Audrey had been right about the reaction of people in her small hometown. Her parents seemed almost embarrassed that she had survived the ordeal, and her friends kept on pressing for the lurid details of her captivity. She escaped her notoriety by moving to LA, where she quickly became lost in a city of people as fucked up as her experience with Dillon had left her.
Audrey took a job at a dress shop in a mall within walking distance of her small apartment. She kept to herself and did not bother to learn her neighbors’ names. Tiana had only spoken to her once after they were released from the hospital, and Audrey made it clear she did not want to be reminded of the incident that had stolen two months of her life.
Tiana transferred to a northern college, and eventually hid behind her studies. The few dates she tried had ended in disaster, as she would either flash back to her experiences with Dillon or picture his handsome face when she closed her eyes on her date. Now, she stayed in her apartment alone, and at night she would stroke her bald pussy, envisioning the cowboy as she orgasmed.
The holidays were approaching and most of the kids had gone home, but Tiana stayed behind in the deserted building, promising to water the plants in the empty apartment beside hers. Jenna said she would be back a few days after New Year’s, and she was pissed off at her neighbor when she returned to withered dead stalks.
It was three days until Christmas, and Tiana did not bother with a tree. She had no gifts to exchange, and she curled up on the sofa in her flannel pajamas, reading a book after watching the falling snow coat the parking lot for a while. She finished her eggnog and yawned, marked her page, and turned out the light before shuffling towards her bedroom.
Mikhail had spiked the carton earlier with enough sedative to knock the girl out. He patiently waited, hidden behind clothes in her closet until he heard the bed creak and the even breathing of the girl. The former secret service officer was well used to covert operations such as this, and although he did not understand why Viktor wanted the girls, he did not question his orders. Audrey had been collected and shipped to Russia two days ago.
He unfurled the duffle bag, and after injecting the girl he gagged and bound her and wrestled her inside the thickly padded canvas. The extra material altered the appearance of a body, and he checked to make sure she could get enough air through the hole at the top of the bag. He could take her out when they got to the airstrip, ten miles away.
Mikhail was told to keep the girl drugged until she was delivered to Viktor. She slept peacefully, unaware of her circumstances, and merely sighed when the plane’s tires bumped onto the runway in Russia.
Viktor looked at the sleeping young woman, curled up in warm flannel pajamas on his bed. He stripped her and retrieved a box from his closet. Securing black leather restraints onto her limbs and around her neck, he stood back to admire the craftsmanship. His family crest was on all of the bands, with ‘Dillon’ embroidered in gold thread on the collar.
Dillon had acclimated well to the facilities on the estate, and getting a supply of untrained women had been relatively easy. Mikhail now tutored under the cowboy, and the slaves they produced were almost equal in quality to the stock Dillon had provided through his mobile training on his rig. Still, Viktor had sensed a lingering haunting in the man’s dark eyes, and he thought this little slave might be the reason. She would make an excellent Christmas gift… and ensure Viktor the loyalty he craved.
Tiana came to with a slight headache, which she quickly dismissed when she realized her circumstances. She was naked and chained to a heavy bedpost by a collar, with her hands latched together behind her. As she struggled to her knees on the mattress, a man chuckled off to the side. Tiana stared at the man in shocked recognition, and she began to tremble and cry. “I see you remember me.” The thick deep accent sounded amused.
The horror she had managed to push to the back of her mind… only allowed to be thought of when she wanted to arouse herself… resurfaced fully as she looked silently into the man’s eyes. Oh, god. Oh, god… no. How could the Russian have found me? The thought that she was to be sold to Viktor had been the only part of her dreams about Dillon that Tiana had refused to think about.
“I have a difficult friend to arrange a gift for this season, and you are the only thing that I can think of to give him.” Tiana stared at him in mute terror. “Ah, I’m sure you agree that the cowboy’s unique tastes make him a difficult man to appease.”
