3 comments/ 47920 views/ 12 favorites Silenced Ch. 01 By: allicat48 Alli idly twirled a strand of her sleek ebony hair around her finger, racking her brain for ideas on her Thesis paper. Prospective ideas and plans streamed through her mind like a movie on fast-forward, and Alli was slowly making the connections before a high pitched voice interrupted her train of thought. "Alli! I have the PERFECT idea! You want to finish researching drugs in America, well talk to an actual drug dealer so that the research is more original!" Sarah beamed at Alli, confident in her idea. By no means was Sarah a graduate student like Alli, in fact Sarah was a former drug addict that Alli had been interviewing for her Thesis. "That sounds a bit dangerous, Sarah.." Alli drawled, white teeth nibbling down on her carefully glossed lower lip. However, Sarah did have a point, most grad students didn't have the balls to actually immerse themselves in drug culture and merely cultivated ideas from books and articles. "And even if I did, I wouldn't know where to find any.. At least not the big ones." Alli continued on, thoughtful eyes drifting from Sarah's scar embedded face. Sarah's normal smiling face was briefly twinged by guilt, but unnoticed by Alli. "I know this one drug dealer.. He's the biggest supplier in Houston for straight coke, and I can bring you to him..." Sarah's girlish voice trailed on, becoming slightly meeker. Alli's eyes suspiciously narrowed on Sarah's healthy face before softening her gaze, knowing that Sarah had left that life behind. "Is it safe to just question one of the wealthiest and renown drug dealers in all of Texas?" Alli asked with her normal skepticism, nervousness but curiosity boiling inside of her. Sarah's cheerful facade fully returned, any guilt she was once feeling was fully masked. "Of course! This man is quite the socialite, you have nothing to worry about, promise! I'll set everything up for you, and I'll call you with the details.." Sarah stood up and leaned over to kiss Alli on the cheek, skipping out of Alli's small student apartment. "Talk to you soon!" Alli chimed after Sarah, but the door was already shut. --- Sarah walked a few blocks from Alli's apartment where she was met by a black limo, without hesitating Sarah slid in the backseat. It took all of Sarah's will to not scowl at the two large men that sat on either end of the limo, Sarah had been working for the damned prick for nearly five years and he still didn't trust her enough to meet her without bodyguards. "Afternoon, Sarah.." A deep masculine voice rumbled, an inviting smile playing on his normally stern mouth. Sarah involuntarily shivered as her attention was brought to Alexander, the young Russian playboy of the drug world. "Afternoon, sir." Sarah spoke curtly, disliking the formalities. "Report?" Alexander's kind voice was quickly replaced by firmness. Sarah hesitated for a moment, she was about to sellout the one person in her fucked up life that actually showed her an ounce of genuine kindness. Alexander was a cruel bastard, but he had helped her off the drugs Sarah was once hooked on and gave her a job as an informant. Sarah knew that if Alexander hadn't stepped in her life that she'd still be working the streets just to get her fix. However, Alexander never showed kindness without a price, she was now forever in debt to him and Sarah could never forget that. Clearing her voice, Sarah continued on, achingly reluctant to betray the sweet Alli. "Alli is still writing her thesis on drug culture in Texas.. She has already named several Houston police officers that you have paid off for legal protection, but she isn't aware they are directly connected to you." Sarah tacked on the last bit in hopes to earn Alli some mercy. "Alli has also named several politicians in her thesis that both buy from you and protect your business from prosecution and investigation." Sarah's voice became softer as she noticed Alexander's visible anger. Sarah knew Alexander was young, but he worked tirelessly to build up his drug empire and Alli threatened everything he had worked for if her thesis were to be published. Frustration nearly boiling over, Alexander straightened his tie, smoothing it down his defined chest. "I imagine you have made the arrangements.." It wasn't a question. "I have.. But, Alexander.. Alli is a good person, she's naive and isn't aware what she's meddling in.." Sarah's voice trailed off when Alexander's smoldering gaze devoured Sarah's words. The lush black limo stopped in front of Sarah's high rise condos, the magnificent structure bordering the gulf. "Don't forget who you work for, Sarah." Alexander spoke pleasantly, but his words were an unmistakable threat. Nodding, Sarah stepped out of the limo and walked to the gates of the condo that Alexander bought for her in full. No matter how guilty Sarah felt, she owed everything to the drug lord. ---- Alexander flipped out his Blackberry once Sarah had left and conducted some research of his own. Google was