When she returned from the bathroom, he’d cut the steak into bite-size pieces. As she knelt up and put her hands behind her head, he speared a piece of steak and held it to her lips.
J. took the morsel, closing her eyes as she chewed. Eric gave her two more bites, and then a slice of peach. He popped a can of beer and took a long swig. “Want a sip?” He held out the can. J. nodded and he tipped the can to her mouth, letting her drink.
She remained still, her eyes fixed on the tray of food. Eric knew she was hungry, maybe even hungrier than before, with the few bites of food just whetting her appetite. Good. That’s how he wanted her, hungry and eager to obey.
“Ever been fucked in the ass, J.?” he asked, enjoying the freedom of speaking just as crudely as he wished.
J. frowned but then nodded slowly.
“Direct question,” Eric warned.
“Yes, Sir,” she responded.
“Of course you have,” he replied. “A slut like you. Well, guess what, slut? You’re going to be fucked in the ass again tonight. But first we’re going to have a little fun. Get up on the bondage table on your hands and knees. Stick that nice ass of yours out.”
“Please, Sir,” she dared to venture. “The food. I want—”
“It’s good to want things,” he interrupted. “If you're a good girl and take everything I give you, afterwards, if I’m satisfied, you’ll get to finish your dinner. It’s up to you. Now do as you’re told.”
He saw the flash of anger and then the sudden change in her demeanor, as if a shade had been drawn down over her features, leaving a blank mask in its place. He’d change that in a hurry, he thought with an inward grin. He’d soon have her screaming. He couldn’t wait to begin.
J. climbed onto the top of the padded cage and positioned herself on her hands and knees, her full breasts hanging provocatively, her luscious ass displayed. Eric stroked her ass, moving his hands over her skin. Most of the welts had faded, but there were still a few marks, including one where he’d evidently broken the skin. He touched the spot, the thought of spilling her blood exciting something even deeper and darker in his twisted psyche than he’d dared yet explore.
Maybe someday…
Pushing away the thought for now, he said aloud, “Stay just like that and don’t move.” He hurried over to the bureau where all her toys were kept and pulled out several items: a set of wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs with clips attached, two long sashes, a tube of lubricant, a butt plug, a dildo and a pair of clover clamps.
Eric moved the food tray out of the way and returned to his slave. He cuffed her wrists and ankles on either side of the bondage table, securing the clips to the O rings that edged the perimeter. He tied a sash around each thigh, bringing the sash down to the bars beneath the pad and tying it in a slip knot to help keep her upright and secure while he had his fun.
To get her in the right headspace, he pulled her head up by the hair and slapped her face, each smack hardening his cock. Her breathy cries of pain and the startled look in her eyes just spurred him on. He thought about shoving his cock down her throat then and there, but decided to continue with his original plan.
Letting her go, he retrieved the butt plug and returned, holding it up in front of her. “How many times has this been shoved up some poor loser’s asshole, eh, Princess Lola? Guess what? Now it’s your turn.” Her eyes widened and he saw she was clenching her fists, but what could she do?
Not a damn thing.
Moving behind her, he squeezed some lubricant on his fingers and touched her puckered hole, his cock poking hard against his pants. As he pushed past the tight muscle, Jessie flinched and tensed. He added a second finger, excited at the idea of sliding his cock into the hot, tight passage.
First a little foreplay, he told himself, grinning. Removing his fingers, he put some lubricant on the head of the black butt plug and pressed the tip of it against her asshole. He eased it in slowly. J. took it pretty well until he pushed the flared base inside her. She squealed, jerking forward in her restraints, but she wasn’t going anywhere.
Eric laughed. “My cock’s bigger than this thing, so you better get used to it.” He shoved the butt plug home, leaving only a flat circle of rubber protruding between her cheeks. Next he picked up the large dildo and lubed it up. He pushed it into her cunt, not as careful as he’d been with the plug. She grunted and tried to twist away as he slid it in as far as it would go.
