Kelly's Conversion

Chapter 4

I took her to my real house, dropped her off, now completely passed out, and left her in the special basement room that I had set up for her. I started the video, turned up the volume and left.

I returned to my play house, as I call it, and waited for her bothers to wake. While I waited, I went upstairs, and began editing the remaining tapes. Chuck awoke first. At about 4:30 A.M he woke his brother, and then came to find me. I had seen them get up, and made sure that they saw nothing that I didn't want them to see. I gathered up the tapes and put them in my bag. I told Chuck and John that I would drive them home. I had placed a small tape recorder in the bag, and placed it in the back of the van.

As I drove the brothers home, we discussed the events of the evening. They went on and on about how great it was to screw that whore tonight, she was such a good fuck. The asked me at least a dozen times for her phone number, telling me that they were definitely going to call her again. I told them she was moving, and that I'd get them the number when she got settled in. Our discussion was crude and rude, and they had many wonderful comments to say about Kelly's body.

I dropped them off and returned home. Once there, I checked on my guest. She was still asleep. I placed the part of the edited video that I had made, up to this point, into the machine and hit the auto-repeat button, before I went upstairs and fell asleep myself, exhausted.

Kelly awoke about 8:30 AM and took note of her surroundings. She was locked inside a small concrete room, two walls were mirrors and the other two painted black. On one of the black walls had a large metal door in it, with a slit cut in the middle, just large enough to pass a tray through. It was a jail door. On the other wall was a small shower stall, made of clean clear Plexiglas, and a cot with a velvet covered air mattress. In the wall with the door was a large piece of glass and behind the glass was a large television set. The speakers for the television were mounted under tiles in the twelve foot ceiling.

The picture on the screen made Kelly want to vomit, and she leaned over the metal toilet in the corner next to the shower stall and did exactly that. As she pulled her head up from the toilet, she saw the sink built into the top of it. As she drank from the sink, she realized that she was in a jail cell. Well, it was a jail cell with a few little modifications.

Kelly screamed for over two hours, but no one replied. Finally she gave up, and started the shower. She showered for over an hour, until she finally felt clean, having used the entire bottle of shampoo, and rubbing the bar of soap down to the size of a small pebble. As she got out of the shower, she realized that there were no towels, or anything else for that matter, that she could dry herself off with. She rang her hair out, the best that she could. She rubbed the water she could off of her nude body, before exiting the shower.

She sat there for the next three hours on the cot, yelling for help every now and then. She tried to find someway to shut the TV off, but it just kept playing back what had happened to her last night, over and over again. She tried to sleep, but couldn't, scared as she was. She turned her head, trying to avoid seeing her images on the screen. She felt as if she was in hell.

I woke up sometime after one o'clock that day, and made us some breakfast. I went down stairs and let her out, and she almost attacked me, but thought better of it. She immediately started asking questions, which turned into accusatory statements and then into threats. She would have me arrested, I had kidnaped her, drugged her and raped her. I would go to jail for the rest of my life. I would never get away with this. I sat in the locked room with her as she continued her threats. She demanded her clothes back, and that I let her go immediately.

I waited for twenty minutes, before I finally responded to her. I had just sat there, listening to her and letting her vent. When she finally finished, I began.

"I own your home, your car, your furniture and you." I said.

She started to protest, "You don't own me. Nobody..."

"SHUT UP!" I shouted at her, cutting her off. Not knowing what to say, as I had never spoken to her like that before, she just stood there quietly, unsure what to do "I own you, unless you want the tapes of you at the church to be the new feature on the website, and unless you want everyone to see you performing with your brothers. I'll mail tapes of you to everyone you've ever known. Your mother, father, grandparents, aunts, uncles, friends, enemies, people from your church. You can go and tell anyone you want, but there is nothing you can do to stop those tapes of you from getting out. So you decide. You do what I say, when I say, how I say and with whom I say, for the next 90 days, or else. That's the deal, you do what I want for the next three months or else everyone sees you as the little slut you are. What do you have to say now?"

