by Vivien Sparx
At last she had his trousers undone and she took him in the warmth of her hand, her fingers splayed and stretched to hold him.
Stefan pulled his mouth from her breast. There was a simmering heat in his eyes. He tugged at her dress and it bunched at her hips. He tugged again and it fell in a silken pool around her feet.
Stefan kicked off his shoes and socks and then he took a pace back to admire the beauty of Renee’s body. She stood before him in just tiny red panties, and her whole body seemed as tense and arched as a bow by the depth of her arousal.
Her training told her to stand and let him drink in the sight of her as he tugged off his tie and loosened the buttons of his shirt. But she remembered the bracelet, and she was already drunk with the heady power of her new freedom. Bravely she dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling Stefan towards her open mouth.
To have him standing before her – to have the power over his pleasure in the way she used her mouth – was a new experience for Renee and she reveled in the freedom as she teased and tasted Stefan’s hardness. Each kiss and swipe of her tongue brought a deep groan from Stefan, and she drew out his aching need until her taunting simply became too much for him.
He reached down and grabbed at her arms, loosening her grip around his thighs. He pulled her to her feet and then pushed her hungrily onto the bed. Renee fell backwards onto the soft mattress and her legs fell open in silent invitation.
Then she felt his naked body over hers. He was so hard, so masculine, his muscular legs like iron. She could feel him pressed between her thighs, hard and huge as he cupped her beasts in his hands. He suckled one nipple, then the other, teasing with sweeps of his tongue until she gasped with agonized pleasure.
There was no time to peel her damp panties off; their need was too urgent. Stefan merely hooked a finger in the waistband and snapped the thin elastic, tearing the lingerie from her. Then, with a groan, he entered her. The fullness of him slid deeply inside her and Renee undulated her hips and then wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Yes!” Stefan moaned. He raised himself up on his braced arms and drove into her with powerful thrusts that she met with fierce lunges of her own.
He was her man and she belonged to him for all eternity. The words echoed in her mind like a mantra in time with the rhythm of their bodies as Stefan filled her again and again. Then, on the edge of their explosive releases, he covered her gasping mouth with his, so that the instant of their orgasms was shared in a wild kiss that left them breathless and heaving in exhaustion.
Afterwards, slick and sweaty from their lovemaking, they showered together. Stefan watched Renee as she tilted her head back beneath the cascading water. The sight of her slim, perfect body arched and glistening wet as the water sluiced over her breasts and hardened nipples was an irresistible taunt. Under hooded eyelids she flicked him a teasing glance and Stefan took up the invitation in her eyes with a growl. He pushed her against the cool glass partition of the shower and made love to her against the wall as hot water covered them, and the hissing spray drowned out their strangled cries of passion.
Seven.
Renee drove into Bishop’s Bridge the next morning for groceries. When she returned home it was late afternoon. Stefan was standing in the living room, staring out of the curtained window. His jacket was thrown over the back of a chair and his shirtsleeves were rolled up to his forearms. There was a tumbler of scotch in his hand. Renee sensed instantly the brooding tension in his stance; the stiffness in his shoulders and the stillness of him.
She went silently into the bedroom and hung her clothes neatly in the wardrobe, pulling on a short black pleated skirt over her panties and a white tank-top over her bra.
Her collar was on the bedside table and as she picked it up her fingers brushed over the diamond bracelet Stefan had given her.
The conch.
She longed to be able to slip the bracelet on right now! She wanted to know what it was about the man who was arriving that darkened Stefan’s mood so completely.
With an effort, Renee set her fears aside. She turned to the mirror and checked her reflection. She brushed her hair quickly and re-touched her makeup. She sighed. Strangely, she felt restricted in the skirt and top, even though the hem of the skirt barely covered her upper thighs and the fabric of the tank stretched across her breasts like a second skin.
She fastened the collar around her throat and closed the bedroom door behind her.
When she came quietly back into the living room, Stefan seemed to sense her presence. He turned, his face bleak. His eyes flicked over her almost absently. Renee waited with her legs spread, her hands behind her back and her head bowed.
“Fine,” he said at last. “Those clothes will be what I expect you to wear for the next couple of days.”
Renee nodded. She waited for Stefan to say something more but he simply turned back to the window.
“I have groceries in the kitchen. May I attend to them?” Renee asked after a long moment of awkward waiting.
“No,” Stefan said suddenly, and she saw the tautness in his face and the deep lines of tension that framed his mouth as he turned to her. “Master Larry has just arrived.”
Eight.
Larry Madden slid out behind the wheel of the slick silver Porsche and stretched. He was a tall man with big arms. He was wearing jeans and a shirt, the top four buttons undone revealing a swollen chest covered with ginger hair and a belly that looked flat and hard.
He squinted up at the afternoon sun and then turned to face the house. Renee noticed the thickness of the man’s neck under a wide flat-featured face with dark beady eyes. He ran his hands through his short wiry hair and yawned expansively.
