0 comments/ 47899 views/ 3 favorites Collared Ch. 01 By: TripleXSexzKitty I started talking to a guy on line and having cyber sex with him. It started innocently enough…he lived in a different state, was married and me being the kind of girl who dislikes commitment, our flirting and fun was a great alternative to actually having to go through all the dating rituals. He was eager to please, and always does. Our talks were fun in the beginning – I guess because we didn’t know each other that well, each other’s likes and dislikes – they were your average sex conversations. We both would peak in orgasms but it wasn’t anything to write a story about. Now after we’ve been talking for a while our conversations are anything but ‘vanilla’ and he turns me on in ways I didn’t think were ever possible – never mind the fact that he does it all with his mind and over a computer. I now belong to him and if I ever talk to someone else online for sex, it’s only because He is not available. It’s never as good with anyone else though and I’m usually left unimpressed, dissatisfied and eagerly waiting for a message from Him to appear to rescue me. I never thought I was one of those women who would like to be literally taken over by a man. Who would like being tied up and degraded. Called slut, cocksucker and whore. Violently molested and put on display for others to witness and sometimes to fuck, like a piece of meat and as if I weren’t even there. And no I’m not crazy, I DO realize this is all happening in my mind with the images and words He gives me to put together but you really couldn’t understand it unless you experienced it. As I said, I never thought I was one of those women….oh but I am, and He has discovered a true slut in me and I happen to like her very much! She’s wild and free and only cares about one thing…Pleasing Him. When I touch myself during our conversations I am surprised by how wet my pussy is. I sometimes think He is pushing it too far, and think to myself, no I wouldn’t like that, but I’ll go along with it for sake of conversation. And then I touch my pussy and find it soaking wet!!! He and I role-play in our conversations. It’s so incredibly real and I cannot wait for the time when I get to meet Him face to face and He takes me in the ways He’s already described to me. The following story is my fantasy about finally meeting Him. ***************************** I’m standing at the baggage claim at an International Airport. He said He’d meet me here but I’m not exactly sure who I’m looking for. I feel like I’m being watched but I’m certain it’s just paranoia. I’ve seen His picture a thousand times and I’m sure I’d know His face in a crowd of millions. Although it’s His cock more than anything that I can’t wait to see. To worship. We’d been talking on line for months now. Almost a year actually. In fact, this was a bit of an anniversary celebration. He sent me a ticket over the Internet to come and meet Him. We’d talked about meeting up all the time, and even when He talked about flying me out, I didn’t think it would ever really happen. Yet here I was – wearing the Cornflower Blue halter dress I picked out because the color accented my eyes and the plunging neckline accented my tits – hair done up like a model – lips painted like a porn star – waiting for Him to come get me. That feeling of being watched came over me again and I darted my eyes around the terminal searching for Him. Or at least for the person who was watching me. I’d gotten a lot of looks dressed the way I was, but this feeling was more menacing. Suddenly my breath was taken from me as two arms wrapped around me. One went around my waist and the other around my neck and throat. He pulled me close into Him and ground His hips into my ass. My knees started to give way from sheer exhilaration of finally being here with Him. I didn’t care about the other people in the airport – I wasn’t aware of any other being on the face of the planet in the moment when He first touched me. He didn’t speak at first. We didn’t need to. I knew it was Him. And we were both enjoying the moment we’d been waiting for all this time. To hold each other, to feel each other, to be close enough to touch. His embrace was firm and experienced. Somehow familiar and strong. As He tightened his hold on me, He finally spoke and whispered in my ear, “Hey Baby. I can’t believe you’re here.” That voice pierced through me and I could only gasp in reply. When you’re having sex with someone over the Internet or on the phone you can stimulate yourself to an extent and even mimic the actions of the person you’re wishing you were with. But the one thing you cannot substitute is kissing. Whenever He wrote or spoke about kissing me I would melt. And now, as he spun me around and took my face in His hands…we stared deeply into each others eyes. Face to face with the man who’d discovered the real person inside me and who liked me even more so for it. I felt so in love with Him – I trusted him with my very life – I was completely ready to give myself over mind, body and soul. With his fingers burying themselves in my hair on the back of my neck and shoulders, he finally kissed me. I lost myself there. Any notions I had of coming into town for the weekend and leaving my own person again were completely gone. He repeatedly told me I was His. That I belonged to Him and Him alone. I never protested it, but I didn’t truly believe it until this moment. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth – our heads twisted and rotated – tongues danced and darted – hands groped and caressed – until He broke our kiss and took my face in his hands again. “YOU are MINE – you may be here for only this weekend – but this is only the beginning of the rest of your life with me. You will experience pleasures you did not even know were possible until now. You will experience pain you did not know was possible until now. You, my little slut, will do things you’ve never even read about. I am going to please you. I am also going to hurt you, you do understand that don’t you?” “Yes Sir” “Oh good! You already understand your place here with me. You want me to please you don’t you slut?” “Yes Sir” “And you want me to hurt you as well, don’t you whore?” “Yes Sir” “Tell me, cocksucker, who do you belong to?” “I belong to you Sir” :”And who are you here to please you fucking cunt?” “I am here only to please you Sir” “mmmmmmmm that’s exactly right. It seems as if you have been paying attention all those times we talked. So tell me bitch, what do you want me to do to you first? Hmmmm? Should I lick your sweet pussy? It is sweet isn’t it slut? You haven’t been lying to me all this time have you? Because now it’s too late if you have been.” “No sir, I have not been lying. My pussy is very sweet. It’s even wet for you already.” “WET! Already! Hmmmmmm you ARE a slut aren’t you? Slide a finger inside your cunt and let me see how wet you are.” Without hesitation or even a second thought I slide my hand up my dress, pulling the material up with my hand and exposing my thigh to anyone who happened to be looking. I’m not wearing any panties and I’m so incredibly wet I don’t have to go far to get my fingers sticky and sloppy. I bring my hand between us and hold an extended finger between our lips. “Suck it bitch” He tells me. And I do. “Mmmmmmmm very nice slut. You’ll do just fine with me.” “I hope I please you ….AH!” A tweak to my right nipple cuts off my words. “Did I say you could speak bitch? Did I? No, I did not. You are NOT to speak unless you have been granted permission. There may be times when I will allow you to speak on your own free will this weekend, but you are not to speak at all unless