She immediately asked "How can I be sure that you'll let me go free in three months? How can I ever trust you again, after all you've put me through? Will I get all of the pictures and tapes back?"

I smiled and told her "You can't trust me. But I don't see how you have any choice in the matter either. Do what I ask, or I'll destroy you. Just think about the trial, if you try to press charges. The jury will have to watch that action up on the screen. There'll be press, national coverage too I'd bet. I could hire Johnny Cochran. Can you imagine your brothers up there, testifying about how they used you, and then you'd have to take the stand."

"Fine, but there has to be some ground rules. One, I won't..." she started to say.

I just laughed at her, as I cut her off again. "You're right, there does have to be some rules, only you don't get to make any of them. Rule number one is I make all the rules. Rule two is, that you'll do anything I tell you to do, or else. Now do you accept my proposal or not."

There was a long moment of silence, before I finally said, "I need your answer now or else I'll leave and go mail the tapes."

She just stood there crying, unable to answer me.

"NOW!" I shouted at her.

"Okay, okay! I'll do it, but you can't mail those tapes, no one can see me like that." she cried.

"NO, you still don't get it, you do everything I say, you'll be my slave, my little sex slave slut. Do you understand?" I asked her again.

"Yes." She said, dropping to her knees crying.

"Stand up and follow me slave." I ordered, leading her into the third of the five rooms in the basement.

I just smiled at myself, knowing that she would be mine for as long as I desired it. Although she followed me, she was still bawling. I couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Stop your god damn crying! I've heard all of that, that I care to." I turned towards her, looking angry, and ready to strike.

"Okay! I'll try." She pleaded, afraid that she would be slapped like last night.

"No. You'll do it. NOW." I informed her.

As she stood there, and you could see her trying to calm herself, pulling her frayed nerves together. She knew that the worst of it was over, it had to be. She thought that she would find an opening in my armor somewhere, and then she'd make me pay. I watched her closely, as she tried to calm herself down, knowing what she must be thinking. No, there would be no release, her feelings of hope would soon be crushed.

I went to the wall and flipped on the light, the room lit up, showing her the many devices that she would soon become familiar with. I watched her eyes, as they darted from one item to the next. She stared at the stockade in the corner for a long moment, before moving on. She looked around, seeing the hoods, masks, whips, crops, and other S&M toys lining one wall. The collection of cuffs, chains, ropes, and other bondage paraphernalia, seemed to cause her some discern as well. She looked over to the other wall, and I could see her almost lose her composure again. She saw the table with the levers and pulleys underneath it, not sure what the menacing device was capable of, but sure that she would be forced to find out. The saw horses were sitting next to it. She took a deep gulp, when she saw the chair, thinking for sure that it was an electric chair.

The one item that barely caught her attention, and didn't even get a second look, was the large Craftsmen tool chest. It was soon to be an important part of her life. I led her to the center of the room, to the large padded mattress that was just below waist high. I had positioned the mattress so that all of the hidden cameras in the room would be focused on it. I had placed the cameras in such a way as to insure getting a good shot from any angle, and had flipped the switch to activate them, when I had turned on the lights.

"It's a shame you didn't eat the food that I had fixed for you, now you'll just have to eat my cock instead." I told her sternly.

Seeing no other choice, she moved closer to me.

"Remember slave, I want you to be happy, energetic, and enthusiastic. You'll have to beg me to allow you to suck my cock, and then you better make me believe that you're enjoying it, or else." I said with a satisfying smile on my face.

She took a deep breath, as she took a step closer to me and said quietly, "May I please suck your thing?"

"No." I told her.

"What? But you told me to ask you." she exclaimed.

"No. I told you to beg me for it, and make me believe it slave." I spat out hatefully at her.

"Oh pleaseee let me suck your thing." She said hoping to when my approval.