“Stand in position,” Stefan said to Renee and she obediently went back to the center of the living room and spread her legs. She clasped her hands behind her back and took one last look at Stefan as he went out through the front door before she quickly bowed her head and waited…
She heard Stefan and Larry talking on the doorstep and Renee was struck by the volume of the man. His voice boomed, the sound of his words grating and gravel-like. She heard the man laugh at something Stefan said, and then he was filling the doorway, standing with his hands on his hips, and Renee felt her skin creeping with the force of his eyes on her body.
“Ruck me!” Larry Madden said, and whistled softly under his breath. He came into the room and slowly circled Renee – and it took all of her will and discipline not to cringe away from his leering inspection.
“Master Larry, this is my slave, Renee.”
Renee lifted her head and stared at the man. He reminded her of a snake; there was something vulgar and reptilian about his manner, but she kept her expression blank and her voice neutral. “Pleased to meet you, sir,” she said.
“And it’s a rucking pleasure to meet you,” Larry bared his teeth. He turned back to Stefan in the doorway and punched his shoulder lightly. “You’ve done well for yourself,” he said. “What’s it like? What’s the ride like?”
“Renee has been with me for three months,” Stefan said stiffly. “And she is a very competent submissive.”
Larry stopped and stared at Stefan, noting the strain in his voice. He tilted his head curiously. “What?” he challenged. “Am I too crude for your little bit of fluff, Stefan? Is that it?”
Stefan said nothing. The two men stared at each other and the tension between them was like electricity. Then Larry slowly began to smile.
“Well, it’s got nice tits, I’ll say that much for you. Are they real?”
Without waiting for an answer he threw himself down on the sofa and stretched out. “We were always the smart ones, you and me, Stefan. We always knew how to pick a good slave, didn’t we, eh? Yes we did. You and me should be friends after all we went through together in the old days.”
“Of course we’re friends,” Stefan said solemnly without a trace of sarcasm in his voice. “I consider you one of my best.”
Stefan gave a faint smile but said nothing more. He turned to Renee instead. “Please go out to the car and help Master Larry’s slave, Renee.”
With a silent sigh of relief, Renee went down the stairs and was met by a slim blonde girl who looked almost child-like. She had big sad eyes and a serious expression. She was wearing a skirt shorter than Renee’s, high heels, and a lacy bra. Renee was struck by the size of the young girl’s breasts; they seemed enormous in proportion to the thin athletic frame of her body.
The girl smiled weakly at Renee and then lowered her eyes again without saying a word. She had a scuffed and dirty travel bag slung over her shoulder and a suitcase hung heavy from her other hand. Renee took the suitcase and led her inside the house.
Renee put the suitcase in the hallway as the young blonde girl followed her inside.
She eased the travel bag off her shoulder and stood in position beside the bar.
Larry waved his hand at the girl. “Get me a beer,” he said.
The girl bent over the travel bag obediently and reached inside. “Not a warm one this time,” he instructed.
The girl reached around inside the bag for a moment and found a bottle of beer. She unscrewed the cap and brought it to where Larry sprawled on the sofa.
He took the bottle without even glancing at the girl and held the beer to his lips, drinking slowly. When he set the bottle down again it was half empty. He looked at Stefan. “Want a beer, friend?” Larry asked – and then he belched loudly.
Stefan raised his eyebrow but said nothing. He slid his hands into the pockets of his trousers. Only Renee noticed that her Master’s hands were bunched tightly into fists.
“No?” Larry said, looking hurt. Then he smiled lazily and his hand snatched out and locked around the blonde girl’s wrist. His grip squeezed like a vice. She didn’t move. She didn’t flinch.
“Well how about some of this?” he laughed. Using his weight, Larry pulled the girl down to him and tipped her backwards over his lap. He pinned her down with one heavy muscled arm across her chest and with the other hand he swept her tiny skirt up over her waist.
“Take a look. She’s all yours if you want a ride, Stefan.”
The girl was naked under the skirt, her lower body shaved completely smooth. Larry drifted one of his big hands across the girl’s sex and she squirmed.
“You can even go first,” Larry offered. “That’s what buddies do for each other. That’s how friendships work.”
Stefan glanced down at the girl. Larry’s hand had forced her legs apart and now she was lying exposed and docile.
“No. Thank you,” Stefan said. “But I will have a drink with you,” he smiled thinly. He went behind the bar and poured himself a scotch.
“To the future,” Stefan said. He raised his glass.
Larry looked at him suspiciously. “To the past,” Larry said. “Where friendships were formed.”
The two men drank in silence, and Stefan watched Larry carefully over the rim of his glass.
“What’s her name, Larry?” Stefan waved his empty glass at the young girl. “Where did you get her? She’s very pretty.”
Larry’s eyes narrowed for a moment warily, and then lit up at the compliment. He pushed the girl off his lap and she stood at his side with her head bowed.
“I call it Tink,” Larry said. His beer bottle was empty and he studied the label for a moment in contemplation before he went on. “Bought her brand new from our contact about two years ago.” He winked.
Stefan inclined his head. “You’ve done well.”
Larry smiled. “She cost me six grand,” he said. “And she was a bitch to train. Had to do it the hard way for the first few months – but she got the message.”
“How old is she?”
“Eighteen.”
Stefan smiled. “That’s young. But if I remember, you always did have a thing for the young ones.”
