4 comments/ 32759 views/ 5 favorites The Leader, The Badass, & The Freak By: CaitlyCate His stomach lurched when his father made an unsettling declaration. Stunned, Josh glared at his father's back as he left the store for his lunch break. He stared at the shutting front door, scowling, arms crossed. Josh wasn't sure how to break the news to his friends, his coworkers. Their tight trio was about to be interrupted if his dad went through with his plan. Even as store manager and the owner's son, he had no say in his father's decision. With no customers in the store, Josh forwent the fake, warm smile he had to force on his face. He gave the door his father left through the finger and went to the back of the store. He passed through the huge shelves full of used books crowding the small space and threw open the back office's door. His two colleagues had already decided to take a lunch break since business was slow that day. Josh felt too sick to eat and plopped down on the ragged couch. He rubbed his forehead and moaned. "This fucking sucks," he said with a drawn out whine. "What, Chief?" one of them asked as he tipped a near empty bag of chips to his mouth. Josh moaned in response. "Just fuckin say it," the other man said as he lit up his second cigarette, the only thing he ever had for lunch. "I'm fired, right?" "My dad isn't going to fire you 'cause you missed a few days." He sighed and smiled bitterly. "We're getting a new employee." The two of them stared at their manager. Both of them felt just as ill. "Well," Freak shrugged and tossed the empty, crumpled bag, "maybe he would make us a quartet. Gotta look at the bright side of things. But if it doesn't work out, we'll just get him fired." Josh's hands curled into fists. "My dad's hiring a woman." "Fuck me," Badass said and looked at the clock, hoping to get another cigarette in before his lunch break was up. "Can't you fight him on this?" Freak asked. "I'll try." He got up and went to his small locker. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. "She's gonna ruin everything we have here." He shook his head. "I guess it's to make him look better. Make him not look like a sexist for only hiring men or some shit like that." The three of them grieved in silence. The store was their domain. They had a system, they had secrets, they had parties after hours – parties that would get all, including Josh, fired if his father found out. They bent the rules, but Josh, the ringleader, kept the other two in line if they went too far. With a woman working there they would have to be well-mannered at all times. Josh cringed at the thought of smiling and being charming all day long. It was difficult enough putting on a show for his father when he visited the store two days a week. His visits decreased as his trust in his son's management skills grew. Josh laughed at his dad's ignorance. If only he knew what went on while he was gone. "Fuck it," Josh said and tapped the cigarette into the ash tray. "I'll figure something out." The bells on the front door jingled, signaling a customer. Josh groaned and flicked the smoldering stick away. "Freak, finish dusting the back row," he said and stood. "When this woman comes along, can we make her do the tedious work?" Freak asked. His leader said nothing and closed the door behind him. Josh approached the front counter and put a reluctant smile on his face. The young woman was already browsing the first shelf. "Hello, Miss. Can I be of any assistance?" The brunette turned to him. Her heart fluttered at the sight of the handsome man in front of her. His smile was sweet. His eyes were dark yet sparkling. There was a welcoming warmth about him. She adjusted her thick-framed glasses and ducked her head when she felt herself blushing. "I was just checking this place out. What do you have here?" Her timid speech and slumped shoulders annoyed him. Her attire was pitiful and screamed geek. Her blunt hair was half pulled back – a sweet and dull style. Her makeup was as simple as mascara and blush. She was barely beautiful. "We have anything and everything," he said with his arms spread. He dropped them to his sides. "Let me know if you need anything." He did an about face then took a step back when she called out to him. He quickly smiled and turned back to her. "Actually...I was wondering..." She cleared her throat and stood straight. "I am passionate about books." The corners of his lips dropped a little. He knew what was coming next. "And I'm looking for a job." His annoyance turned to unreasonable hatred. "So, I was curious. Are you guys hiring?" His head started to shake but stopped when his dad came into the shop. Startled by the bells, she turned to the older man carrying a paper bag with his to-go lunch inside. "Hello, welcome," he greeted her. "Can I help you?" Josh's smile dropped entirely. "Yes, I was wondering if you were hiring?" she asked. Josh gritted his teeth from her high pitched voice. The relieved smile of his father's face made his son even more nauseated. "Talk about being at the right place at the right time! As a matter of fact, we are hiring." His father ducked behind the front counter and took an application from a dusty stack of papers. Josh studied her smile and felt more irritable than ever. She turned to him with a smile; he reciprocated with one although he was far from amused. "Here you go," he handed her the paper. She examined it briefly. "And your name is..." "Charlotte." They shook hands, then she nodded to Josh who was backing away slowly. "I will fill this out ASAP." She turned to the door. "Thanks!" she squeaked and left. Josh turned to his father. "If you hire her, I'm quitting." "And where will you go?" His question silenced his son. When Josh had no answer, his father walked away, shaking his head. "Spoiled rotten..." he mumbled. His son resented his father holding his job over his head. He failed at every job he tried for because of his passive aggressive attitude and problems with authority. Pissed at his father's threat, he sulked throughout the day and avoided him. The woman had returned with the application. Josh hid as his