And he was.
Chapter Ten
Reyna looked radiant. Cynthia could hardly believe it as she spotted her daughter waiting for her, waving outside the door of Aunt Marianne’s old house. Had it only been two weeks since she’d seen her last? Reaching across the seat of the Rover, she squeezed Shep’s hand for support. He’d done so much to her, changed her in so many ways. Could she even face her child now?
“Do you want some time alone?” he asked, putting the car in park midway up the driveway.
Cynthia adjusted her bosom. Would the nipple rings show through the skimpy bra and blouse he’d allowed her this morning? “No thank you, Master,” she smiled, looking adoringly into his eyes. “I really want you to meet her.”
Shep grunted his approval. She could see him hardening again, at the mere sight of her. Lord, he was insatiable. “Go ahead of me a moment, slave,” he warned, “or I’ll have you on your back again.”
She looked down, blushing. “Yes, my Master,” she repeated, never tiring of the title. Clearing her throat, timidly she added. “And if it pleases Master, would He please find a way to tell His nephew, Jason, to be kind to my daughter?”
His hand dove between her unpantied thighs, bringing her to rigid attention. “Do not presume to interfere in the discussion of men, girl.”
“Forgive me.”
He arched an eyebrow, slid from the driver’s seat. “Save your pleas,” he advised. “For when you are under the lash later.”
Cynthia felt herself weakening. In her ears, his words echoed. Your every dignity I shall strip away and you shall be to me naught but a female: without rights, owned, and possessed to a degree you cannot now even begin to imagine.
And yet at the same time she felt certain he would see to her wishes where his nephew was concerned. Such was the strange give and take of their relationship.
“Mom!” Reyna ran up to the open door hugging her eagerly. Cynthia choked back tears. So much to be said. So many things seemingly left undone.
“Reyna, honey, you look so grown up,” she finally managed. Reyna beamed, her hair done up, her figure tastefully but not blatantly displayed in a blue cotton dress. She even had on high-heeled shoes. “Mom, I want you to meet Jason.”
The young man on her arm was tall and lean, and she had to admit he was the perfect combination of Meredith and Caleb’s genes.
“Pleased to meet you, ma’am.” He tipped his cowboy hat. In his clean pressed shirt and slacks, he looked like the perfect all-American.
“I’m pleased to meet you, too, Jason.” Turning to Reyna, unable to resist, she asked. “So what are your plans?”
“We’re going south,” she said, adding little to what she had said over the phone yesterday when she’d asked to see her mother one more time before taking an extended trip with her beloved.
“I see.” She cleared her throat, drawing strength from Shep’s sudden, presence, tall and cool beside her. “So are you two going to, um…?”
“Get married you mean?” Reyna tucked her arm in the boy’s more tightly. “Not yet. We don’t want to rush things,” she replied, sounding mature beyond her years. “We’re going to work in a club down in Miami for awhile. Jason’s mom has connections.”
Cynthia raised an eyebrow. Knowing Meredith’s tastes, she could only imagine what kind of club it was. “What exactly will you do at this club, Jason?”
Jason cleared his throat, reddening slightly. “Well, actually, uh, er…”
It was Shep who came to his rescue. “Stop babbling boy,” he chided. “It’s time you and me talked.”
Cynthia surged with pride. Her Master was such a strong man, in his polished boots, jeans and t-shirt. “Reyna, I don’t think you’ve even met Shepard,” she said to her daughter.
Reyna put out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Trace. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Likewise, young lady. Come along now, Jason.”
Jason shoved his hands nervously in his front pockets, shoved his feet forward, reluctantly parting from his girlfriend. “Yes, sir.”
Cynthia watched the two of them walk away, Shep strolling leisurely, the young man falling in line carefully beside him, measuring in at two inches shorter. The old lion and the young lion, she mused.
“Mom?” Reyna took her mother’s hand in both of hers, gazing intently.
“Baby, what is it?”
“I want you to know how sorry I am, Mom, for everything I’ve put you through these past few years.”
Cynthia shook her head, tears welling up. “No apologies today. You were only a child. If Zeke and I had been more mature, it would have been so much easier for you. You should never have had to take so much on yourself.”
