Teaser from Slut University Series Book One, Freshman Year: Engaged and Enslaved

This teaser is from my second series, Slut University.  This series is shared universe with The Society Series, and eventually there may be some cross over between the two.  I'm doing this series in a rather unique way.  It is broken down in to "years" - freshman, sophomore, junior, senior.  Each year will consist of four novellas that will eventually be combined in to one larger book to make a set of four.  This series focuses on Jake and his fiance, Allie.  Jake has been married once before, to a rather prudish woman who berated him for his needs and desires.  Now, he's determined to mold his sweet, willing Allie in to his perfect slut.  The teaser scene below is taken from Allie's first day at the University.


It was two hours until dinner, and next on Allie's schedule was private instruction. Heading to the third floor, where most of the private rooms were, Allie found the one she was supposed to report to and knocked gently on the door. A very attractive man opened it, and she stepped inside. The room was slightly larger than the bedroom she shared with Brenda. On one side was a desk and chair, on the other an odd, padded table with adjustable legs. The man wasted no time, immediately ordering Allie to bend over the table. She sat her things down and obeyed.

“Jake indicated on the intake survey that he is the only man you have ever been with. That is going to change. As a slut, you will take as many cocks as he wants, starting with mine. You will also not be allowed to climax until I give you permission, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was shaking.

He pulled his large cock from his pants and slowly pushed it in to her, feeling the butt plug through her thin wall as he did. Leaning down, he said,

“I'm going to fuck you like what you are, Allie, and I'm going to cum deep inside your cunt. When I ask you what you are, you will answer me by saying you are a dirty slut.”

Righting himself, he began to pump in and out of her tight hole, holding on to her hips for leverage. Allie's mind was racing – she had a strangers cock in her pussy, and it felt so good, but she couldn't help but think that it wasn't Jake's. As he began to fuck her harder the pleasure she felt built and it became hard to think. Suddenly, he said,

“What are you?”

“I...I'm a dirty slut, Sir.” She replied, panting.

“Does my cock feel good, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Say it.”

“Your cock feels good, Sir.”

“Be more explicit, slut.” He ordered, fucking her harder still.

“Your cock feels good in my cunt, Sir.”

“Good girl! Your tight little cunt feels good on my cock too, slut.”

He pounded in to her without mercy, asking her several more times what she was and each time she replied as she had been told. Her pussy ached for an orgasm, and yet she knew better than to touch herself. After nearly twenty minutes, he said,

“I'm going to cum, slut. I'm going to cum deep in this tight hole of yours. Tell me you want it.”

“I want your cum in my cunt, Sir.”

“Good girl! Here it comes!”

He fucked her hard, shoving his cock as deep as it could go as he shot his hot load in to her. She felt it begin to fill her and without thinking she said,

“May I please cum, Sir?”

“Yes!” He grunted, and her orgasm swept over her, her muscles clamping down on his cock and milking more of his cum from it as she climaxed hard.

A few moments passed before he pulled out of her to clean himself up. She could feel his cum begin to dribble out of her cunt and down her thighs, just as Jake's had done the day before. Allie moved to stand, but he pushed her back down with a hand firm on her back.

“You're not done yet, young lady.” He said firmly. “Your personalized curriculum says you will be starting with four cocks a day, three in your cunt and one in your slut hole. The others will be here in just a moment.”

Allie's heart began to pound as the reality of her situation hit her. Jake really was having her turned in to a slut. Though much of what she had been through already was embarrassing, she had become aroused by it. She felt sexy in the tiny uniform, high heels and heavy makeup. Being fucked by a man she had just met had been incredibly hot, and even sucking a fake cock in a room full of other girls hadn't been so bad. Now, as the strangers cum leaked down her legs, she waited. Shortly, they were joined by three other men she had never seen before.

“Guys, this is Allie.” She heard the instructor say. “You know what to do.”

The first man stepped up behind her, cock at the ready, and pushed deep in to her waiting pussy. He was about as big as the first, and she moaned. He pulled her tiny shirt up to reveal her tits and, holding on to them for leverage, began to fuck her hard. In mere seconds she was moaning loudly, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts.

“That's it, slut.” The man growled. “Fuck back on my cock! Tell me what you need!”

“I need your cock, Sir!” She panted, half delirious. “I need my cunt fucked, Sir!”

