“This area is more for you.” Guy told Ekene. He snapped his fingers and pointed at the ground. Instructions for Rosamma to crawl again. Ekene’s fist tightened on the leash, but neither of them said anything. She went to her knees and assumed a meek position like Guy expected. “We use the rest of the house for training and breaking.”
Guy led them up a flight of stairs and down the first hall on the second floor. A quick glance up showed he took them to a bedroom. It all looked normal until her gaze drifted to the corner partially obscured by the king-sized bed. Smaller than the wall in Guy’s room, there were two shelves full of whips, plugs, and restraints.
On the floor… Rosamma jerked back with a loud whine. A cage. There was a cage by the bed. The build positioned steel bars wide enough apart that she could stick an arm through. Instead of a latch, there was a keyhole to lock her in. The space inside would be too small to stretch her legs out, instead forcing her into a cramped position. Like the crate Guy stuffed her in.
Rosamma’s collar tightened for a moment, reminding her to behave as Guy’s warm laugh tickled the darkest parts of her mind. “Would you like to give our facilities a try?” he cackled, sweeping his arm towards the wall of evil.
“I’d like to search this place for cameras, actually.” Ekene grunted.
“Oh, there are cameras watching you, and they will remain on for the duration of your stay.”
“Hell no!” Ekene snarled, taking a step towards Guy, only to freeze. Rosamma’s head jerked up, the sight of Guy pointing a gun at her saviors chest making her wheeze.
“No offense, but the last thing I need is another person with blackmail on me.” Ekene said through tight lips.
“There’s no audio. Just video. Plenty of people live this lifestyle, and should anyone check your story with our girl -” silver eyes met Rosamma’s, “by the time we’re done she’ll go to her grave swearing you're a good man in a consensual relationship.”
“No.”
Guy cocked his gun, his expression pleasant and neutral. “It’s not a discussion. Think of this video as a double-edged sword. If I go down, you go down, in return you can say the same about me.”
“Not good enough. I bought her, I agreed to your ridiculous scheduling, this is too much Guy.” Ekene hissed, keeping his gaze locked on his adversary's face.
“Keep in mind that I already have your money.” Guy snarled, a glimpse of the evil inside him leaking through. “I could shoot you, fuck your slave, then resale her to any number of men. Maybe I’ll cart her off to a Thai whore house. Let her get used and fucked to death by hundreds of perverts.”
“Please-” Rosamma’s long drawn out whine of horror earned a twitch on Ekene’s jaw.
“Shut up, Slave. I don’t care about you, just my investment.” He growled.
“Don’t forget your life.” Guy grinned, re-holstering his gun. “You care about that too.” The battle was over as soon as Rosamma opened her mouth, and they all knew it. Ekene twitched again.
“Mind if I make sure there’s no listening devices at the very least?” he asked.
Guy gave a quick shrug as if it didn’t matter, and Ekene withdrew a small USB followed by what looked like an antenna. In silence, Guy handed over the tablet they’d used to submit the wire transfer information. A quick jaunt around the room with the strange device, and Ekene came back around with a little less tension.
“Mind me asking why you have that?” Guy inquired, suspicion leaking into the words.
“Call it natural paranoia. I run a private security firm, remember. Ten bucks and a little less pocket space are the least of my worries when ensuring no one tapes my conversations.” Was it really that cheap to check for bugs? If it was, that made a fair-
“Fair enough. I’ll leave you to enjoy your new purchase.” Guy snickered, walking from the room. Alone as they were, Rosamma wanted to leap into Ekene’s arms and thank him from the bottom of her heart. But mechanical eyes watched their every movement. Or lack thereof. Ekene froze in place like she did, unsure of how to proceed.
He would blow his own cover if he didn’t act soon.
∞∞∞
Alone at last and all Ekene could feel was swirling disgust souring his stomach. He directed the emotion inwards, at himself, instead of at Guy. He should dedicate all of his thoughts into escaping and rescue. Instead, his hand itched to grab one toy looming with ominous intention over the cage set up for Rosamma.
