by S. J. Lewis
“No, Master?”
“No,” he said. “Tomorrow, I will sit at the table. You will be on your knees, naked and collared for me, and I will feed you by hand.”
“Oh!” Marie smiled widely. “Yes, Master! I would like that very much!”
They fell to eating. Marie felt ravenous, and everything tasted more delicious than any other breakfast she’d ever had. The sleeves on the robe she wore were voluminous, and she had to be careful not to accidentally dip them into any of the dishes. Her master didn’t seem to be as hungry as she was, because he kept pausing to watch her. She always smiled at him when she noticed him doing that, and he always smiled back…but his smile had a hint of predator about it, which always gave her a thrill.
“Master?” she said as she began to feel pleasantly full.
“Yes, Marie?”
“I…I want to ask some questions again…”
“I thought you would,” he smiled. “In fact, I’m surprised that you waited for so long.”
Could he read her mind? Marie wondered for a moment. Then she thought that he must have done this before, possibly many times, and knew what to expect. That notion made her uneasy, but not because it would give him the advantage if it were true.
“Please,” she laid down her fork and put her hands in her lap. “I…I love this. You must know that. I’m yours. You must know that too. I love to be with you, I love all the things you do to me…”
“But?” he prompted as he raised an eyebrow. Marie laughed nervously.
“I’m sorry, “ she said. “I can’t help it. I need to know…” her voice trailed off. Once again she worried that she was going to spoil everything somehow. The possibility scared her, precisely because everything was going so well and she wanted it to go on forever, if it could, if he would.
“I need to know, Aaron,” she looked him in the eyes. “What are we doing? Am I a fling? Am I a mistress? Please, tell me!” The last words came out as a desperate plea.
“Ah, Marie,” he shook his head, still smiling. “I expected this, sooner or later. I could have brought it up myself, but I wanted you to do it. I can’t say why, exactly.” He leaned forward over the table and reached out to take her hand in his.
“I’m divorced,” he began. “I’ve been divorced for many years. My ex is living very comfortably somewhere in Europe. I don’t know exactly where, and I really don’t care to find out. I have two sons. They’re both grown and pursuing their own lives and careers. I’ve been alone for quite some time. I’m not looking for a fling. I’ve had enough of those. I’m not exactly looking for a mistress either.” He squeezed her hand gently.
“I was looking for you, Marie. I was looking for you for years. Now I’ve found you. I’m done looking.”
Marie blinked. Her heart was hammering away in her chest. It felt like it was trying to burst out through her ribcage.
“Do you understand what I’m saying, Marie?” he asked.
“I…” Marie felt weak, dizzy, short of breath and still somehow uncertain. “I think so,” she finally managed to say.
“Let me make it clearer,” he said. “Wait here.” He got up from the table and walked hurriedly into the bedroom. Marie watched him go, heard him open a drawer and close it. When he came back out, he was holding something in his hand. She barely noticed what it was. Her eyes were fixed on his face. For the first time since she’d met him, he seemed…nervous? Anxious?
“Stand up, Marie,” he said. Marie stood, carefully. Her heart hadn’t slowed down at all, and she felt terribly unsteady on her feet.
“Take off the robe,” he said. She fumbled with the belt, unknotted it. The material of the robe was so sheer and so smooth that all she had to do was shrug and it slid off of her onto the carpet. Aaron held up a black leather collar, thick and wide, set with four shining rings and an equally shiny buckle. He looked into her eyes.
“I bought this for you,” he said solemnly. “No woman has ever worn it before. If you refuse it, no other woman ever will. Do you accept this collar, Marie?”
