Loverboy
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A contract in the name Sally Anne Green. She’d been sold to a man living in Alaska for $300,000 dollars. The contract wasn’t signed. Sky’s heart picked up speed.
$300,000? Very interesting. A far cry from the $100,000 she’d mentioned to the police.
What did the unsigned contract mean? Had Sally been forced into slavery?
A sound from outside the door caught her attention. Dropping the contract back into the folder, she quickly slid the drawer shut and plopped into the nearest chair.
A split second later the door swung open and Loverboy walked in. Thankfully he was dressed in a white shirt and casual slacks.
Sky exhaled in relief. If he’d shown up naked expecting to her to perform on him, she would have died on the spot.
“I’m sorry to keep you waiting. I had to attend to some pleasure.”
Ookay.
“Now! Let me explain how our sex slave classes work.” He sat down on the chair behind his desk and clasped his hands behind his head, looking totally relaxed.
She wished she could relax, unfortunately, all she could think about was Jim and praying he would be careful.
“As I was saying, your pay would be $100,000 a year. You would be expected to perform any sexual duties your master or mistress asks. Including performing on any of his or her friends. Would you be comfortable with that?”
“Performing on someone other than my master?”
Loverboy nodded.
“I would have to obey my master, wouldn’t I? His word would be my command regardless of whether I like it.” Damned if she would sleep with any other man than Jim.
“During my training course, you will be exposed to all the basics of what a master or mistress will demand from you. It is the best way to sensitize yourself to your new world. There will be classes in oral sex, anal sex, threesomes, different positions, and many more exciting courses. The last week would be in the Sex Dungeon.”
“What’s that?”
Loverboy unclasped his hand from behind his head and leaned forward. Excitement gleamed in his eyes.
“Your final week is spent in the Sex Dungeon where you are forced to put into practice what you’ve learned here. We have potential masters and mistresses who come and try you out.”
Mercy. This slave business wasn’t as easy as she’d thought earlier tonight.
“The masters and mistresses experiment with the students in the Dungeon. It gives both the potential owner and slave an idea if they are compatible.”
“What a unique idea,” Sky forced herself to say.
“I thought so too when my partner came up with the idea. Oh and before I forget to mention it, the Sex Dungeon is also available to all the Sex Slave students, past, present or future who attend my course. You are free to go downstairs anytime to try out the male or female we have down there. It gives the students an idea of what will happen to them when they leave here. As a matter of fact that’s where I just came from.” He grinned. “Seeing your beautiful naked pussy all wet from your encounters with Jim gave me one hell of a hard on.”
Sky tried hard not to stiffen at his words. Tried hard not to shiver as she imagined herself locked away in a dungeon being forced to have sex with Loverboy or a stranger.
“I wouldn’t mind having a tour of the Sex Dungeon.”
“What a wonderful idea. But first let’s discuss the contract, shall we?”
Oh yes, the contract.
He slid a desk drawer open, withdrew a paper and placed it onto a cleared area on his desk.
“It is a standard form. The contract explains more in detail of what would be expected from you and the courses you would take. Of course, before you sign the contract I would have to give you a physical.”
Sky froze. She could feel cold perspiration dot her forehead.
“A physical?”
“To see if you are healthy. Blood tests for sexual diseases. Internal exam. Routine stuff.”
Internal exam? Oh God! How the hell was she going to get out of this one?
“Since you are so eager, we can do it right now. I have an adjoining room where I do the physical, draw the blood, get the urine. I send the items to the lab and I’ll have the results in twenty-four hours. Then you can sign the contract.”
Sky’s heart thumped loudly in her ears. The thought of Loverboy’s hands touching her body made her feel sick. But what else could she do? The last thing she needed was to make him suspicious by denying his request. Sky drew in a ragged breath and nodded in agreement.
~*~
Chapter Six
Red hot anger ripped through Jim as he gazed down at the woman lying naked on the bed.
He’d found her.
He’d found Sally Green. And she was drugged up to her eyeballs.
She’d grown into quite the woman since the last time he’d seen her three or four years ago. Back then she’d been in pig tails, wearing braces and tomboyish when she’d opened the door to her home. She’d said nothing to him as she’d quickly accepted the files his boss had requested for Jim to bring over while his boss recovered from gall bladder surgery. Then she’d slammed the door shut in his face.
Now Sally was long legged and very curvy. A natural beauty.
Her waist length blond hair was tangled with perspiration. Her face chalk white. Full breasts rose and fell as she breathed heavily.
Her long legs were spread eagle. Her shaven cunt exposed and wet with semen.
Her eyes were wide open. Fixed as she stared straight through him.
He closed his eyes against the sickening sight, remembering how only minutes ago he had seen Loverboy come through the secret door in the kitchen.
Jim had been surprised to see the kitchen wall move. Only his quick thinking had enabled him to slip undetected into the nearby broom closet.
Through the crack in the slightly open door, he’d watched him turn the thermostat one full turn and saw the door swing shut.
Christ! He wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t seen it. A secret door to an underground passage that led to several locked rooms.
This one had been the only one unlocked. Obviously Loverboy had been in too much of a hurry to get to his meeting with Sky.