I ask you a direct question or explicitly tell you that you may speak. Do you understand me?” “Yes Sir” “That’s better. That was disappointing though, after I just told you how well you were going to do this weekend and then you go ahead and speak without permission. I was going to suggest we leave now and head over to the hotel room I’ve reserved but now I think you need a punishment. Do you agree with me slut?” “Yes Sir” “Hmmmm I think your punishment will be public humiliation. Spread your legs bitch. Go on…spread ‘em” I’m suddenly very aware of my surroundings. All those people that were in the terminal had ceased to exist until you pointed out that we are in fact in a very public place. Travelers are coming and going all around us. I’m wondering who’s already witnessed our displays. My eyes are scanning the crowds for onlookers as a sharp tweak on my right nipple again returns my eyes to yours. “I said spread your legs. DO IT. Now.” I do and your hands go directly to my ass. A loud slap is heard echoing through the terminal. The material of my dress is thin and taught across my ass. You might as well have slapped my bare ass. :”Mmmmmmmm no panties. At least you listen to me sometimes. Very nice slut.” Your hands move from my ass and slowly slide up to my hips and grab at my waist. Then slide down my outer thighs and you then slide them back to my hips dragging my dress with your hands. In about three second the entire airport is going to see my ass as well as be able to see the wetness that is now dripping out of my pussy. Just before I’m completely exposed your hands move again. They’re tracing the inside of my thighs. Caressing and poking. Rubbing and scratching. The hem of my dress is just at the bottom of my ass cheeks. If I so much as breathe they will be exposed. I don’t even care anymore. Without realizing it I’ve started to rock too and fro. My hips are curving towards you and I’m beckoning your hands into my pussy lips. As one of your fingers caresses my inner most thigh you note my wetness. “Damn bitch, you’d like it too much if I touched you now. You’d probably get off if I just flicked your clit once with my fingers wouldn’t you? You are SUCH a slut! Well we can’t have you screaming in the middle of an airport now can we? Grab your bag, we’re going now.” I reach for the bag I packed it’s small and compact, I didn’t think I’d be needing many clothes this weekend. Though your hands have dropped and you’re no longer holding my dress up, it stayed raised up and when I bend over to pick up my bag one of the porters lets out a whistle. My cheeks redden and my embarrassment is obvious. “Don’t be embarrassed slut. You have a very nice ass. I don’t blame him for admiring you. In fact, I want to show you off. Lets go, we’re gonna go for a ride.” You take my bag and sling it over your shoulder. You take my hand in yours and half drag me along behind you as I’m trying to fix the hem in my skirt. As I catch up to you and walk at your side you lean down to me and kiss my cheek. We walk out to your car that’s parked in front and you throw my bag in the back as you open the door for me. “Shivery is alive and well here but make no mistake, you are MINE. I respect you to every degree imaginable and I cannot wait to please you just as much as I look forward to using you and having you please me.” “Mmmmmm where are we going?” SLAP!!!!! “Do NOT speak to me unless you are directed to. Geez woman, I guess your punishment wasn’t suitable after all. It will be now.” …………………….to be continued. Collared Ch. 01 Author's note: This is my first time submission. Please comment (And Vote!) to let me know what you think of it. It's the intro to the story which I've already begun the next part. Also I want to thank my editor, for this story, Kammie Lynn for her help in making it better. Collared: Part One Autumn He was staring at her. From the corner of her eye, Autumn had caught him staring at her from the moment she had sat down at the table. She flicked her eyes back to him again, blushing as her eyes met his briefly. It just didn't make any sense. She wasn't the only girl here, and she was far from the most attractive girl there. Also, he was HOT. So why was he staring at her? She was there to meet up with some classmates in the library on campus to study for their upcoming midterms. They were all seniors in college; and the closer to graduation they got, the harder the classes became. Normally, Autumn did her studying alone. Being naturally shy, she had a difficulty socializing with new people. However, classes were getting harder, and she really needed to do well on this test. So when a study group was mentioned during class, she decided to join in. This was the group's first meeting, and she felt decidedly uncomfortable since she had never really gotten to know any of them outside of class. Taking a deep breath, Autumn turned back to her notes and tried to focus on the discussion about the day's lecture. Despite her efforts though, she was still acutely aware of his eyes on her. Her face became hot as she tried not to glance at him again, which would have been hard to do even if he wasn't staring at her so hard. Because, holy hell, the man had everything going for him -- dark hair and dark eyes, with a trimmed goatee and mustache framing full, firm lips. Not to mention TALL, and for her, that was a major requirement. Really, he would have still been attractive, but the tall part was a major bonus for her, being nearly six foot tall herself. Hooking up with short guys just felt weird to her, and he was well over six feet. His long muscled legs were encased in soft looking worn jeans, stressed in just the right places. Hard chest and big arms were shown to perfection with the black fabric of his t-shirt as it stretched across his pecs and biceps, showcasing his muscles. Damn, she loved cut arms. Realizing she was looking at him again, Autumn's eyes widened as she glanced up at his face and their eyes met again. She jerked her gaze away quickly, but not before noticing the slight quirk to his lips that told her he had noticed her checking him out. Once again attempting to focus on the discussion, she tried hard to ignore him completely while trying to get her face to cool down from the continuous blush that was making her light headed. The other students were going over some of the more difficult concepts from the lecture, offering interpretations to each other. Autumn breathed a sigh of relief as his attention switched to the conversation, and she was finally able to focus. While not offering anything herself, she did take notes on the things the other students were saying that made sense to her. Autumn shivered as his deep voice joined in, and she focused completely on the sound of his low voice. It gave her a reason to look at him without being embarrassed. As he and a thin blonde got into an intense discussion about the lecture, she sighed in disappointment. Although his attention was making her self-conscious, she hadn't really wanted to lose it completely. Autumn had known it would happen though. She simply could not compete with the other girls in the room. Autumn may have been prettier than most of the other girls. However, when it came to men, they usually looked at the body first and the face second, with personality usually coming up somewhere after that, if at all. Saying Autumn was full figured was a polite way to put it. At a size 16, most of the pretty boys didn't even look at her once, let alone twice. Generally, she preferred it that way because that wasn't the kind of guy she really went for. She liked them rough around the edges with that dark dangerous vibe. The group decided