a miraculous thing. Having found Alli on several social networking websites, it was difficult for Alexander to gauge exactly how to muzzle the fuckin' spy. However, he hadn't anticipated that the little bookworm would be such a looker. That could definitely be used to his advantage.. Rapid Russian filled the limo as Alexander rehearsed the plan to his two most trusted bodyguards. Both bulky men remained expressionless but attentive as Alexander streamed out the orders, the boss's face relentlessly cruel. The little bitch isn't going to tear down the business Alexander spent nearly all of his life building. ---- The familiar clacking of Alli's laptop permeated through her tiny apartment, working feverishly on her Thesis, adding in some more research to some bare paragraphs. Sprawled out on her twin bed with her laptop at the foot of the bed, Alli was already in her pajamas even though the sun had just set. Wearing nothing but a tight black tank-top and hip hugging pajama shorts that hardly concealed the curve of her pert ass, Alli still had the window cracked. Texas heat was vicious at this time of the year. Pausing for a moment, Alli minimized her Word document and pulled up the erotica she had been reading, eyes scanning the crude words. Rubbing a hand above her cleavage, her thoughts trailed off to the brutal male character of the erotica, wishing that her life had been filled with the same excitement as these enthralling characters. Sex, scandal, and revenge. Alli's life was anything but, her life consisted of work, research, and school without much in-between. Sighing in frustration for becoming so distracted, she pulled back up her Word document and continued on paraphrasing some interesting research she pulled up from an online article. Before Alli could even begin typing, the startling ring of her phone grasped her attention. Hopping out of bed, she padded over to the end of her room and picked up the phone from the receiver. "Hello?" "Alli! Hi there!" Sarah's squeaky voice was unmistakable. "Ooh, hey Sarah! How are you?" Sarah hesitated, which was odd because she normally talked a mile a minute. "I'm well! I set up that appointment you wanted me to make. I'll pick you up tomorrow at noon, sweetie." "Well, Sarah.. I was thinking-" Sarah cut Alli off before she could vocalize her second thoughts. "I'll see you tomorrow, Alli! Don't worry, it's perfectly safe!" The line went dead before Alli could rebut. Wanting to groan out, Alli knew that this was probably a sign she should go through with this. Always living life on the safe side, she needed a serious change of pace for once and this research could be extremely beneficial. Deciding that she wouldn't back out at the last minute like she usually did when she was skeptical, Alli returned to her erotica, getting lost in her fantasies. --- Sarah promptly arrived at Alli's apartment, the steady ache in her chest practically throbbing from guilt. Considering walking away, Sarah knew that if she turned her back on Alexander and the family that she would be hunted down and killed. Swallowing her guilt, Sarah plastered on a smile and knocked heavily on Alli's poorly painted door. Hearing the click of Alli's shoes, Sarah beamed up at her friend as she opened the door. If Alli were nervous, she did a hell of a job of masking it. Alli's young face was warm and inviting, high cheek bones accenting the slight flush of her normally porcelain skin. Sleek black hair tumbled down Alli's curved back, which was a nice contrast to her tightly fitted silken scarlet blouse. Red, always the color of power. Form fitting black pants nicely clung to her plump ass, emphasizing her endlessly long legs. It looked as though Alli were going to a job interview, not a meeting with a viscous drug lord. Sarah greeted Alli as normal with a hug, squeezing Alli a bit tighter than usual, wishing she could hold on to her one true friend forever. Laughing at the extra affectionate Sarah, Alli pulled back and smiled kindly. "Good afternoon to you too, Sarah. All ready?" Nodding, Sarah remained silent in fear that her voice would crack and merely led Alli to her Pontiac GTO, eyes lowered in shame. ---- As soon as Sarah's car peeled out of site, one of Alexander's most precise bodyguards, Christoffel walked a few blocks from his car to Alli's apartment. Christoffel was incredibly bulky, the hard contours of his muscles straining against his Underarmour, his black jeans uncomfortable tight on his marble thighs. However, his task this afternoon required no strength at all. Fluidly walking up the stairs to Alli's empty apartment, Christoffel simply swiped the lock and stalked into the tiny apartment, making Christoffel look like a hulk in a doll house. Pulling out a linen bag, Christoffel began collecting Alli's laptop, hard drives, floppy discs, flash drives, Ipods, and everything else Alli could store files on. The spacious bag was nearly full before Christoffel retreated from the now emptier apartment, taking the devices with