father took care of it. Just after seven when the store closed, his father gathered the three of them for a meeting to announce that the sweet, young lady that stopped by that day was hired. He went on about how her charm would help the store's image, that it also needed a feminine touch. Looking directly at his son, he said that her cheery attitude would make the customers feel more welcome and willing to come back. Josh comprehended the silent message. He was a light switch. He was seemingly charming until a customer gave him problems. His dark nature was powerful and impulsive. As his father continued, Josh looked to the side and said nothing. "She starts tomorrow. I expect that she'll be treated with respect. Watch your language and abide by the rules." He narrowed his eyes on his son. "I'm expecting you to be on your best behavior around this young lady." He shot a glare at his father. "I'm twenty-five. You don't need to speak to me like I'm a child." "Then stop acting like one." Josh rolled his eyes like he did at thirteen. "You're a manager, dammit. You won't be for very long if you keep this up." "Then where will I go?" he asked, his voice heavy with sarcasm. "Honestly, I don't care anymore. I'm done helping you." The two others heard the father-son argument many times before, but they never heard the owner give up on his son. "I expect all of you to be on time," he said and tossed a "goodnight" over his shoulder as he left. Freak and Badass responded with a "goodnight" back. Neither hated their boss. He was fair and lenient with them. A moment of quiet passed before Josh stood. "Lock up," he told the others. "I have to go." On the way back to his apartment, he fought temptation to call his therapist and rant. He didn't care if he was intruding on her personal time again. The last session made him leave early in rage. He couldn't bear to hear the revelations about his apathetic and dark feelings that they spent months deciphering. He hated having to go. It was a condition by his father for him to keep working at the shop. The last session from two days ago played in his head. For once during an appointment, he kept his eyes off of her legs and paid attention. He mostly looked at the floor then raised his eyes when she said she reached a conclusion about his problems. "The repressed sadomasochistic feelings are going to make you last out," she said, hands folded on her crossed legs. "But I get plenty of it at the parties. And prostitutes help." "But that's just sex. You have no emotional connections to your playmates." Her eyes squinted, thinking of how to get him to understand. "You have no romantic partner in your life to do these sessions with. You're alone even though you're surrounded by sex." Her smile was grim yet sympathetic. "You need a woman, a woman you can love, a woman who can love you and fulfill the emotional hole you've created by making SM solely physical." She looked him straight in the eye. "With her, sex will have meaning." The last sentences felt like an attack. He reacted inappropriately by storming out and slamming her door shut. It was normal for him to act like a child when listening to truths about him, truths that he refused to face. He ignored it all by delving into BDSM to cure his sexual needs, but sessions with strangers didn't take all of the hurt away. He acknowledged he was headed down a destructive path. He felt the damage he had done would never attract a woman, especially one willing to be a submissive. He needed a woman to save him, one that would love him back and serve his needs. ~ Freak moped and regarded his two friends with cuss words and a "fuck it" attitude. Badass's lips were tight and remained that way. Josh didn't greet the other two as he came in for work. He found a letter from his father, a list of things to teach the new woman. He added a short comment about respecting and being patient with her. His father had suspected Josh's lust for control made him degrade women who didn't listen to him. His sexual impulses showed through normal interactions with females. Fortunately for his father, no customers had complained about his subtle harassments and sexual invitations. He crumpled the paper and tossed it in the trash. "Freak," he yelled to the other side of the store. "Go clean the back of evidence." Freak knew what his leader meant. Like a whirlwind, he flew through the back offices, hiding anything that would make the new girl tattle on them. The twenty minutes until Charlotte's shift was excruciatingly long as Josh waited at the front counter. He preoccupied himself with tedious tasks as he kept an eye on the door. Just five minutes before, the woman entered with a bright smile and different yet same nerdy attire. He exaggerated his smile. "Hi!" she said with a small wave. "I'm on time, right?" "Exactly when we wanted you here." His sexiness made her blush. She never had an opportunity to talk to a man as handsome as Josh. Her courage was weak. And never had a man of his caliber smile upon her as Josh did. "Great!" She slipped her backpack off her shoulders. "What do you want me to do, Boss?" Her words gave him hope. The little sign of submission made him smile in a twisted way. Controlling her would be easy. Keeping her in line would be just as simple. "Follow," he said and turned. She followed him to the back room where the two other employees were getting ready for the store to open. Josh pointed to them. "Your two colleagues." "Hi," she said and went to Freak, hand extended. "I'm Charlotte." "Topher," he said, shaking her hand and openly looking her up and down. He tried searching for some bit of sexiness in her and gave up. Nothing about her was suggestive. Her skinny body and boobs were covered with ill-fitted clothing. She turned and headed for the man behind a computer. "And you are?" "Wayne," he said and looked back at the screen, pretending not to notice her extended hand. She dropped it after a few seconds. "Well, it was nice to meet you both. I'm sure we can get along. I'm not a bitch or anything like that. I'm actually very agreeable." "Isn't that nice," Badass said, eyes