to take a break, so Autumn had a chance to take a deep breath. She really hadn't heard much of what had been discussed so far. She'd been so focused on him; she had barely registered anything else. She considered just packing up her books and leaving. Since this wasn't helping her study, she probably would be better off on her own. There definitely would have been fewer distractions that way. Although she seemed to have lost his brief interest he still had hers. "Hey." She almost jumped out of her skin as that deep voice came from just beside her. Heart pounding in her chest, Autumn jerked around to look at him with wide eyes. How had she not noticed him sliding that big muscled body down in the empty seat next to her? "Umm...hi..." she replied quietly, her face once again burning red. "What's your name?" he asked, once again staring at her like he had been earlier when she first came in. "Autumn," she answered softly, looking around and wondering where the blonde went that he had been talking with. "I've seen you around haven't I?" he rumbled in that rough voice. Although Autumn was shy, she wasn't exactly the wall flower type. She smirked, "Well yeah, we are in the same class obviously. You would have seen me there." He barked a laugh at her smart-ass reply, a bit surprised by her aggressive response. "Yeah I guess that is true. So, were you going somewhere?" His long fingers flicking towards where she had been packing her books into her bag. She shrugged. "Well, I was thinking about going home. This isn't really helping me that much. I think I'd be better off studying by myself." She noticed the blonde coming back to the table they had been working at, and she smiled ruefully. She wasn't going to have his attention much longer anyway, might as well go ahead and head home like she had been thinking. "I know what you mean I don't think this crowd is helping me study either," he said, and the blonde decided to chime in at this comment. "Oh, same here!" she smiled suggestively at him, totally ignoring Autumn. "We could go back to my place and...study just the two of us." Autumn rolled her eyes mentally and stood up, grabbing her bag before starting to walk away. She stumbled with surprise as he spoke up from behind her. "Actually, Autumn and I were just leaving, but, uh, thanks for the offer." Autumn was confused, and she nearly squeaked in shock as she felt his hand at the small of her back. He'd already grabbed his books and was beside her as his hand directed her firmly towards the exit. She shivered as they made their way through the exit. His hand was hot almost, like it was branding her skin through her top. She took a deep breath trying to calm her pulse, telling herself that he just wasn't into the blond chick and was using her for an excuse to get out of there. She dared a quick look to back at him, swallowing hard as her pulse sped up despite her efforts as she saw his dark eyes were on her. Though, he seemed to be watching her ass as she walked just slightly in front of him. Autumn blushed again. Though she was self-conscious about her size, she couldn't stand wearing loose frumpy clothes like many larger girls. They made her feel dumpy. She was wearing tight destroyed style jeans that hugged her plump ass and full hips. They were tucked into mid-calf black furred boots. Her thermal Sinful top stopped just below her hip hugger jeans, the material of her top stretching across her C cup tits and showing them off. He really seemed to be focused on the sight of her soft ass moving in those jeans as they walked to the library door. Autumn glanced at him a few times from under her long dark lashes, and his eyes never seemed to move from her ass. She debating putting on her hip length coat just to take his disconcerting attention off her ass, but she admitted to herself that she really was enjoying it. Between his gaze and his hand burning through her top just above where his eyes were locked, her whole body felt hot. They walked in silence until they got outside. The chilly are outside felt great on her flushed skin. Autumn paused uncertainly. "Well..." she started, before she was interrupted. "So where are we going?" he asked confidently, his dark eyes staring into hers now. Declan Declan stared down into the girl's silvery grey eyes, watching them narrow in delightful irritation as his question registered. "Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?" she demanded in her honey sweet husky voice. He nearly growled in pleasure as her voice slid against him. When she'd stood up and he saw those full hips and thighs encased in tight jeans, he'd immediately started to get hard. Her scent had already been teasing him from the moment she'd come to the table. He'd been staring at her, trying to figure out why she smelled so good and why he hadn't noticed it in class before. He finally noticed how his intense stare was making her uncomfortable, so he'd started talking to the girl next to him so he wouldn't scare her. At the break, he'd been unable to resist moving closer so he could talk to her and hear her voice, which was nearly as sexy as her scent. He'd been pleasantly surprised at her sassy response earlier, as he was now, since she seemed so shy and quiet. She hadn't spoken a word to anyone until he asked her name. He'd expected her to squeak like a shy, nervous mouse. Now, she was growling and glaring at him like an annoyed cat as they walked out of the library. Declan grinned down at her, unable resist leaning closer to her. "I thought we were going to study somewhere else? Your place maybe?" Her eyes glittered and her voice went cold. "I don't believe I agreed to that. Actually, I don't even remember being asked. I just met you and don't even know your name so do you really th-" "Declan." She stopped confused. "What?" "Declan," he repeated. "That's my name. You didn't ask before." "Oh...sorry...Still, I don't even know you..." her voice trailed off as the anger drained out of it. He grinned. "That is true, but you won't get to know me either if you don't spend time with me. Why don't you let me walk you back to your dorm." He didn't say it as a question since he didn't want to give her a chance to say no. "I don't live on campus, and my car is just over there." Autumn pointed to a car about halfway down one row. Declan shrugged. "Ok well then I'll walk you to your car." After a moment, she nodded slightly and started walking that way. He noticed her shiver faintly as he put his hand on the small of her back again. Walking beside her, instead of behind her this time, he watched her face during the short trip. She was looking down at her feet, her face a bright red while she chewed on her full bottom lip with her teeth. Just before they finished their short walk to her car, her eyes darted to him and she blushed even more as she noticed him staring at her again. He saw the spark flare back in her eyes as she turned, just as they reached her car and she pulled away from his touch. "I really wish you would stop staring at me like that!" she said irritably. Declan raised one brow questioningly. "Like what?" he asked, fighting the urge to grin at how pissed off she looked while she was blushing such a pretty shade of red. "Like...like you want to eat me or something!" she exclaimed, then winced and dropped her gaze back to the ground near his feet. Declan struggled not to laugh this time. Then, that faded as he really thought about what she just said. Heat sparked in his dark eyes, and he growled low and soft. "Mmm... Well, there is a thought..." He moved in closer, his big body crowding her close to the side of her car. He put his large hands on either side of her as he