Larry laughed and rubbed his chin. “Don’t you talk bucko!” he laughed loudly. “If I remember, you got your rucking scar because of a new piece of fluff.”
Stefan smiled but it never reached his eyes.
Larry got up off the sofa and belched again. Then he casually pulled the strap of the girl’s bra down revealing her large firm breasts. Larry pinched the girl’s nipple but her face remained completely expressionless.
“These cost me another three,” Larry boasted. “Had to get ‘em done in Mexico because of her age, but, man, they’re the bomb! What do you reckon, Stefan? Aren’t they amazing?”
Stefan feigned admiration. He watched Larry absently caressing the girl’s swollen breasts and then he turned to Renee. “Take Tink into the spare bedroom please, Renee,” Stefan said. “You can help her to unpack the suitcase while Master Larry and I do some reminiscing about the old days.”
Renee skirted around the edge of the room, subconsciously putting space between herself and Larry. Dutifully, the young blonde girl followed her into the hallway and retrieved the heavy suitcase.
Larry watched the two women disappear as he crossed to the travel bag and rummaged around inside for another beer.
Nine.
Renee pushed the spare bedroom door open and stepped aside as Tink came into the room behind her, struggling under the heavy weight of the suitcase. With a grunt, she hefted it onto the bed and sprung the latches.
Renee smiled at the younger girl. “My name’s Renee,” she said. “What’s yours?”
“Tink,” the girl said.
“I mean your real name.”
The girl frowned. “Tink.”
“Don’t you have another name? Like Christine or Claire…”
“Not that I remember.”
As they spoke, Renee watched the girl unpacking the bag, dividing the contents into two separate piles. One bundle was a collection of dress-shirts, new denim jeans, a business suit, sports jacket and several pairs of leather shoes. The second pile was made up of just two lacy bras, two pairs of black lace panties, and a simple blue sundress. Beside the clothes the girl set a tiny cosmetics bag.
“Oooh,” Renee pretended. “I love the color of your dress. Can I see it?”
Carefully the girl handed Renee the dress and she unfolded it and held it up in front of her. It was short, ice-blue in color, and Renee could see areas where the fabric was almost threadbare. Under the left arm, she noticed a tear in the material had been hand-sewn.
“Master bought it for me from a thrift shop when he took me from Arizona,” Tink said shyly.
Renee smiled and ran her eye over the meager collection of clothes Tink had packed. “Well… I don’t know how you do it,” she said kindly. “I could never travel so lightly.”
Tink frowned and tilted her head in a question. “Lightly?”
“Yes. I need three suitcases just to stay overnight.”
Tink looked down at the floor. “This… this is everything I own,” she said.
Renee slid the empty suitcase under the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress while Tink began to hang her Master’s clothes neatly in the wardrobe.
“I heard your Master say you had been with him for two years,” Renee began. “You must have been interested in the lifestyle at a young age.”
Tink said nothing. She put all the shirts onto coat hangers and then lined up all of her Master’s shoes in pairs.
“What made you want to become a submissive and serve a Master?” Renee persisted.
“I didn’t have a choice,” Tink said, but there was no emotion in her voice – no bitterness or longing. “I was trained – and then sold.”
“What about… what about before you were trained?” Renee persisted, even though she could tell the girl resented being questioned.<
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“I don’t remember,” she said. She put her panties, bra and cosmetics case in the bottom draw of a bedside table. “I don’t remember anything before I woke up in a cage in Arizona and a man told me I had been brought to him for training as a sex slave.”
Ten.
“I can’t believe you and that man were once friends.”
Stefan shook his head. “We weren’t.”
Renee pulled the covers down and sat on the edge of the bed. “Well he certainly thinks you were.”
“Larry Madden is – and has always been – a drunken thug.”
Renee watched as Stefan undressed and climbed naked into bed. She looked at him, a concerned expression creasing her brow. “Well clearly you have a history together.”
“Ancient history,” Stefan muttered.
Renee unfastened the cord around her bathrobe, peeled it off her shoulders, and climbed under the covers. She lay on her side and watched Stefan’s face. “He said you got a scar or something. What did he mean? Is that how you are connected to this man?”
Stefan closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them again he was grim-faced.
“I met Larry Madden shortly after my wife died,” he explained. “Renee, at the time I was angry. I was mad at God for taking Tif from me – and I was mad at the world. I had just discovered the world of BDSM and I wanted to know more. There is a dark side to domination and submission, and I accidentally got drawn into it.”
“A dark side?”
“Dark and dangerous,” Stefan said solemnly. “Renee, girls like Tink are bought by men like Larry. There is an underground business, and it’s big money people-trafficking.”
Renee propped herself up on her elbow and looked hard at Stefan. “What do you mean?”
Stefan sighed. “There is a man in Arizona,” he began, “and he is well known in the BDSM world. He’s a supplier. He goes by the name of Victor. Young women are kidnapped and brought to him for training. That’s what he does. They call him ‘The Animal Trainer’. He takes these girls and he breaks them down, and then re-makes them as sex slaves. Then they’re auctioned off to the highest bidder.”