Jacob continues his training of Anna in this episode. This part focused on both sexual and emotional manipulation of Anna. Open to feedback of my content in the form of comments, messages, or votes. I hope you enjoy!

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Anna left the camp accepting of her fate but it was up to Jacob to ensure she was truly broken of her will. He knew that it was only a matter of time until she would resist. With him living so close to her former life, he wanted to force that rebellion out of her sooner rather than later. Especially because he planned to continue to push her. Slavery was legal. He didn’t want to keep his prize locked away in the basement forever. He was going to parade her around, show her off to the neighbors, use her in front of her former husband.

Jacob had used a mix of physical pain, emotional manipulation, and her body’s response to being used to get into her head. But he wasn’t finished training her. He had to make sure she was completely compliant before the party he had planned. That night, he let her sleep in the bed in the guest bedroom. She had sheets and a quilt covering her naked body. In the morning, she was permitted to shower. The hot water felt amazing against her skin, with the exception of her nipples that were still sore from the clips.

Waiting for her after the shower was Jacob holding a soft towel to dry his slave. Jacob had moved into the next stage of training, kindness. Anna was certainly surprised by this change. To this point, Jacob had shown her no such treatment. Anna was an object, both to him and in her own mind. He was treating her like a human, not like a slave. It was confusing for Anna. Her life had changed now, she wasn’t the woman who was married to Harry, she wasn’t a paralegal, she was a owned debt slave.

She was given clothes to wear. He offered her a book to read, which she did for hours. Later that night, Jacob offered her a seat at the table. He allowed her to dine with him. Jacob’s cooking wasn’t the best and he would welcome the day when Anna was ready to take over such duties, until then they enjoyed a meal of spaghetti and meatballs. Anna ate the meal eagerly. It didn’t matter that the noodles were overcooked and the sauce was underseasoned, it was far better than she had previously eaten. The thought kept rolling through her head that it was far better than she deserved.

They talked. Jacob certainly wasn’t well educated but he was able to hold a conversation, at least for one dinner. He smiled as she spoke. For a brief moment, Jacob appeared somewhat charming. Of course, it was all an act. Jacob hoped it was a performance worthy of an award. He knew, at the right time, that he’d let the act go. He just waited for the right moment in the conversation. Anna sipped on the glass of red wine and continued speaking.

“It was like I once told Harry…”, she started. Anna paused before continuing. Jacob’s demeanor changed as soon as she mentioned his name. His eyes no longer showed affection, they, once again, were the eyes of the sadistic man who possessed her.

“Eyes down, bitch!” Jacob was on his feet moving over to his seated slave. To this point, he had allowed her to break the rules as he treated her like an equal. That was now over. He grabbed her hair pulling her to her feet while pushing the rest of the dinner onto the floor. “Is that what you want, slave? I treat you well, make you a nice dinner, and give you a bed to sleep in. It’s all for what? So you can play games with me and then run back to your husband?”

Jacob bent Anna over the table, ripped her clothes from her body, and forced her to spread her legs open. He started with his bare hand, smacking his slave’s ass while he held her down against the table. He hit her ass hard several times while she yelped in pain. He had just been waiting for her to mention Harry’s name. He figured she would. He knew exactly what to say to continue manipulating her. His suggestion that she was playing games was the farthest thing from her mind and he knew it. This was the next step in her training.

Jacob grabbed the plastic pasta fork that had been used to serve dinner. He lifted it high in the air before spanking it hard against Anna’s flesh. Her ass was already quite red but this new implement was going to bruise her. The hole in the center of the fork made for interesting patterns and a more painful spanking.

After several spanks, Jacob made her count the spankings. Counting was in the same pattern each time, the number followed by ‘thank you, Master’. Anna was forced to thank him for his brutal treatment of her ass. It would have been humiliating for anyone, but not for Anna. She had misbehaved by bringing up Harry in their conversation, she needed to be punished. This served to reinforce that kindness was not expected. Her obedience was expected. She broke a rule, even if she didn’t know it had existed.

He stopped spanking her. She had counted to 50 before he ended this portion of the punishment. Considering she hadn’t been counted the entire time, it meant her punishment was probably over 100 hits to her ass. Her legs were still open as he wanted his slave to be. He groped at her pussy, feeling how wet it was. She was soaked. Anna’s mind had come to expect being used roughly and her body wanted it. He took the handle of the pasta fork and slid it inside of her. The unexpected insertion was surprising to Anna but she enjoyed the feel of it penetrating her. He began to fuck her with it. Slowly at first to ensure the handle was wet throughout with her juices. Then faster.

