Princess Alana

Chapter 7: A Bonus Slavegirl

"Hi, Princess," said Kelly.

"Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Meredith, pulling away from Alana and using one arm to cradle and hide her breasts while using the other to cover her sex. "I'm so sorry Grace. I don't know what got into me."

"Nonsense," replied Grace as she crossed the room and gave Meredith a kiss on the cheek. "What are you talking about?"

"Naked," stammered Meredith. "I'm naked."

Grace smiled and then stepped in front of Meredith, grasping a wrist and drawing the protecting arms away from the redhead's body. "Of course you are. Quite naked. And quite beautiful."

"Oh god," groaned Meredith although she did not struggle against Grace's grip, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Grace. Meredith glanced at Alana looking for reassurance but only received a shrug in reply.

"There must be something about this house," commented Grace. It always seems to get beautiful women to take off their clothes." This elicited a giggle from Kelly who was seated at the table, observing the interaction.

"I should probably be going," muttered Meredith but she did not make any movement to depart.

"Nonsense," replied Grace. "Don't let us interrupt. We should be leaving if anyone should be. Should we leave?"

"No," replied Meredith softly. "You don't have to go."

"Then we'll stay. I see that you are getting acquainted with our new pet," said Grace.

Meredith's eyes flew wide open and she quickly turned her head in Alana's direction. "They're your owners?"

Alana shrugged her shoulders again and nodded. "Well, actually, Kelly is my owner." Kelly smiled brightly.

"Oh god," was all that Meredith could say. Grace took this opportunity to lower Meredith's arms, placing her hands at her sides. Meredith made no moves to cover herself and just kept them where Grace had put them.

Kelly got up and walked over to Alana, placing the collar around her neck again. "It says Alana Montcliff. Property of Kelly Dodd."

Meredith shook her head in disbelief. "We have one for you too," Grace told Meredith.

"Oh I couldn't. I'm married."

Grace smiled knowingly. "I was too, once. It never stopped me from owning girls. I don't see why it should stop you from being owned. The idea excites you, doesn't it?"

Meredith blushed deeply at the question and averted her eyes downward. Grace tucked a finger under the blushing girl's chin and tilted the head upward to look her in the eyes. "Yes, I can see that it does," observed Grace. "It excites you a lot. You yearn to be my slave. You were born to be my slave."

"I… I… I" stuttered a shocked Meredith.

"Hush, little girl," soothed Grace as she leaned forward to lightly kiss Meredith. "You don't have to answer. I'll make all of your decisions for you."

Meredith fell silent. "It can be our little secret," Grace went on. Or we can bring Ted in on it if you prefer."

"How would we do that?" asked Meredith in a voice just barely above a whisper. This response told Grace that the girl was hooked. She hadn't rebelled. She had simply asked how things would work.

"However it makes the most sense," replied Grace. She reached up and placed a palm over each of Meredith's full, ripe breasts and just rested them there as she continued. "He could be a slave or a Master. I don't know him well enough to know which is best."

"Ted a slave?" asked Meredith.

"Or a Master," nodded Grace. If he's slave material, then the two of you can be my owned couple. If he's master material, then I can share title of you with him. "Grace started moving her hand, letting her palms glide over the silken flesh of Meredith's breasts. Then, she lowered her hands and pulled a collar out of her pocked. She held it to the naked girl's neck and buckled it snugly. "It says Meredith Crandall. Property of Grace Dodd."

"Oh god," said Meredith as she shuddered.

Alana watched in awe as another woman who she had known for only a day had become enslaved right before her eyes. And there had been no resistance, no struggling, no protests. She had no idea that it was so easy to enslave someone.

Alana also felt a little bit of guilt over the whole matter. She realized that she had been used as bait to trap her neighbor. She had been given her commands by her owner and had allowed herself to be used to lure Meredith.

But Meredith did not seem to mind. She seemed to be off in some kind of dream world, so maybe this was something she really wanted. Maybe this was fulfilling one of her deep dark fantasies. Alana did think that the collar looked very erotic against Meredith's pale skin. Maybe she knew how sexy and desirable slavery made her look.

