The Slave (36 page)

First of all, despite Eric’s assurances,
Jimmy remained sarcastic and unwilling to believe that they could
or should incorporate Robin into their lives. It was in the context
of explaining to Jimmy what he had in mind for the new acquisition
that Robin finally learned what she had been purchased for.

“
We just spent that kind of money on a
personal antique shopper?” Jimmy had asked in
exasperation.

“
Not just antiques. My sculpture. Your
investments. She could do the buying for the clients, and for the
families. We can use her to agent our trading pieces.” Eric
remained calm at almost every barb and every lilt of arrogance in
his lover’s voice. Instead, he ticked off the advantages one at a
time, seemingly unaware that Robin was listening to every word with
a rising understanding and inner sense of irony. “Listen,” Eric had
continued. “You hate to go to auctions. I hate to waste my time,
too. Now, we have someone who can go to all these things, sit by
the phone for who knows how many hours and handle all the stupid
little details that are such a pain in the ass. I won’t need to
borrow Carl from you to do all of the paperwork for me. And you
won’t have to go out by yourself to get me something fabulous for
my birthday.”

“
You just got something fabulous for
your birthday,” Jimmy sighed. “And she’s sitting right
there.”

They both turned to Robin as though just
noticing her presence. It was her first day in California, her
first day in the house, and they hadn’t even showed her where to
put her things or where she was going to sleep.

“
She doesn’t know anything about the
things we like,” Jimmy added. “For crying out loud, she likes
Italian paintings and Old Masters. We’re going to have to have her
tutored to make her useful.”

“
No we won’t.” Eric addressed her for
the first time. “Are you familiar with Southwestern Native artwork?
Navaho, Hopi? Mexican and Spanish Californian? Greek, Roman, or
Aramaic antiquities? Modern sculpture? Hindu artwork and texts?
Japanese swords and military collectibles?”

Robin thought quickly. “Master, I’m familiar
with most of them, but I haven’t spent a lot of time in their
markets. But a few weeks with the new catalogs and a few visits
with some dealers and I could easily act as your agent in any
field, sir.”

Eric smiled triumphantly. He was still
princely when he smiled. “There, you see? Great investment.”

Jimmy snorted. “You don’t even know where
she’s going to sleep.”

“
No, I decided that on the ride from
the airport. We’ll just put her in with the boys. There’s no need
to make special arrangements here. She can use the second floor
office as her workspace, and I’ll have Raul empty the closet for
her things.”

It was amazing.
After spending my
lifetime wishing for enslavement, to become the object of the whims
and will of a master or mistress who would reduce me to nothing but
a useful toy, a sexual plaything, I have at last been sold to two
masters who don’t have the slightest interest in me sexually, but
who are going to put me to work doing precisely what I did before
being trained and sold.

Suddenly, she looked up, and her quick
movement attracted the immediate attention of both men. She
blushed; Chris had hammered into her that slaves move with
deliberation and speed, in order to fade into the background. But
she cleared her throat and went forward anyway. “Master? May I use
one of my personal contacts today?”

“
What, you mean to call home? Sure,
sure.” Eric waved one hand dismissively. “We’re not living in some
Dickensian tragedy here. You may give out the telephone number
you’ll be using for business to a family member if you like, so
long as they understand that it may not be abused.” He raised his
voice. “Raul!” The man appeared at the door instantly. “Take the
new girl up to the room, and give her a bed. Then let her use the
phone in the upstairs office. She can help you clean the closet out
in there. And then bring her back downstairs to meet the
family.”

And Robin had gone upstairs, smiled at the
sight of pine wood bunk beds in the small bedroom that the four
house slaves would now share, and then was taken to the office that
would be hers. It had a set of glass doors leading out to a small
patio that overlooked the back of the house and the pool. She would
get the morning sun.

She picked up the phone and dialed direct
and tried to keep from laughing out loud until her mother picked
up.

