Teaser Time! Brand new material from Becoming Charity

Now that the edited version is close to being available, I want to share with you, dear reader, some of what I added.  This teaser is the new prologue, revealing a bit more about The Society and Annie's journey to accepting the practice of "acquiring" slaves.  Enjoy!

At first it had been shocking. We're all taught that slavery of any kind is wrong. It's a dark chapter in the history of any country, one that most people seem to prefer not to think about. This hadn't seemed any different, and to be honest, when The Society was founded it really wasn't. Very few had come in to it completely of their own free will. The techniques were extremely primitive I was amazed that this underground community had made it more than a few years. I could barely get my mind around the ways people had brought new slaves in to it. There were no rules, no guidelines, nothing to protect those on either side of the whip. It was downright scary. As with all things, however, The Society had evolved with the times. The concept of one living creature being truly less than another began to fade and the concept of slaves and such began to fall more in to the sort of social hierarchy that has existed in all cultures throughout time.

Within two decades of the founding of The Society there were breeding farms producing high quality, willing slaves for those who could afford them. That was the catch, though. One had to be able to afford them, and at the time there were few regulations on the pricing. Unscrupulous traders set their prices so that only the wealthiest could afford them, claiming to have the highest quality slaves descended only from the very first slaves acquired when The Society began. Acquiring, or abducting, new slaves was still the more common practice. Some women were sold into Society slavery by their families in times of financial hardship - which was often - as an alternative to selling them to brothels. Some found themselves there after being unable to repay a debt or committing some sort of petty crime. The ones who to those who had known them simply vanished in the night could have been taken for any number of reasons. With the stark differences in the social classes of the times, this had been an easier concept for me to come to terms with.

Mind you that even before my formal training began I was more than comfortable with the idea of consensual submission and slavery. That's how I had found my way in to a Society Mentorship in the first place. But the idea of forcibly taking someone and making them a slave still weighed heavy on my mind. At least until I got through the first several chapters of Society history. It took nearly a hundred years, but eventually rules had been put in place. It took a little longer for there to be more than a couple that looked out for the safety of the one being acquired, but they were there. By this time there had long been rules and regulations for the sale of born slaves and auctions at the breeding farms had gained widespread popularity. With this came a downturn in acquisitions, making the problems with this tradition far more obvious to those in power. The cruelest methods of breaking down and training an acquired slave were outlawed and harsh punishments enforced on the Owners who used them. It helped that more people were finding their way in to Society slavery at least some what willingly.

The early nineteenth century saw a global downturn in the slave trade and as such forced The Society to take a good look at its accepted practices. Suddenly I found I had far less of an issue with the idea of acquiring slaves as this practice became less popular. With the new regulations, most found it preferable to attend the auctions and purchase slaves that had been born in to it, especially as a wider range of set prices were put in place, making this a more viable option for the masses. For those who did still use acquisition to add to their stables the rules were tightened significantly. No longer could these slaves be kept in dismal conditions, be starved or beaten within an inch of their lives. Clothing or covering of some kind was required for them in cold weather. While they were still essentially human livestock, before this it was common for their Owner's cows and sheep to be treated better than they were.

Cue the modern era. Protocols were put in place to ensure the safety of The Society, the Owners within it and any new slaves they acquired. Groups were formed with the sole intention of tracking acquired slaves who managed to escape or to help cover the tracks of an Owner acquiring a new slave. At this point in my education I had acquired slaves pointed out to me by my Mentor. I didn't even need that to be able to see the differences between them and those who had been born in or come in on their own. Some were happy and relatively well adjusted, but most seemed to have a haunted look in their eyes. Most of them had visible scaring that I could identify as having come from a variety of tools and some even had clearly displayed brands of such low quality that I had to wonder if they had been cared for at all while healing. It seemed to me that there had to be a way to make sure that your newly acquired slave didn't spend the rest of their life behaving like a scared, semi-disfigured animal, but hours of research resulted in very little. That's what set me on the path to where I am today.