I just stood there, still not satisfied with her begging.

"I want to suck your thing. I'm begging you to let me do it, please." she paused. Then thinking for a moment, she began again, "I want that big dick of your's down my, um, my throat. Please put it down my throat." She said hesitantly.

Well this is more like it, I thought, as I allowed her to continue for another five minutes. After making her beg me for that long, she really sounded like she wanted to suck my cock, if for no other reason than to be allowed to stop her begging. That would work great for my purposes, so I finally gave her permission to "blow me".

After being told that she could continue, she just stood there, apparently waiting for me to take off my pants. "Well what are you waiting for?" I asked her, gesturing at my crotch.

Knowing that she would have to take my pants off, she timidly reached for the button. I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Make me believe that this is what you want bitch." My hurtful name, bringing a tear to her eye, but she didn't make a sound.

She now dropped my pants, as I stepped out of them and she slid my boxers down my legs. Once again, I stepped out of them. She reached out and started to jerk my semi-erect dick.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked her, now angry with her.

"I was giving you a blow job Sir." she said.

"You call me Master. Is that understood Slave?" I explained to her.

"Yes, Master." She said.

"Well good!" I thought, "At least she's a quick learner."

Kelly slowly brought her lips to my cock. As she took it into her inviting mouth, I was in sheer heaven. The girl of my dreams at my mercy, and giving me a blow job. The mere thought of it was enough to make the first several minutes enjoyable, but the thrill quickly wore off, with her lackluster performance.

I leaned over closer to her ear and said, "Don't you remember anything your brother's and I taught you last night slave? You better start doing it better."

Kelly began to redouble her efforts, hoping desperately to please me. Finally, after some time, I felt the beginning of excitement in my dick, and I knew that I would cum shortly. She sensed the twitching of my prick and figured out that it was coming as well. She began to slide back off my cock, hoping to pull her mouth away, before I could shoot my load down her throat. Sensing her reluctance, I grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her head back down, her nose now touching my crotch hair. As she struggled to pull away, I leaned over once again and told her, "Stop it! You will swallow it all!"

As I looked down into her eyes, she calmed herself, just before I let loose, shooting load after load of my hot seed down her throat again. She tried to swallow, as best she could, but some had slipped out of her lips, so much the better. I released her hair, and she pulled away, trying to catch her breath.

"I didn't say to stop." I spoke softly to her.

"But you already made me swallow your..." she began.

I just looked down at her and frowned, disappointed in her yet again. Seeing my reaction to her pleading, she took my now softening cock back into her mouth and worked her best to get it hard again. It took her a long time to bring back my erection, but finally I began to stiffen. Feeling my arousal returning to me, I leaned over again and told her to, "Beg me to let you fuck me slave. Remember I want you to beg me for it."

Kelly stood up, and began her pleadings, it took only three to four minutes this time, before I was satisfied with her efforts. Happy with her begging, I jumped up onto the mattress, and positioned myself in the middle. Just laying there, looking at her. I saw when she finally registered what she would have to do. As she slowly climbed up on the mattress with me I saw the worried look on her face.

"Remember, you are to be happy and energetic about this, or else." I almost whispered to her.

She tried to smile, as she mounted my body, spreading her legs to either side of my body. She then slowly slid herself down onto my cock. I just lay there, making no effort to move back into her. She sat on my prick for a long time before she finally began to move herself up and down on my cock, seeing that I had made no effort to do so myself. As she sat on top of me, moving her well muscled legs up and down, as she pumped herself on my tool, I took in the view. She was still so beautiful. Her face was angelic, although her hair now looked a little matted, and she had the dark rings under her eyes, from the hours of crying, but she was still gorgeous. As she rode up and down on me, I was drawn to her breasts. They looked wonderful, I would have guessed a 34C, although I knew that she bought herself 34B bras. I kneaded her small, but ample breasts, causing her to moan, as I groped her already tender melons.

