slave-clothes

XIII // MASTERLIST


A/N: Sad to say there’s little to none of pervy Ben in this chapter but we do get a rather fluffy Ben who’s too cute for his own good along with a third wheel Hux….which sounds funny but whatever, here’s the new CB! Enjoy and thank you for reading! Feed back is welcomed :)

Warning: None

Word Count: 4K+


“Thanks for joining me today.” Taking a sip of your drink from the straw, you gave Ben a smile. “I mean, I don’t mind going alone but since I went a little wild on shopping I at least had you to hold my bags.” Shrugging, Ben’s eyebrows raised as he let out a small gasp.

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Seeing the Dothraki pass through your city wasn’t something unusual. They got what they wanted and stayed a few days before leaving again. This year was a bit different. You had lived here your whole life and those two weren’t something you saw every day.

Long blonde hair and nice clothes, no slaves to be sure but no Dothraki either.T hey looked out of place and you couldn’t help but stare.



On your way home that afternoon you saw the guy from earlier, looking out over the city from high above. He looked interesting and you thought, why not give it a try. Maybe he spoke your language after all.

“Where are you from?” You ask as you walk up beside him and eye him curiously. He gives you a look all over, pondering if it would be worth his time to even talk to you.

“The seven kingdoms.” He finally says after being silent for a while but since you didn’t leave he answered in the end, “What’s beyond these mountains.” He points in the distance and you follow his fingers.

“I don’t know.” You answer truthfully, “I’ve been standing here my whole life, everything I’ve seen twice…but I hardly ever leave this city.” It was true but saying it out loud made you realize how much you longed for a different life, one outside these city walls.

“What’s your name?” He turns towards you for the first time and stares right at you with an intensity that almost makes you shrink back.

“Y/N…” You mumble and look down to the ground.

“Hmm…Y/N.” His fingers move under your chin, forcing you to look up at him, “Would you like to come with me? I’m sure I could find some kind of use for you.”

Your face is heating up at his words, your mouth falling open slightly as you think about his offer. You finally nod and he removes his hand, letting go of your chin.

“We’re leaving at sunrise tomorrow.” He tells you before turning around and walking away.



“How did the night ever get like this?” You ask in awe. You were a few hours away from the city and had stopped to make camp, you could see so many stars out here. Inside you hardly saw any.

You hear Viserys laughing beside you, “You really didn’t leave the city at all, huh?”

“No…I think my heart’s beating faster.”

“Is that so?” He comes over to were you’re standing, his hand lightly brushing your cheek. You bit your lip and look over to him, the blush from earlier appearing again only this time it’s dark and he thankfully can’t see it, “I know a good way to make it beat even faster.”

In The Past (Hamilton x Reader)

BTTP PREQUEL

Warnings: Mentions of sex, slavery mentions, ?

A/N: This is the prequel to my Back to the Past series, and i decided to show you what happened when they FIRST met. I briefly went over it in the story itself, but this will have more details. You don’t have to read series before this, it won’t make any references :) Since this is taking place in Greece, I changed the names of our boys/ Erin from BTTP. Here you go!

Jonas- John Laurens

Paris- Lafayette

Eris- Erin

Alexandros- Alexander Hamilton

Hercules- Hercules Mulligan


“We have to leave tonight.” Your friend, Eris said, sweeping the floor. You shook your head, looking around to make sure no one else heard what she suggested. The others were busy cleaning, paying no mind to your conversation. Since the both of you were indeed Persian, you spoke in a different language than the others to hid what you were saying.

“No, we cannot. If master finds out, he’ll slay the both of us. The others may hear us now. I think you may have given us a death sentence.” You responded, scrubbing the floor. She sighed, whispering again.

“Y/N, we need to. I heard him speaking to the lady of the home. They are going to be rid of us in a few hours. She is not in need of us any longer. I have our skeuos packed and hidden in the storage room. I am only telling you this because you are my friend. I am leaving, but will you come with me?” You bit your lip.

The consequences for leaving a master’s house were huge. If master was furious enough, he would bring you to the town square and have you assaulted with various people with sharp and blunt objects until you were a pile of flesh. The cons were outweighing the odds, but you were going to be dead by the end of the day anyway.

Might as well try to save your life.

“Okay, but how? He will be home at any given moment.” Eris rolled her eyes, and walked with you through the courtyard, to the other side of the house. Once the two of you were in the storage room, she began talking once more.

