that back home and the guys seemed pretty college educated, not what she was used to ... Oh no, black pimps! They wouldn't want a 38 year old would they? ... Yeah but I look good since the divorce, 30 pounds lighter, new haircut, a little work around the eyes, a little boob lift ... Then she realized how bad she had to pee. It was maybe an hour later that Lisa wiggled as far as she could towards the edge of the bed and wet herself for the first time since she was three years old! She moved as quickly as she could to get back to the center of the bed to get away from her own piss, it didn't help, she must be on a rubber sheet, her urine followed her; as her pee cooled into cold piss her yells turned into screams. Later when she threw up she was able to get most of it off her bed.

She, dozed, fell asleep, passed out, anyway she woke up and smelled the urine and her sour vomit; she was past yelling, she just laid there and cried ... What ... what ... who ... she sort of remembered talking to some well dressed white guy, him? ... And then she discovered she had diarrhea! You can scream yourself hoarse, she keep trying to yell but all that came out were croaks. She never did find out how long she laid there but when she finally heard some noise as the bolts on her door were thrown she didn't care what she looked like, or what she smelled like, at that moment she would ave done anything, anything just to get the dried shit off of her. She was flopping on the bed to be sure that who ever was coming wouldn't miss her.

The first thing she saw was a woman about her age, white, in a cut off tee shirt, cut so short, she could see the bottom of the woman's tits, It wasn't until later that she could turn her head enough to see that the rest of her outfit was a pair of short shorts and a tool belt festooned with cleaning supplies! Lisa croaked questions, the woman held a finger to her lips in the universal signal for silence, Lisa keep trying to talk. The woman reached about her belt. Ripped off some duck tape and sealed Lisa's mouth, then finger back to lips. Now Lisa started flopping and kicking in earnest. Suddenly the woman had pulled out one of those police zip ties and Lisa's ankles were bound. Once again the woman put her finger to her lips and glared at Lisa. Afraid of what could be next, Lisa was still.

With practiced motions the silent woman had Lisa's hands hooked up to an overhead pulley and pressing a remote, Lisa felt herself lifted from the bed. As she hung there, the mute pushed her bed to the side. That's when Lisa saw the boy. Everything was so confused for her that Lisa never even thought about being naked in front of a young boy. Making a face, the boy stripped her befouled bed. She was twisting as she hung suspended, as she swung back she saw the boy spraying her mattress, the smell of disinfectant filled the room. The first jet of water hit Lisa unaware, she would have screamed if her mouth hadn't been taped shut. Using a long handled brush she was scrubbed clean. The bristles weren't that hard, but she had never scrubbed her ass or pussy or her poor improved tits. It hurt. Lisa was not used to being hurt. Her idea of pain was her divorce. Done with her bed, the boy rolled a portable toilet under her, the woman fiddled with the buttons and Lisa was lowered onto a toilet. With just face and hand motions, the woman made it clear she was going to take the tape off her mouth if Lisa was quiet. Lisa couldn't have nodded agreement any harder. At least the woman was gentle and slowly pulled off the tape. Now as she sat of the toilet her hair and face were washed. Lisa wanted to brush her teeth, the taste of vomit was still there, but there was no way to ask, so with bound hands she tried to mimic brushing, the woman gave her some mouthwash, after gargling and swishing it around in her mouth she looked for a place to spit. The woman made motions that she should spit on the already wet floor. Lisa hadn't spit in public since grade school. Of course some ran down her chin. More sign language and it was clear it was time for Lisa to get off the pot. Desperate to not lay in her own shit again, she managed to push out a small turd. The boy came forward with some wadded up toilet paper, Lisa reached for it and got her hand slapped by the woman! More sign language and Lisa had to spread her legs and bend over as the boy first blotted her cunt and then wiped her ass. Lisa's tears were of shame and confusion, nothing in her life prepared her for this, nothing! The boy pushed the toilet away and then pushed the bed back to where Lisa was still attached to the overhead pulley. Now the woman pulled out a stun gun, at first through her tears, Lisa didn't know what it was, but when she saw her bed get zapped, she understood ... The woman made it clear; any trouble and it was Watt City for Lisa. As desperate as Lisa was to ask why, she quietly got back into the bed as her hands were manacled back to the head board. The woman left Lisa while the boy squeegeed the rest of Lisa's shower water into the floor drain, When the floor was dry the boy put away all the various cleaning equipment in a cabinet and locked it with a key from around his neck. Then he walked over and just looked down at her. There was no way she could cover her tits but she did cross her legs trying to at least cover something. Without a change in expression the boy reached down and pinched her upper thigh hard, when she jerked he switched legs, Lisa got the message, and spread her legs. The boy reached out and grabbed one of her nipples, and slowly lifted her tit up by the nipple. It seemed he was doing it out of curiosity rather than trying to hurt her, he did the same with the other tit. Then his hand slid down her stomach to slid through her pubic hair.