Reyna put a finger on her mother’s lips. “Uh uh, Mom. You just said no apologies today, remember?”
She laughed. “When did you get to be so wise, baby?”
“Don’t know. Got lucky I guess. Learned from my mistakes, maybe. Isn’t that what you always said to do—among other things?”
“Did I?” she wiped her eyes. “I really was a pain in the butt, wasn’t I?”
Reyna laughed too. “Maybe a little,” she admitted.
Cynthia ran her fingers over her child’s cheeks, reaching up to do so. “Tell me one thing, baby. Do you love him?”
Her eyes lit up, and her cheeks pinkened. “Yea. I do.”
“Then that’s all that matters.”
Reyna narrowed her gaze. “And how about you and the big guy? Any wedding plans in your future?”
Cynthia smiled wryly. “Shep and I have an understanding, sweetheart. We’re going to be together. That’s all I can tell you.”
Reyna winked slyly. “Way to go, Mom. Living in sin, huh? Nice to see you loosening up.”
“Nice to see you tightening up,” she countered. Both of them laughing now, they fell into a lengthy embrace. In a couple of minutes the men came back, looking none the worse for wear. A long set of good-byes followed and then Reyna and Jason were gone. Cynthia waved at the Mustang until it was a dot on the horizon.
Leaning on her Master’s arm, she observed, “Young Jason seems to be driving slower all of a sudden. That wouldn’t be the result of your little talk, would it?”
He steered her pointedly towards the Rover. “Must you women stick your nose in everything?” he grumbled.
She thrust her hip into his side. “Yes, Master, we must.”
A little while later, back on the road, watching the turn off to the Trace estate pass them by, still in her private reverie, she asked, “Where are we going, Master?”
Shep stretched his arm towards her, raised Cynthia’s skirt to her waist. Obediently, she spread her bare crotch.
“We’ve an appointment to keep, slave,” he informed her, stroking her into near orgasm in seconds flat.
Cynthia bit her lip against the sudden rush. It was so unfair how vulnerable he made her feel. “May this slave ask what appointment, Master,” she asked huskily, “or is it to be a surprise?”
“No, slave, it’s not a surprise. In fact, I want you to know in advance so the anticipation will drive you wild.” His eyes fell on her, diverting for a moment from the quiet road. “We’re going to meet my brother and sister-in-law, Cynthia. And I believe you owe one of them quite an apology.”
Cynthia shuddered against his still probing hand. How could he have found out about her attack on Meredith? And why was Cal involved, too? “Master, I don’t understand.”
“No, slave, you don’t. Which is why I want you to open the glove box, pull out the handcuffs and put them on yourself.”
Shep’s hand did not relinquish its possessive exploring as she leaned forward. Grabbing the cuffs quickly, she bound her hands in front of her. They were steel and quite real. Wherever the key was, it was out of her reach.
“I’m ready, Master,” she whispered.
Using the hand soaked with her come, Shep reached up and shredded the thin blouse. “No,” he corrected, shoving the bra below her
ring pierced nipples, exposing her tits. “Now you’re ready.”
Cynthia raised her hands, trying to cover herself.
“Put your hands behind your head,” he ordered.
She complied, finding herself once more his total prisoner. Helpless to resist, she could only watch as he pulled the tattered blouse down exposing her even further.
“Take off your sandals,” he commanded. “Put your feet up on the dashboard.”
“Spread them wider,” he said, as she sought to comply.
“But, Master,” she offered lamely, even as she gaped her thighs. “What if someone sees me?”
Shep’s finger slipped through one of the depending nipple rings, pulling it hard enough to make her wince. “Are you a free woman?” he demanded.
“No, Master,” she grimaced. “I am Master’s property.”
“Then why do you cling to your modesty?” Releasing the nipple ring, he twisted his fingers in a handful of sopping pussy hair, forcing her to arch her back. “Does it frighten you that others might see you like this? It should, slave, because if I say so, any one of them can have you. Do you understand me?”
She marveled that he could stay on the road while doing this to her. “Yes, my Master,” she breathed heavily. “I understand.”
