“Alright toots, up and at ‘em, it’s time to get you on the floor.”

The man, who I recognized as one of the people doing security back during my surgery, as well as two other armed security guards, stepped into my cell.

He was a deeply unpleasant looking person, his face covered in scars, leaving him looking even scarier than Cyrus did, and he was not playing around when it came to security.

I was already awake by the time they showed up at my cell, but their arrival still caught me off guard. I had been here for a few days already, and despite me being able to hear the commotion of things happening in the facility around me, the guards had yet to come drag me out of my cell.

I stared at the scars on his face as he made his way to me, unsure of what I was supposed to do, but I would be damned if I let him touch me somewhere he's not supposed to.

"On your knees." The closer he got to me the more terrified his presence felt, and by the time he got within reach I no longer had the bravery to try and stand up to him.

He grabbed me by the wrist, yanking me off of the bed and onto my feet, before twisting my arm behind my back and forcefully shoving me onto my knees on the floor in front of him.

"O-oww!!" I shuddered with pain as my knees slammed onto the cold stone floor. "Wh-where's Cyrus?"

He didn’t answer, whoever this man was he clearly wasn’t too keen on talking. He just grabbed my other hand and twisted it behind me, binding my wrists together behind my back.

“Hold her still, Phil.” I craned my neck upwards in time to see and hear someone new stepping into my cell. The site’s primary physician and surgeon, Rebecca Larkin, was the only woman of color I’d met at the facility so far, and I recognized her from when she did my surgery just over a month and a half ago.

I looked down at the floor, trying to show respect as she stepped in, watching the feet of the two guards at the back make their way out into the hallway, securing the door from the outside. “Good morning, doctor…”

She, like Phil, didn’t so much as offer me a reply. She simply reached down, grabbing me by the chin and tilting my head up to look at her so that she could examine my face.

“I recognize you this time, that’s for sure. I guess I was wrong when I said things would be getting better soon.” She didn’t even glance over to the man with the scars, and neither did she look at me as she spoke. “St. Clair is a hard woman to please after all.”

“Things did get better for a little while there, Ma’am…” They really did, my last month with Candace had really honestly been wonderful.

“Well then I hope you’re ready for more good news.” Rebecca Larkin set her clipboard of notes off to the side. “You have some buyers.”

“Buyers?” I swallowed nervously. I knew that that was supposed to be good news to me, but it really wasn’t. I was supposed to be excited to meet my potential future masters, but I wasn’t. “What happens to me now?”

“Now you shop talking and let me examine you, I’m not here to be your friend, I’m here to make sure you’re ready to be sold.” Doctor Larkin was as friendly as I remembered her being, not very.

“What’s she got, Doc?” The man behind me tightened my bindings, finally letting go of my arms and standing up.

“She’s been spayed, and that’s what’s important.” Rebecca flipped through her notes, only occasionally glancing downwards at me. “It’ll go a long way towards getting her out of here.”

Getting me out of here? Is that what they want?

“Does she need the gag?” The scarred man kicked me, testing the limits of my patience.

“As long as she doesn’t try to bite any of her buyers, no.” Rebecca eyed Phil behind me, waiting for him to stop before turning her attention back to me. “You’re not going to bite anyone are you… Chloe?”

She said she remembered me, but she had to look down at her clipboard to figure out my name, something which annoyed me quite a bit more than it really should have. “No, Ma’am…”

“These people are very important people, 0000. I’m going to need more than just that.”

“My mouth is shut, Ma’am… I would never bite a potential buyer…”

“I would hope so, or else we’d have to start showing you off to our more… degenerate clientele.”

The way she described their normal clients gave me pause. Anyone who came to look at me in the prospect of turning me into their slave was not only a degenerate, but a criminal and a monster. “How are these buyers different, Ma’am?”

“They’ve been vetted, and they are reliable.” Dr. Larkin continued, making sure all of the paperwork was in order for today. “They are very special buyers who’ve been given the exclusive right to get the first look at you before the normal buyers get a chance.”

“So they’re all important people, then?” I swallowed nervously, letting Phil behind me pull me up to my feet without making a fuss. “I wouldn’t bite someone of importance, I promise.”

