sleep on this grungy little mattress with my arms stuck behind me? And, I need a blanket. I’m cold. And a pillow. Whoever the man was, he was mean. He was a big jerk, just like the lawyers.
It took most of the night for Olivia to understand that she had been kidnapped. The situation made no sense to her. In the morning, the man had told her to come out of the cage. Olivia decided that it was better to stay inside, and that he should go away and leave her alone.
A hand gripped her ankle and pulled her out onto rough cement. That scared her. People might yell at her, which made her angry. They might get exasperated… but they never hurt her. Her bottom felt skinned, and the man was calling to her from across the room. Olivia stroked her red cheeks with her hands and crawled towards him on her knees, crying. She was terrified that he might actually pull her the whole way across the rough surface.
“Ah, my good little slave girl. You will be a prize, O.”
Olivia quivered, but her amber contacts looked blindly at his chest. She slowly nodded and sniffled.
For all her shortcomings and lack of education, Olivia was well versed in how to pleasure a man. What was more, she enjoyed it. She frowned about gags and restraints, but as long as she was allowed to climax, she was rather obedient. That was, until Jason introduced the little minx to pain.
Olivia had lost her gag within a week. Jason thought it might be a record. She had the cutest little pout when she was dissatisfied, but she had a hard time remembering not to speak. “How come you’re choosing J? You chose her last time.”
“O,” Jason sighed. “Be still. You don’t want me to gag you again.”
“No, Master.”
Jason’s eyes narrowed. Did she just stick her tongue out at me? O had inadvertently become a distraction in the cellar. A few times, Jason thought he caught A holding back laughter at O’s confusion. The young woman seemed not to care less that she had been kidnapped or that she was blind.
In the evening, while Jason reviewed his slaves’ progress, he reluctantly admitted that this was not going to be his best offering. It did not help that his nights were consumed with Nicki. Just a few more weeks.
“O, be still.”
“I can’t, Master, it hurts. Please don’t hurt me.” O searched the room trying to locate him, with her most disarming pout.
“Be still,” Jason demanded. He reached out and twisted her nipple, and she squealed.
O’s bottom lip trembled. My arms don’t bend that way. The Master had her arms behind her, bent so that her hands were pointed at the ceiling. He had wrapped a mile of thin rope around them and now he was wrapping it over, under, and around her large breasts. Her circulation in her boobies was being cut off. O stomped her foot.
“Be still,” Jason warned. The delightful aspect was that he had only had the girl three weeks, and she was not even restrained while he wound the ropes on her. She stood before his chair, throwing her mini-tantrum of discomfort, but otherwise remaining in place.
“Owie, owie, owie,” O wailed. “Not the clamps, Master. Please.”
Jason shook his head. The clamps pressed into her protruding dark nipples and he decided to hang weights from them.
O stomped her foot again. “Owie,” she wailed. They swung and pulled when she moved.
“Go ahead, dance. See how it feels,” Jason coaxed. “I told you to stay still.”
“I told you it hurts, Master,” O reminded him.
“O, I have explained this to you.” Jason rarely explained anything, but O was a different subject. She would do just about anything, albeit with some complaining.
“It still hurts,” she assured him. O felt the horrible thick plug against her lips and she opened her mouth while tears slid from her eyes. There was no sense in arguing. She had pushed him too far. The Master told her to kneel, and she remained with the binding ropes holding her arms in a reverse prayer while her boobies turned blue.
O
It took most of the night for Olivia to understand that she had been kidnapped. The situation made no sense to her. In the morning, the man had told her to come out of the cage. Olivia decided that it was better to stay inside, and that he should go away and leave her alone.
A hand gripped her ankle and pulled her out onto rough cement. That scared her. People might yell at her, which made her angry. They might get exasperated… but they never hurt her. Her bottom felt skinned, and the man was calling to her from across the room. Olivia stroked her red cheeks with her hands and crawled towards him on her knees, crying. She was terrified that he might actually pull her the whole way across the rough surface.
“Ah, my good little slave girl. You will be a prize, O.”
Olivia quivered, but her amber contacts looked blindly at his chest. She slowly nodded and sniffled.
For all her shortcomings and lack of education, Olivia was well versed in how to pleasure a man. What was more, she enjoyed it. She frowned about gags and restraints, but as long as she was allowed to climax, she was rather obedient. That was, until Jason introduced the little minx to pain.
Olivia had lost her gag within a week. Jason thought it might be a record. She had the cutest little pout when she was dissatisfied, but she had a hard time remembering not to speak. “How come you’re choosing J? You chose her last time.”
“O,” Jason sighed. “Be still. You don’t want me to gag you again.”
“No, Master.”
Jason’s eyes narrowed. Did she just stick her tongue out at me? O had inadvertently become a distraction in the cellar. A few times, Jason thought he caught A holding back laughter at O’s confusion. The young woman seemed not to care less that she had been kidnapped or that she was blind.
In the evening, while Jason reviewed his slaves’ progress, he reluctantly admitted that this was not going to be his best offering. It did not help that his nights were consumed with Nicki. Just a few more weeks.
“O, be still.”
“I can’t, Master, it hurts. Please don’t hurt me.” O searched the room trying to locate him, with her most disarming pout.
“Be still,” Jason demanded. He reached out and twisted her nipple, and she squealed.
O’s bottom lip trembled. My arms don’t bend that way. The Master had her arms behind her, bent so that her hands were pointed at the ceiling. He had wrapped a mile of thin rope around them and now he was wrapping it over, under, and around her large breasts. Her circulation in her boobies was being cut off. O stomped her foot.
“Be still,” Jason warned. The delightful aspect was that he had only had the girl three weeks, and she was not even restrained while he wound the ropes on her. She stood before his chair, throwing her mini-tantrum of discomfort, but otherwise remaining in place.
“Owie, owie, owie,” O wailed. “Not the clamps, Master. Please.”
Jason shook his head. The clamps pressed into her protruding dark nipples and he decided to hang weights from them.
O stomped her foot again. “Owie,” she wailed. They swung and pulled when she moved.
“Go ahead, dance. See how it feels,” Jason coaxed. “I told you to stay still.”
“I told you it hurts, Master,” O reminded him.
“O, I have explained this to you.” Jason rarely explained anything, but O was a different subject. She would do just about anything, albeit with some complaining.
“It still hurts,” she assured him. O felt the horrible thick plug against her lips and she opened her mouth while tears slid from her eyes. There was no sense in arguing. She had pushed him too far. The Master told her to kneel, and she remained with the binding ropes holding her arms in a reverse prayer while her boobies turned blue.
O
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