In comparison with the Scottish slut the new Asian girl was fairly timid and compliant, if
by fear rather than by readiness to willingly conform, either way, it suited him. She
shuffled along the corridor in front of him as he led her, naked and bound toward the
second playroom in the basement. Her hands were tied behind her back and her knees
hobbled, allowing her to shuffle but not have full use of her legs, a wise precaution he
felt, until he could trust her more.
	Into the shower he ushered her, lifting her over the lit and then set the water
cascading down over her naked body, a most glorious sight given her brown skin and the
wetness on it. Samuel soaped her, every inch of her, her pussy, her tits; her arse and her
thighs, the feel of her firm body under the soap suds another delight of the preparations
for his coming session. Next he towelled her dry, rubbing and patting her entire body
before applying skin oils, sweet-smelling and aromatic to make his cock jerk to stiffness
as the scent teased at his nostrils. She looked fantastic, appealing and so very
fuckable.
	He led her then over to the bench, a low and strongly constructed affair of heavy timer
and the seat only about two feet off the ground but over six-feet in length and not more
than fourteen inches wide in the seat. As with most of his custom-built apparatus, the
bench had wide leather straps riveted to the ends and a waist strap around the middle of
it. Samuel untied her knees and had her mount it, straddling it with her arse close to one
end of the seat, her knees on the floor either side of the bench and her legs back so that
he could strap them securely. This he did and, once she was pinioned, he undid her hands
and pulled them forward, strapped each of her slim wrists into a strap and buckled them up
to render her helplessly secured down on the bench in a motor-bike racer position with her
lovely backside pushed firmly out toward him. This time he didn’t see the need for the
waist strap, the bitch couldn’t go anywhere and he liked to see her naked, slim back free
of hindrance. During these preparations his cock had attained a pulsing hard stiffness
that sent the sweetest of sensations rushing through it and his ball sac – marvellous -
simply bloody marvellous. He spent a long time just ogling her naked form, a riveting and
spell-binding occupation for him. Finally he broke away and readied himself to begin.
	Samuel took a flat and thin stick, one that she might know of for it came from Malaysia.
The stick was about three feet in length and about 3 inches wide, rigid and yet with
enough give in it to make it flex slightly and to make a perfect caning instrument.
	“Will you serve me willingly and loyally?” he asked of her throatily, the excitement
building within him altering the pitch and tone of his voice.
	“Serve?” she blurted in confusion.
	Whack! The stick cracked hard across her presented buttocks, making her body jolt and
her to scream out as the hot, stinging pain bled deep into her backside.
	“Don’t play silly buggers with me,” he snarled impatiently, “You know what a slave is
and what duties she has to perform.”
	“But...But...”
	Whack!
	“Eeeeooowwwch!”
	“Will you serve me?”
	The girl was sobbing, trembling and stammering in her confusion, “But how? How do you
want me to serve?”
	Whack! The hard stick cracked sharply across her buttocks mounds to make her squeal out
in pain and her to wriggle her body and to pull against the straps retaining her slim
limbs.
	“You will become a slave to me. Will work, do my bidding, share my bed and...”
	“No!” the girl screamed at him, “Not that! Not that!”
	Whack! He lashed her again to halt her flow and to reduce her to a flood of tears and a
heartfelt sobbing.
	Samuel paused, not at all disappointed with her reaction, it was as he had expected it
and, the challenge of breaking her appealed to him so very much. His cock jerked and his
balls gripped as the thrill of the challenge washed through him. “You will be mine body
and soul.”
	“No,” she sobbed back at him. “I am to be married; I have a husband in waiting.”
	“Huh!” Samuel huffed, “Then you will just have to revise your marital plans. I do not
require weddings; the only commitment from you I seek is total honesty and loyalty.
Devoted service to me is your destiny.”
	“No,” she stated firmly in defiance of him.
	Whack! He laid the stick on hard, a spiteful blow that stung her backside so sharply
that her entire body jolted, her head threw back and she screamed out a long and tailing
wail of deep woe.
	“Yes,” Samuel stated back in equally firm challenge.
	“No, never!”
	Whack! Whack! Whack! The stick cracked across her buttocks in three swift and powerful
lashes to make her screech out even more loudly in pain. He gave her a moment to compose
herself and then restated, “The answer to me will be yes.”
	“No,” she said.
	Whack! He swung in once and then again and again, in a sustained assault of many hard
blows in quick succession to beat her little backside until the cheeks glowed reddish and
the girl was wailing out constantly in her agony. Finally, panting hard and so highly
excited by thrashing her, Samuel halted and stood back to view the damage he had inflicted
on her.
	Her backside showed a deep reddish hue, specked with bluish and purple bruising and in
one place the skin had split a little to leak a single droplet of blood.
	“Well, bitch?” he rasped breathlessly, “What is your answer to me now?”
	She choked back heaving sobs and wept as she said softly “never. I will never do what
you want.”
	He began on her back, laying the strokes of the stick onto her shoulders then her middle
back and then the lower back, striking down hard and venting fully his wild pumping
excitement and thrill and at the same time beating her into submission. The bitch though
would not submit. As his arm tired and he paused in the thrashing she turned her head to
look at him through tear-filled eyes and said, “You may hurt me all you wish, but I will
never serve you.”
	Her defiance increased his sense of thrill. Eventually he would indeed break her but for
now he intended to enjoy the challenge and to do all he could to make her submit to his
will. Samuel sat down on the bench behind her, put his cock head to her soft, silky cunt
slit and pressed just the head of his cock inside her warm, wet cunt hole. He rested there
as he reached round her body with his left hand to cup her left tit and to squeeze it
spitefully. His finger and thumb gripped her firm nipple and he pinched down on it as hard
as he could, using all his strength and determination to inflict pain on her. And it did
exactly that. The bitch tensed rigid and screeched out wildly, her head thrashing side to
side and her cunt muscles clamping hard around his cock head inside her.
	Samuel paused; the sensations of her cunt around his cock head were so intense that it
took his breath. He rested a moment then crushed her nipple a second time, grunting out
loudly as her cunt crushed around his cock for a second time to sweep him with tingling
sensations so sweet and intense. Again and again he rested and then pinched, using and
manipulating her body and cunt to bring him off by pain for her and much pleasure for him.
Again and then again he pinched and savoured the heady crushing of her soft cunt around
him, within moments he felt himself coming and pinched all the harder to make her scream
out at ear-splitting volume and her cunt to virtually suck his cock into her body. He came
instantly, moaning his pleasure as he shot load after load of thick, creamy spunk up into
her lovely warm and wet cunt hole. He pinched on as his jets of spunk were injected into
her and then he relented, he released his grip on her nipple but stayed behind her and
with his cock head just inside her moist hole. “I wonder,” He panted breathlessly, “If, in
your culture, your husband-to-be will want a second-hand and used wife that has already
had stiff cocks up her.” He chuckled loudly as she dissolved into a fit of wailing sobs,
pulled his cock out of her and stood up. He was determined to break this lovely bitch and
to make her his sex-slave.