That time, when she made it down the stairs of that quiet place, she nearly bumped into someone.
“Oh!” She gasped, startled and wide eyed at her mistake. Oh god, oh god I messed up, I've been caught!
The person turned, their mouth friendly, their eyes kind through large mask holes. “Oh, careful, that last step can catch you by surprise. I've fallen before,” the strange woman laughed.
“Uh, right, ahahaha,” Judith replied, on edge. As she looked around, she noticed there were several people, all standing in line before the purple curtain. Someone stood by the table, a man with no mask at all. A man she knew.
Corbin.
In his normal, black chauffeur clothes, he watched as people signed their names on the clipboard. The line was dwindling fast, and her fear was blooming like a hard thistle in her stomach.
What do I do? Will he recognize me?
The woman in front of her bent low, carefully writing her name on a page. “I'm a little nervous about tonight,” the stranger confided.
Corbin offered a kind smile. “Don't be, just enjoy yourself.”
“Right,” she giggled, “I just didn't think I'd go this far.” With that, she brushed through the curtains, leaving Judith with one of the two men she had been terrified of running into.
He looked up at her, so she forced a careful smile onto her face. Clearing her throat, she grabbed the pen, staring down at the page before her. In a rush, her fingers shaking, she hastily wrote the name, 'Sparrow' without looking. Then, with a wordless nod to Corbin, she rushed through the curtain.
On the other side, she breathed easier, her skin melting from the flush of adrenaline. I don't think he knew it was me. How could he, with this mask?
The main room was busy, she was sure there were far more people there than last night. Winding through the group, she studied the women, the men, trying to get a grasp on the social cues. Before she had time, a voice rang out over the crowd, solid and sharp.
“Attention, everyone!”
Instantly, there was silence. She followed the eyes to spot someone standing by one of the hallways. He was tall, built, and wore the familiar pair of black gloves that had kept her from sleeping.
That's Onyx.
“I have here a list, I need these girls to step forward and kneel by me,” he pointed to the floor before him. There was a poignant pause, as everyone seemed to wait anxiously. Judith got the impression this was an important moment, but she wasn't sure why.
Onyx, in a mask that revealed that wicked mouth of his, grinned. “Good. The first girl is Tara!”
There was a pleased murmur, Judith watched as a woman with short, curly brown hair moved forward. Her hands were linked nervously, like she wasn't sure what to do with them. Onyx smiled at her, and she returned it weakly, kneeling down by his feet.
“Next, I need Roseli!”
A woman who challenged the black outfits, her long dress pale grey and flowing, almost transparent, moved with confidence from the crowd. Gently, she folded to the floor, bowing her head obediently. Judith blinked, turning to a woman beside her, tapping gently.
“Excuse me, but what are they doing?”
The lady pursed her lips, peering down at Judith, then back to Onyx. “Ah, you've never seen the collecting phase? Master Onyx is gathering all the women who signed up tonight to be trained as submissives. We usually get a few here and there, but it's always exciting to see who will be trained, so you'll know if you might be interested when they're auctioned.”
The red-head clenched her teeth, afraid she might say something foolish. An auction, that's right, he mentioned that.
Onyx was still calling out names, he soon had four girls at his feet. Looking at the list, opening his mouth, he hesitated.
That slow smirk, it sent a thrill into her belly.
He lifted his head and looked out over the crowd, before finally calling the final name with clear delight in his voice.
“And the last girl I'm looking for, is Sparrow.”
At first, hearing the name she had chosen, Judith didn't register it as her own. Standing there blankly, she watched as Onyx looked around, seeking the girl he had named. The crowd mumbled, a hushed noise, and he said it again.
“Sparrow?”
Like a punch to the temple, she felt suddenly nauseous and stunned. He just called me, why did he call me? How...
Trembling, Judith felt the people around her moving, spreading apart, seeking the girl who had been named. Onyx was frowning now, but a break in the crowd revealed the red head to him, so he smiled.