Lisa thought she saw an opportunity, "Why" she croaked. The boy pinched the fatty flesh next to her vagina hard, she yelled hurting her throat again. All the boy did was put his finger to his lips and then went back to touching her. He slid a finger into her, but it was curiosity not sex. He held the finger up to his nose and curled his lip. Quickly he put the finger to her lips, she understood and immediately sucked and licked the finger clean. As the boy pulled his finger out of her mouth he smiled for the first time. Then he turned and left. His throwing of the bolts were the last sound she heard for several hours.

Lisa woke with a start, trying to move reminded her of where she was, She went back to trying to remember last night? Well the last time she was dressed. She was talking to a white guy, there had been some sort of argument with the black guys then ... She couldn't remember. Isn't somebody looking for her? Her friends from the convention? Well not friends, people she knew, A sort of memory came back of her friends saying let's head back, and her telling them she was going to stay ... Oh god, if they look for her, they'll think she went off with the niggers! ... Maybe they wouldn't call the police, thinking she was having a fling. The office, they should worry, somebody has to be looking for her, please.

The light and temperature never changed, it was the third, no maybe the sixth time the woman and boy showed up that she broke down and asked, "Why, me,. what's going..." that was as far as she got, the woman hit her so hard in first one tit and then the other that she screamed and kept screaming until she got duct taped again. The woman's expression never changed, just that finger to the lips thing. As She left the boy came over to her and pulled at her boobs and they hurt so bad all Lisa could think of was breast cancer. This time his finger lingered in her pussy, now he was exploring; left, right, up, down, when she jumped from him hitting her clit. He looked up at her face as his finger went back to her clit, with her mouth taped shut it was hard to show appreciation but she tried. After a minute or so, he removed his finger and left Lisa hanging on the edge of the great O. He looked at her taped mouth and Lisa hopes started to raise,. Then he took his wet finger and dried it in her hair.

Several washes and feedings later there was a change in routine. As she laid there the woman put a leather collar on her neck, the collar was locked with a small padlock. The woman pulled out a pair of pliers and broke the key in front of her. Now with a wave of the stun gun Lisa was hooked to the overhead pulley by a hook on the back of her collar. Apparently as a warning Lisa was hauled to her tip toes by the pulley and her collar. The woman left her there for several minutes before relenting and giving her some slack. Until she was let down, Lisa hadn't realized she couldn't even swallow when held that way. A scale was brought in and when Lisa read the dial she found she had lost another ten pounds since the last time she had gotten on a scale. Now an exercise program started. Still hooked to the overhead pulley she was running in place and doing sit ups and a workout that including something like that TV thigh-master, one for her legs and the other for her arms, At first she tried to stop wen she felt she was tired. The woman just placed the stun gun in her crotch and Lisa was back on the treadmill running as hard as she could! The arm one was immediately understood after five minutes the muscles across her chest ached. After each workout, she would be raised to almost tiptoe as the boy wiped her down. He continued to finger her and she keep trying to get off on it. But she no longer thought about talking and never once did the boy or the woman change their expression. Lisa was trying to formulate a plan to fondle the boy, she thought that if she could grab his dick he couldn't be any different than her husband. Once you touched his dick, you owned him. She kept trying and somehow the boy was never where her hand thought he should be. No change in lighting, no sound at all, same dull food every meal, her life was exercise, food, wash shit piss, wipe up back to bed. Time had no meaning, Lisa was beginning to think she was going insane, she was looking forward to the boy pulling her tit or sticking a finger in her. Every time she used the potty she looked forward to being wiped.