She stared at the collar. It wasn’t exactly an engagement ring, but in its own way it symbolized a commitment just as deep, if not deeper. She could almost feel those doors from her dream opening up in front of her, yawning wider and wider. She took a long, deep breath and dropped to her knees in front of him. She raised her face to look at him and reached back with her hands to lift her hair up and free of her neck. She held the pose, her hands on the back of her head, her back arched. She moved her knees apart in what she hoped was a good approximation of a slave-girl pose she’d only read about. She bent her head and closed her eyes as her master reached down and buckled the soft, warm leather collar around her slender neck. She could almost swear that she heard the doors from her dream slam shut and lock behind her.
Chapter Ten
The van rocked and swayed as it plowed its way through the snow, the slush and the mud. Riding in the back, Marie did her best to hang on. There were no seats back here, and no windows, so she couldn’t see anything of the outside other than what was visible through the windshield. Since she was sitting on the floor, about all she could see was gray sky and the occasional darker gray bare tree branch. From time to time she could hear crows cawing.
She was naked, except for her collar, and grateful that the van had a good heater. Three other young women shared the back of the van with her. She didn’t know any of them. They were as naked as she was, but none of them wore a collar.
It was actually a little cozy back there. They’d been given a pile quilts to sit on, or wrap themselves in as they chose. The result was something like a warm nest full of healthy, vulnerable, submissive, young female flesh. Since the other women were keeping some space between themselves, Marie assumed that they were all fairly new to this. The fact that none of them were collared was another giveaway. There was one stunning tall blonde who was certain to be snapped up by a master quickly, once she’d gone through the initiation and training. She had a heart-shaped face that was more pretty than beautiful. Her hair was straight and fine, parted on one side, and cut short so that it didn’t quite reach to her shoulders. It was a pale ash-blonde color, which meant that it probably wasn’t natural, but it was unlikely any man would mind, or even notice, given her voluptuous body. She had bigger breasts and fuller hips and longer legs than Marie did, but Marie had a collar, and a master whom she loved, and the blonde did not.
Marie didn’t feel threatened. She leaned against the side of the van as they came to a smoother stretch of whatever they were driving on. It didn’t feel much like an actual road. She knew that soon they’d be hitting the worst of the trail and she and the other women were bound to be thrown together more than once. She didn’t mind that so much any more. Actually, now it was kind of exciting, being among so much bare female flesh. What was more exciting was knowing that her master was waiting for her at the end of the trip. He’d been away on business for almost a month, and she was aching to see him again. At first, his occasional business trips had bothered her. Now, after two years together, they only served to sharpen her appetite. He always came back to her, and she always tried to make their reunions memorable.
They hit the really bad spot on the route. Women yelped and squealed as they were tossed this way and that, hair flying, arms and legs flailing. Marie found herself tangled up with the blonde, both of them lying on the floor of the van. She slid her arms around the other woman and held on as the van bounced hard. After the next jarring bounce, the blonde in turn wrapped her arms around Marie, and then her long legs as well as the other two women tried desperately to find something to hang onto themselves. In the end, all four of them wound up hanging on to each other. Marie welcomed the closeness and the warmth, even the feel of bare skin on bare skin. She wished that Cheryl could be here with her, but Cheryl had her own master now, and she was elsewhere.
Marie slowly disentangled herself from the other women and sat up again.
“It’s oka
y,” she said to them. “It’s pretty smooth riding from here on.”
“You’ve been there before?” the blonde asked. She stayed on the floor.
“A couple of times,” Marie smiled.
“What’s it like?” asked one of the other women, a slender, blue-eyed brunette.
Marie shrugged. “You know what you’ve all gone through already?” she asked. The women nodded, uncertainly.
“It’s a lot like that, only cranked up by a factor of ten,” Marie replied. She was gratified by the sudden looks of dismay. “It’s not for everybody,” she went on. “At least half of all the women they bring out there never come back for another turn.”
“What…ah…what do they do to you?” the blonde asked. Marie just smiled at her.