“I’m gonna hurt you tonight.” He said, flexing his hands. Open, close, open, close. “And however many nights I need to. You will hate me by the time I’m done.” Half of that statement was for her, the other half for himself.
“It’s okay, Ekene.” His eyes closed, a refusal to meet the gaze of the woman kneeling at his side. “I wanted to be with you since the moment I saw you, and… and Guy is right. My body… I enjoy some part, your part, of this.”
God above, if a higher power existed Ekene would swear they sent an angel to satisfy his lust. Maybe even save his soul in the process. It wouldn’t be the same as rescuing his mother, getting Rosamma out of this. But damn it, it would make up for something. If it didn’t, well his mother would be proud that he got a girl out of this situation. The same one that took her life.
“Get in the cage and slide your legs through the bars. I want you on hands and knees, ass pressed against the bars, pussy exposed.” Silence was his answer. When Ekene opened his eyes and glanced down, he was expecting to see big, brown, watery eyes full of betrayal. Except she was already halfway across the room, a strong determination in each movement.
Ekene followed without thought, his rapidly swelling cock dragging him after her. Rosamma hesitated at the cages opening, a swallow making her throat bob. A brief image of cum dripping from her soft lips flit across Ekene’s mind, making him groan. What would she look like swallowing his cock?
“I don’t like the cage, Master.” She mewled. Swift and brutal, Ekene grabbed a crop from the wall and painted two bright red streaks on her ass. The cry she released shattered his heart, the sound of whispering inside of him - a declaration that he was evil. When no further punishment came, Rosamma glanced over her shoulder with a sniffle.
No hatred tainted the way she looked at him. Not yet.
“In. Now.” The command drew a delicious shiver down Rosamma’s spine that made her ass shake to get out the tingles. Ekene’s cock pulsed, and he gave her rump another swat to spur her into movement.
In the cage his captive princess went, the contraption so small she almost couldn’t fit on her hands and knees. With an unnatural patience stilling his hand, Ekene waited as Rosamma inched back and slid her feet through the bars. That’s what his killer instinct was waiting for. His arm shot out, and he grabbed one of her ankles. A single tug, and she cried out as her ass hit the back of the cage.
Steel bars framed her perfect pussy, white cotton panties transparent from the arousal leaking down her thighs. She’s trapped there for his use, and Rosamma loved it almost as much as he did. As if unwrapping a present, Ekene swiped his thumb along her core, pushing the damp fabric aside to get the naked view of perfection.
“E-Ekene-” A harsh swat on each ass cheek halted Rosamma’s complaint as her skin glowed a hot red.
“Master!” She gasped, trying to jerk away only to find more steel bars holding her captive. That’s better.
With a low growl, Ekene stroked his fingers along the swollen flesh of Rosamma’s womanhood, before spreading her pink lips apart to get a better view. She screeched in embarrassment and tried to yank her legs back through the bars.
“Do it, and you’ll wish you had these bars between us after I drag you out of there.” In the back of his mind, a voice whispered for Ekene to stop. That it was too much for her. But with her cunt spread wide, there was no hiding the arousal dripping from her slit at his words. “Dirty girl. Do you enjoy imagining all the bad things I could do to you?”
“N-no-” she wailed.
“Liar
.” Ekene flicked his wrist, and slapped her cunt, his middle finger catching her clit and making her moan. Rosamma shook her head despite her voice’s betrayal, making him chuckle. A few more strikes, and her legs trembled with the need to come. “Say yes.” He rasped, rimming the outside of her slit with a single digit.
His first response was a loud gasping, cry her ass tightening as her body tried to milk out its own orgasm without success. Followed by the sweetest “Yeeeees.” He’d ever heard.
No need to ask him twice, Ekene pushed two thick fingers into her body, stretching her opening as he stroked. A long, drawn out, slurring, “God!” spurred him to pump faster, add another finger, anything to give her a taste of heaven in this hell. She came on his fingers with a scream, her inner muscles clamping so tight it made him groan.
