“Nineteen.”
“How did you get here? And how long have you been here?”
“Master, I am not to discuss me. I am here to please you.”
“We are alone.”
Her eyes immediately turned to the corner of the room, with the slightest of a head tilt. “Yes, Master, we are. Please, let me serve you. I promise I will be better today.”
He followed her gaze to a small black glass bubble on the ceiling. Troy recognized instantly, they were being watched. “Then come here." She smiled and crawled on her knees to him. He seized her shoulders and rolled Nicole to her back. Still clothed, he felt his cock enlarge at the sensation of the small young supple body beneath his. Leaning his head to her ear, “Can they hear us if I whisper?”
“Master, I don’t know. I don’t understand what you want from me?" He saw the moisture in her eyes.
“Rub me through my jeans as we talk. That way it looks right." She nodded and obeyed. “First, what did you mean you would be better today?”
Her hand pushed against his jeans rubbing and servicing. “Last night I was inadequate. I passed out.” Her head dropped to his chest. “I am sorry I displeased you.”
Troy lifted her chin. Despite the tears, her hands maintained their mission. “Nicole, you did not displease me. I came today to be sure you were alright and apologize for my behavior." He felt the girl tremble under him. He rolled to block her body from the camera and embraced her with his strong arms.
After she regained control she asked, “So, it was not you that complained to Master Clinton about my behavior?" As soon as the words left her lips her eyes looked up to Troy in terror, “I am sorry again, Master. I am a bad slave. It is not for me to question.”
Continuing to shield her from the electronic surveillance, “You are not bad, and no, I didn’t complain. Did someone?" Nicole’s head nodded. “What was the complaint?”
“Please, Master, may I suck you?”
He wanted it so much. He also wanted Diana, but he wasn’t sure he could continue this conversation without some action. God knows, he didn’t want to get Nicole in more trouble. “If, we can continue to talk.”
Reaching for his crotch and zipper, “Very quietly, please,” she whispered.
Troy had an idea. He jumped up before she could undo his jeans. “Stay here." He rushed from the room.
Moments before he returned, the small room filled with the sound of music, loud, gyrating… it was the music from the club. Nicole’s eyes opened wide as her ears filled with the sound. Troy found her naked, bowed on her knees with her hands outstretched and her face on the floor.
He closed the door. “Get up." She stood. “Now, you may do what you started." She smiled coyly, returned to her knees, and crawled to his feet. The irony of a sweet grateful smile on this self-professed slut made his knees buckle. He met her on the floor, lifting her shoulders. The music muffled their words. Only their actions could be observed from the camera. He kissed her collar bone as she pushed her breasts toward him. “What happened to your clothes?”
“Master, I was afraid when you left.”
Still nuzzling her neck and moving toward her breasts. He couldn’t help notice the purple bruising. “Afraid, of what?”
“That you went to get Master Clinton, that you were displeased.”
Twisting the tender deep red nipple, he heard her moan. “I am not displeased. I wanted to conceal our conversation." She nodded as he seized her ass and pulled her against him. “Now, tell me the complaint from last night.”
She leaned into his chest. From the camera, you couldn’t see her mouth, or know she was speaking. “I did not stay conscious; therefore, full enjoyment of my pain was not had." Troy’s body stiffened at the thought. Someone complained that she passed out from too much pain, instead of realizing they were the cause of her unconsciousness. “I am sorry and it will not happen again, at least I will try harder.”
“Were you punished?" She nodded into his broad chest. “Tell me how.”
Nicole’s head bowed into his chest. Her hands worked feverishly on his cock. She seized it and moved up and down. Her actions were rewarded by growth. It swelled in thickness and in length. Quietly she whispered, “I was reprimanded by Master Clinton and Mistress Debbie. I was then sentenced to the box. They retrieved me from there, for your services.”
Troy’s erection shuttered. “Tell me what you mean, the box?”
“Master, it is what I said, a box. It is not large enough to sit or lay out right. It contains no means for urination or defecation. It is a box. It is meant for punishment.”
He tried unsuccessfully to block the mental image her words produced. Troy rubbed his body against the supple young girl. She responded appropriately, but his mind was elsewhere. “Is this your first time in the box?”