“I know you do, you filthy slut! And I know you want me to cum inside of you, don't you slut?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Say it, bitch!” He commanded, increasing his speed.

“I want you to cum deep inside my cunt, Sir! Please cum in my cunt!”

“Good girl!” He grunted as he felt his orgasm building. Soon, he was shooting his load as deep inside her as the first had and she was pleading for an orgasm of her own. However, her requests were declined and so she desperately fought it back, thankful when the man pulled out.

“Damn, she's got a tight hole.” He said to the others as he cleaned himself.

“I bet her ass is even tighter, even though she's had that plug in all day.” Said the third, moving up behind her.

He pulled the plug slowly from her tiny hole, set it aside and lubed his cock in her pussy.

“You ever had a cock in your ass, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her anxiety was clear in her voice.

“How many times?”

“Not many, Sir.”

“Reach back and spread your cheeks, slut. This is what you will do whenever someone indicates they want to fuck your slut hole. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She obeyed and with one swift thrust his huge cock was buried in her tight rear passage. Though she yelped as her ass was filled, it hadn't hurt nearly as much as she had expected from previous experience due to the plug having stretched her open just a little. Just as the men before him had with her cunt, he began to fuck her ass hard. Once more, Allie moaned in pleasure as her body was used.

“You like that big cock up your ass, slut?” He said, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in to her.

“Yes, Sir!” She gasped.

“Say it!”

“I like your huge cock up my ass!” She groaned.

“Again!” His thrusts grew slightly faster.

“I like your huge cock up my ass!”

Over and over he made her say this as he used her tight hole, fucking her harder and faster as he felt his climax approaching.

“Do you want my cum in your ass, slut?” He asked, shoving his cock in to the hilt and holding it there.

“Yes! Yes, Sir! Please, Sir, I want your cum in my ass!” Allie panted, the training already starting to kick in.

He began thrusting once more as she shamelessly begged for his cum in her ass, her slut hole. It wasn't long before he gave her exactly what she wanted, spraying his thick load deep in her ass. She could feel the hot liquid, feel it stinging slightly from the salt, and once more began to beg for an orgasm.

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.

Teaser Time 3, part 2!

  A little while ago, I posted my first non-sexual teaser, a chapter showing Sean's last days at the program.  While only a few pages in the book separate that scene from this one, a good deal happens.  Annie's reaction to his homecoming isn't exactly what Sean had pictured, and a long conversation is needed to get them back on track.  In this scene, Sean has finally caught her and finally got her to sit down and tell him what's going on.  The dark secret from her past that has had her terrified of submitting while he was away is revealed, and with that out of the way, Sean is eager to make Annie his, to take her not as a slave servicing a guest of his Owner, but as a partner and her Dom.  What made Annie react the way she did when he came home?  Well, you'll just have to read the book to find out!

Though I tried to appear calm, the ice in my glass gave away my trembling and he was by my side in two quick strides, taking the glass from me and setting it on the table before wrapping me in his arms again. He held me til the shaking subsided, then said,

“I can understand why ya ran from me now.”

I gave him a sheepish look, and he kissed the tip of my nose.

“It's alright, darlin', no need to be embarrassed. It may not have been the most logical thinkin', but ya had a good reason for what ya did.”

I shrugged.

“Do ya think we can put all that behind us now, little girl? At least the runnin'?”

“I think we can.”

“I'm glad ta hear ya say that, lass. Every moment that I did'na have to focus on m'trainin', ye were on my mind. I dinna want ya afraid of me, lass.”

“It's not you I'm afraid of, I swear. It's letting go, submitting again. I've been terrified of it ever since that night.  Francis even cut that part of my training short, because he knew where my mind was.”

I couldn't look at him. I could barely look at anything but the carpet.

“Annie, I've said it before and I'll say it again. I'd never harm ya. I dinna know what I need ta do ta prove it to ya, love, but I will prove it. To the rest of The Society, ye'll be my partner, and nothin' more. I may desire more from ya, but they never need know.” His voice was low and soothing, and I began to relax a little.

“Thank you.”

“Yer most welcome, lass. I've said I will'na pressure ya, and I mean it. But I do want ye as more than just my partner.  Maybe I could'a been happy with that before, not fully knowin' what else there might be. But not now.”