Looking Back at Becoming Charity

I let myself have the weekend off from actual writing, thinking I could give my brain a bit of a break.  You see, when I really get going, the scenes seem to play in my mind and it's as though I'm simply a fly on the wall, watching, my hand furiously typing away to get it all down on the page.  Sure, I start out on a new piece with a basic outline for the plot, but that's about it.  I love when this happens.  I'll go back and read over what I have and often find myself thinking, 'wow, I wrote that?'.  Ok, back to that whole giving my brain a break thing.  Yeah.  It didn't happen.  As has become more and more frequent, I found my mind wandering back to the first book I published, The Society: Becoming Charity.  What I was once so proud of has become a literary thorn in my side.

I began writing it nearly seven years ago.  It was a release, a way to deal with some things that were going on in my life.  I had no intention of it being published, ever.  I shared bits on a couple of different sites and with a few friends, and that was it.  Then my friends who had read it began telling me I should look in to getting published, and finally I did.  I worked hard to get the book to a good ending point, found a publisher who would take something that didn't have a romantic sub-plot and that was written in the first person instead of the third.  I was thrilled when it was accepted, waiting eagerly for it to go live.  Then came the second and third books.  It was somewhere between their publication dates that I began to wonder about the first book, started to think it might not be the best it could have been.

It really hit me when I had the compilation book The Society: The First Three published.  I went back through all three to double check for typos, continuity errors, etc.  I found myself reading through the first one and cringing more often than not.  Now, I know most artists are their own worst critics, and that people say you'll never be completely happy with your work.  Since I can be a perfectionist, I set a goal for myself in order to know when a piece was ready for publication.  It's when I can read through and have it be something that I would buy, read and enjoy myself.  I'm a picky reader, especially when it comes to erotica, so this seemed a reasonable goal.  It's worked.  Unfortunately, that goal was set after my first had been published and now I find that it doesn't live up to that standard.  Now, after a long while of thinking it over, I've finally started.

I copied the original content in to a new file and dove in, scalpel in hand.  Overly harsh or extreme scenes will be reworked.  Repetitive scenes will be cut and glossed over.  New scenes will be added to give the book a good, solid plot as well as to allow the characters to become more fully developed.  I refuse to be embarrassed by the book I was once so proud of any longer, and it is my sincere hope that you, dear reader, will not hold this against me.  I was young and angry when it began, and in my determination to be published, I gave you something sub-par.  Believe me when I say I can hear the voices of my English teachers back through the years, and they're all saying the same thing.  "What were you thinking!!"  I am not sure when the edited version will be available, but hopefully it will be soon, and followed by the fourth book in my The Society series, Vanished!

To those of you who actually read the original first book all the way through, you have my thanks and my apologies.  For those who put it down after the first few pages, I understand completely, and I sincerely hope you might give it a second chance when the edited version becomes available.  I'm planning to post some of the edited bits here so that you can decide if it will be worth it to you or not.

Now, enough living in the past!  Time for me to get back to work, the sooner to give you wonderful readers something you can really enjoy!

Teaser time 2!

  My apologies for not getting one up last week.  This teaser comes from the first book in The Society, Becoming Charity.  Actually, this scene is part of where the title came from.  After hard training and being bred, Annie's first slave Cunt, a.k.a Charity is introduced to the world of breeding porn.  This scene is a great example of how the frigid, resistant, man-hating girl has been turned in to a cock-hungry nympho.  Enjoy!

I turned them over to Derek and went back in to the basement to see to Cunt. It was already one, and the crew would be arriving in about an hour. I had her dress in a black garter belt, black fishnet back seam stockings, a tight, black strapless mini-dress and five inch pumps, then settled her in a chair.

“I am going to place you in a wig for this Cunt, as this is not the type of fetish sight for a girl with a shaved head. I may have you work for one of those eventually, but for now we give them what they want.”

