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Leah's Bondage Ch. 01

By: PassionStJohn



Leah moaned softly in pain and fear. It seemed like she had been in this position for hours. She was bound with her wrists in leather cuffs secured over her head by chains and her legs were widely spread by a stretcher bar. It was simple bondage, but elegant, displaying her body perfectly. She wore only a pair of high heels and a leather blindfold.

Around her she could hear the sound of voices. Unexpectedly a hand would grasp her breast, hefting it or squeezing it and there would be laughter as she would gasp and struggle her way free from the hand. She could smell the alcohol they were drinking and the scent of food. She had no idea when they had last fed her.

“This one looks nice, Sir,” a voice said from behind her and a hand caressed her bare ass.

Leah could smell the faint scent of sandalwood as another person walked closely around her.

“She is not as striking as the blond,” came a male voice that sent shivers through her. She tried to pull away from him as her instincts kicked in. “Hmmm, but I see what you mean. Her fear is delicious.” There was a silky tone of pure pleasure as if this unseen man could taste and savor her fear.

The hand on her ass slid around and between her spread legs, fingering between the moist lips and expertly teasing her clit. Leah couldn’t help but respond, she had been teased all evening and now her body arched in hunger.

A cool hand caressed her cheek, fingertips tracing her parted lips, “So responsive, yet not a sound. That may lower her price. So many of the buyers like to hear the cries and screams.”

The hands left and she felt them walk off to see the other merchandise. She knew that there were ten of them up for sale tonight. All of them were like her, in their twenties, unattached and with no family ties. Few would notice their disappearance from the world.

She tried to shift her position to relieve the pressure on her wrists or her toes or to ease the ache of her legs being forced wide for so long. She could hear one of the other girls crying. Another cried out. There was a rattle of chain and the sound of male laughter.

“Gentleman, Ladies. The auction will now begin.”

Leah couldn’t help but turn her head toward the voice as panic rose inside of her. She had known this was going to happen for several days, but nothing could have prepared her for this moment. She felt hot tears spilling out of her eyes into the soft lining of the blindfold and she willed herself not to let any of them see that she was crying.

“If you would look in your catalogs, item #1 will be our first girl up for auction tonight. The opening bid is listed as is the bidding increments. Who will start with the opening bid?”

“You can’t do this to us! You can’t! You fucking bastards!”

Leah recognized the voice as the Japanese-American girl. There were some scuffling sounds and the cries were muffled. Leah guessed they had gagged her again. The bidding continued with no prices being mentioned. The sound of the gavel made her flinch. She had no idea if she was “item #1” or “item #8” in this surreal event. The growing reality that her life would never be the same, that there was no escape for her weighed on her heavily.

And then, it was over. She heard the auctioneer thanking the people and the sounds of people leaving, catalogs rustling, murmurs of disappointment and voices congratulating each other. She tried to breathe, but it was as if all the air had left the room. She wanted to cry out, to scream, but there was nothing inside of her. The sounds of the room pulled back farther and farther, dimming into a deeper darkness than the blindfold.

Pain and a sharp, acrid scent pulled her back. She tried to move away from the bottle being held under her nose and moaned at the ache in her arms. Leah realized that she was on the floor now, her arms free, but so numb she could barely move them. What wasn’t numb was burning in pain.

“She’s coming ‘round, Sir. I suspect she was just overwhelmed by the whole thing.”

Familiar rough hands rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her protesting arms around to the small of her back, fastening them in lined leather cuffs. The pain of that movement alone almost made Leah pass out again, and she curled into herself.

“Do you have a collar you want on her, Sir?” the auctioneer said from nearby.

“This will do for now until I have her home,” it was the voice that had sent shivers through her. No, they couldn’t have sold her off to him. She tried to move away, but the rough hands of her captors pulled her back by her hair, yanking her head back and pulling her up to her knees. The thick leather collar was buckled around her neck snugly. She realized immediately that it was designed so she could not lower her head. She felt a tear slid past the sodden lining of the blindfold and down her cheek.

There was a snick of metal snapping around metal and a tug on her neck that pulled her forward and up. The meaning was clear. She struggled to her feet awkwardly, wanting nothing more than to be able to hide her face, but unable to move her head.

“There you go, Sir. Just like the catalog advertised. I hope you have many hours of enjoyment with her and remember us when you need a replacement.”

“Of course.” Said the silky voice of her owner, and she felt his cool hand wipe the tear from her face. “But I don’t think I will be replacing this one for a very long time.”

The gathered men all laughed as Leah pulled back helplessly. The leash on her collar pulled her forward and she stumbled blindly along after it. The walk seemed endless, but the man was patient even when she fell to her knees, waiting for her to get back to her feet.

Leah felt the chill of night air and the sound of a motor. She was outside – naked. She moaned, balking at the door, as terror filled her. She couldn’t do this. She wouldn’t.

“It’s just a few steps to the car, Pet. I know you are scared. Don’t make this harder on yourself than it needs to be.” His voice spoke in her ear, his lips brushing against her skin. His cool hand took her elbow and with gentle force, he guided her to the car.

Within moments, they pulled away from the building. Lean knelt on the floor of the car, her forehead touching the floor, trembling. She could feel his shoe pressing into her side and the steady tension on the leash. He spoke to the other man about paperwork, ignoring her completely. They lapsed into silence after some time.

Leah would have dozed off, but she ached too much. The constant level of fear was making her feel ill. As she was starting to worry about throwing up, the car stopped and she was pulled out again into the night. Gratefully, she gulped at the air, trying to clear away the nausea.

The sounds here were different. Echoing. There were engines – plane engines—in the near distance. An airport? A hanger? The cool hand took her by the elbow again and half carried her up some stairs into something. Yes. It was a plane. It must be a private plane. If he was rich enough to buy someone illegally, he was probably rich enough to own his own plane, she reasoned.

“Kneel here,” his voice brooked no discussion.

Leah knelt down on the floor, feeling the nubbly carpet beneath her legs. She heard him sit down close to her and felt his outstretched leg touch hers.

“Would you like something to drink, Sir?” the other voice asked.

“Some wine, I think. The red.”

The engines started, powering up with a whine and moments later the plane began to taxi.

Carlton Dalby looked down at the young woman kneeling at his feet with pleasure as his aide handed him the glass of red wine. She was exquisite. She should be for what he paid for her. Her natural dark red hair curled down her mid-back. He knew that the blindfold covered startling green eyes. He admired the roundness of her full, pale breasts and the dark, hard nipples. Not too much, not too little. Her tapered waist curved into sleek hips and her naked pussy glistened from the juices she could not control. He used his foot to push her knees wider apart.

“Lesson one, Pet. When you kneel, you will always have your legs open for me. I wish to see all that I own.” He sipped the wine, watching a pink flush spread over her skin. He wanted to take off the blindfold and see the confusion and fear in her eyes, but right now, the blindfold kept her dependent on him. Right now, that was the key to controlling her.

He opened the file that came with her sale and looked over the documents. It has all been summarized in the sale catalog, but he wanted the details. The Sanchez brothers were fairly rough with their girls, but they were very complete in what they did. First was the detectives report. The girl had not known that she was stalked for two months prior to her kidnapping. A paralegal, Leah had led a quiet life. A summary of her bank statement showed that she barely made enough to keep her small studio apartment and feed herself. He glanced over the reports of her daily schedule, foods eaten, places visited. He noted she had a sweet tooth that she struggled with. He also noted that the detective had made a point of mentioning that there were no sex toys or erotic books in her flat. Interesting.

He moved next to the background report. This report included photos from her family album of her as a child and teen. She had been a pudgy thing with braces. She had slimmed down at the university. She probably still thought of herself as unattractive, he thought. He frowned as he read the notation about a strict religious upbringing with foster parents. That could be problematic in the long run.

Shuffling the papers he moved to the copied medical reports. The doctors offices would never be the wiser that they had been entered and files copied. The summary page showed that she was healthy and amazingly, in this day and age, still a virgin. Blessings on that religious upbringing, he thought. Of course her virginity had been part of what had cost him so much.

The Sanchez brother’s notes on her reaction to captivity were the last. They remarked that she was the quietest of their captives, but had attempted to escape twice. The first time had been during her kidnapping. She had managed to shatter the kneecap of one of the men, blackened the eye of another and was halfway out of the van before they were able to subdue her. The subduing involved her biting one of them badly enough that he needed stitches. Carlton raised an eyebrow and looked down at the trembling girl. Resourceful and feisty. He continued reading.

The second attempt was at the facility. Her quiet, good behavior had made a guard lax and she had grabbed his Billy club knocking him out. Her freedom was short lived due to the security system in place. They had cornered her and tazered her into submission. She was caned in front of the other captives and locked in stocks. They had used extra security on her after that.

Carlton closed the file and took several minutes to study his new purchase again. He had almost given up trying to find a girl for sale that resonated with him the right way. He had been to ten different sales in the last few years and none of the girls offered seemed to call out to him the way Leah did.

He leaned over and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and watched her jump, her muscles tightening in fear. She probably expected him to throw her to the ground and rape her. It did have a certain appeal, but there would be plenty of time to taste all of her.

“Are you hungry, Pet?” he asked. He was sure she was. The Sanchez brother’s probably hadn’t fed the girls in the last twenty-four hours. They didn’t want any of them throwing up in nervousness during the auction.

She was still for a long moment, like a lovely statue of living flesh, and then she nodded hesitantly.

He continued to stroke her cheek, “Lesson number two, Pet. When I ask you a question, you will give me a verbal answer. You will address me in your answer as Master.”

His lips quirked into a smile as he saw her body tense in rebellion at the word. She gave away so much without even knowing it.

“Are you hungry?” he asked again.

Again, she paused and then lifting her head slightly in a barely hidden defiance whispered, “Yes… Master.”

“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” he asked, unable to keep from playing with her some, forcing another answer from her.

She remained tense, “No, Master.”

Carlton looked over at his aide who had been watching the scene with interest and made a motion for him to bring food from the galley. He let his fingers play in her hair. It had not been cared for properly for the time she had been a captive. It was dry. That would have to be seen to.

“You are quite lovely, my little Pet,” he purred, watching her body tension move from rebellion to confusion. Yes, he had been right. She had no idea what she really looked like. Ah, how the mind deceived itself.

Raymond returned with a tray of microwaved food and set it up on the table next to Carlton. He noticed Leah lean forward an inch, her nose twitching at the smell of the cooked chicken and vegetables.

Taking his time, he cut the food into bite size pieces. Spearing a bite of the moist chicken, he held the piece to her lips, “Open up.”

She took the bite, her arms pulling at the cuffs in frustration.

“What is wrong?” he asked, knowing exactly what her problem was. How bold would she be?

She swallowed the bite and shifted a bit on the floor, “Please…. Master,” there was a trace of a sob in her voice and a slump of resignation to her shoulders at the use of his title, “I can feed myself.”

“I know,” he replied patiently, “But it pleases me to feed you. Lesson number three, Pet. Your only desire in life now, is to please me.”

He watched a range of emotions move through her body giving way at last to what looked like despair. He speared another piece of meat and held it to her lips. She took it and chewed as another tear escaped the confines of her blindfold and slid down her face.

The meal progressed in silence. Halfway through, she refused the bite of food.

“Open up, Pet,” he commanded.

“I’m not hungry anymore, Master,” She tried to pull back

“That does not matter. You will stop eating when I say you do. I do not want to punish you so soon in our relationship.”

Her shoulders slumped slightly and she opened her mouth. He smiled. Of course she would try to test his limits. He would have been disappointed if she hadn’t. When he finished her, he took his wine glass and held it to her lips. “Drink, Pet.”

Her nose twitched again like a rabbit and she pulled back, her body language a mix of fear and disgust. “I – I don’t drink alcohol.”

Ah yes, the religious upbringing. He wrapped his free hand in her hair and pulled her head back sharply, “You seem to have forgotten something.” He tightened his pull, arching her back painfully. How quickly would she get it?

“Master..” she gasped struggling to relieve the pain.

He let go of her hair, watching her tremble at her near miss, “I will forgive you this time for refusing as you are new. If you refuse me again, I will force the wine down you in such a way that you will never forget this night, and I guarantee you will never refuse anything I offer you again.”

He brought the glass to her lips again and smiled as she opened her mouth. He had only planned for her to have a sip as a treat, but now he made her drink the whole glass. He ignored her gasp and coughing as he took the glass away and poured more for himself.

“What do you say after such a nice meal, Pet?”

Another tear slid down her face. “Thank you, Master.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“Good girl,” he patted her on the head and leaned back in his seat, pleased with the progression of events.

Leah couldn’t seem to stop the tears that welled up in her eyes. In all of her fears about what would happen, she had never imagined anything like this. The humiliation of it as he seemed to take away layer after layer of her independence. The realization that he could easily kill her and no one would ever know was keen on her mind. The reality of his casual arrogance of control bit into her painfully. Maybe she should be fighting him, but there was something in his tone, his touch that told her that she did not want to incur his wrath.

Her legs and back began to ache painfully. She tried to shift her position to ease the pain, but he tapped her on the head and told her to be still. She stifled a sob as despair swirled through her. The wine made her feel fuzzy and she wished there were some way to get rid of the bitter taste of it in her mouth.

A growing need pulled her out of the haze she had let herself drift into. She realized that she had no option but to ask.

“Excuse me, Master,” that word rankled her, “I- I need to use the restroom.”

“Of course, Pet.”

She felt the tug on her collar and she struggled to her feet, unable to stop a whimper of pain. She stumbled blindly after him toward the rear of the plane. Almost tenderly, he helped her into the bathroom and guided her to the seat.

Leah sat still, waiting for him to leave. He did not move.

“A problem, Pet?”

She felt her face redden, “I was waiting for you to shut the door, Master.”

He chuckled and stroked her face again, “You have no more privacy, Pet. Privacy is not for slaves.”

Slave. The word was cold and harsh and bit through her more than anything else had since she was taken. Burning red in shame and cold to her heart at what he had called her, she used the restroom and endured him cleaning her up. She even managed to thank him without breaking down.

He led her back to his seat and settled her on the floor again. “You do not need to remain kneeling, Pet. It is a long flight. You may sit as comfortably as you can and lean against me if you want to sleep.”

Somehow, this was more than she could bear and Leah began to sob. She did not resist as he pulled her close to his leg and stroked her hair. It almost felt soothing. She cried herself to sleep.

Leah's Bondage Ch. 02



Leah woke with a gasping sob of panic. The dream of terror had been so real and then the reality of the last day punched at her as she tried to claw the blindfold off. Cool, strong hands easily grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands back from her face.

“Shhhh. It’s okay, Pet. You are safe here with me. Calm down, My Beauty. That’s it.” He crooned at her softly until she stopped fighting him.

Her hands were free, she realized, she could feel the leather cuffs still on each wrist, but they were free. If she continued to fight him, he would bind her again. She didn’t want that again. She mentally inventoried herself and found that she was also free of the tacky high heels. She could feel the soft warmth of a blanket around her legs. Frowning, she tried to reconcile a person who would buy another person being thoughtful enough to undo her hands, take off her shoes and cover her with a blanket while she slept.

“If I let go of your hands, do you give me your solemn word that you will not try to remove the blindfold, hurt yourself or anyone else?”

Leah knew that there was no possible way for her to escape right now. She had no way of hiding any useful tool she might procure. She would bide her time and move later when he was not suspecting it. Perhaps she could lure him into trusting her.

“Yes, I give you my solemn oath,” she replied discouraged and then belated added, “Master.”

“Good girl for remembering,” she could hear the smile in his voice and she had the strange desire to hiss at him. His hands released her wrists and she dropped them to the blanket, trying to drape it over her for modesty.

“You slept very soundly. We will be landing soon and then I will take you to your new home. I am sure that you are going to like it.”

Leah’s nose twitched and under the blindfold, her eyes widened. He had coffee. She could smell it. Oh God! She hadn’t had any coffee since she had been kidnapped. She could almost taste it in her mouth.

He chuckled at her, “Does my Pet like coffee?”

Leah nodded, “Please…. Master, may I have a cup?”

“Hmmm…” he replied thoughtfully, “I will let you have a cup if you can tell me what my fist lesson to you was.”

First lesson? Oh Shit! His stupid rules. She searched her mind frantically. Kneeling. That was it. The pervert wanted her to keep her legs spread. “To keep my legs spread when I am kneeling.”

“Excellent.” He stroked her hair. “Raymond, get a cup of coffee for my pet. Cream and sugar in it.”

A few moments later, Leah was sipping the steaming, fragrant brew congratulating herself for winning that round. Carlton smiled down at his slave, enjoying how much she enjoyed her cup of coffee. Her training had started so nicely.

Leah sipped the coffee and contemplated her situation. She may had been raised in a sheltered home, but she had no illusions that this man who had bought her was going to use her sexually and may possibly even kill her. She was actually surprised that he had not done anything yet. So far, other than engaging in white slavery, he had been very kind to her. The “Master” thing was disturbing. As she recalled from the little information that she knew on the subject, that belonged to people dressed in leather with whips and chains. Now that was sick.

Savoring the coffee, she wondered how anyone could enjoy being whipped. She imagined the pain would be horrible. Her mind took the idea and wondered what would happen if this man with the cool, strong hands were to chain her to a wall and threaten to whip her.

“Penny for your thoughts, Pet?” Carlton asked. He had noticed that she was breathing faster and that her nipples were hard nubs. Arousal? Surely the coffee wasn’t that good. His sharp eyes did not miss her guilty start.

“N-nothing.” Leah stammered, feeling a blush spreading over her face. “I was just drinking the coffee, Master.”

“Don’t lie to me, Pet,” his voice grew stern, a steel edge to it that made Leah shiver. “Drinking coffee does not make you blush.” He reached out and took the cup of coffee, ignoring the pained whimper of loss from Leah. “Stand up. Leave the blanket on the floor.”

Fear gripping her, Leah stood, feeling very naked and vulnerable.

“Put your hands behind your head, lacing your fingers together and spread your legs – wider.”

Leah trembled, unable to stop. She thought for a moment of telling him what she had been thinking of, but the humiliation of it was too strong for her. She jumped when his hand touched her thigh, drawing away from him.

“Get back in position and don’t move or I will punish you. Hysterics will also be punished.”

Biting her lower lip, fighting for control of her body, Leah put herself back into position. His foot pushed her legs open wider. Again, the cool hand rested on her thigh and then traveled slowly inward. His fingers parted her lower lips and moved gently along her slit. Leah thought that might die from the shame that filled her. The fingers withdrew.

“Kneel exactly as you are.” He commanded gently.

Almost grateful, Leah sank to her knees. She fought to lower her head to hide her shame, but the high-necked collar wouldn’t allow her to do that. She was forced to hold her head up proudly. Her shame was only intensified as his wet fingers traced her parted lips, smearing her juices over them.

“You are wet with desire, Pet. I am glad to see that I have such an eager little slave, but I highly doubt that you were aroused by the coffee. Now tell me. What were you thinking about? I expect complete and total honesty from you.”

For a long moment there was only the sound of the plane as Leah’s mind scrambled to find some way to be honest without actually telling him. “I – I was wondering what you are going to do with me.”

His fingers traced her lips again, “That is natural. Tell me, Pet, what are you worried about? Is it the idea that you are mine against your will? That I will take from you whatever I desire? That you were bought and sold like livestock?”

She lifted her head in defiance as anger burned through the thick fear, “No, Master” she spit the name at him in disgust, “that just tells me that you are sick pervert who isn’t man enough to get a woman on his own.”

He chuckled, “Ahh, I knew there was fight in you. Of course, I will have to punish you for being insubordinate, but first we need to get to the bottom of what has my little slave so wet.”

“I am not your slave!” Leah snapped at him, dropping her hands from behind her neck. “You are not my Master.”

Blind to what he was doing, she was unprepared when he grabbed her arm, twisting her painfully, while locking the cuffs together again behind her back. She cried out as his hand wrapped in her hair, pulling her head back and arching her back until she couldn’t move.

His voice was gentle despite his actions, “I know this is a hard concept for you to grasp, Pet, but the sooner you accept your reality, the easier it will be for you. You are going to make an exquisite slave.”

Leah tried to move, but the pain was too great. Her anger warred with her fear. She should give in and go along until she could find a way to escape. That is what she should do. Giving in was for the weak. 

She jumped again, almost loosing a patch of hair, as his fingers probed her again. “Get your fucking hands off me, you freaking pervert!”

Carlton held her in the painful position and spoke calmly, “I will touch what is mine, when I want to. Raymond, fetch me the crop, please.”

“Of course, Sir.” Raymond hurried to the closet of the plane and located the crop in the suitcase of equipment and brought it back to his employer. He watched with amazement the ease with which Carlton held the squirming girl in one hand and began to trace the leather tip of the crop over her breasts, teasing the nipples.

Leah froze as the leather slid over her skin teasing her nipples. A crop was a type of whip wasn’t it? He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t dare. But there was nothing to stop him. She gasped as the crop tapped right on her nipple and her body jerked in response. An odd sensation of pleasure raced through her. He tapped her nipples again and again, over and over making her body jump. It was a torture of horrid delight. A part of her wanted it to go on forever, but the sensations were too much.

“Please! Stop! Please!”

The crop kept its gentle dance on first one nipple and then the other, “Tell me what you were thinking about.”

“Whips. I was worried that you would whip me. Please Stop!”

“You forgot something, Pet.”

“Master! Please!” Leah could feel the wetness between her legs now and her eyes welled with tears.

The crop stopped and he lessened the pressure on her head, “Now wouldn’t that have been easier if you had just obeyed from the start?”

Leah shook and mumbled a “yes, Master.”

“Now, I think that 25 for being insubordinate and 25 for swearing at me is a fair punishment.” He pulled her to her feet by her hair and moved her to one of the other leather armchairs on the plane, pushing her face first into the seat so her ass stuck up nicely in the air. He kicked her legs open wide. 

“Oh God, Please don’t do this, Please!,” Leah called out in fresh terror as she realized that he really was going to whip her. The first lash caught her by surprise, the pain flashing through her like fire.

Carlton kept his strokes firm and steady, appraising how the crop marked her even as he counted. He ignored Leah’s sobbing cries for him to stop, making sure that he covered her entire backside and upper thighs evenly.

When he was done, he stepped back and admired the picture. She was no longer fighting him, and God, she was beautiful with the marks on her fair skin. She was definitely a canvas for his best work. He leaned over and whispered to Raymond. Raymond nodded and went back to the equipment suitcase.

Gently Carlton turned his slave around and guided her to her knees back at his seat, “I am disappointed with your swearing, Pet. A girl with your background should not be using words like those. I think maybe if your mouth were busy with something else, you won’t have to worry about letting your tongue slip.”

He took the penis gag from Raymond, even as he watched his slave pale, her imagination filling in the blank spots with lurid pictures. It was amazing how well she communicated everything with her body.

“Open your mouth.”

Leah hesitated.

“Pet, if I have to force you, I will give you another cropping for disobedience,” his voice had a tinge of sadness to it.

Against her better judgment, Leah opened her mouth. The smell of leather and plastic filled her nose. She drew back a bit, but the fear of another cropping and the pain that throbbed through her, made her obey. A shaft of rubber was pushed into her mouth, filling it. She whimpered around it, trying not to panic as he pushed it deeper as he pulled the leather straps around her head and buckled it tightly.

“Of course, it is not as large as I will be in your mouth, Pet, but this will give you some practice.”

Miserable and defeated, Leah felt the plane begin to descend. The pain from the cropping and the humiliation of being forced to suck a penis shaped thing kept Leah occupied as the plane landed and taxied. In a daze, she let herself be guided of the plane, into a car and settled on the floor where she was ignored.

She flitted in and out of a pained doze, having no idea where she was, what time it was, or even how long she had been in the car. The sharp pain of her situation burned through her. He would force her to be a slave and there was nothing that she could do to stop him.

The car stopped and the door opened. The leash on her collar pulled her out and she stumbled out, shivering at the bite of winter in the air, gravel biting at her bare feet.

“Here we are, Pet. You’re home now.”



Leah's Bondage Ch. 03



Leah tried to keep track of the turns and stairs and hallways that she was blindly led through. She would need the information when she escaped. But her growing fear made it harder and harder to concentrate and remember. Was he going to rape her now? Was it going to be as horrible as she thought it would be?

Cool marble floor turned to polished wood under her feet and then to a plush carpet that made her want to curl her toes into it. She could feel the warmth of a fire behind her.

“Kneel down, Pet,” he commanded giving a firm tug on the leash.

For a brief moment she considered fighting and standing, making him force her down. But what would that gain her? Her rear still burned and stung from the cropping and her mouth was still stuffed with that horrible shaft shaped gag. She could only imagine what he might do to get her to kneel. Resignedly, she knelt and was surprised to find a soft cushion under her knees. It felt like it might be of velvet. She heard him in front of her, sit down. She frowned as she tried to decide if the sound of the chair told her it was made of leather.

His hand stroked her hair several times and then reached behind her head and unbuckled the blindfold. Slowly, he pulled it off and set it to one side.

Leah blinked in the light, trying to make her eyes adjust to light of the room after being in total darkness for so long. The first thing she saw, sitting right in front of her, was the man that had bought her. She starred at him. He didn’t look like a monster. He looked rather normal, even dignified. He was probably about 45 or 50 with dark hair and graying temples. Cool blue eyes studied her over the tips of his steepled fingers that tapped thoughtfully against his lips. He wore a dark blue dress shirt and a yellow tie with blue floral pattern, dark blue dress slacks, dark socks and shoes. He looked like an executive.

Carlton looked down at his slave, admiring her bright green emerald like eyes as she studied him. The emotions that played across her face teased at him and told him her thoughts so clearly. He wanted to take her right now, but he willed himself into self-discipline. It was not the right time.

“Not the ogre you were expecting?” he teased lightly. He smiled as her eyes widened in surprise as he had guessed her thoughts and then the slight defiant lift to her chin and the flash of anger that flashed in her emerald eyes.

He leaned forward and unbuckled the gag and removed it, setting it on the table next to the blindfold. He watched her move her jaw, working out the muscle stiffness that had set in, her eyes watching him warily now.

“What do you say, Pet?” he prompted.

He watched in amusement as she hesitated, seeing in her expression what she wanted to say before she muttered a sullen, “Thank you, Master.” He would have to work on her tone later.

“This is your new home, Pet. I can’t stay long right now. While I am gone, I expect you to clean yourself and wash your hair. Be sure to use some conditioner. I don’t know what those men were thinking selling you in such a state, but it will never do. There is a robe in the bathroom. You have my permission to wear it after you bathe.

“When I return, I will bring you something to eat and we will talk some more and discuss your training. Do you have any questions for me right now?”

Leah’s head spun with questions, “What do you mean by training? What are you going to do with me? Where am I?”

Carlton’s heart went out to the lost little girl look on her face and he leaned forward and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, “Leah, my sweet pet, I know you are scared and confused, but you are an adult and a bright one at that. What do you think that I am going to do with you?”

Leah seemed mesmerized by his blue eyes, “Rape me, I suppose.”

“It can be rape, if that is what you wish; but it does not have to be. I will have you sexually. I will awaken you to a new world which you will love and hate at the same time. I will make you crave it in ways you cannot understand and come to me begging for more,” his voice was low and passionate making her tremble at the sincerity of it.

Leah shook her head in denial, refusing to believe that she would crave anything that he would do to her.

“As for where you are, you do not need to know that, Pet. You will not be leaving here for a very long time. It is best that you just accept that early. It will make things easier for you. Now let me remove the posture collar and cuffs.”

Leah furiously blinked back the hot tears as he removed the collar around her neck and unfastened the cuffs from her wrists. He gathered the gag and blindfold, stood and left the room before she had realized it. The sound of the door locking broke the stoic façade that she had been using to keep herself together. She stumbled to her feet and ran to the door, pulling on the handle, finding it locked. She began to pound on the door.

“You can’t do this! You can’t do this to me! Let me out, Please! Let me out!” over and over.

Carlton moved across the great house to his office, walking briskly. Raymond had already pulled a number of the files they had talked about on the plane and put them on his desk. He nodded to Raymond as he put the bondage gear on a side table. Sitting in the leather chair, he pushed the button for the television screen. It whirred softly out of its hidden place. A few more keystrokes brought up the security feed from Leah’s rooms. She was weakly beating on the door and crying, half lying on the floor. He ached to go and comfort her, but it was best that she get this out of her system now.

