3 comments/ 31678 views/ 8 favorites The Buyer Ch. 01 By: cinnamyn Anna could feel her heart pounding as she knelt, the centrepiece of the room, head respectfully tilted down. Whenever she thought she could get away with it, her eyes flicked between the two men talking to one another, comfortably seated in armchairs at either end of the coffee table. She was cold, but she wasn't sure the tingling of her skin was from that or from fear. They talked about the news of the day, the weather, books they'd read lately. They exchanged some light gossip disguised as asking after mutual acquaintances and business partners. Once Mark caught her looking, and an almost imperceptible lift of his eyebrow sent her gaze immediately back to the floor. She kept her eyes down for a good while after that, then looked to the buyer. He didn't look cruel. He was well dressed but a little uncomfortable. Mark's easy chatter slowly disarmed the buyer, though it could also have been the whiskey he'd offered at the start, and Anna could hear the excitement growing in the buyer's voice as the conversation wandered. They discussed terms. The duration was to be one month. The price had been set at auction. There were, of course, no limits or rights reserved to Anna. And it was understood that she would serve the buyer as enthusiastically and skillfully as she did Mark. She had agreed to it, even asked for it. He always knew how to persuade her. The Buyer Ch. 02 The buyer didn't speak as he led Anna to the car, or on the drive home. He had directed her to the back seat, passenger side, where she sat looking at her hands fidgeting in her lap. She allowed herself one or two glances out the window, but the contrast between the normal daylight world and the reality of her life was too much for her to deal with right now. Better to keep herself focused on her work. They arrived at his home, a well-appointed flat on the quays with a stunning view of the river. She had crawled from the car park to the lift, then into the flat, when he finally motioned for her to stand. He watched her carefully as she took everything in. "I'm in Dublin on a two year contract," he explained as her eyes ran over the clean shelves, the tasteful art on the walls, the desk with a high-end laptop, pad of paper, and nice pen, the pristine kitchen through a door she could just see. "This suits my needs while I'm here, and it's serviced regularly." He tugged the leash and she turned towards him, her perception of the rest of the flat falling away as she focused instantly and completely on him. "You will also suit my needs for the next month. They are not complicated. I want a fucktoy, a willing play partner, an outlet for the stresses of my job, and something pretty to wear around town. I'm assured you can do all of this and more." Anna nodded. "I will, Master." She took a breath. Her corset was starting to feel uncomfortably tight and she wished she could see herself to make sure everything was still in the right place. She watched his face as he spoke, meeting his eyes, and he didn't ask her to look down. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. He stepped forward and pulled her in by the leash, his other hand taking her hair in a fist, kissing her suddenly. She blinked and gasped and kissed back after only a moment's hesitation, matching his intensity, her arms slipping around him. He pressed to her, and she felt his cock bulging against his trousers. Good, she thought, he likes the hunger, I can do this. She tightened her arms around him and dug in her nails, feeling his back arch against her. He groaned against her lips and she smiled, her heart beating faster with every positive response. Her hand slipped down to the bulge between them and squeezed. He growled and broke the kiss, stepping back and tugging the leash as he stepped backwards. She smiled seductively and stepped towards him. 

He turned, the movement tugging her forward another few steps, closer to him, and walked into the bedroom. Once there, he coiled the leash around his hand and used it to pull her close then down onto the bed. She bounced and fell back as directed, stretching and spreading her legs. He looked down and tossed the end of the leash aside, slipping his fingers under the crotch of her panties and snapping them against her cunt. "Off," he said simply, and she scrambled to obey, slipping them down along garter straps and stockinged legs, kicking them to the side. She looked back up to him in time to see him smirk at her smooth pussy, the folds already wet with anticipation. 

 The moment stretched into infinity, and Anna felt herself flushing with heat and creeping fear. What if he didn't like her? What if he preferred a little hair "down there?" What if she didn't look right, or appealing enough? She was fairly confident that he had a good idea of her general shape and found it pleasing, but what if...

 Her concerns were dismissed with a nod and a wave of his hand. "Lovely," he said, his voice clouded with lust. "Now turn over." She did, and his hands immediately went to her ass and tugged. "Kneel up." As she did he took up the leash again and yanked, drawing a cry from her throat as she arched up towards him in response. A few more tugs and prods eventually guided her into the position he wanted, body arched and ass in the air, framed in his view by the black corset and garters holding up the black thigh-high stockings encasing her legs. She spread her legs a little more and he growled again, leash taut from his hand to her collar as he gripped her ass and plunged his cock into her waiting pussy. 