I tensed again, and took a small step back. He didn't move.

“I know that scares ya, little one. I dinna want ya to be afraid. I know ye, Annie, yer tough and ye always have been. That's part of why I'm attracted to ya! The thought of a woman like yew being mine, it's intoxicatin'. Sure, I could take a slave, like everyone'll be expectin' of me, but I'd rather have yew, lass.”

While I heard every word he said, the one that stuck with me was 'mine'. He wanted me to be his, to belong to him. I felt my pulse begin to race and my breathing go shallow. I was terrified and thrilled at the same time, my legs tensed and ready to run while at the same time my arousal began to make itself known. I could feel my face flush, and took a seat on the couch to keep my knees from going next. He sat next to me once more, facing me though I faced forward.

“Was it somethin' I said?”

I nodded. The look on his face said he knew exactly what had done this to me.

“Do I need ta say it again?”

I was frozen in place by the mix of emotions running through me.

“I want ya to be mine, Annie. Not the way a slave belongs to their Master or Mistress, but the way that one person can belong to another only when they've given themselves willingly. I've seen it in ya, before I left. I felt ya go weak when I said it before, and I know tis only yer nerves and fear talkin' now.”

He scooted closer to me, putting an arm around my shoulders. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. His free hand brushed my cheek before cupping my chin and turning my face to look at him.

“I can see it in yer eyes, and ya know I can. I know ya want this as badly as I do, ya just need to admit it to yerself.”

I looked away as I felt my defenses begin to crumble a little.

“Dinna look away from me, lass. Ya can'na hide it, though I know yer tryin'. I'll ask ya again, dew ya want this?”

After a moment that seemed like forever, I nodded.

“Ya need help with the words, don't ya little one.”

It wasn't a question, but I nodded anyways.

“Repeat after me then. I am yours.”

For a brief moment I felt like I would faint.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

I forced my eyes to meet his.

“I know ya want to, so say it. I am yours.”

“I...I am....yours.” I finally managed, though even I could barely hear myself.

“What was that?”

“I...am...yours.”

It felt even better the second time than it had the first, my fear giving way to a feeling of freedom I couldn't ever remember having felt before. Sean grinned from ear to ear and pulled me to him, holding me close. I held on to him like my life depended on it. When we finally managed to pull away from each other, he said,

“How do ya feel?”

“I...honestly, I don't know. I can't describe it.”

“Ya look more relaxed now than I've seen ya all day.”

“I think I am. I'm still nervous, but I'm not so afraid any more.”

“I'm glad.”

The hand that had been cupping my chin slid around behind my head and pulled me in for a kiss. His lips were soft against mine, and I could feel myself starting to melt just like I had the first time we kissed. Our lips finally parted, but still we sat there with our heads together, enjoying the closeness of it. Pushing a stray lock of hair from my face, he said,

“Are ya ready for me ta make ya mine, Annie?” His voice was husky and his accent thick. I shivered.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, it is.”

I could see a glimmer of something in his eyes, something not entirely new but still foreign as he said,

“Yes, what?”

My heart skipped a beat. I didn't have to guess at what he meant.

“Yes...Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Standing, he took me by the hand and lead me into the bedroom, and with one simple word, took full control of me all over again.

“Strip.”

My limbs weak and shaking, I slowly removed my boots, skirt, shirt and bra, letting them fall to the floor. When I was nude, he motioned for me to lay back on the bed and proceeded to undress himself. By the time he joined me on the bed, I was a raw bundle of nerves. He traced a finger from my cheek to my hip and back up the other side, causing me to shiver.

“I know it's always been a bit rough when I've taken ya in the past, darlin', but I believe tonight calls for somethin' different. Just yerself and I, no toys or tools. I've been thinkin' about this a good deal while I've been away, and I've a feelin' yer just as ready for me as I for ye, lass.”

If I hadn't already been soaking wet, I would have been after those words. His voice was low, his eyes a shade or two darker from the pent up desire and I could feel his erection pressing against my leg. I nodded.

“Good.”

