by Nicole Casey
9
Natasha
Before long we reached the opposite end of town. When I looked out the window I quickly noticed how extravagant the houses were in this side of the city. Almost every single one of them that we passed by looked like it belonged to a millionaire. They were all elaborately big and beautiful with their own lavish luxuries like swimming pools, mini-golf courses and more.
I really shouldn’t expect anything less from Marcus Phoenix. If he was who he said he was then he must have been a billionaire himself, working behind the scenes as a financer for multiple companies and rich individuals. It was remarkable that he still took on small-time clients such as myself.
That made me wonder – were there others before me and what became of them?
Unfortunately, I didn’t have the time to think about those questions. As I stared out the window Marcus drove us through a large pair of black metal gates. Two guards opened them and welcomed us in. The car continued on through a long driveway until we came up to a giant bungalow sitting by a lake. Most of the house was made of dark glass walls, making it look sleek and modern… and cold.
Marcus parked the car in a separate garage, where I saw he owned six other vehicles, and then looked over at me.
“Welcome to your new home, slut,” was all he said before he led me into his home.
10
Marcus
The house was dark with only some dimmed lights in the hallways. I did have a butler to clean up the place but he resided in the rest house near the garage. This place – my center of relaxation and the one corner where I can be myself – was mine.
I led Natasha down the living room and the main hallway. At the very end we came to a small door. I had Natasha open it and urged her to go in first. She entered in and descended down a set of stairs that led to the basement. I flicked on the switch by the side of the stairs to turn on the basement lights.
With observant eyes I watched Natasha’s eyes grow wide with surprise. She looked at the basement for a quick moment and turned around to look back at me. I simply gestured for her to continue on down.
My basement was no cold and empty storage room. No, it was the epitome of my raving lust. Natasha passed by the first of my toys – a stockade where I could lock her neck and arms in – and she then came to bear witness to my desk of vibrators and dildos. Now this was the true gem of my not-so-humble abode.
Natasha said nothing but even then I could hear her breathing, as it got faster and weaker. She must have felt scared and nervous – the very emotions I wanted to instill in her very being.
I then reached out and took her hand. The girl looked at me with fear in her blue eyes but I did not falter in leading her to her fate. Soon we were at the farthest corner of the basement, in a section I had designed solely for training new slaves such as her.
This corner had a single low table, almost like a coffee table except that the surface was slightly cushioned. The two walls that met at this corner were covered from ceiling to floor with mirrors. The ceiling – or at least twenty square feet of the ceiling – was also layered with mirrors.
Without a word, I pushed her to the table and made her lay down on her back. It wasn’t big enough for her to lie down comfortably but that was exactly the point of this contraption. I made her raise her legs and spread them wide, making her realize she was in the perfect missionary position on this table.
“W-what are we going to do?” Natasha asked with a wavering, weak voice.
I hushed at her, pressing my finger to my lips to keep her silent. “Stay right there,” I then told her as I walked over to one of the nearby drawers. Opening the upper-most drawer I scoured through the numerous sex toys and gadgets available. I only needed one and eventually I found it buried underneath a pile of unused egg vibrators.
My cock was getting excited. It throbbed in my pants and in mere moments I felt it grow hard and ready to strike. I felt the anxiety to plow right into her right then and there but I had to take it nice and slow. Otherwise I would end up with another broken doll.
In my hands were a black blindfold and two pairs of pink, furry handcuffs. I headed back to Natasha and used the cuffs to bound her wrists to the legs of the table. Now only her legs were free but even she knew she couldn’t escape now.
I then took the blindfold and prepared to wrap it around her eyes. She suddenly flinched for a second, purely out of instinct. For that quick moment she tried to pull her face back and away from the blindfold. I slapped her across the face.
Slap!
The music of the hit was gorgeous to behold and I couldn’t help but grin when I saw the shock on her face. The moment of defiance, even if it was just for a fraction of a second, had quickly evaporated and I could see the fear in her had grown.
When I tried to apply the blindfold again, she no longer resisted. It was pleasing to see how quickly she learned how this worked. All of the fury in her gaze had dissipated into fear and willingness to obey.
“I-I can’t see,” she muttered softly.
“That’s what happens when you wear a blindfold,” I found her statement of the obvious a little ridiculous. It was cute, though, and she must have just spat out anything to keep her nerves calm.
I then took a pair of scissors from the drawers and slowly circled around her, never letting her know where I was exactly. She kept on turning her head to and fro, perhaps trying to anticipate where I’d come from. Perhaps she expected me to shove my cock right into her mouth.
To her surprise, I came from above. I clipped her top off, cutting it off quickly so I could toss them to the side. It was pleasant to see how she wore no bra underneath. I felt a sudden elation upon seeing her perky tits bounce in front of me. I wanted to lean down and give them a lick but I had to be patient and take this slowly.
Natasha shivered and I acknowledged it was indeed cold down here. There was nothing I could do about it though; she’d warm up very soon anyway, with what I had planned for her.