 Anna couldn't move much but did what she could, every thrust of his cock into her making her gasp and cry out, her entire body echoing with the sensations. She didn't know how long it was, but he came, filling her as she moaned and clenched around him, then he paused for a long moment before pulling out. "Good," he said, his voice tired. She slipped to her side, twisting and looking back at him and smiling. He smirked down at her, and she remembered what she was supposed to do, drawing herself to her hands and knees again and moving to the edge of the bed, head darting forward so she could clean his cock with her lips and tongue. He chuckled and let out a satisfied groan. "Very good..." and trailed off as she worked. She was careful to get every drop of cum and juices, only slurping a little, then drew her lips off of him slowly and looked up at him through her eyelashes. Now what? He stared down at her for what felt like a very long time, and she felt herself start to blush. The moment broke as he smirked again and waved her away. "You're done for tonight. Clean up, yourself and the room. Your stuff is in the wardrobe in the spare room. Wait for me in the living room when you're done, naked." "Yes Master," she said with a swallow, catching her breath and collecting herself, twisting and slipping off the bed. She hesitated, the end of the leash in her hand, not sure what she should do with it. The buyer ignored her and went into his bathroom, and she heard him turn on the water for his shower. She nodded and looked down. "Yes Master," she repeated. She detached the leash and rolled it up neatly, placing it on the bedside table, then gathered up the hastily removed clothes and found a laundry hamper. She straightened the bedclothes. Then she padded silently off to the spare room where she found her clothes and lingerie unpacked and in the wardrobe as promised. Still disoriented and fuzzy-headed from the sex she managed to find the shower in the hall bathroom, towels, and her other effects. She showered quickly, plaited her hair, then curled up on the couch to wait, gazing out the window at the river. The buyer emerged in a thick bathrobe and nodded appreciatively when she stood to acknowledge his entrance. "Now. I'm going to sleep. You'll sleep in there," he said, motioning to a corner of the room she hadn't looked carefully at before. Now that her attention was directed to it, she saw there was a cage, tastefully hidden. Her eyes widened and she looked to the buyer. He was watching for her reaction, smirking again. "There's a blanket, I hear you get cold. Go on, I'll lock it behind you." Anna gawked for a moment before catching herself and obeying. The cage wasn't big enough for her to stand up or stretch out in, but it wasn't uncomfortably cramped either. There was, as promised, a blanket. She crawled in and turned around, looking up at the buyer from all fours as he closed and latched the door. He crouched and looked in at her. "I'm really going to enjoy you." After a few more moments of staring, he stood up and left, turning off the light. The glow of the streetlights outside bathed the room in an eerie orange glow. Anna shivered a little and wrapped herself in the blanket, curling up tight and closing her eyes, willing sleep to come. The Buyer Ch. 03 Anna awoke with the sun, confused for only a moment in the unfamiliar surroundings. She squirmed and stretched one limb at a time, as much as she could in the small space, and smoothed her hair. Her fingers brushed the collar at her neck and her worries eased a little with the reminder of her Sir. She wondered if or when she'd be let out, then curled up again in the blanket, arms wrapped around herself, staring towards the windows until she started to doze. The buyer's alarm clock sounded from the bedroom, jarring her awake again. As he hit the snooze alarm she collected herself once again, and by the time he emerged from the bedroom she was wide awake. Hunger, she thought to remind herself of what he would like, and she unfolded, bringing herself to her hands and knees as he came into view. He was wearing only the bathrobe she'd seen the night before, hanging open to display his protruding cock. He smiled sleepily when he saw her, lust smoldering in his half-lidded eyes. Standing close to the cage he reached in and grabbed her at the back of her head by her hair, pulling her against the cage. She gasped and her lips parted, and he shoved his cock into her mouth without further ceremony or introduction. Anna steadied herself by clinging to the cage, fingers tight around the bars, her eyes closed tight and her lips and tongue and throat setting themselves in a perfect hole for him to fuck. The buyer thrust deep into her throat, his other hand dropping to her neck and grabbing her collar, pinning her in place as he slaked his morning lust on her. Just as she thought she would choke and fade away, Anna felt the first jets of cum shoot into her throat, relief flooding her as she swallowed each one. Her tongue swirled hungrily as she lapped up as much as she could, able to breathe again, tension releasing from her body. The buyer didn't let go, though, and Anna felt his cock change in her mouth. Rather than relaxing slowly it became harder again with the movements of her tongue, and after a few breaths he started to thrust into her again. She flicked her eyes up to him in confusion, fingers tightening around the bars of the cage as she steadied herself against the renewed onslaught of thrusts into her raw throat. He looked down at her and smirked, his voice thick. "So you are good enough to get more, what a good slut. That ad was...not...lying..." His words trailed off as he fucked her harder, stretching and tipping his head back, his strokes lengthening as his cock pushed deeper into her throat then released again, sending more streams of cum into her. Anna stared up in shock, not so much that she forgot what to do with herself, but barely able to process what was happening. This time when she felt the orgasm subside and started to curl her tongue around his cock he pulled out, easily resisting her greedy suckling. He stared down at her as she gaped up at him, then he grinned and unlocked the cage. "I'm not done yet, you insatiable cumslut." He grabbed her collar in his fist and pulled her over to the couch. She crawled as fast as she could, then settled between his legs as he fell onto it and tugged her in. "Keep going," he said breathlessly. She did. The sixth orgasm was longer than the previous ones, and he pulled her head in with both hands. She held her breath and trembled, then he released her. She kept her lips on his cock, but he shook his head and batted her away. "Good girl," he said, shaking his head as she rocked back on her heels. "Very good girl. The kitchen has breakfast stuff, make me some. Twenty minutes. Eggs runny in the middle, don't overcook them." Anna nodded quickly. "Yes, Master." She swallowed, then stood quickly and padded silently to the kitchen. Behind her, she heard him stand after a few moments and head back to his bedroom. Twenty minutes is plenty of time to make breakfast when you know where everything is and what to make. Anna stood in the kitchen, naked save for the gold collar, and turned slowly as she looked at the presses and drawers, staving off a flash of panic. She went from one end of the kitchen to the other, opening every door, then stood in the middle again and looked at everything at once. From the ingredients in the pantry she guessed at what the buyer would consider a suitable breakfast, glanced at the clock on the wall, and started working. When the buyer emerged, fully dressed for work, Anna was just scooping the eggs out of the pan and onto a plate. She'd set a place for him at the table, tea already there, and she brought the plate over as he sat down. "Is there anything else you'd like?" He took a piece of brown bread and prodded