My Name is Mud

A/N This A/N is kinda long, but it’s important.
I wanted to let you know beforehand that this chapter, and possibly the rest of the story, (partlydepending on your reactions) is going to be in limited third person. I’ll still only follow the thoughts and experiences of the main character. I just wanted to see how this would be in third person, which is, actually, what I usually write in. I originally wrote this in first person to see how well I could write that way, and also so I didn’t have to name the character…Since it was also intended to be a short story of only a few pages. But now, I want to stress the fact she doesn’t have a name. So along those lines…I might change the title to “My Name is Mud,” Slave Story was just generic, and at the time I just needed a title. If I do change it, it will be when I next update.
This story also started as a flashback, so every now and then, like the beginning of this chapter, I’ll have something in the ‘present’ to keep things in perspective and also be able to have an ending that ties in relatively well.

Please review, tell me what you think of the changed narration, and what you think of the new title.
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Chp 5
“Pussy,” His gentle voice for kitten was gone, “I’m leaving. I’ll be back tomorrow at noon. You will prepare me a lunch that will be ready when I come back tomorrow.”
“Kitten” was naked unless her emerald studded collar and platinum with diamond nipple rings counts as clothing. She stood and knelt at his feet, answering obediently, “Yes Master.”

He hadn’t paid any mind to her movements and already had his hand on the doorknob to leave, “Oh, I almost forgot.” He said as he turned around and looked at the woman kneeling, forehead to ground. She looked up at him as he made his announcement. “How cold I have forgotten your chastity belt, Kitten?” He said easily, with a grin on his face.
She remained silent, it was a rhetorical question. She stayed kneeling on the ground.

“Stand up.” He ordered her. She hadn’t even heard his usually heavy footsteps enter the kitchen and return. First he affixed delicate though heavy chains to her nipple rings, locking the chain closed so she could not remove them. The weight immediately affected her, she sucked in a breath to keep from moaning, she already felt herself getting wet. His fingers swayed the chains back and forth making, with his other hand he stroked Kitten’s clitoris, but only for a few moments. He only wanted to make her wet and wanting before putting on her chastity belt.

This was easy work now, and he didn’t need to pay as much attention to putting it into place as when he first got it for his kitten. As he finished putting the straps into place he said, “I really don’t know how I almost left without locking you back up Kitten. I wouldn’t want you going and pleasing yourself, now would I?” after locking the belt he chuckled. His eyes sparkled and she was intrigued, because to her dismay, he wasn’t very creative in his orders or needs. He continued, “Now, you are used to the belt, I have to add another restraint.”
Kitten’s eyes widened, this was something new, and she was excited by it.
“You are mine, and I will monitor what you do in my absence, little kitties don’t talk, and neither will you.”
Inwardly she was rolling her eyes, she really had no real respect for her master when he was actually trying to be masterly.
From a drawer in a side table he took out a ball gag, and she was horribly depressed, thinking, I can’t believe I got stuck with someone this boring.

He tilted her chin up and opened her mouth before kissing her hard. Before withdrawing he bit at and pulled her lip, eliciting a moan from her. He was boring, but he could kiss, she relented. Her mouth was still open, hoping for another kiss when he placed the ball gag in her mouth, locking it behind her head. She groaned in frustration, but he didn’t hear her, he was already half out the door.

Once he left, she lounged on the soft white couch, staring up at the smooth white ceiling.


After experiencing punishment she had found herself both fearing and wanting to be punished the same way again, wondering how much longer she would last. Eric and Elena used the water bondage as a means for instilling obedience in training the slut.

She had far from become a quivering and scared into obedience slave. She was still catty and ran her mouth, she was trying to get herself the punishment again, but she found herself backing down when she was only one remark away from it, instead getting herself a different punishment, usually spankings and nipple torture. But she didn’t get that particular punishment again, and nothing of significant importance happened for the rest of the month.

She hadn’t been keeping track of days, not that she really could have, their was no clock, or windows and she had never been allowed to watch the television the few times Eric or Elena had turned it on. So she had not realized when her month of training was over. But as soon as she woke up, she knew that day was different.

Instead of the usual slap or spanking she was “gently” awakened by being shaken by the shoulder. Business like Eric told her, “Whore, Elena will bathe you, help you dress and put on make-up.”
Having been used to orders after being waken she was not groggy and easily processed his words, she stood and knelt automatically, saying, “Yes, sir.” She was curious wondering what would happen to her, while she was bathed relatively often, she was never “dressed” and certainly hadn’t worn make-up since she’d been in this place, still not knowing what to call what kind of establishment she was in.
Eric smiled in approval and said, “Just go get ready Whore.”

