Over the next few months, Dillon continued to keep Tiana on edge. She was an almost constant companion, and usually found herself restrained in some erotic torture while Mikhail and Dillon would train the new slaves. A slow agitation began to fill the cowboy, though Tiana knew that it was not due to any failing on her part. Every guest that visited the estate was in awe of the compliant slave kneeling with devotion by the American’s feet.
Viktor recognized the shift in the cowboy’s demeanor, and he agreed with Mikhail as to the cause. Mikhail had become quite adept at training their acquisitions, though he never accomplished the mesmerizing adoration that Dillon seemed to acquire from them without effort. He agreed with Viktor on the next stage of Dillon’s service to them.
When Viktor, Mikhail and Katya joined Dillon in the parlor after dinner, they discussed their plans. No one missed the matched look of desire in the dark eyes of the cowboy… and the wide blue eyes of the girl kneeling silently beside him.
EPILOGUE
The semi was a monstrously large truck, with both the cab and the box trailer shining to a glossy black finish. It kept a steady pace as it sped down the isolated highway in the darkness.
Viktor’s influence extended through many of the small European countries, and the promise of a compliant slave that had been trained at the hand of the cowboy went far to encourage the discreet compliance of officials.
Viktor’s estate emblem was painted onto the side doors of the truck, and the police turned their heads when the semi traveled their roadways. Tiana sat in the passenger seat, looking out through the windshield and enjoying the countryside while she helped her Master search for his prey.
Sometimes he initiated the captives into their new lifestyle, and sometimes he had Tiana persuade them to orgasm while he knelt behind her in the sleeper with his rod buried deep inside of her and Tiana’s head lowered between the hog-tied girl’s thighs.
By the time the rig pulled into the basement garage of Viktor’s estate, Mikhail would have six slaves in various stages of training for the cowboy and him to work with.
Back in Dillon’s quarters, the couple would shower, and Dillon would lead his slave through some wonderful erotic torture. When their arousing games had exhausted them, they would lie on the bed and Dillon would pull Tiana’s head onto his chest. His strong arm held her against him while his hand stroked her into a calm sleep. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” he murmured, and he kissed the top of her head. Dillon never locked Tiana into the cage, and he never sold her.
THE END
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