Relief flooded through her. She started towards him at a run, needing to feel the comfort of his arms around her.
“Stop!” he ordered, his tone harsh. She stopped cold, confusion masking her face.
“Dan?” she asked. Couldn’t they just drop the Master thing for a few minutes?
His face softened but he shook his head. Without words, he pointed at the four corners of the ceiling, then his ears. She understood—microphones, no cameras.
“Kneel, slave,” he said, his voice cold but at the same time he shook his head again letting her know she didn’t have to. Now he came to her and pulled her into a silent hug. It was almost too much. She’d been able to hold together until this moment but the hug almost made her start sobbing. He kept it brief before pulling away. With his thumb, he wiped the tears that were spilling from her eyes.
She pulled herself together and nodded. She had a part to play, whether she liked it or not.
He looked at her and then to Josh, his eyebrows wrinkling in confused concern. “Why is this slave in my office?”
“Master 3 fucked her without a condom and came inside her.”
Dan’s teeth ground. “Goddammit! I know he’s clean; he just got tested. But that implant doesn’t protect her for another week! If she gets pregnant, she’s worthless to us and DeLeo will consider her damaged goods.”
With a shake of his head, he walked over to a drawer and pulled it open. Inside was a bottle of pills he had hoped he’d never have to use, and he’d had a long hard lecture from a doctor on how and when. He pulled one out, walked over to the bar and drew a glass of water, and came back over to Laura.
Her eyes widened as she realized what he held. The risk of pregnancy had been a theoretical one but this pill was clear evidence that the risk was very real.
“Any allergies to medications?”
“No, Master.”
He handed her the pill and the water. She stared at them for a moment. She wanted to think about this decision for a while. She wanted to think about the risks, and the possibilities. Her eyes swam as she thought for just a brief moment about what it might mean to have a child, something she’d wanted for years. It was a longing that had hit her hard every time she placed a newborn baby on the stomach of a new mother.
But this was not the time, and Master 3 certainly wasn’t the right man. There was no need to think too much about this decision. She tossed the pill in her mouth and drank the water. She held out the glass to Dan but instead of taking it from her, he covered her hand with his and drew her in. He wrapped his arms around her tight. She didn’t cry, but she started shaking like a leaf and his embrace grew tighter as her knees became weak.
“Laura,” his voice was so silent in her ear it almost didn’t exist, “I swear to you that I will kill him. Do you hear me?”
She gave a tiny nod. He took a deep breath, and she knew their moment had to be over. He moved away from her, still holding her hand.
“You’ll let Master 2 know if you have any side effects.”
“Yes, Master.”
He pulled out his phone and to her surprise, typed a message on it and turned it to her. We’ll take care of Staci.
Her eyes filled with tears again. Thank you, she mouthed. He erased the message.
~ ~ ~
Later that evening she was sitting at attention on her bed, trying not to fall asleep, and trying not to think about what had happened this afternoon. She hated this time of the evening. There was so much time each day when they were expected to remain still and motionless. She had no doubt the purpose was to get them used to being unobtrusive objects when they weren’t needed to perform their sexual duties. But it gave her too much time to think.
Of course someone—besides Dan—was going to rape her here; it was inevitable, and it had happened to every other woman already. To Dan’s credit, it had become much less common since he’d arrived, and it usually happened in the course of learning a specific skill. The women had all heard his speech to the men about keeping them unspoiled for their new Masters with too much sex. So Laura wasn’t alone, and was trying not to have a pity party in her head, though it was hard.
The door slid open and broke the silence. Master 1 and Master 2 stood outside.
“Staci!” Master 2 called out. She looked startled, then terrified. Visibly shaking, she rose from the bed and approached the door. As she passed through, Master 1 put his hand on her shoulder and guided her down the hall and out of sight.
Master 2 shut the door behind them. To the stares that were directed at him, he replied, “She’s been sold.”
Gasps and sobs broke out from the remaining women. Laura dropped her head and breathed a sigh of relief for Staci, and a prayer for the other women who had just slid a little further down inside their well of fear.
Chapter 19
Though Dan hadn’t said anything more about them, Laura knew she’d be getting rings in her nipples sometime soon. One evening about two weeks before the auction, she stared down at the unmarked dusky circles, wondering what it would be like to see gold rings hanging from them. She’d never told anyone, but she’d thought seriously about getting them pierced herself when she was in high school and too young to have them done. Since then, she’d just been too busy with life.
How much would it hurt? She brushed one nipple with her fingers. The touch always made her gasp. She grabbed one more firmly, rolling it between her fingers and getting twinges of pleasure between her legs. When she was younger, she hadn’t experienced any real response to having her nipples touched, which always caused disappointment when her first boyfriends groped at her unresponsive chest. Sometime in the last few years something changed and now there was an express line between her nipples and her pussy.
She rolled them harder, then pinched them with her fingernails. She imagined the rings would go right there—and she dug her nails in on either side. It hurt—but along with the pain came a rush of wetness between her legs. Imagining Dan standing over her as she had them inserted made her pinch even harder and she stifled a groan. She certainly was learning some interesting things about herself lately.