As if on cue, Elena walked through the door, and so she walked to Elena, no longer flinching away or fighting being blindfolded, and leashed, before she was led out of the room and down a hallway to the bathrooms.
Elena took off the girl’s blindfold, and for once the bathroom was empty. Instead of the usual shower, she turned the tap on a bathtub.
“We’re going all out today, slut.” Elena giggled as she poured a generous amount of bath salts into the tub. The scent of lavender soon filled the room.
Elena helped the girl into the tub. As she was washing the girls long auburn hair she asked, “What’s your name?”
With an ironical grin the girl turned to Elena and said, “Slut.”
Elena didn’t let her disappointment show, but instead pinched the slut’s nipples and said, “Well, I’m going to miss you,” And then nibbled on the girl’s ears. “it’s nice not having to rape a girl for a change. You enjoy being submissive, you’re really a slut and that’s delicious to me.”
The slut didn’t say anything as Elena finished bathing her, and then gently massaging her soft skin with a towel. The cotton towel passing over her nipples was enough to make her moan, and Elena said to her, “You are one horny little slut.” She paused and then hissed in her ear, “You’re lucky I can’t spank you anymore, I’m just itching to give your ass a good hard spanking.”

The slut was bewildered and didn’t know what to say, and so wisely stayed silent as she was blindfolded and leashed to go back to her training room. On the bed was an outfit, a short denim skirt, a green halter top, with the same colored green panties and flip flops.
The slut felt uncomfortable and confined in the outfit, feeling as if she should be naked, the thought went through her mind, Jesus, what the fuck have they done to me here?
Eric had brought in a full length mirror and she almost didn’t recognize herself, not having seen a reflection in a month. It seemed her auburn hair had grown even in the short period of time, it looked shinier, healthier. Though her skin had paled, not having been in the sun or a tanning bed. Her figure was slender, but what else could be expected, she had been on a strict diet, and “exercised” regularly. Her odd honey colored eyes seemed to be more vibrant and alive. What kind of sick joke is this, I’m prettier in my confinement, the slut thought, and she tore her eyes away from the reflection.
After this, Elena sat her down at the table and put on her make-up. She kept it minimal and light saying, “It will be better for your skin if you use little to no make-up, just use powder for your face and shimmer for your eyes, don’t use mascara and stay away from eye-liners too, it’s never waterproof. Lip glosses are better for every-day use rather than lipstick.”

Eric then appeared, with two men dressed in tailored suits behind him. One was broad-shouldered, muscular, and obviously a body guard. The other was a middle-aged man, shrewd blue eyes, strong jaw line and thick black hair, he too was intimidating, and the slut wondered why he needed a bodyguard. Eric indicated to the second man as he told the slut, “Whore, this is the man who purchased you; you will address him as Sir.”
The slut remained silent, she had not been prompted to respond.
The man addressed her, “Look at me.”
“Gladly, Sir.” The slut answered flippantly, as she raised her head and let herself examine him more blatantly. Eric’s face colored bright red and Elena looked shocked, scared to see the man’s reaction.
His hand shot out and closed around the girl’s throat, but only enough to make breathing difficult. “You will address me with more respect than that, you little slut.”
His demeanor greatly affected the slut, hoping his son would have taken after him, “Sir.” She managed to say in understanding.
He let go of her, “Good. Because if you don’t, Marcus here,” indicating to the bodyguard, “Would be keeping you instead of my son.” Turning to Eric she said, “She will do.”
Before she knew what was happening, Elena had grabbed her arm and plunged a needle into her vein, she was out cold on seconds.
When she came around she was in complete darkness. She hadn’t been blindfolded but wherever she was, was completely dark, her hands were tied behind her back, her ankles were also tied together. A simple cloth gag was tied around her head. After a few minutes the slut deduced she was in a car by the way she was jostled around, and furthermore in the trunk.

The slut hadn’t been awake long when the car stopped, she heard a door open then close. Footsteps crunched on the ground outside and only then did she start to feel afraid, no idea of what was going to happen to her. She heard the metallic click as a key was inserted and unlocked the trunk. Not much light greeted her, it was night outside. But the moon was casting light onto the person in front of her. To her relief it wasn’t Marcus, but the boy in the picture she had been shown a month ago. She couldn’t remember his name, but she supposed that didn’t really matter.

He looked down on her, head tilted, and she was blinded by a light shined onto her face, he was holding a flashlight, and he moved the beam of light down her body. “You’re a hot looking piece of ass.” He told her casually. He put the flashlight down and picked her up out of the trunk, he held onto her as he closed the trunk and sat her down on it. “I like the way that gag stretched your mouth. You look so very defenseless.” He said as his smooth fingers trailed down her face, neck and down her arm. He knit his eyebrows, “But entirely much too dressed.” He pulled down her skirt and rubbed her clit outside her panties. He frowned at the underwear. He knelt down and thought he was holding her secure as he untied her ankles.

