Chapter 2

As she came to in a haze, she was not surprised to find herself in an all too familiar position, unable to move, see, speak, or scream. She tried to figure where she was and what the noises around her were. She knew she was on a hard wood surface, her hands told her exactly where she was. She was still in the house, in the study, tied down to the desk. This was good she felt and even better, her clothing was still on. The sigh of relief must have given her away to being awake.

The voices stopped, they had been angry voices. That was all she could tell as she came to completely. Fear enveloped her as she realized this might be Brent’s “something special”. Her body started shaking in the fear of that reality, but her own mind calmed her.

“No, Bryan would not be injured or he could not make sure I did not run if the opportunity presented itself. Brent would hand me over to a stranger with no warning, but Bryan never injured in it. At that point, Brent would just hand me over to Bryan.” This made her shake more. No, Brent used that against her, which was his promise to her if she ever tried to run again. She knew what Bryan was capable of; she had seen it. She calmed herself with these rampant thoughts.

“Ah, the whore is awake.”

“You know Brent is going to kill you when he finds out.”

Laughter came, she heard a slap to skin, and then a female sound cried out in a muffle. Her mind became aware of the people around her and cried suddenly at the other female sound. She went into an almost trance state of fear now, another female. This was not good. She barely heard the following sentences from the unknown male.

“Listen, you can play with her, help me, or you can sit there tied up watching. I don’t give a fuck, either way; you will not get in my way.”

She felt someone approach her. She was familiar with the sound and feeling of someone closing in on their captured prey. She felt the material to the long skirt she was wearing moving, then she heard the material cut off her, making her naked from the waist down. Hands came to rest on her stomach as they grabbed the bottom of the blouse she wore and ripped it open. Buttons went flying and the small “ting” sounds stopped from the buttons hitting objects in the room. She was completely exposed as the blouse rested at her sides open. The hand was warm and gentle as it guided up the outside of her right leg to her upper torso. The pain was sharp, hard, and unexpected. The man had slapped her across the face with enough force to make her eyes water and nose start to run. The gag stifled the startled scream from being very audible. He was breathing on her neck then the whispering.

“You are allowed clothing now I see. Brent should have turned you over to me a long time ago. He has gone soft with you. From my understanding, he is to be home late this evening correct?”

She was unsure if this was a trap or not, she decided for truth and shook her head no.

“Hmmm, he will be home at his normal time then?”

She shook her head no again.

“He will not be home until tomorrow?”

She nodded.

“Do you know when tomorrow?”

She shook her head yes and then no.

“I am going to remove the gag as a reward for being honest. It will go back in if that mouth opens without permission, do you understand?”
She nodded her head.

As he removed the gag, she felt a fear creep in her about the whispering voice. She knew this voice and was straining her memory to place it to the person it belonged.

When she was able to move her mouth around, the taste of blood mixed in her saliva, making her aware the slap had been as vicious as it felt when it connected. She now knew the clothing remained on for effect. He wanted her awake when he made her accessible to him.

He moved away from her and heard voices talking, they were still angry voices. Bryan was pissed, that she could tell, the man was getting angrier with Bryan she assumed by the growling she was detecting, yet the words were lost on her as to what they were arguing about. Suddenly the voice was clear.

“Fine, sit there and watch you stupid fuck. Emily, come.”

The man approached her again.

“Bryan over there thinks he has a choice in what I do to you. I beg to differ with him. You tell me, can I do what I want or does he get a say?”

“I have no choice in whether he gets say or not, so I leave it in your capable hands sir.”

What else could she say? He already had control of the situation. From what she could tell, Brent had no role in this, so his rules did not matter now. She was at this stranger’s mercy.

“We can do this easy or hard. It is up to you. What do you want?”

She sucked in air and answered slow and careful, “I prefer to do this easy; I am at your mercy and will try my best to cooperate, sir.”

What did she want? Was this man insane? She wanted him gone, she wanted a normal life whatever in the hell that was, she wanted her say back in what happens in her life. They were all not to come though, so she resigned herself to what was to come.

“Alright, let us try easy first and see how cooperative you are going to be. We will start with a few questions, and then move on to better things. Tell me who you are.”

“Sunni, property of Master Brent.”

It was an automated response and one she should have thought about before opening her mouth. Fingers came to her left nipple, then a tongue gently teasing it erect. The snap of the clamp came, she sucked in a breath, and the initial pain subsided. The process repeated to the other nipple. She braced herself and was ready for the clamp this time. The fingers and tongue moved to her clit. The realization hit her that this was the female not the male. Her body tensed and the tears welled, but the sensation of the fingers and tongue made her react even though she did not want to. The clamp went on and a small pained cry came out. Once the clamps were attached, each slightly tightened; the male whispering began again. She breathed the pain, but kept her mouth shut.

“Tell me who you are.”

“Yours sir”

She heard him snap his fingers and the female fingers and tongue were back. They ran up the inside of her thighs and start fingering her, the tongue was circling her clit. This was enough to make her know the clamp was not as tight as it felt to begin with. She was trying to concentrate on the man’s whispered words. She wanted to cry out and plead for him to make her stop. She had done this before, had it done to her before, but it never ceased to make her cry and feel violated and dirty. She knew it was not wrong; it just always bothered her to have sex with another female. It always made her feel even worse when the other woman made her orgasm. Brent had made her have sex with other females often. It amused him that she would cry every time all the way through it, but still perform as ordered. Other slaves hated her for it since their owners would often punish them for her crying. Others were not pleased with it, submitting her to punishment for her crying after the act was over, while others found it just as amusing as Brent did.

“So we have established who you are, who am I.”

“Master, sir?”

“And how do you address me then?”

“How ever you wish to be addressed sir.”

Another finger slipped inside her and the tongue sped up some. Fingers started towards her back entry and the tears started flowing harder. Fingers felt the intruder already present inside the anal passageway. A small noise escaped the female licking her into frenzy.

“Problem slut?” The male voice said.

“Kind of Master, there is a plug inserted in her already.”

“Oh really? Continue.”

The whispering returned.

“So your previous owner did have some control.”

She had forgotten the plug was even there. It was common to have something there for days, except for bathing and cleansing. This small thing just humiliated her a little more. She chastised herself for the feeling as she was used to it and it really should not bother her. This was a stranger though, however familiar he was with Brent or even her for that matter. The female fingers on her turned and pulled the plug in and out slightly, while the other fingers were plunging slowly in and out in time with the plug movements, while making wet slurping sounds. The tongue was increasing pressure and circles on her clit and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. This all just added to a fresh batch of free flowing tears.

“What are you?”

She had to concentrate, what had he asked her. What was she? Through her tears, she panted out an answer.

“What ever Master wants me to be.”

The fingers snapped again. The female moved away. A moan escaped her as she had almost hit her orgasm and denied it. The swoosh sound came and then the impact on her inner right and then left thigh. Quick and hard, back and forth, five times each. The clamps on her nipples pulled hard by unknown hands, but remained fastened securely to her. Someone had pulled the attached chain hard and released it. The initial contact brought out a small scream, the following only brought forth groans of pain.

“What are you? I want the words you hate so much.”

She remembered what she hear as just came to and decided this was the probably the best answer for him.

“Your whore Master.”