“Sparrow, come here and kneel.”
What do I do, what do I do?
Everyone was staring, her knees felt like water. She thought, if she took a step, she'd simply crumble. He pointed at her with that gloved finger, his tone low and without negotiation. “Here. Now.”
She began to move.
Pulled forward by her own fear, her own inability to resist such a powerful demand, Judith found herself standing within reach of the imposing specimen. His fingers reached out, gripping her jaw tightly. Those words were low, fierce. “I was hoping you'd be on this list. I'm disappointed, though, that you seem to be terrible at listening. We have a lot of work to do. Now, kneel.”
Released from his grip, her strength gave out. Judith fell weakly to her knees at his feet.
What did I get myself into?
Chapter 8.
Judith walked with the group down the hallway. Like the other passages, it was dimly lit, but she could see where she was going. Unlike the other hall, though, that she had wandered down the first night... this one was long, curving here and there. She was positive they were going deeper.
Behind the girls walked a trio of men, while ahead of everyone was Onyx. He led the group, not speaking a word, so that the only sounds were their heavy booted steps, the blood pounding in Judith's ears.
What am I doing, what am I doing? I can't become part of this, can I?
She had to admit, there was a part of her, a small tingling spark that made her heart pulse, that wanted to know what this would be like. To be told how to act, to experience being tied down and dominated by someone so confident.
Someone like Onyx.
Lifting her eyes, she peeked over the shoulder of the woman in front of her, the one in the pale dress. Her name was Rose or something, Roseli? Squinting, Judith focused on the stiff, broad shoulders of the Master at the head of the procession. Studying the back of his skull, the dark hair that the mask couldn't hide, she didn't notice he had stopped moving until she bumped into Roseli.
The long haired woman, strands curled dramatically, shot a scowl at Judith. Blushing, she tried to communicated an apology in that brief look. Ugh, I need to focus.
Onyx spun, his hand reaching out to touch the handle of a heavy door, this one tan and aged. “Listen to me. When you enter this place, there is no turning back.”
Does that mean, if I want, I could leave now? Before we go inside? The idea was appealing, but she was too terrified to speak up, to ask, or to even try and wiggle past the men behind her. No one else was moving, the other women didn't seem ready to bolt.
“Your training starts behind here, and from then on, you will be changed,” he said. “When you return here each night, you will never be able to become anything more than a Sub, so keep that in mind. There will be no more cavorting around this dungeon, your only options each event will be more training, or to simply never return.” His eyes fell on Judith, then, staring at her through the sharp shadows.
I can't even see his eyes, but I can feel them.
As if he were talking directly to her, he went on, softer. “This is not something to take lightly. And, if you stay, I promise you... a part of you will never leave. It will always be tied up in this place.”
Judith felt herself quivering, she hugged herself to control the shaking. I wonder what that means?
“Now,” he smiled, “let us begin.” The door was opened, and the gro
up followed him inside.
Judith glanced around as they entered, confused by what appeared to be a simple round room with couches, trunks, and chests. She saw there were doors all along the walls, resisting the urge to ask where they went. Onyx ushered the girls all into the center, then turned and whispered to the three other men.
Uneasily, she watched them talking, her mind buzzing over what words were being exchanged. Her answer came soon enough.
“Roseli,” Onyx called out, and the woman straightened. “You'll be working with Master Jack.” He gestured to a man who wore a mask like a grinning wolf, his arms folded calmly. She made no argument, though Judith suspected there was some disappointment. “Now you, Tara, you're with Master Helm.”
As he went down the line, Judith experienced a sense of dread blooming. Who am I going to end up with? She knew who she wanted, but admitting it was shameful. Finally, as the last of the woman were paired off, that dark man in all his devilish glory turned to face her.
“And you, little, Sparrow, well... You'll be with me, of course.”
Of course. The flicker of pleasure hit her hard, painted lips curling into a relieved smile. Onyx motioned to her, and she came forward, following him to a door in the wall. “You'll all go with your Masters, now, sequestered for your training.”