“No, Master. All slaves endure the box upon arrival. It is an initiation, an incentive to comply.”
“What did you mean, reprimanded by Clinton and Debbie?”
“Master,” she continued to tend his shaft, her small hands dedicated to the task at hand. “Master Clinton fucked me and Mistress Debbie made me please her. I told them that I fainted due to hunger. She said I could eat… her.”
Troy tried to deal with each statement separately. “Clinton fucked you? Has he done that before?”
“Yes, Master, often. It is alright, I came."
His body tensed at the idea of the older, greasy looking man fucking this young innocent girl. “And Mistress Debbie?”
“Master, she is in control of all of our behaviors. She has every right to expect obedience.”
“How long were you supposed to stay in the box?"
Nicole’s head was now moving toward his cock. She tongued his belly with cat like licks. “I was told that the customer was the only one who held the key, my fate was not up to me.”
“So I saved you from the box?”
“Oh, yes, Master Troy. That is why I assumed it was you that put me there. Please let me thank you. Please allow this lowly slave to suck you.”
His erection now stood at attention. “First tell me, when did you last eat?”
“Master, if you will please allow me, I will once again have something in my stomach.”
Troy registered her words. Nicole was begging for his cum to fill her empty belly. He tried to imagine Diana doing the same. It was impossible. She would sooner tell him to fuck off than beg to suck his semen for her nutrition. “Food, Nicole, when did you last eat food?"
She daringly inched her lips toward his cock. “I was allowed a few scraps from a customer’s plate yesterday afternoon. I was allowed to lick his plate from the floor.”
He fought with his instincts and mind. This girl passed out during Liam’s whipping because the last bit of food she’d ingested were scraps from a customer’s plate, yesterday afternoon. She ate from the floor like a dog. She begged and pleaded for cum to sustain her nutrients. “Suck me." Troy didn’t need to repeat himself. Nicole dove onto his shaft and sucked with all her might. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the ride. She caressed his balls and ass. She sucked and slurped until all resolve melted away. Troy released load after load of cum into her waiting vessel. Her mouth took everything he had to offer and would have taken more.
When they were done, he pulled her up by her shoulders and rolled her to her back. Troy’s weight flattening her breasts as he pinned her petite body to the floor, whispering in her ear, he asked, “How long have you been here?”
“Master Troy, I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“No, Sir. I can’t see day or light. I am not sure of the time or date. I came here when I was eighteen. I remember it was winter.”
“Why did you come here? Were you forced?”
“No, Sir. I came here willingly. I am a slut to pain and sex. I like them. I like others being in control of me." Her head bowed, “However, I do not always behave well, and I need discipline."
“If you could have anything, what would it be?”
“To please you.”
Her correct answers were beginning to piss him off. The obvious power he held began to swell within his chest. Covering her mouth he continued, “Shut the fuck up." He pressed harder on her lips. “Stop saying what you are supposed to say. Say what is real." He watched her green eyes blur with moisture and released her mouth.
“Master, I am sorry for upsetting you. Please punish me for my insolence.”
It was more than he could take. He was there for one reason: to help this woman, correction, girl… to help this girl. He didn’t want to let her suck him, but he’d done that. He didn’t intend to fuck her, but she was rubbing her firm body against his. And no matter how hard he tried, she wouldn’t directly answer a question. Did she deserve punishment, probably…?
The idea wasn’t unique, but he attached her wrists to cuffs and suspended her from the ceiling. A rider’s crop was available and created the nice “swish” sound as he tested it through the air. The first strike made him instantly hard. The second caused his cock to pulsate. The third, made Nicole’s body tremble and the fourth caused her to shutter in response. As he reeled back for the fifth, Troy studied the girl hanging before him. The music still boomed. He leaned in, close to her ear, “Tell me what you miss."
Her words were distant and eyes didn’t open. She viewed her own private movie. “Sunshine, I haven’t been outdoors since I came here. I miss the way my eyes squint and the feel of warmth; and chocolate. Oh, Master Troy, chocolate, that is what I miss."
