His fingers brushed incredible soft strokes down her pussy, absorbing the sting and coaxing her back to passion. “Silent, Nicki.”
A soft croak escaped. “Yes, Master.” She felt his hand lift and heard the whistle again. Oh, no. No, I can’t do this. Once more she felt the pressure and then the slicing pain. She bit her lip and sobbed, but managed to let only a hissed whisper pass her lips.
Jason was surprised. He had not expected her to control her screams through such intense torture. Having her spread in offering before him and finally able to excise the demons occupying his thoughts for so many years, forced him to toss the cane. His fingers grabbed at his zipper and he heard her gasp. He watched as she lifted her hips in anticipation. Jason’s cock slid into her waiting, bruised channel, and his finger gently stroked her clit while she tightened around him.
Nicki cried quietly, trying to push into him. Although she did not understand the torturous lashing, she instinctively accepted it was something she needed… something both of them desired. God, how it tore and agonized her most sensitive parts, and yet now she was already racing towards an orgasm that was almost as painful as the cane’s marking.
Jason let her sleep next to him, curled protectively against his body with his arm wrapped around her, pinching her nipple and massaging her bruised breast with his hand. It was the first time she had slept soundly without her pills, and her nightmares were replaced with passionate, erotic dreams.
The next months went by in a blur as Jason educated her into submission. There was little difference between her performance and presentation than there was with Bonnie, Makoto’s slave. Jason left her free to wander the suite when he left to work with the sister slaves. She even had time that she spent with Bonnie when Makoto was pleased and let them wander the beautiful gardens outside.
Nicki learned that Bonnie had been with him for several years. She admitted that she had been terrified of the powerful man, and that she had only managed her position as his companion through default. “I was so bad, he had no idea what to do with me. I guess I kinda’ grew on him,” Bonnie smiled. “He’s strict with me, but it would be worse to be sold to someone else. At least, I know what to expect with him.”
Another few weeks passed, and Jason laid an outfit on the bed. Nicki bathed and brushed out her blonde waves. Her hair hung halfway down her back now. When she walked into the bedroom, her eyes widened at the sight of the corset. It had been close to a year since she had worn anything other than her cuffs and collar.
She smiled with delight when the garment wrapped around her. Jason tugged at the laces, tightening them so that her breasts rested exposed on the shelf while her waist was reduced to an even smaller diameter. Jason loved the way it tapered and then flared to her hips. The corset was perfect.
The two were distracted by a knock on the door. Makoto walked in, and his eyes narrowed on the alluring figure sliding into four-inch heels. “You’d better have her practice with those. Some of them have trouble after being barefoot for so long.”
Jason’s eyes flashed a beat of alarm. It was something he had not considered. “Walk around the room.”
“Yes, Master,” Nicki smiled. She had no trouble with the shoes, although the heels were a little higher than those she was accustomed to wearing to her job at the newspaper.
Makoto handed Jason a box. “We don’t want the buyers to mistake her for auction fodder,” he winked. He turned to Bonnie. “Get me a drink.”
“Yes, Master.” Bonnie watched Nicki stroll around the room.
Nicki took a tour by the slave, and whispered, “It feels weird to be wearing clothes. I’m not sure I like it.” In truth, the corset left her breasts and pussy exposed, and it was getting uncomfortably confining.
After Bonnie delivered the drink and was kneeling by her Master’s side, Jason opened the box. “I designed it myself. I hope it meets your approval.”
Jason was speechless at first. Inside, were cuffs, and a collar with a gold embroidered ’J’. There were small opals surrounding it that would match Nicki’s hazel eyes. “By all rights, she’s part of your stable.”
“You’ve earned this one, Jason. Besides, she’d never work for anyone else. Consider it a bonus for losing the twenty percent to Takeshi,” Makoto chuckled.
Jason had spent so much time working with Nicki and pleasuring himself with her that he had offered to raise Takeshi’s share for the time he had to spend with the sister slaves… though, admittedly, Takeshi did not seem to mind the added duties.
Nicki was thrilled with the new collar that proclaimed her as Jason’s property. “Thank you, Master Makoto.”
“I was going to send Jason on a trip this year.” Makoto looked over to Jason. “It was just a distraction to give you time to work with your slave. I don’t think the extra time or instruction will be necessary, unless you want the time off.”
After six months out of the country, Jason no longer needed the sabbatical and was ready to get back to work. “I’ve already been searching a potential list of acquisitions.”
With that settled, the four left to the exhibition room next to the ballroom. Nicki knelt beside Bonnie, who remained beside Makoto’s chair. Her Master rose to greet buyers, and the two women stared at the men who had come to purchase the slaves being auctioned.