The slut had liked his attitude, but was wondering how easily he got angry. Using her legs she shoved him away and ran for it. It was awkward running with arms tied behind her, and she had no idea where she was going, but she wanted to run. Within a few steps she had lost her flip flops, and ground hurt her soft soled feet. But in what seemed like no time she heard him crashing through the trees behind and he grabbed her arms, pulling her roughly back.

“You stupid fucking slut!” he yelled at her, as he dragged her to a tree. In one hand he was holding the rope from her ankles, and pulled her arms above her, making her bend at the waist, and tied her to a low branch on the tree. Once she was tied he ripped the thin material of her halter top off. She stood now in just her underwear, still gagged. He grinned maliciously at her. “What the hell are you going to do now you little slut. He pulled her nipple rings and she moaned under the pressure, he just pulled harder. Her back arched even more, it hurt, but it felt so good. He let go suddenly and she shuddered. But he yanked her hair back, so he could look her in the face, his green eyes glinting in the moonlight, he only laughed in her face.

He undid his pants and his hardened cock was right in her face. He ripped the gag from her mouth and pushed his cock into her mouth. His hand was fisted in her hair, holding her in place as he was thrusting into her, mercilessly fucking her. “I liked the gag stretching you mouth, but I think I like my cock stretching it much better. I love your throat you little slut.” He trust a few more times and he came in her, she started to swallow to keep from drowning in his cum. He pulled his limp cock from her mouth, and cum dripped from her lip instead of drool.
He pulled his pants back up, and since she was just trying to breathe again, he took the opportunity to adjust the way she tied to the tree. He undid the original ties, and pulled her arms above her head, so she could stand, her arms tied above her head on a branch.

He yanked her hair back and her neck was bent, looking up at the clear night sky. His mouth was on her now, on her neck, her breasts. He bit her nipples and pulled the rings with his teeth, loving the sound of her moans and groans.

He undid his belt and pulled it off relatively smoothly, only snagging through the last loophole. It was a leather belt, she looked at it and her eyes widened, her pussy getting wet. He doubled the belt, holding the end and the closure, smacked the leather against his thigh to get a feel for it. He walked around her, just pressing the cool leather against her warm skin of her back and arms. Just appreciating the fact he had a mostly naked girl tied to a tree. “You look so hot right now you little slut.” He ran his fingers along the inside of her underwear. He stroked her clit, it was wet, “You horny little slut!” He stepped back from her and swung the belt. He continued to spank her. “You little slut! You will not run away from me. I AM your Master, you will respect me.”

The slut however was working free of her bonds, the knots weren’t very tight, but she didn’t really dwell on the thought too long. The spanking wasn’t too hard, and she was still wearing her underwear, for the little protection it was giving her. She was able to ignore the actual pain for the most part as she worked her hands free of the rough rope. She left her hands in the loose rope, she’d need an opportunity to be able to run where he wouldn’t immediately catch her. His blows were moving, he was moving, she wasn’t being hit on her ass now, but her stomach, and thighs. He dropped the belt suddenly pulled her nipples, slapping the taut skin. Her mouth opened wide and she cried out, it was half surprise, and half pain. He had held onto only the ring, and so it almost felt like the ring was going to be ripped from her nipple.

“That’s right you little bitch, scream!” He said eerily calm as he continued to slap her breasts back and forth, sometimes holding onto the ring. After a few minutes his mouth was on her ear, biting and pulling on her earlobe hard. She pulled her hands free. She kneed him in the stomach, knowing he would either bite down hard, or open his mouth more. To her satisfaction he did the latter, before falling to the ground.

She knew he would only be fazed for a little while, that’s all she wanted, she hadn’t kneed him as hard as she could have. She ran for it again, a wild animal, her hair streaming behind her. She hadn’t even heard him coming, but she felt his strong hand on her leg and she fell to the ground on her face, her arms reaching out to brace her fall.

She felt her underwear being ripped from her and he grabbed her hips. “That is it! You fucking whore!” He pulled her onto her back and he took her wrists into his hand. With the other he undid his pants. Without hesitation he thrust his cock deep into her. She cried out into the still night air as he filled her. He was thrusting furiously into her, and she was meeting him thrust for thrust. She hadn’t had an orgasm yet and soon came, right after she wrapped her legs around and after relaxing a little so his grip would let up, rolled so that she was on top. In seconds she pulled out of him, she was trying to get away when he grabbed her hips again. He forced her to the ground, on her knees, he was behind her. He pressed her torso against the ground and grabbed his pants from a few feet away and took his belt, he had it around her body and arms in a second, and with only minimal difficulty got it belted on the second hole.

He was thrusting deeply from behind and he screamed a word with each thrust, “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”
With difficulty she turned her head and looked up at him, eyes shining, “I wanted to see what you were made of, Master. I love the way you fuck me.” Those words sent him over the edge.
“You little fucking whore!” He said as he came.