Grace continued as she let her fingers glide along the lower edge of the collar, rubbing along the tender flesh, also. "That was easy, wasn't it?" she asked in a soothing voice. "No fuss. No big decisions to make. I make all of your decisions for you now. I have lifted all of your responsibilities and burdens from your shoulders."

"You only have one decision left to make and then you will be totally free. Do we include Ted?"

"Ted," whispered Meredith.

"You don't have to decide this very instant, little one," said Grace as she attached a leash to the new collar. "Let's just relax for a bit. You can think about it."

Grace led Meredith into Alana's family room since the living room walls were still wet and all of the furniture was covered. Kelly followed with a hand on Alana's bottom, propelling her forward. The two owners sat side by side on the couch. The two slaves knelt on the floor in front of them.

"How does it feel to have a slave sister?" asked Kelly as she leaned forward to lift and hold Alana's breasts. The whole scene seemed surrealistic to Alana. She couldn't even begin to imagine what her new "slave sister" was thinking.

"It feels good, Mistress," Alana replied. Hearing the woman call the teenager 'Mistress' caught Meredith by surprise and she whipped her head around to stare at Alana with wide eyes. "I like Meredith a lot."

The four women remained like this, chatting and getting to know one another better for close to an hour. Each woman on the couch demonstrated their ownership of the women on the floor by frequently fondling breasts, caressing shoulders and kissing. It seemed to have the effect of acclimating Meredith to her new status because, after a while, she stopped blushing and tensing.

Grace talked in generalities about what would be expected of the girls. She had already decided that they would have to be part-time slaves. It would be too disruptive and costly to pluck them completely out of their current lives. And she thought it might be too unwieldy to have two slaves around the house all the time. She remembered how much work the twins had been. And even with the help of Kelly, she thought it would be too much to have two slaves all the time.

Even Kelly was going to be a handful. She was brand new to being an owner of slaves. Grace would have to take some time in training her daughter in the care and feeding of girls like Alana and Meredith. So that added to her decision to make the girls part-time slaves.

She talked about their training. When she discovered that Ted would be out of town for the next week, she announced that she would try to line up some lessons with a master she knew. This caused the two kneeling girls to glance furtively at one another.

"And then there's the question of Ted," she concluded. "You will have to decide if you want him included, pet." At that point, she was rolling the hardened nipples of Meredith back and forth between her fingers.

Meredith simply nodded.

"Yes, Mistress would be an appropriate response," said Grace as she pinched the nipples hard, eliciting a yelp out of Meredith.

"Yes Mistress," replied Meredith quickly, casting her eyes down submissively.

Grace arranged to be invited to dinner the next evening so she could get to know Ted better. She wanted to find out for herself if he was dominant of submissive.

On Sunday night, Grace walked back into her own house to find her daughter watching MTV and Alana kneeling between Kelly's legs with her face buried in her crotch.

"Definitely submissive," announced Grace. "It's still up to Meredith, but if she decides that he joins us, then I'll have my first owned couple."

Chapter 8: First Day of School

On Monday afternoon, two naked girls were ushered into Grace's minivan. Kelly also came along for the ride to see how things were going to turn out. After about an hour in the car, Grace finally turned off the highway and onto a dirt road. After another ten minutes or so, she turned onto another dirt road and entered the "D bar S" ranch.

Alana looked out of the window after the car had stopped and gasped at the sight. There were naked people everywhere, or so it seemed. In actuality, there were only five naked people. There was a naked girl running in circles around a corral as a clothed man snapped a whip behind her. Another naked girl was standing upright in the middle of the yard, straddling an upright pole, which very obviously disappeared inside of her. A naked man was lashed to a pole with his arms stretched high above his head. Weights were attached to a cord that was tied around his scrotum, pulling his balls downward. And a naked girl was bound in a set of stocks with another naked man behind her plunging his erect cock in and out of her as two clothed people whipped at the exposed flesh of the two slaves.

