Tiana looked up, and nodded. The naked girl was watching her with a curious expression that made Tiana nervous, so she returned to her meal.
“The cowboy is a frightening man. He is the cruelest trainer.”
Tiana continued to eat.
“Perhaps, I could take you out of here, to meet the other slaves? The cowboy will be gone until evening.”
Tiana’s fingers stalled, and she looked up and glared at the girl. She shook her head and turned her back to her.
Viktor chuckled. “If Natasha cannot gain her confidence, you must have truly scared her. What form of punishment did you tell her?”
Dillon watched Tiana through the monitor. “None. Just told her to keep quiet when her meal came.”
“She wants to be with you,” Viktor decided. Dillon left to the training quarters, and Viktor continued to monitor Tiana throughout the day, in between other business interests. He smiled to himself in the afternoon when the girl was holding her thighs and groaning while she stood. Her rises were quite accomplished, however. Except for the strain from practicing, she rolled as seamlessly as one who had had three months training.
When Dillon came back to the room, Tiana was kneeling by her cage. Except for a few attempts, she had stopped torturing her legs an hour ago. He ignored her, and walked to the bathroom to wash up for dinner. After his shower, he changed into a sweater, along with his customary jeans and boots. “Brush your hair. Viktor wants us to join him in the dining room.”
“Yes, Master Dillon.” Tiana clenched her jaw and rolled to a stand, and she glanced at Dillon for approval. He had his back to her while he searched the dresser for something.
Dillon had watched her rise in the mirror, but he turned his eyes down before she caught him. It was another little game to let her work hard all day and have him refuse to acknowledge her effort. She would learn that the routine orders were expected to be done without reward or encouragement.
Tiana walked out of the bathroom with her shining brown hair swishing across her waist. The ache in her legs was a reminder of how hard she had worked to accomplish the task he had left her with, and she was anxious to give him a display… until she saw the leash in his hands. Wordlessly, Tiana backed towards the cage while her wide eyes fixed on the strap.
Dillon’s eyes narrowed at her obstinate move. “Come here,” he demanded.
Tiana slowly moved towards him, still focusing on the leash. Surely, he could not mean to lead her through the mansion like a dog? He must know that she would follow him without it. She expected the humiliation of having him clip it to the collar, but instead he pushed her forward over the arm of the chair. He held her down with a hand splayed on her back, and the leather strap smashed down onto her bottom. “Ow!” she shrieked, and she reached a hand back to protect herself.
“Hands in front, on the other arm of the chair,” Dillon ordered. He could see her beginning to tremble as she stretched to reach. “Acknowledge me, slave.”
“Yes, Master Dillon.”
The tremble of her soft voice was already causing his balls to tighten and fill his cock. Damn, she excited him. Dillon drew the strap across the very top of her thighs and she jerked and let out a sob, clenching her bottom and the chair with her little fists. Two red welts were rising, and Dillon added a third, centered on the fleshiest part of her ass. They would be an enviable addition for the other Masters upstairs to view.
Dillon opened his zipper and pushed into her wet warmth, holding her hips while she continued to grip the chair and shudder. Within a few strokes, her sobs were alternating with passionate gasps as she pushed back into him. They erupted together, and he pulled her up by her hair and chuckled. “Go wash up. I think you disobeyed me on purpose.”
Tiana was not sure of her voice, but she rubbed her bottom and shook her head. He clipped on the leash when she returned from the bathroom, and she stood still without balking. “When we stop, clasp your hands behind your back unless I tell you to kneel. You are not to say a word unless it is to acknowledge me or to answer a question.”
“Yes, Master Dillon.” Tiana followed him out of the room, and she studied the surroundings a little closer than she had in her exhausted state the night before.
The basement hallway was dank and musty gray concrete. Dillon opened a door that led upstairs and they exited into a world of wealth. The carpets were plush and colorful, and the hall led to expansive rooms with paintings and sculptures. She saw many naked women hurrying with serving trays and on other missions while Dillon led her to the parlor she had been in the previous evening. There were several of the same people sitting on various chairs and sofas, each with a slave girl leashed and kneeling by their side.