With that he kissed me again, pressing himself against me. I was not bound or gagged or blindfolded and yet I felt more helpless to him than I ever had before as his mouth moved down to plant little kisses on the tender spot between my neck and shoulder. I let out a little whimper and heard him chuckle in response. One hand found my breast, gently stroking and squeezing it, occasionally pausing to lightly pinch and twist my nipple. Already my head was spinning, and the tops of my thighs were becoming damp. His cock twitched against my leg repeatedly as his mouth moved from my neck to my breast and back up on the other side to my ear.

“I'd wanted ta drag this out a bit more, lass, but I find I want ya too badly. I know yer ready for me. Spread your legs, little girl.” His voice bordered on a growl, though there was something strangely tender about it.

I did as he asked and he positioned himself, then leaned down to kiss me. Just before he pushed forward, he said,

“Are ya sure yer ready to be mine?”

“Yes, Sir.”

His cock began to slide in to me and I groaned, having forgotten the size of it in our time apart. He began slowly, taking his time moving in and out of me, and did so until I was squirming under him, giving away my desperate need for more. He leaned in for one last gentle kiss before his hand slid behind my head and grabbed my hair at the scalp, pulling my head to the side and exposing my neck. His mouth found my skin once more as his thrusts became harder, his teeth first grazing then biting the sensitive little area he knew all too well.

“What are ya, Annie?” he growled in my ear.

“Yours, Sir.” I gasped in reply.

“Say it.” I could feel him holding back.

“I'm yours.”

“Good girl.”

He groaned and began to fuck me harder. As my arms were free for the first time with him, I reached behind and dug my nails in just a bit, dragging them down his back.

Little by little we lost ourselves to each other and the passion we were feeling. My legs went around his hips as I thrust up to meet him, pressing our bodies together. When he growled in my ear for me to play with myself, I did so gladly and quickly reached my first orgasm. Though he kept going, I could feel him tense as my muscles spasmed around him. I was in a fog and all I knew was that I could not get enough. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over us both, his teeth leaving marks on my pale skin just as my nails left on his. I was spinning, falling, loosing myself to him, and I didn't care. The whole thing felt like it would last forever and seemed to come to an end all too soon when he finally pushed in as deep as he could and let go inside of me.

Teaser Time 3, part 1!

  It took me a while to decide what I wanted to post as the teaser for this week, and It came down to two, one of them almost completely non-sexual.  Shocking, I know.  I will admit to being a bit infatuated with the character Sean, and that said infatuation may have something to do with my choices today.  In my first Teaser Time post, we Sean working together with fellow slave Andy to sexually dominate the heroine, Annie.  Over time, he proves to be more than proficient in this role, and a bond develops between he and Annie that leads to his Owner, Susan, offering to enroll him in a special program.  As Sean was sold in to slavery in Ireland after loosing a bet, he has an option that born and acquired slaves do not - to be released and trained as a dominant.  This chapter is a look at what the program is like for Sean towards the end.  And don't worry, I'll be posting a steamy scene in a little while!

The day began as so many had at the program. Sean had been assigned both a male and a female slave to tend to him after his first couple of days there, and it was the female who woke him gently each morning. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, thanked her with a pat on the head and shuffled off to the bathroom. As Sean waited for the water to warm enough he found himself thinking back over the month or so that he had spent at the program compound.

There were several houses that served as living areas for the people in the program and those who ran it, as well as for the slaves that belonged to the program. He had expected the living arrangements to be like those he was used to at Susan and Arnold's manor, where there was a dorm-style room for the male slaves and a separate room of the same style for the females. He was pleasantly surprised to find that this was not the case. Each three story house had six or eight bedrooms that were small without being suffocatingly so, and each bedroom had it's own small bathroom. The furnishings were nothing like he had become accustomed to at the Manor either. There was a full sized bed with a plush mattress and fine linens, two small bedside tables that matched the wood frame of the bed, each with their own small lamp, a small bookcase and a comfortable wing back chair with an ottoman that sat opposite the bed, as well as a small table for meals.

Sean had no idea what happened during a mentorship, as the details of those were usually guarded very closely, but he had a feeling that he was getting the same thing in a much shorter time span. To make things even more intense, he had been told multiple times by the staff that he was progressing much faster than most of the former slaves that had come through. The first few days had been spent covering the rules, protocols and etiquette for Society Dominants, and while it was a lot of information to absorb, Sean had no problems. It wasn't so different from what was expected of the slaves, except for the parts that covered dealing with slaves, both those who belong to you and those who belonged to others. The rest of it simply seemed to be common sense as far as he was concerned.

