Her Master's Courtesan

by Lily White

  I took her hand to steady her and her eyes darkened, dulled to a point where the last bit of light and rebellion that remained in them had been forcefully stripped. She stepped towards the frame, her eyes traveling along the gold detail and lifted a foot to climb up onto the boards that held her feet. I fastened the shackles around her feet and used a chair to climb up and fasten the cuffs around her wrist.

  Her knees wobbled, but eventually she found her balance. She was fully exposed. Her legs spread so that it was clear her panties didn’t cover her. Her breasts were pushed up and out by the position of her arms above her head. She rested the back of her head against the wall and she closed her eyes.

  I stood back to look at the artwork I’d created. It was mystifying; an object so rare that I knew my guests would take several minutes admiring the graceful lines of her body, the faint marks across her skin.

  Now that she was in place, the ‘exhibit’ I’d imagined was finally complete and the bell rang throughout the house indicating that people had arrived just in time.

  I ran my hand up her leg, but she didn’t open her eyes. When I reached the junction between her thighs, I pushed my finger up inside, smiling to realize that even while wallowing in the utter humiliation I dealt, she was still wet and ready, the juices of her body glistening on my finger when I pulled away.

  She finally looked down at me, tears flowing freely over the pallor of her cheeks. I licked her taste from my finger and smiled.

  “I apologize for staring. You’re beautiful and I didn’t want to look away.”

  She glared down at me, her eyes narrowing in pain to have her words regurgitated back at her.

  “Yes, my lovely. I know the game you play and I’m not enough of a fool to fall for pretty words spoken from the lips of a liar.”

  With those words I walked away, slowing striding out of the room to greet my guests and lead them into the dining room I’d decorated to draw their attention to the beauty of my slave.

  When I entered the foyer, I saw six men and two women in the room. I spotted Anthony first – his black hair slicked-back, his grey eyes bright to see me stroll into the room. He broke away from the crowd and reached out to shake my hand. His other hand clapped me on the shoulder and he smiled a toothy grin.

  “Damn good to see you, Aiden. You’ve been hiding yourself away for too long. I’ll admit: I was somewhat surprised to hear from you last week, but when you told me you had an exhibit I shouldn’t miss, I cancelled all my other plans to haul ass over here. I know your work and there isn’t anything in this world that would make me miss it.”

  Anthony Glass was a few years older than I am, but he was only considered a buyer and owner within the society. The terminology is our own and it’s useful to distinguish the roles of the men who are included in our group. I often wondered why Anthony never trained to become a Master and, quite frankly, if he decided now that he wanted to step up to the position – I’d offer to personally tutor him in the fine art. He has a good understanding of the methodology and his heart is cold enough to take a woman and break her for the purpose of sale. I suspect that he’s afraid to witness those first couple days and nights – when the hand of a Master rips the personality from a woman’s mind and replaces it with the personality of a whore. It’s not an easy task and it takes a special type of person to crush the hopes and dreams of another person. Perhaps Anthony is more intelligent a man than me – one who enjoys the fruits of another man’s labor without having the stain of the destruction of another soul on his hands.

  “Anthony – it has been too long. I apologize for my extended absence, but business has been rather busy these past few months. While you are sinking your dick into your courtesans, I’ve been becoming a very rich man. I’m sure you understand the money will always take precedence over my social life.”

  He smiled again, nodding his head in understanding. “Of course, Aiden. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”

  I nodded back and turned my attention to my other guests. Henry, Collin, Xavier and Gail waited patiently to greet me. Seeing that I’d finished my conversation with Anthony, they crossed the foyer, each shaking my hand and speaking their hellos. I smiled courteously and my eyes fell on the two women and the other man that stood in waiting behind them. All three were slaves and each was dressed provocatively, holding their bodies in such as a way as to entice the attention of the handlers in the room.

  My eyes fell on the buxom brunette and images filled my head of the days I’d broken her down. She’d been easy prey – a slut in her own life before I made her a whore. If anything, I’d given her a better life than the one she’d led before her abduction. At least in the society, she would be free of disease; she’d have a roof over her head and food to eat. She wouldn’t be scrambling to the bars and strip clubs in an effort to feed the child I knew she had.

  I did a favor for that child by taking her incompetent mother and when I tracked the home to which the child was taken – her grandmother’s from what I could gather – I made an anonymous donation, setting it up to appear as if the state granted the money in condolence of the child having been abandoned. I wasn’t surprised when the grandmother readily accepted the cash without questioning the charity from which it supposedly had been gifted.

  “You remember Abigail.” Henry pointed back at the girl and my eyes ran down the luscious curves of her body. Days ago my dick would have been hard at the sight of her, the knowledge in my head of just how much pain the woman could take and just how wet she became as a result. But knowing who was currently in my home, chained to a frame on a wall in wait of the party, I had no interest in Abigail. It was as if my dick preferred the innocence of Rebecca – it preferred pussy that hadn’t been spread all over town before it was taken and sold into the society.

  “I do. She looks incredible. You have done quite well with her, Henry.”