“We put this in his wine.” She dug through her chiton, and held up a small bag of powder. You tried reaching for it, but she pulled it away from you, hiding it once more. “It will make him fall asleep, leaving time for you and me to escape.”

Living in this state of panic was normal. Since you and Eris were abandoned, the master bought you when you were only seven. Usually, women in Athens would be wed at the age of 13, but you two have passed it, not suitable to be married anymore. The master said that he took pity on the two of you, making you his mistresses. But most of the time, you were treated like the slaves, tending to the family’s needs.

“Where did you get this from, Eris? We do not have any money.” She ignored you, grabbing plates from the shelf.

“I will see you in here after we give him the meal. And then we are never to be seen here again.” She looked at you, waiting for a response. You nodded quickly, and Eris walked out, leaving you confused.

~

That night, you served the master. He was quite grumpy that evening, refusing to even listen to Eris’s advances towards him. But he ate the meal that you two prepared, not bothering to thank you. You were his slaves, so this was a normal occurrence.

Eris gave you a look, glancing at the master at the table. His face was in the bowl, and you heard snoring. The two of you quickly carried him into his bedroom, and walked as fast as possible to the storage room. You felt your heart beating against your chest, almost as if it wanted to leap out.

She gave you your skeuo, and the two of you walked out. No one noticed anything suspicious, since you could leave the home for supplies from the market. Eris told you that she put food and water inside, to last for a few days.

As the two of you were walking away, you looked down at your clothing. “Eris, someone may notice that we are not wearing fancier clothing. Do you not have any chitons with you? We need to blend in.” She cursed, squeezing her fingers as the two of you walked.

“No, I cannot believe I forgot to grab two. We need to go to a store and steal one. Or we may be dragged back to the master’s home.”

“That’s a terrible idea.” You hissed, pulling your skeuo closer to your chest. “We need to go back, we need to confess to the master, so that we may be spared.”

“No!” She yelled, a bit too loudly for the crowded market place. Heads turned towards the shout, and your hands began to shake, looking at all the eyes on you. Eris grabbed your arm, smiling softly at the people. They went back to their duties, and she pulled you into a small alleyway. “Y/N, no. Do you not understand what will happen? Do you not know of the ramifications of our actions? We already made this decision, and we cannot back out on it. Now, we need to make it to Sparta. There may be some relatives that I could convince to care for us. Okay?”

You dropped the skeuo, holding your face in your hand. “How can you be so brave in a time like this? We’re going to get caught and-“

“Excuse me, are you two okay?” You froze at the deep voice behind you. Eris coughed, turning you around to face the man that was speaking.

You almost jumped out of your skin, seeing not one man, but four. They were all clearly wealthy, wearing clean chitons that were made out of expensive fabric. The one that was speaking, wore his brown hair tied back, away from his face. He had dark brown eyes, and you saw nothing but concern in them. Still, you were nervous.

“We’re fine, sir. We were just discussing where to get certain supplies.” Eris said quickly, standing slightly in front of you. You thanked her silently for that, since she was braver than you. Another man, taller than him with freckles scattered across his cheeks, spoke up.

“In a dark alley? At nine at night?” He questioned, and you looked at Eris desperately. She still wore a poker face, different from yours.

“Sure. Can women not speak alone? Do we always need to be with our husbands?” She tested the waters, looking at the men. Another one scoffed, wearing a piece of fabric around his head. You wondered what it was, since you have not seen anyone wear something like that before.

“This would be more convincing if your friend here did not look as if she got caught doing something wrong.” He said, pointing at you. Your heart dropped.

Oh no, they’ve caught on.

“She is always a nervous woman. That is just in her nature. And there is four men standing in front of us in a hidden spot, why would she not?” Eris raised her eyebrow, looking at them. “Do you now understand the predicament we are under?”

“Sure,” the tallest one said, looking at you. His hair was curly, and he wore it in a bun, “But, can I ask a question? Why would wives be wearing the clothing of slaves?”

You almost melted into a puddle right then. This time, Eris did not have an excuse, looking back at you for some help. You stared at her, not knowing what to say. She sighed. “If I told you that we were robbed and almost taken, would you believe us?”