Viktor’s eyes narrowed with approval at the welts. Of course, he had watched the lashes administered, and he had been astonished at the girl’s passionate response to the encounter following the punishment. She knelt silently by Dillon, looking around the room. Dillon saw Viktor watching them, and he whispered, “Eyes down, Tiana.”
“Yes, Master Dillon,” she whispered back.
Viktor’s voice boomed out, “Katya, my dear. So nice of you to join us this evening with your new little pet.”
Tiana was dying to look up, but she fixed her eyes onto an intricate design on the carpet. She heard the light smacking of kisses, and strained to keep her head down and still get a glimpse of a woman who was not a slave in their world.
“Boris, you remember my wife, Katya, don’t you?” Viktor asked.
“Yes, though it has been a long time. You are as beautiful as you were when I last saw you.”
“Thank you, Boris,” a woman purred. There was a snap of fingers from the direction of the woman.
“She is behaving, Katya?” Viktor asked.
“She is boring and unresponsive, Viktor. Just the type I like to break and train to my demands,” the woman responded pleasantly.
“Dillon, I believe your new gift is familiar with Katya’s new pet,” Viktor suggested.
Dillon smiled. “Tiana, say hello to Audrey, sweetheart.”
Tiana’s head snapped up and she looked across the room. A beautiful European woman lay stretched on a chaise in a blue silk evening gown, smiling, with a glass of wine in her hand. She had a slave clipped to the end of a bejeweled black leather leash, and it took Tiana a moment to recognize that the girl was Audrey.
Audrey’s lips trembled as the pretty girl kneeling by Dillon stared at her. Tiana’s hair was shimmering over her naked breasts and down her back, while her own head had been shaved on the sides. The burning ointment of a strong depilatory had been rubbed into the skin and left on for two days so that the follicles had died and the hair would not grow back. Her scalp was still raw from where they had tattooed the likeness of a leopard pelt on the skin. Eventually, the horrible Mistress was going to have her entire body… including her face… marked in the design of the cat.
“She is a pussy for my pussy,” the woman purred toward Tiana, and she stroked the remaining fur on Audrey’s head. Katya looked up at Dillon and pouted. “I did expect a little more from a slave with your training, Dillon. This one puts forth little effort in trying to please me.”
“She didn’t do much for me either,” Dillon chuckled. “Though, she did seem to enjoy getting between my slave’s thighs.”
Audrey and Tiana both wanted to scream, and Tiana’s cheeks flooded with embarrassment. She looked down towards the carpet, but not before Katya noticed the humiliated tears filling her eyes. “Perhaps, you could demonstrate your technique for us, cowboy.”
Dillon shrugged. The whole scenario had been planned earlier, and the men across the room were forcing themselves not to appear overly aroused by Katya’s suggestion. He unclipped Tiana’s leash and said, “Lie in the middle of the floor and raise your knees.”
Tiana’s mouth dropped open and she squeezed her eyes closed, willing herself away… back to her college apartment… away from Dillon… away from…
“Acknowledge me,” he
hissed quietly.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Acknowledge me, slave,” he warned.
Tiana’s mind whirled with scenes of all the horrible punishments he could force on her. “Yes, Master Dillon.” She managed to roll to a stand, and she stared at the carpet as she walked to the center of the room. The soft fiber of the rug brushed her shoulders as she lay down, and she closed her eyes and raised her knees.
“No… no… I won’t do it,” Audrey shrieked. Tiana turned towards her and she saw Audrey pulling at the leash.
The woman placed her wine glass on the table and gripped Audrey’s collar. “Did you just refuse my order, slave?” Katya looked around the room in mock embarrassment. “Oh, my. Such a disobedient pussycat.”
Without releasing her grip, Katya rose. Dillon walked over, grabbed Audrey’s wrists, and dragged her to where Tiana lay on the carpet. He arched her backward, over Tiana’s bent legs, and Tiana looked up at him fearfully. “Keep your knees together and raised.”
“Yes, Master Dillon,” Tiana gasped.
Audrey’s hips rested on Tiana’s legs, and her wrists were cuffed to her ankles. These, in turn, were short chained to Tiana’s ankle cuffs, and the back of Audrey’s head rested just above Tiana’s stomach. Audrey shrieked and tried to buck, but luckily the awkward position made it difficult for her to find leverage to smash her decorated head into Tiana’s breasts.