There were sheiks in robes, dark black men in colorful garments and heavy golden jewelry, and foreigners from many countries. Although confident, powerful, and wealthy, none of them were Jason. Bonnie whispered, “See what I mean? I guess they might be about the same as Makoto, but I couldn’t bear the thought of calling them Master.”
The lights dimmed, and Nicki witnessed the most amazing display she could have ever imagined. Tired looking pretty young women were led onto the stage, chained by their collars in a long line. Nicki learned that they were brothel slaves and sold in a group to one of the South American buyers. Quiet, slightly shy, domestic slaves were auctioned next.
Makoto watched Nicki’s eyes flash when Jason walked onto the stage. He brushed her hair and leaned down to whisper, “I see the pride in your eyes, slave.”
“Yes, Master Makoto,” Nicki agreed.
First up was J. Nicki noticed a slight red hint around her eyes from crying. She was not surprised. The quiet girl had only ever had one other boyfriend, and she thought that she was in love with Jason. Nicki hoped someone kind would see her qualities and devotion, and buy her.
J’s lip trembled. She had broken a rule and thrown herself at the Master, begging him to keep her. He had also broken a rule, and instead of punishing her, he assured her that she would be going to a Master that would be hers, and one that she could devote herself to. He did not tell her that chances were very good that her new Master would not be able to resist marking her unblemished skin.
J looked out to the dark shadows of the audience. She did not realize that her nervous glances towards Jason were being recorded by the men. Jason had her turn slowly, so the cameras could show every inch of her porcelain body. The bidding began in a quick flurry.
“J is a pleasure slave, and I’m sure you can see that she has not been submitted to darker experiences. Her skin is truly this perfect. She is wearing no makeup to cover imperfections. Perhaps, her only flaw is the need to be pleasured or pleasure herself. The slave has never experienced the agony of denial.”
What Jason had originally considered to be a failing in his training when he had called Makoto to the farmhouse, actually turned out to be a masterful stroke of genius. He was presenting a beautiful, unmarked slave, totally submissive and willing to please. Should a new Master not wish to mark her and still arouse himself with her torment, they needed only restrict her ability to climax. The bidding rose, higher and higher, to an unbelievable two hundred fifty thousand for the unique girl. Janice was purchased by a European, and headed to a castle to be the slave for the quiet son of her new owner.
Next, was A. Her arms were chained high above her head, securing her to a whippi
ng post. Amy felt her toes going numb from the stretch, and her eyes narrowed on the whip in the Master’s hand. An undeniable drip of arousal squeezed onto her thigh. The vibrating wire wrapped around her clit ring, encouraged her compliance to blend the pain with her pleasure.
A singing lash swiped across her breasts, and she closed her eyes and moaned, pushing her hips towards the audience. She lifted her feet and pressed them against the post, spreading her pussy lips further so the unknown men saw the shining gold ring. The next lash crossed her belly, and she moaned again in a wailing note of despair.
Amy needed him to whip her pussy, to allow her to fly into that special place in her mind that belonged to her alone. No one could take that from her, and no one else could share it. It was the place where nothing but passion filled her… far from the influence of her parents and boring roommates with slobs for boyfriends.
Jason appeased her need and swiped with brute force on the sex spread before him… and she flew. Her eyes had closed, and the moans and cream drooling down her thighs had also dampened the white wispy curls of her mound. For a moment, the buyers tried to discern how the little woman’s pussy could take on the iridescent glow. They finally realized that it was caused by her passionate juices clinging to the white blonde curls of an unshaven pussy.
Amy brought three hundred seventy-five from a man so dark that Jason could understand the allure his pale fairy held for the big man. The contrast between the two was a chance the new Master could not pass up.
S was led to the stage. Sierra trembled and looked into the darkness. No matter how much conditioning the trainers had employed, she continued to have doubts as to her beauty. Narrowing her eyes, Sierra listened to hear the laughter from the men as the ’ugly beast’ was displayed before them. She was met with some murmuring and gasps, but no one laughed.
Her flaming hair shined under the lights and fingers toyed with monitors, zooming in on the splashing freckles. The woman was tall, and although her body was lean and strong, there was a submissive quality that reeked of unworthiness. Her green eyes searched the crowd and dropped to the stage. A red blush covered her face, throat, and crept towards her chest. She was shy. After Jason’s extensive training, the buyers found this to be an unbelievable stroke of luck.
Jason had also left the thick mat of rusty curls on Sierra’s mound, to prove the color was true. “Spread yourself, S. Your new Master cannot see your hidden treasures.”
Sierra’s fingers trailed towards her pussy while her eyes pleaded at the Master. Please. Oh, god. They’re going to laugh at me. Why? Why would you force me to go on stage after the pretty ones?