Tiana looked around nervously. Dillon? Is he saying Dillon is here?
The big man continued, “And so, I send Mikhail to get you. He tells me you were living in an apartment not as big as my chambers. You will like living on a big Russian estate, I think.”
“I’m in Russia?” Tiana quivered.
“Do not forget your acknowledgements, slave. I am Master Viktor, and yes, you have the good fortune to be in my country.”
Viktor knew Tiana had been enjoying her freedom for several months, and that she had only a month of Dillon’s training before her rescue. He described to her how he expected her to comport herself that evening. Tiana was too terrified to disobey, and she found herself actually looking forward to Dillon taking her away from the man. When Mikhail came for her, she was bathed and wearing her hair loose down her back, with the leather restraints polished to a glossy finish.
The man led her to a room where she heard the Russian speaking, and several men’s voices joined into the conversation. Viktor saw Mikhail standing at the door to the parlor, with a glimpse of the girl behind him. “Dillon, I have not given you your gift yet.”
“Viktor, allowing me to use your home and getting me out of that mess in the States is certainly more than enough.”
Tiana’s pussy clenched and moistened when she heard his voice, and Mikhail noticed the anticipation in her eyes.
“Nonsense. It would merely be inconvenient to me, should you be interrupted from our business interests by incarceration.” The men laughed, but they all knew that for the most part Viktor was serious. He nodded towards Mikhail, and the men turned in their chairs to see what he was bringing.
Dillon’s mouth dropped open when he saw Tiana, beautiful blue eyes filling, cheeks covered with the red rose of humiliation at being displayed in front of all the men, and bound in Viktor’s estate restraints with Dillon’s ownership marked on the collar. She knelt at his feet, and he managed to say, “Ya’ll shouldn’t of done all that.”
The drawl let Viktor know how pleased the cowboy was. “You weren’t finished training her, so it seemed unfair to leave her behind.”
Dillon looked down at his little slave. “You belong to me?”
“Yes, Master Dillon,” Tiana trembled. Still, there was the unmistakable feeling of an aching void being filled within her.
“I took the liberty of having the cage in your room cleaned out,” Viktor said. He merely had Mikhail move the girl quivering inside it to the cage in his own room. “You can, of course, put your slave in general quarters, but I thought it might be intriguing to see the results of a companion slave you trained for your specific desires.”
“It seems your generosity has no limits,” Dillon toasted him. “Thank you, Viktor.”
Tiana remained kneeling for the rest of the hour it took the men to finish their discussions. She thought she had detected a note of impatience in Dillon’s answers as Viktor’s questions became mundane and were an obvious an attempt to keep Dillon from dragging Tiana to his room. Tiana was shuffling slightly in nervous anticipation, and Viktor enjoyed the battle between panic and arousal behind her frightened blue eyes. As generous as Viktor could be, his sadistic streak was his most outstanding attribute.
At last the final toast was made, and Dillon had Tiana rise and follow him downstairs. Dillon’s quarters were in the lower level, but they were as opulent as the guest quarters off the upstairs hall. Mikhail had quarters on the opposite end of the basement. Tiana began to shake as they neared the door, and the instinct to flee was causing her legs to quiver. She fe
lt Dillon’s hand on the small of her back and the odd, almost forgotten sensation of his calming touch worked to still her trembling.
“Come, sweetheart.” Tiana followed him into the large room. There was a minor assortment of the erotic devices she remembered from the trailer, spread throughout the room. Dillon sent her to use the restroom while he picked up the phone.
Tiana was kneeling by a chair while Dillon pulled off his boots. There was a knock on the door, and he returned with a small tray. He smiled… the first real smile Tiana had ever seen on his face… as he lifted the lid to a dinner of a small steak, potato and salad. “Your stomach was rumbling upstairs, so I figured that Viktor and Mikhail did not think to feed you.”