him for the boss to inspect, wanting to find out just how much the little cunt knew, and how the fuck she found out. After Alexander was done, Alli's possessions be destroyed just like Alexander intended on making Alli his possession. ----- Alli couldn't believe how silent the car ride was with Sarah, normally the little chatterbox talked Alli's ear off. Looking thoughtfully at Sarah's scarred face nicely bordered by mousy brown hair, Alli had always wondered where the woman's scars had came from. Sarah would have been perfect aesthetically if it weren't for those deeply carved scars marking her sweet face. Anger boiled up inside of Alli, she always had wanted to be left alone in the room with Sarah's attacker to bring some well deserved justice. "I love you, Alli." The trembling words poured from Sarah's pretty pink mouth. Tearing away from her thoughts, Alli stared at Sarah with a confused smile. It was probably difficult for Sarah to contact those who had once played a role in her unraveling. Alli was appreciative that Sarah went to such lengths to help support her research, and it warmed her heart that Sarah could still be so openly affectionate after everything terrible she's had to endure in the past. "I love you too, girl. If you're nervous, I can go in alone." Alli offered earnestly. Sarah forced a smile to her face and blinked away any tears that happened to be obscuring her pretty blue eyes. Stopping the car, Sarah turned to Alli and nodded with pseudo excitement. "We're here." Alli ripped her gaze from Sarah's glittering eyes and turned to the structure where they had stopped. Gasping, hazel eyes widened as Alli took in the beautiful Russian architecture, candy painted domes topping the cylinder rooms protruding from the castle-esque mansion. Unbuckling her seatbelt, Alli slid from the car and allowed her legs to carry her to the gorgeous structure, having the childish urge to run her hands over the beautifully painted structure. Forcing her gaze to leave the magnificent architecture, Alli looked over her shoulder to Sarah, who still happened to be firmly seated inside the car. "I'll meet you in soon, Alli. I need to make a quick errand." Sarah announced, lingering for a moment before putting her car in drive and riding off. Heart pounding out of her chest, Alli dipped her hand inside of her purse and turned her voice recorder on, not wanting to forget a word of conversation. Walking up the winding pathway leading to the front door, Alli wanted to linger and absorb the beauty of the colorful garden. However, she wasn't going to delay the encounter, it probably wasn't good to keep a drug mogul waiting. Reaching the rich mahogany door, Alli pressed the button on the intercom, expecting a voice to emit immediately. Instead, the heavy door swung open and a ridiculously tall, well muscled man stood in front of her wearing a nicely tailored black Armani suit. "Are you.." Alli began to drawl out the words. "I'm one of the many guards. Come in." The voice was gruff and dripping with a Russian accent. Swallowing nervously, Alli stepped inside, and nearly gasped out again, the interior of the house was nothing less than culturally extravagant. It must be furnished with some of the most exquisite imports from around the world. Eyes feasting on the beauty, Alli nearly jumped when the guard placed both of his large hands on her arm, sliding down her bicep then down her forearm. "What are you doing?!" Alli squeaked out, a hot blush rousing her cheeks. The guard moved both of his huge hands to the other arm, repeating the movements. "A pat down. Do you know how many people want to kill the boss?" The guard spoke as though it were obvious, his hands now on top of her shoulders and moving down her sides, his large palms skimming over her perky bust. "Intrusive, much?!" Alli complained, trying to control the blush painting her defined face. Ignoring the pesky American's complaints, the guard moved past her waist and over the woman's wide hips, patting over her front and back pockets. Preparing himself for more high-pitched complaints, the guard shoved his hand between the American's thighs, quickly skimming over her clothed cunt, ensuring she wasn't hiding anything. "What the fuck are you doing! That's extremely inappropriate, I have nothing to hide!" Alli nearly screamed out the words, any embarrassment was quickly replaced with haughty anger. Again, the guard ignored the complaints and rubbed down her legs, squeezing at the sides of her heels to ensure absolutely nothing was hidden. Standing back up straight, the guard grabbed at Alli's purse, unzipping it and emptying the contents on the front table. Unable to vocalize her objections before the guard practically roared out at her. "What the fuck is this?!" The guard pushed around and wallet and cellphone, grabbing the only other thing in her purse, the voice recorder. Throwing it on the ground, the guard demolished it under his giant boot, only taking one stomp to crumble it. Picking up