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The Making of a Slave Ch. 02

Kate could not believe what just happened. In losing the hand she did not just lose $60 million, but she also lost her freedom. Dean Richards pushed the contract and a fountain pen in her direction. It was a fairly straightforward agreement. Kate agreed to sign her freedom away to this man for one calendar year, and in return he would control her life and mold her into a slave. A special clause in the contract stated that when the year was over she was to be given a choice before returning to her old life.

Kate wondered about that choice. What would it entail? Would Dean use this as a way of gaining a foothold in US markets? Dean had other papers for Kate to sign. Kate signed over Power of Attorney giving Dean, and anyone acting on his behalf, access to her accounts. Dean also was given temporary ownership over her company. A letter that he drafted and Kate signed stated that she was taking a sabbatical.

One of Dean's body guards handed him a box that contained a leather collar. It was black leather with silver grommets for the buckle which was also silver. The collar also came with a lock and key that Dean held in his right hand. He gave orders to his female assistant in Greek and she went over and gathered up Kate's hair while Dean placed the collar around her neck. She felt it cinch against her throat, but not choke her. Dean locked the lock in place then placed the key upon a chain and drew it over his bald head.

He turned his gaze upon Kate and finally removed the large framed sunglasses that he wore throughout the poker game. Dean's eyes were green and had a golden ring around the dark irises. He licked his full lips and began explaining to her exactly what was expected.

"You have given up all of your rights to me. I am to be referred to as Sir, Master or Afendi, which is Master in Greek. Since you are new you have no rights whatsoever. You will not be allowed to speak, look at me, or anything without my permission. All of these must be earned. I will provide a list of chores for you to do. Since you are nothing you will likely get the most odious tasks."

As he spoke she was alternately lulled by his voice, and repulsed by his words. Who did this foreigner think he was?

"You no longer have a name; I will refer to you as koukla or slave. Now, koukla, since you do not have the right to wear clothing or the earrings you are wearing. The first order I will give is for you to remove all of your clothing and give them to my assistant."

Kate's eyes grew wide. She had enough of this. The game was going way too far and she had to say something.

"Now look here! I think you're pushing this way too..."

Kate never had the chance to finish her statement. Dean stood and drew his hand back then slapped her hard across her face. Anything more she wanted to say was replaced with the hot sting that spread from her cheek to that side of her face. Kate looked up at Dean with a horrified expression.

"Cast those eyes down NOW you willful slave! You would dare speak to me in such a manner? Remove those clothes now or they will be torn from your body!

Kate saw the anger flash in Dean's eyes before lowering her eyes to the ground. She stood up shivering feeling very small and helpless before this powerful brute of a man. She slid her small feet out from the high heeled shoes she wore and picked them up to hand them to his assistant. The assistant, a beautiful woman with olive skin and classic Mediterranean features, also stood with her eyes cast down as she waited to receive the rest of Kate's outfit.

Kate placed her foot on the chair and removed the black stockings she wore then slid the straps of her dress from her shoulders. She took off the plain diamond studs she wore in her earlobes. Lastly she removed her bra and panties and placed her arms to try and cover her nudity.

Dean laughed at her attempt at modesty.

"Ah, koukla, you haven't even earned the right to be modest. At all times you will keep your hands behind your back and your legs will be spread a shoulders width apart."

Kate swallowed hard and her cheeks glow a deep crimson as she slowly moved her hands behind her back. She slid her bare feet apart the required shoulder's width and fought back the tears. Kate felt so humiliated. Dean, his assistant, and all the bodyguards could see her naked body. Dean's emerald eyes slowly took her in then issued orders to his assistant.

"You are a beautiful woman, koukla. A very fine body, curved in just the right places. You will be given a strict diet and exercise routine to make sure your body stays fit. You will keep your pussy shaved clean. I will inspect you daily to make sure you are well maintained. Indicate you understand by a simple nod of your head."

Kate nodded making sure to keep her head down. The hot tears rimmed her hazel eyes and made rivulets down her cheeks. What has she gotten herself into? A million emotions battered Kate from all directions. Dean was used to getting his way. Kate already suspected that his assistant was another of his slaves. Kate had to find a way to get out of this, had to put up some kind of a fight. Dean Richards was getting his way too easily and he had to be stopped.

Dean's assistant came back in and handed him a trench coat and a pair of flat sandals. Dean placed the sandals on the ground at Kate's feet.

"You will put these on for the trip out to O'Hare airport where my plane is waiting to take us back to Greece."

"NO!" Kate shrieked.

Dean slapped her face twice and she reeled, but remained defiant.

"You Bastard! You cannot take me from my home!"

Kate flung herself at him with her fists leading. Dean easily grabbed her wrists an using her own momentum threw Kate against the wall. Before Kate could catch her breath Dean pounced and gripped her slender throat with his large hand. He squeezed her throat cutting off her supply of oxygen. Gasping and gurgling noises escaped her lips and her eyes rolled in her head. Kate was still able to breathe, but it was just barely enough to keep from passing out. Her lungs burned and she grabbed at his wrist, but didn't have enough strength. Kate tried to kick out but Dean's arm was fully extended so she could not reach.

"I could kill you oh so easily right now slave," Dean said callously.

Kate's heart pounded in her chest thinking that was what he was about to do. She would do whatever he wanted just so long as he let her live. Dean eased his hand open and released Kate from his grip. Kate took it great gasps of air and sunk to her knees with grateful tears streaming down her face. She bent down low and kissed his shoes laying her cheek on the fine Italian leather.

"Put on the trench coat and sandals slave we have much work to do in your new home."
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