Sally moaned. Her lashes fluttered and her sightless eyes closed.
Jim picked up her limp arm. Her skin felt clammy and cool as he pressed two fingers against her wrist.
Her pulse was strong but slow.
“Sally? Sally? Can you hear me?”
“Loverboy? You back so soon? You just can’t get enough of me, can you?”
She opened her eyes and giggled. Her fingers reached up and ran smoothly along his jaw line. She smiled seductively.
“What did they give you, Sally? Do you know?”
Her brows pressed together in a frown. “Sex drugs. It’s part of the course. You should know that.” She blinked wildly trying to focus. “Who are you? You’re not Loverboy.”
“I’m a student here.”
“Sent down to fuck me?”
Jim’s eyes moved to her rising breasts as she inhaled deeply. Her arms reached out, grabbing him around his waist.
“Do with me what you want. Your wish is my command, master,” she said as she looked up at him. Her head lolled sideways like a rag doll. She giggled again.
Jim scanned the bare room looking for her clothing. He saw nothing. Not even a goddamn bed sheet to cover her nakedness.
“I’m here to get you out, Sally.”
“I’m not leaving here. I’m almost finished with my course.” Her smile widened. “I’m pretty sure that big black man will take me. He seemed to have no trouble sticking his big pecker into my tight hole. I told Loverboy I want him. Or maybe I’ll take you. You’re cute.”
Her grasp around his waist tightened.
To his shock she pressed a hot kiss against the head of his semi-erect penis.
Jesus. He had to get her out of here. Fast.
“Sorry Sally, I’m already taken.”
“I’m new.” No use telling her who he was. She’d figure it out soon enough.
“New? And you already have a mistress?”
“A girlfriend. Now c’mon, let’s get you out of here. Your father is worried about you.”
Sally blinked in puzzlement, then laughed.
“My father? Worried about me? Hell, he probably misses fucking me.”
Jim’s closed his eyes and cursed.
“Oh! Didn’t daddy dearest tell you? I’ve been his sex toy since I was eight. I refuse to do it for free anymore. Tell my father he can go fuck himself! I’m not going back to him.”
Great! Just great! What the hell was he supposed to do now? Believe what she was telling him? It could be the drugs talking. But the look of pain in her eyes made him believe she was telling the truth.
Should he still get her out of here? Or leave her to her fate?
“Why’d you go to the cops then?” he asked.
“I never went to the goddamn authorities. My father made it up when I told him I wanted to be a sex slave. My only mistake was throwing it in his face that I was being trained by Loverboy.”
Jim inhaled in frustration. This was just great. This whole assignment was just a ruse? A con job thought up by a jilted father.
Shit! If he didn’t bring Sally Green back to the bastard, he’d probably make Jim lose his job.
He looked down at Sally. At the way her eyes were fixed because of the sex drugs. Drugs that she was fully aware of and fully accepting.
Who the hell was he to make the decision of what Sally Green should do anyway? She was sixteen. Legal age to do whatever she wanted.
Suddenly a faint puff of alluring perfume sunk a warning deep into Jim’s lungs. He recognized the scent and his blood stalled in his veins.
Carmella’s perfume.
Sally’s grip around his waist tightened.
He heard movement from behind him.
Before he could wrench himself from Sally’s hold and turn around, pain exploded like a bomb against the right side of his head.
The impact stunned him. He toppled over, hitting the ground, hard.
Bright white stars blinded his vision.
He blinked.
The stars remained.
Shit!
He’d been hit real good. He couldn’t move. He was screwed.
Someone kicked at his legs. He wanted to kick back. Nothing happened.
Rough hands grabbed his naked shoulder and rolled him onto his back. The stars danced wildly, making him nauseous. That alluring perfume drove deep into his lungs.
Warm feminine fingers roughly groped his testicles and then slid over his penis.
Fingers searched. Squeezed. Kneaded.
Despite his grogginess he found himself hardening under her harsh exploration. Finally, she let go of his privates, and he exhaled a shuddering breath.
“He’s the undercover cop I was telling you about. Want me to kill him?” The man’s voice was unmistakable. He was one of his own hand picked Sex Squad detectives. A man with a perfect record who’d asked for a position on the Squad. One of the two men who hadn’t taken the Loverboy case seriously enough during Briefing last week. Or at least, Jim had thought he hadn’t taken it seriously. Apparently he had, because here he was.
“No, Loverboy wants him alive.”
Someone lifted his feet. Hands slid under his armpits. He felt himself being lifted. Felt his head whirl violently. Before he passed out he could only think of Sky, and hoped to God Loverboy wouldn’t fuck her into being a sex slave.
~*~
“Sky. There’s no need to be frightened,” Loverboy drawled.
Damn, he could see right through her.
“It’s just a physical. I won’t hurt you. I just need to feel around inside. It’s the same as a pap smear.”
“I’m not afraid,” she said as she slid off the cot he’d instructed her to sit on. “I guess I’m a little shy. I need just a little more time. A day or two.”
Loverboy frowned. “You didn’t seem shy with Jim.”
“Oh, well, he’s a fellow student.” Lame excuse.