“Is she safe like that, Sir?” Raymond asked glancing at the screen.

“Yes, Raymond. She is just learning to accept her new life. It is not going to be easy for her at first. No wild bird just accepts the cage demurely. Now let’s start with the Bjorn file. I think they are going to accept our offer and I want it to be very tempting.”

Leah had no idea how long she lay there crying, but after awhile there were just no more tears in her. Empty and aching, she lifted her head and looked again at the locked door. Slowly she turned to survey her prison. 

The room was luxurious. At first the room seemed huge with Trompe L'Oeil murals on the walls making the room look as if it were a porch overlooking lush gardens. They were so real looking that Leah had to walk over to one of the archways and touch the opening to be sure it was just painted. There was not much furniture in the room itself. Opposite the carved stone fireplace was the leather chair her Master had sat in. Next to the chair was an elegant table and a floor lamp. By one painted arch was a bookshelf. Another arch had a coffee table with a computer setup on it. Thick velvet cushions were scattered in soft piles in a number of places.

Leah hurried over to the computer and turned it on. Would he be foolish enough to give her internet access? She had to kneel on one of the pillows to use it comfortably. She kept glancing over her shoulder at the door as the computer seemed to take forever to boot up. The desktop finally appeared. It had two icons on it. One was labeled “My Diary,” the other “Shopping,” She tried to see if there were other programs, but it seemed that this was all there was on the computer. Curious, she clicked on the Diary icon.

The program chimed and booted. A window appeared.

Welcome, My Pet. Each day, you will write in this diary. Failure to do so will result in punishment. You will address the topic given. If you wish to add more on another subject you may.

The window faded away and was replaced with a screen that gave the date and then said Topic: Describe your first sexual fantasy in detail.

Disgusted, she closed the program. She tried to open the shopping icon, but was given an error message saying that she had not yet earned that privilege. 

She got up and moved into the next room. This room was as opulent as the first if not more so. Center in the room was a bed unlike any she had seen before. It was huge and layered in draperies of sheer gauze that sparkled in the dim light. Slowly she walked up to the bed and touched the gauze. It appeared that the sparkles were caused by diamonds.

Blinking, she stepped back and shook her head. They had to be fake. More Trompe L'Oeil murals covered two walls, leading to more fanciful fake gardens with animals. The third wall was covered in heavy draperies. With eager footsteps, Leah hurried over and pulled them apart to reveal French doors. She tried the handle and the door swung open.

The chilled air bit at her as she stepped out the door onto a generous patio, completely enclosed by carved stonework. A chaise lounge and table were positioned out there. The carving was done so the light made patterns of leaves and flowers on the floor, letting in light and air, but the spaces were so small, there was no possible idea of escape. Braving the cold, she peered through the carving. She was up, three, maybe four floors above a courtyard garden that was deserted of any people. She doubted that screaming for help would do any good and would probably get her gagged again. She went back inside.

The fourth wall had two arched openings. The first led to an opulent bathroom with a huge Jacuzzi tub and a separate shower. An examination of the cupboards showed that she had an ample supply of lotions, powders, creams, shampoos, conditioners and fluffy towels. She also noticed that there were no doors for her to close for privacy.

The second arch led to an exercise room with a treadmill and some complicated piece of equipment that looked more like a torture device than anything else.

Discouraged, she prowled the two rooms again. She looked at the books in the bookcase and found every title to be a book of erotica. She was tempted to throw them all in the fire. Her third go around the room had her notice that one of the walls in the sitting room, as she thought it, had two doors that she had missed before. Both were part of the artwork and both were locked.

Discouraged, she wandered back to the bathroom. He had ordered her to wash and while she wanted to disobey that order on principle, it had been ages since she had been able to have a shower and wash her hair. She felt disgusting. The bathroom might not have a door, but there was no one else here right now and that was as good as privacy.

Admiring the cream and rust marble tiling of the bathroom, Leah selected some supplies and ran some hot water. Soon she was luxuriating under the steaming water and suds.

Carlton looked up from the spread of papers in front of him to the television screen and just watched for a long moment. He was glad that he was not going to have to discipline her again so soon. Tonight was going to be hard enough on her.

Clean and conditioned, Leah wrapped her hair in one of the soft towels and dried herself off with another. She found the robe he had mentioned on a hook and slid the crimson silk around her gratefully. It was wonderful to have something to wear. She padded back into the sitting room and put another log on the fire. Exhaustion from the constant fear was catching up with her. She arranged several of the velvet pillows and lay near the fire, watching the flames dance and wondering what would happen. Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

“Pet, wake up. It’s time for dinner.” A hand gently shook her.

Disoriented, Leah sat up blinking, “What?”

“It’s time for dinner,” he repeated, “Kneel up on the pillow for me.”

Leah sleepily got to her knees and settled back on her heels as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, “I didn’t mean to sleep—“

“It’s all right, Pet. You have had a very trying time and you needed your rest,” he soothed as he stoked up the fire and added another log. Satisfied with the fire, he took his seat and looked at her. Her face was flushed from sleep and her hair, untouched with other products had dried into a riot of natural curls that gave her an elfin look. She was a delicious morsel and she was all his.

He took the covered plate from the table and uncovered it with ceremony, displaying it for her view, “Lamb with mint sauce, garlic mashed potatoes and sautéed green beans.”

Leah couldn’t help it, her mouth watered and her stomach growled with anticipation. How long had it been since she had eaten the chicken on the plane? She started to reach for the plate and then put her hands down on her thighs. It was probably better to wait and find out what this guy wanted to do than to risk being in those cuffs again for hours.

Carlton smiled at her, “Very good, Pet. Such natural instincts.” He cut up the meat and began to feed her. The meal was silent and he ate nothing. She assumed that he had eaten before he came here or would eat afterwards. When she had eaten everything on the plate, he put the plate on the table, stood and walked over to one of the concealed, locked doors and unlocked it.

“Come here, Pet. It is time to begin your training.”

For a moment, Leah thought she might throw up the food she just ate, but somehow she managed to get to her feet and walk calmly over to him.

He swung the door open and with a hand in the small of her back, guided her into the darkness. It did not remain dark for long. He must have turned a switch as track lighting came on illuminating a room filled with equipment that made her blood turn to ice. She gave an involuntary whimper of fear and tried to step back to the safety of the other room, but his firm hand held her in place.

“Shhh, Pet. It is not as bad as it looks. I know it is very frightening right now, but you can trust that I will never permanently hurt you.” He wrapped his fingers in her curls in case she tried to bolt.

“Permanently?” hysteria edged the single word,

“There can be great pleasure in pain. You will find this in time, but tonight—“

Leah tried to twist from his grasp, frantic to get away from this room of horrors, imagining only too well what could be done with the variety of whips and chains that were displayed on the walls. His grasp in her hair caught her unexpectedly and jerked her off her feet to the floor. Desperate, she still tried to scrabble away. He twisted her easily, face down on the floor and bound her wrists together with a length of cord.

“Oh, Pet,” he crooned to her softly as he picked up her still stuggling body and carried her over to a leather covered table, “I had hoped you would be more cooperative this first night. It would be much nicer for you if you cooperate.”

“No! Don’t do this! Please! Don’t! God! Help me! Don’t Do this!” Leah cried out helplessly as he cuffed down her left ankle with a lambs wool lined leather cuff and then her right, splaying her legs wide on the table. Then, Carlton untied the cord and restrained each of her wrists to the side of the table, but not before she had managed to claw his face, leaving a bloody gouge in his cheek. He said nothing about that, but moved away from the table and out of her view.

Terrified, Leah fought the restraints, but they were too strong for her. There was nothing she could do to stop him. He was too strong for her. She was too weak. Angry tears spilled over her face.

He came back into view and pulled a small cart by his side. She strained to see what was on it, but she couldn’t see. He pulled the crimson silk robe open, exposing her completely to him.

Ignoring her whimpering pleas he slathered some shaving lotion onto her pubic mound and lower lips. When he was satisfied, he took a safety razor and began to carefully shave her.

At the first touch of the razor, Leah stopped begging and bit her lower lip. She couldn’t understand why he was shaving off her pubic hair. It was the most humiliating thing that had been done to her so far. She closed her eyes and turned her head away as if it would somehow lessen the shame. Carefully and tenderly he removed all the hair and then cleaned away the reaming cream with a warm moist cloth.

“There, you look much better now. I will keep you shaved and tidy from now on. I don’t think you are ready to be trusted with a razor just yet.”

Leah kept her eyes looking across the room at a strange X made of wood and did not answer.

Carlton ran his hand up the inside of her soft thigh and watched her carefully, pleased when she pulled in the restraints, not in anger or revulsion, but with an intake of breath and a slight curling of her toes. Now he was going to find all those little spots on his slave that made her gasp and moan.

“What are you doing?” there was fear in her voice.

“I am going to find which areas give you pleasure, Pet. Nothing to worry about.” He ran his fingers back down the inner thigh mapping out the exact spot and watched her shiver again.

He took his time, testing and retesting to be sure. His little slave girl had fairly sensitive legs. By the time he was done completely testing them, Leah was whimpering softly when he caressed a sensitive spot. He moved upward and found that if he ran his hand up her sides he made her squirm and moan most piteously. But her breasts, he discovered were truly the key. He caressed her right breast and her lips parted as her back arched in silent plea. Her breath came out in a ragged gasp.

“Doesn’t that feel good?”

Leah shook her head desperately, “No! Please Stop!”

He repeated the caress on her left breast and watched her shudder helplessly, “Don’t lie to me, Pet. I do not want to punish you for lying.” He gently pinched her hard nipple and manipulated it between his fingers as she moaned and quivered under him. “So sensitive.”

“Please, don’t do this to me! I beg you!”

“Such a good girl to beg,” he murmured and leaned over taking the hard nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the nub, sucking and teasing it until she was panting almost deliriously.

Reluctantly, he removed his mouth and stood, examining his slave, trembling on the brink of orgasm. Casually he dipped his fingers into the folds between her legs and brought them out wet.

“You cry, ‘No, No,’ but your body is saying ‘yes, yes.’ Why do you think that is, Pet?” Carlton asked conversationally as his other hand continued to gently stroke her breasts, keeping her right on the edge.

Leah could barely stand the throbbing in her body, the need that pressed at her from all sides. It felt so good, but at the same time, it hurt, she needed something more. What was he doing to her?

“It’s torment, isn’t it, Pet, to be so close to that ultimate pleasure, but not to have it?” He leaned over whispering in her ear.

She was having trouble concentrating, focusing her hatred toward him and moaned out a “Yes” without realizing it.

“Beg me for it, and the torment will stop. Beg me to cum. Go on, Pet, beg me to cum.” His hands never stopped and if anything pushed her even closed to the edge of reason.

The throbbing in her built to a painful crescendo. Leah pulled at the restraints trying to get away from his hands, but it was no use. She couldn’t take this! She needed this nightmare to be over.

“P-Please, let me cum. Please, Master, please, I beg you. Please stop this torment, please!”

He smiled and pinched her swollen clit, sending her over the edge with a strangled sob. But he did not stop caressing her breasts nor did he let her recover, instead he drove her on immediately to another orgasm and then another. He played with her body forcing orgasm after orgasm from her until she lay limp in the restraints half-conscious. He took that opportunity to divest himself of his clothing. 

Blindfolding her, he revived her with smelling salts and began the arousal again. This time, he got up on the table and positioned himself between her cum slick legs and thrusts himself into her with a strong smooth stroke, feeling her innocence give beneath his thrust. He took his time, thrusting into her with long hard strokes, pushing his whole length into her, savoring each moan and whimper, even as he manipulated her body, forcing her to pleasure around him. He came in her, deep and long, his own cry of triumph mingled with hers of defeat.




Leah's Bondage Ch. 03



He pulled out and cleaned up, redressing before he approached the half-conscious slave again. Gently, he removed the blindfold, stroking back her hair. She blinked at him, not really seeing him, lost in a world of pleasure, exhaustion and shock. With equal care he removed the bindings and wrapping her in the crimson robe, carried her from the dungeon room back into the sitting room and then the bedroom.

He tucked her into the huge bed, “Rest now, Pet. You made me very happy.”



Leah's Bondage Ch. 04



Carlton looked down at the sleepy girl kneeling in front of him. Her attention was not totally on him, he noticed. Her eyes kept flickering to the cup of steaming coffee on the tray. He couldn’t tell her, but he was rather charmed with the way her nose twitched at the smell of coffee. She was like a sleepy little rabbit. With expert persion, he flicked the crop at her nipple. 

Leah gasped and jerked her hands, straining to pull them around from behind her to cover her stinging breast, but the padded leather cuffs held her firm. She looked at Master with hurt, confused eyes. What had she done wrong? 

“Your full attention will be on me, not your breakfast. Your concern is to please me, Little Rabbit.” He could feel himself stirring at her reaction and it took most of his self control to sit calmly. He could not resist stroking the leather tab of the crop up and down the soft valley between her breasts. “Who is your full attention to be on?” 

“You…” her voice trailed off as her eyes dropped to watch the crop nervously. 

He flicked it down sharply to her inner thigh. 

“You, Master,” she added in a hurried, pained voice, her eyes focused on him. 

“Good. Now, before you get your coffee and toast, you are going to show me what skill you have in sucking cock.” He smiled at her look of shock. 

“No,” incredulity colored her voice as she shook her head, “I don’t know what kind of sick bastard you are, or what kind of game you are living out here, but I am not playing along. You can’t buy people. You can’t make them your sex slaves, and I am not going to eagerly suck your cock because you want me to.” 

Her anger had brought color to her pale cheeks and a lively sparkle to her eye that he rather liked. Her fear had a delicious quality to it, but her spirit was even better. “But, my Little Rabbit, you forget, I did buy you, I do own you. You are my sex slave. And you will eagerly suck my cock, though it will be because you want to.” 

Leah glared angrily at him, “I have a fucking name. It’s not ‘Pet;’ it’s not ‘Little One;’ and it’s not ‘Rabbit!’ It’s Leah! Why don’t you fucking use it?” 

He moved so quickly, she wasn’t sure what had happened at first. She was face down on the carpet, his iron grip on her neck, his knee in her back. She could feel the silk of his dressing gown on her bare legs.  

“You. Will. Not. Swear. At. Me.” He hissed in her ear. 

“Screw you, Asshole!” Leah shot back recklessly. 

“I will have to punish you, Rabbit,” his voice was a cold, deadly calm that cut through her anger and sent a slice of fear to her heart. She tried to twist out of his grip, but he held on, pressing her harder against the floor. Frantic, as if she realized she was doomed, she fought with all her strength, but he calmly removed the belt to his dressing gown and caught her feet like a rancher catching a wayward calf, and just as easily had her hogtied. 

Secured, the stream of curses that had been flowing out of her mouth dried up and a heavy, uncomfortable silence hung in the air. She felt Master leave her and heard him walk across the room to the door from last night and unlock it. Oh God, not that room. She began to shake in fear. What had she been thinking? He came back to her with steady, measured steps and she moaned. With apparent ease, he lifted her up and carried her into the room, depositing her on the cold cement floor in the middle of the room. Leah fought back tears of fear. She would not give this son of a bitch the pleasure of them. 

Carlton moved with efficient purpose, setting up the equipment he was going to need to teach his little slave her lesson. He had a feeling it was going to be a long session due to the strength of her will. Oh, she was afraid right now – afraid of what he was going to do to her, but she was not repentant of her comments, or changed in her beliefs. The key here was to break her will, not shatter it. 

He did not treat her roughly as he fastened the cuffs around her ankles and then attached one end of the spreader bar to the left cuff. Untying her feet from her hands, he swiftly attached the other end of the spreader bar and then smoothly brought it down to the floor, fastening it to secured bolt in the floor. The noise she made pulled at him in an odd way. He wanted to hold her in his arms and stroke her gently, soothing her. 

Leah fought back the panic, but she couldn’t stop trying to escape the cuffs and spreader. This was too much like just a few days ago when the doors of her cell had been opened and guards had manhandled her to the “showroom” to be sold. She managed to bite back a yelp of terror when Master pulled her to her feet, steadying her with his own body, her face against his chest. She could smell the faint smell of sandalwood and shaving cream. There was something almost mesmerizing about them. 

He felt her relax for a moment against him and smiled to himself. The desire to submit was there. He had felt it that night. He took advantage of the moment and unhooked her wrists, bringing them in front of her and reattaching them to a sturdy chain. Stepping away to the controls, he brought the chain up slowly until she was taught between the chain and the stretcher bar. 

Carlton walked around her admiring the shape of her body, the way the light played over her skin as she took scared breaths, the fall of her hair down her back. He gathered her hair up in his hand, feeling the weight of it, “I could cut it all off; shave your head. Some masters do that to their slaves.” 

Leah drew in her breath. He wouldn’t. She tried to pull away from his hand, whimpering, but it was no use. 

Twisting her hair, Carlton secured it to the top of Leah’s head with a clip, leaving her back open and exposed. He made a mental note that she was very possessive of her hair. He loved the length, but she could spare some length if he needed to punish her. 

Walking back in front of her, he moved to the wall where the whips, crops and floggers hung neatly on pegs. He took his time, letting her suspense build as he stroked several lovingly before selecting a single tail that would be fairly painful and leave a nice mark on her skin. 

Walking back he took in her squirming and fear. She had no idea how beautiful she looked right now. Reaching in, Carlton ran his fingers between her lower lips and came back with wet fingers. 

“You are aroused, Little Rabbit,” he challenged her, “Do you know what that means?” 

“No,” She shook her head, both in denial of the arousal and to his question. 

He smeared her lips with her own wetness, “It means that you like this. You want me to overpower you and control you. You want me to be your master and you want me to make you submit to me. Isn’t that true?” 

“No!” she whispered in horror. “No!” 

“Oh, yes, Little Rabbit. I think you enjoyed last night so much, that you subconsciously caused trouble today just to find a way back in here,” He reached between her legs again and found her swollen clit and teased it making her spasm helplessly in her bondage, whimpering and moaning. Abruptly he withdrew his hand, leaving her panting. “But your behavior this morning will not give you the pleasure you had last night. You know better then to swear at me, don’t you?” 

Leah closed her eyes tightly as she trembled at the maelstrom of need he had awoken in her. 

Carlton flicked the whip and a mark bloomed on her thigh even as her eyes and mouth flew open in pain. “Don’t you?” he repeated calmly. 

“Y-yes.” 

FLICK.

Leah gasped again as the whip marked her across her buttocks, “Yes, Master.” 

“Such a simple lesson. I really shouldn’t be having to drill it into you again, pet.” Carlton chided her. “Now tell me again who I am to you.” 

Leah was trying to turn her head to see where he was and didn’t answer fast enough. The whip struck again, harder this time, on the back of her thighs. 

“Who am I?” He demanded sternly. 

“Master!” she yelped out desperately. 

“Again!” he punctuated it with another stroke.

“Master!” 

After fifteen repetitions he let her rest, taking his time, walking around her, admiring her beautiful body. Then he lifted her chin with the end of the whip, “Tell me, Pet. Why am I your master?” 

“Because you can hurt me and I can’t stop you.” She spat out bitterly. 

The whip flashed again marking her breast and she cried out with the pain, pulling hard at the restraints, 

“Wrong answer. Why am I your Master?” 

“Because you are a fucking sadist!” she yelled, her anger getting the best of her. He brought the whip up between her legs and she screamed, jerking hard and straining to close her legs against the pain. He waited for her to quiet down and then with one finger wiped away a tear rolling down her face and tasted the tear, savoring it. 

“Yes, I am a sadist, but that is also the wrong answer. Come now, Pet. You are a smart girl, think about this. Why am I your Master?” His voice was soothing and calm, but he kept her off balance by rubbing the whip along the inside of her thigh, both arousing her and making her twitch in anticipation of another strike. 

Leah’s mind was an agony of confusion. She wanted to give in and end this torment. Her anger made her want to fight it out until he beat her to death. She knew he was going to win. She couldn’t fight him and win, but she could hold him off for as long as she could, couldn’t she? She felt the flash of fire across her breasts again and his maddeningly calm voice demanding to know why he was he Master. 

“You bought me, Asshole.” She snarled nastily at him. 

She was rewarded with another lash to her shaven pussy. Through the white hot haze of pain she dimly heard him say, “Yes, Pet. I bought you. I paid for you. Again, just in case you didn’t get it, why am I your Master?” And the whip licked across her body leaving a fresh mark to punctuate the question. Twenty times he asked the question and twenty times she answered, only being more polite, having figured out after a couple more times that a swear word caused a strike between the legs. 

She watched him walking around her as her body throbbed with pain. Was he done? He had made his point surely. 

“Tell me, Rabbit, what have we established so far?” he moved behind her and stopped, tracing the tip to the whip along one of the bright red marks and making her shiver in response. 

Her mouth felt so dry she could barely speak, “That you are my Master.” 

“And?” he prompted. 

“You bought me,” she added resignedly. 

“Very good. Logic would tell me that I could buy you only because you were for sale. Why were you for sale, Rabbit?” He struck her inner thigh. 

The tears she had managed to hold back so far began to stream down her face, “Please, don’t do this!” 

“Why were you for sale, Rabbit?” He gave her another lash on her other inner thigh. 

Leah tried to bite back the sob. She couldn’t say it. It would make it too real. But she realized he would keep at her until she answered him. As if in confirmation of this thought, the whip struck again, harder, leaving a line of fire across her skin. 

“Why were you for sale, Rabbit?” His fingers reached between her legs and started exploring her wetness. 

She sobbed and struggled uselessly as sensations of pleasure began to build up in her body, faster and faster. She had to stop this nightmare. 

“Because – because, I am a – a slave, Master.” His fingers left her, 

“Say it again, louder.” 

Defeated, she repeated it louder. He kept at it, making her say it over and over again until she was shouting it. 

He lifted her chin with his fingers and looked into her eyes, “Accepting the reality will make things easier for you, Rabbit. Now one more little topic of conversation and we can move on to more pleasant things. What is your name?” 

Leah looked into his eyes and saw the compassion and control there. She also saw that there was no winning. If she answered ‘Leah’ she was going to get more whipping. He called her a number of things… Pet, Little One, Rabbit… whatever seemed to come to his mind. 

“Whatever you want to call me, Master,” she whispered just as he raised the whip to strike her again. 

He lowered the whip, “Very good my little Rabbit. Now you have a choice. You can either have a caning for my pleasure or you make suck my cock. What will it be?” 

Leah didn’t think she could take any more pain and mumbled back that she would suck him. 

“I’m sorry, Slave. You will have to speak up.” 

“I will suck you, Master,” Leah felt like she was being broken into little pieces. 

Carlton lowered the chains suspending her until she was kneeling on the floor. He loosened the drawstring on his pajama bottoms and took out his semi-hard cock and brought it to Leah’s lips. 

“I don’t know what to do, Master,” she said in all honesty. 

“Open your mouth and suck gently on it, use your tongue, be creative, watch the teeth.” 

Leah opened her mouth and took him in hesitantly. Carlton stroked her hair soothingly, trying to calm her. She began to suck him awkwardly while hot tears rolled down her face. 

“You’re doing fine, Rabbit, just fine. Now move your tongue around my cock, oh, yes, just like that. Lovely. That’s a good girl.” He kept stroking her hair and murmuring softly to her as she gained some confidence and skill. He closed his eyes at the pleasure of her mouth, curling his fingers in her hair. 

Sucking on her Master, Leah decided this wasn’t as bad as she had thought it would be. She had thought it would be slimier somehow. It was far better than be being beaten. Leah felt his cock twitch in her mouth and heard him groan almost painfully as his fingers tightened in her hair. Just as she was thinking that she might have a way to control him, her mouth was filled with hot salty fluid and he pushed himself hard into her mouth. She struggled, frightened, breathing in some of the fluid and the coughing spasmodically. 

Carlton pulled out much relieved and looked at his slave, arms still bound over her head, cum dripping out of her mouth to her breasts, coughing, her eyes watering, no resistance left in her body for now. He pulled his pajama bottoms back up and went to fetch a towel to clean her up. 

In a few minutes he had her unchained and uncuffed and kneeling gingerly back on the pillow by the fireplace. He handed her the now cold coffee and a slice of toast to eat. She ate them both, eager to remove the taste of cum from her mouth. At least he wasn’t feeding her like an infant. 

Carlton did not watch her eat, but instead went to a panel of the Trompe L'Oeil mural and pushed on it. It sprang open to reveal a cupboard housing an entertainment center, some dvds, cds and a notebook. He removed a dvd and the notebook and returned to his chair. 

“When I return for lunch today, I expect you to have watched this DVD carefully. Also, you will have read, studied and practiced pages one through 5 in the notebook. I will be testing you. Obedience will be rewarded. Disobedience will be punished. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, Master.” She mumbled through the last of the cold toast, her stomach still growling a bit with hunger. 

He gave her a long look, “I think I will show you what punishment you will face should you disobey. Come with me.” He rose and walked back to the door of the dungeon room but stopped at the door. Instead of going in, he unlocked the door right next to it and opened the door. 

Curious, Leah looked in to see a small concrete cell with a prison style toilet and a chain with a manacle lying menacingly like a coiled snake. There was no light in the cell, she noticed. That meant, once the door was shut, there would be total darkness. She took a step backwards as the ice cold fear of the room began to wrap itself around her. She could imagine it too well after being captive with those horrible men for so long. They had put her in a room like this. At times she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She felt like the walls of that little room were closing in around her even now. 

“Rabbit, what is wrong?” Carlton touched her arm, trying to bring her back to the present from wherever she was. 

Leah blinked at him looking very much like a little scared rabbit, “Please Master, please don’t put me in there. Torture me in the other room, if you must, but please don’t put me in there.” 

“Did the Sanchez brother’s put you in a room like this, Rabbit?” 

Leah took another step back away from it and nodded, “Yes, Master.” 

He shut the door and locked it, “How long did you spend in it?” 

“A month, Master,” her voice was very soft now. 

“I see,” he pushed back his anger and kept his voice calm, “Well, you won’t be in there if you do your work, now will you? Take a shower, get yourself freshened up. I brought up a clean robe for you to wear. The one you wore last night had to be cleaned.” When I return, you will hear a chime. I expect to find you kneeling here on the pillow by my chair. Any questions?” 

“No, Master.” 

He kissed her gently on the forehead and left the room.



Leah's Bondage Ch. 05



After a long shower, Leah wrapped herself in the blue floral kimono style robe that had appeared on the hook in the bathroom. Not knowing when Master, or whatever his name really was, would get back, she decided she had better get her work done. If she was going to be a prisoner, it was far better to spend it in the nicer rooms that in that little hell-hole. 

She put the DVD into the player and settled onto a pile of pillows to watch. The case was labeled CS Instructional 1. To her shock and fascination, it was a porn DVD. She had never seen any live action porn before and watched in a combination of disgust and rapt amazement as stick thin women with blood red lips took huge swollen cocks into their mouths and sucked on them. What was more interesting was the commentary that was overlaid onto the DVD. It was her Master’s voice, drawing her attention to a particular technique used in this sequence or a certain style used in another. Once she had gotten over the shock of it, she started the DVD over again and paid more attention to what he was saying as she had the strong feeling that he would be testing her on the material. 

When the DVD had finished, Leah put it carefully away and looked curiously at the other cases there. CS Instructional 2, Anal Play, Flogging, Japanese Rope Bondage, Serving Guests, and other titles were lined up neatly. 

“I have got to get out of here,” she whispered to herself. 

Taking the notebook, she settled down by the fireplace and opened it. She flipped though the pages. It seemed to be mostly text and diagrams. There were place settings for a table, diagrams for how to address letters, directions on how to tie a bow tie. Confused she looked at the title page. Basic Slave Training Manual. Someone had made a manual? She turned to page one. 

The page was entitled Chapter One, Basic Slave Positions. “He’s got to be kidding.” She closed the notebook and got up and paced the room. 

In his office, Carlton looked up from his work as did Raymond. Both looked toward the screen. Carlton reached for his coffee and took a sip, considering his slave girl as she paced the room. He watched her pick up the notebook and open it up again and look at the first page and shake her head. 

“What’s in the notebook, Sir?” Raymond asked curiously. 

“Slave positions. She seems to be having a hard time accepting them. Funny, I thought she would have the problem with the DVD. She may be more stubborn than I thought. Did Mr. Sanchez say when he would get back to me?” His eyes never left the monitor. 