After flying through that portion, they had moved him on to basic slave and submissive training techniques. Sean was surprised to find that so many of the others in these classes thought that the two were one and the same and had to remind himself that he might have been given a leg up there due to his time with Annie, as well as the dynamic between his former owners. Without that to help him bite his tongue he very well may have given a classmate or two a piece of his mind. The person in charge of that part of the program had to explain it to the others several times before they got it, and even asked for Sean's assistance with the subject. For some reason so many of the participants had a very difficult time understanding that there were some training techniques used on slaves that one should not use on a submissive, at least not without their consent.

As with the first part, Sean moved on from the training classes faster than anyone else save for one or two of his classmates. The third part of the program was much longer, filling about two weeks and dealing with the various tools of the trade and how to use them. This is where the slaves assigned to each participant came in to play. Starting with the basics – bare hand and small tools like paddles, clamps and gags – they learned how to use each both for pleasure and for punishment. They also covered how to punish a slave or submissive who enjoys pain too much for it to be used to correct behavior. Sean once again proved a natural, taking most to singletails and the florentine flogger style, as well as OTK spanking. While his progress had again been speedy, Sean chose to stay in this class the full two weeks to really get his techniques down.

In under a month Sean had managed to reach the fourth stage of the program. As so many within The Society used subliminal training on their slaves, the fourth part of the program was geared towards getting rid of any residual subliminally implanted ideas. Much of their slave training could be wiped clean with the classes during the first three parts, but not everything. The days were easier as there were no formal classes, only recordings that the participants were required to listen to for several hours each day. During this time they could work on their skills with the implements, go over things from other classes or simply enjoy the grounds. It was this that Sean had planned for his day once he got out of the shower.

The girl was waiting for him with a warm, fluffy towel as usual and dried him as he brushed his hair and teeth and went through the rest of his morning ritual. He dressed in a sharp pair of black slacks – a look that had quickly become a favorite of his – and a fitted blue t-shirt before sitting down to the breakfast that the male slave had brought up for him. Sean was just finishing his meal when there was a knock at his door. He nodded to the male slave, who in turn got up and answered the door. It was Francis, the man who had been in the one in charge of handling Sean's time at the program.

“Good morning Sean, how are you this morning?” He asked as the male slave fetched a chair for him.

“A good mornin' to ya as well, Francis. I'm quite well, thanks. Yourself?” He replied, motioning for the girl to pour Francis a cup of coffee.

“I'm just fine. Actually, I have a bit of news for you.” He replied, adding cream and sugar to his coffee. He paused to take a sip and then said,

“I wasn't planning to tell you until you were leaving the program, but some things have come up and your training has progressed so quickly that I feel now is as good a time as any. You know that I don't work full time with the program, that I'm usually only called in when they are short handed.”

“Yes, I remember you sayin' that.”

“Well, they weren't short handed this time. I found out from Susan and Arnold that you were coming here because of your involvement with Annie. I was her Mentor when she came in to The Society.”

“I had no idea.” Sean was stunned, and a little worried about where this was going.

“They let me know because of something Annie witnessed during the submissive portion of her mentorship. I'm sure she will tell you the gory details in her own time, so I'll just give you the basics. She witnessed a submissive who had been serving at the party we hosted that evening being abused by the couple that owned her, and from that night on it seemed as though she was just going through the motions until she moved on from that part of her mentorship. She pushed those urges down pretty far.”

Sean was silent for a moment, taking in what Francis had told him, then said,

“It did'na seem like goin' through the motions when she and I were together.”

“She may not have been. I've got to say, if you've brought that out of her, you've got something special. Don't hurt her.”

“I would never.”

“I'm glad to hear that. Now, the other reason that I'm here. Susan and Arnold got in touch with me because Annie is apparently freaking out a little. Seems she's had too much time to think about things with you gone. Since you've been progressing so rapidly, they decided to ask about the possibility of you graduating the program early. Personally, I don't see an issue with that. You're already very close to graduation.”

“Annie's freaking out? I don't think I've ever seen the lass do that.”

Francis chuckled.

“She doesn't do it often, that's for sure. It takes a lot to make her crack.”