“Good, because if you did, very bad things would happen to you. They are all friends of the family after all.” Rebecca turned, beginning to head out. “They have all been screened and approved by Mr. Griffin himself, so you had better do whatever you can to impress them, if one of these clients doesn't go for you, well… it’d be like throwing you to the dogs, and I can guarantee that you don’t want that to happen.”

“I’ll do my best, Ma’am.”

“Good enough for me.” She smirked, looking back up at the man behind me. “Get her onto the floor, Mr. Burke.”

↞✶↠

I wasn’t the only slave currently up for sale, there were three other girls on the sale floor with me, all of us set up for potential buyers to come take a look at us.

“You’ve got five today.” The man, Phil Burke, got me set up and restrained in a smaller room connected to the bigger underground room.

“Five what, Sir?” I bit my lip nervously, my eyes still pointed down trying to show him the respect that he expected from a slave waiting to be sold.

“Five buyers are coming to look at you.” He kept his eyes up, not really wanting to look at me. Phil quite obviously had a lot of work on his plate, having to deal with four slaves being sold, his job was to sell people, and that clearly couldn’t be a very easy job at all.

Phil set a clipboard down on a table inside of the room, from just a quick look at it I could see that it contained a print out of my profile, conveniently laid out for potential buyers to see.

“What am I supposed to do, Sir?” My heart was thumping out of my chest, dreading the idea of meeting any of the buyers. I still wasn’t ready to belong to anyone that wasn’t Candace.

“Whatever they tell you to do.” Phil made sure everything in the room was set up and ready, and then he left, presumably to attend to one of the other girls.

I wanted to vomit.

There was absolutely no way that I was going to get through this, I didn’t want to just get sold off to some random guy that I’ve never met before. I wasn’t even asked about my preferences when it came to being paired up with a new master, and I supposed that it was only fair, I am a slave after all, I was expected to devote myself completely and fully to whoever did end up becoming my new master, but I was going to do my damned best to scare off anyone who I didn’t personally want to find myself becoming the personal possession of.

“And your name is?”

Speaking of said people.

“Chloe.” I swallowed nervously, right off the bat I wasn’t liking this very much at all. Not only was my first potential buyer a man, he was also a very uninteresting seeming one. Sure, he was young, he had that going for him, an advantage that I was sure that not all of my potential buyers had. But he looked smarmy and awful, and I very much did not want him to be my future master. I’ll pass on that, thank you.

“And… what are you good for exactly, Chloe?”

“Not much at all, Sir.” He scoffed and shook his head as soon as he saw that. Yeah, no thanks, absolutely not going to happen. He didn’t seem very interested in me to begin with, and there was no way I was going to dedicate my life to someone who was only going to give me an occasional passing glance while expecting me to do all of my work.

I never learned his name, but he was in and out in the blink of an eye, and I applauded him for that.

“Very interesting~”

Look at that!! A woman!! I can work with that!!

“Hello, Miss!” She wasn’t quite as young as the first man, but she wasn’t an old woman, she must have been in her late thirties to early forties, but she was at least moderately attractive, not that that was the most important thing for a master to have, because it wasn’t.

The most important thing when it came to potential masters was how they were going to treat me, and from the looks of it, she wasn’t going to treat me very well.

“Hmmmm… I expect my slaves to hold their tongue.” She shook her head and sighed, taking a look at my profile, paying very little attention to me directly for a good while.

How am I supposed to respond to that? I whimpered under my breath, sighing to myself as I looked down, trying not to bother the woman. This wasn’t going to work either, I could tell that, but I was unable to express that to her, despite how much I wanted to.

“Cooking, check… Cleaning, check… Anything specific that you’re good at darling?” She smiled, seemingly more willing now to have some sort of conversation with me.

“I… have been described as a handmaiden…” I whined internally, trying not to be blatant about the fact that I didn’t want her to buy me.

“And what does that mean, exactly?” She rolled her eyes, looking me up and down as she bit her lip.

“I wait on my master hand and foot, Ma’am…” I did my best not to look at her, keeping my eyes from making anything close to eye contact.

“Right, well…” She stood up, no longer interested in continuing to pursue me. “I’ll talk to my husband about you, then…”

Two down, three to go, I suppose.

But the next visitor was the least thrilling of the group by far. A man, this one even older than Candace’s father, just looking at him made me shudder. Though, he didn’t seem a lot nicer than the last two visitors had been.