He would have to work on discipline and train her to keep perfectly still, no matter what he did to her. But there was time for that. Right now he was too horny to think about training techniques.
Once both phalluses were firmly lodged inside her, Eric moved to her side. Reaching beneath her, he attached the clamps to her nipples, savoring the wince of pain his actions invoked. He tugged against the chain, aware this only tightened the clamps. Lifting the chain, he pushed it between her lips.
“Bite down on this,” he ordered. “If it falls out of your mouth at any time, I’ll add some more welts to that ass of yours.” She took it between her teeth, again wincing as the taut chain caused the clamps to tighten further on her tortured nipples. Eric reached for them, rolling the hard nubbins between his fingers while she gasped between her clenched teeth. He let go of one of the nipples and tugged at the elastic waist of his pants, pulling them down and kicking them away. As he stroked himself, he gave a savage twist to her compressed nipple.
J. screamed, dropping the chain from between her teeth.
“Oops.” Eric grinned evilly. “What did I tell you?” He lifted the chain, again forcing it into her mouth. Her eyes were filled with tears, her face contorted in pain.
Leaning in close, he said, “Don’t move, you hear me? No matter what I do, no matter what happens, you keep still, eyes forward and that chain in your mouth.” He grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger for emphasis. “You hear me?”
She nodded against his hand, the taut chain caught between her teeth. Satisfied, he let her go and moved behind her. Grabbing her ample ass cheeks with both hands, he squeezed. Letting go, he began to smack her ass with his palms, hitting her hard. The dildo he’d shoved into her cunt fell out and rolled off the table, falling between the cage and the wall. He made a mental note to retrieve it later.
He tugged lightly at the butt plug, but it wasn’t going anywhere, not until he pulled it out. He continued to spank her ass, hard steady strokes until her skin was flaming red and J. was whimpering steadily. Her heated skin gave him an idea.
Going to the bureau, he picked up a fat candle and a box of matches. Returning to J., he then lit the candle and held it over her back. When the first drop of melted wax landed on her skin, Jessie squealed, dropping the chain from her mouth. The candle still in his hand, Eric moved to stand in front of her.
“What the fuck did I tell you, slave?” He lifted the chain, jerking hard against her clamped nipples. J. screamed, her mouth an O of agony. Eric’s cock was hard as bone. He shoved the chain back into her mouth. “Drop it again,” he warned, “and I’ll bring out the cane.”
Eric returned to his position beside her and let the pool of wax that had accumulated in the candle fall in a long line over J.’s back. J. whimpered and panted, her body shaking. Each tortured cry was like a jolt of electricity delivered directly to Eric’s cock. When he couldn’t wait another second, he blew out the candle and reached for the anal plug. He pulled it from J.’s ass and stared in fascination at the gaping orifice, at once excited and repelled.
Excitement won out. Retrieving his pants, he took a condom from the pocket and quickly tore off the wrapper. Rolling it over his cock, he climbed onto the bondage table behind J., grabbing her hips to hold her steady as he pushed his way inside. She was still plenty lubed from the butt plug. Her rectal muscles clamped down like a tight, hot velvety tube surrounding his cock. It felt incredible as he moved inside her and he knew he wasn’t going to last long.
Just as he was about to come, he reached around her body
and felt for the clamps. He released them and J. keened, a high-pitched wail of pain as her numbed nerve endings came alive, the clamps clanking against the bars of the cage as they fell to the ground.
Eric let go with a cry of his own, coming hard for the third time that day. When he could catch his breath, he pulled out of her and climbed off the table, sliding the used condom from his cock and setting it beside his naked, bound slave girl.
J. was shaking and whimpering. She’d dropped the chain from her mouth when he’d removed the clamps, but Eric decided to let this pass. He removed the sashes from around her thighs and pulled the cuffs from her wrists and ankles. She collapsed against the padded table.
He lifted her into his arms and set her down on the carpet. She lay where he left her, her eyes closed, her face streaked with tears.
