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In Training Ch. 01

By: Leetah



When Liandra awoke, the first thing she was aware of was that she was lying on a soft surface. Then she became aware of other things. The room she was in had very little light, and there was a cool breeze blowing softly on her naked skin. Naked?! When she attempted to move, she discovered her arms were bound above her head and her legs were bound in a similar fashion, so that she was lying spread-eagled on the...she guessed a bed. She was slightly chilled but not really cold. How had she gotten here? She tried to think. The last thing she remembered was being at Natalie's house. There was a party going on, and she had been having fun. She had met a really handsome older man there, although she couldn't really remember what he looked like now. He had been very attentive to her, and she had been flattered, when he kept bringing her drinks and talking to her as if she were and adult, not just a nineteen year old girl. She had started feeling dizzy and he had offered to help her get some air. She had agreed, and then everything else was a blank until she woke up here...wherever here was.

Now Liandra tried to concentrate on her surroundings a bit more. She realize that she could make out vague shapes of furniture in the room, which appeared to be rather large from what she could tell. She could lift her head slightly but that was all. The bindings around her wrists and ankles were not uncomfortable, but they were tight and firmly held her in place. She tried tugging at them, but to no avail. She could hear nothing in the room at all, but she could smell a faint scent of incense or candles, she wasn't certain which. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before, and she began to be frightened. She was a good girl, never in trouble, and still a virgin. She had fooled around slightly with guys before, but not too much. She wanted to know what was going to happen to her, and why she was here. "Hello?" Her voice was tentative.

"Ah, good, you're awake." A voice filled the room. Liandra realized it must be some kind of intercom system, as there was obviously no one in the room besides herself. "I'm sure you're wondering what you're doing here, aren't you my Sweet?"

"Yes."

"Well, you were so exquisite at the party, you were the one I had to pick. So very sweet and innocent. Just the type of girl I'm always looking for. You are lovely, my Dear. I believe I'll come in and look at you again, now that I can see all of you." 

Liandra heard the door to the room open in a few minutes, and a figure stepped in. He was nothing more than a large dark shadow, his features hidden in the dimness. He walked over to the bed, and stared down at her. She was a lovely young woman, indeed. She was a petite thing, only 5'2", and built to match. Her long chestnut hair fell down to her bottom and her cobalt eyes were wide and clear. Her lips were soft and very kissable, and her heart-shaped face was almost elfin, with its high cheekbones. Her breasts were the perfect size for her frame, and dusky rose nipples tipped them. Her sweet innocent sex was hidden by a light dusting of brown curls, which the man suddenly combed a finger through. She whimpered.

"This will have to go. Sandy, bring me the implements, please."

The door opened again, and another shadow moved in, bringing a tray which he set on the bed. Liandra felt something cold and fluffy against her pussy, and cried out. "Oh, stop, you silly girl, it's only shaving cream," he admonished her, and proceeded to slowly shave her mound, until she was as bare as the day she was born. She had begged and pleaded the entire time he was shaving her, and he had laughed at her. Now he looked down at her again, and smiled. She could see the gleam of his teeth in the darkness. "Now, that's better. Much more enjoyable." He ran his fingers over the now-smooth flesh, and she began to scream in panic. He chuckled.

"Scream all you want, Precious. The room is sound-proofed, so no noise will escape. It's better that way."

The man moved away from the bed now and toward the door. "Best to get some rest now, Liandra, before our guests arrive."

The door closed behind him, and all was silent again. Liandra finally managed to stop shrieking, knowing that if she was to get out of the situation she was in unharmed, she had to keep her wits about her. She had no idea what was going to happen yet, where she was, or even who her captor was. She shivered, her bare puss feeling odd without its normal covering of curls. The fear that she was feeling was draining, and she felt herself growing drowsy, despite the seriousness of her plight. Her eyelids flutter closed, and she slept again. After what seemed like hours, she awoke again to the sensation of lips kissing over her shorn mound. Soft, tiny kisses rained down on her, feather-light. "Oh no," she moaned. "Please, please stop." There was no answer, only the feel of the mouth moving over her skin. Lifting her head, she could see a large, dark shadow at the foot of the bed, leaning over her lower body. His mouth moved from the top of her slit, to down lower, all over her nether lips and down to her perineum, then back up. He kissed, and kissed, and kissed some more, and then finally she felt his fingers pulling her labia apart, and his tongue began lapping lazily at her folds. 

Liandra tried to fight, but she couldn't. She was too well bound to the bed. Tears began to slide down her cheeks, as she begged him again. "Please don't....I don't want this...." In response, his tongue moved into her, exploring her innermost self, and then his lips closed around her clit. He sucked softly on her little nub, making her hips buck upward, for she couldn't deny it felt good, even though she was not agreeable to being molested. He tongue-fucked her gently at first, then with more force, sucking hard on her clit until she exploded in his mouth. While she was still crying out from her orgasm, she felt him begin kissing over her pussy again. He continued the same routine until he brought her to orgasm four times, then he sat up. He made a motion with his hand, and the lights were completely extinguished. She felt him move up her body, and then his mouth fastened over hers, and she tasted her own cum as he shared it with her, letting it drip into her mouth from his. She felt him stand, felt the bed shake, and a few moments later, something warm and sticky covered her bare breasts, as he groaned. His mouth was suddenly wet upon her breasts, his tongue cleaning off the cum he had spilled on her, and he forced her to take that from his mouth as well. She heard him move away from the bed, and say something in a voice too low for her to hear, then the door opened, and the dim lights reappeared. Her captor entered the room, and shook hands with the other man.

"Well, Mr. X, how is she?"

"Delightfully sensitive. I am most appreciative of being the first to taste the virgin juices, and to play with the innocent body. When her cherry is popped, I will pay handsomely to be there."

"So you shall be, my friend. It will be a little while before she is deflowered, for many will pay well just to taste a virgin pussy."

"Indeed. I must go for now, but may I return tomorrow for another drink?"

"As long as you pay me, my dear Mr. X, you may return as often as you like."

The customer left. Liandra had been too stunned by the exchange to speak, but now she found her voice. "Who are you and why are you doing this to me?"

Her captor moved back to the bed, and slowly ran his fingers over the girl's tear-stained cheeks. "Who I am is of no concern to you, Precious. I choose to do this because I can, and because I can make a great deal of money from your delicious body. Men, such as the one that just left, will pay just about anything for a taste of young virgin pussy, and you will provide that. You will do whatever they want, whenever they want, in time. You're mine now."

His hands moved down her throat and onto her breasts, and he thumbed her nipples, making her gasp. "You will be the tastiest little piece of tail that I own. I'll have them beating down the doors to get into your tight little cunt, and the one that finally does is going to pay a fortune to do it. Even after it's done, they're still going to pay an arm and a leg to get into your pants...not that you'll be wearing any from now on." He laughed, continuing to massage her breasts.

"How can you do this to me? To anyone?" Her voice was breathless, for he knew how to touch a woman quite well.

"It's easy, Precious. Just find someone like you, that's gorgeous and a little shy, and chat them up...drug them....and bring them home to the stable." His hands wandered further down, testing her soft skin, then moving to her inner thighs, making small circles there, getting closer and closer to her moist pussy. "See....you want it again. I can smell you from here." He laughed, dipping a finger into her slit and bringing it to his lips, sucking her nectar off. "So welcome to your new home, little girl. You're going to learn to serve me and anyone else that will pay me for you. Your training will begin soon. Now get some sleep."

He moved out of the room, and soon after the lights were shut off again. Liandra had no idea of the time or of anything else. Crying softly, wondering how she could ever escape, she drifted into a restless sleep.

In Training Ch. 02



Liandra awoke very slowly, not knowing where she was at first, then it all came back to her in a rush. She was a prisoner, soon to provide whatever sick and twisted sexual favors men would pay for. Only a few moments after she awakened, she heard the door open and a figure moved into the room. She could tell by the size it was the attendant that had brought her captor the tray the day before when he had shaved her. The man said nothing to her, but came over to the bed carrying another tray, which he set down on a table behind him.

"Please," Liandra said, softly, begging. "Please help me." Not a word. The room was deathly quiet, as the man ran his hands over her body, in a very clinical fashion. He grunted, then moved back to the table. She could see him picking up what looked like a bowl, and then he moved back to her. In moments, she felt a warm, somewhat sticky substance being applied to her underarms, mound and legs. "What are you doing to me?" She was alarmed, and even more so when he would not answer her. He stepped back and seemed to be waiting. She could feel the substance slowly harden on her body. After what seemed like forever, she felt his hands move over the covered surfaces again, as if testing. Then, she began screaming as he ripped a strip of the hardened goo from beneath her arm. Dimly she realized he must have applied wax to her to remove the rest of the hair on her body, and it was more painful than she could have imagined, as he pulled the strips from her. By the time he was done, she was a weeping, shivering mess. He left the room again, and she began to scream in pain and frustration at her captor. "How could you do this? You're a monster! Let me go, you Bastard..." 

Several hours after she had quieted down and been left alone, Liandra's door was opened again, and this time, her captor came in. He ran his hands over her body, much as the assistant had done, only his touch was designed to tease the girl. "Very nice. Soft and smooth, just the way a young woman's body should be." She glared at him, and he laughed. "Oh, such a look, on that pretty face. I suggest you remove it at once....the consequences could be very painful." His tone became cold enough to frighten her, and she found herself smoothing her brow. "Much better, Precious. Mmmm, so very fuckable you are. I can scarcely wait to whore you out so I can fuck that delectable cunt of yours. For now, it shall have to wait though. Time for your bath, Dearest." He slid a dark blindfold over her head and completely covered her eyes, then he unlocked her wrists, locking them behind her back, to keep her helpless. She felt him unlocking her ankles, then his hand cupped her elbow and he led her from the room.

After a short walk, Liandra was taken into a room, and she could feel the warmth and steam surrounding her, assuming she was in a bathroom. She was pushed forward and the shackles were lifted above her head and attached to something, so that her arms were lifted and she was barely standing on her tiptoes. She heard water running, and then felt warm spray hitting her body and head. She heard the door open again, and soft footsteps moving into the room. "Ah, girls...so nice of you to join us," she heard him say, and then the sound of a hand slapping bare flesh twice. "Wash her for me, my Beauties....you know what to do to prepare her." Two soft voices answered in chorus.

"Yes, Master."

The next moment she felt two pairs of small soft hands rubbing over her body, slick with water and soap. One washed her back and bottom carefully, while the other washed every crevice of her front, then her hair was washed as well. As soon as the soap was rinsed from her, she felt the hands begin to explore her body now. One pair moved slowly over her breasts and played with her nipples, teasing her. The other pair slid over her firm ass, pulling it gently apart, and cupping it. She heard her captor say, rather breathlessly, "Mouths, my Darlings...use them." Then a warm mouth was kissing over her breasts, and another was nuzzling between her thighs. Tongues slid over her skin, tasting her, and she began moaning, unable to help herself. A kittenish tongue slid in and out of her slit, diddling her clit and making her scream. In the background, she heard the man say "Offer yourself to me, Jenny," then in a moment, "Yes, that's a good little fuck toy." Neither mouth moved from Liandra then entire time, and she felt herself cumming hard beneath their kissing and touching. She heard the man groan out his own orgasm, and then the girls moved away from her, and she was left hanging there, the water cascading down her body.

He pulled her down and dried her off, blew her hair dry, rubbed lotion into her skin, and aroused her again, then took her back to the bed, where she was re-chained. Now the blindfold was removed and she saw the gleam of his white teeth again. "You look lovely, Precious. Now, your visitors will soon be here. Rest until then. After you are done tonight, you may eat." He left the room, and Liandra was left with nothing to do but wait in the dim light, her body tingling from the thorough touching her kidnapper had given her as he had applied her lotion. She fell into a light doze, but was awakened when the door opened and two dark shapes moved into the room. They both stood in the shadows, looking her body up and down for a very long time before they moved to the bed. The lights were raised slightly, and she saw that they were both wearing masks that left only their nostrils and mouths free. The eyeholes were covered with a material that allowed them to see out, but did not allow her to see their eyes at all. Other than that, both were naked. "Mmmmm, W," one said. "Look at that. A fine little piece of tail indeed, wouldn't you agree?"

"Oh, yes, V. She will taste incredible tonight." They laughed, moving toward her and stroking their cocks. Both were quite well-endowed, the one on the right larger and thicker than the other. "Where shall we begin on her?"

"Hmmmm.....how about her sweet lips? Let's kiss her first, then move down."

"A fine idea."

"Please gentlemen..." Liandra couldn't help herself from begging again. "Please don't. Don't you know this is wrong? I'm a person...with feelings...please....help me. Let me go."

Liandra's heart sank as they moved forward, and each took one side of the bed, kneeling beside her. W took her mouth first, with his clumsy, wet lips, his tongue thick and probing, pushing its way past her lips. As he kissed her, V stroked his own cock, watching. When she was breathless, V took over, his lips thin and unpleasant. Now, both sets of lips touched her cheeks, and moved down her throat, over her collarbone, and lower. They kissed all over her breasts, soft kisses that aroused. By the time they took her nipples, she was squirming on the bed as best she could. They suckled her hard and fast, and then slowly and easily, stroking themselves the entire time. Moisture was pouring from her slit, coating her labia and wetting the bed beneath her, and she was moaning. They began nipping her a bit, teasing little bites that became harder and harder, until her pleasure was mixed with pain. 

"Pussy time..." She had no idea who had said it, but their mouths slid down over her hips and tongues entwined over her nether lips, taking turns diving into her, sucking at her clit. Their hands were rough on her nipples, tweaking and pinching, as W moved to slide his cock up and down her slit, and V moved to the head of the bed, and began slapping her face with his cock. When she opened her mouth to moan, he shoved himself between her lips and started fucking her mouth. W moved on top of her, teasing her and sucking on her nipples again. He would let the head of his cock brush the inside of her pussy, but did not dare go further, for her owner would kill him if she lost her virginity yet. Liandra was being driven mad with all the sensations assailing her nubile body. Her pussy ached to clamp around something, and she felt her muscles try to pull W's cock inside her when he slid just the head in. She couldn't fight her own body's need, and let the orgasms rush over her, gagging as V spilled his seed into her mouth. When he had finished, he moved to change places with W, who began fucking her mouth slowly, as V licked her pussy at the same speed. 

Liandra felt it building again. She wanted to stop it, but couldn't. She didn't realize that all this was designed to train her innocent body to crave sex so much that anytime a man even touched in any way, she would spread her legs for him. Her captor wanted to use her in so many ways, and this would be just the first step. Now her mouth was filled again, as she reached the pinnacle herself. After W finished filling her mouth with his cum, he climbed off of her, and both men moved to kiss her again. The kisses were infinitely tender and deep, and she couldn't help but respond. They each kissed her breasts again, then the lights were lowered and they left the room. 

Outside the room, the Master asked the two how they had enjoyed the girl. "She is outstanding, Sir. We shall be back very soon, and we shall wish to fuck her when you have offered that privilege." Smiling, Liandra's new owner sent Sandy in with food for the frightened girl, knowing he was going to enjoy this one even more than usual.



In Training Ch. 03



Time passed slowly for Liandra, locked away in the room at her captor's house. Every night, men came to play with her body, and use her for their pleasure, but the most humiliating part of the whole process was the way she was coming to enjoy their touches and kisses. She was allowed to moved around the room for an hour every day now, as well as being allowed to get her own shower daily, although she was escorted to and from the bathroom, still blindfolded each time, and sometimes, other girls were sent to join her, to play with her body. There was never any conversation between them, as they knew they had a job to do, and that was all they were interested in, so they would not be punished. The attendant still took care of waxing her each time it was necessary, and her captor would come in to re-fasten her to the bed, and touch her body each night before her visitors. There was not a part of her body that had not been molested at this point, but no one had been allowed to fuck her yet in any way, other than her mouth. 

Her captor loved tormenting her every day. He would come in, slide his hands over her body, slowly caressing every inch of bare flesh, thumbing her nipples and diddling her clit, while he talked to her. "Oh Liandra, the sun was out today, you should have seen it. It was lovely...almost as lovely as your pretty pussy is. Your guests will be here soon. Perhaps tonight will be the night that I sell your cunt to the highest bidder...and your ass too, for that matter. Who knows...someone will certainly get a good little fuck toy at some point anyway." He would laugh, continuing to tease her into an orgasm, while he terrorized her with his words. He threatened all kinds of things that might be allowed to happen, knowing that slowly, she would be broken and good for nothing but a prostitute, which was exactly what he had planned for her. Eventually, he wouldn't need to tie her up, or chain her. She'd beg for cock on her own and take it willingly, just for the human contact it provided. For now, though, she wasn't there yet, still trying to fight the impulses of her own body, even as each orgasm took her. 

Liandra hated the way he could make her feel, both good and horrible at the same time. His skilled hands felt so wonderful, she wanted to beg him for more, especially when he decided to be particularly evil to her, and stopped touching her just short of her cumming. At the same time, she wanted to scream curses at him, and tell him to go to Hell, but she was too afraid to do it. She didn't know if he would really let anyone do all the things he had told her or not, but she feared he might, and didn't want to take chances. She kept hoping that he might let her go free someday when he tired of her, but deep in her heart she knew better. She was lying on her bed waiting for him to come in now, when suddenly the door opened, and a very handsome young man came in. She could barely make out his features, as he slipped quickly over to the bed, and looked her up and down, then he began shaking his head. "I'm so sorry for you, Liandra."

"Who...who are you?" He was gorgeous, with rippling muscles under his tight t-shirt, his jeans showing off his lower body to full advantage.

"I'm Steven. I'm his son. I knew you were here, but this is the first opportunity I've had to sneak in and talk to you. God, you are gorgeous..." He blushed. "I'm sorry...I know this isn't the time for that." He paused, then said, "Listen, I want to help you escape, but I'm going to need a little time to do it. Before too long, he'll be going out of town, and Sandy will be in charge of you. You won't have any...er...company then, and I should be able to help you get out."

Tears came to Liandra's eyes. "Oh, God...you'll really help me? I can hardly believe it...I'd almost given up hope."

"You mustn't do that. Just hang in there a little longer, and I'll see what I can do. I have to go for now, but before I do...may I kiss you? You're just so beautiful, I've been dying to ever since I first saw you."

"You're going to help me...of course, you can kiss me!" Liandra gave a small laugh, feeling her breath quicken. He leaned over and gently pressed his lips to hers, and she was lost. It was the most wonderful kiss she'd ever had, and she moaned softly against his mouth. Encouraged, he continued, sliding his tongue gently between her lips and kissing her deeply. She responded eagerly, feeling her whole body ready itself automatically for pleasure. He seemed to understand her need, and lay down on top of her, as carefully as possible, the material of his shirt rubbing against her sensitive nips and teasing them as he kissed her, nibbling her lower lip tenderly. She felt herself trying to spread her legs wider, offering herself freely to him. He ground against her slightly, then sat up. He kissed her breasts, and sucked her nipples a tiny bit, and she could see his erection tenting his jeans. He brushed his fingers against her pussy lips, and slid one inside, to rub her clit. She was trembling, wanting him badly, when suddenly he stopped.

"Oh, God, Liandra, I'm so sorry. I'm taking advantage of you, and that's not what I meant to do. I have to leave now anyway...can't let him catch me here. I'll see you soon, though."

"No, Steven, it's alright. You...I wanted you to...I still do...please, come back soon?"