Feeling me cuming inside of her, she was caught up in the moment, and suddenly came too. As she milked the last of my seed out of my dick, and into her womb, I took a deep sigh. 'God that felt good.' Sensing that I was done, she started to shift her weight. Knowing that she planned to dismount me, I only looked at her and cocked my head to the side, showing her my displeasure. Seeing that I didn't want her to leave just yet, she continued riding up and down on my still semi-erect cock. As she rode me, for what seemed like an hour, I wondered if she really had drained me in the last 24 hours.

At some point in her humping of me, she had thrown her arms back, and used them to help lift herself up off of my cock. At first I mistook this action as being one of exhaustion, then hearing the low moans escaping from her mouth, and felling the warmth on my dick, I knew that she was having an orgasm. The knowledge of her arousal was just what I needed, and I felt the life coming back to my own organ.

I pulled Kelly down onto my chest. As we lay chest to chest, I whispered in her ear "Beg me to fuck you in the ass, Slave."

She looked down at me horrified "Oh please don't make me do that! I'm so sore that I was bleeding when I..." she trailed off, seeing the fire in my eyes, and sensing my anger with her building.

Kelly laid on top of me for a few seconds and then began again. "Can't I just suck on your dick some more? Please! It will be the best ever, I promise." she pleaded with me.

I just laid there closing my eyes. Obviously my slave wasn't as fast a learner as I had thought.

"I'm sorry, but I can't. I just can't do that again. It will kill me!" she said.

Angered by her refusal to obey I pushed her off of me suddenly, causing her to fall to the floor. When she hit the floor she burst out crying "Why? Why? WHY?"

Now pissed, I spoke, "No problem, then I guess I'll just be mailing those tapes. I'm sure all your friends and family will love them. I do think you'll have a little explaining to do to your mother though. Oh, by the way, your brothers wanted your number this morning. They said they had to have you again. I guess I can tell them that they already know it now."

She still just lay there crying. Damn I guess I didn't have enough on her yet. Well that's okay I could always get more.

"Fine, then I guess I'll go up and update the web page." I said, as I walked over to the door and began to leave.

"No. No. Alright, alright, go ahead and do it. Do me in my butt." she finally said.

"What?" I asked.

"Do it. Do me in the butt, okay. If that's what you want, then just do it." she answered.

Cocking my head to the side I frowned at her.

"Please do me in the butt. Please." She started off, as she rubbed the tears from her eyes, and tried to force a smile onto her face. "Please just do it master." she tried some more. "Please put your dick in my butt." she said.

I just looked at her, and raised my eyebrows. She was going to have work harder at it than that.

"Please Master, fuck me in the butt." she smiled, and continued, "Please stick your thing in my butt." she said, obviously frustrated by being forced into this "Come on, please stick your DICK in my ASS, MASTER." she said, now trying to sound as sexy, and as sincere as she could.

I could see right through it, knowing that she hated saying those filthy words. I grabbed her by her hair, and pushed her face first into the mattress.

"Well, help me guide my cock into your ass slave!" I ordered.

Kelly reached back blindly, trying to find my now hard cock. Not wanting to wait, I took her hand, and guided it to my prick. Wrapping her hand around the still slimy rod, she guided it up to her tender, abused ass hole. The moment that I felt her bring me up to the now stretched hole of her anus, I rammed my cum covered cock into her. She was still far too tight in that area, but now angry with her, for her arguing with me, I sawed into her, seeing the blood on my prick as I pulled it almost all the way out. Sensing her pain I shot yet another load into her ass, after the first or second blast was shot into her, I pulled out, and pushed her to the floor. I shot the remainder of my thick fluid onto her face, covering her with the stuff and then ordered her to "Clean me up."

Kelly, slowly but without an argument, took my cum, blood, and shit covered cock into her mouth, licking everything off of me. I then ordered her to lay on the mattress.