“Ahh, ahh… fuck.” Anna moaned. She knew she wasn’t permitted to cum and she did her best to restrain herself. The hand that had been holding her down rolled her on the table until her left tit was exposed. Jacob grabbed her nipple between his thumb and index finger. The sensitive nipple didn’t require much of a pinch to hurt again, but he made sure to pinch it hard. Anna grit her teeth as he twisted at her nipple.

“Oww”, she cried. He wanted her to scream. The pain in her nipple was overwhelming compared to the pleasure between her legs.

“Do you want me to stop, slave?” Jacob asked.

“Master, it hurts. But, I exist to serve you.” Anna was breathing heavily as she spoke, trying her best to manage through the pain. “I will never leave you. You own me, Master.”

“That’s right, slave. I owe you. I owe your mind, your body, your holes. All of you belongs to me.” Jacob changed the angle of the handle being used to fuck her. At the new angle, it would rub her g-spot more. Her spanking was painful, the penetration was pleasurable, his abuse of her nipple was torturous, it was time for her to experience more pleasure.

Anna was moaning again. Despite the constant abuse of her tender flesh, her body was enjoying her g-spot being stimulated. As confused as her mind was, her body was even moreso. Both pain and pleasure stimuli flooded her brain. It was overwhelming.

“But you still didn’t answer my question, slave. Do you want me to stop twisting your nipple?” Jacob again asked as he twisted it further. Anna’s hands were gripping the sides of the table. She didn’t dare attempt to stop him from using her.

Anna didn’t know the correct answer, or even if there was one. She didn’t understand why she was being given a choice. She is a slave, nothing was her choice. It also came to her that she didn’t want a choice. As challenging as it was to remember and obey all of Jacob’s rules, it was a far easier life than the life of a free woman with responsibilities. She wanted him to choose for her. The only thing she wanted to be responsible for was making sure his cock was satisfied. So she said the only answer that came to her mind.

“I don’t know, Master. My only want is to please you.” Anna screamed. Jacob smiled, he was pleased with her response. He had inflicted pain on her and her brain had stopped her from saying no. He released her nipple. She would have been surprised if it wasn’t for the intense feeling of pleasure coming from her pussy. She resisted cumming but it was becoming harder for her.

Jacob pulled the handle out of her hole. She hadn't noticed that he had unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. She didn’t notice him move behind her. Anna was practically oblivious to everything happening in the room given how many sensations her body was experiencing. She was able to feel when he inserted himself inside her. Despite his smaller size and lack of girth, it felt good.

“I know you want to cum, my slave. You want to cum with my cock inside your pussy. You want me to fill your hole with my cum.” Jacob stated as he began to pound her against the table. “But, you are not allowed to cum. Not until you beg me to hurt your nipple. You may only cum while being in agony.”

“Master…”, Anna pleaded. To Anna, this wasn’t a choice she was being given, this was an order. He was telling her to beg him to abuse her. “Hurt your slave!”

He grabbed her right shoulder, twisting her until her breast was available to him. His right hand found her enhanced tit. He loved the feel of it. He groped her as he continued to thrust inside of her body. He wasn’t yet causing her pain, but he also didn’t want to allow her to cum yet.

“Please Master, hurt me. Abuse my nipple! Take what is yours.” Anna continued to beg. Yes, she wanted to cum but she also believed that if he wasn’t twisting her nipple yet, she hadn’t done a good enough job begging. Anna was a smart, educated woman but here she was a slave for her neighbor, her brain telling her she was failing to please him because he wasn’t yet punishing her.

He grabbed her nipple. Being right handed, he knew that it would be easier for him to inflict pain on this nipple, even in this position and while fucking her. He yanked on her nipple, twisted it. She screamed. He enjoyed her screams, it brought him closer to climax. It was time.

“Cum, slave!” Jacob commanded. That was all she needed. Completely overtaken by feelings of pain and pleasure, her knees started to give out as she experienced an intense orgasm. Jacob used the grip on her shoulder and nipple, as well as his cock to ensure she didn’t fall to the floor. The physical control he had in keeping her up mirrored his ownership of her. It wasn’t simply the legal document that proved she was his, his training made sure that Anna’s brain recognized it too.

When she finished cumming, Jacob pulled out and allowed his naked slave to fall to the floor. She was out of breath but slowly starting to become more aware of her surroundings. The leftover plate of half eaten food on the floor, her glass of wine, the clothes she had been permitted to wear earlier scattered around her in pieces, and Jacob’s hard cock right above her face as he masturbated. He came all over her face. She accepted her fate, even pleased, knowing he took pleasure in her. As he finished, the doorbell rang.

“Ah good, our guest has arrived. Good thing you look presentable, slave.” Jacob said, without a hint of sarcasm, while putting his pants back on before walking to the door.