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  Jones kept her hair wrapped in his left hand but released the tension. She scrambled forward in a vain attempt to escape but could only achieve a few inches before he reined her back in, impaling her again.

  Jones liked this system. The females did most the work and their flailing, sometimes slipping, arms and legs accentuated their helplessness despite the complete lack of restraints. That lack of restraints, of course, would not last long.

  Jones kept relaxing his grip and then reining her back in with painful tugs. It worked great. As long as she kept trying to escape -- purposely or instinctually -- she was effectively thrusting her ass onto his cock. His cock remained hard and aroused. His pre-come lubricated her passage making the experience more pleasurable for both of them.

  Jones watched her bucking, writhing body and her weakly flailing limbs unable to gain traction. He had to move their coupling a few feet over when at one point she nearly did make it far enough to grasp a table leg. She could have used that to pull her a little ways though she still would not have escaped him. No, he would have none of that.

  Now he could see the heavy pulse in her neck, smell her rewarding perfume of arousal, hear her mixed moans of frustrated escape and frustrated lust, and feel her rear channel muscles massaging his member with rippling inner muscles. It felt like she was milking his cock. The constancy of the rippling told him this was not merely a byproduct of her crawl-away attempts. Not any longer. He knew this was a telltale of her body wanting to receive his load of sperm. He loved this part. True domination was making them want all of the bad things he did to them. True submission lay in the slave-to-be feeling arousal despite herself, despite what was in her own best interest. Abandoning their body, their will, their fate to another until all those factors were no longer “theirs” but fully belonged to the Dominant who took them. Took them to never be given back. It was a one way road.

  The proof for all, Dominant, submissive, or any possible observer, was the orgasm. The more powerful the better. When a slave-to-be experienced a powerful orgasm, preferably the most powerful of her life, he knew there was little chance for her to deny the Dominant anything in the future. Anything at all.

  Jones treasured his role in life.

  He crammed his cock hard into her hair-pulled forced-to-return ass and purposely angled it to one side in order to bulge the wall of her rectum out. The awkward friction caused her to yelp pleasingly.

  Hurting these types of women rewarded him on so many levels; physical, mental, emotional, financial. What a wonder.

  The pain and the flood of her personal liquids running from her pussy and down both her inner thighs caused the sensation-drunken Sierra to briefly consider her situation. A man she was growing to despise and respect more and more with each passing moment and every hard penetration, had his cock up her ass. He wasn’t really even thrusting but the effect was the same as he kept pulling her back in place. Every ineffectual crawling escape attempt rewarded her with a full impaling on that dick.

  “Oh, fuck!You…!You ass fucker!”

  “I sure am. What are you? ”

  Good question. Who or what was she? She didn’t feel like Sierra any longer. She felt like some sort of animal. On all fours… crawling on clumsy limbs in her own sweat, saliva, and pussy juice. Like a primordial creature crawling in primordial ooze. Just like some kind of animal or less-than-animal.

  She realized she no longer crawled to escape. Countless attempts would surely have taught her escape was not a possibility. Obviously she crawled away, not to get away, but in order to be pulled back onto that cock again and again until it was planted deep and her scalp screamed and her body screamed with pleasure. Knowing the futility of her actions and complicity only served to darkly turn her on.

  She hated all this and wanted it all but, more than either, felt deep and true that she deserved it.

  Dwelling on the thought and sensations she stopped trying to escape. For a moment her ass was no longer getting pulled down the length of his shaft. She didn’t hear Jones hold his breath in expectant observation. On its own her body jiggled her ass on his cock, clenched its length, and then she was rapidly jamming her ass back against his manhood. She emitted little grunts of satisfied effort after each jam. After twenty or more grunts of pleasurable effort a cumulative effect took place and she released a pent up wail of dismayed pleasure.