She hoped the pain wouldn’t linger too long—it was one thing to have a short sharp pain, and another to be ground down by long-lasting pain like she’d had with her feet, which still twinged from time to time. Either way, though, it wouldn’t last any longer than the auction, now two weeks away, and she could get them removed the next day.
If she wanted to.
Now that was an interesting thought.
~ ~ ~
‘Soon’ ended up being the next morning. After her grueling exercises were finally done, she emerged from the shower to find Master 1 waiting for her, looking more serious than usual. He beckoned to her and she went over to kneel at his feet, a habit that was becoming firmly ingrained.
“Down the hall,” he ordered. “Last door.” She preceded him down the hall and when she opened the door, found herself in the room where she had woken up the night she was kidnapped. In the space of a heartbeat, she also took in the sight of a reclined chair with restraints. Panic overtook her. She turned to flee but ran into the brick wall of Dan’s chest.
“Master, please, no, let me go, please–”
“Laura!” He slapped her face. It was enough to bring her back to reality. “You will go back in there, and you will lie down on that chair.”
“Why?” she wailed.
“Because I am your Master and I tell you to!” His eyes were boring holes into hers. She could almost hear the message—trust me—but she was so overwhelmed she couldn’t get reason to overcome her panic. She flailed in his arms, twisting to get loose, and during her struggle, she gouged his arm with her fingernails. Drops of blood gathered at the two red lines.
“Dammit,” he cried. Suddenly, Master 3 was at her side as well and the two of them dragged her to the chair, pinned her down flat on it, and secured her hands over her head. There was a strap over her legs, her hips, and her ri
bcage just underneath her breasts. Most frightening of all, though, was the one that went over her forehead and limited her view to the ceiling tiles.
She was still gasping and struggling as his head bent over her and she looked up at him. “Laura,” he said in a firm but not unkind voice, “I need you to calm down so the rings can be put in carefully, so they heal well.” I need you to calm down and trust me was the message she got as clear as if it was spoken.
She took a deep breath and tried to smooth her ragged breathing. Dan remained hovered over her, his eyes boring into hers, until she relaxed.
She heard the sound of a belt being undone and her eyes pulled away from Dan’s to see Master 3 doubling the strip of leather and preparing to hit her. The panic returned.
“No no no no no…” she cried, pulling in vain at her bonds.
“Stop.” Master 1 had a voice of iron. But it wasn’t directed at her. She looked up to realize he was looking at Master 3.
“I can’t believe you’re going to let her get away with that kind of behavior.” Master 3’s voice threw down a challenge to Dan.
Laura flicked her eyes from Dan to Master 3 and back. She knew Dan was going to have to rise to the challenge and she braced herself.
“No, I’m not going to let her get away with it. But it’s my job to punish her, not yours.” His voice was deadly calm. She saw him reach for Marco’s belt. “May I?”
“No, Master, please, no!” she yelled as Master 3 handed over the belt with a grin. Dan doubled it over.
“Master, please,” she begged.
He refused to look at her face. He snapped the folded end down, landing right on the soft skin of her pussy where her slit began. She screamed and pulled at the restraints.
“Now, slave, the next time I tell you to get into a chair, what will you do?”
“I-I-I’ll get into the chair,” she hiccupped. “I’m sorry, Master!”
“Thank you.” He turned to Master 3. “Will you please let the piercer know we’re ready? Thank you.” Master 3 retrieved his belt and walked out muttering something, and a moment later, a skinny, scrawny, terrified young man walked in.
“Thank you for coming,” said Dan.
~ ~ ~
It had hurt. A lot. She knew it had to do with her fear, because she’d known other women who’d said it didn’t hurt much at all. And Dan couldn’t comfort her or distract her—she could clearly see the camera in the ceiling with its damned blinking green light. DeLeo was watching, no doubt enjoying her terror.
The piercer recommended ice packs and an anti-inflammatory pain medication, “to decrease the swelling and help them heal faster,” he instructed in his quavering voice. The fact that the pills also helped to relieve the pain was just a side effect that Laura thanked God for. He also recommended a good supportive bra for at least the next week. Dan said he’d think about it.
As she knelt in the dirt the next morning beside the other women, she gazed down at her breasts. Each nipple sported a gold ring, rather larger than she had thought they would be. They still hurt, but she could live with the pain. She knew the healing was slow, and that she had to be careful not to knock them around, and other things she would have to do daily for a while. Master 2 had supplied her with a sports bra while she was jogging this morning, and she was grateful to have something that kept her C-cups from bobbing up and down with each step.
She’d touched them just a little during the night and almost gasped with surprise. Her nipples were intensely sensitive, so much more than they’d ever been before. She wasn’t upset about their presence, but wished for the thousandth time that she was the one making the choices about what was happening to her.
Chapter 20
Each day Dan took her for an additional run after breakfast and the now-routine enema. He hooked a leash to the back of her collar and the two of them jogged up the road, the leash ensuring that she never got far enough ahead to be out of reach of the riding crop that Dan wielded liberally to encourage her.
