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A House of Slaves by LongDarkRoad Chapter 26 A Confession of Pain

A House of Slaves 

Chapter 26 A Confession of Pain (Nice doing business with you)

In a few minutes Dzyuba noticed they had gotten into an argument, and, creep or not, he still had his cop instincts kick in. When the man grabbed the girl roughly by the shoulder, Dzyuba rose, towering above them.

“Hey, stay outta ‘dis, pops. Not your concern.”

“Take it easy fella, let’s yak.”

“Fuck yourself, buddy.” The man had pulled a blade, but Dzyuba was surprisingly quick, gripping the arm and slamming his elbow into the young man’s chest. The knife dropped and the man dashed out the door, Dzyuba following and yelling at him as he ran off.

The girl looked shaken but relieved, and Dzyuba played his advantage, buying her a drink. She smiled shyly, but ordered two Tequila shooters, with Dzyuba ‘manning up’ and downing his; it was okay with beer, he reasoned.

They talked for a few minutes until Dzyuba had to excuse himself and headed for the washroom. Coming out and doing up his fly, he was surprised to see the young woman waiting for him.

She placed a hand on his crotch, saying “That guy was going to give me fifty bucks I need badly. Maybe if I’m…nice to you, you might give me…something.”

Dzyuba’s craggy face produced his trademark goofy grin, as the young woman undid his pants and they fell around his knees. His smile changed quickly, however, as the girl nimbly reached around and grabbed his wallet, laughing at him and heading down a little hall to the back exit.

Dzyuba stumbled after her, pulling up his pants along the way. Barging out the back door he looked around the dim and dingy alley, and listened. Then he saw her come out from behind a dumpster, his wallet in one hand and cash from it in the other. She looked startled and turned, running to her right, Dzyuba in hot pursuit.

He rounded the back of a building and stood panting in the dark, clearly dead-end alley way.

“C’mon, Missy. I know you’re here. Come out an’ mebbe I go easy on ya’”

“Hey Asshole,” Dzyuba spun around to face the voice behind him.

“You…” he started, before a blade sliced into his kidneys from behind, courtesy of The Ghost. Dzyuba went down to his knees, just as Aquina reached him, grabbing a handful of his hair, and yanking his head back. He clawed the air with his long, bony fingers.

“Wha…” he began, before Aquina plunged a regular steak knife into his chest, memories of Jade Dawkins flooding back. She withdrew the knife and placed it in a baggie, then stared down at the man on his knees in the alley. Dzyuba had grabbed his chest, then tried to speak, but collapsed forward.

Aquina and The Ghost, who a few minutes earlier had been the young man in the bar, dragged the body behind the dumpster. “It’s appropriate,” Aquina said, taking the cell phone out of Dzyuba’s pocket before handing The Ghost an envelope with five thousand dollars in it.

“Nice doing business with you, Aquina…you ever decide to change your line of work…”

Aquina smiled, “Yeah, I know how to get a hold of you.” And then he was gone. Hmmm, like a ghost, Aquina thought. Just then the young woman approached her and the two began walking down the alley to the street. The girl handed Aquina Dzyuba’s money and wallet.

“Keep the cash,” Aquina said, removing two credit cards and tossing the wallet into another dumpster just before the alley’s end. It was dark here and both women were in shadow. Aquina handed the girl her envelope; this one holding $2500 and two bus tickets; one to Denver and a second from Denver to L.A.

“So you won’t be back?” Aquina asked the girl.

“No way, I’m gone.”

“That’s not your hair either, I take it?”

“Ha, nope. I have a change in my bag here. When I come out of the washroom in the depot I’ll be blonde and looking like a college preppie. And when I get off in L.A., I’ll be someone else again.”

“Good,” Aquina said, and watched as the girl moved quickly down the dark streets. She then did the same, reaching her car in five minutes. As she pulled away she noticed someone following; Garth. Aquina drove several blocks then went down another alley. Stopping and getting out, she crushed Dzyuba’s cell phone on the ground and stuffed it and the baggie with the knife into a garbage bag, then shoved the bag back into a container. She and Garth then drove across town and stopped at a bar. She needed a drink.

After the server had brought their second round, Garth raised his glass, but Aquina spoke, “Revenge…is a confession of pain.”

“Right,” Garth murmured, clinking her glass.


Meredith looked at the nurses scurrying around on her floor. ‘Master Jessie’ had tasked her with an assignment, and since she wanted to keep the gun a couple of extra days, she felt she needed to complete the task. The reason Meredith was eying the nurses was that she needed to find one and have her sign her name in black marker directly on her shaved pubic region, as per her ‘Master’s’ instructions; it looked like Jessie was making a point.

With her shift just coming to an end, Meredith needed to act. She and two other nurses or nurse’s assistants were heading into the staff area where the staff lounge and lockers were located. Once in the room and after taking a breath, Meredith announced to both women; one a fairly tall, more mature nurse (mid-thirties) and the other a probationary like Meredith, average height, a little on the chunky side and early twenties.

“Ladies, I have an embarrassing request and hopefully one of you can assist me.” They both turned to observe her, the taller woman with some alarm and the younger one with more interest. Meredith explained that she had lost a bet and needed to get a signature in “an intimate area”.

Both women laughed, blushed a little, looked down, then both responded, “I could help you,” at the same time. Each then looked at the other and both laughed.

“Vicki, you guard the door and I’ll go first, then you,” the taller one offered.

“Sure thing,” Vicki replied, smiling and taking a position near the door. One could wonder what she intended to do if someone entered but, whatever; she was ready.

The other woman now took Meredith by an arm and moved her over to a couch. “Lay down,” she instructed. “Now lift up your uniform.” Meredith did, and the woman, Sandy, smiled at the tattoo, then rubbed her hand over it, smiling directly at Meredith. She then bent down and gently kissed Meredith’s pussy, running her tongue up and down the slit.

Signing her name, she called, “Okay Vicki, your turn.”

Sandy went to guard and Vicki came to the couch, kneeling down right beside Meredith. She too touched the tattoo and then squeezed the pubic area, gently stroking Meredith’s labia, eliciting a low moan from her. “Oh, we like that do we, little lesbo? I think I may need to look at this again,” and Vicki also bent forward and kissed Meredith’s pussy, before signing her name.

Jessie should be happy with two signatures, Meredith mused, getting to her feet and thanking the two women. They both smiled at her, and one knew wheels, of one sort or another, were turning in their minds.


Saturday Aquina wanted for herself, and so she was meeting Claire. They were going to dinner and then back to Claire’s. The house could stay quiet this weekend, although the boys along with Kate, Adam and Anna were going to be there; and apparently Kevin had invited Mindi and, big news to everyone, especially Aquina, Brandon had a friend coming over; Lindsay(!).

So, the house would be far from empty; but it wouldn’t need Aquina.

With any luck, Dzyuba’s body would stay undiscovered for a few days anyway, making the trail colder. Aquina stepped into the shower; it was very nice to have an actual date to prepare for.


“Unh, Unh, Unh, Unh”, Mistress Jane was grunting as she drove her purple dildo into Meredith’s pussy. Meredith was grunting as well, but more quietly. Jessie watched from a nearby chair; when Jane was finished, she was going to take over.

A knock on the door summoned her and she went up the stairs to the rear entrance. It was her friend ‘Jo’; the most butch girl Jessie knew. With her ‘slave week’ ending (Meredith had begged for three more days with the gun), Jessie had countered with three more slave days; she wanted to give Meredith a real workout, and see if she genuinely wanted to continue as her sex slave.

Jo was going to use Meredith tonight, and she was not gentle. Large and aggressive, she was what Jessie wanted to test her ‘girl’; her plan was to use Meredith hard for several hours and see how she reacted.

Jessie watched with interest as Jo stripped down, revealing fairly large breasts (like Jane) and the hairiest bush Jessie had ever seen. “Don’t believe in trimmin’; like things natural,” Jo had remarked to Jessie’s look.

Jane paused for a moment, nodding to the new arrival, who sat on the couch. She then moved Meredith and positioned her with her face in Jo’s substantial patch. Once Meredith had begun eating her way through the ‘forest’, Jane slid her dildo back into the girl and began her steady rhythm once again. “Unh, Unh, Unh, Unh”.

Jessie sipped her beer, a smile on her face.


Aquina kissed Claire’s mouth, as softly as possible. She held her face so her nose and Claire’s nose were touching; Aquina wanted the two of them to breathe the same air, she wanted to draw Claire’s breath into herself. She then sucked Claire’s tongue, softly at first, then with more force, with Claire moving her body beside her in response, before she opened her eyes; such a beautiful face, Aquina thought.

She wanted to stop time and suck this moment, this tenderness, this feeling into herself; to force out the persistent shadows that were there. Maybe it was time; time to change all that she had been…or not. Did her feelings have that power? Harriet Smith’s face came to her mind and Aquina struggled with her emotions, thinking of her last exchange with Shareen.

But Aquina’s thoughts were interrupted by Bobbi, as she came and snuggled in to Claire from the other side.

“Ummmmmmnn”, Claire moaned, “This is nice, I am a sandwich.” Bobbi reached around and fondled a nipple.

“What kind?” she asked.

“Whatever kind you want,” Claire laughed, “Like I said, I’m a cooperative girl.” She looked into Aquina’s eyes.

After a few minutes of silently lying together, Claire turned gently and looked at Bobbi, noting the steady breathing of sleep, and decided to venture a question. “Why, did you want those women to do those things to you, A?” Claire asked softly.

Aquina lay in thought; this was why she hesitated letting Claire know of her…other life. “It’s  complicated, sweets, but it’s all about, um, need, I guess.”

Claire lay thinking of Aquina ordering her to lift her dress for Bobbi’s view, and how much it had aroused her. Would she like to be on her knees, as her ‘mistress’ punished her?

“You liked, um, drinking their…piss?” She asked quietly, keenly aware of her own feelings.

Aquina sighed in consideration. How much to say? “It’s, uh, very arousing to kneel before a woman you feel, um, something deeply for, and want her to piss on you. It’s not about drinking piss, it’s not that simple. It’s the submission.”

Claire considered. “And the submission turns you on?” She asked, bringing Aquina’s hand into her crotch.

“Yes, it’s the submission. The giving yourself completely to someone, giving them control over, well, everything.

Claire closed her eyes, then decided, and with a smile murmured, “I would like to do it, A. Be on my knees for a woman.” Aquina regarded her lover with a little surprise, also surprised that the woman’s pussy was very lubricated. Or should she really be surprised, she pondered?

She kissed Claire’s face one more time, images surging in her mind.


Sunday, eleven AM; Meredith was back in place outside of Jake’s house. She knew she needed to do something; she was being pressured from two sides. One side was her desire to retaliate against this despicable man who had done such horrible things to her family. Her father had not left the house since the incident; doing some work at home but mostly just drinking. Her mother seemed on the edge of madness. He deserved…punishment. Justice?

For her part, Meredith was feeling okay, although the other pressure she felt was coming from Jessie. Meredith knew what Jessie was doing, raising the stakes, forcing her to give in…or go away; for good.

Meredith had mixed feelings; she had actually enjoyed the days of servitude and sex; and it had excited her to humiliate herself at work. She knew Vicki and Sandy would both want to follow up with her; and that aroused her, a lot. Just thinking of that had her hand sliding between her legs; then she remembered her ‘Master’, and stopped herself. That wouldn’t have happened before.

And last night. Wow. Although her ass (both Jessie’s friends had gone to this hole eventually, and used it for a long while) was a little sensitive, last night had been an incredible night of sex. She had experienced three wonderful orgasms; the relentless fucking she had been subject to had taken her to another level. As the three women had used her, really used her, she had gone farther into submission than ever before…and been rewarded with ecstasy. It had really been…incredible and had driven away some of the darkness from…him. The bastard.

But what did she want??

At that moment however, her thoughts were interrupted by Jake Tucker, leaving his house.


Adam gently grabbed Anna around the waist, before digging his fingers into her sides. She squealed, then covered her mouth with a hand, laughing as quietly as she could. In a moment, Adam moved his hands from Anna’s waist to her breasts as he kissed the back of her neck. Anna pushed back into him, squeezing the hand that held her breast, a smile on her face, her eyes closed.


In the living room, Kevin turned on both T.V.s, and sat back on the couch, sipping his coffee, making up his mind.


In Lindsay’s apartment, the leggy, blonde woman was watching as Brandon devoured his bacon and eggs, leaning her tall frame against the cupboards. She loved watching a man eat, and after the night they had had, she knew why this man might be hungry. He looked up and smiled at her. This is…nice, he thought. She’s nice, and nice isn’t bad. He probably didn’t derive someone nice, like her.

“More coffee?” Lindsay asked.

“Absolutely,” Brandon replied, pushing his mug forward.


In the shower, Claire and Aquina slowly moved the soap suds around each other’s bodies, getting in all the crevices, taking their time. Claire was extra gentle on Aquina’s pubic area; although it had greatly improved, there was still bruising. Suddenly the shower door opened enough to allow a dark head to intrude. “Any room in here for me?”

Both women laughed, and opened their arms to welcome Bobbi in.


“I’m ready,” Kate whispered, eyes closed. She was naked, lying on Eric’s bed, her legs spread.

“Are you sure, Katie?” Eric spoke quietly into her ear, his face in her hair, drinking in her fragrance.

“Yes, I am sure, E. I want you inside me. I want you to …make love to me. I do.”


Just as Eric gently slid his erection into Kate’s dark-brown hair-covered vagina, Jake Tucker was closing the door to his house. Meredith was staring at him, and for good reason. He was dressed in a military camouflage outfit, an ammunition belt across his chest. His large hunting knife was in a sheath on his belt. He carried his shotgun in one hand as he headed for his jeep.


As Adam gently slid a hand under Anna’s bra and cupped her breast, Jake backed down his driveway and put the car in drive, heading down his alley.


Five minutes later, as Lindsay sat down on Brandon’s lap and put her arms around his shoulders, Jake took a gulp of vodka from the flask he had brought, and turned onto the expressway.


Five minutes after that, as Aquina, Claire and Bobbi all tumbled together onto the bed, drying each other with fluffy towels and laughing, Jake turned off the expressway onto the road that would lead to the house.


As Kevin changed the channel, settling on a golf program, Jake Tucker was pulling up, just down the street from the house, and Meredith Delmare, following, was slowing down and then parking several houses back, still unsure of what was happening.


In an alley by the waterfront, an employee of ABC Pawn, working a Sunday shift, was back there having a quick smoke when he noticed what looked like a man’s shoe, sticking out from behind a dumpster. He looked around the edge cautiously, stared for a moment, then threw up.


In her elegant home, Olivia Carruthers, ‘Mrs. Belvedere’, smiled at the news she had just received; her New York assistant was positive one of the men who had taken her shipment was a cop. She felt certain, in time, she would find justice for herself; she had connections everywhere, including the police department.


In his basement, Michael Delmare looked bleakly at the empty bottle in his hand; he and Jake Tucker, it turned out, were both drinking vodka. Now what? He wondered.


Jessie Torres was looking at the pictures she had taken last night. Fuck! She could not believe how hot they were. She wanted Meredith, she had to admit that to herself; but, would she have her? And where was her slave now?


Shareen Macgregor looked down at the head of the young intern she had brought home last night, as the girl worked diligently between her legs. It was nice, very nice actually, and she might even try a little discipline later. Her mind went however to the text exchanges with Aquina. She smiled.


Jake Tucker took one last swallow from his flask, took a moment to screw the top back on, and then eased his large frame out of his Jeep Cherokee and headed up the walk, shotgun crooked in his left arm, an odd smile on his face. Happy anniversary to me, he thought.

Meredith watched in disbelief. What was this asshole up to???

Without really considering her actions, she grabbed the handgun lying beside her and got out of her vehicle, stumbling briefly in her haste on the wet road, before crossing the street and heading to the house.


Meanwhile, Brad Smithfield’s home phone rang. “Hello?”

“Mr. Smithfield?”


“Sorry to call you at home, sir, but I have a note to inform you of anything to do with…Captain, um, D-zyuba.”

“Yeah, right, thanks. That’s Duh-zoo-buh. What is it?”

“Well, station got a call from his wife this morning, sounding very agitated. Seems he hasn’t come home, since Friday night.”

“No shit, that is strange. Okay, thanks again and keep me informed.” What the hell’s up now, Smithfield wondered, hanging up.


Bobbi had gone out to get some milk and Aquina looked at Claire’s face as the woman lay on her stomach on the bed, her lovely bare ass sitting so round and inviting.

Claire held the gaze, “Would you like to, spank me, A?” she asked, feeling a strange surge as she uttered these words, especially considering Aquina’s, history.

Aquina sighed, almost a moan. “Would you like me to, my love?” She asked, conflicted. Claire had such a beautiful ass.

Claire considered this, then said, “I would.” And for a fleeting moment imagined herself on her knees. Strange? “And you could tie my hands first. I, um, would like that.”

Aquina smiled and gently shook her head; she could never do that. Why? Why??


Jake tried the front door; unlocked as expected. He listened; no real noise; television on? He opened the door and entered quietly. Moving to his left, he entered the living room and saw Kevin’s head. Kevin, sensing something, turned around just as Jake brought the shotgun to his hip.

Due to inexperience or excitement, who knows, Jake’s shot sprayed the corner of the couch and took out a chuck of wall in a doorway, but Kevin, diving desperately from the couch, took the remaining pellets in one shoulder, hit the ground, and then began rising to his knees.

As he came up, Jake yelled “Son of a bitch”, and swung his shotgun, driving the butt hard into Kevin’s midsection. He then brought the barrel down across the man’s back.

Reaching for his knife, he heard a yell behind him and turned to see Adam, with Anna standing a couple of feet back, both looking terrified.

“AAAAhhh, you fuckers!” Jake roared and turned and stepped, catching Adam as he tried to block Anna from the man. Grabbing Adam by the throat with one of his massive hands, Jake lifted the slim man off the ground and hauled him into the bedroom Anna had just disappeared into.

At this moment, Meredith entered, pulse blasting and beginning to feel light-headed, but driven on by some inner force and the sudden explosion inside. She glanced over at the fallen figure of Kevin, but carried on down the hall after Jake.

In the bedroom there was much confusion.

Anna was screaming at Jake to leave Adam, Jake was simply roaring like a deranged animal, before he noticed something that made him stop and stare. Anna was holding a gun. Terrified, little, pathetic cunt Anna had a gun in her hands, he marvelled.

For her part, Anna was holding the ‘Deuce Deuce’ as her mistress had instructed her. Feet apart for balance, right hand holding the gun, left hand supporting.

Jake threw Adam down to the floor like a doll, where the man tried desperately to get some air down his damaged throat and into his lungs. Jake meanwhile was staring at Anna, then suddenly with a roar he started towards her.

“BANG!!” the shot was louder than Anna expected, and she closed her eyes briefly, but held the gun. When she looked up, she saw Jake standing, a look of surprise on his face. On his shirt, above his right nipple, a red stain had begun to spread. Looking down at it he shook his head, like his eyes were playing tricks. Then he looked up, and his face darkened into a menacing scowl, and he began to raise his shotgun.

“BANG!!!” This shot came from the doorway, where Meredith had now appeared. Since it was a larger caliber gun than Anna’s the sound was louder, almost deafening. Meredith had not expected the recoil and dropped the gun, bending now to retrieve it. The bullet though had struck Jake just under his left shoulder blade. The force of it had spun him and he dropped the shotgun to grab his shoulder, but then turned back, lunging toward Anna.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Click! Click! Click…


Click. Click…

Anna’s head was swimming, lights were flashing, there was a voice coming from somewhere.


Got to stop him, she thought. Got to stop him. Got to…

“Anna, let go of the gun. Anna. It’s okay. I’m here. It’s okay.” Anna turned to the voice; it was Adam, on his knees but with his hand on hers, now gently removing the gun from her grasp. He sat her on the bed and then went to the strange girl who had come in shooting, taking her gun from her clenched hand with some difficulty and gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Who, um, are you?” He asked, his mind struggling to remain coherent. She looked up at him, eyes unfocused, and then crawled to the corner and began throwing up.

Adam looked around the room, then sank to the floor, silently regarding the massive form lying beside him, before Anna came and put her arms around him.

(End of Chapter 26)

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A House of Slaves by LongDarkRoad Chapter 25 If You Have Wings

A House of Slaves 

Chapter 25

If You Have Wings (Who Knows)

Aquina ended the call with thoughts of Claire in her mind, including the earlier request to see Aquina being punished; that was a little odd. Then she looked at her cell and brought up the last exchange from… Miss Shareen. Aquina considered why she had not deleted it, though the reason was obvious; she had just forced herself not to consider the why.

She did admit that she had really enjoyed going down on the woman. Lying to herself wouldn’t change anything. The action, the kissing and licking while on her knees, of this particular woman, still meant something. Well, more than something. Okay, a lot more; so what to do??

Shaking herself back to the present, she looked around to see what needed doing now, then headed to the kitchen.


Anna was holding her little gun and just looking at it. “That thing makes me nervous,” Adam complained.

“It’s from Aquina, so it’s okay,” Anna replied softly. “Besides, I know how to handle…guns. J- um, my husband, er, my ex-husband, made me play with his gun all the time; loading and unloading it, cleaning it. He made me stand, um, naked of course, and hold it and not move. He made me put it, inside myself, you know. Everything but shooting it.” She smiled.

Adam nodded and looked away.


Down the hall, Dzyuba was man-handling the petit Heather; he had her short dress bunched up above her waist and he was rubbing his erection between her thighs, with Heather protesting but still unsure of how to get him off. Although she didn’t want to, she offered to suck him.

“Sure, little ho’,” Dzyuba suddenly accepted, spinning

Heather around and forcing her to her knees before shoving his cock in her mouth.

In the kitchen, Pamela Kwong and Aquina had gotten into a discussion about zoning bylaws. With both Kevin and Eric looking to invest in real estate in their home city as their first option, getting info right from the source was very helpful.

As the two women chatted, Mary came over and kissed first one, then the other, before carrying on with picking up. The discussion ended minutes later with Pamela saying she would find out more. Then Mindi headed past them with some glasses, asking, “Anyone seen Heather?”

Aquina looked around, she hadn’t, where was she?


Meredith arrived at Jessie’s place, the young woman not living far from her. Jessie rented the lower level of a bungalow in a residential house near the University Hospital, where Meredith was working. She was wearing her nurse’s training uniform as instructed by Jessie, her ‘master’. She let herself in and proceeded downstairs. Jessie was waiting, standing in her tiny kitchen and holding a beer.

The young woman was several inches taller than Meredith, one of the things that had been an attraction for her, and she was slim, muscular and masculine, with short, dark brown, curly hair and olive-colored skin. Her parents had emigrated from Mexico shortly before Jessica was born.

In high school, Jessie had been the captain of the girl’s wrestling team. Most people would just assume she was a lesbian; she had, however, dated boys and had even had a steady. But, she also liked girls, in a certain way. She and Meredith had formed an unlikely friendship; their general interests were quite different; but it had been built around sex and role-playing.

After leaving high school, they had been an on-again off-again thing, with Meredith at one point living as Jessie’s ‘maid’ or servant. For whatever reason, that hadn’t worked out; partly because Meredith had met a guy she liked; but the two had always stayed in touch and would hang together.

Jessie found Meredith very irritating with her erratic changing of personal plans, but she seemed to always take her back; and the kinky sex was always very good.

Jessie stood now looking at Meredith, dressed in her  uniform as directed, and wondered, how serious is she this time? “Lift up your dress.”

“Yes, my master,” Meredith responded, lifting her uniform to reveal her naked body, and her new tattoo, which she had actually begun to like. But from a psychological point, Meredith desperately needed to take the meaning of this marking away from ‘the monster’ and place it with someone else.

She needed something, an act of passion, stronger than the humiliation she had endured, but she really didn’t know if Jessie was the one to perform it.

And she also had a request of her own; so, it might all work out.


Heather was now struggling desperately. She didn’t want Dzyuba to fuck her and that was clearly his plan. “Let me go, or I’ll scream,” she hissed back at the man as he pressed her down on the bed from behind, holding her with one large hand while he pulled her thong down with another.

“No, you won’t, Missy, no you won’t,” Dzyuba shushed back at her, pressing her face hard down into a pillow with his forearm as he positioned his cock behind her, surprising and alarming Heather by beginning to force himself up her ass. She struggled now, although her slim, small frame was no match for his, and she was also having a hard time breathing, as the man’s weight pressed her face deeper into the pillow.

Dzyuba had managed to force his cock into the tight opening and he became almost frenzied as he held her down; his large hand now holding her neck and head in place, as he bucked his hips.

* * * *

Not being able to spot Heather, Aquina had gone to her den/office and was now checking her camera feeds. When she saw what was happening in bedroom three, she froze and then turned and hurried downstairs.

“Aaaahhh, AAAhhhrrrg, Ah! AAAHHhhhh…” Dzyuba cried out and collapsed on top of Heather, pinning the girl beneath his lanky body. Suddenly the door burst open and Aquina charged in.