It was like a scene out of Dante's Inferno. It was someone's vision of Hell. Alan couldn't believe that places like this really existed. And she especially couldn't believe that she had been brought here.

Grace parked and stepped out of the car. Kelly hopped out also and the two were met by a tall man. Alana and Meredith huddled together inside the minivan with no intentions of ever setting foot outside of it.

"Nice material you have there Grace," said the man as he ran his eyes up and down Kelly's body. "How do you want her trained?"

"This is my daughter, Charles," replied an amused Grace after she heard Kelly gasp. "She's not here to be trained."

"Pity," said Charles as he continued his tour around Kelly. "I'd take a personal hand in taming this one."

"Maybe some other time," replied Grace.

"Mom!" shouted Kelly, indignant that her mother would even imply that she could be brought back here for training.

"Just kidding, dear," said Grace before turning back to Charles. "I have two in the van that I want you to teach."

"Well, let's get a look at them," nodded Charles. "Then you and I can sit down and talk."

They walked back to the car and Kelly opened the door, revealing two naked girls holding one another for reassurance and visibly shaking. "Come out, girls," instructed Grace.

Reluctantly, the two slaves climbed out of the minivan and stood, still trembling. "This one is named Meredith," said Grace as she cupped Meredith's chin and tilted her face up slightly. "She's my newest catch."

Then Grace did the same with Alana. "And this is Alana. She belongs to Kelly." This caused Charles to lift his eyebrows and glance at Kelly who just smiled back with an "I told you so" look.

"Nice," observed Charles. "Very nice." He stepped in front of Meredith, prying open her mouth and running a finger over her teeth as if he were appraising a horse at auction. He squeezed each breast to check its firmness, pinched the flesh of her arms and then walked around her checking out all angles. Moving to Alana, he lifted each breast, one at a time, flicking the nipples until they got hard. Then he cupped her sex in one hand, feeling the moist heat from her arousal before taking a circular tour of her body.

"Prime cuts," declared Charles. "Let's go talk business."

Grace and Charles went into the house, leaving Kelly holding the leashes of the two slaves. "Let's go watch what's happening," the girl said as she led Alana and Meredith over to the action.

"What did you have in mind?" asked Charles as the two dominants sat at the table.

"Taming," replied Grace, "but no breaking. I want them obedient but still willful. I don't want them to come home mindless drones but I do want them accepting of their new status. If that makes any sense."

"How new is new?"

"Five days for Alana. Two for Meredith."

Charles whistled at that news. "Wow! That's new for sure!"

The pair of them went through Charles' standard checklist that would guide their training. Charles would read an item from the checklist and Grace would respond. No to permanent marks. Yes to denuding Meredith's sex. Yes to sex with men, both slaves and masters. Yes to sex with women, both slaves and mistresses. Yes to bestiality, but nothing larger than a dog.

The girls could be bound but Grace felt that suspension should be ruled out. Manual labor was fine. Pony training was fine. Whipping was fine as long as there were no permanent marks.

Hot wax was to be allowed as well as clamps and needles. Exhibition and humiliation were fine but no verbal abuse. All three holes in each girl were fair game. No water sports or scatology. "Maybe on the next visit."

"We have a hunt on Wednesday," said Charles. "Will these girls be available as prey?" Charles explained that the hunt was not deadly. Naked girls were released and the "hunters" were sent out with paint guns. They got to keep whatever they shot for the night. Grace allowed the girls to be prey. Finally, the checklist was finished. "So how much will it cost?" asked Grace.

Charles scratched his chin and leaned back in his chair to think. "I think we can strike a bargain that you will find quite modest in price."

Grace smiled. "That's why I come to you, Charles."

"Throw in Kelly and it's on the house."

Chapter 9: The Freshman Class

A tall woman dressed in black leather walked down a line of three naked girls. She was easily over six feet tall and the spiked heels of the boots that went up to mid-thigh made her even taller. She towered over her trembling charges.

"You may call me Mistress," she said. She walked back and forth in front of the three naked women, stopping occasionally to pinch or squeeze. "Or you may call me whatever you wish, but that will be at your own risk."