I'm going to be alone with him! That knowledge was overwhelming, she wished she had something to quench her suddenly parched throat. With one more glance over at the other women, their figures vanishing into various exits, Judith looked up at Onyx, her new Master, and followed him through the door.
****
It was dark, a velvety yellow and orange. Judith gazed around with a sort of curiosity that was tinged with fear. To say she was having second thoughts about this was putting it mildly.
The room was small; soft carpet, smooth walls. It was decorated with various devices, all of which made her lower belly shiver. Chains hung from the ceiling, as well as from... everything else. In one corner, she saw an open shower, and it disturbed her to see something so normal. Why is that even here? I don't think I want to know.
The furniture was unique, padded and angled in ways that made it clear they were meant for devious purposes. Saw horses, stocks, tables; she couldn't identify, they were everywhere.
I don't know what most of this even is.
He moved next to her, making her jump when his soft glove cupped her chin. Forcing her head up, Onyx looked into her face, making her grateful again for the mask.
“So, little Sparrow, I must admit. I'm pleased you decided to become a submissive. Did I have anything to do with it, did you enjoy watching my lesson last night?”
The memory of the blonde woman, begging and writhing, made Judith bite her lip. He's good, god, the way he phrases things! His fingers tightened, almost painfully, making her gasp in surprise.
“Answer me, girl,” he said.
“Y—yes, I—” That grip squeezed until she winced.
“No, address me correctly.”
Correctly? What does he mean? Her mind worked, fighting the daze of adrenaline and confusion, to finally pull forth what she thought he wanted. “Yes, Master Onyx.”
Chuckling, he let her go, watching her rub her chin tenderly. “We have a lot of work to do. You've never done anything like this before, have you?”
“No,” she admitted reluctantly, her eyes moving to the far wall. It was strange, revealing her lack of experience.
“Oh, don't worry, girl,” he purred, his hand reaching out, fingers deftly tracing the line of her throat. “I'm a very good teacher, I'm told. You'll understand your role in no time.”
Judith thought her heart might explode, her attention fixed on those perfect, smiling lips. They parted, and his tone was firm, unyielding. “Now, kneel.”
Wordlessly, she did, though it was hardly graceful. Her legs buckled, she partially stumbled, grabbing the ground to keep herself from landing on her face. Onyx laughed, shaking his head at her display. “You'll need to get better at that, such a clumsy girl.”
Blushing, she stared at his shiny boots, mentally agreeing. That's truer than what Benedict had said, calling my movements beautiful. He was wrong.
His feet moved around her, a shark circling in the water. Judith tried not to think about it like that, but this man had so much control over her, she felt at his mercy. For a moment, he said nothing. The only sounds were his footsteps, muffled by the rug. “You're lovely,” he mumbled, she felt his touch on the back of her head.
She jerked, unable to keep calm at the intimate contact. Gently, he stroked the back of her neck, making her skin tingle. The glove was luxurious, it sent sparks to her brain and her body. Already warm, Judith knew she was getting excited by this powerful man's touch. “T—thank you.”
“Shh,” he hissed, tightening his hold, like she was a puppy gripped by the nape. “I didn't ask you anything. Don't talk without permission, or unless asked a question. Now,” he hushed tenderly, “I'd like to see how lovely the rest of you is.”
Instantly, she tensed, her muscles hard as rocks. Onyx must have sensed her response, his fingers holding tight to her soft throat. “Stand, little Sparrow.”
She wasn't sure if she could, but she tried. Every bit of her was shaking, he ended up assisting her most of the way. Finally, she stood there, his chest almost touching her from behind. Onyx whispered, lips tickling her ear. “Now, girl, take off your dress.”
I can't, I'm not ready for that!
Trembling, the red-head flexed her hands at her sides, but made no attempt to follow his order. That was her first mistake, one that her new Master was not keen to overlook.
“One more chance, or I'll do it for you.”