“Get off her, you fucking pig,” Aquina snarled, closing the door behind her.

Dzyuba slowly rolled over and looked through half-closed eyes at the fury that was addressing him. “Wh-what. Wha…no problem, Missy. No…”

Aquina roughly shoved him over and grabbed Heather by the shoulder, turning her face up. “Heather. Heather!” Aquina slapped the girl’s face, then pressed her fingers on her neck artery. She froze again.

Turning to glare at Dzyuba’s stunned face, venom in her eyes, rage and despair rising in her throat, she spat out. “She’s dead, you fucking, stupid, fucking asshole. You’ve killed her, you dumb, disgusting prick.”


“I like that.” Jessie crooned, regarding Meredith’s tattoo and thinking, fuck, that’s hot. “Take the dress right off.” She sipped her beer as she watched her slim playmate strip. She loved Meredith’s body, it was so different from her own. It was…feminine. And that tat, ‘SLAVE’, was sick.

Jessie moved languidly a couple of steps, it was a galley kitchen, nothing was far apart, and opened a drawer; this would be a test. She took the collar out and looked at Meredith standing, nipples jutting out, pussy shaved and tatted. She tossed her the collar.

“Put it on.”

Meredith paused; she didn’t like wearing this; it had been the cause of their argument before. It said ‘Doggy’ on it, which wasn’t the problem. She didn’t really know what the problem was, but it was odd, with what she had just gone through, putting on the collar was now no big deal; but she decided to try for some leverage.

“Okay, my master. I…um, I will put this on and I agree to be your servant…for a week. You can…um, use me and I will obey you. You can punish me and…sh-share me with your friends, but I have one simple request, apart from being gentle with my tat.”

Jessie sipped her beer. Her heart was beating rapidly; she had waited a long time to hear Meredith say what she just had. “Alright, let’s hear your…request, little slave girl.”

“I…need to borrow your gun. Just for a couple of days. Just for protection. I’ll bring it back at the end of the week.”

Jessie looked at the girl for a long while…what was up? Still, to have Meredith as her toy for a week, and all it would cost her was a gun she never used…shit.

“You’ll need to live here…to, uh…serve me.”

“Okay, I agree to that.” Meredith was working hard to control her breathing and to appear calm.

Jessie now strolled out of the room, returning in a moment with a handgun. “This is a Smith & Wesson .32 caliber semi-automatic pistol; you ever use a gun?”

“Ye-yes I have. The semi-autos load after each firing, correct?

Jessie regarded Meredith, “I thought you said you just needed protection?”

“I do, but I also need to be sure how things…work.”

“Okay, Slave, and that will be your name for this week, wherever we are, I don’t care who’s around, you will call me Master and I will call you Slave. Around here you will be naked at all times, no matter who comes over. You are not allowed to close any door here, especially the bathroom, and you will not touch your pussy without asking my permission.” Jessie regarded the other, “Do you agree?”

Meredith looked up at Jessie and smiled, “Yes, Master,” she said quietly, putting on the collar.

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Aquina stood in the silent, wooded space. It was still dark and she held the flashlight for Garth and Buddy. Brandon was the first person she had spoken to once the shock of Heather’s death had registered and the need to respond had taken over. Brandon had hustled Dzyuba out the back and Aquina had then called Garth.

Leaving Heather wrapped in a sheet, and staying as ‘normal’ as possible, Aquina had directed Pamela to take Mindi, Bobbi and Mary home. No one asked about Heather, then, as one girl or another would sometimes stay. Or go somewhere else.

Kate and Eric, their odd relationship deepening, had already left. Aquina decided to tell Kevin later. When Garth arrived, he had carried Heather’s body easily and quietly to his truck, Aquina joining him and Buddy following in his own car.

They had decided on a place to bury the body and that’s where they were now. Aquina had begun the sad affair by stripping Heather completely and bagging her clothes. She had then walked away, not wanting to witness the next terrible and gruesome part, as Garth and Buddy cut off Heather’s hands and…head; Buddy would take the gruesome remains somewhere else for disposal.

They would bury the body in this lonely spot, and Aquina was now holding the light as Garth lowered it  into the quickly dug and shallow pit. They dumped in a fifty pound bag of lye, and then proceeded to shovel in dirt.

As they pulled the cut section of turf back into place and stepped down on its edge, Garth looked over at Aquina. “You want to, say something, A?”

Aquina walked over, and pulled out a piece of paper from a pocket. She looked at him; their faces hard, hiding the pain.

“This is a poem, well, part of a poem I found in a newspaper, long ago. My mom yelled at me for ‘reading that shit’, and then threw the paper away and I was only able to save the last part. I’ve kept it all these years. I don’t know why.”

She paused, Garth put his arm around her and Buddy looked away at the night sky and the stars that still shone. A gentle breeze blew, moving the branches of the nearby trees and there was a sliver of moon out as well.

“I got ya’ Aquina, you know that, I always got ya’,” Garth whispered against Aquina’s hair.

Aquina shuddered, briefly, “I know Garth. I’m so grateful. So, so bloody grateful for your friendship.” She hugged him for a moment and then they broke gently apart, walking to stand beside the grave, the three standing together in silence.  

Aquina paused, swallowed, and then read, in a quiet but steady voice “Heather…the hourglass is but a thing, it is we who are of sand. Yet, we toil and grind upon this barren land; while above us there is sky…if you have wings, then fly.”

Garth put a large hand on Aquina’s shoulder and Buddy picked up the bag, nodding to them as he headed for his car.

And for the second time in a short while, bitter tears streaked Aquina’s face.


Meredith was lying beside Jessie who, after her third orgasm, was feeling very (very) mellow. She was gently stroking Meredith’s long hair as her ‘slave’ lay cradled in her arm.

“So, tell me…Slave; why do you really need the gun?”

“It’s for protection, Jes; um, Master. I will be meeting someone who is a little scary and I want something, for my protection.”

Jessie considered this for a moment. “Hey, I could come with you.”

Meredith propped herself up on one elbow, “That’s…like really kind, Master.” Meredith smiled and kissed Jessie’s face. “But I don’t want to get anybody else involved. I need to do this; just me, and I’m not even sure of which day, so…thanks, but just lending me the gun is great. Really.”

Jessie looked at her friend and lover, who had always seemed young and innocent, even though Jessie knew she was anything but innocent. Still, a sliver of doubt ran through her for some reason.

“Yeah, well you’re gonna work for that gun, my little pussy pleaser. Come here.” And she pulled Meredith to her small breast.


Garth and Aquina sat on a bench; it would soon be light. They had grabbed coffees, but because Aquina wanted to smoke they got them to go. Garth pulled a flask from inside his jacket and dosed both cups with the amber fluid.

“Heather,” Garth murmured quietly.

“Heather,” Aquina replied, her voice husky, touching his cup. They drank and passed a moment of silence.

“So, what’s your plan, A?”

Aquina sat staring ahead, then spoke in the same calm voice. “I’m going to kill the bastard.”

Garth drank some coffee. “Figured. Don’t guess I could talk you out of it?”

“Not a chance. I’m already on it.”

Garth considered this comment for a moment. “You… planning to use, The Ghost.”

Aquina turned to look at her large friend. “You really do know me too well.” She paused, taking a long drag. “Yeah, I already made some calls. I’m meeting him tomorrow night.”

Garth finished his coffee. “If you’re meeting The Ghost, I’m comin’ too.”

“Figures,” Aquina nodded, smiling. “Don’t guess I can…talk you out of it?”

“Not a chance,” Garth smiled and gave Aquina’s arm a squeeze.


So the cover story was simple; only Brandon and Kevin were told the truth; not even Eric, yet.

‘Heather had doped Dzyuba and taken his wallet and was now on the run. Everybody needed to just stay normal; they would find her and…yadda yadda.’

The girls were upset, but the story held and things went on.

“What are you going to do, A?” Brandon had asked.

“Don’t worry, babe. Things are taken care of.”

“What…um, what did you do…with her? With…Heather?” Brandon persisted, quietly.

“Hey, you don’t need to know. No point in getting you into it. Stay clear and uninvolved. I will look after things, as always.”

Brandon sighed and nodded. “Um, so what about…Dzyuba?”

“Not your problem, Babe,” Aquina said, and headed for her office.

“Don’t do anything stupid, Aquina. Don’t…” But she had already gone into her room.


Brad Smithfield was just about ready to move; in his mind there was no doubt; Brandon Park, and likely his partners Eric Park, Kevin Riggs and Jake Tucker, were guilty of theft, extortion, and trafficking, at the very least; but he wanted more on Dzyuba; if he was involved. Taking down the four young officers and not him was pretty meaningless in Smithfield’s mind.

Just a few more days, the man told himself; just a few more days.


Meredith sat in her car just down from the modest bungalow on this quiet block. Who knew that a monster lived there, she thought? His Jeep was parked in the back, confirming what Meredith had discovered. Using her memory of being taken to his house and his licence plate number, she did not have a lot of trouble tracking him down; but now, could she do what she planned?

The gun was on the seat beside her; she took it with her every time she went out, even to the hospital, where she hid the gun under her seat. With her schedule, this week was eleven AM to eight PM, and with Jessie being a bartender, they actually hadn’t seen much of each other. So Meredith had been able to pursue her plans.

One scenario she considered was just waiting behind his car and shooting him as he approached; but that required a lot of, well, waiting. This was the second night Meredith had come by and his car was parked both times; so the man must be on day shift this week, she reasoned.

As she drove away, Meredith made plans to come by next morning. She only had the gun for a few more days.


Aquina had met The Ghost Monday night. Hers was a different relationship with him than many, as she had helped him several years ago, when he was just getting started on his assassin-for-hire career. He had made a mistake and been cornered, and Aquina had helped him get out, not even knowing who he was, but knowing the guys after him were people she didn’t like.

The Ghost had remembered and when Aquina put her name out to the very few who he might have contact with, he responded.

The Ghost had earned his name because he was a master at disguise; some said he was a make-up artist working in movies before he ‘crossed over’; whatever, he changed his appearance remarkably and stayed off anyone’s radar.

He had stopped doing hits in town several years ago, with travelling to other cities being the safer scenario; but for Aquina, he would make an exception. But interesting for him, Aquina wanted to be there, for the kill. He agreed, saying that would make them…even.

“When?” he asked simply.



Jake was growing antsy; since the night with the Delmares, he had just gone to work, done his patrolling and gone home. There had been no incidents this week, it had been quiet and the time was dragging by.

Three more days, he told himself. Three more days.


Jessie was a little annoyed that her ‘slave’s’ schedule and her own meant they had very little time together. Although they slept together, and Jessie made a point of waking Meredith and fucking her no matter what time she made it home. That still wasn’t the same as what she had in her mind.

So tonight, she had given Meredith instructions to meet her at ‘The Green Onion’, a fast-food place near her bar (Schnagel’s). Jessie had also invited one of her bi-gal pals; she wanted to show off her new/old toy.


With only one day to go, Aquina was looking after details. She had decided, for example, to remove the cameras and mics from the rooms and store them away. She had also contacted everyone and said this weekend was dark as they continued to search for Heather.

She had heard from The Ghost and he had an associate ready so they were ‘On Green’ for tomorrow, and just awaiting instructions.

She had only spoken with Claire once; it was hard to even think of her with what Aquina had in her mind. Oddly, though, she had texted…Miss Shareen, in the early morning after…Heather. She had needed to connect to someone, and it couldn’t be Claire.

“You think all I need is time,” Aquina had typed then paused, her mind in conflict, before sighing and typing ‘Mistress’, then sending off the message, aware of the jolt that produced. Shareen Macgregor would always be her mistress, whether she was serving her or not.

It was an hour before the reply came, as Aquina lay on her bed, unable to sleep. “You don’t need to decide, yet, but you do need to consider, so, yes, time.”

Aquina had pondered this, then replied. “Time doesn’t change what happened.”

The reply was much quicker this time. “No, but it softens the pangs of emotion. Now that you’ve had a little time, if you can honestly say you do not feel at home on your knees with me, then just delete this and have done with me. But even now I know you’re thinking of my pussy and how it tastes; how good, how complete, you feel serving it. Tell me I’m wrong.”

Aquina had then lay in confusion, the memory of Heather’s death suddenly rising within her; she had made it to the bathroom in time, and when she had finished retching, and brushed her teeth and calmed down, she had looked again at the message as she lay naked on her bed.

She sighed and typed “Please send me a shot of your pussy, Miss Shareen. Please.”

In a moment the image of the shaved, pink labia had arrived and Aquina had smiled, shook her head in wonder and drifted off to sleep, her hands between her thighs. ****

Meredith entered the restaurant and saw Jessie and another young woman sitting at a corner table. The woman looked to be mid-twenties, short straight brown hair combed in a masculine style, parted on the side. She had black-rimmed glasses and from the way her shirt swelled, fairly large breasts.

When Meredith reached the table, Jessie saluted her. “Ah, our slave has arrived. Kneel, Slave.”

Meredith knelt; she was wearing her nurse’s outfit, so a skirt and blouse. Jessie continued, “Mistress Jane, our slave.”

‘Mistress Jane’ acknowledged the arrival with a nod and a smile, then Meredith was directed to the back of their table, with the window behind her. “Raise your skirt to your waist and keep it there. Check out her tat, Jane.” Jessie directed.

Jane placed a hand on Meredith’s crotch and then ran a finger over her tattoo. “Wonderful,” she murmured, her voice having a hint of an accent. Boston? Jane then raised her hand to Meredith’s mouth and had her suck her index finger, which she then ran very gently along the cleft of Meredith’s sex. She lifted Meredith’s face by her chin and pulled her closer, kissing her warmly.

After the meal, Jessie went to Schnagel’s and Meredith took Jane back to the house. Jane had come prepared, bringing a strap-on harness and a collection of dildos which she put to good use, fucking all of Meredith’s holes energetically for the next two hours, before both women lay spent and satisfied on the bed, before drifting off to sleep.

When Jessie came in at three AM, Jane and Meredith were cuddled together, asleep, Jane’s purple dildo still embedded in the slave.



With the man-cave no longer available to him, Dzyuba would likely go to one of the two bars he favored. Both were in a sketchy part of town and Dzyuba preferred them because of the type of hooker who hung out there; rough trade girls who would do most anything, with most anyone, even a Dzyuba, if the money was okay.

Joe’s and Mickey Finn’s were the two most likely, and they were not far apart. Right now Aquina was parked outside of Dzyuba’s house; what she would do if he didn’t go out tonight she wasn’t sure. She’d deal with that if needed. She had had Dzyuba watched for a while after hooking up with Brandon, and his Friday and Saturday bar visits had been a constant if he wasn’t with ‘the boys’.

At around nine o’clock, Dzyuba emerged as a cab pulled up. When they drove off, Aquina was behind them, and Garth was a couple of blocks along; the plan was to alternate in case the paranoid Dzyuba thought he might be followed.

All went well, and as they approached the waterfront, Aquina placed a text to The Ghost.


The cab pulled over in front of ‘Joe’s’ and Dzyuba got out, walking in that peculiar slouch he used, his lanky frame bent forward. Aquina sat with Garth (they had left her car back a couple of blocks) and watched as Dzyuba paused outside to blow his nose.

“Classy as always,” Aquina remarked and Garth snorted.

Dzyuba entered and went to his usual spot at the bar, looking around. The place was still pretty empty and no hookers, yet. He ordered a beer and began sipping it.

A young couple came in, she white and petite with striking black hair and he a young-ish black guy. Dzyuba of course immediately noticed the super short skirt the girl wore and her very nice round ass, just an inch or so above the hem.

Hmmm, mmm, he thought to himself, exactly his piece of tail.

They ordered and sat one stool over.

(End of Chapter 25)

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A House of Slaves by LongDarkRoad Chapter 24 An Act Of Passion

A House of Slaves 

Chapter 24 

An Act of Passion (Revenge and or retaliation)

Meredith parked her car on one side of the drive-way and hurried into the house.

“Hi you guys, I’m home. Where are you, Mom and Da…” She stopped in her tracks and stared up at the large man blocking her way. Thinking back later, she wondered why she didn’t scream, like they always do in the movies; it was probably because she simply froze, and the next thing she knew a very large hand had closed around her neck and was directing her into the living room.

She stared transfixed and bewildered at the scene before her; both her parents, tied naked, one sitting on a chair, the other tied to the couch. The room swam, she felt the vomit rising in her throat, and then the large hand actually lifted her up and behind a chair where she threw up and then knelt, completely dazed, for a long moment. Then the large hand, holding her by her bunched-up shirt, carried her to the bathroom. A voice then ordered her to clean herself up.

She was next carried/dragged by her shirt again to the living-room doorway and the voice spoke again, telling her to “Get a fucking grip.” At which point she began to wail; but a single stinging, stunning slap brought her back around. The situation was calmly explained to her, as were all the consequences of disobedience, and then she was brought back into the room and she undressed, tears streaming down her face, but complying.

She then stood still, allowing Jake the opportunity to ‘examine’ her; her small, firm tits with large, dark brown areolas; her slim frame with pleasantly rounded buttocks; the dark, brown and thick pubic patch, standing out surprisingly from her crotch. Meredith was unable to face her parents; and they were unable to look at her.

Next thing she knew, she had been forced down before her mother’s spread legs, and was now licking her mother’s vagina. It was not her first vagina, or even her second; Meredith did not make a big deal about her relationships, either with boys or girls, to her parents, who simply would be bewildered by them. But still, this was devastating, especially feeling her mother’s sobs as she was being licked.

Meredith simply focused on giving pleasure, as she had before, and tried desperately not to think of who she was pleasuring. But then, to her horror, the large man who was controlling her, lifted her by her long pony-tail, saying, “Enough of that, now it’s his turn,” and placed her in front of her father. Meredith stared in disbelief at the semi-erect cock inches from her and began to sob, because her father was sobbing, soundlessly as he was gagged, yet his body was moving, throbbing with his sorrow.

The large man grabbed her pony-tail and placed her mouth on the penis and began to move her head up and down, hissing in her ear, “Start sucking or I’ll cut it off and make you eat it.” Shutting out everything, Meredith just focused on the act of sucking, up and down, up and down, and imagined the cock was Drayton’s, the last boy she had had oral sex with.

That young man was very cute, and bi, and Meredith, her friend Jessie, Drayton and his friend Clay had spent one Friday night into Saturday morning having sex in all variations. Slim, young-looking Meredith surprising everyone with her willingness to do anything. She thought of him, his cock, his face, and just sucked and pumped. Her father, however, had his testicles tied off by Jake and was unable to ejaculate, much to Jake’s amusement.

“Okay, you are good at that,” Jake commented. “Looks like you enjoy eating your mom’s pussy and sucking your dad’s cock. That’s good, now c’mon over here.” Jake placed Meredith kneeling before him and she began to now suck his cock. “Are you on the pill?” He asked, and she nodded, without breaking stride in her sucking. “Good.” Jake pulled his cock from her mouth and then positioned Meredith on all fours so her parents could see her and then entered her dog-style as he had her mother.

As he was pounding her, Meredith focused again on the night with Drayton, the most ‘adventurous’ sex night of her young life so far; but, to her growing alarm, she realized she was becoming aroused.

“NO!” she screamed into her mind, and tried to think of other things, anything. Her nursing classes, the fact her car needed service, anything. But then Jake unexpectedly pulled out, much to her relief. It wasn’t for her, though; Jake was saving his orgasm for later.

Jake undid the mom’s hands and re-tied them in front so she could hold his cell phone, which he now gave her, showing her how to take photos and warning her not to mess up. He then explained to Meredith what he wanted from her and what would happen to everyone if he was not happy with her. He then positioned her on his knee and, forcing down the disgust and focusing on the task, Meredith ‘made-out’ with her captor, kissing him, smiling at the camera, opening her legs.

When Jake was satisfied, he dumped the girl on the ground and she sat, body sagged, head down. Jake looked at his cell and was delighted with the pictures. He ungagged the mom and took some photos of her and Meredith kissing and licking each other’s tongues and faces; he had already taken shots of Meredith between her mother’s legs earlier, but he decided he also wanted a couple with the mom actually holding her daughter’s head as she did her thing.

Once that was done he had the mom and daughter both stand as he tied their hands behind them. Bringing out two kitchen chairs, he had the mother and daughter stand on them. He had enough rope left that he was able to tie a loop around the mother’s neck and toss it over one of the beams that ran across their open ceiling, before fastening an end to a large china cabinet.

He then untied the father, goading him into defending his family. The man valiantly tried to attack Jake, but he was so much smaller it was absurd. Jake simply slapped the man’s face, again and again. It is very humiliating to be slapped by another man, especially in front of your wife and daughter, and not be able to do anything. After a couple of minutes, the man simply stayed down, slouching on his knees, blood and spit oozing from his mouth. Jake looked at the mother (both she and Meredith were sobbing again) and asked his name.

“Ah, um…M…Mick-Michael,” The woman stammered.

“Well, well, Mikey, looks like you’re pretty pathetic, doesn’t it, sitting there while your daughter sucks your cock. Watching as another man fucks your wife. Well, let’s see if you’re good for anything. Get on your knees.”

Michael struggled to his knees, his eyes blurry and his face etched in agony. Jake’s cock was hard again, and he placed it against Michael’s lips. “Suck, sissy boy. Let’s see if you’re as good as your daughter.”

With a roar, Michael tried to rise for one last assault, only to be slapped down hard. As Michael looked up from the ground, Jake kicked the chair out from beneath the mother, and she began to swing by her neck.

“NOOooo!!” Meredith screamed.

“No, no, no, God please. No!” Michael bellowed.

Jake easily cradled the woman with one arm, retrieved the chair with his other hand, and placed the woman back.

“One last chance,” Jake warned, grabbing Michael by his hair and squeezing his nose, forcing his still hard cock into Michael’s mouth. He pumped energetically for a few moments, but with all the stimulation he’d had, he was ready, and came fairly quickly.

“Don’t swallow, bitch.” He yelled at Michael, then turned his face and open mouth so the two women could see the white goo laying on Michael’s tongue. “Now swallow, useless slut. At least you’re good at something. Oh look,” Jake pointed, laughing and holding Michael by his hair as he gagged on the semen. “Mikey has another good boner going, he likes it, being my little bitch.”

When Jake let go, Michael simply collapsed on the floor sobbing and completely defeated.


Aquina was watching her computer screen; on it was Pamela and Mary, sitting naked on Pamela’s couch; her home computer now having a camera transmitting back to Aquina just like her office.

“We have missed serving you, Mistress,” Pamela was saying. This time the computer’s mic was working, relaying the audio. Pamela’s earpiece received Aquina’s reply.

“I have been busy, my lovely slaves. But soon I will enjoy you again. I am glad to see you together.”

Both women smiled.


Jake was heading back to his house. He had called in and left a message at his station that he would be away tomorrow; a touch of the ‘flu’; and he had a lot of sick days piled up anyway. He didn’t want to have to rush off to work in the morning.

Sitting in his Jeep, and staring straight ahead, her body rigid with fear, was Meredith.

The final act for the evening saw Jake put both Meredith and (he eventually learned) mom ‘Charlotte’ Delmare, on their knees to suck Michael’s cock one last time. Despite his humiliation and anger, he responded to the two mouths kissing, licking and sucking his battered cock, and when Jake had Charlotte untie the thin rope binding his balls, Michael came with a long, anguished cry; Jake holding Meredith’s head so the entire ejaculation was contained in her mouth.

He held her head in place for over a minute, and then forced her and Charlotte to kiss deeply, before having the women kneel before him. He explained to the three that he would be taking Meredith ‘as insurance’ to make sure they did not do anything foolish, like call the police. He told them he was an officer and flashed his badge, telling them that he would hear if they reported anything, but that Meredith would be returned safely the next day ‘if they were smart’. They both sobbed silently, Charlotte simply sinking to the floor and lying arms clasped around her knees.

Jake had Meredith dress in sweat pants, Tee shirt and sneakers; no panties, bra or socks, and then, with both the parents’ cell phones in his pocket, he directed Meredith out the door and to his Jeep.

“You’d like to kill me, wouldn’t you?” Jake asked with a smirk as they drove.

Meredith did not answer right away. Fighting emotion and the urge to scream at her captor or claw his eyes, she finally replied, “What do you think?” She continued to stare straight ahead.

Jake chuckled, and coming from him, it sounded sinister. “Hey, I wouldn’t blame you. If I were you I’d want to kill me, big time.”

There was a pause before Meredith exploded, “Yes, all right. Yes! I’d love to kill you, fucking right.” She glared at him briefly, then returned to facing forward.

“Ahhh, that’s the spirit,” Jake laughed. “So, what would it be? A knife in my chest? A bullet? Maybe drive your car over me?”

She sat silently, not wanting to take his bait. What was the point? Finally she muttered, “I’d shoot you; in your fat guts, so you’d die slowly.”

Jake laughed, then suddenly pulled over and parked. He un-holstered his Glock, and handed the weapon to Meredith, placing it in her hands and pointing the gun directly back at him. “Go on, then. Do it. Pull the trigger. Blow my fucking brains out. Come On!”