She looked like some kind of Norse goddess with her flowing pale blonde hair and the finely sculpted features of her face. Her body was both concealed and exposed. Above the boots, she wore a leather g-string with metal studs around the waist band. Her midriff was bare and, above that, she wore a black leather halter with matching metal studs. All in all, she looked stunning and ominous.

"You are my new students," she explained. "And I love to teach!" She emphasized her point by slashing her riding crop down hard against one of her boots.

The three girls all gasped in unison at the sound of the crop striking against the leather.

"Two of you," she said as she used the crop to strike one of Alana's and Meredith's breasts, "are being trained as slaves."

"One of you," she continued as she used the crop to strike each of Kelly's breasts, coaxing a yelp out of her, "is being trained to be a Mistress."

The Nordic Queen then stood in front of Alana and Meredith, gripping their jaws tightly. "You will all be going through some of the same things. But remember that she will be a Mistress at the end. You will be property."

"In the meantime, I own all of you. I will decide when you sleep, if you sleep, when you eat, if you eat, when you pee, and if you pee. I will decide who you have sex with and how and when. I will decide how and when you are punished. I will arrange the schedule for your education. In short, I am controlling everything about you. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Mistress," chimed three feminine voices in unison.

"Oh god," thought Alana. "It just gets worse." She had eventually adjusted to each indignity over the past week and a half. First with the nudity and then the touching, she had eventually become accustomed and it had become part of her life. Then she became a slave and, while it seemed uncomfortable at first, it too became part of her. Even sex with another woman, which had repulsed her at first, had become part of what she was. But it seemed that every time she became adjusted to a new Alana, a new indignity would present itself.

"Oh god," thought Meredith. "It just gets worse." She still couldn't believe the events of the past two days and her head was spinning. Three days ago, she was just another happy housewife; bored, but happy. Since then, however, her world had changed ant it seemed that it just kept changing with each new change being worse than the last.

"Oh god," thought Kelly. "I'm gonna kill Mom when I get out of here."

Their new mistress attached a chain that ran from collar to collar. Even Kelly had been fitted with a collar that had been graciously supplied by Charles who happily placed it around the teenager's neck. The mistress led her string of slaves into what she called "the classroom" which was really nothing more than a room with odd-looking devices scattered about. She moved them to one wall and had them kneel, facing a row of phalluses that stuck out from a board and pointed at their faces.

"Your first lesson is how to please a man with your mouth." The mistress gave them a brief set of instructions, telling them how to use their lips and tongues, how and when to use suction, and which parts of a cock to focus on. When she was finished with "The Theory of Cocksucking", she told them that it was time for the practical application of what they had learned. "Suck!" she commanded.

Each girl leaned forward and took a phallus into her mouth trying to remember all that the instructor had told them. "Focus on the cock. Let the cock become the center of your world. Do not let anything distract you."

With that said, she set about trying to distract the girls. She ran the tip of a crop between Kelly's legs causing the girl to gasp and stop sucking. This earned her a crack on the bottom with the mean crop and caused her to renew her attentions to the cock.

The mistress ran her fingers over Meredith's quivering bottom, causing the slave to blush. But when the Norse Queen touched Meredith's little pucker, the girl straightened up quickly and arched her hips forward to try to escape the finger. This earned her a crack with the whip. "Suck! Focus!"

Alana's breasts were the next target of the mistress' attention. She wrapped her fingers around the base of each breast, squeezing lightly and then drawing her fingers downward toward the nipples. She repeated this milking motion several times until Alana moaned. CRACK went the crop. "Focus, girl!" went the mistress.

The blonde mistress kept moving from one kneeling slave to another providing instructions or trying to distract the girls. "Use your tongue on the head." "You can take it deeper than that." "Try licking it like a lollipop."

The crop was used to both distract and punish. Kelly had the crop run up her spine and, when she trembled, had it lashed across her bottom. Meredith's pendulous breasts were swaying beneath her as she sucked on the phallus. When the mistress flicked the moving nipples with the crop and the girl jumped in surprise, the crop landed hard on her bottom. Alana felt the handle of the crop being slipped into her sex and she too jumped a little, only to be rewarded with the sting of the crop on her bottom.

