The Making Of A Slave by loyalsock - Sex Stories

The Making Of A Slave by loyalsock

... every part of my body." Josie said nothing for a moment, realizing she needed to speak up or lose her chance, she hastily said, "I want pain. Torture me until the pain almost makes me lose my mind. Hurt me so bad that I offer my soul to the Devil and promise to do anything He asks. I need to be broken, in both mind and body. Whoever brings me to that point will have a true slave, willing to do anything and everything. That person can be my devil." Brad thought a long time before he answered. "I think I can accommodate you all tonight" Brad answered. "I'm going to hurt you," he said to Josie, "and since you seem to want it so badly, I'm going to hurt you a lot. When you reach your breaking point and make your offer to me I'll give you a test. If you refuse to do what I ask I'll know you were faking, and the punishment will be both severe and inescapable." His warning to Josie sent shivers up and down the spines of all three women. They knew he was telling the truth, and they were afraid. They were already horny from Josie's show, the atmosphere of the basement torture chamber, and the anticipation of the night's entertainment. The fear just added to it. Carol and Jenny had seen Brad in action with two girls. They could imagine how exciting it was going to be with three. Josie knew she had no right to be jealous of Carol and Jenny. She also knew there wasn't a damn thing she could do about them. Brad had made it clear that he was in control and would do what he pleased. She ...

... did make a vow to herself that she was going to be Brad's favorite. He may have three women as slaves, but she was going to take more punishment and work harder to please him. She didn't realize the other two girls were thinking the same thing! "How should we begin?" Brad questioned, more to himself then to the girls. "I think a silent auction might be fun. I'm going to select a whip or paddle. I want each of you to write down how many hits you can take from it. The person with the highest number goes first and gets slightly lighter blows. The first one to take their full number without screaming gets to ask another favor. If none of you make it all the way I'll choose another device and we'll go again." He selected a wide leather strap, similar to a razor strop, but not quite so thick. It would cover a lot of area with each blow, and would make a great deal of sound, but do relatively little damage. It didn't really take Brad too long to figure out what was going on among his three slaves once he saw the number of hits they had chosen to take. They were silently competing to see who could take the most pain. Now that he knew this, it would be easy, and fun, to pit them against each other. Josie won, having asked for fifty strokes. Brad had her strip completely, then fastened her in his latest creation. It was an improvement on the ropes and pulleys he had used on her earlier. Basically, it consisted of a large square frame. Each corner held leather cuffs fixed to chains, which ...