  “What are you, little one? ”

  “Oh, oh, oh, oh. Shit… I don’t know… oh oh… oh… ah… a… a horny slut? ”

  Jones rammed her hard as a reward for her pleasing comment. He hammered her ass several times and then pulled half clear.

  “Of course you are. Who does this horny slut now belong to, heart and soul? ”

  She knew what he wanted to hear. She knew that and she knew she wanted to orgasm with his cock up her ass. She wanted him to shoot inside her and the thought of achieving that level of defilement caused her lust to soar. She was desperate for it!She knew these things but she also knew that telling him what he wanted to hear would betray her own humanity. She knew she would regret it forever if she said anything like that. Saying it would open gates to whatever she said becoming all too true… and permanent.

  Jones found her delay unacceptable. He drove his cock deep up her ass, leaned down while spanking her right ass cheek with his right hand and clawing at her left breast with his left hand. With hands and knees sliding on the tiles she was helpless to defend herself.

  “What are you, which Master does the slave belong to, and what does the slave humbly beg her Master bequeath her? ”

  Sierra broke utterly, “I’m a fucking whore, a slut, a stupid cunt. I belong to you. You’re my Master. I’m your… slave… Master… your slave begs you to fuck her ass and come inside her worthless asshole. ”

  “Very good my little slave. If I am kind enough to come in your ass will you lick my cock clean and worship it with your mouth? ”

  “Yes!God, yes!Anything Master!I’ll suck it good and clean. ”

  “Very well, I will give you my gift. ”

  Jones rammed into her core and leaned in closer to her. He brought his mouth to the back of her neck without any awareness on her part. He bit the nape of her neck hard and pulsed his load into her. The painful bite and the feel of his semen pumping inside her ass brought her to complete and overwhelming climax. She lost muscular control and ended up on her tummy in a pool of her own juices. Her ass cheeks and rectal muscles kept twitching randomly for a long time after he left her. After a minute she arched her pelvis down so her clitoris made the lightest contact with the fluid-slick floor and she came all over again just as powerfully.

  Chapter 7

  Sierra never lost consciousness but she was dazed and helpless as Jones dragged her over a short distance. When she came back fully to herself she sat up and bumped her head on something. The underside of the long dining room table. He’d placed her under the table and she was surrounded by chair legs and a pair of sitting human legs that appeared like they belong to Jones.

  As she tried to get her legs under her bare and terribly sore ass she heard heavy clinks. She looked and her eyes widened in disbelief when she saw the massive iron shackles on her right ankle. Fat chain links snaked from it to wrap around the base of a round support pole for the massive dining room table. The pole was made of stone and it was actually sunk into the dining room floor. Sierra realized with a pang of despair that she would not be leaving this spot until or unless Jones or a rescuer freed her.

  My God, she thought, how’d I get into this?

  “The slave girl will now clean her Master’s cock with her mouth. ”

  Yep, those legs belonged to Jones. That was his voice. She looked around under the table for half a heartbeat before realizing that when he said “slave girl” he was talking to her.

  The nerve of this guy!Just because he was her
boss and controlled her professional career… just because they’d had sex… and he’d given her three orgasms… that just happened to be the best orgasms of her life… and just because he had her shackled in place… and just because she’d promised to suck his dirty cock clean… he actually expected her to do it!

  Sierra shuffled her knees forward and kept her head low to avoid bumping it again on the underside of the table. Dr. Jones’ penis looked damp but it didn’t really look dirty. Still, it had just been up her ass!No, she couldn’t possibly do what he asked.

  “Look, Dr. Jones --”

  “Slaves speak only when spoken to and they address their Master as Master. ”

  Sierra clamped her mouth closed and was very still. She didn’t know what to do.

  “Each passing second adds one stroke of the cane to a near future punishment. Take your time. I enjoy caning slaves. But, in fairness, I must tell you that if a full minute passes instead of a cane I’ll use a whip. ”

  The slave Sierra jerked in alarm. The “Master” would actually whip her!She couldn’t take something like that. She didn’t see how any slave could. She saw clearly now that what she could do was take his moist cock into her humid mouth. Could, would, and did.