“Oh, don’t worry sweetheart… I’m not after your body, it’s alright to cover up…” He was actually kind of a sweet old man. He said it was okay for me to cover up, and I would have if it weren’t for the fact that my arms were bound behind my back. “That was a little joke, of course.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I gave him a pleasant smile, sighing to myself. He was a lot nicer than the last two, and he seemed a lot more interested in me, but I still didn’t want to entertain any thought of belonging to the man, and I think he understood that in the end.

It was honestly kind of weird, everyone thus far was treating me a lot better than I had expected them to, it was like I really was getting some sort of preferential treatment after all. But I was starting to get nervous, none of them had liked me so far, and if I didn’t manage to convince one of them to buy me, I was going to be in for a rather bad time.

“Well hello there, cutie~”

This time it was another woman, cute, young, and pepper. She had dark brown hair, and subtle brown eyes, she reminded me of Candace just a little bit, just not in the looks department.

“Hello, Miss.”

She smiled at me, grinning eagerly as soon as she saw me, she was cute. “You’re awfully cute aren’t you?”

“Thank you, Miss…” I couldn’t help but blush at the compliment, especially from another attractive woman.

“You’re very welcome~” She had the confidence that Candace had, and an attitude that I remembered seeing from her when my archrival and I first met, long before she kidnapped me and made me into her slave. “Are you into other women, Chloe?”

“A-absolutely…” This I could definitely work with. She was young and attractive, and she was gay. She was the best candidate thus far, now it was time for me to genuinely try and sell myself to her. “Why… are you?”

“You could say something like that, I think.” She smiled, taking a seat at the table and picking up the clipboard. “Chloe is a cute name!!”

“Thank you, Miss.” I smiled at her, appreciating the compliment. “My last owner gave it to me…”

Unfortunately that killed it for her, she clearly wasn’t in the market for a used slave, and she didn’t actually give me much attention from there.

I wasn’t too torn up about it, but it was quite a shame, she had been the best candidate by far, and I wasn’t exactly thrilled with the sight of my fifth and final visitor for the day.

It was another man, not quite as young as the first one, but he was most certainly not an older man. He was around Cyrus’ age, and his aura was certainly comparable to Candace’s older brother.

“So I’m in the market for a maid that I can have some fun with.” He slammed the door shut behind him, trying to make some sort of an impression as stepped into the room. “Know where I could find someone like that?”

Fuck, he does have a kind of swagger about him, and I could most certainly do worse, but still…

“I’m your girl, Sir…” I sighed, relenting to the idea that maybe I could settle for something like… this. “At least, I could be…”

“Heh, I like the way you think…” He took a seat, examining my profile. “I gotta ask though, are you some sort of well behaved good girl type, or something?”

“What do you mean, Sir?”

“I mean the other girls have way more security on them than you do.”

“So you’ve seen the other girls then?”

“I have, I came to look at all of the girls.” He smirked, shooting me a wink. “You’re one of the more attractive looking ones, though~”

“Thank you, Sir~” I chuckled under my breath, unable to keep myself from blushing at the thought. “You’re just trying to be kind, I’m sure.”

“What makes you think that?”

“I’m nothing special, Sir.”

“I assure you, I’m not just playing around with you.” He set the clipboard down, shaking his head at me. “I’ve been a fan for a while~”

I paused and looked up at him, taking a moment before realizing what it was he was talking about. “Wh-what do you mean, Sir?”

“I mean, Chloe is a cute name and all, but…” He set down the clipboard and smirked, turning to me and looking me over to make sure I was who he thought I was. “I think Sophia’s an even cuter name, don’t you think?”

He knows who I am, I have fans after all. “If you mean objectively… I think I prefer Chloe, if we’re being honest~”

This was new, I hadn’t actually been accosted by a fan in quite a while, it seemed almost alien to me now. I was the one on the sale floor, I was supposed to be the one trying to impress him, but knowing that he sees me as who I used to be almost put me above him in a way. Sure, I was the slave, but I didn’t really have to do anything to endear myself to him. I was the famous one, and he was the nobody.

At least normally he would have been some nothing fan, but here and now he had all sorts of power over me that I couldn’t fight.

He knelt down, putting his hands on my cheek and watching my reaction as he slid his hand downwards, caressing my body. “Stand up, doll.”

