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The Monday after the most embarrassing night of her life blew in with a storm, the skies gray and cloudy, just like Gracie’s mood. She’d sat at her desk for hours, working with the determination of a machine, trying to keep her mind off of one thing. Or one person, to be exact.

Mitchell Caldwell.

It wasn’t the humiliation that had kept her tossing and turning for the last two nights, but a man she’d only seen for a matter of moments. A few moments that had captivated her to the point of obsession.

Gracie wasn’t worried about her reputation or that of her firm. The threat of a lawsuit had squelched the gossip that had been circulating. If anything, business seemed to be up. She’d received a few interesting emails with indecent proposals, a dozen roses with a card that contained a marriage proposal, a singing telegram and a dozen messages from John begging her to return his calls. She’d gotten her partners to pull their accounts from John’s bank and invest with a competitor. He’d do anything to get them back as clients. Even apologize. From what she’d heard through office gossip, it wasn’t only their accounts that he’d lost since the previous Saturday.

It was petty revenge, but it felt damn good.

Gracie jumped in surprise as a crash of thunder rattled the glass in her office window. Being on the nineteenth floor had never made her feel very safe. The time had gotten away from her, and it was already way past dark. The rain was coming down so hard that she couldn’t see two feet outside her window.

She shut down her computer and shoved her files in her briefcase. The Texas weather was too warm for a coat, even a raincoat, so she was thankful that she’d gotten to work early enough that she’d found a parking spot in the garage. Getting soaked to the skin would have just added misery to an already miserable day.

The elevator took her straight to the bottom, not stopping at other floors along the way, as almost everyone in the building had already headed home for the evening. Her heels clicked rapidly on the cement as she made her way to the lone car parked under the yellow light in the far corner, and her hand clutched her briefcase and handbag in a tight grip. Her heart was racing, and she had to squelch the urge to scream every time the thunder boomed overhead. Images of a large glass of wine and a hot bath were the only thoughts in her mind when a hand clamped over her mouth and another wrapped around her waist, effectively clamping her arms to her sides.

Gracie bit at the black-gloved fingers and screamed when he uncovered her mouth, no doubt cursing the pain she’d caused him. The instinct to fight back overtook her and she kicked out behind her, feeling the hard flesh deflect her foot. Her attacker was silent through it all, wearing down her strength patiently as he dodged her blows. It had seemed like she’d been struggling for minutes, but in truth it had only been seconds. Her screams had gone unheard and she was truly alone with an attacker whose strength was far superior to her own.

The last thought that went through her mind before the sickeningly sweet smell of chloroform assailed her nostrils, was that John Johnson would pay for this.


Gracie remembered vaguely that she’d ridden in a van. To where, she had no idea, but every detail mattered. When she’d woken again she was lying on something soft, probably a mattress, in a room as black as pitch. She couldn’t see anything, but she could still hear the rain pouring outside. Did that mean it was still the same day?

Her mind was fuzzy from the drug and a headache pounded just behind her eyes. She tried to lift her hands up to rub away the pounding, but they were restrained. Panic overtook her, and she had to consciously slow her breathing for fear of hyperventilating and passing out.

Gracie cleared her mind and tried to think of the facts. She’d been on her way home from work when she’d been attacked, she’d been drugged, she’d woken briefly in a van with a hard metal floor, it was still raining and her hands and feet were tied to what she assumed was a mattress. Any way she looked at it, she decided the outcome couldn’t be good.

The opening of the door sped her controlled breathing up once again. It wasn’t the sound of the door that let her know that someone was in the room with her, but rather the lack of sound. The pregnant silence settled over her like a thick blanket, suffocating her until she wanted to scream just to fill the void.

The footsteps of her captor weighed heavy as he made his way to her side. “Have no fear from me,” he said. He knelt beside her on the bed and lifted her head in his hand. The cool water splashed against her lips and she drank greedily. Her mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton.

“Slow down,” he ordered. “You don’t want to make yourself sick. Open your mouth for me.”


“I have aspirin for your headache.”

When she didn’t comply, he stuck his finger through her clamped lips and pried her mouth open, dropping the two pills in. He held her nose and poured the water down her throat until he was sure she’d swallowed them.

“Don’t make things difficult on yourself. There is no need for you to be in pain.”

“Then untie me,” Gracie demanded.

“The bonds do not hurt you,” he said, checking the padded restraints just to make sure.

“Someone will look for me,” she said. “You can’t just take someone against their will and not expect there to be consequences.”

“But this is your will, isn’t it, Gracie.” He whispered the words so they were a caress along her skin.

A satin blindfold was placed around her head, and she almost asked what the point was since it was so dark inside the room, but the she heard the scrape of matches and saw the dim glow of light through her blindfold. Gracie heard a small click and winced as she felt a cold blade glance across her skin. It was sharp as it sliced through her clothing as if it were nothing more than paper. Her suit was tossed aside, no more than trash now, and her undergarments were given similar treatment until she was laid bare before her captor. She let out a breath of relief when she heard another click and the blade was put away.

“Beautiful,” he whispered as he ran his finger from the tip of her breast to the top of her thigh. “I’m going to give you a choice, Gracie. We’re not strangers. I felt the passion in you from the first moment and knew that we’d be together this way. But if you want what I have to give you, you have to take a chance.”

Mitchell. But what if it wasn’t really him? Was she willing to take that chance?

“What do you have to give me?” she asked.

“My cock buried deep in your pussy and as many orgasms as you can stand.”

His promise sent desire to her clit and she could feel her nipples pebble. “And what is the alternative?”

“I’ll let you go. And you’ll never see me again, except in your dreams.”

Gracie held back a cry of distress. She couldn’t bear the though of never having his touch again.

“No, don’t release me,” she said, panicked as she felt him begin to unclasp her restraints. “I want what you have to give me.”

“Very good,” he whispered.

She shuddered as his mouth came down over her nipple. The warmth of his caress and the gentle pull from the suction of his mouth was almost enough to make her go over the edge. Then he bit her, gently at first and then increasingly harder, until she did scream with a climax. His warm tongue soothed the pain with long strokes until she sighed in contentment.

She gasped as something cold touched the still tender nipple and she whimpered in pain when something clamped down onto it. Hard. And then the same thing was repeated with the other one. The clamps sent jolts of pleasure straight to her clit, and she had another small orgasm before her captor could work his way down her body.

“Please. . .” she begged.

“Please, what?”

“Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”

“Whatever I wish,” he answered as he closed his mouth over her most sensitive spot.

Gracie could do nothing but moan as she felt him open her nether lips with his fingers and kiss her intimately. His tongue circled her clitoris and then delved inside her, and he repeated the process over and over until she was writhing beneath him and pulling at her restraints.

“I’m going to come,” she panted.

“Mmm, I hope so. You taste so sweet. I want you to flood my mouth with your nectar.” He flicked his tongued one last time against the swollen nub and sent her spiraling over the edge.

She screamed out her release. “Stop, stop, it’s too much. Ohmigod. Please,” she didn’t know what she was asking, only that the sweet torment continue.

Gracie sighed as he slowed his assault and gently lapped at her still throbbing pussy. The sensations continued though when he pushed his finger slowly inside her, all the way to the hilt.

“God,” he groaned. “You’re so tight. Do you know how good you’re going to feel around my cock?”

Gracie protested as he pulled his finger out, but moaned when he quickly added a second and began slowly penetrating her again. Her toes curled when he curved his fingers up slightly and hit her G spot. It had been eight years since a man had found her G spot, and it had been an accident that time. The pleasure intensified as he flicked her clitoris in time with his fingers, and before long she was thrusting against his mouth and his fingers with another climax.

She might have passed out for a minute or two, but when she woke the restraints were being taken off her legs.

“What about my hands?” she asked when she realized he was going to leave those in place. “I want to touch you.”

“No, you want to be dominated. Held captive. You will not touch me with your hands until I say so.”

With the restraints gone from her ankles she was able to bring her legs up higher, expose more of herself to him. She waited in anticipation for what he would do next. The sound of drawers opening and closing caught her interest, but she was soon distracted as she felt the weight of his body back on the bed.

“Pull your knees up to your chest and open yourself wider to me,” he demanded.

Gracie felt the cool gel on his finger and yipped at the shock of it. It warmed quickly, and when his finger touched the puckered star of her anus, she relaxed her muscles as her worked his finger inside. He repeated the process slowly, gathering more lube and then slowly penetrating a finger, then two fingers, then three, until she was prepared for whatever he had in store for her.

“Relax,” he told her.

She did as he asked, but still tensed as the felt something hard penetrate her ass. It was large and ridged, and every bump and ridge was received with a gasp of pleasure, until it was pushed in to the hilt and her bowels were full.

“Oh, God, it’s huge.”

“Put your legs down and keep it inside,” he told her. “I’ll punish you if you don’t keep it in.”

Gracie felt his hot breath along her skin as he made his way back up her body to her lips. The kiss was carnal and wet, and she tried to wrap her legs around him and take him inside of her, but he wouldn’t let her. He pinched her nipple in punishment and she whimpered.

“You’re getting greedy, slave,” he said.

She felt him move up so his legs were on either side of her torso, and the weight of his cock rested against her chin. He cradled her head in his hands and positioned her so her lips touched the salty tip.

“Open you mouth,” he said.

Gracie complied, hungrily, and they both groaned as his cock entered her mouth. She relaxed her throat as he began fucking her mouth, slamming himself against her face. She swirled her tongue around his tip every time he pulled back. His pace became frantic and frenzied, and he held her head still so his cock completely disappeared inside her mouth.

“God, yessss,” he groaned.

Gracie felt the force of his come as she did her best to swallow it down. She drank every drop and flicked her tongue over his sensitive underside, making him jump with pleasure. She kept him in her mouth a little longer, amazed that he was still very hard.

“That was amazing,” he said as he collapsed beside her.

She felt him move until his weight was no longer on the bed. He positioned himself at the foot of the bed and then slowly turned her until she was on her hands and knees.

“Mmm, that’s a beautiful sight,” he said as he ran his fingers across her cunt, making her shiver with need. “Can you imagine what you look like right now? Your ass is in the air with a giant dildo shoved in you to the hilt, and your pussy is gaping open just begging to be fucked. I can’t wait any longer,” he said, positioning himself behind her.

Gracie felt the head of his penis brush against her nether lips. She was already so full from the dildo in her ass she didn’t know how she was going to take him as well. Her breath caught as he pushed his length into her in one thrust. Her breasts rubbed against the sheets of the bed with every thrust and the clamps on her nipples sent tingles to her core. She squeezed her muscles around him with every thrust, trying to prolong her pleasure, but the sensations against her nipples, in her ass and her pussy were too much for her to take. She came in a gush, her juices soaking the bed beneath them.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” her captor yelled. “You are so fucking hot.” He pulled out of her and she heard him rummaging around in another drawer.

“I can’t take any more,” she cried.

The slap of a paddle against her bare bottom changed her mind. She winced in pain at the same time she was groaning in pleasure, because every once in a while the paddle would glance off her pussy lips and leave her wanting more. Just when she thought she’d have to beg for another release, her captor spanked her hard and pulled the dildo from her ass at the same time. Her senses were assaulted and she came again, collapsing in exhaustion.

The man behind her began messaging something cool into her burning ass cheeks, and she sighed in relief at his gentle touch. She was dozing as she felt him readjust the restraints around her wrists so the chain was longer. He pulled her toward the edge of the bed until her legs touched the floor and she was bent over the side. Her arms were tied over her head, and her sensitive breasts were pressed into the mattress.

“Now it’s my turn,” her captor whispered.

She shuddered as he left a trail of wet kisses up her spine, and she felt his hard arousal nestled between the cheeks of her ass. His weight was heavenly against her body, and when he shifted and guided himself into the puckered rosebud of her anus, they both groaned in bliss. He thrust against her patiently, slowly, until the sensations she’d become so familiar with started to spread through her body.

“I’m going to come, baby,” he panted. His breath was hot against her ear, and his tempo had increased.

“Yes, please, come inside my ass. I want to feel your come coat my insides.” Gracie thrust back against him, harder and faster until he shouted his release. She felt his cock expand and his hot seed shoot up inside of her, causing her own orgasm. Her sphincter tightened around him and they both shook as they collapsed from the intensity of their desires.

Gracie woke as she felt him separate himself from her body. They were sticky and covered in sweat. He pulled out of her slowly, but even then she winced in discomfort.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll run a hot bath and we can both soak our sore muscles,” he said lying down beside her.

She turned her head toward his voice and smiled as he released her hands from their bonds and reached around to loosen her blindfold. As her eyes adjusted to the light she found herself looking into crystalline blue eyes, the eyes of the man she’d been dreaming of. The man who had captivated her from their first encounter.

“I knew it was you,” Gracie whispered, as she touched his face for the first time. She leaned over and kissed him gently. “Mitchell.”

“You were the reason I came to that stupid party,” he said. “I saw you leaving your office building on Friday, and I knew I had to have you. It took fast work to find out who you were and what your plans were, but my staff pulled it off. And it wasn’t that hard to question your staff because I own your building.”

Gracie laughed at that news and snuggled closer. “Well, you have me. And I leave it up to you as to what you want to do with me.”

“I have a proposition for you,” Mitchell said without any hesitation.

Gracie stared at him, her body still tingling from his touch, and knew he could ask her for anything in that moment and she’d agree. “What is it?”

“Well, I heard a woman once say something very profound, and it’s stuck with me. What do you say I treat you like a queen, and then you can give me amazing sex for the rest of my life until we’re both too old to care?”

“Whoever said that sounds like a smart woman,” Gracie said. “It’s a deal.”

Lacey woke up in a different room, under the sort of bright lights that were used for filming. *How’d I get on the set?* she thought. She tried to sit up, couldn’t. “Wha–?” She shook her head, trying to sharpen her thoughts. OK, she couldn’t sit up. She couldn’t sit up because– because she was strapped down!

A burst of adrenaline cleared Lacey’s mind. She was strapped down, naked, with her legs spread and her arms at her sides. *Oh, God,* she thought. Panic had her pulling against the padded straps, but they had very little give in them. Movement caught her eye. Above her, surrounded by the lighting equipment, was a mirror. She could see herself, bound and helpless, fighting the straps.

“Hey,” she yelled. “Let me go!” There was no answer. She hadn’t really expected whoever had drugged her and bound her to suddenly decide to release her, but she had needed to try. She knew she was about to be raped. No one drugged women and tied them up naked with their legs splayed because they wanted conversation. She wondered how much it would hurt.

*No, don’t think about it,* she told herself. But it was hard not to. No one came in answer to her shouts. She could tell by the subtle swaying underneath her that she was still on the ship. She could hear the thrum of the engines, too, which meant that they were no longer docked in LA. *We’re out in the middle of the ocean.* She shivered.

Just as she was hoping she’d been forgotten, she heard a door open, and footsteps approached her. She craned her head up. Debbie, in a tank top and jeans, looking as if she tied naked women up every day. *Maybe she does.*

“Hi, Lacey,” Debbie said, her friendly manner unchanged.

“Let me go, you bitch,” Lacey said.

Debbie clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “You know that’s not going to happen. In fact, let me explain what is going to happen.” She leaned forward. “My associates and I are going to thoroughly violate that sweet body of yours, over and over. There’s nothing you can do to stop us, whether you enjoy it or not.” She rolled one of Lacey’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger, smiling as it hardened. “Though I think you’ll be one of the ones who does enjoy it.”

“Are you planning to k-kill me, then?” Lacey immediately regretted asking.

Debbie smiled. “No, what a terrible waste that would be. You see, we’re not just amusing ourselves with you. We’re going to train and condition you as a sex slave for our client.”

“Are you crazy? You can’t do this!”

“You, Lacey, are on a Liberian-flagged ship in international waters. There is little to no law enforcement out here. The captain’s word is law. The contract you signed makes you part of the ship’s crew; disobedience is mutiny. Mutiny is still punishable by all sorts of nasty penalties, including flogging and even death. No one will know you’ve been taken, because you told everyone you’d be incommunicado while filming on location, and because your agent will cover for us. And there’s no escape. We’re in the middle of the ocean.”

Lacey shrank inside as Debbie spoke, each sentence like another brick slapped down on the walls imprisoning her. “No,” she said.

“Oh, yes. We will break you down until you’re begging to serve.” Debbie pinched Lacey’s nipple.

It felt good. Lacey pressed her lips together. She would not react to this woman’s perverted attentions.

Debbie was getting something out of a drawer. Lacey jumped as she felt a cool touch at the opening to her cunt. In the mirror, she saw that Debbie had positioned an odd dildo between her lips, one with wires and tubes erupting from the far end.

Debbie swirled the tip of the toy around. “I was going to use some lube, but it looks like your body is already turned on by the idea of me raping you. Too bad, I’m just working on getting you into shape now. You’ll have to wait if you want me to fuck you.”

Lacey’s indignation was interrupted as Debbie shoved the slender toy into her cunt. “No, stop!” Automatically, she clenched her cunt muscles to try to resist the invasion. The smooth instrument was warming quickly inside her.

“Good,” said Debbie. “That’s the first exercise. Clamp down as hard as you can on the probe. It’ll strengthen your muscles, which will make you hotter to fuck and improve your orgasms.”

Immediately, Lacey tried to relax. Debbie sighed. “I told you to clamp down, slave. I can see the gauge. Hold for ten seconds and release, and repeat ten times. If you don’t do it, I will make you do it.”

“You can’t make me,” Lacey said.

Debbie turned a switch on one of the dangling wires. Lacey’s cunt muscles clamped down like steel bands, cramping around the probe with bruising strength. She jerked and cried out.

“Oh, sorry.” Debbie didn’t sound sorry. “I forgot to mention that, in addition to the gauges, the probe is wired to deliver an electric shock to make you muscles spasm if I decide you’re not squeezing hard enough. I’m going to use your body whether you co-operate or not.”

“Now,” Debbie continued. “You have nine more reps to go. Squeeze. Harder.”

Lacey tried to comply, but by the sixth repetition, her muscles were aching and weak. “Harder,” Debbie demanded.

“Please, I can’t,” Lacey said. Her back arched as another shock tightened her around the probe. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but it was very uncomfortable.

“That shows there’s strength left in the muscle; you’re just lazy,” Debbie said.

With tears running down her cheeks, she managed to squeeze hard enough to satisfy her tormentor and hold it for the required ten seconds.

“That’s eight,” Debbie said. “Again.”

She couldn’t, not hard enough. She yelped as the current was applied again. In the mirror, she could see her breasts bounce and jiggle every time she flinched. It seemed even the electrical current couldn’t tighten her exhausted muscles as hard as it had earlier.

“Now the last one.”

This time Lacey waited helplessly for the shock that convulsed her. When it was over, she dared to hope Debbie was done with her for now.

“You squirm and squeak in such a lovely way. Very responsive. That should play well for the audience.”

“Audience?” Lacey repeated hoarsely.

“Oh, yes, couldn’t you tell you’re on a sound stage? We stream over the internet to subscribers, and of course the client whose slave you will be wants to watch every detail of your training.”

The knowledge that others would see her violation was shocking. She knew exactly how she looked because of the mirror. Vulnerable, flushed, with her exposed pink pussy lips swollen around the horrible device that penetrated her.

Suddenly, she felt a new sensation. Debbie had done something to the probe, and it was swelling inside Lacey with a pneumatic hiss. The probe had started out slim, like a finger. Now it was thick enough to put pleasant pressure on the walls of her cunt. Lacey could feel unwanted wetness flowing in response.

Debbie was watching her. “Yes, you’re the kind of slut who likes to have her cunt filled, aren’t you?”

Lacey fought to show no reaction. *I’m an actor, damn it. I’ll just pretend nothing is happening. I’m not going to give them the satisfaction.* But the probe continued to swell, pressing and stretching the walls of her cunt. Lacey gasped at the first pangs of real pain. It was too big! Was Debbie planning to burst her cunt? There was nothing Lacey could do to stop her, she realized.

Finally, the probe stopped getting bigger. Her cunt was stretched so tight she could feel her pulse beating hard around the probe. Even the slightest twitch sent a dart of pain through her. Lacey breathed shallowly so as not to jostle the probe.

Debbie checked a gauge. “Yes, I think that’s it for now. Eventually we’ll have you stretched to your physiological maximum.” She pressed on Lacey’s abdomen with her palm, feeling for the probe from the outside. Lacey bit her lip so she wouldn’t react to the resulting twinges.

Debbie’s hand slid lower, stroking Lacey’s clit. The girth of the device inside her had pulled the hood of her clitoris taut until the swollen nub stood out, red and unprotected from Debbie’s caresses. Lacey felt a wave of despair as Debbie stroked her clit, because it felt good. Very good.

Lacey didn’t want it to feel good. She closed her eyes and tried to distract herself with the least erotic things she could think of. Times tables. Taking out the trash.

“You like this, don’t you, Lacey?” Debbie’s voice interrupted her internal recitation. “This is what you want, what you tell yourself you can’t have. In the night, when you’re alone, you dream of a woman’s touch. It’s a woman’s soft skin you crave to feel against yours.”

Lacey’s eyes popped open. “No! That’s not true.” Of course it was, but she had been hiding for years to protect her career prospects.

“Oh, dear, it’s no good trying to lie about it. We’re going to strip away all that, and the fact that you’re a lesbian is the least of the dark desires we’re going to expose in you. It does make it a little easier that you’ve been so repressed, though.” The pressure of Debbie’s fingers became insistent as she milked them along the shaft of Lacey’s clit. At the end of each stroke, she swirled a fingertip over the tip.

Lacey’s hips were rolling without her consent. The probe still filled her vagina, but it no longer hurt. Juices seeped out around it. Debbie leaned down and tenderly kissed Lacey on the inner thigh.

Lacey thought she heard a voice, not Debbie’s, say “Come for me, Lacey.” And she came.

She had never come with something so large inside her. Her cunt muscles tried to grip, but they had little range of motion. Held wide open, she felt as if pleasure was pouring out of her. She was just a conduit for the sensation that flowed through her like water gushing through a pipe. “Nooo….” Her protest trailed off into a moan.

