Semi-Hard (12 page)

“Acknowledge me,” he hissed quietly.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Acknowledge me, slave,” he warned.

Tiana’s mind whirled with scenes of all the horrible punishments he could force on her.
 
“Yes, Master Dillon.”
 
She managed to roll to a stand, and she stared at the carpet as she walked to the center of the room.
 
The soft fiber of the rug brushed her shoulders as she lay down, and she closed her eyes and raised her knees.

“No… no… I won’t do it,” Audrey shrieked.
 
Tiana turned towards her and she saw Audrey pulling at the leash.

The woman placed her wine glass on the table and gripped Audrey’s collar.
 
“Did you just refuse my order, slave?”
 
Katya looked around the room in mock embarrassment.
 
“Oh, my.
 
Such a disobedient pussycat.”

Without releasing her grip, Katya rose.
 
Dillon walked over, grabbed Audrey’s wrists, and dragged her to where Tiana lay on the carpet.
 
He arched her backward, over Tiana’s bent legs, and Tiana looked up at him fearfully.
 
“Keep your knees together and raised.”

“Yes, Master Dillon,” Tiana gasped.

Audrey’s hips rested on Tiana’s legs, and her wrists were cuffed to her ankles.
 
These, in turn, were short chained to Tiana’s ankle cuffs, and the back of Audrey’s head rested just above Tiana’s stomach.
 
Audrey shrieked and tried to buck, but luckily the awkward position made it difficult for her to find leverage to smash her decorated head into Tiana’s breasts.

With her ankles pulled and secured to the outside of Tiana’s thighs, Audrey’s pussy was spread open on top of Tiana’s legs.
 
Tiana struggled to keep her feet together as the woman splayed on top of her struggled.
 
Katya stood over them, slapping a crop into her open palm.

Without warning, the crop swooped down and hit Audrey along her opened slit.
 
“Aaaah… aaaah,” Audrey screamed, and Tiana grabbed her ribcage to keep her from thrashing off her legs.
 
She glanced up at Dillon for approval that was not missed by many of the witnesses.
 
The girl was ignoring the other slave’s punishment and looking towards her Master to make certain that she had not disobeyed his orders.
 
Dillon nodded, and Tiana continued to hold Audrey in place, keeping her exposed for her Mistress’ flogging.

The crop sliced down again, and Audrey shrieked and wailed.
 
“Let go of me, you bitch.”
 
Again, the crop found its mark, and Audrey slumped back onto Tiana’s belly and sobbed, “I’ll do it, oh god, stop.”

“Acknowledge me, pussycat,” Katya demanded.

“Yes… yes, Mistress Katya,” Audrey cried.

“You wish to show me how you bring Dillon’s slave pleasure?”

“Yes, Mistress Katya.
 
Please,” Audrey begged.

“Very well.”
 
Katya tossed the crop onto the chaise, and she released her slave’s wrists and ankles.
 
Audrey knelt before Tiana’s bent legs, and Tiana slowly opened her thighs.

Tiana balled her hands into fists and closed her eyes, and she tried to picture either a scenario with Dillon or a time on the semi when Audrey had attended her before.
 
Audrey’s trembling fingers spread Tiana’s pussy open, and as she swiped the moist folds with her tongue, Tiana felt her tears splash onto her bared lips.
 
Audrey’s attentions were forced and angry… and completely un-arousing.
 
There were no thoughts that Tiana could wander to that made her feel any hint of a sexual response.

Audrey’s sad performance was displayed before all of the guests.
 
Katya and Dillon narrowed their eyes in anger at the girl, and Dillon said, “Viktor… I did suggest the brothels for her.”

“Oh no, cowboy,” Katya replied coldly.
 
“I have others to attend to my sexual needs, and as they have their own system of rank, this one will eventually learn to please them.
 
They can be as harsh as I am, if they are denied their pleasure.
 
Besides, this one is going to be my pet.
 
The green eyes will go well, once she is finished being marked.

Audrey was finally leashed, and the silently sobbing girl returned to kneel beside Katya’s chaise.
 
Tiana stared at her raised legs, waiting for Dillon to tell her what to do.
 