Meredith held the gun, her finger on the trigger. She wanted to. She really wanted to. Her hands began to shake and then tears began running from her eyes once again. Jake took the gun from her hands.

“Didn’t think so,” he grunted, and they drove off. He had never felt more alive.


Friday was busy as usual. Aquina was preparing as tonight there would be seven guests, plus Kate and Anna and the four party girls. Pamela was working out now as someone who could transport the girls, so one less job to worry about. Aquina could now focus with Anna on making sure the food and beverages were well stocked and ready, something Anna enjoyed doing. And today, after a little bit of rearranging, the new seven foot San Fernando Pool table stood awaiting its first players. Kevin and Eric had messed around with it, but tonight would see the first real game, to go along with the poker and the baseball games.

The boys would be in for a surprise if they played her, because Aquina was a very skilled pool player, who might have followed her ability if she hadn’t become close to Sanders, who dissuaded her. She smiled to herself imagining taking them for some dough.


Jake sat in his Jeep, watching the bench at the corner of Clark and Polk streets. Before he released Meredith Wednesday morning, he had made her watch parts of the video and photos he had shot of her ‘in action’, including some he took when he got her back to his place. She hung her head in defeat as image after image showed her doing one graphic sex act after another. Then Jake had made her a deal; meet him Friday and he would not email her college’s website with some of the ‘better action’.

He had watched after he dropped her off at the corner of her block and she walked and then ran to her house, thinking it was fifty/fifty she would show; and then asking himself if he would really publish the photos etcetera. Probably not; too much work.

So today he sat and waited and then just laughed, as the slim figure of Meredith came down the sidewalk, dressed the way he had instructed her; skirt and white blouse. He remembered Jayla and Wanda, and how much more he enjoyed Jayla because he knew how difficult it was for her to submit. Wanda was easy, just like Anna, who he had tired of really after a few months, and why he had to do progressively disgusting things to her; she was so easy.

Meredith had some fire, and it was arousing for Jake to see this girl give in. He honked and rolled down the window, motioning the girl over. He wanted her to come to him, which she did; looking sick. He opened the door and she hesitated, then got in. He drove away before he spoke.

“Good decision…”

“I didn’t have much choice,” she said between gritted teeth.

Jake grinned and they drove in silence for a few blocks, then he asked, “Did you get it?”

Without saying anything she slipped a credit card out of a side pocket. It was her father’s. When she went looking for him, she found him passed out downstairs, an empty bottle of Vodka beside him, so she had had no trouble getting the card. His wallet was still on the table where ‘the monster’ had left it Tuesday night. She had used it before and already knew the pass code.

Jake smiled again. “That’s good. You’ll be done with me soon.”

Meredith stared straight ahead.


Dzyuba was not happy, and he sat in his office, stewing. He had helped the boys, a lot, and now it seemed like he was being shoved off to the sidelines. ‘Don’t touch this girl; don’t do that with that girl; Kate is no longer available. Christ!’ Tonight he planned to do his own thing, and they be damned.    ****          

Jake pulled up outside of a small store in a somewhat shady looking strip mall. The sign said it all, “Tats and Piercings – No Appt.”

“In you go,” Jake pointed.

Meredith looked even more uncomfortable than before, if possible. “Plea-ssee, no…” she begged.

“Hey, this is it. After this I leave you alone. There are lots of other things I could do to you…” Jake warned, and Meredith considered that and believed it to be true.

“So, this is it, for sure?” She looked at him suspiciously.

“Hey, I’m lots of things, but I’m not a liar. This is it. Go in, ask for Della, get your tat and do what she says and then you’re free.”

“And the credit card?”

“Well, someone has to pay for this, and it ain’t going to be me.” Jake grinned again, looking reptilian.

Meredith hesitated, sighed, took a breath, and climbed out, walking quickly to the shop before her nerves gave out. Inside it was dark but not as dingy as she had feared. Two women were there, and one, late forties, looked up and asked, “You…Meredith?”

“Um, y-yes,” she replied.

“This way.” The woman spoke in a monotone and led the way. She was wearing very tight pants that showed off her ample ass, and her tight shirt held two 38C breasts. They went down a short hallway and into a small room with a chair, sort of like a dentist’s, and two kitchen chairs, as well as a sink and cupboards. The woman sat on one chair and indicated Meredith sit on the floor, which she did, hesitantly.

“Okay, Mr. Tucker said you would do a little favor here for me, and then I’ll do your tat at a discount. Get your clothes off.”

Meredith undressed, feeling exposed and vulnerable, and sat back on the floor as the woman tugged down her own pants, revealing a very hairy pussy. The hair was long and black, with hints of grey beginning.

The woman pushed Meredith down so she was lying on the tiled floor and then spread her labia and sucked the folds noisily, before fingering the girl aggressively, and slapping her breasts.

After a few minutes of this, Della murmured, “Okay, slut,” and grabbed Meredith’s head, pushing it down into her crotch where Meredith began to lick, by habit, her tongue going into the crevices and her lips sucking on the woman’s nether lips effectively, if not as loudly.

Della’s pussy had large inner labia that poked out and Meredith focused on these at first, sucking and pulling them, noting Della’s response. Meredith then shifted to the clitoris, which was not much more than a button but was clearly sensitive as Della began to moan and jerk her hips.

If asked, Meredith would likely admit to preferring cock-sucking, because of the sense of ‘success’ when you got a guy to blow; women could have several little orgasms, and sometimes it was uncertain if things were over, but not this time. Della actually gushed, Meredith thinking the woman had urinated, but it was just a lot of ‘pussy juice’ as Meredith and her friends called it, and then Della sighed and closed her eyes for a moment.

She recovered quickly, sitting up and kissing Meredith several times, before sighing and saying, “Okay, down to business.”

She had Meredith lie on the ‘operating chair’ as she prepared her, shaving her pubic region completely. In twenty minutes Meredith was running the credit card and heading out the door, her pubic region now adorned with the word ‘SLAVE’ in Gothic font. Right now her crotch was numbed, but the woman had given her six pain killers for later, saying it usually wasn’t too bad.

Meredith climbed into the car but did not look at the leering face of her nemesis.

“So, let’s see.”

Goddamn, Meredith thought in rage, as tears began leaking from her eyes; Stop Crying!

She lifted her skirt and Jake looked over the work.

“Very nice,” he murmured, “Very, very nice. Now you have something to remember me by.” He took a shot with his cell, “And I have one more shot of you, to go with all the others.”

He laughed and then they drove off.

****      ****

Meredith sat on her bed in just her Tee shirt. Her tattoo was beginning to cause her discomfort, so it was probably time for a pill, but it wasn’t terrible. She held a mirror and looked at the markings from different angles. She actually didn’t mind the ‘branding’, just who had made her do it. Could she live with that? She had learned the asshole’s name: Jake Tucker. She was going to track him, he needed…retaliation, she needed revenge; but he was a cop, so it would be hard. She had to think.

As she sat, she realized that the house was very quiet. She knew her mother and father were here; they had just disappeared into themselves for now. Her mom had come to her for a bit, but even just being together was hard.

The memories were too fresh.

Meredith picked up her cell and called her friend and sometime lover Jessie. After some idle chat, Meredith announced, “I got a tattoo for you.”

“Say whaaaat?” Jessie asked.

“I said, I’ve tattooed myself for you.” Pause.

“Sweet. Does that mean you’ve like, reconsidered?” Jessie asked, caution in her voice.

There was another pause, longer; then Meredith spoke quietly, “Yes.”


The evening was winding down. The poker had been civilized and pleasant, the baseball games essentially ignored, no one played darts but the new pool table was popular, as was the pinball machine. And Dzyuba had stayed low key throughout the evening, only groping a girl a couple of times.

“Not stripping tonight, Heath?” Mindi asked.

“Nah, Aquina said it wasn’t necessary; this group is really more, um, business-like, like.”

“Yeah,” Mindi agreed, “my ass is in good shape,” she grinned.

“Keep your eye on Ol’ Creepy,” Heather warned, nodding at Dzyuba. “The night’s not over yet.”

Mindi nodded in agreement, and the two young women got busy putting away what they could.


“So you need to get your sweet ass over here, lover,” Jessie said.

“My tattoo’s sore, J. Doesn’t tomorrow work?”

“No, Meredith. See, that’s the problem. If you are serious about serving me, and it was your idea, remember, to begin with, then you can’t keep fucking around.” Jessie paused. “It won’t work, so I’m not gonna believe you.”

“Okay, okay…I’m sorry. I actually do want to be with you.” Another pause. “What do you want me to wear?”


Jake sat watching his latest videos; they were unbelievable. His only regret was that he didn’t have someone recording him all the time. He would have loved to have had all the stuff with him and sissy boy Mikey.

Oh well, it probably didn’t matter. He looked up at his calendar; he had circled Sunday the twentieth; his wedding day. Ha! Too fuckin’ crazy. He aimed his shotgun at the T.V. “Ka-Pow,” he said quietly. “A toast for the bride.”

Just a few more days.


“So what are you wearing?” Aquina asked, in a voice barely above a whisper, even though around her was the chatter of the group getting things together and heading off. Claire had called and she wanted to speak with her for a moment, and no one else needed to hear.

Interestingly, after meeting her, Brandon had asked Aquina straight out, “Is Claire, I dunno, your girlfriend or something?” He wasn’t snotty or anything, he just seemed genuinely curious.

Aquina had smiled, mysteriously she imagined, before replying, “Well, she’s a girl…and she’s my friend…”

“Funny,” Brandon had mocked. “Very funny.”

Aquina’s attention was brought back to her conversation. “I’m lying on my bed, alone, so…I’m not wearing…anything,” Claire chuckled.

“I like the sound of that,” Aquina commented, “maybe I will come over and make sure everything is…okay?”

“Would you like me to touch myself, A?” It was Claire’s turn to mock, although she actually was serious.

Aquina needed to control her reaction. “I’m thinking you will anyway,” she chuckled, “and we’ll see, my sweet, if I can get away from here.”

Meanwhile, as the group thinned out, Dzyuba angled himself behind the slim form of Heather Barr. “Your boss sez I get a night cap tonight, baby-girl. C’mon.” And he began herding her toward the nearest bedroom, a hand on her rump.

Because of where they were standing, no one else had noticed.

(End of Chapter 24)

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A House of Slaves by LongDarkRoad Chapter 23 So Much Older Then

A House of Slaves 

Chapter 23 So Much Older Then (Temptation is a bitch)

“Ah-hah,” Smithfield exclaimed, poring over one of the reports from the bust heists of the ‘Park Gang’, as he now called them. In an interview with a new recruit that had been buried and forgotten under other interviews, one of the two arrested men stated for the record that he thought they had about twenty-five thousand in cash and two boxes of pills, various.

The arrest record turned in by the boys was clear: eighteen thousand and one box of pills. But on closer examination, the pills weren’t ‘various’; they were very specific: Fentanyl and Rohypnol, in bags. The reason Smithfield remembered this was that the Fentanyl in pills was powerful and there were a couple of deaths which brought this particular situation to everyone’s attention.

Following up on a tip (everyone was working their sources like crazy) a low-level dealer was caught with; a box of pills; Fentanyl and Rohypnol. Now, if the dosages of the Fentanyl were the same as the Park bust, then things would get very interesting, especially if that busted dealer would talk.


Aquina had avoided seeing Claire (her trip explained some of her absence) for she had not wanted her to see her bruised condition. Aquina had been coming up with excuses, but tonight she decided it was time to bring her blonde lover farther into her world, and that included knowing Aquina’s…‘interests’. 

“Aquina!” Claire exclaimed, answering the call, her voice as always youthful-sounding and excited.

“Claire, I’ve missed your voice.”

And the two chatted amicably for several minutes, with it decided that Sunday they would get together and Aquina would bring her to the house. They said goodbyes with much fondness, although Claire hid her disappointment at not seeing Aquina tonight.


The party nights had been a hit from the first, and Saturday was no exception. People enjoyed themselves, no one lost a lot of dough, Kate and Anna had found roles as ‘hostesses’; the group of Heather, Mindi, Bobbi and now Mary were groped and fondled but no one got overly aggressive.

And no one missed Jake, or Dzyuba for that matter, although Brandon did make the point that he still had his uses and should likely be included next time. Aquina agreed, reluctantly.

The evening was ending, but Eric and Kevin were now debating the merits of buying a pool table; they had the space set aside after all, and that is where Aquina left them, to argue the pros and cons. Aquina then joined Adam and Anna as they made their way to ‘their’ room. She had something for Anna; Adam was a little concerned with it at first, but then saw the merit.

It was Aquina’s .22 caliber pistol, her ‘Deuce Deuce’ as she called it, and she wanted Anna to have it. She still didn’t trust Jake and believed protection was valuable. She spent a few minutes going over firing etcetera, but Jake had made Anna handle his service handgun so often she took to the little gun very well.

Aquina went to bed thinking of tomorrow’s visit with Claire. She regarded her bruised pubic area; she had allowed her dark, curly pubic hair to begin to grow back; but the bruises were still alarming. Oh well, she would give Claire the whole deal; she had had enough with secrets. As her fingers traced the tattoo word ‘slave’, she shook her head, memories rising like ghosts to haunt her.


Jake looked down at the terrified woman on the floor before him; a hooker he had picked up earlier that night. He had driven around for over an hour until he saw one that fit his needs; she looked a lot like Anna; short; dark.

Jake had been careful to pick her up in an isolated area; one with no cameras and not a lot of activity.

After having her clean his boots thoroughly for half an hour with her tongue, he now had her with her legs spread on the ground before him. His loaded Glock was pushed into her vagina, and he was making her beg for her life.

Jake sipped his beer, finished it and added it to the four empties on the table, as he opened another. He was pretty sure he was going to kill this woman, he just needed to decide on how. But for now, he needed to piss.

“Open your mouth, fucking whore,” he barked.

“P-pl-please, sir. Please. Don’t do this. I…”

Jake’s huge paw of a hand hit the woman and sent her sprawling. “I told you to fucking shut up; just how fucking stupid are you? Now open your Goddamn mouth and get on your knees.”

The woman opened her mouth and closed her eyes, as Jake unzipped his fly.


Claire and Aquina stood side by side in the living area of the house, surveying the ‘boy toys’. “Is that a…stripper’s stage?” Claire asked, with a nod and wonder in her voice. Stripping was actually one of her fantasies, but something else she had shared with no one. For a moment, pushing down her excitement, she remembered again that afternoon long ago with Cindy and Melissa. She imagined herself on the stage and smiled.

“Yep, it’s a big male fantasy, babe; and we have one party girl who has stripped professionally and is very good.”

Claire gave a thumbs-up. “Wow, this really is a man-cave. Although even I could go for those flat screens; they’d be great for movies.” Or watching porn; Claire pondered with a smile to herself, considering the whole new world of sexuality she hadn’t thought about before.

Why hadn’t she shared this, interest, with Aquina yet, she wondered? She really had no excuse now.

Aquina laughed, “I wouldn’t know about movies, all we’ve ever watched on these suckers is sports.”

They then sat in the kitchen nook area and had coffee as various residents arose, entered and were introduced. Brandon looked with great interest at Claire, and then back at Aquina, understanding showing in his face.

In time, the ‘traffic’ slowed and Aquina took Claire up to her den/bedroom. As Claire embraced her and began responding to the kisses, Aquina gently directed her to a chair, saying “I need to talk to you a little. There are some things I want to tell you, things I want you to know.”

Then, in a quiet and steady stream, Aquina related her relationship with Harriet Smith and the beginning of her need for submissiveness; and how she had played both roles effectively over the years, dominant and sub, depending on the situation; but that from time to time her desire had led her into mistress/slave pairings with her as the slave; it was a need. She then told Claire about Shareen Macgregor, ending with what had happened recently.

Claire’s face held emotions from wonder to concern to alarm to interest, sometimes great interest, as she listened.

“But now,” Aquina said, kneeling in front of Claire and holding her face in both hands, “Now, I want to work on being with you.”

They embraced for several minutes. With her face against the other’s, Claire asked quietly. “Is this why you never wanted to do anything else with like, me; I mean, after that first afternoon with Bobbi? Because you are a, um, what, a slave?”

Why the thought of dominating Claire bothered her, or why she resisted it, Aquina didn’t know. It was like two sides of a coin, only she was the coin.


Jake pressed the duct tape down over the woman’s mouth. He had brought her down to the basement, into the room he had used with Anna quite often. He had a mattress on the floor with hooks he had put in the corners, allowing him to tie Anna in a spread-eagle fashion, which was how he had tied the woman now. He regarded her slim body, tattooed and pierced in several places.

He gripped a small labia ring and pulled it, causing the woman to wince and move her hips, with Jake responding by slapping her face. She had two silver nipple rings as well. Jake tugged on these and the woman closed her eyes and lay still.

“You dumb bitches play right into our hands; rings through your tits; great. Love it. Look what I can do to you.” And Jake tugged the rings up, pulling the woman’s nipples and stretching them, causing much discomfort; the woman’s eyes popped open. Jake looked at them; they held fear…maybe even terror.

Good, Jake thought, she should be terrified.


An hour after Claire had left, ‘to think things over’, the doorbell chimed, and Aquina thought it was Claire returning, but was amazed to see Shareen Macgregor standing on the landing. Her initial response was surprise, and then, strangely, no dislike or awkwardness, as she forced down her desire to kneel.

She invited Macgregor in without any drama and they went up to her room as the living room was now crowded with ‘the boys and girls’. Macgregor sat again in the same chair she had sat in the day Aquina had promised her an hour of ‘service’. What has happened since then, Aquina pondered briefly, then forced herself to focus on the present.

“I see you are…moving around much better,” Macgregor remarked, conversationally.

Aquina, now feeling an odd mix of emotions, as that voice caressed her, smiled and replied cordially, “Yes, it’s much improved. Um, thank you for the pills, by the way. They really helped.”

Now an awkward pause finally emerged, the two women just sitting. Macgregor was fussing with her hands, a nervous habit, so Aquina spoke. “I am…surprised you have come to see me.”

Macgregor looked at her now with that same sad look she had before, the last time they spoke.

“I…um, I thought about coming to see you the next day, and the day after that; then I remembered you mentioning you were going away for a quick trip, and now…I needed to see you Aquina. I understand if you just tell me to…well, fuck off. I hope you won’t. I don’t think you will.” She paused now, perhaps watching for a reaction.

Aquina located her cigarillos and lit one; her own nervous habit. Macgregor smiled and mouthed ‘Tut tut’ as Aquina inhaled. The tension seemed to break.

“I don’t hate you, mmm, um, Shareen. I’m not even angry at you. That has all gone. I don’t know what there is, now, or what you want from me. Or what I want. I need…time, I guess,” she sighed, her gaze to the floor.

Macgregor studied the other, contemplating. “I felt guilt, you need to know that. I even had Mrs. B punish me, not for what was done to you but that I wasn’t strong enough to protect you. I should have intervened, at some point. I didn’t, and I was angry and disappointed in myself. I have left Jarvais’s group.”

They sat in silence for a long while. “And now you need to assess.” Aquina looked up, then down again. “You are a pathetic slave; I know you realize that.” Macgregor stood and regarded Aquina, who looked away again; that would likely never change; this woman was superior to her; that was her reality. “We are bound together, slave, but you need to decide, no one can do that for you. What happened to you was nasty, I admit that, but that really doesn’t change anything…important.”

Macgregor headed toward the door, stopping and bending down to kiss her slave. Aquina, her mind in turmoil, opened her mouth to accept the probing tongue, and then sat breathing heavily as Macgregor softly kissed her face and throat, then looked into her face.

Fingers trembling, Aquina slipped her blouse and bra off and lifted both breasts for Macgregor to kiss and suck, moaning softly. She then slid slowly down, and from her knees undid Macgregor’s slacks, and pulled them and the thong down as well, kissing the soft thighs before tenderly kissing the familiar, tight, pinkish labia, and moaning more, loving the woman’s scent, with Macgregor’s hands in her hair.

When Macgregor left fifteen minutes later, Aquina marvelled at the feeling of peace now within her, as she thought of both Macgregor and Claire. Was she a fool?

Or was she, she considered, actually a blessed woman?

In a moment her cell chimed a message. “Slave,” it read, “you belong to me and that is simply the way it is; but take your time. I am sorry for what happened to you. I am. But you are what you are. And you know how to find me.”

Aquina read the message and closed her eyes; life was never easy, she considered, as she sat, still naked.


It was nearly nine, but there was still light out, and Jake was able to make out the area he had selected quite well. It was off a minor road, and was not near any habitation of any kind; there was a grove of trees and some bush; it was very doubtful anyone would be nosing around here. He carried the body of the woman wrapped in a rug. There was no blood, so he would take the carpet back, he decided, as he tossed the body into the underbrush.

Just like garbage, he thought, trudging back to his Jeep.


It was now almost nine-thirty when Aquina’s phone lit up; a message from Claire. Aquina lifted the device up with both anticipation and trepidation.

“I’m outside. Didn’t want to ring your bell,” was the simple message, and Aquina slipped on her slacks and blouse and hurried down to open the door. Claire was standing, looking uncertain.

“Come in, come in, you.” When Claire entered, Aquina hustled here up to her room, tossing her light jacket on the bed and gripping her in a warm embrace. Then she covered Claire’s mouth completely, absolutely, with her own, sucking her lips and tongue into her mouth as if she wanted to devour them. In a few minutes she had her face buried between Claire’s thighs as the woman moaned softly.

For her part, Claire was remembering some of the things that Aquina had shared with her; the things she had done in submission. “Do you have any video of you being used as a slave?” She quietly asked later as they lay together.

Aquina raised her head and looked at her companion. “Why, sweets?”

Claire smiled, looking young. “I’d like to watch, A,” she said, simply and truthfully.  


Tuesday night, and Jake was reviewing his plans. In the front door and take out whomever he met first. It was important that he get Anna and Aquina alive; he wanted that traitor Brandon and that faggy, little, cunt lawyer to watch, so he would need to take out or control the others. He could wait until the weekend, and really have a turkey shoot, but that could be too many bodies to handle.

It wasn’t enough to kill these bitches, he needed to make a statement and he wanted an audience. He had enjoyed killing the hooker on Sunday, deciding in the end to strangle her, which allowed him the chance to actually watch her die. To see the life leave her eyes. He masturbated on her face afterwards, only to regret that because of possible DNA. He had poured some bleach on her then, which was not a bad idea anyway, he had reasoned.

Somewhere in his mind, Jake realized that his own death would likely be part of the equation, unless he eliminated every witness; but there was a good chance evidence would lead back to him. He was okay with dying, but he needed it to be right.

He could go over there right now; that thought actually got his heart racing, but he wasn’t ready. The woman on Sunday had whet his appetite; he had gloried in the control, the incredible thought of deciding on life or death. He wanted more of that, but not another hooker; that didn’t excite him anymore.

He did know what he wanted, however, even before he nabbed that woman off the street. Several days before he had seen a couple in the Walgren’s; he was a stupid little dink of a man but the woman was quite nice looking. They were holding hands as they shopped, and stopping every now and then for a kiss. Fuck!

Jake, thinking he might puke at the disgusting behavior, had followed them, got their licence number, ran it and got their address. He had actually driven there on Sunday but decided to try for an easier target, like a street walker, first. He took out his wallet and found the slip of paper with the address. Then he went and got his guns; he now took his shotgun with him everywhere. He went out to his Jeep.

He was ready.


Mrs. B. took the phone that Maria had answered. She still preferred land line phones over cells for ‘polite conversation’. However, after answering, her tone changed. She waited until Maria was down the hall, “Why are you calling me at this number?” she asked, her voice containing an unpleasant edge.

“Sorry,” the male voice on the other end replied, “just thought you’d want this info.”

“Yes, yes, go on, you have my attention now.”

“Yeah, well I think drugs from your shipment are turning up here in New York, but not with our regular dealers. Others. I gotta believe this extra is from our hi-jacked shipment. I’m following up some tips; we might still find those bastards.”

Belvedere smiled. She didn’t care so much about the lost money; she could handle that; she cared about the principle of the thing. You have to maintain control; that was the thing, always.

“Keep me informed, but send me another burner and use that. Are we clear?”

“We’re clear, Mrs. Carruthers.”  


The man was on his knees, fighting for his breath. The woman was on her knees too, crying and pleading. “Please, don’t hurt him, please stop. Wh-what do you want?”

“I want you to follow orders,” Jake said in a calm voice. He felt immense, towering over these two. It had been so easy coming in, taking over. He was in complete control. “Who’s that?” Jake asked, pointing to a picture on a table, showing the man and the woman and a girl.

“Th-that’s our, our d-daughter. She, she’s at college. P-please, tell us what you want.”

Jake picked the woman up by the hair and her husband made a desperate attempt to grab Jake’s leg. Only to receive a vicious kick in the ribs that left him rolling in agony.

“Are you going to do what you’re told?” Jake asked the woman.

“Ye-yes. Yes, please, stop.”

“Okay, but every time you are slow or make me wait, he gets hurt, and then you get hurt. Okay?”