He commanded, and I obeyed, rising to my feet with him as he walked me to the table. “Time to take you on a test drive, don’t you think?”

“Yes, Sir…” I choked on my anger, doing as I was told as he directed me to the table and bent me over. My hands still bound behind my back as he got me into position.

“Gonna need to get rid of these, for sure~” He ran his hands along my skin, tracing the outline of my brands with his finger.

“Yes, Sir… whatever you say…”

“Quiet. Let me have my fun now.”

↞✶↠

I shouldn’t have been surprised. I knew it was going to happen to me, but I still wasn’t mentally prepared for it. To be bent over and raped by someone I didn’t know, didn’t like, and didn’t want anything to do with.

I was helpless. I have no power here, I never did, and I never would. If that man wanted me enough to buy me, there was nothing I could do to stop him. There was nothing I could do, it was hopeless.

That was it, the fifth and final buyer, and he was the only who had shown any interest in actually going through with buying me.

The first man was almost completely uninterested, but even if he forced me to clean his house without ever really acknowledging me, I would be better off with someone who wouldn’t abuse and violate me.

The first woman might not have been perfect, but she knew what she wanted, and she wanted a maid rather than a sex slave. It wouldn’t have been fun, but she at least had the natural sort of dominance capable of keeping me in line.

The second man was old and married, but he also didn’t want me for my body. He was actually kind of sweet and nice, and I could have eventually gotten used to working for him.

The second woman was honestly my favorite out of all of them, I would have been more than willing to belong to her, but she wasn’t after someone who had already been used and owned before.

But it was this last man who had shown the most interest in me, and I hated it. Out of all of them, he was the last person I would choose, but I wasn’t the one with the power to choose.

The door into the smaller room opened up, I was expecting Mr. Burke to come in and drag me away back to my cell, but in stepped someone I didn’t recognize at all.

“I’m only going to be a minute, I swear.” It was a woman. She wasn’t dressed quite as fancy as the other men and women who had been in here to take a look at me today, but she was most certainly not dressed like commonfolk, the piece of her outfit that stood out most to me was the cane she seemed to have with her.

She put her cane aside, letting it lean against the wall. Perhaps it was for show, she wasn’t as young as I was, but she most certainly wasn’t an older woman. She was still young, looking to be right around Leah’s age, mid thirties at most, and it did appear that the cane was almost certainly just for show, judging on how she walked perfectly fine without it.

“I’ve only got you for a few minutes, before they come in to drag me out of here.” She stood directly in front of my kneeling body, looking down at me from above and giving me a little wink as she spoke. “But I just couldn’t resist~”

“I- I’m sorry… I wasn’t expecting anyone else today, Ma’am.” I looked up at her, taking in the sight of it all, and there was a lot to take in here, and I was not ready to take in the sight of her.

The woman had a short yet elegant head of light brown, almost dirty blonde hair, which she kept cut into a wavy layered bob just above her shoulders. It was almost weird for me to see a group of people with actual color in their skin and hair.

Candace’s skin was ghastly pale, and her hair was a platinum blonde with little to no pigment whatsoever. In contrast, this woman didn’t have the scary blonde hair that Candace had, or even blonde hair at all, hers was more of a light brown. But she did have blue eyes, hers weren’t as piercing or vast as my previous owner’s were. Her greyish-blue eyes were subtle and sort of foggy, giving her a more calm gaze.

But what stood out the most about her appearance was her height. At just under 6 feet, Candace was tall, even for a trans woman, but this woman just about blew her out of the stormy blue water.

“I know you weren’t, I didn’t really set up an appointment, but I just couldn’t stay away…” She smiled eagerly, getting down on her knees in front of me, dwarfing me even as she knelt. “It’s kind of a last minute decision, but last time I passed up on the chance to come see a slave day one, they were sold before I got a chance to come take a peek.”

Is she… talking to me? Who is she? Why is she here? Is she a potential buyer? Why is she just… making conversation?

“But you… you were recommended highly, why is that?” She bit her lip, staring me up and down as she got a good look at my body. “You’re pretty… but I’m not after pretty, I need a maid.”

“A-a maid?” My ears would have perked up if I was a dog, but it was a good sign to hear. Not only was she a pretty woman, but she also seemed to be after something more than just my body. “I can be a maid…”

“Oh yeah? Where are you from?” She gave me a friendly smile, actually looking me in the eyes as I spoke. “What did you do before all of this?”