Troy released the pulley, watching Nicole fall to the floor. He unleashed her wrists and immediately collapsed upon her body. His cock remained free, although he was still fully clothed.
Diana lingered in his mind. However, the brown-haired woman that landed before him, helpless and beaten, the one with the piercing green eyes, she penetrated his shield. “Master Troy, please fuck me.”
She didn’t need to ask twice. His cock was on the verge of explosion. He could have positioned her anyway he wanted. He chose missionary and watched as her eyes closed and felt her body respond. Eventually, when his inhibitions were totally spent he heard her question, “Master, may I?”
His rhythm stopped for only a second. She was seriously asking his permission for orgasm. That in itself almost catapulted him over the top. “Yes, slave. Yes, you may come." Her release combined with his power, created an orgasm like none he’d ever experienced. Every ounce of energy propelled his hips. Troy’s cock exploded sending semen deep into her beautiful body.
“Master Troy, if you are as you say, new at this. You are very good."
“I am not displeased with you." He watched her eyes shine.
“May I ask a question?”
“Yes, I have asked you a lot.”
“Why are you here? Is your wife not willing to allow you this need?”
His cock still enjoyed the tight warm channel of her pussy. He moved his hips feeling the tight squeeze. His movements made Nicole’s body arch. She was almost ten years his junior. It seemed so wrong and so right. Resting his elbow near her head, he used his other hand to twist one of her nipples. Her moan caused his cock to enlarge again. Bowing his head toward her breasts, he replied, “I’m not married. I think I want to do this with my fiancée, and I wanted to check it out first." His teeth nipped at the deep red stub.
“Ohhh, Master, that hurts." Her words only strengthened his hold. He wanted pain, not blood. When he finally released her nipple, he told her he was going to bite the other one. Her hands were free, but she didn’t attempt to shield his intended victim. Instead, she lifted her chin, pressed her chest upward, and exposed the tender flesh. Masterfully he bit the second nub. Her noises were a combination of pain and pleasure. Before long, he was pumping into her cunt again.
More out of curiosity than sadism, Troy proclaimed, “This time you may not come." After injecting her with more of his seed, he marveled at the power. He’d never dreamt that he had the power to control a woman’s body so completely.
Chapter Five
“I am not displeased,” was the last thing Troy said to Nicole, as he left the club. He repeated that information to Clinton, with a two hundred dollar tip. Honestly, his statement was only partially true. Nicole did not displease him. However, he was pissed off at himself. He’d cheated on Diana a second time. That wasn’t his intention. It was just the rush of power.
That
is what lacked with Diana. He’d allowed her too much power.
Her most recent text read:
It’s too late. Don’t come over
. It wasn’t too late, and he planned to establish his power tonight, things were about to change. He drove with renewed desire toward her apartment. His thoughts swirled with their reunion, new roles, and impending
make-up sex
.
Troy wasn’t sure how Diana would accept the change in their relationship. Equality would no longer exist. After all, she is only a female and would need to learn her place. The past wasn’t her fault, although he may punish her for it anyway. The idea made his cock swell. He was the one who needed to step up, to be the man. Depressing the accelerator and feeling the powerful engine propel the muscle car down the highway, Troy knew he would do that tonight!
The dildo and anal plug only protected Diana from penetration while in her apartment. Liam knew that, actually he’d ordered it. She would think he tried to shield her, when in reality he wanted her brains fucked-out and her body battered and bruised. Being Carmichael Diamond’s son gave him privileges. He gave orders, and they were followed.
Liam sped through the streets of south Chicago. He decided to see how the little brunette liked her temporary home. Grinning at the prospect, he believed some box-time kept all the females pliable and humble. The biggest rush came in seeing the gratitude in their eyes upon release.
The slowing of the truck caused Diana to fall against the rough side of the wooden crate. Collapsing to its floor, she believed the vehicle stopped. The next sound was that of a large overhead door opening, followed by voices. Diana shook with fear and anticipation. Her crate moved and then plummeted, as if pushed off a platform or truck bed. Her naked body reeled and landed abruptly. She tried to right herself. However, still wearing the hood orientation was difficult. Mercifully, a breeze cooled her perspiration-drenched body as she heard the lid open.