When the orgasm finally released her, she lay sweating and panting in her bonds.

“Now that you’re relaxed….” Debbie said. She looked into Lacey’s eyes and pressed a button. The probe swelled a tiny bit more, just enough to force a flinch from her victim.

Lacey tried to hide her relief when the probe finally began to shrink down inside her. Debbie removed it from Lacey’s aching cunt and set it aside. *She’s enjoying getting a reaction from me, and so are the people watching. She caught me by surprise and made me come. I won’t give it to them again.*

Her resolve was tested when she felt Debbie spreading lube on her asshole. *Oh, God, I’ve never had anything in there! She can’t!* Lacey was surprised at how sensitive the area around her anus was. While she could keep her face impassive, she couldn’t keep her anus from puckering in response to a circling fingertip. Then she felt the cold tip of another probe. A sob battered at the back of Lacey’s throat, but she pushed it down.

“This really will hurt less if you relax,” Debbie said. “But I’m going to shove it in your ass no matter what.”

Lacey tried to relax, she really did. But the probe still felt painful and foreign as it entered her virgin ass.

Debbie gave her a minute to accustom herself to its presence. She toyed with Lacey’s nipples, rolling and stretching them. “I’m not the first woman to touch your breasts like this, am I?” she taunted.

“I’m not a lesbian. Everyone knows I’m dating Logan Ferris.” Lacey said through clenched teeth. The pain in her rectum was fading slowly.

“Yes, your oh-so-public love affair with the dashing Mr. Ferris. You should have chosen a more discreet beard. He’s been seen in the back room at the Manhole.”

*That bastard!* After he’s insisted she give up her “personal trainer,” Naomi, because it was too risky.

“Lacey, do you know what you need to do for me now?”

Lacey had a horrible feeling that she did; Debbie wanted to repeat the training regimen in her other hole. She didn’t answer.

Smack! Debbie slapped Lacey’s pussy. “Answer me, slave.”

“Yes,” Lacey squeaked.

“Then do it. Clamp down.” Debbie forced her through the strengthening routine. She only applied the electrical current twice, but each time the shock had Lacey cramping painfully hard around the probe.

When the probe started to dilate her ass, Lacey couldn’t stop the tears running down her face. It reached painful pressure quickly, but she was horribly afraid that new wetness was flowing from her cunt in response.

“What a tight little hole you’ve got there,” Debbie remarked. “It may take a while longer to pry that open. Don’t worry, though. We’ll stretch it as wide as it can go before we turn you over to the client.”

Debbie produced a vibrator. Lacey broke her promise to herself and begged. “Please, no. Don’t!” She couldn’t bear the humiliation of having everyone see her orgasm again.

“Begging from slaves is always welcome,” Debbie said. “But not often effective.” She pressed the vibrator to Lacey’s clit.

Lacey’s body tensed immediately, pulling the probe even deeper into her ass. She could feel another orgasm building in spite of herself. Just before her climax started, she heard the voice again– a recording? “Come for me, Lacey.”

“Stop,” she whispered hopelessly.

Debbie didn’t stop, and a wave of pleasure crashed over Lacey. The spasms of her orgasm fucked her ass with the probe.

The orgasm passed, and Debbie dilated the probe to force Lacey’s ass open a tiny amount more. Afterwards, Lacey lay devastated, staring at her disheveled reflection as Debbie removed the probes and sprayed her clean with warm water.

“I’m glad to see you enjoyed that training session, little slut,” Debbie said. “Since you’re going to start every day this way until we get you to peak strength and dilation on both holes.” She leaned forward and spoke softly in Lacey’s ear, her breasts brushing Lacey’s. “That means I get to violate you like this dozens and dozens of times.”

Mera felt like a sack of potatoes as she was bounced around on a horse at full gallop with Kadar’s arm tightly around her waist. She had been sleeping peacefully in her bed when she felt Kadar’s hand cover her mouth and his body pinning her down.

“If you breathe a word, you die,” he whispered into her ear. “Do you understand?” he asked as she nodded, tears already streaming down her face. “Good. You’re father will pay handsomely to have you back,” he laughed.

With that, he forced her out of her castle without even letting her put something over her thin, white nightgown. Kadar had no trouble leaving the palace, clearly having planned out this kidnapping in advance since all the guards that would have been there were knocked out cold. Mera also suspected that Kadar had not acted alone, which was revealed as true as they entered the woods just outside the gates of her home.

There were six other men and about a dozen horses several yards into the dense woods, waiting for their leader. Mera felt so exposed in only her nightgown as the men eyed her with lecherous intentions. She thought she would be given her own mount since there were so many horses, but of course, it would have been all to easy for her to escape, so Kadar forced her in front of him where he could ensure she couldn’t escape.

They rode hard for several hours, covering a lot of ground before the sky started to lighten. Mera had still yet to utter a single word, this whole journey, fearing what would happen if she did. It was incredibly hard not to protest the indignities Kadar objected her too, though, but every time she felt like saying something, she just closed her eyes and bit her lip, praying this was all just a horrible dream. She knew it was not, though. Kadar was proof of that.

Throughout the ride, Mera was painfully aware of her lack of clothing. She was forced to sit astride Kadar’s horse instead of side saddle as she was used to. This was painful enough because of how large his mount was between her legs and there was only her thin cotton underwear between her and the saddle, but her nightgown was also pushed up to her thighs, exposing her legs to the cold night air and the eyes of Kadar’s men. There was also nothing holding her large breasts and it was painful as they bounced with the horses gait. Because of this, she was almost thankful when Kadar grabbed them, because they no longer bounced painfully, but the indignity was too much.

As dawn approached, Kadar and his men slowed their pace, allowing the horses to rest a bit. Mera would have been glad at this slowed pace, but it allowed Kadars hands more freedom as he could guide his horse with just his knees.

He grabbed her breast in full now, groping. “These are quite beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. “It’s a pity, they’re wasted on a little virgin princess like yourself.”

Mera whimpered slightly as he kneaded her soft flesh, but she quickly stopped when it caused him to dig his nails into her tender breasts. After a while, he let go of her, and Mera wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but forced it back. Kadar placed his hands on the bottom of her thighs, where her nightgown ended and started to pull up the only thing covering her sore legs. As he did this, Mera tried not to wince, but to no avail.

“You’re not used to having such a thick beast between your legs are you?” Kadar laughed. Knowing he wanted an answer, she shook her head slightly, still not daring to speak. “Well, that’s not the only beast you’ll have between your legs by the end of the day,” Kadar smiled evilly.

Mera didn’t quite understand what he meant, but she knew it would not be good, especially when she felt him completely uncover her thighs and move his hand between her legs. His fingers worked their way under her underwear and started to make slow circles, causing Mera to jump slightly. She had never felt anything like this before and she wanted him to stop, but had not idea how, she was completely in his power.

After a while, Kadar stopped the slow circles, but before Mera could rejoice, he had stuck a finger up inside her. “You little whore,” Kadar spat in her ear. “You’re enjoying this. You should feel how wet you are.” Mera didn’t understand what he meant, but she couldn’t think about it for long because soon he had stuck another finger inside her, pumping them in and out. This second finger was painful and he didn’t keep it in for long. “I don’t want to loosed you up too much,” he explained. “I like me a tight virgin pussy milking my cock.”

He soon removed the other finger as well, but he started up the slow circles again, pinching at the flesh down there, causing her to squirm. It wasn’t long before she felt something building inside her and he seemed to feel it too, because he stopped suddenly. “We can’t have you cumming yet,” he told her. “I bet you’ve never even had an orgasm before, is that right?”

Mera nodded this time, confirming his guess, even though she still did not know what he was talking about.

“That’s just sad, an 18 year old princess like yourself and you don’t know anything about sex.”

By midday they were far enough away from Mera’s home that Kadar felt safe enough to call for a halt. His men made a quick camp to eat and rest. They set up only one tent several horse lengths away from the camp. This was clearly for Kadar, since it was only big enough to hold a few people, not the whole group. Kadar didn’t allow Mera to eat much before dragging her into the tent. The bottom of the tent was made up of a few blankets, but they were so thin, Mera could still feel every rock underneath them when she was thrown to the ground.

Mera barely had time to catch her breath and look at her surroundings before Kadar was on top of her, pushing up her nightgown and pawing at her breasts.

“Please,” she begged quietly, the first time she had spoken since she was taken. “I must remain chaste.”

Instead of slapping her as she had expected, he merely laughed cruelly, “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

A single tear slid down Mera’s cheek as Kadar removed her nightgown completely leaving her bare save for her thin underwear. To her horror, he lowered his mouth to her breasts, sucking and nibbling on them, making her nipples hard from the attention. As he did this, his hand travelled back down to the place between her legs and he started making slow circles again, reminding her of of the feeling that had built inside her before.

It wasn’t long before he stopped his ministrations and his head travelled down to the place between her legs, confusing her. She yelped slightly when she felt his tongue licking her and darting in and out of inside her. It didn’t take much of this attention to bring the feeling of something building inside her back, but as soon as that started, he sensed it and stopped.

“I told you, I can’t have you cumming yet,” he laughed. With that he began undressing himself and Mera’s eyes widened in shock when she saw what lay between his legs. She knew men were different down there as she had seen the bulges in the trousers of the men back home, but she had no idea that his giant, reddish purple, thing would be what was hidden. “Do you like my cock?” Kadar asked, seeing where Mera’s eyes were transfixed. “You can touch it if you want,” he laughed, grabbing her hand and guiding it down to his rock hard member.

Mera was shocked to feel how hard and how hot it was. Kadar wrapped her hand around it and started working it up and down the shaft, causing her shock to be replaced by shame and guilt at her fascination.

“Get up on your knees,” Kadar ordered her and she obeyed quickly, albeit reluctantly. He kept her hand on his cock as he stood, positioning it right in front of her face, making her eyes widen once again. “Now put it in your mouth,” he instructed her, “suck my cock.”

Mera wanted to protest, she surely could not fit it inside her mouth, her hand had barely fit around it and it was as long as her forearm, but his cock was rubbing against her lips and as soon as she opened her mouth to say something, he shoved it inside, choking her slightly.

“I don’t want to feel any teeth whatsoever,” he told her. “If I do, you won’t like the consequences.” Mera understood and made sure to keep her mouth wide open as he pumped his throbbing member in and out of her mouth. With every thrust, he went deeper into her throat and she kept trying to push him out as she couldn’t breath, but the more she fought, the deeper he went and the longer he held her in place. Finally she had the whole thing down her throat and he could see the bulge of his cock in her throat. Now he taught her how to suck and lick it, bobbing her head up and down to give him the maximum pleasure. She really was a fast learner, he thought, groaning in pleasure.

It was a good thing he had plenty of self control or he would not have lasted long at all. He was also glad that at how quickly he could recover because it allowed him to empty his first load in her mouth to watch as she was forced to swallow. She was barely done cleaning him before he was at full attention again. This time, he positioned his cock outside of her pussy, rubbing up and down before plunging in.

Mera cried out in pain, she had never had anything inside of her before and Kadar was so big. He had hoped it bury his cock all the way in her, but she was so tight that he only made it halfway before taking it all the way out and shoving roughly back in, causing her to cry out again, tears flowing freely down her face now. “Damn this pussy is so tight!” Kadar said. “I don’t know how long I can last with you milking my cock like that.” He kept thrusting into her as hard as he could, burying himself completely inside her. Mera was glad that at least he could go no further as he rubbed her insides raw.

It wasn’t long before she became accustomed to his size and the pain started to turn to pleasure and for the third time that day, she felt something building inside her. Determined to feel this orgasm Kadar had been talking about, she thrust her hips with his, intensifying the sensation.

Kadar noticed this and stopped immediately. “I told you, you don’t get to cum until I allow you to. Just for this little display, I’ll have to punish you,” he told her. Secretly he was thrilled that she was giving in and fucking him back, but he jumped at the excuse to violate her further. He pulled out of her and flipped her over, pulling her hips up to him. He entered her a few time from behind, just to get a bit more of her pussy juice on his cock before positioning his dick at her tiny asshole.

As soon as Mera felt where Kadar had moved his cock, she squirmed relentlessly, hoping he didn’t really mean to enter her there. Kadar smacked her bottom hard, leaving a mark. “The more you move, the more this will hurt,” Kadar told her. “Now just relax because my dick is going in here no matter what.”

Mera lay still, resigned to her fate as Kadar pushed slowly into her tiny asshole. She winced in pain, trying not to cry out, but failing miserably.

Kadar was surprised at how small her asshole really was. He could barely get the tip of his cock inside, but he was determined and slowly, he got the whole thing inside and began to slowly pump in and out. Her tight ass would have made him cum immediately if he hadn’t already came once already. He managed to hold off his orgasm, though, as his pace quickened, loosening her up. It wasn’t long before Mera’s whimpers turned to moans, arousing him further. While he pumped in and out of her, he grabbed her breasts again, pulling her towards him and driving into her even harder, making her moan even louder. He grinned, knowing his men could probably hear her. In order to make sure they could, he reached his hand down and started circling her clit as he had done before. This did the trick and her moans intensified, leaving Kadar no doubt that his men would hear her.

“Do you want to cum?” Kadar whispered in her ear. “Do you want to feel how amazing it is to orgasm?”

“Yes,” Mera whispered quietly, still ashamed of what she was doing.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear that,” Kadar told her, stopping his circles and pulling all the way out of her before thrusting back into her with all his force.

“Please,” Mera screamed, for the whole camp to hear. “Fuck me! Let me cum! I’ll do anything if you just let me cum!”

“That’s a good slut,” Kadar laughed as he drove into her as fast as he could while pinching her clit hard. He felt her ass tighten around his cock as her orgasm hit her, making him unload in her ass.

Mera felt amazing as waves of pleasure washed over her, almost causing her to pass out. She almost protested when she felt Kadar remove his cock, but she remembered her situation and held her tongue. All she wanted to do was collapse onto the ground and fall asleep, but Kadar roughly grabbed her, dragging her to her feet.

She didn’t have the strength to fight him as he dragged her, naked with his cum dripping out of her ass, out of the tent and into the middle of the camp where all eyes were raking over her.

“A good leader shares the spoils, right men?” Kadar asked the camp. They all cheered, agreeing with him as Mera realized what he meant.

“No, please, no!” she protested, begging him.

“I let you cum,” Kadar reminded her. “You said you would do anything if I let you have an orgasm.”

“Anything, but this,” Mera tried to reason with him, but he wasn’t having it.

“I can’t deny my men their turn,” he told her. “A leader that doesn’t share, gets killed.” With that he threw her to the ground in front of his men and walked off, back to his tent.

He barely reached it before the men were undressed with their hands all over her and a cock in every one of her holes, building her back up to another orgasm.

Chapter 16. A slave tries to escape, and Lacey is forced to help punish her. *Don’t read this if sexual brutality (albeit fictional) is not to your taste.*

The ship pitched and rolled in the grip of a storm. Lacey huddled in her cabin, flinching as each plume of spray battered the porthole. She was locked in for the night. The sound of the wind howling around the superstructure, and the ominous creaking of the ship itself had woken her.

“It’s a big ship,” she told herself. “It can handle a storm.” But this was the first big storm they had encountered in her time on the Desiderata. This violent motion was nothing like the ordinary sway of the sea beneath the hull, which she had almost stopped noticing.

She peeked out the porthole, but there was nothing but blackness, punctuated by a few glitters of the ship’s lights on the waves.

*Is the ship supposed to groan like this?* she wondered. *Or is something wrong?*

She tried the door handle. It was locked, like always. A bubble of panic rose from her belly to her throat. She remembered stories of the Titanic, how the third class passengers had been locked belowdecks with no chance to evacuate. *Would they leave us to die if something went wrong?* Given how she and the other slaves had been treated… well, she doubted Mistress Angie wanted to explain it to the Coast Guard.

Lacey pounded on the door and shouted, but she knew no one would hear her over the storm. It was useless. She sat curled with her back against the door, cradling her bruised hands against her belly. Her captors were as implacable and uncaring as the storm.

She cowered on the floor for a seemingly interminable interval, until the storm finally slackened and she collapsed bonelessly onto her bed.

The storm’s aftermath disrupted the usually invariable routines of the ship the next day. Ordinarily, Lacey was the only slave in the gym during her workout. Slaves were kept apart as much as possible. Today, she and Eva were both working out at the same time. To spare personnel for damage control and cleanup, Eleanor was supervising both of them.

It was a strength-training day. Lacey was cuffed nude to a bench with a padded bar for leg-lifts. Eleanor had inserted a smooth, stainless steel buttplug into Lacey’s ass before seating her on the bench. Every time she lifted the weighted bar with her legs, the plug pushed deep into her ass. Clamping down on it with her sphincter helped keep it from drilling deeper, but either way the sensation was intense.

Eva, also naked, had been set up nearby to do pectoral exercises. Her arms were cuffed to the padded arm bars. She was supposed to swing the bars to meet in front of her, from their wide positions near her shoulders. The bars were attached by pulleys to weights for added resistance. A fairly simple exercise, had not the woman’s nipples been attached by chains to the bars. Eva’s dark nipples, cruelly clamped, were pulled out painfully when the bars were in the resting position at the sides.

The exercise session was punctuated by grunts and whimpers as Eva and Lacey struggled with the perverted exercises. Lacey could see sweat beading on Eva’s smooth brown skin, and wondered whether it was from pain or exertion. Or arousal. Lacey couldn’t separate the sensations in her own body, either.

Eleanor’s phone rang. “Yes?…Can’t Michael fix it?…Alright, I think I know what’s wrong. I’ll be there in five.”

Closing the phone, she glared at the two slaves. “One of our satellite uplinks isn’t working. No internet streaming means you’re not earning us any money, so you’d better hope I can get it up again. You lazy sluts keep working on your exercises. I expect to find you sweating like pigs when I come back, or you’ll be sorry.” She slammed the door behind her.

Cuffed to the exercise machines, Eva and Lacey were unable to take advantage of her absence to make themselves more comfortable. Eva broke the silence. “We have to get off this ship.”

Lacey gave a bitter little laugh. “You think most of us wouldn’t love to escape? But we’re trapped.”

“We’ve got to go,” Eva argued, struggling to keep the padded bars in front of her to lessen the tension on her nipples. “If the ship had gone down in that storm, do you think they’d have let us on the lifeboats?”

Lacey couldn’t argue with that; she’d been thinking the same dark thoughts. “It’s easy to say we have to get away, but how?”

Eva couldn’t hold the bars any longer. She gasped sharply as the chains pulled her nipples sideways. “I know where the lifeboats are, and I found a safety guide that explains how to lower them. The next time we’re near land, we can get in them and head for the shore. Or get rescued by another boat. My room usually isn’t locked at night; I’d come get you out, and anyone else who wants to go. There are two winches, so it’s at least a two person job.”

Lacey had abandoned any pretense of doing leg lifts, but she felt her ass clench around the plug. “That’s crazy! We could be off the coast of anywhere. *If* you got picked up at all, your ‘rescuers’ might be Somali pirates. A bunch of naked women arrive in a lifeboat? There’s a lot of places in the world where we could be jumping from the frying pan to the fire.”

Eva wrestled with the bars, trying to relieve her tortured nipples. “Worse than this? Hah.”

“Lowering a boat isn’t quiet. A big ship like this could just run over a lifeboat if they noticed us,” Lacey argued.

Eva didn’t answer. She had managed to bring the bars together in front of her again, and she clasped her hands to keep them there.

“Ron tried to sneak into the radio room a few weeks ago,” Lacey said. “Did you see him after they caught him?”

Eva bit her lip. “Yes,” she said in a low voice.

“I don’t know what they did to him, but he doesn’t talk now. Won’t look at anyone. Flinches at every noise. He’s like an animal. There’s no one there behind his eyes. I think they’re only keeping him around as an example. I don’t want to end up like that, Eva.”

“That’s all the more reason to run away,” Eva insisted.

“No. I won’t betray you, but I won’t be a part of your plan.” Lacey’s voice sounded more decisive than she felt.

“You’re making a mistake,” Eva said. Then the grip of her sweaty hands slipped, and she screamed at the sudden, vicious tug on her nipples.

Reminded, Lacey did a couple of quick leg-lifts just in time to be properly breathless when Eleanor returned.

Two days later, Mistress Angie interrupted Lacey’s lunch. “Get up, slut, and take off that robe. We’re going to a meeting.”

*A meeting?* Lacey couldn’t imagine what that meant, but Mistress Angie’s mouth was set grimly. Lacey wouldn’t risk angering her with questions. She rose and followed her mistress, naked.

They arrived in a large room, the largest Lacey had seen so far on the ship. Arrayed in a rough circle were the staff, masters, and mistresses, about ten in all. Inside the circle were naked slaves, several women and a man. Angie pushed Lacey toward the center, then took her own place around the edge.

Quiet weeping drew Lacey’s eyes. Eva knelt in front of Debbie, her mistress, who held her tightly by the hair.

Debbie cleared her throat. “Now that we’re all here…. This ungrateful slut was caught planning to escape. She tried to corrupt another slave to help her in this plot.”

Lacey’s heart pounded *Oh, no! I knew I should have reported her. Now we’re both screwed!*

But Debbie’s eyes fell on one of the other female slaves. “Who very admirably informed her master. Rest assured, Jeanne will be well rewarded.” Jeanne’s fair skin colored, but Lacey couldn’t tell if it was from pride or shame.

“We have decided that it would be fitting and amusing to allow all the slaves currently on the ship to administer the first phase of Eva’s punishment,” Debbie continued.

Lacey gasped, appalled.

“So we’re going to turn her over to you for two hours. You can do whatever you want with her, as long as it doesn’t leave lasting marks. Think of it as your chance to be dominant for a change. There are a wide variety of implements at your disposal.”

Murmurring broke out among the stunned slaves. Tugging at Eva’s black ponytail, Debbie hauled the slave to her feet. She pulled the hair up over a high bar and fastened it to a ring on the wall below the bar, forcing Eva’s body to stretch up and back. The lines of Eva’s body were taut, from below her uptilted chin, down her exposed throat, over her flat belly, and along her straining legs. Her breasts stood high on her outthrust chest.