“I… well I’m from California, but-” I paused, tilting my gaze downwards to show her respect. “But, I can be a maid… I have more than the basics that they teach here, I’ve been properly trained as a maid, Ma’am.”

“I’m curious where you learned those, exactly… What’s your name, doll?” She rose to her feet, very briefly turning away from me to scan what information about me was printed out for her to read. “Gosh, I’m in such a rush that I’m forgetting to even look at your paperwork…”

“Chloe. My name is Chloe, Ma’am.” I took a deep breath, trying to cover the brand on the back of my waist with my hands, which were still bound behind my back. I didn’t want to let her know that I had been owned before.

“Chloe is a pretty name, I like that… apparently you have no last name though.” She set the packet down, turning back and smiling at me. “Is there a story behind that?”

“It’s complicated, Ma’am… I-”

“You’ve been owned before, right. That makes sense.” She picked up her cane and twirled it in her hand, and for just a moment I was sure she was going to leave then and there. “I don’t mind that, at least at face value… it means you’ve been properly trained on being a maid, and you theoretically know how to fully devote yourself to someone, and trust me, that’s quite important to me… but what gives me pause is the fact that you were returned for some reason…”

She put the end of her cane beneath my chin and used it to tilt my head upward to look at her. “Why did that happen, Chloe?”

I swallowed nervously, letting her take control of my movements with her cane. “Permission to speak freely, Ma’am?”

“Permission granted.”

“There is a lot that I can’t say about my last master without giving away her identity, and keeping her identity safe is very important to me, especially right now… but things just didn’t work out the way she was expecting them to.” I relaxed, watching and feeling the other woman pull the cane out from under my chin. “She liked me, and I liked her, but her family didn’t like me so much.”

“Family business is always dreadful business, isn’t it?” She sighed, setting the tip of her cane back down on the floor. “I’m fortunate to have a very loving family myself~”

“I grew up in a foster home, Ma’am…” I kept my tone steady, continuing to show her the respect she deserved as I slowly lowered my head back down. “I’ve never had so much of a family, so it was quite devastating that hers didn’t like me.”

“You poor thing!” She scoffed, quickly glancing down at the time and shaking her head. “That’s absolutely dreadful.”

“It wasn’t too terrible Ma’am, you shouldn’t worry about me.”

“Oh hush… I’ll worry about you all I want.” She shook her head, almost cooing at me from above. “I hate the thought of parents abandoning their children… I would never do such a thing to my kids.”

“You have kids, Ma’am?”

“Just one. As well as a loving wife to help me take care of ‘em~” She smirked, almost bragging as she spoke. “But don’t let that intimidate you, I suppose…”

“Intimidate me?”

“My wife and I are looking for a maid. We have a large home, and neither of us are very keen on doing the housework when we can have servants do that for us.” She stepped towards me again, but not before taking a quick glance out of the room to make sure that no one was coming to escort her out. “My wife and I are very much in love… but I just know for a fact that she wouldn’t be able to keep her eyes off of you~”

I couldn’t help but blush. She was being so direct, so nice, so… sweet to me. Something that Candace never really softened up to be, was sweet.

“And don’t get me wrong, I can share… but my dearest wife already has two slaves, and I really am after a maid, and not much more.” Her soft expression turned stern as she once again kneeled in front of me, staring into my soul. “I’m being nice now… but I would expect a level of perfection from one of my slaves~”

“As you should, Ma’am.” I spoke without hesitation, something which clearly excited her greatly. “Regardless of who my master is… they deserve perfection.”

“I like hearing that, I really do.” She smiled, giving me a wink before getting back up on her feet. “Though, I am afraid that it’s time for me to go…”

“Thanks for coming to see me, Miss.” I gave her a smile, still blushing. “You’ve been my favorite all day…”

She definitely got a kick out of hearing that. “I hope you find a good home, Chloe.”

“I hope so too, Ma’am. Thank you…”

↞✶↠

“Good news again… You’ve got some offers~”

Doctor Larkin stepped into my cell, two guards following her inside. “Guess you won’t be getting thrown to the dogs after all~”

It was a relief to hear, that last man might have been bad, but he must still be a lot better than any other arbitrary buyer might be. “What happens to me now, Ma’am?”

