Many years had passed and many things had changed. I wasn't a champion anymore. My body just didn't work in the same way. With the same potency. Still running, yeah. Both in exhibitions and competitions. But no more podiums. Still, my regime of punishments and rewards didn't change a bit. Of course demanding of me more than I could provide would be absurd. I just did what I was told. I did my best. Obedience got rewarded, defiance punished. Simple.

Along the years different couches came and went. Some where harsher than others. Some were more sexually demanding than others. Somewhere more rational and fair than others. But the overall was exactly the rutine my brother and I had set. The agreed upon basic rules. For everything else, his opinion prevailed. Then that of my coach. Mine the last.

The sexual abuses committed by my coaches were not in line with the rules. But they weren't srictly against either. Stimulating me to orgasm was forbidden. Only I could do that. Serious pain and permanent modification also forbidden. Other than that, free reign.

I hated the part of the sex. They knew I did. I could have complained. I could have re-negotiated that rule in particular. My brother would have agreed with me. But I didn't complain. I deserved the humiliation. I deserved the pain. For my sins.

I was lost in my thoughts when suddenly the two padlocks of my crate, and the heavier padlock of the sack where opened. Then the padlocks on my nose, neck and nipple chain, plus the two locking the two leather straps than pinned me in place. A pair of surprisingly soft hands helped me lift my torso until I was sitting. At last the hood, posture collar and foam ball gag where removed and something was placed next to my ear.

-Sharon? Are you listening?- My brother and owner, relatively speaking, was talking to me through what musted be a cell phone.

-Yes.- I replied curtly. I wan't used to talk and my diplomatic skills were mostly gone.

-This is your new coach. She is not like the others.- She?- She has the same power over you that I have. She has full authority. Her name is Natalia. She has just finished her college degree with honors. She's also an acomplished athlete with several awards. You do every fucking thing she says. Understood?

-That's..., very unorthodox...- That was quite disturbing and probably against the rules.

-I don't care. We both know that you deserve much worse. I leave you in her hands. Bye.- Without more ceremony he cut the call.

My new coach removed the blindfold. In front of me there was a young and pretty lady. Taller than I. Athletic. Her dark skin hinted an important percentage of afro-american blood. Interestingly her eyes were of a clear blue, very similar to mine. She was wearing sweatshorts, a sports bra and a pair of sneakers. Nothing more, judging by her camel toe.

-Good morning, pet. I guess this is very surprising. Richard, your previous coach has been fired. I moved in last night while you were sleeping. I hope that we will get along well. Do you agree? Speak.- She asked showing a warm smile.

-Yes.- I replied coldly. I didn't know her but at first sight she seemed too soft.

-See? That's a bad start. You need to change your attitute. From now on you'll speak to me as if I could sink you in a world of pain.- I was going to speak again but she stopped me.- You will address me as “my love”.- Weird.- And I want to hear real adoration in your voice. Don't spare words when you are adoring me, keep going until I tell you to stop. The more you humiliate yourself, the better. Got it?

-Yes...- My hesitation was abruptly corrected when she slapped me hard on my cheek. I was wrong. Her skin was soft, but the muscles below were like rocks.

-What where you saying, pet?

-Yes, my love.- Adoration and humiliation.- Thank you for..., eh..., wasting your time with a dumb animal like myself. You are like a goddess to me. I will love you like...

-Enough. Wow, a goddess already...- She grinned.- And it's my first day. Let's go take breakfast, pet.

I had made a mistake. She was tougher than she looked. I liked that very much. Maybe that's why my brother had given her so much power. Maybe she could make a champion of me again. On the other hand, she had called me “pet” three times already, and that didn't sound good.

While she fed me my breakfast, after securing me to the special chair, she checked on all my restraints and adornments. Her finger felt electric when she ran it up and down along my spine. She asked me a few minor questions about my biggest victories, all of them tattooed in a list on my back. Instead, pain ensued when she toyed with my nipple rings, stretching and twisting my little buds.

My work uniform had been mostly the same along the years. Only two important changes had been made. First, as my arms had been nearly immobile for a long time, their muscles were very weakened. A knew system was necessary. Over my elbows, were fitted two leather cuffs with a chain between them about a foot and a half long. More or less the same distance as usual. A wide leather belt round my waist, buckled in front, with a thick ring vertically in the middle of my back, would be used to held my mittens together, locking it with a padlock. Still immobile, yes, except that a couple hours a day the mittens were removed and I had to carry a pair of weights in my hands and do some exercises. I was thankful for that, it was a good idea.

The second change was more traumatic, but equally appropriate. As I grew older, my pussy didn't react in the same way to certain stimuli. The silicone plug in my pussy, instead of providing pleasure, was doing more harm than good. It became annoying first and irritating later. It had to be removed. My brother and I discussed the issue. I still wanted a bit of pleasure from time to time, and we both knew that I was faster when I was aroused. On the other hand, after the monstruosity I committed, I wasn't sure I deserved any. Also it had been made clear since the beginning that I didn't want any penis there ever. There was only one option, then. The path musted be blocked.