Eric retrieved the used condom from the padded tabletop and, remembering, leaned over the cage to get the dildo. He glanced in J.’s direction. She was watching him with wide eyes, perhaps afraid he wasn’t done with her. But Eric was satiated, at least for now.
He gathered up the other toys, taking them to the bathroom and dumping everything except the clamps into the sink. Dropping the condom into the trash can, he plugged the sink and ran the hot water, putting the bar of soap into the sink as well.
Eric left the toys to soak and returned to J. She hadn’t moved. He sat beside her and pulled the tray over. He cut another piece of the peach and held it to her lips. J. opened her eyes and accepted the piece of fruit.
“Sit up,” he ordered. “You earned your meal.”
He fed her all of the peach, and then the steak, alternating it with bites of bread. He liked watching her eat, opening her mouth like a baby. He could have given her only bread and water. She should be grateful.
While she ate, he sipped his beer, his mind teeming with ideas of what he would do to her in the days, weeks and months that followed. When there was no food left, Eric hauled himself to his feet and pointed to the sleep cage, thinking he would go buy a baby monitor in the morning so he could keep better tabs on his slave. Tomorrow was a new day, and he had lots of ideas he couldn’t wait to try out.
As she crawled inside, he said, “Get some rest. You’re going to need it.”
Chapter 8
Jessie spent a while picking the bits of hardened wax she could reach off her back and flicking them outside the cage. Too exhausted to keep at it for long, she lay back down, carefully touching the indentations on her nipples where the clamps had compressed the flesh. They were sore, but no lasting damage had been done. Her skin felt itchy and she ached for a long, hot shower, but at least her tummy was full.
Now if he would just turn off the light so she could proceed with her plan.
She’d nearly had a heart attack when he’d leaned over the cage, certain he was going to find and retrieve the scissors. She had watched in silent agony while he groped behind the cage, biting hard on the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming in frustration.
Miraculously, when he again stood upright, only the large dildo, still gooey with KY, was in his hand. She’d nearly cried with relief, but had somehow managed to keep still and quiet
Ah! The light flicked out at last.
Jessie lay still, counting to one hundred before daring to roll toward the wall. With a trembling hand, she counted the bars with her fingers and reached between the fourth and fifth bars, gliding her fingers lightly over the exposed carpet.
As her hand closed around the cool metal, her heart stumbled over its own beat. She was half expecting light to flood the room, and sirens to blare the moment she lifted the scissors into the cage.
But nothing happened.
It remained dark and still, the ever-present drip-drip-drip from the bathroom sink the only sound in the room, along with her rapid breathing.
Carefully she pulled the scissors through the bars and rolled onto her back again, clasping them against her chest like rosary beads. When her heart finally slowed sufficiently for her to think again, she shifted and lifted a corner of the thin mattress. Using the scissors, she pulled the points along the fabric on the underside of the mattress, tearing a small hole. She eased the scissors into the hole, nestling them between the fabric and the foam rubber, and let the mattress fall.
Closing her eyes, she fell almost at once into a deep, dreamless sleep.
~*~
Eric was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate at work. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t obsessed with getting the deal closed. He was glad Tony was with him at the meeting with one of their most important clients, because try as he might, he just couldn’t seem to muster the enthusiasm to even pretend to care. His every thought was on J., and what he would do to her as soon as he could get the fuck out of the office.
“Eric? Do you agree?”
Eric realized all eyes around the table were on him. He had no idea what he was supposed to agree with, but took his cue from Tony’s eager expression. “Yes, that sounds good,” he offered, relieved when everyone smiled in agreement.
They wrapped up the meeting and walked their hopefully satisfied clients out. Blake was busy at Jessie’s desk, handling client emails and appointments. Tony turned to Eric. “You okay, boss? You seem, I don’t know, really distracted.”
Eric ran his hand over his eyes, thinking fast. “Yeah,” he said. “My head feels like it’s full of cotton. I think I might be coming down with something. I had a rough night.”