The man with the straight hair shook his head, looking at you. “Certainly not. Let us offer a solution to this problem that we seem to have. From what I’m gathering, you have run away from your home, since you are carrying belongings. And, you are hiding from everyone, suggesting that you are trying to escape. But where might you go?”

“None of your concern, sir.” Eris mumbled, and you nudged her, widening your eyes. He was not being rude to her, and he seemed nice. But her edging him on was not the best idea.

“Ahh, I see…” A small smirk rose to his lips. “The reason we have come over here is because there are guards that have noticed your presence in the marketplace. They are planning to arrest you, Hercules heard them. We see that you do not have an escape plan, so we have an offer.”

“And what may that be?” You spoke, and he smiled.

“She speaks. And your name, miss?” You opened your mouth, but Eris covered it, glaring at you.

“Speak sir. What were you saying?” Eris replied, cutting her eyes at you. You stayed shut, moving her dirty hands off you.

The man looked back at his friends. “We take you in. We make sure you’re safe, and then we’ll let you be on your way.”

“No deal.” Eris said, glaring at them. You tugged in her arm, and she glanced back at you, shaking her head. “Why would we take an offer from a stranger? We do not know of your intentions, and you are too friendly for comfort. You look like men that own a brothel.” You looked down, wanting to protest Eris’s statements. But she was a few months or so older than you, and it would be disrespectful to dispute with her.

“What about you, miss? How do you feel? Do you trust us?” The man asked, looking at you. You held your breath, seeing Eris giving you a look. You knew she did not want you to speak, but the man in front of you was smiling, not threatening at all.

“I would like that, sir. I would like to stay with you.” Eris gripped your arm, holding it tightly. You pulled your hand out, looking at her. “This is the best choice, Eris. We will not last long out here, and there’s guards looking for us. We need to go.” She rubbed her face, making decisions in her mind. After a couple of seconds, she nodded.

“Fine, okay. We will stay with them until it is safe for us to be on our way.” She turned to Hercules. “But if we find anything to be wary, we will leave.” Hercules nodded, looking at the man with the straight hair.

“Let’s be on our way then!” The man with freckles said, smiling happily. You were still hesitant, especially now since he looked enthusiastic. Eris put her arm in yours, giving you a closed lip smile.

~

The six of you arrived at their home. It was large, almost as big as a nearby brothel. You soon learned their names as you were walking. The man with the fabric on his head was Hercules, the shorter man with brown hair was Alexandros, Paris was the tallest, and Jonas was the one with the freckles.

You both took a bath first, and were given new, cleaner chitons. They showed you an empty room that they had, and you and Eris placed your things on the ground, looking around. Since you two were just slaves, you never imagined having a room for yourself. Eris sat on the bed, touching the soft fabric. You looked at the room around you, smiling.

“We dreamed about having our own room, are you pleased?” You asked Eris. She looked at you, shaking her head.

“Y/N, we have to make sure these men are trustworthy. I fear that you are too gullible.” She whispered, glancing at the wooden door. “They may be listening to us this very moment.”

“Eris, you worry too much.” You rolled your eyes.

“And you worry too little.”

~

The two of you stayed there for months, growing closer and closer with the brothers. A temporary stay turned into a permanent one, you and Eris not wanting to go anywhere else. The boys agreed, telling the two of you that you were family now.

You heard that their parents passed not too long ago, leaving the four of them to take care of the home. You were stunned that they still stayed together, never marrying a woman. The boys explained that they were not interested in marrying a woman they did not love, in which you were shocked. This was not a common belief; most men married a woman, negotiating with the father for property and belongings.

Jonas was the youngest, always following you around the house when you cleaned. Paris taught you how to cook more types of meals. Hercules was the one to walk with you to the market to get supplies and foods you may need. When you brought up the idea of sacrificing, Hercules shook his head. The brothers believed in the gods and goddesses, but refused to sacrifice live animals to them. Instead, they gave the best meat and fruits that they had.

Alexandros consistently played around with you, telling you how beautiful you were and teased you. You ignored his advances, knowing that Eris developed feelings for Alex. Still, you could not help but smile at him whenever he gave you a compliment and imagined the two of you together. If the others were leaving the room, you followed, not wanting your feelings to get the best of you if the two of you were alone.

Unfortunately, one night, you were in the storage room, when Alexandros came in.

“Y/N, what are you preparing?” Alexandros asked, smirking at you. You froze, picturing the look on Eris’s face if she found the two of you alone together. “Do you want to go out to the market with me?”