One day there was a major change in her life. She had been weighed and had lost another 2 pounds. She was brought back to the bed and the overhead cable was adjusted so she could now sit on one side of the bed. When she went to put out her arms behind her to be cuffed until the next exercise program the woman shook her head no! Then her hands were put in her lap. Then slapped away with vigorous head shakes and brandishing of the stun gun. Then the same show was done with her boobs. The message was clear, no playing with herself. She woke up the next morning and found her hands at her pussy. She jerked them away. But after a minute or so she was back to fingering her clit ... Just one, so long, I need it ... Boy and the woman came flying into her cell. The first stun was right on a nipple. When she came to, she was suspended from the overhead, both the woman and the boy had lengths of electric cable in their hands. As she screamed that it was a mistake, that she was asleep, that she didn't know what she was doing, they beat her. One on each side; as she jerked and writhed they hit her everywhere, from tits to knees. It seemed to go on forever. And in her head, she keep hearing ... breast cancer ... Twice she remembered direct hits on a nipple, that was the worst she thought. She pissed herself, she shit herself and it still went on. Finally the hose came out and they washed the piss and shit off of her. Both the boy and the woman dried her gently and even more gently applied some sort of ointment to her welts. Then she was lowered to the bed and with gestures she spread her legs as instructed. When the boy brought his arm back over his head she fainted. The pain woke her. Same instructions, this time it was the woman with the cable in her hand. As the woman started her swing Lisa clamped her legs together. Not a word from either of them. The woman handed the boy the stun gun. Lisa violently shook her head no and took her hands and held her thighs wide. For the very first time, the woman smiled. Lisa fainted again from the blow directly in her pussy. She woke to the boy gently rubbing ointment into her crotch. Then he reached into her cunt and started working her G spot! It had been so long, she came almost at once. The boy smiled, and pulled out a set of boxing gloves.

... No more, I'll die ... anything, no more beatings ... As if reading her mind, the boy smiled and laced the gloves on her and left her chained to the bed. She sure wasn't going to be playing with herself with those 16 ounce gloves on!. With one last smile the boy left. Once again, no noise, completely alone, only change was, now she couldn't even scratch her nose if it itched. Of course it did!

She awoke and almost instantly knew there was someone else in the room with her, keeping her eyes closed as much as possible she tried to look around the room. A voice came from behind her head. "Awake are we?Very good, it's time we discussed your future training. The night we met you were pretty vocal about what you were going to do to men and blacks in particular. You're here for some basic behavior modifications and specific training as a domestic." Try as she would, she could not turn her head enough to see who was talking to her

"Don't worry about looking at me, you will soon see me all the time. The other night you were complaining about what a prick your ex was and then you gave quite a rant about how the only thing worse than your ex were niggers. That may fly in Alabama but it doesn't go over too well in a downtown Chicago restaurant. I bought you from two of the black couples that were going to take you somewhere. I was able to convince them that I could teach you a better lesson than they were. Now's the time you say thank you." She was turning her head trying to see who was talking. "It wasn't for me, you'd be on some street corner doing 20 dollar blow jobs strung out on Meth, say thank you!"

She gambled that it was safe to talk, "Thank you" it had been so long, her voice sounded funny in her ears, ... is that my regular voice?...