Raymond checked his watch, “It should be anytime, Sir. He had said within the hour. They were processing a girl.” 

On the screen, Leah kicked the notebook across the room and flounced onto the pillows. 

“Come on, Rabbit, think about it. Remember this morning. Show me that you are as intelligent as I know you are,” Carlton coached softly, willing her to do what he wanted her to do. 

Leah wanted nothing more than to throw the notebook into the dwindling fire and watch it burn. The pain in her body was still too fresh to allow her that temper tantrum luxury, and the memory of the cell was too frightening. With a heavy heart she walked over and picked up the notebook and opened it to page one - Display position. It showed a naked woman standing with her legs spread shoulders width apart with her hands laced behind her head. 

He didn’t really expect her to practice did he? She hesitated and sighed. Of course he did. He probably had spy cameras in here watching her every movement. She looked around to see if she could spot where they might be. She didn’t dare take the chance that he did and not practice them, not when her body ached so much from the beating she just had that it hurt to even breathe. Reluctantly, she stood and copied the position. It wasn’t that hard. She practiced each position several times until she thought she could do each one without looking. 

Leah arranged herself on the pillow in the “waiting” position when she heard the chime sound. Hopefully, if she could please this guy, he would relax and let his defenses down and she would be able to escape. Somewhere he was going to slip up and she had to be ready to take advantage of it. It did occur to her that in this position, it would take her precious time to get up and get moving should he happen to leave the door standing open. 

He entered carrying a covered tray which he set down on the table. On top of the tray rested the black leather crop and a black velvet box. Barely looking at her he spoke in his authoritative tone, “Stand, remove the robe and resume your position, Rabbit.” 

In a movement that told of her early years in gymnastics, Leah rose to her feet with surprising grace to remove her robe as her Master settled into his chair. His intent gaze made her blush as her fingers fumbled with the knot of the tie on the robe. All too soon, the fabric was sliding off her skin and pooling around her feet. Her face flaming red, she knelt back down on the pillow and rested her hands palm up on her thighs. 

His fingertips brushed along the line of her jaw and she trembled at the light touch, a soft intake of breath telling him that she had not expected a touch, “Have I told you how beautiful you are, Rabbit?” 

Leah looked up startled. Beautiful? “No, Master.” 

He trailed his fingers down her neck and over her collarbone watching the pace of her breathing increase, “You are beyond beautiful, you are exquisite -- a treasure to be cherished and kept on display. How did practicing the positions make you feel, Rabbit?” 

His fingers brushed over her nipples, teasing them and Leah found it hard to concentrate on his words as pulsing sensations began in her body. How did he do that? Damn him! 

“Make me feel?” her voice had a sharpness to it even as she started to reach up to brush his hand away from her breast. The crop snapped stinging at her hand and she snatched it back quickly, looking at him fearfully. 

“Don’t make me cuff you, Rabbit. You will hold the position until I tell you to do otherwise,” His blue eyes brooked no argument. “Do you understand?” 

Her shoulders slumped, “Yes, Master.” 

The leather tab of the crop traced down her inner thigh, “I think you legs should be apart more, this is too demure.” 

Reluctantly, Leah spread her legs. But the crop kept tapping until she felt she was lewdly spread. As if to make his point, he probed between her lower lips with the crop and started to massage her clit with the crop, sending wonderful and terrible sensations through her. Leah strained to stay still and almost wept with joy when he finally pulled the crop away, yet she ached to follow it. What was he turning her into? 

When he finally had her positioned exactly as he wanted her, he uncovered the tray and began to feed her lunch. The smell alone of the hearty stew was almost enough to make Leah break her position. Still, it might be one fingertip out of line that would have him take it all away. She stayed perfectly still, eating the dainty bites he offered her. For the first time, she did not end the meal still hungry. 

“Master?” Leah ventured, feeling a bit braver for actually being full. 

“Yes, Pet?” “What are you doing with me?” 

“What do you mean?” Carlton picked up the crop and with a gentle tap corrected her posture. 

Her eyes flicked to the crop and then back to Carlton as the bravery began to fall away, “The positions and-and the rest of the notebook-I mean if you want sex you can just - that is-“ she trailed off. 

“Rape you?” He traced the crop down her outer leg and then up her inner thigh to her lower lips again and almost idly played with it there as if thinking. “It’s been bothering you that when I did have sex with you, that I made it enjoyable, even though I had you tied down?” 

Leah paled, “No! I didn’t say that!” 

The crop had found her clit again and began to torment her. She jerked, her eyes huge and panicked at the maelstrom of sensations. 

“You didn’t have to, Rabbit.,” he kept his voice kind, “I could just keep you locked in here and come and rape you whenever I please. There are those that would have bought you that would have done just that. I prefer to train you to be cooperative. You are highly sensitive and responsive to this and I think you will flourish and be very happy here.” 

Leah couldn’t stop herself from grinding on the crop, trying to get more from it. She leaned her head back and moaned softly as the throbbing turned to pounding and her open hands became clenched fists. 

“Admit it, Rabbit, you want it, don’t you? You want me to push you to orgasm, You want to fuck this crop right here and now. Or better, you are hoping I will push you to the ground and fuck you myself. Fuck you until you pass out. Isn’t that right? Tell me!” 

Leah bit her lip, refusing to answer even as she ground harder onto the crop and moaned. 

“Tell me!” he commanded in his most authoritative voice. 

“Yes!” the fear of his command broke through her stubbornness and she bent over in shame. 

He grabbed her hair and roughly pulled her back into position, ignoring her yelp of pain, but noticing at the same time the hints of her submission and arousal. He pulled her back further, kneeling beside her now until she was almost bent backwards, “You will be fucked when I am ready to fuck you. But you do have the option of begging me for it. Who knows my Little Rabbit, you might just persuade me. Beg me, Rabbit, and I might let you have an orgasm.” 

“Please, Master, don’t do this to me!” Leah gasped still half bent backwards. 

“A nice start on the begging, but you are missing the point of what you are supposed to be begging for, Rabbit. You have ten seconds to start begging for an orgasm.” He chuckled. 

Tears spilled over her eyes, “Please, Master, I beg you for an orgasm.” 

“Perfunctory. Make me believe you want it. Do I need to add a threat to it?” He trailed the crop up her belly to her nipples and gently tapped the erect nipple with it, causing her to jump as if touched by live wires. Her whimper of need had him hard. 

“Please, Master, I beg you! Please! I can’t take this! Please! Let me have an orgasm, I beg you!” 

This time he could hear the desperation in her voice. He dropped the crop and with his free hand reached between her legs. She was dripping wet. Expertly, he began to fuck her with his fingers, faster and faster. 

“Such a good girl,” He soothed her, “That’s my sweet Rabbit, come for me.” 

Leah came with a soft cry as her body submitted to her Master and she fell against him trembling. He held her for a long moment, savoring the intimacy before setting her back into position and taking his seat. 

“I know it was hard for you to beg, but it is something you will need to get used to doing. It pleases me greatly to hear it. I have to get back to work, but before I go, I have a special gift for you.” He took the velvet box and opened it, showing it to her. Inside the box, nestled in more velvet was a gold choker with a small rabbit pendant. 

Leah blinked and looked up at him, still dazed from the strength of the orgasm, “It is quite lovely, Master.” She said diplomatically. 

“It is your collar.” He took it out of the box and placed it around her neck. 

“My collar?” Leah echoed with confusion. He had said it like it had some significance. 

Carlton stood, gathering the tray, box and crop, “I am sure one of the books in the bookcase will explain it well for you. Be sure you have done the computer diary entries for yesterday and today by dinner tonight.” 

The door shut behind him with a solid click. Leah touched the dangling rabbit at the hollow of her throat in stunned confusion. What in the hell was a collar? She started leafing through the books until she came across one that was not fiction but explained the dynamics of “bottoming” which she learned was submitting to a dominant person. Master was certainly dominant. According to the book a “collar” symbolized the pledge of the Dominant with a capital D to the submissive to protect, love and cherish them. She laughed as she read that she in turn was supposed to be devoted and loyal. 

“Sounds like a wedding ring,” she muttered to herself as she read on. The book continued to describe some collars with rings to attach leashes and others with places for engraved medallions or pendants to show ownership. Shock made her grow cold and she touched the rabbit charm - to show ownership. Anger began to burn and she tossed the book down and reached up to take off the collar. 

“Fuck you, Asshole! Damn if I am going to wear your fucking collar! I am not owned by you!” She shouted as her fingers fumbled over the clasp searching for mechanism to release it. It was smooth and seamless. She struggled and tugged, but it wouldn’t come off. It was locked onto her. 

She paced the room her fury fading into a numb horror. She remember the morning all too well where Master had methodically gone through his “logic” of how he owned her and how she was a slave. This wasn’t a game with him. He really believed it. He wasn’t going to play with her, fuck her and eventually set her free. She would be sold to someone else when he got bored with her; someone else who would go to elaborate lengths to keep her a prisoner. 

She sat down in the leather chair and stared into the fire as the depths of this sunk into her mind. This man that owned her at least seemed to care something for her, she reasoned. He did not have to have such elaborate rooms for her. She remembered the cells the Sanchez brothers had kept them in, treating them more like animals than like humans. One guard had even used a cattle prod to keep them in line. 

Survival and escape were the two things she needed to focus on now. If survival meant learning how to be his slave, then she would learn how to be one, and she would be a damn good one. It didn’t take much for her to imagine being sold to someone who would not be as gentle with her as Master. She touched the welts on her thigh from this morning and shuddered, realizing that she was already thinking of this as “gentle.” 

He had been pleased that she had obeyed his instructions from breakfast. Okay, rule number one, she told herself, obey his instructions. Don’t give him a chance to beat you. He had said something as he had left, something about a diary. She remembered the electronic diary on the computer. 

She almost ran over to the computer and turned it on. It seemed to take forever to boot up. Yes, there was the icon. She almost cursed the slowness of the computer, but remembered that Master seemed to have an unhealthy obsession against swearing. Survival, she muttered to herself. The program finally booted, “Describe your first sexual fantasy in detail.” 

Leah stared at the computer, her mind blank. What did he want? Torrid details? Erotica? Something tempting? She could make up something. She began to type, backspacing when she got a better idea and editing carefully for spelling errors. For all she knew, he would give her a lash for every out of place comma. 

The topic for today was to describe a favorite children’s book. Again, she stared at the screen in confusion. Why would he want to know that? What was his hidden agenda? After a very long time, she was unable to come up with anything sinister, she picked one of her favorite books from her childhood and wrote about it. 

That done, she paced turned off the computer and paced the room. After time, even that became tedious. With a sigh, she took the book about being a “bottom” and lay down on the bed to read it. It was research, she told herself. 

Carlton carried the dinner tray into the room, shutting the door behind him and noticed that Leah was carefully arranged in the waiting position. He was pleased to see that she had adopted the corrections he had shown her at lunch. 

He set the tray on the table and sat down in the leather chair and studied her. Her nose was twitching, trying to figure out what was for dinner. Her gaze flickered from him to the tray and quickly to the crop when he moved it. Her breathing stopped when it moved, just for a second. Her fear of it was intoxicating. 

“Rabbit, do you think it is right to lie?” he asked softly. 

She blinked, not expecting the question, “No, Master.” 

“Would it be safe to assume that you know that lying to me is wrong?” He traced the crop around her left breast and contemplated if he should have her nipples pierced or not. 

Her eyes flickered nervously from the crop to him, “Of course, Master.” 

“And it would be further safe to assume that you know that lying would incur punishment?” He tapped an erect nipple just to watch her jerk in response. Gods the girl was sensitive. Aroused and afraid, she was worth every penny of what he had paid for her. 

“Yes, Master,” her voice quavered. 

“Then why, Rabbit, did you lie to me in your diary?” He brought the crop up under her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. 

“I-“ the fear in her was overwhelming. She didn’t know what to do. She hadn’t meant to lie, she had only wanted to please him. Tears formed in her eyes. “Please, Master, I thought-“ She stopped again somehow knowing that whatever explanation she gave him would not excuse away in his mind that she had lied. How he knew was beyond her. 

Then, without conscious thought, she lowered herself into the most submissive of the positions she had learned that morning. Touching her forehead to the floor and stretching her arms in front of her, she knelt there trembling, “I am sorry, Master.” 

Carlton was amazed. She had such instincts and was so unaware of them. He wanted to just forgive her, but she would not learn from that lesson. He ached to fuck her until she had screamed herself hoarse with pleasure, but there would be other times for that. 

“Why, Rabbit?” he moved the crop down her spine and savored her half gasp half moan. 

Her face to the carpet, the oddest sensations coursing through her, Leah felt like she was sinking down a spiraling hole, as if Master had some magic spell that he was casting on her. She bit back a whimper as the crop traced a pattern on her back. Why was she throbbing between her legs? What was wrong with her? 

“Answer me, Rabbit.” 

“I thought that what I wrote would please you because it was more…”she faltered as the crop found a particularly sensitive spot that made her whimper and curl her fingers into the carpet, “more interesting than the truth.” 

“If I had wanted erotic fiction, I would have assigned it.” He kept his voice kind, “I may assign you to write some as you do it well. However, you will tell me now about your first fantasy. Kneel up.” 

Leah knelt back up into the waiting position, her face flushed, “Out loud?” 

Carlton could not help smiling and chuckling at her, “Yes, Pet. You have lost the privilege of writing it by lying to me. Consider it part of your punishment. Now begin. How old were you?” He began to tease her nipples with the crop. 

“Ahh…10, Master,” she squirmed miserably, the rabbit charm dancing at her throat. 

“Be still. Continue.”

Desperation made her blurt out, “I can’t concentrate with that thing touching me, Master.” 

“Really?” Carlton raised his eyebrows amused. “Perhaps I have something here that will help you concentrate.” From his shirt pocket he withdrew a pair of nipple clamps connected by a delicate gold chain. 

Leah looked at them uncomprehendingly, “What is it?” 

He did not reply, but leaned over and pinched a hard nipple and clipped the first clamp on. Leah yelped at the pain and tried to move away, but he had the second one on before she realized it. 

“Touch them and you will spend the night in the punishment room,” his voice was cold with command and promise. 

Leah tried to hold perfectly still. It seemed the slightest movement made the chain swing and pull on the clamp things and that sent fresh waves of pain through her. But the worst was it just didn’t hurt, it made her ache and throb between her legs. She felt her muscles spasm as if searching for something and not finding it. Tears of shame rolled down her face. 




Leah's Bondage Ch. 05



“Now that you can ‘concentrate’, please do continue.” Carlton picked up the crop again and ran it along the inside of her thigh and watched her eyes glaze over for a second with need. 

“I-that is - uh-my first fantasy was not very sexual,” Leah struggled to keep her mind together enough to talk and make sense, “I was a captured princess kept in a tower and-“ she faltered as the crop teased her thigh, “and the Knight of the castle would come and romance me.” 

“That sounds about right for a ten year old,” Carlton commented still teasing her with the crop. “Now telling the truth wasn’t that hard, was it?” 

Leah was in torment struggling to be still, “No, Master.” 

“Now my dilemma is how to punish you. What do you suggest is an appropriate punishment?” he tapped her clit with the crop thoughtfully. 

Leah whimpered in misery, “Beat me I suppose.” 

“No, lay on your back and masturbate to orgasm for me.” He pulled the crop away from her. 

The collar around her neck felt tighter, “Please, don’t make me do that.” Tears began to roll down her face. 

“Punishments would not be punishments if they were easy. You will do this for me. If you fight, you will be in the punishment room. Now lie back, Rabbit,” his voice was firm, “Your dinner is getting cold.” 

Survival, she reminded herself as she lay back on the floor, her legs splayed open. Her nipples burned and ached from the clamps. She reached down for her throbbing clit and began to circle it with her fingers. The touch was a relief and she began to rub harder and faster. Her back arched and she cried out as her dignity and pride were stripped away as Leah became lost in the passion. She began to thrust her hips. It wasn’t happening. She couldn’t orgasm. 

“It won’t come!” Leah cried out in a panic, her fear of spending the night in that small room growing stronger. 

“Relax, Rabbit, don’t panic. You can do this. Just a little more.” 

The orgasm came in sudden rushing shock that left Leah barely conscious of her Master or anything else. She was completely compliant as he helped her off the floor and leaned her against his legs. She cried out softly as the nipple clamps came off and her body reacted with another wave of orgasm. 

“I’m very proud of you, Rabbit,” he said and she felt an odd warmth and pleasure in her. “Now, will you always strive to tell the truth?” 

“Yes, Master,” and for some reason, she really meant it, for some reason beyond fear.



Leah's Bondage Ch. 06



The days passed for Leah in a strange dreamlike fashion. She tried to keep her hatred for Master burning, but as day passed into day, she became more desperate for the time when he would come to the room. The hours alone passed slowly even with the assignments he gave her. She hated how eagerly her body responded to his touch, to his voice, even to the sound of the key turning in the lock. Even now she could feel the moisture between her legs as she waited for him to bring in dinner.

To her surprise, Master entered with a couple of boxes instead of a dinner tray. He took his seat and smiled at her, "You have been so good, Little Rabbit, that I have a treat for you."

Leah sat perfectly still, she didn't want to ruin any chance at a treat. The treat must have something to do with the boxes.

Carlton smiled warmly at his slave girl. She had come so far in just a month. Her responses to training were beautiful. Tonight would be a good test of her training. 

"I am taking you downstairs for dinner. I am having a small dinner party tonight and you will be attending." He said then offered the boxes to her, "You will wear these."

Leah couldn't conceal her excitement. She was going to leave these rooms? There would be other people? Maybe one of them could help her escape or get a message out to the authorities.

Carlton could read the plans in her eyes, "Before you get great ideas about escaping, perhaps I should tell you more about my guests. There will be two guests and their escorts. Mr. Fritz Bruger and Sir William are both slave owners. Appealing to them to rescue you would be only mean that your punishment would become part of the dinner entertainment. Both are brining their slaves."

Leah felt the hope ebb out of her and she wilted visibly.

"I know it's hard, Rabbit, but you are adjusting well. Enjoy tonight for what it is. Now open your boxes."

"Yes, Master," Leah tried to keep the disappointment out of her voice. She opened the smallest box and found a dainty black lace garter belt and what felt like silk stockings. She had never had anything this lovely before. The next box held a pair of elegant black high heel shoes. She knew at once that they were very expensive. Leah turned to the last box and now eagerly lifted the lid. Nestled in layers of gold tissue paper was a beautiful black dress with jet beading.

"Oh, Master, it is lovely!" she drew the dress out of the box and held it up.

Carlton smiled indulgently, "Put them on for me, Rabbit."

Leah looked up shocked, "Right now?"

"Unless you plan to go to dinner naked, yes. If you prefer to be naked, I will take you that way." Carlton teased.

Leah began to dress while her Master watched with obvious pleasure. When she was fully dressed she knelt again on the pillow feeling oddly vulnerable. Carlton looked her over critically. Her fair skin and red hair were set off nicely by the black dress. She would make a good presentation tonight.

"Hands out front, Rabbit," his voice was soft.

Nervously, Leah put out her hands. Gently, Carlton fastened black leather cuffs around her wrists and attached a black velvet leash to the silver ring. Leah felt a strange feeling settle over her like a cloak. If ever she felt owned, it was right now.

Carlton stood and tugged on her leash, "Come along, Pet."

He led her out of the room. Leah looked around trying to notice everything that would be helpful for a later escape. Right outside the door was a room with supplies, tools and bondage gear. She could see how the room could be supplied with firewood without having to risk her escaping. It also explained how Master always had cuffs or a crop.

He led her down gracious hallways to a suite of rooms. A man was laying out evening clothes. Leah pulled back on the leash nervously, but Carlton gave her a tug into the room.

"Kneel, Rabbit. Thomas will watch you while I dress."

The man laying out the clothes took the leash and smiled at Leah, "Might I complement your taste, Sir. She is quite lovely."

"Thank you, Thomas. She is coming along nicely. Is everything ready for dinner?"

Leah had knelt demurely with her knees together and Thomas prodded them apart with foot and gave her a stern look, "Yes, Sir. Mr. Bruger and Sir William are in their rooms freshening up. Mr. Bruger did enquire about the use of your dungeon. It would appear that his slave was being quite willful on the trip down."

Leah trembled. Did the whole household know that Master kept a slave? Was there no help for her at all?

Carlton emerged from his dressing room fiddling with his bow tie, "We shall have to see. Bruger doesn't have the best reputation." He slid on his jacket on and adjusted his sleeves. Taking the leash, he gave a tug and Leah arose to her feet.

As they went downstairs, Leah got more and more nervous. She could hear the voices of two men as they approached a room. The collar around her throat felt tighter than normal and she lagged on the leash until Carlton stopped her just outside the door.

He stroked her bare shoulder from the off the shoulder dress and kissed her gently on the forehead, "Don't speak unless you are directly asked a question. You obey no one but me. Do not give me a reason to punish you, Rabbit."

Trembling softly, Leah looked up and for a moment was lost in his eyes, "Yes, Master." She followed him into the room and the conversation ceased.

"Good evening, Gentlemen," Carlton spoke as he pulled the leash short, drawing Leah to his side, "I hope you have not been waiting long."

"Not at all, Carlton," drawled a dark haired man, "Fritz here was just telling me the most entertaining story."

Leah looked over at Fritz. He was a bald man with a salt and pepper mustache and beard. He looked like he lifted weights as a hobby, and there was something about him that frightened her. He held a metal chain leash that hung from a thick leather collar around the neck of a willowy Chinese girl in a tight red dress. She too had her hands cuffed in front of her. Leah thought she saw the shadow of a bruise under her makeup.

"Dinner is ready, shall we go in?" Carlton stepped toward a door and opened it. William nodded and took the arm of his slave, a buxom blond in blue that kept giggling and led her in. Bruger followed with his slave.

Carlton took the seat at the head of the table and made a gesture for Leah to kneel by his chair. Leah did her best to be graceful, knowing it pleased him when she was. Staff entered the dining room and served plates to the men, ignoring the kneeling women as if this were quite the norm. 

The dinner conversation was all business. It appeared that her Master was buying a business from Bruger. Sir William had some ideas for expanding it. Despite the serious conversation, Master gave her plenty of food. 

Halfway through the dinner, the Chinese girl cried out in pain as Bruger spilled some hot soup on her. Bruger rose out of his seat and yanked the girl off her knees with the chain.

"You fucking cunt! I told you to be quiet!" He hissed at her and then backhanded her hard enough to knock her into the wall.

"Please, Master, forgive this slave," she begged, pressing herself to the floor.

"You worthless piece of shit! I should sell you as a street whore!"

Carlton put down his wine glass, "That is enough Fritz. I will not have you abusing the girl in my house."

Bruger's face turned a brilliant red, "She is my slave, I will treat her as I wish!"

"Not if you want the deal to continue as planned." His voice was cool and firm.

Bruger stood for a long moment shaking with fury and then sat down with a glare, "You think you can order me around because you have me over a barrel."

Carlton offered Leah a bite of a meat, "No, Fritz, I just will not tolerate that type of behavior. Ming may be your slave, but she is still a human being. If you like, we can amend the contracts and I will include a purchase price for the girl. It would give you that much more cash that you desperately need."

Bruger snapped his fingers at Ming and she crawled back to her place, "And give you the pleasure of taking her away from me, too. I think not."

Dinner continued with a heavy silence until William recounted an entertaining tale of a visiting dignitary and his slave girl. Bruger laughed along, but Leah kept feeling his heavy gaze on her. Uncomfortable, she inched closer to Master.

To her delight at the end of dinner there was a decadent chocolate dessert. She did not care for the wine he made her drink and she felt lightheaded. She let her mind drift until a thread of conversation brought her back to the present.

"How long have you had your new girl?" Bruger asked leering at Leah.

"Almost a month and a half," Carlton replied calmly. "She is coming along amazingly well."

"I wasn't sure you were ever going to have another after Mariam," William commented, "It's been what, five years?"

Carlton's voice was thoughtful, "Yes, around that." 

Leah looked up at him curiously. Who was Mariam? Was she a slave, too? What had happened to her?

Carlton stood up, almost shaking off the thoughtfulness of the previous moment, "If you are ready, Fritz, Raymond should have all the paperwork ready in the study."

"Of course," Bruger pushed back his chair and stood, yanking his slave to her feet. She cried out softly and Bruger turned to her and slapped her across the face, "I told you to be silent, Bitch."

Carlton frowned, "I will not warn you again, Fritz."

Leah moved closer to her Master and felt his warm hand gently stroking her shoulder in comfort and reassurance. He kept a hand on her all the way to the study. A young man about her age, with brown hair and glasses was there busily handing out pens and indicating where the contracts were to be signed. Leah decided this must be the Raymond from the plane.

They had just finished up with the contracts when Thomas came in the study and bowed stiffly, "Excuse me, Sir. If I may have a brief word with you."

Leah judged the distance from where she kneeled to the door and wondered if she had a chance. It would be slim. She had no idea where the front door was from here. It might be the only chance she had in a long time. She had just started to move when Raymond casually stepped on the end of her velvet leash.

"Don't try it," he whispered to her, "You wouldn't make it to the study door."

Leah sank back on her heels. She caught a look from the Chinese girl-a look of understanding and sympathy.

"I am sorry gentleman, I have to leave immediately. An emergency has arisen in one of my interests in London. Of course you are welcome to stay as planned. Thomas here will see to your needs. Raymond, please see to Rabbit for me. If you will excuse me," He gave a nod of apology and left the room.

Leah sat up in her bed half awake, unsure of what had woken her. She heard a rustle. 

"Master?" she asked as she reached for the light.

The backhand caught her by surprise, knocking her stunned to the bed. The coppery taste of blood was in her mouth. What was happening? Leah started to crawl across the bed, but was yanked back painfully by her hair pulling her off the bed and throwing her to the floor.

"Please, Master! Don't!" Leah cried out as a heavy knee pressed into her back. Rough hands painfully twisted her arms behind her back and cuffed her hands. She heard a deep laugh from the man and realized in horror that this was not Master. Whoever it was began to pull something leather over her head, forcing it until her whole head was covered by it.

She fought against him, but she was not strong enough to beat him back. The leather hood made it hard to breathe. She lay still, breathing hard and felt the man's knee lift off of her. She heard the lamp click on, but the hood kept her in darkness.

With a speed born out of fear, she struggled to her feet and blindly ran across the room. She crashed into the leather chair and heard the man curse. She felt his hands grabbing at her as she changed directions. She knew she was trapped, but fear made her run anyway. Leah stumbled over a pillow and the meaty hands grabbed her roughly, almost picking her up off her feet and throwing her the other direction. She hit the wall with a solid thud, the bright light of pain exploding in her head as she fell to the ground.

"Just try to run from me, Cunt," he hissed at her, "You think you're too good for me, do you?"

A foot kicked her in the side and she curled up painfully, gasping. Through the haze of pain, she recognized the voice. It was Bruger. This couldn't be happening! Where was Master or Raymond or the house staff?

"Help!" her cry was weak as she still gasped for air.

Bruger's hands closed around her throat and started to squeeze, "One more word from you, Cunt, and your Master will find you dead. Do you understand?"

Leah nodded frantically. She wasn't sure he was going to let her live as it was. She coughed weakly as struggled for air. He released her, giving her another hard kick. Biting back a cry of pain, Leah tried to curl up for protection. She lay trembling, listening for clues. She heard a noise that sounded like keys. Not the dungeon, please not there!

Bruger grabbed her by the arm and hauled her to her feet, shoving her across the room, laughing as she stumbled blindly into the doorframe. He shoved her harded and Leah crashed into a piece of furniture in dungeon. Pain blossomed in her leg and she fell to the floor whimpering.

"Get up, Cunt. I haven't begun to teach you what pain is," Bruger hissed. There was a swish and fresh pain lanced through her body. "Get up or do you want more of the cane?"

Fighting back nausea, Leah struggled to her feet, balancing on one leg. She could hear Bruger muttering something, but it seemed so far away. She didn't resist when he fastened a chain to her cuffs and only moaned as the chain was tightened until her arms were pulled up behind her, forcing her into a painful bent over position.

He thrust into her hard, ramming himself deep over and over. Master had always been firm but gentle with her and she thought that Bruger was going to rip her apart. She tried to scream, but no sound would come out.

