The Conquest Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Becki unlocks her front door, tired after a long day at work. She pushes the door open, drops her bags and throws her keys on the table by the door. Moving towards her bathroom, she begins to remove her clothing just dropping them on the floor leaving a trail. Turning the shower on and allowing the water to get steamy, she steps in allowing the hot water to flow over her tired body. Quickly, Becki washes her hair and body then steps out to dry off. Rubbing a towel over her blonde locks she heads to her bedroom when she notices a very large black man standing by her bed.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?" she screams.

"Becki" he calmly replies, "Calm down and sit your ass on the bed and I will explain." He reaches out and grabs her arm, forcing her down on the bed.

"You can't be here, please leave now and I won't say anything to anyone. PLEASE?'

"I can be here, I am staying and I am going to enjoy this. If you didn't want anyone in your home, perhaps you should have locked your front door behind you when you arrived home. Now, there are some rules you need to know: You will call me Master and obey each and every order I give you. Also, no speaking unless asked a direct question. I don't care if you cry or scream, but I do not want to hear anything else out of your mouth. Punishment will follow any disobedience. Do you understand?"

Becki looks up at him defiantly and remains silent, wondering how he knew her name.

Suddenly, his large hand reaches up and connects with her pale cheek, leaving a large red handprint.

"You will answer when asked. Do you understand the rules?"

Becki's hand cradles her burning cheek as tears stream down her cheek. "Yes"

His hand rises to hit her again, when she suddenly realizes her mistake. "Yes Master, I understand."

"Good, you are learning." He grabs her arm and begins to drag her out the bedroom and towards the basement door, stopping to pick up a large bag he left sitting by the door. Opening the door, he pushes her down the steps as he closes the door and locks it. He follows her down the stairs and smiles as she sees the improvements he added to the room.

Becki looks around the room, sees chains hanging from the ceiling, a bench in the corner, and shackles attached to the walls. She sees a toilet and shower in the corner then her eyes land on hooks that are in the floor just under the chains. Before she has a chance to speak, he pulls her over to the chains and locks the cuffs around her wrists and pushes a button, causing her arms to be pulled up towards the ceiling. She begins to scream at him as he ignores her, placing leather cuffs around her ankles and connecting them to the hooks, causing her legs to be spread wide exposing her pussy to the cool air. He walks over to the table sitting next to the wall, picks up some clamps connected by a chain and steps in front of her. Without saying a word, he pinches her tit hard, pulling it away from her body and places a clamp on it, laughing as she cries out in pain. Turning to her other tit, he repeats the process then tugs on the chain laughing evilly.

"Since I am Master, I do not need a reason to punish you. Your future here will depend on just how well you behave." He adds a 1 lb weight to each clamp, enjoying the pain that washes over her.

Grabbing a crop off the table, he pulls a chair over in front of her and sits down, making himself comfortable. Using the crop, he taps on the clamps causing the weights to sway creating more pain in her tits. Without warning, his arm rears back and the crop lands viciously on her breasts over and over, leaving small red marks. Becki screams as the pain rushes through her chest. He stands and moves to her back, continuing to use the crop to mark her back and ass. Once he has her covered with marks, he returns to the chair and watches her.

Becki hangs from the chains sobbing. His silence unnerves her as she slowly calms down. She looked at him through tear filled eyes, terrified of the large man sitting in front of her.

"Bitch, I bet you are curious as to why I am here. Well, let me share with you. You probably don't remember me, we went to school together in high school. You acted like you were better than me, you and your friends constantly called me nasty names. I decided to do some research, and discovered that your great grandparents were slave holders in the area. And they actually owned my great grandparents and my other relatives. You are going to pay for not only the way you and your friends treated me, but also for the sins of your great grandparents. You now belong to me. Yes, you are now my slave. I am taking over your home here, I will be moving in upstairs. This basement is your new home. I will be using your body for my own pleasure, and punishing you on a regular basis. You will eventually learn your place which is at my feet, or perched on my cock."

Becki stares at him in shock at hearing his words. She struggles to place him from high school, knowing that she was not a very nice person back then. She opens her mouth to say something and before she can get anything out, he flies out of the chair and rams his fist into her gut.

"I told you that you are not allowed to speak slut. So get it out of your head that you can speak to me without permission!" He continues to punch her all over her body as if she were a punching bag. Becki starts sobbing as she hangs from the chains as he pummels her. Suddenly, she begins to beg him to stop, which just causes him to beat her harder. By the time he finishes, her body is covered in bruises. He pulls the clamps off her tits, laughing as her screams bounce off the walls. He puts the toys back on the table and heads back upstairs, leaving the slut hanging.

Several hours later, he comes back downstairs with a bottle of water and a bowl of oatmeal on a tray. Setting the tray on the floor, he turns to the slut hanging from the chains. Bending over, he releases her ankles from the cuffs, smiling as she moans from the pain. Leaving her hanging in the chains, he walks over to the table and picks up a steel collar and returns to his slave, locking the collar around her neck. Without saying a word, he takes her down from the chains then drags her over to the rings on the wall, locking her to the ring. He moves the tray within her reach then heads back upstairs.

Becki watches him go back up the stairs with tears streaming down her cheeks. She pulls the tray close, picks up the bottle of water and drinks. She notices the lack of utensils for eating the oatmeal. Hunger overcomes her disgust of the cold oatmeal and she gags the sticky food down her throat. After eating, she pushes the tray away and curls up on the hard floor to try to sleep. Her body hurt all over which made it very difficult to get comfortable.