Alli's old cellphone and sliding it in his breast pocket, he gave Alli a soulless smile. "Now we're ready to meet the boss." Alli was absolutely speechless, her precious voice recorder was now scattered in pieces on the intricate rug, countless hours of previous interviews now lost. Teeth grinding together to keep from cursing out the terrifying man, she merely followed his large back down a long hallway, a single beautifully deceiving door waiting for her at the end. ---- Alexander sat in his lush leather chair, seated comfortably in front of his custom made desk. Laughing to himself at the sound of the approaching American, her futile complaints made him bubble with amusement. One bodyguard stationed at the corner of the room, his other most trusted guard would soon be joining him with the American. Protection wasn't necessary with the weak little girl, but an audience would really send his message home. "I want no hesitation when it comes to the girl, no compassion or vigilant thoughts." Alexander informed his bodyguard, knowing that the men in his house had a weakness for pretty American girls. The expressionless guard merely nodded in full understanding, Alexander had nothing to worry about. ---- Alli was led through the last door in the hallway, eyes downcast before fixing her gaze on the man behind the desk. Breath caught in her throat, Alli had never laid eyes on a more gorgeous man. Completely unaware of her surroundings, Alli merely stared, taking in the stern features of his chiseled face, intense espresso eyes absolutely smoldering. The drug lord's rich brown hair was cut short, but long enough that she could grab a fistful. Wide shoulders and the hard planes of his chest were nicely complimented by his designer suit, Alli imagined what his body were to look like with just the royal blue tie on.. Shaking her head, Alli forced all sexual thoughts out of her mind, realizing that she was staring at one of the most dangerous men in Texas like a dick deprived school girl. However, it was very difficult to ignore the heat pooling between her thighs. Throat clearing, Alli extended a hand over the wide desk. "Hi there. My name is Alli." Alexander had to force himself to keep from laughing as the American woman stared at him like a piece of meat. He had to admit, he was extremely impressed with the American's appearance. The woman was fiery and beautiful, the perfect combination to sate his interests. Yes, Alli will make the perfect little pet. Staring at the woman's extended hand, Alexander gently wrapped his fingers around hers, brushing his lips over the back of her hand, inwardly admiring her soft, fragrant skin. "Pleasure to meet you, Alli. You may call me Alexander for now. Please, sit." He kept his voice level and polite, showing Alli his rare kindness, wanting the bitch to know exactly what she's going to be missing once he turned on her. Smiling a bit too invitingly, Alli obediently sat down in the one chair centered in front of the man's desk. "I hope it's alright if I ask you a few questions for my research, Alexander. You will be anonymous and no names, locations, or anything else personal will be disclosed in my Thesis." Alexander gave a rare smile, and nodded to the bodyguard who had manhandled her earlier. "Of course.. As long as we take a few more precautionary measures." His voice was practically oozing with cruel intent. Not giving Alli a chance to respond, his bodyguard walked up behind Alli and grasped at the collar of her shirt. In one fluid motion, the guard ripped apart the American's silken blouse, pearly buttons flying across the room. Shoving the remnants of the blouse down her elbows, the tight material effectively trapped Alli's arms behind her back. The woman's bountiful breasts were barely contained by the the black cups, her creamy cleavage spilling over, the tops of her pink nipples peeking through. "What do you think you're doing!" Alli screamed out, slender arms struggling against the silken material of her shirt, but her struggles only served to jiggle her perky tits, more cleavage escaping the skimpy lingerie. Calmly, Alexander stood up from his desk and walked over to the distressed woman, stopping in front of her defiant body. "Just checking for a wire." Alexander spoke calmly, his strong fingers curling around the material between the cups of her bra and yanking down, Alli's breasts bouncing free. "I'm guessing they're real from the way they bounce.." speaking nonchalantly, he took a moment to admire the way her tight pink nipples hardened for him, such a nice contrast to her creamy flesh. Reaching out, Alexander firmly slapped her right breast, loving the way it jiggled for him. "Motherfucker! Don't fucking touch me, you sick bastard!" Alli groaned out the words, her sensitive nipple stinging from the slap. Kicking out at Alexander, the damn man didn't even wince as her heel stomped at his shin. Silenced Ch. 02 Groaning out, Alli rubbed a hand over her face as the spiteful sunshine glared down upon her. It was morning. Fuck. She had slept for too long, and the events of yesterday came crashing down upon her. Heart wrenching in pain, the betrayal of her friend Sarah took a larger toll on her psyche than she had realized. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes to stare down at her half nude body. After Alexander had the garment torn off of her, there was no salvaging it and she had resigned to sleeping in just her pants. Surprisingly, the bed was very comfortable and the room was spacious. Shoving the silken sheets off of her body, Alli looked dismayed at the dried cum on her breasts. She had been too distraught and exhausted to shower last night, and now she really wish she had. Hesitantly sliding down from the tall bed, she padded quietly on the hardwood floors and walked through a spacious opening with no door. Much like everything in her new room, there were few doors and no locks. Prying open the clear glass shower door, she turned on the clean crystal knob and didn't bother turning the water on hot. The cold water would awake her nerves and help her come up with a plan. Peeling down her snug black pants past her voluptuous hips, she took a moment to stare at herself in the mirror. Alli wasn't self conscience, and admired her endlessly long legs as fingers rolled her lacy thong down her thighs. Stepping out of the lacy lingerie, a hot flush painted her cheeks when she noticed her own dried juices staining her thong. Before shame could swallow her, she stepped under the cool spray of water. Stifling a gasp, the cold water streamed down her nude body in chilled rivulets, washing away flakes of Alexander's jizz. Fingers massaging over her breasts to completely rub away all traces of Alexander's cum, her pink little nipples hardened beneath the attention. They were still sore from the rough play of yesterday. Gently rolling the tight peaks between her thumb and forefinger, she closed her eyes, taking herself back to when Alexander had been pulling and pinching them. It had been painful, but Alli's pussy immediately spasmed at the memory. Leaving her aching nipples, she let her hand trail down her flat stomach until her fingers found her puffy pussy lips. Her cunt was already aching to be touched. Unable to resist, she delved her fingers between her swollen lips, thumb finding and strumming her buzzing clit. Middle finger finding and teasing her tight little entrance, she firmly massaged her clit until she felt her juices begin to pool. About to dip her long finger inside her tight depths, her attention was stolen by the sensation of her shower door opening. Eyes opening, her gaze was drawn to the looming man in front of her. Alexander. Embarrassed, she quickly moved her away from her objecting cunt. "Alexander, what--" Before Alli could muster the words, Alexander's strong fingers wrapped around her arm and drug her from the shower. Squeezing hard on her arm, Alexander pulled her through the bathroom and back into her bedroom. Taking a seat on the edge of Alli's bed, Alexander yanked Alli over his knee. Rubbing a hand over Alli's wet, pert ass he raised his arm and applied a firm smack to her creamy cheeks. "Did I give you permission to masturbate, little girl?" Alexander accented each growled word with a smack to Alli's wiggling backside. Struggling over his lap, Alli couldn't believe the audacity of the man! In feeble attempts to claw at the bed and escape, Alexander trapped her thighs between his legs, his free hand firmly planted on her lower back. "That actually hurts, stop it!" she squealed the words out indignantly. Rapidly spanking Alli's quickly reddening cheeks, he paid particular attention to a pretty red welt forming. "You will ask my permission if you want to touch yourself. This is a mere warning." Alexander spoke calmly, ignoring her struggles as his heavy palm reigned quick smacks over her bottom. Pausing, he took a moment to pinch and rub over the sensitive skin before resuming his fast paced smacks, watching Alli in amusement as she writhed over his lap. "Please, Alexander..!" Crying out the words, Alli felt as though her ass was on fire, the stinging slaps electrifying her skin. However, it wasn't just pain that lit her up, but also arousal. Clamping her legs tightly together she hoped that he wouldn't notice her slick pussy absolutely juicing from his rough slaps. The feminine scent of his slut's arousal teased his senses, Alexander didn't need to see that pretty shaven cunt to know that his pet was burning with arousal. Quickly he applied a volley of smacks between her two reddened cheeks with a heavy hand, inwardly admiring the bright shade. Pausing to give a quick soothing rub over the tops of her thighs, his hand raised and fell over her ass in a long succession of spanks. Alli bit down on her lower lip to keep from whining out, her poor ass sporting an unbearable sting. Wincing with each smack, she couldn't help but notice that her struggles had somehow turned into grinding, and she wasn't the