still on the screen. Charlotte glanced at him again and frowned at his leather and motorcycle apparel. For working at a bookstore, it seemed inappropriate. Looking at Freak, she noted that he wasn't dressed much better. Across his shirt was a sexual reference that revealed itself upon closer inspection. Her eyes went back to Josh. He was different – well dressed, tame hair, clean shaven, and nothing dark about him. After giving her a tour, Josh opened the store and continued her training. For the rest of her shift, she followed him around, a puppy at his heels, with never ending questions and always asking for reassurance that she was doing something correctly. But as annoying as that was, she obeyed all commands and never complained. He appreciated that she was a fast-learner. He hated that her geek-like tendencies didn't subside. It got worse. He felt that he encouraged it by smiling at every stupid joke she made. The other irritable thing about her was her passion for following the rules no matter how strict there were. At the end of her shift, she said a cheerful goodbye. "I'm soooo glad to be working here. You guys are great. See ya tomorrow!" she said and almost skipped out the front door. Josh let his mouth muscles relax. "We're screwed," Freak said and brought the weed out. "Fucking wait until after work!" Josh snapped. Freak bowed his head and put the pot back. "I don't think we'll have much a problem soon. She's a good girl. She does what she's told. With enough training, I'll get her to follow our rules. The two of you hang back. I'll work on her first. Then it will be your turns. With the three of us above her, she wouldn't dare let my father know what we do here." "You mean we're going to end up using her?" Freak asked, salivating at the thought. "Fuck no. She's ugly as hell. We're only training her to keep her quiet." A wicked smile came to his face. "She likes pleasing me. It won't take long at all." He nodded to them. "As I said, I'll go first. Stay back until I give you the OK to groom her." Badass gave him his usual half-assed grin. "And if she resists?" "Then we'll get her fired." "Or punish her?" Freak suggested. His mind was spinning a million miles per hour, fantasizing of what he could do to her. Josh scowled at the thought, though he was excited about her need to obey. But her hideous clothes and exaggerated eagerness was something he had to get past if he was ever going to use her for his and their purposes. ~ After one week with Charlotte, Josh was ready to let her go or quit himself. She made it clear that she was happy working there and had no plans to leave. His father was satisfied that she brought in the customers. The three of them suffered her kindness and smiled back even though they despised her. Josh hated looking up from his work and seeing her stare at him. He charmed her back with a teasing smile that he regretted doing every time. Her questions started to become personal; her interest in him was growing. Deflecting her inquiries was difficult with the devil within him ready to lash out at her. Josh checked the time again. Charlotte was due for her shift in five minutes, yet she wasn't there. His eyes followed the minute hand; his excitement that she could be late put a grin on his face. He needed her to break the rules. He needed a reason to punish her. And he really needed a reason to fire her. But her sunny smile appeared in front of him three minutes later. "Hello, my guys," she greeted Josh and Freak. Both stopped what they were doing and stared. She brushed her loose hair out of her face and put her hands on her hips. "I said, hello." Neither could tear their eyes away from the cleavage exposed by her deep 'v' neck shirt. "Never mind." She rolled her eyes and went to the back. A minute later, Badass came from the back and pointed behind him. "Did you see that?" he asked his silent friends. "That's new and sudden. Wonder who she's trying to impress..." Freak smirked at Josh. "You gonna blow the whistle on her for dressing like a slut?" Badass asked. Josh shook his head. "I've seen worse in public. I don't have enough ammo." He bit his lip, trying to hide a smile. "I wanna see how far this goes." She dared to go further when a couple days later, she showed up in a miniskirt. A day later, she was wearing heels. A day after that, she sported a new haircut – still long but layered. Josh did what he could to pretend that he didn't notice the woman transforming before him, though he was weakening at each painful attempt she made to get his attention. Her laugh was deeper and cut shorter. Her smile was more confident. She often bit her lip in a coy, suggestive manner. Her perkiness turned to slight arrogance. Freak and Badass were aware of the changes and were chomping at the bit for the opportunity to make her their plaything. Josh tightened their reigns, reminding them that he was first. The time to test her was near. Charlotte entered the store, passing her employer by with a "Hey, Josh," as a greeting. He looked up from the front computer and narrowed his eyes on her. Part of her midriff was showing – a strip of flesh revealing tight abs. Her breasts spilled from her top. Her shorts barely covered her ass. He frowned at her. "We need to talk," he said. "Follow me." Her lips trembled. The thought that she did something wrong brought tears to her eyes. Head down, she followed him to the back and into his dad's empty office. Josh shut the door behind them. "Did I do something wrong, Boss?" "It's the way you've been dressing," he said with crossed arms. She lowered her eyes and bit her lip. "It's slutty." A tiny gasp escaped her lips. Her eyes became glossy. "Tomorrow, I expect you to dress-" "I'm sorry! I will never do this again, I swear! Please don't do anything. I'll only wear conservative clothing from now on-" "Shut up." She startled at his harsh command. "You didn't let me finish." Defeated and about to cry, she hung her head. "Tomorrow I want you to wear an even shorter skirt than that one you wear often. Make it a leather miniskirt. And a black corset top. Wear three inch heels, also black. No