"I'll be back as soon as I can, my Lovely, I promise." He kissed her quickly and exited. For the first time, hope filled her again. She only hoped that he could rescue her before his father decided to sell off her virginity. Now she could only wait for the guests to arrive, and see what twisted acts they would perform on her that night.



In Training Ch. 04



The time seemed to pass even more slowly for Liandra, now that she had met Steven. Every night, he managed somehow to sneak into her room, either before her 'guests' arrived, or after. When it was after, he never touched her intimately, just held her as best he could, and let her cry her pain away. If it was before they arrived, he would take the time to talk with her, reassuring her it wouldn't be too long before he could help her escape, and then he would touch her, kissing her and caressing her, and stopping just short of fucking her every time. She finally was able to convince him not to berate himself when he did this, for she wanted him desperately. He made her feel so wonderful, and cared about her so much, she would do anything for him. After the men had used her, he made her feel as if she were worth something again, instead of the piece of meat that they made her feel like. He aroused her as no one ever had before, including his skilled father, and she craved his touch and kiss.

Finally, the night came when her captor came into her room, and gave her the news that he was leaving for a few days. "When I return, my Pretty Pet, you will be sold to the highest bidder to be fucked every way they can think of. Your sweet body is ready now. I know of several that already wish to have you... that tight cunt wrapping around them, as they tear through your cherry and make you scream. God, I wish it could be me, but the money will more than make up for it. Besides, that will be a condition of your sale... that I get to fuck you and fuck you good before they take you away." All the while, his hands moved on her, teasing her. He began kissing her this time, starting at her mouth, and working his way slowly downward, licking her skin. "You are so delicious, I could just eat you up... " He stuck his tongue between her legs, lewdly tasting her nectar. Despite her hatred of him, she couldn't help her body's reaction to his mouth, and found herself climaxing quickly. He laughed.

"Tonight you get your first taste of true pain, as well. Mr. D. enjoys the whip, and knows how to use it." He called Sandy into the room, and had him re-position the girl on her stomach, leaving her back and ass unprotected. "He'll be here soon, little Liandra. Have fun!" He laughed as he departed, a chilling sound, that made her shiver. She hated the way he tormented her, mentally as well as physically. She comforted herself with the thought of Steven coming to visit her later. Far too soon, the door opened, and she heard footsteps. She could turn her head slightly, but could not see. She could feel eyes moving over her body, and then the soft touch of a leather glove caressing her skin. Male hands slid over her back and bottom, probing between the cheeks of her ass, one finger sliding inside her to the hilt. She made a small sound of discomfort and immediately, felt a sharp slap on her bare bottom. A low voice growled at her. 

"You will be silent, Slut, until your Master commands otherwise." He struck her bottom again, even harder, and she couldn't help but cry out. "Until you are silent as I have decreed, you will continue to receive the punishment." Again and again, his hand fell upon her bare flesh, until finally she was weeping silently. "Very good, Slut. You are learning." He began to massage her ass gently, taking away some of the sting, then working his fingers down over her inner thighs, and to her cleft, where he slowly teased her into arousal, leaving her gasping with need. She felt his hands leave her, and then the silence in the room was broken by a sharp cracking sound. The whip! Its touch was feather light upon her back and bottom at first, and she barely felt it, but he began to apply it with more and more force, until she cried out. "You have been warned, Slut. Now, you will pay." The sting of the lash was almost more than she could bear, as he raised the torturous device again and again. The blows fell more quickly than she would ever have imagined, leaving her breathless with agony. As she lay, almost unconscious from the pain, she felt his mouth moving softly on her skin, kissing the welts that had been raised, then moving between her legs, his hands sliding under her to caress her breasts. His tongue invaded her innermost recesses, and she was brought back by the arousal coursing through her. "You may speak now, Slut. What would you like Master to do to you?"

"Oh, please, more... "

"More what, little Slave? You want more beating, or more of my mouth and hands on your whorish body?"

"Please, no... no pain... more of your mouth... your hands... "

"You will call me Master, Slut, and perhaps you shall gain what you wish."

"Please... Master... your mouth... "

Instead, he moved away and began striking her again, letting the lash tease her pussy lips this time. She had learned to weep silently now, and did so. After a time, he moved between her legs again, and licked and kissed the wetness waiting there. 

"You would like a big, thick cock in here, wouldn't you, Slut? Filling up your cunt... making you feel so good... " He pushed his fingers just inside her tight walls, teasing her, with great care. "A cock to rub against your clit and make you cum... isn't that what you want, Whore? Isn't that what all whores want?" His thumb rubbed over her clit slowly. 

"Ohhhhhh... please... Master... please... "

"Please what, you Slut? You want to cum? Beg for it. Beg for my cock. Call yourself what you really are, and maybe I will let you cum."

Liandra felt her face flame, but her body craved the release too much. "Please, Master, I am a Slut... a Whore... please help me to cum... I beg of you... " She had never felt so humiliated in her life. His tongue eased into place, moving slowly against her flesh, then as he brought her to climax, he bit down on her pleasure nub, making her scream in pain and pleasure. He forced her into climax after climax, until she was limp, then he struck her again with the whip for crying out her orgasms without his permission. 

"Now, Slut, I am done with you for the moment. You have begun to learn well, and soon you will beg for my whip, just as you will beg for my cock."

She heard his footsteps move away, and then her door open again. All was quiet for awhile, then the door opened, and her captor re-entered the room. He stopped by the bed and looked down at her. "Well, my, my... Mr. D. did quite a job on you. He certainly enjoyed himself tonight." She felt a soothing lotion being rubbed into her back and ass, and the sting began to fade almost immediately. "It's a good thing you'll get a few days rest starting tomorrow. You'll need it for the mass fucking you'll get when I return. Just think, my little Liandra, once your cherry is gone, you'll be gang banged all night." He unlocked her shackles himself this time, and got her back into place on her back. She winced slightly, but the salve helped greatly. She saw the flash of his teeth again, and he said "I'll be right back... I want to leave you with a parting gift." He returned quickly with a jar of something, and took out a small dab of another lotion, which he rubbed into her nipples, and then rubbed another bit into her clit. He then blew softly on each nipple, and between her legs.

Almost immediately, she felt a tingling sensation of warmth, that hardened her nipples again, and made her clit ache for stimulation. "A little present for you, to keep me in your thoughts. I'll have Sandy reapply it every night until I'm back." He kissed her deeply, and then left the room. Liandra could scarcely stand the sensations coursing through her body. It was pure torture to be stimulated in such a way, and not be able to relieve the need. She hoped that Steven would come soon, and could help her get relief from the ache in her loins, but as time passed, she began to realize that he wasn't coming that night. She finally slipped into a sleep plagued with dreams about getting fucked and whipped at the same time.



In Training Ch. 05



Two days had gone by, and Liandra still had not seen nor heard from Steven. Sandy came in every day, to allow her to attend to her body's needs, then he would apply the cream to her nipples and clit without a word, and leave her to writhe in agony. She thought she detected a gleam of lust in his dark eyes as he blew on her tender parts to activate the wretched stuff, but since he refused to speak to her, she couldn't tell for certain. The hours had dragged by, only becoming bearable when she was sleeping. On the third day, after the cream had been applied, Sandy brought a television into her room, and turned it on to reveal a man fucking a woman on the screen. Liandra was now forced to watch and listen to scenes of other people making love in every conceivable position possible, and some she wouldn't have thought possible. Some of the movies showed torture and pain as well, but she could tell the women and men were getting a lot of pleasure from the pain. She lay on the bed, feeling the tingling in her nipples and groin, watching other people have their lust fulfilled, and she felt as if she would go mad. Even if she closed her eyes, she could still hear the sounds of fucking. She began to think she'd do just about anything to relieve her own tension, even some of the more painful-looking acts she'd witnessed, such as having clamps applied to her nipples and clit.

Liandra had just about given up hope by the fourth night. She guessed that either Steven had been caught, or he had abandoned her, perhaps getting tired of her already. Sandy had come and gone, the movies were still playing, and she felt as if her mind would snap at any moment. Suddenly the door opened, and Steven entered. She couldn't even speak, she was so pleased to see him. He looked down at her without speaking for several moments, then glanced at the television and sighed. He walked over and clicked it off, then came back to her bed, still standing there. "Poor Sweet girl," he said caressingly. "I'm sorry I was detained. I'm here now though, and I'm taking you someplace very safe."

"What about Sandy?" Liandra's voice was trembling. 

"Sandy is sleeping. I put some drops in his coffee, then turned off the video cameras. No one is going to know where you've gone, or with whom." He produced the keys to unlock her shackles, and helped her sit up. "Here, Pretty, I brought you some clothes to put on. You get dressed, and then we'll get out of here."

Quickly, Liandra pulled on the plain white blouse and the plaid skirt, slipping her feet into the shoes he had brought, scarcely paying attention to what he given her, so eager was she to leave. He took her hand, and led her from the room that had been her prison, and down to the garage, where he had parked. After getting her settled, he climbed in, and started the car, then paused. "You'd better hid, Pretty. There are those around here who might report to my father. Just put your head down in my lap, and I'll tell you when it's safe." She was so grateful to be leaving this place, she would have done anything at that point. She nestled her head into his lap, finding her nose resting against his crotch, smelling his particular scent and finding it pleasant. As they drove, she could feel his thigh muscles flex against her body, and she could feel his cock swelling in his jeans at her nearness.

Steven was humming softly, and seemed at ease, so Liandra felt relaxed as well. She could scarcely believe that she was safe at last, with a man that cared for her. She loved the way he called her 'pretty' and 'sweet girl'. It seemed so very tender and loving. He reached down with one hand at times, to stroke her cheek, and at one point, he gently moved her head closer to his crotch, explaining it was getting a bit uncomfortable and he needed to shift slightly. Now her mouth was resting against his fly as well, and she could feel that hard shaft just on the other side of the denim barrier. She found herself wanting to take him out and suck him, to taste his warm flesh, and feel the thickness filling her mouth. Moisture began to pool between her thighs and she suddenly realized he had given her no underthings. The tingling in her nipples and clit seemed worse than ever, and she hoped when they got where they were going he could relieve the discomfort for her, and she could show him just how grateful she was. 

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Steven stopped the car. "Okay, Sweet girl, you can sit up now, but we're going to have to do this a little carefully. I live with some other guys, and they can't really know who you are. So, I'm going to carry you in, so they don't see your face, and pretend like you're drunk and going to sleep it off. You just play along, and be very still, as if you're passed out, and we'll be fine." Liandra sat up and nodded, ready to comply. He walked around, opened her door, and then pulled her from the car, picking her up and laying her over his shoulder. She could feel the breeze on her bare bottom, and realized the skirt he had brought her was awfully short, but she knew soon she'd be inside and it wouldn't matter. His hand slid onto her bare skin to hold her in place, and she let herself go limp, her breasts rubbing against the fabric of the blouse and his back, making her nipples tingle more than ever.

She felt him walk up the steps and enter the house. Several voices called out, and he replied, moving toward a room. "Who's this?" One of them questioned, sounded interested. She realized her bare bottom was staring the man, or men, right in the face and felt humiliated, but she knew it went with the plan. 

"This is my….friend. She drank a bit much and I'm taking her to rest."

"Yeah, right, Steve….to 'rest'," another voice teased. "How much 'resting' are you going to do?" There was laughter from all around the room.

"Oh, come on guys…..chill out. She needs a break, okay? See you later." He moved away, and his hand moved closer to her thigh, seeming to steady her a bit more, but almost brushing her labia. He walked on, then down a flight of stairs, through a door, and then down another flight of stairs. They didn't meet anyone on the way, but she knew he was being careful to maintain their cover story. Finally, he opened a door, walked inside and set her on her feet. She looked around at a very nicely furnished bedroom, with a huge, comfortable looking bed, that had a sheer canopy falling around it from the ceiling. It was a room that looked fit for a princess. She smiled and turned to him.

"Oh, thank you, Steven. Thank you so much."

"You are very welcome, Pretty. I think you need some rest now though…some real rest. Hold on just a second." He walked into the adjoining bathroom, and then came back, holding a cup of water. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pill. "You need to take this, as it will help you sleep very deeply, and you need some good rest. You'll feel better if you do." She took the pill and swallowed it without question, trusting he would know what was best. "Now, come and sit on the bed with me for a few minutes, before you zonk out. I want to be able to kiss you while you're not chained up!" He laughed, and so did she. They sat, side by side, and then he drew her onto his lap, kissing her tenderly. She responded eagerly, feeling the aching tingle of arousal again. Steven moved her to straddle him, her bare pussy now resting against his crotch, her wetness seeping into his jeans. He groaned. "God, I want you now, Sweet Liandra, but you must rest." He ground against her nonetheless, making the buzz in her clit even worse. His hands moved up to caress her breasts through the thin fabric of the blouse, and then she felt the pill beginning to work. Her eyes fluttered closed despite herself, and she went limp against him.

Feeling her pass out, Steven pulled back, and looked into her unconscious face. A small smile broke out on his lips. "Ah, Pretty, you are a find. I so appreciate Dear Old Dad bringing you home. You are going to be quite the little sex slave when I'm done. Very soon, you won't be able to say no to anything I ask." He laid her back on the bed, and moved to the dresser, taking out another jar, similar to the one Sandy had. Liberally, he applied cream to her clit, and then opened her blouse, pausing to suck on each nipple hungrily before applying a heavy dose of the lotion to them as well. "You're going to want sex so badly by the time I'm through with you, you won't be able to keep any clothes on." He laughed, and walked out the door, locking it behind him.



In Training Ch. 06



Dreams chased each other through Liandra's head as she slept. She could feel hands on her body, caressing her most intimate places, and mouths sucking and kissing her in various spots. She moaned in her sleep, arching her back, her legs spread wide in abandon, begging for the release that never came. She had no idea that all night the young men in the house were taking turns with her unconscious body, fucking her mouth or playing with her pussy, but never allowing her to cum. That was the deal that Steven had with them. They could use the soon-to-be sex slave for their pleasure, but they could not, under any circumstances, allow her to have an orgasm, nor could they take her precious virginity. Steven wanted her so eager for release that she would do anything to gain it. He filmed the young men using her, for his own pleasure, as well as for possible sales later on. He laughed to think of what Liandra's reaction would be, seeing herself sucking on one thick cock, while another slid himself along her open slit.

At last, the men had finished for the night, and the girl was cleaned, and left alone for the moment. Steven looked back at her one last time, before he left her, hunger glowing in his eyes. He could scarcely wait to see what his father's reaction would be when he discovered his prize gone. It would be interesting to see what the Old Man might be willing to pay to get her back, especially if she were still a virgin. Of course, if she were well-broken in, he might pay more, but Steven doubted it, as he knew how many of his father's customers wanted to be the one to take her cherry.  "Oh yes, my Sweet, you will bring me a pretty penny yet." He laughed, rubbed a new helping of the cream into her clit and nipples and kissed her mouth, then left her.

Liandra awoke late, her hair tangled and a strange taste in her mouth, with the tingling in her groin and breasts even worse than before. She groaned softly at the feeling, but despite that, she felt wonderful to be able to stretch and not be shackled to the bed. She felt well-rested and refreshed. The pill that Steven had given had helped her sleep very restfully, and she was grateful. She vaguely remembered dreams filling her sleep, but could not recall any of them. She stretched again, and heard the door open. Sitting up, she suddenly realized she still had on last nights wrinkled clothing, and her blouse was about half-way unbuttoned, showing most of the tops of her full breasts. Steven stepped into the room, and stared at her, breaking into a slow smile. "Well, aren't you a sight this morning, Pretty?"

She blushed, and he laughed. "No, you look wonderful. Very rested. How did you sleep?"

"Oh, wonderfully, thank you! I feel fabulous."

"That is good news, Sweet girl." He moved over and sat on the bed. "How about a good morning kiss for your knight in shining armor?"

Laughing, Liandra moved across the bed to his side, and he immediately slid her onto his lap, straddling him again. He was already hard, and she could feel the shaft pressing into her slit. Wetness begin to gather against her clit, and she couldn't stop herself from grinding against him, as his lips claimed hers. His tongue slid softly into her mouth, tasting every inch, and she responded eagerly. His hands stroked over her back, as he arched his crotch up and let her grind even more. He pulled back from the kiss, and leaned down, kissing the exposed tops of her breasts, as she moaned, arching her back. His thumbs ran over her sensitive nipples, and then his mouth was suckling one through the thin blouse. She was panting with need by now. "Oh, God, Steven...please...please..."'

"Please what, my Pretty one?" There was a soft growl to his voice, and he took her nipple again.

"Please make love to me....I need you...."

He let her grind against him just a bit more, then lifted his head, pulling her against his chest. He could feel her heart pounding wildly, and she was trembling. He kissed the top of her, and then looked down into her face. "Oh, Liandra, Sweet girl...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten you worked up. I forgot that cream that they put on you would make you pretty easily aroused. Calm down now....you'll be alright."

Liandra squeezed her eyes tightly shut, feeling sick with the need to make love to Steven. She tried to take deep breaths, to calm herself, and gradually began to relax, even though the wanting was still strong. She was finally able to control it enough to look at him and smile. Shakily, she said, "Not your fault. Don't worry about it. Hopefully it'll wash off when I bathe." Regretfully, he shook his head.

"Afraid not, Kitten. It's made to be waterproof, so my father says. It will just have to wear off, and that takes time. I'll try to control myself better until it does. You're just so hard to resist though...." He stroked her cheek gently, his thumb tracing over her lips. She felt a tingle run through her again at his touch, and she looked up at him, her mouth parted slightly. "Oh, God, I can't help but kiss those lips of yours...." His mouth claimed her again, kissing her, pulling her tightly against him, letting her slide against his erection again. He fell back onto the bed, pulling her with him, keeping her body on top of his. She wriggled against him, soaking the crotch of his jeans, inching ever closer to an orgasm, that he stopped her just short of having. "Sweet...you have to stop. This only makes it worse. Here, let me get up." He rose from the bed, and adjusted his cock. "I'm sorry. I'll get out of here for now, and let you rest some more. Last night I didn't get to show you, but there's a bathroom through that door over there, where you can clean up if you want, and there are some clean clothes in the closet over there." He pointed to each. "I'll come back later and bring you some food."

Liandra nodded, and gave him a trembling smile, watching him leave. She forced herself to calm down, then decided to take a bath, hoping it might help. She slipped into the heated, fragrant water, and took her time, but she did not attempt to pleasure herself, remember that Steven said that only made the cream work even harder. She could only hope that soon he would make love to her, and that the deep longing she felt would be satisfied. When she had finished, she looked for underthings, but found none. She did find a filmy black gown and robe, both beautiful and basically transparent. The gown was slit to the waist on either side, and had lace over each breast. Her nipples poked out of small holes in the front made just for that purpose. Shrugging slightly, she slipped them on, then lay down on the bed to wait for Steven.

When he returned, he smiled at her appearance. "You look lovely....very chic." He set the tray of food he was carrying down on the bed, then seated himself. "You must be famished, Liandra. Please, eat." She began to eat eagerly, completely unaware that her food and drink were both laced with a powerful aphrodisiac. She would be voracious when the drug took effect, and she would be having orgasms, but she would not remember any of it. In this way, the others, as well as Steven himself, could enjoy her sweet body even more, but she would have no recollection of having an orgasm and would still crave it as desperately as ever. They chatted of inconsequential things as she finished her meal, and then he removed the tray and they lay back on the bed, still just talking. Liandra began to feel a bit odd as they sat there. Her body felt as if it were tingling all over, in a very warm and sensual way, and when Steven 'accidentally' brushed her breast, she gasped. "Oh my...," she murmured softly.