“Come closer,” she said. The blonde crept forward on all fours. Marie kept beckoning her closer and closer until their noses were almost touching. Then she reached out and put her hand on the back of the blonde’s head and leaned forward and kissed her. It was no quick peck that might be shared between close girlfriends. Marie slid her tongue into the blonde’s mouth while her free hand reached out to fondle a breast. The blonde made a surprised squeaking noise, followed by a halfhearted effort to pull away. Then she stayed in place, meekly submitting though she was four inches taller than Marie and probably stronger.
“Did you like that?” Marie asked as she broke the kiss. The blonde just stared at her, open-mouthed, as if she couldn’t believe what had just happened, or that she had gone along with it.
“I…” the blonde gulped. “I…uh…”
Marie took the blonde’s head in both hands and looked into her baby-blue eyes. “They’ll shave any of you that aren’t shaved already.” Marie spoke directly at the blonde, but she knew that the other two women were listening intently. “They’ll keep you naked all the time, but you’ve probably already guessed that. They’ll train you to fuck, and suck…and swallow...and other things. They’ll also train you to pleasure other women, and you’ll do all of it in front of an audience. A lot of the time they’ll keep you in cages, waiting until one of them wants you.”
“They did that to you?” the blue-eyed brunette asked. Marie kept her eyes fixed on the blonde’s. She could see something beginning to stir down there in the depths.
“Yes,” she lied. “I was rebellious at first, so they disciplined me until I broke. After that, I would do anything that they wanted.”
“Anything?”
“Straight, oral, anal, girl-girl,” Marie only lied a little bit this time. The blonde blinked at ‘anal’, but there was still a lot going on behind those eyes.
“Disciplined?” It was the third woman who finally spoke.
“You’ll find out,” Marie replied. “I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”
***
A little while later, the van ground to a halt. Marie still couldn’t see anything but the gray sky through the windshield, but she knew exactly where they were. She had indeed been there before. The place had been a prosperous farmstead once, and had fallen into disrepair. Over several years, it had been restored and improved. From the outside, it still looked like a farm. On the inside, it was something else entirely.
One of the men who’d been riding along in the van squeezed his way between the seats and started handcuffing the women, who submitted even as they protested or complained. Marie noted that he took the opportunity to quickly fondle the captives as he secured them. He didn’t try to cop a feel with her, though: She was collared: She was untouchable to anyone but her master. She smiled at that, and also at what was coming next.
The van’s back doors were yanked open. Cold, cold air flowed in, and the women all shrieked at the sudden chill.
“Out! Out!” Two men bundled up against the chill began bellowing at the women. They grabbed the blonde and hauled her out, shrieking and squealing. Marie went next. They didn’t so much haul her as assist her. Her feet came down on packed snow, and she shivered violently as a gust of winter wind struck her. The other two women proved to be a little difficult to handle, but eventually all four of them were outside, huddling together and shivering so hard that they had no breath left for complaining.
“That way!” one of the men barked. He pointed towards the nearer, smaller barn, some fifty or sixty feet away. When only Marie began moving in the indicated direction, he pulled out a riding crop and smacked the blonde with it on her ass. She jumped and yelped and began jogging towards the big gray building. She suddenly seemed so anxious to obey that she passed by Marie, jiggling and sobbing. Marie watched as she lost her balance and fell onto her side in the snow with a startled shriek. She scrambled awkwardly to her feet, gasping and panting, looking around wildly. Marie almost smiled. She could have told her how unwise it was to try to run with your hands cuffed behind you. The men herded their charges into the building through a door so small that even Marie had to stoop in order to get through it. She was the last of the women to enter, and as she did she saw her companions huddling together in a corner of the room. They looked confused and frightened, which was as it should be. There was another man in the room already, and Marie’s heart leaped as it always did when she saw her beloved master. Then the two men who had herded the women along entered and shut the small door behind them. There was a sudden sound of rushing air, and warmth began to pour in. It had been so cold outside, though, that all of the women, including Marie, kept shivering.
“That one,” Marie’s master pointed at the blonde as he spoke to the two men. “Take her to 101. Put the others on the breeding stands.” The men nodded and moved towards the huddled women.
