She slowly worked more and more of my shaft into her wet mouth, moving her head in shallow bobs, taking a little bit more each time. I knew I needed to focus on something else or we would have a repeat of the dungeon, and I didn’t want that. Not right now.
I wrapped my hand around hers at the base of my cock, and stroked myself through her until she understood the circular motion I used to rub one out. I had no intentions of cumming in her mouth again, but next time I did, I knew she would be able to quickly and efficiently.
“That’s it my little cock whore. You’re so hungry for Master’s cock aren’t you” the words tumbled out of my mouth.
She pulled my cock out of her mouth and with a resounding, ‘Oh yes, Master’ she shoved it back in, clearly enjoying this as much as I was. Even after cumming just hours before, her words of admission were almost enough to make me blow again, and that was not in the cards.
I took a step back, my dick popping out of her hollowed out cheeks.
“Stand up, you greedy girl. I want to feel that tight cunt around me.”
She didn’t hesitate. With light movements, she sprung to her feet, turned her back on me, and bent over the edge of the bathtub. I could see her pink hole glistening, and I knew she was more than ready to take me.
“Hold on tight, my girl,” I warned her before I bent over her, grabbed the edge of the tub, my hands outside of hers and guided my cock deep into her. We stayed that way for a brief moment, both of us reveling in the feeling of fullness before I pulled out of her completely, and thrusted back in again.
Over and over I fucked her tight pussy, my knuckles turning white from grabbing the ledge as tightly as I was. Her moans spurned me forward, and only a tiny shred of humanity kept me from pile driving into her with no regard to her well-being.
A thought entered my head, and I released one hand to grab a hold of the nape of her neck and pull her head back towards me.
“Tell me, slave, how did you feel when my cock was in your mouth and you were fighting to breathe?”
She didn’t answer as I continued pounding into her.
“Answer me,” I shouted.
“I liked it Master,” she screamed back.
I knew she wasn’t bluffing because her insides became wetter with her just thinking about it. She never failed to surprise me.
“Take a deep breath,” I warned her suddenly as I took her head in my hand, and shoved her under her cold bath water.
She clenched up immediately, caught off guard, and I knew I was close to cumming inside of her. I lifted her back up and brought her head close to mine.
“More?” I asked her, gauging her response.
“Yes, Master,” she cried out.
I dunked her again, and this time she would stay down until I unloaded in her. It didn’t take long. As soon as she started running out of oxygen, she gripped her hands tighter and kicked out one foot at a time. I pumped faster as her cunt milked my cock, and just as I felt the first squirt and throb of my orgasm, I pulled her up, let go of her head and reached my hand around to grab her clit and pinch.
She screamed in part ecstasy and part pain as she came on my cock and my fingers, gasping for air and clenching my shaft with her pussy. I thrusted a few more times until my balls were drained, and my strength gave out.
Grabbing her around the waist, I gently sat us both down on the discarded towel, my dick still inside of her.
“Did you enjoy that, little bird?” I asked her as our breathing returned to normal, my dick going flaccid, nestled in her warm wet cunt.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered before laying her head on my chest and passing out.
Chapter 16
Phoenix
I didn’t know how long I was out for, but when I woke, I was in my own bed, naked and under the covers. Zander wasn’t in the room, but I could hear footsteps back in the bathroom.
“Master?” I called out.
“I’m here, little bird,” He said, coming to stand in the space between the two rooms. “I thought you had fallen asleep for the night on me,” he chuckled.
“How long was I out?” I asked.
“Only about fifteen minutes. I was just cleaning up the bathroom.”
I blushed instantly, all of the thoughts of the last hour rushing into my brain. “I would have cleaned it up,” I told him to hide my pink cheeks.
“I know you would have, and I could have made you, but I thought I would do something nice while you napped.”
“Thank you, Master,” I said, feeling slightly ashamed for calling him out on his generosity.
“That’s better,” he grinned. “Now, scoot over.”
I did as he asked, scooting my naked body over from the middle so he could climb in. He was fully dressed again, but I doubted that would stop him if he wanted to fuck me again and truthfully, I wouldn’t have been opposed if he did.
“Interesting,” he proclaimed and I looked up at him.
“What?”
“I can already read you it seems. Are you up for another round so soon?” He raised his eyebrows.
“How--” I stammered, unsure how he could tell.
“You’re biting your lips and you looked at my cock. Not the most subtle of tells is it?” He laughed.
I pulled the blanket up around my neck and pouted.
“Now, there’s no reason to turn brat on me. Not after what we just did,” he winked.
I giggled, and for the first time since I entered my new home, I actually felt a modicum of peace.
“I waited for you to wake up, so we could both look at this,” he said, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out the letter I had been punished for. “This might be general correspondence,” he told me, or it could be the information we need for your next task. Either way, I will read it, and I will let you know if it pertains to you, little bird.”
I nodded at him and waited patiently. He opened the envelope and unfolded the paper, scanning the first half.
“It’s about your task,” he told me, but kept reading. As he read, his eyes widened and his face turned red, rage taking over his body. I could feel the goosebumps raise up on his skin, and he began to shake with anger.