leaned in close. He rumbled in her ear, "Can't say that was exactly what was on my mind, but I think I could manage that too." Autumn Autumn sucked in a breath as that deep voice she'd been so distracted by earlier breathed right by her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She wanted to moan at the feel of his hot breath on her neck, and that slight hint of southern accent just made it worse. Damn, she wasn't good at these things when she wasn't drunk... she thought, too much of her self-consciousness kicking in and holding her back from letting him know just how interested she was. She stood very still not wanting to move away, but unable to move closer either. "I wasn't giving you an invitation." Her smart-ass mouth came to the rescue again...or not. Autumn's eyes flashed wide in startled surprise as his hands moved, landing on her full hips as he chuckled softly against her ear. She jerked her head to the side and turned her face to look at him, realizing her mistake only after it was done. Her lips a bare inch away from his, where he had his head tilted down. His eyes were not on hers. They were fixed on her mouth. Autumn's lips parted and her tongue darted out to lick her lips nervously. She heard another growl, and then his mouth was on hers, ruthlessly taking advantage of her parted lips as his tongue slid deep inside and rubbed against hers. His fingers dug into her hips, pinning her with his big body against the side of her car. His hard chest pressed tight against her soft tits, with her messenger-style book bag trapped between them as it their lower halves apart. His tongue thrust in and out of her mouth, making her whimper. Autumn slide her arm up and buried her fingers in his short spiky hair as she pressed her mouth and tits tighter against him. Her nipples were hard and she began shifting her shoulders slightly, so that her nipples rubbed against his hard chest. A deep moan worked its way out of his throat as he felt her nipples harden against him, and he slid his hands around to her plump ass, digging his fingers in to yank her hips against his. A growl of frustration slipped out as her as her bag prevented her from feeling her softness against his cock. He pulled back, intending to yank her bag out of the way. However, just then, headlights from a vehicle pulling into the library parking lot swept over them. Autumn jerked the as the lights made her realize where they were. The additional space between them helped her think. She wasn't a prude or anything and was far from being a virgin. However, she didn't fuck guys she had just met either. She was pretty sure had they been somewhere more private, that's just where this would have ended up. She dropped her arms from around his neck hands, holding onto the bag in front of her like a shield. "Ummm... Look, Declan..." Her voice was a little shaky as she tried to move to the side, putting more distance between them. "Like I said earlier, I don't even know you. I'm not just gonna... you know..." She was blushing again as her eyes dropped back to his feet and her shyness kicked back in. "What? Fuck me you mean?" his deep voice rumbled above her, and she nodded face bright red. She was really getting a headache from all the blood rushing to her head. "Yeah... that," she said. "Well, that wasn't really what I was thinkin'...ok yeah that was what I was thinkin'," Declan grinned. "But, I wasn't expecting it." He chuckled low and deep. "Mmm, but really thinking and wanting it hard." Autumn gulped and forced her head up to look at him, that hot look in his eyes making her pussy clench with want. "I... umm... yeah... I mean..." She stuttered, unable to form a complete sentence. He cocked his head to one side, eyes on her face, watching her intently, and asked, "How 'bout we just start with your phone number?" Collared Ch. 02 Cyrus was glued to the couch by the window. If he stuck his tongue out and started panting he might look like that of a faithful dog waiting for his owner to come home. In Cyrus's case it was the opposite. Simon was given full access over Trinity so long as Jeta remained Cyrus's alone. Simon was fine with that, he just wanted someone he could fuck, and someone to wake him up with a blowjob. Simon was a simple man in a lot of ways it seemed. The police car finally showed up, and in the back seat was his new prize possession, Jeta Ferris. Pulling her out of the back, the familiar officer brought her to the door. Cyrus opened it before it could be knocked on. "The transaction went through in the paper work, you got a good discount on this one. Here she is, all yours." Cyrus pulled her inside noting she held a look of pure sorrow in her eyes. "Thanks officer..." "Tucker. Officer Tucker." He tipped his hat. "We've given her sterilization shots already, so her left arm might be a bit tender. You don't have to worry about pregnancy now. She'll need her shot monthly though, so don't forget. Have a good night." With that officer Tucker headed off. Cyrus shut and locked the door. "Jeta Ferris..." He looked her over noticing the tattooed collar around her neck. Irremovable in case she tried to run away. She even had a tracking chip implanted inside there somewhere. "My life... it's... over..." She seemed in a fragile state, Cyrus felt a bit bad, but he didn't want it to spoil his mood. "Oh no, its really not. You're mine now. I'll be taking care of you." Cyrus grabbed her arm gently. "You mean... raping me... torturing me..." She held a hint of bitterness in her tone. "Hey, would you rather I had left you in custody? As far as perverts go, there are worse ones out there." Cyrus assured her lifting her chin to look into her sad green eyes, "I'll protect you, and I'll be nice to you, but you need to serve me still..." Jeta's eyes leaked a tear as she sniffled, "I just want to go home..." "This is your home now. I'll take care of you." He repeated softly stroking her pin straight blonde hair. Jeta looked to the floor and nodded, "I have no choice..." She looked up at him, "What do you want from me?" Cyrus noted she was wearing her black jeans and her t-shirt from this morning still. It hardly suited her now. "I want you to remove those clothes first of all... I want to see all of you." Jeta backed up a bit and slowly pulled off her top, her black bra underneath lifted her beautiful c-cup breasts. "Good... keep going." Cyrus stood back watching her. Jeta undid her jeans letting them slide to the floor. She stepped out of them. Her blue panties were striped. "Mmm... keep going." He watched transfixed. Pulling off the bra and her panties she was left in her knee high black socks and shoes. She stared at the floor, her most intimate parts revealed to him. He just stared for a bit before lifting her chin again, "You're so beautiful..." He looked into her eyes. Jeta looked at him sadly. "Just fuck me and get it over with..." Cyrus was a bit taken aback. No, he wouldn't just fuck her. He was going to enjoy her. He picked Jeta up by her hips lifting her onto the counter. He got down and spread her pussy lips before sliding his tongue along her slit. Her legs jolted and a gasp escaped her. He was getting through to her. Cyrus kept licking until he found the bud. Her back arched, and her pussy dripped. "Oh!" She moaned out loudly. He wasted no more time licking before he began inserting a finger. She was tight, a definite virgin. Cyrus continued to rub her inner walls until he found her g-spot. Jeta let out a loud gasp when he found it. She was writhing, trying not to fall off the counter. He spotted the tears forming in her eyes. She wasn't wanting this, but he was going to do his best to make her want it in the