jewelry. Keep your hair down. Go heavy on the makeup. Slutty not hideous." Her frightened eyes looked up at him. She was expecting him to break out in laughter and say that it was all a joke, but his serious eyes pierced through hers. He walked just past her and stopped. "That will be all," he growled into her ear. She avoided Josh the rest of the day and rushed out the door without a goodbye to any of them. Freak and Badass approached their leader when she left. "I know she'll do as I say," Josh said. "I can't be wrong." The others didn't share his confidence and feared their jobs were at stake. The three impatiently waited for her shift to start the next day. And while Josh stared at the clock before his shift, he started to understand his friends' fears. He shifted his gaze from clock to door and back again. At a minute before she was supposed to start, he felt nausea turn his stomach. The countdown made him sweat. His mouth went dry. With ten seconds to spare, she entered with her head down. He stopped breathing when she entered. Her face was hidden by sexy, sleek hair. Her corset encompassed her tiny waist and C cup breasts. The leather skirt just covered her cunt. Her heels were exactly three inches. The new and extremely attractive woman peeked up at him. Josh's cock hardened without his permission. He nodded to her, acknowledging that she obeyed his orders. The Leader, The Badass, & The Freak While she started her work, Josh went to Badass and spoke in a whisper. "You're next." Badass smirked. He was ready. Even in heels and a tight skirt, Charlotte ran from point to point to obey all of Badass's orders, never objecting to his numerous demands. Josh watched her closely, noting the faint smile on her lips when given a command. Observing her subservience brought on strong urges late at night in which Josh gave in and jerked off visualizing his sexy employee. The two of them coordinated to make sure her behavior and dress were controlled on the days when the owner came by. Josh's father came in less often than usual, allowing the two the joy of controlling their submissive coworker. One week after Badass's turn, Freak was allowed his time to have fun with her. The three sometimes had contradicting commands, yet Charlotte found a way to please them all. But it was Josh's orders that made her blush and smile. His hatred for her mellowed into acceptance. No longer did he grit his teeth at her stupid jokes but grinned at her innocent, childlike nature that broke through her mature, slutty façade. Jealousy started to make him snap at his two minions. He wanted her to himself and was ready to cut them off. He could see how badly she wanted him too and only him. Her eyes begged for him to ask her out and spend time alone together. The fear that his disturbing personality would scare her away caused him to avoid the next step – a true relationship. He watched her every second possible and loved catching a moment that she was bent over straightening shelves and picking up strategically placed trash on the floor. She fell for the trash trick each time. Josh openly studied the lifting skirt when he gave her that chore. It wasn't until two months later, that he noticed that she forwent panties. Josh's jaw dropped a little as he watched Charlotte restocking a low shelf. His cock hardened and his heart pounded. He walked across the store and stood behind her. "Your cunt is showing," he said, his control over his mouth had gone the second his dick swelled. She straightened and pulled down the hem of her skirt only achieving a drop of a half an inch. Her eyes stayed on the shelf in front of her. "Be careful if we have customers in the store. Now, bend over again." Slowly, her spine curved and she placed her hands on the second to bottom shelf. Without thinking, he raised his arm and brought his palm against her bare flesh. She gasped when he struck her ass. "That was a warning," he said and started to walk away. The soft moan that came from her made him harder than ever. Instead of going back to the front counter, he turned for the bathroom and locked himself in. He stroked himself until eruption but even coming hard wasn't enough. He needed her cunt. She startled him as he opened the door. Hands behind her back, face red and miserable, she looked up at him. "May I please take a break, Boss?" she asked in a strained voice that gave away her feelings and intentions. "You may." She ran into the women's bathroom and shut the door quickly. Leaning against it, Josh smiled as he heard the lock click. Seconds later, he heard little gasps and moans and the slight sopping noises of her juicy pussy being finger fucked. His smile grew wider as her moans increased to an animal like grunt followed by an "ohh." Silently, he laughed and stepped back from the door. Her face turned from pale to pink within a second when she came out and saw her manager waiting for her. "Work is not the place to make yourself come." Her head lowered in shame. "If I catch you masturbating again..." His mind worked to come up with a safe punishment. "I'll have to discipline you in private." Leaving the threat ambiguous made her sexual misery worse. Her shoulders dropped and her lips parted. "Yes, Sir." Those two small words broke the dam he built to control his repressed lust for her. His head spun with the sudden emotions breaking through their barriers. He wanted to kiss her, take her, spend time with her. Euphoria gripped his heart, causing his negativity to subside. He was sweeter to her, even in his commands. When the embarrassment of that day was over, she became bolder around him. She purposely ran into him, acting as if it were an accident. The contact made both electrified with lust. He had to stop himself from bending her over the couch in the break room and fucking the hell out of her. He was ready for his next move – making her his. ~ Freak took another hit on a joint and slumped down in the couch, letting the high relax him. He had time that morning to finish it before Charlotte came in. Josh and Badass sat at the computer nearby, conversing about the store's financial matters. Badass also had a joint pinched in his fingers. Josh passed, knowing that one of them had to have a clear head to greet customers until Charlotte's shift started. The irritating bells on the door jingled. Josh jumped up and closed the door, ready with a smile for the customer that just walked in. "Charlotte!" He froze where he stood. "What are you doing here?" As she shrugged, the straps of her shirt fell over her shoulders. "I decided to come in early and just hang." Slowly, he shook his head. "That's not a good idea." "Why not?" she said and laughed. "I'll just do some reading." She scooted around his rigid figure to the back. He quickly jumped ahead of her and blocked the door. "Josh..." "Don't go back there." "Why not?" Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Because I said so." She wanted to listen but paranoia kept her from bowing and obeying. The thought that he was hiding a woman in there made her more angry than hurt. Josh didn't want to fight her and tow her away against her will. Defeated, he dropped his arms and watched her enter the back room. Freak and Badass were too preoccupied to notice her right away. "Oh," she said, flustered on how to respond. Both tried to hide what was in their hands, but it was too late. "You're smoking pot." She looked to Josh, but he didn't seem surprised. She shook her head, confusion marked her face. "I'll just come back when my shift starts." Josh saw a bit of condescending disappointment in her eyes that made him hold his breath. While the other two dominant men hung their heads, Josh held his high, giving her a silent warning with his eyes. Whatever submissiveness she embraced over the past few months had disappeared. He knew that discouraging look she gave him; his father gave him that look all the time. Distracted with plans to keep her silent, Josh half-assed his duties for the next hour. He knew he had to get to her before she got to his father first. But she did beat him to it. His father came in when she did. Josh felt his stomach drop. Their silence for the rest of the day revealed more to him than words could. Charlotte ignored him and did only what his father asked. Each hour that passed made him more nauseated. At the end of the day, his father kept them all to hold a meeting. Her betrayal made his chest tighten and his eyes water with rage. The three men plopped down on the couch while Charlotte sat on a chair nearby, looking as if she was sitting regally on a throne. Josh glared at her. She noticed him and pursed her lips, turning her head away. All his mind could concentrate on was revenge. The ten minute lecture was painful. The three looked past the owner in silence while the girl next to them beamed with pride. Josh kept wondering where he went wrong with her. He was confident in her obedience. He was sure she was in his grasp. His father made several threats on the three's jobs. He made a promise to come in everyday and inspect their lockers. Glaring at his son, he suggested that he wasn't management material and that someone else could probably do his job better. When the owner casually looked at Charlotte, Josh's cheeks flushed with anger. Charlotte left with his father. The three remained on the couch, sulking. At the sound of the front door shutting, Josh leaped up and began to pace with long strides. "Little fucking bitch!" Freak's fists balled up; one struck the couch. "What the fuck went wrong?" Badass asked with a dropped jaw that soon tightly held a lit cigarette. Josh had no response and paced faster, periodically shaking his head. The treason made him furious, hurt, and scared. The strong emotions made him quake and ready to lash out at the nearest victim. "She was so good...she never disobeyed us...why now...did she think we weren't bold enough to punish her if she went against us..." He slammed his fist into his palm. "She deserves to be punished. Set her straight and we'll never have a problem again." He stopped pacing and ran his hand through his hair and tried to control his breathing. "I think we should do it, Boss. Maybe some humiliation would work on her. Like embarrass her in front of customers. Make her worship us in front of them," Badass said. "And I'd be willing to spank her. Trust me, a woman never offends me twice after being over my lap," Freak said with a smirk. Josh shook his head. "This has to be private and we can't do something that will make her cry sexual harassment. We gotta do something that is within her comfort zone." "Since when do you care about a slave's comfort zone?" Freak asked. "Since the fact that she isn't a slave." He exhaled and rubbed his forehead. "We have to find something to use against her." "Damn pussy," Freak said and got up, heading to her locker. "Blackmailing her instead of dealing with it aggressively? Have you lost your nerve?" Freak opened the locker. Josh and Badass joined him. Just as they would expect from her personality, her locker was filled with books. Freak reached in and grabbed one. "What the?" "What?" Josh said and pushed his way through to examine the locker himself. "I've read this before." Freak flipped through the pages. Some were folded at the corners. He stopped at one, skimmed the text, and laughed wickedly. He gave the book to Josh. "We're in luck. The bitch is infatuated with kink." Badass picked up three other books. Their store's sticker and price tag was on them. "It's been a while since anyone had purchased erotica from here." "What are you saying?" Josh asked. "I gotta check the computer to be sure, but I would remember if someone purchased books from that one shelf, the SM one." Freak laughed hard. "She stole them! Holy fuck!" He grabbed the last book and opened it. "I think we know the solution to this problem." "She's been a true sub all along. We'll just have to give the brat what she needs and then some." He took all the books into a pile in his arms. "I have to study." ~ Badass and Freak looked upon her with a coldness that made Charlotte even more arrogant, but Josh was sweeter than ever. Realizing that he shrugged off the night before, she reciprocated with affection. As her shift