  He laughed and snapped his fingers at Abigail. Obediently, she walked to stand by his side and I reached out to caress the side of her large breast. Even though she kept her eyes down, I could see the lascivious smile peek at her lips from my touch. She’d been fun, I remember that – but it was nowhere near as satisfying as breaking in a girl like Rebecca over my cock.

  Gail stepped forward next. “I understand you gentleman prefer pussy to look at when we gather together, but I couldn’t help but bring my new slave. His ass is the tightest fuck I’ve had yet and I wanted to show off what I believe is a rare treat. Not many Masters create male courtesans, but I was lucky enough to find this one.” He walked over to run his hand over the sculpted chest of his slave and I shuddered at the motion.

  Had I broken a man before? Yes, but I’d never enjoyed it. I preferred a softer body beneath me, a feminine cry caused by the force of my dick inside her. Some owners preferred men – in part due to bisexual tendencies and also because it made them feel more dominant to own and objectify a person who had the strength to fight back, but was powerless to do so. The Masters who trained male courtesans were wealthy beyond imagination and I’d toyed with the idea several times when the request had been made. But my dick was never hard for a man and I’d turned down the job every time the opportunity presented itself.

  After Xavier introduced his slave, I lifted my arm to direct the men towards the dining room. The smell of food wafted through the large house and my mouth watered. I was excited to show off the art collection I’d recently acquired and displayed for the men to see.

  “Let’s not waste any more time, gentlemen. I have something I think you all will enjoy immensely waiting for you behind those double doors.”

  I led the men into the room and smiled when I heard the approval in their laughter and grunts. As each man brushed past me, making their way into the room, moving slowly along the walls taking in the hedonistic display. I kept my eyes trained on Rebecca, reveling in the look in her eyes when she broke my rules and looked into the faces of each man. When Henry, Anthony and Xavier crossed the threshold into
the room, it was disgust and shame written in her expression; but, when Gail entered the room, her shame transformed into abject fear and repulsion. My eyes narrowed and I was curious as to why Gail bothered her the most.

  She looked at me and I smiled, letting her know that I wasn’t concerned by her obvious pain. I was amused by it, turned on to a point where my dick once again grated against the material of my pants, begging to be released.

  But why Gail? He was nothing more than a dirty old man – round and fat – he was more unpolished than he was dangerous.

  I turned to follow him as he moved about the room, reaching out and touching the photographs with reverence and want. By the time he’d rotated to stand before the masterpiece in the center, he reached up to run his finger along the inside of her thigh. She attempted to jerk away from him and she grit her teeth, her hands pulling at the cuffs at the top of the frame. Why was this man so much worse than the rest?

  Turning to look at me, Gail announced loudly, “Aiden, my good man, you have outdone yourself. I’ll offer you however much you want to fuck this whore. I don’t care what price you ask – I have to sink my dick inside the sweet pussy that you have displayed on your wall.”

  He turned back to look at her and added, “It will be a dream come true. Won’t it beautiful?”

  She whimpered and her body shook violently. Her expression contorted and she looked like she would be sick where she stood. A brow arched over my eye and my curiosity was heightened. I didn’t understand her reaction, but I was determined to find out the cause.

  Before I could respond to Gail, I felt Anthony’s hand fall on my shoulder. I broke my attention away from Gail and Rebecca to look over at the friend I’d known for over twenty years.

  “This display truly is a marvel, Aiden. That woman, the newest courtesan to our society’s collection – she’s remarkable. I’ve never been more turned on by a slave and I’m not surprised that Gail is jumping at the chance to sink his rotten dick inside her. Who is her buyer, if you don’t mind me asking? I may have to offer some money his way to take her off his hands when he’s finished with her.”

  I groaned at Anthony’s words and remembered the problem we, as a society, had on our hands with Duke. “The man refers to himself simply as Duke. I can tell by conversations I’ve had with him already that his tendencies are far more degenerate than what is considered normal by the men in our group. He may be a loose cannon Anthony, and I wanted to discuss the details of what I know about him when we have a few minutes alone and away from the other men. The last thing I need is for them to overhear our conversation and tell the members that I’m judging another man’s kink, but I fear that if we continue in our dealings with Duke – the society as a whole will be in jeopardy.”

  Anthony nodded his head while both of our eyes remained trained on the other men strolling about the room, taking in the wanton display of sexual depravity that hung proudly along the walls. I noticed how Gail continued to harass Rebecca, sticking his fingers inside her, rolling them around, enjoying the feel of her tight opening. He would pull them out every so often and lick the tips, the entire time keeping his eyes locked to hers. I should have stepped forward and reprimanded her for breaking the eye contact rule, but he appeared to enjoy the way she was looking at him. He laughed every time she pulled away from him. I needed to know why.

  “I’ve heard of her buyer, and I have to say it will be a shame to waste such a lovely girl on a man such as him. He tends to keep them for a month or two before he’s back on the market seeking out a new courtesan. He never trades and no person has been allowed in his home. We’ve suspected for a while that the courtesans don’t live long once he buys them. We also suspect he obtains women via other means as well.”

  “Your suspicions may be correct. He all but admitted to me that his dick is hard when it’s shoved inside their cold corpses. I fear dead bodies will begin to pop up and could eventually lead back to the society.”

