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Like Mother, Like
Daughter
A tale by Dom
Master...
Chapter
3
Joe opened the driver side
door, got out and motioned for the two to follow him. Holding Jennifer by the wrist, he
ushered them to the front of a small cabin, opened the door and pushed them
inside. It had taken him a year of
weekends to build his little cabin in the woods, but the reward was well worth
it. He had discovered this remote
property years earlier and purchased 10 acres in the middle of a failed
development. The only amenity was
electricity, but he had been able to put in a well and septic tank. He did all the construction work himself
so nobody would wonder why a hunting cabin would need a concrete block
basement. He had used rough timber
for the construction of the cabin itself, and was quite proud of the rustic
look. From outside, you’d think it
had been there for years.
The inside was basically
one large room, about 30 x 30 feet, with a closed off bathroom and shower. The furnishings consisted of a queen
sized bed, a couch, a coffee table, several chairs, a 27” TV and some
electronics. There was also a
kitchen area with an island, two bar stools, a sink, a stove and a
refrigerator. The lighting was dim,
with hurricane lamp wall sconces providing the majority of the light. The windows were covered with heavy
curtains.
Carla and Jennifer took in
their surroundings as they modestly tried to cover their bare skin. Joe locked the deadbolt on the door
behind them, and put the keys back in his pocket.
“Well, whatta you think?”
he asked. “This is going to be your
home for awhile.”
Their hearts sank as the
two realized he wasn’t going to be taking them back right
away.
“Well, actually, this is
going to be MY home, for awhile.
Yours is down here.”
With that, he pulled back
the corner of the area rug to reveal a trapdoor in the floor. Unlocking the padlock, he lifted the
latch, and then lifted the panel up.
A bright glow emanated from below.
As Joe led them down the
wooden steps, Carla and Jennifer were shocked to discover the dungeon
below. They were noticeably shaking
as they tried to take in the surreal environment they found themselves in. Brightly lit with bare, florescent
fixtures, the flat black walls accentuated several tables and some unusual
looking chairs, if they could be called chairs. The basement was tall, about 10 feet,
with chains hanging about. There
were four large cages in one corner, stacked two high and separated by about two
feet, and a stainless steel prison toilet and sink in another. Next to the toilet was a shower head,
and a coiled hose, and there was a large drain in the floor. But most startling were the large
plaques, hung conspicuously on the walls and even one the ceiling over one of
the tables, which read...
1 -
THE SLAVE, BODY AND SOUL, BELONGS TO MASTER
2 -
THE SLAVE’S PURPOSE IS TO PLEASURE MASTER
3 -
THE SLAVE RESPONDS TO MASTER IMMEDIATELY
4 -
THE SLAVE GRATEFULLY ACCEPTS ALL THINGS GIVEN BY MASTER
5 -
THE SLAVE IS OBEDIENT TO MASTER UNTO DEATH
6 -
THE SLAVE ASSISTS MASTER IN AQUIRING NEW SLAVES
7 -
THE SLAVE’S PAIN IS MASTER’S REWARD
8 -
THE SLAVE MUST PROVE ITSELF WORTHY OF LIFE
“You will memorize my
orders.” Joe interrupted their
thoughts. “When I call out a
number, you will recite the order, or you will be severely punished. I am Master, and right now, the two of
you are scum. You are not worthy to
live. You must earn that privilege,
everyday, at all times.” Joe was in
his element.
Carla wished now that she
had ended their lives when she had the chance. This was something she couldn’t have
imagined, not even in her worst nightmare.
This man was more than a rapist; he was a deranged psychopath, and now he
had her and her precious daughter as play things.
Jennifer was in stunned
disbelief. She couldn’t comprehend
the situation she found herself in, and expected at any minute to wake up safe
in her own home. Unfortunately,
that was not to be.
By now, it was nearly
11:30pm, and Joe found himself growing tired, especially after his two orgasms,
and decided he would begin training the mother and daughter the next
morning. He’d make a quick trip
into town first thing, dump the Impala, and retrieve his own car. For now, he’d just put his new recruits
away.
“I suggest you begin
reciting the commands to each other as a drill, because you’ll be tested first
thing tomorrow. Let me hear you
read them out loud together.
Ready? Number
1...”
Carla and Jennifer stood
together in the stark dungeon and, with unsteady voices, muddled through each of
the 8 commands with Joe. They
couldn’t believe the words, and their sinister meanings, that were emanating
from their own mouths. They were in
this thing together, alright, but now they were very doubtful they would ever
get through it.
As they finished reciting,
Joe told them to relieve themselves, and motioned toward the toilet. Both women were hesitant to perform such
a private act in front of each other, much less in front of Joe.
“Number 3 - The slave
responds to Master IMMEDIATELY! Get
the fuck over there and do your business.”
Joe pushed the two hard in their backs toward the
commode.
Carla decided to go first,
to save Jennifer some of the humiliation.
She sat down on the cold steel, and had to hold on to the rim of the bowl
since there wasn’t a toilet seat.
Her stream of piss echoed loudly off the concrete walls as it sprayed
against the hard metal. Jennifer
was embarrassed for her mother and both flushed red. As the stream ended, Carla noticed there
was no paper, and felt a few drops drip onto her thighs as she stood
up.
“You’re up, Sweetie.” Joe coaxed the young
girl.
He reveled in her
humiliation as the sound of piss again filled the room. He was looking so forward to breaking
her.
As Jennifer was finishing
up, Joe placed Carla in the large cage directly in the corner. It was about 4 feet by 4 feet, and made
of simple chain link, even the bottom.
As Carla clambered in, she realized it would be very uncomfortable, not
being tall enough to stand up in, and being too rough to lie down
in.
Joe snapped the padlock
closed, and then led Jennifer to the cage next to her
mother.
“I’ll see you two in the
morning. You’d better not
disappoint me.”
Joe headed up the stairs,
not looking back, dropped the door with a loud thud, latched and locked it. He even replaced the rug. The only indication that they were even
down there was the display that came on when he turned on the TV. Using his remote, he aimed one of the
cameras at his newest recruits and zoomed in. As he figured, they were already busy
consoling each other, and trying to hold each others hands by sticking their
arms through the chain link.
“I don’t hear you
reciting.” Joe’s voice echoed from unseen speakers in the
ceiling.
The startled pair looked
at each other, and with sobbing voices began to recite, “Number 1 – The slave,
body and soul, belongs to Master…”
To be continued …
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