future. Jeta didn't fight him, she couldn't. Slaves could claim nothing, not even themselves. Cyrus pulled off his shirt, he wasn't muscular, but he wasn't anorexic either. His pale skin contrast well with his dark brown. Cyrus pulled off his pants and eagerly pushed in two fingers to her tight opening. She gasped and sniffled a little, wanting it to be over. Cyrus was ready. He spread her legs wide and inserted himself into her opening. "Oh..." He groaned at her tightness. Jeta screamed in pain and bit her lip. "A virgin..." Cyrus looked at her. She nodded and refused to look at his face. Cyrus leaned over her moving hard into her. "Oh God... I've dreamed of this..." Jeta moaned against her will as he brushed against her g-spot hard. She gripped the sides of the counter panting heavily as he moved. He could feel her wetness getting wetter, and her insides gripping around him hard. She was enjoying it despite herself. Cyrus continued to pump, but he wasn't going to last long. Fucking her was too much for him. Within a few minutes he came inside of her. "Oh..." He panted hard. Jeta let her body lie there limp. She felt disgusting. Cyrus pulled out of her and lifted her off the counter. He smiled and carried her to his room and let her lie down on the bed. "I'll let you sleep in my bed... Trinity has her own bed, but I want you near me." Cyrus told her. Jeta curled into the fetal position and hugged her knees. "Yes master..." She choked out. Cyrus smiled, "Good. Dinner will be in an hour. I'll either come for you myself or send for you. Try not to worry too much, the worst is behind you." Jeta said nothing, she just closed her eyes wishing she was just having a bad nightmare. Cyrus walked to Simons room and knocked. "Come in." Simon looked up from his magazine at Cyrus who was grinning ear to ear. "Good?" "Amazing..." Cyrus smiled at him, "I got so lucky finding her..." Simon smiled a bit, "I'll say, now hopefully we can afford to keep getting them shots..." "It'll be no issue. It's just a hundred dollars a month extra." Cyrus shrugged. "Yeah well... we're already doing a hundred dollars on Trinity a month... unless I just keep her for blowjobs and anal sex." Simon said thoughtfully. "Anal would be cheaper." Cyrus commented. "We'll see... for now though where is she sleeping?" Simon asked. "My bed. I'll just keep her there for now. I want her to stay close." Cyrus explained to his best friend. "Cool... when's dinner going to be?" Simon asked. "In an hour, want to play some video games until then?" Cyrus asked. "Yeah why not?" Simon got up and they headed down to the living room. The guys turned on their gaming system and picked up a controller. Their lives felt pretty complete just owning the girls they did own. It was definitely a man's world out there, and they were both blessed to be men. "Do you think she'll hate me forever?" Cyrus asked Simon. "Jeta? Possibly... you kind of sold her out. I'd sleep with one eye open if I were you man. Her worst day ever... that's today." Simon looked at his friend. "Alright... that's a good point." Cyrus sighed, "It's just, I'm not one of those cruel masters who just lives to torture... sure I want to fuck her, but I don't want to bring her physical harm, and I certainly don't want to." "Jeta certainly doesn't deserve that treatment, but I will admit... some women do..." Simon sighed thinking of past tormentors. They played their games for a while until it was dinner time. Cyrus went up to bring down Jeta. He looked into his room and saw her curled up in his sheets. Her face held a look of peace, and it made Cyrus smile. He stroked her hair gently and watched her groan a bit. "Jeta, its dinner time." He said softly. Her vibrant green eyes opened and she looked into his eyes, "Oh... this wasn't a nightmare after all..." He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed taking her hands in his. "Jeta. I honestly don't want to bring you harm. I really like you, and yes... I know I enslaved you, but truly, I want to make your life easy. I don't want someone else to abuse you. You and I both know, if you stayed out in the forest alone, some other man would have found you, and claimed you instead of me." Jeta looked at their hands thoughtfully, "Yeah... you're right... It still doesn't make me happy though. I don't want to be a slave..." "Sometimes you have to make the best of your situation." Cyrus looked at her softly. Jeta said nothing and nodded slowly. Cyrus had faith she'd warm up to him eventually. "Come on, lets have some dinner." Cyrus led her down to the kitchen with them. Trinity sat at the table in her grey slave top and panties. Jeta held the sheet from Cyrus's bed to her body as she sat down to eat. "I guess we'll have to get you something to wear around here." Simon looked over at him, "That might be best. Going around naked in public especially isn't safe." "Yeah we'll work on that." Cyrus said eating the stir-fry before him. After dinner was over Jeta pulled on her clothing from earlier. "Alright, we'll take you downtown to find you something to wear." Cyrus led her to the car, and started it once he was inside. Jeta sat quietly beside him. She looked over at her house sadly as they drove past it. Heading to the downtown shops they saw plenty of slaves and their masters roaming the streets. The fantasy shop was his first stop, he parallel parked and got out with Jeta. Her face held a look of dread as they entered. Looking around Cyrus found plenty of sex toys along the walls, but it was the cashier that caught his attention. A slave girl with large breasts. Her hair jet black, but her eyes held a look of mystery in her green orbs. "Hello master, how may I serve you today." She smiled at him devilishly. "I um... I'm looking for an outfit for my new slave." He gestured to Jeta. She looked her over, "Oh I see. What is my masters favourite colour?" She asked with a smile across her hot pink lips. "I like green..." He nodded. The slave girl pulled a green bra off the wall and some matching panties before leading Jeta to a change room. Cyrus looking around the store while he waited for her to change. After a few minutes Jeta emerged from the change room. Cyrus looked her over. The top she wore was a forest green with lighter green edging. It suited her beautiful features. On bottom was a bikini cut pair of underwear. "I love it." Cyrus said looking at nothing but Jeta's beautiful body. "You get complimentary wrist bands with this outfit if you wish to purchase it. It's part of our promotion right now." The slave told him. "Good, we'll take it for sure. Now what about slave shoes?" Cyrus asked. "Something to match might be most appropriate... what about green heels with bells so you can hear her when she walks?" The raven haired beauty offered. Cyrus nodded, "Perfect." He spotted them on the wall, around the ankle strap was a pair of bells on the four inch heels. "I'll take the entire outfit." Cyrus paid for the outfit as Jeta got into the heels. She'd had experience walking in heels, and that's all she could be thankful for. Heading out of the store together they passed a master viciously slapping his slave on the street. Jeta held her arms nervously. "See Jeta... I'd never do that to you." He assured her quietly. Jeta nodded a bit, "Thank you... maybe... I am luckier than I think..." Cyrus said nothing and headed back to the car with her. He hoped after today she might ease into her role a bit more. After all, he was her master now. TBC (suggestions and reviews appreciated) Collared Ch. 03 A week or two had gone by, and still no one had found Jeta's mother. Cyrus hadn't bothered to look for her, he got what he wanted. Jeta had learned to