"I decided that as long as you were destined to be whore, you might just as well be my own private one. You seemed to be the right height, nice looking ass and tits, liked your hair, and best of all you were an out of towner. So now you belong to my family. My son is turning 13 and needs a woman of his own, when we are done with your preliminary training you will be given to him, He is a child but he is your master, no your owner, Never say no to him! Your tits, ass, cunt and mouth are only to serve him. He might want to share you with some of his friends, if so you will try to be the best fuck they every had just to make him proud!

Before we go any further, let me explain some of the rules. You never talk unless spoken to. You obey my wife and son, just as you will obey me. You will fuck and suck when told to. There is no escape and you will soon find that you're happier here than you ever could have been anywhere else. Now I'm going to let you up, the stun gun I have is twice the power of the one I gave the woman. I'm going to give you a questionnaire. Some of the answers I know already, others I will be able to check on. Answer all questions, do not lie! Punishment here is swift and unforgiving." Then she felt her neck collar being unclipped from the pulley and on to something else. She was steered over to a mirror, she was shocked, her face had been made up, completely different than she had ever done. A little garish but not to bad, she had been given a new haircut, short, a razor cut, all in all it looked very good on her. Her eye makeup reflected the reddish tint in her hair. She noticed that for the first time in this room, she had some clothes on. If you can call a dress cut so one breast was completely exposed and a hem line that barely covered her crotch, there was no way she could walk in this and not expose herself ... Damn, I look good... "Memorize the makeup, I want you always looking good. I may want to share and show you to others. In the mirror, she finally caught a glimpse of who was behind the voice ... Looks young, younger than me, what's that ... As he cruelly turned her to a table she had never seen before, she saw that 'that' was a yoke handled stick, something like a big weed eater handle, with the yoke he could turn her neck collar anyway he wanted to. She was steered to a chair. When seated she felt her collar being switched from the handle to a clip on the back of her chair. Both the chair and the table were bolted to the floor. There was a four page questionnaire in front of her along with a dull marker pen. She started to read the questions, There was an electric crackle in one ear, as he triggered the stun gun. "Answer the questions, don't read ahead!"

The standard info had already been machine filled in, name, age, last address, last job ... last! ... The first open blank was next of kin, and who to notify in case of death or severe injury! She started crying again, but quietly! There were the standard health questions; had she ever had, had any one in her family had, operations, dates but lot more details; who was surgeon, reason for, any side effects. There was a whole section on sex. And it was broken down by oral, anal, vaginal and other. Each section wanted to know; first time, who, how often, most liked, least liked; person and why; act and why.

Then there were the fantasy questions; who would she most like to fuck, least., suck. What one thing in her like would she like to take back, do over. And then there were two pages of those multiple choice personality questions. She filled out every answer even though her new boss, master owner was holding the controls to her body. Then it was to another table for a pre poured glass of water and then the porta potty. She just automatically got up turned and bent over, waiting to get wiped. She felt as if she had graduated from college when there was a gentle tug on her neck and she heard, "No, I don't wipe, do yourself, but let the boy do it when he's around, he is so in love with you."

She was steered back to her bed and her neck clipped into place. "OK Lisa, first order, jill off for me, I want to watch." Her hands went immediately to her cunt and clit. He watched her pussy for a while and then he moved in order to watch her face close up, as she came. At first she thought having his face six inches above her would stop her from getting off, but once she started touching herself it was a self feeding firestorm. Soon she had forgotten anyone was there, all that was there was her clit and her fingers and a slight hope that she might live after all. As she came she was surprised to fell her lips being kissed; with her cumming her tongue went automatically into Sir's mouth, she jerked back afraid of her impetuousness, but all she got was a smile. "don't worry, you'll learn and we'll all teach you.

She went to sleep thinking, ... wife, son, we'll all teach, private whore, bought, I was bought? Hair looked nice. Belong to a 13 year old? He seems young ... Somebody must be looking for me ... And once again she cried herself to sleep.