the yolk of the egg, smirking as it burst and spilled goo around the rashers and sausages. "No. Sit down. Do you drink tea?" Anna had already helped herself to a mug of tea as she'd cooked, and she smiled. "I do, Master." She picked up her mug and sat down, watching carefully as the buyer ate, gauging his response to each item so she could change or improve it next time. He seemed satisfied, and worked his way through the entire breakfast without conversation. When he was done, he leaned back against the chair and took a long sip of tea. "You'll be by yourself for the day, you should know what to do with yourself in that time." Anna nodded slowly and glanced at the kitchen, which looked like some kind of destructive natural disaster had been through it. "Usually you'll have dinner ready, but tonight we're going out. Dress up and be ready for 7:00. Do you have any questions?" Anna looked into her tea and considered. "Is there anything specific you'd like me to see to today, or should I just make sure the flat is clean?" The buyer shook his head. "Nothing today. Just be ready." Anna nodded. "How should I greet you when you come home?" A smile stole across his face. "You are well trained, aren't you? Just be ready. We'll see what mood I'm in." Anna nodded again. "Yes, Master." With that, the buyer finished his tea, picked up his bag, and left for the day. The Buyer Ch. 04 Anna worked her way through the flat starting with the kitchen, still naked as she tidied and scrubbed. She found a radio in one of the closets and carried it with her from room to room, switching idly between music and talk radio in an effort to keep both her mind and her soul lively. As she washed the floors in the kitchen she reviewed the sex and the blowjob for things she should have picked up on but might not have, and thought about other things she should do or try. As she dusted the tops of frames in the living room she thought about the proposals for the national budget being debated and picked apart which ones she thought would be most likely to encourage job creation. As she changed the sheets on the buyer's bed, she wondered what Mark was up to. Was there a girl making his bed right now? What was the time difference between Dublin and Hong Kong, anyway? Who would see to his needs? Would they know what he liked best, or would he have to remind them over and over? A familiar song started on the radio and she paused mid-pillow-fluff, lost for a moment. The reminder of Mark was intense enough to be painful, and she sank slowly to the edge of the bed, staring into space. It was the first time she'd allowed herself to think of him, nothing but him, and how much she missed him. The feelings washed over her with the music, and as the last chords faded she steeled herself, walling off the overwhelming longing so she could continue with her duties. As the afternoon progressed, Anna made sure to take enough time to get ready without rushing or getting sloppy. At 6:45 she was ready to go, neatly put together in a modest but form-fitting black dress, her collar set off tastefully by the neckline. She turned off the radio and sat on the couch, legs crossed, one high-heeled shoe dangling from her toe, gazing out the window over the river. She stood when she heard the key in the lock, walking to the door and smiling and kneeling as the buyer entered. He shook his head. "No, stand. Let me see you." She did so, her smile widening, and he took a long look at her from head to toe. Anna wasn't sure if she was being inspected or admired. She tipped her head forward respectfully and kept her eyes lowered until he spoke. "Let's go." When she lifted her eyes she saw he'd offered his arm, and she took it as they went. The buyer was silent on the way out except to instruct the taxi driver where to take them, but started to chat after they were seated at their table. The restaurant was dimly lit and classy, and Anna relaxed into the role of new girlfriend that their surroundings and the buyer's slightly awkward attempts at conversation seemed to suggest. They picked wine together, but the buyer asked Anna to narrow her own meal selection to two dishes that he made the final decision on. She accepted this without batting an eyelash, and as they started on their first glass of wine they eased into conversation. Anna asked about what he did, where he was from, and what films he'd seen lately. They chatted about books and ideas; it seemed he mostly read business "literature," which Anna had no patience for, but they were able to talk about the concepts presented in some of his favourites. She gently steered the conversation towards sex and relationships twice, but was met with abrupt changes of subject and she eventually let it go. He paced them through a single bottle of wine over the course of the entire meal, and by the time they left Anna was clear headed but relaxed. She tingled a little and thought about what she would do to him later that night. They continued to chat on the way back from dinner, though Anna found herself doing more of the talking as they drew closer to the flat. When they returned he locked the door behind them and gave her a long look, eyes running over her form in the long dress. "Take everything off. Then come into the living room." 

She nodded, a tiny bow in the movement, and murmured "Yes Master," before turning quickly and heading into the bedroom, her heels clicking on the floor until she kicked them off in front of the closet. She emerged a few moments later, naked and smooth and soft, wearing only the gold collar locked around her neck, and started to kneel at the door to the living room. 

 He shook his head, gesturing for her to come over to the table where he stood. She did, and as soon as she reached the large oak table he put a hand on her back and pushed gently. She folded forward, instinctively reaching across the table and holding the other side, stretching herself out. "Good girl," he murmured, and walked to the other side, cuffing her wrists and securing them to something she couldn't see and tightening until she was stretched hard against the table. "Try those," he commanded, and she tugged. There was no give in the restraints. "Try harder," he said again. She squirmed and obeyed, clenching her hands into fists and pulling as hard as she could, bracing herself against the table. They held fast. "Good girl," he said again, then walked behind her. 

 Anna shifted a little on the table, rotating her body and testing her range of motion. A moment later she felt cuffs at her ankles, securing them in place against one another. She wiggled more, her body wedged into place in a hard L against the table, then settled again, taking a long breath. 

 "That'll do," he said, and Anna listened carefully as he walked around, beyond her peripheral vision. A few moments later she felt him standing beside her, then lay something across her ass. She froze and tensed, believing until the last possible moment that what she thought was going to happen would not actually happen...then all doubt was erased as he lifted the cane and brought it down hard across her buttocks. 

 Anna screamed, as much from surprise as pain. She twisted her head around to try and look at him, eyes wide, "No marks, no damage, that was in the contract," she protested desperately, her mind filled with fear of what would happen when Mark saw her ass striped with welts. 

He replied with another smack of the cane, and she cried out again. "I have to return you undamaged." Another stroke, this one making her eyes water, positioned slightly lower down. She realized in horror he was working his way down her ass. "So I have to do this early." The next stroke fell. "Leave time for you to heal up." And another, moving over the curve of her ass and down towards her thighs. She struggled against the restraints, trying to find weaknesses in them, trying desperately to get away, and failing. 