“
Hey, Mom?” she said, after greetings
had been exchanged. “Guess what? I got a new job, a much better
one. And I’m moving to California! And my office has a window with
a view, and everything!” She looked casually over toward the figure
of Raul, who was showing off his incredibly cute buns as he leaned
over to pull a box out of the closet. “The benefits? Oh, the
benefits are just fabulous,” Robin sighed.

* * * *

That night, her two masters examined her
closely as she stood in the middle of their living room. The other
slaves were all in attendance. Raul was serving, going back and
forth with after-dinner drinks and espresso. Carl was kneeling by
the fireplace, his hands behind his back, looking studious and
uninvolved. And Jeff was lying on the floor, providing a spot for
Eric’s feet. It was common to see the young man sprawled out and
paying attention to those two objects of worship. Eric liked it, a
lot.

“
You can grow back the hair down
there,” Eric finally said. “I’m no pedophile. And it’ll break up
the paleness of the body.”

“
It’ll look strange,” Jimmy protested.
“The boys are all shaven.”

“
They’re different. What do you think
about getting her nipples pierced?”

“
Oh, that’s so fucking trendy. At this
rate, she’ll be a novelty without them.”

“
Good point.” Eric turned to Carl,
over at the side. “Carl, did you ever fuck women?”

“
Yes, sir. Before I was sold to Master
Jimmy.”

“
Well, there, you see. Another use for
her.” Eric leaned back and stretched. “Not to mention that we’ll
finally have someone to entertain your het clients
with.”

“
Well, if we’re thinking that way,”
Jimmy said, perking up, “there’s also the girls.”

“
Hell yes! We won’t have to borrow
anyone for the parties.” Finally, it looked like the lovers were
agreeing on her usefulness. Robin sighed just a little. Her
position had seemed somewhat tenuous, and the last thing she wanted
was to be the point of contention between her two
owners.

“
Well then. Now that we’re settled,
let’s settle the rules and make sure she knows her place.” Eric
leaned over to touch Jimmy’s hand in comfortable appreciation, and
then turned back to the slaves. “You belong to both of us equally,”
he said, addressing Robin. “When we are not here, you obey Raul,
and then Carl. You will rise with the rest of the slaves, and do
whatever business is assigned to you, and make yourself available
for whatever other chore or activity we desire. You are responsible
for keeping yourself healthy. You must exercise every day, and keep
yourself clean. Any problems go to Raul. Hesitation or sloppy
behavior will be punished, and so will improper attitudes. You will
call the two of us master or sir, and all of our guests are sir or
ma’am. You do not use the furniture unless specifically told to.
And you accept your punishments with as much silence as you can, or
you’ll be gagged.”

“
Yes, master,” she replied. It all
sounded pretty easy to follow.

“
Then let’s put some color on you, and
see what you’re made of.” Eric stood up and stretched, nudging Jeff
out of the way. “I’ve never played with a girl before. Want to
help?”

Jimmy shook his head. “No, I’ll sit this one
out. I want to watch.” He snapped his fingers and Jeff crawled over
to him. Jimmy pointed to his crotch, and the black-haired young man
put his hands behind his back and maneuvered his head to open
Jimmy’s fly with his lips and teeth. But Robin could only see the
opening movements of that act. Because Eric came up close to her,
touched one finger to his lips as though he were still considering,
and then nodded.

“
I think I will need you, Carl,” he
said, beckoning. “And bring me a paddle, and one of those little
rubber things we got in San Francisco. Get yourself a couple of
safes while you’re at it.”

He took Robin by the arm and led her away
from the sunken seating area to a bare corner where a mission style
lamp cast yellow light over a square of bare floor. Over his head
hung a single chain.

“
I want you to reach up and hold onto
that,” he explained. “As high as you can for as long as you can.
Don’t make me waste time with cuffs.”