"Here's for telling me how to treat my slave! God damn meddling know it all." Bruger punctuated his words with painful clawing at her back and then with one last thrust, came inside her.

It's over, Leah thought numbly as he pulled out. He will leave and it will be over. She was so wrapped up in this thought that the strike of the cane took her by surprise. Again and again it landed on her, deep rivers of pain flowing through her until she was begging without realizing it.

"Please! Stop! Please!"

The canning stopped and there was only the sound of his heavy breathing. The tension in the chain lessened and Leah dropped to the floor, unable to support herself anymore.

"Now, Little Fuck Toy, what should I do with you?" Bruger prodded her with his foot to watch her quiver. "I could just kill you and be done with it, but that would be too quick I think. This key unlocked another room, a cell. I am going to lock you in there. Then I am going to make it look like you have run away. No one is going to think to look for you in there. And you will die alone."

"Please, No! I won't tell anyone about this. Please, I beg you," Leah grew frantic at the thought of being locked in the punishment room. Master wouldn't think to look for her there.

Bruger's fingers pulled at the hood, lifting it off her mouth. Leah managed to take a few deep breaths of air before Bruger forced a gag into her mouth, buckling it on, and then securing the hood on her again.

Chortling to himself, he dragged Leah out of the dungeon, across the room, to the small cell. She feebly tried to fight him, but a few well placed kicks had her still again. He was tempted to rape her again, but he decided to save that for Ming. Locking the shackle onto her ankle, he surveyed her critically. Something was missing.

He ambled back to the dungeon and found a single tailed whip that he caressed almost lovingly. The girl wasn't bleeding, that was it. He would remedy that.

Raymond carried up the breakfast tray carefully. He stopped as a cold sinking feeling crept over him. The door to Leah's rooms stood open wide. Oh God! Carlton would have his hide if she were gone. He hurried inside, setting the tray on the table. A quick search of the rooms showed them to be empty. He ran from the room to find Thomas and get a search started. Then he would have to call Carlton.

That evening, a worried looking Carlton stepped out of his car and into the house and kept moving, not even bothering to remove his coat. Raymond met him at the door.

"What is the status?" Carlton asked calmly, only the tension in his voice giving away his concern.

"The house and the grounds have been searched, but there is no sign of her. We have several search parties out in the woods and a couple in the village," Raymond replied trotting to keep up with his employer.

"Good. I want to see her rooms. Is anything missing from the house? Clothing, shoes? Food?" He strode up the stairs two at a time.

"Not that I noticed, Sir. And the odd thing is, the alarm system was still on this morning. I don't see how she could have left the house, but we have been over it twice."

In Leah's rooms, Carlton stood in the middle of the room and stared intently, turning slowly in a circle, "Both doors were standing open?"

"Yes, Sir."

Carlton stepped back into the supply room and studied it for a moment, "There are things missing from here, but not things she would have taken if she were running away. The clothes I have for her are gone, but the cuffs and a hood are gone also. That doesn't make sense."

Raymond took a step back, "I didn't do anything to her, Sir."

Carton's face became grim, "Where is Bruger?"

"He left this morning, Sir, about 10 am." Raymond looked perplexed, "You don't think that he--?"

Carlton fished in his pocket for his keys and strode to the dungeon, "Did you check in here or the punishment room?"

Raymond shook his head, "It was locked, Sir. It never occurred to me."

"It's all right. You were working on logical assumptions." He looked around the dungeon and noticed the equipment out of place, his anger growing. He pushed past Raymond and headed to the punishment room.

Carlton stood for a long moment in shock at the open door and then knelt next to the still girl. "Rabbit, Can you hear me? Rabbit?" 

He uncuffed her hands and gently lifted her up to reposition her. Her body was covered in blood encrusted welts and bruises. His fingers almost trembling with anger, he removed the hood and then the gag. He could feel the heat in her skin of a fever. Carlton removed the shackle and lifted Leah in his arms. He almost wept when she cried out weakly in pain.

"Raymond, call Dr. Larson." He ordered to Raymond, turning his attention back to Leah, he stroked her pale face and crooned to her, "It's all right now, my sweet Love. I am here. You're safe now."



Leah's Bondage Ch. 07



Leah felt Master wrap his coat around her and hold her close as he carried her down the stairs. The smell of sandalwood soap comforted her and she could hear his heart beating. Her whole body seem numb, yet throbbed with pain. He was giving orders, but the words seemed to float over her without any meaning.

He was going to be mad, she thought. She should have fought harder. Somewhere she heard a door slam and a motor start. She reached a hand up and touched his chest, "Please, Master..." darkness pushed in at her senses. It was so hard to talk. "...sorry... forgive me, please."

Carlton looked down in horror at his little rabbit as her hand fell from his chest and she lay limp. Frantic, he felt for a pulse. She was still alive. "How much longer until Dr. Larson's?"

"Five minutes, Sir," called the driver, glancing nervously in the mirror.

"Do you want the smelling salts, Sir?" Raymond asked worriedly.

"No," Carlton said, his eyes never leaving Leah, "If she is awake, she will just be in pain. I can't bear to see her suffering like that."

The rest of the ride was in silence until they pulled up to a sprawling country home. An older gentleman and two strapping young men were waiting outside. Carlton brushed off their offers and carried Leah in himself. When Dr. Larson would not let him stay in the exam room, he took to pacing the hallway outside with a fury that Raymond had not seen before.

Some time later, Dr. Larson came out, halting Cartlon's pacing.

"Well?"

The older gentleman gave a sad sigh, "Your girl has not been treated well. I take it that you did not do this to her?"

"Never! You would have my hide if I treated a slave like that." Carton was disgusted that Larson would even consider that he had done this. He explained what had happened and how he found her.

"Well, Son, she is dehydrated and in shock. Her left leg is broken as are a few of her ribs. Her cheekbone is fractured. She has been raped but there is no permanent physical damage there. The wounds on her back are a bit infected. They are also rather deep and I worry there will be scarring. There are bruises on her neck that indicate that her attacker tried to strangle her. In my opinion, someone was trying to kill her."

Carlton was white with rage and walked away from the doctor trying to control it. He was going to kill that bastard. He turned to Raymond and spoke in a voice of deadly calm, "Raymond, get a hold of that English guy Pempelby or whatever his name was and tell him that I want to hire him and his best team, ASAP."

"Major Bently, Sir?" Raymond inquired already getting out the cell phone.

"Yes," Carlton said drawing out the "s" a bit, "We are going to pay Bruger a visit." He turned back to the doctor. "When can I take her home?"

Dr. Larson took off his glasses and polished them carefully before answering, "I have her in one of the beds right now under a sedative. I still need to set the leg, and I want to see the infection cleared up before I send her home with you. Perhaps once you have finished your - um - business with Mr. Bruger. Then we will see. Go home, get cleaned up, deal with your business. I will take excellent care of her and will make sure she won't slip off into the night."

Carlton nodded, oddly reluctant to leave Leah here. What if she woke in the night frightened? He wanted to be there to comfort her. Still, he knew Dr. Larson well enough to know that his word was law here. He gave the doctor a brisk nod and headed toward the end of the hall and the door where Raymond was finishing up on the cell.

"Good news, Sir. Major Bently and his team were doing exercises reasonably nearby. They will be here in two hours." Raymond trotted to keep up with employer.

"Good, we can go night hunting then."

--------- Major Bently stood silently in the dark hall and made firm hand gestures to his men. They gave crisp nods and melted into the darkness ahead of him, checking each room. 

"Room 1, clear."

"Room 2, clear." came the whispered signals in his earpiece.

Bently mentally checked them off and moved up the hall. 

"Room 3, bound female, breathing."

"Leave her for now, continue with mission." Bently wondered if that was the girl Carlton had said they would find. It didn't really matter right now, she wasn't going anywhere and they could free her when they had the creep.

"Room 4, suspect in bed, asleep," the voice was very soft, but the microphone picked it up. It also picked up disgust, "Also bound female."

"Hold until house is secure," Bently ordered. It seemed like an eternity before the rest of the team cleared each room and they converged on the bedroom in which Bruger lay sleeping.

Bruger, buoyant from his "success" at getting back at Carlton had come home in high spirits. Along the way he had even picked up a young woman hitch hiking. This was a benefit for him, since Ming was too damaged from his attentions the night before to be played with again. He had enjoyed her fresh terror and screams, but the continual sobbing afterward was annoying.

Binding his new play toy tightly, he put her in one of the spare rooms. He had caught the disgusted look on Ming's face as she prepared him for bed, so he had to punish her, but her cries no longer pleased him. He was going to have to sell her, she just wasn't fun to hurt anymore.

He woke now in the dark with the feeling that there was something wrong. If that bitch Ming had woken him up with her moaning from a little suspension, he was going to cut the bottoms of her feet and give her something to really moan about, damn the loss in selling price.

Something cold and metal pressed against his head at the same moment a powerful flashlight was beamed into his eyes.

"So you like to knock the ladies around, do ya?" asked a disembodied voice.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Bruger tried not to panic, but he could feel terror creeping in on him. Were these men business partners of that Italian man he had overcharged?

"Payback, that's all." Carton said stepping enough into the light that Bruger could see him.

Bruger felt the bed under him grow wet. "I- I don't know what you are talking about." he tried to lie.

Carlton ignored him, "I am going to be far more generous with you than I should be. I will give you a choice. Choice one - The men here will give you an identical injury for every injury you gave my Leah. Of course, that includes the rape, and they will just have to guess how much is enough."

Bruger made a whining noise and began to blubber.

"Shut up!" Carton's voice was like a whip, shocking Bruger into silence, "Or, you can have Choice number two - a fitting punishment of my choosing. You have ten seconds to make up your mind."

Bruger couldn't stand the thought of the pain and humiliation of the first option. Nothing could be worse than that. Nothing. "Choice two! Choice two!"

The muzzle of the gun pulled back from his face and he drew a breath of short-lived relief. Moments later, he had been manhandled onto his stomach and was neatly hogtied. The lights of the room were turned on and Bruger watched in confusion as the men in black army gear gently took Ming down from the suspension he had put her into earlier.

"What is going to happen?" he asked Carlton who was standing, staring at him in disgust. "What is plan two?"

"It's very simple, Mr. Bruger. I am going to sell you in the slave markets. I think it is time you discover what it is like to be on the other side of the whip. And you can always remember, that it was your choice."

Carlton turned from Bruger to the semi-conscious Ming. Very gently, he unfastened the cuffs. "Major? Do you have a medic on your team?" he asked, noting the raw marks on her wrists. Gods, he could count her ribs.

"I do," The Major replied, "He is seeing to the other woman right now. How do you want to arrange for transport of your prisoner?"

"Raymond has called one of the sellers. They have a local team that will do the pick up." Carlton pulled a blanket off the bed and wrapped it around Ming. She looked back at him with frightened eyes.

"I promise you, Ming. He won't ever hurt you again. I am going to take you and get you well again and then we can decide what you want to do." _____________ Leah struggled to open her eyes. It took a few minutes for her to regain enough consciousness to think coherently enough to realize that she was not in her room. The pillow was soft, but it was not the luxurious sheets she had grown used to already. Tentatively, she moved and found metal railings. Her good eye saw the IV pole and the fat bag on it slowly dripping something into a tube that snaked its way down, under the covers to her hand. Some more exploration discovered a cast on her left leg.

Finally her groggy mind registered - hospital. She closed her eyes and lay back only to have them fly open a moment later. If she were in a hospital, then-- she was afraid to even think it -- she was free.

Leah fumbled for the nurse call button, but couldn't find it. "Nurse!" she was shocked at how raw her throat was. She barely had any voice at all. "Nurse!"

A tall, well built blond man in tight white pants and white t-shirt came over and smiled down at her. "Shh, little one," he spoke with a heavy German accent, "You need to rest. You have been through a very bad time. Herr Doctor wants you to keep calm."

"Please," she grabbed his arm, "I want to make a phone call."

He shook his head sadly, "That is not allowed. Go back to sleep now."

"You don't understand! He'll find me here! Please!" her hand had reached up and touched the collar that was still around her neck and froze. The nurse looked at her with confusion, "He won't find you here. Your Master has gone to take care of him, then he will come back for you. You should rest now."

Leah fell back against the pillows, ignoring the pain as she did so. She wasn't free. This was some private hospital. She looked at the nurse again and saw a sturdy gold chain around his neck. He was probably a slave, too. 

Discouragement weighed heavily on her until she realized, that she was not restrained. No restraints could mean a way out.

She waited for the nurse to leave the room before she moved. Biting her lip, she pulled out the IV and pushed the needle into the mattress. Her eye on the door, she maneuvered the metal railing down slowly to avoid noise. Leah eased the heavy cast out of the bed and wrapped the sheet around her naked body, toga style.

The room spun as she stood and the pain in her body throbbed so much, she was almost afraid it could be heard. She hobbled over to the curtained window. Holding her breath, she opened the window as quietly as she could. Leah was shaking as she pushed out the screen and pulled herself up to the window sill. Ungracefully, she fell to the ground outside and lay stunned for several moments.

Gathering all her strength, she forced herself to her feet and stumbled away from the house, into the trees. She pushed herself, stumbling and crawling in the darkness, trying to put as much distance between herself and the house as possible. She shivered in the cold, her teeth chattering as she realized that she was not prepared for the weather. She had to find help, but she didn't know where to go. She had no idea where she was.

Leah curled up at the base of a tree, shaking now with the cold and the pain. She would have gone back to the house, but she wasn't sure which direction it was. For a moment she thought longingly of the afternoons by the fireplace in her rooms as she leaned against Master's leg, his fingers tangled in her hair as he read aloud. 

She remembered how safe she felt when he held her after taking her out of that room. She wished she was in his arms right now.

She began to cry. What had he done to her? How had he made her feel this way? What was wrong with her?

Somewhere in the frigid darkness of the night, Leah lost the battle of exhaustion and pain and slept. Strange, twisted shapes came at her in the darkness of her derilium as infection fought with her lowered resistance in the cold and spread. Daylight came and Leah lay oblivious under the tree, her skin blue with the cold as the first of the winter snowflakes began to fall.

Carlton pushed on, forcing back his exhaustion. Major Bently moved ahead of him steadily following the trail they had picked up again. It was amazing how much ground she had managed to cover. He was worried to death about her. Not that she had been found by the police, but that she had been out all night, alone, without protection. He glanced worriedly up at the sky as gentle snowflakes began to fall.

They almost walked by her at first. The sheet was torn and muddy and she was half covered by leaves that had blown over her. Carlton dropped to his knees next to her and felt for a pulse. Her skin was cold, but he could feel it, steady and firm. He picked her up and held her to him, his tears mingling with her hair. He rocked her back and forth murmuring his love for her as he tried to wrap his coat around her.

"I have radioed for a car to meet us at the road," Bently told him, "Dr. Larson is waiting. Do you want me to carry her?"

"No," Carlton said softly, "I want her to feel me holding her, to feel my love."

Together, they made their way to the road where the car picked them up and took them back to the doctor's.

When Leah managed to come back to consciousness again, her first thought was that she was warm - wonderfully, blessedly warm. She almost didn't open her eyes for fear of ruining it. Her second thought was that someone had their arm around her rather possessively and was snuggled up against her back.

Opening her eyes was more of a struggle than she had thought it would be. What she could see without moving gave her enough clues to realize she was back in the small hospital room that she had escaped from. She closed her eyes again in resignation and secretly, in relief. She wondered who it was behind her, but the exhaustion pulled her back under to sleep again and she had no choice but to surrender.



Leah's Bondage Ch. 08



Leah spent four days at the little hospital under the careful watch of Dr. Larson and his two slave nurses. Carlton stayed with her the whole time. He took time to snuggle up next to her in the bed, propping her head against his chest , reading to her, letting her voice comments when she wanted or listen in a peaceful haze until she fell asleep again. He took care that when he touched her, it was a tender touch. He knew she needed time to heal mentally as well as physically. It was time in her training, he decided, for her to come to him of her own will.

He watched her sleeping and ran his fingers over her sheet covered nipples, half-smiling at her sleepy moan of hunger. Yes, she was ready, but she didn't realize it yet.

"May I have a word with you, Sir," Raymond spoke softly so as not to wake Leah.

Carlton carefully slipped off the bed, easing his pet down and walked to the door with his assistant. He motioned for one of the nurses to watch Leah. In the hallway, he turned his full attention on Raymond, "What can I help you with?"

Raymond handed him a file, "I wish to purchase Ming's contract."

Carlton's eyebrow's shot up in surprise, "I had no idea. Do you plan to keep her as a mistress or a slave?"

Raymond's expression never faltered, "A slave, Sir. I have been studying you for years and have filled in for you on occasion. You will also see in the file, a recommendation from Mr. Willers of New York, as to my skills."

"Willers?" Carlton was more than surprised now. He opened the file and read the letter. It appeared that Raymond had spent his last vacation training with the renowned trainer.

"Well," he closed the file, "I see no reason why it cannot be arranged. I had planned to let her rest and recuperate before making any decisions about her future, but this is a fortuitous solution. You are aware of the fair market value?"

"Yes, Sir. The file also shows that I have the funds waiting in a separate account."

Carlton nodded. It seemed his assistant had thought of everything. "She is yours then. I am reserving the right that she help Rabbit while she recovers. They can share quarters."

"Excellent, Sir." Raymond smiled. "Thank You. This also came over by messenger right before I left the house." He handed his employer some papers.

Carlton looked at the sellers copy of a contract with grim satisfaction. He had not expected the merchants to have prepared Bruger for market yet, let alone have found a buyer, but apparently someone had. Lady Abernathy from Australia had seen him quivering and pleading and bought him without haggling.

Carlton had seen her buy a slave before and had pitied the slave. That woman had put the S in sadist. She had branded the slave before she left the merchants. Her ranch in the outback was known for being a particularly harsh environment for the untrained slave. Feeling no remorse, he folded the contract and put it in his pocket. 

"Go home and see to your slave, Raymond." He smiled and went back into the room. Dismissing the nurse, he removed his shoes and slipped into the bed next to Leah, putting his arm around her and drawing her close. He smiled when in her sleep, she snuggled closer.

At the house, Raymond unlocked the door to the slave quarters, carefully holding the dinner tray. He let the door shut behind him as his eyes searched for Ming. Not seeing her, he set down the tray and went into the bedroom. Ming lay curled up on the huge bed looking very scared.

He sat near her, reaching out slowly so as not to startle her, "What is wrong?" He stroked her hair.

"What is to happen to me, please? Master Carlton has a slave and will not want the trouble of another. Am I to be sold to a private owner or to..." her voice trailed off painfully.

"Do you enjoy being a slave, Ming?" Raymond spoke softly.

Ming blinked slowly and turned her face toward him, "It is my life. My parents sold me when I was of interest to the first foreigner. Not all my owners have been like Bruger."

"But do you enjoy it?" he persisted 

"When I am at a good Master's feet, and am helpless, and he touches me. I wish to be no other place. My second Master had a couple visit. They were Master and slave, but she was not bought and sold. They had such passion." her voice was wistful, "I have often wished I were her."

"Why is that?"

Ming was silent for a long moment, "Forced devotion, no matter how sincere from the slave's heart, is still forced. I would want the opportunity to serve for the love, not for the bonds that require me to do so."

Raymond continued to stroke Ming's hair, "I can tell you what will happen to you for now. I have bought your papers." he felt her begin to move under his hand to get into the proper subservient position, "No, do not get up. I am going to take a risk, Ming. I am going to give the papers to you. You are free to walk out the door and leave. I will even give you the money you need to get to where ever it is you want to go."

Ming rolled on the bed and looked at him in amazement, studying his eyes to see if this was a test of some kind or a joke, but all she saw was sincerity.

Raymond continued, "I would prefer for you to stay. I have desired to know you, to work with you, to even train you since I saw you a year and a half ago when Bruger first acquired you.."

Ming was almost breathless, "I would be able to leave these rooms when I wanted?"

Raymond gave a small nod of his head, "You would have a key, but I would have a schedule for you. I don't want you wandering around at all hours. Carlton may also have some areas that he lists as off limits."

Ming's eyes were bright for the first time since they had rescued her, "I would be able to leave the house? Alone?"

"Within reason. In time, I thought you might be interested in enrolling in some classes at the university nearby. It could be arranged, or--"

"You would do that for me?" Ming reached up and touched his face, as if she were making sure he was real.

"You are a person, Ming, not just a plaything. In the evenings, I am hoping to have conversations with you, a relationship. There will be times when conversation is the least thing in your mind," He ran the crook of his finger across the line of her jaw and then down her neck, marveling that even after the months and months of trauma at Bruger's hand, how she trembled so willingly, her beautiful eyes already filling with passion. He gave her a smile of promise and then stood.

"Think about it tonight. I will be back in the morning to see what you have decided. Your dinner is on the table. Don't let it get cold." Purposefully, he walked from the room, leaving Ming lying flushed on the bed.

When Raymond brought up the breakfast tray and was not surprised to see Ming waiting for him by the chair. She was wearing a tight, blue Cheongsam embroidered with sprays of pinks flowers. She had carefully arranged her hair and set an intricate hair ornament.

As with other mornings, he set the tray on the floor in front of her, and then sat cross-legged on the floor across from her. Nothing was said between them as Ming started what had already become a morning ritual with them over the past five days. She prepared a cup of coffee for Raymond and offered it to him with a bow of her head. He thanked her, took and a sip and then nodded. She then took food for herself, pouring herself a cup of green tea. There was silence as she ate, and Raymond contemplated his coffee.

When Ming was done, she set her bowl and cup on the tray and waited more patiently than Raymond had seen any slave wait before, her eyes downcast demurely.

"Have you decided?" He finally asked, thinking it was cruel to make her wait.

Ming looked up with a look so erotically charged, Raymond would have sworn she had been trained to do that by a specialist if he had not seen her training folder.

"I have a few questions of my own before I would give my decision, if I may."

"Of course," He nodded.

"For how long would this arrangement last and by what means would it be arranged?"

Raymond smiled, "I thought you would ask that. The arrangement would be for a length of time mutually agreed upon. A contract of service would be drawn up and signed. At the end of the contract you would be free to resign or leave."

Ming gave a slow nod as she absorbed this information, "Ah. At such a time as I did leave, what provisions would I have to survive?"

Raymond paused a little longer, "Of course it is in my interest to have you stay, but I would not have you stay here because you are financially unable to do anything else. As I said last night, I would pay for you to go wherever you want. I would also give you some money to get you on your feet. However, for each contract that you serve, a sum of money, equal to that of a freeperson 'selling' themselves for a similar length of time, will be invested for you - with your approval, of course - and paid out to you upon your departure." He took a breath from the formal sounding details and tried to put a more human face to it, "I would never have you suffer again."

Ming nodded, "What qualifications do you have to offer me as a Master?"

Raymond was stunned. He had not expected that question. With growing respect, he outlined his experience and skill. She seemed to know the names he mentioned.

There was a very long silence while Ming sat with her eyes closed. When she opened them, she smiled a Mona Lisa smile at him, "I will sign your contract on one condition."

Raymond was intrigued, "What is that?"

"Since I was bought I have been used mostly as help - serving and cleaning. In sex, I was just an object. My best Master's had slave's they kept for pleasure, that they could touch and they would breath passion." Her bright eyes dropped back to the floor, "I doubt I could ever be like them, but if you will teach me to find pleasure in sex, I will sign your contract."

Raymond managed to hide the horror inside him. She would serve out of her love and desire to serve? No one, not even the best of her masters had taken the time to be sure that she had found pleasure in sex?

"I will make sure that you always find pleasure in sex, Ming."

****

On the fourth day, Carlton brought Leah home. By the time Leah had been tucked into the huge bed in her rooms and her Master had snapped commands at just about everyone, she was glad to hear the door shut and lock. There was finally silence. Leah lay back on the mound of pillows and gazed at the shimmering gauze curtains around the bed.

In the silence she could finally face what had been growing more and more troublesome to her over the past week at the small hospital. She was confused. Terribly, horribly, unmistakably confused.

She hated Master. She must. He bought her; he had tormented her; he had locked her away. She had run away from him. Yet here she was thinking how lonely it would be to sleep tonight without him snuggled up next to her in bed.

No, she told herself, she was glad that he was gone. But she knew she was lying to herself. The silence was too deep. There were no comforting sounds of Master dealing with his business or reading a book while he thought she slept.

"Stockholm Syndrome," she muttered. "That must be it." But the ache was real. Still, she consoled herself, he would be up in a few hours with lunch and she would see him then. It was much to her surprise when Thomas came up with the lunch tray. The afternoon hours passed slowly, and Leah's excitement at hearing the key in the lock faded quickly when once again Thomas brought in the tray. Not quite sure why, she cried herself to sleep that night.

The next day Carlton entered the rooms with the breakfast tray. He was not surprised to see that Leah was still asleep in the bed. Setting the tray on the bedside table, he gentle shook her awake.

For the first time, the little start of fear in her eyes did not excite him, but disturbed him. What disturbed him more was the mask that he saw her mentally slip into place.

"Good morning, Master." Her voice was proper, her posture now that she was sitting up was lovely, but there was something about it that bothered him.

"Good morning, Rabbit. I trust you slept well." On a whim, Carlton placed the tray on her knees and nodded permission for her to start eating. He noticed the flash of wariness in her eyes as she judged this for a potential trap. She still did not trust him.

Curious, he reached out and lightly stroked the bare breast that was peaking out above the sheets. The nipple hardened nicely and Leah made a purely unconscious movement of pleasure.

A strange sense of disquiet filled him. He had been fairly successful in training her body, but the realization that the obedience was a sham drilled into him. She was still very much a trapped animal, being still to be petted because it had no other choice. Carlton mulled this over in his mind with the comparison of Raymond and Ming. Raymond had done the one thing he had never expected his assistant to do - give the girl her freedom.

Where would be the challenge in taming Leah if this were a consensual agreement? Where would be the looks of fear and terror in her eyes? But even as he caught a shadowed glimpse of one, he wasn't sure he wanted to see it again in Rabbit's eyes.

Abruptly he rose startling Leah, "Ming will be up later for the tray." He left the room frowning. He had been spending too much time with her. That was it. She was a toy, a plaything. He wasn't to let himself get so emotional over her. Men in his family had been buying, selling and training sexual slaves for generations and the first rule his father had taught him was never to get too emotionally attached to a slave -- no good ever comes from it.

Carlton stormed into his office causing Raymond to look up from where he was arranging the files for the days business. Wisely, he said nothing. Carlton switched on the camera's to Leah's room and the switched them off. Some time away from her - that would do it. Besides, she was no good to him broken.

Raymond made no comment when Carlton ordered that Ming take over bringing meals to Leah for the foreseeable future. Nor did he make any mention of Carlton flipping on and off the cameras twenty times that day, like someone trying to break a nicotine habit.

After five days without seeing Leah, Carlton's mood had grown from tense to surly. The staff of the house was avoiding him at all costs and even Thomas was finding more reasons to stay to the kitchens than normal. Only the unflappable Raymond stayed at his side.

The office was quiet except for the soft tapping of keys as Ming worked on a computer to type up a report. Raymond had brought her in to help with the amount of work that Carlton was generating in his frustration. Raymond sat at his desk balancing ledgers and watching his boss out of the corner of his eye. He was half tempted to drag Carlton up the stairs and lock him in the room with Leah until the next morning.

Carlton was starring at the monitor of the slave quarters with a frown. He had been starring at her for almost two hours now. There was a snapping sound as the pencil he had been holding broke in two. With a muttered curse, Carlton stood and stormed out of the room.

Raymond gave a soft sigh, as if to say, at last and bent his head back to the ledgers. Ming tried not to shift in her seat. She was finding Master Raymond to be quite a creative Master for torment and arousal. The dildo he had put in her this morning had a hair trigger to vibrate if she moved too much. Bent over his ledgers, Raymond heard Ming gasp in surprise and arousal. He smiled. What she didn't realize was that each time she set it off, the vibrator went longer and longer before shutting off. He couldn't wait until it was quitting time.

Leah heard the door to her rooms slam and she sat up on the bed confused. Ming never slammed the door. No one had. Curious, she started to lift her head from the pillow, but fingers wrapped in her tangled hair and yanked her to her knees, pulling her head back sharply. Terrified, she looked up into the angry eyes of her Master.

"How dare you lay here day after day like this!" his voice was low and calm and all the more terrifying for it. "Do you have any idea what you look like? Do you think that I want to come up here to an un-bathed, disgusting, disheveled slut like this?"