"What's wrong, Sweet?"

"Nothing...that just felt....incredible."

Steven pretended to be oblivious. "What did? This?" He brushed against her breast again, and she moaned. "Oh, I guess it was that..." He turned on his side, and pressed the palm of his hand over her entire breast, massaging gently, feeling her nipple pressing into his palm. "Oh, my.....little Liandra is very horny, isn't she?" His voice slipped into the low growl again, as his free hand slipped between her thighs, touching her lightly. "Is little Liandra horny? Does her pussy want some meat?" He knew she would remember none of what happened from this point forward, so he could speak to her however he chose. As for Liandra, all she knew was that suddenly she needed to cum more badly than she ever had. She would do anything anyone wanted to let her experience that release.

"Answer me, my little Slut. Does your pussy want to be fed, with a big thick cock?"

"Oh, yes, please, Steven....."

"What do you want me to do to you, my Slave?"

"Make love to me."

"Hmmm....no, I don't think so. Sluts and Slaves get fucked, not 'made love' to. Do you want to get fucked, little Liandra? If you do, spread those legs and tell me." Immediately, her thighs sprang open and she cried out "Yes, fuck me, Steven, fuck me."

"You'll call me Master from now, my girl, and if you're good, you'll get fucked soon enough. For now, we're going to enjoy a good time with your pretty body.....my buddies and I. You'll like that, won't you, my Whore?"

Steven leaned in and slowly began sucking her nipples, one at a time, as he diddled her swollen clit with his thumb, then began sliding two fingers in and out of her sopping cleft. She was moaning and thrashing against his hand, begging for her release. He pulled back and said "One moment, Sweet...the boys will want to watch you have this orgasm.....it's going to be pretty...." He laughed as he walked over to the door and called out "Come on down, guys....the party is about to begin...."



In Training Ch. 07



My apologies to anyone who has read my work and likes it. I am so sorry to have been away for so long from Lit. Real life has a way of doing that sometimes. I hope you will all come back and read my scribblings again, as I intend to be back and update much more frequently again. Thanks for reading!

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In moments, the four other young men Steven lived with were in the room. All five pairs of eyes ran over the scantily clad beauty on the bed. Her hair was tousled, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted, and she writhed on the sheets, her thighs parted, moaning for release. Steven glanced at his roommates, smiling at the almost identical looks on their faces. They wanted this little piece of ass, and they wanted her badly. Just knowing that she was theirs for the taking, except for her virginity, made them all the more eager to have their fun. 

For her part, Liandra was in an unconscious agony, needing release more urgently than she ever had in her life. She wanted to rub against something, or feel something inside her pussy, just so she could relieve the aching sensations that coursed through her body. She was unaware of anything but this need, and at the moment, she would have done anything required of her to fulfill it. She twisted and turned, searching for the sensation of Steven's fingers and mouth that had been with her moments before. She thrust her hips up and down against the bed, begging wordlessly.

"Look at her, boys," Steven said huskily. "Could you ever ask for a better little Slut than that?" He walked over to the bed and laid his palm on her flat stomach, calming her slightly. "What does little Liandra, my sex Slave, want?"

"Oh God..." Liandra moaned. "Steven, please...."

"Please what, my Pretty Pet? Please do this?" He ran his palm slowly downward towards her dripping pussy, but stopped short of actually touching her there. "Please do this?" He leaned over, and blew on her left nipple and then her right, causing them to harden even more, poking upwards through the holes in the bodice of the sheer gown. "Or this?" He flicked each nipple with just the tip of his tongue. "How about if I allow you to cum, and then let my friends have some playtime with your sexy little body?"

"Yes, please....please may I cum?"

"Well, you certainly do ask nicely, my girl, but you're forgetting one thing....you are to call me Master from now on, or there will be no release for you....only torture. Sexual torture." He ran his thumb over her clit, then pulled back.

Almost sobbing at this point, Liandra begged "Please Master....please....I need to cum....won't you help me, please?" Tears ran down her cheeks, as she put out her hands to him.

"Ah, that's much better, my Sweet. Since you ask me correctly now, I will grant your plea. You will cum and then my friends will play with your body until they tire of you for the evening."

Steven bent over Liandra's soft flesh, leaning down and licking her nipples again, slowly and methodically. His thumb began to work in circles on her clit as he began sucking her left nipple into his mouth. She was pushing against his hand with all her might, as he teased her just to the edge of orgasm, then stopped. She cried out in disappointment, but he placed a palm over her mouth to quiet her. Quickly dropping his jeans, he straddled her, letting his cock slide up and down her slit. "You're going to bathe my cock with your cum, my girl," he growled, and leaned over to suck her nipples again, as he slid against her. She thrust her hips upward, feeling his hardness push against her, and then suddenly she felt the contractions begin. She screamed and tried to cling to Steven, but he pinned her wrists to the bed instead, continuing to suckle her. It seemed her orgasm would never end, but at last she stopped.

Steven continued to slide up and down her dripping pussy until he exploded all over her taut belly, then he scooped up his seed and fed it to her. Smiling, he pulled up his jeans and proceeded to get the jar, applying the cream to her clit and nipples again, and in moments, she was moaning. "Now, who's next?" he asked, looking at his friends. They all looked at each other, then a young man named Tyler stepped forward. "Well, we drew straws before we came down, and I won, so I guess I'm first." Steven nodded. Tyler proceeded to undress, then moved to the bed. He ran his hands down Liandra's entire body first, feeling each bit of flesh, then he leaned over and kissed her lips roughly, his tongue plundering her soft mouth. His hands moved down to knead her breasts, thumbs flicking at her nipples, making her moan into his mouth. "Oh, yeah, baby, you like it rough, don't you?" He laughed, nipping at her right nipple, then kissing his way down to her slit.

Tyler's mouth slid over her nether lips, parting them with his tongue, which he thrust into her tight wetness. He lapped at her clit and her sweetness, pushing her thighs further open, to allow better access. The others watched as he moved and positioned his cock over her lips, pushing himself into her mouth and groaning against her pussy as he felt her lips and tongue on his shaft. Liandra began sucking and licking at what she had been offered, moaning against him as he continued to pleasure her. Suddenly, she exploded into his mouth, and that caused him to fill her mouth and throat with cum as well. He lay there for a few moments, then moved to the side, still staying on the bed. 

The cream was reapplied and then Mark moved into position. He began by rubbing his shaft against her slit, then feeding it to her, wet with her own juices. She lapped hungrily at the thick cock, sucking with all her might. As she sucked him, he finger-fucked her, again feeding her her own nectar, as he sucked her nipples, then straddled her, pushed her full breasts together, and shoved his cock back and forth through them until he splashed his hot seed all over her face. Then he went down on her, while Tyler moved back and began to suck her nipples. Liandra came again in a screaming frenzy. 

More cream and then Jimmy took her. He flipped her over, making her kneel up on the bed, rubbing his cock up and down her ass, fingers working her clit. She ground back against him, wanting to feel something firmer against her pussy, but he grabbed her hair, and snarled, "Bitch, you'll do as you're told....you'll get what you want when I'm ready to give it to you." He gave her a sharp slap on the rear, making her jump and cry out, then continued on with his ministrations. "Oh yeah....you've got a fine ass, girlie. I'd love to be the first to fuck that ass. Take your cherry that way....mmmmm." He allowed the head of his cock to slide between her thighs and into her pussy, but not very far and for only a few seconds. She ground back towards him, earning her another sharp slap on the bottom. "You want a spanking, Slave? Is that it?" Jimmy looked at Steven, who gave his permission with a nod and a grin.

Jimmy took her and threw her over his knees, and began slapping her rear quickly and sharply with one hand, while playing with her nipples with the other. Liandra was screaming now, terrified and confused, as the pleasure and pain intermingled, and she felt herself flood again. Suddenly her tormentor threw her back on the bed, and fucked against her clit until she came. He flipped her back over and slid his cock up and down her ass, until he covered her back with his cum, then joined the others on the bed. The last young man, Thomas, had been eagerly waiting his turn, and now he moved toward the bed. "Can she stand up?" he asked Steven. 

"You can try...don't know if she'll be able to or not."

"Worth a shot." Thomas pulled Liandra to her feet and over to the wall, leaning her limp form against it. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she moaned, already horny again due to the effects of the cream. "Yeah, I want you standing up, Slut. I want to feel you wrap those lovely legs around me and beg me to take your cherry. I won't do it, but that's what you'll do if you want release." He ground into her, his bare cock pressing into her. He put his hands beneath her hips and pulled her legs around him, and she instinctively tightened them around his waist. The heat of her labia was burning against his cock, and it was all he could do not to thrust into her, taking her fully, but he refrained.

"Now, Slut, what do you want from me?" His breath was warm against her neck and ear.

"Please....please....I want to cum..." Liandra somehow knew this wasn't Steven, so she didn't say 'Master'. 

"You had better call me Sir, you little Whore, even if I'm not your Master." His bare chest rubbed against her nipples, teasing them.

"Yes Sir....please.....please, I'll do anything....please let me cum...." 

"Oh, you beg so nicely, Sweetheart. I love to hear it. So do the guys. It sounds so sweet to us. Begging for sex like a common whore." He laughed, then ground up into her again. Slowly he slid against her dripping cunt, teasing her with his cock, his lips against her throat. "Feels so good, doesn't it?" Thomas murmured against her skin. "You'd love it if I fucked you for real, wouldn't you? Too bad I can't...not yet anyway." He thrust faster and faster until he felt the gushing of her juices bathing him, and heard her cries, then he carried her back to the bed and dropped her. "Guys, pleasure her, while I jack myself over her." Thomas stroked his cock, while the other three began mouthing the helpless girl, one on each nipple, and the third between her legs. Finally Thomas exploded all over her breasts and belly.

Steven had enjoyed the whole process immensely. It would sell very nicely if he chose to distribute the film, and if not, it would give him pleasure later on. He could even use it to blackmail Liandra later if he chose. The possibilities were endless. He sat down in an easy chair and watched his buddies continue to play with their victim, using her in all ways imaginable, but never actually penetrating her. She was going to bring a pretty penny indeed when she was finally auctioned to the highest bidder for her virginity. At last, the four men had had their fill for the evening, so they paid Steven for their fun and trooped off to bed. He cleaned up his prize and put an identical outfit on her, after applying the cream to her most sensitive spots. 

He gazed down at Liandra's now quiet form, finally allowed to drop into the deep sleep of forgetfulness. She would remember nothing the next day, except a flash here and there, which would all seem to be a dream. Steven laughed to himself. He knew the Old Man would start looking for the girl soon. He could scarcely wait to see what kind of fireworks there would be.



In Training Ch. 08



Liandra awoke late the next morning in her lovely room, feeling very relaxed, but somewhat sore and tired. She thought that she must have had a very restless sleep the night before, and she seemed to recall some very erotic dreams, filled with sexy young men, who used her for their pleasure. She thought about it and decided that it must be remnants still in her mind from her captivity by Steven's father that caused her to have the dreams. It was odd, because she seemed to remember in the dreams she had enjoyed pleasing them. She stretched a bit and then realized her nipples and clit were still throbbing and tingling. Darn that cream, she thought. Will I never be rid of these sensations? With a sigh, she rose and slipped out of her flimsy garment and took a long shower, that refreshed her. She dried her hair, and then took another look in the closet. Frowning slightly, she realized there was nothing but sexy clothing hanging there. She'd have to ask Steven for some regular clothes when he reappeared.

As if he had read her mind, Steven walked through the door, holding a suitcase. She smiled at him warmly, and he returned the smile, thinking to himself just how sexy she looked standing there, naked, her hair soft and clean from the shower and smelling like honeysuckle. He set the suitcase down and held out his arms, and she hurried to him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his muscular body, letting her feel every inch of him pressing into her softness. He did it so nonchalantly that she had no idea her daily seduction was already starting. Steven leaned in and kissed her deeply, his tongue gently sliding along hers. The cream did its evil job of sending tingles of need through her nipples and pussy, and Liandra sighed into his mouth. He lifted her up, sliding his hands under her ass, letting her grind against his belt buckle as he kissed her and let a finger slip slightly to brush her clit. She bucked against him with need, begging wordlessly with her kiss and her body for what she needed most. He teased her a few moments more, then gently set her down. 

Liandra was trembling and gasping slightly for breath, as Steven slowly pulled away. He grinned gently at her, patting her shoulder. "Sorry, Sweetheart, you're almost irresistible standing there in front of me all fresh and clean, but you need to eat. We're going out."

"But...but Steven....I don't have anything to wear. I mean, nothing suitable."

"Oh, yes, you do, pretty girl. Here you go." He opened the suitcase and she saw jeans and shirts inside. "Voila, as the French say." 

"Thank you so much! That's wonderful. I'll get dressed and...." He stopped her by putting a hand up.

"Wait, you need to eat something first, and then you can dress." He stepped back outside the door, and brought in a sweet roll and a cup of tea. "Here you go, my dear. Enjoy."

Liandra sat down on the bed, and quickly ate her breakfast, once again not knowing that everything was laced with a drug. This one was slightly different, in the aspect that it would make her obey any command given, without question. It would also arouse her, and cloud her mind, so that after she had slept, she would not remember, but it would not make her dizzy or sleepy until many hours had passed. After she had finished the last bite and sip, Steven said, "Now go ahead and get dressed, Sweetheart. I want you to wear that tight pair of blue jeans with snaps along the inner thighs and that white silk men's dress shirt, along with those red high heels." She nodded without a second thought, and donned the clothes without question. She didn't even question the fact that she still had no underwear on, she just allowed him to lead her out the door. Soon they were in his car, and he had her lie down with her face in his lap again, just as when they had arrived, for he warned her they couldn't be too careful about his father spotting her. She nestled her head in his lap, her nose and lips resting against his erection.

They drove for quite some time, until they were in another part of the countryside. Steven finally allowed her to sit up and watch the scenery go by. He glanced over at her every once in awhile, to see a happy smile on her lovely face. Liandra was enjoying the beautiful day and was completely relaxed and content. She was with her very own Prince Charming, who had rescued her from the dungeon and the evil ogre. She sighed joyfully and smiled over at Steven. He smiled back at her and then said softly "Liandra, I want you to do something for me. I want you to unbutton another two buttons on that shirt you have on, so I can really see your breasts." She complied instantly. He knew that she was now certainly under the influence of the drugs, so he could say or do whatever he wanted once more, and she wouldn't remember it the next day.

His voice dropped an octave, and took on a sinister, hypnotic tone, as he said, "Now, my sweet Slut, I want you to slide your left hand into your shirt and start playing with your right nipple. I know how very sensitive it is, and I want to see it poking out against that thin material." Liandra's slender fingers slid across her chest and into the shirt and in moments, she was moaning softly at her own ministrations, arching her back ever so slightly. "Now, use your other hand and play with the other nipple. Get it good and hard as well." She writhed against the seat as she did as she was told. "Pull your nipples, My girl. I want you to pinch them and twist them until they are very sensitive." Pleasure and pain intermingled again in her drugged mind, fusing together. She's so very easy to manipulate, Steven thought wickedly. Such a pleasure to command, and all mine for now. 

"Open your shirt all the way, Slut. I want to see those hot tits of yours. I want to watch you play with your nipples." Liandra wanted only to please him, so she pulled at the rosy peaks until they were standing up like good little soldiers. "Delicious. Look down...don't they look sweet? Just right for someone to suck on. Take your finger and wet it in your mouth, then rub it over each nipple. Keep doing it until I tell you to stop." The sensation was mind-boggling, and she could feel it all the way to her core. Her pussy was flooding and the crotch of her jeans was soaked. She began to hump against the seat, but his harsh tone stopped her. "I didn't tell you to move anything else but your hands and tongue, girl. You're not allowed to cum that easily. Sit still." Through valiant effort, she managed to obey, continuing to wet her aching nipples without stopping.

Steven pulled the car down a small dirt road until they were out of sight of the main road they had been on. There was not a house in sight, so no one would be coming along to bother them. He stopped the car and coldly said, "Get out of the car, Slut." Liandra felt a stab of fear, wondering what she had done wrong. She stopped playing with her nipples long enough to exit the vehicle, then continued. Steven was secretly pleased to see that she was that obedient. She is going to be the perfect sex slave, he thought admiringly. "Get over here, behind the car." She stood before him, her eyes imploring, her fingers still moving from her mouth to her nipples. "Stop touching yourself. Since you tried to pleasure yourself without your Master's permission, you're going to be punished. Get on the car and lay back." She did so, her heart pounding and her eyes wide with fear. "Spread your legs, Slave." Steven moved between her spread legs, his flat stomach at the same level as her sopping slit. "Lay very still and your punishment will begin." He leaned over and began slowly licking at first her right nipple and then the left. He ran his tongue in circles around each areola again and again, and pressed himself into her, making her clit throb.

"I could fuck you right here and no one would know the difference," Steven said huskily, pushing into her again. "I could fuck you over and over again, and take your cherry, and no one would ever know." He laughed wickedly, then began lazily sucking on her left nipple, making her moan. He moved to the right and continued back and forth until he was tired. He slid his fingers up and down her denim-covered crotch, opening just one snap, and sliding his middle finger into her. "Oh, you are such a little Whore, aren't you.? You are so ready to fuck, you can hardly wait. But you'll wait." He pulled himself up on the car, and said, "Undo your jeans, and pull them down to your thighs, then get over my lap on your stomach, Slut. You need your punishment." He pulled his finger out of her and snapped the snap, then allowed her access to his thighs. The bottoms of her full breasts lay against his right outer thigh, as he brought his hand up and then brought it down sharply on Liandra's left butt cheek. She cried out, and he spanked her again. "Keep your mouth shut, girl. Your mouth, for now, is only to be used to let out sounds of pleasure when I allow it, or to be used to please myself and others."

The spanking continued until Steven felt she had been 'punished' enough. In between every two or three spanks, he would open the snap of her crotch and play with her clit for a few moments, making her gasp and moan, but almost silently, so he let it pass. "There now...you took your punishment like a good little Slave should. Now, get on your knees and suck my cock until I tell you to stop." Liandra slid off his lap, her bottom aching and stinging, but relieved that she had pleased him. He moved from the trunk of the car and sat down in the driver's seat again, leaving the door open. He spread his thighs slightly, and allowed her to kneel between them. "Unzip my jeans, girl. Use that mouth of yours like the Whore you are." She moaned softly, feeling her crotch get wetter with each word he said. Her soft lips opened and slid down on his now bared shaft, sucking him deep into her throat, her tongue sliding over the muscle, making him growl with pleasure. He grabbed her hair and slowly forced her head up and down, but she offered no resistance.

Liandra was 'allowed' to suck him until he filled her throat and mouth with his cum, which he told her was her treat. "If I let you swallow my precious seed, girl, you better thank me and mean it. After all, I could use that to make an heir, you know. Maybe I'll do that one day to you...fill your belly with my baby. I bet you'd look hot pregnant too...your tits would get bigger and more delicious. You'd have guys bending over backwards to bend you over and fuck your pussy and ass. You'd love that, wouldn't you, my little Slut?" She looked up him adoringly, but said nothing, still swallowing the remnants of what she'd been given. Immediately, Steven slapped her cheek lightly, just enough to sting, but left no mark. "When I ask you a question, my girl, you had better answer me."

"Yes, Master," Liandra said softly. 

"Yes what, Bitch?"