“Perhaps Jeanne would like the honor of going first,” Debbie said, handing the blond woman a crop. Hesitantly, Jeanne snapped it across Eva’s belly. Eva flinched. Jeanne struck again, harder.

“Better. Well, what are the rest of you waiting for?”

Three of the other slaves chose various implements– paddles, electrical “snappers,” floggers. Jeanne had become emboldened to move her blows from Eva’s belly to her breasts, and Eva cried out as a stroke found a nipple. The other slaves joined in, beating her with the paddle, shocking her, heedless of her pleas for mercy.

Only Lacey and one other female slave hung back. Mistress Angie came over to Lacey. “You can join in, or you can share her punishment,” she said. Lacey shivered. Angie handed Lacey a cane. “I think she’d look good with some stripes.”

Lacey’s hand closed reluctantly around the cane. As if in a daze, she walked over to the group around Eva. They seemed almost frenzied, drunk with the unaccustomed power to inflict pain instead of suffer it. Jeanne in particular seemed to be enjoying herself. Her eyes shone as she attacked Eva’s tender breasts with the crop.

The man with the flogger moved aside to give Lacey access. Lacey raised the cane and brought it down toward Eva’s butt. Even though she tried to move gently, the whistle as it passed through the air seemed like the loudest noise in the room. Eva seemed too stunned to react to the first blow. But she shrieked at the second.

“Harder,” Mistress Angie demanded. “Prove you mean it. I want to see some welts.” Lacey obeyed, cringing with every stroke and trying to hit just hard enough to leave a pink wheal on the light brown skin. She moved slowly, spreading out her blows along Eva’s butt and the backs of her thighs to try to avoid hitting the same place twice.

Mistress Angie caught Lacey’s hand on an upswing. “You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself, my pet.”

Lacey looked at Eva, who alternately screamed and begged hoarsely. *That could easily have been me.* She said nothing.

“I think you need some encouragement. Spread your legs.” Angie fastened one of the remote-controlled butterfly vibes over Lacey’s clit. A sick feeling started in the pit of Lacey’s stomach.

“Go on, back to work,” Angie gave her a little shove towards Eva.

This time, when Lacey raised the cane, Angie activated the vibrator. Her clit throbbed in pleasure. She brought the cane down harder than she’d intended, eliciting a howl from Eva.

The vibrator cut off. Lacey sucked in a breath, then raised the cane again. She was prepared this time for the pulse she received on her clit as the cane whistled down, but it was still deeply disturbing to be given pleasure for hurting someone.

But it was unthinkable to volunteer for such punishment as Eva was receiving. Lacey had no other choice but to participate. Each blow earned her a buzz from the vibe, until her inner thighs were coated with arousal and Eva was covered with welts from ass to knee.

Debbie’s voice cut across the room. “You’d better stop for now and try something else. We don’t want her to pass out and miss any of the fun.”

The slaves lowered the implements of torture, some with more reluctance than others. Lacey put the cane back on a rack eagerly, despite the throbbing in her clit that demanded satisfaction. The vibrator lay still.

Debbie released Eva’s hair from the ring, and Eva collapsed to the floor and lay there sobbing. “You’ve still got plenty of time left,” Debbie remarked. “It’s quite an opportunity, being given free rein. I suggest you not waste it.”

“We can really do anything we want to her?” asked the lone male slave.

“Yes, Henry,” said a woman Lacey presumed was his mistress. “As long as it doesn’t leave a scar. Physically, that is.” She smiled nastily.

Henry smiled back. “I’ve never had a woman’s ass before,” he said, his cock swelling visibly at the thought. Lacey could well understand why no woman had permitted him to penetrate her anally; even in this mostly flaccid state, his penis was the thickest she’d ever seen. His mistress had probably selected him in part for his girth. But, while such size might be a pleasant stretch vaginally, most women would never enjoy it in their rectum.

“Free rein,” Debbie repeated. “Her ass has been trained; you won’t actually damage it, whatever it feels like to her.” She chuckled. Eva whimpered.

Jeanne pulled Eva up to her knees. “Let’s be nice and let her lube him up with her mouth first.” She grabbed a ring gag from a rack.

Eva shook her head frantically, her mouth clamped shut. Jeanne held her nostils closed until Eva was forced to open her mouth, then shoved the ring in, buckling it behind her head.

Eva’s mouth was stretched in an open “O,” her lips taut around the circumference of the ring. It made her look like a blow-up sex doll. She moaned despairingly through the hole.

Jeanne held Eva by the shoulders as Henry put his hardening cock into Eva’s mouth. Drool ran down Eva’s chin. “Look,” Debbie said, “my slut wants it so bad she’s salivating.”

“That’s right, get my cock nice and hard so I can rape your ass,” Henry said. He thrust farther into her mouth, nudging the back of her throat with the head of his penis. He withdrew, thrust again.

Jeanne slapped Eva on the back of the head, and Henry’s thick cock slid all the way down her throat. He groaned loudly as her throat spasmed around him in protest. She gasped for breath when he finally pulled out. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the drool on her chin.

Henry pushed back in slowly, grabbing her by the hair and forcing his now rock-hard cock in all the way to the base.

“Swirl your tongue around and spread spit on that shaft,” Jeanne advised. “That’s all the lube you’re going to get.”

By the way Henry’s eyes rolled up, Eva must have complied. He only pulled back when she turned red from lack of air. Her breath gusted through the gag.

“Mmmm, again,” Henry sighed. His glistening cock disappeared into her mouth once more. The muscles in his legs were trembling with pleasure.

Suddenly, he pulled out and slapped Eva. Her head rocked to the side. “You little bitch. You’re trying to make me come with your mouth to save your asshole. That’s not going to work.”

He strode over to the wall and grabbed a low, padded table, bringing it back to the center of the circle of onlookers.

“Take off the gag,” Debbie said. “I want to see her face clearly when you take her ass.”

Jeanne unstrapped the gag. Eva worked her jaw a few times, trying to uncramp it.

“How do we know a slut like this one won’t enjoy having a fat cock up her ass?” one of other mistresses called out. “This is supposed to be a punishment after all.”

“Good point.” Jeanne surveyed the items available on the racks. “Here’s a solution.” She selected an item shaped roughly like a little pineapple, covered with studs that came to dull points. “We’ll shove this up her snatch.”

Lacey winced. The studs might look blunt, but she knew the pressure of a cock in Eva’s ass would exert bruising force against such a cruel object in her cunt. And if she orgasmed… the contractions would be excruciating. Two other female slaves held Eva’s legs apart while Jeanne forced the object into her cunt. Despite the circumstances and her obvious pain, Eva’s cunt was lubricating. *They have twisted us to be turned on by abuse and rape,* Lacey thought.

“Bend her over the little table,” Henry directed. Jeanne and another woman pulled Eva down across the padded surface, her knees on the floor. They held her arms to keep her in place.

“No,” Mistress Angie spoke. “You, Lacey. You hold her down while he violates her ass. It will be a valuable lesson for you.”

Lacey gulped unhappily. Her body felt heavy as she walked over to kneel in front of Eva. She grasped the hispanic woman’s forearms. *I wish she wouldn’t look at me.* Eva’s gaze was direct, her dark eyes pleading and accusing.

Henry positioned himself behind Eva. Fully erect, his cock looked impossibly thick. “Please,” Eva whispered. All Lacey could do was grasp her arms more firmly. She knew what it felt like to be fucked in the ass against her will, but she was helpless to stop this.

Eva’s eyes widened as she felt the broad head of Henry’s penis against her sphincter. “Oh, God.”

He pushed steadily, stretching the ring of muscle until it bent to his will. Eva moaned; his cock must have felt like it was burning its way in. Suddenly, with an almost audible snap, the head of his penis breached her asshole. His groan of pleasure mingled with her sound of pain. Her hands clenched hard on Lacey’s forearms.

Lacey couldn’t tear her eyes from Eva’s face. She could see every tiny movement of Henry’s cock reflected in the woman’s expressive features.

Henry paused, savoring the moment or allowing Eva time to adjust to his girth. Then he grabbed her hips and began sinking himself slowly deeper into her unwilling body. Lacey could tell by Eva’s wince exactly when the indirect pressure of his cock began to squeeze the studded punishment toy that filled Eva’s cunt.

Then Lacey’s attention was abruptly diverted back to her own body. The butterfly vibe, which she had almost forgotten, began to buzz gently on her clitoris. “No,” she whispered. She did not want to enjoy Eva’s rape. But, as usual, Mistress Angie didn’t care what her slave wanted. Lacey’s clit swelled. The vibrations continued until Henry’s pelvis hit Eva’s ass.

Eva cried out as he made contact with the welts on her buttocks. “Oh, that’s good,” Henry said. “Tighter than anything I’ve ever felt. Clench down like that again.” He slapped her tender ass to make her muscles tighten around his shaft. Eva gasped.

“If you don’t want me to smack you again, clamp down and milk my cock with your ass,” Henry said unsympathetically. Eva obeyed, and his face went slack with pleasure as she used her highly conditioned muscles on him. She whimpered; Lacey knew the punishment toy was bruising the inside of her cunt with each contraction.

“Ah, that’s enough. Don’t want to come too soon.” Henry pulled out until only the head of his cock was still inside Eva’s tight tunnel. He took his time driving himself back in, revelling in the sensation. Eva’s fingers were digging into Lacey’s arms, but Lacey hardly noticed because the vibrator had started again, coinciding with Henry’s thrust.

Lacey bit her lip. Had Eva noticed the vibrator through her own distress? Did she know Lacey was being forced to enjoy Eva’s violation?

The vibrator cut off. Henry’s cock was jammed in all the way. “You know, I wonder if a woman’s ass clenches the way her cunt does when she comes,” he said, playing with the hair at the back of Eva’s neck.

Eva shut her eyes. “Please, no.”

“But a considerate lover should make sure his woman comes,” Henry taunted. “This might be my one chance to have a woman’s ass, and I want to do it right.” He looked over at Jeanne. “Give me one of the plug-in vibes.”

With his cock still buried in her ass, Henry reached under Eva to press the blunt end of the powerful vibe to her clit. Then he switched it on.

Every tendon and muscle in Eva’s body stood out. She was struggling not to come, understood that to come was to suffer as her bruised cunt closed repeatedly on the studded toy.

Ronnie leaned back in her task chair and watched the poor tattooed girl struggle against her repeated violation. She would scream and moan, struggling against her bondage even as she felt her hips begin to betray her to the rhythmic purring of the sybian. Ronnie’s head snapped back – she was exhausted. None of them had slept in almost 48 hours – since before the recruiting event. She set the alarm on her phone for 2 hours and leaned back again, drifting away to the black and white image of the girl jerking around on the screen in front of her.

Maribel Garza was in her third week of working at the drive thru at McDonalds, and well, it sucked. She was cute, average height and thin with a pleasant round face and large brown eyes. Her pants tightly hugged her round ass. Needless to say, Maribel got a lot of attention. Most of the other women who worked at the restaurant were pushing three bills. “I swear I’m going to throw coffee on the next guy who asks ‘Can I get some fries with that shake?’” after rejecting another unwanted suitor at the window.

“Um, sir, you might think that your 1987 Mustang with a different color door is sexy, but you’d be the only one, ” she snapped back. Maribel hated the late shift because it was slow; not the kind of slow where she could finish her English homework, but the kind of slow that was just busy enough to keep you from doing anything to relieve the monotony of the modern fast food restaurant. They didn’t really make anything there, not that she did anyway; all she had to do was repeat the order, and ask if they’d like a larger drink or fries.

Her best friend’s father owned the restaurant, and got her the job, but she swore the manager hated her for the imposition. “That bitch hates me because she’s so fat.” So Maribel had spent her first three weeks working the late night shift. It wasn’t all bad, though. Sometimes a hot guy would show up.

Ronnie drifted further away into sleep – -she was fully dreaming now. That night Lance, the quarterback of the football team had walked in; 6’2″, legs built like a tree trunk, he had wavy, sandy blond hair with bangs that just covered his deep blue eyes. He was a dream but she was sure he didn’t even know who she was, even though she sat right behind him in English.

“I’d like a #2, with a coke,” Lanced drawled out. “Hey, do I know you?”

“My name’s Maribel,” she choked out, shyly looking away. “I sit behind you in Mr. Johnson’s English class.”

He touched the bottom of her chin with his index finger; it was hot and rough and felt good against the smooth skin of her face. He pulled her face around to meet his eyes. “You’re kind of cute. I wish you hadn’t been hiding this whole time – we graduate in a few weeks.”

She backed away slowly, almost tripping over the fryer. Maribel was flustered, in part because she was running the drive thru and the counter by herself, but mostly from the attention of this hulking mountain of manhood in front of her.

“Uh, here’s your burger,” she quivered.

“See ya in class, Maribel,” he clucked, rolling out the “R.” Lance and his buddies chuckled as they walked out the door. Maribel shook her head in disgust; she was still a virgin, not really out of principle but more because she was just too inexperienced to notice most chances to get with a guy, and too shy to act when she did.

“Hey, M. I’onna run across the street for a pack of camels. You ok here for a few minutes?” Tyrone yelled out to her as he was walking out the door.

“I guess,” she droned, knowing that he was already out of earshot. Tyrone did most of the food prep on the late shifts when she worked. He did smoke, but he was really probably headed over to the Chevron to fuck his girlfriend Keisha who should be closing up right now.

Most nights it didn’t piss her off to be left alone, but tonight she was glad for the break. It was slow so she sat down on her stool at the drive through. She looked around furtively to make sure she was alone. All she could think about was Lance, running her fingers through his sandy blond hair and over his bulging chest and biceps. She leaned back and closed her eyes and imagined his rough, warm hands rubbing her shoulders and arms, and gently cupping her breasts. She slid her right hand up her shirt and popped the cups of her bra off her breasts. Her 34Ds plopped out and hung freely. She started to gently twist and pull at her light brown nipples and they became firm. She pulled her hand out and licked the tip of her index finger and after pulling her shirt up to her neck rubbed the moistened tip in slow, gentle circles over her nipples.

She arched her back and neck and slipped her other hand down to her waist; unbuttoning her black dickies, she gently slid her hand between her soft cotton panties and her pubic hair, gently massaging her mound. She licked her finger again before going to back to her sex, not realizing the saliva was totally unnecessary as she imagined it was Lance’s massive hand instead of hers. Her juices started to flow as she gently rubbed the small button that was her clit. Her hips gently rocked back and forth as she slid first another and then another finger inside. As her pace picked up, her breathing and heart rate quickened and she began grabbing and tugging at her exposed breasts. She started with a faint, gentle moan and then as the wet stain began to grow in the crotch of her pants and her moans became loud cries. “Ohh! Yayayayay Uhh!”

Maribel was reaching climax when she began to feel she was no longer alone. At the instant she felt a hot breath on her chest, she flashed her eyes open. A tit one hand and the other three fingers deep inside her slit, he was staring at a bald middle aged man leaning out of a van window. Before she could say a word he had grabbed both of her shoulders, yelled out “I think this one has some potential!” to someone in the back of the van and pulled her through the drivers side window. The force of the pull knocked her hat and radio off her head, the headphones dangling on the window sill, and had pulled her pants down around her ankles. Maribel was effectively naked on her back in the man’s lap, her feet with her pants still hanging out the window.

“Sweetheart, my name’s Dirk. I’d love to help you finish up, but we’ve got other plans. Damn fine lagniappe for Mickey D’s though.” With that, Maribel saw a white handkerchief close in on her face. She smelled a faintly sweet, alcohol aroma before she blacked out. Dirk through her in the back of the van and they pulled away.

A woman’s voice echoed out of the back, “I’m still hungry. Let’s go somewhere else and get something to eat.”

“That’s fine,” Dirk grunted. “Just tie that bitch up and gag her this time. I don’t want her waking up before we get back to the warehouse.

“Ohh! Yayayayay Uhh! No No No Stop! No – Ohh! Yayayayay Uhh!”

Ronnie jerked awake. The moaning was only in her remembered dream. She looked down, and pulled her bra and shirt down and slid her fingers out of her sex. She wiped them off with a tissue that was on the desk.

Kirsten was screaming again; Ronnie had been asleep for about 90 minutes. Dirk had come in. He moved Kirsten’s hands from her side to locked in place above her head. He had also taken two small alligator clips to each of the girl’s swollen nipples and then tied them to rings on the ground, Already sore from piercing, the pain was excruciating.

“Sweetheart, this will help you with learning not to move so much,” he grunted as he kicked up the sybian to top speed. Kirsten’s eyes rolled back in her head and she started to pass out until she was kicked back up by the sharp pain in her nipples.

“Huh Huh Huh Huh Huh. NOOOOOOO! NOOOO! Oh, my god, stop!” She screamed, panting and crying. Dirk took another bottle of lube and squirted it between her legs.

“Just work that in. We’ll have you broken in no time. Believe me, you’re better off than what your friend is gonna get next door.” Kirsten’s eyes darted to his and they met intensely.

“Fuuuuhck Youuuuu.” She drug out. “I’m . …not going … to let you fuuuucck …. Either one Ah Ah Ah ah. Of us.” She could barely form the words.

“You shouldn’t have any fear of that slut, as much as I can see that you’d enjoy it.” Dirk dropped his pants; his dick hung freely but his nuts were gone. “I made that mistake a long time ago. Been on testosterone pills ever since. I’m compensated in … other ways.”

A solitary tear rolled down her cheek as the gravity of her situation began to sink in.

Ronnie was glued to the monitor from the other room; she was conflicted. Still, after more than a year and half with Lambda, she remained a virgin. Once a week she was examined by the sheihk’s physician, and would be win she got back to her suite on the 133rd floor of the Burj Dubai. Ironically, as a sex slave, she guarded her virginity more fiercely than she ever did as a high school student because now that was her ticket to protection. They could have her ass all they wanted but the minute she lost her virginity she would be “impure” and sent down to service the Indian and Filipino workers building Dubai’s office buildings. She hadn’t known anyone sent to that fate, but other girls in the Burj told her it was a one way trip.

Still, she longed to know what it felt like to be full inside her sex; now Kirsten was getting a crash course. But she also felt some guilt; Ronnie didn’t know Kirsten’s intended purpose but she had an idea of what lay ahead of the girl, and she herself had helped consign her to that fate.

She thought back to her own first days in that very room. Dirk’s gruff voiced barked out “Cut that bitch’s clothes off. What’s left of them, anyway.” A tall, athletic woman with short brown hair jumped into action and cut her shirt and pants off. “Then cut her loose and strap her face down, gag in the mouth with her ass up.”

“Yes, sir,” the woman snapped.

Maribel was constrained in what she would come to know as “the position,” face down with her pussy and ass exposed to the open air.

“Look at me.” She tried to look away. He roughly grabbed her chin and pulled her face toward hers. It was oddly similar to the same gesture Lance had given her, but his was soft, sweet and innocent; this was rough, brutal and full of malice.

“I don’t know what your name is and I don’t really give a shit. Your name is now Veronica and we own you. Now, you have nothing to fear. We’ve confirmed that you’re a virgin. Surprising given how much you enjoyed pleasing yourself at the window. I thought for sure you were a grade A slut. Maybe you are but just haven’t gotten there yet.

“But nevertheless, you’re intact and as long as you stay that way, you’ll have a special place in our organization. No one hear is going to try and fuck you as long as you behave. You’ve been selected by our leader to service his family as an ‘ass slut.’ Ever been fucked in the ass?”

Her eyes widened as they met his. She struggled to scream no, but her mouth was too full. She could barely even turn her head from side to side.

“Let me be clear. You belong to us now and there are two ways to do this. The easy way and the hard way. Most of you girls choose the hard way. I’d prefer if you would chose the easy way. So what do you choose?”

He stopped and bent down to her face. Sweat was starting to bead up around her forehead and mix with her tears as it ran down her cheeks. So many things rushed through her head. Sheikh? Ass slut? Where I am? What’s happening? Most girls? Are there others?”

“OK. Sorry you chose the hard way.”

“Mummmph! Mummph!” She screamed. He took the bright red ball out her mouth.

“Huh Huh Huh.” She panted. “Please don’t hurt me. I’ll do whatever you want. Please just let me mmph.” He shoved the gag back in.

“Well, I can’t do that sweetheart, but we can try easy if you want. Just don’t fight me on this. Alright, now this is going to hurt a little bit, but we’ll give you some time to get used to it.”

Veronica felt her legs spread slightly as her asshole was filled with a warm gel. She struggled slightly as she heard a latex glove snap onto the man’s wrist. He had hands almost as large as Lance’s but she never thought they could be used for what they were about to do. She felt his gloved finger poking at her rear hole, which clinched at the touch.

Slap! He gave her ass a hard slap. “Open up bitch. I thought you said you wanted the easy way.” She nodded, chocking back tears. Saliva was now starting to pour out of her mouth around the gag. She tried to release the sphincter in her ass, but she feared that she was going to poop.

“Shit’s not gonna come out.” Dirk growled. “They’re always afraid of shittin themselves; that’s why we put ‘em in ‘the position’ until they’re able to control it.” The tall brunette nodded.

It was some small manner of comfort that she was unlikely to embarrass herself further, if that was possible. She relaxed a little and his finger slipped in. She felt a fullness there as her ass kept trying to close around his finger.

“Damn, bitch. You keep trying to suck it in. If we can train you to use this muscle, the sheikh – and his sons—will be pleased.”

Sons? She thought. How many? He slipped another finger in and slowly worked it around, stretching out her hole. It was slightly more comfortable now, but she didn’t feel anything sexual – it felt more clinical. Dirk continued to roll his fingers around her asshole, pressing down on the wall of flesh between her ass and a pussy.

“Mmrrgh.Mmrgh.” The girl squealed.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ bout!” Dirk popped his fingers out. “Didja like that sweetheart? Cause you’re about to get a bunch. Get me the plug with the vibrating clip.” He snapped. He rolled his fingers back in her ass as her hole puckered around his gloved fingers again. He slid in and out of her vulnerable hole, rubbing up against the spot he had just found.