“Thank you, Master Dillon,” Tiana answered nervously. She was, in fact, starving. Dillon let her use her hands, even allowing her use of the fork and steak knife. The thought of using the blade as a weapon never crossed her mind. The meal was delicious, but it worked to make her tired. The drug-induced sleep had not relieved her exhaustion.
Dillon stripped and climbed into bed. “Come here, Tiana.” He pulled her up onto his chest, and Tiana thought she would be too frightened to sleep. His steady breathing and warmth, the familiar smell and strong arm embracing her and holding her close, served to ensure she was sleeping within minutes. Meanwhile, Dillon lay staring into the darkness and wondering why he did not put her into the cage, which had been his original intention.
Tiana was dreaming of her time in the rig, with the cowboy’s dark eyes flashing intently while he nipped across her body with the whip. She flinched when it kissed her with precision, leaving small red marks wherever it lashed. It was one of her most erotic scenarios, because it was the first time that she had understood Dillon was as aroused with the torment in her eyes as she was when she felt the pain of the leather. She had begun to understand it was not the inflicting of the tortures that excited him… it was her reaction to his methods.
Dillon woke to her squirming and tightening in jerks, while she moaned in her sleep and squeezed her thighs around his leg. He had no idea what specific memory of her abduction she was dreaming about, but he had no doubt that was what accompanied her sleep. His cock twitched and rose, and he groaned when a small familiar fist wrapped around him, stroking in absentminded sleep while she continued her erotic nighttime torture.
The thought of the passion on her fearful face when he bound her in ropes or when he led her to the edge of climax, made him throb with the need to be inside her. Viktor had recognized his obsession with Tiana, and over the past months he had introduced him to two of his own favorite slaves. It made his feelings for the girl less upsetting when he realized that many of the men had a favorite slave. For the Masters to receive such devotion was a situation that was actually envied… rather than viewed as a weakness. Damn, he could not stand any more. Her fingers had moved down to caress and stroke his balls.
Dillon brushed a hand down her back until he felt her stretch and begin to awaken. It was still dark in the room when he whispered, “Are you wet, Tiana?”
Tiana froze. Could he possibly know that he filled her dreams? That his erotic tortures consumed her? “Yes, Master Dillon,” she quivered.
“Show me how you’ve missed me, sweetheart.” Dillon pulled her on top of him, and she knelt as she sank onto his cock.
The feeling of him filling her almost made her climax, and her pussy gripped to hold onto his shaft. When she reached behind to stroke his sack while she rode his length, he held the weight of her breasts and squeezed. He slid his hands up her soft skin, and he crushed her erect nipples, making her gasp. Her pussy clenched tight, and shudders wracked through her channel as his fingers pinched harder, trapping the blood and engorging her tips.
“I think you have missed me quite a bit, sweetheart,” he chuckled softly.
“Yes, Master Dillon,” she quivered. She squeezed and slid until they erupted in a passion that both had been missing. Tiana remained kneeling on top of him until he pulled her back onto his chest.
Dillon stroked the length of her hair down her back. “Once you worked beyond your panic of being abducted, what did you think about our time together? I asked you once, at the beginning, but you didn’t answer. I don’t think you knew, back then.”
Tiana rose up and ran a finger gently over his lips. She said softly, “You knew, didn’t you.” It was a statement, not a question. “Even that last day when I thought I was being turned into what all the other girls had become… except maybe Audrey,” she added with a small laugh.
Dillon chuckled, “No, not Audrey. A campfire could not heat that one up.” He brushed his fingers across her forehead.
“I was so afraid when I realized that it was over.” Dillon felt a slight shiver go through her. “Audrey thought they had caught you, but for some reason I knew that you had escaped before they told us. At night, I used to try to think of other things, but my mind always drifted back to my time with you. It took a long time, and a few disappointed dates, for me to realize that no one else made me feel things like you can. It just seems so wrong to me, to feel aroused by the terrible things you do to me.” Tiana had never had a conversation with him before, but she realized they must share something for Viktor to have gone through the trouble to bring her to him.