She’d feel so good wrapped around his cock. With a gentleness he didn’t know he possessed, Ekene withdrew from her tight opening and reached for his belt. A thunk drew his gaze back to Rosamma. She pressed her forehead against the bottom of the cage, her chest heaving as she waited out the first willing orgasm she had from a man.
With a snarl Ekene reached through the bars and grabbed a fistful of hair. “Nuh uh. Who said you could get down?” he demanded, yanking the leather belt from his waistband. “You’re gonna stay just like this, got it?”
Before she could answer Ekene laced his belt through the bars and around her throat. Rosamma’s gasp almost made him hesitate, those blue eyes begging for mercy. But a quick glance at her still dripping cunt, and the relaxation of her muscles chased away his fears. She wanted him to capture her, own her, fuck her.
And she’d still want that even if Guy hadn’t tried to steal her life away. With that knowledge firming his resolve, Ekene finished wrapping his belt around the top of the cage. It was a leather noose that kept Rosamma from lowering her head lest she strangle herself. Soft groans and whimpers graced his ears, but no pleas to stop.
Withdrawing his large swollen cock, he pressed the tip against her opening and smeared the slick along his shaft. “Say yes.” He rasped, spreading her lips as he applied more pressure.
“Yes, please yes. Fuck me, Ekene, please I need you inside me.” Rosamma’s pathetically beautiful begging drove away the last part of his sanity. With a loud grunt, he surged forward and claimed her virginity as his own.
It was by the grace of her cage that his powerful thrust didn’t hurt her. The steel bars met his hips before her supple ass, the entire frame shaking from the force. Ekene grabbed the bars, using them to propel himself forward, and shove deeper inside of her. She was so tight, her body so hot and wet for him.
He wasn’t going to last long. Releasing his hold on the cage, Ekene reached through the bars and gripped Rosamma by the hips. His chest folded over the top of her small prison at the same time her head tilted back to reveal lustful honey brown eyes and a slack jaw. “Touch yourself. Fucking touch yourself.” He groaned.
Without hesitation, Rosamma slid slender fingers to their joining, sweeping up the length of his cock to stroke his balls. Then back to her clit, the few flicks of attention tightening her pussy into a vice. “God, Ekene please!”
“Come for me. Do it now, little girl.” He demanded, grabbing the belt and constricting her airflow with a tug. Cum flowed out of her like a waterfall, drenching his cock as she spasmed around him with a choked howl of pleasure. In that moment, Ekene needed to own her more than he needed anything in the world.
His balls constricted, and he thrust through her orgasm, hips smacking the bars as he came with a shout that echoed Rosamma’s. With a low moan he released the belt and slid a languid hand down her spine.
“You’re mine. Mine to own. Mine to protect. Mine to fuck. Until you don’t want me anymore, I’ll be here protecting you. Now I need you to answer a very important question for me princess. Do you trust me?”
Chapitre Seize
Guy was soft. And that frustrated him more than watching Ekene Caton fuck the one slave he never got to. Guy was a jealous, possessive man who hated giving any of his girls away. It was this trait that garnered such good results. Stockholm syndrome was a hell of a drug, and so was its opposite - Lima syndrome. Except he never had the urge to let them go, just keep them. Forever, and ever, and ever.
Guy never thought about what it would do to him to watch another man claim what’s rightfully his for the next six weeks. This was the first time Ekene fucked Rosamma and already Guy had been made a limp dick. It was hot for porn. Those two fuck bunnies could make a lot of money if he put the video of their sins online.
What the fuck was he thinking? Guy shoved away from the mahogany desk stacked with three monitors. Mounted on the wall were three other screens blinking security feeds at him. None of them were as enticing as the fuck fest happening on monitor number one. Or enraging.
With a deep breath to calm his nerves, Guy filled a cup from a water dispenser, and slammed it down. When he glanced back at the subject of his ire, Ekene was gone. Rosamma was still locked in her cage, slender legs popped out, and a leather noose keeping her in place. Part of him wanted to go abuse the helpless woman left all alone.