“Mmrgh. Mrmrhg.” Again that was all she could mumble. Inside her head was a rush of emotions; who was this strange man, she hadn’t even gotten a look at his face and yet with two fingers in her ass was sending shocks through her spine. Her face started to slide around the table from the wetness of her cheeks. She wanted him to stop, but she also wanted him to keep going. “Mmmrgh!” Again, he hit that spot.

The brunette walked back over with an egg shaped device and a bottle of lube. “Now,” Dirk’s voice took the demeanor of a self-improvement TV show host as pulled his fingers out again. “Lube the plug, then twist it slowly to pop in. This one has an inflator so we’ll blow it up slowly through the night. Her sweet little hole will close around the stem and hold it in place. Then, clip this end onto her clit and turn it on.”

The brunette put one hand palm down on Veronica’s ass and gently rubbed. “Let her know it’s going to be OK. Be gentle,” Dirk admonished. The women pumped most of the bottle into Veronica’s asshole. Unlike the first, this lube was cold and sent shivers up and down her spine. “Now twist it in and out. Get her used to flexing the muscles.” She worked the plug in and out of her asshole slowly.

Veronica’s moans shifted to a slow hum. She felt an incredible fullness and then empty; each time the emptiness was filled with a powerful thrust of the plug. “Pop.” Dirk and the woman jumped back.

“Arrmgh.” Veronica lunged forward before her restraints yanked her back to the table.

“Shit. That scared me,” the woman said, clamly placing her hand on her chest.

“It’s alright Madison. That girl’s ass wants it bad. Put on the clip and let her sit. She’s more advanced than I thought. We’ll come back tomorrow to teach her some sphincter control.”

Madison clip the cord onto Vernoica’s clit and it immediately began buzzing. Her hips bucked up again as she felt a shock go through her entire body. As they came down and her knees hit the table again, she felt the fullness of the plug inside her ass. She couldn’t tell for sure, but she thought it, too, was vibrating, sending low pulses through her ass and into her sex; her body shuddered and she resumed leaking fluids out of both ends. She had only a little fight left and it was being vibrated out of her moment by moment.

Madison bent down and licked her face. “Good night, Ronnie. We’ll see you in the morning.”

Ronnie phased back in – the room had fallen quiet. Dirk had turned off the sybian and unclamped Kirsten’s nipples, giving the girl her first rest of the evening. Based on the noise from the other room, he had gone back to work on Mandy. She still had a couple of hours before it was time to wake Madison so she drifted back out.

In her mind she flashed back to a plane; she was in a 747 circling Dubai. She was smartly dressed; anyone else on the flight would have thought she was traveling here for business. Only she knew that the man sitting next to her, Dirk, held the key to her new apartment, and new life, on the 133rd floor of the Burj Dubai. He thought it was risky to travel commercial, but they had no problems with documentation. Nobody made much of an effort to look for young Mexican girls that disappeared from McDonald’s parking lots at night in the hood, and Maribel Garza was the furthest thing from anyone’s mind when the caramel-skinned woman showed Veronica Hasan’s Emirate of Dubai passport which bore the special imprint of the Minister of Alternative Energy.

The couple walked across the tarmac and got into a waiting limo. It had been a long flight; neither had said a word. A few weeks ago she had been taking orders for Big Macs; now she was taking orders for giving up her ass, and was apparently a quick learner. The limo pulled into the underground garage for the tower. Dirk got out and escorted Veronica to the elevator. The ride up 133 floors took an eternity. Her suite occupied the entire floor.

“This is where you will stay. Your every need – nearly every need – will be attended to. But first, the inspection.” He pointed to an exam table in the corner of the room. She hadn’t noticed the woman standing there in a hajib and white coat. “This is Dr. Khan. She’ll be your OB gyn.”

“Hello, I am Dr. Khan. Please undress and lie down on the table. Are you taking contraceptives?”

The woman quickly complied. Her large, round breasts perked slightly in the room’s cold air; other than her head and eyebrows, she was hairless across her entire body.


“Have you ever been?”

“No. No reason.” She lied down on the table, but her arms behind her head and slowly spread her legs. Dr. Khan slid two fingers inside and performed a quick exam. Veronica tossed her head to the side; she was so sensitive inside even a clinical exam would turn her on.

“Still a virgin. You’re very sensitive and tender. I can see why you were selected for this mission. I’ll have the pills sent up later today.” Dr. Khan went to the restroom, washed her hands and quickly left.

“Before the sheikh comes, I’ll need to explain a few things to you.” Dirk said. Veronica sat up to get dressed. “You should leave the clothes off. Part of the rules for you is that your ass must be constantly exposed whenever you are in this suite. You can never refuse a man who wants to take your ass. And, most importantly, you MUST remain a virgin.”

“And if I don’t?” She stared at him quizzically.

“You have to understand, Ronnie, you are here to satisfy the urges they feel are beneath their wives, that would defile them. That makes it not ‘cheating,’ for lack of a better word.”

“You mean, like Clinton and oral sex?”

“Yes. Exactly. Doesn’t make sense to me exactly, but I just work here.”

“And they need me to remain pure for the set up to work?”


“And if I don’t?”

“They have a large transient population of foreign nationals here from Indian, Pakistan, and the Philipines. A large population of men, I should say. You’ve heard about the way women are treated in India?”

Here is the next chapter and again it is self-edited. I am sorry for any mistakes and I hope that you can still enjoy the story as is. I do try to find as many of the mistakes as I can but please understand I am an amateur writer and do not have the benefit of a professional editorial staff.

I would like to thank willieone for all of her help as a proof/beta reader I cannot express my gratitude adequately.

Please enjoy and vote/comment. Lastly before some of you ask I am working on the next chapter.


“I would like for Gloria and myself to investigate the crime scene while Amelia interviews the investigator who was subdued by the perpetrators of the attack.” Andrew replied keeping his tone business like.

“Richard Fenton the investigator is waiting for you in the van I thought it may help speed up the process. I have six teams out searching for your son and Tony. If I can be of any assistance please call me, my personal cell number is on the back of the card.” Walter Astin explained as he handed Andrew his card.

“Thank you Mr. Astin. I will keep you up to date on our progress,” Andrew replied taking the card and then offering his hand.

“Please call me Walter. I have made arraignments for rooms for you, your mate, and Ms. Vegas. If there is nothing else I can assist you with then I will leave you in the capable hands of Ms. Hobes.” Walter said while shaking Andrew’s hand. He then shook Amelia’s hand and gave Gloria a friendly hug before leaving them with Marsha Hobes.

Marsha Lead the group to the van that held Richard Fenton when Andrew first saw him he was surprised he wasn’t what Andrew was expecting. Richard Fenton was just over five feet tall with a slight build. Andrew doubted the he weighed one hundred pounds wet. Andrew noted that Richard reacted with humor as he watched Andrew assess him. Amelia had a similar reaction but was a bit better at hiding her surprise.

“The reaction that the two of you are having is exactly why I am normally excel at my job. Ms. Barnes I understand that you have the ability to read memories.” Richard said humor coloring his voice.

“I am sorry about our reaction, you weren’t what we were expecting and yes I do have the ability to read memories,” Amelia replied confirming what he had heard.

“Not to worry like I said I use my height or lack thereof to my advantage. No one seems to take note of me normally. The reason I had asked about your abilities is that I believe that the person who incapacitated me ordered me not to remember what I saw that night.” Richard explained. He was hoping that the rumors he had heard about her abilities were true he was not happy that someone had managed to get the drop on him and then fuck with his head.

“If you wish I can try to search your memories and find out if they did anything to you,” Amelia offered.

“Please, I want to remember. Just tell me what I need to do.” Richard beseeched.

“Just relax and please lower you mental shield,” Amelia instructed. She gave Richard a few moments to relax himself then locked her eyes with his and gently started to probe his memories. She scanned his memories looking for the ones from when he was incapacitated. After she found them, she could tell that someone had placed some form of a mental block so she decided to help him to overcome the block so he could recall the memories. She guided Richard around the mental block and allowed Richard to access the memories. After Amelia had guided him around the block, she mentally stepped back allowing him to take the lead. She would keep him on the task of bringing those memories forward and would watch them with him. She watched as he now recalled the events of the night in vivid detail. Richard had been keeping an eye on Charles people to one see if they were just watching a vampires human family like Charles claimed and secondly in case they ran into any trouble so he could summon assistance if they ran into trouble. Walter felt it prudent to take these steps the last thing he needed was for a bunch of Charles’ people to be killed after he had granted them safe passage.

The night had been long and boring and Richard was glad when Harry showed up an hour early to replace him. The two of them were talking when Richard felt the presence of another vampire but seeing that Harry hadn’t reacted to her Richard thought it was just Ilesha Harry’s mate. Richard knew that Harry would occasionally bring her along on long boring stakeouts. He didn’t realize it wasn’t her until he felt the prick of the needle piercing his skin then a slight burning sensation of the unknown drug they had given him. He knew that the scent was vaguely familiar but the drug took effect before he could identify whom she was. Even though he still couldn’t identify it, he would recognize the scent if he ever smelled it again. Amelia made sure that Richard could access those memories and quickly removed herself from his mind. Amelia would be able to identify the female that had injected Richard by scent now. Marsha watched as Amelia probed Richard’s mind she was surprised how much control Amelia seemed to have of her ability. The last time Walter had Keisha probe on of his investigator’s mind it was to say very painful for him but Richard was totally relaxed and showed no signs of discomfort.

Amelia informed everyone what she had seen in Richards mind so the appropriate calls could be made in order to try to capture Harry so they could interrogate him. After she was done she set there for a few minutes with her eyes closed trying to regain her energy. Using this power still was a bit of a drain on her. This time was not as bad as the other times because Richard hadn’t fought her. She could sense his apprehension when she first tried to enter so she waited until he was comfortable and relaxed before she entered his mind.

Richard was relaxing with his head against the headrest of the seat as he tried to identify the scent he now remembers, thanks to Amelia. He knew he had smelled it before but couldn’t recall to whom the scent belonged. He knew he had meant the woman in question before, but couldn’t for the life of him recall her so he figured it had to be in the distant past after all he had meant a lot of people since he was turned over eight hundred years ago. As he sat there, he wondered if Amelia could maybe help him to recall who this woman was. Noting that they were almost to their destination he decided he would ask her later on. “Ms. Barnes I cannot thank you enough for your help,” Richard said as he bowed slightly.

“My pleasure I wish I could have identified that woman’s scent. I know I have smelled it before.” Amelia responded.

The van pulled up in front of Toni’s and Shannon’s home. Marsha led the others into the house and then stood out of the way to allow Andrew and Amelia to conduct their investigation. Gloria stood beside Marsha carefully watching Andrew for any signs he was losing control. Andrew and Amelia slowly circled the living room where the attack had taken place, looking for anything that the others may have missed. They couldn’t find anything that the other team that went through her house had missed. Amelia was focused on trying to see what was going through the minds of the vampires who had done this horrendous act the trouble was they had left few clues that could help her. She noted for the apparent violence of the attack the room was remarkably undisturbed no overturned furniture or broken nick-knacks. There was very little blood only a couple small stains by where the body had laid. She went into the file and noticed from the autopsy report that Shannon hos no defensive wounds even though from the repost she had endured an extensive ante-mortem beating. The report had listed several broken ribs and her torso had extensive bruising.

Andrew wanted to see if his psychometry would work so he moved to where someone had outlined where the body had laid and placed his hand on the carpet. Immediately he had an image of Shannon frightened out her mind laying there while Toni in full vampiric mode violently raping her. Andrew watched in horror as the man he had trusted the safety of his ex-wife and child taking pleasure in hurting her he could see other vampires standing around the room but couldn’t get a clear image of them. The image faded and then was replaced by the next image of Tony latched on to the side of Shannon’s neck while two other vampires that Andrew didn’t know were latched on to her wrist. Tears started to run down the sides of Andrew’s face as he watched the woman that was the mother of his child die. He vowed that he would track each and every one of them down and feast on their blood.

Andrew knew that there were at least four other vampires in the room but they appeared a vague outlines one of which was directing things from a chair over by the fireplace. He quickly realized that Tony was a feral vampire, which meant that he had to be found and put down quickly. He slowly rose and stood there for a couple minutes fighting to regain the total control he needed, to be able to find his son. He felt Amelia’s arms wrap around him form the back and felt as she laid her head in between his shoulders. “Love we will find him and we will also take care of those who a responsible for this,” Amelia softly promised.

“It was Tony love he has been turned and he is feral. He was the one that raped and murdered Shannon,” Andrew stated his voice choked with emotion. He was in such shock that he didn’t even think that Amelia had already known because of their bond.

Both Marsha and Gloria were surprised by Andrew announcement that the husband had been the one who raped and killed her. Marsha reached for her cellphone and quickly dialed Walter’s number if Andrew was correct and Toni had been turn into a feral vampire then Walter had to be informed immediately. While she waited for an answer, she wondered who was behind this attack and if it had anything to do with the attack on those vampires in Philadelphia. She had seen the reports on the cable news channel right after it had happened. She had heard a rumor that Amsu was behind it but once all of the publicity had died down the rumor mill quickly dried up. She was surprise when Elaine answered the cell. “Elaine is Walter available?” Marsha hurriedly asked.

“He is right here but his hands are occupied so I answered the phone. What ‘s up?” Elaine replied humor coloring her voice.

“Are you free to talk? The information is sensitive.” Marsha inquires wanting to make sure that they were in an area where the conversation couldn’t be over heard.

“I am in my office. Now what is going on,” Walter demanded his displeasure evident in his tone. His hands had indeed been filled with his mate’s luscious ass as she set on the edge of his desk while he was feasting on her. As he waited for Marsha to explain what she wanted he started to slide his rock hard member into Elaine’s white-hot sheath. Even after being mated for over a century he still wanted her as much if not more than the night he saw her standing on the balcony of the Marquise hotel in May of Eighteen ninety six.

“Sorry but it seems we have a bigger issue than we first thought. The human male has been turned and is apparently feral,” Marsha quickly explained. As she waited for a response, she heard a string of curses that would have made a sailor blush then the phone went quiet for a moment.

“How do you know he has been turned and he is feral?” Walter asked needing to know how she came by this information. He grimaced as he slid out of his mate; unfortunately, this needed his undivided attention. Elaine gave him a sympathetic smile letting him know she understood.

“Andrew seems to have psychometry and claims he saw the attack when placed his hands on the carpet where the body was found,” Marsha replied.

“Object read? Interesting. I will contact the search parties and make sure that they have this information then I will call the Ubertas Venator and get them mobilized. The last thing we need is a feral parvulus rampaging through the streets. Has anyone contacted Charles yet?” Walter asked as he was going over a mental checklist of what needed to be done. He would alert the local vampire establishments and hangouts. He was just about to call the head of the local Ubertas Venator when his phone rang.

“Hello Charles you called faster than I expected.” Walter said with a touch of humor.

“Hello Walter. I know but I didn’t want you to waste your time calling the Ubertas Venator. Gloria will hunt Tony down and I want to try to take him alive…” Charles started to explain.

“Why in the hell would you attempt that? You know that once a vampire has crossed over he cannot be brought back. He is just a dangerous rabid animal that needs to be put down,” Walter Argued.

“I am not saying we won’t put him down. I am hoping that Amelia may be able to pull some information from him that will lead us to the child.” Charles finished explaining.

“I will agree as long as it doesn’t endanger anyone and I also want to be kept in the loop and I mean I want updates as soon as you get them,” Walter stated firmly.

“I agree to all of your terms. As far as the rogue vampire goes, I wouldn’t expect you to endanger anyone life on a chance that we may get some information.” Charles agreed thankful that Walter was being so reasonable.

Charles shared all of the information on the recent events starting with Amsu attempt on his daughter’s life. He didn’t include any assumptions as to let Walter draw his own conclusions in hopes of a fresh prospective from a neutral third party. After he had shared all of the pertinent information, Walter agreed that all of the recent attacks seemed related and promised to keep Charles updated on any new developments on his end. By the end of the call, the two of them had agreed to a tentative alliance.


Andrew moved to the chair, placed his hand on it, and saw the blurred image of a vampire he could sense he was old and seemed almost frail until he felt how powerful the vampire’s mind was. Andrew felt a sense of dread coming from this vampire and as he watched him, direct the events of that evening, Andrew felt the oppressive air in the room that emanated from this vampire. He looked to the left of this vampire and saw Amsu standing there with a large smile on his face he heard him bragging about how this would hasten the war that was needed to bring the vampire race back to its former place of glory. Andrew refocused on the other vampire whomever he was he was malevolent. Andrew tried to make out any details he could about this new vampire but he couldn’t make out any fine details; it was as if he was looking at an out of focus picture when he looked at the mysterious vampire even though the rest of the images were sharp and clear.

Andrew could sense that the mysterious vampire was almost bored; he seemed to be disinterested in the events unfolding before him even though he was the puppet master. Andrew could sense the vampire’s only interest was the reward that he was promised. He suddenly had a flash of insight as to what the reward was and the bile started to rise from his stomach as his primal side came exploding forward.

Amelia was standing next to Andrew wondering what he was seeing in his images. She could feel his disgust and anger at the images he saw but she could tell he was in full control of himself. She sensed he was trying to probe deeper into what he was seeing when all of the sudden she felt his primal side come rushing forward. His eyes darkened and he almost immediately transformed into his baser self. She quickly wrapped her arms around him and tried to push into his mind sending calming images to him however this time she was meeting a wall of resistance. The good thing was that she still had enough sway of him for the moment to keep him rooted where he was even though she could sense he wanted to run or possible outrun something. His thoughts were all over the place and for the first time since his change, she could sense gut wrenching fear from him.

Marsha was briefing Gloria on her conversation she had just had with Walter when they both felt Andrew baser side explode forward. Gloria grabbed Marsha and moved her outside of the house. “Amelia is going to need to get his undivided attention in order to try to talk him down.” Gloria explained as she wondered what set Andrew off he had been showing excellent control even with the added stress of the murder of his ex-wife and the kidnapping of his son. She could only assume that he had seen something in his visions that had caused his loss of control and she prayed that it was not the death of his son.

Andrew struggled to maintain control as he felt Amelia’s arms wrap around him. He could feel her attempt at calming him but even with her support he was losing control he desperately wanted to get his hands on the vampire he saw setting there Andrew wasn’t sure how he knew his intentions but he did the bastard was going to take his son and make him his. He could see the perverted ideas he had in store for his son and he wouldn’t allow it. The only thing that kept him from completely crossing over was that somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he had to remain calm in order to be able to track his son. That thought added to the combination of Amelia scent and the constant wave of her calming reassurance that they would find his son before it was too late gave Andrew the strength to bring his baser side back under control for now. As he calmed he picked upon final image it was the front of the hotel he staying at when this attack had happened.

While Amelia was holding on to her mate trying to calm him she started to pick up some very disturbing images from Andrew’s mind at first she thought he was seeing what had happened to his child but after a few minutes she realized this was what one of the vampires was planning to do to his son. She knew she had to keep control of herself in spite of these sickening images or Andrew would lose what little control he had at the moment.

Andrew took about fifteen minutes to finally recompose himself afterward he explain what he had saw in his visions to the rest of the group. Gloria called Charles while Marsha contacted Walter and the both of them relayed the information to their respective leaders. Walter promised to contact all of the local vampire establishments and coven leaders to alert them to be on the lookout for the vampire that Andrew had described. Charles started calling the other enforcer hoping to get a lead on the identification of the new vampire.

After Andrew finished telling the others what he had learned he started to wonder how he had done never before had he been able to pick up intentions and thoughts it was always like watching a movie he could only hear what was being said. He realized whomever this new vampire was he was trying to bait him into a confrontation. Andrew relished the idea of getting his hands on this bastard. He would take great pleasure in ripping him into small pieces as he feasted on his blood.

As Andrew moved around the room he suddenly got this over whelming feeling of anger and something else he couldn’t quite identify he hadn’t realized he had placed his hand on the door back of sofa. Andrew could only pick up a partial image of what was going on and it didn’t make a lot of sense. He could hear Amsu angrily stating he was betrayed by someone and that he would find a replacement. He heard Amsu promise that the replacement would be there by the end of the week then he turned to someone else and ordered that he find the bitch that had betrayed him and bring her head to him or it would be the person who he was speaking to head.

Andrew shared the images he had garnered with Amelia and his suspicions that the unknown vampire was trying to bait him into a confrontation. Amelia wasn’t sure that it would be a good idea for just the two of them to confront him on their own. She could sense that he was old almost as old as Amsu and the two of them had yet to master their abilities. Andrew had trouble with controlling his pyro abilities. He could use them at will but the results varied; sometimes they would do exactly what he wanted and other times the fire would quickly get out of hand. The last time they had worked on his control he was just supposed to light a candle with them he would up igniting every burnable object in a spectacular fashion. Hell he even managed to cause the fire resistant wallboard to spontaneously combust. Thankfully, the fire suppression system kicked in and doused the flames before there was too much damage after that fiasco Charles thought it would be pertinent to forgo farther training until they could find a safer location. He had advised Andrew to use that ability only in extreme emergencies.

Gloria thought it would be best if they all went back to the hotel and freshened up before planning their next move. On the way back to the hotel Amelia quickly sketched the image of the hotel she had seen in Andrew’s mind hoping that she could get it close enough. One of her favorite ways to cope with the stress of the job when she was alive was to sketch and paint landscapes. Once she was finished, she showed the sketch to Andrew who suggested a couple changes. After she finished them Amelia, showed Gloria and Marsha the sketch and Marsha recognized the image as the front of the Hotel Del Grande.

Marsha contacted Walter she knew that he was friends with the manager and head concierge at the hotel and could most likely find out who they were dealing with and if he was still there without alerting the mysterious vampire if he was still there. Gloria told the driver to head towards Del Grande hoping they could capture the mysterious vampire. The driver told her they about ninety minutes away.