With a high-grade prosthetic adhesive, I attached a wavy, chocolate colored wig to her freshly shaved head. Brushed and styled, it fell to just below her shoulders. It had that just-fucked bed head look to it, which was why I had chosen it. With that, I applied a smokey eye shadow, black liner and cheap mascara that I knew would run when the men shot their loads on her face. Her lips were stained a cherry red, lined with a darker red and set with a fixative before being covered with a thick coat of clear gloss. She looked like a hooker, and I was satisfied. Slutty without being trashy, exactly what the director wanted. When I allowed her to look at herself in the mirror, I could tell that she didn't recognize herself. Just then the doorbell rang. I knew that Honey, who was on duty upstairs, would get it, so I took one last minute to give instructions to Cunt.

“You are not to speak unless I speak to you, or give you permission to, is that understood?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Good girl.”

She followed me up to the living room and barely batted an eye at the number of men in the room. I pointed to a spot on the floor and she obediently knelt there. Derek introduced me to Greg and his camera crew, and I could feel the man trying to undress me with his eyes. I was at once very glad I had insisted on using my own men.

“It's very nice to finally meet you.” I said as we shook hands. “The girl kneeling over there is the one that I contacted you about.”

“She will do nicely. She can handle twelve cocks in a matter of a few hours?”

I laughed a little.

“She can actually take more than that, but I thought twelve was a good number for the amount of space.”

“That makes sense. Well, you do have a lovely home here. However, one of the customers had made the suggestion of using a seedy hotel room. We found one that should work that, according to the directions, is about fifteen minutes from here.”

“That's a great idea. If you give Honey over there a copy of the directions, we can meet you there.”

“Alright. I will need each of the men to sign a release first.”

“Of course. Just pass them out, and they will be happy to sign them.”

He did as I said, and within half an hour, the snake-like man was out of my house and I was placing Cunt in her cuffs to transport her. Honey had, with Derek's help, prepared a bag of things that I might need. When Cunt was fully hobbled, we placed her and Honey in the back seat of my car and headed for the motel.

The director was being overly kind when he called the place a little seedy. I was extremely glad that Derek had instructed Honey to pack a set of my own plain white sheets and towels, as I didn't trust the ones provided and I hadn't even seen the inside of the room yet. The room was a spacious jacuzzi suite, but that seemed to be where the niceties ended. Before I would even let Cunt in the room, Honey stripped the bed and remade it with our sheets after thoroughly spraying the mattress with disinfectant. Both the tub and the bathroom also got sprayed down. Finally satisfied, I allowed her in to the room, and the director looked more than a little annoyed with me. I removed Cunt's bonds and then tossed a spare sheet over the worn couch and Derek and I settled in to watch with Honey kneeling respectfully at our feet. For the first time since beginning her training, Cunt had full permission to speak in the first person. I had decided to have her go by the name Charity, as it seemed appropriate, and a bit ironic for what was going on. With the cameras rolling, the questions began.

“So, what's your name?” The director asked her from out of view.

“Charity.” She replied, only the slightest hint of awkwardness in her voice.

“Hi, Charity. Why are you here today?”

“To get fucked.” She squirmed a little and gave the camera a flirty look. “And knocked up.”

“Yeah? You like the idea of getting knocked up on camera?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well, we've got twelve guys here for you today. How do you feel about not knowing which one got you pregnant?”

“That's the best part.” She replied in a very seductive manner. The director chuckled.

“Well, here come the guys now. Why don't you kneel right there in the middle of the floor.”

Cunt obeyed, knowing better than to disobey in front of me. She knelt with her knees wide for support as the first of the men approached her, cocks already out and in hand. She reached for the ones directly on either side of her and while stroking one, wrapped her glistening red lips around the other to take it deep. As her head bobbed on the huge cock, one of the men grabbed the top of her dress and pulled it down to just under her tits. Reaching around from behind her, he pinched and twisted her nipples as she began to go back and forth between the cocks on either side. After a few minutes of this, the men began to rotate in and out so that each got their turn in her mouth. The man who was now behind her pulled the dress up to her waist, exposing her garters and pussy. With one hand he tortured her already tender nipples while with the other he grabbed and rubbed roughly at her crotch. Like the well trained whore she was becoming, Cunt began to grind herself on his hand, moaning loudly around the cock in her mouth.