The woman nodded her head and Jake instructed her to take off her husband’s clothes. She hesitated for a moment and Jake moved to deliver another kick and she sprang to action, stripping her husband, helping him into a chair and tying his hands as Jake watched.

Jake had had her find some rope and she had found some that was quite thin. He watched now as the woman tied off her husband’s testicles; to Jake’s specification, and then completely taped over his mouth.

She then began to suck her husband’s cock as Jake watched. When the husband finally sported an erection of sorts, his eyes filled with pain, hatred and tears, Jake had the woman undress and crawl back to him. He whispered in her ear, explaining what he would do if she did not follow his directions exactly.

With shaking hands and tears streaking down her face, the woman unzipped Jake’s pants and pulled out his cock and began sucking it, directly in front of her bound husband, who closed his eyes. Jake stood and leaned forward, then slapped the husband across the face, before putting his hands around the woman’s throat.

“You close your eyes again asshole and she pays. Got it.”

The man nodded his head, his face purple with rage, the veins standing out on his neck. Jake had the woman continue sucking him; he had gotten hard and felt confident. He turned the woman around and began vigorously fucking her dog-style, occasionally pulling her head back and slapping her ass. Then he paused, turning the woman so she looked at her husband.

“That’s quite the boner your hubby has there,” Jake noted with a laugh; the husband’s erection was now standing straight up. “I think he likes seeing you being fucked.” Jake leaned down and whispered to the woman, then began fucking her again.

“Oh, oh God. Fuck me, M-master. Fuck me like a hw-whore,” the woman whimpered, half-heartedly. Jake pounded her some more, then pulled out. He didn’t want this to end just now. He lifted the woman and made her lead him to the bedroom.

“Okay, tell me where you keep your sex toys,” Jake demanded.

“I–I don’t have…um, such things,” the woman stammered looking anywhere but at the hulking menace in front of her. Jake saw something in her face and persisted.

“Okay, I’ll look then, Sweetie, but if I find anything I am going to put a bullet in hubby, deal?”

The woman looked up, horror on her face. “Please, wait…”

“Okay then. Show me now, stupid bitch.”

The woman led him to a chest of drawers and directed him to one, which he opened. “At the bottom, under the s-sweaters,” she stammered, and Jake retrieved a smallish pink and a slightly larger flesh-colored dildo.

“Stupid hubby doesn’t know about these, does he?” Jake asked, a leer on his round face.

The woman just looked down, shaking and moving her head side to side.

“Perfect,” Jake declared, a large grin now on that face. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this good; maybe high school with the two girls.


Meredith Delmare looked at the text from home; now twenty-one, her parents didn’t usually contact her when she was out with friends. She checked the time; just after eleven; hmmm, odd. She had planned to stay at one of her friend’s, but if there was a problem at home she should get back there. She considered; she’d had two glasses of wine, but it had been over three hours and she had eaten something; so, she should be ‘okay’ to drive.

“Hey, sorry; gotta go,” she said, waving.

“What’s up now?” Jessie asked, looking at the slim, dark-haired girl, who was so unpredictable.

“Not sure, got a text from the parentos, so…anyway, call you later, for real.”

When Meredith got in her car she called home, but no answer. Now she was a little concerned. She pulled out of the parking lot and headed south.

Back at her house, Jake smiled when the wife’s phone chimed and the caller was ‘Meredith’, followed a couple of minutes later with a text saying she was on her way.

Jake looked down at the couple; the husband on his knees and the wife shoving the pink dildo in and out of the man’s ass; Jake had already forced the flesh-colored dildo up the woman’s ass. He had then gone through her cell phone and found the correspondence with Meredith and put two and two together, aware now she was the daughter. He had then sent her a text.

“Good,” Jake barked, “Put the thing in as far as you can and then get the cunt back on the chair.”

The woman did as directed and the husband was now back sitting up, although with some difficulty, as his ribs were still very sore. The woman’s eyes were red from crying and her eye shadow was a mess, as was her hair.

Jake had found some beer in the fridge and was now on his second, as he paused to tie the woman to the couch.

He fastened her ankles, with some of the rope she had found, to the feet at either end of the couch, so her legs were wide open. Jake stuffed the woman’s panties in her mouth and covered it with tape. He next took several photos with his cell, and then sat back with his beer to wait.


Brad Smithfield closed up the file and placed it on the desk in his home office. He got up to make some coffee and think over what he had found. He had located and interviewed the dealer who had been arrested with the ‘box of pills’; there was no doubt they were companions to the ones in the ‘Park’ bust, and the dealer related how ‘two big guys’ had sold him the box.

“Do you think they were cops?” Smithfield had asked, but the man looked at his shoes, fidgeted and said nothing. Smithfield had taken that as a ‘yes’.

Smithfield now looked at the files, including photos, for Park and his friends; certainly Jake Tucker and Brandon Park qualified as ‘two big guys’. Goddamn, he thought, temptation is a bitch and youth thinks they know all.

For some reason a snippet from a long-forgotten song flitted though Smithfield’s memory…‘for I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now’.

Too bad, thought Smithfield, too bloody bad.

(End of Chapter 23)

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A House of Slaves by LongDarkRoad Chapter 22 So Easily It Returns

A House of Slaves By LongDarkRoad

Chapter 22 So Easily It Returns (A little forgiveness)

Jake Tucker sat in his undershirt and boxers in front of his computer. He had a late shift today so had time now to do what he wanted. Right now he was looking at old videos; he had kept everything; ev-er-y-thing, he had ever recorded, of him doing whatever to different people, starting with the shots of ‘Ace’ Donval, right up to the videos of Anna. He had even taken Brandon’s ‘recordings’ when the man planned to delete them.

Right now he was watching some video ofthe two high school girls, JaylaUba andWanda Banik. After being abused, raped and threatened by Jake and Brandon, the two girls had done…nothing, which was what the boys had thought would be the case. The real test however would be the following Friday; the girls had been told to be at the very bench where they had been abused the previous week, at eight PM.

The video Jake was watching was from later on that Friday night, but what he was remembering was the feeling he had had as he and Brandon were driving to the spot. He was ‘on pins and needles’ until he saw the two girls, sitting obediently on the bench, waiting for their tormentors. Holy Fuck! Jake had shouted in jubilation and Brandon had laughed.

Brandon. Fuck, what had happened?? That Goddamn Aquina was what had happened. Oh well, Brandon had made his choice. And sometimes with choices, they end up being …wrong. Everything has its price. Yes, thought Jake, they would know that, for fucking sure.  


Mary Johnson hesitated a moment and looked around the room. She’d need to make one more trip back, there were still a few items that she couldn’t fit in her bags; but she had clothes and personal things. She headed down to the front entrance; Pamela would be picking her up soon to take her to work.

And then tonight she would be going back to Pam’s house. Every time she thought of that, her heart raced. Why had she never thought about being with a woman before? Well, maybe she had, but not deeply enough.


Nine-thirty AM and Adam Abrahmson looked up from his desk as a courier entered. He signed for the letter and carefully opened it with his letter blade. Spreading it neatly on his desk, he inhaled sharply. It was the document he had prepared for Jake Tucker. And it had been signed. And witnessed. Oh my God, thought Adam. Oh my God.


Ten AM and Macgregor, feeling some unease, thought it was time to see what was up. She texted, “Dear Slut-Slave. I hear you have left without permission. Text back now. Your Mistress.” She pressed send and put the phone down and turned to her computer, checking some blood analysis reports for patients.


Aquina had made her way downstairs cautiously. She was glad then that all the slaves were ‘gone’; Melissa, Kate and Anna, who was at Adam’s now on a trial basis. They would likely be moving back into this house permanently, but Adam needed to deal with his aging mother who he cared for. The woman liked Anna however, so it worked out and today Anna was with her and Aquina had the house to herself. The pain had lessened but she still had some difficulty walking.

And she needed to get better in a hurry; as she was leaving for the Cayman’s on Thursday. Her phone buzzed with a text; from Macgregor. She looked at the name of the sender. She looked at the message. She felt; numb. No anger. No fear. Just numb. She sat and considered. ‘What to say’? What did she feel? Numb. She decided to ignore the text for now, and went to make herself some coffee and breakfast.

Ten-thirty AM her doorbell chimed and Aquina froze; could it be…? She made her way slowly to the door and opened it cautiously to…Bella.


“Oh hi. Hi. Hi! Please…come in.”

They embraced and Bella asked, “Feeling any better?”

Aquina grinned, shrugging her shoulders, “I’m still very banged up but it is a little better and that’s thanks to you. Thank you. Thank you. How can I ever repay you?”

“Oh stop that. I did the right thing. Thanks is good. Stop worrying about it and that’s an order.”

They smiled at each other for a moment. Bella continued. “I’ve just come along to say good-bye. I’m off to Europe?”

“But why…?”

“Okay, yes; Arlana and I had a big fight and I think it’s better to just be away from her, for a while…”

Aquina interjected, “But that’s because of me; that’s not right, I…”

“Hey, let it go. Arlana was wrong and I did what was right; that’s that. It’s time for something else for me anyway; something away from here. I’m starting with Paris and working my way to Amsterdam, so don’t be worrying about me. This is good, and when I get back we can maybe get together.”

“Bella, thank you again. This is unbelievable.”

“Hey, you take care“, Bella said, and then looked at her. They separated and held hands for a moment, then Bella turned. “Good-bye, and see you later.”

“Good-bye. And good luck. Watch yourself in Amsterdam; the women are all gorgeous.” They laughed, and Bella turned and walked down the sidewalk to her waiting cab.

Aquina went inside; time for some more pain killers.

One PM, Aquina’s phone rang; an actual call was coming in. Looking, she saw it was Macgregor. She paused, considered and wavered briefly, then pressed ‘Decline’, and leaned back, an ice pack between her thighs, fighting emotions. She needed to think.

Two PM, the doorbell chimed again. And, once again, Aquina moved cautiously to the door. She opened it and this time, it was Shareen Macgregor. Aquina leaned against the door frame and regarded the woman; her pulse had quickened and a rush of emotions went through her that she fought to control, but she managed to speak calmly, although she still needed to look down.


Macgregor regarded her; Aquina looked up quickly; she was not quite sure of what was going on behind that expressionless face.

“You’re not going to invite me in?” Macgregor asked calmly.

Aquina paused; anger and sadness were vying for control; but this woman still had a hold on her, and  she needed time to sort all this out. “I guess,” she said quietly.

A flicker of something showed briefly on Macgregor’s face. “I have something I want you to listen to,” she said quietly and came forward.

No mention so far from either of them of slave or mistress, but Aquina did feel the need for something from…this woman. Maybe answers; anything. Could she simply say goodbye to…her mistress? She opened the door wider and said. “Okay, come in.”

Macgregor preceded her and sat on a couch. She then watched as Aquina moved slowly to an armchair across from her. Macgregor seemed affected.

“You, ummmm, are hurting, no doubt.”

Aquina looked at Macgregor and held her emotions in place. She spoke with some care; but firmly and simply. “I hurt. I have injuries. I am bruised. You know, I was bleeding. My nipples were nailed to boards. You were there. You saw it.” Emotions now rising, Aquina looked at the other, then looked down.

Macgregor paused, gathering her thoughts, then placed a small black device on the table. “Please listen,” she said and started the recording. It was Aquina, speaking when they had met last week at the coffee shop.

“I want to serve you; to be on my knees, to bury my face in your sex. I want you to whip me, and punish me. I…I want you to. I…need that from…you. I want you to hurt me, to use me, to abuse me. I want others to see my devotion to you. I…love being your toy and your, um, slut, being degraded by you. It’s, it’s like a drug.”

“That was what you, mmm, wanted,” Macgregor spoke calmly.

Aquina gazed back, emotions within her still at war, but admitting to herself that she had said those things, so now what? “Okay, so you, mmm, recorded me, and now you’re playing that back…” Aquina said, her voice rising a little with emotion, but still keeping it together. At that moment she needed at least an acknowledgement of her suffering by this woman.

“To hurt me, to use me, to abuse me…those were your words, Aquina.”

“Yes,” Aquina said after a moment. She sighed, “Those were.” She sat, unable to face Macgregor, finally just saying, “I need to go lie down.” She stood painfully, and started slowly back up the stairs.

Macgregor called from below, “So you want me to just leave? That’s it?”

Aquina sighed; she still felt numb, she didn’t want to think of anything, really. Was this actually freedom, now, of a sort? She’d consider that later. She continued on up to her room, forcing herself not to look back, not to think of what she felt when she knelt before the woman waiting back downstairs. She settled in front of her computer.

She needed to occupy her mind, so she found the latest feed from Kwong and Mary. She pulled it up and began watching, when she heard movement and saw from the corner of her eye Macgregor come and lean against her door frame.

The woman spoke quietly. “I, mmm, I didn’t mean for you to be…injured, Aquina. Please…believe that.”

Aquina looked up at her, still finding it hard to speak openly. Where to go from here? “You saw what was happening. You did nothing. You didn’t even bother to check me later.”

“I, um, I tried to.”

Aquina sighed, wrestling with the emotions now rising. “Well, you didn’t, um, succeed. Someone else did. Someone else showed concern and helped me. It wasn’t you….” Aquina said quietly, forcing away the thought of wanting Macgregor to admit she was wrong, and to admit her affection for her ‘slave’, in some way.

But Macgregor stood leaning, head down, in silent thought. In a few moments she looked up, her face showed; sadness? Pain? Aquina wasn’t sure; she forced herself to focus again on the computer screen.

Finally the woman said it, “I am sorry,” Macgregor murmured quietly. “I am not sorry for putting you into that situation, it was what you wanted and asked for; I am sorry for not going to you. Checking on you. You are, were, my slave. You were my responsibility and you were hurt. Arlana told me that in the club, slaves must be left alone; they are property and must accept what is done to them. We, the women, cannot…feel for them. She and Maureen blocked my way when I tried to go back…”

Aquina sat still. She felt less empty but still resolved to stay this course, whatever it was, for now; she wasn’t sure about anything. She just needed time. Time. And space. “Well, I guess everyone makes choices…” her voice trailed off. This was harder than she expected, with her anger now gone.

“So…” Macgregor’s voice was barely above a whisper, “now what?”

Aquina lit one of her long, slim cigars, considering. “I need to be alone, mis…, um, Shareen,” she said simply. She needed to sort out her thoughts, and having Macgregor there made it hard; she was feeling pain within her now as well as the physical.

The two women looked at each other; Macgregor looked away. You could see she was struggling with her own thoughts. She then angrily brushed a tear from her eye and stared down, breathing hard. Aquina simply waited; what would Macgregor say? The tears, strangely, did affect her. She forced her mind from that.

Macgregor’s voice was small, almost choked when she  spoke. “Okay, fine. Fine. Will you at least let me look at you, to…check your, um, injuries?”

“Thank you, Shareen, but I’m good, really. I just want my space, now. I need to think and heal…” Aquina said softly; there was no anger in her voice now; she actually felt no anger now with Macgregor or with anyone really. Just numbness.

“Okay,” Macgregor replied. Reaching into her handbag she pulled out a pad of paper, wrote something and pulled off the sheet handing it to Aquina. “It’s a pain prescription, better than what you probably have.”

Aquina looked at it, “Thank you,” she said, simply.

“Well.” Macgregor tried to smile. “I will let myself out.” Then she turned and left. Aquina listened and heard the door close, feeling a stab of something.

She put her head down on the desk, sadness now filling the void, Harriet Smith’s face appearing once again.


Claire moved her hand between her thighs. Sanders was out, again, and there was not a lot to do at the office. She had moved on in her porn viewing from women giving blow-jobs, to women doing things with other women.

She was watching now a video found under the search ‘White Slave Girls’. In the video a blonde was on her knees, a collar around her neck with a leash attached. A beautiful and dominating woman was holding the other end of the leash and the woman on her knees was looking up with devotion.

Claire squeezed her labia and moaned softly.


Brad Smithfield hung up his phone. He had just had a discussion with Clem Ridgeback, one of his IA team, and a guy who had tried a sting on Brandon Park and his officer friends (Jake Tucker, Eric (his brother) and Kevin Riggs). They had done the sting just because of the amount of activity these guys were involved with, in a relatively short period of time; it was unusual to say the least; but the boys came through clean.

Add this to a conversation Smithfield had had earlier with one of the guys who had been arrested in a ‘Park’s’ bust; he had asked the guy straight out, “How much dough was in your bag?” And the guy had answered simply: sixty-five thousand. Checking the bust report, the guys had seized cash assets of: sixty-five thousand two hundred.

So that would make one at least pause in their pursuit; which Smithfield was doing. Still, his gut told him  that something wasn’t right. He wasn’t closing this file; not just yet.


(Northville, May 2010)

“God Jayla, I don’t want to do this. I don’t…shit, shit, shit, what is going to happen…?” Tears were rolling down Wanda Banik’s face and making the collar of her shirt wet. Her friend Jayla Uba sat close to her, her hand covering Wanda’s. Although Jayla was just as scared as Wanda, she was determined not to give ‘the two bastards’ the satisfaction of seeing it.

“Pull yourself together, Wanda, we’ll get through this. Just don’t make them mad; we don’t want to be hurt, right?”

Wanda nodded her head.

“Okay then,” Jayla continued, “stop crying and being like this or they will be really pissed off. Here…” she handed Wanda a tissue. Just then a car approached them and pulled to the curb. The window rolled down and the leering face of Jake Tucker emerged.

“Hellll-oooo ladies! Good to see you. Come on in.”

And he got out and opened the rear door. Jayla and Wanda, moving like robots, walked to the vehicle and climbed in. After a block or so, Jake turned around. Both girls’ hearts now were beating like the proverbial war drums; just his face scared the hell out of them.

“Okay, little sluts, the plan is simple. Keep the boys happy and do what you’re told; no one gets punished, everyone makes it through. Anything to add Mr. Park?” he said, turning to Brandon.

“Nah, Mr. Tucker, sir; I think you have covered it, although you might mention, the punishment includes a belt.”

Both girls began to whimper. Wanda was twisting her hands together and tears began to well in her eyes. “Ssss-uuushhh,” Jake murmured, “you’re not going to need the belt, are you?”

They both shook their heads and blurted out, “No, no. No.”

“Good,” Jake crooned, “Now, undo your jeans and take them down.”

The girls looked at each other, “No punishment, remember.” Jake warned, and both girls slid their jeans down to their knees. “Very good. Verrr-ryy good. Now, the panties.”

In a few moments both girls had handed their panties to Jake and were sitting with their shirts pulled up over their bras and naked from the waist down. Brandon was pulling into the triple garage of his parent’s (still off in Europe) home and parking.

“Now, before we go inside, shirts off; you can leave your bras on.” And in a moment Brandon was leading the way into his house and down into their family room, followed by Jayla and Wanda wearing their bras and nothing else, with Jake at the back. He had made Wanda finger her friend from behind as they walked down the stairs, laughing out loud at how awkward this was to do.

And the boys were prepared; they had borrowed two actual cameras and had them positioned strategically. They sat the girls down and everyone had a vodka and orange juice, Brandon putting two ounces into each girls’ drink and not a lot into his and Jake’s.

He then took scissors and cut holes in each bra so the girl’s nipples poked through. Next he placed them in a sixty-nine position, Jayla’s perfect ass to one camera, reminded them that they had not earned any punishment yet, and had them perform oral sex on each other until the boys were happy with them (and had some nice video).

With the novelty wearing off, Brandon and Jake now forced the girls to be more aggressive and rough with each other, touching and kissing wasn’t enough, they now needed slapping and aggressive fingering. The increased reluctance and resistance also meant more threats were needed to get the action they wanted, with Jake producing ‘the belt’ at one time. He actually wanted to use it.

As the night went on, the girls were forced to call home and lie that they were staying at each other’s place. Wanda was fucked by both boys as Jayla watched; Jayla was fucked anally by both boys as Wanda watched; and then, for good measure, Jake tied them down and then whipped their asses with his belt anyway; just so they knew what that was like.

In fact, the whipping was his favorite part, and he remembered it fondly looking back; the looks of terror on the girls’ faces, the satisfying ‘smack!’ with each belt lash; until wimpy Brandon had told him, “Enough”.

That Sunday afternoon, before they were going to take the girls back to the bench, Brandon and Jake sat in chairs as Jayla and Wanda, naked as they had been kept for the whole weekend, were on their knees sucking their cocks, and Jake mentioned matter-of-factly “You know Brandon, what I would really like to see?”

“No Jake, what would you really like to see?” Brandon responded as he held Jayla’s head, very close to an orgasm.

“I’d like to see these girls fucked by a midget. Wouldn’t that be somethin’?” and Jake laughed, Brandon thinking again that his friend was more than a little weird.


Shareen Macgregor turned down the familiar road and glanced at the dash clock; eleven-forty PM. She had done something unusual, in booking tomorrow off; she needed some time for herself. She turned in at the driveway and proceeded to the front of the house. In a moment she stood waiting at the door; it was not opened by Maria, but by ‘Mrs. Belvedere’ herself.

“Hello, my dear,” the woman said.

“Hello Olivia, thank you for seeing me at this late hour and short notice.”

“Nonsense, my dear, do come in.” And they proceeded down the familiar hall to the room Mrs. B. preferred for, entertaining.

“Now, what is it, Dear.”

“I…” Macgregor paused, considering how to word this. “I have, need of you, tonight.”

“Yes. Please go on.” Belvedere’s eyes had a brightness to them; she had already been indulging and was relaxed, but focused.

“I, um…well, I need to be punished, mistress,” Macgregor finally said, quietly.

Belvedere sighed, a long and deep sigh. She reached out and stroked the reddish blonde head. “It’s been awhile, my dear. Ah, let me think. My goodness, yes. A long while indeed.” She smiled; her smile held tenderness.

Macgregor looked up, as Belvedere continued. “I always liked you, you were one of my favorites, but as they do, you got older. Established a career. I moved on as did you. But our bond remains.” Macgregor kissed the hand that was stroking her.

“I will be thorough, my bitch” Belvedere said simply.

Macgregor smiled. “Yes, I know. Thank you. I accept…Mistress.”

So easily it returns, Macgregor marvelled to herself, as she began to undress.

Somewhere in Belvedere’s house a clock chimed; it was midnight. This day as well had come and gone.


It was Saturday and there was a lot to do.

With Aquina having been gone for two days, including Friday, it was decided to have today as the get-together day. Adam and Anna were back, Anna bustling around like a bee. “So much to do, Mistress,” she exclaimed, a smile on her face. She still called Aquina ‘Mistress’ even though it was no longer required; it simply felt right for her, as was doing this work.

Kate was back as well, she and Eric having stayed last night. Right now she was giving Aquina a huge hug, as the woman murmured, “You don’t need to keep serving us, kid.”

“I know,” Kate said, gently kissing Aquina’s lips. Then she headed off to help with making breakfast.

Aquina felt considerably better physically. Although her crotch was a mixture of yellow and green bruises, the pain was gone. Macgregor’s pills had been very helpful, especially for getting around when they were in the Cayman’s. The cash had made it safely in once again and their accounts were definitely ‘healthy’; and would be even more so once the money from Sanders appeared.

Pamela, now a unique combination of submissive for Aquina and a member of the party group, was going to pick up all the girls and bring them over; one less thing for Aquina and she appreciated that.

Gusbertson would be there tonight as well as Daniel Garrett, who was bringing a friend/co-worker. Adam would be there of course. Dzyuba wasn’t invited and apparently had begun complaining to Brandon. Aquina hoped he wasn’t going to be a problem.

Macgregor’s face appeared briefly to her and Aquina forced it away, fighting the stab of anguish and ignoring the void within her.


(Northville, June 2010)

As they had been directed, Jayla and Wanda took a cab to Brandon’s house. They had been given cash with the instructions earlier that day at school. Both girls moved up the walk quickly as they did not want punishment. Entering the house they followed their ‘masters’ to the lower level, quickly undressed and went down on all fours.

As Brandon had pointed out to Jake, his parents would be coming back any day (hopefully not this weekend!) and once they were back it would be much harder to use the two girls as they had been, especially with the school year ending. Jake agreed and stated that this weekend they needed to get started early and go as long as they could.

The usual process began. The girls were on their knees, cock-sucking; next it was Wanda being fucked and then Jayla being fucked anally. The boys then took a break and ordered pizza. They had the girls dress in just Tee-shirts and wait upstairs.

When the pizza arrived, delivered by a thin, young man who looked barely old enough to drive, the girls offered to pay for the delivery with oral sex, which they did, and then asked the boy to fuck Wanda for his tip; which he did, coming in a matter of moments and leaving with a look of bewildered contentment on his pimpled face.

“Best day of his life,” Brandon remarked to Jake as they drank beer and ate the pizza, using the girls as tables to rest the food on and tossing them crusts as they finished a slice. After eating, they tied the girls with their legs spread in front of the television and watched the video compilation Jake had put together of them; a good twenty-five minutes worth of Jayla and Wanda being used in every way possible.

They then told the girls that they had uploaded the video to the Internet and let them cry and beg for a few minutes before saying they were just joking.