Little over an hour later Marsha received a call from Walter telling her that the vampire travels under the alias Carlos Arturo it was believed that his real name is Taharqa he was turned in eight-ninety BC. He is wanted in Europe by lead enforcer and three possibly four different covens. He seems to have a thing for young males especially those under the protection of powerful vampires. His last known location was in Crete where he kidnapped the youngest son of the leader of largest coven in Chania. Nikos remains were found in Paris two weeks later. He was just eighteen years old. Rumors say that Taharqa has the ability to control people like puppets even vampires that had gone feral. Taharqa is known to have several large estates that he will flee to when things get too hot since he is under the protection of Rodrigues and the members of the Rios Cartel. He also told her that it was believed that he was holed up in his suite, and that he had three visitors one of them matched the description of Amsu.

They had been decided after much debate that Andrew and Amelia would make contact with the manager while Gloria and Marsha would watch the main entrance while Richard would watch the entrance to the parking garage. Once Andrew and Amelia were done with the manager Gloria and Marsha would join them on the floor to act as back up incase Amelia and Andrew had trouble-subduing Taharqa. The reason that the two of them were chosen to make entry was because of their ability to mask that they were vampires from other vampires.

Frank Arondale the hotel manager meant Andrew and Amelia in the lobby telling them that Mr. Arturo was in the penthouse suite and as far as he knew, he was alone in the room right now. The manager handed them the passkey and pleaded with them to try to be subtle as possible. The last thing that He needed was for the two of them to cause a major incident in his hotel.

Andrew and Amelia took the elevator up to the penthouse level. The two of them carefully shielded themselves against detection wanting surprise on their side. Once they arrived on the floor, they went to the entrance of the penthouse trying to make sure he was alone. As soon as Amelia got close to the door, she was able to sense overwhelming fear coming from what she was sure was a young human and by the scent, it was a male.

Immediately Andrew had an image of Jake being at the mercy of that vampire he had seen in his visions. Before Amelia could stop him, his feral side came forward and he burst through the door causing it to shatter into a million pieces. He quickly zeroed in on his target the vampire was in the process of raping the young male as he drained him of blood. Andrew hit the older vampire before he could even react driving him from the lad and into the wall as he ripped into his left side. The older vampire hadn’t sensed Andrew’s approach so he was caught off guard and put on the defensive.

He tried to take control of Andrew’s but found it shielded he could also feel that someone else was trying to take control of his mind and he noted that Amelia was gaining the upper hand in the battle. Normally he would be able to shield his mind against her attacks but Andrew’s physical attacks were taking too much of his focus and energy. Amelia’s constant mental attacks were preventing him from taking control of Andrew’s mind. He had already sensed that he wouldn’t be able to take control of Amelia’s mind without his full concentration he realized that she was just too powerful even though she was so young. Taharqa had already received several painful and deep wounds thankfully none of them were life threating he had managed to block all of the attacks that could of lead to fatal wounds. He now realized he had become over dependent on his mental abilities. It had been centuries since he had to participate in a physical altercation.

Taharqa was starting to lose his temper it seemed that he couldn’t even get a decent hit in on Andrew. He couldn’t believe how fast Andrew it was almost as if he was reading his mind the way he was anticipating his moves. Andrew struck again; this time he used his lengthen fingernails to rip deeply into Taharqa chest muscle. Taharqa howled in pain as he launched another flurry of blows directed at Andrew with the same result as most of his other attacks just about every one of his blows missed and the few that hit him were ineffectual at best.

Taharqa decided to change tactics if he couldn’t best Andrew by a straight forward attack maybe he could use his mate against him all he had to do was get his hands on her and place her between him and Andrew then he could use her to control him. He waited until after Andrew next attack then he feigned like he was going to charge Andrew and quickly reversed direction towards Amelia. Amelia saw him coming towards her and waited until he was just about to her. She all of a sudden dropped below his grasps and as he passed over her, she stood up using her shoulder to redirect his momentum. Taharqa crashed through the ceiling tile and crashing painfully into the bottom of the concrete floor above him. His head was spinning as he fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes. As Taharqa rose, Andrew tackled him driving his nails into the left side of Taharqa chest piecing his lung.

Taharqa manage to rake his nails down the side of Andrew’s face. He quickly started to slash Andrew’s stomach but Andrew used his speed to move out of his range before he could damage him too badly. The two vampires circled each other trying to find an opening. Andrew feigned to the left to draw Taharqa attack and once he took the bait Andrew quickly moved to the right and drove his fingernails into Taharqa back severing the spinal cord just below the shoulders causing him to lose control of his legs. The sudden intense pain caused Taharqa to lower his mental shield and gave Amelia her chance to take control of Taharqa’s mind forcing him to surrender.

Andrew quickly went to check on the boy and saw that he had already bled out. Upon looking at his identification it turned out, he was twenty-three years old and just looked young for his age. Andrew covered the man up knowing that he was in the process of being turned now. Marsha and a very pissed off Gloria came bursting through the doorway. “That was goddam foolish thing to do he could of killed you both,” Gloria reprimanded angrily.

“We don’t need a second mother hen I thought that was Susan’s job,” Andrew responded with a chuckle. He didn’t see what all of the fuss was about they had handled Taharqa without too much trouble.

“Andrew one of these days the two of you are going to get yourselves in over your head you need to slow down and wait for back up. Susan and Charles will kill me if I let anything happen to the two of you.” Gloria argued.

I wasn’t about to stand around and wait for the two of you when that could have been Jake in there with him. The only reason he gave me any trouble was that we wanted him alive if I could have killed him he would have never even had a chance to defend himself,” Andrew angrily retorted.

” I would suggest we decide what to do about the young man that is on the bed he is in the process of being turned and will need a mentor once he wakes up.” Amelia said trying to defuse the argument before it went on to much farther.

“It would be simpler to prevent him from turning,” Marsha said drawing a long bladed knife.

Andrew stepped between her and the unconscious’s Young man. His stance showed that if Marsha wanted to get to the young man she would have to go through him. Amelia quietly stepped to Andrew’s side showing her support of Andrew. “There is no way we will allow you to kill him,” Andrew stated in a commanding tone.

Marsha sheathed her blade then slowly raised her hands in capitulation.” Ok I will make arraignments to have him looked after.” Marsha quickly said.

Marsha quickly dialed Walter’s number and while she waited for him to answer she surveyed the damage to the room it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would have been a few broken chairs two holes in the wall and one in the ceiling. “Walter we need a team here we have captured Taharqa but he had started the process to turn a young man and Andrew is insistent that we provide for him.” Marsha quickly explained. She listened to Walter’s reply before continuing, “Yes there is some minor damage to the room but Amelia and Andrew did manage to capture him alive.”

While Marsha was working out the details with Walter Andrew had Amelia give him a set of the handcuffs that were designed to be used on vampires and cuffed Taharqa he then blindfolded and gagged him to prevent him from using his powers. Amelia started searching the room looking for anything that may give them a clue as to where they had taken Andrew’s son. Amelia found a bunch of papers written in a language she didn’t know it sort of looked like ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics but she wasn’t sure. She found Taharqa’s laptop but the computer was password protected and she would time to probe Taharqa’s mind in order to get the password if she could even get a pass his defenses again. Amelia knew it was Andrew’s attack had caused him to lower his mental defenses and she was sure it wouldn’t be as easy a second time to slip into his mind.

Twenty minutes later Walter’s security team arrived and took custody of Taharqa. They had guaranteed that Andrew and Amelia would be able to interrogate him once they had him in a secured location. Just as they were about to lead him form the room when all hell broke loose

“Look out,” Amelia screamed as she tackled Andrew whom was directly behind Taharqa. The window exploded then Taharqa head vaporized leaving behind a fine spray of blood mixed with brain matter all over the wall that had been in front of him. Everyone dove for cover and those that were armed pulled their weapons.

Andrew quickly checked Amelia and found her unharmed. He then crawled over to the window and peeked out looking trying to figure out where the shot had come from. He spotted two likely locations; one was a parking garage but quickly discounted it because of the angle it would have been an extremely hard shot to make. The other was a roof of building over three hundred meters away.

Amelia had got an image of the sniper taking the shot only a brief couple of seconds before the window had exploded. She quickly realized that Andrew was in the line of fire and all of her thoughts were on saving him. Amelia was never able to reliable control this ability. She never knew how much of a warning it would give her if it gave her any at all.

The security team quickly packed up everything and with the help of Andrew, Amelia and Gloria managed to get everything into vans including the bodies before the police had arrived. Unfortunately there was no way they could clean up the crime scene which left the human authorities with a mystery to solve it was obvious that someone had been murdered in the room but the body had disappeared. The head of security had summoned the police after he found the room covered in blood. He had been called by the people staying in the adjacent room and called the front desk complaining about a possible fight in the room next to hers. She claimed hearing an argument and then to sound of glass breaking. He stated that it had taken him no more than five minutes to get to the room and upon finding, the condition it was in he did a cursory check to see if anyone needed assistance then secured the room until the police arrived.


Andrew and Amelia went to investigate the top of the building to see if his hunch was right about where the sniper had been located. He was going to go alone but Amelia wouldn’t hear of it but he had managed to convince Gloria the fewer the better. Much to his displeasure the shooter had been professional enough to police up their brass in fact the only visible sign of him being there was two marks from the bipod of the rifle. Andrew placed his hand on the spot that the shooter had laid and he saw a vague image of the woman lying under a dark colored cover. He watched the woman take the shot but unfortunately, he never saw her face. He saw that she was about five foot six and was well proportioned with light brown hair. He was sure from her tan complexion she either spent a lot of time in the sun or used tanning facilities regularly. Andrew was just about to remove his hand when one final flash of insight hit him he also was her target. Andrew stood and offered his hand to Amelia. The two of them casually walked towards the door making sure to stay invisible. As they reached the door, four officers exited on to the roof with their weapons at the ready. They were almost positive that the shooter was long gone but better safe than sorry. Amelia and Andrew quickly went through the door before it closed after the last officer cleared the way. The two of them quickly exited the building and headed towards the car where Gloria awaited them. Andrew knew it would be hours before the police would finish clearing the scene and he felt bad he couldn’t tell them they were wasting their time. Once they were in the car and on their way Andrew relayed what he had found out leaving out the part about him being a target.

“Andrew what are you holding back and don’t you dare lie to me! I can sense that you are hiding something from me,” Amelia demanded.

“Hun it is nothing important…” He started to try to lie.

“Don’t you fucking hun me when you are lying. Now tell me what the fuck you are hiding or I will probe your mind and find out myself! Last fucking chance,” Amelia Angrily threatened.

“Amelia it is just that I was also her target we both know that Amsu wants us dead. So nothing like I said nothing important. Don’t you ever threaten to probe my mind again,” Andrew retorted his anger starting to show.

“Andrew that is not nothing, that bitch had you in her sights and if it wasn’t for Amelia’s abilities you could have died.” Gloria softly chastised.

“Andrew you ever try to lie to me again and I will kick your ass. I am your mate and if anything happened to you it would destroy me.’ Amelia softly whispered. The hurt and anger that he had caused her was clearly visible.

“I am sorry love. You are right I should have never tried to hide that from you by lying. I promise I will never lie to you again.” Andrew softly promised as he drew her into a tight hug.

The rest of the ride to the hotel was quiet. Walter had reserved them the penthouse at his hotel. The room had already been converted into a command center of a sort. He had two computers in the room with all of the information they had already. There were two phones their one with a direct line to Charles and the other with a direct line to him. There were a couple of pegboards; one had a map with all of Amsu known properties marked on it. Every one of the properties had around the clock surveillance. The other board had the location of two possible rogue vampire attacks. The first one was less than a mile from Shannon’s home it had happened about eighteen hours ago. The second one was in the skid row part of town and had happened less than three hours ago.

“Gloria how should we go about trying to track Tony?” Andrew asked. He knew that Gloria had more experience in tracking rogue/feral vampires and her experience would prove invaluable to them now. He knew that if it wasn’t already too late to save his son it soon would be.

“Andrew, I would suggest we try to confirm that the last attack was done by a rogue vampire and if it was, we start there as long as the hunting is good I don’t imagine he will move on too quickly. I suspect they forced him to go feral by not feeding him so he is little more than a predatory animal and the only reason he showed any restraint at the house was because he was being controlled by Taharqa.” Gloria explained.

“Is there any chance of bringing him back?” Amelia asked.

Gloria and Marsha both shook their heads. “Unfortunately once he went feral there is little we can do except put him out of his misery. Charles is hoping that we can capture him alive and use Amelia’s abilities to get a lead on Jake,” Gloria sadly replied.

Andrew had everyone gather around the map somehow he had been selected to be the leader. He stared at the map of the city for a few minutes. He brought forth his baser side to help him to understand how his quarry would think. He quickly realized that Tony would seek out an area that would provide him shelter close to easily accessible prey and gave him a good vantage point with several avenues of escape. That is what he would do if it were him. He looked over the map and quickly realized that the area of the last attack was not an idea area and he was sure that if Tony had carried out the attack he quickly moved on. He started to question Marsha about different areas of the city so he could try to narrow their search to two or three areas.

Amelia picked up on his line of thinking from their bound and started using the internet to get a look at the areas. After about two hours, they finally had three areas that were very promising and out of the three, the dock area was the most promising it had several abandoned buildings and a large homeless population in the area.

Gloria, Marsha, Amelia, and Andrew were just about to head out to begin their search when Marsha’s cellphone rang seeing it was Walter’s office number she quickly answered it.

“Marsha we just received a report of a possible rogue vampire attack in Tijuana. We may have gotten lucky a young vampire that witnessed the attack and from her description, it sounds like it may be Tony. Walter is trying to secure permission for you all to investigate the incident,” Elaine quickly explained.

“What does Walter want us to do?” Marsha asked. She knew if they entered Mexico without permission, it could start a war.

“He said for you all to head that way but call before you cross the border both him and Charles are working on securing permission for you to enter. I am sending the information to your email now. Please share it with the others.” Elaine said before hanging up.

“Lester get on the eight o’ five heading south.” Marsha said as she hung up the phone. After she made sure that Lester did as she requested she continued with her explanation, ” There was a rogue attack in the Tijuana and the description form a young vampire that witnessed the attack it sounds like the rogue was Tony.”

“Do we have permission to enter from Rodrigues?” Gloria asked.

“Walter and Charles are working on obtaining permission as we speak. I am to call them before we cross the border.” Marsha explained. Marsha phone chimed letting her know she had an email. “This is most interesting,” She exclaimed almost under her breath. Marsha looked up to see everyone staring at her.

So far, Lacey still had not discovered the identity of the masked woman she had called “mistress” in a shameful moment of weakness. Who had ordered her kidnapped? What kind of woman planned to systematically violate and break down another? Even now, several days later, Lacey shivered to recall the woman’s matter-of-fact statement that she planned to keep Lacey captive to use her body whenever she pleased. Was she a crazy fan, a random stalker, a coworker? How could Lacey be a “slave” to a woman whose name she didn’t even know? *I’m a person, not a– a convenience, damn it!* Lacey thought.

The dark-haired woman had seemed familiar. However, Lacey had been in too much distress—and, were she honest, too turned on—to try to figure out who the woman was. It was hard to correlate mannerisms to her mental rolodex when she was coming her brains out.

Lacey had been worrying away at the problem for several days now. In a way, it was a good distraction from the fact that she had not been allowed to come since the morning after the encounter with her mistress. Her groin felt unpleasantly heavy. Before all this had happened to her, she could not have imagined how intense the need to come could be. She’d made a career of denying her sexual impulses, jerking off as needed to relieve the pressure. But it seemed the ability to insert enormous items into her orifices wasn’t the only change the constant assaults had wrought in her body. She was distractingly, frustratingly horny.

When Eleanor announced that Lacey’s mistress had again sent for her, Lacey didn’t know whether she was more scared or relieved. Eleanor instructed Lacey to take off the robe that was the only item of clothing she had been allowed to keep.

With her characteristic cool manner, the older woman tied a blindfold over Lacey’s eyes and fastened her hands together in front of her. She towed the blindfolded girl naked through the ship’s corridors. Lacey was definitely scared now, feeling utterly vulnerable. Several times, they passed other people in the corridors. Two of them commented on her appearance, and one of them goosed her as she passed. Eleanor ignored her squeak at this sudden incursion by an unseen assailant.

Lacey stumbled slightly on the raised threshold as Eleanor pulled her into a room.

“I’ve brought your toy, ma’am.”

“Thank you, Eleanor,” answered the alto voice Lacey now heard in her dreams. “I’d like you to set her up for me over on the far wall.”

Eleanor again tugged Lacey by the wrist restraints to pull her across the room. Lacey was afraid there might be furniture or other obstacles, but, if there were, Eleanor guided her well enough around them. Eleanor dropped Lacey’s wrists abruptly, and Lacey stopped, too unsure of her surroundings to attempt to run. Eleanor turned Lacey firmly until her back and shoulders pressed up against the wall. It was cool and slick, a painted metal bulkhead.

“Attach that spreader to my slut’s ankles,” the woman instructed.

Eleanor buckled cuffs around Lacey’s ankles and attached an inflexible bar between them. It wasn’t very long, but it forced Lacey’s legs apart far enough that she couldn’t close her thighs to protect her crotch. She teetered slightly, and Eleanor shoved her back into the wall.

“Leave her wrists together, but fasten them up over her head,” the instructions continued.

Lacey found her hands pulled up tautly and hooked to something above her. Now she was stretched out helplessly, blind, her legs spread. Her arms weren’t uncomfortably stretched, but she couldn’t get slack to bend them unless she rose up on the balls of her feet.

Lacey could hear footsteps approaching. Someone stroked her cheek. “Mine,” the woman breathed. Lacey turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut beneath the blindfold.

“Do you need any more assistance?” Eleanor asked.

“No, I think I’d prefer to do everything else myself. The personal touch. Just check the AV equipment before you go.”

The door closed behind Eleanor, leaving Lacey alone for the first time with her new owner.

“Alone at last,” the woman said. “You’ll have to get used to spending a lot of time alone with me. It’s so much more intimate this way, don’t you think? Just you, me, and the cameras?”

“Who are you?” Lacey demanded. The elusive familiarity of this woman was maddening.

The woman laughed. “I thought you might have figured it out by now. But I guess it’s true what they say: actors aren’t chosen for their brains.”

Without warning, she pulled off Lacey’s blindfold. Lacey flinched and blinked in the bright light. Her watering eyes took a while to focus on the dark-haired woman in front of her. “Angie!”

She felt like she’d been kicked in the stomach. As her manager, Angie was the only one who knew about the supposed part she’d gotten, the only one who knew that Lacey had been told to report for filming on boat. All this time, she’d been hoping that Angie, too, had been tricked, and that she’d get suspicious and report Lacey missing. Now it seemed her new manager wanted to own her, not rescue her.

“That’s *Mistress* Angie to you, slave.” Angie pinched Lacey’s nipple hard, increasing the pressure steadily.


“Ow, Mistress?” Angie prompted, clamping down even harder.

“Ok, ok! Mistress Angie,” Lacey said.

Immediately, Angie let up on Lacey’s bruised nipple, massaging it gently to ease the pain. “You see, good behavior is rewarded.”

“You can’t really be serious about keeping me as a slave,” Lacey said. She didn’t like the pleading note in her own voice.

“I guess you’ll have to decide whether you think I’m serious for yourself. But it will save your sweet little body a lot of punishment if you behave as if I am.” Angie didn’t sound like the prospect of punishing Lacey bothered her.

Angie turned casually away, opening a tool box off to the side. Lacey noticed for the first time that the wall opposite was entirely mirrored. She could see herself splayed against the wall, which featured many hooks, cranks, chains, and fastening points. Her breasts were pulled high and perky by the position of her arms. The nipple Angie had squeezed was deep red.

While Lacey had been distracted in horrified contemplation of her own reflection, Angie had found the items she wanted. She bent down in front of her captive and attached a dildo to a fitting on the wall between Lacey’s calves. When the dildo had been securely attached, it protruded from the wall like a coat hook. Angie made sure to coat it with lube before she stood up again.

Lacey’s eyes were wide with trepidation. “What are you going to do…mistress?”

“I’m going to play with you, fucktoy. Obviously. I don’t know what you’re worried about; as I recall, you very much enjoyed me playing with you last time. Repeatedly.”

Lacey blushed. She hadn’t wanted to come, had tried not to, but she’d been at Angie’s mercy. It was true, she’d orgasmed over and over. *But I didn’t enjoy it…no matter how good it felt,* she thought weakly.

Angie turned a crank on the wall next to Lacey. The dildo began to rise on a track. Lacey could see its slow progress in the mirror as it approached her crotch. She jumped a little when the head of the dildo brushed her buttocks.

Angie stopped cranking and reached between Lacey’s legs to caress her asshole. The spreader bar rattled as Lacey instinctively tried to bring her thighs together and deny Angie access. Angie just shook her head reproachfully, not even deigning to comment on this futile attempt at disobedience. She circled and palpated Lacey’s anus with her fingertips, slick with lube. Lacey’s breath caught as a finger slipped inside. Angie twisted her finger slowly in the tight opening, feeling the muscles soften despite Lacey’s attempts at resistance. She pulled out and carefully positioned the head of the dildo against Lacey’s anus.

When Angie began cranking the dildo up again, Lacey whimpered. The thick, slippery head forced its way past the ring of muscle, followed by the shaft as the dildo penetrated up into her rectum. The pleasure that accompanied it was as unwelcome as the fake cock’s intrusion into her body. Lacey almost wished that it would hurt; that would be less disturbing. But the cries that she was swallowing were not ones of pain.

The dildo continued up into her ass until she was hoisted slightly up off her heels. She was pinned to the wall like a butterfly in a collector’s box. Angie stepped back to survey the results. “Lovely.” She reached out to roll and tug at one of Lacey’s hardened nipples. Lacey’s clit twitched at each tug.

“Why?” Lacey asked, voice breaking. “Why are you doing this to me? This is rape.”

Angie didn’t stop playing with Lacey’s nipple. She smiled. “Yes, it is. I suppose there are two reasons I decided to make you my sex slave. The most important, of course, is that I want to. I enjoy making you please me, and now you have to do whatever I want, whenever I want. That slutty body of yours is very sexy, and I enjoy your reactions.”

