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Chapter 12: A Few Rules

Having owned girls before, Reggie already had a fair idea of the nature of these two. The older woman would resist but in the end she would give in easily; her resistance being more for show than anything else. She would quickly come to understand the nature of her slavery and accept it.

The younger one, on the other hand, would be a problem. Not a long term problem, for there was no woman who could not broken and tamed, but a real handful in the short term. She would resist and mean it. It would take much carefully applied pain and training to make her into an obedient slave girl. Reggie almost licked his lips at the thought of the weeks and months of training and punishment he would have to inflict upon this young and beautiful woman.

“A few rules first,” he began as he picked up his brandy and then sat in a padded leather chair. “You do not talk unless spoken to. You do not attempt any kind of escape. Attempts will be punished severely. As will any attempts to harm any member of my staff or myself. You will obey any order instantly and completely.”

He finished off his brandy and stood. In two steps he was directly in front of Darlene, his face only a few inches from hers. The rigid nipples almost touched his silk shirt. “Understand this: you are now my property. I own you. I may do anything I wish to you. Your previous life is over. You will not see any friends or relatives ever again. Is this clear?”

He stared hard into Darlene’s eyes. She could not meet his stare and turned her eyes down. Then he stepped over to Melinda. “You understand this?” he asked her directly.

Her eyes did not avert themselves, but instead glared back with a fire she made no effort to disguise. “You can go to hell!” she said through clenched teeth.

Reggie laughed in her face. Not a loud guffaw, but quiet chuckle that clearly said he understood her feelings and was not worried in the slightest about them.

patted the bare breast that

fear in Darlene’s eyes. Fear, along with a certain touch of hopelessness. She

Melinda said nothing.

Reggie smiled.

the room, somehow summoned

uncomfortable. Oh, you can leave those arm binders on them. They’ll be hurting by morning but it could be a lot worse.

of the two of them hanging by their thumbs or at

a desire to look at those very nice breasts and shapely legs for as long as possible. Either way, they reached the bottom safely and were shown back to the same

Just as Melinda was thinking maybe she would be tied to the chair, he unlocked the chain that had linked her neck to the ring on the wall, and then locked into a ring set into the ceiling in the center of the cell. He stood on

She yelped, but followed as he tugged on her nipple into her cell. There he wrapped the end of the hanging chain around her neck

goodnight and was gone. Melinda looked as if she was about to cry. Her lower lip was trembling. “Mom, this is terrible. They’re going to make me stand up all night!

arms secured behind her in that single glove, she could lay her body down and would be able to sleep – probably, if

they said, we’ll be taken someplace tomorrow. Maybe you’ll be able to