Carl returned with the requested items and
stripped off the wide red jockstrap that had been his only garment.
He stood in front of Robin as she raised herself up onto the balls
of her feet and wrapped the chain around her hands. She looked up
at him; it wasn’t forbidden to do that with the other slaves. He
had a bright look in his gray eyes, as though this was something
extra special. She would have admired his craggy, square face had
she seen him elsewhere. His dark hair was cut very short, but not
like the all-over buzz cut that Jeff sported, and it made him look
a little bit like a soldier. Of all the men in the house, he had
the greatest definition in his chest and arms.

“
So show me,” Eric’s voice came from
behind her, “how you fuck a woman. How would you start? Skip the
kissing. Just get to the sex.”

“
Yes, sir,” Carl replied, grinning.
“Thank you, sir.” And he reached out and took Robin’s breasts into
his hands. As she felt his fingers compress, she shared a gasp with
him. He immediately swept his hands down so that he could pinch her
nipples, and then began to knead them between his
fingers.

“
Do they like that?” Eric’s voice
asked again. He was standing right behind Robin, his mouth near her
right ear. “Do it harder. Can they take as much as men?”

“
They usually love it, sir,” Carl
said. “And they can almost never take as much as men.” As if to
prove his words, he gripped her nipples harder and twisted them
savagely, and Robin cried out. Her body shook, but she held onto
the chain with all the strength she could muster.

“
She’ll have to take more than that,”
Eric commented. “Tell me, Robin, do you like what Carl is
doing?”

Robin moaned as Carl backed off a little,
and blushed for the first time in her new home. “Yes, master,” she
replied.

“
Well, that’s lucky for you. Those
nipples of yours will have to take a lot around here. Is she
getting excited, Carl? I can see her breath is coming
harder.”

“
Yes, sir.” Carl dropped one hand from
her breast and pushed her legs firmly apart. Robin gasped again as
the spread put more pressure on her arms and legs. But Carl
recaptured her full attention when his fingers artlessly spread her
cunt lips and pushed their way inside her.

Naturally, she was already quite wet. She
moaned as he pulled out of her and nodded to his master. “Yes, sir,
she’s hot.”

“
Fantastic. And do you want to fuck
her? Put your cock into her pussy?”

“
Yes, sir!”

“
Isn’t that interesting. Your boy
wants to fuck girls,” Eric informed Jimmy.

Robin couldn’t help but turn her head to see
what her other master would say to that. Jimmy was sprawled back on
the couch, pulling Jeff’s head up and down violently on his lap.
The boy’s body shook as he tried to keep his balance. When Jimmy
paused to answer, he pushed Jeff down, probably filling his mouth
and throat with cock. Pinning him there, Jimmy made a dismissive
gesture with his free hand.

“
Oh, he always wants to fuck girls. I
guess having one around might be good for him.” Looking down, he
ground his boy’s head down against him, and then pulled him slowly
up. Even across the room, Robin could hear the desperate gasping
for breath.

“
There you go, Carl. Do you want her
to suck you first?”

Robin glanced quickly back to see the look
of panicked indecision that crossed Carl’s face. But before the
slave could answer, Eric laughed. “Not tonight, asshole. Learn to
answer faster when I speak. Now get your dick covered and in her,
and right now.”

Carl moved with near lightning speed, and
when he stepped up to Robin, he had to bend his knees to get his
cock into position. But that didn’t deter him. He merely grasped
her thighs in his two large hands and lifted her bodily off the
floor, and then settled her back down onto his cock. His arms
reached around her to wrap her about the waist and hips, and he
groaned as she covered him and took him in.

“
Whoa! Nice move! Get your legs up,
bitch, like they do in the movies. Fuck him back!” Eric moved back
as Robin did her best to follow his directions. Carl was not above
average in size, but he did move against her in a steady and hungry
way that made her want to do exactly the movements that Eric was
coaching her in. Her legs came up and wrapped around Carl’s lower
body, and although the pressure on her arms seemed to increase, she
didn’t care. She had a cock, a warm cock, sunk deeply into her, and
a strong man thrusting against her. And just when the pleasure
seemed to become too much to bear while maintaining her proper
attention upon her master, the man who bought her stepped behind
her again and smacked her ass, hard, with a paddle.