The door opened and three naked men entered the room. The mistress motioned to the kneeling women and the men crossed the room with one kneeling behind each girl. Quickly the girls' hips were grasped and raised slightly and the men arched forward, impaling the girls on their large cocks.

"HEY!" shouted Kelly, letting the phallus slip from her mouth. She quickly started sucking again and dropped her protest when the crop started raining blows onto her back and the upper swells of her bottom. Alana and Meredith were also stung by the crop when they lost their concentration.

"Focus, girls," the mistress warned. "Focus. Your world revolves around the cocks in your mouths. You are nothing but a receptacle for sperm to the cocks in your pussies."

After the males had climaxed, the arose and left the girls behind. The mistress continued the lesson until she was satisfied that the girls had mastered the subject and then adjourned the class.

The three girls were given a five minute break and relaxed, lying together in the sun. "That was sure different," commented Meredith.

"Sure was," replied Alana. "Hey Kelly, is it true what they say about black men?"

"That was a black guy?" asked a stunned Kelly.

The mistress returned to collect her charges, leading the string of slaves to their next class. Here, they were instructed in posture and etiquette. They learned how to stand and kneel properly. They were taught how to walk, swaying their hips seductively while keeping their heads still enough so that books did not fall from the tops of her heads. And they were taught how to serve drinks and meals in pleasing ways. By the tim the class was over, it was dinner time. The girls were allowed to shower quickly but had to do so together since they were still linked by their collars. Then the mistress led them into the dining hall.

Alana was shocked for yet another time that day when she saw the enormity of the operation. There had to be fifty slaves in the room, some serving, some eating at tables and some eating out of bowls on the floor. And there must have been at least twenty five masters and mistresses, all sitting at tables and eating.

"Hi Gretchen," said a master as the girls were led past his table. "These must be the new ones. Are they behaving?"

"Hi Wally," responded the Nordic Queen. "They're the new ones all right. They're behaving okay. But they sure are slow."

Alana furrowed her brow at the insult. She thought of herself as a quick learner and was offended by Gretchen's remark. She had even graduated Magna Cum Laude. But she remained silent to minimize the abuse to her body.

Gretchen led the girls to the front of the room and then, one by one, she detached the chain and fastened one girl to each of the wooden Xs. She placed a bucket of clothespins on a bench in front of the girls and then sat down at a table, leaving the three slaves attached to the crosses.

As the evening progressed, the dominant diners would come up and inspect the girls. Typically, a master or mistress would start at one end and then move in sequence down the row of bound lovelies. Each person seemed to have a unique inspection routine. Some appeared to focus on muscle tone and spent their time poking and pinching arms, legs and bellies. Others seemed to be interested in testing the quality of each girl's skin. They would run their palms or fingers lightly over the girl's flesh to test its softness and suppleness. There were also the teeth checkers, the breast weighers, the nipple stretchers, the cunt probers, and the labia spreaders. There was even one dominant who Alana dubbed the "orifice geek." He seemed fascinated with peering up the girls' nostrils and into their ears. Alana wondered if he found nostrils sexy and then shuddered at the thought.

When a dominant was finished with all three girls, he or she would go to the bucket, pick out a clothespin, and then place it on the girl of his or her choice. Kelly was the first one to be thus blessed and let out a howl of pain when the little monster snapped shut on the tender outer swell of one of her breasts. By the time dinner was finished, each girl was wearing a lot of the nasty little devices. Alana had clothespins on each nipple, several more on her breasts and one on her clit hood. Meredith had fewer but had one directly on her clit which sent pain shooting through her entire body. Kelly seemed to have the most of any of the three and this was confirmed when someone counted the clothespins and removed them. Alana had nine. Meredith had six. And seventeen were removed from Kelly who was declared the winner. Everyone clapped and cheered for Kelly.