As he hoped, Tony took the bait. “I know what needs to be done for the CC account,” Tony said. “I can get the ideas for the branding campaign firmed up and send you the workup for your review via email. Why don’t you go home and take it easy, boss? You work too hard. We’ll survive a day or two, won’t we, Blake?”
Blake looked up from his computer screen and nodded. “You bet. You don’t have any essential meetings scheduled over the next few days, and we can handle things here till you get back. I’ve heard there’s a flu going around. You get some rest, maybe you can beat it.”
If he didn’t know better, he’d think they were trying to get rid of him, but since it was exactly how he’d wanted it to go, Eric sighed histrionically and said, “I hate to leave you guys to it, but yeah, I think I might be getting some kind of bug. I guess it wouldn’t be too cool to get the two of you sick, right? I’ll just collect some stuff and hopefully work from home for a day or two until I bounce back.”
Eric went first to J.’s apartment. He’d already paved the way via her email to the management company that handled the apartment lease. Using funds from her bank account, he paid off what she owed as a result of breaking the terms of the lease, and was now ready to clear the place out.
He’d been pleased to learn the furniture was rented, even down to the television set. That made things a lot easier. All he had to do was pack her personal belongings into boxes and haul them away. He would store them in his garage until he could get to a local dump and dispose of them properly.
When Eric arrived home he unloaded the few boxes that were the sum total of J.’s pathetic belongings and shoved them into a corner of the garage. Eager to begin playing with his slave girl, he decided to head straight down into the basement, instead of going first into the kitchen. Grabbing the case of bottled water and the bag of apples he’d picked up for her on the way home, he made his way down the narrow, uncarpeted stairs.
Setting the stuff down, he moved toward the cage and unlocked the gate. Lifting it, he ordered, “Crawl out and stand up, hands behind your head, legs spread.”
J. was moving slowly, too slowly for him, so he bent down and gave her hair a yank to hurry her along. She stood up, her long, thick hair a tangled tumble around her face, her eyes downcast.
“Go on, move it.” Eric was impatient to get the show on the road.
Once she was in position, he ran his fingers beneath one raised arm and over her shaven cunt. “Not too stubbly,” he decreed. “We’ll stick to an every other day shav
ing schedule.”
He reached for her cunt again, cupping it in his big hand. J. winced and shifted slightly on her feet. “What?” Eric demanded.
“I need to, um, to use the toilet, sir. And I’m hungry and thirsty.” Her tone was somewhere between a plea and a whine.
He let go of her. “You can use the toilet. In fact, take a shower—you stink. Take that thing with you and dump it out.” He pointed to the plastic urinal at the back of the cage, which was nearly full of her piss.
“As for eating,” he continued as he watched her sidle back into the cage and retrieve the capped plastic bottle, “that’s a reward, not a right. You earn your food and water. Depending how obedient you are today, you might get to eat and you might not.”
While J. was in the bathroom Eric took off his shoes, socks, shirt and tie. He opened his belt and undid his fly. He had been studying training techniques on some of the more radical slave training sites and he was excited to try some of it out on J. While she was showering, he got things ready, including the wand and harness, an electric shock prod and a sleep mask. He tugged the St. Andrew’s cross into the middle of the room so he would have access to all sides of J.’s body for what he had in mind.
When he was done, J. was still in the shower. She’d had long enough. Entering the bathroom, Eric pulled the stall door open and shut off the water. Yanking her from the stall, he thrust the towel at her. “You have one minute to dry off. Then get your ass out here.”
She looked sexy standing there naked except for the dog collar around her neck, with the water dripping off her dark nipples and falling from her thick lashes like tears. He considered throwing her to the cold tile and fucking her then and there, but reminded himself he had other plans.
Besides, she had to earn his cock.
He led her to the cross and strapped her wrists in place, each arm stretched along the X. Next he attached the harness around her waist. He squirted plenty of lube on the head of the vibrator and then fit it through the holder until it was resting snugly against her cunt. Forcing her legs wide, he cuffed an ankle to each leg of the cross.
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