  The damn thing did taste like ass, especially as it hardened and stretched revealing new surfaces to lick, suck, and kiss. She wondered if she could get him to come again. Maybe the taste of semen would wash away the taste of ass in her mouth. The thought caused her flat tummy to feel hunger though she guessed the hunger must be more mental than physical since it wasn’t that long since lunch.

  The whole situation was amazing for her. Pain still radiated from her ass and apparently now she was scheduled to get another caning. How many seconds had she delayed? It depended on when he started counting. Could be as few as five or as many as twenty. The thought of another caning was a little scary but aroused some curiosity -- she hoped the only arousal she felt was that of curiosity -- as well. How much worse would it hurt on her already wounded rear?

  She wasn’t sure if she could get Master Jones to spend in her mouth but she was quite sure she could orgasm if she fingered her still wet pussy. It was incredible. She felt like just some sort of sexual creature, felt like she might never be fully satisfied but would still love all things sexual. Most troubling was that pain, abuse, and humiliation all seemed just as sexual as caresses and sexual acts.

  She moved her supple lips down the side of his erection and then began tangling her tongue in his pubic hair trying to get him clean down there as well. It wasn’t technically part of Master Jones’ cock but she was pretty sure he’d welcome that kind of initiative.

  She snuck one hand between her legs, pushed her damp folds apart, and found her hard little clitoris. She felt naughty for stealing a little pleasure under her own direction. It was silly because the heavy table blocked her from view but she was still nervous the Master would know and be cross with her. He might add to her punishment. The finger pad felt miraculous on her clitoris….

  “Stop, slave. Did I give you leave to pleasure yourself? No, I did not. ”

  How did he know she was fingering herself?

  Do only as I or members of my retinue command from now on. I own your orgasms and shall mete them out as I see fit. Now, stop your oral attentions before I climax. I need to save my next load for your work associate Alyssa. I’ll be bringing her back here later so I can initiate her and she can get to know her Master’s expectations. ”

  Sierra pulled off his cock and knelt back clumsily swallowing away the extra spittle in her mouth. Poor Alyssa was the next target of Master Jones!Sierra shook herself mentally. What was she thinking about ‘poor Alyssa’ when she ought to be concerned about ‘poor Sierra’.

  “Yes, Alyssa later today and I’m sure she’ll be grateful that you prepared me to deliver an extra large load of sperm to her womb. Or her ass or her mouth, wherever I decide to fuck that slave. Then Lori tomorrow. She’ll be a tough nut to crack but I think I know just the trick to unlock the passion in that one. ”

  Alyssa and then Lori too…. Sierra had to suppose Jones must have dominated and sexually tamed Amber Rogers, Tina Crowell, and even Dr. Lynne Stanford as well. Sierra felt bizarrely jealous. That she’d feel any jealousy at all and in lieu of concern, fear, and pity for the others was quite strange but the depth of the jealousy was astounding. It almost felt like physical pain.

  After all she’d done for Master Jones!Everything he wanted!Alyssa was a shy, silky, beautiful blonde. A very light blonde and all quite natural. Lori’s blonde was bronze, so dark it was halfway to brown. Sierra felt her jealousy deepen, like twin long knives driven into her. Wait, she knew something Master did not!She couldn’t help but spit it out.