"Yes, I would love to have your baby. Yes, I would love to have guys fucking me if it pleases you."

"That's much better, Sweet One. Give your Master a kiss, and let's move on to where we're going. I think it's going to be very interesting to you, especially in your state of mind and arousal." He laughed, and pulled her to her feet, giving her a deep kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth, leaving her breathless. "Get back in the car, Liandra. We're almost there."

The remainder of their drive was relatively short, and soon they were moving down a long driveway, deep into the woods. Trees seemed to close around them and Liandra felt slightly claustrophobic, but she knew it pleased Steven to come to this place, so she said nothing. They drove up to a huge and elegant mansion. There was simply no other way to describe the gray stone structure, other than castle, but it didn't quite fit that description. The front was beautifully landscaped, but as they exited the vehicle, Liandra noticed that you could neither see nor hear anything of the road they had come down. No one would ever know this place was here, unless they were supposed to. They walked to the huge front door, and Steven rang the bell. In a few moments, the door was answered by a tastefully dressed gentlemen, obviously a butler. He ushered them in, and moved away. A few moments later, a husky feminine voice called out, "Steven, love, what have you brought us this time?"

Liandra looked up to see a beautiful woman descending the marble staircase. Her platinum blond hair was upswept, her makeup perfect. Her light blue eyes were lovely but cold as she looked the girl up and down, the tip of her tongue slipping out and wetting her crimson lips. She was dressed in a sheer, almost see-through, white top and pants set, that accentuated her cleavage without being trashy. Her black pumps reflected the light of the chandelier above. She walked over to Steven and caught his face between her palms, and kissed him deeply. He immediately responded, pulling her tight against his body, and pressing into her pelvis. Liandra felt lost and lonely watching them, but if this pleased her Master, she had no right to say anything. They kissed for several moments, then separated slowly, and the woman moved over to the girl. She walked around her in a slow circle, then reached out a finger and gently slid it over Liandra's right nipple, causing her to gasp. "Mmmmm....oh, she is responsive indeed. Very nice. Still a virgin?"

"Oh, yes, Larissa. She's still pure for the moment. Very easily aroused, and so wet. You'll love her. She just has to remain a virgin for now, until I talk to the Old Man. We'll see what happens then."

Larissa nodded, and looked at Liandra hungrily, her eyes traveling over the lush body again. The girl could almost feel the weight of her gaze, so intent was it. The woman moved toward her with catlike grace, stalking her, trying to intimidate her into bolting, but the drugs continued to do their job, so she did not move. Larissa's smile was anything but kind as she moved in on her prey, and pulled the helpless female to her own form. Her breasts rubbed softly against the girl's, and her lips fell to the tender throat, kissing softly, nibbling her way up and down, her hands moving down to caress the hips and to cup the bottom, pulling Liandra's pelvis to her own. The woman's fingers and mouth were relentless as she explored her victim there in foyer, as Steven watched, his arousal growing by the moment. Larissa was the queen of seduction. The girl whimpered as her captor opened a snap on her crotch, trying to get inside the tight jeans to feel the wetness of the soft folds beneath. "My God, Steven, she's soaked. What have you been doing to her?" A wicked laugh followed, and another snap opened. Now feminine slender fingers were touching Liandra's soft pussy for the first time in her life.

Larissa slowly slid her fingertips along the labia, teasing, almost brushing the clit but not quite. The girl arched ever so slightly, begging for more, and again, the woman laughed cruelly. "Oh, you are an eager little plaything, aren't you, my dear? I'm going to enjoy your little body all night. The things I'll do to you....mmmmmm...." She suddenly pulled Liandra to her and captured her lips, raping her mouth with her tongue. One arm held the girl firmly to her body, as the other began unbuttoning the shirt, to play with the luscious globes barely hidden there. Her fingers tugged at Liandra's nipples, and suddenly Steven had to join them. He strode over, and took the left nipple in his mouth, bending over to suckle as the woman teased her other nipple, still kissing her. His fingers moved to the opening in her jeans, parting her labia, and stroking them softly. After several minutes of such play, Larissa pulled back, her face flushed slightly. "Let's take her to the playroom." 



In Training Ch. 09



The Old Man, as Steven called him, was less than pleased when he discovered that his prize moneymaker was gone. He almost chose to have Sandy tortured, but decided against it in the end, because the man was everything a loyal bodyguard and henchman should be. He knew immediately who had done this. "I want that bastard son of mine found. No matter where he's hiding, I want him back here, with Liandra. If she isn't still a virgin, God help him." The search for the kidnapper and his toy began.

Meanwhile, back at Larisa's house, the trio had gone through the vast house to a door at the back of the kitchen. It was locked, but the woman produced the key and they proceeded down the steep stairs. The playroom had seen plenty of action in its time. It was equipped with almost anything that could be used for sexual stimulation that one could imagine, and a few things most people couldn't or wouldn't want to. It was a large room, dimly lit at the moment, although the lights could be raised or lowered at will. There was a large stone fireplace at one end, not currently lit, as it was too warm, but waiting for colder weather. There were soft plush sofas and a few beds of different sizes, as well as three armoires filled with different types of clothing, and three chests of drawers containing toys and lubricants, as well as other types of lotions and creams. There were even a few pieces of equipment that were used for different sexual games or mild torture and bondage. 

Steven and Larisa let Liandra look around the room for a few moments, as they watched her. They both wore almost identical smirks at the stunned expression on the lovely girl's face. After a few moments, Larisa said, "Alright Pet, it's time for us to have some fun. Come over here." She pulled the girl by the hand and led her over to what appeared to be a physicians table, only not as high, and slightly narrower. "Lie down," the woman commanded, and Liandra quickly complied, feeling flutters of nervousness in the pit of her stomach. Soon her wrists were bound above her head and fastened on a hook so that she could not move them, then Steven pushed her legs wide and bound her ankles at each end of the table. They then demonstrated to the startled young woman how the table could slide with her on it, to accommodate whatever way they might wish to play with her. Smiling, Steven handed a tube of the cream to Larisa, who reached inside the girl's blouse to apply it to her nipples and then into the opening of her jeans, where she liberally applied it to her engorged clit. She took her time rubbing it in, making their poor victim squirm and moan with each touch.

"Now, in order for that to soak in properly, you can watch us play with each other a bit, my girl." Steven turned to the luscious woman standing there beside him. With a quick cat-like movement, she was in his arms, rubbing her body against his and almost purring as she ground herself against him. "Mmmm....Larisa feels good, Liandra," he murmured huskily, cupping one of the plump breasts, and caressing it. "She'll feel good against your body too, soon enough." Larisa's hand was massaging his crotch, making his cock grow even more. He growled and pulled her even tighter against his body, dry-humping her. "I want you naked, Sweet Larisa. I want this little Slut to see what you look like bare." Larisa gave a sultry look toward the imprisoned girl, and moved away a bit, slowly slipping off her top, and then her pants, sliding her hands over her body as if she were very familiar with it, and fond of herself. Clothed, she was beautiful, but naked, Larisa was magnificent. Her breasts were round and firm with quarter-sized dusky areolas and even darker nipples, just perfect for sucking. Her mound was almost bare, except for a slight strip of fur for trim. She was toned and perfect. She ran her fingers slowly along her body, causing both sets of eyes to follow her movements. 

"Steven....let me undress you," Larisa said hungrily and he was beside her again in moments. Before he quite knew what had hit him, she had him stripped down and was sucking his cock as if it were the tastiest candy cane she had ever put between her pouting lips. She moaned and took him deep into her mouth, and Liandra couldn't seem to pull her eyes away from the scene. She only knew she wished she were there, sucking Steven right along with the other woman. It didn't seem odd to her at all that the man who had 'rescued' her was having sex with someone else before her eyes, and all she wanted was to join them. She squirmed a bit on the table, as the cream worked its evil magic on her body again. Steven was groaning as Larisa continued to pleasure him with her mouth, his hands on her head urging her on, head back and eyes closed. He opened his eyes and looked over at the bound victim, and smiled a sultry smile at her. 

"You'd love some of this, wouldn't you, my Whore? You want a big cock to suck on and taste.....to feel it fucking your mouth, don't you?" He groaned again.

"Yes, Master. Yes I would."

"You'd do anything to have this right now, wouldn't you? Anything at all. You'd suck off a gang of men if I told you to, because you're just aching for a taste."

"Oh, yes, Master...please..."

Steven laughed, an evil sound in the huge room, and then felt his orgasm cresting suddenly. The feeling of power over his helpless toy was intoxicating, and he loved each moment of it. Larisa rose and stood before him, smiling and wiping her lips delicately with one hand. "Delicious as always." He laughed and took her by the hand, leading her over to their plaything. Giving her a nod, he moved to one side of the table and the woman moved to the other. Simultaneously, they began to touch Liandra slowly and softly, their hands caressing her breasts and nipples, then moving downward to slide along her inner thighs, almost, but not quite touching her dripping wet slit. Slowly, each began to do their own thing, and soon the poor girl had a mouth on each nipple at one point, while fingers explored her folds, teasing her clit again and again, just to the point of orgasm, then refusing to allow her the release.

Liandra was sobbing softly by this time, as she squirmed about on the table, begging them to allow her release, but still she received no mercy. Her tears and pleas were like music to the two evil beings that had her captured, as they meant she was learning well who her Masters were. By the time they were through with her completely, Liandra would no longer need to be drugged to have these sexual feelings. Her brain would be re-wired to responding to any stimulation and would automatically make her crave sex and make her body prepare itself for pleasure and playtime. She would need the punishment that was now being doled out in order to orgasm by the time all was said and done. Now Larisa moved between the lovely girl's thighs and began kissing her softly, up and down the taut and sensitive flesh. Steven busied himself with the girl's nipples again, tracing his tongue around them slowly, teasing her with just a light brush against the nipple itself occasionally. Her back arching, begging for his mouth, Liandra also tried to spread her legs wider to invite her Mistress to feast on her nectar. Both mouths continued to move slowly over their chosen areas, enjoying the taste of their victim as well her cries of torment. Their eyes met over her tortured young body and Steven gave a slight nod. At this gesture, Larisa suddenly slid her tongue onto the girl's swollen clit, laving it as Steven nipped and sucked hard at her nipples. Liandra felt the woman's teeth grazing her a bit painfully, and her nipples ached at the movements of the young man's mouth, but she was finally allowed her release. 

Arching as far off the table as the fastenings would allow, the girl came in a screaming orgasm, flooding Larisa's face with her nectar. Her inner muscles kept contracting, and neither of her sadistic lovers moved their mouths from her tasty body until she finally collapsed against the table, sweating and panting, tears still pouring down her cheeks. Even as she felt the relief of being allowed to cum, she felt the cream begin to stimulate her again. The other two moved toward one another and Steven bent Larisa forward and slammed into her pussy with his swollen cock, both of them so horny again they could scarcely stand it. Larisa leaned in, kissing their toy and then began sucking her nipples again while her lover fucked her from behind. He pounded away at her tight pussy, his hands reaching around to grab her nipples roughly. "Oh, yeah, Baby...suck on her nips...make her want it again. Let the Slut know she'll never get away from it...it's in her blood now...the craving....God, Larisa, you're so wet....I can't wait to fuck her someday....and let you fuck her with your biggest strap-on...maybe in her tight little ass..." The last was enough to send them both over the edge and the woman bit Liandra's nipples as she came.

On somewhat shaky legs, Larisa stood, looking down at the still panting girl, her eyes closed and her cheeks wet with tears. "Oh, what a tasty morsel she is, Steven, my love. So innocent, even with her wicked yearnings. God, I want to keep her for my own, to tease and play with every day. She could keep me entertained all day and night. Say, I have an idea..." The woman's eyes brightened with a devilish gleam. "Let me try some 'extra' stimulation on her. May I?" He nodded, eager to see what the sultry woman came up with. She walked across the room, rummaged around for a moment, and then came back, holding some metal clips and wires. Steven's smile was pure wickedness, as he knew what would happen to the girl now. 



In Training Ch. 10



Crashes could be heard from the direction of the study. The always quiet staff tiptoed around, wincing at the sound of breaking glass. They knew there would be a huge mess to clean up later, but none of them would say a word, if they wanted to keep their jobs and remain healthy. Downstairs, in the 'special staff' rooms, the few employees there could see on their closed circuit television screens the Old Man storming around the posh room, grabbing whatever he could get his hands on and throwing it as hard as he could at the walls and furniture. If they chose, they could also turn on the sound to hear his rantings, but no one chose to do so. The look on his face spoke plainly enough. Sandy stood still in the room, a resigned look on his face, silent and waiting. Had anyone chosen to listen, they would have heard such awful language that they might have wondered if the speakers would melt.

"I can't believe the little bastard managed to do this to me!" The Old Man was roaring, grabbing a glass ashtray and narrowly missing Sandy's head. The other man never flinched, just waited for the diatribe to end. "You've talked to everyone?"

"Yes, Sir. I was headed to his residence when you called me in to see what the status was." 

"Go there now. Liandra had better still be pure, or I'll make that boy wish he'd never been born. I have some ideas of what I'd like done to him....Find him, and I'll share them with you and the others."

With a wave of his hand, he dismissed Sandy, who moved quietly but quickly out of the room and down the hallway. He smiled inwardly thinking of the fun he was about to have with whichever of Steven's friends happened to be home. The boy should have known better than to pull this kind of crap under his father's nose. He knew what the consequences would be if he were caught. Of course, he'd always been one to live on the edge. "Face like an angel....heart of the devil....and darkness where the soul should be...." Sandy murmured the words to himself, the words that Steven's mother had used countless times about the boy. How true they were. Shaking his head, he drove off.

Steven and Liandra were still otherwise occupied at Larisa's house. Steven watched with an interested and almost greedy gaze, as Larisa took the clips and attached one to each of Liandra's still hard nipples. They pinched just slightly, but the girl was still somewhat dazed from all the love-making and made no protest. Now the woman took a third one and opened the girl's sex, exposing her clit, and she attached the last clip to it. The wires ran upward from the clips to a box that sat nearby on a small table. Larisa handed another smaller box, that had three switches on it, to Steven. He saw the wire running from the switchbox to the main box on the table and grinned. The woman showed him how the switches could be turned to different levels of intensity. 

Liandra could feel the coldness of the metal clips pinching her nipples and clit, but it wasn't an entirely unpleasant sensation. Mainly, she was still so horny that she needed release again. She didn't care what they did to her, as long as she could gain that from them. She whimpered softly, and they turned to glance at her. "Oh, Steven, I think our little pet is ready for a taste of the juice...." Larisa purred, smiling. "Why don't you oblige her?" The next moment, small shocks of electricity were pulsing through Liandra's taut nipples and her engorged clit. She screamed and writhed on the table as Steven slowly increased the intensity by one notch. Larisa moved over to the table and began kissing Liandra hungrily, her tongue ravaging the other girl's mouth. Steven raised the power one more notch, then moved himself between the girl's thighs and began kissing and licking her pussy. Between the small shocks and the manipulation of their mouths and tongues, Liandra began cumming again and again. The pain of the shocks was balanced perfectly with the caresses, and it felt more wonderful than anything she had ever experienced before. 

They experimented with Liandra many different ways with the clips. Larisa took the one off her clit and she sucked the girl to orgasm as Steven sent the shocks to her nipples. Next, her breasts were freed and her clit was shocked as the man and the other woman nibbled and sucked at her nipples, taking turns with the switch. Lastly, Steven finger fucked Liandra, while sending shocks to her clit, and Larisa sat on her face, playing with her nipples and making the girl kiss and suck her pussy. Liandra finally passed out from the amount of play she had experienced, too spent to keep her eyes open any longer. Larisa looked down at the exhausted girl, smiling at her fondly. She stroked her soft hair, admiring the thickness of the locks and the way it shone in the dim light. "She is a treasure, Steven. I'm so very glad that you...rescued her." Their laughter mingled together in a cozy but sinister way.

As Steven and Larisa began to clean up their unconscious little darling, Sandy was parking near Steven's house. There was only one car in the driveway, which suited his purposes nicely. He could take care of whoever was home with a tap on the head and once they were knocked out, he could roam to his heart's content. Quietly, he took the spare key from out of its hiding place under the planter on the porch and unlocked the front door, easing it open. He shut it behind him and moved forward without a sound. He could hear soft voices from a room just down the hall. Listening carefully, he determined that there was a female and male present. He doubted he'd be lucky enough to catch Steven and Liandra that easily, but he would see. He neared the room and heard a feminine giggle. "Tyler, stop that! You're tickling...."

So it was not Steven....and the voice didn't sound like Liandra's either. Sandy had heard it often enough and it was pitched lower than this girl's. Staying in the shadows, he moved to where he could see into the room. All the lights were out except one lamp, and he could see that the couple in the room were definitely not the ones he sought. However, the girl was very pretty from what he could see. Tyler certainly seemed to be enjoying kissing her, and she wasn't protesting in the least now. Sandy felt his cock growing hard at the sight of them, and grinned. This was going to be more interesting than he thought. For such a large man, he was able to move very quietly, and the couple were so busy making out, that he was standing over them before either realized they had company. The green eyes of the girl met Sandy's dark ones first and she made a choked sound against Tyler's mouth, causing him to turn and see the intruder. "Hey...what the..." That was as far as the young man got before Sandy had a gun in his hand. 

"Get up, both of you." The deep voice left no room for argument, and the trembling pair rose. "Take me to your bedroom." The girl whimpered softly, but Tyler took her hand and squeezed it, trying to comfort her. Sandy motioned for them to move ahead of him, and watched the young lovely's ass sway as she moved. The tight shorts she had on showed off her rump quite nicely, and he loved the way the small of her back was bare, due to the baby doll t-shirt she wore. It had been quite some time since he'd had some pussy, and he intended to enjoy this one. They mounted the stairs, and moved upward, to the first door on the left. "Draw the shades," Sandy rumbled, and the girl did as he said, fully aware of the gun trained on her boyfriend. After making the two sit on the bed, he locked the door behind him, grinning wolfishly. After glancing around the room, he made Tyler seat himself on a heavy wooden chair. He made the girl get some of the young man's ties and fasten him tightly to the seat. After she had finished, he tightened them even more, so that Tyler could scarcely move. The chair was heavy enough that he would not be able to move it by himself, so he was trapped.

Keeping the gun trained on Tyler, Sandy moved to the bed, and motioned the girl to come to him. Trembling even more, she moved to him, and he had her sit at his feet, clasping her waist with his ankles in a vice-like grip. He began stroking her shining ebony hair with his free hand, as he spoke to the young man, his tone conversational. "My boss wants to know where Steven is. I think it would be very healthy for both of you if you told me." A puzzled look came over Tyler's face, and he frowned slightly, as if trying to remember. "I trust you do know where he is?" Tyler shook his head, afraid to speak, for fear of angering the large man that held them helpless. "Well, let me ask this then....has he had company lately? A lovely young lady, perhaps? One that has been staying here...somewhere?" Sandy let his free hand wander down the girl's jaw, caressing her throat softly, enjoying the feel of her soft skin beneath his callused fingers.

Tyler knew if he spoke up, he and his girlfriend, Desiree, were both as good as dead most likely. If this creep did let them go, then Steven would kill him for spilling the beans. He clamped his lips shut and hoped that Steven would return from his travels soon. Hopefully he'd be able to get this idiot out of the house with no one getting hurt. He had known bringing that little piece of ass to the house had been a bad move on Steven's part, but he had enjoyed playing with her just as much as the others. He watched the larger man's cold dark eyes scanning his face, trying to read his thoughts. He watched the hand not holding the gun moving further down Desiree's desirable body, to cup her left breast. She looked terrified, frozen in place. The man began rubbing his thumb over the girl's nipple, teasing it to hardness, and Tyler heard a soft and anguished moan escape her lips. At the sound, he grinned and continued to tease her, his gun hand steady as a rock as he lowered his mouth to her neck and licked the tender flesh.