“I am not pleased with you,” he informed her, wiping his hand clean on her belly and returning it to the steering wheel. “I think it’s going to be the hole for you tonight, Cynthia, in heavy chains.”
Her loins burned at the mention of the damp, dark dungeon he’d erected behind the barn. Though not truly underground, there are few true cellars in Florida, it was made of stone and served its function of terrorizing small females quite well. “Yes, Master.”
“You may hump the air until we arrive.”
Cynthia bucked her hips, pretending there was a cock in front of her. She needed release so badly. By the time they stopped, arriving at some kind of storage facility made up of small buildings, she was ready to go out of her mind. Shep hauled her from the vehicle, yanking off her skirt as soon as her bare feet touched the asphalt. Dressed only in a tugged down bra, a shredded blouse, her hands cuffed, Cynthia stumbled to keep up with him.
He was opening the door to one of the buildings and taking her inside. “Go and kneel beside the other slave,” he commanded, as she tried to adjust her eyes to the fluorescent glow.
Cynthia went to the girl, a blonde. Nude, very shapely. When she’d assumed her position, beside her, she gasped in recognition. “Meredith?!”
Merry’s hands were cuffed like hers, only behind her back. She was collared and her legs were spread painfully wide. Tiny chains ran from her crotch, and she realized her nether lips had been pierced. Meredith did not respond, or even turn her head. Following suit, Cynthia faced forward, awaiting their mutual torture.
“That’s right,” echoed a familiar voice. “That’s little Merry Frisk down there, collared like the bitch she is. Isn’t that right?” Cal asked her.
“Yes, Master,” she heard Meredith say, lowering her pretty blonde head.
Cynthia gulped in shock. Did the proud Meredith have a submissive twin?
“Hard to believe, isn’t it?” Cal swaggered as he stepped forward, bare-chested, in tight jeans. He stopped directly in front of his wife, who tensed visibly at his approach. “I’ll prove to you, though. You can watch us play one of our new games.”
Cal made a show of checking his watch. Meredith was alert, like an Olympic athlete. Whatever the game was, she was taking it quite seriously.
“Go,” he said after a few seconds passed. Meredith dove immediately onto his crotch, like she was bobbing for apples. Using lips and teeth, she worked desperately to lower his zipper and expose his manhood.
“I give little honey snatch here thirty seconds to deep throat me,” he said, thrusting his crotch into her frantic face. “If she succeeds I let her swallow my come. If she fails, I give her a whipping. Hell, sometimes, I give her the whipping anyway.”
Meredith was gnawing on the snap of his jeans. As it popped free, she clamped the zipper, lowered it then dove for the waistband of the briefs. No sooner did Cal’s bulbous cock spring free than Meredith swallowed it whole, looking visibly relieved. Clearly this was a game she’d had some practice with of late.
“I know,” Cal retorted, agreeing with Cynthia’s unspoken thoughts. “You can’t believe this is my uppity bitch of a wife, the same one who’s made everyone’s life in this town a living hell for years. Well, it is. Only thing changed is me. It was Shep set me straight a few days back. Him and his little Chinaman friend.”
“His name is Wu Wei.” Shep was standing behind Cynthia now, having emerged from the shadows. Pulling her by her hair, he raised her to her feet. “I don’t believe you’ve been properly introduced to my slave, brother.”
Cal grinned. “No, bro,” he agreed, popping himself from his wife’s mouth, leaving her a needful moaning mess. “I haven’t gotten to know her well enough at all.” Approaching Cynthia greedily, he said idly to Merry. “On your belly, honey snatch, now.”
Cynthia braced herself as Cal mauled her breasts, running his fingers over the nipples in particular. Showing his typical lack of finesse, he followed up by jamming his fingers into her pussy. Ashamed and disgusted, Cynthia came twice for him on his hand, even as his elegant wife lay on her stomach at his feet.
He had Cynthia lick him off, then he dried his hand in her hair.
“Look at my brother,” Shep commanded. “Beg him to take you.”
“Please, Cal,” she said, only to be interrupted by a swat on her ass.
“Please, Master Cal,” Shep corrected.
“Please, Master Cal,” she tried again, “use the body of this worthless slave for your pleasure.”