Judith gasped, squeezing her eyes shut as if to will herself away. I can't, I can't, she thought in a panic. When Onyx sighed, he sounded disappointed. “So that's how it is.”
Rough, fast, he grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around. Squeaking, Judith gawked as he held her arms, pulling them over her head. Too stunned to struggle, not that it would have helped, she felt him binding her wrists quickly in something.
Rope, that's rope hanging from the ceiling.
It took seconds, leaving her amazed and distraught at his skill. Tugging at the restraints, fear began bubbling in her center. She was trapped, utterly at the mercy of someone who she hardly knew.
What the hell was I thinking, this guy is a complete stranger! He could hurt me, why was I so reckless?
Onyx folded his arms, smiling as he looked her up and down. “There, much better.”
“Let me go,” she stuttered, her knees wobbling beneath her. If my legs give out, I guess I won't fall, at least.
Casually, like he did it all the time, the man gave her cheek a soft slap. It hardly stung, but it left Judith with her mouth hanging open, unable to believe someone would dare hit her at all.
“You don't tell me what to do, girl. Don't you understand that? You're here,” he hissed, grabbing her jaw and forcing her to look at his scowl, “because you asked for this. You want this, so don't mistake my commands as suggestions. I said undress, you did not. This,” he smirked, letting her go and gripping her wrists, “is your punishment.”
He's insane, she thought, or maybe I am, for going this far.
Languidly, he ran his fingers down her arms, feeling her goosebumps come to life. He caressed her shoulders, then stroked down her dress, following the line between the valley of her breasts. The combination of silken clothing, his firm touch, sent a jolt down her spine.
What was that about?
Easily, he traced her sides, embracing the curve of her hips and chuckling. Onyx moved around her, but when she tried to follow him with her eyes, he grabbed the back of her head, twisting it back. “Don't look at me,” he growled.
Swallowing, Judith forced herself to stare at the far wall, but it was torture of another kind, because she could see the exit. Once more, gently, she tugged at the ropes, knowing it was hopeless.
I'm trapped, what will he do to me?
His hands moved down her back, then further, cupping her pert ass cheeks, fondling them lightly. Her answer was a surprised shout, but as she started to utter a word of argument, she hardly got out the first letter. “St—”
The slap was hard, the noise cutting the air. Judith's scream was shrill, the pain traveling in a burst through her flesh, from her rear down to her toes.
“I said,” he snapped, impatience clear, “not to speak unless I tell you to. Clearly, you have trouble obeying. Let's fix that.”
Wondering what he meant, Judith trembled with worry, yet... also with something else. Her body felt warm, like her ass did from the spanking. It burned inside of her, making her breathing heavier. Is this getting me excited? Is that possible?
Onyx crouched, gripping the hem of her dress to hike it up to her waist. The firm globes of her rear, clad tightly in black panties and red from the slap, were exposed to his eyes. Knowing he could see so much, Judith started to wriggle, humiliated by being displayed.
“Hold still,” he grunted, “or this will be much worse, little Sparrow.”
Shaking so badly that she couldn't speak, and perhaps saving herself some punishment unintentionally, she squeezed her fists above her head.
His hand rolled down the back of her thigh, feeling her tight muscles. They were straining, resisting the urge to fight. One whole palm cupped an ass cheek, gently testing how pliant it was. “Lovely,” he murmured into her ear, inhaling slowly as if to calm himself. Judith felt a brief thrill, pleased that he found her body appealing.
She forgot, in her bliss, that he had promised to fix her inability to obey.
Onyx stepped back, confusing her for a second. Where is he going? His touch left her body, leaving disappointment in its wake. When it returned, it was not the sweet caress of before. Utilizing his strong muscles, the body she had so admired, he slapped her on the rear savagely.
“Aah!” She cried out, the pain just barely worse than the indignity. Again, he brought his palm down, filling the air with the cracks of the first spanking Judith could recall receiving as an adult.
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