 By the time he'd reached the backs of her knees she stopped trying to get away and could only cry out and pull against the restraints. She gibbered more protestations, but those eventually fell away. He spoke between strokes but she stopped understanding the words, blinded and deafened by pain and fear, mind racing. 

 He worked his way down her legs, then returned to her ass and worked his way up her back as her screams rose and fell. When he'd finished, he uncuffed her ankles, turned her over so her arms were crossed and her tits faced up, secured her ankles again, and laid a progression of stripes from her tits to her toes, not even sparing the smooth mound of her pussy. 

 Anna sobbed helplessly, gasping for a long while after he'd finished, eyes closed tightly shut as he admired his handiwork. "Lovely," he murmured. Anna's entire body was on fire, and when he uncuffed her she was only able to slide weakly off the table, crumpling into a heap at his feet. "I don't expect you'll be moving much tonight, but you still have to sleep in the cage." He nudged her with his foot, and she shuddered, summoning the last of her strength to crawl over to the cage, enter it, then curl up, her entire world alight with pain. The buyer picked up his computer from the desk and went into his room, turning off the living room light as he left. Anna lay curled on the floor of the cage, arms wrapped around herself, shaking and willing herself to relax. It was a long time before she could, before the loud buzz of her panicked mind subsided and she found she could think again. Her body throbbed and she lay there for a moment, drawing a few long breaths. Then, and only then, she cried, unable to stop until she lost consciousness. The Buyer Ch. 05 The week passed, and the buyer settled into a pattern of using Anna in the mornings and evenings. She felt the effects of the caning but they didn't interfere with her duties, so she gritted her teeth and handled the pain and reminded herself it would not last On Saturday they enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, listening to the radio and chatting lightly about the news. When the afterglow of his morning orgasms faded to a pleased shimmer over tea, the buyer told her about his plans for that evening. "There's a work thing on," he explained. "Most people will have dates, and it looks better if I have one. So you'll come with me." Anna only paused a moment before responding. "Of course, Master. What's the dress code?" "I have a dress for you hanging in the spare room that'll be appropriate," he replied. His lip curled in a smirk as Anna's eyebrows raised just a fraction. "I know what size you are." "I never doubted it," Anna replied with a smile. "It's a black-tie event, so you should look your best. I'm assured you know how to present yourself." He paused as Anna nodded. "You should be pretty but not interesting. You should be a lovely accessory, not the talk of the party. You shouldn't distract from me. Do you understand?" Anna's face lit up with a flicker of a smile as she realized the buyer was implying, whether he intended to or not, that she was capable of being that interesting. She nodded again in acknowledgement. "I do understand, Master. Seen and not heard." The buyer nodded. "Good girl." The words, identical to Mark's words of praise, seemed to pass straight through her. He'd said it before but they hit her hard this time for some reason. Anna felt her cheeks flush and hoped her sudden feelings of longing didn't show on her face. The buyer had turned his attention to his tablet though, and so didn't notice. Anna was allowed to take her time getting ready. The dress was black and elegant, and the buyer had provided appropriate accessories. She stood in front of the mirror for a long time, eyes tracing over the lines between the dress and her skin, making sure no trace of bruise or wound was showing. Then her focus changed, and she stepped back for a moment. I almost look like a real girl, she thought. Even wearing the collar, which she knew Mark had chosen intending her to be able to pass as his partner in public, she might have mistaken herself for a normal woman if she didn't know any better. Maybe even a pretty one... She closed her eyes and shook her head and turned away, looking around at the room that was now in disarray, then starting to tidy things up. The event itself, from what Anna could tell, was a reward for good work well done on a recent project. Dinner was served and there were some talks, but the real point of the evening was social. Anna listened and smiled and spoke when spoken to, or when the conversation seemed to call for it. She listened attentively and was charming to people she was introduced to. She stayed on the buyer's arm, and she followed his lead without looking slavish. The buyer seemed pleased. They chatted on the way back from the gala, Anna offering her observations on the people she'd met and the conversations they'd had. He listened and offered a few comments, asking a few questions, but not saying much. She wondered whether he was actually interested in what she had to say, but since he didn't show any indication that he wanted her to stop talking she continued to chatter, increasingly unsure of herself. The buyer walked her into the living room when they returned, holding her hand like a lover. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss, pressing to him and parting her lips. A shiver ran down her back as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, almost into her throat, almost making her freeze before she remembered how to close her lips around his. She closed her eyes. He took her hair in his fist, finding her hair clip. "Take this out," he growled, and she did, the clip clattering on the table as she tossed it aside. She barely had time to shake her hair out before he closed his fist in her hair again, pulling her face away from his and looking down at her. He raised his other hand to her cheek, touching it softly, gazing down at her, then pulled his hand away and slapped her Anna gasped and tensed, but knew this was just the warm-up. She didn't cry out, and she didn't pull away, the only response was the widening of her eyes and the tension in her body. He didn't miss that, though, and she saw the glint of cruelty in his eyes when she could focus again. "Take everything off," he said, releasing her hair. She nodded mutely, shaking her head a little to let her hair cascade freely down her back, and quickly peeled her clothes off. A part of her wondered why she was so eager to please quickly. She was hardly going to earn worse punishment if she was slower to obey. It was just an instinct... Moments later she had slipped out of her dress and lingerie and stood before him naked, eyes wide, breath quickened. He ran his eyes over her, and she tilted her head down, cheeks flushing at the heat of his gaze, swallowing as she waited. "You should taste," he said simply. She looked back up to him and dropped to her knees, moving closer to him and undoing his trousers to get at his cock, pulling it out. She took a breath as she gazed along its length, eyes resting on the thick mushroom head, thinking about how it felt against the back of her throat as he