Leah couldn't even move her head to shake no. Fear filled her throat making it impossible for her to speak.

He tossed her out of the bed, expertly giving her three hard lashes on her smooth unmarked ass with the training crop, "Get cleaned up and present yourself in the other room."

Biting back her sobs, Leah hobbled into the bathroom and washed herself up as best as she could with the cast. Twenty minutes later she was awkwardly kneeling on the pillows, the cast making the usual position impossible. Her freshly washed hair was curly damply around her shoulders and her skin was pink from scrubbing.

"Look at me, Rabbit," he ordered coldly.

Leah looked up, unable to stop her trembling.

"Do you think that I ought to let your running away go unpunished?" he dragged the tip of the crop across her collarbone.

Leah's eyes grew wide and her breath grew ragged. "No, Master," she managed to whisper.

Almost coldly, he cuffed her hands behind her back and sat back down. He traced the crop lazily over her breasts for several long minutes before speaking, "Your foolishness almost got you killed. What possessed you to go running off into the woods without the slightest bit of protection in the middle of winter? You were lucky not to loose anything to frostbite."

Anger flared up through Leah's fear causing her to speak before thinking, "Well, next time, I'll book my escape through a travel agent and pack better."

The crop snapped on her nipple and Leah gasped at the fire that spread through her of both pain and desire.

Carlton put down the crop and took out a pair of scissors from his inner coat pocket, "You almost caused me to loose something very precious to me, so your punishment shall be to loose something precious to you."

Leah looked at him with confusion; her body was still throbbing hungrily. When Master grabbed a handful of her hair, she understood and pulled away violently.

"No! Master! No! Please, No!" she pulled away from him, flopping helplessly to the ground, frantically trying to get some distance from him.

Ignoring her terrified protests, Carlton pushed her onto her stomach and held her down with his body as he began to cut handfuls of her hair and drop them to the carpet. Leah's pleas faded to sobs as the scissors snipped.

Almost casually, he pulled her to her feet and half carried her to the dungeon. He was hungry for her, almost too hungry. Her struggles seemed to draw out the beast in him. In the back of his mind, he knew he should leave, go back to his office and cool down, but the frustration, the denial of his pleasure warred with him. He was still in control, he told himself, as he strapped her face down to a bench, spreading her legs widely to make her available to him.

Leah was stunned. Nothing Master had ever done to her had so forcibly shown her lack of control, her helplessness as the feeling of the scissors cutting through her hair. She felt more naked, more vulnerable than she had ever felt before.

As he took her to the dungeon room, she panicked and began struggling madly. Already half-bound, she was no match as he fastened her legs to the bench and then secured her upper body.

"Please, don't touch me!" she begged, knowing that if he did, she wouldn't be able to stop her reaction.

"Why is that, Rabbit?" His voice in her ear was silky with desire as his fingers traveled up her inner thigh.

"I don't want to be touched by you!" Leah pulled against the unyielding bonds, knowing he could taste the lie. She felt his fingers slid against her slit and could feel her own wetness. She heard his chuckle and could not hold back a hiss of anger and need as his fingers played over her clit.




Leah's Bondage Ch. 08



"I think, my little Rabbit, that I will give you something new tonight. A new pleasure to celebrate your homecoming, but not until you beg me for it - nicely."

"No!" Leah resisted, even as she began to throb, aching for the feeling of him in her.

His other hand wrapped in the short curls that were left, pulling her head back, his own darkness rising to her rebellion. He would not have her disobey him. He would not be swayed by her fear. By god, she was his slave and she would submit to him. She would beg and she would be a good toy. She was not going to manipulate him like she had been doing. Roughly, he began to finger fuck her.

"Master!" Leah cried out more in fear now than arousal. "Please! Master!" She bucked against the bench, sensing that something about him was different. He was forcing her need higher and higher, but with it her fear.

The fingers left her and she sagged in relief, only to jerk in surprise at the touch of cold, slick gel against her skin. His finger began to push it into her asshole. Leah held perfectly still for a long moment as the realization of what he was going to do sunk into her mind.

"Please Master! No! I beg You! Not there! I promise! I won't run away again! Please no! I'm sorry! Please, I beg you!" She was getting hysterical.

Carlton's rational mind knew he should take his time to calm her, to ease her into this, but his control was slipping further and further. Again, the warning whispered for him to stop, to leave, to back off, but the feeling that he was loosing control because of his growing attachment to Leah made him want to prove to himself that she was just a toy.

Eagerly, he pushed into her tight hole, savoring the resistance, her cries and begging. Yes, this s why he had spent so much money, to have a girl like her at his whim for just this purpose. He pushed in a little deeper, feeling her trying to push him out. A wicked smile flitted over his face as he easily overpowered her. She was his. Like a car, or a horse. He pushed deeper and listened to her responsive moan.

Leah shuddered with the sensation of Master in her, gasping at the intensity as he pushed even deeper. He began to move and she moaned at the pleasure. The pleasure built and built as he thrust in and out and she struggled, hating that he could control her so easily. She hated her need for him, her need to cum.

"Please..." she gasped, "Please, Master!"

"Beg Me!"

"Please may I cum!" she hated herself for begging, "Please, I beg you, Please."

He thrust in her as deep as possible and came hard, feeling her tight and quivering around him as she begged. He pulled out and in a moment of dark control leaned over and whispered, "No, you may not."

"Please, Master! What have I done? Master?" Leah ached and throbbed. Confusion filled her as she heard him zip his pants and walk away, shutting the door to the room. She began to sob. What had happened? Where was the Master that had touched her so kindly before?

Carlton walked back into the office in no better temper than when he had left. Raymond looked up as Carlton poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Raymond, go up to the dungeon and see to Rabbit."

Raymond almost dropped the rolodex, "Sir?"

"Yes!" Snapped Carlton nastily, "Do I have to repeat myself. I am finding Rabbit to be tiresome."

As the days passed and turned into weeks Leah grew more and more confused with her feelings toward her Master. When he was not there, she ached for him to be there, listening intently for him, sometimes stroking her body trying to imagine it was his hands touching her. When he was there, she was terrified, not wanting him to touch her, frightened by him like a caged animal until he restrained her and tormented her into submission. He was creative in his use of her, being more and more demanding of her, forcing her to hold back her own pleasure for interminable lengths before he gave her permission to come, if at all. Often he would leave abruptly, leaving her bound and throbbing, discarded like a rag doll until Raymond would come with his gentle words and soft hands to free her.

"Please, Sir." she whispered finally as Raymond silently loosened the buckles of her restraints, "What have I done to anger him? What can I do to get him to forgive me? Please, tell me! You know him!"

Raymond surveyed the bright red stripes that covered her backside and noticed how eagerly her skin jumped at the slightest touch. Carlton had been denying her orgasm for almost two weeks now. He had even taken to binding her hands at night so she wouldn't touch herself.

"It's not you, Rabbit." he soothed, helping her to her feet. "He is troubled with other things right now. Be patient, it will get better. Anyway, I saw on the schedule that you are to have the cast off today. That will be nice. Just in time for the party."

"Party?" Leah asked nervously.

"Yes, there will be a number of owners and slaves here tonight. I believe your Master will be bringing you downstairs for it. You should get some rest now, the parties tend to run late. I'll have Ming come up and help you dress and do your hair."

As Raymond was fastening Leah's hands into the lamb's wool lined manacles, Dr. Larson came in with his nurse. They exchanged pleasantries and then Dr. Larson turned to his patient. He frowned. She had lost weight since he had seen her last. The hair, he decided was punishment.

"Where is her Master," Dr. Larson asked Raymond. Carlton was going to get an earful when he had him alone.

"He is out until this evening," Raymond replied evenly.

Dr. Larson's hand brushed over Leah's skin and she arched on the bed, biting back a half sob at the pain of her need. Dr Larson's dark eyes flashed, "Are you being punished, Girl?"

Leah shook her head miserably, "No, Sir. Not that I know of. Please! Help me get out of here!"

He shook his head and gave her a grandfatherly smile, "You know I can't do that. I will take off the cast though." When he had the cast off, he took Raymond outside the room, "Let Carlton know that I must speak with him about her condition immediately." 

"You can tell me yourself," Carlton walked up, his hair wet from melting snow. Raymond excused himself.

Dr. Larson turned on Carlton, "I don't know what is going on in that brain of yours boy, but you have been neglecting that slave. She has lost at least ten pounds since I last saw her. She is in agony from need of orgasm, and unless you have a damn good reason for keeping her that way, you are being unreasonably cruel. She's fading. A few more weeks of this and she'll just retreat into her mind for safety. You were not raised to treat slaves like this boy!"

Carlton took a step back. Had he let things get this out of hand?

Leah felt exceptionally nervous waiting for Master. This was only the second time he had seen her dressed, and she wanted him to be pleased. More than that, she realized, she wanted him to find her beautiful, to see her as a woman and not as a slave. The dress Ming had brought her, left little to the imagination, wrapping tightly around her body and lacing up one side, leaving a fair amount of pale skin showing.

The key turned in the lock and she straightened up into the waiting position, holding herself perfectly, feeling her body begin to throb at the thought of him near her. He was stunning in his tuxedo and she stretched her body toward him, wanting to feel him touch her, to smile at her, but there was only coldness in his eyes.

Leah dropped her eyes to the floor. What had she done wrong? He used to smile at her, to spend time with her. Why had he spent so much time with her in the hospital, only to act this way now?

Pain made her gasp and look up to anger in his eyes.

"I do not like having to repeat myself. Stand up."

Leah stood, eyeing the crop and resisting the urge to rub the welt on her thigh.

"Over the chair." His words were like ice.

Silently, Leah bent over the leather chair, feeling the silky mini-dress slide up over her naked skin. He roughly pulled it up the rest of the way. She was almost unprepared for the ten hard strokes of the crop on her upper thighs and ass.

Carlton fought with himself as he looked at the red welts. Damn, he had hit too hard. She was bleeding lightly. He set his jaw resolutely. She was not going to make him loose his control. He would not let her destroy him like this.

He went back to the storeroom and got a black leather arm binder. He had planned to just cuff her, but he needed to control her, to dominate her, to make her feel his control. He laced her into the arm binder, finding a grim satisfaction at her soft cry as he tightened the laces.

He walked around her, inspecting her. She was off-balanced with the arm binders, softened, more yielded to him. Good. He snapped the velvet leash onto her collar and led her from the room.

Leah could hear the party at the top of the stairs. The arm binder made her feel more helpless than the cuffs ever did and she knew the lash marks were vibrantly visible. She couldn't do this. She couldn't be paraded in front of other people like this. But Master kept pulling her forward.

At once they were in the crowd and swallowed by it. People pressed against her and pushed by. Her only security was her Master. He stopped to talk to someone and he pulled on the leash, forcing her to her knees. Gratefully, she knelt, too terrified to do anything else. Time passed in a haze. Several times, Master moved her to another location, each time using the crop sharply to get her to rise.

He had just forced her to her feet again when cool fingers touched her cheek, snapping Leah out of the fog she had let herself drift into.

"Don't tell me Carlton, that you actually like this street urchin look?" Another hand picked at the uneven remnants of hair on Leah's head.

Leah looked up to see a beautiful Chinese woman studying her intently. The look was so deep and predatory that Leah took a step back, making a noise of fear.

"Oohh, she is delightful, Carlton. How long have you had her?" The woman latched a finger under Leah's collar and pulled her close.

"Almost nine months and there has been almost no improvement from the first day. I am ready to throw in the towel." Carlton drained his sixth glass of wine for the night and watched Alexis play with Leah like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Really?" Alexis eyed him with a silky smile as she ran her hand down Leah's body, "Do you remember my little slave Justine? That French girl you were so taken with? I just got her back last week."

Carlton grabbed another glass of wine from a passing servant and downed it quickly. Oh, he remembered Justine. She was amazing, the little pain slut. She never played with his mind like Rabbit.

Alexis leaned over to Leah and kissed away a tear rolling down her face, whispering in her ear, "So sweet, I bet you will taste even sweeter when you are under me."

Leah bolted, jerking hard enough that the leash pulled out of Carlton's hand. Blindly, she pushed through the crowd, only to have hands grab at her and force her down to the ground.

"God damn it, Girl! If you want to get away from me that badly, fine!" Carlton pulled her to her feet, anger sparking from his eyes. 

"Please! Master! I'm Sorry! Please!" Leah babbled frantically, realizing that the crowd was opening a space to watch the scene.

"SILENCE!" he thundered.

Alexis glided over, a willowy brunette in red behind her. Leah caught Alexis's eye and realized what she up to.

"Master! please listen to me--"

Carlton's anger at having his slave disobey him in front of all his guests erupted. He backhanded Leah and spoke in a deadly calm, "You will be silent, slave." Someone handed him a gag. He took it without looking and within moments had gagged Leah. Why had he ever thought she was worth training?

Alexis offered him another glass of wine which he took without thought. "Such a shame to spend so much on a worthless slave. However, I think I have a solution that would work for both of us, Carlton."

Carlton was breathing hard and took a long drink, "What is that?"

"Well," Alexis gave a careless shrug of her shoulder, "I have no current buyer for Justine, and you seem to have a problem slave. I have some contacts that might be interested in someone like her. You get someone more to your tastes, and I get a saleable commodity." Alexis made a signal and Justine came over and kneeled before Carlton, looking up at him in humble adoration.

"Raymond!" Carlton called, his eyes fixed on Justine, remembering her well-trained skills.

Raymond appeared magically, a frown on his face, "Yes, Sir."

"Get Rabbit's papers. She is leaving with Alexis." He reached down and traced Justine's full lips. She kissed the tips of his fingers, her eyes never leaving his.

"Sir," Raymond said rather stiffly, "If I may suggest. Perhaps you would like to wait until morning to make this decision."

"Now, Raymond, or you can leave too." Carlton took another drink of his wine, magically filled in his glass.

Leah lay on the floor, watching and hearing this, tears rolling down her face. This couldn't be happening. Master was selling her? Helpless, she watched Raymond bring back a folder and hand it to Master, who tore his eyes off the brunette bimbo long enough to sign something and hand the folder to the Chinese woman. The Chinese woman handed him a folder in return.

The Chinese woman made a gesture and two well built Chinese men came and picked Leah off the floor. Leah went nuts. The shoes Master had given her to wear that night had spike heels and she put them to good use before they wrestled her to the ground and creatively bound her.

The sounds of the party faded behind them as they carried her outside and put her into the back of a car. Alexis took her time getting out a small leather packet and filling a syringe, letting Leah see it before she gently pushed it into her leg. The fluid burned as it spread.

Alexis removed the gag from Leah, waiting to see if she needed to reapply it. Leah just lay there, the fight gone from her. Master had sold her. The car moved down the driveway and onto the road.

"Kiss my shoe, slave." Alexis ordered, pushing the tip of an elegant pump to Leah's lips.

Dully, Leah pressed her lips to the shoe.

"Carlton called you, Rabbit, didn't he?" she asked.

"Yes..." Leah paused, "Mistress?"

"Good Girl."

Leah could see her tap her chin thoughtfully in the dim light of the car. The drug in the shot was making her woozy. It was hard to focus now.

"I shall call you, Kanin. That is your name now."

Leah struggled to stay conscious, "You can't just take my name away."

Alexis just laughed lightly, "Of course I can. We take everything else. What is a name?"

Leah couldn't fight the drugs anymore and surrendered to them and the darkness. 



Leah's Bondage Ch. 09-10



Carlton rolled over with a pained moan. His head throbbed like nothing before. He staggered out of bed to the bathroom and splashed water on his face. God, how much did he have to drink last night? He downed a handful of aspirin while shaving and then dressed casually. Raymond would have some coffee ready in the office.

Grumbling to himself, he staggered into the office and headed for the coffeepot. He had a vague memory of using Rabbit hard last night. He made a mental note to spend a little extra time tonight with her.

Sipping the coffee and glancing at the level of work that Raymond had already compiled on his desk, Carlton grunted disgustedly. How early did that boy get up anyway? A glance at the clock shocked him. It was past two in the afternoon. A sick feeling grabbed at his stomach that had nothing to do with his hangover. Sitting on his desk was Rabbit's collar. He glanced over at Raymond who met his look with a cold look and then dropped his eyes back to the ledgers.

His heart beating faster, Carlton called up the screen to the slave quarters. Sprawled in the bed was a woman that would make almost any man hard with desire. Carlton felt himself stir at her beauty, but it was overwhelmed at the memory of what he had done last night. Where was Rabbit now? She must be terrified.

She's property. He reminded himself. She was disobedient and troublesome and caused you problems. She's someone else's problem now. Forget her. Justine is better for you. You can enjoy her and not get attached.

He picked up the collar and held it for a moment and then tucked it in a desk drawer and turned to the files on his desk, determined to move on with his life.

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Leah knelt over the plastic basin and vomited a third time. The fingers tangled in her hair, pulled her back up to face her Mistress.

Alexis smiled at her newest slave, "Would you like some water Kanin?"

Leah nodded, "Yes, Please Mistress."

"Everything here is earned, Kanin. Even the water you drink." She gave a short laugh and a flip of her hand, "Except punishment, that is often free. We'll start simple. Lick Miss Dora's shoes and you will get a glass of water."

The fingers let go of her hair, dropping Leah to the tile floor. Feeling, numb, ill and desperate for something to drink, Leah bent over and began to lick the glossy black shoes on the tall, blond woman that stood by her. Alexis did reward her with a tall glass of ice water. She stroked Leah's hair as she drank, filling the glass a second time before taking it away. Lifting Leah's chin, she smiled at her terrified slave, "I will see you at dinner tonight. Miss Dora will explain the training regiment. I expect a good report from you, Kanin." She walked away with the click-click of high heels.

When she was gone, Miss Dora wrapped her fingers in Leah's hair and pulled her down the hall to a locked door, ignoring the cries of pain.

"It works like this Bitch. My sister and I run the training. With you, there are five of you. One of you wins, one of you looses. There are four cots and one box. Whoever finishes the day with the most marks sleeps in the box. The fewest points gets a pillow. Works the same way with dinner. Piss me off and I'll tell Mistress all sorts of tales about you. Got it Bitch?"

"Yes...yes, Miss Dora!" Leah scrambled to keep her footing as Miss Dora tossed her through the doorway into the room. Her bound hands kept her from catching her fall and tumbled into the legs of another woman that looked identical to Miss Dora.

"That's a mark, Kanin," Miss Dora said from the doorway. "A slave always enters unobtrusively."

"Make that two more marks for running into me and for interrupting the lesson," hissed the clone.

"I'm sorry," Leah struggled to her knees, "Please forgive me!"

"A mark for speaking out of turn," Dora said in a bored tone, "And a mark for not speaking in French."

Leah looked around, noticing now the four other women, kneeling at their places, eyes down at their books trying not to be noticed. "But I don't speak French!"

"Mark," Dora smiled maliciously, "All Mistress' slaves speak French. You had better learn it fast."

By the time the women were brought into the dinning room, Leah thought she was going to pass out. She had not been given any food at lunch as a punishment for calling Miss Doreen by her sister's name, Miss Dora. It had been a horrible struggle to try to understand anything that was being said the whole day as commands were fired off in French. Any slowness to react or answer resulted in a single stroke of a whip like cane.

Standing now at inspection before Lady Alexis, Leah caught bits and pieces of the conversation as her several years of university French was quickly coming back to her out of sheer necessity.

It seemed that gypsy looking girl they called Delilah with the lush body had gotten many marks that morning for something, but lessons and training had gone well. Leah wasn't sure if she understood Lady Alexis reply but she thought she had said half food, cold water.

The next girl in line was a petite blond with long ringlets and a childlike face and figure. Miss Dora had called her Bebe. She was reported on and awarded full food, a pastry for something that Leah missed and hot water.

Primrose, the third woman in line was a sweet looking woman that Leah would have thought to seen as a kindergarten teacher in the real world. There was a rapid fire conversation during which the woman dropped her head lower and lower in humiliation until one sister pulled it back up by the hair. Lady Alexis told her she was to have full food and eat it all. The threat of what would happen if this did not happen went beyond Leah's vocabulary, but whatever it was seemed to terrify Primrose. She was given cold water and extra training.

The woman next to Leah had almost no hair on her head at all, just a dark brown fuzz. Of the five of them, they had her arms bound for the inspection. The list of her infractions for the day was long and Lady Alexis did not look pleased. Panther, as Alexis called her, was ordered for no food and cold water.

Still confused Leah tried to stand as perfectly as she could, trying to remember everything Master had taught her. Miss Doreen began to rattle off her report in French, but Lady Alexis held up her hand.

"In English, I think. Kanin should know what she is punished for, I think." She ran her fingernails over some of the welts and smiled at the whimper and shiver that Leah could not hide.

"She received 14 marks during the day. She is slow to answer and respond. She daydreams and stares at the other slaves. Her French is atrocious."

Lady Alexis smiled, "Did she try to speak only French after she was told?"

"Yes, Lady Alexis," Doreen muttered sullenly.

"What a good girl, Kanin. Such an excellent start. A full dinner, a pastry for being a good girl and hot water."

She stepped back and looked at all the slaves, switching back to French, "Eat well my loves. Panther will have the box tonight." She swept out of the room.

Doreen and Dora moved into full action after Alexis left, getting the girls seated as a maid served the dinner. Leah realized that half food meant half a plate and full food meant a full plate. Panther was forced to sit and watch.

After dinner came bath time. The other mystery was solved. Lady Alexis decided at inspection if you were allowed a hot shower or chained and sprayed down with cold water.

The sleeping room was dismal. Four metal cots were arranged around a trunk sized metal box with a lock. Leah was horrified to see the two trainers take Panther and force her into the trunk, folding her into a fetal position and forcing the lid shut and locking the box. 

Bebe moved to the best cot and arranged herself comfortably on it, stretching out her leg for a manacle to be fastened to it. She was given a pillow and a blanket. The other two women demurely took their places on the cots, each getting a blanket and their foot locked to a manacle that was attached to the floor. Numbly, Leah moved to the last cot and curled up on the scratchy canvas. The metal of the manacle snapped around her ankle and she thought she might scream.

When the lights went out, it was solid darkness. She could hear Panther crying in the box. Master! Leah cried silently to herself, Master! Please come get me, Master!

The next day, Leah was shaken awake by one of the twin trainers. Panther was released from the box. They were given buckets of hot water and brushes and directed to scrub their room and the box. Leah noticed that Bebe was somehow exempt from this duty was brought into an outer room to have her hair done.

Primrose sidled up to Leah and whispered, "Where are you from?"

"New York. Where are we?" Leah glanced over her shoulder nervously. She could see Miss Dora smoking while Miss Doreen braided Bebe's hair.

"I don't know. Somewhere in Europe I think. How did she get you?"

Leah felt a catch inside her of fresh pain and tried to blink back the tears, "Master sold me to her."

Primrose gave her an odd look, "You sound like you care for him."

Leah glanced back at the doorway, "I-I don't know. It wasn't like this."

Delilah coughed. Primrose hissed, "Their coming. Be careful of Bebe, she rats on us."

Only the sound of scrubbing brushes was heard when the trainers came back. They inspected the cell, had the girls dump the water and led them to breakfast.

The smell of rich coffee had Leah's nose twitching, but it wasn't served to them. Leah let her mind drift to breakfast's with Master. She remembered how she had hated it at first, but now, the thought of being at his feet was such a comforting thought that she felt like she might break down completely.

Miss Doreen pulled Leah's plate away from her, "Lady Alexis asked you a question, slave. That's two marks."

Leah looked up at Lady Alexis. She had a feeling that whatever she did right now would earn her another mark for being wrong. "Please forgive me, Mistress. I did not understand the question."

Lady Alexis had a black notebook open by her plate and she made a note in it, "I asked if Carlton trained you on how to pleasure a woman."

Leah felt a scream building inside her. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't be real. "No... no, Mistress."

"You will start your training this morning then. I have a couple in Singapore in mind for you. They are very picky and I was quite disappointed when Carlton outbid me my agent at your original sale. We will add a Thai tutor to your afternoon lessons and you will serve at breakfast and dinner to learn those skills." Lady Alexis made a few more notations and then stood. "Ladies, enjoy your day. Kanin, please come with me."

Numbly, Leah rose and followed Lady Alexis. The desire to run beat on her like pounding drums, but she had no idea which way was the way out, let alone where she was. If you got stuck in that box for the night for having the most marks, what would she do to you for trying to escape?

Lady Alexis led her to an elegant bedroom decorated all in black and white. It was a sharp, cold room that somehow fit Alexis. Leah stood very still, watching as Lady Alexis got out some of her toys and arranged them on a bedside table, then removed her dress and lay on the bed.

"Come to me, Kanin," she smiled sweetly, "Let me teach you how to pleasure a woman."

Nervously, Leah stepped closer, her mind whirling with wild possibilities. She might only get one chance at this and she would have to make it count., "Please, Mistress, I am very scared." That was the truth. "May I massage your back first? To get to know your beautiful body?" 

Lady Alexis smiled again, "No wonder Carlton was so enamored with you. Yes, slave. You may. There is oil on the table." She rolled over on her stomach.

Leah didn't have to fake her shaking hands as she poured out a bit of oil and began to rub it into the boney back of her Mistress. She rubbed it in with long, deep strokes; taking her time to relax the muscle groups. After twenty minutes, Lady Alexis seemed half asleep. Leah, kept rubbing with one hand and reached over to the table with the other and slowly picked up the metal cuffs.

As fast as she could, she slapped them on Lady Alexis, straddling her and pushing her face down into the pillow to muffle her scream. Leah's fingers scrambled for the gag. Alexis was able to get a good scream out before Leah forced the ball into her mouth and buckled it shut.

Shaking, Leah got off the bed, falling twice in her hurry to get across the room to the opposite door. The door led into what looked like a regular house. Leah ran back and grabbed a dress from the closet and pulled it over her head as she tried to slide her feet into some mules. In the hallway of the house, she found a purse. She opened it and grabbed the paper money she found and car keys.

The blood pounding in her ears, she stumbled down the hall toward the front door. She heard someone behind her -- a shout. Leah fumbled with the lock and pulled open the door. 

For a moment it was perfectly framed there. The wind blew in a flurry of snow from the front steps, but the rest of the world was white from recent snow, glowing in morning sun. It looked like the world had been etched in gold.

Pain. Sharp, electric, searing pain jolted through Leah's body making her dance like a puppet on a string. She half turned to see Miss Dora standing in the hallway, holding a box with wires extending out to her -- into her. And then she collapsed.

Miss Dora gave the tazer an extra jolt just to be sure and approached the unconscious form carefully. She was impressed. They had never had a slave make it all the way to the front door before. Poor girl, she stroked Leah's cheek, Lady Alexis was going to be might pissed.

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Carlton fingered the rabbit charm on the collar thoughtfully and then dialed Alexis private number. It rang several times before she picked up.

"Oui?"

Carlton slipped into his flawless French, "Alexis, just calling to let you know how wonderfully Justine is working out."

"I am so glad for you," She purred over the phone, "You know my policy about brush up sessions for any of my girls."

"Of course," he frowned looking at the collar, "I did have some things I wanted to pass on to you, about Rabbit."

"Oh?" curiosity laced the single word.

"Yes, I did not get time to put the notes in her folder. You know how it is. Anyway, she has a deep fright of being locked in small dark places. A trauma level fright. I would not use it as a punishment."

Lady Alexis looked down at the tightly bound and gagged figure on the floor at her feet as she listened to Carlton explain about the attack. This did change things. She needed to break the girl, not destroy her mind. 

"I am so glad that you called to tell me this," she stroked Leah's thigh with her bare foot. "Yes, she is settling in much as one could expect. The transition will be rough, but she will adapt. I already have some buyers interested in her. Canadians." 

Carlton felt his heart drop. He had been secretly hoping that Alexis would be fed up with Rabbit and would want to sell her back. Pride kept him from saying more. He thanked her and hung up. What was the worst that could be happening to Rabbit anyway? She knew better than to curse or try to runaway. She was fairly obedient. Alexis' demands of education and skill training would keep her on edge and increase her value, he told himself. She was probably suffering no more than some extra cane marks for forgetting a verb conjugation.

Alexis nodded to Dora, "Take her downstairs. I will be down later to discuss punishment." 

Dora hauled Leah up and half-carried her out of the room, stopping at the door when Lady Alexis seemingly off-handedly added something in Chinese. Dora laughed.