She was certain that she was going to be punished, but he merely called her over to kneel by his chair.
 
She whispered, “I’m sorry, Master Dillon.”

“I was not thrilled that Viktor insisted on acquiring Audrey for his wife, Tiana, but you did disobey my order.”

“Yes, Master Dillon.”
 
Tiana had no idea when or how she would be punished, but she was certain that it would happen.
 
She followed Dillon into the dining room, and silently ate from her bowl by his boots.

After dinner, the group returned to the parlor.
 
The Masters enjoyed an after dinner brandy, while Tiana worked herself into an anxious state over what punishment Dillon would decide.
 
As possibilities wove through her thoughts, once more she felt the undeniable response of passion.
 
She truly must be corrupt and deserving of this fate as the man’s slave.
 
And why doesn’t that thought bother me more?

Tiana was still unaware that she was on display and that the other Masters were watching her with close interest.
 
They noticed her eyes change from fear to a frightened passion.
 
As slaves had little to consider, they knew that she was thinking about the repercussions of her disobedience earlier, and that the thought of her Master’s painful lesson had aroused her.
 
When Boris caught Dillon alone, he asked him if he was interested in selling the girl.
 
The cowboy told him that he would offer him first option if he decided to let Tiana go in the future.

At last, drinks were over and Dillon led his trembling slave back to his quarters.
 
Katya had agreed with him earlier in the day what the two slaves’ punishments were to be.
 
They knew that, due to Audrey’s apathetic responses, the young women would fail, but opted not to share the retribution in the parlor with the others.
 
Naturally, it was agreed that Viktor would be watching from his monitor.
 
Dillon and Katya had also assumed, correctly, that most of the other Masters were going to be with him.

Tiana clenched her hands behind her back as she knelt by Dillon’s chair.
 
The suspense was unbearable, and several times she bit her lip to keep from asking questions and earning more punishment.
 
After fifteen minutes, there was a knock on the door, and Tiana’s eyes widened when Katya came into the room leading Audrey.

Audrey was already crying, and when she passed in front of Tiana, she noticed red welts on Audrey’s bottom from Katya’s encouraging swats with the crop she was once again holding in her hand.
 
“Honestly, Dillon, how did you bear two months with this slave?
 
I know… you warned Viktor,” Katya stated flatly.
 
She looked up at the camera in the corner and narrowed her eyes at her husband.
 
Viktor chuckled at the monitor in response.

Audrey was led to a strange looking beam that was pointed on top.
 
She was told to straddle the wood, and with her feet on the blocks, her hands were lashed behind her.
 
Audrey figured that her legs might get tired from holding herself up, but the torture was minimal… until the blocks were removed and her pussy rested on the corner of the beam.
 
She continued to shriek so loudly that Katya secured a ball gag into her mouth.
 
The elegant woman grabbed Audrey’s chin.
 
“I expect obedience, pussycat.”

Tiana watched Katya move towards the sofa and stretch out.
 
She lifted her long skirt to display shapely legs and the black thatch of her uncovered pussy.
 
The woman smiled at Tiana.
 
“Come; teach pussycat how to pleasure me.”

This was something that Tiana had never done… nor was it anything that she had expected to do once she had been given to Dillon.
 
She froze, and stared up at Dillon.
 
Surely he would not expect her to do this?
 
He smiled down at her.
 
“Acknowledge the Mistress, Tiana.”

Tiana could not find her voice, and she continued to stare mutely into his dark eyes until he gripped her chin.
 
Dillon whispered, “We can go back to the parlor so that all of the Masters can enjoy your efforts.”

Oh, god.
 
He can’t… I can’t…

“Tiana?” Dillon warned.
 
The blue eyes staring up at him were spilling fat tears.

“Yes, Mistress Katya,” Tiana whispered, continuing to stare at the cowboy.
 
Dillon lifted her up with his hand under her chin, and Tiana turned towards the woman on the sofa.
 
She approached her in hesitant, stiff steps.
 
When she knelt by the side of the couch, Katya slid her legs sideways, spreading herself open with her feet on the floor.
 
Audrey’s muffled screams could be heard in the recesses of Tiana’s panicked mind.

Tiana reached out trembling fingers, and she closed her eyes.
 