“In answer, yes, I did know early on… But no, it is not what the other girls eventually become. They learn to accept what is desired from them, but you embrace it… and that is very different. It was a reaction I’d never received before.” He returned to stroking her back.
“I know you don’t like questions, but what’s going to happen to me now?” Tiana ventured.
It took a moment before Dillon answered. “You’re right, I don’t like questions.” He kissed the top of her head. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart. You have a busy day tomorrow.”
Tiana settled back onto his chest, and she smiled as she closed her eyes.
CHAPTER V
Tiana stretched and felt Dillon still beside her. She lifted her head off of his chest and stared at him with wide blue eyes. The talk in the dark was like two different people, but basically they had acknowledged what they needed from each other. It was a new kind of fear that the relationship had altered, and she had no idea what was expected from her.
“Good morning, sweetheart. Come wash my back.” Dillon wandered towards the bathroom, with Tiana following and admiring the handsome cowboy’s body.
The shower was an elaborate affair, with granite walls and benches. Tiana noted the metal eyes embedded in the rock and the chain that hung from the ceiling. She began with his back, and tentatively soaped up his nice ass before reaching around to his cock. The sliding soap caused the desired reaction, but instead of being bent over one of the benches, Tiana found herself kneeling on the stone floor with his rod in her mouth.
Dillon grasped her head while he thrust between her lips, imagining when he would teach her to take his full length. When he finished empting into her throat, he pulled her to her feet and had her hold her wrists up. He lowered the chain from the ceiling, and noted the shine of anxious fear in her eyes as he secured her. A few turns of the crank and she was up on her toes with her wet body taut.
Dillon rubbed soap between his palms and began a slow, seductive lathering over her body. He soaped her breasts, squeezing her nipples, and while he soaped her mound he let a finger slide along her folds. He waited for her to respond, to begin to push into his fingers, and he smacked her ass hard with his other hand.
“Oh,” she gasped at the unexpected blow. He spanked her again and he felt her tremble. By the third blow, his finger drew juices and he wiggled across her clit. She stretched her legs, trying to draw towards his hand and seek release.
As soon as Dillon heard her breathing change, he left her hanging and turned off the water. He did not return to her until he had finished dressing, and his balls tightened briefly at the desire in her eyes. She remained silent while he unhooked her, and he told her to
kneel in front of his chair by the fireplace.
“You will remain in this room until you learn to present yourself properly. Today, I want you to practice rolling smoothly to a stand. Use the mirror, because you will be punished when I come back if you wobble or jerk.”
“Yes, Master Dillon.” Tiana wanted to know how long he would be gone. She would have liked to go with him, but the message was clear. She would have to learn appropriate behavior and positions of a slave before he would let her be seen with him.
“Breakfast and lunch will be sent to you. Kneel quietly by your cage when you hear the knock on the door.”
“Yes, Master Dillon.”
“There is a toothbrush and hairbrush in the right hand drawer in the bathroom. Do not touch anything else.”
“Yes, Master Dillon.”
He rose and looked down at her. “I’ll know if you do.” With that, he turned and left the room. She heard the door lock from the other side.
Tiana walked to a floor length mirror with sides that angled out. She knelt and pushed to a stand, scrambling her feet to keep her balance. Damn, this is going to be harder than I thought. Tiana figured she could accomplish the smooth roll with no problem. Thirty minutes later when there was a knock on the door, she was still wobbling and she felt the beginning strain on the muscles in her legs as she hurried over to the cage.
She knelt silently as a girl about her own age placed a tray of fruit and oatmeal in front of her with a bottle of water. Tiana began eating while the girl moved to make the bed. The black collar and cuffs on the girl had Viktor’s estate marking but no particular designation beyond that. Tiana learned later that she was a house slave, and available to anyone who wanted her.
“You are American… for the cowboy?”
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