She let go of Lacey’s nipple and turned back to the tool box. “The second reason you make a good choice as a sex slave is that you like it. You try to pretend you don’t, but the truth is that the more I humiliate and violate you, the hotter you get.”

“No,” Lacey said hoarsely. “That’s—That can’t be true. I hate what you’ve done to me. I don’t want any of it.” She eyed the vibrating egg Angie now held with apprehension.

“Hmm. Tell you what,” Angie said, weighing the insertable vibe in her hand. “I was going to shove this up your snatch. But I won’t if you aren’t enjoying this. There’s an easy way to find out.” Her fingers slipped through Lacey’s pussy. They came out, as both women had known they would, glistening with Lacey’s copious secretions.

Angie held this incontrovertible evidence up in front of Lacey’s face. Lacey dropped her eyes in shame. “Clean my fingers,” Angie ordered. Lacey obediently opened her mouth and sucked her juices off Angie’s fingers.

“Look at you,” Angie said, thrusting her fingers suggestively in and out of Lacey’s mouth. “You’re a natural slut. I’ve got you hung up like a slab of meat, and it makes you wet. You deserve everything I’ve done to you and more.”

She pulled her fingers out with an audible “pop,” then pressed the egg vibrator into Lacey’s cunt. “I know your cunt’s all sloppy and wet, but you’ll be sorry if you drop that.”

Lacey tightened her muscles to hold the vibe in, causing it to slide deeper inside. She couldn’t help moaning when Angie turned it on.

“I’m not going to touch you again until you ask me to,” Angie said. “That’s what you wanted, right?”

Lacey couldn’t answer. The combination of the vibrations deep inside her cunt and the thick cock in her ass was debilitating. Her head fell back on her neck. As her knees weakened, her arms and the dildo in her ass took more of her weight.

Her clit felt swollen and heavy. She craved release, and there was no hiding it. Hanging there, helpless to relieve the pressure in her clit, she saw that Angie had donned an impressive strap-on. The fake cock sprang up eagerly from Angie’s groin, brushing her smooth stomach.

Lacey squeezed rhythmically on the smooth vibe inside her. If she could trigger her own climax, she wouldn’t need to ask Angie to touch her. The egg-shaped vibe slid up and down inside her as she clenched around it, separated from the fullness in her rectum only by a thin wall of swollen flesh. Several minutes of this left her panting and dripping with sweat, but still frustrated.

Angie stood with crossed arms and an amused expression. “You look like a hooked fish thrashing on a line. Maybe we should post that video clip on the site as a free teaser; a lot more people will watch it that way, and it should bring in more subscribers.”

Lacey tried to ignore her, but she couldn’t ignore her growing need to come. *If she touches me, maybe I can come quickly and get it over with.* Juices coated her inner thighs.

Her willpower broke. “Damn you! Touch me and let me come.”

Angie didn’t even uncross her arms. “Now, now. That’s not a properly framed request, slave.”

Lacey swallowed hard. “Please touch me, mistress, so I can come.”

Angie was stroking the strap-on like a cock. “That’s a little better. But if I decide to touch you, I’m going to fuck that tight cunt of yours with this big cock, and I’m not going to stop until I’m done. I don’t care if you come or not. Tell me that’s what you want.”

Lacey felt a spurt of wetness from her traitorous cunt, which liked the idea of that strap-on deep inside. She had to clamp down quickly to prevent the vibrator from sliding out of her onto the floor. “Please, mistress, I want you to put that big cock in my cunt and fuck me.”

“Until?” Angie prompted.

“Until you’re done using me.”

Lacey’s cunt felt bereft when Angie pulled the vibrator out by its string. Angie soon replaced it, though, thrusting savagely up into the slick orifice with the strap-on. She was wet and open, and the cock slid in easily despite its size. Lacey gave an involuntary shriek of delight as Angie’s hips slammed into hers.

The dildo in her ass made the channel of her cunt even tighter around the strap-on, and she felt impossibly full. So full that there was no room for anything else inside her, no room even for her self.

The force of the thrust lifted Lacey slightly. As the thick strap-on withdrew, Lacey fell back down all the way on the dildo in her ass. Then Angie stabbed up into her cunt again. Lacey was fully impaled alternately on the two fake cocks.

She could feel them slipping past each other, separated only by the walls of her orifices. The fat head of the dildo in her cunt slid along the shaft in her rectum, squeezing the flesh in between. Angie was using her like a possession, a mere thing. Lacey felt like a thing, too, a body that wailed and shuddered and lubricated in unthinking pleasure while her conscious mind was unable to impose her will to stop it.

Each thrust of Angie’s hips drove hard against Lacey’s clit, which was swollen so full it felt like it might burst like a ripening tomato. Lacey mewled when Angie twisted her nipple again; the sensations from her lower body were so overwhelming, she was surprised to find more pleasure could still be wrung from her.

After only a few thrusts, Lacey suffered a massive orgasm. She screamed as the spasms jerked her limbs against her bonds and clamped her internal muscles around the invading cocks in wave after wave of blinding pleasure.

Angie gave a satisfied grunt, but did not otherwise acknowledge her slave’s climax. She continued to fuck Lacey vigorously. Lacey felt her own arousal growing again almost as soon as the orgasm passed. The cock in her cunt and the one in her ass combined to make her feel that Angie could touch every part of her, inside and out. There was nowhere to hide.

Lacey knew she should have been appalled at this violation, but all she could think about was how *good* it felt. Maybe Angie was right about her; maybe she was a dirty slut who deserved to be raped. If Angie kept her as a slave, she would take Lacey like this whenever she felt like it. To her shame, Lacey came again just thinking about it.

Angie’s breathing was ragged now, and her muscles stood out tensely. She thrust slow and deep into Lacey’s cunt, deliberately claiming her. Lacey knew she would be sore in a couple of hours, but, even after two orgasms, her cunt and ass were quivering with pleasure under the assault.

Angie slipped her fingers in under the strap-on harness to stroke her own clit. Lacey could tell Angie was close to coming, and she hoped she might be able to eke out another orgasm of her own. Her clit was swelling again.

But then Angie’s breath whooshed out as her climax hit. “Mine,” she growled as her twitching hips drove the strap-on repeatedly into Lacey’s cunt. “Mine.” She ground herself unmercifully into Lacey’s tenderized crotch until her release was finished, then withdrew.

Lacey hung on the wall, wet to her knees with her own cooling juices. The dildo hooked in her ass dug in deep as she slumped. Pressure beat with her pulse in her clit. She sobbed a little in frustration when she realized Angie wasn’t going to let her come again.

Beverly looked at Mr. Bridges as her wedding ring slowly dissolved in the liquid. She realized that she would have to call him Master from now on. He glowered at Beverly.

“I see that you are learning. However, calling me Master and looking interested when I fuck you is not enough. You will come to love me and you will want to give me every part of your body. In the mornings you will suck me off and look forward to your daily breakfast of my cum. There are times not too far ahead where you will beg me to fuck you up the ass. To spend the night in my bed you will do all manner of things.”

A defiant look crossed Beverly’s face.

Adam Bridges laughed and said, “Right now your thoughts are still on escape and bargaining. Escape is impossible and you have nothing to bargain with as I already own your every millimeter. The first thing you must learn is total submission’”

Adam approached the couch where Beverly sat. With one movement he removed something from his pocket and threw it over Beverly’s head. The leather hood had only a small slot for her nose. Beverly found herself gasping for breath as fear and panic over took her.

“Now woman,” said Adam “You are going to learn that I control everything including your ability to breath.” Adam pulled out a strip of duct tape and fastened it over the nose hole of the mask. For Beverly the panic was profound. Her breath quickly left her and she tried with all of her might to suck air through the tape. She began to kick out in panic then felt herself getting light headed. Just when she was on the edge of losing consciousness Adam peeled back the tape and air rushed into her lungs.

Before Beverly could gather another breath, Adam replaced the tape. For the next six hours Adam plunged Beverly into breathlessness and fear. Beverly’s only thought was for air, blessed air. Sometime during this nightmare she realized that she had been carried and set in the cold, empty bathtub. She voided her bladder several times and her body was limp when Adam removed the hood.

“What have you learned woman? I will tell you what you have learned. You have learned that I control your universe.”

He looked at Beverly, who was huddled in a heap in the tub.

“Now woman it is decision time. Do you want me to put the hood back on and repeat what I have been doing for the last several hours or do you want me to fuck you up the ass?”

Beverly, drenched in fear and sweat, knew that wanted no part of the hood again.

“Please Master … not the hood,” She said

Adam looked at Beverly with menace, “You need to ask for it woman. Ask me to fuck you up the ass nicely and I will. Cop an attitude and we play “catch your breath” some more.”

Beverly realized that this man could easily kill her but that he wanted something worse from her. He wanted her soul. The thought of anal sex was repugnant to her. One of the nastiest arguments she had ever had with her husband had been when Ted suggested that they try it, Now she would give anything to go back in time and submit to Ted. Despite herself she heard herself saying. “Please Master, I want you to fuck me up the ass.”

“Now you are learning woman.” Adam helped her up and led her to the bedroom, He had her turn down the sheets.

“Ask again woman.”

Beverly bit her lip and said, “Please fuck me up the ass Master.”

Adam had her get on her hands and knees in the bed. Because he wanted submission and did not want to hurt her too much he reached for some lubricant on the nightstand and greased up her asshole. Slowly, yet deliberately, Adam entered her. Beverly thought that she would break apart as his massive cock entered her. She realized that there are violations worse than being stripped and shaved. Adam ground into her working his hips. After an interval Beverly felt him come deep inside of her. He softened and pulled out.

“You are supremely tight woman. Am I the first to ever fuck you in this hole?”

Beverly flushed with embarrassment and nodded her head.

Adam laughed and said “Well you have lost that virginity to me. It was nice of you to preserve that gift for me.”

Beverly began weeping into the pillows. Adam led the sobbing woman back into her cage. He pulled out the hood and slipped it over her head. He lashed it to Beverly’s collar so that she could not remove it and dropped the bars.

“In the morning you will ask for a kiss and for permission to suck me off and swallow my seed or you won’t get breakfast. If I have to remind you of this tomorrow we will play “catch your breath” all day long. “

Beverly, looked into the blackness of her mask and considered the course of the day’s events. She knew that she could not endure an entire day of having to gasp for breath. The thought of kissing him and preforming fellatio was intolerable, but not as intolerable as the mask. She also realized that she was very hungry. She had not eaten since breakfast. Humiliated, frightened and starving she at last fell asleep.

In her dreams Beverly was back home. She was hugging her son and daughter and later making love to Ted. She lay on the bed letting Ted shave her when all at once his hands and face were replaced by those of her abductor. She awoke with a scream and realized that she was still in her leather mask. In tears she fell anew into sleep.

The smell of cooking food and the sound of the bars of her cage being opened woke her. At once she felt her master’s hands upon her collar untying and releasing her hood. The welcoming air was an ecstasy. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked at her captor. His words from the night before echoed loudly in her head.

“M… Master my I have a kiss and my I suck your cock?”

Adam smiled and said, “Yes you may woman.” He helped her to her feet and waited for her to embrace him. She hugged him and offered her mouth and he kissed her deeply and passionately as he would a lover. He knew that by alternating between tenderness and harshness he could break her down more quickly. After he finished kissing her he gently pushed down her shoulders and she knelt on the floor, reached for his fly and fished out Adam’s penis.

The blow job was very good. Adam noticed that he did not have to hold Beverly’s head as tightly as the first time she had serviced him when he came. She swallowed every drop. Adam led her into the kitchenette .

“Because you were obedient you get to eat in the kitchen. Eat every bit and you get a relaxing bath and an enjoyable shave or would you rather play “catch your breath” all day. Personally I LOVE that game.”

Beverly began eating the food Adam placed in front of her with gusto. She realized that he was actually a very talented cook. It was bacon and french toast and syrup with Yams stuffed with something Barbara could not identify but which was very yummy. It was hard to eat it all with a spork without getting it on herself but she did her best. There was also a mug of luke warm coffee. Adam ate, eying Beverly constantly.

She ate all the food. Adam commanded her to lick the plate clean and she did. For Beverly the bath was wonderful. The muscles that had tightened up while Adam was torturing her relaxed in the hot water. Adam washed every part of her and then did her hair and combed out the tangles from the hood. On the toilet Beverly was reminded again of her captor’s power when he wiped her after she peed and crapped.

On the bed again she felt her mind wander as Adam began the laborious process of shaving her entire body. Beverly wondered how this man could be so powerful yet at other times incredibly gentle. She knew that she liked the gentle man much better than the one who had laughed while she gasped for breath and had plunged her into panic again and again. She also thought of escape. She realized how futile that hope was. She realized that only by winning his trust and confidence could she place herself in a position to escape from the cabin.

The thought of getting close to this man filed her with terror and revulsion. “He wants me to drop my guard. To feel affection for him to replace him for my husband Ted in my heart.” The thought of her family reminded her again of the threats her Master had made against them. “Why do I comply with his wishes and say Master rather than Mr. Bridges?” She thought to herself. “Is he in my mind already?”

After the shave Adam attached some leather lined cuffs to the head and foot of the bed. Beverly understood exactly what was about to happen. She jumped from the bed and tried to reach the front door.

Before she got fifteen feet Adam caught up with her and dragged her kicking and screaming to the bed. Her gyrations were pointless. In moments she was fastened spread eagle to the bed. She screamed and yelled until Adam slapped her forcefully with his open hand and ordered “Silence!”

For Beverly, who had never had so much as a school girl fight and who shunned violence the impact of Adam’s open hand was as stunning as her capture. Fear and panic battled in her mind with obedience. In the end obedience won and she fell silent.

“That was VERY stupid woman. You WILL be tortured for that act of defiance. However at the end of the day you will also experience pleasure so that you will understand the blessings that come to obedient slaves.”

Beverly tested the limits of her restraints. She could move, at most a centimeter in any direction. Adam approached her with something in his hands. “These are nipple clips.” he said as he applied them to her breasts. Beverly’s pain threshold was not very high and in seeming moments she was in agony.

“Please M … Master have mercy on me.”

“Why should I?” replied Adam. “You are rebellious and of no value to me except as an organic toy. I have to feed you and house you. Perhaps you have given me all the pleasure you are capable of giving. Give me three reasons why I should not kill you.”

Beverly was wracked with pain but Adam’s statement shook her to the core. She knew that her daughter was in danger if Adam decided to kill her. As awful as captivity was she knew that she had to endure it to protect her family from this monster. She knew the answers to his question and she tensed herself to reply.

“Master … my mouth my pussy and … my asshole.”

Adam released the nipple clamps. Left the room and returned with some ice. He began rubbing ice on each nipple in turn. To Beverly, the release was heavenly.

“Those are the right answers woman. I see that you are learning. I am going to release now so that we can go to the bathroom. Afterwards you will return to these restraints and I will give you pleasure for quite some time.”

In the bathroom Adam wiped her. Beverly realized that she was less repulsed by this activity with each new time she was subjected to it. She wondered what would happen when she had her period at the end of the month. In that area she was regular as clockwork, The thought of her abductor inserting her tampons was even more appalling than his cleaning up for her after her toilet activities. “Hopefully the police will find me by then.” She thought to herself. She still clung to the hope that rescue was a probability. She knew that if she gave up hope he would have easier access to her mind.

After they left the bathroom Beverly knew better than to protest as Adam returned her to a spread eagle position. Adam turned and removed something from a drawer. He held it up and said. “I’m sure even you are familiar with a dildo. Have you ever used one?”

Beverly, led a rather sheltered life. She realized just how sheltered when she went to a wedding shower and it turned into a dildo party. Beverly was beet red as she realized that so many of her friends turned to artificial cocks for pleasure. She vowed to herself that she would never be so shameless.

She shook her head no and Adam could read her embarrassment in her entire body language despite her being strapped down..

“Well I have selected the most delightful woman to be my slave. It is time that you were introduced to the joys of the dildo. This one is made in the same shape and dimensions as my own cock.”

He slid it into Beverly’s pussy.

“This one vibrates with an electrical implant. It is one of the reasons I have power in this cabin.”

He ran a cord to the wall and plugged it in. Despite trying to ignore the sensation Beverly realized that she was becoming aroused. Powerless, she felt herself floating away on the wafts of orgasm. She screamed her husband Ted’s name several times. Adam took delight in her deep moans. He had suspected that she was a deeply orgasmic woman when he had first lain eyes upon her. In no time he would have he coming like that when he fucked her. She would have to be reduced psychologically until only he was paramount in her thoughts.

Adam let her come several times before he extracted the vibrating dildo.

“Do you see what pleasure I can give you woman. You must thank me for those orgasms.”

Beverly was totally humiliated. She knew that her body had betrayed her but she would be damned before she thanked this beast for her orgasms. She clammed up and turned her head away from Adam. Adam was angry at her silence.

“Woman, you can either thank me for your orgasms or we can play “catch your breath” again. In fact we will play it now. I LOVE this game.”

Adam left the room and returned with the dreaded leather mask.

“No!” screamed Beverly “No, thank you Master for the orgasms.”

“Your responses need to come immediately, woman. It is too late now. Time for another round of my favorite game,”

Adam forced the hood over her head. Rather than duct tape this time he used a small clamp to seal off her nostrils. In panic Beverly pulled against her bonds. She was brought to the edge of consciousness time and time again, for the next several hours. At long last Adam removed the hood.

“Thank me for the orgasms and for not killing you.” said Adam.

Thoroughly chastened Beverly breathed in the life essential air and said. “Master thank you for the orgasms and for not killing me.”

“Now tell me how much you want me to fuck you, woman.”

Without thinking Beverly said “Master I want you to fuck me very much, please fuck me.”

Adam stripped off as he strode toward the bed. In a moment he entered her. Beverly felt a stirring in her privates and then realized that she was about to orgasm. She fought for control and pulled against her bonds. It was to no avail. She started moaning and crying at the same time.

Adam had a broad smile on his face as he rose from the bed and let Beverly out of her restraints.

“You are doing well woman. Now it is time for a trip to the toilet and then you go to your cage while I make dinner. Before you know it you will be falling in love with me and will want to please me in every way.”

Those words rang in Beverly’s head as she waited in her cage. She assured herself that she would never let this man get into her head. She vowed that she would never fall in love with him. She would never obey him willingly. Yet in part of her mind deep doubts were beginning to surface.

Dinner smelled delicious.

The End Of The Beginning

There he was; her assignment. He leaned with both elbows on the bar sipping at his drink, in a world of his own. He was in a dark suit, his tie loose and the top button unbuttoned. His suit jacket was draped across the bar, his shirt sleeves rolled up. He appeared to be a tired executive stopping in for a drink before he trudged home to his loud wife and obnoxious children.

Ruggedly handsome and nothing like her usual marks. Normally, these assignments were routine; boring men who cheated on their equally boring wives. She assessed him before making contact. At least, it would be a pleasure to interact with him, and a shame they had to go down this path.

With a toss of her head, raven hair swung away from fine cheekbones and a delicate neck; she started into the semi-crowded bar. Catching a glimpse of herself in one of the bar’s mirrored columns, she nodded imperceptibly. She was suited for this work even if it would only be temporary until she made a dent in her nest egg. She had no false modesty. She knew she was pretty. She had a heart-shaped face, large breasts with a tapered waist and an ass most women would kill to have. At 5’6” in heels, she was on the short side for modeling, which she considered briefly, but that didn’t hurt her in this line of work.

A black, cocktail dress accentuated her shapely legs and thighs. One shoulder of the dress left her skin exposed while the front dipped down in a scooped neckline that emphasized the inner slopes of her breasts. It was a decent amount of cleavage on display without being slutty. She turned a lot of heads as she strode to the bar situated in the middle of the room. Simone only had eyes for the mark. She didn’t blow her cover by angling straight for him. She slipped onto a stool two seats away paying no attention to him.

The bartender noticed her right away and rushed over with a broad grin, ignoring the customers who tried to stop him on the way. Using the excuse of the music being too loud, he leaned over the bar top and breathed close to her ear, “What can I get for you?”

His eyes flickered to her cleavage.

Simone shifted in her seat. The silky material gaped slightly to give the bartender a peek, and she flashed him a saucy grin, “I’ll have a vodka martini.”

The man two stools away picked up his head, turned to look at her at the same moment she happened to glance his way. Their eyes met in a jolt she felt like an electric current all the way to her toes. She flinched, turned away quickly.

A blush rose to her cheeks; her breath hitched in her throat. She dismissed her instant reaction. It was probably because the eye contact was unexpected catching her off guard. She hadn’t decided how to initiate contact yet, and now he had noticed her, there was no need for an elaborate ploy.

She forced her breathing to settle, turned back to find him staring at her. His file didn’t do him justice. Neither did her distant glance as she entered the bar. He was the stuff of romance novels. She frowned as the thought flashed through her mind. She chastised herself for letting her imagination run wild. He was handsome. That was it. Her mind proceeded to argue with her. Look at him! His eyes were the essence of bedroom eyes with a lazy, seductive quality. His mouth. She could imagine that mouth on intimate parts of her body as he stared up the length of her nakedness.

She realized she had been staring and gave him a small, polite smile before turning to the drink the bartender slid in front of her. The mark’s image lingered. His hair was dark brown, almost black in the shadowy bar, and a touch too long. He exuded a dangerous aura. There was a hint of something in his eyes she couldn’t pinpoint. She resisted the urge to look back at him. She could feel his eyes on her, and it was disconcerting.

After taking a sip of her drink, she steeled herself. She certainly couldn’t ignore him forever. This was her job. He was her assignment and him staring at her was perfect, actually. It meant half her job was done for her. The first part of any assignment was to get the mark to notice her. She called them marks because she wouldn’t call them victim. It was the wives who were the victims. These were the perpetrators, the cheaters. Simone was the bait.

Her job involved ‘luring’ these men to cheat. It was easier than it should have been. It clouds and colors her perception of all men. How could it not? There had been so many cheaters over the years she’d lost count. They were all the same really. Admittedly, not all were as good looking as this one, but like the rest, he would more than likely take the bait. Simone didn’t have sex with these men. She enticed them with a pretty face and some flirtation to see if they would cheat.