“Looks like you really like sucking cock, Charity.” The director chuckled from off screen.

She barely nodded in response, too lost in what she was doing. The man behind her was now shoving two fingers roughly in and out of her twat and her hips seemed to take on a life of their own. When the director gave the signal, the men backed off and one of them picked Cunt up and set her on all fours on the bed over one of the other guys. Before she knew what was going on, he had shoved his monster of a cock up in to her pussy and another cock was poised and ready at her mouth. Steadying herself with her hands, Cunt was able to both suck and ride cock at the same time. I smiled a little to myself, knowing that it was I who had trained her to do this.

The man who was fucking her grabbed her by the hips and slammed in to her as he began to cum inside her. Cunt pulled back from the cock in her mouth and screamed,

“Oh god, yes, I can feel you cumming inside of me!”

That's all she was able to get before the man who had been in her mouth grabbed her head and forced it back down. You could see her throat bulge as the eleven inch cock pushed its way in to her throat and from the look on the mans face one could tell that he was shooting his load down her throat. When both men pulled out, Cunt licked her lips hungrily and wiggled her hips in invitation to the others. It wasn't long before someone grabbed her from behind and impaled her on his throbbing twelve inch pole. I knew this man well, as he had often paid to use Cunt. I even had my suspicions that he was the father of the baby she was carrying. She cried out as he slammed in and out of her hole,

“God, yes, fuck me! Knock me up, baby!”

Again, she was quickly silenced by another cock in her mouth and she slurped on it like it was her last meal. The man in her cunt fucked her hard enough to slam her mouth down on the other cock over and over again, eventually bringing both of the men to simultaneous climax. When they pulled out, the camera man behind her zoomed in as the director said,

“Spread your hole open, let us see that cum in it.”

She did exactly as told and one of the men reached down to rub from her gaping hole to her clit. When the camera man zoomed back out, the man followed the lead of the others and pushed in to her hard. To the surprise of all, he lasted only a couple of minutes before adding his load to that already dripping down Cunt's thighs.

The next man who stepped up grabbed Cunt and flipped her over so that her head was hanging back over the edge of the bed before pushing in to her. In this position, her mouth was also quickly filled and she gagged as he throat was fucked just as hard as her pussy. The man fucking her mouth reached down and rubbed her clit and she quickly reached orgasm, her back arching as she did. She was forced to several more before receiving each of their loads in their respective holes. For almost two hours the men took turns fucking her until each had their turn in both holes. As Cunt lay back against the pillows, legs spread and fingers idly rubbing her swollen and glistening pussy, the director said,

“How do you feel, Charity?”

“Empty.” She replied with a giggle.

“Do you need another cock, slut?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, good. We have a little surprise for you.”

With that, the man who had gone first lay down on the bed, his eleven inch cock standing strait up. Right away she straddled him and he pulled her down so that she was laying on him. A second man with an equally large cock knelt behind her and pushed easily in to her ass as she groaned her fullness. Finally, a third and slightly smaller man positioned his cock in front of her mouth and she sucked hard on it as the two men in her other holes found their rhythm. My little slut was air tight and being pounded hard in all three of her holes, the look on her face one of pure bliss. The man in her baby hole orgasmed and just before the other men came, they pulled out and forced Cunt down on the bed on her back. The man who had just filled her pussy held her back, pulling her legs up to her shoulders and ordered her to spread herself open. The two other men who hand just been inside of her jacked off until they had shot their cum all over her gaping hole and then, yanking her dress all the way off, forced her to her knees on the floor. As a finale, the remaining men surrounded her and covered her face and tits with their contributions. When they were done, her mascara was running down her face and she smiled at the camera as she rubbed her breasts and licked the cum off them.

“Now how do you feel?” The director asked.

“Knocked up!” She said directly to the camera with a huge grin on her face.

I knew right then that she had really accepted her fate as my breeding slave. When we finally got Cunt home and cleaned up, it was almost nine. We put both of the girls to bed and then went to bed ourselves.