“What is it, Master?” I asked.
Without a word, he crumpled the paper in his hands, climbed out of bed and left my room, slamming the door behind him. I gulped.
I had a feeling that wasn’t a good sign. I shimmied out from beneath the covers and ran to my dresser to find something to throw on. It was getting late and dinner would be soon, so I opted for pajama pants and a tank top. I left my room and went in search of Zander.
I checked every common room in the house but he was nowhere to be found. The only other place he could be was his study, and unless invited by Zander, I wasn’t to bother him there. Did I risk another punishment to check on him, or did I wait for him to find me later?
My feet took me outside of his door, and my arm raised to knock. This was probably a terrible idea, but I wanted to make sure he was ok, and I needed to know what was in that letter. After a minute or two of silence, I guessed he was either ignoring me or he was not in there.
I walked over to the empty kitchen and headed for the fridge. My mouth was suddenly dry. Grabbing a bottle of water and sitting at the island, I wondered what might have set Zander off so fiercely. He said it was pertaining to my task, but what was it? I couldn’t imagine something as horrible as losing your virginity to your father and I had already survived that.
Interrupting my musings, Gwen came to check on me.
“How are you feeling, Phoenix?” She asked, still concerned with my afternoon in the dungeon.
“Hmm? Oh! I’m good, Gwen. I’m really good,” I blushed, thinking about what transpired shortly thereafter.
“What are you thinking about?” She asked.
“Master Zander got a letter from The Faith in regards to my next task,” I told her, steering her away from asking about my sudden blush.
“What
is it?” She asked, just as intrigued as I was.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. He was going to show me, but he read it and then got really angry and stormed out. I was looking for him, but I can’t find him anywhere.”
“He went out for the evening,” Mildred told us, strolling out from her quarters next to the kitchen, “We will have dinner just the three of us.”
I didn’t know why, but the news hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt sad. It wasn’t like I expected our sexual escapades to change our entire relationship, but I felt like Zander and I were finally coming to some sort of arrangement, and whatever was in that letter derailed everything.
“What are we having?” Gwen asked, oblivious to my depressive mental state.
“I think maybe we will treat ourselves and order a pizza,” she said, looking right at me, a knowing look in her eyes. “Gwen, why don’t you hunt us down some menus while Phoenix and I have a talk.”
Gwen looked at me, her eyebrows furrowed. I nodded at her giving her the all clear before she took off in search of the requested items.
“What’s going on sweet girl?” Mildred asked, grabbing my hand.
“Mildred, what was your second task?” I questioned, looking into her eyes for some sort of answer to everything around us.
She puffed out her cheeks and blew out a long breath. “It was a long time ago, but sometimes it still feels like yesterday,” she finally responded.
“The year I turned twenty one and was auctioned off, there were only three of us. It made for quick work on the wedding and the consummation, but there was no way to blend in with the other slaves like you might be able to now. Our second task was branding. They explained to us that, like cattle, we were living, breathing property, and if we ever strayed from The Faith, there should always be a mark signaling to anyone that found us who we were and where we belonged.”
“You---you were branded?” My mouth hung open in shock. “Where?”
Mildred stood in front of me and lifted her shirt to expose the underside of her breasts. There in the middle was a faded scar raised and pink. The image made me want to puke. Just like cattle, they had branded her with the outline of a cow with the word ‘slave’ inside of the animal. Not only were they regarded as part of the herd, they were also marked as one.
“I’m so sorry, Mildred,” I whispered, tears coming to my eyes.
“Don’t be child. It was a long time ago, and like I already told you when you first arrived, I had a good life, and I loved my Master more than anything. He loved my brand, and so do I.”
I couldn’t understand that. There was no way in hell I would ever want a mark like that, even if I did find myself falling for Zander. No. There was no way I would ever let anyone do that to me. I’d rather die first.
Gwen returned with the menus and our pizza was ordered. All too soon it was time for bed, but I didn’t want to go. I had gotten used to doing my kneeling for Master Zander, but as much as I wished for it, he still hadn’t returned. I climbed the stairs to my room, entered and flopped down on the bed. The last thing I remembered before sleep claimed me was the sound of a cow and the smell of burning flesh.
I couldn’t breathe. Something was happening and I couldn’t breathe. I opened my eyes but was greeted with only pitch black. There was something around my throat and a bag over my head. I squirmed and struggled but the hands holding me down were big and strong.
“HELP,” I tried crying out.
“No one is going to help you slave, and you’re coming with us,” the deep voice mocked me.
I tried to kick but my legs were bound. I tried to punch, but my wrists were cuffed, and I tried to scream again, but that only gave the man the opportunity to pull the hood off of me and shove a ball in my mouth.
I could feel the panic setting in as I was tossed over the big man’s shoulders and carried away from my bed, unable to defend myself or wake the people in the house. I used my bound ankles to try and kick the air around me, hoping his step might falter, but all I received was a firm slap to the ass.
I didn’t know where I was going, or what was going to happen to me when I got there, but I had a bad feeling that if I left this house without Zander, and at the mercy of this strange man carrying me, I wasn’t going to come back the same person. If I ever came back.