She pretended to be new to the city, staying in the hotel upstairs while searching for an apartment. After a few drinks, some laughter and flirting, they were only too willing to take the room key she slid discreetly across the bar. She always rode up in the elevator first, asking them to wait for her to get ready. They would follow a few minutes later. Except, when they got to the room, it was not her they found but her bodyguard.

The bodyguard would do the unpleasant confrontation. He would explain they had been caught; the wife would be contacted and told about the cheating husband’s exploits. Meanwhile, Simone was in another room in the same hotel writing up her report, changing into conservative clothing before leaving the hotel to head home.

Simone turned to him. His name was Matthew. She didn’t remember his last name off the top of her head. Who cares? It was in the file upstairs. She would look it up later when she wrote the details of this encounter in her report. For now, she could call him Cheater, and it wouldn’t matter.

He stared at her, and what she didn’t recognize earlier in his eyes she did now. It was predatory awareness. Oh, yes. This one was already mentally written for that report.

She smiled and leaned towards him a little, “My favorite drink. The bartender makes it just right. Not many can do that.”

He stared at her until it was almost uncomfortable. Finally, he smiled, nodded to the stool between them and jumped up, “Do you mind?” Without waiting for a response, he swung into the seat. “I don’t often see other people ordering that drink. It’s my favorite as well.”

She knows because it was in his file. It was a calculated move on her part to get a conversation started between them. Who ordered vodka martinis anymore except in James Bond movies? She had definitely been doing this long enough to know what hooked them in. It wasn’t all about sex appeal and revealing clothing. That was a large part, but psychology played a huge role, too. Get into their minds and make a connection. Find some common ground. After making that connection, let her body seal the deal. It was all about calculated moves. Simone likened it to playing chess. Evaluate your opponent, assess weaknesses, and think five moves ahead.

She let her fingers linger on a chain strategically dangling in the valley between her breasts, her fingertips brushed lightly across her skin as she chatted. Laughing and leaning into him, part of her coldly watched his reactions weighing and measuring his readiness for the next phase. They exchanged social chit chat; neither revealed much about themselves. He definitely didn’t mention a wife at home.

He was almost ready. He stared at her breasts. His gaze created a reaction within her which was strange. Her nipples strained against the front of her dress, and her face was flushed. Maybe the drink was stronger than she had anticipated when she’d hatched this little plan. No matter. She was a professional. She could close this case.

Licking her lips, she leaned closer to him, her hand idly playing against the skin on his arm. Acting like the drink had more of an effect on her than it actually had, she whispered close to his ear, “Would you like to continue this conversation up in my room?” She looked up in time to see something dark pass like a shadow across his face, then it was gone, and he smiled. She dismissed the momentary shadow with a mental shrug.

His voice matched hers as he leaned in and whispered back, “I’d love that.”

Simone dug in her purse for a moment, fumbling when, in fact, the key was all she had in there. The key to her real room was in there, too, but that was in another zippered area of her purse. She was exaggerating her movements to make it seem as if the drink had had an effect on her. She slipped the decoy key onto the bar before sliding off the stool. “Meet me up in my room in ten minutes.”

As she got up from the stool, she pretended to stumble, righted herself and nodded at her bodyguard. He’d been stationed at a table near the door for most of the night. The bodyguard left.

Simone turned back to the mark as he started to get up. “Just give me a few minutes to get ready for you.” She gave him a sexy smile and moved somewhat unsteadily toward the exit. She wanted to give the bodyguard enough time to get to Room 415. That’s the key she had given to Matthew. Her real room was 512, and as she got into the elevator, she pushed the button for the 5th floor.

The doors started to slide close, and mentally, Simone was already in her room writing up her report, wondering if she had food at home for dinner or if she would have to run to the store. She was startled when a hand shot into the space between the closing doors causing them to bounce back open. She blinked as she saw the mark standing before her. He boarded the elevator. He stared her up and down with contempt, turned to the panel of buttons, looked at the key in his hand, and frowned. The frown was a bit exaggerated as if he already knew something was wrong before he’d stepped into the elevator.

He crowded her, slid a hand into her hair and clenched it tight, but not painfully so. He loomed over her as he steadily pulled her head back to stare into her eyes. Very slowly he asked, “Now, where were you sending me exactly? It looks as if you’re going to the 5th floor.” As he waited for her answer, he pressed her against the back of the elevator with his body. Simone’s surprise made her mute, her head spun slightly as adrenaline punched through her.

Finally finding her voice, she whispered, “I-I must have pushed the wrong button…” She winced since it didn’t sound convincing to her own ears. He didn’t look like he believed her. He snatched her purse and dug around inside. He brandished the second key.

“Staying in two rooms, are you?”

His voice was incredulous, and her mind was completely blank. She had been in worse scrapes than this before. This line of work had some danger to it. Men who’d been caught got upset and made threats, but the bodyguard handled all of the belligerent men. Simone had never had to deal with the mark after he was confronted. She’d never had a mark follow her and find out she was headed to another room. As she stared at him, she trembled at the intensity in his cold, blue eyes. How angry and volatile he looked.

She realized he still had her backed against the elevator; their bodies pressed tight together. His hand was still in her hair. He was so close it was making breathing difficult. She laid both her palms on his chest and shoved. He didn’t move, but the smile that crept over his face caused icy tendrils of fear to race through her. Finally finding her voice, she cleared her throat but she was still shaky. What was supposed to come out as a command was weak and shaky. “Back up right now, or I’ll be forced to call hotel security.”

He tilted his head, gave her a smile filled with evil amusement, “With what phone, exactly?”

His free hand wiggled her purse out of her reach. As the elevator dinged their arrival, he looked up quickly to see it was the 5th floor. He leaned close, pressed her painfully against the elevator wall and whispered against her ear, “This is our floor, baby.”

He yanked hard dragging her from the elevator by her hair as she started to scream. He quickly looked at the room number on the key again, headed for the corresponding door as he clamped his hand over her mouth to stifle her screams. He quickly yanked her into the hotel room and slapped her across the face. Her scream was cut off. Her hand flew to her cheek as she stared at him. This was getting way out of hand. It might be time to come clean, and maybe a dose of reality would make him realize whatever he was thinking would be a bad idea.

“Look, Matthew, you don’t want to do this. I’m working for a company hired by your wife. She suspects you of cheating, and I am supposed to confirm the fact you have no problem cheating…” Her voice trailed off.

He’d been shaking his head slowly but with an increasing smile since she started speaking. He closed the gap between them, buried his hand in her hair, yanked it hard and pulled her face close to his. His growl was low as he whispered, “Who said my name was Matthew?”

The sentence was like a bomb of confusion raining over her. She shook her head but stopped with a wince of pain, “Matthew is the name on your file. I have a picture.”

She stopped talking and gasped. She had walked into the crowded bar thinking he didn’t really look like his picture when she had approached him. As he saw the realization dawn on her, he whispered with a bit of menace, “Didn’t confirm my name when you sat down, did you? Well, aren’t you the professional? I didn’t even give you my name before you handed over your room key. A fake room key, but, who am I to argue, and since we have a room right here…” He gave her a shove towards the bed. “Why don’t we use it?”

She stumbled in her high heels, her yelp was involuntary but she didn’t waste any time on screaming for help. She ran around the outside of the bed to get some distance between them, but was brought up short when he caught her by the very ends of her hair as it streamed behind her. He gave a hard yank and she stumbled backwards into him. He covered her mouth as he held her captive against his body. She was pressed tight along the length of him as he whispered in her ear, “Let’s see what you catch all those men with.”

He grabbed the top of her dress at the plunging neckline, ripped it away from her body. It didn’t rip completely but stretched and drooped. The silky material sagged below her breasts. He breathed heavily in her ear as she closed her eyes. Small, panicked noises swelled within her and escaped in little pants as she struggled in his arms.

He groped both her breasts hard, fingers kneaded the flesh painfully leaving small, red finger marks in her previously-smooth, creamy breasts. She felt his excitement pressed against her backside. With his index finger and thumb, he imprisoned a nipple and pinched. She screeched as he pulled it out and away from her body causing her to arch toward his hand. It did nothing to lessen the pain. Finally, he bit her earlobe hard.

A low squeal of pain almost drowned out his whisper, “Yes, I could see how those middle-aged men would find you attractive enough to cheat on their wives.”

Her pleadings and whimpers were exciting him more. She shuddered. She could only hope the bodyguard would search for her soon. Once “Matthew” didn’t show up in the decoy hotel room, the bodyguard would wonder what happened. Unfortunately, it might be an hour or so before he realized something was wrong. More time would elapse while he tried to coax her room number out of the hotel staff. A lot could happen to her in that amount of time.

Without another word, he snagged a hand into her hair, pulled her backwards, and caused her to lurch in her high heels. Her legs tangled, dragged as she tried to keep up with him. At the connecting door, he pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked it much to her surprise.

At her disbelieving look, he said in a matter-of-fact tone,”Well, you didn’t expect us to stay here where anyone could interrupt, did you?”

After pulling her through to the next room, he re-locked the door behind him. The room scared her more than anything since this whole incident started. It was scarier than when he boarded the elevator, and scarier than when he ripped her dress exposing her breasts.

The four-poster bed was elegantly covered with a cool, blue-silk comforter accented with gold brocade. The deluxe suite’s furniture was a rich, cherry lacquer. If she had been staying her on vacation, she would have adored this room. Right now, she had never hated anything more than those prissy side-tables and pretentious coverings.

The additions he’d added to the room’s elegant decor was jarring. The beautifully-appointed bed had nylon restraints and cuffs attached to each post. Marring the delicate tufted bench at the foot of the bed sat a ball-gag, whip, blindfold and a large dildo. She didn’t recognize any of the other items laying in a tangled heap on the bench, or perhaps her mind shied away from recognition.

Before she could fill her lungs with air to scream, he pulled out a pocket knife. As it snicked open, he whispered, “Don’t. I’m tired of your screaming when I haven’t even done anything to you… yet. You’ll have time for screaming later.”

Her heart beat like crazy, and her eyes darted everywhere trying to find a way to escape. Who was this guy? She tried to still her racing thoughts to figure out what was going on. It might help her escape. He had a key to the door; this room was prepared. Why did the hotel give him a key to the connecting door when she rented the other room? The hotel staff hadn’t said a word.

He wrapped his arm around her neck in a choke hold cutting off her air, pulled her head to the side slightly and held the knife in front of her face. All thought left her as she watched the wicked-looking blade. The light angled off the edge reinforcing the threat, displaying its sharpness. She struggled in his arms as the urge to breath started to overwhelm her. Her vision darkened around the edges. He loosened his hold enough for her to breath, and she did in a huge, whooping gasp. However, the hold wasn’t loose enough for her to talk or she would have tried to persuade him to release her.

His lips brushed across the shell of her ear as he whispered intimately, his hot breath against her ear and with an arousal he doesn’t try to mask, “I want to see the body that entices all those men. Don’t you ever wonder if the work you do makes you a prostitute? Don’t whores use their body for money? That makes you no different.”

He brought the knife in close to her firm breasts and trailed the tip lightly over her skin with agonizing slowness from one pink nipple to the other. As they tightened, he took the flat of the blade, pressed down on a nipple, and watched it spring back up. She watched as well, unable to look away from the knife.

He guided her over to the mirror across the room. This was worse. She had mentally detached herself when gazing at one part of her body, imagining it might be happening to someone else. With the evidence of her face, and his, gazing from the mirror, she couldn’t pretend this wasn’t happening to her.

She closed her eyes. Almost immediately, he whispered sternly, “Open your eyes, whore. You will be very aware of everything I do to you. Keep your eyes open or this situation could get a lot worse for you.”

He cut her clothing away, the knife slicing quickly and cleanly through her silk dress. As the dress fluttered softly to the floor, they both stared at her body in the mirror. A quick flick of his wrist, neatly cut the sides of her panties. With the threat still ringing in her ears, she kept her eyes open staring at her naked body. Her nipples were tight; the aureolas pebbled from the cold steel that had recently skimmed them. His eyes caught hers. The contact was as startling as the knife had been. Her whole body trembled.

He released her neck and eyed her in the mirror, “Remember what I said, whore.” He constantly kept the knife angled almost perfectly to catch the light. She could see how deadly it was; as if she needed the reminder. His other hand pinched hard nipples and groped her breasts roughly, fingers digging painfully into flesh. The tips of his fingers pressed roughly into her skin leaving imprints that would certainly bruise later.

His exploring hands groped and pinched their way down to her sex. He tugged painfully on the strip of hair leading to her pussy. At her whimper, he wiggled the knife. He roughly pried her pussy lips open. She gasped and instinctively flinched away from his invading fingers.


She immediately stilled. Not only could she see him invading her sex, she could feel it. The movements added another dimension to the humiliation, and she could only watch helplessly. He jammed one finger inside her pussy all the way to the base of his hand. He stared at her, gauging her reactions. Their eyes met in the mirror.

Suddenly, he gave her a light shove, shrugged out of his jacket and pulled off his tie. His shirt came next then he kicked off his shoes. His quick movement betrayed his eagerness. In a commanding voice and a stern look, said, “Get on your knees, whore. Take off my pants. Why am I doing all the work here? This is what you get paid for after all.”

Even with the knife in his hand, she couldn’t help but respond, “I do not have sex for money!”

He sneered, “Oh, that’s right. You use your body to entice men, but don’t come through on what you promise. So, you get paid for not having sex. Well, tonight, you’re going to not get paid for having sex. Ironic, isn’t it. Now, shut up, get on your knees and take off my pants.”

She closed her eyes and shook her head as if she could negate what was happening by this simple act of denial. He spun her around and slapped her across the face. Her eyes went wide and her hand flew to her reddening cheek as she stared at him in disbelief and fear. His fingers dug into her arm as he forced her to her knees. She whimpered and clamped her mouth shut tight both so her noises couldn’t escape, and she wouldn’t have to take him into her mouth. It’s surely what he wanted.

He slapped her hard across the face once more, leaned down while taking a grip of her hair and pulled her head back. The angle was painful and he loomed over her, forcing her head up. Face to face, only inches away, his whisper was deadly serious, “If you keep refusing me, whore, I will get very angry and I’ll have to use the knife on you. Do you understand?”

She winced and nodded quickly as her eyes flicked nervously to the knife in his other hand. He released her head, put both hands on his hips, and waited for her next move. From her kneeling position, she trembled. One cheek was turning an angry shade of red and tears were visible in her eyes. There was no choice.

With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She turned her head slightly to deny him eye contact. Kneeling in front of him, the last thing she wanted was it to feel intimate. She quickly pushed his pants down his thighs. She tugged at each pant leg, he lifted his feet and she tossed his pants to the side. She sat back on her calves and waited refusing to take the initiative on anything.

He laughed softly with a dangerous hint of cruelty as he stood there in his boxers, “What makes you think you’re done? I’m almost at the limits of my patience. Keep testing me, whore.”

The challenge in his voice made her cringe. She was scared, and though she hadn’t considered what would happen beyond the next few minutes with any detail, she knew it wouldn’t be anything good for her. She seemed almost in a daze. The slaps to the face not entirely responsible for her dazed reactions. The whole situation had changed so fast. One minute, she was doing her job, and the next she was on her knees about to strip her attacker so he could do unspeakable things to her.

She sniffled and whimpered. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she pleaded with him, “P-please, let me go. I don’t understand w-what’s going on here. I’m s-sorry I lied about the key, but this…this is too much.”

He threw his head back and his laugh filled the room as if this was the funniest thing he had heard all day. The sound made her cringe. As he laughed, she became even more frightened. He sounded insane. She tried to move away from him slowly inching her way backward.

With a lunge, he snatched her hair yanking painfully. He increased the pressure on her scalp until she let out a cry; only then did he whisper, “Do you think this is about the room key still? Aren’t you a stupid bitch.” He turned her head so she could see all the equipment laid out with such care. “This is about more than giving me the wrong room key. This took some time and planning. You’re not here by mistake, whore. I’m done playing with you. Now, take off my boxers, wrap your lips around my cock and suck on it like your life depends on it because it just might.”

She whimpered as he tugged harder on her hair. She pulled his boxers down over his muscular thighs. As his cock came into view, a very distant part of her noticed how large it was. In normal circumstances, she would have enjoyed it. Right now though, she was scared by its size and wondered how she would fit it into her mouth. She winced as she stretched her lips wide to wrap her mouth around the flared tip.

As soon as she did, he tossed the knife onto the dresser, grabbed both sides of her head and thrust hard into the back of her throat gagging her painfully. His long groan of arousal at her gagging was nothing compared to the noise he made as he fucked her throat hard and her noises increased in volume. Small, animal-like whimpers escaped her every time he pulled back out of her throat. Her body convulsed with every throat-gagging thrust.

He slowed his jarring thrusts but kept his cock in her mouth. He whispered, “At least your mouth is good for more than just talking men into thinking they have a shot of fucking you. I’m going to back up towards the bed. You will keep my cock in your mouth while you follow me on your knees. If my cock falls out of your mouth, you will regret it. Do you understand me, whore?”

At her look of panic, he let out an evil laugh and started walking backwards. “I’m hoping you fail. I want to punish you and hear you scream for me.”

She quickly followed, her knees scraping across the floor in her haste to keep up. He reached the bed and stopped abruptly. She’d been concentrating so hard on keeping pace she didn’t stop when he did. She gagged herself on his cock. Her stomach heaved, and she pulled back. An instant before she let his cock out of her mouth, she paused. Her heart slammed in her chest and adrenaline shot through her. She’d almost given him what he wanted.

He picked her up, tossed her face down on the bed and quickly attached the cuffs to her wrists. As he moved down to her legs, she started kicking, struggling and screaming. The stinging slap to her ass startled her. She paused long enough for him to attach the nylon cuffs to her ankles.

She could imagine what she looked like right now. Her arms were high over her head, her legs spread. She was lewdly positioned, with her sex exposed for him. She turned her head as she heard him move away, but couldn’t see where he’d gone. She panicked as she wondered what he was doing. Suddenly, she heard a whistling sound a split second before an intense line of fire licked across the skin of her ass cheek. She screamed into the pillow under her.

He yanked her head back and removed the pillow. “Bitch, I’ve worked hard for this. I want those screams.”

That strange whistle and another slice of pain on her backside. Another scream forced out of her. Her whole body shook as she pulled against the restraints. Her voice was hoarse from her screams, and scratchy from the throat fucking she had received. She couldn’t stop the screams if she’d tried. The skin of her ass must surely be on fire.

The pain was consuming and like nothing she had ever felt before. She begged him to release her over and over repeatedly, and all she got for her screaming pleas; a moan of arousal or a laugh. Finally, he hopped up onto the bed and straddled her ass. The hair on his thighs brushed her ass and forced a piercing scream from her ravaged throat. He loomed over her, grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. He gently brushed her hair out of her face and moaned softly, she could feel his cock twitch on her back. “Your tears are perfect.” He licked her cheek.

He hopped down from the bed. She heard him moving behind her, felt the bed shift as he put his weight on it. Simone twisted and turned but the way her arms were tied, she couldn’t angle herself correctly to see what he was doing. She could only see small flashes of his skin out of the corner of her eye. She felt a warm puff of air between her thighs. She shuddered to realize it was his breath, so close to her pussy. Something nudged at her pussy lips. Without warning, he thrust painfully deep into her pussy with one huge shove. She screamed until her voice trailed to a breathless, panting whimper. It took a moment to realize something wasn’t quite right. She couldn’t feel his weight on her. It took a moment for her to figure out he had shoved something inside her, maybe the dildo she saw on her first glance into the room. He slapped her ass cheek reigniting the pain; her whole body stiffened as another scream escaped her raw throat.

He pulled her ass cheeks apart and pressed a finger experimentally against her asshole. “Tell me Simone, have you ever had anything in this hole?”

As he talked, he kept pushing and prodding at her but not quite entering. She shook her head begging, “Let me go, please. I’ll never tell anyone about this. I won’t say a word. I promise!”

She stiffened, stopped begging and lay stunned as she realized he knew her name. She hadn’t given him her real name when they met downstairs. She thrashed around on the bed, knew it was useless but unable to keep still. She could hear him laughing before suddenly, a searing pain in her ass. Her screams now echoed throughout the room; she wondered why no one would come to her rescue. Whatever he shoved into her ass, he started to thrust in and out. His hand bumping into her ass let her know it was his finger. As she figured that out, he shoved a second finger inside her burning hole. The burning and cramping was almost too much for her. Her heart raced, and she started to feel lightheaded from the pain. Her screams started to fade as her vision grayed around the edges. The fingers were removed. She slumped to the bed in relief. That relief was short lived as she felt him settle his weight behind her on the bed.

Something much larger than his fingers bumped against her asshole. He growled, “Get ready, bitch, cause this is going to hurt much more than my fingers.”

He slammed his cock deep inside her ass. She let out a howl of pain. Her screams were never-ending and took her breath away. She drifted away mid-scream and a distant part of her mind was grateful for its instability.

Next thing she knew, he had her yanked back by the hair. “There you are. You are not escaping that easily. I waited for you to wake up before I continued. I didn’t want you to miss any of the fun!”

He pulled back out of her ass and plunged deep again. Her whole body thrashed uncontrollably under him as she screamed yet again. Each of her screams increased in volume, and she realized she was begging, “Let me go, please. Stop hurting me… oh my god…please…stop..stop..god.” What she kept repeating after didn’t make much sense. A blend of intense pain and slight shock. It didn’t stop him.

His thrusts increased; he pistoned in and out of her ass quickly with a force that pinned her to the bed on each downward thrust. He lay on top of her and the only thing moving was his ass as he fucked her with savage power and drove her body deep into the mattress.

As he crushed her with his body, he slid his hands under her and pinched her nipples hard. He bit her neck almost hard enough to draw blood. The pain overloaded her body; she thought she might go insane from it. He pulled out of her ass with a groan and pulled her ass cheeks apart. She could feel his finger caressing her open hole.

Without warning, he uncuffed her wrists and ankles. She cried with relief. He flipped her over and mockingly said, “Aww. Now you hurt my feelings. You don’t want to play with me anymore?”