Eris faced shown in your head, and you imagined her saddened face at the thought of you being alone with one another. She would not like this one bit.

“Alex, don’t. We cannot be seen together. An unmarried woman walking with you will bring great scandals.”

“What about you and Hercules? You walk with each other frequently. Why can’t I spend the day with you?” He had a valid point, but still, you dismissed him, shaking your head. He had a high position in government, and him being seen with a woman of your stature was not the best idea. 

“No, I’m sorry Alexandros.”

“But you are the light of my life, Y/N. How can I not stay by your side?” Your heart jumped at his words, and you closed your eyes, holding in the tears that continued to form.

“Your position, Alexandros. Please be wary of that.” You whispered, dismissing him quickly. You opened your eyes, seeing his smile drop from his lips. He let out a sigh, looking down at the ground.

“I apologize.” He replied, giving you a closed-lip smile.

“No need, I am the one who should be asking for forgiveness.” You quickly apologized, bowing to him once. He looked at you with a pained expression.

“Please, Y/N, do not treat yourself like a slave. You are our equal in this home.”

And that was the last time he spent a moment alone with you. Instead, you grew to be the best of friends with Hercules, you and him creating clothing for the rest of them. He taught you several different stitches, each one making you increasingly proficient in writing. He was a merchant, his bulky frame keeping away thieves. Once, while you were with him at his stand, he pointed to a family.

“Y/N, do you see them? Do they look happy?” He gestured to them. You followed his gaze, resting on the happy family. The man and woman were standing next to one another, she was holding her child close to her chest. Their children were frolicking in the sand, beaming happily. You looked at them, reminded of your family before you were sold as a slave.

“They do. Do you think we will be able to have our own family like that one day?” You asked, looking at him. He smiled, a pink going across his cheeks.

“We can, we can, if you would like?”

“I do not understand, Hercules. What are you asking of me?” You knew what he was trying to say, but you had to make sure your ears were telling the truth.

“Marry me, Y/N. We can be happy like them, if you like.” Hercules replied, touching your hand. Your face warmed, looking up at him. “I know I have said that I can only marry someone that I love, but, I do. I do love you, Y/N. I’m not sure that you love me, but you can. If you desire, of course.” He considered your eyes, waiting for an answer.

The first person that shown in your head was Alexandros. His intelligent eyes, his kind smile, his fascinating personality. He cared for you, but you could not be with him. You could not live in peace when you are with him. But why did it hurt so much when you thought of marrying Hercules?

You looked at the man in front of you. He was gentle, he was thoughtful, and he had an interesting personality. Sure, he did not stir feelings inside of you like Alexandros, but you could grow with him. You could have a family.

You could be happy.

“Yes, I will marry you.”

The looks on his family’s faces were enthusiastic. Jonas pulled you into his arms, congratulating you on planning to marry his brother. Paris smiled at you, happy for the both of you. Eris was the happiest, telling you that she was thrilled that you could capture the heart of Hercules. Hercules was a loud man, but he held in his feelings around others. Everyone except for you. But the look on Alexandros face was the worst to see.

The grin slipped off his face in a matter of seconds, hearing the news. As you looked at him, you noticed tears forming in his eyes. He cleared his throat, hugging his brother, and looking at you. The only emotion that you saw in his eyes was sorrow. He asked if you could speak with him alone, and you tentatively agreed, following him to the storage room once again.

“Alexandros…” You started, looking at the arms crossed against his chest. He sighed, rubbing his brown hair.

“Why, why would you do this to me? I love you, Y/N, and I want to be with you.” He said, dropping his arms to his side.

“We cannot be together, you know this.” You said, looking away from him. He walked closer to you, touching your hand. You tried to pull away, but he placed it on his chest, and you felt his pulse, it was beating widely under your fingers. You looked at him, shaking. He was smiling, biting his lip.

“This is beating fast because of you. This happens whenever you are in the room with me, every time you look at me. Please don’t marry Hercules, I’m here, I’ll always be here for you.” He was shaking, and you pulled your hand away.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” You murmured, backing away from him. He walked closer to you, but you put your hand up. “I cannot do this, please, don’t make this more difficult than it already is.”

“But Y/N-“

“No, Alexandros, just, no. I am going to wed Hercules, and we’re going to be happy. We’re going to be very happy with one another.” You replied, walking past him. Before you left the room, he said one last thing.