Jake laughed so hard beer came out of his nose.

(End of Chapter 22)

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A House of Slaves by LongDarkRoad Chapter 21 Everything Has A Price

A House of Slaves 

Chapter 21

Everything Has a Price (They would know that)

As the clamor rose, the man spun Aquina around and pushed her to her knees, then thrust his cock into her vagina with no preliminaries. He began to pound her like a machine, making her head bob violently up and down with his thrusts.

The women were now yelling their encouragement. One woman, possibly one of the oldest, light grey hair done in curls, came up close to Aquina and worked up a significant gob which she spat directly onto Aquina’s face, before grabbing a handful of her hair, and as the man continued to relentlessly fuck her, the woman took her turn to piss in Aquina’s mouth and then slapped her hard across the face when she was done.

After fucking her for several minutes, the man withdrew his cock and placed it again in Aquina’s mouth; he ended this assault by then forcing his cock aggressively into her asshole, with the accompanying encouragement from the ladies and globs of lotion from the ever-vigilant Treena.

“Yes, that’s it.” “Fuck the slut’s ass!” “Fuck her hard, we want to see it,” came the calls.

As he worked his cock in and out of the slave, several of the ladies got in close for pictures, which they then sat and compared. A couple of ladies went back for ‘better’ shots.

In time, the man pulled out of Aquina’s ass and immediately inserted his cock into her mouth. He then diligently jerked himself, finally withdrawing and coming on her face, mushing the goo into her nostrils and spreading it on her cheeks. At this point it was another of the ladies’ turn to step up and piss in Aquina’s mouth; they were all apparently going to do this.

Treena now went around freshening drinks, as Aquina knelt and waited, the cum slowly drying on her face. She needed to urinate herself, but did not know if she would be punished if she just did it, so she held on.

Treena came next with some serving trays piled with finger foods. The ladies remarked about the freshness of the caviar, and how delicious the stuffed mushroom caps were.

One of the ladies, possibly the youngest, blonde hair (although when she lifted her dress the pubic hair didn’t quite match) squatted by Aquina and pissed on her this time, drenching her hair, the urine running down Aquina’s neck and back.

“Oh great, Maureen, now the filthy whore’s going to stink,” someone yelled, but ‘Maureen’ just wiggled her bare ass at them in response, before returning to her chair and calling for more wine.

“I want to piss on the bitch again; fill my glass Treensie.”

‘Treensie’ trotted over and added more red wine to the shiny goblet. After everyone had been freshly fed and ‘watered’, Aquina was dragged to her feet by Treena (“you stink,” she hissed in Aquina’s ear), and other hooks were lowered from the ceiling. Aquina’s arms were tied above her and apart, as were her legs, so she was essentially spread-eagled, standing up.

Once this was accomplished, the naked Treena strutted around the bound victim like a rooster in the barnyard. Various women were hooting, some were clapping. Standing in front of Aquina, Treena paused, and then stepped forward, kicking Aquina hard in her crotch. Even though Treena was barefoot, the pain was immediate and intense. Aquina called out and bent forward as far as her bonds would allow, which was very little. She was still held in place, legs spread, crotch open and vulnerable.

Treena strutted around some more, arms held high like she had just won a fight; turning, she took two quick steps and drove her foot hard again directly into the flesh of Aquina’s crotch. Stepping back, she grabbed the reddened labia with one hand and viciously pulled and twisted the lips, to the roar of the group.

“Give it to her,” someone yelled. “Kick her again; make it hurt,” someone else directed.

After several hard kicks with her right foot, Treena turned quickly and smashed her left foot up and into Aquina’s now aching crotch, labia grotesquely engorged, doubling her up as far as the bonds would allow. Aquina hung there, the world swimming, the pain unbelievable, and then it went black.

She was roused a moment later, lying on her back, one of the women waving smelling salts under her nose. “Come on little slutty, wake-y, wake-y; we have lots more for you. Come on, you’re not getting away this easy, useless brown bitch.”

When Aquina’s eyes opened, the woman yanked her to her knees and slapped her savagely across the face. “Wake up, cunt,” she screamed in her face, followed of course by then more piss. This woman had apparently drank a lot, as the urine stream went on long enough that some of the other women commented.

“My God, Alice; you are the proverbial fucking race horse. Don’t drown the slut, we’re not done with her yet.” Everyone laughed.

Aquina was again brought to her feet and tied arms straight above her as before, legs spread again. Now the women approached her, one at a time; if one was Macgregor, Aquina could not tell, most stayed behind her or to the side. Each woman struck her with a cane or a heavy riding crop or whip. These strikes, unlike the earlier whipping, were meant to hurt and to mark. Aquina cried out with each lash. The angry purple welts appeared quickly on her body; across her pelvis, her breasts, criss-crossing her buttocks, the top of her thighs. Eight women; eight strokes; eight purple welts. The pain was significant, but it was pain that Aquina had experienced before and therefore knew.

She was finally left breathing/gasping through her open mouth and nose, hanging from her ropes, as the women took another break and chatted and ate some more.

After this break, Jarvais and the woman Alice now approached and clipped large clamps onto both nipples, including the one with the ring. Jarvais then pulled a rope and two cords dropped down; clearly this room was well-equipped for events such as this.

She attached these cords to the clamps, walked a few feet to the nearest wall and pressed a button and with a whirring sound the cords began to be tightened and then, once taut, they began to actually lift Aquina off the ground, by her nipples. Her breasts were stretched obscenely and then she was lifted an inch off the floor.

Aquina heard someone screaming in agony and somewhere in her mind she registered that it was her.

As she was hanging in pain, her nipples being grotesquely elongated, one of the ladies strode forward and smashed her fist directly into Aquina’s already bruised cunt. Aquina’s new cry of agony simply disappeared into the previous and ongoing scream, she felt vomit rising in her throat, which she fought to hold back; her head again swam.

Treena now returned and lowered Aquina down, unlocking the clamps and then pushing her to the floor. A flat wooden frame, only a couple of inches high, had been placed on the ground. Aquina’s wrists, calves and feet were bound tightly to this frame as she was on all fours, and then her head was lowered and fastened so her face was just an inch above the tiles allowing her to look only to the sides.

A harness was then placed around her midsection and pulled down, arching her back, and forcing her buttocks and aching vagina high and completely open.

The room quieted a little, something new was going to happen.


Jake placed the shotgun back in its case. He was satisfied with his decision to come out to this gun range and try out the weapon. He had never fired a shotgun and needed to know what to expect. Even as large as he was, it had moved him; if you weren’t ready it could do some real damage to your shoulder. As well, one of the guys at the range had been helpful about different weights of ammunition and stuff. Good to know.

He had taken down a couple of the target sheets; you could take them if you asked. He was going to put them up on his wall; he liked how they looked, with the drawing of the human figure pretty much wiped out by the pellet shot. He smiled a little as he headed out to his car.


Brad Smithfield looked hard at his computer screen. His facial recognition software had come up empty; the cell photo was not clear enough; so he had gone old school, spending the last two hours looking at file shots of cops, and he was now looking at the photo of a cop he was pretty sure was the guy on the cell. Mark had said there were three cops and that they had called in the raid, and he had given Smithfield the address, so there could be some confirmation.

Smithfield looked with a certain amount of disappointment; this was a young cop, just a few years in. And he had a great background and good record.

Brandon Park.

Hmmmmn, thought Smithfield, what is your story, Brandon Park? In a few minutes Smithfield had found Park’s incident file, with dates, etcetera of activity. Smithfield grimaced, as Park’s record matched Mark’s info; the guy in the photo had to be Brandon Park.


In the momentary quiet of the room, Aquina heard the soft shuffle of shoes, and then the murmurs and the quiet chuckles of the onlookers; and then a gasp. But Aquina could not see what, or who, most likely, was causing this stir. Treena was then by her ear, hissing (clearly her preferred way of communication). “A leetle surprise for the whoore, but first, some more pussy fun.

The ‘fun’ was another kick delivered to Aquina’s throbbing crotch. For the next several minutes, the women came to slap (some using a wide, rubber strap), kick or viciously pull Aquina’s now reddish/purple and engorged labia. The pain simply merged into a constant, with Aquina drifting in and out of focus. More smelling salts were applied as someone noticed their victim’s head drooping (as much as it could, with its restraints).

“We want the thing awake,” was the comment.

“Yeah, no point in beating a dead horse,” someone else said to raucous laughter; admittedly, things are funnier if you’re drinking.

Satisfied that their slave was revived, Treena placed two blocks under and against Aquina’s breasts. Watching like in a dream, Aquina saw the unpleasant assistant bring out a small hammer and then the pain; Treena had driven two small, finishing nails directly through Aquina’s nipples, even the one with the ring, and into the wooden blocks; the crowd, as they say, went wild.

In her agony, Aquina wondered what she had done to earn this emotion, almost hatred, that was being directed at her. Her thought was interrupted then by the appearance of ‘the visitor’ she had heard earlier; a little man; a true dwarf, in fact, who had been brought now in front of the bound victim.

As Treena removed the man’s shorts with a flourish, there was a gasp, as his cock sprang into view. While the black man’s member had been large; this freakish instrument was both long and thick, reminding one of an old-fashioned rolling pin, as it stood out obscenely from the small body.

“It’s a fucking battering ram,” someone called out.

“His cock is as big as he is,” someone else yelled.

The women now began clapping and yelling like a mob, and suddenly they began their chant once again, with a slight alteration. “Fuck. The. Slut. Fuck. The. Slut.” And as they chanted, they stamped their feet. Some of them were standing and Aquina could see their shoes. The two nearest her were wearing Gucci leather pumps.

They’re stamping their Guccis, Aquina, through the pain and fear, thought to herself in amazement; but she did not have long to ponder this strange situation.

A fairly petite, reddish-haired woman wearing a conservative tweed jacket and skirt combination, rushed to Aquina’s head, quickly pushed up her skirt and pissed on Aquina’s face from about a foot away, directing the stream onto her nose and hair. “Way to go, Candace!” someone yelled, “make a mess why don’t you!”

Candace then drove two fingers into her own pussy and pumped furiously until she had an orgasm right there in front of Aquina, just as the dwarf went behind her. Aquina was wet enough to allow the huge cock’s entry, but it was still an unwelcome intrusion and Aquina was certain that damage was being done.

To the continued chorus of “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,” the little man began pushing and then sawing away for several moments, until the chant changed to, “Ass, Ass, Ass, Ass…”

It can’t be, Aquina thought, struggling without success to escape; he couldn’t force that monster into her ass.

But he did, with assistance from Treena and more gobs of anal lube, the large cock slowly, painfully, forced its way in, tearing flesh as it entered. Aquina existed now in a blur, passing out at one point but held in place. She awoke to the shouts of, “Dwarf cum on the whore!” as the group saluted the orgasm, evident by white globs on Aquina’s thighs; some women clapped, of course. Others simply clinked glasses in support of the event.

Treena then led the dwarf around the room, in a victory lap it appeared, to the continued cheers of the group. Glasses were refreshed once more, the last of the munchies were brought around and the group chatted and looked over the photos all had been taking.

Things were now heating up with the ladies themselves; Aquina saw one woman go down on her knees and bury her face between (likely) Arlana’s thighs. Maureen took off her shoes and stepped quickly up to Aquina’s rear before kicking her hard between her legs, right on her swollen and bruised pubic area. Aquina cried out again but the room was too noisy for anyone to notice. She sagged as well as she could, her body bound and held.

Then two men, ‘The Mexicans’ (“the whore should like that, they’re likely her brothers”) someone joked loudly to laughter, entered next. To chants of “Spit Roast”, and then “Pig Roast”, the women partied as Aquina was double-penetrated in both holes, her punished anus shouting misery.

Aquina fought to keep herself from simply screaming. She wanted to call out to Macgregor, to help her, to save her, but something inside her held that back. She had faced many nasty situations in her life, her nerve had never abandoned her; she needed to focus on twenty minutes from now, when this was over, when she was released.

After both men ejaculated on Aquina’s face, with the ever-helpful Treena spooning up the goo and feeding the slave, the room quieted.

Aquina next heard the ‘swish’ and then felt the sting of the ‘Thai cane’, as it whipped across her buttocks. “AAAAhhhh!” she cried out.

“One,” called the ladies, applauding. Then ‘swish’ and “Two”. This was a nasty cane, thin and flexible, and its lash carried a bite, leaving a nasty wheal across the welts already there. It was a punishment device, not a stimulation one. This again was meant to hurt.

The ladies counted and applauded to “Ten,” at which point Arlana handed the cane to Treena and moved to

Aquina’s head. Her dress was back on and she lifted it once again, placed her foot on Aquina’s back, and proceeded to spray her piss on Aquina’s hair and shoulders. The liquid ran down and over the still glossy if sodden brown curls and the lovely neck; some even went into Aquina’s eyes, stinging; but also covering the evidence of tears.

Aquina did not cry, ever, but there it was, tears mixing with the piss and running down her cheeks. Aquina squeezed her eyes shut as tightly as possible and thought of…Harriet Smith.

Smith’s face swam into view, even as several of the women took their turns again kicking her and pissing on her; she focused on Harriet Smith.

Smith, smiling at her, that first day they met, telling her what a good and lovely girl she was. Kissing her with affection; the first time that had ever happened to her in her life. A good and lovely girl.

Coming back to the present, something was inside her now; Treena was using some device to fuck her with; the nasty woman then forced the device into Aquina’s tortured anus; the pain was indescribable, and it appeared that the instrument was something that could be enlarged, for as Treena withdrew it, dredging the anal passage like a barge in a canal, the flesh was stretched beyond its limits.

In and out; in and out; Treena stroked, stretching and tearing the skin as it moved back and forth. Aquina tried to raise her head, tried to focus on Ms. Smith, tried to scream; but the shouting of the ladies filled the room, and then there was a cheer as Treena shoved the device into Aquina’s mouth.

“How’d the bitch like that?” someone yelled. “Maybe the bitch and the dwarf should get married,” another woman howled, laughing at her own joke. “Or both the wetbacks, keep it in the family,” someone added.

Then Aquina heard a rising volume of chatter. In time, this became mixed with the sound of chairs being moved

and women saying goodbyes. Three more ladies came to stand beside her, to raise their expensive dresses and cover her body with their piss. One commented in a mater-of-fact way, “Look, she’s bleeding,” as a ribbon of blood was now running down the inside of Aquina’s thighs, mixed with cum and the streams of piss.

Then Treena came beside her, telling her what a filthy disgusting whore she was, but loosening her neck bond so she now had several inches of play; then loosening her wrist bonds and untying her calf restraints so that Aquina had a little freedom; she could rise her head and wipe the piss out of her eyes, for example, but she was still bound to the wooden frame. Treena took the device and the guard from Aquina’s mouth, pulled the nails from her nipples, to more anguish, and went off.

Gradually, all the chatter ended.

Finally, Aquina heard two sets of footsteps heading away. Then the room went dark; she heard the sound of the door closing. They had left her there, alone, but bound.

Aquina bent her lovely face to the floor and finally urinated, the piss painful as it left her battered body and ran down her legs, mixing with all the other liquids and pooling by her knees.

It was a fitting end to a day unlike any other.

****               ****

Despite her bonds, uncomfortable position and pain, Aquina had drifted off to a troubled sleep. Always a light sleeper, she roused in the night, aware of someone near her and then noticed light coming from a side hallway. Then a voice, low and quiet, by her side.

“Aquina, wake up, please, look at me.” It was Bella Traynor, a look of concern on her face.

“H-hey,” Aquina said, moving stiffly to rise as much as she could, as Bella began to unfasten her bonds. Suddenly the main door opened and Arlana Jarvais was in the doorway.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

“What the hell does it look like?” Bella replied.

“You have no right. Now move away from the slave.”

“No,” Bella responded simply, continuing to unfasten straps. Aquina’s wrists were free and she began to rub some life back into her arms.

“Bella!” Arlana shouted.

Bella got up and strode to her sister, both going out into the hall and closing the door. Aquina could hear their loud voices but not understand any of the discussion. But her hands were now free and she began, cautiously as her groin and ass were painful and tender even to touch, to untie her legs. She had freed herself and was gently massaging her legs when Bella returned, a determined look on her young face.

“So…?’ Aquina began.

“Fuck her, she’s insane,” Bella said simply, “let’s get you going. Sorry, you are…um, very gross; I don’t want to hold you. Uh, take my hand, okay…here we go.”

And with Bella’s help, Aquina got to her feet, staggering a little and needing support. Her legs didn’t want to work and her groin was screaming agony. Bella led her slowly down the hall to a shower, undressing and getting into the stall with her.

The warm water felt so unbelievably lovely and Aquina simply let it sweep down her body in comforting waves. Bella gently scrubbed her from head to toe, shampooing her hair three times and working with a body brush to remove the black markings. There was not a hint of anything sexual in any of it; it was gentle and caring and thorough.

When satisfied with the cleansing, Bella took Aquina to a side room and gently towelled her dry with thick, fluffy, warm towels. Then she turned to her injuries. Placing Aquina on her side, Bella examined her ass,

Aquina wincing with each touch. “Fuck, those bitches,” Bella remarked, “Your, um, anus has been torn in three places and your nipples, Christ, have been punctured. You will be sore for a few days and need to clean yourself carefully. I will deal with all this now, but it will, like, sting, hey.” Bella applied antiseptic lotion to the injured areas, and cold compresses to Aquina’s labia, which were red and purple, swollen and tender.

“This is going to be all kinds of colors in a couple of days,” Bella remarked, taking the cold packs from Aquina’s groin.

“Thank you, Bella, you’re wonderful. It already feels …better.”

Bella left, returning in a few moments with some clothes. “I don’t know where yours are, but you can wear these home.” She produced underwear, jogging pants and a hoody. Aquina got to her feet, still quite shaky but mobile and dressed, but still painful despite Bella’s work.

Slowly the two of them made their way upstairs and out into the early morning; just the barest hint of light was showing in the east. Bella guided Aquina to her car and produced something from her pocket. “I’ve got your keys. You get in; I’ll drive.”


Shareen Macgregor’s phone lay near her on the night stand, and it was buzzing. Despite the success of her evening and Aquina, she had not slept well, her dreams unsettling. She looked at her clock now as she raised herself up to answer her phone; five AM. It was Arlana Jarvais.

“Just letting you know Bella has released your slave and they have gone.”

“Umm, okay. Thank you, Arlana. Talk later.”

“Cheers. Spectacular party, Shareen. The ladies were raving. Ta.”

Jarvais hung up and Macgregor sat back, unsettled. It may have been a spectacular party for the women, but it

was more than what Macgregor expected. She debated calling Aquina; best let Bella get her home. She was going to see to that anyway, so that was okay. Her alarm was set for six so she decided to just get up now and get going. She would contact her…slave, later.

Once home, Aquina took three extra strength Tylanol and sat in the armchair in her room. Bella had helped her get in and Aquina was very happy that no one was up to see her. She could now get herself together alone. She didn’t want to answer any questions and she didn’t want to have anyone see her, hobbling around. She lay back and let the drugs take some effect. Amazingly, she dozed off, right in her chair.


Brad Smithfield was back at his desk early; he needed to get all his ducks in a row if this operation was to move forward. He had talked with his supervisor, without letting out any names, and now had the green light to spend today looking into “things”.

In this case, things being Brandon Park and his buddies.

(End of Chapter 21)

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A House of Slaves by LongDarkRoad Chapter 20 To Be A Slave

A House of Slaves By LongDarkRoad

Chapter 20 To Be A Slave (A Good and Lovely Girl)

“Macgregor here.”

“Hi. It’s Arlana. Just updating you for Monday. I think I have everything we talked about, it’s going to be very…complete.”

“You’ve got those fellows I suggested.”

“Yes, booked all of them, my lord,” she chuckled. “So, there will be eight ladies, counting us, from our group. I suggest we come here, at my place, downstairs. That will be the most convenient I think. Everything we need is here.”

“Excellent. Sounds great. Call if anything comes up, otherwise I’ll see you Monday afternoon.”

“Fine, see you then.”

After ending that call, Macgregor texted Aquina. “Slut-Slave. Be at Arlana Jarvais’s house Monday at one PM. Do not be late. Mistress S.”

Aquina registered the familiar jolt of excitement as she read this, before texting, ‘Yes, Mistress. I will be there. Your Slut-Slave.’


It was quite the full house Friday night, now with four party girls, as well as Kate, in her much more limited role, and Anna (who was essentially Adam’s). One poker game occupied five players, Ed Alston and his brother alternated between the Foosball and darts, Kevin had brought in a keg, so they had draft. The pinball machine was popular again, and Heather did her strip routine to warm applause, even from the girls.

By one AM, everything was wrapped up. Kevin had gone downstairs and Mindi had followed him. Adam and Anna were in one main floor bedroom, and Aquina had Kwong and Mary stay in the other. Eric and Kate took Heather and Bobbi back to ‘the apartment’; and then they went back to Kevin’s old place, now Eric’s. Brandon of course had his own room.

A full house and a good night, with several interesting bits of gossip popping up: a DA with a gambling problem, and an ADA with a preference for ‘professional discipline’; a discussion about redevelopment in a part of the city many had thought was dead; apparently (Pam’s insiders insisted) not; all good stuff.

As Aquina turned off the lights, she felt that things were coming together. Next week she’d make another Cayman Islands’ run and maybe Sanders would know then what their investment with him was worth. And Jake was just about gone; he had told Brandon that he had signed the papers.

Yes, it seemed to be all coming together. And Monday, her Mistress had a special session planned for her.


(Northville, late May 2010)

Brandon Park and Jake Tucker were driving around the streets of Northville, looking for action, or trouble, or whatever. Their senior year was winding down and they both knew they would be leaving their ‘school days’ behind soon in a few weeks.

Tonight they had Mr. Park’s BMW (his older one, 2008) and they were having fun gunning it up and down the main drags. They were not too concerned about cops; Park’s dad had a lot of influence in this place.

Talk turned, as it did with them, to the night they had assaulted the quarterback of their rival football team; the talk then continued, as it often did, to how great that had been and wouldn’t that be great to do again; but this time with a girl (or girls).

They had no particular girl in mind, and secretly they both were very uneasy about jail; which had halted their plans a couple of times; but the tantalizing prospect drew them back again and again. Tonight, they had had just enough to drink to make them braver and more reckless.

Turning off a main road and heading briefly down a residential street, Tucker tapped Park’s arm and motioned down the street. Park saw them, two girls, seniors from their school, walking along side by side. They drove past and Tucker looked back. “It’s Wanda Banik and Jayla Uba,” he announced.

“How do you know their names?” Brandon asked, turning the car around.

Jake laughed. “I know stuff. They’re in our grade, for fuck’s sake, Brand. You should maybe check out our girls a little, rather than hanging out with your ‘older’ friends.” They both laughed, Jake continued as they approached the two. “That Jayla is a cock-tease. Thinks she’s super-hot; we should have some fun with them.”

Park smiled. He knew it was not a good idea; and he never had any problems getting girls for himself; but the idea of forcing one had intrigued him for a long time. He still masturbated to images of him and Jake fucking that black guy’s ass and making him beg.

Park pulled over and waited. “Let them get past the houses to that little park area,” he said, and Jake nodded, quietly exiting the car. As the two girls walked along talking, they didn’t notice Tucker coming silently behind them, but they did see Brandon Park heading toward them.

Park was a very big deal in their high school; sports and everything; his parents had money, and he somehow seemed older. In his hand, Park carried the bottle of bourbon he and Tucker had been drinking; there was a little more than a third left. He stopped in front of the two girls, Wanda was the shorter of the two, maybe five-three; a little stocky with ample hips and substantial breasts.

Jayla was a taller (five-eight) ‘black’ (they called her, although she was actually mixed race) athletic girl with long legs and a slim body, that included attractive perky breasts and a beautiful round ass, displayed magnificently now in tight blue jogging pants.

“Good evening, ladies,” Brandon announced, bowing before them. Both girls giggled and bumped into each other. “So where are you off to?” Just then they noticed Tucker behind them, and a sliver of concern ran down the backs of both girls. 

“Oh, nowhere, really,” Wanda answered looking from one to the other, a smile still on her face.

“Yeah,” Jayla chimed in, “just going back to Wanda’s.”

“Very good, very good,” Brandon responded in a bad French accent, and then he laughed. “Come and join us then, your reserved seating is over here.” Brandon waved his arm and the bottle toward a bench in the park, maybe twenty yards away.

“Thanks, but I think we should be…” Jayla began, but Brandon cut her off, and Jake assisted by nudging them toward the spot from behind.

“Nonsense, nonsense. We need a couple of beautiful girls to share our drink with. Come on, come on.”

Both girls felt uneasy about this but with Brandon encouraging and Jake herding them they made their way to the bench; Wanda, Jayla and Jake sitting, Brandon standing, his large, imposing frame shielding them from view.

“Okay, a toast to our new friendship.” And Brandon held the bottle to Wanda’s lips.

