The girl was kneeling perfectly still in the four foot square steel barred cage, her mind focused on performing exactly as her Master expected. The girl could not ignore the churning in her belly; her sex drive was so strong now that she could not disregard the constant desire to be used as the sex slave He had created. She was not like this when she first came here; in fact, she was nearly virginal and very naïve. Now she was a constantly aroused nymphet, eager to serve in any way she was required, no longer able to deny her burning desire to submit to her Master. The road to reach this place had been difficult to say the least, but now she could no longer reject the truth, she had an unwavering yearning to remain a hot, passionate, and voracious sexual creature.

Tonight was her first true test as His fully devoted slave; four of her Master’s powerful clients would spend this night with her. She knew that her service to them would be far more than a simple sexual romp, but she was trained to respond to those requirements in a way that further enhanced her constant arousal. She had discovered that being disciplined by a man, or even a woman for that matter, was an aphrodisiac that always increased her own passion. Even now, simply caged and waiting for her auction kept her sex well lubricated in anticipation of the callous treatment she craved.

The position she was in was a perfect display of her innate submission with her knees widely parted and her heels tucked under her bare buttocks to elevate them. Her back was arched to better display her breasts and the weighted rings piercing her nipples. She was staring at the thick steel jewelry imbedded in her erect breast buds because, as another act of her contrition, she had her head bowed and was staring down at her ample bosom. She could also feel the nose ring that rested on her upper lip, the three pieces of adornment combining to form a potent reminder of her new status as His slave.

She had tried to use the calming techniques she had learned from her slave sisters, the ones in her Master’s father’s harem. She was hoping to become one of her Master’s slaves, but she could not relax herself at all. She was too excited about her upcoming performance for the group that would hopefully please her Master. Instead she found herself remembering who she once was and how she came to be here, marveling at how much she had changed. Her life had been difficult, but she had believed she had overcome the obstacles and was about to succeed. Then she came here and met Him, the man that stirred up the feelings that now consumed her. At first she resisted those strange feelings, but now she embraced them, and that was because of Him too.

Soon His guests would arrive and she would display her submission to them with a routine she had practiced diligently, and then they would have their way with her. He had promised that if she performed to his expectations and satisfied all the clients then he would grant her a new name. She used to have a pretty one, but He had taken it away with the rest of her old self. She hoped that she could earn a new one tonight. Even though she responded well enough to mainly being called slave, or a few other generally humiliating monikers, being given her slave-name by her Master was something she truly desired. As she waited anxiously for the next step in her path to total submission to him, the memories of her journey to this point passed through her mind.

Chapter 1: Ichiro and Lola

Lola Prentice felt like she was on cloud nine while sitting in her first class seat as she jetted from San Francisco to Tokyo, Japan. After an intense interview process that took over a month, the recent college graduate had landed a job with one of the world’s leading biotech companies. At twenty-two she felt like her life was just starting to get better. Having been an orphan and growing up in foster care was a hard start compared to what was happening now. She was not a scientist, instead she had a degree in accounting, one she earned on a scholarship she won in high school. The perfect grade point average she maintained throughout all her years in school was what she thought earned her the job, but the CEO of Kogo Corporation handpicked her for other reasons.

Takeshi Kogo was a powerful and brilliant man, but he was also had a dark side that was evident in his attitude toward women. Most of the civilized world was elevating them from second-class citizenry, but he wanted just the opposite, a return to total submission to male supremacy. He already had a small harem of Asian women that he had trained to be his devout slaves, but they all came from a stronger background of male dominance. Procuring Lola would give him the chance to try his newly designed protocol for enhancing a woman’s innate submission on a western-bred girl.

She was chosen for several reasons, and out of over a hundred potential candidates Lola was the only one that fit every category. First, she was a gorgeous natural blonde with bright blue eyes, large breasts, and long legs. At five-nine she would tower over his more petite Asian pets, and her Norwegian background made her flesh appear almost ivory white. The second aspect was her lack of family or friends, her arrival in Japan would leave her completely disconnected from her past with no one to wonder or look for her after she arrived. Finally, and most importantly, her genetic makeup held the marker he had identified and manipulated successfully in all of his current slaves.

But Lola’s marker was currently dormant, like most of the other women he had tested so far. Takeshi had developed a gene therapy that would activate her dormant marker, and he expected it would make her just like the women who were born that way. He had ascertained that it was the fundamental pivot between the submissive and independent aspects of the female persona. Lola had shown no indication in the questionnaires she filled out that she was anything but an independent and self-motivated individual. Changing that inherent nature would be phase one of her indoctrination, which would pave the way for her inevitable submission.

