Crushed Men

Vanquished Men-2

“And lastly,” she said, “we mark you as ours, permanently.”

“Huh?” I thought. “Mark me?”

I didn’t have to wonder very long as she went to the autoclave in the corner, took out a red-hot branding iron and pressed it into my right butt cheek. I screamed until I was hoarse. In the wall mirrors I could see in reverse that the letters DOM were permanently inscribed on my ass.

They released me from the bench and I fell at their feet sobbing. One of the girls put a collar on me, snapped a leash on it and dragged me, crawling on all fours, behind her. After a few twists and turns she opened a bedroom door and there was Susan. She was sitting on the bed with a sheaf of papers in her hands and a strange smile on her face.

“Here is your slave,” the girl leading me said, handing the leash to Susan. “Dinner is at six.”

She turned and left, leaving us alone.

Susan looked down at me. There was still some of the love I was used to seeing in her eyes but something more. I opened my mouth to tell her about what had just happened, but she jerked my leash and put her finger to my lips to silence me.

“I have the rules here,” she said waving the sheaf of papers, “that you have to abide by. One of them is that you are not allowed to speak without permission.”

That was too much for me. After all we were in love and alone, surely the rules didn’t apply. I couldn’t help myself.

“What difference does that make when we are alone, Susan?” I asked.

“And, you must address me properly as Mistress or Miss Susan or Ma’am,” she said, coldly.

“Susan, I…”

“We are monitored at all times by closed circuit TV and any infractions are dealt with by your controller,” she said.

“But…”

“You didn’t know?” she said.

I nodded.

“Of course you didn’t. Neither did I. The fact is that you are allowed one infraction at the very beginning,” she said, “and after that you will incur punishment for each infraction.”

I looked at her in horror. Surely, she was kidding.

“Further, if I fail to report you for breaking a rule and someone sees it or hears it or reports it, I am the one who is punished,” she said.

“That is diabolical,” I thought. “We will be pitted against each other and to save herself she will have to sacrifice me.”

“This was designed to ensure that the pledges didn’t begin to feel sorry for their slaves or have feelings for them or fall in love with them,” she said.

“But we are already in love,” I wailed.

“Mikey,” she said, coldly. “You have used up your one infraction without punishment. Stop talking and read these rules.”

She handed me the rules and got up and went into the bathroom to shower and get ready for bed.

***

Thirty minutes later I had read all the rules twice and I wasn’t any happier with the second reading than I had been with the first. I was really a slave with no rights and it was clear that I had signed up for a life of pure hell for the next two years. It was also clear that no matter how much she loved me that there was little that she could do to help my situation. She came out of the bathroom in a very sheer, short nighty and I wanted nothing more than to grab her, throw her on the bed and ravish her. I knew better. The rules were clear, so I kept my head down and waited. She sat on the bed, grabbed my leash and dragged me into her p***y. I knew what to do.

Chapter Two

During the next two weeks we settled into a routine. I slept on the floor next to her bed. In the morning I woke her with my mouth on her p***y. I bathed her, dressed her and then we went to breakfast where, along with the other poor wretches, I crouched on hands and knees under the table while my goddess ate. When she finished she put her scraps down for me to eat. Then she left for her classes and I was free.

Well, free was a very relative term. When she was gone it meant I could crawl to the locker room, put clothes on and leave for my classes. Somehow the Sorority had arranged it so that all the slaves, including me, had classes from ten to two which didn’t interfere with our duties in the house.

When my classes finished I had just enough time to hustle back to the house, strip, crawl in and present myself to Emily, my controller. She then checked my school work and gave me time to complete my homework.

At five I had to be in position to receive Susan and do whatever she wanted prior to crawling down to dinner. Dinner was a repeat of breakfast with me being graciously fed the scraps of Susan’s meal.

Evenings could vary but they always ended with me licking her p***y and sleeping on the floor next to her bed.

All-in-all it wasn’t a bad existence, after all I was at least allowed to eat her cunt, while getting my degree and building a future, but I missed our intimate moments. I missed holding her, touching her as an equal, kissing her and most of all being able to talk to her. As her slave I was never allowed to speak to her except to say respond to something she said. I missed our times together but the ‘rules’ didn’t allow any interaction between us other than as slave and owner.

Finally, during the third week, I ran into her on campus. I saw her long before she saw me. I was sickened at what I saw. She was hanging all over a hunk, kissing and carrying on. They were clearly a couple. Even though I knew that the no talking rule applied even here away for the sorority house I couldn’t help myself.