Once they were around the bend and out of sight, they would stop and talk for a few precious moments. Some days the conversation was stilted as she fought to control her anger towards him and everyone involved, knowing there was no choice, and knowing how much he was suffering, too. Some days she just cried and he was able to hold her tight and stroke her hair. Some days he had such a tight hold on his raging emotions that he barely spoke to her, and when he did, it was Master 1 speaking. Today Master 1 was definitely in control.
“Laura,” he said gruffly.
“Yes, Master?”
“You can’t deep throat.”
She’d been dreading that. She knew that sooner or later it would be addressed, and it terrified her. “No, sir,” she said quietly.
“DeLeo wants you trained in that immediately. He’s given me three days to accomplish it.”
She gaped. “How?”
“There’s something back at the farm that you’ll, um, use.”
“Dan, I’m scared.”
“Yeah.” He grabbed her leash and yanked her back towards the buildings. “I’m sure you are.”
~ ~ ~
It was a wicked looking machine. It sat in the corner of one of the rooms and she’d not paid much attention to it before, not understanding what it was, or perhaps too afraid to contemplate its purpose. On top of a wooden stand about waist-high sat a small machine with a slender piston sticking straight out. Attached to the end of the piston was a flat vertical pad with leather straps hanging off. Bolted to the floor in front of the contraption was a small low bench.
She stood rooted to the floor, not comprehending what she was seeing but terrified to get too close to it nonetheless. Master 1 gripped her by the arm and directed her towards the bench. She tried to pull away but he tightened his grip until she cried out and abandoned her struggle, trying to pry his fingers off her arm instead to relieve the pain. He ignored her effort and dragged her over to the machine.
“Sit,” he ordered, “and I’ll let your arm go.”
Swallowing hard, she obeyed. She collapsed onto the low bench, her back to the machine, and the back of her head resting against the small pad.
He moved behind her to clip her wrist cuffs together and then for good measure produced a strap which he wrapped around her arms and body, just below her chest. She was so tired of being bound all the time, unable to protect herself from what was coming at her.
Next, he produced a wide velcro cuff which he placed just below her bent right knee. He pulled the leg to the side, fastening the cuff to a bolt on the bench. With a dark and meaningful look at her, he stepped around to the other side, but she didn’t fight or kick as he passed. He performed the same action with her other leg. The exercises she’d been doing had left her much more limber than before she was abducted, and so her legs were almost completely flat against the bench to either side. Her vulnerable pussy twitched. As terrified as she was, she felt a tendril of arousal rise up at being so exposed to her Master.
He appeared in front of her again holding a large ring with straps attached. A ring gag.
A ring gag meant that she couldn’t control what went in her mouth. It meant that whatever was in her mouth could be pushed in as far as the person wielding it wanted to go, and there was nothing she could do about it.
She shook her head wildly as he brought it closer. “No! No! Please, Dan, please don’t put that in my mouth, please, I’ll try without it, please!”
He gripped her hair to stop her movements. Nonetheless, she continued tugging against his grip, her mouth closed tight now that the object was near. Her eyes were wild with fear.
He squatted down and came close to her face, his hand still gripping her hair tight.
“Laura,” he whispered, too silently for the cameras to pick up. She screwed her eyes shut.
“Laura, open your eyes and look at me.” This was Dan’s voice, not Master 1, so she hesitantly opened them. Her mouth was still locked shut.
“Laura
, I don’t want to have to force you. You know I have no choice, you have no choice, in this. And I will force you if I have to. Laura, I’ll be honest that this isn’t going to be fun. But it works. Please don’t make it worse than it’s going to be by fighting me. I’ll win, and the ring will go in anyway.”
She felt tears leak down her face as she stared at him. “I just want to go home,” she whispered.
“I know, honey. I know. But the only way that’s going to happen is by walking through the fire first.”
She closed her eyes and relaxed her jaw just a little bit, but it was enough to give him the message. She felt the ring slide in behind her bottom teeth, on top of her tongue, way back, until he got the whole ring inside. She felt his fingers move to turn the ring upright in her mouth and her jaw was stretched wide. And just like that, there was an unobstructed opening between the outside world and Laura’s throat.
She whimpered, drool already pooling in her mouth and threatening to spill over. She felt Dan move to fasten the straps to rings in the pad at the back of her head. Then he brought a strap attached to the pad across her forehead and back, fastening it behind her, and just like that, she had no free movement backwards or forwards. Her eyes flicked up to Dan as he moved to stand in front of her again. Her breathing was quick as her fear churned around inside. She still didn’t really understand what this contraption did.
He held up a small device. “Laura, the machine is going to move your head forwards and backwards onto and off of a dildo that will sit in front of you. I’ll set the distance and speed with this control. We’re going to start out slow until I find your gagging point. Then the machine will be set to that distance and a slow speed, and you’ll spend a while doing that. As you get better, and your throat gets used to it, I’ll set it deeper and deeper. We’ll keep going like this until you can take a cock all the way into the back of your throat and swallow around it.”
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