Currently the room sat uninhabited, all sixty plus females were elsewhere cleaning, training, or working in some way to better their place at Inferno. “Thank you, Clinton, for your time and the tour. I am trying to understand how I can transfer your ideas to my fiancée.”
“Think about dog obedience school." The greasy man with combed back hair advised. “Think of each female as a bitch. It is like training a dog. Females are basically stupid creatures. They can’t handle too many instructions at one time. Teach them the basics: bow, kneel, suck... Administer swift and severe punishment for disobedience." He leaned closer to Troy to emphasize his words. “Obedience is expected and therefore not acknowledged. If however, exemplary behavior occurs, rewards are justified. It is amazing how quickly their attitudes and behavior can be adjusted."
Troy thought about Diana, but he also thought about the green-eyed woman from last night. He’d left her with Liam. She’d been amazing and obedient. Remorsefully, he thought about his behavior. “Clinton, may I request a particular female for my… for my needs?”
Clinton’s beady eyes shone with approval. “Yes, Sir, our bitches are at your disposal. Was there one that caught your eye? One you’d like to fuck or beat? They are available for anything you desire. And,” his voice slowed, “if you meet any resistance, tell me personally. I promise it will be dealt with immediately.”
Troy caught Clinton’s innuendo, “I promise I will do that. I want the green-eyed female that serviced Liam and me last night.”
Clinton’s expression wavered, “Sir, perhaps Candy, the blonde that sucked you so well in the club?”
“No, Clinton, I want the green-eyed female. I don’t know her name. What is it?" Troy felt an urgent need to pursue his desire.
“Her name is Nicole, Sir." Clinton tried again to change Troy’s mind offering him anyone else.
“If there is a problem, I will gladly speak to Mr. Diamond…”
“No, Sir." Clinton’s face now glistened with perspiration. “Let me take you back to the club. Please enjoy the show and the waitresses. They will satisfy your needs until Nicole is available. Allow me some time.”
Troy didn’t want to delay his reunion with Diana, but he feared Nicole’s fate if he wavered. “I will be glad to wait. I look forward to Nicole’s talents. Thank you, Clinton, I will inform Mr. Diamond of your hospitality." With that, Clinton escorted Troy to the club and slithered away.
Chapter Four
Diana had never lost consciousness from pain. Now, as the world came back into focus it was the only logical explanation she could deduce. The dark stillness that had saved her began to evaporate. She became increasingly aware of needles pricking her entire body. Instantaneously, her flesh ignited in flames of agony. The blood curdling screams that filled her ears caused her to shudder. It wasn’t until her mouth filled with an unknown material that she realized the screams came from her own mouth.
Something stopped the noise. It was no longer piercing, just a buzz sound, vibrating within her head. She gasped at the loss of oxygen, realizing that her lips were unable to open. Screaming was no longer an option.
Focusing on the world around her, Diana recognized her own bathtub. She also identified the source of piercing agony. It was the ice-cold spray, from her shower, hitting her naked abused body. Her lips were sealed shut and something was in her mouth, something moist and thick. With her nose as her only option, she tried desperately to breathe. Her hands were bound behind her back; therefore, unsealing her lips was not a possibility.
The fight lasted only seconds. Diana’s body resumed its limp state. She had no control over it or her future. Accepting her fate and the pain, she concentrated on breathing, and waited. Her tears blended into the spray of the shower
. Troy… Troy… Where are you? It is so cold!
She allowed her mind to escape to a warm destination.
The woman on stage danced in rhythm to the loud sensual music. Yet, her distant gaze told another story. Her mind heard a private song, one she held near to her heart, a place she didn’t share with others. Troy watched as she shimmied and moved in sync. It was hot, erotic, and carnal. The few other men in the audience were obviously aroused by the performance. Troy was too distracted. He worried about Diana and Nicole. Shit! How the fuck did his concerns now include a woman he didn’t even know by name until a half an hour ago?
He’d turned on his phone when he took his seat in the club: five messages from Diana! She was
so sorry
, she
wanted to see him
, and
she wanted to show him how sorry she was…
His resolve melted. Yes, he liked the idea of controlling her. He relished the idea of disciplining her for her insolence. However, more than anything he loved her. He texted back,
I have something I must resolve. I promise I will be to your apartment this evening. We will work everything out. I love you.