“I don’t think…”

“Hey,” And Brandon’s tone changed. “We’re being nice to a couple of young ladies, and you’re being annoying. Now, get fucking with it…before we get…annoyed,” he chuckled.

Both girls were now officially scared, and not wanting to provoke these two large boys, well, men. Playing along seemed the best option, so Wanda opened her mouth and Brandon poured in some of the golden brown liquid.

Not used to straight alcohol, Wanda choked and Brandon warned her, “Hey, don’t waste any of that; it’s expensive stuff.” He placed the bottle under Jayla’s soft, full lips. Fuck they look nice, he thought to himself. For her part, Jayla looked like she might cry, but she wasn’t going to let these two bullies see that.

Reluctantly she opened her mouth a bit. Jake put a large thumb on her jaw, and pried her mouth open wider, as Brandon poured in a stiff shot. Jayla choked too, but kept the liquor down. Brandon put the bottle back to Wanda, who shook her head.

“One more drink and I won’t bother you.”

“Okay,” she said in a small voice, surprised that the first large swallow was already hitting her. She took another, coughed slightly and then sat up. Jayla took her second swallow.

“Good,” Brandon said in a soothing voice. “Now, let’s have a little fun.”

With that, Brandon turned Wanda and Jayla so they were facing each other, one foot on the bench, one foot on the ground. “Okay, you two are friends, we want to see you being friendly.”

“Wh–what do you, uh, mean?”

“He means, Wanda, give Jayla a kiss and get fucking going,” Jake snarled, taking out a hunting knife from inside his jacket.

Now both girls looked like they might cry. Brandon continued, his voice calm in contrast with Jake’s threats. “Now, now girls. We could make you do things, we could hurt you, a lot. We could make one of you watch while we hurt the other one, real bad. But we’re nice guys; we don’t do things that way. So just go along and everyone will go home…nice and safe.”

Jayla was staring at the ground; Wanda was pondering. What was the harm? She didn’t want these guys to decide to hurt them. Wanda’s parents were barely middle-class; immigrants trying to make it in America. Her mom spoke little English, her dad worked long hours to get by. Jayla’s mom was a single parent who worked double shifts, as a waitress and in a warehouse. What could they do against Brandon’s dad? And what if these guys actually decided to hurt them…or…kill them??

Wanda leaned over and lifted Jayla’s face, kissing her on her lips. It was, strangely to her mind, not gross at all but very pleasant. Jayla’s lips were lovely, she smelled nice, she was her friend and she liked her. This doesn’t make me a lesbian, Wanda told herself as she leaned in for a second kiss, Jayla responding this time.

“All right! Dat’s what we’re talkin’ ‘bout.” Brandon said, this time in a ‘black’ street accent as he strutted back and forth.

“Yeah baby,” Jake laughed, then focused back on the girls. “Take off your fucking hoodies, it’s warm. You don’t need them,” Jake ordered. Wanda and Jayla looked at each other, fear showing clearly in their eyes. Wanda nodded, and both girls pulled their hoodies over their heads.

Brandon put the bottle back to Wanda’s lips, “You said only one more,” she protested.

“Yeah, well I changed my mind, the party’s just gettin’ going and you two need to loosen up. Drink.”

Wanda swallowed down another mouthful, as did Jayla in her turn. Both girls had only Tee shirts on and the cool night air was causing their nipples to quickly jut out against their bras. Brandon moved his hand under the back of Wanda’s shirt and she gasped, “Please…” she said in a small voice.

“Settle down Wanda-girl, you’re not being hurt,” Brandon cautioned her as he unhooked her bra.

Jake’s hand went up Jayla’s shirt and she brought her hands together in front of her saying, “No, please…don’t do this.”

Jake leaned in close to her and she shut her eyes. “Shut up,” he said simply, then looked at Brandon, who nodded. Jake now held his knife under Jayla’s chin.

“Oh, please, please…” She pleaded and Wanda put her hands in front of her face.

“Okay Wanda, do you want that knife to go away?”

“Oh, yes, yes. Please.”

“Okay, take off your bra and Jayla’s and the knife is gone.”

Tears had begun leaking from the corners of Jayla’s eyes as Wanda pulled first her bra and then Jayla’s out from under their shirts.

Both girls were trembling, and their heads were spinning. It was like they were watching a movie. Brandon placed Wanda’s hands behind her head telling her to keep them there, and slowly lifted up her shirt, exposing her plump round breasts, their pink nipples poking out emphatically.

“Well, lookit’ that ol’ Jaker. Them titties is all excited,” Brandon joked in a hillbilly accent. Jake just laughed, throwing his head back. Jayla had her eyes screwed tightly shut.

“Open your eyes, Jayla,” Brandon spoke softly, stroking her face, and then holding his hand out to Jake, who handed him the knife. “Okay, time for a decision. One, you can suck your friend’s lovely, hard nipples or,” and he held the knife blade directly beneath one nipple, Wanda shaking now like the proverbial leaf, “I can cut it off. What’s it to be?”

“Pl-please…” Jayla said in a voice just barely above a whisper.

“What’s it to be, Jayla?” Jake gave her head a nudge from behind, and she moved forward and began to cautiously suck one nipple. Jake slipped his hand under her shirt and around, gripping one of her nipples, and Jayla jumped.

“Start licking like you mean it or I’ll squeeze this one ‘til you scream.” Jayla now leaned in and began sucking in earnest. With Brandon directing her, she thoroughly licked and sucked both breasts, Brandon taking shots of the action on his cell phone.

Jake then roughly lifted Jayla’s shirt off, and she covered her breasts with her arms. Brandon pulled Wanda’s off as well and had her stand up.

As she whimpered, he then unzipped her jeans and pulled them down and off, along with her panties, which Wanda tried in vain to hold on to, until Brandon slapped her hand. Jake meanwhile had pushed Jayla down onto the grass and had her on her hands and knees, tears now running from her face and falling to the grass. He pulled her stretch pants off and then she curled up in a fetal position, hands on her panties. Jake slipped the knife under one side and slit the material, rolled Jayla over and slit the other, and then pulled the cut garment off the girl.

Lifting her by her hair, Jake positioned Jayla beside Wanda and both girls were made to stand with their feet apart and their hands behind their heads as both Jake and Brandon took photos with their cell phones.

Wanda was put on all fours, and then with her head down to the grass while Jayla was positioned at her hips and made to spread Wanda’s ass cheeks wide apart. Wanda then was forced to do the same to Jayla. The two girls were then placed in a sixty-nine position, Wanda on the bottom. Some threats with the knife and some sharp, hard slaps had the two girls licking each other’s vaginas, Jake and Brandon now recording all this on both their phones.

Then both girls were placed on their knees and Brandon forced his cock into Wanda’s mouth while Jake did the same to Jayla. After four or five minutes, they traded girls. Next they had both girls lick and suck Brandon’s cock at the same time; and then give the same treatment to Jake.

Brandon rummaged through Wanda’s little hand bag and found her birth control pills. Jayla carried no purse or bag. When Brandon held the plastic holder up to Jayla she whimpered. “I–I’m a virgin.”

They made Jayla watch while first Brandon then Jake fucked Wanda. On the ground, legs spread wide; on her knees doggy style; lying on the bench and then cowgirl style as Wanda rode first one then the other’s cocks. Neither came in this girl however, they had other plans.

Jayla was now placed on her knees with Wanda stretching her asshole as wide as possible. Jake, who had the smaller of the two cocks, forced his member into Jayla’s ass, pounding her savagely and coming in her within a couple of minutes.

Brandon then put his slightly larger erection into her now lubricated back entrance. As he was fucking Jayla, he instructed Wanda to hold Jayla’s leg up so Jake could get a shot of his cock in her tight brown hole.

After coming in her ass, Brandon forced Jayla’s head around and had her suck his cock clean.

Both girls, now looking bewildered, were allowed to dress and sit on the bench, as they were showed all the photos and video that had been made. Both girls were then given a choice; beg on their knees or have the images put on the internet.

Their pleas were to be spoken in a certain way.

It took a couple of tries, but first one, then the other girl, went to her knees and said, “Please, my master, do not show the world what a fucking slut I am. I promise to do as you wish.”

The girls were then taken back to Brandon’s place (his parents being in Europe) and made to shower completely. More nude photos were taken of them, now in a different setting. The girls were then driven back to the park and told not to make any plans for next Friday night.


Brandon didn’t know why that particular memory came back to him tonight, as he lay on his bed. Maybe it was the exchange he had had with Jake earlier in the day.

Jake; that nasty, old son of a bitch.

But was he really any better?


Most days start with a similarity, nothing to distinguish them from others. But there are some days that, when you look back on them, you know that after that day, things were not the same.

Aquina rose on Monday, looking forward to her session and making plans for her trip. She checked her video feed from Kwong’s office and smiled as both women displayed themselves for her. Kwong had thanked her profusely Saturday morning for having her and Mary spend the night together. Despite the age difference, they were very compatible sexually, and Kwong asked if Aquina would allow Mary to move in with her.

“Perhaps,” Aquina had replied, thinking that could work. Then she got busy with planning for her trip.


Brad Smithfield waited in his unmarked car near the ‘Fat Boys’ restaurant. His long-time informant ‘Mark’ had offered some info he had been holding in exchange for helping him with a little problem with an unregistered handgun.

Smithfield had worked in vice and homicide over the years before going over to IA two years ago. He didn’t like the idea of making life more difficult for officers, but he knew the force had its share of bad apples, and that hurt everyone. He’d been watching Dzyuba’s squad for eight months now and knew there was rot in there; probably starting with Dzyuba himself, although so far there was nothing concrete. Maybe today. Maybe Mark, who was coming up the street toward him, would actually have something useful.


One o’clock, and Aquina, who had been waiting in her car for ten minutes, paced up the walk to Jarvais’s front door (not the side this time, she had been instructed). Bella welcomed her in; she stripped as required and Treena, cold as ever, took her away, giving her three enemas today. “’Dey want you nice and clean, beetch,” she had purred into Aquina’s ear.

Treena handed her a new collar that read, ‘Slave – Slut – Bitch’. She put it on and waited. Treena fastened her hands behind her and attached a leach, leading her outside onto the grassy back area. “Piss,” Treena commanded her, an odd smirk on her face. Aquina squatted down on the grass; the area was surrounded by trees, etcetera but it was still strange to be urinating in the open, in front of this girl.

After a few moments a flow started, watched by Treena who, when Aquina finished, then led her over to a large metal dog crate, which she was put into; the young, unpleasant woman then left.


‘Mark’ and Smithfield both leaned against the bricks of the building in the alley. They had agreed that if Mark’s info was of value, the possession charge would go away for good.

“So, what is it?” Smithfield asked, putting a stick of gum in his mouth.

“Well, it was a couple of months back. We were busted by some cops. Three of them. They took some of our cash, I know ‘cause I saw them. They didn’t take it all. They took some, and some of the dope, and then they called it in. One dude was passed out in a chair, so they let the rest of us go and held him.

“Did any of these cops have names?” Smithfield asked, thinking this could just be the usual run-around.

“I didn’t hear names.” Smithfield smiled and thought, Surprise, surprise. “But I got better.”

“Yeah?” Smithfield looked at Mark, “Like…?”

“Like a picture.” Mark produced his cell phone. The picture was dark, and taken pointing up, but there was clearly a cop, badge visible in the picture. And most of his face was visible, too.

Hmmmm, Smithfield considered, I think I know that guy.

The face was definitely familiar.                    ****

It was a long while before Aquina, her arms now stiff from confinement, her knees tired of kneeling, saw the form of the assistant returning. Treena opened the crate and let Aquina out. After untying her hands and tying them in front this time, she led the captive across the yard and into the house.

Aquina managed to catch a glimpse of a hall clock as she was led down a hallway (it was three) and then down a flight of stairs. As they moved farther in, the sound of voices drifted to them.

Aquina was led into a room with wood panelling on all the walls. There was a wet bar at one end, and in the middle a group of chairs had been arranged in a circle; eight chairs and eight women, among them Shareen Macgregor and Alana Jarvais.

The ‘B & D Group’, as they jokingly referred to themselves; a group of successful and (mostly) wealthy women. Macgregor made the group because of her connections and background. She had been a dominatrix for several years and was initially a consultant for the group. Now she was a member; and today her slave would be the show.

As Aquina was led in there were shouts and comments directed her way. The women were all drinking something; and it appeared they had been for a little while. They were in a festive mood. Aquina was led around the circle by Treena, and as she moved the women took the opportunity to slap her ass or grab and twist a breast. They were not gentle.

After making a round that gave every woman a chance to strike her, Aquina was brought to the center of the circle and put on her knees. Arlana Jarvais rose and approached the kneeling woman to shouts of encouragement, like she was going into battle or something. Jarvais produced, with a flourish, a black marker, which she held up, greeted by cheers. She turned and wrote the word ‘SLUT’ across Aquina’s forehead; more cheers.

She pulled Aquina down to all fours and wrote ‘BITCH’ on her back. Still more cheering; Aquina heard someone comment, “Very appropriate,” to laughter. Jarvais forced Aquina’s head down to the tiled floor, then wrote ‘USE ME’ across her ass, which prompted even more cheers, several saying “We will, no worries,” to more laughter.

Aquina was then brought back to a kneeling positions and Treena forced a rubber-bound frame into her mouth, which prevented it from closing. Jarvais then dropped her dress (more cheers of course) and squatted over Aquina; holding her by her glossy curls, she urinated directly into Aquina’s mouth. She had clearly done this before, as she knew how to adjust the angle of the flow so that Aquina would be forced to drink some.

When she finished, Jarvais roughly rubbed her crotch into Aquina’s face, using both hands and actually banging the face into her crotch. Another woman, early forties (the women were all white, early forties to mid-fifties, dressed in expensive clothes, coiffed and well-manicured) came to Jarvais and together they lifted Aquina up, again untying and re-tying her hands so that she was now hanging from a ceiling hook, stretched tall, standing on her toes.

To cheers, Aquina now saw a very large and naked black man enter. His penis was not erect, but it hung, a chrome-ring around its base, in a threatening manner below a chiselled set of stomach abs and massive pectoral muscles. The man’s skin had been oiled and he glistened in the light. In one hand he carried a leather flogger and in the other a paddle.

He walked slowly around Aquina, sizing her up, and then he struck. Using both implements, one after the other, over the next fifteen minutes (to the rousing cheers of the group) the man whipped Aquina from her shoulders to her calves on the back and all across her front and paddled her buttocks.

It was not particularly painful, as whippings go (Aquina had had worse), but it was thorough and covered Aquina’s entire body, with special attention of course to her ass, breasts and pubic area.

Once finished the whipping, the man lowered his victim down and placed his semi-erect penis in her mouth. Working Aquina’s head back and forth on his cock, it soon hardened and grew to a substantial nine inches, making Aquina gag as he stabbed it to her throat.

The woman were into it now, chanting in unison.

It could have been a football game, except for the nature of the cheer.

“Fuck the Whore. Fuck the Whore. Fuck, fuck, fuck, the whore…”

(End of Chapter 20)  

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A House of Slaves by LongDarkRoad Chapter 19 A Little Persuasion

A House of Slaves 

Chapter 19 A Little Persuasion (What was the harm?)

Jake saw the envelope on his desk when he entered. He noticed the return address and a scowl darkened his face. He hesitated to pick up the thing, as if it were contaminated or something. Reluctantly he took it from his desk, but he didn’t open it. He took it and another file and went back out to his car.

He’d read the Goddamn thing later. Or not. Maybe he’d just drive over to the house and put a bullet in that fucking lawyer’s head. He was always over there. He’d make Anna watch, and then he’d shoot her. Yeah, maybe that was what he should do.


Aquina was back at her computer screen, half her mind on what she was watching and half still on the conversation she’d had with Macgregor. What would happen next? What was she to do? What if Macgregor forced her to make a choice? She wanted to be with the woman, more than anything, but could she become her slave, giving up, well, everything else?

Claire’s face intruded briefly before she focused again on the screen as Kwong laid out some pictures; eleven young women who were either under her supervision or took daily directions from her. Even though there were eleven, Aquina did not see much to choose from; just the one, actually. She had Kwong hold the picture closer to the camera; Mary Johnson. What a plain name!

Still, she was young and pretty…

“Twenty-three,” Kwong responded to the question. “But she does look very young. She has only been here a few months and is very quiet. Never says a word at staff meetings.”

“Good. I’ve sent you something. On your desk.” Kwong then noticed the small box sitting off to one side. She opened it and found a small, circular plastic object.

“Put it in your ear,” the screen directed. When Kwong complied, Aquina tapped the device she was wearing and asked, “Can you hear me; you’ll need to type your response as this device right now is only one direction.” Kwong typed that, yes, she could hear her mistress.

“Good, this makes it easier. If you need something, you can type a question. With one more download you will be able to speak to me through your computer mic, but you have a firewall I need to deal with. For now, with what I want you to do with Mary Johnson, you will only need to hear and follow my directions. Nod your head if you get that?”

Kwong nodded and Aquina directed her to go and bring Mary to her office, but first she had her place an armless, straight-back chair in a certain spot; one she could observe from both her cameras. Kwong then set off.

In a moment she returned followed by the petit, young and innocent-looking Mary. Aquina directed Kwong to sit on the chair and ask Mary how she was doing so far. Aquina, with memories of Ms. Smith in her mind, directed the conversation around some small talk and eventually to how Pamela Kwong could be of help to Mary in her career, and did she realize that?

Mary looked a little confused when she answered in her very soft, almost child-like voice, “Yes. I know that you are my supervisor, my, uh, boss I guess. You will train me and…”

“And I will evaluate you; your first evaluation is coming up very soon. Do you know what happens if it is not good?”

Mary looked a little alarmed now, and just shook her head. Following Aquina’s lead, Kwong continued, “Well, we won’t need to worry about that, because I know you will do well with me. Now, I am going to ask you to kind of go outside your regular…duties, but I see on your resume that you have done some…physio?”

“Uh, yes, ma’am. Um, Ms. Kwong. I’ve had some training, but I decided to work for the city…”

“Oh well, no worries. Just come around behind me here and massage my neck a little, that’s a good girl. I have work to do and this will really help. Come on, don’t be shy. This is a very good way to make me happy with you.”

Mary got up and came around. She, slowly at first, and then as her training kicked in, with more assurance, began to squeeze and massage Kwong’s neck and shoulders. “You are very tense,” she offered in her quiet, little voice.

“Ummmn,” Kwong responded, “But that feels good. Very good. Just what I need.”

“Unbutton your blouse,” Aquina directed into her earpiece. Kwong hesitated for a moment, and then slowly unbuttoned one, then all four of her blouse buttons before pulling the garment open. Mary hesitated for a moment, distracted by this event, and then began to knead once more.

“I think it will be easier for you if this is…off,” Kwong stated, and then pulled her blouse off and let it fall to the floor. “Now dig deeper into my shoulders.” Mary did as instructed; her hands were small but they were strong and she was quite good at this. After a few moments, Kwong said in her soft voice, “Undo my bra, please Mary; it should be off too.”

“Um, b-but I don’t know…”

“Oh for heaven’s sake Mary, it’s just us girls here. Now if you’d like, you can just leave and I will have nothing more to do with you. Or you can help me and I will help you. What do you want?”

“Uh, I’m sorry, Ms. Kwong. I meant no disrespect.” And with trembling fingers Mary unhooked Kwong’s bra and removed it. Kwong took it and dropped it to the floor. The girl resumed her neck work, until Kwong took her hands and placed them directly on her breasts. “Massage here, Mary. Do a good job. Do not be too gentle.”

“I don’t…”

“Do it, please. Start.”

Mary gently squeezed the round, soft orbs with their moderately sized nipples, her hands working the flesh effectively. “Harder,” Kwong instructed, “Pull my nipples out. Squeeze them.” Mary did this and Kwong (and Aquina) noticed her breathing was louder and coming faster. This seemed to be arousing her, too.

“Tell her how nice it feels,” Aquina prodded.

“Ummm, Mary, that feels soooo good. Your hands are wonderful.”

“Uh, um, thank you, Ms. Kwong.”

“Please, call me Pamela when we are alone. It will be our little secret.”

“Uh, um…okay, em, Pamela. How, how is this?” Mary was getting into it somewhat, pulling more aggressively on the nipples, massaging the breasts with both hands. All the while Aquina was providing guidance.

“Come around here, Mary. There,” as the girl was now in front of her, “massage them here.” Mary pulled and squeezed. “Slap them.” Mary timidly struck one breast. “No, no. Much harder. Please. Do it.”

Mary began to slap them, and in a few moments was striking them with some authority. Kwong interjected, “Do you want to please me, Mary?”

“I, uh, um, well, yes. Ms., um, Pamela. I do. I just don’t know…”

“Say it…”


“Say you want to please me.”

“I uhh, um. I want to, um, please you. I want to, yes.”

“Take off your dress Mary, it will make things more comfortable.”

“I don’t know…I…” She stared at Kwong; this was the moment of truth. Something gave way, and Mary reached behind and pulled down her zipper, then stepped out of her dress, suddenly smiling like a young girl.

“The under thing and the slip too, Sweetie. Just down to your bra and panties.”

Mary took them off as well and stood in a simple white bra and panties combination. Not racy, but not too conservative either. Kwong stood and took off her skirt, then her crotch-less pantyhose and sat back down, naked. She reached forward and took Mary’s hands, rubbing them on her breasts and then pushing them down between her legs.

Mary followed obediently, almost trance-like, until Kwong leaned in and kissed her. There was a little hesitation, but Kwong pursued the kiss and soon was rewarded as Mary opened her mouth and accepted Kwong’s tongue.

At her computer, Aquina smiled in satisfaction. She had plans for these two, and this time, she too was actually aroused. A little.


Brandon and Alston met in a little, out-of-the-way park. No cameras anywhere. Alston passed him a duffle bag. Brandon put it beside him; he wasn’t going to count it here. Or now. He looked at Alston, “So, what are you going to do now?”

Alston lit up a cigarette, inhaling deeply. “Take off for a bit. Lay low. Stay out of the light for a while. Regan and I are heading to Honduras for a month. Off the beaten track; a quiet beach somewhere, just relaxin’ and drinkin’ beers.”

“Sounds okay. You, um; you don’t think you’re in any real danger right now, do you?”

Alston dragged again. “No, but we’re spooked. You never know, right? I’m sure there are people still looking for this dope, and us. You know they’d love to find us, and make an example out of us. Our heads on a couple of sticks.”

He stubbed the cigarette out on the bench. “Well, we’ll see. I want to keep my head on for a little longer.”

Brandon smiled. They shook hands and Alston ambled off.


“You have done well,” Aquina congratulated Kwong, as Mary Johnson got her things and made ready to leave. She was standing and looking uncertain, by the door.

“Tell her not to make plans for the weekend,” Aquina instructed.

“So Mary, I am hoping to see more of you.”

Mary blushed, “I…um. Thank you, Ms., err, Pamela. This was um…really something. What, uh, I’m not sure. Like, what happens…now?”

“We are friends. We will help each other as friends do. I will want to spend time with you. Is that…okay, with you?”

“Oh, ya’. Um, yes, really okay. I was afraid this was just, um, something, you know? I want to…spend time with you, as you say.” The young woman looked down.

“Well then, don’t make plans for the weekend.”

Mary blushed again, “Well, I usually don’t, but now for sure I won’t.” She paused, looking very young once again. “Um, see you…tomorrow?”

“Yes Mary. I will see you tomorrow, and I look forward to it.” Kwong got up from the chair and moved to the girl, hugging her and kissing her warmly, while moving a hand under her coat and skirt and between her legs. “I definitely want to see you tomorrow,” she murmured, squeezing Mary’s pussy, as the young woman giggled and hugged her back.   


Although it was a little past eight o’clock in the evening, this time of year there was still light.

Yet, ‘Mrs. Belvedere’ reached over and turned on one lamp. Then poured herself and her guest more of the excellent red wine they had opened. “There, that’s better, now I can really see you. Now, you wanted to talk about…slaves?”

Shareen Macgregor took a sip, then a mouthful, of her wine. “That is excellent, Olivia.” She put her glass down and looked at her old friend and mentor. “Ah, yes, the problems with…indulgences. Ever had a slave you couldn’t break?”

Belvedere sipped her wine thoughtfully. “Oh yes, if by break you mean fully commit. Why? What is your concern…or should I say…who?”

“You know her, well…” Macgregor spoke quietly.

“Ah, her. The dark beauty. Aquina, yes? Yes, a special one for sure. She won’t submit? She was very obedient with me, and thank you for that.”

“You’re welcome. My pleasure, and I mean that. Oh she  submits like a hot damn. Has done all that I have demanded. No, she is submissive to me to a fault.”

“Well then…?”

Macgregor looked at Belvedere for a long moment and the older woman spoke, “Ah, it is like that is it? You care for her more than a mistress should. Hmmm, what to do?”

“Yes, I’ve got to her, but she’s got to me, too. It’s a Mexican stand-off, or a duel to the death. I should cut her loose, I have doubts that I can win this, even though it seems so close…”


“Exactly; desire is a cruel mistress.”