I then took the pair of scissors and quickly got to snipping off her shorts. They were made of denim and it took me more than a while to successfully rip through the fabric. When I did, it was my most pleasant discovery to see she was wearing a kinky purple lacy thong underneath.
I took that off too and got a good look at her clean-shaven and surprisingly moist pussy.
11
Natasha
I felt nothing but the cold touch of the air. He had taken everything from me; he had clipped away all my clothes, he had taken away my sight and made me feel as helpless as I had ever been in my life.
Maybe I was – I did allow him to do all this to me just so I could secure a business loan. Why did I ever stoop so low?
That was when I felt the warm moisture between my own legs. I could not help but bite down on my lip when a thought crept up into my mind: was this turning me on?
“Ah!” I cried out in shock when I felt his finger slide down the very lips of my pussy. It felt thick and strong, and it parted my soft lips with ease. He simply let it slide down the length of my slit, soaking up the juices as I squirmed and moaned in shame.
“You blush,” he told me as he took his finger back. I tried to move my head around but the blindfold prevented me from seeing where he was. “You’re a virgin but already so warm and wet. I wonder how often you fantasize about sex.”
I refused to answer that. I may have given him my body but I won’t let him play his mind games over me.
“Silent,” he then said. “Perhaps you think you’ll come out on top after all this. Let me warn you as early as now: there is no winning here. You have already lost the moment you walked into my office. You are mine. You are my slut. Say it.”
I shook my head. I wouldn’t give in so easily.
Slap!
“Aah, fuck!” I cried out in pain when he slapped my face.
Slap!
“F-fuck!” I shouted once again when he slapped my tits. The sting burned so painfully on my skin and n
ipples I thought I was going to go crazy. It was only then I realized he didn’t use his hand – he had hit me with his belt.
“I-I’m your slut, daddy,” I surrendered.
Almost as if a mockery of my shame I felt him pull my legs and drag me closer to the edge of the tiny table I rest on. Marcus then hoisted my legs up high and he hung them both on his shoulders. For a moment he didn’t move and I could only assume he was admiring my body – or at least my pussy, perhaps.
Then I felt his cock as it slide through the folds of my tender womanhood. I squirmed as I tried to move and avoid his assault but I was locked in place, blinded and helpless. I tried to scream but every time I opened my mouth he rewarded me with a slap or he’d twist my nipples.
He then took me. I felt my world spin when he broke through my hymen and a sea of pain washed over my body as he continued to thrust and plow his massive meat deep into my walls. He parted my flesh, burrowing his way in with little to no regard to my yelps and cries. With my legs hoisted up my pussy was squeezing his shaft even tighter than it normally would but that only made me feel more intoxicated from the relentless pounding.
Yet despite the rough assault I felt my body begin to rock in tandem to his thrusts. My pussy was getting wetter and warmer the longer he fucked me. My breasts swelled with the pain from his hits but in mere minutes I felt a strange elation from his touch. It did not take long and soon my cries of pain became moans of pleasure and ecstasy.
“D-daddy, please, fuck me,” I heard the words escape from my lips. I felt so shocked realizing I had uttered those words out loud but all I did in response was to say them over and over again. I was begging for him to keep pounding into me.
He was right. I always did fantasize about sex. Back home I’d see my mom bringing home guys from the bar she worked at and there were times where I’d hear them fucking in the other room. The sound of their passion would turn me on and more than a couple of times I thought of seducing the men she’d bring, hoping I’d get lucky with one of them.
Perhaps this was why my mom dressed me in such a slutty fashion. Maybe she knew I was just like her. If I only knew sex felt this damn good I probably surrendered my virginity a long time ago.
It was so good I was on the verge of cumming. I could feel the knot forming in my gut and my cries got louder as I felt the pressure building from within. Marcus himself was on the edge of his orgasm and soon enough he pulled his cock out just so he could spill his hot, sticky cum all over my pussy, belly and chest.
“D-daddy I want to cum,” I didn’t know if I was saying the right words. I could only copy what I’ve seen in porn videos online. I could only hope he was going to let me hit my climax because it was building so heavily inside me.
Suddenly I felt his heavy hand press down on my pussy. With his thumb he rubbed my clit and simultaneously slid his index finger through the folds of my womanhood. In a fast, circular motion he played with me, enticing me to cum, and I could feel my whole body begin to tremble with the building orgasm as it prepared to explode.
Yet he suddenly let go and deprived me of my release.
“D-daddy please!” I cried out.
Slap!
He took off my blindfold right after he had once again hit me across the face. I could see he was naked, covered in sweat and breathing heavily from our session. It was then that I got to fully appreciate just how good-looking he was: his body was built like that of a military man, lean and muscular.
“You haven’t earned the right to cum,” he then told me. He then pushed his cock right into my face. With his other hand he held onto my face and squeezed. “You have to work for it.”
With one hand he pushed my face against his cock, rubbing its shaft against my cheek. I felt my chest heave and tears began to well in my eyes. I didn’t want to give up and cry though – I was afraid he would treat me even harsher than he already was.