“Are you telling me this, or are you trying to convince yourself?”

~

Eris helped you prepare for the wedding, giving offerings to gods and goddesses to receive protection during this time. You made sure not to sacrifice animals, knowing that Hercules did not like that process. You gave fruits and vegetables to Hera, asking for a smooth passage into matrimony. On the day before the wedding, you cut off locks of hair, offering it to Artemis. 

You and Hercules made offers to Aphrodite, to ensure that you two would have healthy, well-behaved children. The thought of having children excited you, but you could not help but notice the obvious absence of Alexandros in the process. It hurt to see him not there, but you understood why. Seeing the one you love, marry someone else, must hurt.

You were hurting.  

On the day of, Eris brought water from the river, carrying it in a vase.

You bathed in it, and immediately after, put a wedding dress on your body. Eris covered you with the veil, only to be lifted when you are officially married to Hercules. As you were sitting on the bed, waiting for the ceremony to begin, Eris looked at you.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” She asked, sitting down next to you. You nodded, feeling tears coming out of your eyes.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, why should I not be fine? I am marrying Hercules, and we are going to husband and wife.” The tears poured down your face, and you wiped it away. Eris pulled you into her arms, kissing your forehead.

“It will be okay, Y/N. I know you are nervous, but he loves you with all his heart, he’ll never stop loving you. You should be glad that he does, few marry under these circumstances. Especially women in our position.” She did not understand. She did not know that you did not love him.

That you loved Alexandros.

“At least now, Alexandros will look my way. He will finally see me for who I am.” She whispered happily. You released yourself from her arms, wiping your face again and clearing your throat.

Now was not the time to hear her fantasies with him. You gave up everything, you gave up your heart, just to see her happy. And as you stared at the stars growing in her eyes, you smiled. She will be fine. Alexandros will learn to love her, just like you will with Hercules.

“Let’s go, they must be waiting for us.”

~

It was dark outside, Eris giddy in her seat next to you in the carriage. You played with your fingers, your heart beating in your chest wildly. Eris touched your hand, looking at you. “You’ll be fine. Look at where we are, Y/N. Who knew all of this would occur? You are being married to a decent man, and I am going to be wed to Alexandros.” She said, grinning from ear to ear.

“What do you mean? How do you know that this is true?” You asked, raising your eyebrow.

“He asked me to marry him moments before we left, and I said yes. We are to be wed in a fortnight.” You almost passed out, hearing the news. Your chest swelled, and you put one hand on it, trying to calm yourself down. “I did not even pressure him into doing so, he just told me that this was what he has been thinking about this for a while,” she scanned you face, “You don’t look happy.”

You broke out into a fake grin, shaking your head quickly. “No, no! I’m happy for you! I am, I’m just nervous, that’s all. Just anxious.” You quickly said, hoping she would believe you. She nodded slowly, her smile coming back.

The carriage stopped, bringing you to a hall. Eris helped you out of the carriage, guiding you to the entrance of the building. You were shaking, and Eris continued to try to calm you down. Once you entered the room, your eyes immediately landed on Hercules. He smiled at you, kissing your fingers. He noticed how shook you were, so he put his hand in yours, walking you to the feasting table. He was elated, happiness radiating from him. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. It will be fine, you will love him. Everything will be okay.

Before you could sit, you heard shouting. You looked at Hercules, and he grabbed a sword that was leaning against a wall. Alexandros ran to the room, panic on his face. Paris and Jonas stood up, concerned.

“Alex, what’s wrong?” Paris asked, taking a shield.

“Are you okay?” Jonas asked, grabbing a sword from Paris. They all looked battle-ready. Eris sat at the table, motionless.

“We have to flee. There’s a mob coming, and we need to go.” He said, looking at you. “Y/N, they’re looking for you and Eris. We need to split up, and go our separate ways. I will take Y/N with me, Paris and Jonas go together, and Hercules can take Eris.”

“But, Alexandros, that makes no sense, why can’t I just run with Y/N? She is to be my wife. I need to protect her.” Hercules said, looking at you. You smiled at him, looking back at Alex. He shook his head.

All of you heard shouting, and you knew he was not lying. The glow of torches slowly came toward all of you. Jonas gripped his sword tightly. “Let’s fight.” He stated, determination on his face.