With one last fearful glance at the woman’s eyes, she saw the sadistic delight in the Mistress’ gaze.
 
Tiana spread her and exposed the wet folds, and as she lowered her head, she smelled the musky juices.
 
The first tentative stretch of her tongue darted back as soon as she touched the soft warmth, and then Tiana worked the woman’s pussy with gentle strokes, using both her fingers and tongue to manipulate the Mistress until her hips were rolling and thrusting slightly in passion.
 
The more aroused Katya became, the more Tiana was encouraged.
 
A detached portion of her mind began to enjoy eliciting the gasps and impassioned responses from the woman, and Tiana began to feel her own channel constricting and lubricating.
 
It became a silent contest, as Tiana brought the woman to the brink of her climax and then retreated away from the stiffened nub of her clit.

“Enough,” Katya declared, and she gripped the sides of Tiana’s head and held her in place while she rubbed her slit along the girl’s tongue.
 
Tiana felt Katya stiffen, and she sucked in a breath while she climaxed.
 
After her shuddering slowed, she gazed at Tiana with lust-filled eyes.
 
“You will offer her to me before Boris, Dillon.”

“Yes, Katya.
 
I guess that’s fair after sticking you with Audrey.”

Audrey was helped down from the beam, while Tiana continued to kneel by the vacated sofa with Katya‘s juices still shining on her cheeks and chin.
 
Her mind was a mass of confused thoughts, and it was several minutes before she realized that Dillon was speaking to her and that Katya and her pussycat had left them.

“Go wash up, Tiana.”

“Yes, Master Dillon.”
 
Tiana rose and walked to the bathroom, still in a slightly detached state.
 
By the time she had splashed water onto her face and brushed out her hair, her senses had returned.
 
She stared at the reflection of herself in the mirror while she thought of the things that Dillon might demand of her… frightening things she had never considered… and she smiled.

Over the next few months, Dillon continued to keep Tiana on edge.
 
She was an almost constant companion, and usually found herself restrained in some erotic torture while Mikhail and Dillon would train the new slaves.
 
A slow agitation began to fill the cowboy, though Tiana knew that it was not due to any failing on her part.
 
Every guest that visited the estate was in awe of the compliant slave kneeling with devotion by the American’s feet.

Viktor recognized the shift in the cowboy’s demeanor, and he agreed with Mikhail as to the cause.
 
Mikhail had become quite adept at training their acquisitions, though he never accomplished the mesmerizing adoration that Dillon seemed to acquire from them without effort.
 
He agreed with Viktor on the next stage of Dillon’s service to them.

When Viktor, Mikhail and Katya joined Dillon in the parlor after dinner, they discussed their plans.
 
No one missed the matched look of desire in the dark eyes of the cowboy… and the wide blue eyes of the girl kneeling silently beside him.

EPILOGUE

The semi was a monstrously large truck, with both the cab and the box trailer shining to a glossy black finish.
 
It kept a steady pace as it sped down the isolated highway in the darkness.

Viktor’s influence extended through many of the small European countries, and the promise of a compliant slave that had been trained at the hand of the cowboy went far to encourage the discreet compliance of officials.

Viktor’s estate emblem was painted onto the side doors of the truck, and the police turned their heads when the semi traveled their roadways.
 
Tiana sat in the passenger seat, looking out through the windshield and enjoying the countryside while she helped her Master search for his prey.

Sometimes he initiated the captives into their new lifestyle, and sometimes he had Tiana persuade them to orgasm while he knelt behind her in the sleeper with his rod buried deep inside of her and Tiana’s head lowered between the hog-tied girl’s thighs.

By the time the rig pulled into the basement garage of Viktor’s estate, Mikhail would have six slaves in various stages of training for the cowboy and him to work with.

Back in Dillon’s quarters, the couple would shower, and Dillon would lead his slave through some wonderful erotic torture.
 
When their arousing games had exhausted them, they would lie on the bed and Dillon would pull Tiana’s head onto his chest.
 
His strong arm held her against him while his hand stroked her into a calm sleep.
 
“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he murmured, and he kissed the top of her head.
 
Dillon never locked Tiana into the cage, and he never sold her.

THE END