“Now it’s time to get you ready for your new owner.” The two guards stepped forward, helping me to my feet so that they could deliver me to where I needed to go next. “We won’t have specifics until we know which one has purchased you, but… we can take care of that brand tonight.”

I swallowed nervously, choking back tears at the thought of Candace’s initials being permanently removed from me. “Yes, Ma’am…”

“Cheer up zeroes.” She smirked at me as she stepped out of the room. “You’ll be spending tonight in Griffin’s room~”

Great. That was exactly what I wanted, to spend a night in bed with Cyrus Griffin, disgusting. Not only was I getting Candace’s initials burned off of me, but it was Candace’s brother who was going to do it. But I had promised him my full cooperation, so that was what he was going to get.

It was a decently large bedroom, especially considering where it was at, apparently Cyrus often stayed the night here at the facility, he probably still toyed with and raped numerous women here, a thought which thoroughly disgusted me.

There was only one bed, of course there was only one bed, I was either going to have to sleep in the same bed with him, or on the floor like a dog… and I honestly preferred the latter.

I was a fool for believing him when he said he wasn’t going to rape me… Because Candace would most certainly be none the wiser…

The shower was on when I arrived, so I just sat on the edge of the bed, my back to the bathroom door as I awaited him to finish up and arrive, not wanting to get even a glimpse at his naked body. It was completely hopeless to think that I could get away from it, I had already been raped once today, and the multiple guards posted outside of the already locked soundproof door were there to make sure I was helpless to stop it from happening again.

I took a deep breath as I heard the shower turn off, the door opening up mere minutes later, trying to keep my back turned to him as he stepped inside.

“I did my best. I got people interested in buying me. I’m going to be out of your hair soon.” I sighed, swallowing my pride and doing my best not to crack under the pressure I was feeling. “I hope you’re happy, Griffin…”

“I’m not really happy at all…” That’s not Cyrus’ voice. “I’m going to miss you, Chloe…”

I turned to face her, biting my lip in shame. “Liz…”

“Hi, Chloe…” She wasn’t her usual peppy self, she was nervous and hesitant, and we both knew why. “Master is actually out of state right now, so I’m just as trapped here as you are at the moment…”

“Did you… are you the one who wanted to see me?”

“Well yeah… but I don’t have any control, so I guess this was my husband’s idea.”

“Where is he?”

“With his sister, I think. His little sister, not his older sister… I think he saw her last week.” She smiled, still drying her hair, completely unashamed to be totally naked in front of me. “I don’t think he wanted to be here when you finally did get sold.”

I paused, sitting back down on the bed, now facing Liz. “Why not?”

“He acts all tough, but really he can’t stand seeing Candace upset.” She smiled, rolling her eyes at the thought of him. “He thinks if he were here, he might not be able to go through with the sale…”

“He doesn’t want to see me go...” I actually couldn’t help but smile at the thought of that. “I guess he does kind of care about me, huh?”

“He does, and so do I~” Liz set her towel aside, now completely dry. “Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?”

“To have your brands burned off, stupid.”

“I thought Cyrus wanted to be the one to do that.”

“He did, but he’s not here.” Liz smirked mischievously. “So I get to have the honor instead!!”

Liz was doing her god damned best to make it look like she was fine, but she wasn’t.

This was Cyrus inflicting some twisted backwards punishment on his slave. He was trying to torture Liz as much as he was trying to torture me. He wanted to hammer it into both of our heads that I no longer belonged to Candace.

I needed to come to terms with that, and so did Elizabeth.

“I hope it’s not too tight.”

“It’s fine, I promise.” My hands were now bound in front of me, secured to the headboard of the bed as I kneeled there. I could feel the heat of the branding iron in Liz’s hand behind me.

“I thought this was going to be fun, but…” She whined, not wanting to do this. “It’s really not.”

“I’m not sure I’m supposed to be the one consoling you, Liz.” I pinched my eyes shut, wishing she would just get it over with. “I’m not going to beg you for it… just, please…”

“Only cuz you said please~”

It was miserable in just about every way possible. It hurt more than either of the first two brands had, and I didn’t even have the joy of knowing that it was coming from someone I loved.

Candace was painful, but I knew deep down that she loved me.