  Anthony was thoughtful in his silence, but eventually commented, “Maybe you should refuse this sale and save the girl from death. She won’t last long in his house and it will be some time before I can convince the senior members to approve an investigation into his tendencies. It’s not our place to judge, Aiden, you know that. But if he is a risk, it will be something that will need to be looked into. Unfortunately, there are protocols to be followed. We do not have the right to barge in to the homes of our members. By the time I can even get them to consider the matter, she’ll be nothing but a distant memory.”

  I continued to watch her while I considered Anthony’s words. She broke rule after rule after rule, and if Gail wasn’t so completely smitten with whatever fear it was she had of him, he would have pointed it out instantly. The fact that he hadn’t pointed her rebellion out confirmed to me that there was more going on between him and my slave than I understood. I would punish her for the rules she broke, most likely after dinner and before my guests departed for the evening. Although I could tell there was a reason for her reaction to Gail, I couldn’t allow her to disrespect the rules I’d put in place.

  Sighing, I finally responded to Anthony’s suggestion. “He’s already paid the deposit and I am nothing if not a professional. Without evidence, I cannot refuse him now that I’ve agreed. You know that as well as I. Her life is of no consequence when it comes to money and business.”

  Anthony’s response was forlorn and wistful. “I suppose you’re right. Such a shame. I’d be eager to get my hands on a woman like her. Perhaps I’ll have to put in an order myself one of these days. The three I currently own have grown rather cold and their submission is no longer enjoyable.”

  Without another word he walked away to stroll towards Rebecca. Gail moved away when Anthony approached and Rebecca appeared to relax even when Anthony ran his hand over the shape of her legs and shoved his fingers inside the cunt I knew was wet and waiting for a man’s cock.

  Seeing how her reaction and behavior changed suddenly, I was more determined to discover why my beautiful girl had initially reacted the way she had when it was Gail’s fingers that were buried inside her.

  Rebecca

  His words stung me before he walked away – his knowledge that I’d lied when I called him beautiful, that I was attempting to play games with a man who was the Master of not only my body, but also my mind.

  Even when I’d offered my total submission, he rejected me and I was stung by the venom of his words and the callousness of his reaction to the small piece of my soul that I’d given him when I’d admitted that just the sight of him left me breathless and in need.

  While I hung there – rejected, humiliated and degraded - I heard the men out in what I imagined was the entrance area of the large house – their laughter when they greeted one another, the serene manner in which they conducted their lives, never caring that they destroyed other lives in the process. It was so casual, as if what they did – the women they stole and forced to become nothing but a body used for sex – was completely normal. They were entitled to whatever they wanted and nobody could tell them differently.

  When they entered the room, I allowed my eyes to fall on the men and women who moved through the room. First, it was a tall man with greying hair. He was followed by another tall man with jet black hair and a belly that extended out over the top of his designer suit slacks. Behind that man was a woman with large, exposed breasts – she was short, but curvy and her hair flowed like ebony silk down her back and over the perfect shape of her ass. She was beautiful and I wondered how long she’d been a courtesan within the society.

  Another man entered, he was shorter than the first two, but his shoulders were broad and it was obvious he was strong. He pulled on the chain leash of a blonde woman behind him. She walked slowly, her shoulders pulled back elegantly even though her eyes were trained to the floor. Two more men entered – one after the other – and bile rose quickly up my throat, the acrid taste coating my tongue, before I could swallow it back down. My b
ody began to shake and tears were forced from my eyes to see him. My heart raced against my ribs and I held my breath, closing my eyes and then opening them again, praying that it wasn’t real.

  Gail Carlisle – the father of the boy to whom I’d given my virginity – had entered the room. He walked in like he owned the place, confident and sure in his stride. He was the head of one of the wealthiest families in our town and he was one of the cruelest bastards you could ever have the misfortune to meet. I can’t say I was surprised to see him here – and it answered a question I had about him for a long time.

  I’d dated his son for two years – Trenton Carlisle. He was my first love. When we’d been together, he treated me like a queen; always bringing me flowers for no reason at all or carrying my books for me at school. He didn’t care that his friends called him ‘whipped’. He didn’t rush me into sex as many of the other boys had done to my friends.

  When we were 16, Trenton took the keys to his parents’ luxury vacation home in the mountains. We drove up one weekend and he treated me to the most wonderful vacation of my life. He had everything staged perfectly for me and, being that I was a naïve girl, I believed it was the ultimate sign that he loved me. I made love to him all over that house, returning home a few days later sore, but happy.

  But then I received an email from an unknown address that night. Videos of my body naked beneath Trenton – of the seductive strip tease I’d performed for him inside the house. He broke up with me the next day and told me I was nothing more than a dirty little whore. If the video wasn’t enough to destroy me, his words were. The email had instructed me to remain quiet about the tape, warning that if I told anybody, it would be posted online and copied and disseminated throughout my school.

  Mr. Carlisle looked up at me after slowly letting his gaze travel over the pictures of my naked and bound body. He smiled almost immediately and licked his lips, turning towards me and stalking up to stand in front of me.