Sandy was enjoying this beyond measure. He knew the little prick knew something, but wasn't going to tell him. That was fine...he'd just make him watch his little girlfriend get fucked by a big dick. He moved his hand to her other plump breast, teasing that nipple to hardness as well. She tasted sweet and he couldn't wait to get his mouth on her pussy. "Get up." It was an order and Desiree did not dare hesitate. Tears filled her eyes, but she didn't speak. "I'm going to put this gun down, but if you try anything, I'll snap your arm like a twig." Sandy's voice was cold. "Then, you'll watch as I fuck your boyfriend and then blow his brains out. Got it?" Swallowing hard, the girl nodded. He put the gun far out of her reach, but still within his own, then allowed her to rise. "Face me." She did so, standing between his spread legs. His hands moved around and cupped her ass, pulling her to his hard body. His mouth was just about even with her breasts with him sitting on the bed. He leaned forward and sucked on her left breast, letting his tongue tease her nipple through the cloth, as he massaged her ass cheeks. She moaned softly, not wanting to enjoy his touch, but unable to help herself. With a wicked chuckle, he looked Tyler straight in the eye as he pushed her t-shirt up, baring her sweet flesh to his hungry gaze.

Immediately, Sandy's mouth fastened over the girl's right breast and he let his mouth and tongue work on her. He put one hand on the nape of her neck and the other moved from her ass, between her legs, massaging her rapidly dampening sex. He stood, turned and threw her on the bed, ripping the shorts from her body, and unzipping his fly. Pulling out his hard cock, he loomed over the panting girl, who now tried to escape by backing up on the bed. Sandy laughed at her, slapped her across the face, and plunged himself deep into her tight wet cunt. She screamed and he slapped her again, then began fucking her for all he was worth. She felt so good, so tight...almost virginal. She had not had a lot of activity yet, that was certain. He came quickly inside her, but he was able to keep going, unlike many men. He lapped at her breasts, sucking and nibbling, then moved to her mouth, all the while pumping into her as hard as he could. When he tired of fucking her pussy, he shoved his cock in her mouth, and went down on her, forcing her to climax over and over. 

Sitting up from the sixty-nine position, one hand keeping her pinned to the bed, Sandy looked over at Tyler. The young man looked ill, unable to take his eyes away from the sight of what the man was doing to Desiree. Sandy laughed at the erection he saw the young man sporting as well. "Ever tasted this pussy?" he growled at Tyler. "She sure tastes good. Gonna have me some more I think...." He turned and leered down at the shivering girl. "Oh, darlin', you are sweet. Need more of you...." His tongue slithered into her again, as he coated a finger with her wetness and worked it into her tight ass. As he sucked her clit, and finger fucked her ass, he decided he would ravage her ass next and then call it a day. He'd take her home to the boss too. She'd be a fine addition to the stable, and maybe he could keep her for his own.



In Training Ch. 11



At Larisa's house, Steven dosed the still unconscious Liandra with another sedative. This one would keep her asleep until she was safely tucked into her bed in his house. He leaned in and kissed her soft lips, still swollen from all the kissing and sucking she had participated in that day. Evening was coming on and it was time to head home. He decided to give his plaything a night of real rest, and then let the guys double up on her the next night. Larisa sighed as she watched him finish dressing the girl. "Are you certain you can't leave her here with me just for a little while?" she wheedled. "I could make certain it was worth your while....in more ways than one...." Steven studied the woman for a few moments, grinning. He was certain she was telling the truth, but he shook his head.

"Sorry, my sexy lady, not this time. Another time, perhaps, when the new has worn off a bit." He carried the sleeping sex slave to the car, laying her in the back seat and belting her down with the seatbelts, making certain one of the belts lay across her breasts so it would stimulate her nipples, even in her sleep. When his prisoner was secure, he turned to Larisa and grabbed her, pulling her tight against his body. She was definitely one of the best lovers Steven had ever had, and he intended to come back again before too long. He ground his pelvis against her, cupping her ass with his hands and kissing her deeply. As tempted as he was to stay and fuck her again, Steven knew he needed to be getting home. Twilight was upon them and he wanted little Liandra secured away before too long.

Releasing Larisa, he quickly moved to the driver's side door and slipped inside. With a jaunty wave at his lover, he drove back down the long driveway, whistling softly, and feeling well pleased about the day. Little did he know that back at home, Sandy was still having a wonderful time raping his plaything. His mouth continued to work on Desiree's sweet pussy, sucking at her clit as his tongue worked on her tight tunnel. His finger probed deep into her ass, and he loved the sounds she was making, screaming and crying, not wanting to feel good from what he was doing, but unable to help herself. He sucked hard on the engorged nub, forcing her to climax all over his mouth and tongue. As she gasped for breath, he moved up and kissed her, forcing her to taste her own nectar on his lips. She pressed her hands against his chest, pushing him away, but he was far too strong, and she was helpless. 

"God, darlin'," he growled, "you're a hell of a kisser. Taste good....kiss good....fuck good....mmm...mmm." He moved his mouth back down to her left nipple, teasing it again with his tongue. Desiree moaned and across the room, Sandy heard Tyler give out a muffled groan as well. He grinned around her breast, knowing the young man was going to blow a load in his pants before Sandy was finished with the two of them. No man could resist seeing a sexy woman being pleasured without getting turned on, even if he wasn't the one doing the pleasuring. It had to be like watching a live porno. Hell, the guy was probably imagining that he was Sandy instead! Deciding to torment the other man, he sat up and traced the girl's taut nipple with the tip of his tongue. "Ever done this to her, Tyler?" He lapped slowly at the peak, then moved to the other breast, letting his hand slide down and rest on her hip. "How about this?" He slid his fingers over Desiree's mound, letting the tip of his middle finger part her labia, and brush her clit.

Tyler was groaning again, straining against the ties that bound him. He had a harder erection than he had ever sported in his life, and he was ashamed of himself for being so turned on watching this brute forcibly take his girlfriend over and over, in ways he had wanted to himself for so long. It was more erotic than he would have thought, to see Desiree helpless beneath the man's large body, to see the thick cock plunge into her pussy and then her throat, as the man ate her out. He wished his hands were free so he could stroke himself watching, but at the same time, hated himself for feeling that way. He had wanted to do all those things to her, but she hadn't yet let him. He had known she wasn't a virgin. Her last boyfriend had taken her virginity and then broken up with her, but she practically was, and he had wanted to feel her cunt gripping his own cock for what seemed like forever. 

The most she had allowed Tyler so far was some very passionate kissing, over the clothes petting and he had been about to get inside her top when the intruder showed up that night. She hadn't wanted to make the same mistake again by going too far too fast, and while Tyler could respect that, he needed sex. Watching the beast of a man taking from her what he himself had longed for, made him hornier than ever. The man's finger slid deep inside Desiree again, and he pulled it out and sniffed her scent. "Oh, she is wet now....she wants it again, don't you darlin'?" Desiree shook her head in terror, but the big man grinned. "Your body tells me a different story, little slut. You ache to get fucked and you're going to. Again and again and again.....but for now, let's do something new...." Sandy grabbed the girl from the bed by her arm and dragged her over to the chair where Tyler was seated. "Lookee what he has for you, whore. He wants to do you too."

Desiree's eyes widened at the sight of the tent in Tyler's pants. She looked up at him with pain and fear in her eyes, as if she no longer knew him. "Yeah, he's all turned on watching you get all sexed up over there. Wishes it was him, I'm sure. Well, we can't just leave him in such a state, so we'll help him out. Unzip his pants." The girl slowly shook her head, trying to struggle away, but Sandy twisted her arm behind her back until she gasped. "I said, unzip his pants." His voice was deadly, and the girl was left with no choice but to obey. "Now, pull him out." Trembling fingers brushed Tyler's cock and he almost came at that moment, but he held back, curious to see just what the man had in mind. "Bend over and lick his cock." When Desiree hesitated, he pushed her forward until her lips rested against the hard shaft below her.

"Lick it bitch." Slowly, her tongue slid forward and began sliding up and down on Tyler's thick shaft. He moaned low in his throat, and leaned his head back, unable to help himself. "That's it....get it good and wet....now suck him." The girl no longer tried to fight, she simply did as she was told and Tyler felt her warm soft mouth enclose him. Her name came from his lips in a groan, and Sandy laughed. "Keep it up, slut. Don't you dare stop." He reached under her body to grasp her swaying breasts, and began teasing her nipples again, then took one hand and slid it between her legs. He diddled her until she was moaning around the cock in her mouth, then he removed his fingers and slid his cock into her in one fluid stroke, fucking her deeply. As soon as he felt his cock was slick enough, he slid out, and placed his hands on her ass cheeks. Immediately, she paused in her sucking, and he struck her sharply across her ass.

"I didn't say stop. You suck that boy until he comes in your mouth, whore." Desiree realized with horror what he planned to do to her, but there was nothing she could do to prevent it. Tyler was shifting as much as could in the chair, bound as he was, and she knew he would explode in her mouth soon. She felt the big man part her cheeks with his rough hands, and then his cockhead was tapping at her tight virgin eye. He teased her for long moments before suddenly shoving himself into her to the hilt. The pain was unbelievable and she screamed around Tyler's dick. She received another sharp slap on her ass for that. Now Sandy began to plunge in out of Desiree's tight little ass. Each time he pulled out, he struck her hard as he shoved back in. One hand teased her clit, and the other teased her nipples. She could feel Tyler getting ready to cum, and then suddenly hot thick sperm shot down her throat, choking her. Sandy pumped harder and harder into her ass, until she felt it fill with cum as well, and then with a final pull from the rough fingers at her clit, Desiree came as well. Immediately her knees buckled and she would have fallen if Sandy hadn't been holding her breasts.

Sandy stood up and stretched, barely breathing hard. He looked down at the two, the girl still supported by his one hand, almost limp, the man sweating in rivulets down his face, gasping for breath. He grabbed Tyler's damp hair, and pulled his head up to look him in the eye. The young man's eyes were glazed and Sandy had to shake his head a bit to get him to focus. "Now that we've had our fun, Lollipop and I will be leaving. There's someone I know she has to meet. Tell Steven I'll be back...or someone will. Next time, they might not be quite as friendly as I have been. However, if he returns the girl, unchanged, then the Old Man might decide to forgive and forget. Doubtful, but it's better than his other options, trust me. Got it?" Tyler nodded, his eyes wide. "Good. Come on, Lollipop, let's get you dressed. We're going for a ride."

Desiree was starting to come back to herself and when she realized what the man had said, she tried to run from him. He twisted her tender breast viciously, making her scream, then shoved her toward Tyler's closet. He pulled out a tank top and found a pair of sweatshorts that looked like they would fit her. "Put 'em on, darlin'." Trembling, crying, not sure what to think anymore, the girl did as she was told. The clothes looked very sexy on her, and Sandy grinned. "Oh, yes Lollipop, you do look good enough to eat. Say bye bye to your little boyfriend. You won't be seeing him again most likely." Grasping her arm tightly, Sandy dragged her toward Tyler. 

Her eyes met Tyler's, filled with a myriad of emotions. She was terrified and he felt lower than dirt at how he had become excited over her torment. A lone tear trickled down her face, and she blinked hard, trying not to let any more spill. "Des...baby...." He choked, wanting to say more. He watched, sickened, as Sandy slid a hand down her body, cupping her breasts as they stood there, his thumb idly teasing her nipple.

She closed her eyes, then said in a broken voice, "Goodbye Tyler." Her eyes dropped to the ground as Sandy pulled her shirt up, giving Tyler a look again at her soft creamy breasts. Her nipples were taut and rosy again, and he had a feeling that the large man was going to fuck her raw before the night was over. Moving her slightly forward, Sandy pushed her until her right nipple rested against Tyler's mouth. 

"Suck it boy....you know you want to....this is your last chance....."

Knowing if he committed this act against her, he would lose her forever, even if he did see her again, Tyler could not control his wayward tongue. It slid from between his lips and caressed the nub, laving it and drawing a moan from her tired throat. Giving in to his desire, Tyler pursed his lips and fastened them around the nipple, suckling it hard as he'd always dreamed of. To the sound of Desiree's sobbing moan of pleasure and Sandy's evil chuckle, he supped on her. Sandy shifted her, so that the other nipple now awaited his mouth, and Tyler eagerly lapped at it, suckling again. He tasted the flesh he had longed for, knowing he never would again, except in dreams, and he could not stop. She was held in position so that he could move his head back and forth between her sweet peaks, vaguely aware that the other man had begun fingering her through the shorts she wore. Desiree's moans and sobs grew more frantic and then she screamed as her climax washed over her. 

Laughing, Sandy pulled her away, still leaving her shirt up and the other man panting with need. "You'd suck her tits all night if I let you wouldn't you?" He leaned down, took each nipple in his own mouth, lapped at them for a moment, and then pulled her upright, yanking her shirt down. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out a small syringe and plunged it into the girl's upper arm. In moments, Desiree's eyes fluttered and she slumped, as Sandy caught her up in his arms, tossing her over his shoulder easily. 

"What did you give her?" Tyler's voice was thick with lust and fright.

Sandy eyed him coldly, patting the girl's ass. "What do you care, boy? You just proved she's nothing to you but a good fuck. She'll remember that the rest of her life...or at least as long as she has a memory. Now, don't forget to relay my message to Steven."

Without another word, he turned on his heel and strode out. He could scarcely wait to tell the Old Man what little he knew, but more important, to show him the new filly. He glanced at Desiree, sleeping peacefully on the front seat beside him. He really hoped he would get to keep her for his own. He'd love to have the opportunity to break her himself. This would give him a real opportunity to release all the pent up sexual frustration he experienced in working with the other girls daily. He drove off into the night.

About thirty minutes later, Steven's car pulled into the driveway. He saw that only Tyler was home, and wondered if he had been able to get Desiree into bed yet. She was definitely one fine piece of ass that he wouldn't mind getting his own dick into someday. There was a single light on in the living room, and one on in Tyler's room. Carrying Liandra, he moved through the quiet house. He heard a thumping noise from upstairs, and what sounded like a faint yell. Pausing, he decided he'd best get his pet squared away first, then he could check on what was going on. Maybe something worth joining in on!

Unlocking the doorway, Steven moved down the stairs and into Liandra's room. She had been thoroughly cleaned at Larisa's, but he needed to add more cream to her nipples and clit, and he wanted to slip her another pill that would cause her to have erotic dreams all night long. Carefully, he administered the cream, admiring the way her nipples immediately stood at attention at his touch and her clit bloomed beneath his fingers. He dipped one inside, enjoying the feel of her muscles sucking at him, trying to draw him in deeper. He kissed her lips softly, but with hunger, then slipped the small pill into her mouth. Blowing on her nipples and clit, he slid a filmy negligee over her body and left her to her dreams, heading up the stairs to see what was going on.



In Training Ch. 12



Steven strolled up the stairs, listening to thumping and bumping noises from above, and hearing another faint yell from what sounded like Tyler, he grinned. There definitely must be some hot action up there, and he was horny again, so he hurried the rest of the way up and shoved open the door to the bedroom, then stopped short at the sight of his friend's sweat soaked face and wild eyes, as he thumped the chair he was tied to as best he could against the floor. The adrenaline that was pumping through his veins had given Tyler the strength to move the chair enough to make noise. "What the hell. . ." Steven started, then shook his head. He pulled a pocketknife out and slit the ties that bound the other man to the chair. "What the fuck happened here, Ty?" 

Tyler rubbed his arms to get his circulation flowing again, and glared up at his friend. "Your dear old Dad sent one of his goons here looking for the girl. He sent you a message. You're to bring her back, unchanged, and he might 'forgive and forget' as the big bastard put it, but he doubted it." Steven stood there, staring at him, a cold expression coming over his face. He said nothing, but a slow anger began to burn in his eyes. "Steve-O. . .he took Des. He took her. What can we do?"

Steven stared at him, not really paying attention to Tyler's words. No doubt it was Sandy the Old Man had sent. Desiree would be a delicious prize for the stable. He could imagine just what a party they would have with her. He realized that Tyler was still talking, almost babbling now. "My Des is going to hate me. I know she will, if she doesn't already. Why didn't I just take her home? Why did I have to try to get her into bed? Maybe they just took her to scare me. . . or you. Yeah! If we take that other piece of ass back, then. . ." Steven's punch to his jaw stopped his dialogue cold, as he hit the ground. 

"Tyler, shut up. Just shut the fuck up and listen to me. They won't hurt her. She's a big girl, 18 years old. She'll be a welcome addition to the Old Man's 'stable'. New girls are always desired, and especially ones that are virgins or very nearly." He paused, looking down at the stunned man on the carpet. "The best thing for you to do is to act normal. When her parents call you looking for her, you haven't seen her since you dropped her off at what's her name's house where she was supposed to go later. I'm not giving Liandra up, at least not yet. Can you help me out with that? " At Tyler's slow nod, Steven nodded back. "I suggest you basically forget little Des baby, and start thinking about that fine piece of tail you'll get to play with again if you cooperate."

Sandy had driven carefully back to the Old Man's house, his unconscious passenger sleeping peacefully beside him. He kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, hungry for her again. He was anxious to show her to his boss and see what plans he might have for her. Pulling into the garage, he moved around and lifted the limp form into his arms, caressing her plump ass after he had slung her over his shoulder. He entered the house, knowing the Old Man would be in the library waiting. Moving quietly along, he reached the door he sought, and knocked. After waiting a moment, he pushed the door open and stepped into the room. The flames from the fireplace were the only light to be seen, and they caused shadows to dance across the dark paneled walls. He could see the Master sitting in his wing chair by the fire, a glass of something in his hand. Moving forward, he placed the girl into the chair facing the other man. 

"This isn't the girl." The Old Man's voice was cold and clipped, but Sandy had worked for him long enough to know that there was interest hidden beneath his words. He waited. "She is striking however. . .did she belong to my son?"

"No. His housemate's girlfriend. She's quite good."

A dry chuckle escaped the shadowed figure. "Tasty morsel, eh? Not a virgin I take it?"

"Very close. She's tight. Her boyfriend hadn't even stuck it in her yet. I think I teased him fairly well, making him watch."

"Good. Perhaps that will relay my message to that little bastard of mine, who thinks he can steal from me. Knowing how cocky he is though, it won't do the trick. While this lovely slut is a nice addition to our stable, she is no consolation for Liandra. I will have her back, no matter what it takes. Perhaps your next visit should be to his friend, Larisa. I think she might have things to tell you, especially if you persuade her properly." Sandy's eyes gleamed at the thought of fucking that hot bitch. "In the meantime, I think I should look over our new plaything."

The Old Man rose from his chair and walked over to the sleeping girl, looking down at her. "Hold her." Sandy caught Desiree's wrists firmly but gently, and lifted her arms above her head, showing off her breasts in the thin tank top. The Old Man nodded slowly. Her shorts had ridden up into her crotch, outlining her pussy. Sandy watched hungrily as his boss began rubbing her breasts with his palms, thumbing her nipples to hardness, leaning in and beginning to suckle her left nipple through her top. She moved slightly, a small sound escaping her parted lips. He raised his head. "What's her name?"