Cal pinched her cheek, giving her a wink. “You know how I like it, sugar.”
Cynthia slipped to her knees, assuming the familiar position. All pride gone, she was drooling in anticipation even as she lapped at the stiff, glistening rod. Meanwhile, to her left, still prostrate, breasts, belly and cunt to the floor, lay Meredith, utterly forgotten. Cynthia poured herself into her work, sucking like the slut she was. On the verge of losing it, Cal pushed her down, hindquarters exposed so he could sink himself in her sex.
“Need some help, Bro?” Shep grinned, lifting her up to undo the handcuffs. She nearly screamed in joy as they put her on all fours, Cal mounting her from behind and Shep taking his place in front of her, mounting her face, testing her sore jaws with his magnificent manhood. It was a wondrous feeling, servicing two cocks at once, her Master and her old lover. Two brothers, worlds apart, but bound by the same fascination with domination.
Cynthia swooned as they worked her at both ends. Their timing was uncanny as they surged to orgasm simultaneously, flooding her mouth and cunt. When they’d subsided, Shep hauled her to her feet. Cal did the same with his slave-wife and now the two rivals were face to face.
“Cynthia,” Shep directed. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Meredith, I ask forgiveness for hitting you.”
“Honey snatch, isn’t there something you’d like to say?” Cal was behind his woman, inserting a finger in her ass.
“I—I’m sorry, too,” she stammered, wincing at the pressure.
Cal laughed. “How about we let them work out their aggressions, huh?”
“Good idea,” Shep agreed, proving that perhaps the two of them weren’t so different after all.
“You heard him,” Cal said, pushing Merry forward. “Let’s see a cat-fight.”
Shep propelled Cynthia forward with a blow to her ass. “No fists. Slapping and wrestling only. Winner has body rights over the loser,” he declared.
Meredith came at her furiously, needing no further prodding. Cynthia held her own and soon the two of them—bathed in sweat, stinking of sex, hair matted—were rolling on the filthy floor, struggling for supremacy. Meredith was the larger girl and twice she nearly pinned Cynthia.
But Cynthia’s Master’s pride was at stake, so she refused to relent. Finally, in a fearsome turnabout, Cynthia slammed Meredith down, making her cry out as she pinned her shoulders onto the rough surface.
Cal swore up and down. Shep laughed happily, slapping his knee. Allowing Cynthia to crawl to him, he patted her head. “Good girl.”
“She’s all yours, slut,” Cal told Cynthia, as he dragged the defeated Meredith to her by the hair.
This was the moment Cynthia Marshall had waited nearly twenty years for. The proud Meredith Frisk, at her mercy, beaten, vanquished, utterly owned.
Licking her lips, Cynthia ordered Meredith onto her back. “Spread wide,” she told her. First she fucked the splayed girl with her toe. It felt good as it sank into the squishy opening.
Meredith thrashed her head, wagging her arms and legs helplessly. “Oh, that’s so good,” she moaned like a little whore.
Cynthia pulled out her big toe. “Beg for it,” she demanded.
“Oh, please,” she exclaimed. “Please touch my cunt again.”
“No.” Cynthia dropped onto Meredith’s face. “How about you touch mine?”
Meredith dabbed obediently with her tongue, letting Cynthia’s soft pussy bathe her mouth in warm, wet liquid. The blonde lapped it up eagerly as Cynthia stretched her legs, using her hands on Merry’s ears to direct her. Cynthia wriggled her toes, gearing up to climax, but then, remembering her place, she looked up at Shep, who loomed over them.
“Master, may I come?”
He nodded generously. “Yes, slave, you may.”
Cynthia groaned, giving in at once to what Merry was doing with her tongue. She knew how to please a woman and she was coaxing from her one of the biggest orgasms of the day. It was so good, so sweet, she never wanted it to end—the joy of controlling at last the arrogant tormentor who’d lorded it over her for so long.
But she knew it would end. For soon, deliciously soon, her Master would claim her again just as Meredith’s would claim her. They were slaves, after all, with Masters to attend.
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“So what did he tell you already?” Reyna demanded, tugging at Jason’s shirtsleeve as he drove.
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