“They will expect that. And there are hundreds, while we are only six. We need to go, now.” He grabbed your arm, pulling you out the building. You ran with him, running through town and he hid in a dark alley. You heard yelling, the crowd running past the both of you. He looked at you. You were trembling, clinging onto Alexandros. He wrapped his arms around you, saying sweet nothings to calm you down. After a few moments of this, you let go of him.

He looked at you, a million thoughts running through. He lifted the veil from your face. “Run away with me.” He uttered. You widened your eyes. “Don’t, don’t give me any more excuses. I love you, and I know you love me. We could run away, far away from here. Hercules and the others won’t be able to find us, and we could be together. We can be together.” His statements were pleas, desperate attempts to get you to be with him.

“What about Hercules?” You said, imagining the look on his face when he realizes that you ran away. Alexandros shook his head.

“I left them a note. They will know what happened, but we need to leave now.” He grabbed his belongings that were hidden in a hole. You gave him an evil look, and he laughed. “I did this so that we will not have to travel back home,” he touched your cheek, “I have been planning this for weeks. I told Eris to marry me because she was suspicious of our relationship. That was the only way that this would have worked. The others were not skeptical, and she was the only one I had to convince.”

“This does not seem like the wisest idea, Alex.” You whispered. Your heart was telling you to go, and the look on his face made you want to. But living with the brothers was the best time of your life, and you were not sure you wanted to give that up.

Being with Alexandros, having to wake up to him next to you every sunrise, seemed like an unfeasible hope.

“I love you, and if you love me, we should leave soon. They will be home soon.” Alexandros said, his eyes flicking between the two of yours.

You nodded, smiling. “Let’s go.” He grabbed your hand, and the two of you ran through the city, out into the night, never to be seen again.

~

Eris

She was waiting with the other brothers, tapping her foot on the ground. Paris and Jonas walked around anxiously, discussing possible places that you and Alexandros might be. Eris could not help but worry, hoping that you two were not hurt. She was just talking to you happily about the proposal, and now, she hoped Alexandros was not dead. Even the thought of it put a knot in her chest.

Hercules walked out of the back room, holding parchment paper in his hand. His fist was tight, his hand shaking. He looked at Eris and his brothers, tears in his eyes. “They ran away.”

“What do you mean, they ran away?” Jonas asked, looking at the paper in his brother’s hand. He scanned over it quickly, his eyes widening. “I cannot believe it.” Paris did the same, shaking his head at the words.

Eris was clueless, looking at them. Since she could not read paper, the brothers looked at her in pity. “What? What are you saying?”

Hercules cursed, throwing the paper on the ground. “My brother ran away with my wife, he said that they were in love. He said that we will never see them again.” Hercules was furious, hitting his fist against a pillar. The pillar cracked, leaving an indentation.

Eris dropped to her knees.

Y/N promised. She promised that she would not listen to Alexandros advances, that she would leave him for her. Eris was fuming, her hands shaking and her heart racing. Suddenly, she had an evil thought form in her head.

“They’ll pay for this.” She sneered, rising from the ground. She walked out the home, walking towards a local priestess. “I know what I need to do.” She whispered, knocking on the door. A woman opened it, smiling at Eris.

“Come in, my love.”


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Marlena's Mishap

This is a fantasy given to me by Marlena, known on Tumblr as curvy-cunt. I’d like to thank her for this story. Let me know what you think. Enjoy.