"Desiree."

"Perfect. Desiree? Desiree, pet, it's time to wake up now. Wake my darling girl." He leaned in again and began suckling the nipple harder, letting his tongue work against the cloth, teasing her. He trailed his mouth across her chest to her other breast and nipple, laving it thoroughly. His hand moved between her legs, sliding a finger up and down her cleft through her shorts. "Come on, princess. You're just the cure Sandy and I need for our ills tonight." Now the girl's green eyes slowly fluttered open. All she could make out at first was darkness, but then she slowly could see the shadowy figure of the big man who had taken her earlier, and now there was another man, whose mouth was on her breasts. She struggled, whimpering, but the sounds were partly fear and partly pleasure. 

The new man, the one she didn't know, was very good with his mouth, and he was making her squirm with arousal. His fingers on her crotch felt heavenly, and despite herself, Desiree found she wanted sex. She didn't want to want it, but she couldn't help herself. She moaned as the Old Man worked a finger beneath the leg of her tight shorts, and began stroking her labia. He knew just how to touch her. He kissed her, and she nipped at his lip, trying to hurt him. She did not succeed, for his thumb simply roughly played with her nipple and he seemed not to even notice her attempt. It was very erotic, but frightening. His tongue played over her nipples through the cloth, and then she vaguely felt the tank top disappear. Sandy had jerked it off. Now the tongue was on her bare skin, the lips suckling at her nipple. 

The Old Man pulled back and looked at her. "You like what I'm doing to you, don't you sweet Desiree? Tell the truth now. . . " She wanted to say no, but she couldn't. She simply moaned and he laughed. "Oh, you'll be a nice addition to the Stable indeed, my dear. So hot and ready. So wet. You want a cock in you now, don't you precious?" Desiree shook her head, but her body was screaming for what the man was saying. "We can save you for some of customers with more interesting tastes I think." He paused a moment, then looked up at Sandy. "I think Desiree wants to be fucked. What do you think Sandy?"

Sandy had his cock out in two seconds and in Desiree's sweet pussy in even less time. Her tightness gripped him and sucked him in deeply, and he came quickly. Staying inside her, he licked and sucked her nipples until he was hard again, and thrusting deep into her weeping pussy. "Damn baby, you are one sweet little fuck," he growled in her ear, nipping at the lobe. Letting himself gush inside her again, he then pulled out. Despite herself, Desiree found her fingers digging into the big man's back, her legs wrapped tightly around him. She felt more aroused than ever in her entire life. 

When Sandy was finished, he looked over at his boss. "Do you want a piece now, Boss?" 

The Old Man shook his head. "No, I'll try her out later. For now, take her and have the girls clean her up and put her in her room."

Sandy pulled Desiree to her feet, and led her out of the room and down a long hallway. She was very confused as they made several turns around corners, and knew she'd never be able to find her way out of the place alone. When they got to the room where the girls waited, Sandy paused just outside the door, and pushed the girl against the wall. "You make me hot, sexy girl," he said roughly to her, but he kissed her fairly gently for him. Desiree felt her juices begin to flow again as he ground into her. "You can get cleaned up now, but the Boss will be in to see you later. Better let that sweet pussy rest awhile..." With another deep kiss, he ushered her into the room.

When he returned, his boss was smiling. "You quite enjoyed the new whore, didn't you?" At Sandy's nod, he nodded as well. "Once we get Liandra back with us, this new one is yours. Do whatever you like with her until you tire of her. Rent her out or sell her, I don't care. Now, let's talk about our next move."



In Training Ch. 13



Liandra slept deeply all night long, partly from the pill Steven had given her and partly from exhaustion at the hands of Larisa and her lover, but she woke refreshed even though her body cried out for sex. She had dreamed of nothing all night long, but hard cocks and hungry mouths on her body and in her body. Hands had touched and fingered her in her dreams, and she had had several orgasms in her sleep, without her conscious knowledge. Her nipples and pussy were tingling with need as usual, and she longed to make love to her knight in shining armor, Steven. He was such a gentleman not to take advantage of her situation, and she admired him for it. She only hoped that soon she would be able to go back to life before she had been taken by Steven's terrible father and that she and Steven would be able to live and love together in bliss and harmony. She would love to be able to marry him freely and be able to love him all the time. She longed for the time that they could consummate their relationship, as obviously he wanted her as much as she wanted him. She sighed and stretched, and at that moment, Steven came through the door, bearing her breakfast tray.

Giving him a bright smile, Liandra held out her arms for a hug. She noticed his expression seemed distracted and even worried this morning, even as he set her tray down and pulled her to him. She caught his face in her hands and gave him a soft kiss, that soon deepened into something passionate and hungry. His hands roamed over her back, and when she reached out a tentative hand to his crotch, she felt his hard cock pulsing beneath his tight jeans. Gently he caught her hand and moved it away after letting her feel him for a few moments, then hugged her tightly again. 

"I'm so happy to see you this morning, darling," Steven said, stroking her cheek, his mind wrapped up in making his father pay dearly for coming into his home and fucking with his friends. 

"As I am you, Steven. I had some interesting dreams again."

"Did you? You'll have to tell me all about them later, but I need to tell you something now." Liandra felt a stab of fear at the tone of his voice.

"What is it? What's happened?"

"Do you remember anything of yesterday, sweetheart?"

Liandra frowned slightly, trying to think. She vaguely remembered getting out of the house and going for a ride in the country, and that it had been beautiful. She seemed to recall a large house, but the rest of the day was a blank. Slowly she shook her head.

"Not too much. I remember what a nice ride we had and then it's all kind of fuzzy after that. What happened?"

Inwardly Steven grinned to himself, for just as he hoped, the drugs continued to do their trick on his little pet. He could manipulate yesterday's events to his advantage with her. Outwardly, he kept a show of concern on his face.

"Well, try not to be alarmed, sweet, but you almost went back to my father yesterday. While we were driving along, all of a sudden a van pulled out in front of us, and I had to stop the car. You were so frightened you fainted. The next thing I knew, some of my father's goons had jumped out and they gave you something that kept you passed out. They forced me into the van and tied me up, and laid you at my feet."

Liandra's eyes were wide with fear. "Oh no! Did they hurt you?"

"Not too much. They ended up driving us to this big house, and dragging us inside, and then they gave you something else that made you really horny apparently. You never seemed to know where you were even though your eyes were open. Then they took turns molesting you, even though they didn't dare take your virginity. That's what my father still wants from you. They made me watch the whole time, and it was horrible!"

Steven lowered his eyes, pretending to be reliving the 'horrible' events of the previous day. He felt Liandra's arms around him, and laughed to himself. She truly had no idea what had happened, and here she was feeling sorry for him, even though she should really be feeling sorry for herself! 

"Oh, Steven, you poor thing. Was it too awful?"

"I hated watching them touch like that. They put their hands and their mouths and even their cocks all over you. I knew it was the stuff they gave you, but you actually seemed to be enjoying it. I think if they had let you, you would have had an orgasm." He felt her shudder and laughed silently again. He loved playing this game with her, making her feel guilty for his 'torment'. "They wanted to fuck you, but they were too afraid of my father. One of them said if he could get away with it and not get caught, he'd pop your cherry right there in front of me. I wanted to kill him. They kept taunting me with how delicious you were and what a good fuck you'd be. . ."

"How awful for you! Well, what happened next? How did we get home?"

"They finally got tired and had to go get something to eat. They thought I was tied up too well and you were too out of it to escape, so they didn't worry about guarding us. Their mistake in that case, because I was able to finally slip out of the ropes and then pick you up and sneak out. I hid you and found a car there that had keys in it, and drove you back to my car, then brought you home and cleaned you up."

Liandra's cobalt eyes welled up with tears at the idea of Steven tenderly caring for her, cleaning who knows what off of her, protecting her from them as best he could. She imagined his helpless rage at watching the men touch her and at hearing them say the things they had said. That would explain where her dreams came from. "Fortunately, they haven't made it to the house here yet, but I'm afraid we may have to look at moving elsewhere for awhile, until they've lost the scent. I'm never letting you go, especially not back to my father. You are much too precious to me for that." And worth far too much financially, Steven thought. He might have to step up her training a bit and get her ready for pleasuring customers sooner than he had planned. He wanted the money her virgin body could bring, and he wanted to be the one to hold the auction for the pleasure of deflowering her. Once that had happened, he planned to enjoy her for a very long time, and then he would start whoring her out to the best paying customers. 

"Steven, you truly are my knight in shining armor. What would I do without you? I shudder to think what would happen to me at your father's hands." Liandra gave a real shudder and hugged him tightly again. "I can't wait until I can show you my gratitude properly."

"Ah, my pet, when you say things like that, it makes you far too tempting. We're alright for now, so you just eat your breakfast and then I'm going to go looking for another place for us. I have a feeling I know of just the place and no one else knows of it, except those that can be trusted." Like my friends, Steven thought. I'll get her moved today, and tonight, they can have a real party with her. No one can even hear her screaming in delight out in the country. I always knew that other house would serve me well someday. A couple of years prior, Steven had purchased a piece of property not too far from Larisa's. It was a beautiful home, although not nearly as ostentatious as her own, but it was well equipped for playtime, and very secluded. Steven's friends did know of its existence, but they had no clue as to where it was. He was the only one who did know and when he eventually took his clients there, they would have to ride in a special van, with the windows completely blacked out. The van would pull into an underground garage, and the men would go straight into the 'fun rooms' from the garage. They would never see the rest of the house, for everything that was needed was below. Steven had never used this house before, but the time had come. If he wished to keep his prize, that was the place to store her.

Liandra had just about finished her breakfast by now. Already, she was feeling the dreamy effects of the added ingredients, but she was becoming so used to the feeling, she never even wondered about it. She felt as if she were floating again, and it was the loveliest feeling in the world. She sighed softly, and fell back on the bed, her nipples hard with the arousal the pills caused in her. "That was wonderful as always, Steven. I'm so very horny now. Couldn't we just play a little bit?" She batted her eyelashes at him playfully, and he grinned at her. He ran his palms over her breasts, loving the feel of the plump flesh and the hard nub that topped it against his hand. He leaned over the tray and kissed her deeply, making her moan. He knew that her pussy would have already responded, readying itself for sex. He pinched her nipples sharply and she gasped, then opened her thighs wider, hungry for him. He laughed wickedly, and leaned in to suckle her nipples through the filmy fabric that barely covered them. She was gasping with pleasure, pulling his head closer to her. "Steven," Liandra panted "Please, can't you fuck me today? I want you so much. . ."

God, how he wanted to. Steven would have loved to throw the tray aside, unzip his jeans and mount her right there, getting rid of her cherry once and for all, but that wasn't practical. If she was just any other girl, he wouldn't even hesitate, but she was a commodity, not just a piece of tail to him. He was dying to fuck her raw, and watch her get fucked by others, but it wasn't time yet. He caught her wrists and pulled them above her head. A bit menacingly, he loomed over her, lowering his voice to a growl. "So, sweet little Liandra wants to get fucked, does she? Best be careful, girl, or you'll get what you ask for."

Steven watched her blue eyes darken with lust and a touch of fear at his words. She was incredibly aroused now, squirming on the bed, her hips bucking slightly. "I could just take you right here, you know, and no matter how much you begged for mercy, I wouldn't give you any. I'd just keep pounding away with my big dick, making you scream my name. Making you call me 'Master'. Am I your Master, little slut?"

Liandra moaned, the drugs in full force in her system now. "Oh, yes, Master. You are."

"And are you my little slut, who will fuck whoever I tell you to, whenever and wherever I tell you to?"

"Please, Master, yes. . .I'll do anything you want."

"You want cock bad, don't you, my little whore? You want a big fat dick in your cunt don't you?" Steven paused, then continued. "Or, maybe you want two big fat dicks in you at the same time. One in your cunt and one in your ass. Is that what my slut wants?"

"Oh Master. . .that frightens me, but it sounds so good."

"I want you a little frightened, my girl. It will happen but you just won't know when or where."

Steven licked her nipples again and slid a finger up and down her slit, bringing Liandra close to orgasm, but then he stopped. "I need to go see about a place for us, my pet. You get cleaned up and ready, and then I'll come back and get you when all is ready. Tonight we'll have some company."

With a last kiss for the moment, Steven rose from the bed, leaving the girl flushed and panting behind him. He whistled a little as he locked the door, and went to pack some things. He would have to be careful about coming back to this house again for awhile. He hurried and soon had everything he needed, and decided to get Liandra's things a bit later. He left a cryptic note for Tyler, simply saying he was out for awhile, but would be back soon. He tossed the suitcases he had filled into his car and drove off, making certain to take a very long and winding way, so that no one would follow him. After a rather long while of driving, Steven finally pulled into the secluded driveway of his second home. The house was located far back on the property, completely hidden from the road. There wasn't even a mailbox to mark that anyone lived there. All one would see as they passed by was a crushed stone driveway that curved off into tall trees. The driveway was deliberately left overgrown looking, and the trees were not well trimmed, giving the appearance of an abandoned property. If someone did know that there was a house, when they pulled up before it, they would see a two story red brick house with a long front porch. The front doors were made of mahogany and a large brass knocker adorned the front. The driveway curved around to the left side of the house as well, and led into the underground garage, which was operated by a secret code tapped into an unobtrusive key pad. Steven pulled into the garage and entered the house, passing by the entrance to the 'fun rooms' and walking up three steps to go into the kitchen of the house. 

He took a quick look around the entire house, satisfied that no one had been there, then descended into the entertainment section of his property. The heavy door that barred the entrance was also operated by a key pad, and Steven quickly entered the numbers. It slid open silently, and the motion detector did not allow the door to close until all parties were inside the foyer, which was large enough to accommodate up to five people at a time. There was a light above the door that signaled to whoever was operating it when it was safe to let more people in. Once inside the foyer, Steven moved to the next door and stepped inside, onto the wide top of some rather steep stairs. He moved carefully downwards until he had reached the bottom. It was very dark in these rooms. Steven turned on the regular lights for the moment, to make certain everything was ready for his friends tonight. 

At the bottom of the stairs, there was an opening that led to a hallway. Along the hallway were several doors, all closed tightly. One led into an eating area with a bar and large television, for anyone who was hungry or thirsty while visiting. Another led into a room equipped with several types of equipment for playing with a partner, such as a swing, a table very similar to Larisa's, shackles fastened into the walls, and various other pieces. There was also a large cabinet in the room that contained many types of toys ready for use if so desired. There were a couple of bedrooms, both set up for fantasy roleplaying, complete with costumes and wigs, if desired. There was a study lined with books that also contained a pool table that could be used for playing pool or fucking. The room also had some tables set up for poker. There were three bathrooms, one of which had a glassed in shower and a built in seat. The final room downstairs was set up for Liandra. It was a pleasant chamber, but well secured, with no windows and a thick door that locked from the outside with a key and a key pad. 

Steven was satisfied when he perused each room. Everything was fresh and clean and ready for a wonderful party with his little Liandra tonight. He had decided to let Tyler have use of her longer than anyone tonight after his unpleasant experience with Sandy. He hoped it would help his friend in keeping his mouth shut if he got to enjoy the fine piece of ass that was waiting at the other house. As Steven prepared to drive back home and collect his prize and her things, Tyler was just coming home. He saw that no one else was home and read Steven's note, crumpling it up and tossing it in the trash. He was more than a little angry still about his roommate's casual attitude towards Desiree and what had happened to him. He still felt humiliated by the whole thing, and he decided to pay Liandra a little visit without Steven around to supervise. He knew he couldn't fuck her, but he could certainly enjoy her in every other way he wanted. He felt the need to work off some frustration, and that sexy little bitch was just the way to do it. Tyler quickly found himself outside of Liandra's room, holding the key. Steven always made sure there was a spare in case of a fire or some other problem. 

Tyler unlocked the door, and stepped inside, immediately treated to the sight of Liandra lying back on the bed in her filmy negligee, her hair tangled about her and her breasts heaving. He knew Steven had given her her special ingredients again, and that she was incredibly aroused, and he smiled at her. She sat up, a bit surprised to see him, as she usually saw no one but Steven. She had only a vague recollection of who he was. 

"Hey Liandra," Tyler said hoarsely. "Thought I'd come visit you for a bit."

"Okay." She watched as he came over and sat down on the bed. She was instantly aware of how very male he was, and felt her veins thrumming with life and her body craving him.

"How's it going?" He looked her body up and down, enjoying the sight of her almost nude flesh, her nipples hard and enticing. 

"Fine, I guess. How about you?" Liandra wanted to reach out to him, to touch him in some way, but something was making her hesitate. 

"Not so good. My girlfriend was taken away from me, and I need some relief. I think only you can give it to me, Liandra." His voice was even more hoarse, as he reached out and touched her cheek, then plunged his hand down into the neckline of her barely there clothing. She gasped and seemed unsure of what to do, and Tyler pushed her back to the bed, squeezing her breast, enjoying the feel of her nipple pressing into his palm. 

Liandra moaned. Her body was well-trained enough by now to immediately respond to a sexual touch in the proper way, and her pussy flooded. Encouraged, and lust-filled by now, Tyler stood over her and ripped at the gown, pulling it from her and pawed at her firm breasts, kneading them and teasing her nipples. With a growl, he lowered his head to her nipples and began to sup on them, tasting her sweetness again. His fingers invaded her labia, pulling them apart and teasing her clit. He began finger fucking her, as he sucked and licked her nipples, making her cry out. 

"Oh, yeah, you like that don't you, bitch? You're so hot for cock, you don't care whose it is, do you? You little slut."

Tyler felt a surge of lust and power over this bit of fluff before him, and he twisted her nipples suddenly, making her squeal with pain and pleasure. His cock was rock hard and he wanted it inside her so badly he could scarcely stand it. He twisted her nipples again, then said, "Unzip my pants, whore." Moaning, Liandra reached up and did as she was told, wanting to feel his cock in her hands, in her mouth and especially in her tight pussy. She just knew it would feel exquisite. "Pull out my cock, you horny slut." Again, she obeyed, and he slapped her across the lips with it. "Suck it, and you better take it deep if you know what's good for you." In a moment, her lips slid over the mushroom head of his cock and he groaned and placed a hand on her head, pushing himself deep into her throat. She gagged slightly, but soon was used to him and began sliding her mouth up and down, her fingers caressing his balls and cupping them. He fucked her mouth hard and fast until he felt himself erupt in her throat. He stayed in her hot mouth until each drop of cum had disappeared into her throat and then he pulled out and pushed her back to the bed again.

"Let's see how you taste, bitch. I wanna lick that pussy of yours until you scream for mercy."

Tyler pushed her legs wide open and knelt between her thighs, lowering his mouth to her nether lips and licking. Liandra moaned in pleasure, then whimpered as he teased her with his tongue. He wasted no time in plunging his tongue into the tight depths of her pussy and pinched her nipples as he drank from her. She came in a screaming climax, flooding his mouth and bringing him to a full erection again. While she was still panting for breath, he moved on top of her and began sliding his cock up and down her dripping pussy lips, coating himself with her nectar. He couldn't help but think how easy it would be just to take her. One little slip and he'd be inside her, exploring the velvet folds that had never been touched by a cock before. If he wasn't so afraid of the Old Man and Steven as well, he would do it. He knew that if he took her cherry, he'd better find a place to hide very quickly. 




In Training Ch. 13



Tyler slid slowly up and down, looking into her glazed cobalt eyes. "Oh, honey, you want it inside you, don't you?'