pushed it into her, a flash of a memory of Mark's cock crossing her mind. She pressed her lips to the head and swept her tongue over the tip, tasting the precum already there. The dress...it shows off my shoulders... she thought for the briefest of moments before he pulled her off again, his cock popping from her lips, her mouth dangling open stupidly as she drew a breath. "That's all you get," he said, stepping back, leaving her kneeling on the floor. "Into the bedroom. Kneel on the bed," he instructed. She went. She knelt at the bottom of the bed. When he came in he was naked, and he knelt at the other end. He crooked his finger, and she sank to her belly, her head between his thighs, supporting herself on her elbows. He doesn't like it when I use my hands, she thought to herself as she leaned forward and closed her lips around his cock again. This cock liked it slower and softer. More tongue, less hand. Get on it. She listened to his breathing change and worked her tongue with finesse, the little motions she'd discarded when working with Mark. It's been ages now, she told herself. Why are you still thinking of him? Focus, girl! He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her away again. His other hand went to her face and her eyes widened instinctively. "Look at that," he murmured. "Already afraid, and I haven't even started yet." He patted her cheek once, twice, then slapped her hard. She gasped and pulled away, but he held her fast. "So pretty. So sweet." A few light pats. "Why do I hurt you so?" A slap, harder this time. Her hands balled into fists instinctively and she struggled for a moment before catching herself, looking up at him and trembling imperceptibly. His hand was already on her face again, and he was still talking. "That hurts...it does, even though you're so sweet...you're probably used to people hitting softly..." A few soft pats to her face. Her lips parted, eyes wide with fear. "Close your mouth," he said. She did, with an effort of will. As soon as her lips closed, he hit her hard, leaving her ears ringing. A tiny voice, the only part of her that remained lucid, commented coolly from a great distance away in her head If you leave your mouth hanging open like that, he'll dislocate your jaw. His voice drifted down to her as he patted again. "But I don't hit softly, no..." Another little pat and a pause. "I...hit...hard." And he did. This time Anna struggled harder, longer, falling to her side, bringing her hands to her face to protect herself and whimpering louder. It took her longer to recover, to pull her hands away, and he tugged sharply at her hair to remind her. She straightened, bowed before him again, and he struck again. Harder this time. She cried out, falling, blinking back tears. Mustn't cry. No tears. Stop that, stupid girl. He switched hands, repeating it all on the other side. His stream of chatter kept her from falling entirely into her own head, and she heard and obeyed his commands. Close your mouth. Close your eyes. Put your hands behind your back. By the time he shoved her head back onto his cock she was on fire with tension and fear, forgetting for a moment to go slow, every fibre of her being pushing her to suck harder and faster. "There, that'll quiet you down," he said softly, fist still tight in her hair, pushing her into his cock until the thick head slipped down her throat. It did. "You love that, don't you?" he said as she worked, pulling herself together as she licked and sucked, her tongue playing along the underside of his cock the way he liked. She nodded, the motion drawing her lips along his length, and tried to concentrate. Just as she regained her composure, as she felt he was close to cumming, he pulled her off his cock and started again. She pulled, she struggled, she cringed. She tried to block him, in spite of herself. She crumbled into a quivering mass of fear and instinct, even as she tried to control herself. She brought this on herself. She'd asked for it. And to resist now would be entirely inappropriate. He eventually let her bring him to orgasm, her lips and tongue moving just so, every fibre of her being driven towards this moment. That cool, lucid voice chastised her. You think you'll be released when he finishes, don't you? Even after all this time, the multiples you've sucked out of him, you believe he'll empty himself into you and relax, done with you for now. Idiot. She worked harder. She pulled another orgasm from him, then another. She eased off between each one, listening to his breath and feeling his cock change, bouncing him from one to the next, swallowing every shot of cum as he fired it into her. Then, after four full loads of cum, he subsided. "I think the bottle is empty," he breathed, sagging back and unfurling his legs. Anna trembled, lips still closed around the cock, her breath coming fast. He pulled her up to him, stroked her hair softly, and told her she was a good girl. Then he let her shower, redo her plait, and curl up in the cage to sleep. The Buyer Ch. 06 Anna healed faster than either she or the buyer expected. The buyer played with her injuries, pressing his fingers into the fading bruises from the caning and teasing her with slaps that weren't as hard as the ones she'd felt after the party. When he drew his hand back she tensed, expecting the impact that would jar her brain, but it didn't happen. She grew accustomed to the pain he did inflict, and to her growing horror she found she didn't mind it as much as she did in the beginning. The hard touch of his hands still drew cries from her lips, but the fear didn't blind her anymore. It merely made her heart race. Thursday morning of the second week, Anna settled down to her knees next to the buyer after serving him breakfast and tea. Instead of tucking into breakfast as usual, he sat back and looked down at her, tea mug in his hand, sipping slowly. "I didn't think the marks would vanish quite so quickly," he said, tracing a finger around the curve of her breast that had been savagely bruised just days before. "You're full of unexpected delights. I can see why your owner cares so deeply for you." Anna didn't know what to say in response, so she remained quiet, hands on her knees, face tipped up and body a little stretched to receive his touch. "Tomorrow I'll be home a little early to get ready for another event. You'll have time to dress after I get home, so you won't need to worry about that ahead of time. Do you think you'll be able to appear on my arm again tomorrow night?" "Of course, Master," Anna replied. To herself, she thought, Do I have a choice? As promised, the buyer came home early Friday afternoon and ordered Anna into the bedroom suite. He'd hung a set of cuffs from the ceiling, both the cuffs and the mounting strong enough to hold several times Anna's weight. She stood below them, looking up, naked and waiting, as the buyer came in. He carried a dress on a hanger, which he set on a hook before walking over to Anna. "Stretch up," he ordered, and she did, having to stand up very straight for her wrists to reach the cuffs. He tightened them around her wrists, tested them, then quickly slapped her ass. She gasped and jumped, jerking in the cuffs. They held fast, and he nodded his approval, turning away to get the dress and a fine black pen. Anna gathered her focus and watched as he returned to her. He held up the dress against her body. It was black silk, like the last one, stretching to the floor in luxurious waves, not quite decadent. The back was open from below her waist to her neck, and the front covered her chest with two strips that tied behind her neck. The ties would dangle down her exposed back, and the sides of her body would be visible. Anna marvelled at how naked it was possible to be while still accepted in selective society. The buyer paid no attention to her thoughts, nor did he follow her gaze over the dress. He flicked the cap off the pen and started to draw along her body, pausing now and then to hold the dress to her, tracing out areas where he would leave her pale skin unmarked. "Pay attention to where I'm drawing," he said idly as he drew. "You'll need to wash it off before we go, and it'll be important that you don't miss anything, even if it's somewhere you can't see it. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." "Good girl." The buyer stepped back and recapped the pen, setting the dress back on the hook. Anna drew a breath and waited an endless moment, wondering what he would do, utterly unprepared for what actually happened. He cupped her smooth pussy in her hand, one finger pressing along her entrance to gauge her wetness. Her body responded immediately and she tightened, pulling herself up in the cuffs. "Very nice," he murmured. She didn't see his other hand pull back, and when the first stinging slap met her chest she cried out in surprise and pain. His hand didn't move from between her legs, starting to play with her clit, and her hips ground against him in spite of herself as he turned her tits pink, then red. The fiery mix of pain and pleasure overtook her as he pulled the first orgasm from her, then a second. When he stepped away she cried out in desperate need, watching him as he picked up a cane and returned to her, setting one end against the floor and the other along her sex, the motions of her hips dragging her clit along it. He smiled, his voice low and close in her ear. "This is exquisite, watching you try to get pleasure from the very thing I'm going to hurt you with." She could only whimper in response. As she came for a third time he moved blindingly fast, one hand back to her clit and the other whirling the cane around to strike her ass hard. She screamed, body writhing hard, wrists jerking at the cuffs as her hips ground into the buyer's hand. Anna lost track of everything. She didn't know how many times she came, or how long he tormented her. She didn't know when she stopped being able to stand, dangling from the cuffs as he bruised and marked her body precisely over the areas the dress would cover. When he released her, she sank to the floor, unable to stand, and he stood over her for a long moment, just watching. "Now go get ready. Your clothes will be in the spare room when you're done with your shower." Slowly, painfully, Anna gathered herself and made her way to the shower. Before they left the flat, the buyer ran his fingers over the collar locked around her neck. She searched his eyes for some hint of what he was thinking, but he just looked thoughtfully at it, then his gaze slid over her body, and they left together. This evening felt different from the previous event they'd attended. The buyer was clearly working the room, though Anna couldn't tell what his agenda was or who he was trying to work on. She was poised and polished, and if she needed to lean a little more heavily on the buyer's arm than she had the previous week it would have been impossible for anyone to tell the difference. She smiled and responded to conversation politely, but every time she thought her mind might clear the buyer would wrap an arm around her, or his hand would brush over her. His fingers would awaken one of the painful marks on her body, stealing her breath and focusing her sharply on maintaining her composure. After two weeks of renting her he had learned her body perfectly, keeping her off balance but not incapacitated. She would have been frightened if she'd had enough strength to think. The Buyer Ch. 07 They reached a lull in the evening, and the buyer walked Anna towards the back of the venue, pushing open a set of doors and entering the quieter corridors behind and around the building. The sounds of the party receded and were taken over by only the sound of Anna's heels clicking against the hard floor. "Where are we going?" she asked. "Here," he replied, turning a corner and stopping at a table. It was one of many random pieces of easily moved furniture that could be used for the different kinds of events the venue hosted. The buyer turned Anna to face him, her ass pressed against the corner of the table. "Pull your skirt up." Anna only hesitated a moment before obeying, drawing the silk up along her legs. She looked up to the buyer who watched her cooly, nodding a little "Keep going." He waited until the hem was at her waist before telling her to stop, then taking the little handbag he'd given her to accessorise the dress. She'd thought it was empty, and was surprised when he pulled a small box from it. Inside was a small silver egg. He picked it up, a wicked grin flickering over his features, and looked back to Anna. His hands went to her bare pussy, finding her already wet. He parted the folds of her labia and pressed the egg against her entrance, laughing softly as she tensed instinctively. The egg slipped in with only a little resistance, and she gasped as it did, clenching around it. The buyer brought his fingers to her lips and she opened her mouth obediently, wrapping her tongue around his fingers without him needing to ask, cleaning her juices from his hand. Once that was done, he took out his phone and swiped a series of gestures across its face. The egg inside her pussy began to vibrate, and Anna gasped before she could think, taken by surprise. "Perfect," the buyer murmured, then took her collar and pulled down sharply. "On your knees now." She sank quickly, looking up for only a moment before bringing her hands to his belt and freeing his cock, knowing instinctively this was what she was supposed to do. He took the collar in both hands and pushed her head against the wall before thrusting his cock into her open mouth. She cried out, the sound muffled on his cock, and wrapped her arms around him as much for balance as to pull him in, as it became clear quickly this would not be a finessed or high quality act, she wouldn't get to show off her skill. She was just there to be fucked. The egg vibrated against the walls of her pussy as the buyer thrust deep into her throat, making her gag and choke and struggle for air. Every time he pinned her head to the wall he bled off a little more aggression into her until finally releasing his cum into her, nearly choking her as she struggled to swallow every drop. Almost immediately he reached for his phone and the toy inside her stopped moving. She whimpered as he pulled out of her mouth, and she sank against the wall once he was no longer holding her up. "Fix your makeup," he ordered, pointing in the direction of a ladies' room. "We're not