“A bitch,” Belvedere laughed a throaty laugh. At that moment Maria appeared, bringing her employer a joint. Belvedere drew on it for several seconds, holding the smoke and then releasing it with a satisfied “Aaahhh”.

“Those things are going to kill you, Olivia.”

Belvedere smiled a contented smile back at Macgregor, “Yes, but I’ll go peacefully, good doctor,” and she laughed her throaty laugh again.

The two women sipped their wine, before Belvedere spoke, “You know, people are complex, that’s the challenge, Shareen. One size does not fit all. Does this woman give you pleasure?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

“Then what is it you want, my dear? Are you looking for a wife? You already have a husband.” She paused, a smile on her lips. “The short time I have spent with this lovely woman makes me think this. If you truly break her, you may no longer want her.”

Macgregor smiled ruefully.


Jake sat in his darkened, silent house. Only one light, in the hallway, broke through the gloom. He had his service pistol out as was his habit, loading and unloading it.

“I could just go over there right now. But…” He pondered. He decided he needed more firepower. “A shotgun, that’s the trick. I’ll get a shotgun tomorrow. And I have my combat knife. I’d stick Eric with that, cut him right up the middle. But I’d need to take out Brandon first…” He pointed his gun at the wall.

“Blammm!” he called, again into his empty room.


A few minutes after finishing their wine, Macgregor and Belvedere were walking down the hallway to the front door. Belvedere spoke, “Don’t let it be so long between visits, my dear.” They embraced and held each other for a few moments.

Macgregor broke gently saying, “I’m a little uneasy to ask this, but I must. How’s, uh, business?”

Belvedere laughed her throaty laugh once again. “I know you do not approve, my dear. But consider this. My, business as you call it, brought in twenty million last year. Twenty. My legit businesses, combined, brought in seven. So there you have it.”

“So things are good, I take it?”

“Wel-lll,” Belvedere stroked her nose. “I recently had

a bit of a bother. One of our shipments was actually hit, high-jacked, you see. Can you believe it? Masked men actually took one of my shipments; probably four million in street value. Goddamn I was annoyed.”

“Well, you can’t go to the police can you?”

“No,” Belvedere laughed. “Go ahead. Have your fun. I’m still looking for the scoundrels. This is personal…”

“And when…if, you find them?”

“They’ll wish they hadn’t crossed me.”

Macgregor looked at the woman, and thought that, no, I wouldn’t want to cross her.

As Macgregor opened the door and turned to leave, Belvedere took her elbow, “And about this other thing, we, I mean all of us, struggle with this. Nobody has the answer, but we all ask the question.”

“And that is…?”

“Simple, my dear. What is love?”

And she kissed Macgregor on the cheek.


Friday was usually busy, if there was a party on, but this Friday was more so. Aquina was meeting with Sanders for lunch, he had updates on their investments, plus she wanted to use his plane again as they had more cash for their account.

Also, with tomorrow being the ‘Fourth’, there was a buzz in the air and tonight’s gathering would undoubtedly be in a celebratory mood.

Tonight would also mark the debut of Mary Johnson as one of the ‘party girls’. The rapid success in acquiring the young woman had gone so well Aquina was amazed. After the initial session in Kwong’s office, where the older woman’s expert tongue had given Mary her first ‘outside’ orgasm in five years, each day since had seen a deeper involvement.

The next day progressed to Kwong having Mary give her oral sex; several times throughout the day actually, with the young woman showing enthusiasm throughout. Wednesday night Kwong had taken Mary shopping for clothes, buying some things to keep available in case they wanted to keep her out. They also shopped for some items she would need for her ‘party girl’ role.

Not surprisingly, Mary’s sexual experience was very limited. A high-school boyfriend for two years who had taken her virginity was just about it, and there had not been much intercourse between them even at that.

Complicating things was Mary having issues with birth control pills. As time went on she had simply avoided any male partners in the years after she and her ‘steady’ had broken up. She had not gone out with boys much at all, even just ‘dates’, the last couple of years.

But as Kwong found out, Mary was a very loving person who craved attention, even proposing the suggestion that maybe she could spend a night at Kwong’s. Pamela let her know that Friday night would be spent…together.


Jake had made his decision, buying the Ithaca Model 37 Homeland Security model shotgun and two boxes of ammo. His police credentials moved the process along quickly and he was now heading toward his car, shotgun in a leather case under his arm and a big grin on his face.

Homeland Security Model, he thought and laughed out loud. Perfect.


Sanders rose as Aquina arrived at the table. Claire sat with a large smile on her face as Aquina and Sanders embraced. Aquina then leaned over and kissed Claire’s cheek, while letting her hand rest on the blonde’s. As usual, Sanders had selected a high end restaurant and their lunch was excellent. The man was heading away again soon and wanted to let Aquina know that their investment deal was just about closed.

“I was thinking of offering youse two something before all the dust settled, but the deal has moved quickly and you’re better off just hanging in for a bit longer. You are going to do well.”

Aquina smiled. “How well?”

Sanders laughed out loud. “That’s my girl, always with the details. Hey, I told youse you’d double your dough and that’s for sure. In fact, you’ll do better, Don’t want to give any numbers yet, but soon, and I know you’ll be happy.”

The restaurant wasn’t far from their office, and Sanders had somewhere to be, so Aquina walked Claire back. Claire unlocked the large outer door and they entered into the part that was Claire’s reception area, with a door behind leading to Sanders’ office.

“Expecting anyone this afternoon?” Aquina inquired.

“No, it’s a light day really…”

“Well, then, just leave that ‘Out for Lunch’ sign up a little longer,” Aquina said, gripping Claire’s shoulders and pulling her in. Their lips were on each other in seconds and the clothes were soon flying in a wild scramble. They made love on the carpet right in Claire’s office, occasionally hushing each other’s moans and cries.

“People will think someone’s being murdered in here,” Claire whispered from her position on the floor. They were in a classic sixty-nine, Aquina on top and Claire on the bottom, and Aquina was responding to Claire  burying her face in her pussy.

“Ah God, Claire, what do you, ummmm, expect? Oh fuck that is incredible, what you’re doing back there. Oh God, just a little more, just AAHHHHummmnn…ah, fuuuuckkkk!”

With that, Aquina collapsed onto Claire’s abdomen, her face resting against the blonde girl’s soft and golden pubic hair, feeling intense affection for this woman, even as Shareen Macgregor’s face emerged in her mind.

A while later, resting side by side on the office couch, Aquina stroked her partner’s face, asking “Um, you like sucking Sanders, yes?”

Claire, looking very relaxed, smiled and said, “That’s an odd question or statement or you know, like….”

Aquina laughed, but she had an interest. “And, you seemed to like me watching you.” Claire laughed self-consciously, as Aquina added. “I’m just, learning about you, sweets. You were excited to have me display you to Bobbi, and you like being on your knees with Sanders. Have you ever thought about, I don’t know, anything, like, kinky?”

Claire laughed again, not sure why she didn’t tell Aquina about her…fantasies. It wasn’t like she really had anything to hide.

She remembered suddenly the summer before grade nine, when she and Cindy and Melissa were hanging at a park; Cindy being a true ‘top dog’ at her school. Claire hadn’t really blossomed yet physically, that would happen, and rapidly, in a few months, and she was just getting into tennis, which would become huge for her, so she was excited to be hanging with a very popular girl.

It was late afternoon and the little park they were in was empty but for them. Cindy was eyeing the slim, leggy girl, when she said, “We should have ol’ Claire here entertain us, hey Mel?”

Melissa sniggered, “What’cha thinking Cindy-O?”

“I think our new friend, if she really wants to be our friend, should like entertain us. M’ebbe do a little dance for us.”

Claire, feeling an odd rise of apprehension and excitement, simply sat silently.

“C’mon, Claire, get up and dance, or we’ll put some grass down your undies and wedge you.”

Claire was actually a very good dancer, and with a sigh, she stood and started doing a routine she’d seen on MTV.

“I think she needs those shorts off to get into it, don’t you, Mel.”

Melissa, who was very tall and dark, with her eastern European heritage, stood and looked down into Claire’s eyes. Slowly, feeling again nervous but excited, Claire slid her shorts down.

It was clear the two girls had this planned, as they methodically stripped Claire completely naked and watched as she fondled herself for their amusement, before having her do something she had never done, kiss and then lick a girl’s vagina, as both Cindy and Melissa had her pleasure them.

That night, in her bed, Claire did something else she rarely did; she masturbated.

The situation never went anywhere, Cindy actually ending up going to a different high school.

And now, over ten years later, that afternoon came back to Claire, as she sat looking at Aquina’s beautiful face, and listening as the woman asked her some personal and probing questions.

It was funny, Claire considered, how that day had been buried in her memories; how she hadn’t considered it as being ‘with a woman’. The first night with Aquina, was to her, her ‘first time’. The Cindy and Melissa thing, that was…something else, another part of her.  

“I guess I’m just a cooperative person,” Claire murmured, imagining Aquina tying her up and fucking her, as others watched.  

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Aquina had directed Pamela Kwong to bring Mary and her clothes over a little early. They were in Aquina’s den now, both Kwong and Mary naked and on their knees. Aquina motioned them in and both women began to suck the fleshy and slightly swollen lips of Aquina’s pussy, still showing the after-effects of her time with Claire. Aquina did not really need this, but she wanted to establish roles, and to see for herself how compliant Mary Johnson was; she was very satisfied with what she witnessed (and felt).

Dismissing Kwong, who took her clothes, went out and began setting up things for the poker players, Aquina directed Mary in her dressing. She put the girl’s light brown hair in pigtails; gawwd, she looks younger than the others, for shit’s sake, she thought; and then she had the young woman walk around. Aquina explained that she would be fondled or groped a little tonight, but that she was not required to perform any actual sex acts. None.

Mary thanked her and then stood looking a little uncertain. Aquina had the girl come to her and sit on her knee and they kissed briefly. Mary was responsive and becoming aroused, when Aquina broke it off, saying they needed to eat something and that she had to go and get the other girls.

Adam and Anna were now in the kitchen and preparing something; Aquina headed off.


Jake stood in front of his hall mirror, shotgun in his hands. He motioned like he was striking someone with the butt end, then driving the weapon into them, before holding it at hip level, “Bang. Bang!” He shouted, then reached around behind him and grabbed his knife from his belt, striking forward with it, like he was plunging it into someone. “AAAaaaggg!”

He smiled at his reflection. “They’ll pay,” he said quietly.

(End of Chapter 19)

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A House of Slaves by LongDarkRoad Chapter 18 What Is Love?

A House of Slaves By LongDarkRoad

Chapter 18 What is Love? ( But I Want to Please You)

As Aquina turned into the driveway of Arlana Jarvais`s property, she needed to pull over for a moment to collect herself. She could not believe how excited she was; she thought to herself, you’re getting worse. After a few moments she put the car in gear and moved forward. She had been instructed to park in a specific spot; a little way away from the house in an area reserved for service people.

She was also to go to the side door. She had been instructed not to use the washroom for at least an hour before arrival. As she approached the side door, it opened and Bella Traynor came out, looking scholarly with her large glasses and hair (on the one side anyway) combed back into a tail. She was wearing very conservative make-up and a loose blouse and white pants.

She greeted Aquina with a smile and her hand raised in a stopping gesture. “Have you come to serve your Mistress Arlana?”

Aquina fixed her gaze down to Bella’s shoes, “Yes I have.”

“And what are you?”

It started now, the pounding in her chest, with those simple words, knowing that soon she would be serving a dominating, compelling woman. She shook her head to clear the feeling and spoke with a steady voice, “I am a slut and a slave.”

“Very good. Take off your clothes, slave.”

Aquina removed her dress, nylons and panties. She was not wearing a bra. Bella handed her a red collar that said ‘My Pet’ on the side, and Aquina placed it around her neck. Bella handed her a leash, which Aquina clipped onto her collar and then handed the looped end back to the young woman, who stood with a look of fascination on her face. Bella stepped down to the grass and motioned for Aquina to kneel down. “Arch your back, slave, I wish to see your ass.” Aquina responded and Bella ran her hand along the supple back and down the rump. She spread the ass and looked at it, before slapping each cheek several times.

“Stay on your knees,” Bella commanded, moving forward and holding the leash, forcing Aquina to walk on all fours. They stopped by some bushes, “Little doggie slave needs to do her wee-wee.” She said in a sing-song voice. Aquina rubbed her pussy lips; she’d urinated in front of people before, but it had been awhile. Now, since she hadn’t gone in well over an hour, she just cleared her mind and focused on going. Soon a gentle stream began flowing out and onto the grass.

“Open your legs more,” Bella commanded, and Aquina saw she was being recorded. She spread her legs more as Bella knelt down and focused the phone-camera directly at her pussy. “Uhmmm, that’s very nice. Very nice. Our ladies will like this.”

Aquina had finished and looked at Bella for direction. “Rub yourself on the grass like a good little bitch,” she was told and she did; also something she had done before, although back then she had been in her teens.

Bella now led her back toward the house and ordered her to stand when they reached the steps. They proceeded inside to where the taciturn Jamaican girl waited for them. Taking Aquina’s leash she led her to another room and administered enemas once again as she had before; two this time.

When they were finished, the girl then led Aquina back down the hall to where she had been for her last visit; Bella was waiting at the door.

“She’s clean,” the girl stated with no emotion.

“Thank you, Treena. That will be all.” Bella then led Aquina into the room where an attractive, forty-ish woman was sitting on an armchair. Brown/blonde hair done in a medium-length cut, bangs sweeping away from her face. She was dressed in an expensive sweater/skirt outfit and was sipping a glass of wine. Aquina, who recognized her from the ‘sex-lunch’, was brought to her  and placed on her knees.

“Your Mistress, Arlana,” Bella announced. “Mistress, your pathetic slave.”

Jarvais placed an expensive Christian Louboutin pointy-toe pump before Aquina’s face, and she began to lick. Both Jarvais and Bella watched as this beautiful woman, her head of dark, glossy, brown curls moving gently, cleaned first one and then the other shoe.

Jarvais then raised one leg up to the couch, lifting her dress to reveal she was wearing no panties; now before Aquina’s face was presented a distinctly hairy crotch.

The hair began around Jarvais’s pink asshole and spread out and up around her generous outer labia, before continuing up her belly. The hair was dark and thick but had been trimmed, it looked like by a razor, so it was short. Aquina moved in and a pleasant smell of cinnamon (and woman) greeted her.

She began to lick and suck hungrily; she wanted this sex. She wanted to feast on this beautiful…cunt. She wanted to please this attractive, wealthy, powerful woman. In her passionate nuzzling and licking, she emitted a low moan that was heard by both watching women, who then shared a look and a smile.

Ten minutes later Jarvais had experienced a mild but satisfying orgasm, with Aquina now in aftermath gently licking and kissing the soft folds of the woman’s outer labia.

“Let us dress the whore,” Jarvais announced.

Appearing quickly from somewhere, the assistant brought out a white cotton dress and a pair of sandals. The dress was thin and Aquina’s body showed through the fabric, with the hem reaching barely half an inch below her crotch. If she bent forward at all, her ass was easily seen.

Jarvais led the way out, with Bella holding Aquina’s leash and Aquina following behind. They went out a different door and walked to a waiting SUV. The rear door was opened and Aquina climbed inside, positioning herself on hands and knees as directed.

Jarvais and Bella climbed into the front and they drove off. The drive was about twenty minutes and they arrived at a small strip mall on the edge of a residential area. Taking Aquina from the back, they walked toward a store called ‘Pole Positions’; a sex shop.


The Alston brothers had reached a decision; to offer ‘the boys’ a buy-out for the remainder of the drugs, and then deal them off later. The last episode had definitely rattled them. They’d made enough so far to take a break, and Ed wanted to actually get away for a bit, and had taken an unpaid leave for sixty days.

Ed was writing a note for Brandon; he would drop it off that night.


Inside the store, Jarvais led the trio to a wall that was completely covered in the store’s specialty; dildos and ‘personal insertion devices’. Aquina noticed there was one man and two women customers present, as well as two clerks. Aquina knelt in submission beside her mistress, her gaze downward. As they were checking things, one of the clerks, very tall and slim with her head shaved, leaving a strip down the middle dyed blonde, approached. She had full arm tat-sleeves and was wearing a thin black dress that was only a smidge longer than Aquina’s. Her small breasts showed clearly with nipples standing out. Both nipples had rings in them that pushed against the fabric of the dress.

“Hi, I’m Ashley. How may I help you?” she asked, with a distinct British accent and a long, lingering look down at Aquina.

“We-lll,” Jarvais began, “We’re looking for something to use on our disgusting bitch-slave. Anal. Something

that will produce…a reaction…”

Ashley surveyed the assortments. “Are you preferring deep or wide?”

“Uhmmmn. Both kind of, but wide first. We just want the pathetic whore to be well-fucked.”

Ashley smiled, “Of course. Here are a couple.” She took down a blue item that featured a realistic looking circumcised penis head, and then about four inches of shaft. Halfway along the shaft knobs and ridges had been placed on a section that bulged out a little. The second one was short and stout but at the base there were nodules that would cause the anus to stretch wider if the shaft was pushed all the way in.

Jarvais looked these over. “Is there anyway to test these out on our bitch here. I would like to see them in action, and the slut needs it frequently, kind of like a nympho, you understand.”

Ashley’s smile grew a little wider and her eyes twinkled. “Well, that shouldn’t be a problem, did you…”

“I would like to observe. I think I would enjoy seeing you and the other clerk give the slut what she needs.”

“Absolutely,” Ashley agreed. “Step this way.” And she led the group to a curtained entrance and then into the back, nodding to the other clerk as they proceeded.

Ashley wasted no time, hiking up her dress to reveal a tiny strip of black cloth hardly worthy of the name ‘thong’, pulling it aside and aggressively forcing Aquina’s face into her crotch. If Jarvais’s pussy was pleasant, this one was pungent, smelling of body odor and urine, but Aquina sucked without prompting.

As she was receiving her pleasure, Ashley reached around to a shelf behind her and brought out a harness; “never hurts to have one handy”, she laughed, and strapped it around herself. Bella had removed the dildos from their packages and handed the blue one over. Ashley roughly spun Aquina around and shoved her face to the floor, saying “You are disgusting,” which brought a smile to Jarvais’s lips.

The clerk then removed a tube of lubricant from a nearby drawer and spread a copious amount around and into Aquina’s dark asshole, pushing in one, two and then three fingers, stretching the creased hole.

Attaching the blue cock to her harness, Ashley pushed the penis head into Aquina’s anus and felt her jerk a little. Ashley slapped one buttock soundly, and it reddened quickly beneath the caramel-colored skin. Placing her hands on Aquina’s shoulders, Ashley gave one push, then slowly forced the cock all the way in, enjoying how the brown, creased circle spread to accept the intrusion, with Aquina grunting in response.

Jarvais leaned over and down to Aquina’s ear, “The little piggy-bitch is grunting. Very good. I want you to grunt like a pig each time this attractive girl shoves the cock in your filthy ass. Understand?”

”Y-yes-ss, mistress,” Aquina answered between thrusts.” Uh. Uhng. Ummm…”

Ashley was thin but athletic, and she fucked Aquina with enthusiasm. As she was thrusting, Bella removed the woman’s dress, and she and Jarvais fondled the small but firm, round tits, playing with the nipple rings and assisting the young woman in her arousal.

After Ashley was satisfied, she and the other clerk traded places. The second girl was quite different from Ashley. Small and petit, she looked like a child; although when Bella asked she surprisingly answered, “Twenty-four”. She tried the second dildo, one that required the wearer to use short, quick thrusts, or the insertion would come out. ‘Rhoda’ used the strap-on very effectively, her hips tapping out a quick, steady rhythm on Aquina’s round ass.

Aquina had an orgasm just before Rhoda, and then both slouched to the floor, Bella’s phone recording all the action and Jarvais laughing at the sight. She found submissive women pathetic, truly, it wasn’t simply a term for her. She considered them almost sub-human and enjoyed the abuse of them more than the actual sex.

“You need to be pissed on,” she murmured into Aquina’s ear, and she meant it.

“Yes, Mistress,” the slave replied, her face resting on the tiled floor.


Adam Abrahmson slid the last of the papers into the file folder. Everything he would need was done. Now all that was left was to get Jake Tucker’s signature on the documents, and Anna’s divorce would proceed. It was mostly in Jake’s interest; Anna was asking for very little, including no alimony. She just wanted to be free of him.

He should agree; but with Jake Tucker you didn’t know.

Because, of course, Jake was an asshole, and also a true psychopath.


Aquina was now on her way home, a feeling of contentment within her which she acknowledged. And now, for the first time in a long while, both her pussy and anus were tender. Both had been used a lot today.

After Ashley and Rhoda had fucked her, Jarvais had them bring in some customers (female) and three more women had used her, before Jarvais herself, selecting an even larger dildo than the two being used, gave her a pounding, while tongue sucking with Rhoda, whom she had taken a liking to. Bella was the last, using a double dildo to penetrate both holes simultaneously.

To end their session, after Aquina had kissed each woman’s feet and thanked them, she sat on the floor with her legs spread, her pussy lips or ass cheeks pulled as far apart as she could or fingering herself as directed, while all the women took pictures of her with their cell phones.

“Can we rent the whore?” Someone had asked, and Bella had taken her cell number down. The trio then departed, with Jarvais also getting Rhoda’s numbers and Facebook address.

Back at their house, Aquina had knelt and eagerly accepted Arlana’s piss, depositing it in the toilet and then cleaning the woman thoroughly and thanking her, as Arlana regarded her with a look of pure disdain. Aquina was then forced to beg for her clothes, only to find they (minus, as usual, her thong) had been left in her car.

As she now drove home, she wondered if Macgregor would be checking in with Jarvais. She really hoped so, and again shook her head in wonder of what she was; a sex-slut, a piss-slut; someone who relished being degraded. She’d enjoyed being used by Jarvais at the end, although she hadn’t been made to drink the liquid. The kneeling, the opening of her mouth and the acceptance, the look of pure disgust on Jarvais’s face, all were delicious. How to understand that? She’d wished she’d asked Ms. Smith, years ago, the why of it.

She was indeed all these things with the right woman, she told herself, and she was a slave. Why deny? She really should call her mistress and agree to her request now; how long could she play this game?

Instead of this indecision, she could wake each day knowing what was expected of her, and could look up into a face she worshipped, to feel the wonderful sting of her mistress’s whip; to be what she was meant to be…


Brandon was reading the note Alston had given him early this morning. For Brandon, six-thirty was way too early for any deep thought, but this was important, so…

He had read the note twice; Aquina had read it and now Kevin came in to the kitchen and was given the note.

“We’ll ask Eric, but I think we go for it.”

Kevin nodded, “Yeah, we’ve already got some cash and who knows how long this will take to dribble in? What do you think Aquina?”

Aquina looked from one to the other. “I was actually going to suggest something like this. I think what he is offering is fair. You took a huge risk, but it’s a pretty good pay out for a…day’s work.”

Brandon nodded his head. He looked again at the note. One hundred and twenty thousand and they were paid out. He couldn’t see how Eric would object.

“Naw, he’ll be good,” Kevin offered, “Our new Foosball game is arriving today; that will take his mind off everything,” he chuckled.

At that point Adam came down the hall and joined them. He handed Kevin a large envelope. “I know Jake isn’t at your station anymore, but could you get that to him?”

Kevin looked at the large envelope, raising an eyebrow. “Is this what I think it is?”

Adam paused, a lawyerly trait, and smiled, “Well, that depends on what you’re thinking.”

“Right,” Kevin concluded. “Yeah, I’ll take it to his new station. Hopefully, he won’t be there.”

Heads nodded all around.


Aquina was seated at her computer, considering her… situation. Could she truly be a slave (the word sending a shiver down her spine once again) full-time?

But what of Claire? The woman had moved her, strongly, without a hint, really, of anything beyond…affection. They made love, like two normal lesbians. Okay, Claire had hinted at her enjoyment of Aquina ordering her to dress a certain way. And, okay, she enjoyed watching Claire pleasure Sanders on her knees and the woman was clearly comfortable being there. Meaning?

But she felt deep affection for them both, and Sanders simply expected blow-jobs from his women.  

But Aquina now shook her head, unable to deny the complete passion she had felt yesterday at the hands of Arlana Jarvais. She had wallowed in the abuse, lapping it up and wanting more; she wished she was going to them today. She had licked out woman’s assholes and then thanked them as they looked down on her; then kissed their feet as they spanked her.

When Arlana had gripped her hair and told her she was truly a disgusting whore, it was just before her second climax shook her, amusing all. It had turned her on greatly to pose for them as they took pictures of her, making it clear they would share them.

Yet now here she was, at her computer screen at nine-thirty AM and very interested to try out her new…slave-toy. She focused on this; explanations, and decisions were pushed away, for now.

She typed in a command and the screen showed an office. In a moment, Pamela Kwong sat down and stared at the screen, before typing, “Are you there, Mistress?”

Aquina smiled at that; she had sent the woman a file that placed a camera on her computer, allowing Aquina to see the woman and her office.

