by M. J. Aleese
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. Y
ou 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.
Roughly, hands pulled her from the box. Her weak legs trembled as she tried to stand and listen to the voices. “Look at her."
“Yeah nice ass, I’m taking some of that."
“I think I want to come all over those tits." The voices came from different directions. She nervously turned toward each one. Shielding her body from their eyes was impossible. Her hands were still bound behind her back. The voices continued their assessment. One voice stood out, deeper than the rest. Diana wondered if that was the man in charge.
Without warning the hood came off her head. Her eyes fought to adjust to the light and her nose flared with fresh air. Her once pretty blond hair, stuck to her head with glue made of her own sweat, while her face dripped with tears, snot, and drool. The man before her was large like a football player. His skin was dark. When he spoke, she knew he was the man with the deep voice. “I am removing the gag. Don’t scream, bitch, or I will put it back on.”
“Not before she sucks my cock."
Diana couldn’t see the person who added his plan. Her eyes bonded to the mountain of man before her.
“Do you understand?” The boss man asked.
Diana nodded her head. This has to be wrong. Didn’t Liam say he was protecting me?
She stretched her jaw after the removal of the gag. However, before she could relish the loss of the rubber ball or assess her new surroundings hands grabbed her from behind. Unwittingly she screamed. Boss man’s large hand struck her cheek. If it weren’t for the hands that seized her shoulders, she would have fallen.
“I said not to scream, bitch!"
“I am sorry. Please, something is wrong. My fiancé is an investment broker. He can pay you…" She didn’t get to finish her sentence. Boss man’s hand contacted her cheek again.
“You are a slave. You do not speak without permission. And you never address a male without saying Master.”
Diana’s eyes filled with tears. The pain in her left cheek led her to believe it was beginning to swell. “Yes, Master,” came meekly from her raw lips.
The hands that held her moved to her hips and pushed her forward, causing her to bend and expose her beaten ass. “Looks like Mr. Diamond had some fun with this round ass.”
“Not as much fun as we’ll have,” said another unknown voice followed by laughter.
Then others added their agreement. “It will look even better with a diamond on that cheek.” Without warning the anal plug was removed.
Boss man spoke again, “On your knees, cunt.” She fell to the concrete ground, “Lips on my shoe." She obeyed, lifting her battered ass in the air. “Lick it." Her tongue tasted the dirt and grit on the top of his work boot. The others laughed and bantered.
“Yeah, she’s going to use that tongue on me."
“I want to feel it on my hole,” more laughter.
Next, someone pressed her face into the floor and pulled the dildo from her cunt. “Check this out boys, its dripping.” She tried to hide her embarrassment. They were right. Her cunt clenched, as hot thick come seeped from her swollen lips.
“Make her suck it clean." The faces now came into range. She counted five, including boss man. Wasn’t this every woman’s dream? The idea of being kidnapped by strangers, forced to provide sexual pleasures, and humiliated for their enjoyment. To soon the reality of dream verses nightmare would materialize.
Assuming the position Liam taught her, a skinny wiry guy forced the wet dildo into her mouth. She sucked and slurped recognizing the taste of her own cum. Boss man waited a few minutes and took over instruction. He pulled the silicone dick from her mouth and said, “Fuck that. You are sucking me instead of that piece of plastic." He unzipped his pants and unfolded his shaft. Diana’s eyes enlarged as she viewed his cock. It was bigger than Liam’s. The idea of sucking his piece terrified her. She didn’t have time to contemplate. He stepped forward, grabbed her hair, and forced his cock deep into her throat. No struggling or gagging was permitted. Any sign of disobedience resulted in swift corporal punishment. Physical retribution brought these men as much joy as sexual domination.
Later Diana wouldn’t be able to recall how long the abuse lasted, or how long they used her. Nevertheless, use her, they did. She sucked every cock, swallowing every drop of semen. At times, the men chose to spray their emissions onto her hai
r, tits, and stomach. They fucked her pussy, mouth, and ass. At one point she had three cocks inside of her. The astronomical pain made her fear she would split open. Never had she considered that she could simultaneously withstand a penis in her vagina and ass. She would have screamed, but the cock in her mouth demanded attention.
Boss man made her beg for every abuse. “Please, Master, fuck my mouth." “Please, Master, beat my pussy with your belt." “Please, Master, make me cry in pain." Then she was required to thank them for their cruelty. “Thank you, Master, for hurting me." “Thank you for training me to be a better slave."
At one point she begged for a bathroom. Boss man laughed and told her to squat and pee. The humiliating act reduced her to tears. At the same time her cunt throbbed. She lowered her ass and tried to release the urine. The eyes of all five men made it difficult to relax the necessary muscles. A few lashes with one of their belts provided the incentive to allow the urine to stream onto the cement floor. She tried to keep it away from her feet. When she finished, Boss man told her to lie down in the puddle. The warehouse cooled her, yet, the warm pee combined with embarrassment made her cheeks redden.
Another activity, for the amusement of these trainers, included various items for whipping. One of them secured a chain from a beam and strung Diana by her wrists. She strained, as only her toes remained earthbound. The cane proved the most painful. She was able to compare that to a leather whip, riding crop, and belt. Beatings served as intermission, as well as an aphrodisiac, for rock hard sex again and again.
She strived for obedience and tried to refrain from crying or screaming. Sometimes the agony was too intense, she couldn’t stop herself. Begging only met reproach. However, at times, begging for relief was all that she could manage.
When they finally finished, she prayed they would take her to Liam. Boss man could tell him that she’d endured everything they sent her way. Liam would be proud, clean her, and comfort her wounds. That didn’t happen.