“Master Troy, Master Clinton said you requested my services?" Troy looked up from his phone. Before him, in the skimpy waitress uniform with her wet hair secured back into a messy bun was Nicole.
“Yes, Nicole, thank you for coming out to me." He gestured to the other chair at his table. “Please, join me.”
Her expression was a combination of panic and terror, “I am sorry, Master. I am a slave. I am not worthy of a chair. May I service you?”
Troy immediately understood he would not engage Nicole in a public conversation. “Nicole, I would rather spend time with you... alone, away from others.”
Her eyes remained diverted. “Yes, Master Troy. Please follow me. I will gladly take you to a private room.”
Diana’s body temperature plummeted below ninety-eight. She opened her eyes as the pummeling of ice ceased. In front of her cold blue body, she could see Liam, his golden hair tussled and blue eyes dancing. She watched the corners of his lips curve upward as he turned off the water. “Well, good morning, Sunshine."
She liked his pleasant voice. His earlier tenor scared her more than she’d known possible. Her eyes opened wide as he carelessly ripped the tape from her lips and removed the gag. She recognized the material. It was her red thong. She fought to speak, “Good morning, Sir.”
“Master.”
Diana stared at his face. She knew there was no question or deliberation. He was proclaiming his status. It wasn’t for her to question. “Master Liam, may I please get out of this tub. I am very cold."
He extended his hand, like a heated blanket. Her wrists were no longer bound. She wearily reached and he seized her petite hand. His warmth transcended her fingers, arm, and flowed to her body. At that moment, there was nothing she wouldn’t do for the blue eyes that held her gaze. He wrapped her in a plush towel. The scent of fabric softener filled her senses as she relished the warmth of the terrycloth and his embrace.
After a few minutes, she felt the pressure on her shoulder causing her to kneel. He didn’t need to direct; she knew her place. With reverence, she worshiped his cock. Her only purpose became her greatest desire: to please him. She did. Although her cunt begged for attention, Diana concentrated on her Master. Her efforts were rewarded as his semen filled her. His words brought her back to reality. She fought the fog and listened. “Who is your master?”
“Master Liam, it is only you.”
“What about Troy?”
“Sir, I am at your disposal. Master, my body is yours. If you decide, I will service Troy. But, it is your decision." Diana lowered her eyes after seeing Liam’s grin. She felt confident that she’d pleased her master.
“I have called for a pick-up. My dear, you are now my slave. Is that true?”
Diana looked up from her position on her knees, “Yes, Master.”
“Will you do as I bid?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I bid that you go to my father’s club. It is called the Inferno. I was going to take you there as a date. But now, I have some men coming to take you. You will now work there as a sex slave.”
Diana’s nerve dissolved. “I’m sorry, Master… I don’t understand.”
He grabbed her hair and forced eye contact, “Stupid Cunt, you are a sex slave. The Inferno is a BDSM Club. You are now retained property. You will service any and every cock that is put before you. You are now owned by Liam Diamond and consequently Carmichael Diamond."
The tears over flowed her lids, “Master, I don’t understand. Please keep me for yourself.”
Liam’s laugh advanced her shivers to tremors, “Cunt, you no longer have the ability to make requests or decisions. Do you think you still deserve the love of someone like Troy?”
His name pushed the tears from her eyes, creating flowing streams down her cheeks. “No, Master. Troy deserves a woman much better than I." She lowered her head to the top of Liam’s shoe.
“I have your phone. He texted you saying that he has plans to visit you. How do you think you should respond?”
In the next few minutes Liam replied to Troy’s text and placed an anal plug and dildo in Diana’s orifices. “This, my dear, is to stop the men who are coming from fucking you on the way to the club. What do you say?”
“Thank you, Master. Thank you for protecting me." The dildo was uncomfortable and the anal plug hurt. Diana had trouble sitting without feeling the synthetic plug within her sore hole. She maintained her position of kneeling with her breasts exposed and knees open wide.
“When these men are done with you and deliver you to Inferno, there will be paper work for you to sign. You must relinquish your rights. Are you willing to do that?”