ended, Josh cornered her, smiled, and stroked her arm. "So, I was thinking..." Her eyes lit up and his caress caused a shiver down her spine. "We should spend some time together." A sappy smile appeared on her lips. "You're not mad about last night?" He laughed. "No, I should have known better. No hard feelings." He cupped her face, making her knees wobble. "Come back here at eight. We can talk, hang out. I'll order some food and bring over some movies." He leaned within inches of her face. "Maybe do other things..." Her heart skipped a beat as his lips came closer to hers. With a teasing smile, he withdrew before they touched. "Say you'll come." "Of course," she said as if in a trance. She bit her lip and walked out the door smiling. When she was gone from his sight, Josh dropped the smile and glared at the door. Freak came up and stood beside him. "She bought it?" "Yep," Josh said and laughed in an evil manner. "That gullible bitch has no idea what's coming to her." ~ As he did every time she entered the shop, he waited by the front counter. And as always, she never came in late. At 7:55, Charlotte pulled open the door, hanging her head. Josh held his breath as she entered. She embraced the whore inside of her by wearing a tiny, plaid skirt and a black tank top that revealed much more than he ever requested from her. She ditched the glasses for contacts and wore her hair in thick waves. Her dark lined eyes peeked up at him. His eyes wandered from her hair to her high-heeled boots and back up to her blushing face. "Come." He waved for her to follow him to the back room. Eyes locked on him, she smiled and entered the break room. He grinned back and slammed the door shut after them. His lips returned to their naturally thin line. She looked around and noticed they were not alone. Badass and Freak leaned against the wall in the shadows of the dimly lit room, each with a triumphant smirk on their faces. The room was different. Where the couch used to be was a bar secured to the ground. Candles flickered, randomly placed around the room. Goosebumps appeared on her arms. "What are they doing here?" she asked Josh. He ignored her question and nodded to the two other men. "What are you doing?" she squeaked in protest as Badass and Freak grabbed her arms and towed her to the empty space in the room. They forced her to the ground. Before she could complain again, they chained her wrists to the bar on the ground. "What the-" "Shhh," Josh said. "You brought this upon yourself." With wide frightened eyes pleading for her freedom, she struggled with the chains, feeling more helpless each second. Josh did nothing to help her and lit a cigarette. He leaned against another wall and hid in the darkness. All she could see were his emotionless eyes, the wisps of smoke, and the glowing end of the stick bobbing up and down. "Josh..." she cried out to him. "She is damn sexy tonight," Badass said and started to circle her. "Anyone wanna bet what color her panties are?" Freak circled her in the opposite direction. "Please, don't do anything," she begged the two hawks watching their prey with terrifying eyes. "We didn't give you permission to speak!" Josh yelled. Charlotte flinched. The two stopped in front of her and looked to their leader for orders. His voice dropped to a dangerously calm tone. "Now, you're not going to speak unless we tell you to. Isn't that right, girl?" She nodded her head as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Good girl." She avoided his eyes by bowing her head. "Do you understand why you're here?" She bit her lip in response and started to tremble. "I thought you wanted to please me, Charlotte. But tattling on us and stealing from the store was wrong. Do you want to keep your job?" Through blurred eyes, she looked up at him and nodded. "Then you will submit to your punishment." She winced; her chest heaved in anticipation. Josh nodded to Badass. "You're up first." Badass gave her a crooked grin and stood in front of her. "Ever taken nine inches in your mouth?" She drew back as far as she could. "Today is your lucky day then." Her head turned away as he dropped his jeans. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see his massive twitching cock. Her lips tightened. He swooped down a grabbed her hair, yanking her up. She fought by pulling her head away. With two hands full of hair, he steadied her head until she gave up fighting. Her breathing was heavy. Her eyes were shut tight. "Open wide..." She whimpered and winced as he came closer. "Do as I say, sweetheart. Fighting will make it worse." Her grunts became louder. She pulled her head away side to side to avoid him. "Suck his cock, you little whore!" Josh shouted. "Do it, or I will discipline you in front of them. Either way you will have his cock down your throat." She gulped in fear and slowly parted her lips, bringing her mouth to him. "Are you fucking serious? Do you even know how to give a blowjob?" She shrunk under his ridicule. "Get him wet first, idiot." Her trembling tongue licked the biggest dick she had ever seen in one wet trail on its underside. She winced as the taste of cock was new and not pleasant for her. After he was lubed with spit, he ordered her to sit back. "Have you ever drunk cum before, slave?" "Slave?" she asked; her body trembled more. "Are you not chained?" She ducked her head and didn't answer. "I'll ask you again. Have you ever swallowed jizz?" She shook her head. "There's a first for everything. If you dare spit it out, you will face a far more severe punishment than this. Understood?" Eyes still down, she nodded slowly. "Address me as Master." "Address us all as Master," Josh said. "Yes, Masters," she said in a low, defeated voice. Badass grabbed her hair and forced his dick through her lips. She gagged at the invasion and yanked at her chains, wanting her hands to be free. Her neck hurt straining to keep it up and level with his groin. He glided his dick in and out while ignoring her muffled cries. Her discomfort made fucking her face even more of a thrill. But after a while, her protests quieted to a long satisfying moan that surprised