only one that noticed it by the feel of his impressive bulge pressing against her taut stomach. She felt absolutely pathetic, practically humping the leg of the man who has imprisoned her. A rare smile graced Alexander's mouth, feeling victorious as his little pet dry humped his lap in desperation for release. Ceasing the spanks, he trailed the tips of his fingers over the red curve of Alli's ass then dipped his digits between her thighs. Teasingly, he traced his finger up her soaked slit, gathering up a good amount of juices. Moving his hand back from her cunt, he reached forward and smeared Alli's juices over her face. "I'll keep in mind how much you love punishment.. Since I want to keep my new pet happy and all." He spoke with a patronizing leer. Alli's fingers grasped tightly at the bed sheets, thighs compliantly spreading when Alexander forced his hand against her soaked pussy. More hot shame rolled over her at the sensation of her juices being slathered over her face, secretly lusting for Alexander's hand to return to her cunt. However, much to her dismay another series of smacks bit at her plump backside, emitting a soft squeal in both frustration and pain. Alexander loved the little noises his new slut made. Pressing his palm firmer against Alli's lower back, he unleashed another flurry of smacks and this time he didn't stop after the first dozen. Slap after slap he continued on for what seemed like minutes, Alli's nude little body thrashing and struggling against his lap. Then there it was. The first sound of her crying. Orgasmic bliss coursed through his veins, reveling in the true noises of a damsel in distress. Finally he stopped his spanks, noticing a few light blue bruises forming. The sight forced him to bite his lower lip to keep from moaning out. "Wider, little girl." Alexander spoke in a deep masculine purr, giving a few light slaps to the inside of Alli's thighs. A few loose tears rolled down Alli's soft face when the pain of his punishment finally overwhelmed the pleasure. Reluctant to resist, she slowly pried her thighs further apart, knowing that her wet little pussy was now nicely on display. Loving the view, Alexander lightly trailed the tip of his digit up Alli's drenched slit. "So wet for your Daddy.." Alexander murmured to himself. Fingers dipping between her pussy lips, Alexander nudged the tips of his two fingers against Alli's tight little entrance. Fuck, she was tight. Abandoning his index finger, he pressed his single digit past her small entrance and inside of Alli's warm depths. His finger was hardly wedged all the way in before he met the resistance of her hymen. "A virgin?" Alexander questioned curiously, considering tanning that ass all over again for withholding such important information. Retracting his finger, Alexander didn't want to break the barrier before his dick had the chance to. Instead, the tips of his calloused fingers found the pink bud of his slut's clit, pinching the bundle of nerves tightly. Alli's heart leaped in both embarrassment and fear at Alexander's new found discovery. It wasn't as though she wanted to be a virgin, she just hadn't ever found a guythat was able to turn her on enough to make her want to give it up.. But Alexander was a different story. As soon as his rough, masculine fingers began toying with her sensitive clit she was writing, so fucking lit up by his touch. It was so humiliating to know that all of her juices were soaking his fingers and surely staining his Armani slacks, but all the shame in the world couldn't prevent the wonderful sensations he was inducing. Hips rolling and grinding back into his touch, a soft moan permeated the room when he feverishly rubbed her tight clit. Alexander's cock was painfully hard at this point, the way his little girl moans and ached for him made his arousal all that more potent. Crudely, he used his free hand to spread his whore's bright red ass cheeks, examining her tight little hole. He'd take that virginity too, eventually. "You are not to do as much as fucking breathe in this household without my permission.. You are to either ask or beg for everything." Alexander growled, the tips of his fingers grazing over her asshole threateningly. He knew that his bitch was close by the way she arched, his fingers pinching and rubbing at her clit, coaxing her close to the edge. Then he stopped. "Ask." It was a command laced with a heavy Russian accent, not a request. Wanting to scream out when Alexander stopped stimulating her silken pink flesh, her hips ground against his thigh until she realized it was absolutely useless. "May I cum?" She panted the words out, her toes curling. Alexander's fingers rested on her pussy lips, touching but not rubbing. "May I cum...?" Alexander murmured in a dark voice expectantly. Swallowing what was left of her broken pride, Alli closed her eyes. "May I please cum, Sir?" Hearing Alexander's grunted "Yes, slut.", he delved his fingers between her swollen lips and vigorously massaged at her clit. Unable