“Yes, Slut.”

Kwong’s face blushed immediately at the response and she became flustered. “Welcome, Mistress. I’m glad this works.”

“Lift up your dress and show me you have obeyed me,” Aquina commanded, thinking of herself on display.

Kwong shyly lifted the front of her dress revealing pantyhose with the crotch removed and no panties. She turned and showed her backside as well.

A message appeared on her screen, “I am pleased, Slut. Sit in your chair and spread your legs; I want to see you.” Pamela did that, showing her newly shaved pussy, and then waited.

“Play with yourself.”

Kwong did not need a lot of encouragement for this, as she groped and rubbed her pussy lips and clit.

“Stop!” the screen commanded.

Aquina then gave the woman a few rules and commands.

She was not to touch herself without permission. When she was alone in her office she was to sit with her legs open so her mistress could see her if she happened to be watching. And she was to provide Aquina with a list of the young women who worked directly with (or under) her.

“Good-bye for now, Slut. I am watching.” As well as the computer, Aquina had sent Kwong a camera that looked just like an air freshener. It sat on a desk and gave a view of the couch in the office. With these two cameras Aquina felt she would see any exchange that happened in the room; business and fun combined!


Kevin parked his patrol car; Kate was riding with him today, and they exchanged a glance. He exited and went quickly up the stairs and through the glass doors of the building and down the hall. He had been in this station before and knew which room Jake would have a desk in. When he entered to a nod or two from cops at their desks, he was relieved to see Jake was not around.

“Jake Tucker’s desk?” he called out.

Two guys indicated a desk back against the wall. Kevin put the envelope on the desk and left. He really didn’t want to see the large man. He had never really liked him, he didn’t know anyone who did, but Jake was always Brandon’s good buddy, so that was that.

Well, fuck him, Kevin thought as he headed back to his car. Jake was, all agreed, an asshole, and you never knew how he would react. To anything.


Aquina had been surprised by the text from Shareen Macgregor, inviting her for a coffee; non-slave-master; just a chat, which she quickly accepted.

She sat now, despite this condition, and still felt a need to assume the submissive role, allowing Macgregor the lead.

“I want us to just visit…Aquina. Two women having a coffee and talking, right?”

Aquina smiled, looking down. “It’s not so easy as that, though, um,” she laughed softly, “Mistress.”

Macgregor too had a smile on her face, “Why?”

Aquina looked up and then back down; old instincts kicked in and she could not look into this woman’s face; she sighed. “Because I want, I need, to be on my knees for you,” she said simply, sipping her coffee, and then looking up again, briefly.

Macgregor paused; that beautiful face had always had that effect on her; long before this amazing development. She had seen the video from the sex store (Bella had sent it) and was more convinced that Aquina was close to agreeing to what Macgregor knew to be true; that she was a true slave and her place was with her mistress; Shareen Macgregor.

“Hmmmm. I like that; it pleases me; you please me; but we are in public, and I wanted a real conversation.”

Aquina glanced around, considering her words. “I, um, am flexible, but my…mmm, devotion, is not just something that I can turn off and on. Mistress.” She had whispered the last word.

Macgregor paused. The coffee shop chatter surrounded them. She folded her slender hands with their long, elegant fingers, and looked directly at Aquina, who struggled to maintain eye contact. “Do you love me?”

Macgregor saw Aquina wince, as if slapped. She opened her mouth, then closed it. Finally she spoke, “We would need to agree on what…love is…”

Macgregor laughed. “Very nice. You are slippery in more ways than one.” She chuckled again and then sipped more coffee, before asking quietly. “Do you feel for me what you feel for…Claire?”

Aquina inhaled sharply; the question had surprised her, but she then considered it; it was a fair question. “No, the two…things, feelings, are…very different.”

“Go on,” Macgregor prompted.

Aquina struggled with putting the thoughts into words. “Well, with you, I want to serve you; to be on my knees, to bury my face in your sex. I want you to whip me, and punish me. I…I want you to. I…need that from…you. I want you to hurt me, to use me, to abuse me. I want others to see my devotion to you. I…love being your toy and your, um, slut, being degraded by you. It’s, God, it’s like a drug, almost.” Aquina said this, in a mostly calm and even voice, but in one long rush and looking down.

She paused now, then began again, heart pounding as usual, fighting the urge to just go to this woman.

“Um, with Claire, I love being with her, lying with her, making love to her. I care for her more than anyone I can remember. But I have no desire to submit to her and I really do not want her to submit to me, for whatever reason. We are equals, I guess. She paused, then sighed. “There, I think that is the best…I can do to explain something that I am not completely sure of…myself.” Aquina now looked up, her eyes were bright and there was a glow beneath her caramel skin, then she looked away.

Macgregor observed this beautiful woman, that small, odd smile on her face again.

Things needed to come to a conclusion, she considered, for her own sanity, if nothing else. Now?

(End of Chapter 18)

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A House of Slaves by LongDarkRoad Chapter 17 Understanding & Forgiveness

A House of Slaves 

Chapter 17

Understanding & Forgiveness (She was a Chameleon)

Ed Alston swung by the nicely-maintained house on the quiet street; being very early Monday morning the streets were almost deserted. As he walked up to the house, he wondered what people would say if they knew young, naked women were held there and used sexually. He made a note to contact Brandon; he felt like a good game of darts; then left another envelope in the mailbox; nine thousand this time. It was going more slowly than he had anticipated, but so far so good.

****          ****

Jake was sitting in Captain Dzyuba’s office. He had just signed all the necessary paperwork (Dzyuba had been warned and had everything ready). The station he would be moving to had two vacancies so Jake was able to head over once everything had been signed off. Dzyuba told him to clear out his locker and go have lunch, then head over to his new place. After they shook hands, Dzyuba had left with the paperwork.

Jake had peeked out and noticed a couple of people near the lockers; he wanted to wait until it was clear; he didn’t like talking to people at the best of times. Brandon, Eric, Kevin and the bitch were all out on patrol, so he didn’t need to deal with them. Well, fuck them all, Jake thought. Just fuck them. Even Brandon. Especially Brandon. Well, especially Aquina. Fuck that whore right to hell.

But fuck Brandon the traitor too.


Monday afternoon’s session with Macgregor was coming to a close. Today the good doctor had hung Aquina from the ceiling hook and whipped her entire body, paying special attention to her breasts and buttocks, although the nipple with the new gold ring was left alone.

After the thorough and extensive punishment that had

Aquina crying out and begging, Macgregor had taken her down and placed her on a massage table where a pretty young Filipino girl had given her a deep massage, as the doctor watched, bringing Aquina to an intense and satisfying orgasm, from which she was now recovering, still lying on the table. The doctor sat beside her and gently stroked her face.

“Have you thought any more of what I asked you last week?” Macgregor spoke softly, face close to Aquina’s.

“Yes, Mistress. It’s been on my mind…a lot,” Aquina answered honestly.

Macgregor paused, then began stroking Aquina’s face again. “You like serving me?”

“I love serving you…”

“You like being on your knees before me.”

“I love being on my knees for you. I…“

“Yes, slave?”

“Nothing, please carry on Mistress…”

“You like being whipped by me, you like when I use your body, you are aroused and climax strongly after my …attention.”

“All…all of that is true, Mistress.” Aquina was breathing harder, the questions and Macgregor’s soft touch arousing her, even after her recent climax.

(Buffalo, June 2005)

Harriet Smith sat on one of the chairs from her dining set. She surveyed herself in the mirror on the table; satisfied, she turned to look at the young woman kneeling obediently and silently to her right. Knees together, head tilted down, hands placed on either thigh just above the knee. Aquina had absorbed much in her three months with Smith, who, although she had always believed the girl to be very suitable, never-the-less was extremely pleased with just how completely suitable she was.

Very attractive, smart, capable, adaptable and resilient; who would have thought her to be so absolutely submissive, given the right circumstances?

Smith had questioned Aquina at length about her childhood; had listened with horror (and interest) of the abuse from her mother and her pimp and the scores of tricks she had been forced to service.

Yet it wasn’t there that the submissive nature revealed itself; no, Aquina could be very tough and defiant if one came right at her; and there were many (many) women whom she did not, would not respond to; as she did so easily, to Smith. And that was the key; with the right woman, the right race, the right age but most especially, the right attitude, Aquina became…a puppy, prepared to roll on the floor and beg, or whatever else it might be that her mistress desired.

And not just prepared to, but wanting to; that was the thing.

Smith knew this the first time she had had Aquina kneel beneath her crotch and wait with her mouth open. “I am going to urinate; you are my slave and will receive it; in your mouth. If you drop or spill any you will be whipped and then sent to your blanket by the door; alone. You will have displeased me greatly. Do you understand?”

The look on Aquina’s face said something (horror? disgust?) but her voice said, “Yes, M-Mistress. I understand.”

“Do you want to please me, slave?”

The look on Aquina’s face then was one of absolute devotion. “Yes, yes Mistress. I do so want to please you.”

And she did.

Aquina did not know that Smith only used her mouth this way during the day, when the woman knew her urine would contain less waste, and that she limited how much the slave actually consumed; it wasn’t the urine that mattered, it was the act and the submission.

In that act, of kneeling and accepting, Aquina became Smith’s possession, a relationship that both desired.


Yes, all of what Macgregor asked was true, and yes, Aquina had felt so good, so…complete, when serving Harriet Smith. But she was a different person now. She could still feel great arousal with the right woman, and Shareen Macgregor was the right woman; but Aquina did not know if she was ready to give up everything and become someone who wasn’t Harriet Smith’s possession, no matter the sexual rewards.

“I love submitting to you Mistress. I love licking your shoes…and your pussy, and your ass. I love giving myself to you, completely. But at the end of our time, I can still go home to what I have. To what I am. I am not ready to let go of…that. Not, yet.”

Macgregor stroked Aquina’s face, a small, odd smile on hers. She was quiet for a while. When she spoke it was, “Oh my…the time. Ours is up.”


The game on T.V. had just ended and Brandon, Eric and Kevin were just sitting around talking. Eric was going to finish his beer and head off. Aquina thought this was a good time to raise the next question; what to do with the final ‘slave’. She came and stood by one of the leather armchairs.

“Okay, boys. More business. I think we need to do something with Kate. Thoughts?”

Eric jumped in. As someone who had been very aggressive with Kate at first, his attitude had changed a lot in a month. He and Kate had actually become friendly, in an odd way, Eric finding the guilt of what they had done weighing on him. (It was hard to be sure when someone was being held against their will; but they had shared some thoughts and Eric had stopped ‘using’ her.) “I think we should work out some deal with her; release her for, I don’t know, her silence?”

“That could be risky,” Kevin murmured, stroking his chin.

“Brandon?” Aquina asked.

As usual, Brandon considered his response for a moment. ”Kidnapping Kate was kind of a cool idea when we first thought of it, and it was actually the captain’s fantasy. She was kind of stuck up and stand-offish; we all thought. When Dzyuba thought someone should teach her a lesson, it all kind of happened. But like you point out Aquina, slaves, or hostages, whatever, are work. You need to watch ‘em and look after them. Kate is kind of a ticking bomb as you’ve said. Say something happens to Dzyuba and the new captain is someone Kate could turn to. There could be hell to pay. What do we do, kill her to keep her quiet?”

They all sat in silence, considering for a moment. “Yeah, I see that. But how do we stop her from screaming bloody murder then, if we do release her?” Kevin persisted. “And what about her place and the money we’ve taken…?”

Aquina nodded and joined in, “We have lots of video of her participating in all kinds of sex stuff. We all know the context, but I have edited it and it looks like she is quite willing and open to everything. She would have a hard time with this if it was released. I think she would be grateful, not vengeful, but we have the video as leverage. We just need to help her get her life back, and she can still stay here, for now.”

The group sat and pondered. Eric spoke again, “I could talk to her, kind of get a feel for where she’s at.”

Everyone nodded. Just then there was a knock on the door. Everyone looked at each other, and Aquina went to check it out. When she opened the door no one was there, but she checked the mailbox and there was another fat envelope. She came in counting it and stood facing the boys, “Seventy-two hundred,” she said.

So the cash wasn’t flooding in, but Alston clearly was trying.


Ed Alston and his brother sat in their car, comparing notes. They were parked on York St. in Jersey City. Alston had taken some holiday time to concentrate on moving a good chunk of their stash.

“You’re sure it was the same car?”

Regan rubbed his forehead, something he did when he was agitated. “Yeah, I’m sure. Black, Ford Escape with the same three letters to start. And I’m sure it was the same black guy behind the wheel.”

“And he was watching you?”

“He was watching us, Ed.”


Kate and Eric entered the house together; Eric had driven her home today. Once inside, as she had been trained, she immediately stripped, taking her clothes to the wardrobe in one of the spare bedrooms where her uniforms were kept. Her underclothes went into a hamper, and she put on her collar and knelt in her assigned spot.

Eric took her hand and led her to the couch, having her sit beside him, which was unusual. “Look at me, em, Kate,” he instructed, and she did, dark eyes flicking from his face back down to her folded hands, breasts rising and falling. “We’ve been talking.”

She looked at him with a mixture of interest and alarm, but remained silent.

“We’re trying to find a way to…release you.”


Kate sat blinking as she stared at Eric; when Aquina walked in the two of them were just doing that, sitting and staring. Kate looked up at Aquina with a stunned look on her face, and Aquina sat to her other side and placed a hand on her shoulder. She spoke in that calm, reassuring way she used with skitter-ish people (and animals).

“Yes, it’s true. We need to come to some agreement with you. We don’t want you in this slave position any longer.”

“So…” Kate began, and then fought to control her emotions, “…so what happens. Like, what will you do to me, um…with me?”

Aquina and Eric exchanged a look.

“We-lllll,” Aquina continued, “it’s a bit like the old ‘tiger-by-the-tail-thing’, where we want to let go, but are afraid of what might happen…”

“I won’t be telling anyone…” Kate blurted out, her face a mixture of excitement and anxiety.

Eric and Aquina exchanged another look, “That’s good. But it is easy to say…”

“No. NO! I mean it, I’ll swear on my sainted mother’s grave, I will not, will not, will not cause any scenes. …I still need your help, right?”

At that, Kate threw her arms around Aquina and began sobbing. Eric was affected by this and got up and walked away, looking at something out the front window. As Kate gradually regained control, she lessened her grip slightly, and spoke into Aquina’s ear.

“This was you. You said you would save me. You said you would look after me, and you have. Thank you, Aquina.” And Kate kissed the side of Aquina’s face, and Aquina took Kate’s hands from around her neck and moved her back so she could look at her before speaking.

“Yes, you still need our help, and I will help you. I know you won’t be a problem because I will continue to look after you. Oh, and Eric was also responsible for this decision.”

Kate got a small smile on her face. “Yeah, we’ve kind of become, well, friends like; as well as you can when you are a…s-slave, being held against your will.”

They sat quietly for a moment. Eric had wandered off somewhere. “So, what will happen to my bank and my place and…” Kate paused, looking hard into Aquina’s eyes.

The woman stroked Kate’s face, nodding. “We need to work all that out, but you need to stay here, for now. Um, we’re working on something for Anna too. If you cooperate…”

“I will!” Kate exploded and Aquina smiled.

“This is kind of taking it a day at a time, right?”

They sat in silence again. Kate looked at Aquina, then looked away, “I…um; I want…”

“Yes?” Aquina added encouragingly.

Kate focused on her clasped hands. “I know I got down, and was a problem for you, but, it wasn’t that I didn’t, like, still feel things, for you, I mean. In, um, all of this, I still felt so much for you…”

Aquina gently stroked the woman’s face, wiping away some tears; “What’s important is that you survived, you got through this. What I did I did, I’m not proud of it, but now we need to work together.”

Kate nodded her head. “Can I still, be, um, with you, sometimes, like my choice? Does that even make sense?” Kate looked up with wonder.

It did make sense, at least to Aquina.


The Alston brothers climbed out of their rental vehicle and looked around. Their cop instincts were on high alert, so they were extra cautious; Regan turned to start toward the decaying structure that they had been told to meet in, when a loud explosion shattered the calm. It was quickly followed by another; they were gun shots and the second one hit their car.

The two men scrambled back to the vehicle and started it up, driving straight ahead, not sure if that was the best route but knowing the shots were coming from behind them.


Wednesday afternoon Aquina’s phone vibrated with a message from Macgregor. It was direct and succinct. “Dirty pussy-serving slave, be at Arlana Jarvais’s house Monday at 2:00. Or not. Your Mistress.”

Aquina typed her reply promptly, “Yes, my Mistress. Your slave will be there.”

That was it, no further replies or info. Yet even with that brief exchange, Aquina’s pussy moistened. She regarded her face in the mirror, wished it was Monday, and shook her head at her response, still uncertain of what she really wanted.


The Friday party was a little different in that Anna and Kate were dressed as the other two, meaning no intercourse. Dzyuba, Gusbertson, Garrett and Abrahmson were all there, as well as the remaining three ‘boys’, and a woman; forty-eight year-old-planning department associate, Pamela Kwong, who despite her Asian-sounding surname, was actually Eastern European heritage.

Pam was known as a feisty-no-nonsense gal who liked cards and drinking, and who sat on enough important committees to be of interest to the boys and Aquina.

Dzyuba was not happy at all with the latest developments, starting with the transfer of Jake (although even he could see the potential problems with him) and now the release of Kate; someone he enjoyed fucking. Aquina pointed out to him all the free sex he had enjoyed so far, and that there would be more, just not with these girls. Then Aquina gave him $2500 for ‘helping the boys.’ Dzyuba slouched off with a small smile creasing his wrinkled face.

As the party wound down, Pam (who turned out to be a hell of a poker player) was the big winner; and feeling pretty good. As she brought some things into the kitchen, she saw Aquina at the sink and slapped her ass in greeting. “Congratulate me, honey; I kicked those guys’ balls tonight!”

“Well, congratulations,” Aquina said. Leaning over and kissing the shorter woman, who had allowed her hand to rest on Aquina’s rump after the slap. They kissed for longer than a ‘congratulatory’ smooch would call for, and Aquina then took in the slim and not unattractive older woman, who now was gently squeezing the right cheek of her ass. Aquina recognized something in this woman’s eyes. “Would you like to go someplace a little more, private, to celebrate?”

Pam’s eyes widened but a grin spread on her face, as Aquina then turned her and marched her down the hall to the first ‘guest’ bedroom. Having sized-up the woman, Aquina shoved her roughly face down onto the bed. “Stay,” she commanded, and Pam froze. “Lift up your dress, Whore.” Pam lifted her dress just to her ass. “Higher, worthless slut before I get my paddle out.”

There was an audible gasp from Pam as she lifted her dress clear to her waist. Aquina quickly and roughly tugged the woman’s pantyhose and (surprising) red thong down. Pulling Pam’s arms behind her, she tied them with the pantyhose and then held the red thong up to the woman’s nose, before shoving them into her mouth.

Aquina then proceeded to deliver stinging slaps to the round buttocks before her. Once they were reddened, she shoved three fingers into Pam’s wet pussy and then, with only a little effort, forced her entire slender hand in. As the woman bucked and humped this intrusion, Aquina made sure the cameras got a good view of the action, while keeping up a steady stream of verbal abuse, telling Pam as completely as possible what a nasty, fucking whore she was.

An hour later a satiated Pam Kwong lay completely naked on the bed, eyes closed, mouth open, legs spread and the red, swollen labia of her pussy ample proof of her pleasure. She had experienced three orgasms, the last one leaving her babbling on the bed. “Oh my God, oh my God. Oh…my. Oh. Oh my fucking, fucking, fuck fuck…”

Aquina smiled; it was babbling after all; it didn’t need to make sense. And then she thought of her mistress.


The Alstons pulled into the driveway of Ed’s place, an orange glow just beginning to lighten the eastern horizon. They had driven through the night from New York, following a crazy time that left them contemplating their next move, if not their lives. In the duffle bag they now hauled into Ed’s living room was the largest pay-out so far, one hundred and forty thousand.

They would give fifty G.’s to ‘the boys’ but that still left a sizeable lump of cash. But this money had not come easily. The guys who had shot at them were actually not after them, but the people they were selling to. After some serious cloak and dagger stuff involving switching cars and taking the subway ending in a rat-infested, condemned building, they had made the exchange and got the hell out of town, fearful for their lives.

As Regan had noted dryly, “Money is great, but you can’t spend it if you’re dead.”


For now, Kate and Anna were still making breakfast for any ‘guests’, and Saturday morning was no exception. All three of Bobbi, Mandi and Heather had stayed over, as had Eric. Kevin, Aquina and Brandon were living there, and Adam was there almost all the time. As well, today there was an extra guest; Pamela Kwong. Anna and Kate, with help from Bobbi, prepared food for almost an hour and everyone was finally satisfied.

Aquina took Pam back into the guest room. There was a little awkwardness until Aquina said, “On your knees, Whore.” And with a low groan, Pam sank to her knees, face red and flushed, but in a position of submission. “Does my little slut want to come back and play?”

Pam’s voice was barely a croak as she uttered, “Y-yes, yes I, uhhh. I do. Um. Ma’am?”



“You will need to be punished…”

The low groan again, “Ye-yes, um, Mistress.”

“But then, I think you like to be punished…”

“Oooohhhmmm,” came from the woman’s lips as she pressed her face into Aquina’s shoes.

Aquina smiled, at herself as much as the behavior of this woman, who held a job of importance and would meet regularly with people like the mayor. This woman was, her; and she was this woman; one day with the whip and the next day on her knees. She enjoyed using this woman, being the mistress as she had many times before. How was it that she enjoyed this so much, yet was transported to another level when becoming the slave?

Clearly she could be both; the hammer and the nail. The good citizen, organized and responsible, and the criminal, helping people do illegal things. She could help enslave Kate, then work to free her. She could make love to women, she could make love to men (on occasion).

She was a chameleon. Aquina thought all this as she looked down at Pamela Kwong, licking and sucking her shoes; while imagining herself doing that very thing for Shareen Macgregor, and wanting Monday to come.

She went to find her cell, quickly typing “I wish I was on my knees with you, licking your pussy, Mistress. You might let me put my tongue into your asshole. I love serving you.” She sent that off and steadied herself with a hand on a chair.

The reply came when she was driving with Bobbi to get groceries. “You are disgusting, slave. Pathetic. You should be here, sleeping on my bed like a dog, ready in the morning to kneel and accept my piss, which is all that you are good for. Admit it, it is what you are. Slave.”

Aquina needed all her will power to maintain her grip on the wheel and her eyes on the road.


Sunday morning brought the arrival of a box on their doorstep; with the money from Ed totalling forty-eight thousand, five hundred. Aquina gathered the boys together with her after breakfast and laid the cash on the coffee table. She took her fifteen percent and divided the rest into three piles. The guys just looked at it.

“Shit,” said Eric. “You got any more suggestions, A?” Kevin and Brandon murmured their assent.

“I could take another run to our offshore account,” She replied. Eric took a thousand out of his pile, and Kevin and Brandon took some of theirs as well and then everyone pushed their dough into a large pile.

“Sounds good to me,” Kevin said. “We should get that Foosball table, Eric.”

“Hey, yeah. Forgot about that. It could go right there.”

Brandon laughed, “You guys and your games.”

“Yeah, well we’re not as old as you, Dad.” Kevin, a year younger, mocked.

There was some yapping back and forth until Aquina interrupted, “Eric, could you take Kate with you? I’d like to see how she reacts to being out.”

“Sure, no problem,” he replied, smiling nervously.


Around one Aquina got a call from Pamela Kwong and made her beg, which the woman did readily, and then Aquina told her she could come over.

Aquina gave the woman a thorough workout; leash training, nipple clips, paddling and then a little caning. She was at the moment allowing the slave to lick her pussy, which the woman did eagerly and effectively.

All the while the dark brown head was gently moving up and down between her legs, and the tongue was twisting and exploring the crevices of her pussy, Aquina was imagining tomorrow, and what Macgregor`s friend might have in store for her, even as a very mild orgasm quickly came and went.

Afterwards, at the door, Aquina paused while Pam looked down. “Thank you, Mistress,” Kwong uttered in a quiet voice. “That was wonderful. Wonderful. I…um, your slave, would dearly love to…return to you.”

“That could be arranged, my little slut. I might want to use you with some friends.” She saw the woman quiver. “What do you think of that?”

“I…um, I would love to please you. And your friends, if you, wish. Maybe you could even give me some…um, instructions for when I am at work…as well.”

Aquina chuckled, “I will see to that. Maybe we can put that worthless pussy of yours to good use around your office.”

Kwong slowly sank down to her knees, “Oh my God.” She murmured from her position. “I have travelled all over and snuck around, in secret, to find people to…um, help me. And now I have found you, right here. Oh my God.  Pl-please tell me what you would like me to do.”

Aquina let the woman kneel in submission a few moments. It felt good, it made her smile; but she noted, she wasn’t wet.

For that, she seemed to need a mistress.

Or possibly Claire, but that still wasn’t the same.

(End of Chapter 17)