them all. "Badass, I think she likes it!" Freak said. Josh smiled sinisterly. His predictions turned out to be correct. The rougher Badass abused her mouth the louder she got. His fingers wound tighter around her hair. "That's a good slave. Now swallow." She objected in fear with a squeal. Badass didn't pay attention to her and instead tilted his back and shoved himself into her one last time. The two others watched their wide-eyed and terrified slave try to keep down every drop. He withdrew and left their slave coughing and fighting to keep the nasty cum down. She heard his zipper slide up and Josh's voice. "Freak, you may proceed." "About fuckin time." Freak pushed himself away from the wall and stepped behind her. Their slave cowered and shook. "Hm, what should I do to you?" He squatted behind her and lifted her skirt. "No fucking way!" His laughter made her flinch. "She's not wearing panties." The two chuckled a little without humor. To further her humiliation, he ordered her to get on all fours. Freak's finger traced her naked ass and down the crack to her asshole. She jerked as he openly explored a human's most disgusting body part. Skirt pulled all the way up, he parted her ass to study her hole better. "I think she can handle me," he said and stood. "Don't you move." Tears formed in her eyes as she waited a couple minutes for Freak to ready himself. He knelt behind her and gave her ass a few slaps. "Don't tense up." At the sound of the bottle of lube being opened, she looked up at Josh, pleading with her eyes to be released. He stared back and didn't attempt to stop him. Soft moans of complaint escaped her lips as Freak's dick neared her back hole. "Please don't!" "Shut up!" Freak yelled and started to enter her. "Wish you wore some panties that I could have shoved in your mouth." "She'll shut up," Josh said and looked into their slave's eyes. "You'll be quiet and take it, right?" She hung her head. "Yes, Master." Josh went hard as he realized that she wanted only to serve him. He wanted to fling Freak out of the way and selfishly keep her to himself. But he stayed back and watched. He worked into her, taking centimeters at a time. The stretching made her grit her teeth, but a soft "oh" came from her lips when he was all the way in. Her back arched as a shiver went down her spine. Freak groaned as the tight, warm hole constricted his member. He let it rest inside of her, allowing her muscles to accommodate his size. Slowly, he rocked himself in and out. Both moaned as their pleasure intensified. Their slave's fingers curled against the ground, seeking to hold on to anything. He gripped her hips and pushed in harder and faster. The constant friction overwhelmed her and moistened her more each second. Her beastly moans increased as she felt closer to a climax, a place she had rarely been before. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. They heard a whimper from her, a wordless beg to come. The Leader, The Badass, & The Freak "You like that, don't you, you little fucking cunt," Freak said and stuck his hand in between her legs. Her limbs almost gave out at his touch. "Damn..." He entered her pussy with one finger. "You're soaked." She whimpered at he teased her cunt. "You wanna come, whore?" She nodded furiously. "Too bad. You're being used. Be still now. This may hurt a little." His fingers went back to digging into her hips. He fucked her ass faster. She weakened at each thrust. He closed his eyes, enjoying everything from the feel of her flesh under his fingernails to the sound of his body slapping against hers. Her wailing got louder. He raised his arm and spanked her hard two times to shut her up. She obeyed and muted her voice. He quivered, uncontrollably, as he came. As soon as he stopped, a frustrated, deep throated grunt echoed throughout the room – a defiant protest that she didn't get off. "Damn," Freak said under his breath. He swiped her clit and laughed as she nearly collapsed. "She's wet as hell, but she didn't come." The sensation of him removing his cock brought her closer to orgasm. Miserable that she was on the edge, she panted and looked down at the ground. Hoping that Josh would be next, she pouted her lips and looked up at him. He continued to stare back and took his time finishing his cigarette. Flicking the butt into a paper cup, he approached her. Nothing sweet or good was in his eyes. The real Josh towered over her and gave a sadistic and menacing glare. "Has anyone ever fucked your pussy?" he asked. "I'm a virgin, Master." While wincing at her shortcomings, she lowered her eyes again. He walked out of sight and stripped. When he came back, she took a glance at his cock and his beautiful naked god, the body of a god. She felt compelled to throw herself down at the ground before him and at the same time, she wanted to taste his dick. He crouched down and released her from her shackles. "Stand." She obeyed and clasped her hands in front of her, casting her eyes down in submission and coyness. He moved her arms out of the way and removed her shirt and bra. Concealing his fascination with her breasts with a forced frown, he played with them – pinching them, slapping them. He zipped down her skirt and let it fall to the floor. "Why aren't you wearing panties?" Her cheeks rapidly turned crimson. "Were you planning on getting it on with me? Did you want me to fuck you?" "I still do," she said quietly. "Have you forgotten your manners?" "I meant, I still do, Master." He crossed his arms. "If you forget again, I will punish you with the hardest spanking ever. And if you ever disobey any of us ever again, no matter when, we will take you to the back of the store and deal with you there." She gulped. The threat sounded more exhilarating than something to be feared. Yet she simply replied, "Sorry, Master." "Good girl." He tipped up her chin and studied her flushed face. "Get on the floor. On your back." Staring at him in awe, she dropped to the floor and got into position. "Open your legs." Obediently, she parted them. He knelt and lifted her legs. She bit her lip as he began to prod her slit. The ripping of the