Leah tried to keep herself calm as she was brought down into the training rooms. The other girls watched from where they were as Dora dropped her on the ground like a sack of potatoes. Please, God, she began to pray, please just let them kill me, please.

"You stupid little bitch," Doreen laughed giving her a kick. "Do you know what we do to little slaves that try to run away? I bet you don't. First, we give you a special jacket to wear." 

Leah bit into the gag as Doreen cut away the ropes carelessly, cutting her skin several times. Her circulation gone in her arms, Leah flopped uselessly on the cold cement for several minutes before Dora yanked her up by her hair and forced her arms into long rough canvas sleeves. The sleeves were pulled around and locked in the back. Dazed, Leah realized they had trussed her up in a straightjacket. She could feel the sharp edge of panic pushing at her. Her feet still bound tightly, Leah was helpless as she watched the two of them drag over a large metal box. It was bigger than the one in the sleeping cell. A person would be able to shift position slightly in this one.

"How long did the last girl spend in here that tried to run away?" Dora asked Doreen as they unlocked the lid.

"Three. Long. Weeks." Doreen savored the raw fear in Leah's eyes. Fear was good, but she wanted tears. "Get the clippers, Sis. We don't want this bitch going in there with any bugs in her hair."

The other girls gasped. Leah shook her head, pleading with muffled noises. The clippers buzzed and between the two trainers, it was only a matter of minutes before the remains of her dark red curls littered the floor. Together they lifted Leah up and put her in the box. Dora leaned in and removed the gag.

"There's a water tube in the corner. Be a good girl now."

Lying on her side, tears rolling down her face, Leah watched the lid lowered and heard the bolts fasten. Calm. She must remain calm. Her eyes searched for light -- any light, just something to hold onto. It was dark, so dark. Stay calm. She thought she felt something run over her skin. She twisted frantically and lost control. She began to scream.

Chapter 10

Trapped in the darkness with only the workings of her worst terrors and imaginations, Leah begged and pleaded and cried for help. The sum of the past months caught up with her and pressed in on her, ripping the air from her lungs. In time, when she felt something crawl over her and she tried to scream, there was no sound. Panic rolled through her in fresh waves as she tried to make some noise, but there was only the sound of her ragged breathing and the stink of her fear.

"Master!" her mind screamed, "Master! Please come get me!" In all the world, the only thing she wanted right now, was to have this box open and have his hands pull her out, to have him hold her and whisper to her that it would be all right.

Like ice water, the thought spread and chilled her panic into trembling fear. She struggled to understand this. Why not want the police to open the box? Why not wish to be back at her life before all of this? Why him? Why him after what he had done to her? No, it couldn't be. She refused to believe it. She loved him.

The pain of the realization was almost more than she could take. She loved him, and he had sold her. Would he want her back if he knew? She had to find some way to tell him. A plan began to form in her mind. If she failed in this, there was no telling what Alexis would do to her. But first she had to survive this hell. She let her mind send her to an evening with Master, yes, that would be good...in front of the fireplace. He would have picked out the menu for dinner. Her breathing began to steady.

Lady Alexis had waited nearly six hours. By their accounts, Dora and Doreen had reported that the girl's screams had subsided some time ago, but she could still be heard crying off and on. This whole approach went against all her previous methods of training girls, but no one ever said that she was not one to try new ideas. She nodded for her trainers to open the box.




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Alexis hissed when a small gray mouse jumped out of the box and ran for cover. She had warned the trainers not to put anything in the boxes with the girls. She was even more upset when she saw what they had done to Kanin's hair.

"I did not give orders for this," she snapped in Mandarin. "I will decide a suitable punishment later." Switching to English she pulled Leah from the box and halfway onto her lap as she sat on the floor, "You poor girl! I did not know you were in here. I did not give orders for this. Miss Dora and Miss Doreen shall be punished most severely. You poor girl! You must have been so frightened!"

Leah blinked in the light, her mind confused to the sudden kindness. It felt so good to be able to breathe fresh air. She could not help but respond to the petting strokes. Tears rolled down her face as Alexis removed the straightjacket. She barked orders at Dora and Doreen and soon was gently bathing Alexis in hot water.

"You are much too special girl, I think, to sell. You only ran because you were scared," Alexis purred as she had Dora lather up Leah's body. Carlton had not been exaggerating when he said the girl had trauma, she had not stopped shaking since she was taken out of the box. "I will keep you as my personal slave. You will not have to train down here with the other girls. You would like that wouldn't you?"

Not to be sold? It would keep her that much closer to Master, Leah thought. It would help her plan. She tried to look gratefully and speak, but nothing came out. Her fear was not faked.

Alexis kissed her tenderly, "Poor thing lost your voice. You must have been so terrified to scream like that. Here, let me dry you off. Doreen, get a uniform and a scarf from the linen closet. Kanin, dear, you can just communicate with me by nodding your head."

Leah barely listened to her prattle as her mind tried to figure out what Alexis was up to. She realized that the gentle Mistress routine was to manipulate her into bonding with Alexis. It was hard not to respond to it, to be grateful for the simple kindnesses after all the cruelty. She had to make Alexis think that she had broken in the box.

In a short time, Alexis had Leah dressed in a shapeless black dress with a white collar and cuffs. A black scarf was tied over her bald head in such a way that it disguised her lack of hair rather nicely. The final touch was a red lacquer collar with a gold and black dragon painted on it. Leah wanted to cry as it was locked around her neck. She wondered if Master had even kept her collar with the rabbit charm.

Meekly, she followed Alexis out of the training rooms, even as she heard one of the other girls crying out in pain. She didn't care how long it took, but she would she this woman destroyed.

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Leah woke in the darkness as she did multiple times a night a looked at the clock. It was 5 am and time for her to start her day. Silently, she stood and folded up the blanket that Mistress had allowed her to use last night and put it away. She slipped silently from the room to the servant's wing and quickly showered and dressed in a clean uniform and wrapped her head.

The next step was to prepare the big coffee urn and get the breakfast things set out for the staff. The newspaper had to be fetched and the tray for Mistress arranged. By this time the cook had wandered into the kitchen. Leah stayed out of the way until the breakfast tray was ready and then carried it back to Mistress' room.

Waking up Alexis was the part she hated the most. She set the tray on a table and then crawled into the bed next to Alexis. Pushing back her disgust, Alexis began to gently kiss and lick the woman, increasing her attentions until the slaver arched on the bed in a breathy orgasm.

"Such a good little Slave," Alexis purred as she slid out of the bed, and let Leah help her on with a silk robe. She was amazed at how well the girl had taken to her role as a personal slave. Carlton had really missed her potential when he wanted to use her as a sex slave.

Alexis buttered her perfectly toasted bread and watched Leah as she moved efficiently around the room. She knew that Leah disliked giving her oral pleasure, which is what made it especially delightfully for her. Still, despite the girl's misgivings, she had a natural skill for it. She would have to have Leah demonstrate it today when Carlton came over for tea this afternoon. She was so looking forward to this meeting. Her sources said that the man was pinning for his lost slave. The damn man could waste into a toothpick for all she cared. He had destroyed enough of her business deals over the years that having something that he wanted, was pure pleasure in itself. She just needed to be sure that Leah was readied for it.

"Kanin, dear, come here." Alexis ordered, picking up her tea cup and sipping it. It was a little cold. She would have to talk to the cook. She watched Kanin set down the towels, come over and kneel in front of her so very gracefully. She really was a pleasure to watch. She liked how nicely the girl kept her eyes down at all times and her silence was a nice break from the continual yes Lady Alexis, no, Lady Alexis.

"Kanin, do you trust me to take care of you?" Alexis reached out and gently touched Leah's cheek.

Schooling her face into a trusting puzzlement, Leah nodded. What was the witch up to today?

"Your former Master is coming to tea today, and I wanted to give you warning," Alexis mistook Leah's widening eyes for fear, "I'll be with you the whole time, but you must trust that whatever I ask of you has its purpose. He treated you horribly, dear, and I have heard through acquaintances that he is willing to tell any lie to get you back."

Leah could not stop from trembling. Master was going to be here - today! She had to use the opportunity somehow, but how? Her throat was still so damaged that she could barely whisper. Could she pass him a note?

"I have hesitated to let you hear this, my dear. I didn't want to make things any harder than they have been, but under the circumstances, I think you need to hear it." Alexis put down the tea cup and rose, gliding across the room to a desk. From a drawer she took a small tape recorder. "This could be shocking, Kanin."

There was some static and then there were two voices. Leah instantly recognized the one voice as Master.

"Yes, I'll show her to you when you come over tonight. If our deal goes well, I'll let you give her a try."

"You know I am not eager to deal with you, Carlton," the other voice spoke and Leah frowned at the familiarity of it, "But your offer is compelling. Was she really worth all that money?"

"I don't squander my money, Bruger, and I don't often invite others to use my property, but I know you are in the market. I think after sliding in yourself, you will understand -" Alexis snapped off the tape.

"The rest is just far to degrading for you to hear. Bruger did not just randomly attack you that night; Carlton arranged for Bruger to have the opportunity." Alexis smiled sweetly at Leah, "When I found out about this information, I began to plan how I could get you from him to protect you."

The anger flashed in Leah's eyes. This woman was a manipulative, lying snake in the grass. Master would never have done that. That conversation could have been about a car. She had to control herself. She had to.

Alexis drew her close and kissed away a tear that had escaped and rolled silently down Leah's face. The tape had worked. Kanin was furious with Carlton. This was going to be a delightful day. She would have to have some rewards for the other slaves tonight to celebrate her good mood.

At two o'clock Leah pushed the tea cart into the front room. Through the wide window, she could see the outside world. It was snowing. It seemed very surreal. Alexis was chattering in French about a training method she was using quite successfully. Leah could feel his eyes on her the second she entered the room. She didn't dare look up. Remember the detailed instructions from the books she was made to study during the morning hours, Leah served the tea and pastries and then knelt by Mistress' chair. 

"Beautifully done, Rabbit," his voice had a catch to it and she fought with herself to keep from looking up at him. "I will cut to the chase, Alexis. I want to buy her back."

Leah felt like her heart had stopped. Please, oh God, please!

Alexis gave a trilling laugh, "She is not for sale, Carlton. I don't know what I ever did before I got her. Besides, I would never sell a slave to someone they did not want to go with - you understand."

Carlton looked like a knife had been pushed into him, "Of course."

"Kanin," Alexis lifted Leah's chin, "Do you want me to sell you to him?"

If she could have spoken, she would have shouted yes, but instead she silently shook her head no, knowing that to do anything else right now could be very dangerous. He had the note she passed him. He would understand the note.

Carlton put down the china teacup so hard that it cracked, but he did not notice. He could barely contain his rage. What had this woman done to his Rabbit? He could read the lie in her eyes and in the line of her body.

"Look at me, Rabbit," he said in his most commanding tone. "Tell me to my face that you want to stay with her."

Instinctively, Leah looked at him. He was so close. She ached to reach out and touch him, to cling to him, to tell him that she loved him. Her lips parted, but there was nothing.

"Leah!" Carlton demanded, "Answer me! Do you really want to stay here?"

Leah was about to shake her head no and throw herself at Master when she felt Alexis' hand on her shoulder like a lead weight.

"Just say the word, Kanin, and I'll box you right up for him. No hard feelings." Her words were playful and light, but the pressure of her fingers were another thing.

Leah felt the blood drain from her face as she too eagerly nodded that she wanted to stay. The box? Did Mistress mean that she was going to the box? Had she done something wrong?

Carlton crumpled the decorative paper napkin in his hand. He couldn't leave Rabbit here. The girl was terrified. "Alexis, I'll give you three times her selling price. You and I both know you never worried about a slave's desires."

Alexis smiled. "Very tempting, Carlton, but I am not tired of her yet. Maybe then. Kanin, dear. Go down to the training room and wait for me there."

Carlton watched in pained horror as his dear Rabbit rose to her feet, cast a look of longing at him and then lowered her eyes in defeat as she left the room. He left a few minutes later, the paper napkin still crumpled unnoticed in his hand. It was swept up later by the chauffer, the note written on it, never read.

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Alexis sat at her computer swearing at it in several languages. It was necessary to have one these days, but it seemed to be out to get her. Why couldn't she find that file?

"Mistress?" a soft voice to her right whispered timidly.

"What?" she snapped turning to look down at Leah kneeling at the floor waiting patiently for Alexis next order. It was the first time the girl had spoken to her. Her second visit to the box had made her even more tractable and eager to please.

"If it please you, Mistress," Leah kept her eyes down on the carpet not daring to even lift her head, "this slave has skill with computers."

Alexis' eyes narrowed thoughtfully. She really did need some help. She could have Dora chain her to the desk. If she didn't get her workload done, it would give her another excuse to punish the girl. It was so fun to watch her struggling to meet unrealistic standards of perfection already.

"Good. I will have you do all the computer work. Of course, you will be punished for not telling me of this skill earlier. I think a session with the cane will help you remember that your duty is to me." She scrawled a note and handed it to Leah, "Take this to Miss Doreen. I should have your desk set up when you are back."

An hour later, when Leah came back up, she sat gingerly at a small desk and began to work silently on the written list of tasks. As the days passed Alexis became more comfortable with Leah working in the office on her day-to-day business. She found it hard to find fault with the girls work or attitude. She made no effort to communicate with Carlton when he came unannounced to the office, offering an even more elaborate sum of money. Her pleasure at turning him down was so great that she gave all the girls chocolate that night. She knew that Carlton was getting more and more desperate as the 60 day mark approached and the final sale papers would be sent over. At that time, Alexis would be free to re-sell Leah, making it even harder for Carlton to get her back. She would probably keep the girl. She was becoming rather valuable property.

"I am going downstairs, Kanin." Alexis took a training whip from the umbrella stand and swished it through the air a few times.

Leah kept her eyes down and worked steadily on the sale papers for Panther as she listened to Mistress' shoes clack down the hall. She was just about to explore the files for something to help her plan when she was startled by an instant message from a RAY78 asking Alexis for when they could expect Justine's papers.

Leah blinked and then typed, "One moment please while I get Mistress. This is Kanin her assistant."

"Leah?" the word typed back in a flash, "This is Raymond. Are you okay?"

Leah glanced up at the door nervously and typed back, "Raymond? Please, get me out of here! She won't sell me back to Master. I can't escape. You have to help me!"

Raymond sat at his desk, his mind spinning furiously. What could he do from here? His eyes fell down to the papers on his desk and a thought began to form. A wicked devious, evil thought.

"Do you have access to Alexis' financial information?" he typed.

Leah frowned and did a quick search. She closed her eyes and prayed a quick prayer of thanksgiving for predictability and financial organization programs.

"Yes. She has it all here." Leah typed back.

"Give me account numbers and bank names," Raymond typed. He turned to where Ming was working and whispered, "Get a pen and paper and take these down." As the numbers came over the screen he dictated them to Ming. He realized the risk that Leah was taking.

"Leah," he typed when she was done, "I can't tell you how I am going to do this, because it is better for you not to know. But I will find a way to make her sell you, and I promise that I will be there to buy you and I will free you. You have my word on it. Now clear the memory of this conversation and get Alexis. Be brave."

Leah carefully removed the conversation log from the memory, schooled her expression and went to find Alexis. She felt the flame of hope inside of her and it warmed her. It made the pain of her earlier canning and the hundreds of little torments during the day that much easier to bear.

The first indication that something was wrong was two days later. Leah was at her desk struggling to stay awake and balance the bank statement that had just arrived in the mail. It was a new job and Leah had struggled through months of ones that had been left unopened. Alexis had been upset the night before and had tied Leah up for the night so uncomfortably that she had barely slept. Some fracas in the kitchen had made breakfast late and Leah had not been able to eat.

Tired and hungry, she wasn't sure if she had done the numbers wrong or not. She redid them three times and three times it came up the same. Alexis was going to blow a gasket.

"What are you fretting about over there, Kanin?" Alexis' sharp eyes hadn't missed her nervous movements.

Leah kept her eyes on the statement, "There is a problem with the bank statement, Mistress."

"What kind of problem?" Alexis stood and walked over, much like a big cat stalking its prey.

"Your primary account is short, Mistress. I have redone the figures several times." Leah held very still. She had found that being very still and keeping her eyes down at all times was a good technique.

Alexis sighed and grabbed the statement, "You stupid, Cunt! I ask you to do a simple thing and you can't even..." her words trailed off in disbelief. "One hundred thousand American dollars? One hundred thousand American dollars! Get the bank on the phone!"

Leah dialed the number and transferred the line to Alexis's desk. She wasn't able to follow the furious pace of screaming French, but it ended with Alexis slamming down the phone and then throwing the whole thing across the room. An hour later a pair of very nervous men appeared from the bank with a briefcase of papers. A freshly starched white apron around her uniform, Leah calmly served tea and pastries while the men stuttered out how a series of monetary transfers had been made from the main account to an offshore account in the name of a Dora Leclerc. They admired how cleverly it had been done, making it look like regular business expenses. Was Miss Alexis in the habit of going over her monthly statements? No? Ah? The culprit must have been aware of that. Did Miss Alexis want the police to be called?

Alexis shook her head, "No, I just want my money back. I will deal with Dora."

"But Miss Alexis," the one man looked at the other with pure panic, "The money in the other account - it is gone. It was transferred to a numbered account and from there we lost it."

Leah fought to keep the smile off her face. She knew that was over half the solvent funds of Alexis.

Alexis escorted the bankers to the door and then stood against it for the longest time, her eyes blazing with fury. Leah took deep calming breaths as she cleared up the tea cups and plates.

"I will be downstairs," She finally said, each word cold with ice.

Leah did not see Alexis the rest of the morning. When she went into the dinning room to serve lunch, Alexis was sitting in her usual spot, a cold look on her face. A very nervous Miss Doreen watched over the slaves. Leah was surprised to see a new slave, heavily beaten, her head shaved and her mouth gagged. She did a double take, unable to hide her shock as she realized that Miss Dora was now a slave.

Leah heard nothing more from Raymond over the next few days. She worked very hard at making sure that everything for Alexis was perfect. Still, Alexis was scrambling to keep the cash flow going. Then, one of Alexis' investment advisors showed up unannounced.

Leah was proofing the final draft of Justine's papers at her desk as the advisor sat across from Alexis and grimly explained to her that major investment was doing quite poorly. In fact, he was very sorry to report, that in the last week, it had lost 75%. Alexis voice was chilly with anger as she demanded to know how that had happened so suddenly. The advisor explained that Alexis had sunk most of her funds into one company and that company had gone out of business rather suddenly. She managed to contain her anger until he had left. Then she began to throw things.

"Kanin," Alexis finally managed to speak, "Make reservations in Paris at one of the finest hotels. Contact Luis and let him know that I have two slaves to sell immediately. Then pack my bags."

Alexis sat at her desk trying to figure out how this had happened. Almost three-fourths of her net worth was gone in less than a week. She could recoup some by selling off slaves early, but this could destroy her. She watched Kanin calmly making the reservations and narrowed her eyes. Could Carlton be behind this? No, he was far too up front about his manipulations-- this was not his way. Even so, she would hold onto Kanin until the very last. She war really turning out to be quite valuable. Alexis's eyes caught the nervous flicker of Kanin's eyes up to her.

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Kanin kept her eyes down, "Mistress, the hotel will not take your reservation."

"Why the hell not?" Alexis rose from her chair, watching the girl pale.

"They say that your credit cards have been denied." Leah almost whispered back. For a moment, she thought Alexis was going to have a stroke.

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Leah left, unable to hide the smile on her face. Raymond's plan was working perfectly. She would be free. She would be.

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Raymond slid his hand over Ming's smooth skin and felt her tremble beneath his touch. She was so beautiful, her body straining against the white ropes, her eyes slightly glazed with the haze of several orgasms. He leaned in and licked her hard nipple just to hear her moan. She pushed her body toward him.

"Please, more!" she begged breathily.

"So hungry," he smiled, "And to think a few weeks ago you weren't sure about pleasure and sex."

She gave him a glowing smile, "You have made me sure, but now you torture me with the pleasure."

He walked behind her and pushed her long hair off her neck and nipped at the skin there, knowing how sensitive she was there, making her dance in the suspension. "Perhaps I should be questioning you under the torture. What would you like to tell me to make me stop?" he teased.

Ming twisted in the bonds playfully, "I will never tell! You will just have to torture me."

Raymond circled around her again with a wicked and determined look on his face, "I guess that is what I will have to do then."

In the shadows of the dungeon, Carlton turned and left the pain in his chest almost too much to stand. Raymond and Ming had the relationship that he had wanted for himself and Rabbit. What did Raymond do that was so different than him? Why hadn't Rabbit blossomed to him like that? And worst of all, how could he stand not having her?

She was all he thought of during the day and night. He made elaborate plans to rescue her, calling the major over and over until he was told to just accept the fact that she was gone. He took one last look back over his shoulder at Raymond and Ming, their playful banter and deep affection. If only he could have another chance.



Leah's Bondage Ch. 11-12



Chapter 11

The mood at Alexis’ house was one of fear. Most of the staff had been fired. Buyers had been brought in for all of the girls except for Beebe, Primrose and Dora. Leah had discovered that Beebe was not really being trained for sale, but was actually being boarded by her Master. Primrose was spoken for, but was still learning the skill sets required by her Master-to-be before final purchase. Leah realized that left herself and Dora as the only sellable slaves left, or in other words, Alexis total net worth.

When the bank called to inform Alexis that the check for her mortgage payment was returned for insufficient funds, Leah realized that things were coming to a head. When she saw the maid usher the men into the office, Leah felt her skin crawl. There was something about them, that despite their hand tailored suits and Italian shoes, screamed that they had crawled up from the gutter.

She tried to calmly work on the file she was assigned to while Alexis greeted them. Be still, she thought, be very still and they won't see you. They opened a briefcase filled with currency and Alexis smiled. Leah felt a shiver of coldness go through her. She had not heard of slaves being sold for cash before. Usually the money was moved by wire transfer.

She was distracted by the instant message screen from Raymond appearing on her computer.

"Is Ms Alexis available?"

"She is currently with buyers, a Mr. Peter Monroe," she typed back.

"Who is he buying?" the reply came back quickly.
"I don't know." Leah responded, "Why?"

At the other end Raymond tried not to panic. Monroe was a notorious dirt bag. Girls that he got often never reappeared. Alexis must be more desperate than he had thought. If Monroe got his hands on Leah, he might never be able to find her again. What could he do?

"I think he is here for Dora. Alexis enslaved her for embezzlement." the words appeared on his screen allowing him to breathe again.

Leah tried not to watch as Dora took one look at Monroe and lost all control. She threw herself at Alexis’ feet and begged with her to keep her and not to sell her to him. Her terror was so strong that Leah could taste it. This man must be a true monster if Dora was this afraid of him.
Monroe's helpers restrained Dora and deposited her at his feet. He toyed with her with his foot watching her try to curl back in fear to his amusement.

"She will be delightful, Alexis. Thank you for thinking of me. Of course, you didn't tell me that she is part of a matched pair." he eyed Doreen hungrily.

Doreen held her head up proudly, "I am not a slave, Sir. I am a trainer."

"How much if I throw her in also?" Alexis asked with interest.

Doreen gasped and looked at Alexis in shock, "I have worked for you all these years with loyalty and you would dare to think to --"

One of Monroe's goons wrestled Doreen to the ground, binding and gagging her with an ease that frightened Leah to her core. Alexis looked up and caught Leah's eyes and the looks she gave her made her want to scream in fear.

Leah dropped her eyes back to her work, but could not control her trembling.  She heard Alexis laugh evilly then go back to talking to Monroe.

"Raymond! Get me out of here! She just had the trainer enslaved and sold to this guy. Help me!" Leah managed to type the frantic words calmly.

"I will have you out by tomorrow night, I promise."

Leah cut the connection and cleared the history and was quietly working on the file when Alexis walked over. She did not stop working as Alexis put the cash into a safe and then leaned over Leah's shoulder to whisper in her ear.

"Don't think I won't sell you to the lions when I need to. I have someone planned for you that will make me look like a walk in the park, Princess."

By evening, Leah's nerves were shot. Alexis had driven her hard the whole day, even taking her hard as she could with a strap-on. As she served dinner, a crash in the kitchen caused Leah to jerk her hand as she was pouring wine and splashing Alexis.

Alexis backhanded her hard enough to knock Leah into the wall. Without a trainer to do her bidding, Alexis dragged the dazed Leah to the training room herself, grabbing a cane and beating Leah until her initial anger had passed. Realizing now that selling Doreen was a mistake, Alexis had Beebe and Primrose get out the punishment box.

When Leah saw it, she began to plead and beg for forgiveness. She tried everything she had learned over the time she had been there, but the lid closed over her and locked leaving her in the confining, terrifying darkness.


Disguised as a thug, Raymond sauntered into Alexis’ house unannounced with Vincent and several of his buddies. He was pulling in every favor he was owed and some he wasn't to pull this off. He wished he had a camera for the expression on Alexis' face when she saw Vincent.
Raymond knew that the money she had gotten the day before for the sale of Dora and Doreen had gone to pay the bank and other overdue bills. She would not have the money to cover this, and that is what he was counting on.

"So, Alexis. Mr. Perez hasn't heard from you in some time," Vincent remarked in his quiet, off-handed manner, "He's concerned and sent me to see how things were."

Alexis' face looked brittle, "Vincent, what a -- surprise. I have been sending Mr. Perez regular correspondence, I assure you."

Vincent picked up a vase that had somehow survived Alexis' recent temper tantrums and studied it, "Funny that, because he hasn't received them. You should really use certified mail for the important deliveries."

"I don't - that is - am not prepared at this moment to make an extra payment. If you could give me an extra day or two, I am sure we could get this settled to both our benefits." Raymond could see sweat on her forehead.

"That's no problem. We'll just take some stuff now and save you the problem. Mr. Perez authorized me to collect on his behalf.  Boys, go see what you can find while I keep the lady company."

Raymond frantically searched the rooms for signs of Leah. He felt a wave of disgust when he entered the training rooms. There was something evil about this place. In a barred cell, a naked woman crouched fearfully, whimpering as he entered the room. Another one, with the deliberate appearance of a child gave him a sultry look.

"Where's Leah?" He demanded.

The sultry one laughed, “You just missed her.  Mistress sold her off this morning.”

Raymond felt his heart sink.  He was too late.


Carlton swirled the bourbon in the glass despondently as his other fingers played with the length of chain and rabbit charm. He had lost her. Alexis has sold off all her slaves and he had not been able to find where Leah had gone. The pain in his heart ate at him with hopelessness and despair.  Ever since Raymond had returned and told him what had happened, he had retreated, no longer caring about anything, except for Leah.

The light of the study flickered on and Carlton turned red-rimmed eyes to see Raymond and Ming standing in the doorway looking a bit shocked. He must look like hell. He drank more bourbon.
"How was your vacation?" he inquired, not really caring.

Ming moved to the coffee pot and started making coffee. Raymond looked at Carlton, unshaved, rumpled and in despair. 

"Quite nice, Sir. Saw some old friends. Ming and I spent quite a bit of time in London. Shall I collect the papers on your desk?"

Carlton shrugged, "It doesn't matter, Raymond. I have lost the only thing that ever really mattered. What does it matter if I acquire another company?"

Raymond started to collect the papers, "Lost things often reappear in time, Sir. You will want to be ready when that happens. Why don't you go upstairs and get some rest.  We will find her. It is a small world of slave owners.  She has to surface at some point."

Numbly, Carlton downed the rest of his drink and staggered from the study clutching the collar.


 	Quietly, Leah entered the room with the heavy tray, trying her best to be silent and invisible.  Her owners were death on silence from their slaves.  She had managed to go almost a week now without a punishment for noise and she wanted to keep it that way.  Carefully she began to arrange the plates and utensils on the table for dinner party.  Leah had spent some time studying the large book in the study to get the table setting right, but she just knew the Madam Daw would find some flaw in it.  She found flaw in everything Leah did.

The past nine months had been one of constant struggle for Leah.  Master Kiet was demanding of her use, creative with his tortures and seldom allowed her the pleasure of an orgasm, preferring to see her beg for relief.  Leah thought that he rather enjoyed keeping her so on edge that she actually had trouble concentrating on tasks, giving his wife, Madam Daw excuse to punish her even more creatively.  Together, they created a vicious circle.