wake him up in the mornings, and that was usually one of the best parts of his day. Cyrus groaned loudly as he felt the warm wet tongue lapping at his testicles. "Oh..." He moaned as she took the head of it into her mouth. Jeta was must better at giving head than Trinity despite the fact Jeta was previously inexperienced to sexual behaviour. Jeta held her eyes closed licking his shaft as she moved her head slowly. Cyrus gripped his bedding, and bit his lip. "Oh you're a natural at this!" He said, his voice cracking a bit. She continued to do her job, and was met with his climactic fluids on her tongue. She swallowed it down trying not to taste it. Cyrus panted a bit and looked at her, "I love waking up..." Jeta sat on her knees. She wore the green slave outfit, and her usual pale purple lip gloss. He loved the way it felt on his penis. "Jeta, the end of the month is coming... which means we're going to have to have a conversation." Cyrus said sitting up. Jeta looked at him, "Alright." Cyrus looked at her, "I can't afford to get sterilization shots every month for two slaves, so every other month, you'll have to go off it." "What if I get pregnant?" Jeta asked concerned. "You won't... that's why I'm going to have to turn you into an anal slave next month." Cyrus explained. Jeta's face mirrored a look of horror. "I... I don't think I can do that..." "You can. I'll make it as painless as possible... but it means I'll have to stretch you slowly." Cyrus explained. Jeta went a light shade of pink. "Oh... I see..." She nodded avoiding eye contact. "I'll pick something up on the way home. I promise, I'll be gentle." Cyrus informed her. Simon came to the door after a moment, "You ready? We gotta get ready for work. The cunt wants me there early today." Cyrus nodded, "Yeah I'm coming." He picked up his new clothing and pulled them on as Simon headed downstairs. "What will you have me do today while you're out?" Jeta asked curiously. Cyrus looked at her for a moment, "Well I suppose you could help Trinity with the chores... I don't have any set tasks at the moment." he shrugged. Jeta nodded and sat on his bed while he headed down stairs to eat breakfast. Cyrus headed down and sat at the table shovelling his eggs into his mouth. Simon stared with disgust, "Do you even taste those?" Cyrus chuckled a bit before taking a drink of his coffee, "I'm ready, lets go." Simon sighed and put on his shoes. Cyrus did the same before following Simon to the car. Cyrus stared up at the sky on the drive. The rust colour was something he was used to, but he had to admit, he wished he had lived in the era where the sky was still blue. Then again, he wouldn't have his slaves if that were the case. The world was slowly falling apart, even to that very day. It had started falling apart six decades ago, back when the first female president turned out to be a failure. She released the nukes, and so did Russia in retaliation. What society remained after the war between Russia and American was a broken one, but it managed to rebuild itself, and a new leader rose from the ashes. He was so bitter towards the previous president, he spent years trying to pass a slavery law for all women over the age of eighteen. If they couldn't pay to be free, they were to become slaves. The only laws in a slave's favour was no murdering or irreversibly mutilating one's slave, but otherwise anything could happen to one. Cyrus felt it was a bit barbaric that branding slaves, and scarring them all over was allowed, but he never understood the intrigue behind pain slavery. Simon pulled into the parking lot and headed into the building with Cyrus. "Good luck with your supervisor." Cyrus said to Simon. "Thanks. I'll do my best not to smack her..." Simon stated as the doors opened. Cyrus headed to his sector, and began doing his normal routine. He was a bit nervous when lunch time came about. There was a lot of talk about lay-offs, and that was making him worried. "Cyrus, how's it going?" Jordan, one of his fellow workers with the dark chestnut coloured hair asked as he sat across from him at lunch. "Oh, it's going pretty good. My slave is finally waking me up in the morning with incredible blow jobs..." Cyrus smirked. Jordan scoffed, "I wish mine would do that, but she's fucking useless..." "Don't you beat her into it if she disobeys?" Cyrus asked confused. "I try, but the stupid bitch is broken... she loves to be hit..." Jordan rolled his eyes eating his sandwich. "Really? She's THAT broken?" Cyrus asked. "Yeah... it's really shitty." Jordan sighed. "I'll say... you know what else is shitty? The lay-offs. I hope that doesn't happen to us." Cyrus stated. "Time will tell..." Jordan decided. The economy was still crashing hard despite everything that had been done to try and prevent it. With most of the world turning to the slavery laws, it was starting to cheapen the price of slaves, as they were no longer a hot commodity. The issue was still on his mind as he met Simon by the car. "How did it go this morning?" Cyrus asked him. Simon looked like he was fuming, "Oh... fan-fucking-tastic... the stupid cunt had me doing her bitch work all morning, and I lost half my lunch hour in the process. I swear... karma better pay her back fucking good." Simon opened the car door getting inside. Cyrus sat down, " Sorry to heard that man... I wish there was something I could do." Simon shook his head, "Don't worry about it... I just need distraction." "Could we stop downtown before we go home? I have to get a few things and, that might just help you calm down." Cyrus suggested. Simon nodded, "Yeah ok." He began to drive downtown. Cyrus convinced Simon to follow him inside the slave sex shop. A blonde slave girl wearing nothing more than a bikini stood at the counter, "Hello masters." She bowed her head, her name tag stating her name was 'Sparky' which meshed well with her short spiky hair. "Hi. I'm looking for an anal stretching kit." Cyrus informed her. Simon looked at him, "I see you're serious about that idea." The slave nodded, "Of course." she walked over to the wall of anal tools and pulled down a box of various sized dildos. "Would you like a supply of condoms and lubricant? They help keep the dildos clean." Sparky offered. Cyrus nodded, "Yeah sure." He watched her add them to the pile, "Anything you want in here Simon?" Simon looked around, "There are a lot of interesting things here, but I don't have a bad slave, so it'd be pretty pointless." Cyrus shrugged. "I guess that's it then." Sparky rang through the sale, and the two headed out. "Was that all you needed from here?" Simon asked. "Yeah, but if you want we can stay out longer." Cyrus suggested. Simon shook his head, "I'd much rather head home." Cyrus nodded holding his bag. "Sure, that might be best." With that Simon drove them home. Trinity and Jeta had cleaned up the house nicely, and dinner was on the stove already courtesy of Trinity. Cyrus looked in the living room to see Jeta sitting on the couch. "Hello Jeta." He smiled handsomely at her. Jeta nodded to him, she still hadn't cracked a smile since her enslavement. "Come upstairs with me for a moment." Cyrus headed upstairs and she followed obediently. He set his bag down on the bed and looked at her as she stood in the bedroom unsure of what task she was to perform. "I got the anal kit today. I want to get you started on it." her cheeks flushed immediately. Cyrus opened the kit and noticed the enema tools first. "This might be best to start with, lets go to the washroom." Jeta followed him dreading what was to come. Cyrus read the instructions and filled up the sack with water the hose attached to the end of the bag was closed so no water would