The plug was removed and the rings were cut off. In its place it was fitted a round shaped concave piece of steel, about and inch wide with two rings melted vertically on one side. The rings entered through the pierced holes in my labia. A drop of some kind of acidic substance plus a bit of heat and everything was locked in place. Forever. Fortunately, it was still metal. Applying heat, or vibrations it worked wonders on my mood. And of course, my clitoris with its pierced hood was also available. I would have much less pleasure, yes. But it was still more than I deserved.

-Why me, you must be wondering...?- Was that a question?

-Yes, my love.- She had encouraged me to talk several times, and so I did.- According to Steve you were very good in college, both physically and mentally, I don't understand why would you choose to waste your time with an useless..., shit, like me.- It wasn't easy to keep degrading myself. I would need to find better words.

-Well, we are not lovers, if that's what you are thinking. He's more like a..., fatherly figure. I've known him all my life.- That was very inconcrete. A neighboor? A niece from her wife's side? What?

-Am I'm thankful for that, my love. Every second I spend with you is...- She indicated me to stop with a wave of her hand.

Once done with breakfast she left me alone for a while. She came back with a backpack plus my collar and my bride. Fitting them on place, she released me from my chair. To my surprise she removed my shackles right away. Then she buckled a wide leather belt around her waist. On its sides it had a pair of big D-rings. I was even more confused when she tied and end of a barely two meters long rope to one of the D-rings, and the other end to the one in front of my collar.

Without a word she led me outside. I should have known, sweats and sports bra, we were going to run together. We walked around half a mile. She warned me that she would start to run in a couple of seconds and so she did, giving me time to prepare and react. We changed speed several times. To my utter surprise she had more speed and a better endurance. Those were the totality of my abilities. That was all my life. And she was better. It would be a huge blow to my pride, if I were allowed to have such a thing. And yet, I was so amazed. If my adoration earlier was fake, after that it had become real. Taller, smarter, prettier... Better in every possible way. The contempt she seemed to have for me was more than fair, it was inevitable.

After about an hour running around the farm we stopped to have a rest. She took me to a wooded area. Next to a thick tree, she made me kneel first and then sit with my legs on my sides. She sat resting her back against the tree. Pulling on the rope on my kneck she made me lay on the grass face down and freed me of my bridle. Then she removed her sneakers and socks.

-Lick them clean.- She ordered bringing her feet closer to my face. They were sweaty and smelly, and that wasn't my fucking job, so I hesitated. Bad idea. She produced a flogger from her backpack.- You don't get it, do you? This is not your farm anymore. Your rules, your desires, your opinions don't matter anymore. You are not a champion. You are a pet. You will do everything I say.- She emphasized each word of that last sentence with a strong blow of the flogger on my back.- Either you learn to be an obedient pet. Or you can get the hell out of my fucking house.- Again the flogger accentuated every word. Then she sat back and again placed her feet in front of my mouth.

She had made clear her point. The rules I had a greed to all those years ago functioned no more. I had learnt the lesson. I started putting her right toe on my mouth and circling it several times with my tongue. To my surprise she soon moved her foot aside. It was just a test and I had failed. How embarrasing.

She took a bottle of water from her backpack, drank half of it and poured the rest over her head. The water soaked her bra, revealing one of her aureolas and ran down to her sweatpants, where her camel toe was even more outlined as her groin was covered in sweat.

She removed her sweatpants, showing me her thick unruly bush. She pulled on my rope bringing me closer to her pussy until my nose was barely an inch from it.

-You were letting the other coaches fuck you. Is that correct?- She asked.

-Yes, my love. I hated it but never complained.- I tried to subtly warn her about my discomfort in case she cared.

-You don't mind if I touch myself a bit do you?- She didn't wait for my answer and started to play with his clitoris anyways.- Why were you letting them do that?

-I...- That was a tough question. She moaned softly after pressing her button a couple of times.- I committed a terrible crime years ago. My brother should have punished me but he didn't. So I did it myself.

-Interesting...- With her other hand she slipped a pair of fingers in her pussy. I could clearly see and smell her arousal.- And they weren't allowed to give you any pleasure, is that correct?

-They were allowed to tease me. They weren't allowed to..., to be generous. I have to provide my own pleasure.- She inserted her fingers deeper and started to rub her g-spot, while her other hand kept stimulating her clit.

-How often do you masturbate?- She plunged her fingers deep in a single motion and she moaned audibly.

-Every day, my love. But I never orgasm.- Her pussy started to emit a sloshing sound, her juices pouring all around her fingers.- I don't like orgasms. They make me feel weak.

-But you get an orgasm per week as a reward for your obedience.- She was moaning hard. Hes ass buckling back and forth. She was close.

-Yes, my love. I have been accumulating them. I believe I have around a thousand stored.- She plunged her fingers one more time and came hard. A part of her fluids landed on my face and the rest ran down her taint.

She cleaned her fingers with her pants and produced a magic wand from her backpack. Not bothering to dress herself she walked around my prone form. Turning on the wand she kicked my legs apart.

-Then this is not your lucky day.- She placed the magic wand in contact with my sealed pussy lips.- How many years since your last orgasm?