Despair hung on Leah.  Madam Daw had been gone most of the week, giving her the reprieve to let her wounds heal.  But she had returned only a few hours ago.  It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Madam Daw hated her; hated that her husband preferred sex with the white slave than with her.

For a brief second, Leah glanced out the window to the expansive lawn and the thick security wall that ringed the property.  She hadn’t even been recovered from the drugs they had used to transport when Master Kiet had dragged her by her hair out to the wall.  Within five feet of the wall, the pain began, at two feet she was begging for him to stop.  What looked like a wide, decorative metal anklet kept her prisoner.  A key fob held by her owners could administer a painful shock at anytime they pleased.

“Daydreaming, Sunee?”

Leah jumped guiltily at the sound of her new name and bowed immediately toward the thickly accented voice of Madam Daw.  Denying it would only bring more pain, “Yes, Madam. I am sorry, Madam.”  Her still damaged voice was barely a whisper.

There was a long silence as Madam Daw walked around the table.  Lean did not move from her bow.  She knew better than to move until told to do so.

“An interesting choice of table setting, slave.  Very American.  So casual.  I would think by now you might understand that we do things more formally here.”

Leah did not answer.  There was nothing to say that would help her.  She knew Madam just wanted to hurt her.  Maybe the stores in Bangkok didn’t have the shoes she wanted or the dress she had ordered to be made for her was too tight.  She felt a tear fall from her eye and cursed the tell-tale sign of weakness.

“What are you crying for, Sunee?” Madam Daw pulled Leah’s head up by the short curls, while forcing her down to her knees at the same time, “Your feeling hurt?  You want me to hold you and tell you how special you are?”

“No—“ Leah breathed desperately, “Please forgive this slave, Madam, I beg you!”

Madam Daw narrowed her eyes, “You are no good slave girl, Sunee.  Talk back to me all the time.  You stomp around the house on big, noisy feet.  You don’t even bow properly, after all my instruction to you.  You need to learn humility.  I think some time outside help you learn better.”

“Please, Madam! Please, No!” Leah tried not to struggle as Madam Daw pulled her out the French doors and across the thick green lawn.  She was much stronger than her small frame would have indicated.

Madam Daw barked some commands in Thai at the gardener, who came at a run to help.  Leah tried to hold back the whimpers of pain as they drew closer to the wall and the anklet went from a tingling sensation to discomfort to sharp pain.  Just short of where Leah thought she would start screaming, Madam Daw pushed her against a wooden post.  The gardener quickly bound her hands behind her back by tying her thumbs together.
A thinner rope was used to tie her big toes together, forcing her feet close together, making it very hard to Leah to keep her balance.  The rest of the length of rope was brought up around her neck, forcing her into an uncomfortable bowing position from the waist.  The gardener added a second rope that attached to the post and also came around her neck.

Leah realized almost immediately the torture of the bondage.  She had to hold the position just so or she would loose her balance.  If she bent her knees too much to get relief, the rope around her neck began to choke her.  The one to her toes kept her from standing up any for relief.  Added to this, the constant, burning pain from the anklet, Leah had tears rolling down her face within a few minutes.

Madam Daw pulled on Leah’s short curls, forcing her head up to look into her eyes, “I’ll be back after dinner to see if you are more humble in attitude.  I suggest you use your time to think of something suitable to say… in Thai.”

Time became an endless misery.  She could only measure it in spaces of balance and choking, struggle to keep in that one perfect position that caused the least amount of pain and her struggle against muscle cramps and the inevitable need to shift.  Slowly the afternoon sun faded into dusk and with that came the mosquitoes.

Leah could do nothing against this new torment, but close her eyes and shake her head.  It did little to deter their feasting.  Even though she knew it would probably bring more torment, she was grateful to hear the soft sound of footsteps in the grass.  Madam had brought the dinner guests for some after-dinner entertainment.

“As you can see,” Madame Daw was saying, “I am doing my best to teach the newest slave some humility.  Let us see what she has learned. Sunee, do you have something you wish to say to me?”

In halting, whispered Thai Leah began to beg for forgiveness, proclaiming herself unworthy of even breathing in the presence of Madam.

“What do you think, Mr. Dalby? Is her heart sincere?”

“I would think so.”

Leah’s heart almost stopped at the sound of Carlton’s voice.  She didn’t care what Madam Daw did to her next, she strained against the ropes to look up at him and switched to English.
“Please, don’t leave me here. Please, I beg of you.  I will be everything you want and more.  Please, have mercy on me!”

Unaware that Leah was talking to Carlton, Madame Daw smiled at the fervency of Leah’s words, “I will forgive your English since your Thai is so horrible.  But you are a worthless slave.  Chen, cut her down.”

Leah fell to the ground, her muscles screaming in protest.  The gardener’s rough hands removed the ropes and pulled her to her feet again.

“I have an idea,” Carlton said in an offhand way.  “We could have a game of cards with this slave as the prize for the night.”

Madam Daw narrowed her eyes, “You find her interesting?”

None too gently, Carlton used her hair as a leverage tool to put Leah on her knees in front of him to study her, “There is something about her I find intriguing.  You say her name is Sunee?  Has she been trained for pleasure?”

“Yes, both male and female,” Madame Daw smiled.  If things worked out, she might be able to trick this Englishman into buying this worthless slave while her husband was gone.  She might even make a nice profit.  However he didn’t seem too interested just yet.  “Let me have one of the other slaves get her cleaned up.  She seems to have learned well from her punishment.”

To her surprise, Leah soon found herself in a hot bath and being dressed in a luxurious silk sari in the Thai fashion.  Hurried by the other slaves, she was brought to the study where a card game was in progress and ordered to kneel.

It seemed like hours before Madam Daw put down her cards, her long red nails clicking on the lacquered surface of the table, “So you win, Mr. Dalby.  Do enjoy your evening with Sunee.  Please let me know if she fails to please you in any way.  Unless you need me for something, I shall retire and leave you to your pleasure.”

“No, I think I shall be fine,” Carlton mused “I will let you know in the morning how she is.  Come, Sunee.  Go to my room and prepare the bed.”


Ten minutes later, Carlton was in the room, slowly unwinding the yards of silk from her body almost reverently.  Silently, he brushed the tips of his fingers over her skin.  She was so much thinner than he had remembered her.  He let his fingers linger over a pulse point, feeling the beat of her heart as his eyes saw the marks both fading and new that he had not put on her.  He thought his heart would break with the pain from it.  What had he done to her?

She trembled beneath his fingers, worried that she did not meet up with his expectations.  She had held onto the hope of him for so long and now he was here.  Would he turn her away again?
“Rabbit…” he breathed tenderly as he caressed her cheek.

Leah closed her eyes against the hope that rose in her heart.  The hours of pain faded into nothingness with his one tender word.  Tears began to flow down her face as she pressed her hands against his chest, “Please, Master, I promise, I will never disobey!  I will never run.  I will be everything you want, just please, I beg of you, take me back!”

Carlton leaned down and kissed away a tear, “I will find a way to get you back, Rabbit.  I promise.”

He brushed his fingertips over her darker nipples and then raised an eyebrow at the sharp gasp on need and the step back she took.  It was cruel to keep a slave that hungry.  “How long since they have let you come, Rabbit?”

Shame flushed over her face and she dropped her eyes, “I- I am not sure, Master.  Days seem to blur together here.”

Carlton nodded curtly, his face impassive.  He reached into his suit pocket and took out his cell phone. “Raymond,” he told the phone and listened to it dial the number.  He gave Leah a hand gesture to lie on the bed, never taking his eyes off of her. “Raymond? Yes.  I have found what I was looking for.  Please bring my package right away and my plane.  I want it in place by morning local time.”

He listened for a time, just watching Leah on the bed and then nodded, “Yes, that will do fine.  I will see you tomorrow then.”

He closed the small phone and slipped it back into his suit pocket as he sat on the edge of the bed, “Do you remember the first time I took you into the dungeon, Rabbit?”

Her mind flashed back to that night and she nodded, “Yes, Master.”

He ran his fingers around the swell of her breast, his eyes half closed as he watched her arch against his hand with a hiss. “Do you remember what I made you do that night?”

So hungry for relief from her aching need, Leah had trouble concentrating on his words let alone remember a conversation from so long ago, “No, Master. I am sorry.”

Carlton smiled, knowing the torment in her mind and body.  He pinched her nipple and leaned closer,“Think harder, Pet.”

“Please, Master! Please let me cum! Please! This is torment!” Leah begged frantically.

He chuckled, “That was what I had you do, Rabbit.  Cum for me.”

Leah had no trouble following his command as she writhed on the bed in her first orgasm in weeks, but instead of relieving the aching need in her body, it only seemed to make it worse.  As she came back to her senses, she struggled to understand why her own body was reacting this way.  Confused, she looked at Carlton, arching her body up toward him without even realizing it in an unconscious plea for more.

“So hungry,” whispered Carlton in pleasure at the need that she displayed.  Part of him was furious that they had denied her to the point of desperation, but the sadist in him could not deny how aroused he was to see her offering herself this way to him.

He got up and took the silken tie from the dressing gown that hung on the back of the door and carefully bound her hands over her head to the headboard of the large bed.  As he tied the silky fabric, she whimpered hotly, her arousal heightened.  He remembered how much she loved being bound.  Unable to resist teasing her, he ran the back of his hand down the length of her body, just feeling her skin.  He toyed with her hard, dark nipples until she twisted frantically.




Leah's Bondage Ch. 11-12



“Please! Master! Please!”

He chuckled, “Please what, Rabbit? Please torment you more?”  He pushed two fingers into her and began to slowly fuck her with them, “Is this what you mean?  Or perhaps this?” He pulled them out and pinched her clit, watching her open her mouth in a soundless scream of need, “What do you want?”

Leah’s mind was filled with only one thing, getting relief for the pounding need in her body.  She ached to feel Master in her again.  She felt like she would die if she did not feel him take her – the harder the better.

“Please…” She gasped, straining at the ties, “Please, Master… take me.  Take me, I beg you!”

Carlton let his fingers slide down between her legs and played in the wetness there, driving her need to a sharpness that was almost painful, “Take you where?  Or did you mean something else?  Don’t be coy with me, Rabbit.  Say what you mean.  Beg nicely.”

Grinding herself against his hand she pleaded, “Fuck me, Master, I beg you, fuck me until I can’t breathe!”  Her begging reached a fevered pitch when his fingers began circling her clit.  “Please use me, Master. I have to feel you inside me.  I’ll do anything! Please, do what ever you want to me, just please fuck me.”

Never before had he heard her beg so sincerely, so hungrily.  For a moment, he nearly lost control of himself.  He’d wanted her for so long…  A series of staccato gasps formed as he drummed on her sensitive little nub. 

“Please fuck my greedy slave cunt.”  

Without warning, he removed his hand from her now dripping pussy.  The fraction of a moment it took him to unzip and unfasten his pants was excruciating.  There was no way he would waste one more second undressing.  His trousers dropped to his feet as he pushed her ankles back toward her shoulders.  He groaned as he drove himself deeply into her.  She was so wet, but almost painfully tight from lack of use.  He pushed deep and stayed there a moment letting her body adjust to his size again.  He looked down at her between her spread legs and smiled a dark smile, “I hope you are hungry, Rabbit, because I know that I am.”

“I want you Master, more than anything in the world,” she whispered back, thrusting up as best as she could, trying to get even more of him.  He felt so good inside of her, she wanted more.
Slowly at first, Carlton began to thrust with long deep strokes, enjoying the soft, pleased moans that Leah made. He began to thrust harder and harder, feeling her open up to him, feeling her surrender her body to him. God, he had missed her.

“Please, may I cum, Master?  Please?” she begged frantically beneath him.

He almost laughed, knowing something that she couldn’t know, “Cum if you can, Pet.”

She felt her body straining for the orgasm, quivering at the edge but unable to find release.  She thrust up against her Master, fucking him wildly, trying to get the relief she needed.

“Problems, Rabbit?” Carlton had stopped thrusting and was enjoying the work Leah was putting into it herself.  He had never done this before to her and it was far too enjoyable.

“I- I can’t cum, Master!” She ground herself onto his cock harder, beyond caring what he thought of her, “I just need more of you, somehow… deeper… or harder… something…”

“Ah, my poor, Rabbit.  Perhaps I am not using you hard enough,” He began to pound into her without any mercy, pushing her legs back further.  She was his, she would be his again.  He would posses her completely and she would know it.

Leah screamed out in a mix of pleasure and desperation.  Never had sex felt this good and never had it been this much torment.  She cried out in a mixture of pleasure and frustration, not caring who in house heard her, begging wildly for more.  She felt Carlton push hard and stop, cumming inside of her, his fingers wrapping painfully around her ankles.  More!  She needed more!  Bent as she was, she couldn’t thrust, but she tried.

Carlton, now more relaxed, smiled at his frantic girl and began to pull out.

“Please, no, Master, Please, no!” Leah sobbed.

“Trust me, Rabbit,” He lowered her legs and touched her swollen clit with the tip of his fingers and watched her arch like he had touched her with a violet wand as she came, juices pouring from her.  But he did not stop, he kept rubbing the clit, forcing another orgasm and then another, milking the pleasure from her until her eyes rolled back in her head.

Gently, he untied her hands and repositioned her, chuckling when the briefest touch would send her body into another spasm of orgasm.  He took a shower and then climbed into bed next to her, pushing his body next to hers, pleased with the soft, unconscious moan of pleasure she made at his touch.


Madam Daw looked up from her brunch plate as Carlton Dalby pulled Leah through the door by her hair and gave her a lazy toss to the floor.  She sprawled at the foot of the table, naked, trembling, nervous fear etched on every surface of her body.  Carlton had the look of a man who had enjoyed himself quite well during the night.

Master Kiet, who had come home in the night for the business dealings, also noticed the interaction.  He gave a sharp command in Thai to Leah for her to serve Carlton.  He knew that the business deal was not a sure thing.  He would hate to loose a fun toy like Leah, but perhaps she would make the perfect bargaining tool to sweeten the deal.

“I hope that Sunee was acceptable in her service to you last night,” Kiet spoke gently, keeping a sharp eye on Leah.  His finger lingered over the key fob on his belt in case she made the slightest mistake.  

Carlton took the offered coffee from Leah, “She was quite delightful.  I sold my last slave several months back.  She was well trained, but she had no spark.”

Leah gasped and fell to her knees as pain shot through her body from the anklet.

“Sunee!” snapped Kiet, “You are to ask our honored guest if he wants cream or sugar in his coffee.”  Kiet bowed his head to Carlton, “Please excuse her manners.  I assure you, she has been trained better than that.”

Carlton smiled a bit ferally.  Leah almost gave away that she knew him.  “May I have the honor of punishing her for this?  I would like to see how she marks.”

Kiet smiled broadly.  The Englishman was falling for his plan.  “Of course.  Sunee, fetch our guest a crop.”

Leah gave Carlton a look of distress and confusion as she hurried to get the crop.  He was going to beat her?  She hadn’t done anything wrong.  Was this some sort of plan of his?  Carefully, she presented him with the crop.

“Bend over the table, girl,” Carlton ordered, “Spread your legs nicely, too.  Show me what a slut you are.”

For a moment, Leah hesitated, unsure about the different person she was seeing in the Carlton of this morning from the Carlton of last night. 

That moment was a moment too long and he grabbed her by the back of the neck and pushed her against the table and kicked her legs open, hissing in her ear, “I would do as I say, Girl, if you want things to go well for you.”

“Y-yes, Sir.” She stammered, her fingers clutching at the crisp white tablecloth.  Seconds later she gasped as the crop snapped against her skin and pain began to spread through her.  Again and again the crop landed, barely giving her time to deal with one lash before another came.  There was a difference in this cropping from those that Master Kiet or Madam Daw gave.  This was pain, but it was good pain.  She didn’t want it to end.  Tears rolled down her face.

When Carlton was done, she fell to her knees and kissed his feet without thinking about what her current owners would think or say.  She just needed to thank Carlton, to touch him in some way.

Kiet briefly narrowed his eyes, “She responds well to you, Mr. Darby.  Let me make this slave girl a gift to you as a sign of my faith in our future business dealings.”

Carlton looked at Leah as if considering the worth of the girl in front of him and the ramifications of what accepting her would entail.  “She is rather entertaining….” He teased her cunt with his shoe until she whimpered, “If you insist.  How could I turn down such a generous gift?  My assistant will be arriving later today with the initial paperwork for our joint venture.  I think that in light of certain… things, we will work well together.”

Leah began to cry.  She belonged to Master again.

“Go to my room and wait for me there, Slave,” Carlton ordered, knowing full well why Leah was crying, but acting irritated to keep up appearances.


It was much later in the day when Carlton came into the room with Raymond in tow.  Leah lay curled on the bed asleep from exhaustion.  Carlton sat down on the bed and gently shook Leah awake.

“Rabbit, wake up my love.  It is time to go home.”

She sat up, blinking, looking around fearfully.
Raymond had to bite his lip to keep from saying anything.  He offered the leather messenger bag to Leah with a nod.

Curiously, she opened it and found a tissue wrapped silk package.  Leah was careful not to tear the tissue paper, still too used to being punished for offenses like that.  Inside she found a deep blue silk camisole top, a teal green flowing skirt and a patterned loose jacket in a coordinating print.  Also in the bag was a pair of leather sandals.

“Get dressed, Rabbit. I wish to leave here as soon as possible,” Carlton reached over with a device and removed the anklet from her ankle, the distaste evident on his face.

Within a few minutes, Leah was ready to go, feeling strange in so many clothes.  It had been so long since she had worn anything so normal.  She glanced to Carlton for his approval and saw it in his look.  Then she saw some sadness in his eyes.

“There are a few more things you will need to wear for now, Rabbit.  They are also in the bag.  Please get them out.”

She reached deeper into the messenger bag and removed a blindfold, a slave collar, and a pair of lined leather cuffs.  She felt a strange sense of disappointment, and yet an odd sense of contentment at the same time.  He did want her.  He had wanted her enough last night to call Raymond and tell him to bring these things.
With grace, she knelt and offered him the collar to lock around her neck.  When it clicked shut, she looked up at him and whispered, “Thank you, Master.”

Carlton stepped back, startled at her words.  Surely she had not meant thanks for locking the collar around her, but thanks for rescuing her from this place.  She couldn’t have understood the significance of offering him the collar like she did.  His mind warred with himself  as she offered him the cuffs, a look of complete trust in her eyes.

He took a moment and smoothed back her hair from her face, savoring her beauty, before he locked her hands behind her back.  God, she was beautiful in a collar and cuffs.  He wanted her now, like he had never wanted her before.  She knelt there on the floor, her eyes fastened on him, her lips slightly parted, and he knew that with a few touches here or there, he could have her begging in need or screaming in pleasure.

“Sir?” Raymond interrupted gently, “The plane?”
Reluctantly, Carlton placed the blindfold over Leah’s eyes and fastened it securely.  It was time for them all to go home.


Chapter 12

It was an odd feeling of déjà vu for Leah.  Master had not made her keep the blindfold or cuffs on for the trip home, but he did insist on feeding her dinner.  She had dreamed for so long of sitting at his feet again that being able to do it was almost too much.  She kept crying, harder and harder, until Carlton gave her a couple of pills and had Raymond make up the bed for her.

Now she was in her old rooms.  They were the same, but they were different.  Gone were the erotic books, replaced with a selection of books more to her tastes from before she had been taken.  The punishment room had been changed into a closet and there was a selection of beautiful clothes for her to wear and the door was not locked.

On the first morning after they were back, Carlton brought up a breakfast tray and sat in his chair watching Leah savor the cup of coffee like it was liquid gold.

“I need to talk to you, Rabbit, about what will happen now.”

Leah looked up at him over the coffee cup, “Yes, Master?”

“Rabbit, as much as I want to I can’t keep you as a slave.”

Leah’s heart froze and she almost dropped the coffee cup.  Was he going to sell her again?

Carlton continued, not noticing the horror on her face, “It was wrong of me to buy you.  God knows I love owning you.  But I can’t do this to you.  I care too much for you.

“I can’t send you home.  You have been declared dead for one thing.  Also, if the slave system finds out that I have released you, they will just take you back into the system and sell you to someone like Alexis again.”

He noticed the look on her face now and assigned it to the wrong reason, “I won’t let that happen, Rabbit.  I promise.  I have made some plans for you so you will be safe, but you can have your life back.  I have people that will be able to make a new identity for you and I will set you up in a flat.  I can arrange a job for you until you find one of your own if you like.  I will do everything in my power to give you back your life.”

All Leah could do was nod dumbly.

For several days, Leah did not leave her rooms.  She lay in the large bed, curled up on the luxurious linens unable to deal with the idea that Master was going to send her away. 

When he came into the room to ask why she was still in bed, she would force a smile and manage an excuse about after all the horror, she was just being lazy.


In Carlton’s office, Raymond looked up from his work to see Carlton watching the surveillance screen of Leah.  Carlton had not touched his work the whole morning.  His coffee had cooled and developed an unappetizing film.

“She did not take the news of leaving you well, Sir?” Raymond asked politely.

Carlton swung around, confusion across her face, “What makes you say that?”

Raymond nodded to the screen, “She is in depression, Sir.  You have given her freedom and she has not taken it.  You have given her clothes to wear, but has she worn anything more than the robe she had before she left?”

Carlton turned back and looked at the screen, seeing now what he had not seen before.

Ming walked over to Raymond and rested her arm on Raymond’s shoulder, “If I may, Sir.  I know where her mind has been.  I knew her before you sold her.  She loved you then.  She loved you even when you pushed her away.  I can only imagine that it was you she cried out for when things were unbearable.  That in her dreams, it was you that came to rescue her.  And when you did, you did not put your collar around her neck, you told her that you were going to send her away.  Sir, her heart is breaking.”

There was a long silence in the room before Carlton spoke, “Raymond, take the car tonight and take Ming someplace nice for dinner.  You two deserve it.  I would like some privacy with Rabbit tonight.”

“Yes, Sir.”


Leah heard the door of her room open and struggled to find the energy to sit up.  It really didn’t matter anymore.  She would just ask him to leave the tray and she would get rid of the food.  She didn’t want to eat.  She didn’t want to breathe, but it kept happening.

“You have until the count of three to be out of that bed and on your knees, Rabbit,” Carlton’s most commanding voice shook her out of her stupor.  “ONE.  TWO.”

Almost a year of do or die training took over and Leah was on the floor by the count of three – dazed and confused, not sure what was happening.

Carlton grabbed a fistful of her lank hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to look up at him.  “You stink.  Your hair is disgusting.  You have been throwing away the food I have brought for you.  You are not free yet, therefore you still belong to me and you do not have permission to take care of my property in this manner.  Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes…” Leah whispered.

He tightened the grip on her hair, pulling back until she gasped in startled pain.  He let a coldness of further displeasure creep into his voice, “Yes?  It’s a good thing you haven’t bothered to dress, because I won’t have to waste my time undressing you.”

The familiar black crop snapped hard twice on her outer thigh and he was pleased to see the lethargic dullness clearing from her eyes. “Would you like to try that again, Rabbit?  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

He released her from the painful position and snapped, “Present!”

She fumbled into position.

“That took far too long.  I am not pleased.  Go into the bathroom and clean yourself from head to toe and then present yourself back at my chair for inspection.”

A strange warmth filled Leah as she almost ran to the bathroom to get cleaned up.  She took extra care with her preparations knowing that her Master was going to inspect her.  Thoughts whirled through her head.  Did he mean it that he still owned her?  Was this just a whim of his?  Could she use this time to get him to realize that she was a good slave?

A half hour later she knelt before him, trembling softly – half in fear that she had forgotten something, half in desperation that he find her pleasing.  

Carlton ran his fingers over her skin, feeling the softness, and looked into her eyes.
“It is obvious from the past few days, Rabbit, that you are not ready to go out on your own.  I do still own you, and I am responsible for you.  I will not allow you to hurt yourself.  If you cannot care for yourself here, then you are not able to do so alone.  Am I wrong?”

His tone brooked no discussion and Leah shook her head, “No, Master.”

Carlton paused for a long moment before continuing, “Leah, before you answer this next question, keep this in mind.  Your answer will not get you punishment.  There is no ‘right’ answer.  Do you want to be my slave?”

Leah caught her breath.  She had not expected to be asked point blank.  She looked around the room that had once been her prison, “When I first came here, no.  But, Master, you have taught me to love your touch.  I can’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else but at your feet.  Yes, Master, I want to be your slave.”

Carlton nodded in understanding, “Then you shall be.  This is how it shall be.  I will not lock you in.  I will not keep you here against your will.  Every morning and every evening you will kneel and present yourself to me.  At that time you will ask me if you may continue as a slave in my service.  This will be something of mutual agreement, Rabbit.  It will not be something forced.

“When I sold you, I was dealing with conflicting emotions regarding you.  I had been taught that you never fall in love with a slave that you own.  I had done just that.  I thought that removing you, I could remove my feelings for you, but I was wrong.  I don’t want to go through my life without you either, Rabbit.”

Relief poured through Leah, “You really care for me, Master?”

He reached down and pushed a stray curl back from her face, “More than you may ever know.  I love you.  I think I loved you the moment I saw you at the sale.  Now present to me.”

Kneeling up to her best posture, fingers laced behind her neck, Leah looked at Carlton with tears in her eyes, “Master, may I continue to be your slave?”

From his pocket he took out her collar and fastened it around her neck so the rabbit charm dangled at the hallow of her throat, “You may, continue.”

Leah touched the rabbit charm and smiled up at her Master.  She was home.



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Raymond slid his hand over Ming's smooth skin and felt her tremble beneath his touch. She was so beautiful, her body straining against the white ropes, her eyes slightly glazed with the haze of several orgasms. He leaned in and licked her hard nipple just to hear her moan. She pushed her body toward him.

"Please, more!" she begged breathily.

"So hungry," he smiled, "And to think a few weeks ago you weren't sure about pleasure and sex."

She gave him a glowing smile, "You have made me sure, but now you torture me with the pleasure."

He walked behind her and pushed her long hair off her neck and nipped at the skin there, knowing how sensitive she was there, making her dance in the suspension. "Perhaps I should be questioning you under the torture. What would you like to tell me to make me stop?" he teased.

Ming twisted in the bonds playfully, "I will never tell! You will just have to torture me."

Raymond circled around her again with a wicked and determined look on his face, "I guess that is what I will have to do then."

In the shadows of the dungeon, Carlton turned and left; the pain in his chest almost too much to stand. Raymond and Ming had the relationship that he had wanted for himself and Rabbit. What did Raymond do that was so different than him? Why hadn't Rabbit blossomed to him like that? And worst of all, how could he stand not having her? Hadn’t he cared for her like that? Hadn’t he been gentle and loving?

She was all he thought of during the day and night. He had made elaborate plans to rescue her, calling the major over and over until he was told to just accept the fact that she was gone. He took one last look back over his shoulder at Raymond and Ming, their playful banter and deep affection. If only he could have another chance.

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The mood at Alexis’ house was one of fear. Most of the staff had been fired. Buyers had been brought in for all of the girls except for Bebe, Primrose and Dora. Leah had discovered that Bebe was not really being trained for sale, but was actually being boarded by her Master. Primrose was spoken for, but was still learning the skill sets required by her Master-to-be before final purchase. Leah realized that left herself and Dora as the only sellable slaves left, or in other words, Alexis total net worth.

When the bank called to inform Alexis that the check for her mortgage payment was returned for insufficient funds, Leah realized that things were coming to a head.  When she saw the maid usher the men into the office, Leah felt her skin crawl. There was something about them, that despite their hand tailored suits and Italian shoes, screamed that they had crawled up from the gutter.

She tried to calmly work on the file she was assigned to while Alexis greeted them. Be still, she thought, be very still and they won't see you. They opened a briefcase filled with currency and Alexis smiled. Leah felt a shiver of coldness go through her. She had not heard of slaves being sold for cash before. Usually the money was moved by wire transfer.

She was distracted by the instant message screen from Raymond appearing on her computer.

"Is Ms Alexis available?"

"She is currently with buyers, a Mr. Peter Monroe," she typed back.

"Who is he buying?" the reply came back quickly.

"I don't know." Leah responded, "Why?"

At the other end Raymond tried not to panic. Monroe was a notorious dirt bag. Girls that he got often never reappeared. Alexis must be more desperate than he had thought. If Monroe got his hands on Leah, he might never be able to find her again. What could he do?