↞✶↠

I was reduced to a sobbing, blubbering mess by the time it was all over. Liz wasn’t Candace, and she most certainly wasn’t Cyrus. She was too soft to keep me bound to the bed, writhing in agony, and she most certainly was too soft to do it again a second time right afterward.

It wasn’t the pain that really did it for me though, it was the feeling of emptiness behind that pain. When Candace struck me, I could feel her passion and desire behind every move. But today, all I could feel was emptiness.

Empty submission, empty pain, empty pleasure. I just couldn’t stand it anymore.

That brunette woman I met today was nice, but she most certainly wasn’t Candace, and I needed Candace.

“I can’t do this anymore, Liz…” I just about bit through my lip, choking on my pure untempered anger. “I can’t keep going like this…”

“Don’t say that… you’ll learn to love it, I promise~” She snickered, trying to keep positive even in the face of whatever it was that I was feeling.

“No I won’t, Liz. I don’t care who I end up with, I-” I growled angrily, hiding my face behind one arm as I laid on my back, writhing in pain. “I can’t love them…”

“Oh come on…” She sighed, trying not to get emotional herself. “Just because you couldn’t find it in yourself to love Candace doesn’t mean that it can’t happen.”

“But… that’s the thing…” I whimpered, pulling my arm away and letting the tears start to roll down my cheeks as I sat up. “I do love Candace…”

She scoffed, growing angrier at me by the second. “If you really loved her, you shouldn’t have been such a little bitch…”

“But I do love her, Liz…” I sobbed quietly, gently wiping the tears from my eyes. “I want to go back to her…”

“You…” She snarled under her breath, trying not to show any hints of emotion on her face. “…What?”

“So I made one stupid mistake, okay… I want to go back to her!!”

I winced, flinching in terror as Liz raised her hand against me, smacking my across the face, much like her own master might have done to her for speaking out of line. “You can’t go back to her, Chloe… you know that…”

I grabbed her hand with mine, holding it as close to my chest as I could. “I know, I just-”

“I don’t want this either, you stupid moron.” Liz sat in front of me on the bed, a furiously distraught scowl on her face. “But you have a new master now.”

“I know I do… but-”

“No buts about it, cocksleeve.” I felt myself being backed into a corner as Liz approached me, grabbing my wrists and pushing them to the bed below as she slowly climbed on top of me, glaring down at me from above. “You can’t have her… you belong to someone else now.”

I blushed as I looked up at her, growing flustered at finding myself being pinned below the weight of another, much more attractive, woman. “Liz…”

“It’s okay, Chloe.” She smirked at me, slowly leaning in and pressing her lips against mine, planting a passionate kiss onto my lips with her own. “I’m hot, I know~”

I whimpered, feeling a surprised squeak slipping out through my lips as I felt Liz push her knee against my vulva, pressing into me. “P-please be gentle…”

“Pffft, gentle?” She pressed harder, watching my tears melt away as she taunted me from above. “This is supposed to be a real party, not a pity party. What are you, a pansy~?”

“I hate parties, Liz…” I whined, pouting up at her.

“That’s cuz you’ve never been to a fun party.” She purred at me, licking her lips hungrily. “You can be a sour puss tomorrow, but tonight we’re gonna celebrate.”

“I have nothing to celebrate, Liz…”

“Sure you do!!” She grinned devilishly. “You just got a new master, didn’t you?”

“Well yeah, but-”

“Then let’s celebrate that, pup.” She let go of my wrists, letting her hands trail down my arms, landing on my breasts. “Let’s celebrate you getting a new master… how’s that sound?”

I blushed even harder feeling her hands pressing down on my breasts, desperate for her to keep going. “But what about our masters?”

“Your master hasn’t finished buying you yet~” She grinned eagerly, squeezing my breasts as hard as she could, extracting a desperate squeak from me. “And you don’t seriously think I would be doing this if I didn’t already have my master’s permission, do you?”

“No…” I smiled up at her, rolling my eyes as I gave into her peer pressure. “Just don’t misuse me…”

“Don’t worry mutt, I was a hooker, I know what I’m doing~” She purred eagerly, licking her lips.

There was one thing that I had to admit, I had never had sex with a woman before Candace had grabbed ahold of me with her evil claws… but that had clearly changed. “Yes, Ma’am~”

“Ready to have your world rocked, bitch?”

“I was born ready~”