The scent of his cock was driving me insane. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It was strong and intoxicating, almost as if I could get drunk and lose my mind just from its scent alone.
Before I knew it, I had opened my mouth and Marcus pushed his massive meat into my gaping hole. For the first time in my life I got a taste of a man’s dick and it wasn’t as I had imagined – it was salty and bitter but at the same time I felt the urge for more… and I definitely got more.
Marcus rammed his cock all the way in, shoving it to the back of my mouth. I gagged, of course, and almost spat out his cock as I tried to fight the urge to vomit all over his cock and lap. He didn’t seem to care, however, and he thrust his dick even further. He began to thrust it in and out, fucking my mouth like just another hole for him to use. All I could do was open my mouth as wide as I could. I slobbered all over his meat and he just kept on plowing his way in.
Out of nowhere his thrusts became more violent, jerky and rushed. He then halted and pressed my face in closer as he blew his cum in my mouth. The oozing hot fluid was a shock to the senses and I had to swallow as much as I could to prevent myself from choking. It tasted unlike anything I’ve ever had before – salty, bitter but in some ways sweet. Even after gulping down what I could, he continued to spill more and the white seed dripped down the side of my mouth and down the shaft of his cock.
“Good little girl,” he commended me. Marcus caressed my head, combing my hair with his fingers, and finally slid his cock out of my mouth.
When I sat up I was heaving for air. Each time I did I had to pause and swallow down more cum still stuck in the back of my mouth.
He walked over to me, undid the cuffs binding me to the table, and then dragged me to the floor. I was too tired to fight him off and eventually just let him yank me around on the floor like a rag doll. He eventually brought me over to one of his drawers.
There he pulled out a collar and leash. Without a word he made me wear the collar, like a dog, and he tugged on the leash. Even without his command I crawled on fours, whimpering like a mutt as he took me back upstairs and to his bedroom.
I would spend the rest of the night that way, collared like another slave or animal, bound to his bedpost. It was late the next day when he let me take a shower and dress in one of his big shirts – so big it looked like a dress on me – and he then drove me home.
Marcus dropped me at my apartment and the only thing he ever told me before he left was “Wait for my call.”
So I walked inside and did as I was told.
12
Marcus
Natasha was the most delicious piece of pussy I had ever tasted. All through the night I was tempted to fuck her again and again, having her bound to my bed like a dog I could use at anytime I wished. However, I needed to take it nice and slow.
During her first time in my dungeon I had broken her virginity and it did not take long for her to succumb to the pleasures of my assault. She was crying – no, begging – for me to fuck her and to let her release her orgasm. She was indeed a kinky little slut for me to own and dominate but I didn’t want to completely break her will and mind. Otherwise she’d end up being just another boring doll.
I also had to fulfill my end of the bargain. I knew no bank would ever sign her up. Banks didn’t survive on “promises” and “potential.” They survived because they only lent money to those who had proof they could pay back with interest. Natasha wasn’t one of those. I also tried all the potential institutional lenders I knew. Now, there was only once place left to find lenders: Mercury Wild.
When I drove over it was already past six o’clock in the evening. There were already so many patrons coming in and out of Mercury Wild. That delighted me; this place was frequented mostly by the rich and popular, and this meant there were already so many prospects I could approach to help me get Natasha some much-needed cash.
Inside I saw some of the regular folks that I hung out with: there was Daxter and Noelle but I also found Preston Maxwell, his wife Lyla, and Damon. Preston was one of the country’s most prominent busines
smen, having run a big consolidation and acquisition corporation. Damon, on the other hand, was a professional football player.
Either of those could have solved my problems but it was the man seated with them that really washed all my worries away: Trevor Wild himself and his genius business advisor and wife, Jasmine.
I walked over to their table and greeted with a simple wave, “Hey guys.”
“Hey, someone walked out of their cave,” Trevor greeted with a smile. He let me sit beside him and Jasmine. He then handed me a glass of red wine. I took it and quickly gulped it down.
“How are you?” Lyla asked before she dug her face into Preston’s neck and smothered him with kisses. It kind of turned me on to see their women so affectionate this way, especially with the loud music and dim lights. It made me wish I had my new pet with me.
I forced a chuckle and then pulled out the papers Natasha drew up out of my little briefcase. I handed the paper to Jasmine. She quickly took them and with a raised eyebrow she studied the content. It took less than a few minutes for her to get the gist of the proposal and she then handed the papers to her husband.
“Very interesting,” she told me. “Is this a project of one of your little uh… pets?”
I caught the glimmer in her eye when she said that and nodded back, “Yes, it is. My little girl is hoping to open a small tattoo shop. She has the training and skill and even did some research proving that the competition is just tight enough to showcase there’s a viable market here. The problem is securing a loan.”
Trevor then handed the papers back to me and he gave me a smile, “So you came here instead of a bank.”
“I would too,” Damon cut in when he got what was going on. “It’s not possible for a small business like this to get a loan from a bank. Everyone at this table alone could finance this… Natasha. Why don’t we do it? We could put up the cash, you know, for Marcus if not for this stranger.”