  “She won’t. We talked while disinfecting the whole clinic the second time and then again on a break. Alyssa thinks you’re… suspect, and she already told me she won’t go to any private lunch with you let alone a dinner date. ”

  “I know. That is why you’re going to call her, tell her everything is on the up and up, I’m a perfect gentleman to be trusted, and that you can’t talk about the future plans for the clinic but they’re wonderful. Urge her to meet with me at the earliest opportunity. By the way, slave, you spoke without permission so I’ll add ten strokes to your punishment. Perhaps late tonight or perhaps I’ll line you up next to Alyssa and cane two birds with one cane. To carry the metaphor one step further, when asked which is better, a bird in the hand or two birds in the bush, it is my firm belief it is best to have two birds in hand and to have one’s hand in their bushes. As long as the birds in question are actually human females and not actual birds. I’m against cruelty to animals but quite a proponent of cruelty to human females. ”

  Sierra opened her mouth to protest but thought better of it. What the Master wanted he always seemed to get and a slave like her had little chance of dissuading him. It was frustrating that he would not be satisfied with having her alone but, then again, if he could be satisfied with only a single slave, he might have stopped with one of the other girls and never gotten around to taming her. Sierra had to accept his greedy lust then wasn’t all bad. She was just coming in tune with her new role in life but she could tell it really wasn’t her place to judge him anyway.

  Jones’ voice vibrated her soul again, “Call Alyssa now. Make your words warm, enthused, and genuine. Let her know I was kind enough to give you the rest of the day off. ”

  The rest of the day “off” shackled under a dining room table!Not even allowed to masturbate herself when she was incredibly horny!

  Sierra did as ordered and surprised herself with how casual and convincing she sounded. It seemed like Alyssa completely believed her and that she would go alone with Jones, trusting in him now she had the good word from her work friend Sierra who she had no idea was now a slave. Sierra hardly believed it herself!

  Sierra closed up the cell phone and handed it back up to the Master. Betraying and tricking her friend -- or perhaps it was the act of obedience to her Master’s wishes -- caused her sexual heat to blaze. She felt like asking the Master for permission to finally pleasure herself but reluctantly thought better of it. The Master knew when she was turned on and certainly knew what she wanted. If he wanted her to give pleasure to herself he’d let her know.

  Sierra couldn’t help but consider what she’d set Alyssa up for. She did feel guilty as well. At the same time she was curious to see the Master in action taming someone else. The thought made her pussy walls squeeze together. Maybe he’d let her watch. Sierra did feel like her act of tricking Alyssa destroyed her friendship with the sweet girl. It also somehow estranged Sierra from her own self. There was no going back now.

  Jones got up, dressed, and began walking out, “Anyone who sits in any of those chairs all day today you will suck and lick them to orgasm. After each orgasm you produce in another you may g
o ahead and provide yourself with one as well. Practice your oral skills as I may make use of them tonight on your friend Alyssa. ”

  Sierra was dismayed at the prospect of spending the rest of the day stuck under the table delivering oral attentions to various strangers’ genitalia. She would get to masturbate though…. Master Jones was a considerate Master. Sort of….

  “Wait!”She couldn’t stop her outburst. All this trickery and clever plotting from the Master made her wonder about something.

  “What, slave? You will receive one more stroke of the cane for every word you speak. Go ahead, ask or say anything you like. ”

  “What you said, about Tina… did she really say those things about me? ”

  “That is fourteen more so far, to go with the previous eighteen. No, Tina never said anything bad about you at all. She never said you were frigid and clearly you are not. ”

  “You lied!”

  “Make that sixteen more. Yes, I lied, but it was a justified lie so nothing for you to be upset over even if I did give you permission to be upset. ”

  “Justified? ”Sierra was little more upset on top of all the other upsets but she was still learning to keep her words to a minimum.

  “A lie is perfectly legitimate if it is for at least two of these three reasons: One, done for the good of the liar. Two, done for the good of the recipient. Three, done in response to being lied to. In other words, fighting fire with fire. In this case it fulfilled all three. ”

  “But I never lied to you!”

  “Yes, you did. Some lies don’t involve words. You wear make-up. The job of cosmetics is to delude others by creating a partially illusory appearance. As such, a physical lie. ”

  Sierra knew she couldn’t argue with a madman, especially a mad Master, free within their own twisted logic. However, maybe she could accept its rules and use them against him….