done yet for the night, and you need to be polished and back on my arm." Once again Anna struggled to her feet and slipped carefully away to clean up and make herself presentable. They returned to the party looking composed and calm. Anna had found the tiny handbag packed with everything she needed to touch up her face and fix her hair, and focusing sharply on the task brought her back into reality. As the buyer worked another slow circuit around the room he teased her, turning the little egg on and off at different intervals. Sometimes he took his phone out to do it, sometimes it seemed to happen on its own. Sometimes he'd take his phone out for something entirely different. Anna kept herself outwardly composed, though she felt she would come apart at any moment. It was a relief when they said their goodbyes, and Anna forgot names and faces instantly as they exited the building. "I'm not done with you," the buyer said as he opened the door to a taxi for her to slip in. He walked around to the other side and sat down, instructing the driver to take them to his flat on the quays, then lowered his voice, his gaze forward to watch the road ahead. When they returned Anna slipped her shoes off and padded quietly to the bedroom. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to take what the buyer would have in store for her, but she also knew she didn't have a choice. She'd been trained to give, and that training was all that held her together sometimes. Once she reached the bedroom suite she stood under the cuffs once again. This time she looked down to her bare feet amidst the pool of silk formed by the hem of the dress. The buyer entered behind her. She heard him pour himself a drink, the clink of ice against a crystal tumbler. She listened to him take a sip then set the drink down, and only then did he fix her wrists in the cuffs for the second time that day. Anna hung there, on her toes for a few minutes then slowly starting to sink as fatigue took over. The buyer watched her move, swirling his drink idly, then eventually setting it down again. He walked towards her, then slowly around behind her, his gaze weighing heavily on her. His fingers brushed over the ties at the back of her neck, then he walked the rest of the way around her, slowly, eyes running down the length of her body. "Such a pretty thing," he murmured, half to himself. Anna thought he meant the dress, but as his fingers trailed over her skin she realised she might be wrong about that. Before she could chase down the thought he grabbed the front of the dress and pulled hard, forcing her off her feet and making her body swing. The fragile straps broke, her chest bare underneath and suddenly revealed. She looked down, the bruises that had been hidden dark and angry against pale skin. Now the rest of me will be marked to match, she thought to herself. The buyer looked approvingly over the front of her body, running his hands over her and pausing to dig his thumbs into a bruise here and there. He left one hand on her belly as he walked around behind her again, trailing his fingers around her along the border of the dress. Taking hold of it on either side of the zipper he pulled hard, the sound of tearing silk loud in Anna's ears. The dress fell, leaving her naked. She tightened her hands into tiny fists in the cuffs, tense, trying to prepare herself for what would come. There wasn't much of her left unmarked, and it didn't take long to cover her back and arms with pain. He touched her face, tracing over her cheek and jaw before bruising her there too, leaving her cheek bruised and her lips swollen and split. Anna was dimly aware of his voice through the haze of pain, and his hands on her body, finding her wet and needy, teasing her but not offering release. When he was satisfied with his work he stepped back and took another long look as Anna floated in the mix of pain and need and confusion. "Perfect," he said softly, then released her wrists from the cuffs. Without anything to hold her up, Anna sank to the floor, too weak to stand. He turned away from her and undressed, slipping calmly out of his evening clothes and setting them aside, then sat down in his armchair. He picked up his drink, took a sip, and watched Anna silently. Anna knew what she was supposed to do, though when he started undressing she wasn't sure whether she'd be able to. By the time he sat down she'd gathered just enough strength to struggle to her hands and knees, starting to crawl towards him. She knew she wanted to feel him inside her, to experience the violence of his cock from the inside as hard as she'd been beaten on the outside, but that was a dim and confused desire. The thought that drove her to keep crawling, step by painful step, was that this was what the buyer wanted her to do right now. The only thing she needed to do was his will, and the only thing she needed to be was his. So she did, and was. He stood and took her from behind when she reached the chair, slowly fucking her into the floor as she slowly lost the ability to hold herself up. When he was done he left her there. It wasn't until much later in the night that she pushed herself up off the floor again and slowly, painfully, made her way back to the cage. She pulled it shut behind her, hearing the latch click. The Buyer Ch. 08 The month wore on. The bruises and welts faded again but were not replaced with new ones; the buyer found other ways to hurt her that wouldn't leave marks and breach the agreement. She learned what he liked and when, and gave it to him almost before he knew himself what he wanted. He didn't engage her in conversation as much as he did in the beginning, and they slipped into a comfortable silence when alone together. They went out for weekend nights and a few during the week, and Anna continued to be seen and not heard. She slept alone in the cage every night. He eventually stopped locking it, and she would emerge early in the mornings in order to gently coax him awake just before his alarm went off. Anna found, to her surprise, that she would miss the intense, all-consuming feelings that flowed around her as a result of the buyer's brutal treatment. As she curled up in the cage, unable to sleep, she tried to sort through her feelings and thoughts, with no success. She knew she missed Mark and needed to be home, that was clear. She also knew she reacted strongly to the buyer. He stirred her feelings, seemingly effortlessly. She didn't feel like she had a choice in what she did when he started to work with her. It felt more like being pulled along a river. Or over a waterfall. On the morning of their last full day Anna made breakfast as usual. Her mind wandered while she cooked, but snapped back to focus when the buyer came in and sat down. It still startled her when he asked her to sit at the table. "Beg pardon?" she asked, blinking. "Get your tea and have a seat, pet." He leaned back in his chair and waited for her to obey. When she did, hands wrapped around the mug for warmth, he spoke again. "Are you looking forward to being returned tomorrow?" "Yes, Master," Anna replied without hesitation. Her hands tightened around the mug of freshly prepared tea, the heat burning her palms, until she had to pull them away. "Have you