"Bring out the rack," commanded the man who had removed the clothespins. Everyone remained silent as two slaves wheeled in a cart with an odd looking piece of furniture on it. It was made of metal tubes and leather and its purpose was still not clear when the slaves lifted it from the cart and set it on the floor. But Alana and Meredith soon saw what it was intended for as Kelly was released and positioned on the rack.

There was a place for her to kneel and then her legs were strapped into place, leaving her thighs spread wide. Then she was bent over until she was supported at the waist by one leather covered metal tube and at the shoulders by another one. Her breasts dangled freely beneath her chest. Her head was lifted until she was looking straight ahead and then her head was fitted into a harness that was supported by two vertical metal tubes. Once the straps on the harness were tightened, the girl could not move her head at all and could only look straight ahead. The finishing touch was to place an O-gag in her mouth which kept her mouth stretched wide open and prevented her from speaking.

The man then signaled toward the doorway and a female slave led a big black Labrador Retriever into the room. Again, everyone applauded. Since Kelly could only look straight ahead, she had no idea what all of the clapping was about. The dog was led to the front of the room and then was slowly walked around Kelly. Kelly jumped as much as her bondage would allow when she felt something cold and wet pressed against her sex and then relaxed in her bonds when it went away. But as the dog came into view for her, she screamed at the top of her lungs and struggled furiously as she realized what was about to happen. The dog seemed to be amused by all of this and started happily licking Kelly's face until he was pulled away and led to the other end of the device.

"Oh god," muttered Alana as she witnessed the spectacle. "This can't be happening."

The dog did not need any instructions on the best use of a bound girl. Alana suspected that he had been treated to many naked girls before. He jumped up and gripped Kelly's waist with his forelegs, with his long, pink cock jutting forward. The attending slave reached down and helped glide the glistening erection into the girl's waiting sex and then the dog took over, pounding furiously into the sobbing and wailing slavegirl.

Meredith shut her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. Alana looked on as her owner was raped by a dog and also shook her head in disbelief. "It sure doesn't pay to win around here," she thought.

Kelly continued to struggle to no avail as the black lab continued to thrust into her. Some of the diners arose from their seats and came forward to get a better view. One of the mistresses who Alana had never seen before started toying with one of Alana's nipples, rolling it and stretching it as she watched the dog taking the future mistress in the rack. One of the masters dropped his pants and thrust his cock into Meredith's steamy sex, craning his head to the side to be able to watch the bestiality scene.

Yet another master unzipped his pants and positioned his cock at Kelly's mouth. With the O-gag holding her mouth open, she was totally defenseless. With one thrust, Kelly found herself deep-throating someone.

The dog kept pumping and soon started growling. This scared Kelly almost out of her skin. All she could see what a bunch of pubic hair coming at her and then retreating but the dog seemed to be getting out of hand and nobody was coming to her rescue.

Soon after her moment of fear, however, the dog let out a yelp and Kelly felt the sperm shooting into her vagina. The dog collapsed on top of her with his front legs wrapped around her to wait until his knot freed him.

The cock in her mouth, however, was another matter. It kept sliding slowly in and impaling her throat before sliding back out to her lips. She decided to use some of what she had learned earlier from Mistress Gretchen and brought her tongue into action. Within a few more plunges, she had coaxed a climax out of her oral rapist and tasted the salty cum as it slid across her tongue and down her throat.

After dinner, the three girls were led as a coffle to the tiny room where they would sleep. There was a mattress on the floor and nothing else in the room. They sighed as they saw the Spartan surroundings and then sighed again when they heard the door being locked from the outside.

Despite the awkwardness of shifting positions caused by the way they were linked together by the chain, Alana and Meredith laid a dazed Kelly on the mattress between them. Alana cuddled up against Kelly's back, pressing her body against the teenager and spooned with her. She reached around her owner and cupped a breast, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Meredith laid down and backed up against Kelly to create another spoon. Then she reached back, and pulled Kelly's hand to her breast, holding it there. The unstated goal of the two older slaves was to keep the youngest slave warm and to give her comfort.