Another bondage, pain and submission book from John Savage that I've recently finished editing and publishing: "Slavegirl in Training". An extract: There was no warm and comforting sunlight to welcome Tanya to a new day. She slowly became aware of sounds coming faintly through the stones of the wall she was leaning against. A shiver made her whole body tremble as she felt the relentless steel shackles on her wrists, ankles and neck, and remembered where she was and what had happened. Shivering from the cold as well as depression, she moved on the bench and was rewarded with a fresh stab of pain from her battered bottom. There was a very faint hint of light over in the direction of the door. Tanya moaned, the damp, dreary and totally uncomfortable night filled with far too little sleep and terrible dreams, had left her feeling miserable. Someone came into the room and hope, however baseless, flared within her heart. Electric lights sprang into life, blinding her for a few moments. She had not seen the electric lights in the shadows of the ceiling. â€œSurprised? You didnâ€™t think that we lit the dungeon with torches only?â€ This man was dressed in a gray uniform, but with no rank, name tag or other indications that it belonged to any military unit. â€œGunther likes to make a dramatic first impression on our new slavegirls,â€ he continued in a cheerful tone. â€œBet you were scared.â€ Tanya said nothing. She wanted to ask what was going to happen to her, but feared to hear the answer. â€œSuppose youâ€™re wondering whatâ€™s going to happen to you,â€ he said as he approached the cell wherein she sat. â€œThatâ€™s usually the first question. Well, I can tell this: it will hurt.â€ â€œThe man last night,â€ she began. â€œHe said I was a ... a slave.â€ The word did not come easily. â€œPlease tell me he was just... Being dramatic. Like that Gunther.â€ â€œYou mean the Minister? Sweetie, that was the Minister of the Secret Police. And he was telling you the truth. You are a slavegirl now. And will be the rest of your life.â€ â€œI do not understand.â€ â€œSweetie, them that has the money can have any kind of toys they want. Ericâ€™s little hobby of having naked and chained slavegirls in his dungeon is well known, but no one dares say a word against him. Might find the Secret Police knocking on their doors in the middle of the night. Iâ€™m sure you get my drift.â€ She did. The Secret Police were greatly feared throughout the land, even in the farming areas where they seldom came. â€œWhat will happen to me?â€ The man sat on the edge of a rack and pursed his lips. â€œWell, sweetie, you know that men like to screw girls. And they like to whip them and hurt them. Itâ€™s only natural. And they like their women to be submissive and obedient and sexy. So youâ€™ll be trained to be all those things for the Master.â€ â€œIâ€™ll be good. Iâ€™ll obey,â€ Tanya said sincerely. Anything to avoid the pain like last night. â€œIâ€™m afraid it wonâ€™t be that easy. Being a proper slavegirl is more than just doing as youâ€™re told. Itâ€™s a state of mind. But youâ€™ll find out more about that as you go. Right now, itâ€™s time for your breakfast.â€ The thought of food and an easement of her restraints sounded very good to the naked woman. She was glad when he opened the door to her cell and unlocked the collar chain from the wall. Then he knelt down and unlocked her ankles. But he did nothing about the handcuffs joining her wrists behind her. Using the chain to her collar as a leash, he led her out of the dungeon and to another room on the same level. It was windowless and cold and bare, a cheerless room of stone equipped with a small table and a bench. Tanya was told to sit down, then her chain was locked to a ring set in the end of the table. The man left. Tanya looked at the walls, all of dull gray, rough cut stone and depressing, then tested the table. It was either bolted or the legs set in the floor for it was quite solid. Her bottom was very sore as it pressed against the cold metal seat, but she did not try to stand. After a few minutes, the man in gray came back to set before her a bowl of some tan substance. It looked like gruel and probably was. Next to that he set a bowl of water. â€œBreakfast, sweetie. Better eat up. Got to keep your strength up.â€ â€œHow am I suppose to eat with my hands behind me?â€ she asked. His grunt told her that it was her problem. Then he walked out. The pasty stuff was almost tasteless as she licked it up with her tongue. But she was hungry and finished the whole bowl, making her face rather messy in the progress. She also sucked up the water. When the man came back, he brought a rag that he used to wipe her face clean. Then he surprised her by pulling out a comb and beginning to work the tangles out of her long hair. With a gentleness she found strange for that place, he combed out her long tresses until her hair no longer reflected the unpleasant abuse she had undergone. â€œWhat is your name?â€ she asked him. â€œYou can call me Randle, because itâ€™s my name. But if the Master is around, youâ€™d best call me â€˜Sirâ€™.â€ When he was finished, she thanked him. â€œYou shouldnâ€™t do that,â€ he advised. â€œBecause very soon Iâ€™ll be causing you more pain than you would believe.â€ â€œThey why were you so gentle with my hair?â€ â€œDonâ€™t see any reason to hurt you more than I have to. Besides, I like long hair like yours. Youâ€™re very pretty. Iâ€™d say youâ€™re the most beautiful woman weâ€™ve ever had here.â€ Tanya did not know whether to thank him for the compliment or not. Instead she made a plea: â€œPlease donâ€™t hurt me.â€ â€œHave to,â€ was his to-the-point reply.