“This must be pretty bad then?” Sean's concern for Annie was evident on his face.

“It seems that way. Now, you're currently in stage four, with the recordings five hours a day. If you double that to ten hours a day you could be out of here in a week. Stage five is simply a set of reviews and that only takes a day or two tops, depending on how you do. I don't think we need to worry about you on that one. What do you say?”

“If Annie's havin' that much trouble, I'd like ta get back as soon as I can.”

“I thought that might be the case. It's going to take a lot of hours, but I think you can pull it off.”

“I'll do m'best.”

“In that case, I'll leave you to it. You've already had three days of the recordings, which leaves you with four days plus your reviews. If you double up on the hours, you can cut that to two days plus reviews, probably four days total.”

“I'll be doin' m'best then.” He was visibly shaken.

“I know you will. I'll go inform Susan and Arnold.”

Francis left the room, and for a moment Sean simply stared at the wall. The conversation with Francis had not only left him worried for Annie, but had also forced him to confront the level of his feelings for her. The same few thoughts ran through his head over and over again. Was he going to loose her because of this? What would she be like when he returned? How much had changed, and how much of that change was because of her own fears getting in the way? Forcing the thoughts from his head, Sean picked up the mp3 player assigned to him, put the buds in his ears and pressed play. Grabbing the pair of floggers he had become fond of he headed out in to the field on the outer part of the compound to practice. Physical activity always helped clear his mind, so he barely noticed the time slipping by. It had been four hours when his slaves brought his lunch out to him. He ate without thinking, his mind elsewhere.

After lunch he returned to his room to change in to his running attire. There was a five mile loop around the compound and he had made that loop many, many times since coming to the program. It was a beautiful route with a canopy of leaves over most of it and a smooth, rock-free path. As soon as his feet hit the path leading away from the house he was in he was jogging, breaking in to a dead run when he hit the running path. Two hours and two and a half laps later, he was drenched in sweat but not yet ready to stop for the day. Slowing to a jog for a mile or so, he decided to walk the last bit to make it an even three laps even though it would take him about an hour to walk the rest of the loop and back to the house. He didn't care, so long as it kept him from worrying himself sick.

Sean finally returned to the house about an hour before dinner. Removing the ear buds and shutting off the player, he stripped out of his workout clothes and headed for the shower that the girl already had running for him. The hot water felt wonderful and he spent more time just standing under the spray than anything else. It wasn't until the water began to cool that he stepped out to be dried. Just as breakfast had been that morning, his dinner was waiting on the little table with the book he had been reading in the evenings next to it. He thanked his slaves and sent them to their dinner, then replaced the ear buds and sat down to eat. After the practice time with the floggers and his run, Sean was exhausted. Still, he had three hours left with the player before he could go to sleep.

When he had finished his meal and his slaves had returned he left the male to clean up and took the female out in to a small wooded area near the house, toy bag in hand. Of course, he had been told that fucking the slaves assigned to him was not only acceptable but almost expected. He had not, however, made use of the girl and the boy held no interest for him in that manner. What he had in mind for her that night was the closest he would get to using the attractive slave girl in his command. From the bag he took a length of rope and looped one end around a smaller tree, then formed the free end in to a cuff around the girl's left wrist. With a second length of rope, he did the same to the right, and then to both of her ankles. When she was securely fastened to the trees beside her, he retrieved his favorite floggers from the bag, walked behind her and quickly found his rhythm. He had not practiced on her outside of the classes, but now he needed something to keep his body awake and his mind occupied. He felt lucky that she was the type that enjoyed pain at that moment as the leather tails began to turn her flesh a light pink.

An hour passed this way, both of them hardly noticing the passing of time. When Sean finally realized how long it had been he put the floggers down and pulled two bottles of water from the bag. He downed half of one himself then opened the second and put a straw in it before holding it to the girl's mouth. She gave him a content little smile and began to drink. It was all he could do to keep from thinking of his Annie back at the manor as he watched the girl drain the bottle. When the water was gone he found the little vibrator he had been given in a side pocket of the bag and, holding it in front of the girl's face, spoke over the recording playing in his ears.

“Now, am I right in thinkin' ya might be wantin' this little device now?”

“Yes, Sir.” She replied, her voice shaking with anticipation.