The next morning the woman came in with a clip board. The boy had a cattle prod. She was fed the usual gruel and she was sat down at the table, now with a mirror and a makeup kit. It was a little girls fantasy kit, all the colors of the rainbow. The woman put down a picture of herself, made up as she was yesterday. She didn't remember any photos and in this one her eyes were closed, was I asleep?, did they knock me out? With pointed fingers she was told to get to work. After about a half an hour she was done. She turned to the woman, the woman shook her head no. Lisa was upset, this is pretty good ... she nodded her head yes and gave a thumbs up sign. The woman nodded to the boy and she fell off the chair as the boy zapped her low on her spine!

Laying on the floor she started to yell, two fingers went to two mouths; she bit off her scream. Both the boy and the woman offered no help as she got slowly off the floor. Once she was back in the chair the woman tapped her made up photo hard and put her stun gun against her tit ... The boy grabbed her by a tit to hold her in place as he wiped her face with cold cream to remove the misapplied makeup. The way the boy held her by her breast was more demeaning than being naked all the time. She had always been proud of her boobs, other girls in high school had bigger ones, but in the showers after sports she never saw anyone who had better shaped or proportioned knockers than she did. Now the boy was using one of her pretty boobies as nothing more than a handle. She had thought that she was developing some sort of connection with him, but here she was being held by a breast as if he didn't want her to get him dirty. She spent a week, putting on and taking off makeup, if it was done wrong, the boy would drag her to the sink and clean her face. If she wasn't up to the woman's standard twice in a row, it was tha stun gun to a boob. She was, except for food and the toilet let alone for a couple of days, but every morning she put on a 'new' face. She woke up one morning and realized that he was behind her again. She laid still until he said hello.

"Hello sir"

"I came down to watch you put on makeup. Make up your face as if you were going to wear an electric blue dress." With his steering stick and the collar he drove her to the toilet and then to the makeup table. The woman came in with a folded dress so she could see the color. Lisa knew this was some sort of test. In her new world she was terrified of failing the test, whatever it was. After a half hour of adjusting colors she turned from the mirror to see if he approved. She was stopped. Mid turn, she was stopped by a jerk on her collar, "I can see the mirror, put on the dress!" She was unclipped! This was the first time she could remember not being under control by someone or something! The dress slipped over her head and nestled against her hips. It was low cut enough that she showed a nice shadow of cleavage. It was just a face mirror and she wanted a full length mirror because she thought she really looked good. He angerly grabbed her by the chin and the woman by the tit. He shook the woman left to right as he swung her tit, her body had no choice but to follow.

"Look! " and he pointed at the eyeshadow, "Look", and he stuck his thumb in her mouth and using his fingers rubbed her rouge out on a cheek. It hurt, hurt a lot, but Lisa was scared to move, scared to cry out. Out of a corner of her eyes she saw that the woman had tears in her eyes, the tit shaking had hurt her a lot. "See, see!"

The woman said "Yes sir" all Lisa could do was try to nod with a thumb inside her mouth.

The thumb came out of her mouth and suddenly ripped the dress right off of her, Lisa didn't even try to cover herself, later she thought about that while chained in bed; was she too surprised or too frightened of him to move? There was no doubt she was terrified of him, of the situation, and most of all of what ever her future was going to be. She had no idea of how long she had been captured, but she had learned the first rule of being a prisoner, do your own time, don't get involved. She was starting to get institutionalized.

"Well?" The boy grabbed her hand and pulled her to the sink, cold cream. Wipe, hot towel, cold cream, wipe. She was led back to the table by an elbow. As the boy pushed her into the chair in front of the mirror, the man backhanded the boy right to the floor. "When I'm not here you grab my cunt's tit, be man enough to grab it when I'm here!" He turned to her, "Fix your face right this time."

The room was filled with an occasional sniffle as Lisa worked as fast as could, but making sure she did her makeup as he wanted. She turned and stood, facing him. He grabbed her chin and moved her face to catch all the light available in the dim room. "Good" And he left the room with the door clanking behind him.