“You,” her master pointed to Marie, “You come with me.”
Marie bowed her head so that the other women wouldn’t see her smile as her master clipped a chain leash to her collar and led her away. They passed through a full-sized doorway into an adjacent room. The moment the door had shut behind them…or maybe a little bit sooner than that…her master swept Marie up in his arms and lifted her up off of her feet to kiss her hungrily. It felt so good to be in his warm embrace that Marie didn’t even care that he was holding her so tightly that it was a little hard for her to breathe. She always felt tiny and fragile in his arms. She loved that feeling.
“I missed you,” he said as he put her gently back onto the floor. She snuggled close to him, her nose full of his familiar scent.
“I missed you too, Master,” she purred. “I am so happy to be with you again!”
“What do you think of those other women, Marie?” he asked.
She shrugged. “I think that the blonde one dyes her hair, Master.”
He laughed and ruffled her hair. “My lovely little cat has her claws out. Would you like to see how the new girls take to the breeding stands?”
“No, Master,” Marie shook her head with a wicked little half-smile. “You put me on a breeding stand yourself before. I know how that works.”
That had been a year and a half ago. Despite the name, the stands were simple things, basically T-shaped wooden frames set in cement, with rings similarly set into the floor. The top of the ‘T’ was set waist-high. She had stood with her lower belly up against that crossbar, her legs spread, her ankles bound with thick ropes to those floor rings, her hands bound behind her with thinner rope. There were four stands in all, and two other women had shared her experience that day. Once secured at a stand, a woman could be bent over so that her pussy…or her ass…was available. In that position, her mouth was available too. Only her master had used her…she was his slave, after all, and not to be shared…but Marie had watched as the other women were each used by several men. She especially remembered a tall redhead squealing and wriggling and gagging as she was fucked hard from both ends simultaneously.
“I don’t know anything about ‘101’ though, Master,” she went on coyly. “What happens there?”
“Hoping to see the blonde get hers?” her master chuckled. “All right, Marie. I’ll indulge you.” H
e gave her taut little ass a stinging slap, making her jump and yelp. “Later, though, you’ll have to be disciplined for making that request.”
“Yes, Master,” Marie grinned. “Of course!”
***
They didn’t go to ‘101’, wherever it was, but to a large darkened room on the upper floor of the barn. One wall of it was taken up by a bank of television screens. A lone woman in jeans and a t-shirt sat at a small console, facing them. She looked up as Marie and her master entered.
“Hello, sir!” she greeted Aaron. Then she caught sight of Marie, trailing along behind him. “Uh…” she started to get up. “What…”
Aaron didn’t let her finish whatever she had started to say. “Don’t get up, Olivia,” he said, holding up a hand. “We just want to watch the feed from ‘101’ for a little while. Can you put it on that large screen there?”
“Oh, yes,” Olivia sat back down, eying Marie dubiously. “Of course.” Marie guessed that Olivia was about forty. Her simple outfit made it clear that she was still in very good shape, and apparently not wearing a bra. In the dimness, all Marie could tell about her hair was that it was dark, and cut a little bit too short. She wondered if the other woman participated in any of the games here. She’d certainly seemed more than a little interested in Marie’s slender naked body.
Olivia turned back to her console and fiddled with some knobs. A large flat-screen television hanging on a side wall came on, and Marie got her first look at ‘101’.
It appeared to be a small room with dark carpeting and beige-painted walls. The short-haired blonde had just been escorted in, still handcuffed, giving the camera a great shot of her rear and the small tattoo of a leaping dolphin on her lower back. One man held her by her arm and led her over near the far corner. He turned her around to face towards the camera and made her kneel. She obeyed without any fuss and looked directly into the camera. From the expression in her eyes, she’d gotten over the nasty shock of her slip and fall in the snow. Then the vantage point of the camera moved, and Marie realized that she was watching the feed from a hand-held videocam.
