The House of Beldor · Part 1

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LIFE SUCKS!…

This was the thought that rolled thru her head… deafened her mind to the world around her and any possible escape from the dull, day-to-day existance that she lived.

Everyday was the same… she awoke… she wen't to her low paying, intolerably boring job… she came home to the solitary confines of her empty apartment… the only relief was her computer, there she was loved… there she was beautiful… there she was wanted… to dream that someday real life could be like her fantasies brought tears to her cheeks and an ache to her sorrowful heart.

Online she was a slave… not just any slave… but the personal slave of a great and powerful King… the ruler of a vast empire… online her life was simple… she obeyed every command… she kept the King happy… she satisfied Him mentally and physically… she was praised often for her ingenuity and boldness… she was very happy and content to be His slave.

But it was just a fantasy… Only good for a few precious hours of respite from the prison of loneliness which was her real life.

As she lay in bed… her hair still damp from her shower… her mind filled with that nights service to her Master…a wistful smile playing over her face… she fell asleep to dream of her life in that fantasy realm… for a while free of this world.

Her eyelids felt heavy, dry, gritty… she was unable to open them. She tried to raise her hands to her face to wipe the sleep from her eyes… her foggy brain took a few moments to realize she could not lift her arms… she tried to sit up… she couldn't…

She fought back the panic that was slowly creeping into her mind… Something was wrong, but her brain seemed to be moving extremely slow… then the blackness enveloped her again… soothing blackness that took away the panic.

"Wake up"

Her mind was slowly clearing… the words, the voice cutting thru the blackness… she began to shiver with the realization that she didn't recognize the voice… and that she still could not move… slowly she managed to open her eyes… turning her head to the side, she saw him… the voice…

"Well little one, its about time you awoke and began to live your new life." He chuckled at her mystified stare… he reached out to stroke her cheek as he gently spoke to her… " My name is not important, you will address me simply as Sir… I will tell you only what you need to know at this moment… do not speak, just listen."

Tho she was confused and frightened… she obeyed.

"Your old life no longer exists, so just put it out of your mind… you are a very fortunate girl, you have been found worthy by a very important man. His reasons are his own to divulge or not as he sees fit, you only need know he has chosen you to be trained to serve him… he will be your Master and Owner for as long as you please him… if he ceases to want you, you will either be sold or euphanized… this is because once you have been selected to become a trained slave, you are a slave for life, never to be unowned. I will be the one to train you, and do not doubt for a moment that if you give me anything but your best efforts during your training, I will be merciless in my punishments."

He smiled at the silent tears of one who has realized her fate… with a gentle thumb, he wiped them away.

"Cry if you must little one, even tho it does you no good… simply accept who and what you are… you know as well as I do that this is what you were born to be… you are asking yourself how you came to be chosen, right?", with a wide grin he leaned down til his lips grazed her ear and softly whispered "Welcome to the House of Beldor."

she began to shudder…. a low moan building into a keening wail as his words ripped thru her mind and heart, threatening to shut her down completely… it couldn't be true…the House of Beldor was only fantasy… it was only an online amusement, a way to escape her real world. As the wail subsided…her mind latched on to a single thought, like a drowning man onto a life preserver… how did he know?

As her mind focused on that thought, other things began to become evident… she was bound to a cot or ledge… she was in a moving vehicle of some sort… the only people in sight were her and Sir. she struggled to test her bonds… only to discover that her bonds were all she wore… without thinking, she spoke to him, "where are you taking me?, who is this man and how do you know about Beldor?"… the stinging slap jerked her head away… she tasted the copper flavor of blood… her tears slid down burning cheeks. she was mortified to realize she had been thinking that she deserved that slap… that slaves do not speak unless first given permission. She turned her face back to him…this time with her eyes cast submissively down.

"See there little one… you know what is proper… you were always a very good girl, and I am sure you will find it easy to accept your life… after all, it is what you dreamed of is it not?"

she felt a small pinch… then the blackness overtook her again… for how long this time, she had no idea.

Silence…

Painful light…

Headache…

Her mouth was dry… her head felt like exploding… As she began to surface more and more from the drugged sleep, she noticed small things… her arms were over her head, bound at the wrists… her feet were spread and bound to the floor… she felt nothing at her back, so apparently she was standing… slowly she managed to open her eyes.

There he stood… the voice… the Sir, dressed in leather slacks, a leather vest, gloves… his hair hung at his back, gathered with a silver clip. He sat on a table edge…a table that held many things that her mind was not yet ready to process. He smiled that beautiful smile… but his eyes were cold… he watched her for a moment, then stood and turned from her to face the table, seeming to be pondering a selection.

"Your training begins now, it will consist of many things, for you must learn to crave those things which your Master likes… his preferences will be yours… you will be physically and mentally trained to be a perfect fit for him." Slowly he turned around… she couldn't help her gaze falling on what was in his hands, in the left was a paddle, in the right many small pieces of metal, silver she thought but she wasn't sure.

He turned his head and nodded to someone out of her view… she could hear a whirring, then her arms parted and raised til she was a very taut human X. she couldn't move except for her head. she felt hands wrap in her hair painfully tight, now she couldn't even move her head… the hands tilted her head slightly, so that she was looking down at her own naked body… Looking up from under her lashes, she saw him approach… the paddle strung from his wrist on a loop.