Lisa went to the boy still on the floor, she kissed the little trickle of blood coming from the corner of his mouth; the woman joined her on the floor and they all hugged each other and cried together. Lisa took the boy's hand and put it on her tit, she tried to kiss the woman, but the woman turned her head as if in shame. The next morning when Lisa was unchained she took extra care with her makeup. The new routine was wake up; toilet, breakfast gruel, makeup, each time with a different colored piece of cloth.

One wake up period; she never did know if they were days or not, sometimes she would be woken and feel that she had only slept for a couple of hours, others she would wake and lay alone for what seemed like hours before boy or woman came for her, after her toilet, the woman opened a wooden case and showed her a set of what had to be dildos. There were two rows, one thick and one thin. The woman took off the tattered sort of dress she was wearing and wiped the longest thick one with an oiled rag. She bent over and the boy effortlessly inserted the ten inch monster into her. The boy, pulled Lisa's tit and pointed at the woman's puss. The dildo was in all the way, barely a half inch protruding from her. The boy grabbed the end and stroked the woman several times, then he took Lisa's hand and put it on the dildo end and made an in and out motion,

Almost more shocking to Lisa than seeing that monster easily slid into the woman was to put her hand on it and feel it vibrating. She actually jumped back as if shocked. The boy pulled out a stun gun and she put her hand pack on the vibrating monster. Grabbing her wrist, she and the boy masturbated the woman. Soon the boy had moved her hand to get a better grip on the dildo, now he had her sawing at the woman's pussy. Up, Down,. Left, Right; soon Lisa realized that they must be massaging the woman's G spot. The woman confirmed it with a moan and now Lisa noticed that the woman's legs were trembling! With a cry, the woman fell to the floor and Lisa found herself standing in the middle of a concrete room holding a wet vibrating dildo. The boy hit a switch on the base and took her hand and brought the dildo to her lips.

A week, a month, a year ago, Lisa would never had allowed this but now she knew that her licking the dildo clean was as inevitable as sunrise. She could taste the lube, she could taste the plastic, but more than anything she could taste the sex, the woman! It was a connection, it tasted good. The boy smiled, and after he wiped the big one clean and replaced it in the case he pulled and prodded at the woman to get her on her hands and knees. Then he took the longest of the thinner dildos and after lubing it, handed it to Lisa and smiled. Her very first response was to shake her head no, no! The boy got a sad look and pulled the stun gun out as he advanced on Lisa. Lisa was down on her knees next to the woman stroking her ass as she kept her eyes on the stun gun. With hand and head gestures the boy hurried her to bugger the woman. The woman turned her head from the floor, looked back and gave Lisa a small smile of permission.

Lisa had only been ass fucked twice in her life, once by her husband a week before their final separation and once after a date when she had been too drunk to know what was happening until there was a dick up her ass. Her husband's reaming was the final straw in a rapidly unraveling marriage and she was sure that he had only cornholed her because he knew it was over and wanted to touch all bases before he left. She knew the date was a bad idea before they were half way through dinner, but she was lonely and she invited the guy in for one drink when they got to her house. Both times Lisa found a universal truth, Guys don't take their dicks out until they come! Both times, her asshole ached for a week. Because of her history she was very loving to the woman; with it vibrating in her hand, she gently rubbed around the woman's asshole, gently teasing with a little pressure here and there and then a retreat. She was shocked when the woman reached back grabbed her wrist and shoved the dildo in her ass. Shocked yes, but this time the boy didn't have to direct her, she was stroking the woman as lovingly as she could. She heard a pleased sigh from the woman and on her own without any prompting started exploring the woman's ass as she and the boy had done her pussy earlier. With a muffled groan the woman fell flat on her stomach pulling the dildo out of Lisa's hand. Lisa followed her to the floor and remembering how she liked a little movement after a regular cum, slowly and gently moved the dildo a half inch up and down with a slow twisting motion. The woman turned her head and kissed Lisa. Lisa cried, but for the first time, they were tears of happiness, someone loved her! When the boy pulled the dildo from the woman's ass, Lisa didn't even need to be shown the stun gun, she licked it clean and was surprised, it was different in taste from a pussy but no worse, she could do this!