Your head is down as befitting a fully-trained slave honoring her master. In addition, two of your holes are available for use. If you were able to lift your head, you’d be three for three.”
She should have fought! Done something, anything, instead of giving in the way she had.
Self-loathing rolled over her until she couldn’t think of anything else. The powerful man stood over her undoubtedly contemplating his options because she’d made it too damn easy for him.
But she was so tired and weak, confused and frightened.
“I had a discussion about you last night with a colleague. It left me wondering about your self-esteem. Going by what I’m seeing now—“ He slapped her buttocks. “I’d say it’s almost non-existent. That’s going to lower your value with some potential owners.”
Every time he’d mentioned slavery and ownership yesterday, her mind had rebelled.
Despite her position, it wasn’t any different today as she breathed in the smell of rubber, cement, and fear. This demeaned creature wasn’t her. It couldn’t be! She was still doing M&M
road Construction’s books. Every time someone complimented her efficiency, she floated through the rest of the day. Of course she always responded in a self-deprecating way because she wasn’t wired to toot her horn.
Then she’d discovered the company was using inferior products and presenting inflated invoices and everything had changed—she just hadn’t done anything about it.
“You aren’t interested in why you might not bring a top price?” He punctuated his question by slapping the inside of her left thigh.
Why won’t I?” she blurted. Despite her outburst, she widened her stance as she knew he wanted her to. He again had full view of her external sex organs.
He slapped the chain against her right thigh. “What did you forget?”
“Master.” Her tongue stumbled over the word. “Master Damek.”
“That’s right. I’m going to have to add this incident to the list of transgressions you’ve committed. Just because a number of potential owners won’t be interested in someone without spirit doesn’t mean I’m not determined to turn out the best product I’m capable of.”
She didn’t realize he’d knelt behind her until he reached between her legs and flattened his hand over her sex. She’d lifted one leg intending to kick him before she realized what she’d done. Fighting fear, she waited him out.
“My bad.” He squeezed. “I’m asking too much of you at this point. You have to earn even the smallest measure of freedom, slave. I’ve always gone by that rule and it has never failed me.”
Not for the first time, she was unable to concentrate on what he was saying. He was going to hurt her, she just didn’t know when, how, or how much. The why didn’t matter, just that she survived.
Harsh metal closed around one ankle and then the other. Her guess that he was attaching something to the cuffs was borne out when he pulled on her right ankle until she was in danger of losing her balance. Yet another ominous click said he’d locked her leg in place. He did the same with her left, leaving her rear end widely spread.
“Concentration time, slave. I’ll say it again to make sure you understand. Your only task at the moment is to take note of how your body is positioned. Have you done so?”
“Yes, Master,” she said to the ground under her.
“It isn’t comfortable, is it?”
“No, Master.”
“Which is immaterial as far as your owner is concerned. What he wants to see is his possession where he can use her without having to put out much effort. He might decide to fuck you like this.”
Something cold touched her vaginal opening. She belatedly realized he was using a water bottle. It had taken most of the night for the sexual fire he’d lit in her to die. She dreaded its return since needing him that way made her horribly dependent on him.
“Maybe he won’t be interested in putting his pecker in your hole.
She should have fought! Done something, anything, instead of giving in the way she had.
Self-loathing rolled over her until she couldn’t think of anything else. The powerful man stood over her undoubtedly contemplating his options because she’d made it too damn easy for him.
But she was so tired and weak, confused and frightened.
“I had a discussion about you last night with a colleague. It left me wondering about your self-esteem. Going by what I’m seeing now—“ He slapped her buttocks. “I’d say it’s almost non-existent. That’s going to lower your value with some potential owners.”
Every time he’d mentioned slavery and ownership yesterday, her mind had rebelled.
Despite her position, it wasn’t any different today as she breathed in the smell of rubber, cement, and fear. This demeaned creature wasn’t her. It couldn’t be! She was still doing M&M
road Construction’s books. Every time someone complimented her efficiency, she floated through the rest of the day. Of course she always responded in a self-deprecating way because she wasn’t wired to toot her horn.
Then she’d discovered the company was using inferior products and presenting inflated invoices and everything had changed—she just hadn’t done anything about it.
“You aren’t interested in why you might not bring a top price?” He punctuated his question by slapping the inside of her left thigh.
Why won’t I?” she blurted. Despite her outburst, she widened her stance as she knew he wanted her to. He again had full view of her external sex organs.
He slapped the chain against her right thigh. “What did you forget?”
“Master.” Her tongue stumbled over the word. “Master Damek.”
“That’s right. I’m going to have to add this incident to the list of transgressions you’ve committed. Just because a number of potential owners won’t be interested in someone without spirit doesn’t mean I’m not determined to turn out the best product I’m capable of.”
She didn’t realize he’d knelt behind her until he reached between her legs and flattened his hand over her sex. She’d lifted one leg intending to kick him before she realized what she’d done. Fighting fear, she waited him out.
“My bad.” He squeezed. “I’m asking too much of you at this point. You have to earn even the smallest measure of freedom, slave. I’ve always gone by that rule and it has never failed me.”
Not for the first time, she was unable to concentrate on what he was saying. He was going to hurt her, she just didn’t know when, how, or how much. The why didn’t matter, just that she survived.
Harsh metal closed around one ankle and then the other. Her guess that he was attaching something to the cuffs was borne out when he pulled on her right ankle until she was in danger of losing her balance. Yet another ominous click said he’d locked her leg in place. He did the same with her left, leaving her rear end widely spread.
“Concentration time, slave. I’ll say it again to make sure you understand. Your only task at the moment is to take note of how your body is positioned. Have you done so?”
“Yes, Master,” she said to the ground under her.
“It isn’t comfortable, is it?”
“No, Master.”
“Which is immaterial as far as your owner is concerned. What he wants to see is his possession where he can use her without having to put out much effort. He might decide to fuck you like this.”
Something cold touched her vaginal opening. She belatedly realized he was using a water bottle. It had taken most of the night for the sexual fire he’d lit in her to die. She dreaded its return since needing him that way made her horribly dependent on him.
“Maybe he won’t be interested in putting his pecker in your hole.
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