************************************** With our white slave trafficking business starting to become successful, we were now getting custom requests for for specific girls. An underground bdsm website, had a request for a girl named Marlena. She was 20 years old, she lived in upstate New York, she was 5'8", and beautiful curves. She was a bit punky with medium length pink hair and her lip and septum pierced. But her beautiful tits and ass more than made up for that. Bruce, Rick and myself decided to take a road trip up to New York. We arrived that Friday afternoon. We searched around town for a few hours and after initially having no luck, we decided to get something to eat at the local mall. We grabbed some Chinese food. After finishing, we found our target. She worked at a clothing store. It was mainly for goth people. She was well dressed that night in a leopard print top, long sleeve but showed off her cleavage. She was also wearing a black leather mini skirt with knee high stiletto black leather boots. This was perfect. We waited on a bench for her to leave which as it turned out, she was working till closing time that night. I went out to the van to be ready while Bruce and Rick were outside the store. Finally at 10pm, the store closed. She was there an extra 15 minutes counting out. Finally she began to make her way to her car. I was parked in the back of the mall. As luck would have it, so was Marlena. We were the only cars parked in that area. At about 10:30, she was at her car and about to open her door when Rick came from behind her and grabbed her, hand gagging her. “Mmmppphhh!!!!” Cried Marlena under her gag. She then kicked Rick in the shin. “Owh. Fuck!!” Then Bruce and I grabbed her with each of us holding one arm as we dragged her to the van. She was kicking and screaming. “Let me go!!! Let fucking go of me. Help!!!” I slapped her in the face. Then grabbed her by her hair. “In the van bitch!!!” I yelled. Finally we got her in the van and then secured her wrists with handcuffs. We did likewise with her ankles. Then another pair of handcuffs attached both sets of cuffs leaving her in a hogtie. Then we pulled out a ball gag to quiet her. We had to force her mouth open. Then finally, we added a leather hood over her head so she couldn’t see. “That should take care of her for now” I said “How’s your shin?” I asked Rick. “Smarts but I’ll live. Can’t wait to get that bitch back to the training center. I’m gonna have some fun with this cunt.” We decided to get a motel for the night. We brought the bitch in room and left her in the same hogtie position. We each take 3 hour shifts to watch her. In the meantime, in her mind, she was preparing herself to be raped. Of course that was true. But little did she know. We each had our fun. The next morning we woke at 8am and hit the road immediately. It was about a 10 drive back to the slave training facility we had in rural Virginia. We of course would keep ourselves occupied by groping, fondling or raping Marlena. We also noticed her panties were drenched. “Hey I think this slut’s enjoying this” Bruce observed. Marlena, by this time, had lost track of time. Even though it was less than a day since we grabbed her, by this time it had been days. After work the night before, she was planning on having drinks with some friends. Even though it was the night before, it might as well have been light years. Finally after 6pm, we arrived at the facility. Like other slave girls arriving there, as we were bringing her in, Marlena felt like she was being perp walked. She wasn’t giving up as we would have to drag her. We brought her on the elevator which then would proceed to go 3 floors underground. We removed the the hood from her head. Having been blinded for 20 hours, she had a hard time initially adjusting to the light. We stripped the slave of its clothing minus her boots. We then attached a leather strap to its elbows. Then we brought it some water. In a dog bowl. Which the slave would have to drink from the bowl with its mouth. A way of stripping the slave of its dignity. We also put a collar and leash on the slave and attached the leash to the wall. The slave was still not ready to be humiliated like that. It would rather die than experience that. “I’m not gonna drink this! I’m not your fucking dog!! I then immediately took out a cattle prod and zapped its body all over the place. After about five minutes, it finally submitted. Then we put the slave in a stockade. The stockade would bind the slave kneeling in a doggie style position securing its wrists, ankles and neck. We then forced the slave to watch the slave’s/whore’s mantra. Reminding the slave what it is now and what it can look forward to for the rest of its life. Finally, towards the end of the night, we retired the slave. We hooked it on an arch back device. Wrists, elbows, waist, neck and ankles were secured. We put a butt plug in its ass and wired metal dildo in its pussy. A vibrator shaped like an electric toothbrush was attached to its clit. It was on a timer. It would run for 4 minutes just enough to edge the slave just before the vibe shut off for 4 minutes. Then it would repeat the cycle all night long. Also the water we gave the slave was laced with a stimulant that would increase its sexual urges. Finally, we placed a leather hood on the slave head so it couldn’t see or speak. The were three holes. One for its nose so it could breath. The other 2 were the ears to attach earbuds to. We placed an orientation(disorientation) tape in a CD player. For about half the time it would her white noise, the other half would be would be a message I give all the new slaves. Reminding them they are no longer free but now owned slaves. No human rights. Just now tits and 3 fuckholes for a man to use and abuse for his pleasure. Remind the slaves to address the males Master or Sir. That if someone wants to fuck them, the slave is to bend over. If we want the slave to suck its cock, it is to get on its knees, open its mouth wide and swallow every last drop. 24 hours before the slave was known as Marlena. Now it’s just it. Tomorrow, it would begin its first day of slave training. The transformation from an independent woman to an obedient slave. Whatever the slave was in its previous life, it was no longer. To be continued….