Diary of a Slave Merchant – 2008 (part 1)

Note: This is a continuation of “Diary of a Slave Merchant – 2007”. It is recommended that you read it first, otherwise you might be a little lost for a while. Quick recap for the lazy: 40-ish year-old Edward divorced, bought a house, kidnapped two girls, forced them to become sex slaves, sold one (Slave name: “Star”) to an old college friend named Wayne who is now wealthy, fell in love with the other (slave name: “Baby”) who was abused by her foster father and who now helps Edward acquire and train new girls. They have just acquired their first new girl, a “tough” girl with a bad attitude.

Here are the last few entries from the 2007 diary:

December 12th, 2007
8:34pm

Baby has a couple of promising prospects at the runaway shelter. She is working on one in particular. A blond with a streak of black in her hair. Nice body, attractive, very bad attitude. She has three or four piercings, dresses in black and is a real tough ‘Nobody-fucks-with-me’ hard-ass. Right up my alley

She told the girl she was going to go live at her uncles house and that she would talk to him about them both staying there.

December 22nd, 2007
2:18pm

We spent a good chunk of money fixing up the basement. It is now two separate finished rooms, both with chain rings and both suitable as slave quarters.

We installed a larger refrigerator, microwave and some cabinets for food in the main room.

The unfinished storage room has been partially finished and has several extra chain rings on the ceiling, a twin bed with a heavy frame and several padded beams of different heights made out of saw horses. It will server as the punishment room.

December 31th, 2007
11:34am

Baby brought the blond girl home last night. We went the easy route this time and got her so drunk she was too fucked up to fight back much. She passed out during the struggle. She woke up this morning chained spread-eagle and face-down on the twin bed in the punishment room with a ball gag in her mouth. I think I’ll name this one ‘Cunt’.

We went down to introduce her to her new life. I explained her situation to her as she made muffled noises and her face turned red. I then removed the ball gag, only to be assaulted by the longest string of curse-laden insults and death threats I think I’ve ever heard.

This one is going to be fun….

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Diary of a Slave Merchant – 2008.1
BY E.Y. Toad


January 1st, 2008
1:14am

Happy fucking new year! And what a great start to 2008. My left forearm is still bleeding from teeth marks and Baby, my beautiful little slave/lover, was brought to tears and it broke my heart.

Early this morning, or I should say yesterday morning (it’s been a long day) we stirred our new acquisition from her alcohol-induced slumber. She was chained face down and spread-eagle to the twin bed in the punishment room, with a ball gag in her mouth. She was fully clothed.

It took her several long seconds to realize that she was chained to a bed and gagged. She swung her head around several times trying to determine where she was but could not turn her head far enough to see us. She made several grunts and angry, muffled screams as she pulled at her chains

I climbed on the bed and straddled her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back to prevent her from turning it. I put my mouth right next to her ear as she frantically tried to turn her head from side-to-side to see who was on sitting her.

“Stop struggling. You are securely chained and cannot escape.” I said, almost in a whisper.

She responded by doubling her effort to pull out of the chains and her muted screams got louder. I pulled her head back farther with a fast, forceful motion. She let out a painful yelp and stopped screaming.

“STOP STRUGGLING!” I said angrily, pausing a few seconds for her to calm down. “You are now my property. Your life as you knew it is over. You will learn to obey me instantly and fulfill my every whim without question or hesitation.”

After hearing this, she went crazy. She thrashed about so violently that I lost my grip on her hair and she flipped her head in all directions, flopping her body around as she made a desperate attempt to escape her bonds.

I regained my grip on her hair and jerked her head back even further than before. She let out a loud yelp and started crying and screaming even louder, but more high-pitched. Her tone was a sort of desperate, screaming plea, like she had something important to say, or at least that’s what it sounded like to me.

I removed the ball gag to see what she had to say, and she had plenty of choice words for me.

“Let me go you fucking pervert mother fucker! I’ll fucking kill you, you cock sucking faggot! Don’t you dare fucking touch me you old fucking cock sucker. I’m not gonna be your fucking mmffff…” she yelled, her final words muffled as I replaced the ball gag.