shield, the badge that labeled her a virgin, was sharp yet inviting. Handling the pain made her proud. As much as it would hurt, she was ready for a hard fucking. The pain eased a little and was replaced by the hurt of lying on a hard floor. The mixture of discomfort and the euphoria of being taken made her juices gush as he slipped all the way in. "Ah," she cried and scrunched up her face. The wave of bliss lasted for seconds and made her muscles twitch uncontrollably. She was brought back to reality at the rough touch of him digging his fingers into her legs. Her eyes focused on his face and the smirk he wore, the sign of his arrogance and the joy he felt that he made his virgin orgasm. He crushed his naked body to hers and savored her wetness. He saw the trust she had for him in her gleaming eyes. The need to kiss her was strong in him, and it was harder to keep a condescending glower on his face. Her lips parted and her lusting eyes stayed on him. He kept the rhythm steady at first, but his lack of control over his impulses made him fuck her harder. Josh could feel his friends watching. He knew the evil smiles on their faces from the show in front of them. Disgust with their lust was new to him. He wanted her alone and away from them. His jealousy came out as aggressiveness. With a smug face, he threw her legs up and buried into her faster. The pain made her gasp, but she didn't cry out for mercy. He was proud that his new slave could take a hard pounding. He wanted to smile and praise her. But with his friends watching, he couldn't drop his act. Tilting his head back, he thrust with everything he had. Hearing her grunts and groans turned him on like never before. He ignored the two men and focused on himself and her cunt. Crushing his jaw, he let go. He exhaled sharply and drew away from her. His victory over her was complete. With an arrogant nod to his slave that she did well, he got up and cleaned himself. She lay still, legs bent up, glistening pussy on display for them all. "Put her on the cross," Josh said as he pulled up his jeans. When the two others lifted her by her arms, she noticed an 'x' on the wall behind her. Seeing the cross in real life made her breath shudder. They threw her against it; her back fell across the velvet covered metal frame. They locked her wrists and strapped her spread legs to the bottom. When Josh finished dressing, he strolled to the cross and came within inches of her face. "It's time to claim you as ours." Her lips trembled with excitement at those words until she saw Badass carrying a case toward them. "Badass, you may go first." Dizziness made her breath go shallow and her skin go pale. The needles, the jewelry, and the sanitation instruments made her gasp. Badass held up two tiny horseshoes and cleaned them. Their slave looked down at her breasts. She made a small noise in fear of a needle piercing her tits. Badass didn't care about the horrified look on her face and prepared her nipples for torture. The thought of fresh pain made her unintentionally wet again. As the needle pierced through her tits, she moaned as the agony was more pleasing than unwelcomed. He quickly pierced the other and fit both with horseshoes. After he cleaned up, she looked down at her bright red decorated nipples and smiled. "My turn," Freak said and started sanitizing another needle. "Put her on the floor and hold her legs back," Josh said to Badass. Wondering what could be pierced next, their slave obediently let Badass transfer her from cross to floor. Their slave got even wetter with anticipation when she realized her clit was next. She volunteering held her legs back as Freak wiped her clit of her juices and stuck the needle through. She sucked in her breath as more pain was added to her abused body. Freak cleaned her off as held her tongue from asking to look in a mirror to see what they've done to her cunt. She looked off to the side where Josh was conversing in a low tone with Badass holding a different kind of needle. The leader came up to her and circled her, eyeing her flesh closely. He went back and whispered to Badass who nodded. Their slave bit her lip to keep from smiling. The piercings of her other two masters were temporary, but a tattoo was permanent. She whimpered softly at the thought of being Josh's slave forever. Freak set up a folding table and led her to it, having her lie on her back. She shivered as Badass applied a design to her lower left abdomen. At the sound of the buzz of the needle, her pussy leaked a little more. The mixture of all the agony in her body produced a few tears, but their slave toughed it out. She took peeks at Josh who watched over Badass' shoulder as he inked a small tattoo into her skin. Josh admired the tattoo and nodded in approval. "I want to be alone with her. Leave," he said to his friends. They left, giving their new toy a sadistic smirk. The leader turned his cold eyes on her. "Kneel." She scrambled off the table and landed on the hard floor; her head was dizzy with lust and misery. "From now on we are your Masters. You will serve and obey us." Her eyes boldly shot to his. "But I want to serve only you." He exhaled and then tightened his lips in a line. Eventually, she would be his. He had already set the plans in his mind. As the leader, he had the right to deny Badass and Freak control over her. He would give them some time to play, but only a little. Instead of letting her in on his agenda, he lifted the corner of his mouth in a mocking grin. "That's not going to happen." Her head lowered and her body slumped in painful rejection. "Put your clothes on and lock the place up," he said and left, not looking back. She lifted herself from her knees and rushed to the mirror in the bathroom. The piercings were beautiful on her, so was the grey shaded lock on her stomach. She understood what it symbolized. He had a lock on her and no one else had the key, not even his two best friends, her other Masters. She smiled as she realized he selfishly wanted her all to himself. To the mirror, she mouth a small vow to endure all three of them until she was finally Josh's one and only.