Submission of Shannon

Within the darkness, Shannon could hear her heart beating like mad while her trembling arms crossed against her chest. The confident sound of the man\'s voice shook her to her core. She was exposed and helpless, bound with her wrists together and by a collar in an unknown place, unable to see her captor who was now taunting her.

\"You FUCK!!\" she screamed. \"Let me go NOW you bastard!\"

\"Tsk, tsk, tsk.\" said the man. \"Such words coming from such a beauty\"

With that, Shannon heard noises coming from his voice. There was the sound of something being placed on a metal sue, ae, and something else being picked up. Then suddenly with a click, a light started to shine from above her

The light shown bright, and with no hands to block it, Shannon was force do to bow her head down till her pupils could react.

\"There, much better\" the man said from behind her now. \"The night goggles let me see you well in the dark, but naked flesh in the light is so much nicer\"

Shannon tried to turn around, to see his face, but he stood just out of the spot light like cone of brightness that shined from above her. Slowly, her chin came back up, and she could fully see the cage she was trapped in. She hadn\'t noticed yet, but she only had about 4 inches of head room to a wooden ceiling. The ceiling had a hole cut out of the top with a single metal bar through the circumference. To the bar was attached the confirmation of her earlier suspicions, a short chain that linked down to the black collar around her neck. She could see her milk chocolate skin resting on the black painted wooden floor as steel rods moved around her in a circular motion, with a single door towards the head of the cage.

\"Who are you, you bastard?\" she forced out with a scared breath. \"What do you want with me?\"

As her captor returned to walking around her, she continued to try and see his face, but all she could make out was part of his form. Her eyes scanned up from his Timberland-like work boots to the legs of his blue jeans. His body seemed tall by how long his legs were, but that could just be the fact she was in her positioning on the floor. As far as his build, he seemed broad in the body but had no large stomach. That was about all she could tell, as his visible silhouette ended at a red t-shirt tucked into his jeans. She strained her eyes to make out anything else, but to no avail.

With a chuckle, he responded to her, \"I am a trainer, a master, and often a seller.\" His voice very calm and calculated\" You know, there are plenty of people who will pay for beauty like yours. Slavery is very profitable even in this day and age. I sell to whorehouses, just as I sell to royalty and the elite who want their toys. But don\'t worry about such things now; you are far from that step in the process.\"

She cringed and started to truly drown herself in tears as his words swept over her. She could feel his eyes even though she could not see them; his presence was overwhelming, standing over her and judging her.

With a kick of his foot, a tray with bread and milk was slid against her cage, and he spoke again, \"But you have nothing to worry about, my pet. Like any pet, you will be cared for, you will be protected, as long as you are found pleasing. Do you know how many people forget we as humans are just animals? Like any species on the planet, there are those that dominate the society, and those that serve. You, like any animal that you see in homes, or on TV and in a movie, will be trained and taught to do what your Master wishes.\"

\"FUCK YOU!\" non non replies through her whimpers of fear, trying to spark some courage as a show to her captor. \"I\'ll never do ANYTHING you tell me. Do you understand that, NOTHING?\"

She could hear him laugh again, \"Well, your part right. You will fuck me. That will be, at the very least, one of your duties. But all in good time, my new pet.\" He stepped away from the light again, only to make the room brighter with another beam of light over a similar cage.

\"For now, meet your roommate, Becca\" he chuckled. \"Though she won\'t be talking much tonight I\'m afraid.\"

Her eyes were locked upon the cage. Inside was another naked beauty whose mouth was filled with a ball gag, an apparatus Shannon had only seen in her male co-workers porn. Rebecca sat up tall in her cage, her ass resting upon her heels. She was a striking young blonde with slightly tan skin, firm breasts that Shannon could tell were implants. She wore a similar collar what Shannon had around her neck, with a small chain reaching up to the ceiling of her cage. The blonde\'s hands where small, and unbound, resting against the bars of her cage. Her stomach was small and sleek, with the slight imprints of developed abdominal muscles showing through. In the position she was sitting, Shannon had a clear view between her thighs to her pink sex.

Shannon broke her eyes from Becca to look back up to the male. With the extra light, she could finalet aet a glimpse of his face. His head rested on broad shoulders, with no visible scars upon his face. His hair was a dark brown.

Her tears stopped falling and she became vividly shocked with memory of the man. She realized she actually recognized him. He had just started frequenting her bar the last few weeks. She had thought of him as handsome and had flirted and teased him like she did the other men to get better tips. She struggled, trying to remember what his name was. All she could think of was it started with an \"M\", but she shortly realized it could be a fake name anyway.

While all this went through her mind, her former customer returned to talking, \"I found her on the streets on night, alone. Her step-father was a druggie who whored her out to his pusher. I took her in, gave her safety within my home, when she proved herself pleasing, I gifted her some surgery upon her a-cup breasts to make her more pleasing.\"

Shanretoretorted \"You mean more pleasing to you, you monster\"

He shook his head, \"No my dear, she had often whispered into my ear after giving herself to me that she hated her small tits. After fucking her, she would tell me how she was ashamed of them, how she felt incomplete with them, a beautiful body with the tits of 12 year old. So I gave them to her for her 21st birthday. She is my first pet that I kept to myself; she was pleasing enough that I grew fond of her, deciding not to sell her to my clients.\"

Shannon\'s eyes drifted back to the Becca across the room, her eyes were kind, and her skin was healthy with no scarring at all.

\"See for yourself, Shannon.\" He said to her, \"while I keep my trainee\'s disciplined. . . \"
Shannon\'s face snapped back to him in shock and fear of the term \'discipline\'. He paused mid-sentence, an evil grin spreading across his face,

\".. no permanent damage ever comes of my girls. That would not be pleasing to me, and definitely not to my clients.\" He finished. \"But for now, the nigs ovs over, and you need your rest. Eat your bread, drink your milk, and get some shut eye. Your training begins tomorrow.\"

She looked up at him, and if it were possible she would say his grin got more devilish as his words spoke. He turned and she could hear him walking up some stairs. As he did, Shannon collapsed in defeat on to the floor of her cage. Cold emd emotionally exhausted, she began to weep as she stared at her food, and then at Becca, who reached a hand through her bars, as if trying to impossibly reach her new dark skinned friend, to comfort her as she sobbed.