spill out prior to insertion. "Pull off your panties and bend over." Cyrus instructed. Following his instructions she slid off the green panties before turning and leaning over the bathroom counter. Cyrus looked over her shapely ass, he loved the way it looked when he'd spy on her changing in her room next door, but in person it was twice as incredible. "Spread your legs and pull your ass cheeks apart for me." Cyrus watched as she obeyed. He lubricated the end of the hose and carefully pushed it inside her rectum listening to her whimper. "Now when I start this, you have to hold it in until I say to let it out. The water has to do its job inside." Cyrus informed her. "P-please don't watch me release it..." She stuttered a bit. "I won't I promise. Just keep it in until I leave the room." He told her, "I'm starting it now." She held the nozzle in her ass and stiffened when he began releasing the water into her. He noted her breathing changing, she was trying hard to focus. He was getting aroused by what he was doing to her, but he knew the fun would start once his stretching was over. Jeta's hands were shaking, she was between embarrassment and discomfort with no way out of it. "C-can I go now?" She asked nervously. "Not yet, the bag isn't empty." Cyrus told her. "But I feel so full... I don't think I can take any more..." Jeta begged him. "You'll be ok. Just relax, and let it fill you." Cyrus squeezed the bag a bit speeding up the process. She whimpered and groaned gripping the edge of the counter with one hand, her knees clenching together. When the bag was empty he looked at her. "Leave it in, count to thirty, and then I'll leave ok?" He told her. Jeta didn't dare remove the nozzle in case the water tried to expel itself. "Does it hurt?" Cyrus asked. She shook her head, "Not pain... just... its embarrassing and it feels uncomfortable..." Cyrus nodded, "Well you let that out, I'll be in the bedroom, come in there when you're done." Jeta nodded watching him leave. Cyrus headed to the bedroom and looked down at his bulge in his pants. "That was hot..." Cyrus waited for about ten minutes before Jeta walked into the room again, still flushed with embarrassment. "I-I cleaned the bag and the nozzle, and its in the bathroom..." She said quietly holding her panties in one hand. "Good, now I want you to lie face down on the bed ok? I'll put in the first plug, and you have to keep it in through dinner." Cyrus held up the smallest butt plug in the package. Jeta lowered her head and climbed up in the bed placing her panties on the floor. Cyrus lubricated the end of the plug and knelt between her spread legs. he pushed the pointed tip against her sphincter and listened to her whimper, "Please... slower..." she begged. He decided while it was so hard for her to take it in he'd get her asshole worked a bit. He set the plug down and gently ran his finger over her hole watching it pucker. "Relax your butt, Jeta. If you tense, it'll only hurt you." She focused on her breathing, and felt his finger lightly probing at her opening. It was tight, and he looked forward to anal sex in the future with her. He moved his finger in a circular motion adding a bit more pressure, one he got the very tip in he pushed in and out slowly. Finally, his finger slipped inside, and she tried her best not to clench. He moved it smoothly in and out getting off on the sight of probing her anus. "Good... how does that feel?" He asked. "Weird..." She muttered. He moved in and out a bit longer before he pulled out. He placed the plug against the opening, "This time its the plug, and once its all in, its not coming out." Cyrus informed her. Jeta bit her lip as she felt it going inside, she did her best not to clench around it as he pushed it in further than his finger had ventured. Suddenly she felt her anus wrap around a thinner part of the plug, and he stopped pushing. Cyrus stared at the flat part of the plug sticking out of her ass. "Good, now leave it in. I want you to sit directly on it." Jeta sat up and fidgeted a bit, "Please Cyrus... can I take it out?" "It's 'master' and why?" He asked, "It's not hurting you is it?" "No its just... I feel like I have to poop..." She made a face. "Thats how it's supposed to feel. Come on, dinner's almost ready." Cyrus stood up and handed her panties back, "You can wear those to ensure the plug stays in your ass." Jeta put them on slowly, her movements a bit slower than normal due to her discomfort. "Yes master." She followed him downstairs. "After dinner, we'll play around some more with it." Cyrus informed her. Jeta followed him dreading the rest of her night. TBC (Suggestions and Reviews appreciated) Collared Ch. 04 Holding onto the bedding Jeta was laying flat out on her stomach while a bigger sized dildo was being shoved into her tight rectum. She whimpered as she felt her sphincter slowly swallow up the widest portion of the dildo. "It's all inside. Now you just have to leave it there over night." Cyrus told her lying beside her. "I... I can't, I just want to push it out..." She whined feeling her anus throbbing against the toy. "You have to keep it in, or else it'll really hurt when I put my penis in there." Cyrus said casually. Jeta pulled on her slave underwear shakily. Cyrus let himself lie on the bed, eyes closed. "If you don't want it in there all night, then you have to let me put my penis in there..." Jeta thought about this for a moment. She was already suffering. The feeling of something so big lodged in her anus was going to make it impossible to sleep, especially as she throbbed around it. She pulled off her underwear. "Just do it..." she told him. Cyrus looked at her face. She didn't want to, it was obvious. "Lie on your stomach then. I'll be gentle I promise." She got down on her stomach, and he got behind her. Slowly Cyrus pulled out the toy watching as her ass gaped. He grabbed the lubrication off the night stand and poured some of it into her gape before he rubbed it all of the head and shaft of his penis. It was finally time. He pressed his hard erection into her opening watching it slowly swallow him up. Cyrus couldn't help but groan at the feeling. "Oh my God..." Jeta pressed her face into the pillows and willed it to be over soon. Cyrus lifted her hips so she was on her knees, and he slowly thrust into her, careful not to injure her. He reached under her and slowly began stroking her clit. She tried to hold back a moan, his speed, and his rubbing didn't feel as awful as she expected. Cyrus closed his eyes biting his bottom lip as he felt her asshole relax a bit more, allowing him to move a little faster. Cyrus kept on moving with her enjoying how his cock looked as it slid in and out of her tight hole. After about fifteen minutes he felt himself beginning to release. He groaned and released inside her ass. She felt the warmth of his semen even as he pulled out. "That wasn't so bad was it?" He asked lying next to her. Jeta shook her head and closed her eyes hugging her arms. Cyrus pulled the blankets over her and wrapped his arms around her. He felt bad, but at the same time that's what slaves were for. She existed for his own personal pleasure. Cyrus closed his eyes, and held her as he began to fall asleep in his euphoric state. He felt his eyes shoot open as the alarm sounded early in the morning. He groaned, and got up to catch a shower. Jeta curled into his sheets, and he didn't mind not getting his usual wake up blow job, especially not after what he did to her last night. After showering he headed downstairs, and met up with Simon who was already eating breakfast. "Today's the big day... we finally get to hear who's being cut from their jobs." Simon said