With her ankles pulled and secured to the outside of Tiana’s thighs, Audrey’s pussy was spread open on top of Tiana’s legs. Tiana struggled to keep her feet together as the woman splayed on top of her struggled. Katya stood over them, slapping a crop into her open palm.
Without warning, the crop swooped down and hit Audrey along her opened slit. “Aaaah… aaaah,” Audrey screamed, and Tiana grabbed her ribcage to keep her from thrashing off her legs. She glanced up at Dillon for approval that was not missed by many of the witnesses. The girl was ignoring the other slave’s punishment and looking towards her Master to make certain that she had not disobeyed his orders. Dillon nodded, and Tiana continued to hold Audrey in place, keeping her exposed for her Mistress’ flogging.
The crop sliced down again, and Audrey shrieked and wailed. “Let go of me, you bitch.” Again, the crop found its mark, and Audrey slumped back onto Tiana’s belly and sobbed, “I’ll do it, oh god, stop.”
“Acknowledge me, pussycat,” Katya demanded.
“Yes… yes, Mistress Katya,” Audrey cried.
“You wish to show me how you bring Dillon’s slave pleasure?”
“Yes, Mistress Katya. Please,” Audrey begged.
“Very well.” Katya tossed the crop onto the chaise, and she released her slave’s wrists and ankles. Audrey knelt before Tiana’s bent legs, and Tiana slowly opened her thighs.
Tiana balled her hands into fists and closed her eyes, and she tried to picture either a scenario with Dillon or a time on the semi when Audrey had attended her before. Audrey’s trembling fingers spread Tiana’s pussy open, and as she swiped the moist folds with her tongue, Tiana felt her tears splash onto her bared lips. Audrey’s attentions were forced and angry… and completely un-arousing. There were no thoughts that Tiana could wander to that made her feel any hint of a sexual response.
Audrey’s sad performance was displayed before all of the guests. Katya and Dillon narrowed their eyes in anger at the girl, and Dillon said, “Viktor… I did suggest the brothels for her.”
“Oh no, cowboy,” Katya replied coldly. “I have others to attend to my sexual needs, and as they have their own system of rank, this one will eventually learn to please them. They can be as harsh as I am, if they are denied their pleasure. Besides, this one is going to be my pet. The green eyes will go well, once she is finished being marked.
Audrey was finally leashed, and the silently sobbing girl returned to kneel beside Katya’s chaise. Tiana stared at her raised legs, waiting for Dillon to tell her what to do. She was certain that she was going to be punished, but he merely called her over to kneel by his chair. She whispered, “I’m sorry, Master Dillon.”
“I was not thrilled that Viktor insisted on acquiring Audrey for his wife, Tiana, but you did disobey my order.”
“Yes, Master Dillon.” Tiana had no idea when or how she would be punished, but she was certain that it would happen. She followed Dillon into the dining room, and silently ate from her bowl by his boots.
After dinner, the group returned to the parlor. The Masters enjoyed an after dinner brandy, while Tiana worked herself into an anxious state over what punishment Dillon would decide. As possibilities wove through her thoughts, once more she felt the undeniable response of passion. She truly must be corrupt and deserving of this fate as the man’s slave. And why doesn’t that thought bother me more?
Tiana was still unaware that she was on display and that the other Masters were watching her with close interest. They noticed her eyes change from fear to a frightened passion. As slaves had little to consider, they knew that she was thinking about the repercussions of her disobedience earlier, and that the thought of her Master’s painful lesson had aroused her. When Boris caught Dillon alone, he asked him if he was interested in selling the girl. The cowboy told him that he would offer him first option if he decided to let Tiana go in the future.
At last, drinks were over and Dillon led his trembling slave back to his quarters. Katya had agreed with him earlier in the day what the two slaves’ punishments were to be. They knew that, due to Audrey’s apathetic responses, the young women would fail, but opted not to share the retribution in the parlor with the others. Naturally, it was agreed that Viktor would be watching from his monitor. Dillon and Katya had also assumed, correctly, that most of the other Masters were going to be with him.