-About..., fifteen, my love.- The vibrations on my labia felt dangerously strong. I would reach the peak quickly.- Please, don't.- I tried to move away from her but she held me close grabbing my belt.

-Should I flog you again?- I started to sob. That was wrong. She was stimulating me against my will. Stripping my body and mind off of my control. That was rape.- This is happening. I'm giving you as many of these as I want. Don't bother to count them.

-No, my love, please.- I was outright crying already but she ignored my pleas. A few seconds more and I peaked. I greeted my teeth. Everything became dark. So much time had been, and so strong the orgasm, that I passed out.

-Wake up.- She patted my head. She was sitting in front of me again.- You have been two hours sleeping.

She helped me sit on my buttocks. Then she brought me closer to her pulling on my rope. Following her indications I leaned against her, so my forehead touched her cheek, my right arm rested between her two breasts and my right hip rubbed her still naked bottom. Producing another bottle of water she made me drink half of it.

-Thank you, my love.- I wasn't thankful at all. Two coaches have been fired because they touched too much, but with her I was defenseless. Or so had said my brother. I started to sob again replaying the traumatic experience in my head.

-Do you know why am I being so hard?- I shook my head. Not answering was my little act of rebellion even if that ended up in more pain.- Because of your sins.- I tried to escape her embrace but she pulled again on my rope.- Yes, I'm familiar with them. But I want to hear your version.- I shook my head.- Speak dammit, or I will break your legs and you will lose the only thing that you are good at.

-I...- I talked, yes, but still sobbing. Sobbing had become my litle act of rebellion, once made clear that being silent was not possible.- I wasn't anymore as good as I had been. I wasn't getting much money. Living here is not for free. I have to pay the salary of the coach and..., stuff. The owner of another champion, a black male, slave for real, I believe, made an interesting offer. I would let him breed me with his cum. I would gave birth a baby, son of two champions and the owner would pay me lots of money.

-And what did you say?- She made me drink the rest of the water.

-It was a lot of money. I...- Going over those awful memories was terribly painful.- I like being here. I like my life so...

-So you sold your baby into slavery to pay for your early retirement.

-Yes.- I burst into tears. All the day's emotions, the new coach, the flogger, the rape and bringing back my past, had their toll.

-And you've been paying since then. Self-flagellating yourself. Well, I have good and bad news for you.- She caressed my back to comfort me. Her fingers touching my freshly made welts hurt, but it felt good nonetheless.- Good knews is that your brother didn't sold your daughter.- Daughter?- Bad news is that I haven't forgiven you.

My stomach shrunk and I vomited my breakfast. She brought me closer to her again and cleaned my mouth with a napkin. Then she gave me more water.

-You are...?- Unbelievable. Impossible.

-I am quite angry. I've been all my life. So, tell me. Are you going to love me, mom, now that you know that I can ruin you and nobody will come to your aid? Will you accept any and all punishments I deem appropriate?

-My love...- There was only one thing to say. Accept my fate. Reckoning for my sins.- Do not worry about my feelings. I belong to you. Do your worst. I don't deserve less.

She didn't reply. She just stood up, re-dressed, gathered all the stuff and helped me on my feet. Pulling on the rope she led me back to the barn running half of the way and walking the rest.

-How..., did you get pregnant?- She finally broke the silence.- Did you have sex with the slave.

-No, my love. It was my brother with a syringe. You know, with his cum. I've never been with a man..., that way.

-Me neither.- That surprised me, such a pretty girl.- I so wanted to be like you for a time. A champion. I saw you running when I was a child. You were blinfolded.- He clarified when she saw my puzzled expression, but that wasn't the reason I was puzzled.- I won several times in college, you know?

-Yes, my love, Steve told me.

-You do understand the news rules, do you, pet?- She stopped the march.- There's only one. If you disobey me, pain ensues. That or you leave this place and go back to the real world.

-I'm here for you, my love. Hate me, love me. You will always be right.- I leaned against her chest. I would have hugged her if I could.- Do as you please. I'm yours forever. Discharge your anger where it belongs.- She did what I coudn't and embraced me. A pair of her tears fell on my forehead.- Don't cry, my love, please. Make me cry instead.

Later that night I was lying on a couch for the first tie in years, my head resting on Natalia's thigh. Most of my face was over the fabric of her pleated skirt, but my the tip of my ear was touching the skin of her leg. She had been reading a book, out loud so I could hear it but after a while she had fallen asleep. With every breath her breasts moved up and down. The right side of her cardigan had fallen off her shoulder and her breasts was barely half covered. Her hand was still holding the book open.

I wasn't sure if the old rules were still in place. Following her words she wanted complete obedience and nothing else. Therefor I didn't know I was going to sleep in my box or somewhere else. Her last order had been literally “Put your head here and shut up”, and so I did.

So I just laid there, staring at my child, my love, my everything. Listening to her breathing. Admiring her beauty, of which I could proudly say that half of the merit was mine. The next day she would be angry or not, and thus punish me or not. Whatever would happen, didn't matter. I belonged to her, I would stay wherever she put me. Either hell or heaven, my goddess would decide.