“You are going to be, and do, anything I say.” I said, releasing her hair and getting off the bed. “You will soon learn obedience and will beg for the chance to please your master.”

Her muffled protests continued as I opened the cabinet to choose an instrument of punishment. This girl is definitely tougher than Baby and Star were. I decided skip the paddle and go directly to the 1/2″ dowel rod.

I held the dowel rod in my right hand and tapped it in my left as I circle around in front of her. She looked up at me, saw the dowel rod and started crying hysterically, tears streaming down her face.

“Your slave name is ‘Cunt’. Your old name no longer matters. You will answer to ‘Cunt’ and only ‘Cunt’ unless and until I give you a different name.” I said, walking around to her left side.

She followed me with her eyes as far as she could, but I moved just out of her field of vision. I didn’t want her to see the strokes coming.

“What I am about to do only has to happen once.” I informed her, “Your first lesson is punishment. You are about to find out what happens if you break even the smallest of my rules, or refuse, or even hesitate to carry out a command you are given.”

“Baby, please stand in front of Cunt” I said, motioning to Baby.

Cunt looked around, surprised that there was someone else there. She made several throaty, pleading noises and looked at Baby as if to beg for her help. Baby turned her head away slightly. I believe Baby is 100% on-board with what we’re doing, but she doesn’t like the punishment part very much.

“You are now my property!” I proclaimed loudly, bringing the dowel rod down hard across both of her ass cheeks at once.

Her whole body tensed and she let out a blood-curdling scream, even muffled by the ball gag. Her hands opened wide, fingers spread apart, and her hands shook as the initial pain wracked through her body.

She panted and cried out several times as I paced a few steps back and forth. She started opening and closing her hands tightly over and over as if in anticipating the next stroke.

“I am your master.” I continued, “You will follow my every command without question or hesitation!”

Her body tense up, expecting another stroke. I waited a few seconds until she seems to relax her body a bit and then brought the rod down across the back of her thighs.

She screamed and thrashed around for a few seconds then looked up at Baby and renewed her pleas for help. Her pleas had the tone of “Why won’t you help me!” Baby just looked away.

“You will always address me as ‘Master’ and you will answer to ‘Cunt’!” I yelled, bringing the rod down across her ass again. Her whole body shook with pain as her voice changed to a low-pitched, moaning scream.

I decided to give her a chance and see if we’d broken through that tough exterior a bit yet. I bent over and put my mouth to her ear again.

“I’ll give you one chance to end this now.” I whispered, “I’m going to remove your gag. I want you to say ‘I am your obedient slave and I live to please my Master.'”

I started to remove the gag and before it was even fully out of her mouth she started sobbing and screaming, a long string of slobber dripping out of her mouth.

“Let me go! <sob> I’m not your fucking slave! God damn it, let me… <sob> let me go! Please, Lisa…<sob> please make him let me go!” she began, as the rage resurfaced. “LET ME GO YOU FUCKING INSANE FUCKING PERVERT!” “Lisa” is the name Baby used with Cunt.

“That’s not what I wanted to hear.” I said quietly, replacing the ball gag.

“Baby, help me over here.” I said, grabbing one corner of the twin bed frame by Cunt’s feet and motioning for Baby to grab the other. Together we tipped the bed up on end and leaned it slightly against the wall so Cunt was hanging upside-down.

“You had your chance. This could have been easier for you.” I explained, “I’m done toying with you now.”

I walked over to the cabinet and grabbed a two feet long piece of garden hose.

“I really wish it hadn’t come to this, but you you will learn to obey me.” I said, walking back over to Cunt.

I lowered her tight, blue pull-over shirt down as far as I could. It bunched up near her shoulder blades. I then reached around and unzipped her pants, pushing them upwards toward her feet until they bunched up between her knees and ankles. I left her white bra fastened and her light-blue panties in place. She thrashed around, crying and pleading, but I was no longer listening.