Authors: Anneke Jacob
As She's Told (53 page)
A snap of fingers, bringing my head up. A flick, and I was crawling for my cage, leash dragging beneath me. Finished with. Cage door clanged. They were gone, through kitchen to basement. Deep voices through the floorboards, rising and falling; laughter shouting up. What's the joke? I wondered wistfully. I turned, brushing my arms painfully against sore nipples. What was I now? All those standard epithets: slut, whore? These had no resonance. Slave, yes. That chorus of middle-aged females in my head that said I had choices; how I hated them. Every time my master locked me down another notch, took us another step in the journey, they were at me again, nagging. Shut up! I'm not like you!
Again I wished I could be wholly what I was, wholly slave, without the world's righteous chorus in my head for counterpoint. A slave from birth.
And once again the real, terrible history of the world of exploitation and oppression made me wince away. A willing slave from birth was an oxymoron.
I touched bars on either side. Perhaps not so. Chorus or no chorus, perhaps I was as close as it came.
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"My fine piece of property." He kissed up her throat, the side of her face. "My own thing." His voice was a deep, unhurried chant in her ear.
"You're mine to lend, but you'll always come back to me. You won't belong to anyone else but me." A breath sighed from her, and her eyelids relaxed.
He continued to stroke and croon: an owner's lullaby. "All mine. I'll use you as I please. I'll use you and lend you and take you back. Mine."
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Anders swung a broken cupboard door on its remaining hinge.
"Fixable," he said, picking up a screwdriver, "though it won't be pretty. Girl, empty these cupboards and start scrubbing the shelves." There was more light in the front window; he carried the broken door off, saying, "Svend, would you take your eyes off my slave's ass long enough to bring her the stuff to clean with? She can't reach it." Maia was chained to the oven door, and the chain only went so far. The two men surveyed the grungy living room. Anders scraped at a wall with his thumbnail. "These walls will need a lot of cleaning before they'll take a coat of paint.”
“Yeah, yeah. I'm on it. The landlord will pay for the paint but not the labour, the bastard." They shifted and covered furniture made ratty by a year of abuse. "Hardly worth it, really," Anders said.
"You think it needs paint stains on top of everything else?" Svend peeked into the kitchen where Maia knelt, her torso halfway into a cupboard.
The muscles of her naked buttocks and thighs tense as she scrubbed. She turned back to rinse her brush in the bucket by her side, exposing more harnessed flesh, including a swollen tit that his hands tingled for.
"Come back here," Anders called. "No freelancing."
Svend started on the walls with trisodium phosphate while his brother fixed the cupboard door. "You know, this is all very well for you, you're used to it. I'm not accustomed to having to ignore naked female flesh parading itself in my kitchen."
"It's called delayed gratification. One of those developmental stages that signal adulthood. You'll come to it in time." Anders ducked and a wet cloth hit his elbow.
The kitchen doorway got far more attention from Svend than it required.
At last, exasperated, Anders set the repaired door aside, unlocked the chain from the handle of the oven, yanked off the small rubber gloves, and pulled his slave crawling into the living room.
"Here, for Christ's sake unload yourself so you can get some work done.
Don't forget the condom." Svend speedily dug one out and sat on the sheeted couch, Maia's chain in hand. Both he and the girl glanced at Anders' irritated 333
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form, sweeping his sponge in big arcs over the upper part of the wall. Svend toyed with a harnessed breast. "Well, Anders' little muffin, I'd like a bit more time to play, but your – um – owner's in one of his moods." He ripped open the little package, and unzipped. "Get this on. Ah. Very good. Open wide, now."
Ten minutes later Maia was back at her scrubbing, and Svend with leisurely movements was looking after some different woodwork. Then he went out to bring back takeout for lunch. Maia knelt in a practiced crouch over a bowl of Singapore noodles, and he watched, bemused.
"Wow. You don't leave anything out, do you? Is she that shade of pink because of the position or because I'm here?"
"Because you're here. Look, I'll have her finish the stove and the fridge.
I'll fill some of those holes and sand them, then you're on your own."
"Oh, come on. All work and no play?"
"No, you've had enough for now."
Svend sighed. "Well, brother, sharing toys is a developmental stage.
You'll come to it in time." He raised his shoulder against the punch, grinning.
***
okay, and then go on to Halifax .
>Terrific!
>We are indeed very happy to be touching in real time. This woman
is, believe me, more fine than ever. Though the apartment is quickly
becoming too small for two.
>Running out of wardrobe space? I'm not surprised. Will the
university let you have a larger apartment now that there are two of you?
>A work permit takes years, I hear; does she have a tourist visa or
what?
>Ria managed to get documentation from Henningsen for journalist's
visa, and so there will be no problem for her to stay, though she cannot be
paid by an American company.
>So that documentary is going to be funded after all?
>I hope the scene wasn't too much of a letdown.
>Ria is not very disappointed as she was forewarned. She is already
planning demos of her own; they will love her.
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>Those Midwesterners won't know what hit them. Dreadful pun
absolutely intended.
***
Strings twanged. I crouched and listened to the guitar and harmonica jockeying around for a blend. The fiddle bow sawed.
From a deeply quiet and private household, we had gone to something more like Grand Central Station.
I had just been thinking that I was getting accustomed to Svend's visits, to new waters in the harbour. With a lot of help from the harbourmaster.
The two brothers had been sitting over empty plates, arguing in Danish about something or other. I'd watched them from my corner, still tethered over my empty bowl. Then the doorbell rang. And here was Val, walking in on solid boots, meeting Svend, eying Anders' hardwood and joinery. Giving his slave and her bowl the once-over. The one as red as the other. "Looking good, Thygesen. Nice work.”
“Thanks."