When he received word that she was on the flight and his operative was with her to begin the process during the flight, Takeshi felt a surge of excitement. His most ambitious experiment was beginning and by the time Lola’s plane landed she would be well on the way to a whole new outlook on life. It would take a couple of weeks to fully alter her genetic makeup, but he expected that once it took hold he would easily steer her onto the path of the new desires that would emerge. His eldest son Ichiro would ignite the temptation she would soon be compelled to follow, leaving Takeshi able to observe dispassionately.

Ichiro was twenty-seven and big for a Japanese man, standing just under six feet tall. Since his father’s legal wife was a tall ex-model of German descent with blonde hair and blue eyes, it gave Ichiro an exotic appearance. Though his face was dominated by his paternal genetics, he did not look like a typical Japanese man. He was handsome and imposing, and having been raised by two dominant parents, he also had a strong personality. Though Takeshi preferred submissive women, his wife Annette was the exception. She not only approved of him owning other slaves, she was their Mistress and held nearly equal sway over them. Being raised by those two helped Ichiro discover he was the same way. Even though they kept the sexual aspect hidden until he was eighteen, the benefit of being served by slaves every day as a child only increased his dominance.

On his eighteenth birthday Ichiro’s father gave him his first slave for sexual use, but only after he was made to punish her for a mistake Takeshi told him she committed. It was also his first lecture about how to handle a slave like a Master should, and it had an impact on the young man. He had been taken down to a second basement level of their massive home, one he did not know existed until then. His father brought him to Fuji, a cute little slave that was not quite twenty yet, having joined his harem shortly after her eighteenth birthday. Her poor family got a nice financial boost after her father delivered her to Takeshi. Ichiro thought she was a good and attentive slave in all his dealings with her, but he would learn that night why that was the case.

While he lectured, Takeshi ordered his son to study the naked slave that was bound to a wooden X-cross. He explained that all slaves, no matter how well behaved, would inevitably make mistakes and needed strict corrections to learn from them. Ichiro was seeing her naked for the first time, though they had always worn revealing and exaggerated maid uniforms his mother had designed. While he was a minor they kept him disconnected from them in any way other than as servants. This night changed all that for Ichiro, when he enthusiastically joined the tradition of sexually dominating women.

Fuji was a petite girl, barely over five feet tall and weighing only a hundred pounds, which made the thick ropes binding her slender limbs to the stout looking cross seem excessive. But Ichiro was more focused on her pert little breasts and hard nipples glistening with the sheen of perspiration elicited by the glaring spotlight pointing down on her. When his gaze trailed down to her widely parted thighs to see her shaven sex lips pulled apart, he saw it was sparkling with another kind of moisture and he felt his cock stiffen in his pants. When his father told him he had to whip her tits and cunt, his erection got even stiffer with the idea of making Fuji scream under his whip.

For the last year Takeshi had been training Ichiro in the art of whipping a slave, but until now all his practice had been on a pair of mannequins. Before he began his training Takeshi informed his son that the use of a whip was a serious and dangerous endeavor. Until he learned absolute control and precision with them, he would train on the dummies Takeshi provided. They were almost life like and easily placed in a variety of positions so Ichiro could learn the many ways to thrash a slave’s body. Just a week before he demonstrated his prowess to his father with several different whips on his dolls, and it was then that Takeshi knew he was ready to graduate to the real thing.

That night Ichiro used a multi-tailed flogger on Fuji’s breasts, indeed making the pint-sized girl scream very loudly. But her shrieks became truly amazing when he used a special braided quirt to lash her defenseless pussy. By the time he delivered the required ten strokes he was ready to pop, and thankfully his father then left him alone to use Fuji as he saw fit. Being eighteen he had his pecker buried deep in her aching pussy minutes after his father departed, just long enough for Ichiro to strip and mount her where she was bound. Her cries of passion and pain from his callous copulation sounded even better to him than the ones her whippings had produced.

Fuji became one of Ichiro’s personal slaves soon after that, becoming a regular recipient of both his sadism and passion. But over the years he had added two more with his father’s help. All of them were Japanese, but Ichiro had a desire to have a Western beauty like his father, just one with a disposition more akin to their Asian slave girls. When Takeshi told him about his discovery of both the genetic marker and the beautiful Lola as his initial test subject, Ichiro was thrilled to be the one his father picked to seduce and then enslave her. When he heard she was on her way he was ready to meet her at the airport to begin his father’s plan for her.