to hold back, Alli's insides tightened until what felt like a burst of light seer her vision. Her tight little cunt began pulsating, the first intense waves of her orgasm crashing over her. Clutching her fingers into the bed sheets, Alli's moans wantonly rang through the room, her hips bouncing against his fingers to prolong the euphoria. The convulsions of her orgasm seemed to last forever, the pure bliss of having her first orgasm caused by a man ringing through her body. Though, she wasn't going to tell him that. When the high sensations finally died down, she laid limply over his lap, breathing heavily. Staring down at his sated whore, Alexander smiled. However, he couldn't let her see any trace of kindness. Cruelly, he shoved Alli off of his lap, staring apathetically as she fell down onto the floor. Standing up, he seemed to look dismayed at his dirtied clothes. "My personal stylist Sasha will be seeing you soon. Hopefully he will be able to make a whore look presentable." Alexander's stern eyes softened some when Alli flinched at his words. Fuck, he barely knew this whore and for some reason he wanted to reassure her, hold her. Fuck. That. "Don't worry, he's a faggot. Not like he'd want that dirty cunt, anyways." Refusing to look at his slut's sad face, he walked from the room, passing Sasha on his way out. ---------- Once the orgasmic high died off, Alli was left with just her shame and fear. She had never been so out of control.. or so aroused. Fuck, she was sick. Scrubbing her hands over her dirty face, she knew no matter how hard she scrubbed she could never truly get Alexander out from her mind. Feeling the presence of another person in the room, she peered through her fingers. In front of her was another well muscled man, but his face wasn't hardened and stern like the others. In fact, she could actually trace some laugh lines etched in his face. Obviously, this was Alexander's personal stylist. The man's shoulder length blond hair was sleekly straightened, and his choice of clothing was stylishly androgynous. However, with all that muscle, he was obviously male. When he spoke, his voice was lithe and kind, but blatantly detached from her sick little situation. "Why don't you shower, and I'll help you get ready." Alli thought about her options, and figured there was no point in resisting at this moment. Nodding dejectedly, Alli stood up on shaky legs and walked sluggishly back to the shower, the water was still running. -------------- Alexander was on his way to his office when his stomach rumbled hungrily. With all of his work and the distractions of his new pet, simple things like eating seemed to take second. Fuck, his pet was probably hungry too. Walking straight to the kitchen where his personal chef was cooking for the other men that lived in his mansion, he cleared his throat. "I need a high protein meal for two. Set one place at the table, and one place on the floor. Make sure that it's meal a woman would enjoy, too." At that, a few of his men sneaked a glance at him. It was rare for Alexander to feed his previous pets more than scraps, and he never once cared if they liked it. There was no judgment, though. Alexander walked a fine line between cruel and evil, and his closest associates had worried about his sanity. Alexander left the kitchen and walked straight to his office. He planned to busy himself with work until he could see his slut again. Fuck, he shouldn't be this excited to see a woman. Growling, he grabbed a stack of papers and numbers and buried himself in work. --------------- As Sasha completed the finishing touches on Alli's make-up, she realized that she had learned absolutely nothing about Sasha in the last couple of hours. Every question that she had asked had been carefully deflected with generic answers. Of course, Alli was trying to use every psychological trick she had learned in Grad school to manipulate this man, but he was a stonewall. Obviously he has learned a long time ago not to become too close with those he worked with. Alexander must pay him a lot. Looking at herself in the mirror, she admired the new haircut Sasha gave her, he could do amazing things with a pair of scissors. To top it off, Sasha spent at least an hour to carefully curl the locks. Sasha carefully applied a light coat of lip gloss, and then backed up. "All done." Smiling, Alli felt genuinely beautiful. It looked at though she had some fancy dance to go to, except for the fact that she was naked. "Did Alexander leave me anything to wear?" Alli asked softly as she stood up. Looking at a side view of her body, the red had disappeared from her ass, but a few light bruises remained. Sasha pulled out a pair of lacy panties, and a colorful lace up corset. "Sort of." He replied sympathetically. Well, it was better than nothing. Taking the garments from Sasha, she stepped through the panties, sliding them up her satin smooth legs. The stupid panties didn't even cover the curve of her ass. Groaning in annoyance, she slipped the