A close up on her face revealed that Rosamma was crying and yelling. She wanted out, but Ekene was making her wait. Good. It seemed Ekene had some skill breaking women at least. The sooner this girl was out of Guy’s life, the sooner he could move on to his next fixation. And his next paycheck.
Quick cursory glances at the other screens revealed Ekene had stepped out to smoke, the burner phone Guy provided held to his ear. The wiretap bug he placed in the phone was radio silent. Damn it, this is what he got for selling to a man running an international security firm. Of course he found the listening device.
But Ekene couldn’t turn off the listening devices on the outside of the house. One button press and sound started blaring from the computer's speakers. “Yeah, I met a new friend up in Tahiti. That’s who I’m going with, yeah. No. No, just a one-time thing.”
Guy scoffed, flopping back into his seat. So he was extending a vacation for some pussy - it wasn’t the worst cover story. Except for the travel logs that needed to be forged. Some ink and passport stamps wouldn’t be too hard to obtain, but still.
“She wants to go to Australia. What? Do you know who you’re talking to, Australia’s not too far… well yeah I mean if you have a private jet. Really, that’s what you’re complaining about? If you want a thirty-minute flight, Tahiti isn’t the place. It’s in the middle of the ocean, man. Yes the ocean, what do you want from me? Who cares if you’re afraid of water, you weren’t invited. Well, go munch on your leaves if you enjoy hiking so much. The forest being pretty isn’t relevant!”
Guy shut off the audio with a groan, rubbing his temples. “Annoying fuck.” He groaned. This wasn’t worth it. Nothing was worth watching the most beautiful woman in the world being restrained and presented for a good fuck… and not being able to do anything about it. Nothing was worth listening to Ekene Caton bicker on the phone with whom he presumed was a sibling or an overly familiar employee.
Shit, what was he talking about? He had enough money to fill a pool with hundred-dollar bills. In six weeks, he’d be able to take a well-deserved swim. But until then he had a job to do.
∞∞∞
Pleasure had long worn off by the time Ekene came back. In its place were stiff muscles and dried tears. Both from holding herself in the same position for twenty minutes, and a leather belt ensuring her compliance. A single loss of traction, and Rosamma was strangling, struggling to breathe. Despite Ekene’s promise to return, she’d screamed for him to stay.
Begged for him to let her out first, but his cold, commanding voice told her no. In gentler words he explained his plan and his reasoning. They needed Guy to believe he was the sadistic piece of trash he claimed to be. That wouldn’t happen if he was gentle with her, before, during, or after. But this was too much.
Rosamma called his name who knew how many times, pleading for
her freedom as if he weren’t fighting for it right now. It didn’t feel like he was. How could it with a noose around her neck, and a miniature prison locked around her body? No breathing, no movement, no freedom. She screamed his name again, and this time she got a response.
“I’m going to hit your cage to make it look like I’m angry at you.” Came from behind her. Then metal bars rattled a shaking tempo right into her bones and drew the belt tighter. Rosamma gasped, trying to suck in a breath with each release. “Now I’m going to prepare for bed and leave you until I’m done.”
“No! Please Ekene, let me out. There are other things we can do, other ways to make him think you’re hurting me!” The argument was so sound in her head, she couldn’t understand why Ekene shook his head. God, and then he laughed, and Rosamma doubted the man claiming to be her savior. “I had to do that for realism.”
No, he didn’t. No, he didn’t. No, he didn’t.
Yes, he did. More than anything Rosamma wanted out of the cage, her mind craved the freedom not given to her body. It made it easy to overlook the world beyond. “Th-the belt. At least the belt.” She begged.
Silence pervaded the room for a long minute before Ekene began to undress. “If you fall and keep falling, I’ll be able to justify taking the belt.”
So strangle herself.
“Or you can wait until I’m done preparing for bed.” He offered, more gentle than his other suggestion. “And we can sleep together as your reward.”
Rosamma’s arms shook, threatening to decide for her. But more than she wanted the leather snake to let go over her throat, she wanted Ekene’s arms wrapped around her. She wanted his comfort, and she wanted him to take care of her after the mind blowing orgasm they shared. “Yes, sir.” She whined.
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