With a grin, he reached out and captured her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger… he stretched it out til the weight of her breast was suspended from her swelling nipple, then without hesitation or warning, he pierced the nipple with a heavy silver ring, locking the ends together with an audible click. Dropping the breast, he immediately grabbed the other and repeated the procedure… the quickness startled her to the point of not actually feeling the pain, for that she was greatful.

she heard footsteps behind her, coming from both sides… her head was jerked back til she saw nothing but ceiling and her bound arms. she felt hands untying her ankles, her legs were lifted and her knees draped over strong shoulders… strong hands held her ankles as they moved apart… spreading her open wide. she shuddered as she felt the probing fingers, he clasped one smooth, bare labia and pinched it hard… she cried out as she felt the piercing go thru and heard the same click of finality. she felt him grab the other side…pinch…pierce…click… the tears slid more from disbelief than pain, but the disbelief was not for the act itself, but for the fact that she could feel her traitorous body heating up… as if it relished this treatment… as if this were the most wonderful of foreplay.

He stood back, inspecting his handiwork… then pulling a small bottle from his pocket, he poured a bit over each piercing. she began to scream and buck, but the strong hands held her fast as the alcohol sterilized the wounds. He waited til she had exhausted herself… then with a snap of his fingers she was spread wider than before, she felt straps being cinched around her thighs and ankles.

The hands left her flesh and she heard their retreating footsteps. she tried to raise her head to see Him, but felt a hand wrap in her hair and her head jerked back down, all she saw was the leather of his boots and pants, and the paddle in his hands… she shivered… a tiny whimper escaping her.

"Now that you are mostly properly attired we will begin the rest of the preparations for your training" again she heard the leathery snap of his fingers. her legs began to rise… bending at the hip so that she was positioned as if sitting on the floor with her legs spread wide before her… but she wasn't… she was on her back in mid air… exposed… unable to see what was about to happen… her body tense… her senses sending alarm throughout her being.

she heard the click of his heels on the floor… he seemed to be headed back towards the table. she moaned softly, her imagination getting the best of her…

"Never make a sound without a reason, you never know when it will displease your Master and cause him to give you a reason." she felt the softness of his gloved fingers stroking her inner thighs… so gentle… her body relaxed.

she sighed without thinking, then bit her lip to keep from screaming as he shoved two fingers of a gloved hand into her vagina. He pulled back and shoved in three fingers… then four, as she tried to twist away from him he added the thumb.

Grabbing her thigh hard with his free hand, he braced her as he twisted and shoved his hand up into her til he hit bottom. her mind screamed out the pain that she dared not voice. her eyes flew open as she felt her jaws being pried apart… before she could resist, a long thick cock was jammed down her throat.

she heard Sir saying " you will suck on that cock…if you stop or bite you will be severly punished… no matter what happens, remember my warning slave."

she fought desperately to breath and not to gag as the cock began to ream her throat… the hand in her vagina began to pump in unison, she was being impaled.

her mind went numb… her body acted on its own accord… as if she had done this before, as if it were a natural thing to her. she fought hard and repressed the hysterical giggles that threatened to drive her mad… she now knew why this seemed familiar… it was a scene she had played out with her online Master… one of his favorites.

she felt the reality of this whole strange drama hit home. at last she knew she wasn't dreaming… somehow, this was truely the House of Beldor, and she was truely a slave.

now she knew what Sir had meant when he said she was "mostly properly attired"… in Beldor, slaves are, at the very least, attired in slave collar and a brand. piercings and other accoutrements were at the discretion of the slaves Owner.

strange…

a calmness began to spread thru her mind, she began to willingly and lustfully suck the proferred cock. her hips began to tremble as her inner muscles stroked and squeezed the fist within her.

"Very good little one, I see you have come to terms with your new life. now things will be much easier for you, the pleasure much greater, and even the pain an acceptable part of your continued service to your Master." with that said, he bent his fingers just slightly inside of her, this caused the raised seams of the finger tips of the glove to scrap against her inner flesh as he pumped… more to the point, he was stimulating her g-spot as it had never been before. he could feel her heat rising… his elbow length glove becoming slick with her need.

he felt her tensing, he smiled and nodded to the slave who's cock she so ardently feasted on. she felt strong hands grab the sides of her head and hold it still as the cock began to unload deep in her thoat. at the same time she felt the fist plunge as deep as it could go and fingers grasping her clit, pinching it hard and pulling.

it was too much… her body released…

she reached a climax that seemed to be every orgasm she had ever felt rolled into one massive explosion. she quite literally saw stars…

It took a long time for her body to stop spasming… for her tired mind to focus.

she felt cold steel about her throat. her tired mind smiled and recognized the collar.

she felt like she was floating as strong hands loosed her from her bonds.

she felt the softness of some sort of bedding as she was lowered to it.

she smiled softly as her weary mind recognized the click of a chain being attached to her collar. she slowly gave into the blackness. the caress of a hand on her cheek… the feel of a soft blanket on her skin and his voice whispering to her "good girl" were the last things the blackness took from her mind.

She awoke slowly, her mind totally relaxed, as was every part of her…

totally peaceful, like a satiated cat.

Slowly her eyes opened… for a moment the darkness confused her. then she became aware of the feel of a blindfold covering her eyes. she smiled as she accepted this as if it were nothing unusual.

languidly she stretched, her hands slowly exploring her body. she felt as if every sense, every nerve was heightened somehow.

her hands found her throat…

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