"Yes, oh yes, please. . ." Liandra begged softly, thrusting her hips upward a little to encourage him.

"Little slut. Dirty whore. You just want a cock, any cock will do. Doesn't matter who, does it? You just want to be fucked." He let himself dip just slightly inside the entrance to paradise, and then wished he hadn't. So tempting. So easy. "You're nothing like my Des was. She wasn't easy like you. She was pure. You're just a tramp, getting it where you can." Tyler slapped her lightly across the face, letting himself dip just a bit more into her pussy. Liandra moaned hungrily in response. "Beg for it."

"Please. Please may I have your cock inside me? I want you. Please?"

"Not good enough. You'll have to beg harder and promise me you'll do whatever I want, no matter what it is."

"I will. I'll do whatever you want. I promise. I'm so horny. Please help me." Liandra felt as if she would go crazy with need if he didn't take her soon. She was so aroused, she didn't care anymore who this man was. She didn't care it wasn't Steven. She only knew what her body craved for the moment, and that was all that mattered. She tried thrusting her hips upward to draw him in even more, which earned her another light slap. 

"Foolish bitch. You're not in control. I am. I'll decide if you get fucked or not." Tyler paused, then grinned. "Come to think of it, I think the answer is. . ." He didn't get any farther, for Steven was suddenly in the room, yanking him off the bed and Liandra. 

"The answer is NOT, asshole. Get out."



In Training Ch. 14



Tyler blinked in surprise from the floor where he had landed, his hard cock dripping with pre-cum and slightly slick from Liandra's plentiful juices. Steven stood over him, glaring menacingly. Tyler held up his hands, palms facing towards the other man. "Listen, Steve-O, I'm sorry. I was just. . ." Steven was in no mood to listen and gave him a swift kick in the hip, making him grunt in pain.

"I know what you were 'just'. You think you can come in here and score some time for free with my property. I don't care what the fuck you've been through. You don't fuck with my property. If I offer her to you, it's one thing, but you should know better."

"I'm sorry. I really am. I miss Des and I needed relief."

"You won't be getting it here. Put your junk away and get out. You're not welcome here for awhile." Steven's voice was frigid and his eyes were dark with anger. "I'll let you know when. . .if. . .you can come back. Until then, stay out of my way, Ty." Tyler hurriedly stuffed his rapidly shrinking cock into his jeans and struggled to get up. He could hear Liandra moaning as she lay on the bed, still needing to be serviced and he knew that if Steven hadn't arrived, she would no longer be a virgin. He also knew that he would have been in more serious trouble than he cared to imagine if that had been the case. Without another word, he exited the room, shutting the door behind him. He had soon gathered some things and left the house, feeling certain that eventually Steven would invite him back. 

As soon as Tyler exited the room, Steven turned his attention to the nude figure on the bed. She was squirming with need, her pussy lips glistening with dew. She looked up at Steven with half-closed eyes, and reached for him. He was hard immediately, but knew he had to move her quickly. "Why aren't you dressed yet, slut? If you had been, then Tyler wouldn't have tried to take what's mine. You almost gave your cherry away, Liandra. I shall have to punish for that, when we get to our new home." He reached out and tweaked her nipples hard, making her shriek and squirm. Her body ached for sexual pleasure. "Your training is coming along nicely, little whore. You crave the pain and the sex now, don't you, kitten?"

"Oh, yes, Master. I'm sorry. I was bad. Forgive me. Love me." Liandra's voice was husky with need and longing. Her pussy throbbed and twitched, begging for something to take away the ache. She spread her thighs wide, trying to entice Steven between them, but instead heard the sound of his belt being drawn from its loops and then her pussy lips were suddenly stinging as he slapped them with it. She cried out and felt her body ready itself even more for sex. He slapped her cunt again, and then again, the third time holding her nether lips open and letting the belt kiss her clit. Her hips twisted and bucked on the bed, and Steven found himself laughing aloud at her response. He continued to spank her pussy and clit until he knew she was about to release, then he stopped suddenly.

"Don't you dare cum, Liandra, or your punishment when we get to our new home will be twice as bad. You're a dirty little slut and hungry for cock, and tonight you'll get plenty. Tonight the boys will play with you until they've tired of you for the moment. In fact, you'll be the pretty prize for our poker game tonight, as well." Steven grinned at that brilliant idea. He could charge whatever he wanted for the other men to play, and whoever won would win extra time with the girl to do what they wanted with her, as long as they didn't fuck her and didn't mark her. He watched her struggle to keep from giving in to her body's need, biting her lip and clenching her fists, but as soon as he twisted her nipples again, she could no longer control herself and came in a raging storm. He watched her, smirking with pleasure, thinking of just how much he was enjoying her training. 

Steven quickly dressed his slave and hurried her to the car, along with her things. He had no plans to return to this house anytime soon, as they would be safer at his other house. Turning to Liandra, he handed her a cup and had her drink what was in it. As they drove along, her eyelids drooped and she fell into a deep sleep. He could scarcely wait to start his business. He would have to get another couple of girls as well, he decided, as he drove. Unwilling ones would be best suited for his client's tastes. Virgins if at all possible, to make the possibilities of pleasure even more varied. It would be delicious, even more so than it already was. He had his prize filly with him, here in the car, but two more mares for the stable would be perfect. His cock grew rock hard at the thought of all of his girls bound and helpless as he moved from one to the other, sampling their wares. Taking one tight pussy after another, forcing them to kiss and touch each other, or suffer the consequences. Steven drove in a roundabout way to get to his hideaway. He didn't think they had been followed, but he wasn't taking any chances. 

Soon they were safely ensconced in the garage, and Steven took his unconscious prisoner of love to her new room. He laid her on the bed, fingering her as soon as she was free of his arms. He felt her stir slightly, and teased her pussy beneath the short skirt he had put on her. It barely covered her hips, and left nothing to the imagination. She moaned softly and he ran his hands over her bare belly, feeling the softness of her warm skin. He leaned in and kissed her deeply, pushing his leg between her thighs and parting them. Liandra moved her body against his leg, and he felt her nectar oozing through his jeans. So wet and ready. She was perfect. He kissed her again and unzipped his jeans, freeing his thick cock. Pushing up the hem of her skirt, he slid himself along her nether lips, enjoying the feel of her arousal coating him. Her eyelids were beginning to flutter softly, and he pushed her shirt up, freeing her pert breasts as well, exposing her to his gaze again. He took a nipple hungrily and slid along her slit again. His shaft ached to slide into her. He wanted to fuck her raw and spurt inside her. "So delicious," he murmured against her breast, supping on her again. Liandra was twisting beneath him, trying to allow the thick tool to slip inside her. He let it dip just inside her entrance, unconsciously mimicking what Tyler had done. He could feel her hungry cunt wanting to suck him in deep, offering pleasure galore, but again he reminded himself of her value and held back. 

Steven allowed himself several more minutes to play with his mouse, then he pulled back. Liandra's eyes were open now, and she was looking up at him adoringly, inviting him to take her. He gave her a wry smile and shook his head, tweaking a nipple with his teeth, and making her squeak. "You are too precious, my whorish angel. Your body was made for sin, and so it shall be used for such, but for now, you need to be punished for allowing another man to touch you today without my permission. Come along." He took her by the wrist and led her from the room, into the toy room. He stripped her of her clothes, feeling her responsive body tremble at each touch. He led her over to a device that was very strange in its appearance. It was a metal frame, that looked as if it could serve as a door frame, but was slightly wider than the norm. Chains with cuffs on the end hung from the top and at the bottom, short chains with cuffs were also attached. Liandra's wrists were quickly stretched above her head, exposing her delectable breasts quite nicely. Her legs were spread and her ankles fastened into the lower set of cuffs, parting her pussy lips and exposing her a bit. Now, Steven swung a small mechanical arm and positioned it between her thighs. A projection from this arm slid into her and rested against her clit. When the motor was turned on, the projection acted and felt like a tongue. The speed could be adjusted, so that the chosen person could experience long, slow 'licks' or quicker swipes. 

More cream was applied to Liandra's nipples and clit, and then Steven attached clamps to her nipples, kissing each one first as he fastened them. He activated the device and watched his plaything writhe in her bonds at the sensations it caused. Smiling at his naked prize, he went over and took out a small cat-o-nine tails, testing it against his palm first. Moving in front of Liandra and showing her the toy, he said "Now, my pretty slave, you have been quite bad, as you know. You allowed Tyler to put his hands, mouth and cock on and in you without my permission. What's more, you were begging for him to fuck you. That is not to happen again. I am the only one who can give you permission to fuck, and you are not allowed to give up your cherry yet. It is mine to do with as I please. Isn't that right, sweet whore?" He lightly brought the cat down across Liandra's naked breasts, making her gasp. He laughed softly and adjusted the motor on the device between her legs, then struck her again, a bit more firmly. Steven played with her in this manner for a very long time, changing the tempo on the small projection each time she seemed close to cumming. He intended to get her body so accustomed to cumming when the cat or whip were being applied, that if she heard the crack of one, she would instantly be wet.

Liandra was lost in what had become for her a normal state. The 'tongue' between her legs and the touch of her Master's toy were driving her crazy with need and longing. She had been very bad, she knew, but when Tyler had been touching her and kissing her, all she had been able to think about was having him inside her. She had wanted nothing more than to fuck and be fucked, and that was what she still wanted, only now by her Master. The sight of Steven and his commanding presence made her weak with desire. She loved that he was teaching her, and she hoped that she was learning well. Her body was becoming accustomed to the routine and it wouldn't be long before Steven would have to dose her very little to keep her in the same state she was in now. Had she been truly aware of what was happening to her, she would have been horrified, but as it stood, she felt as if everything were completely as it should be. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds and her bare breasts were tinged with rose from her Master's tool. She shivered and shook with need. 

For his part, Steven was so pleased with his little angel, that he continued to play with her. He could imagine her up on a stage, hearing the crack of a whip and dropping down to the floor, spreading her legs and opening herself up to be used. His cock was rock hard at the thought. He decided that would be one thing that would happen tonight. The men could pay to taste her pussy and fondle her tits. He might even decide to let some lucky bastard take her ass tonight, but he hadn't decided. He knew as soon as she was no longer a virgin, he would be plowing her all night. He struck her a final time with the cat and then moved over to her. She was trembling on the edge of orgasm, but had managed to hold herself back somehow. Her training was working, and he was pleased. He leaned in and began sucking her right nipple, finding it to be the more sensitive of the two. She was moaning and throwing her head back and forth, silently pleading. Steven just continued to suckle her, changing the tempo on his device to its slowest setting then revving it back up again. Her hips were bucking and she was scarcely able to control herself now. 

"You want to cum, don't you, my pretty?"

"Please, yes, Master. . .oh please. . .I'll do anything. . ."

"Well, yes, you will, but do you mean that literally?" 

"Yes, yes, I do!" Liandra was frantic.

"What if I decide to fuck your ass, little slut? Will you let me do that?" Steven reached around behind her and grabbed her ass. Liandra looked slightly frightened, but her body craved release too much. "You feel my thick cock pushing against your body, don't you, whore? It's very big. Just think how it would stretch your tight hole." He squeezed her cheeks with both hands now. "Would you like to feel me part your cheeks, and tap against your rosebud with the head of my dick, and then begin inching it into you?" He kissed her roughly, then pulled back. "You'd love it, wouldn't you? Such a dirty girl. Gonna take lots of cocks to satisfy you, but you'll have them soon enough."

"Master. . .I beg you. . ."

"What? You want me to fuck you, Liandra? Is that what your hot cunt wants? A piece of meat buried in it? You do, don't you. . .you want that."

"Yes, I want that." Liandra sounded almost robotic, repeating his words. 

"Soon, my pet. Soon you'll have all the cocks you can handle and then some. It'll be interesting to see how many you can take in one night when that time comes. For now though, you're still just my little plaything. . .my fucktoy."

Deciding he had better let her rest a bit before that night, Steven increased the device between Liandra's creamy thighs to the perfect speed and then he played with her nipple clamps and kissed her until finally he allowed her to cum. Her orgasm was so intense that when it was done she hung limply from her cuffs. She would have fallen had she not been held up by her wrists. Steven quickly stroked himself off, letting the hot seed fly all over Liandra's limp body, then he released her, and carried her to her room. He left her there to sleep for awhile with a note to shower when she awoke and get dressed in what he had laid out for her. He would come and get her later. He went up and made some dinner for his pet, dosing it with just the right amount of aphrodisiac. He wanted her so hot and horny that night that nothing would satisfy her completely. "Wait'll they get a load of Liandra," Steven murmured to himself as he prepared her meal. "She's so perfect and they'll be creaming their jeans before it's all said and done."



In Training Ch. 15



Liandra's eyes fluttered open and she stretched, cat-like, after her rest. Her head felt fuzzy again, but this had become the 'normal' state for her, so she thought nothing of it. She sat up, vaguely remembering that she was in a new place now. Looking around, she saw the room was clean and pleasant, with a lamp that gave off warm light sitting on the nightstand by her bed. The bed was very comfortable, king sized and with plush coverings, and her pillows were very soft and fluffy as well. She had a dresser that matched the night stand, both appearing to be hand carved, and made from cherry wood. They were polished to a high shine. The carpet on the floor was so thick she sank into it when she rose from the bed. It was a rose hue, and quite pretty. She had a small table with two chairs, also made from cherry wood, and she saw three closed doors. One she quickly discovered was her closet, and it was huge! She was amazed at the amount and different types of clothing she spotted inside. A light came on automatically when she opened the door, which made her giggle for some reason. Another door led into her private bathroom, which was tiled in Italian marble and held a sunken sauna tub, a glassed in separate shower, two sinks with a long counter between them connecting them, and a toilet that was discreetly in its own little room. There was a linen closet in the bathroom that contained a number of fluffy towels and washcloths, and the drawers in the cabinet between the sinks contained every type of makeup one could imagine, along with lotions, creams and soaps to make one smell and feel wonderful. She found a blow dryer and other hair implements in a cupboard beneath one of the sinks as well. She wandered back out into her bedroom and found that the third and final door was apparently the locked door of her room. 

Walking back over toward the bed, Liandra now noticed the note that Steven had left her. 

Darling,

I hope you had a nice rest. You certainly seemed to need it. I am so glad you weren't truly harmed by our escapade yesterday and I'm looking forward to tonight. When you awaken, go ahead and shower and get dressed for me. I've put the clothes I'd love for you to wear on a hook inside your bedroom closet door. Wear them and ONLY them. I'll see you soon, my love.

Steven

Liandra sighed happily and kissed the note, imagining his fingers touching it gently the way he touched her. How could any one girl ever get so lucky? She was definitely getting conditioned, as she gave no thought to the fact that she was a prisoner here, and could only leave the room by Steven's whim. All she saw was that he took great care of her and loved her. She opened the closet door again, to see what he had picked out for her to wear and found a deep blue velvet top with shear long sleeves and a short matching skirt, also of velvet. He had set some silver high heeled sandals decorated with small sapphires near the door and it was obvious they were meant to be worn with the outfit. Leaving the clothes hanging up, she moved into the bathroom and decided to soak in the tub, using some honeysuckle scented bubble bath she found. She slipped out of her clothes and watched the tub slowly fill, enjoying the slight draft of warm air on her naked flesh. Someone else was enjoying her naked flesh as well, for Steven had cameras installed everywhere in the house, but so discreetly that unless one knew they were there, one would never find them. He watched the girl take off her clothes and admired her taut and sexy body as she waited for her bath. "Oh yes, pretty pet, you will be one hot ticket tonight..." His cock grew as he watched her, imagining how his friends were going to enjoy her that evening. He knew he was going to need to set up an auction soon, for he was growing impatient to have her pussy. He would decide after tonight when the time would be right and get it arranged. He hoped to acquire a couple more fillies by that time as well, so he could make extra money off of their virginity as well. 

Unaware that she was being observed, Liandra slid into the warm water and let the bubbles surround her. She hummed to herself, using a bath pouf on every inch of her radiant skin. Her own fingers on her body felt very good and she found herself getting aroused just from her bath. She ran her fingers slowly around each nipple, teasing them, and gasped a bit. Watching her on camera, Steven pulled his cock out of his jeans and began idly stroking himself, grinning. He would be interested to see if she would bring herself to orgasm or stop before that event as she should. Her right hand slid below the water, out of sight, and then he knew she was touching herself by the look on her face and the movements she was making. Her lips were parted slightly, and she licked them periodically. She teased her nipples, pulling at them and pinching them, moaning aloud. He could imagine her thumb sliding over her slick clit, pleasing her slowly and inching her closer and closer to the edge. He stroked harder and faster watching her do the same. Her breath was coming in quick gasps now, and he knew she was close to release. He certainly was, feeling his balls tighten in anticipation of letting go. She was thrashing her head back against the tub, moving it back and forth, and her face was contracting. She bit her lip, teeth digging in slightly, then she appeared to scream. He had not turned the sound on to the cameras, so all this was happening in silence. At the sight of her face, Steven gushed forth with his own orgasm, cum spurting in thick streams over his hand and down the fly of his jeans. By the time he looked back to Liandra, she was lying back against the side of the tub, smiling slightly, her hair curling about her face. He grinned back, nodding a little. He would wait until she had eaten and was completely under his control again before he punished her for her 'indiscretion'. He didn't want her lucid mind knowing anything more than she had to, and he knew when she was drugged she wouldn't question how he could know what she had done. 

Liandra felt wonderfully satisfied for the moment, as she finished her bath. She took care of all her personal grooming needs, got in the shower to wash her long thick hair, then blew it dry. It fell in shining curtain around her head when she was done. She applied a light bit of makeup, just enough to enhance her eyes and lips, but nothing overly heavy, and then went to get dressed. The clothes Steven had selected for her were very tight and very short. The velvet band of the top ended just below her breasts, and the neckline was plunging, showing off quite a bit of her cleavage. The skirt ended just below her hips. He had not put any undergarments out for her, so she didn't put any on, although she wondered about it, but he had specified she was to wear only what he chose for her. Just as she was slipping into her shoes, she heard her door open and Steven came in, smiling and bearing her dinner tray. She smiled brightly at him, her eyes shining with love, and moved toward him. "Let me just set this down, darling," he said, "And then I'll give you a proper greeting." Placing the tray on the table, he turned back to her. "You look stunning, Liandra!" He took her in his arms, enjoying the fresh scent of her hair and the way she melted into him. Her body felt wonderful against his own, and he wanted her immediately. 

"I'm so glad to see you, Steven!" Liandra hugged him again, and he bent and kissed her tenderly, his lips moving gently over hers. He felt her draw a deep breath against his lips and couldn't resist deepening the kiss, wanting her to crave more. She moaned slightly, pressing into him and he cupped her ass, pulling her against his crotch, letting her feel how hard he was for her. He felt her hands moving over his back, caressing and holding him tightly. When he pulled back, her face was flushed and her lips were puffy. "Oh, darling, I want you so much...." Her voice was soft and her eyes were pleading. 

"I know. Soon, hopefully, we can be together. For now, I want you to eat. I brought you some chicken parmegian for you, and some delicious new potatoes. Come on and eat."

The food did smell very good and Liandra found she was quite hungry, so in no time, she had partaken of her meal while they talked of inconsequential things. He assured her that so far no one had an inkling of where they were, which relieved her considerably. He pretended the same relief, but in reality, he had known it would be that way. Once again, he was glad he had not revealed the location of this house to anyone, not even his closest friends. He glanced at his watch, and saw it was getting close to time to go get his friends. He looked over at his pretty plaything who was beginning to get the familiar dazed look in her eyes. She looked back at him adoringly. He gave her a stern look and her gaze faltered.

