She begged her master for a second chance.

She cried on his boots, whiping those tears with her hair.

He draggeed her out of the back room, tossing her into the inn. A few people laughed. The slaves dropped their eyes to the ground at the groveling slave.

He reminds her that her mistake was made, and now she is to be punished.

Several other masters and mistresses nodded in approval of his decision.

Especially the master that she had thrown the drink on when he made the offer to go to one of the specialty rooms. She had not only shown disrespect to this man, but to her master as well.

And that just wouldn't do.

This would remind her of her place as a slave.

A toy.

For anyone.

For everyone.

He walked over to stair case, and pushed a button against the wall, as a grinding was heard. A large cage rolled down, settling near the pit. The door sprung open, revealing it's saddle, and chains. A rack slide down from under the stiars, revealing a few syringes. With a vile of dark blue fluid as its contents.

He dragged her to the cage, and tossed her in like a rag doll. The chains snaked around her arms, pulling them tight from her body, raising them out, and slightly above her head. While the ones around her legs, forced her thighs to open for the saddle, and then cross at the ankle beneath.

He stepped back, listening to her plead for mercy and forgiveness, offering herself to the man she offended.

The offended man chuckled, deciding he liked this better. Her master smiled darkly, as he reached for the syringe. He pierced the vile with the needle, as she screamed on.

The vile surrendered its contents to they syringe quietly. When done, the vile was replaced into its place, and he walked slowly to the cage. He reached in, and ripped off the slave's clothing in one movement, leaving her naked and exposed for all to watch.

He stepped closer, plunging the needle into her arm, pushing the contents into her veins.

She screamed in pain, or was it the realization what the chemical would do to her?

Slowly, her animalistic instincts began to take over, as something moved in the saddle, sliding into her, penetrating her most precious regions. She screamed and moaned in pleasure. The drug would keep her in a suspended state of sexual desire for as long as it ran through her veins.

The cage raised back up, when he slammed the door shut, locking it in place. She was already moaning from her own natrual desire.

And would be for a while, since there was no way she would feel release or climax until he allowed it.

And it wouldn't happen while she was in the cage.