Using the other senses God had granted me, I calmed myself and listened to my surroundings. We weren’t going out the front door, but the man seemed to know his way around the house. It felt as if we were going out the backdoor, and I immediately felt the cool from the outside as soon as we stepped out. In the distance, I could hear a car engine purring lightly, idling, and I had a sneaky suspicion it was waiting for us.
It didn’t take long before those thoughts were confirmed, as the car sounded closer and then the pop of a trunk was heard. Of course I wouldn’t be riding in the backseat, comfy and cozy. If someone was hell bent on kidnapping me, the trunk was the obvious place.
“You won’t be in here long, slut, and then you’ll get what’s coming to you.”
The trunk slammed shut, and even though the hood on my head was black and the night was dark, I could swear the blackness intensified.
Every bump threw me around the trunk and more than once I hit my head since I was bound and couldn’t control my body. Thankfully, or maybe not, the man had been right, and in a very short amount of time, the car stopped and the engine died. I listened as two doors opened and shut, and the sound of feet on gravel came around to me.
“Who do you have, Angus?” Someone shouted from farther away.
“The Cunningham Bitch,” my captor replied.
The trunk popped open and I was grabbed and pulled out, thrown back over the man’s shoulder.
“I would suggest not fighting, it will only hurt that much more.”
I didn’t move, and besides a few muffled grunts, there was nothing I could even say. I hung there like a limp noodle and waited to see what fate held in store for me.
The temperature from outside to inside was obvious, and when we turned left, the sound of many men greeted my ears. I thought about the different tasks I had heard about. Maybe I was to be gang raped like one of Zanders sisters? The thought sent a shiver down my spine and earned me another whack on my ass.
“Stop fucking moving. Christ. Zander, will you tell your whore to knock it off?” The gruff man hollered.
Zander?? What was he doing here? I could feel anger rising up in me, but there was something else, almost as potent taking over.
Fear.
Zander had allowed this man to come into his home and take me from my bed. He had allowed another man to put his hands on me. If he had truly allowed this, then any connection I had felt for him was slowly disappearing. If he hadn’t, then that meant he didn’t want to do what was about to happen, and consequently, I should be scared.
That had to have been what was in the note. The directions for my second task. But what could it be that they couldn’t just make the Masters show up with their slaves? What was with the charades? I had a feeling I was about to find out.
Just as the thought hit me, I was plopped down in a chair and the bag was removed from my head. I blinked rapidly, accustoming myself to the harsh light of the ballroom I had done my first task in.
This time there were no guests, no fancy attire, and no stage. Only thirty six slaves sitting in a circle, their Master’s standing in front of them and my father in the middle of the room.
“Welcome back, slaves,” he addressed us, looking at each girl, his eyes lingering on mine a little longer. “Tonight you will be completing your second task. You’ve all had a few weeks living in your new role and should know what is expected of you.”
I looked around the room at the other slaves to see them all and drown out the voice of the man who raised me. Most of the girls looked on in horror. A few were peppered with new and old bruises and black eyes, and some were already naked.
“Masters, please unbind your sla
ves.”
I looked up at Zander as he bent down to unshackle my ankles. I begged him with my eyes to look at me, but he wouldn’t. He moved next, to my wrists, and I grabbed his hand once they were free.
“Don’t,” he whispered, giving me a hard stare. I let go as he removed my gag, his tone more than clear I should keep my wits about me.
I watched as my friend Britt, sitting across from me, immediately kneeled as soon as she was free. Each slave copied her lead, and begrudgingly I followed suit.
“Well done, slaves,” my father condescendingly praised us. “As you may or may not know, your second task is to thank the Masters whose feet you are kneeled in front of. Not only are you thanking him for his Dominance over you, today’s task is a symbol of thanks to all the Masters from the past and all the Masters still to come. Your sacrifice today will shape you into better slaves, better whores.”
What sacrifice could he possibly be talking about, I wondered. As much as I wanted to look up at either my father or Zander, I had no desire to draw any attention to myself. Knowing my luck, my father would make an example of me if I did.
“So the Lord God caused the man to fall into a deep sleep, and while he slept, He took one of the man’s ribs and closed up the area with flesh. And from the rib that the Lord God had taken from the man, He made a woman and brought her to him. And the man said, This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called ‘woman,’ for out of man she was taken,” my father quoted a well-known verse in my household.
“Today slaves, we take back what is rightfully ours. You may no longer house our rib in your body. You may no longer claim equality to your superiors. Today we will take back our rib, and once more, you will know and feel the weight of your inferiority.”
The men around us cheered as one by one each slave took in the realization of what my father’s words meant. This wasn’t a symbolic task. My father wasn’t speaking in metaphors. The Masters were going to literally remove a bone from our chest.
“Slaves,” he shouted once more over the roar of excited men, “Repeat after me. Today I thank Adam for the gift of his rib. Today I will repay my debt by giving it back. Today, I thank the Masters and bestow upon them the rib from my body. May it serve as a reminder to him of my loyalty, my obedience, and my everlasting shame. May it serve as a reminder to me that I am less than and always will be. I will leave here lighter and emptier and never shall I forget my place. Thank you Master.”
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