“Susan, what’s going on?” I asked.

Before she could answer hunk spoke up.

“Number 107,” he said, looking at my tag. “Your controller will hear about this.”

“Susan?” I said again.

“Susan, who the f**k is this?” the hunk asked.

“He’s my slave,” Susan answered.

“Is he always out of line like this?” the hunk asked.

“I’m not the one out of line, buddy,” I said. “That’s my girlfriend you’ve got your hands all over.”

“You are seriously deluded, boy,” he said. “Slaves don’t have girlfriends.

“Susan,” I shouted, “tell him!”

“Brad, this worm is my slave,” Susan said. “I did happen to date him a bit before he agreed to become my slave but that was just to get him to agree.”

I was stunned. How did the relationship that we had enjoyed for two years, the closeness, the s*x, the loving get rolled up into a sentence that had the words ‘I happened to date him for a bit’ in it? I looked at her in disbelief. She just smiled and pointed at the ground.

“Get down and kiss Brad’s feet,” she said.

“f**k you!” I screamed.

“Now, worm, or you won’t believe what Emily will do to you for disobeying me,” she said coldly.

I walked away knowing that I was going to be seriously disciplined.

***

That evening was hell for me. Susan got together with Emily and filled her in on my transgressions and then Emily took me into the punishment room, strapped me down and stepped in front of me.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” she asked.

“Am I permitted to speak freely?” I asked.

“Why not?” she laughed. “It can’t get any worse for you than it is right now.”

“I’m going to explain something to you, Emily” I said.

She slashed out with the whip and said, “It’s Miss Emily, slave.”

“As I started to say, Emily,” I said again waiting for the whip.

She laughed and said, “Go on.”

“As I started to say, Emily, I repeated. “I am not one of your worms like the other wimps here. I agreed to this because I loved Susan and wanted to be with her. I realize I signed a contract and I’ll live up to it to the minimum extent that I must, but that’s it. I will serve Susan for the next two years exactly as I should and no more and, from now on, the only two words she will ever hear from me, assuming she ever asks me to respond, are ‘f**k you’.

“My, my, such brave words from someone who is strapped down and about to be beaten to within an inch of their life,” Emily said.

“You don’t know me, Emily,” I said, “but I think I know you. I think there is a real person behind that façade. I think you are a person who likes the slave thing, but in the long run you are looking for a real man who can be an equal to your strong personality. But perhaps you can convince me I’m wrong, in which case I will extend those two words to you for my duration here also.”

“We’ll see,” she said and then beat me until I passed out.

***

The next six months were hell for me, but I made sure they were as bad as I could make them for Susan. I never did any more than I had to, and I always did whatever she asked slowly and deliberately.

Yes, I licked her p***y, but I always made sure that I ruined her orgasm by doing something that took the edge off just as she started to go. In other ways I continually frustrated her. Gone was the loving guy who would have done anything for her. In his place was a robot who obeyed and performed exactly what was asked of him. Whenever she tried to talk to me about my attitude the only thing I said was, ‘f**k you’ and was sent to Emily for correction.

Things finally came to a head one day after the umpteenth time I told Susan, ‘f**k you’. She dragged me to Emily and demanded that she do something about my attitude.

“I can’t take any more of this, Emily,” Susan said. “This isn’t how you explained having a slave would be.”

“You probably should have taken one from the pool, Susan,” Emily laughed, “instead of thinking you could kill two birds with one stone.”

“Well, I was tired of him as a boyfriend and I thought he would be perfect as my slave,” Susan said.

“Well, he does seem a bit of a handful, doesn’t he?” Emily giggled.

“Can I trade him in?” Susan asked.

“It’s too late for you to pick one from the pool because he has more than a year to go on his contract and we have to have him assigned to someone and there is no one else,” Emily said.

“Isn’t there anything you can do?” Susan asked.

“Well, the only way is to get one of the other girls to agree to trade,” Emily said.

“No one is going to do that,” Susan said. “They all know how bad he is.”

“Um… I might be willing to trade with you,” Emily said.

My head shot up. Emily? s**t! If anything, I’d probably be punished even more. I shuddered.

“You’d do that for me?” Susan gushed.

“I think I can bring this one in line, permanently,” Emily said.

She handed her slaves leash to Susan and took mine. I realized I was going to have to harden my resolve if I was going to get through the next year plus of my servitude. I wondered how long it would be before I lost faith in my belief that there was a real Emily inside and began using ‘f**k you’ to her also.