Diary of a Slave Merchant – 2008 (part 2)

January 2nd, 2008
11:52pm

Baby has spent the day filling Cunt in on the rules and her new daily routine and duties. I watched them off and on all day via the hidden video cameras in each room of the basement.

Baby had Cunt change in to an official slave outfit, which is plain cotton panties, a matching t-shirt, and a pair of socks. This is all slaves are allowed to wear. They may pick from several colors, but they must match, and nothing else may be worn.

She also taught Cunt how to “assume the position” when I come down. There is a locked door at the top of the stairs and another locked door at the bottom of the stairs. Normally, after I come through the top door, I hide that key in a special place, then unlock the bottom door with a different key.

When the slaves hear me coming down, they are to kneel on their knees and rest their asses on their feet, backs against the wall opposite the door and hands on their thighs. The reason for this, besides making them take a submissive position, is so I can see them as soon as I crack the door and to make sure they are not setting up an ambush.

About 7:30pm, I went down the stairs, locking the top door as usual, and slowly opened the bottom door. Baby and Cunt were in position. Cunt was still wearing the collar I had put on her earlier, which was connected to a ceiling ring by a long chain. Baby no longer needs to be chained or take the slave position. She is doing it now to teach Cunt the routine.

Cunt’s bra-less tits look amazing in her tight t-shirt, her nipples standing out under the thin cotton material. Being a “Tit Man”, I can’t wait to be properly introduced to them.

I walked in and faced them. “I see Baby is teaching you to be a proper slave.” I said.

“Yes, Master.” Cunt replied, surprisingly upbeat. Maybe too upbeat.

“Good…” I began, “Today we’re going to find out what hidden talents you may have.”

“Master?” Cunt asked.

“Talents, Cunt.” I said. “Everyone has at least a few. I need to know what you are good at: dancing, sucking cock, fucking or whatever. Different masters want different talents, so we need to find out what you are good at, and teach you the things you are not so good at.”

“Oh…” Cunt replied, trailing off and looking around anxiously.

“Stand up, Cunt.” I ordered. “First we need to take a look at you to see where your body might need work.”

She immediately complied and stood up.

“Put your hands behind your head and…”

My sentence was cut off by Cunt screaming. “You are fucking insane!” she yelled as she took the slack in the chain and wrapped it around Baby’s throat. “I will fucking kill her!”

This happened so fast that poor Baby had no time to react. The fear on her face broke my heart, and filled me with rage, but I remained calm. This situation could still be diffused with no one getting hurt.

“Cunt… stop this.” I said calmly. “You cannot escape from here. Let Baby go right now, and I promise your punishment will be light.”

Cunt pulled the chain tighter around Baby’s throat. “Fuck you, you God damned pervert!” she screamed. “You try to turn me in to some kind of fucking lezzie, now you think I’m going to fuck you any time you want! FUCK YOU!”

Cunt pulled Baby up off the floor and stood behind her as she started edging around me towards the door.

“Cunt, I’m warning you.” I said, “Stop this now, or you will be severely punished.”

“Unchain me! Or I’ll kill her RIGHT NOW!” She screamed, yanking on the chain. Baby’s face was turning red and her eyes were wide open and filled with terror.

I stood on the futon and disconnected the chain from the ceiling. “Cunt…” I said, trailing off.

She circled around to the door leading to the stairs, keeping the chain tightly wrapped around Baby’s throat.

“Masterrrppp!!” Baby said, her word cut off by Cunt jerking on the chain.

“Baby, its ok, just hang on.” I assured. Baby was desperately trying to get a grip on the chain to relieve the pressure.

Cunt turned the door handle, and realizing it was locked, yelled “Give me the fucking key!!!”

I tossed the key on the ground in front of her.

She slowly bent down, never taking her eyes off me and felt around for the key, finally finding it and picking it up. Damn, so what is plan B? I wondered briefly if I could run over and disable Cunt before she could crush Baby’s wind pipe. I decided the situation was not yet desperate enough to attempt it. There was still the locked upper door, and the locked front door.

Cunt walked backwards up the stairs, and upon reaching the top, turned the door handle only to realize that it, too, was locked. “Give me the key, God damn it!” Cunt demanded.

“I don’t have the key.” I replied calmly. “It’s in a small box glued to the underside of the step your are standing on.” I was lying.

Cunt bent down, keeping her eyes on me the whole time and felt for the box.

“It’s not here!” she exclaimed, “Where is it!”

“It’s more towards the back.” I replied, “Reach all the way back… over on the left side.”

Cunt bent down and started taking quick glances under the step but would immediately look back at me. There was no way I had enough time to climb the stairs before she looked back at me. I was starting to get a little concerned.

Suddenly, Baby apparently sensed an opening and jerked on the chain, getting just enough slack to slip the chain over her chin. Cunt quickly realized what was happening and tightened the chain again, but it had now slipped and was going diagonally across Baby’s face. Her face contorted as the chain tightened and twisted across it.

Baby reached back over her head and frantically clawed at Cunt, managing to grab her hair and pull sharply, causing them both to tumble down the stairs.

“Baby!!!” I cried.

They reached the bottom of the stairs with a sickening “thud”, Cunt landing on top of Baby.

I quickly untangled them from the chain, jumped up on the futon and ran Cunt’s chain through the ring. I got back down and pulled the chain tightly. As I looked at my Baby lying on the floor, barely conscious, my rage took over. I jerked the chain with every ounce of strength I could muster, pulling Cunt across the floor by the collar around her neck.

Cunt screamed with pain and grabbed the chain, trying to lessen the tension. She screamed and kicked her legs furiously as I pulled her across the room, six inches at a time.

I kept pulling until she had no choice but to stand up, directly under the chain ring in the ceiling. I kept pulling until she was standing on her toes, arms flailing and still screaming.

“NO! NO! NO! NO!” she sobbed in despair.

I quickly grabbed the handcuffs, took her arms and jerked them around her back and handcuffed them behind her. I then took the ball gag and put it on her. I didn’t want to hear anything she had to say.

Cunt now being secured, I ran over to Baby and knelt down.

“Baby…Oh God, Baby!” I cried, getting my first look at the extent of her injuries. She had multiple scrapes on her arms and legs, a bruise circling around her throat and a long contusion diagonally up her face.