"All right, make with the tour. Starting with that installation piece over there."
My ears were buzzing. Locked-back hands writhed behind me, seeking a way out.
No. No! At the folk festival he said… Shit, she's not working for him any more! Oh, god!…
She was standing over me; I could just see her boots out of the corner of my eye, through the black haze. Voices above my head. A damp cloth, cold against burning skin, swabbing the food from my face, my nose ring. Big hands were at the back of my neck, unlocking, and there was the little tug at the ring that signalled me up. Limbs obeyed. Eyes stared at the floor, till a big hand under my chin forced my head up. Obediently it remained up through the examination of each restraint and visible piercing. But I couldn't meet that derisive eye.
Again I followed the tour on my leash. We passed Svend on the couch, hands folded around his harmonica, foot tapping. The conversation in front of me was in English for a change, and was all shop talk. What kinds of jobs Val was getting, what equipment she'd acquired, where Anders had routed the plumbing. I walked at the lead's signals, stood the way I was trained to 335
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stand, with my round naked flesh displayed and presented, and did not think.
Couldn't bear to.
Back down the stairs to the living room, pausing before the fireplace, Val ran a hand over the mantelpiece, and gave me a hazel glint that slid vertically from face down to feet and back again.
"Fine piece." She looked around. "How's that soundproofing working out?"
"No complaints yet."
"We should test it some time."
"Sure."
No. Not that. No!
Down to the basement. Cold floor, leashed beneath the bench while they went over the workshop item by item. Val spotted the door with two round holes in its panels, laughed, and leaned it out to look from both sides.
"You dirty pervert. Does it work?"
"Uh-huh."
She ran her hand round the two lined holes, and leaned the thing back in its place.
"All these webcams. Are you spreading her over the net, by any chance?"
"No. Strictly private monitoring system. Making sure she does what she's told."
"That's a relief. All these lenses are making me nervous."
"They're off when I'm home, don't fret. Your privacy guaranteed."
"All right. Well," she said, looking around, "great workshop."
"Want to use it some time? You're welcome."
She hesitated. "Well…just till I get my own together. Maybe."
"C'mon, Val. It would be good to work together again."
"Miss me, huh?"
"Sure."
Pulled out from under the bench now, standing. Val, arms folded, staring at me. "Okay, now that I know I'm not on camera, is your display piece interactive at all?"
He stepped behind me. A hand beneath my jaw tipped my head back firmly against him. The other hand squeezed a breast, stroked my belly.
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slid and pinched. "And this." I was turned around by the head, which he trapped beneath his arm, and two disparate hands explored my ass. No, please! No!
A low voice rumbling, direct from his chest to my ear: "You can use her mouth, if you have protection. I'll give you a condom to cut open if you want. But her belt stays on."
Behind me, Val's voice, muffled. "Fair enough. Got my own equipment.
Can I spank her?"
I squeezed my eyes shut and shuddered against my master's side. God almighty! Please, not that!
He released my head, turned me. "Sure. But Svend's going to want to watch. That okay?”
“The spanking, yeah. Then both of you skedaddle. That okay?”
“No problem. Hey, Svend!"
The harmonica stopped. Feet on the stairs. Into the smaller room, the one with the table and wooden chair. Val sat down, and I started to cry.
"Aw," she mocked, "so cute. What's the matter, little girl, don't want a spanking? Think you don't deserve one?" I leaned against Anders, turned my head into his chest and held my breath to stifle the sobs. "Or don't want to be spanked by me? Too bad. Get your butt over here; I'll give you something to cry about."
My eyes went up to my master's face. He nodded me toward Val with a look that meant business. I squeezed my eyes shut for a long moment, unable to move. Terrifyingly, the moment extended. Dammit, girl, obedience!
I could do this. Turning, I took a deep breath. Four steps over to the woman in the chair. A small hand dragging down on my leash. I was arranged over thighs barely longer than my own. A smell of motor oil, heated metal, female sweat. Anders and Svend standing, parallel skyscrapers, watching. A knee pushing up under my pelvis, raising my ass.
A hard little hand pushing my locked wrists up my back. Another hand squeezing and stroking me, and my skin writhing, wanting to throw it off. A hard slap. A harder one. It hurt, it raised heat, but it wasn't my master's hand.
Another.
"Got to stay away from all this hardware so I don't injure myself," said an amused voice above me. "But I must admit it's a nice display." Slow and 337
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steady blows, making the fire build until tears started again, until my mouth opened and sounds were forced from me. I craned my neck to see my master, through tears only a blur at three paces.
The last few blows made me twist and scream. "All right," Val told the men, "Out." When the door closed, she stretched her legs and pushed me to the floor. "So how's your cunt-eating résumé, slavegirl? You'd better have done this before."
I shook my head, wincing at the contact of my ass against the cold boards.
"What, never? Oh, fuck. A virgin. Fine. Just think about what you wish was being done to your own locked-up snatch. I guess you don't get much of that yourself, do you?" she sneered. I shook my head again. "What, aren't you allowed to speak? Even a bratty bitch knows to say 'No, Val.'
I gritted my teeth, whispered, "I'm sorry. No, Val."
She pushed down her jeans, and I stared into brown curls, wanting to pull away. Wanting to run away. Feeling the yank of the leash in her fist.
Something plastic, spread and glistening. Leash taken up short, my face pulled between her legs, the smell of female despite the plastic; hair and a long wet slit beneath my lips, just on the other side. Swollen labia pressing, hot. A smell like Anders' fingers when I sucked them clean, but heavier.
The leash yanked. I opened my mouth, and gave a tentative lick. Then another. Explored for the clit and sucked. Hard fingers pulling my ear. "Not yet. All around it first. Come on, girl, do it." Could hardly get my breath, the leash was held so short.