Tiana clenched her hands behind her back as she knelt by Dillon’s chair. The suspense was unbearable, and several times she bit her lip to keep from asking questions and earning more punishment. After fifteen minutes, there was a knock on the door, and Tiana’s eyes widened when Katya came into the room leading Audrey.
Audrey was already crying, and when she passed in front of Tiana, she noticed red welts on Audrey’s bottom from Katya’s encouraging swats with the crop she was once again holding in her hand. “Honestly, Dillon, how did you bear two months with this slave? I know… you warned Viktor,” Katya stated flatly. She looked up at the camera in the corner and narrowed her eyes at her husband. Viktor chuckled at the monitor in response.
Audrey was led to a strange looking beam that was pointed on top. She was told to straddle the wood, and with her feet on the blocks, her hands were lashed behind her. Audrey figured that her legs might get tired from holding herself up, but the torture was minimal… until the blocks were removed and her pussy rested on the corner of the beam. She continued to shriek so loudly that Katya secured a ball gag into her mouth. The elegant woman grabbed Audrey’s chin. “I expect obedience, pussycat.”
Tiana watched Katya move towards the sofa and stretch out. She lifted her long skirt to display shapely legs and the black thatch of her uncovered pussy. The woman smiled at Tiana. “Come; teach pussycat how to pleasure me.”
This was something that Tiana had never done… nor was it anything that she had expected to do once she had been given to Dillon. She froze, and stared up at Dillon. Surely he would not expect her to do this? He smiled down at her. “Acknowledge the Mistress, Tiana.”
Tiana could not find her voice, and she continued to stare mutely into his dark eyes until he gripped her chin. Dillon whispered, “We can go back to the parlor so that all of the Masters can enjoy your efforts.”
Oh, god. He can’t… I can’t…
“Tiana?” Dillon warned. The blue eyes staring up at him were spilling fat tears.
“Yes, Mistress Katya,” Tiana whispered, continuing to stare at the cowboy. Dillon lifted her up with his hand under her chin, and Tiana turned towards the woman on the sofa. She approached her in hesitant, stiff steps. When she knelt by
the side of the couch, Katya slid her legs sideways, spreading herself open with her feet on the floor. Audrey’s muffled screams could be heard in the recesses of Tiana’s panicked mind.
Tiana reached out trembling fingers, and she closed her eyes. With one last fearful glance at the woman’s eyes, she saw the sadistic delight in the Mistress’ gaze. Tiana spread her and exposed the wet folds, and as she lowered her head, she smelled the musky juices. The first tentative stretch of her tongue darted back as soon as she touched the soft warmth, and then Tiana worked the woman’s pussy with gentle strokes, using both her fingers and tongue to manipulate the Mistress until her hips were rolling and thrusting slightly in passion. The more aroused Katya became, the more Tiana was encouraged. A detached portion of her mind began to enjoy eliciting the gasps and impassioned responses from the woman, and Tiana began to feel her own channel constricting and lubricating. It became a silent contest, as Tiana brought the woman to the brink of her climax and then retreated away from the stiffened nub of her clit.
“Enough,” Katya declared, and she gripped the sides of Tiana’s head and held her in place while she rubbed her slit along the girl’s tongue. Tiana felt Katya stiffen, and she sucked in a breath while she climaxed. After her shuddering slowed, she gazed at Tiana with lust-filled eyes. “You will offer her to me before Boris, Dillon.”
“Yes, Katya. I guess that’s fair after sticking you with Audrey.”
Audrey was helped down from the beam, while Tiana continued to kneel by the vacated sofa with Katya‘s juices still shining on her cheeks and chin. Her mind was a mass of confused thoughts, and it was several minutes before she realized that Dillon was speaking to her and that Katya and her pussycat had left them.
“Go wash up, Tiana.”
“Yes, Master Dillon.” Tiana rose and walked to the bathroom, still in a slightly detached state. By the time she had splashed water onto her face and brushed out her hair, her senses had returned. She stared at the reflection of herself in the mirror while she thought of the things that Dillon might demand of her… frightening things she had never considered… and she smiled.
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