“Meaning?”
Her cheeks began to burn with embarrassment.
“I’m attracted to you. It wouldn’t be professional. I’d enjoy your touch,” she lied. Sickness clawed at her belly.
“All the more why I should touch you, Sky. I can pleasure you in ways you’ve never dreamed of.”
He started toward her.
Oh dear. She was in trouble here. Jim, where the hell are you?
“I thought you didn’t do virgins?” she stammered.
“I lied.”
Big news flash there.
“Virgins are my weakness,” Loverboy cooed as he slowly trailed her. His eyes burned with lust.
“How’s that?” she asked as she circled behind his desk, stalling for time. If she could keep him talking she might be able to get to the door.
“My upbringing. The nuns were virgins until I serviced them.”
Sky blinked in disbelief. “You fucked nuns?”
“They fucked me.” Anger coiled in his voice. “In the orphanage. I protested at first. But they were women. Lonely women. Bigger than me. Stronger. I found out quickly they were sensuous creatures who only wanted to be loved. God didn’t mean for them to be locked away in a convent without the love of a man. So, they used us orphanage boys. I serviced the nuns for years. Even while I was a preacher. I learned to look for the yearning in their eyes. But you’re different, Sky. I saw the yearning in your eyes. The yearning for a man you’d lost. He hurt you so bad. He made you vulnerable. Despite that fact, there’s a strength in you I just can’t help but to try to dominate. I couldn’t leave you in that bar to get fucked by some stranger. I want you all to myself.”
“If you love to fuck women, why bother becoming a preacher?”
His eyes glazed over with remembrance. Sky poised herself, ready to run for the door.
“I did it for the nuns. They thought if I became a preacher I’d stay with them. I would be able to satisfy their lust.”
“And you could forgive them for their carnal sins during confession? I bet they thought you would be the closest thing to making love to God, am I right?”
His eyes twinkled with amusement.
“Never thought about the God part, but yes. I think you’re right.”
Sky leaped for the door. Her back prickled in warning, and she screamed as Loverboy’s strong hands curled around her waist.
~*~
Jim’s head hurt like a son of a bitch.
Last thing he remembered was Sally Green holding him around his waist. And Carmella’s perfume. Then excruciating pain as someone bashed him over the head.
At that memory, Jim’s eyes flew open in alarm.
Directly above him a thick beamed ceiling with a lit bare light bulb rolled into view. The air smelled musty. Damp.
Obviously they’d dumped him in one of those other locked rooms in the basement of the farmhouse.
He tried to turn his head to get a better view of his surroundings, but the secure band strapped over his forehead prevented movement.
A tinge of panic hummed along his nerves. He smelled leather.
Leather restraints.
One across his forehead. Another velvety strap pinned down his neck.
He tested his arms. They were outstretched at ninety degree angles. Restraints pinned his elbows and his wrists. He wiggled his fingers. At least something was free. It gave him a glimmer of hope.
Mentally he checked the rest of his body. His legs were spread-eagle. Bands were lashed over his knees and ankles.
Everything was secure.
Except for his groin area.
He lifted his hips up and then down, gasping at the sharp needle pricks of pain bitin
g into his ass cheeks.
What the hell?
He repeated the maneuver.
When he lowered his ass, this time ever so gently, the same thing happened.
Ouch.
Okay. So he was supposed to keep his ass still. He could do that. For now.
A wave of confusion mixed with fear tumbled over him as he suddenly realized he was totally defenseless.
And totally naked.
Great. Just great.
He groaned at the memory of Carmella groping his balls and penis before he’d passed out. The bitch had known exactly where to touch in order to arouse him.
What the hell did they plan on doing to him down here? Were they going to turn him into one of those sex slaves? Pump drugs into him like they’d done to Sally Green?
Making love to strange women wasn’t his cup of tea. He wanted only one. Sky. And now that he’d experienced the sexual side of her, he wanted her in his life even more.
A soft sexy moan drifted to his ears. A woman’s aroused moan. Whoever she was sounded like she was enjoying herself.
He heard a man grunt.
The light bulb overhead swayed slightly. The far-off sounds of springs creaking made Jim’s pulse begin to hammer.
Was the moaning woman, Sky? Was Loverboy fucking her?
The moans grew louder. Didn’t sound like her. Sky’s moans had been distinct. Sweet and sexy and innocent.
This had to be someone else. Probably his kidnappers.
Jim rolled his eyes.
Christ! His kidnappers were having sex right over his head. More grunts and moans followed. Whoever was up there was certainly going at it. Good and hard.
Jim’s breathing quickened at the tantalizing sounds. He imagined himself leaning over a naked Sky.
Her legs wide open. His rod hard and stiff, eager to dip into her wet cunt.
At the vision, Jim felt himself go hard. His cock swelled. Rose to the occasion.
An erotic scream ripped through the stillness. Then everything went completely silent.
Shit! Don’t stop now!
Not when his cock was standing at attention and as hard as a goddamn rock.
He heard the stairs creak. Someone was coming.
Panic stole his breath. His penis dropped dead from fright. He winced at the sound of a heavy bolt screeching across a metal door. A key grated in the lock.