"Liandra, my sweet slut, you've been naughty today, haven't you?"

"N. . .naughty? I don't think so. . ."

"No? Not at all? Perhaps you should think carefully before you answer your Master." He rose from his chair and walked toward her, holding her eyes with his own the entire time. A puzzled expression clouded her face as she struggled to make her jumbled brain work. 

"Let's see . . .I got a bath, like you told me. . .got dressed. . .and then you were here. . ."

"Didn't you do SOMETHING, while you were in the bath?" Steven was now standing behind her, and he let his hands rest lightly on her shoulders. "Didn't your hands. . .wander a bit?" He felt her tense suddenly.

"Oh. . .oh that. Well, yes, but. . ."

He gripped Liandra's shoulders very tightly suddenly, making her wince in pain. "Your tits, your pussy and your ass do not belong to you, girl. Do you understand that?" He gripped harder, pushing down on her, making her yelp. "They are MINE. You will not touch them in any way, except to cleanse yourself, unless I give you permission to do so first. Do you understand me?"

Liandra was trembling beneath his grip, frightened out of her wits. "Y. . .y. . .yes, Master. I do understand. I do. I'm sorry. I'll never do it again."

Grinning to himself, Steven bore down on her shoulders again. "That's right, you won't, slut. If you do, the consequences will be more than you ever want to find out." He let go of her shoulders and plunged his hands into her neckline, surprising a shriek out of her as he grabbed her nipples and twisted. Just as quickly, he yanked his hands out and moved over to the drawer where he had stowed his jar of cream for her nipples and clit. "Lay on the bed."

Liandra scrambled out of her chair and rushed over to do as she was told. "Spread wide." She did so, then gasped as he rubbed a large dollop of the cream into her clit. It was about twice what he normally used on her. She was going to be in hell tonight, and he was going to enjoy every minute of it. "Lift your top." She pushed it up and he rubbed a large glob of the cream into each nipple, then put the jar away. He stood looking down at her, watching as the cream began to do its dirty work. She was squirming about on the bed, aching to touch herself or have him touch her, but she dared not ask. He looked down at her, enjoying her discomfort. 

"What's the matter, my sweet slut? You need something?" His tone was mocking. Leaning over, he blew lightly on each nipple, making her need increase twofold. "You want something?" He blew again. "So sweet and delectable when you're like this. In pain and need. Needing a cock or a tongue or a finger so very badly. " She was making mewling noises, reaching towards him with her hands in supplication. He grinned. "Get up girl. I need to put something on you for tonight, and then I have to go get our guests." Reaching into his pocket, he drew out a blue velvet choker with an inscribed silver plate. Liandra had managed to get to her feet somehow and she watched him, puzzled. He moved towards her and bade her to lift her hair. Doing as she was told, she felt him slip the band around her slender throat and then she felt the click of a tiny lock on the back of her neck. He moved back. "Lift your head, Liandra, I want to see how it looks." She did so, her fingers going up to touch the piece of jewelry. "Perfect." He took her hand and led her over to the mirror on top of the dresser, moving to stand behind her. She saw how the choker matched her outfit perfectly. The inscription was backwards in the mirror, and she tried to make it out, but it was written in script and she was having a hard time. "It says 'slut'." He looked into her eyes in the mirror. "I've collared you, Liandra, and that means you are mine. Body and soul. You will do nothing without my approval. You will go nowhere without my say. You will ask my permission for everything you do from this point forward, do you understand?" Slowly, she nodded, looking almost hypnotized. "The collar is locked on you and I have the only key. I am the only one who can remove it from you."

Steven moved away from her, and picked up the tray. "I want you to come with me." He walked out of the room, followed by a very uncomfortable Liandra, as the cream was doing vile things to her. He moved down the hallway to the room with all the toys. "Come in here. Move over to the shackles." She did as she was told, trembling. He fastened her wrists above her head and her ankles so that her legs were spread. Stepping back, he took a look at her. Satisfied at the way she was presented, he nodded. "Now, my sweet, I am leaving. I am going to get our guests who shall enjoy your charms tonight. We will see you when we return." He stepped back towards his prize and kissed her deeply, letting his tongue fill her mouth. He pressed his crotch into her, and let his hands wander down over her breasts and then beneath her skirt. She was moaning again when he stopped. "We shall return before too long. In the meantime, imagine all the cocks and hands and mouths that will be on your whore's body before the night is done...." Turning his back on her, he exited the room. She could scarcely believe he'd truly left at first, then after several moments when he did not reappear, she realized that he had left. She began to feel frightened. What if a fire broke out? She wouldn't be able to escape. What if someone broke in? She'd be helpless. Horrible scenarios ran through her brain, each one more frightening than the last, enhanced by the drugs he was giving her. She began to weep softly, her head hanging, her hair falling like a curtain around her. 

Steven whistled to himself as he headed out. This should be a fun and profitable evening for him. He knew his friends were excited to have a bit of time with the hot piece of tail he'd been keeping. Tyler wouldn't be joining them that night, but his friends and former roommates Jimmy, Mark and Thomas would, as well as new guy they had met by the name of Robert. Robert also brought a prize to the group, for he had a beautiful 18 year old step sister who was a virgin and he lusted after her. After hearing about Steven's 'stable to be', he had said he'd be happy to help Steven snare his sister, Kelsey. Steven smiled to himself, remembering the description he'd been given of the girl. She was said to be petite, around five foot three, with a figure to match, red hair, green eyes and the pale complexion of a true redhead. He could hardly wait to see the photo that Robert was supposed to be bringing tonight to this little shindig of his. Before leaving, he checked to make sure the windows on the van were solidly covered, so that no one would be able to determine the route. He would stop pick up the man he had hired to be his 'bouncer' as well before he picked up his friends. He was soon at the man's house. He took out a cell phone and punched in a number, and when the phone was answered, he said "Come outside. It's time." In a few moments, a large man came strolling over to the van, and climbed into the passenger seat. He was at least six foot three inches, built of solid muscle and had a shaved head and cold dark eyes. "Put this on." Steven handed him a blindfold and the man did as he was told without a word., then sat back in the seat, with his hands resting lightly on his massive thighs. It was obvious he was relaxed but at the same time, should trouble arise, he would be on it in a moment. The large man was clad from head to toe in black. He had a large scar running down his right cheek. He was definitely not someone you'd want to run into in a dark alley. The only name he had given Steven was Dieter. He would be paid in cash, so Steven didn't really need more information than that. 

Steven drove to where his friends and the new gentleman were waiting for him, just outside of one of the Starbucks in town. They climbed into the van and were immediately instructed to sit in the back, two in the very last seat and two in the seat ahead of that one. Steven had them show him their cash, and count it out for him, even though he trusted them. Satisfied, he pressed a button on the dashboard and a specially installed piece of black plexiglass slid across the van, blocking the view from the windshield from his passenger's gazes. He then began driving toward his Palace of Pleasures, taking a round about way so that no one would be able to find them and to confuse his passengers. He had had a microphone installed in the van also, so that he could hear every word of any conversation that went on in the van, but they would not hear him unless he wanted them to. He slipped an earbud into one ear and clicked the sound on, glancing over at Dieter, who had not yet moved. As he drove, he listened to his friends talking about how great the night would be and how much they were looking forward to what was to come. He grinned as he listened to the other three assuring Robert that Liandra was worth whatever Steven asked for, even if they didn't get to actually fuck her. At last, he drove into the long driveway and around to the garage entrance, stopping to punch in the numbers that would open the door, then driving the large van inside. Once the door had closed again, he removed his earpiece, turned off the sound, and spoke to Dieter, telling him to remove his blindfold. The big man did so, waiting beside the door leading into the playrooms. Steven opened the plexiglass and smiled at the other men. "Gentlemen, we have arrived. Ready for some fun?"



In Training Ch. 16



The men gave Steven eager, lascivious grins, and Mark rubbed his hands together. "Bring it on, buddy!" he said enthusiastically, and the others chuckled. Smiling, Steven ushered them out of their seats and up the steps to the door. Dieter stepped inside and waited, unsmiling, as they passed him. He then moved to the elevator, pressing the button that allowed the door to open. They moved inside, Steven at the rear, so he could stand in the front of the car. Dieter would follow them shortly, waiting for them in a small office equipped with cameras, so he could keep an eye out for any trouble that might occur. Steven wasn't anticipating any with tonight's party, since he knew all of them very well, except for Robert, but one never knew. He intended to have 'muscle' at every party, and how much would depend on the size of the party. Tonight only one brute would be needed if at all. 

Once the elevator door opened again, Steven led them out and down the hallway, to the kitchen/bar area, where there were several sofas. He wanted to speak with them first, as it still had to be decided what order the men would be allowed to play with Liandra. They were all paying the same rate, so money would not be the deciding factor. Robert had a slight advantage, since he was possibly bringing a new prize for Steven to use, but since he had not even seen a photo of the girl yet, it was a slim advantage. The others were on even ground, so Steven had decided they would draw cards from a deck, and whoever had the highest would go first, and then so on. While one was using the girl, the others could amuse themselves here with porn or regular movies, or could play pool or poker, until their turn came. 

Once the men were all seated, Steven pulled out an unopened deck of cards, and as he proceeded to break the seal, he reminded them of a few rules. "You all know you are allowed to do anything you like with my little fuck toy, except you may not mark her in any way or break anything, and if you take her cherry, you're going to wish you'd never been born." He looked each of them square in the eye, his face impassive. "All of you except Robert, perhaps, know that I'm not joking about this. She's going to bring a huge sum when I auction off that tight pussy, and if any of you screw it up, not only are you going to pay financially, you are going to watch while you family and friends get royally fucked up, and your life gets ruined. So, are we clear? You don't fuck her pussy or her ass, and you don't leave marks. Everything else is fair game."

Robert raised an eyebrow. "So, let me get this straight. . .you don't care how much we hurt her as long as we don't mark her or break any bones?"

"I don't care in the least. I just want her in shape to perform whenever I need her to, and if she's marked or has to heal from an injury, that takes money away from me."

"Fair enough." A very frightening smile appeared on Robert's lips and he rubbed his hands together. "This should be even more fun than I'd hoped."

No one else seemed to have any questions or comments, so Steven shuffled and dealt the cards to each of the men. "Let's see what you have." They all showed their cards. Jimmy held the Ace of spades, Mark had the Jack of diamonds, Thomas had gotten the ten of diamonds, and Robert held the five of hearts. Steven took the cards back, turned to Jimmy and said "You're up first, my friend. She's in the playroom right now. Where do you want her?" 

Jimmy thought about it and said "Let me start out there, then I may move her to the pool room."

Steven unlocked the door to the playroom for Jimmy, and gave him the key to the girl's shackles. He opened the door to the pool table room as well, and then said "Have fun. When you're done, put her back in the shackles and rejoin us." He then went back to the others, intending to see if Robert had brought the photo of his sister as promised. None of the men would leave the room until it was their turn for Liandra, as another rule was complete privacy for a client. Once Steven acquired other girls, he would probably have parties almost nightly, using different girls at different times. Jimmy paused a moment before he opened the door to the playroom, He was eager and excited to get his hands and various other body parts on the girl. His cock was throbbing with need. He heard no sound from inside the room, so he quietly opened the door. The sight of Liandra chained to the wall in her very attractive barely there clothing and looking so helpless drove him wild. He stepped into the room and closed the door, approaching her slowly, his feet making no sound on the hard floor. He was standing in front of her before he spoke. Her long curtain of hair obscured her lovely face and she seemed as if she might be unconscious. "Liandra?" His voice was soft, but firm. She raised her head slightly at the sound of his voice, but did not meet his eyes. Her hair was still obscuring her face from his sight. A bit impatient, he moved forward and caught her hair, pulling her head up, forcing her eyes to his. Her face was pale and there were tear stains marking her lovely face. Her eyes looked a bit dazed and she blinked. He pushed her hair out of her face, looking her over once more. "Well, don't you look good enough to eat?" He grinned at her, licking his lips. Liandra shivered slightly at the sight of his tongue, for it made her tingle, to think of that organ moving over her bare skin. Jimmy moved closer, pressing his body into hers, letting her feel his hard on pushing against her pelvis. She moaned slightly and shifted her hips. He laughed, and pushed against her again. "You're hungry for cock, aren't you, whore?" 

Jimmy moved his hands to her hips and ran them up and down over her skirt. He leaned in and nibbled at her ear, letting his tongue explore it slightly, his warm breath brushing her skin. Letting his lips slide to the side of her throat, just above the collar, he continued to stroke her outer thighs, moving his hands down past the hem of the short skirt, and then back up again. Liandra was moaning and writhing against him, begging wordlessly for more. "Hungry little slut," he murmured admiringly, letting his hands explore beneath the cloth of the skirt now, fingers stroking her bare skin. "No under things in the way...very nice...." He slid his hands around to cup her ass, kneading the cheeks firmly, then took her mouth with his own. The kiss was deep and took her breath away. His tongue pushed inside her mouth, exploring every inch, sliding against hers and pressing it down. Continuing to kiss her, he slid his hands between their bodies, letting his right hand move between her moist thighs, to dip a finger into the wet slit that awaited him. His left hand moved up to cup a breast, his thumb stroking over the nipple through the fabric of the blouse. She was sopping and he felt his cock grow harder by the second. He needed it inside her, in some fashion. Caressing her breast roughly, he took his hand from between her thighs, feeling her whimper into his mouth as he did so. He unzipped his fly and pulled his dick out, then pushed her skirt up around her waist, baring her. Positioning himself, he slid his cock between her pussy lips, fingering her at the same time. Pulling back from her mouth, he said softly "Don't you dare cum you precious slut, until I do. If you do, you'll pay dearly." 

Liandra was frantic with her need to cum, but she knew an order when she heard one, and that she must obey. She willed her hungry body to stay in control, no matter how wonderful what he was doing to her felt. She cried out when he pinched her clit, and again when he sucked her nipples through her blouse, but she managed to keep control. Jimmy loved the power he had over her. It inflamed him and he wanted her more than ever. Knowing what would happen if he took her cherry, he settled for unlocking her wrists from the wall and having her bend over forward until her mouth encircled his hardness and he shoved himself into her throat. She gagged for a moment, but then took him, moaning loudly as he fucked her mouth as hard as he could. "Oh yeah, you like that, don't you sweet whore? Use that mouth...suck it deep, baby." Her mouth was definitely talented and Jimmy could feel his balls tightening. "Use your tongue," he commanded and Liandra complied as best she could, massaging his shaft. She felt as if she would fall forward if he moved away, and she began to feel light headed from her position. He grabbed her head and continued to use her mouth until finally thick ropes of seed spurted down her throat. He groaned as he emptied his balls into the warm wetness of her mouth, and she managed to gulp down every drop. Once the throbbing of his cock stopped, he pulled out of her mouth, releasing her head and she slumped forward, off balance, her palms slapping the floor. He watched her for a moment, grinning, as he caught his breath. "Wow...you are one hot little piece of ass." Leaving his dick hanging out of his fly, Jimmy caught her by the shoulders and stood her up again, taking her mouth with his own, tasting himself on her lips and tongue. He felt himself begin to rise slightly again. She wobbled a bit in his arms, her eyes closed, her breathing rapid. Shoving her against the wall, he bent down and unlocked the shackles from her ankles and then jerked her against him. 

The feel of his hard body against her own made Liandra even more horny. Jimmy cupped her ass, drawing her to him fully this time, and instinctively she wrapped a leg around him, opening herself for him to use. "So tempting...." he growled, burying his mouth in her throat again. Her skirt was still scrunched around her waist, and he began to slide his rapidly hardening member against her nether lips again, slipping between them. "So fucking wet...." He let himself slip inside her just a tiny bit, and she moved her hips in response. "Oh you want it bad, don't you, bitch?"

"Please....please....yes....please..." Liandra squirmed, trying to get him deeper inside her, and he let her for her several seconds, until he felt he had slipped too far inside and then he pulled back. The girl let out a moaning cry and tried to re-position herself to be fucked. Jimmy shook his head and laughed, pushing her back again. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the room and into the other room with the pool tables. Taking over to one of them, he shoved her against it, then turned her around, so that her pert bottom was facing him. He ran his hands over the smooth skin there, enjoying the feel of her flesh beneath his palms. He gave her a light smack on her right ass cheek and she squeaked a bit. He did the same to the left and got the same response. He busied himself for several minutes with spanking her, listening to her little cries of pained pleasure, and enjoying the fact that she still needed to cum, and that he hadn't let her yet. He glanced around and grinned, moving away from her for a moment. Stepping to the wall, Jimmy took down a pool cue, and brought it back to the table. He pulled her hips back, and pushed the cue between Liandra's thighs and the table, positioning it against her clit, then began spanking her again. As she squirmed about, the cue stimulated her already over sensitive clit. She was nearing an orgasm quickly, and there wasn't much she would be able to do about it, and the man knew it. 

"Beg to cum, Liandra."

"Please, please may I cum?"

"How do you ask, you bitch?" He spanked her a tiny bit harder.

"Oh god....please.....please Sir....please may I cum?" 

"No. Not yet." To the sound of her whimpers, he removed the cue and flipped her over, throwing her back on the table. "Spread your legs as wide as you can, slut, and push your top up." She immediately did as she was told, baring her beautiful breasts, the nipples so hard and jutting, begging for attention. Jimmy pulled her to the edge of the table and slid himself between her glistening pussy lips again, letting her feel every inch of his hardness caressing her. He pinched her nipples and then sucked each one long and hard, licking them afterwards, still moving against her. 

"Please, dear god....I need it so...." Her hips were moving of their own volition, she was so close to going over the edge. 

"Will you do anything to be able to cum, my dear? Anything at all?"

"Oh yes.....yes, anything....please...."

"Will you accept me as Master, and forget Steven?" He had no intention of even attempting this but he wanted to toy with her, knowing Steven would be watching.

"Not that, oh please...."

"But you want to cum, don't you Liandra? So badly....so close...."

"Yes, I do...but....oh god...." He slid against her harder, tweaking her nipples again. "Yes, yes...I will...whatever you say.....you can be my Master....anything...."

"Oh, you are a disloyal little slut, aren't you? Steven won't like this. Not at all." Jimmy stopped moving, leaving her on the edge. "I don't think disloyal little sluts should get to cum. No, Liandra, you belong to him. I'm not going to allow you to have your pleasure now. Get up."

Stunned, the girl stared up at him, uncomprehending at first. Her body was trembling and aching from its need, but now she would not have her release. Jimmy pulled her to her feet and now she was now being led back into the other room, and barely felt him shackling her back in place again. Jimmy stroked himself to full rigidity and continued to stroke himself until he shot hot seed all over her face. He grabbed a towel hanging nearby and cleaned himself, then wiped off her face. She scarcely heard Jimmy speaking to her as he stepped back from cleaning her up.

"Thank you for the lovely time, little whore. Your body is quite fun to play with and you are a very good fuck, even without actually fucking you. . . yet. I look forward to the day that I can do that. After Steven sells off that pretty pussy, then I intend to have you many times." He took her mouth with his one last time. then pulled her clothes back into place, and gave her a mocking bow. "I'll leave you to your thoughts, until your next partner comes in." Whistling, he left the room without look back. 

Her thoughts were in a jumble. She had been disobedient. Suddenly she was horrified. What would her beloved Steven think now? What would he do to her?