unenthusiastically. "Damn... already? That's shitty..." Cyrus sighed. "You think we could win the lottery and just move out of this boring city, and start a harem?" Simon asked sarcastically. "You know I'll get right on that..." Cyrus eat his toast. After a bit Jeta came down the stairs in her slave uniform. She knelt on the floor by his feet, "May I eat master?" Cyrus smiled and grabbed a plate putting some bacon, toast and eggs on it. "Here." He handed it to her. She hate hungrily with her hands, "This one took a cock up her ass last night, and didn't hate it." Cyrus told Simon. "Really? I thought all girls hated anal sex?" Simon raised a brow. "She didn't like it I don't think, but she didn't cry or anything. She got really wet when I was fucking her and toying with her clit." Cyrus smirked watching Jeta go red as she ate. Trinity cleaned up the kitchen silently as per usual. "We should get to work before we wind up late." Simon suggested. The two finished eating, and headed for the car. Simon drove them. The plant parking lot was full, but Cyrus had reason to believe tomorrow it wouldn't be. He was nervous, because if he lost his job, he'd have no means of living, and likely he'd become homeless in a short amount of time. Simon and Cyrus headed inside the building together and watched as people gathered around the wall where people who were being canned would be posted. A few people walked away with relieved sighs, while others began cursing and yelling, and having to be escorted off the premises. Jordan cursed loudly, "God damn it! What am I going to do now?!" Jordan cursed. "What happened? Were you canned?" Cyrus asked his friend. "Yeah... now what am I going to do? I've got a ton of debt... I'll have to sell my stupid slave if I want to get out of this mess..." Jordan gritted his teeth. Simon stood for a bit looking for both of their names. He looked at Cyrus and gave a thumbs up that they were safe. "I wish you luck Jordan." "Yeah... thanks man." Jordan sighed and headed on home. Cyrus and Simon headed up to their level when they heard screaming coming from the head of the departments office. "You can't be serious! I've been working here for three years, and I've been supervising for the entire time! Without me, this place wouldn't have run in an orderly fashion what so ever! This is sexist!" A female voice rang out. Cyrus turned to Simon who had a growing look of amusement on his face. "What is it?" Suddenly to answer his question Faith Wolf headed out of the office and glared up at Simon as he blocked her way, "Get the fuck out of my way!" She shouted at him. Simon started to laugh and stepped aside, "Good fucking day already, I can see it now!" Simon smirked as he patted Cyrus's shoulder, "I'll see you at lunch." Cyrus smiled a little, "Well... its been a long time since I've seen him smile..." He headed off to his sector to begin his work day. It seemed half the plant was being shut down, and he didn't know what to do. Would he even have a job by the end of the cuts? It was impossible to say, because this was only the first round of them. He was happy for his own luck, but he felt bad for Jordan and some of his other former co-workers. They really needed the job, and now they were going to have to scrounge up cash from odd jobs and terrible low paying jobs. At lunch Simon and Cyrus spent a lot of time talking about the possibility of losing their jobs. "What would we really do if we lost our jobs?" Cyrus asked. "Well we'd likely be homeless and you'd have to sell Jeta." Simon said eating his sandwich. Cyrus didn't want that to ever be an option; she was his forever as far as he was concerned. "We're selling Trinity before we sell Jeta..." "You'd have to share her with me then." Simon said pointedly. "Well... I don't care if she blows you at least..." Cyrus shrugged. "No? So you think she could blow me today?" Simon smirked. "No, fuck off." Cyrus smiled a bit, "I meant in an emergency situation dumb ass." "I know what you meant, but I like to test my luck sometimes.... speaking of my luck, I can't believe they canned the royal cunt... I'm so pleased." Simon grinned ear to ear once again. "It's about time by the sounds of it. You know, I've never really heard anyone else say too much about her. I know people didn't particularly like her, but you HATED her." Cyrus pointed out. "It goes beyond that for me... she used to single me out and try to humiliate me in front of everyone." Simon explained. "Did you do anything to anger her?" Cyrus asked curiously. "No... well... I sort of got caught staring at her breasts the one day... ever since she started to be a bitch, and then it didn't get better because I gave it back to her." Simon explained to his best friend. "So there was a reason behind it... you really have to be more careful with your wandering eyes, man." Cyrus chuckled. Simon shook his head and smiled, "Yeah, yeah." Simon thought for a moment. "Do you think Faith Wolf will end up a slave someday?" The idea was clearly both amusing and arousing. "You'd like that too much if that happened." Cyrus told him. "Would I ever? I doubt it would happen, but I'd totally spend every cent I own just to fuck her once, and come all over her face." Simon said rather graphically. "I'm eating..." Cyrus glared. "I'm fine with that." Simon smiled at him amused. The two men parted ways when lunch was over only to meet up again by the car. "Man, this parking lot is totally a ghost town." Cyrus noted as he looked around at all the empty parking spaces. "Yeah, and pretty soon there will be less people working here." Simon commented unlocking the doors. Cyrus got into the car and buckled up before Simon drove them back to the house. Jeta was washing the floor when they arrived, and Cyrus tilted his head a bit watching her ass as she bent over to scrub. Jeta turned to look back at him, "Welcome home masters." "Hey Jeta." Simon said lazily before sitting in front of the television. The night carried on quietly, and it seemed the news could only talk about the lay-offs every twenty minutes. It was very clear that economy was going down the drain once again. Still, Cyrus held onto hope things would get better soon enough. Trinity cooked up some pasta and let them dish theirs onto their plates. Cyrus pulled out a chair for Jeta to sit with them to eat. "Thank you master." She bowed her head a bit as she sat down. It had been a long time since he'd seen Jeta smile, and it was something he wanted to see again, but there was no way he'd be so lucky. He hoped his gesture would be enough but it was all for nothing, and he could have expected it. They ate together, and Simon discussed the possibility of gambling. "That's not the best idea... what if we lose everything?" "Well that's a good point, but if we win we could buy a farm in the county, buy a solar panel and live free." Simon chuckled. "That's really not a bad idea... but gambling isn't the way to do it... I guess we're just stuck here." Cyrus shrugged a bit. After dinner Cyrus went to his room, and let himself lie down. Jeta eventually joined him on the bed out of obligation, and curled up a little bit away from him. Cyrus looked at her back, and moved closer beginning to spoon her. He kissed her neck and placed his lips by her ear, "What do you say I leave your ass alone tonight, and just fuck your pussy?" He still had time to use her vagina, at least until her needle wore off in the following week. Jeta nodded, "Thank you master..." She whispered. Cyrus rolled her onto her back and pulled off her panties. Her legs spread, and he inserted himself inside of her. With a groan he bit his lip. No one but him would ever have her. She belonged to him.