Diana tried desperately to suppress the sobs, “Master, what will that mean for my wedding?”
Liam’s cruel words resonated through the apartment. “Do you really think Troy will still want to marry you when he learns that you are nothing more than an Inferno Slut?”
“No, Master. I am not worthy of marrying. I am only a lowly slut.”
He petted her wet hair. “Very good, you understand your place. I am glad to hear that. If you forget your position, I as well as many others will be ready to adjust your attitude with a leather strap or riding crop. Do you have any questions?”
“No, Master.”
“Very well." His phone vibrated.
Once he was done, Diana asked, “Master, are you coming with me to the Inferno?”
“No Slut… You will be all alone during your training. However, I will be kept appraised of your progress. Do you plan to disappoint me?”
“No, Master. I will make you proud... Please,” she lowered her head, “can you fuck me before they get here?”
“Yes, I can. No, I won’t." Diana understood. She didn’t deserve his cock in her pussy. She genuflected at his feet. Her hair fanned over her hands and face and her bare ass rose, allowing the top of the anal plug to be seen. Diana’s lips contacted his shoes. She continued to kiss and suck until she was forcibly removed by very large hands.
She couldn’t see them, only feel their grip and hear their deep condescending voices. They secured her hands behind her back and placed a gag in her mouth. It felt like a ball and tasted vile. She was unable to close her lips or swallow. Within seconds drool leaked from her lips. The large hands gave Liam something that looked like a thick dog collar, black and studded. She closed her eyes as he placed it around her neck. “You will wear this collar as an outward sign of your new position. You are a bitch, bought and sold.” She saw the padlock that he clipped to the buckle. “You are owned." The lock snapped shut. The last thing she saw was Liam’s arrogant grin as someone placed a hood over her head. The world was once again dark, and she was again fighting to breathe.
Still naked, they forced Diana into some kind of a box. It was difficult to tell, without sight or use of her hands. She crouched as the lid came down on her head. It was cramped and despite the hood that covered her face, she could smell the acid odor of urine. Her stomach reeled, and she fought the urge to vomit. She feared that if she did, she would suffocate. The crate moved. Though the muffled voices were buffered by the hood and enclosure, Diana was certain she heard laughter.
Her body strained to maintain balance as the box changed positions. Eventually she had the sensation of a moving vehicle. Tears caused her nose to run, making breathing increasingly difficult. Diana shut her eyes. Dying would save her from her agonizing uncertain future.
Nicole led Troy from the club, down the same hall he’d traveled the night before. Today, most of the doors in the passage were open. Within the rooms, he saw naked women scrubbing floors and walls. Others were wiping devises of suffering and humiliation. It seemed ironic to Troy that these women were working so hard, to ready their own dungeons of torture.
The room they entered smelled of disinfectant. Nicole closed the door. “Master Troy, would you like me to undress?”
He watched the petite brunette and marveled at her strength, despite her circumstance. “Not yet, Nicole, first I want to talk to you.”
She didn’t meet his eyes. Instead, hers stayed focused on his shoes. “I don’t understand, Master. Do I displease you? Do you no longer want me?”
Trying to ease the conversation, if that was even possible, Troy sat on the hard clean cement floor and leaned back. “You don’t displease me at all. Now, please sit.”
She nervously looked around the room. “Sir…”
He tried another approach. “Alright, I am new at this BDSM thing. You must do as I say, correct?”
For the first time she turned her beautiful green eyes to him. “Yes, Master, I am here to please you.”
“Very well, then sit with me. It would please me to speak to you." She smiled slightly, easing herself to the floor. It warmed his heart to see her smile and a twinkle in her eyes. “Where were you?”
“Master? I don’t understand. I was here. I have not left here since I arrived.”
Troy decided to think about that later. “I mean, where were you when I requested you? It took a long time for you to come to me.”
Immediately her head fell forward. Nicole’s chin touched her chest as she genuflected at his feet. “Master, I am sorry, I was too slow. Perhaps, you would like to punish me?”
This was getting old. His hardening cock indicated it was also very erotic. “No, Nicole." He lifted her face, gently. “I do not want to punish you. I am curious." The expression that met his looked so young. What did he see? Relief? Sadness? Definitely too much pain for someone so young. “How old are you?”