He quickly cuffed her hands while she lay face up on the bed and leaned over her, “I decided I want to see your face while I fuck your ass.”

She shook her head and whispered, “Please. Just let me go. Why are you doing this? Why are you hurting me?” He leaned down and kissed her hard, pressing his lips painfully over hers in a bruising kiss as he lifted her legs over his shoulders.

She was bent almost in half with the dildo still stuck inside her. Something tickled her upper thighs and trailed over her ass. She whispered, “Is that the whip handle inside me?”

He nodded, laughed cruelly, and lined his cock up with her asshole. While kissing her, he pushed deep into her tight ass. Her scream was muffled against his lips. He whispered against hers, “Yesssss. Hurts doesn’t it?”

He pulled back from the kiss and thrust with a savage, gleeful fury in and out of her ass. The pain, pressure, and cramping was unlike anything she had ever felt. His cock slid swiftly without any of the previous friction but no less painfully. Her continuous screams and cries didn’t diminish in any way, though, her voice got hoarser with each scream that passed through her worn throat.

She could see him losing control. She had a glimmer of hope this whole ordeal would be over soon. His last few thrusts were erratic but just as deep as the ones before it. He pulled out and moved close to her face pressing his cock against her lips then into her mouth as he started to let loose his cum. She cringed and tried to shake her head, but he had her head pinned to the mattress. It hit the back of her throat. He pulled back and shot the rest over her face.

As the warmth trickled down her face, she tried to turn and wipe it on the bed. He grabbed her hair to stop her, “You haven’t learned yet. Stubborn bitch, aren’t you?”

As he talked, he smeared his seed all over her face with the other hand. One finger dipped into her mouth and left traces on her tongue. Suddenly, he jumped from the bed, strolled casually around the bed, selected something from the pile of toys on the bench and strolled just as casually back towards her. His cock swung obscenely in front of him as he watched her reaction.

She turned to look up at the cuff holding her arms tightly. Knowing it was useless didn’t stop her from testing the strength of her bonds. It was a mistake to look away from him. As she turned back, he attached a clip to her nipple. As the teeth of the clamp bit into her sensitive nipple, she arched her back and let out a high-pitched scream full of pain.

She realized her legs weren’t bound, and she kicked out at him. He shook his head at her pathetic attempt to injure him, attached the remaining clip to her other nipple, and cuffed her legs again. He jumped on the bed straddling her waist. With a flick of his finger against the clips, pain shot through her like a focused lightning bolt that sizzled all her nerve endings.

It took her a moment to realize he was talking to her. “Since I’m resting up before I fuck you. Would you like to know how this all came about?”

Through her haze of pain, she nodded, “But, please take those off me first. I-I can’t h-handle it.” He grinned cruelly and gave her breast a slap that made her screech. Tears filled her eyes. He stared at her hungrily, and she could see his cock twitch and start to harden.

His voice deepened with arousal, “I’m going to have to be quick with this explanation. You have no idea…” His voice trailed off as he moved up her body, his ass now on her chest. Her screams intensified. He brushed the tip of his cock across her lips, watching her face intently. “I’m going to have to explain quickly. I’m ready to fuck you again, and you need to hear what you did to start the chain of events that led to this. But, while I’m explaining, suck my cock.”

He pushed his cock past her lips. He lifted his ass off her chest, flicked her nipple and in a stern voice, “I said suck my cock. Don’t let it lay on your tongue like you’ve never tasted a cock before. We both know you have.”

He moaned and nodded with satisfaction before continuing, “So, Simone. Your line of work is not something everyone could do, is it? Takes a beautiful creature with a bit of ruthlessness. Coming on to men who are married, laying a trap for them with your attractiveness and then springing that trap with your bodyguard while you slither away to report to the wives how their husbands were going to be unfaithful. I bet you have ruined more than a few marriages with your assumptions. How many marriages over the years, Simone? Do you keep a count of your kills like an assassin would?”

He leaned in as she tried to talk; his cock pushed deeper into her mouth, gagging her as he said tauntingly, “Did you want to say something? I couldn’t hear you. What was that?”

He shrugged and sat back down causing her to howl in pain. She couldn’t believe how he played with her, and what was his point about her job? Whimpering, she sucked his cock, panting through her nose, and hoped he wouldn’t start choking her.

“Anyway, like I was saying…you have broken up a lot of marriages based on what the man might possibly do, not on what he actually does. Let’s talk about a man who walked into your trap. Let’s call him Matthew, shall we?”

He gave her a smirking grin.

“Matthew was sitting in a bar just having a drink trying to relax from his crappy day at work. This beautiful woman walks up to him, a raven-haired beauty with a stunning smile. He was a little surprised she would talk to him, but she did. She seemed to really listen when he talked. It had been a long time since anyone had really listened to him. She invited him up to her room. He thought they could continue talking where it was quiet. After all, she was too beautiful to have any interest in him sexually, and he was a married man, but everyone can use a friendly ear once in a while.

Except when he got to her room, she wasn’t there. Instead, there was a man to break the news that his wife had hired their company to catch him cheating. Cheating! He wasn’t there to cheat, just to talk, and although it sounded unlikely, it was the truth. After his wife left him, took the kids, and he lost his job due to his depression, he expressed his innocence in a letter to his brother. They found the letter next to his dead body. He’d killed himself.”

The man on top of her leaned down, pushed his cock deep into her mouth, gagged her, and cut off her air, “Do you know who that man was, Simone? Do you remember my brother at all, or was he just another long list of maybe-cheaters you caught over the years?”

Her eyes wide with fear and disbelief, she tried to shake her head. She couldn’t have been responsible. Every man she lured into the upper floors of the hotel was going to cheat on his wife. It was in the body language, and the way they accepted the room keys, wasn’t it? As her vision started to fade, she realized she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen. She didn’t care.

She came to consciousness slowly. She was bouncing lightly on the bed. Her body was in so much pain she couldn’t get her bearings. The stinging slap to her cheek startled her. It cleared her mind and her vision. How long had he been fucking her while she was unconscious?

It was hard not to see her. She was the girl with the perfect skin, the right curves, great hair, and plenty of attitude. She wasn’t the smartest girl in the group, but that never stopped her from being the favorite of just about everyone. Geeks dreamed she would speak to them, jocks hassled each other over who would ask her to the dance, and every girl loved to hate her. Her parents were made of money, but to hear it from her you’d think she was homeless. They wouldn’t get her a car until she raised her grades, but who needed algebra anyway?

I hated her, every inch of her perfection. She treated everyone like they were beneath her, walked on them, talked down to them, and worse, others did the same to impress her. It was a disgusting show of the perfect rich girl and her superiority over everything else.

I planned on changing that. I needed a new girl, my clients were slowly becoming bored with the stock that I had back at the farm. A new girl meant finding the ones that deserved to be punished, grabbing them without getting caught, and breaking them in.

I had a plan for her though; a plan to exact my revenge and she would be none the wiser.

Rumor has it that Rebekah is still virginal, teasing her boyfriends until they are at unbearable levels, and leaving them to their own devices. At parties she is never alone, only drinks from un-opened soda cans, and makes sure that she doesn’t get cornered by one of her many aggravated beaus. I’ve watched her for nearly a year now and found the best time to get her alone is to tutor her. She refuses to meet at school since she doesn’t want to give anyone ammunition to make fun of her, so she invites her tutors to her house when her parents are away, that way she doesn’t have to admit she needs help with her grades, and her parents think she’s a good student.

After talking her usual tutor into switching with me for a night so that he could go party with his new girl I had my in. Then was the alibi; my sister was the only help I had in this strange business of mine, but she would happily help. A part of me wonders if she’s not even more twisted than our parents were, but more on that later. Now for the plan. After I finished tutoring Rebekah I would leave without incident and head to the pizza place a block from school, always a popular hang-out for students when there were no parties to attend. This guaranteed that I would be seen. As my sister is a quiet, hardly seen geek type, no one will think twice about her. She will sneak into the Rebekah’s house as I leave, through the back door I will unlock, by then Rebekah should be drugged into compliance. From there it was a simple walk to the car, and out of town.

Normally I don’t consider taking high risk girls for my clients, but this one needs to be brought down a few pegs. Part of the reason I hate her is because I was gullible enough to believe she thought I was cute as a freshman, ended up with naked pictures of me lining the boy’s locker room for nearly a year. A not so fun joke she played on me.

At 4:30pm I knocked on her door with her favorite orange soda and sugar free snack in hand. She rolled her eyes when she saw me carrying the food with a snarky, “As if.” When she let me in the door. We sat at the dining room table and began her advanced Chemistry homework, soon to be followed by Algebra and possibly Biology. Either this chick never studied, or she just wanted a free pass by having some geek do it all so she could copy it. Not my problem, but I played along. Rebekah didn’t touch any of the stuff I brought, which wasn’t a surprise, but she was snacking on wheat thins and bottled water when the doorbell rang. She glanced at me and groaned, “Try to stay out of sight.” I nodded and got up to hide by the pantry while she checked the door. The moment she was out of sight I grabbed the Rohypnol I stole from my insomniac mother and dropped two in her water, shaking it vigorously to dissolve them quickly. Thankfully she was kept busy for close to ten minutes; the water had calmed down, though it looked a little different, maybe I was paranoid.

Rebekah however was distracted by whatever transpired at the doorbell and so she didn’t even bother to look before taking a deep swig from her water, in fact she nearly drank the entire bottle before she noticed any difference, but I had expected sooner.

Looking from the bottle to me and back she threw the bottle at me and bolted for the bathroom, but expecting this I was easily able to grab her, and in her quickly deteriorating condition, pin her to the floor. I took her cell phone from her pocket so she couldn’t call or text for help before my sister showed up. I carefully tied and gagged her, carefully dragging her to the back door where the fenced in yard would hide Leah as she carried the drugged beauty to her car. I made sure to straighten the house up before I left, wiping my prints from her cell phone after checking her messages to make sure there wouldn’t be a suspicious gap in conversation.

I put her phone by her books, now neatly stacked, and walked out with my back pack over my shoulder, waving as I left, as if I expected her to be watching and headed for the pizza place. I get a text from my sister that she has arrived at the house just as I reach the restaurant. About thirteen people I recognize, though don’t really know, are lingering about, a few jocks toss a football back and forth as they munch on greasy pizza. I take a seat and order mini corn dogs, this place has the best kind, and it’s my usual order. Don’t want to appear suspicious.

Dora the waitress takes my order and nods over at the other guys, “Don’t feel like company?” I shrug and tell her they’re not really my group of people. She smirks in that sad kind of way that tells you she pities you, and heads to the kitchen to fill my order. Leah in the mean time tells me that Rebekah is safely in the car, fading in and out, she’s wiped down the spots she touched, and makes sure all the doors are locked before leaving.

I eat my food slowly, waving at a couple of people I recognize, tossing the football back to the jerks at the other table when they pretend they missed the catch when they hit me with it. At least I know that I’ve been noticed. I ask Dora for some cheesy fries to go, Leah’s studying at home and will be mad if I don’t bring her favorite snack home with me.

As I leave I make sure to ding jock boys fender with my car door, a little immature, I’ll agree, but it felt good.

I drive for about three hours, making sure I’m not being followed, making sure no one is around when I pull into the long winding drive that takes me back to my family’s old farm. We still own the property, but it’s not really used anymore, well, not for the normal stock at least.

When I arrive Leah has Rebekah tied to my bed, though Rebekah doesn’t really realize what’s going on. She’s fading in and out of sleep, but that doesn’t matter, she doesn’t need to remember this part. Leah heads home with her bag of cold cheese fries and leaves me to my work. I take my time, carefully cutting off the expensive clothing I would never consider buying, though I could afford it. I never saw the reason to spend eighty bucks on a pair a jeans you’ll probably only wear for a year and throw out.

Anyway, once she is bare to me I check her bindings and begin the fun. I start by taking a soft leather tail whip from my shelf of things and wake her drug addled brain with a stinging whip against her right thigh. She groans and wakes up abruptly, though her mind is fogged and she can’t focus, I know that she is aware of the pain. I take the whip to her a few more times, until the skin of her thighs and stomach is pink with irritation. I then replace the whip with a flexible rod that snaps and leaves angry red welts behind. She screams weakly a couple times and pulls at her bindings, but the drug is keeping her mostly sedated.

After she is sensitized I grab a vibrating tool and press it hard against her nearly bare pussy. Her body arcs and she actually seems to be aware of what is happening. I grin and rock the black vibrator against her sensitive clit. I can see her body reacting, though she is trying to get away from my assault. I’m glad she is aware of my assault as I leave the tool propped against her lower lips. I grab a few other toys from my shelf and put them into use. An open mouth gag so she can’t bite me later, a set of anal beads that get progressively larger as the strand goes on, and a smaller vibrating tool that is strapped into place against her newly sensitized clit; now I’m ready for the fun to really start.

I make sure to lube the beads good, and moisten my fingers before delving between her sweet cheeks. Her ass is tight, I groan just thinking about the damage I’m going to do later, but for now I start to stretch it out a little, just enough so that the first few beads can slide in and hold. As I push the first two into her ass, she screams against the open mouth gag, my cock jumps in excitement, I push them farther in, watching her struggle against the binds at her wrists and ankles as I push them further in. Tears streak her perfect face when I force in a golf ball sized bead and leave it just in the opening. Her pussy cries as well, but these are different tears, silky warm tears of arousal, whether she wants them or not. I strap the small vibrator onto her and dip a finger into her tight wet sheath as her hips buck from the discomfort of the beads and the high speed vibration.

She screams nearly constant now, a low keening that is muffled by the tears clogging her throat. I grab the back of her head and shove a pillow beneath it; this stretches her neck into an uncomfortable position, but makes it easier for me to straddle her once I shed my clothes. Her eyes widen when she sees my cock standing up right and ready. I smile. “All for you. Payback for the locker room humiliation.”

She nearly gags as press my cock into her hot wet mouth, trained as I am in this kind of sex I still felt the need to cum almost immediately. Must be my dreams coming to reality. I started slow at first, and then began an ever quickening rhythm that was sure to leave her bruised. I forced myself to last until I felt her body spasm in orgasm from the vibrating onslaught. It was then I came into her mouth, still sliding my dick in and out of her wet canal, forcing her to choke down my semen.

When I finished I wiped her mouth and took out the gag, replacing it with a ball gag. I spent a few minutes slapping her face, “you’re not a tease any more, you’re mine, and I’ll do with you as I please.”

This brought on more tears, but I didn’t wait too long before I moved on to her lower lips, drenched with her orgasm, her body still spasming from the toy. I fingered her for a short time, one finger slowly, bending and twisting to make sure she could feel it, then two as I stretched her out a bit. I didn’t to remove the vibrator, though it was in the way a bit. I slapped her hard, grabbing her breasts in a painful grip, while rubbing the swollen head of my dick over her weeping pussy. I pinched her nipples hard to distract her just as I penetrated her hard and fast. It hurt her, and I loved it.

She screamed against the gag, but I pushed on, forcing myself deep into her and rocking her hard. I didn’t bother to let her adjust, she was wet enough that her body would protect her from most of the invasion. I pounded into her hard and fast, reveling in the feel of her body arching against the pounding onslaught of mine, feeling her muscles jerk with orgasm, and eventually going limp when she could take no more. I pulled out before cumming myself and walked around the bed, pumping my own dick I shot it onto her face and left it as I cleaned myself up.

When I came back out wrapped in a towel I couldn’t tell if she was sleeping or passed out from the ordeal. I took the vibrator off and tossed it aside to be cleaned and removed the ball gag. I left the bead in her ass though, I thought it looked like a funny tail and she needed to be stretched out. I had one buyer who loved young ass.

I called Mark and Clyde, my guys at the barn, and they came by and grabbed Rebekah, carrying her the 50 yards to the barn where I instructed them to tie her up. They ran a thick rope around the rafters and tied it to the chain of an old heavy set of manacles before locking her into them and hoisting her so that her toes barely touched the ground. I left her there to hang. As I left I glanced back and noticed the bead hanging, as good as I felt I wasn’t done yet. I placed a hand around her waist and grabbed onto the beads, slowly pushing them deeper by nearly three beads. Her ass would be sore, but by morning, she’d be ready for the second part of her training.


Training Day: Part 2-Rebekah’s First Client

As I woke my first impression was cold. The air on my skin caused goose bumps to rise all over my skin. The second thing I noted was that I was naked, and very sore. My head was heavy, foggy. Thoughts came jumbled and incoherently, but this faded after a few minutes, at least I think it was only a few minutes. My shoulders ached, my jaw felt bruised, and my body was very sensitive. As all of these realizations hit me so did the memory of the previous night. I had thought it just a horrible nightmare; Brandon had all but fucked me with his eyes while he’d tutored me, it was aggravating, and disgusting.

It seems he’d done more than just use his eyes. My body ached in all the right places to fill in the blanks of my memory. He’d drugged me, but I’d been too arrogant to notice at first. Never once thought anyone would try something in my house, but that was my first mistake. Now, as far as I can recall, I could be pregnant with the king of geekdom’s baby and apparently he wasn’t done with me yet. As I raised my head to look around my shoulders burned and since I couldn’t feel my hands I figured I was tied with my arms above my head. I didn’t realize I was hanging until I tried to turn around to see where exactly I was and found that my toes barely touched the floor. I screamed, no way out, no control; this was so not happening to me. I would kill that idiot nerd who dared do this to me! If he was taping this to embarrass me I would take him to court and make sure he spent the rest of his life being ass raped in some medium security prison.

It was just after I stopped screaming that I heard another voice near me. A soft female voice, well, soft only because she whispered. “Stop making so much noise. I know it’s scary when you’re new, but if you’re good you won’t get punished.” I couldn’t see the girl who spoke, but her words just pissed me off, “Who are you and why are you helping him?! When I get out of here you’ll go down with him you little bitch.” The girl laughed a little, but stopped whispering, “You’re never getting out of here, but your attitude will land you in some seriously bad places.”

I wanted to scream at her some more, but I heard the door open nearby and waited. Two big guys came walking around me shortly after, their large paw-like hands like branding irons on my cold skin; they lowered me to the ground. I couldn’t feel my legs, and my arms were very rubbery, being held up by the two gorillas was a blessing but I hated their hands on my naked skin. “It’s about time you got here. Did daddy send you to find me? Where are my clothes?”

The black brute just chuckled a little and threw me over his shoulder while the blonde one slapped my ass hard, “We’re not hear cause of daddy, we’re here cause the boss sent for you. You need more training because he’s got a buyer interested in your sweet ass.” I was horrified!!! I kicked and screamed, but that only got me spanked again. My butt was already sore from something, and the slapping caused a stinging ache that didn’t go away. It was then I realized that I either had to poop badly, or something had been stuffed in my ass. The latter proved to be true when I was all but dropped onto a cold, padded leather table and held down. The big black man pushed forced my legs apart and held them wide as the blonde guy started pulling on a long chain of plastic beads that had been hanging from my ass. I was mortified. The pain was moderate, the friction of the beads moving inside me was both awkward and stimulating, I felt my nipples start to tighten, so I kicked out at the bear of a man holding me down. He caught my leg and held my knee to my chest, this caused my sphincter to tighten around the beads. It hurt, but also felt oddly good. I didn’t understand this, but was unable to do much to fight back. The blonde guy dangled the beads in front of me and I saw a little bit of smeared blood on a few of the beads. This infuriated me more and I began to thrash against the black man. The blonde dropped the beads and locked an arm around my neck, forcing me against the table.

I heard Brandon’s voice then and fought against the pressure on my tired arms as they were tied to the board I lay on. “The more you fight the more punishment you’ll receive. There is no one here that will help you. If you’re good, and obey, you’ll be rewarded with luxury. If you are bad you will be punished in ways you have yet to imagine.” He grabbed one leg and tied it down as the black man grabbed the other and did the same. I was stretched out with my legs tied over a table, my butt hanging over the edge. Ugh, this so reminded me of the Ob-Gyn when I had to get a pelvic exam done when I turned 18. That thought fled my mind quickly as clamps were clipped onto my tightening nipples and clothes pins pinched onto my skin along my stomach. I tried to buck away from them at first, but that caused the clamps and pins to jerk and pull on my sensitive skin, I could also see the three of them becoming very excited. “Let me go, Brandon, I’ll never tell anyone you did this if you let me go.” Brandon only laughed at me, “You think I’m a fool? Besides, why would I let my newest prize go? I have a new client, and he’s looking forward to meeting you. If you’re a good girl I’ll let you rest before your client arrives. If you don’t cooperate I will wear you down so you don’t have a choice but to comply. It’ll be better for you if you go along with it.” I saw him nod at the blonde guy who then forced a ball gag into my mouth. It tasted funny, like brand new plastic and something else I couldn’t place. The clamps on my nipples were connected by a thing silver chain that blonde man kept pulling at. I could feel my body ripple in reaction each time he tugged on it, I was so pissed that I felt anything. Only a whore could enjoy something like this.

The three placed so many clothes pins from just under my breasts down my stomach and hips to my thighs that I lost count of how many there were. When they were done they would occasionally flick one, cause me to whimper in pain. My body however reacted in a completely different manner, and I couldn’t hide it. I felt myself grow damp and slammed my eyes shut, not wanting to see their reaction, I heard it though. “Little bitch likes it” came from the black man. Brandon chuckled and slapped my left breast, causing both of them to bounce painfully, “I knew she’d make a good pet.” The blonde grabbed my throat and pressed my head back over the edge of the table I was splayed on, “You’re gonna love it here sweet cheeks.”

I groaned again, fear, pain, and humiliation making me wish for death, quickly. They had only begun though. It seems the man who purchased me enjoyed hardcore BDSM because they attached another clamp to my tender clit and ran a chain up to the one that connected to my breasts. Then they added these little shock clamps to the chain, and each time they pushed the button on their remote a little shock hit my nipples and my clit causing me to buck against my restraints. My body flushed pink and my clit swelled as I came hard seconds into this new torture. I felt tears trail down my face, embarrassed that my body could react this way.

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