Without saying a word she climbed up and lay with her back down on the mattress. I walked over to the tool chest, and opened one of the drawers, gathering my equipment. In the small upper drawers, I had needles, syringes, clamps, tweezers, razors and jewelry. In the larger middle drawers, I kept a large collection of dildo's, vibrators, and butt plugs, for my slaves. Well, actually Kelly was my first and since I had no others, yet, I had set all of this up for her. In the larger bottom compartments of the tool chest, I kept all of the drugs that I would need for my pet.

"Kelly, you still haven't seemed to accept the fact that I now own you. So I thought that maybe we should pierce that navel, in your athletic little belly, to remind you who's property you are." I said, as I started to wheel my now fully stocked cart over to her.

"No! Please! I did what you wanted. Why won't you leave me alone?" she pleaded, and started to get up.

"Stop! Don't you dare get up slave! I told you to lay down, and you'd better do so, if you know what's good for you." I hollered at her.

She glanced down at the tray, and seeing the needles, she jumped down from the mattress.

"No! I didn't agree to this. You didn't say anything about doing this to me." she cried.

"Wrong! Slave I told you, you had to do anything and with anyone that I wanted you to do. Now get back up on the mattress and lay down. If you hadn't argued with me, then I wouldn't be doing this now. So just get up there and take your punishment or else." I replied.

"Please, I didn't mean to argue with you, I just..." she started with me again.

"Fine now I am going to pierce your tongue too. You want to really piss me off and I'll do your tits and pussy too." I warned her.

She dropped her head, and climbed back onto the mattress, when she laid down I began. I rubbed the alcohol swab over her belly button, and then grabbed my sterilized hollow needle. I was by no means a pro, but I had down some computer work for a local parlor, and the owner had been kind enough to show me how to pierce a woman. Although I had no piercings of my own, and didn't necessarily think that they were all that attractive, but I knew what affect that it would have on my slave. Having been allowed to do this to several of his customers, I felt comfortable trying it on my own for the first time.

I had pierced her navel, and inserted the ring, in no time at all and she hardly winced. I then ordered her to go sit in the chair. Once she sat down, I began tying her to it, wanting to make sure that she didn't try to escape me again. Once she was secured, I told her to open her mouth. She refused, keeping her mouth tightly closed, and not saying a word. I simply said "Fine." and picked up my body marker. Stepping back I looked at both of her breasts, judging them, and then making a mark on one. I stepped back looked at the other one, and then marked it as well.

As I picked up the large needle from the table, she finally opened up her mouth saying. "Okay! Just be careful." Sticking her tongue out.

I looked at her and said "Good, I see you have finally come to your senses. I've never pierced anyone's brow before, and I thought you might be my first."

I then put down the larger needle and turned my attentions to her tongue. To say that she didn't feel anything would have been a lie, but hey, it was done. With a loop ring in her navel, and a stud going through her tongue, she had hoped that it was over. But I immediately picked up the needle that I was going to use on her nipples again and she started to protest again.

"Nooo! peease! Iiill oo anythung else yoou wan me ooo oo." She was having trouble talking with her newly pierced tongue.

"I'll tell you what, you SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW! Or I'll pierce you pussy, nose and both of your fucking eye brows." I told her, now fuming with her continued resistance. "Okay, you just sit here like a good little slut slave, and let me do your tits, and this will be it. If you don't..." I trailed off, leaving the rest of it up to her imagination. I already had other plans for her pussy but that could wait for now.

The guy who taught me how to do this would never have done four piercing like this in one sitting, but she had really made me angry. I pierced her nipple, and inserted metal tubes, before putting the rings through them. She jerked and cried, but never said a word. I decided to let her have a break, so I walked upstairs and showered, turning on the audio tape of my conversion with her brothers from last night, letting her hear us talk about her. Letting her brothers talk about fucking her, their sister, even though they didn't know that when they fucked her, or even now for that matter.