corset around her torso and breasts. Being the polite man he was, Sasha helped her lace it up. Never had Alli dressed so slutty before, especially in a mansion full of testosterone pumped men. Sasha gently grabbed her elbow and began to lead her out of the room. "Alexander would like to see you now." Sighing, she nodded and let herself be led from her room. She had to come up with a plan, quick. --------------------- Alexander waited for Alli at the table by himself. Just as ordered, Alexander stared at his seafood fettuccine hungrily. However, he wanted to have this meal with his new pet. Although, he would be the only one enjoying the meal at the table, his slut would have to learn how to eat on the floor. Alexander was feeling extremely generous, he even gave her a plate to eat off of and utensils. Sasha's voice interrupted his feelings of goodwill. "Alexander?" Standing up, Alexander turned to look at his pet. Damn, she looked gorgeous. So extremely fuckable. His cock stirred in response, he picked out the perfect clothes for her. Alli looked like the embodiment of sex. Alexander didn't even notice Sasha leave, his gaze was too transfixed on his whore. Not wanting to seem too impressed, he sat back down and pointed at the spot on the floor for Alli. "Eat." He ordered moodily. Alli looked down at the plate on the floor indignantly, and just laughed. "You have to be fucking kidding me. I'm not an animal, Alexander! You have no right to treat me like this!" Her courage grew with every word, her body shaking as anger overwhelmed her usually passive mind. Angry tears flooded her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away. She couldn't look anymore vulnerable than she already was. "I'm a good person.. I did nothing to deserve this. You're a fucking monster!" Everything seemed like a blur. Within a second Alexander was on his feet and his palm slapped hard across her face. "That is enough, slut." He spoke in a soothingly calm voice. Gently, he caressed the pad of his thumb over Alli's now crimson cheek. Sliding his fingers up her abused face and over her scalp, he locked his grasp into her raven locks. Pulling hard on his whore's hair, he began to drag her from the kitchen. "I'll show you how much of a monster I can be." Again, his voice was cruelly calm. Alli's face paled as she struggled against his hold, trying to kick back and throw elbows, but somehow he evaded every attack and only tightened his grasp. "Let me go! You're hurting me, Daddy!" She whined out, hoping the sick endearment would somehow earn her mercy, but he only growled in response. Pushing his whore into the hallway, he used his free hand to reach down and yank up her panties into the crack of her ass. Mmn, he loved looking at that now bruised ass. Alexander kicked open the door to the workout room, where all of his men were doing their daily workout routines. Pushing his foot on the back of Alli's knees, he forced her to kneel. He then crouched down behind her and pushed her down by her hair, shoving her face against the dirty floor. "I could order every man in here to rape both of your virgin holes until you're bleeding, bruised, and broken.. Would I still be a monster then?" Alexander asked suavely, every man in the room stopped what they were doing and simply watched, lust in their eyes. Alli whimpered softly, eyes flooding with tears. "I hate you.." She whispered softly, her words being met by a hard slap on her bruised ass. "Not as much as you're about to, pet." Alexander spoke with a hardened voice, trying not to let her words affect him. Hooking his fingers inside her panties, he ripped them off, throwing the scraps aside. Roughly, Alexander pushed Alli's knees apart, staring at his whore's damp cunt. Fuck, she wasn't wet enough yet. Alli was at least proud of herself for not being totally soaked like she was every other time he roughed her up. However, her pride cracked when the sickening noise of Alexander's zipper lowering filled the deafeningly quiet room. "Alexander, err.. I mean, Sir.. You're going to ruin me if you just.." "Shut up!" Alexander barked, fishing out his painfully hard cock. For some weird reason he couldn't bring himself to just barrel inside of his slut, he wanted her to take sick enjoyment in his abuse. Pressing the tip of his swollen red head to her entrance, he teasingly circled her tiny orifice. Removing his head from her entrance, he instead slid his head over her slit, stopping over her clit. Using his free hand to spread Alli's pretty pink pussy lips apart, he slapped his meaty shaft against his slut's clit. "Soon, you will be worshiping my dick, princess.." Alli's hips twitched when he slapped his cock against her sensitive clit, heat pooling at her entrance. Fuck, she didn't know how he was able to arouse her so quickly. The added humiliation of knowing that every man in Alexander's household was eye-fucking her was definitely a boost. "Alexander.. I wanted my first time to be special.." Alli spoke with a timid whisper.