enjoyed anything about this month?" Anna took a few moments to think, but couldn't answer. She looked down into her tea instead, pressing her hands to the mug again. This time she couldn't leave them on as long, and she pulled away again. "Or, I could ask, do you feel you've changed at all?" Anna flicked her eyes up to the buyer, conflict warring behind them. "Yes Master," she said again, a mirthless smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "I think I have." "How do you feel about that?" The mere thought of the pain he inflicted made her body react, parallel sensations of fear and arousal. She felt her heart beat harder as she struggled to articulate her thoughts, then finally settled for "It's confusing." "Confusing how?" He settled back in his chair, his gaze fixed on her. When she couldn't answer immediately, he asked "Have you ever been conditioned like this before?" "No, Master." She drew a breath, as if to go on, then stopped. "Would you want more?" Anna hesitated again. "It's not about what I want, it's about what my Sir requires of me." The buyer's voice sharpened. "I want a real answer from you. If you don't care, say so. If you dodge another question I will punish you. Do you understand?" Anna nodded quickly, her eyes widening and her body shrinking a little. "Now. I deeply enjoyed changing you. Did you enjoy being changed?" Anna nodded, somehow unable to form the words. "Would you want to keep those changes? Or would you prefer to naturally go back to what you were before?" "I don't know," she answered honestly. "It's hard to think straight around you." He gave a small smile at that. "Would you enjoy more?" Anna looked down, her cheeks burning, pressing her hands to her mug again but finding the tea had cooled enough that it didn't burn her palms anymore. "I don't know. That feeling of being scrambled is terrifying." "Has anyone made you feel that way before?" "Yes. But it was a different situation, I didn't know what was going to happen. Here, I didn't know what you were going to do, but I believed I was going to go home at the end no matter what. You bent the rules as far as you could but you haven't broken them, and I don't think you will." Another small smile tugged at his lip. "No, I won't." Silence stretched between them. Anna looked into her tea, and the buyer watched her sort through her emotions. She looked up to him and hesitated a moment before asking "Why did you bid for me?" The buyer laughed. "I wanted something pretty and entertaining for my stay, and you fit the bill." Anna was a little surprised. "You didn't see anything you were interested in, it was just a fun thing to do?" "Nothing more than that. I did find you particularly inspiring. We explored more than I would have otherwise. You're an excellent slave, and you are very easy to use." Anna nodded slowly, and he let the silence stretch between them again. "Did you want to ask me anything else?" "No, Master." The buyer stood up. "I'll see you when I get home from work, then." With that, he left. That night they fucked. Anna wasn't sure what to expect, but there were no twists, no turns, no complications. She was left alone that night, curled up in her cage, unable to sleep. By the time the sky started to lighten with the dawn she only knew for sure that she couldn't talk about any of the swirling thoughts in her mind, and that she hoped the feelings would fade when she was back under her Sir's care. She slipped out of the cage and walked quietly to the bedroom, thinking about how she would draw her lips over his cock to awaken him for the last time. The bed was empty when she stepped inside the door, and she paused, puzzled. She stared at the bed, tangled sheets showing he'd slept in it, but definitely wasn't there now. "Good morning pet," she heard him say from behind her, and she turned just a little too slowly. He had her by the collar before she could think, forcing her to her knees. Her lips parted instinctively as she gasped, and he pushed his cock into her, holding the collar with both hands to keep her head still. "I can't return you marked, harmed, or damaged. But you'll be thinking of me when I return you, and when your owner fucks you for the first time." He punctuated his words with sharp, savage thrusts of his cock, tearing into her throat hard enough that she knew what he meant. He left her throat and pussy bruised and aching, no damage visible, but in pain nonetheless. It would fade to a dull throb, she knew, that would reignite when she was taken again. It wasn't damage or lasting harm, and Anna knew she was helpless. When he was done he let out a deep sigh of satisfaction, tracing her jaw and gazing down at her. "You've been an excellent purchase my lovely. Go now, make breakfast while I shower, then you need to get ready to be returned." -- Anna wore the same outfit she'd worn when she was taken away. It was silly to think that it might give the impression that the month hadn't happened, but sometimes little flights of fancy were entertaining. She looked at herself carefully, checked her nails for the sixteenth time, and touched up her eyeliner. There were no marks on her body to indicate what had passed over the course of the month. She redid her lipstick. She had time for a few more nervous checks before he returned, walking in without announcement or fanfare, and clipped a leash to her collar. "Heel," he commanded, his voice clearly showing his lack of interest. She did without a word, dropping to her knees and crawling alongside him. He didn't ask her to kneel when he rang the doorbell to Mark's house. She looked up when Mark opened the door, meeting his eyes, and something electric passed between them. She would have sworn her heart stopped. Something crossed his face, a look she used to misjudge but that she now knew was lust, greedy and barely controlled, but carefully concealed, and she fell to her knees at his feet, throwing her arms around his legs, head pressed to him, trembling. She was already composing apologies in her mind, this behaviour was rude to the buyer and it was awkward for Mark for his slave to be this clingy. You reflect badly on your owner, she told herself, but batted the thought away. With her face buried in him she couldn't see him look down and smile warmly, his gaze softening a little. She did feel his hand go to her head and stroke her hair. "Good girl," he said softly, then looked to the buyer and held out his other hand for the leash. "Would you like to come in?" he asked. The buyer looked from Mark to Anna and back again then shook his head. "I don't think that's necessary." "Was she satisfactory?" The buyer nodded. "Entirely so. Will she be available for rental in the future? Anna's arms tightened around Mark almost imperceptibly. Mark's expression didn't change but his hand slipped protectively around Anna's head. "Anything could happen," he said lightly. "One never knows what the future will bring, right?" The buyer nodded again. "Well," he said. "Thank you." Mark extended his hand and they shook. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you." He looked down at Anna and tugged the leash just so. She fell to her hands and knees and crawled into the house as Mark closed the door, bringing her home.