“I ought ta make ya beg for it lass, but ya've been so good today.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Sean turned the vibrator on and quickly found the girl's clit. Slipping an arm around her he slipped a finger in to her dripping pussy and pressed the vibe against her clit harder. The first orgasm hit hard and fast and the girl arched, twisting against her restraints as it did. Sean smiled. He coaxed her to a second, third and fourth orgasm before stopping. She was practically limp against the ropes by then and he had to put an arm around her waist to steady her as he untied her. He wrapped the half alert slave girl in the blanket from the bag and lay her down gently on the leaf covered ground, her head in his lap. They sat like that for nearly a half an hour before she was able to stand and walk enough to return to the house. He turned her over to the staff person responsible for seeing to the slaves when they were not needed and made his way back to his room where he dismissed the male slave for the night. Glancing at the clock by the bed, he saw that he had only an hour left. Caving to his own desires, he gave himself some much needed relief before cleaning up and getting ready for bed. He filled his final half hour with mindless tasks simply to stay awake, and when that half hour was done he gratefully removed the ear buds, lay down and slipped in to a deep, dreamless sleep.

The next day passed in much the same way, Sean doing everything he could to keep himself awake. At the end of the day, just as he was getting ready for bed, Francis came to see him again.

“I wont keep you long.” He said, watching Sean busy himself with packing his suitcase. “I know you've worked yourself hard today and yesterday. I just wanted to let you know that you have your reviews in the morning at ten.”

“Thanks. I don't think I could have done another day like this tomorrow, honestly. I need more time to recover, but I also needed to shut my mind off. I'm really worried about my Annie.” The last words slipped out before he could catch himself, and Francis smiled.

“I have no doubt that you will fly through your reviews tomorrow. The only reason you would need to stay another day after that would be to select your new things before your return. However, since I know you're worried about Annie, as am I, if you'd like to give me a list of things you need I can see that there is a bag waiting for you after the reviews tomorrow. You could be back at the manor before dinner tomorrow evening.”

Without speaking Sean quickly found a pen and paper and jotted out a list of clothing and other items he would need. It was a fairly short list, as he figured he could acquire the rest after returning home. Francis glanced over the list when it was handed to him and made a mental note to put in a few extra things for the party that would be thrown to welcome Sean in to The Society in his new role.

“Well, I will leave you to your rest. Best of luck to you in the morning, and I will see you when you are finished.” Francis said, reaching out to shake Sean's hand.

“Thank ye very much for everything, Francis.” Sean replied. It wasn't long until he was sound asleep once more.

***

When he awoke on his final day at the program, he could barely contain his excitement. Doing his best to remain calm, he showered and dressed in black slacks, a black t-shirt and black button up. He ate every bit of his breakfast but barely tasted any of it. At nine-thirty, he gathered everything he would need and headed across the compound to the main building for his reviews. The first hour or so was an interview, though it felt more like an interrogation to many who went through it. After that came a demonstration of proficiency with various toys and tools. Lastly came a step by step review of his time in the program and a tallying of the hours spent with the mp3 player. Finally, one of the review board said,

“You've really impressed us, Sean. Susan and Arnold were right to send you to us. We are happy to say that you have completed the program with flying colors, and that if you'd ever like a position at one of the program locations, just let us know.”

“Thank ye all very much.” He replied.

“You are very welcome. Now, Francis has informed us that you have a very special lady to get home to, so we will mail the papers to Susan and Arnold's manor for you.”

After a few more thank yous and handshakes, Sean was finally dismissed. He took the stairs two at a time, and when he reached his room he found Francis waiting for him. There was a shower running and fresh clothing laid out on the bed for him. With a quick nod to Francis he headed for the bathroom and showered as fast as he could while making sure to shave carefully. For one of the only times since he had been there he toweled himself off, then wrapped the towel around his waist to retrieve his clothing. Francis conveniently stepped out on a phone call just as Sean entered the bedroom and he smiled a little at this courtesy. The pants laid out were deep black denim instead of his usual dress slacks and with it was one of his favorite shirts, a well fitted emerald green t-shirt that flattered his coloring perfectly. He checked over the room one last time to make sure he had everything, then found Francis in the hall.

“Ready to go home?” Francis asked with a small smile.

“More than I'll ever be.” Sean replied.

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.