"I think he is here for Dora. Alexis enslaved her for embezzlement." the words appeared on his screen allowing him to breathe again.

Leah tried not to watch as Dora took one look at Monroe and lost all control. She threw herself at Alexis feet and begged with her to keep her and not to sell her to him. Her terror was so strong that Leah could taste it. This man must be a true monster if Dora was this afraid of him.

Monroe's helpers restrained Dora and deposited her at his feet. He toyed with her with his foot watching her try to curl back in fear to his amusement.

"She will be delightful, Alexis. Thank you for thinking of me. Of course, you didn't tell me that she is part of a matched pair." he eyed Doreen.

Doreen held her head up proudly, "I am not a slave, Sir. I am a trainer."

"How much if I throw her in also?" Alexis asked with interest.

Doreen gasped and looked at Alexis in shock, "I have worked for you all these years with loyalty and you would dare to think to --"

One of Monroe's goons wrestled Doreen to the ground, binding and gagging her with an ease that frightened Leah to her core. Alexis looked up and caught Leah's eyes and the looks she gave her made her want to scream in fear.

"Raymond! Get me out of here! She just had the trainer enslaved and sold to this guy. Help me!" Leah managed to type.

"I will have you out by tomorrow night, I promise."

Leah cut the connection and cleared the history and was quietly working on the file when Alexis walked over. She did not stop working as Alexis put the cash into a safe and then leaned over Leah's shoulder to whisper in her ear.

"Don't think I won't sell you to the lions when I need to. I have someone planned for you that will make me look like a walk in the park, Princess."

By evening, Leah's nerves were shot. Alexis had driven her hard the whole day, even taking her hard as she could with a strap-on. As she served dinner, a crash in the kitchen caused Leah to jerk her hand as she was pouring wine and splashed Alexis.

Alexis backhanded her hard enough to knock Leah into the wall. Without a trainer to do her bidding, Alexis dragged Leah to the training room herself, grabbing a cane and started beating Leah until her initial anger had passed. Realizing now that selling Doreen was a mistake, Alexis had Bebe and Primrose get out the punishment box.

When Leah saw it, she began to plead and beg for forgiveness. She tried everything she had learned over the time she had been there, but the lid closed over her and locked leaving her in the confining, terrifying darkness.

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Disguised as a thug, Raymond sauntered into Alexis house unannounced with Vincent and several of his buddies. He was pulling in every favor he was owed and some he wasn't to pull this off. He wished he had a camera for the expression on Alexis' face when she saw Vincent.

Raymond knew that the money she had gotten the day before for the sale of Dora and Doreen had gone to pay the bank and other overdue bills. She would not have the money to cover this, and that is what he was counting on.

"So, Alexis. Mr. Perez hasn't heard from you in some time," Vincent remarked in his off-handed manner, "He's concerned and sent me to see how things were."

Alexis' face looked brittle, "Vincent, what a -- surprise. I have been sending Mr. Perez regular correspondence, I assure you."

Vincent picked up a vase that had somehow survived Alexis' recent temper tantrums and studied it, "Funny that, because he hasn't received them. You should really use certified mail for the important deliveries."

"I don't - that is - am not prepared at this moment to make an extra payment. If you could give me an extra day or two, I am sure we could get this settled to both our benefits."

Raymond could see sweat on her forehead.

"That's no problem. We'll just take some stuff now and save you the problem. Boys, go see what you can find while I keep the lady company."

Raymond frantically searched the rooms for signs of Leah. He felt a wave of disgust when he entered the training rooms. There was something evil about this place. In a barred cell, a naked woman crouched fearfully, whimpering as he entered the room. Another one, with the deliberate appearance of a child gave him a sultry look.

"Where's Leah?" He demanded.

The sultry one pointed to a box he had almost over looked, "Stupid bitch screamed half the night."

He approached it in horror, knowing her fear of being locked in dark places. How could that woman do this to her? He tore at the latches and threw back the lid. Curled up on her side shivering, Leah blinked up at him in desperation and disbelief.

He pulled her out and held her in his arms, rocking her, "I've got you. Don't worry. You're going to be okay. I still need to get you out of here. Can you walk?"

Leah nodded and struggled to her feet, swaying unsteadily. "Can we take Primrose?" she whispered faintly, her throat raw.

"The scared woman?" Raymond asked. At Leah's nod, he went and unlocked the cage. "Come on. You need to trust me."

Primrose didn't look like she trusted him at all, but darted out of the cage and over to Leah, helping to hold her up. 

"What about me?" Bebe pouted, posing her body lewdly, "Don't you want me?" She laughed as Raymond locked the cage, leaving her behind and helped the two women out of the room.

Raymond brought them back to the office and gave a knowing laugh as he gave them a slight shove through the door. "Look what I found downstairs, Boss."

Vincent took a look at the two women and gave an evil smile to Alexis, "Looks like that should just about take care of what you owe Mr. Perez."

Alexis' eyes bulged, "You can have the naked one, but you can't take the other. There is another one downstairs. Take her instead."

Vincent slapped Alexis, "I don't think you are in any position to give orders here. We are going to take what we want, unless you would rather pay your debt to Mr. Perez, yourself. Say, by the hour."

Raymond felt a streak of wickedness rising in him, "Hey, Boss. This one can't go out like this. It's too cold outside. Maybe Miss Alexis here wouldn't mind sharing."

Vincent grinned, "Now that's a good idea. Take off your clothes, Alexis, or I'll have the boys help you."

With as much dignity as she could muster, Alexis stood and removed her clothing. Raymond handed the clothes to Primrose and told her to dress. It wasn't enough. His anger at her was too great.

"I think we ought to lock her up downstairs, so she won't be any problem," he suggested in a very cold tone.

Vincent perked up as he noticed the fear that flickered over Alexis’ face, "What did you have in mind?"

Raymond walked over to Alexis and caught her chin in his hand, forcing her to look into his eyes, "Seems she has this box that she is fond of using."

"You wouldn't dare!" she hissed back in fury.

Raymond let a slow, evil grin spread over his face. This would be justice.

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Carlton swirled the bourbon in the glass despondently as his other fingers played with the length of chain and rabbit charm. He had lost her. Alexis has sold off all her slaves and he had not been able to find where Leah had gone. The pain in his heart ate at him with hopelessness and despair.

The light of the study flickered on and Carlton turned red-rimmed eyes to see Raymond and Ming standing in the doorway looking a bit shocked. He must look like hell. He drank more bourbon.

"How was your vacation?" he inquired, not really caring.

Ming moved to the coffee pot and started making coffee. Raymond looked at Carlton, unshaved, rumpled and in despair. Part of him wanted to tell his employer that Leah was safe, but it was not time yet.

"Quite nice, Sir. Saw some old friends. Ming and I spent quite a bit of time in London. Shall I collect the papers on your desk?"

Carlton shrugged, "It doesn't matter, Raymond. I have lost the only thing that ever really mattered. What does it matter if I acquire another company?"

Raymond started to collect the papers, "Lost things often reappear in time, Sir. You will want to be ready when that happens. Why don't you go upstairs and get some rest."

Numbly, Carlton downed the rest of his drink and staggered from the study clutching the collar.

Raymond gave a sigh. He wanted to make things easier for his employer, but the man could still not see Leah as anything more than a possession. He looked over at Ming and thought of her tenderness in the last two weeks with Leah and Primrose as they helped them readjust to the outside world, at the inner beauty Ming had about her and her gentleness. Each day he was more and more amazed that she wanted to stay with him. His hand strayed to the small box in his pocket. Tonight he would take her out and he would ask her.

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Leah snuggled into the softness of the bed and felt the warmth of Primrose snuggled up next to her. She still couldn't believe that the nightmare was over. It had been almost six months now since Raymond had taken her out of the box, and each morning she still woke with her heart in her throat until she remembered she was free.

Careful not to disturb Primrose, Leah slid out of the bed and slipped on the thick robe and warm slippers. She remembered the shopping trip with Ming when she had picked them out. Most of Alexis' money was now theirs and she could have whatever she wanted. Leah had turned down the luxurious silk robes as they reminded her too much of Carlton, and opted instead for the comfort of fleece.

Reveling in the comforting ritual of making coffee, Leah pondered her feelings for Carlton. How many sessions had she had with her therapist already about this? What part of her "love" for him was out of his manipulation of events? What had he really done to make her love him? She could so clearly remember that first night on the plane and her fear, her shame and his forced control of her. That was not gestures of love. That was control.

She took her coffee to the small sunroom and sat among her plants, letting herself calm and prepare for the day. Going back to work had been a hard decision, but Raymond had helped her to find a job with a very understanding boss so she could have the time off she needed for the hours of therapy she had.

Primrose still had a long way to go. Leah thought of her like a sister and made sure that when Raymond got them new identity papers, that they had the same last name. Leah wanted to be sure that no one and nothing ever hurt Primrose again. She just wished that there were some way for her to find the other women and rescue them.

Several hours later, Leah was in the downtown legal offices of Cromby, Cromby and Willers. Learning the British legal system had been a challenge, but she had enjoyed it.

"Ms. Anderson, could you bring me the Tenyon Corporation file, please." her boss intercommed her.

Slipping her shoes back on, Leah retrieved the file and headed into the office. She had planned to walk in, drop the file and walk out as usual, but she was startled by a sudden movement of a man jumping up.

"Leah! It's you!"

Leah jumped back toward the door and then took another step back as she realized that the man was Carlton.

"Excuse me," she dropped her eyes and reached for the door, completely shaken.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around, "Stop!" he commanded, "I must talk with you! You have no idea how long I have been looking for you!"

Leah wiggled out of his grasp and fled out the door. She stopped back at her desk only long enough to grab her bag and coat. Thoughts raced through her head and she could not deny the arousal of her body to his touch and presence. Utterly confused, she ran home.

It was not long before there was pounding on her door and his voice outside, pleading with her to come down and talk to him. Primrose curled up against Leah, her eyes wide with fright.

"Is he going to take you back?" she whispered, as if he could hear.

Leah felt an odd sense of clarity settle over her. "No. Don't worry about it. You stay up here, honey. I'll go take care of him."

She walked down the stairs to the front door and opened it, looking at him with a boldness that unsettled Carlton. "What can I do for you, Carlton?"

"Come in. I'll put on some coffee. I think my sister made scones this morning." Leah led him into the cozy town home, not bothering to explain her reference to her sister at his startled expression.

She put him in the sitting room while she prepared a tray, returning in a bit to find him standing by the fireplace studying the recent photos the decorated the mantel. In a strange parody of the last time she saw him, she poured the coffee in silence and served it, but this time took a seat opposite him. 

It felt odd to sit across from him. Her instinct was to be at his feet, to feel his fingers in her hair. She felt the longing and pushed it down, not sure what of that feeling was real emotion and what was created. She waited in silence for him to speak, far more comfortable with not talking than he was.

Carlton starred at the darkness of the coffee, unsure where to start. He wasn't sure he knew the poised woman across from him. Clearing his throat he blurted out, "Alexis told me she had sold you."

"She lied to you." Leah had the strong urge not to help him in his uneasiness. She wanted to see him uncomfortable for a change.

"She still owns you?" he frowned.

"No, I am free. As it should be." Her voice was cold.

Carlton toyed with the spoon, "I have been miserable since you were gone..."

"Excuse me," Leah interrupted, anger spiking in her voice, "You make it sound like I took a trip, packed a bag or changed jobs. You sold me. You threw me out like yesterday's garbage to the most vile woman I have ever known. Don't talk to me about being miserable."

There was a long stretch of silence and outside it began to rain. "I deserved that." Carlton finally spoke. "You are right. What I did was reprehensible. You have every right to hate me."

Leah took a sip of her coffee, studying the man that had been her master and asked the question that had been burning in her mind, "Why? Why did you do it?

Putting his cup down, Carlton walked to the window and looked out at the wet street, "Fear mostly. I was in love with you - I still am - and it terrified me. I had a slave before you. My first slave. My father gave her to me. She was everything I had always desired in a woman and I gave my heart to her. I gave her more and more freedom and.."

He hesitated, "I came back one day to find her gone. I thought something horrible had happened. I tracked her down and found her with another man. My business rival. She had been giving him business secrets to destroy me.

"I was afraid to love you, to give you that power over me. I was drunk. I was stupid. I did it to prove I was still in control. I didn't even remember the next morning that I had done it."

He moved over to her and knelt by her chair, touching her face tenderly, "Can you forgive me, Rabbit?"

The touch sent shivers through her and Leah fought with herself for control, "I don't know, to be perfectly honest. You have a hell of a lot more apologizing to do before I am going to seriously consider it."

"What do you mean?" He looked up at her confused.

"You bought me! Don't you see anything wrong with that? People like you tore me out of my life, humiliated me, hurt me, degraded me - all so you could live out your fantasies. Did it ever occur to you that I might not like being tied up? That I might not want to be locked in your room and forced to be your sex partner? That I might have enjoyed the life I had? Do you realize that I can’t go back to that life? Do you realize that I have been declared dead? That everything I owned has been given away or sold? People like you destroyed my life!"

"But I made sure you had pleasure, you came, you were having feelings for me," Carlton protested.

"You gave me no choice." she hissed at him. "Yes, there is a part of me that has feelings for you, but right now, I don't know what of it is real or not. Don't expect me to throw myself in your arms. You were gentle with me, but you were no different than Alexis when you got down to brass tacks. If you want really want me, it will have to be a very different relationship."




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Carlton was silent, his head down. He had never known shame like he knew it now. He had destroyed the life of a woman he cared for. He staggered to his feet as tears began to stream down his face, "I'm sorry, Leah. I know it's just words, but I really am."

“I hope words keep you warm at night. Goodbye, Carlton.” She walked over to the door and held it open, until he stood and walked out into the rain.

After the door shut behind him, she leaned against the door, drained but feeling oddly strong. She had stood up to him. She had not fallen at his feet. There would be time to discover what her emotions were and if he had a place in her life or not. She had control of her future.

That night, Carlton sat alone in the slave quarters, the firelight dancing over the fanciful walls.  Justine was long gone to another person who would admire her and pet her. The rooms waited empty. He stared into the fire, desolate, a bottle of bourbon on the table, the glass in one hand and Leah’s collar in the other.



Leah's Bondage Ch. 11 Choice 2



Raymond slid his hand over Ming's smooth skin and felt her tremble beneath his touch. She was so beautiful, her body straining against the white ropes, her eyes slightly glazed with the haze of several orgasms. He leaned in and licked her hard nipple just to hear her moan. She pushed her body toward him.

"Please, more!" she begged breathily.

"So hungry," he smiled, "And to think a few weeks ago you weren't sure about pleasure and sex."

She gave him a glowing smile, "You have made me sure, but now you torture me with the pleasure."

He walked behind her and pushed her long hair off her neck and nipped at the skin there, knowing how sensitive she was there, making her dance in the suspension. "Perhaps I should be questioning you under the torture. What would you like to tell me to make me stop?" he teased.

Ming twisted in the bonds playfully, "I will never tell! You will just have to torture me."

Raymond circled around her again with a wicked and determined look on his face, "I guess that is what I will have to do then."

In the shadows of the dungeon, Carlton turned and left; the pain in his chest almost too much to stand. Raymond and Ming had the relationship that he had wanted for himself and Rabbit. What did Raymond do that was so different than him? Why hadn't Rabbit blossomed to him like that? And worst of all, how could he stand not having her? Hadn’t he cared for her like that? Hadn’t he been gentle and loving?

She was all he thought of during the day and night. He had made elaborate plans to rescue her, calling the major over and over until he was told to just accept the fact that she was gone. He took one last look back over his shoulder at Raymond and Ming, their playful banter and deep affection. If only he could have another chance.

Later that day, when Raymond came into the office, Carlton took a deep breath. This was not easy for him, “Raymond, I – I have a question for you.”

Raymond pushed his glasses up absently, “Yes, Sir?”

“Why does Ming stay with you, when Leah risked her life to escape from me? What did I do wrong?” He could not hide the pain in his voice.

Raymond sat at his desk and took a moment to form his reply, “Sir. I am sure there are a number of reasons. Foremost, you never gave Leah a choice. A trapped animal will always want to escape no matter how nice the cage. Ming chose to stay with me.”

Carlton frowned, “You mean to say, you would have spent all that money on Ming’s papers, only to have freed her? That wasn’t just something to make her feel good?”

Raymond looked a bit disgusted, “No, Sir. It was the truth. If she should ever want to leave, she is free to do so. We have a signed contract that provides her with rights and resources if that day should come. The difference is, Sir. I have treated Ming like a human, not a pet.”

Anger rose quickly and then died just as quickly in Carlton as the truth of what Raymond said burned in him. He put his head in his hands, “What have I done? My God, I destroyed her life!” He looked up at Raymond, the horror of what he had done, what he had participated in reflected in his eyes. “And now it’s too late!”

“Actually, Sir,” Raymond said with a slight smile, “there may still be a chance to put things right.”

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The mood at Alexis’ house was one of fear. Most of the staff had been fired. Buyers had been brought in for all of the girls except for Bebe, Primrose and Dora. Leah had discovered that Bebe was not really being trained for sale, but was actually being boarded by her Master. Primrose was spoken for, but was still learning the skill sets required by her Master-to-be before final purchase. Leah realized that left herself and Dora as the only sellable slaves left, or in other words, Alexis total net worth.

When the bank called to inform Alexis that the check for her mortgage payment was returned for insufficient funds, Leah realized that things were coming to a head. When she saw the maid usher the men into the office, Leah felt her skin crawl. There was something about them, that despite their hand tailored suits and Italian shoes, screamed that they had crawled up from the gutter.

She tried to calmly work on the file she was assigned to while Alexis greeted them. Be still, she thought, be very still and they won't see you. They opened a briefcase filled with currency and Alexis smiled. Leah felt a shiver of coldness go through her. She had not heard of slaves being sold for cash before. Usually the money was moved by wire transfer.

She was distracted by the instant message screen from Raymond appearing on her computer.

"Is Ms Alexis available?"

"She is currently with buyers, a Mr. Peter Monroe," she typed back.

"Who is he buying?" the reply came back quickly.

"I don't know." Leah responded, "Why?"

At the other end Raymond tried not to panic. Monroe was a notorious dirt bag. Girls that he got often never reappeared. Alexis must be more desperate than he had thought. If Monroe got his hands on Leah, he might never be able to find her again. What could he do?

"I think he is here for Dora. Alexis enslaved her for embezzlement." the words appeared on his screen allowing him to breathe again.

Leah tried not to watch as Dora took one look at Monroe and lost all control. She threw herself at Alexis feet and begged with her to keep her and not to sell her to him. Her terror was so strong that Leah could taste it. This man must be a true monster if Dora was this afraid of him.

Monroe's helpers restrained Dora and deposited her at his feet. He toyed with her with his foot watching her try to curl back in fear to his amusement.

"She will be delightful, Alexis. Thank you for thinking of me. Of course, you didn't tell me that she is part of a matched pair." he eyed Doreen.

Doreen held her head up proudly, "I am not a slave, Sir. I am a trainer."

"How much if I throw her in also?" Alexis asked with interest.

Doreen gasped and looked at Alexis in shock, "I have worked for you all these years with loyalty and you would dare to think to --"

One of Monroe's goons wrestled Doreen to the ground, binding and gagging her with an ease that frightened Leah to her core. Alexis looked up and caught Leah's eyes and the looks she gave her made her want to scream in fear.

"Raymond! Get me out of here! She just had the trainer enslaved and sold to this guy. Help me!" Leah managed to type.

"I will have you out by tomorrow night, I promise."

Leah cut the connection and cleared the history and was quietly working on the file when Alexis walked over. She did not stop working as Alexis put the cash into a safe and then leaned over Leah's shoulder to whisper in her ear.

"Don't think I won't sell you to the lions when I need to. I have someone planned for you that will make me look like a walk in the park, Princess."

By evening, Leah's nerves were shot. Alexis had driven her hard the whole day, even taking her hard as she could with a strap-on. As she served dinner, a crash in the kitchen caused Leah to jerk her hand as she was pouring wine and splashed Alexis.

Alexis backhanded her hard enough to knock Leah into the wall. Without a trainer to do her bidding, Alexis dragged Leah to the training room herself, grabbing a cane and started beating Leah until her initial anger had passed. Realizing now that selling Doreen was a mistake, Alexis had Bebe and Primrose get out the punishment box.

When Leah saw it, she began to plead and beg for forgiveness. She tried everything she had learned over the time she had been there, but the lid closed over her and locked leaving her in the confining, terrifying darkness.

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Disguised as a thugs, Raymond and Carlton sauntered into Alexis house unannounced with Vincent and several of his buddies. Carlton was pulling in every favor he was owed and some he wasn't to pull this off. He wished he had a camera for the expression on Alexis' face when she saw Vincent. She was so busy watching Vincent that she didn’t have time to notice him under all his makeup.

Carlton knew that the money she had gotten the day before for the sale of Dora and Doreen had gone to pay the bank and other overdue bills. She would not have the money to cover this, and that is what he was counting on.

"So, Alexis. Mr. Perez hasn't heard from you in some time," Vincent remarked in his off-handed manner, "He's concerned and sent me to see how things were."

Alexis' face looked brittle, "Vincent, what a -- surprise. I have been sending Mr. Perez regular correspondence, I assure you."

Vincent picked up a vase that had somehow survived Alexis' recent temper tantrums and studied it, "Funny that, because he hasn't received them. You should really use certified mail for the important deliveries."

"I don't - that is - am not prepared at this moment to make an extra payment. If you could give me an extra day or two, I am sure we could get this settled to both our benefits."

Carlton could see sweat on her forehead.

"That's no problem. We'll just take some stuff now and save you the problem. Boys, go see what you can find while I keep the lady company."

Carlton frantically searched the rooms for signs of Leah. He felt a wave of disgust when he entered the training rooms. There was something evil about this place. In a barred cell, a naked woman crouched fearfully, whimpering as he entered the room. Another one, with the deliberate appearance of a child gave him a sultry look.

"Where's Leah?" He demanded as Raymond looked for keys.

The sultry one pointed to a box he had almost over looked, "Stupid bitch screamed half the night."

He approached it in horror, knowing her fear of being locked in dark places. How could that woman do this to her? He tore at the latches and threw back the lid. Curled up on her side shivering, Leah blinked up at him in desperation and fear. She did not recognize him with the disguise.

“It’s me, Rabbit; it’s Carlton.” He assured her. He pulled her out and held her in his arms, rocking her, "I've got you. Don't worry. You're going to be okay. I still need to get you out of here. Can you walk?"

Leah nodded and struggled to her feet, swaying unsteadily. "We need to take Primrose. I can’t leave her here." she whispered faintly, her throat raw.

"The scared woman?" Raymond asked over at the cage. At Leah's nod, he went and unlocked the cage. "Come on. You need to trust me."

Primrose didn't look like she trusted him at all, but darted out of the cage and over to Leah, helping to hold her up. 

"What about me?" Bebe pouted, posing her body lewdly, "Don't you want me?" She laughed as Raymond locked the cage, leaving her behind and helped the two women out of the room.

The two men brought them back to the office. They made some lewd comments and Carlton groped Leah the way a common thug might,"Look what I found downstairs, Boss."

Vincent took a look at the two women and gave an evil smile to Alexis, "Looks like that should just about take care of what you owe Mr. Perez."

Alexis' eyes bulged, "You can have the naked one, but you can't take the other. There is another one downstairs. Take her instead."

Vincent slapped Alexis, "I don't think you are in any position to give orders here. We are going to take what we want, unless you would rather pay your debt to Mr. Perez, yourself. Say, by the hour."

Raymond felt a streak of wickedness rising in him, "Hey, Boss. This one can't go out like this. It's too cold outside. Maybe Miss Alexis here wouldn't mind sharing."

Vincent grinned, "Now that's a good idea. Take off your clothes, Alexis, or I'll have the boys help you."

With as much dignity as she could muster, Alexis stood and removed her clothing. Raymond handed the clothes to Primrose and told her to dress. It wasn't enough. His anger at her was too great.

"I think we ought to lock her up downstairs, so she won't be any problem," Carlton suggested in a very cold tone. He would really like to take one of the whips to her, but this would have to suffice.

Vincent perked up as he noticed the fear that flickered over Alexis’ face, "What did you have in mind?"

Raymond caught the idea and walked over to Alexis catching her chin in his hand, forcing her to look into his eyes, "Seems she has this box that she is fond of using."

"You wouldn't dare!" she hissed back in fury.

Raymond let a slow, evil grin spread over his face. This would be justice indeed.

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Leah snuggled into the softness of the bed and felt the warmth of Primrose snuggled up next to her. She still couldn't believe that the nightmare was over. It had been almost six months now since Carlton had taken her out of the box, and each morning she still woke with her heart in her throat until she remembered she was free.

Careful not to disturb Primrose, Leah slid out of the bed and slipped on the thick robe and warm slippers. She remembered the shopping trip with Ming when she had picked them out. Most of Alexis' money was now theirs and she could have whatever she wanted. Leah had turned down the luxurious silk robes as they reminded her too much of time up in Carlton’s slave room, and opted instead for the comfort of fleece.

Reveling in the comforting ritual of making coffee, Leah pondered her feelings for Carlton. How many sessions had she had with her therapist already about this? What part of her "love" for him was out of his manipulation of events? What had he really done to make her love him? She could so clearly remember that first night on the plane and her fear, her shame and his forced control of her. That was not gestures of love. That was control.

She took her coffee to the small sunroom and sat among her plants, letting herself calm and prepare for the day. Primrose still had a long way to go. Leah thought of her like a sister and made sure that when Raymond got them new identity papers, that they had the same last name. Leah wanted to be sure that no one and nothing ever hurt Primrose again. She just wished that there were some way for her to find the other women and rescue them.

There was a soft tapping and Leah looked up. Carlton stood nervously at the door of the sunroom. He was early. She gave him a fond smile and waved him in.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have any extra coffee ready,” she said. She still found herself oddly nervous around him. It was a strange case of nerves and arousal. Part of her wanted to beg him to run his hand over her skin, to touch her until she screamed his name in passion – and part of her wanted to keep him on the other side of the room. Her therapist told her to give it time.

“It’s okay. I really just wanted to be with you.” He took the seat next to her and handed her a bag from a stationary store. “A small gift for you.”

Curious, Leah opened the bag. “Oh, now this is all romantic of you.” She teased as she took out some pads of paper and a box of pens. “Don’t tell me you want me to write down things for you to read?”

Carlton blushed. “No. Actually, um. I thought you might find them useful when you start school again. You are going to make a fine lawyer, Leah. I am very proud of you.”

Leah took a drink of her coffee and looked at Carlton. He had changed in the last six months. At first he had tried to woo her back with expensive gifts, but after being rejected and some conversations with Raymond, he had taken the time to get to know Leah. It had its awkward moments, but there were times – like right now – when he got it. And those times gave her hope.

“I have something else for you,” he shifted a bit uneasily in his seat, “I know I should have consulted with you before I did this, but it was on the spur of the moment.”

Leah felt the hope fade, “You know I won’t accept expensive gifts.”

Carlton stood and walked back to the hall, “I think you might accept this one.”

She took another drink of her coffee and then gave a sigh of disgust. Just when she thought he understood. She heard him coming back and turned to speak and stopped in surprise. He was standing in the doorway with his hands on the shoulders of a very beautiful black girl who probably wasn’t more than a few months past her eighteenth birthday. She was barefoot and wore one of Carlton’s dress shirts. The look in her eyes told Leah she had been a slave.

“I was at a meeting last night,” Carlton began before Leah could speak, “meeting with some clients. They had Shalani here and were talking about selling her. Before I knew it, I had bought her. In the car, I gave her the papers and her freedom in the car, but she really needs somewhere to stay for awhile. 

“I had a thought that maybe we could work together. Maybe set up a foundation of sorts or something. I have an appointment this morning to talk with Interpol to turn over the names of the slavers that I know and maybe work with them from the inside. I am hoping that you and Ming would be willing to work with them on the outside.”

He guided Shalani to a chair and stood in front of Leah, “I know it won’t ever make up for what I did to you, but it is one small way that I can tell you that I love you.”

She reached out and took his hand in hers and felt his fingers wrap warmly around hers, strong, firm yet gentle – and knew that they had a long and interesting future together.