Breaths were held while her trembling fingers spread herself wide. Her green eyes were closed and tears shined on her cheeks. Such debasement… such humiliation the slave experienced from the simple act. Yet, she complied obediently, and the unmistakable wetness hiding behind the flaming curls was exposed.
A Slavic Master purchased her for the matched price to J. He could not wait to show his new exotic slave to his friends back home.
There had been quite a discussion as to how to present O. Makoto typed a quick message onto the screens of the buyers. “Our prize is next.” He was pleased when eyes alternated between monitors and the stage, anticipation clearly visible on his more lucrative purchasers’ faces.
“Some of you have been forewarned about the unexpected and unpredictable qualities of our next offering. After careful consultation with Makoto, we decided not to squelch the slave’s unusual propensities.” In truth, they had tried to work with Olivia, but her endearing nature and confusion were something they could not break her from.
Takeshi led her to the stage, and in true O fashion, she stopped and pouted at Jason. “Master, how come the sister slaves got to be led out to the stage by you?”
Although unknowing buyers gasped at her outburst, the others who shared the secret burst out laughing and applauded. Makoto had not lied or exaggerated. The adorable little girl was obviously willing to devote herself to her Master, in a confused, demanding way.
“O,” Jason warned, and he nodded towards the audience.
“Oops. Sorry, Master.” Olivia continued to pout. It was unfair. She was as good as her sister slaves. It was wrong to have Master Takeshi bring her out, like she was not as good as the others.
Takeshi led her to a beam and folded her over. Her long dark hair swept the floor, and her upside down scowl caused chuckles when Takeshi picked up the whip. This was too much. “Aren’t you going to whip me, Master?” she called up to Jason.
Jason walked over to her. “Do I need to get the gag, O?”
Even in the contorted position, she managed to stomp her foot. “No, Master.”
Jason turned to face the audience, and he froze when they laughed. Takeshi whispered in explanation, “She stuck her tongue out at you, again.”
Takeshi began to paddle her, and amidst Olivia’s wailing, “Ow… owie, Master,” Jason spoke over her sobbing.
“O is a pain slave with a few stubborn attributes,” Jason explained. He was rewarded with some more chuckles, and he searched for Makoto’s nod. The man not only nodded but also raised four fingers. The petite young woman had a bid of four hundred thousand, and it was climbing.
Takeshi left her red bottom facing the audience while Olivia sobbed in a song that reached the aroused desires of the men watching both her and the close-ups on their screens. “Master,” she wailed. “Master?”
Jason gave an exaggerated sigh of exasperation, while Takeshi brought a chair to the stage and walked over to unhook her restraints. Her wide, tearful amber eyes stared up at him. “Go to your Master, O.”
Through her sobs, she made a little squeal and dashed to Jason, staring up in expectation. He shook his head and sat down, crooking his finger towards her in invitation. The buyers watched as she curled onto his lap, spreading her thighs and sobbing into his shoulder until he plunged and stroked her to orgasm.
Olivia sold for five hundred twenty-five thousand. The Norwegian had come to several auctions, but this was his first purchase. Long, cold nights, with the delightful little girl curled onto his lap… she was perfect.
Nicki enjoyed the auction immensely, though she was grateful not to be an offering. She knelt by Jason’s knee while Makoto discussed the presentation and plans for their future. At some point, Jason had pulled her head onto his thigh and she had fallen asleep.
Epilogue
Nicki was not crated for the return trip to the states. She wore a high-necked sweater and jeans to cover her cuffs as they flew to their new home. She had never been to Montana before, but looking out the plane’s window, it seemed to be a hillier, greener version of Arkansas.
The ranch was a sprawling affair at the base of the mountains with an attached building housing the training area. Jason had loosened some restrictions, and she spent time feeling like a companion to him. He allowed her to read, and once, he unlocked the computer and let Nicki search for the Napier News.
The last article with her name was a short affair, stating there were no new leads and the case was being shelved. Max had added a half-hearted attempt for people to send him leads. Jason stopped her from scanning ahead, at a classified offering the sale of an old farmhouse. It boasted complete modernization, including a basement finished with two added bedrooms, a recreation room, and acres of corn. Nicki smiled up at him. A few months ahead in the news there was a picture of Max at a charitable event with Sandra Benson’s arm looped through his while they smiled. Be happy, Max.
Jason closed the computer and locked it away. Nicki would never consider betraying him, but she quietly acquiesced to his precaution. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Master.” Nicki knelt beside him while the folders were spread on the table.
Jason stroked her long hair, and said, “July, Jennifer Cramer, Juneau Weekly Journal.”
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