The Slave (39 page)

But Jimmy held her securely down, and sighed
as her throat contracted even further on his cock, and the choking
sounds began to reverberate on the bottom of the shaft. When he
finally let her pull back a little, there were tears streaming down
her face and she was gulping air in through her nose.

“
You are the worst cocksucker in the
house,” Jimmy said, pulling her back so that just his round cock
head lay in her mouth. “Get down on the floor, we’ll start you back
at the beginning.”

From her knees, she followed his directions.
She seduced his cock, kissed it with the shyness of a virgin and
then with the passion of a penitent. She took him in one inch at a
time, and licked him up and down like candy. He pushed her lower,
to lick, kiss and then finally take his low-hanging balls in her
mouth. One at a time.

“
Carl can handle both,” he sneered. “I
knew you’d be a waste of time. Get back to sucking. But first, lick
that cock shaft. Kiss the head, the whole thing! Now get it back
down in your throat, and keep it there!”

But she could never keep from choking around
it for a long enough time. And Jimmy never let her forget that he
was in control. He always shoved that one inch further, and held
her in place for ten seconds longer, or, when he finally just
clamped down on her head and fucked her face the way that she had
fantasized about for so many years, she gagged and nearly lost
control.

But dammit, even as she cursed him, and
herself, and the cheap porn that had fed her fantasy life, every
minute was an awful delight, a thrilling reminder of what she was,
and what he was, and how damn good it was underneath all the
anguish and disappointment. When he pulled her away from him, she
whimpered to get him back. When he barked some new command, she
rushed to obey.

It was still a stinging rebuke when he sent
her for Carl and made her watch as Carl effortlessly took the
entire length of Jimmy’s cock in one smooth motion, or as he stayed
perfectly still for Jimmy’s ruthless battery of Carl’s mouth and
throat.

And it was still wonderful when Jimmy
ordered Carl to fuck Robin for Jimmy’s amusement, and the two
slaves scrambled and positioned themselves for their master’s
pleasure, stopping and starting again at his whim.

“
I understand that the two of you got
something going,” Jimmy said once, standing over them while Carl
was holding Robin’s reddened and shaking ass cheeks far apart,
exposing her tight asshole. Robin held her breath, and then moaned
it out as she felt Jimmy’s finger penetrate her.

“
That’s cute,” the master continued.
“Real cute. But you never forget who fucks who around here,
boy.”

“
No, sir,” Carl replied.

“
So get her up here and get ready for
the ride of your life.”

Robin ended up over the edge of the bed.
Before she realized what was happening, Carl was in her, slamming
down into her anal channel with a strong urgency. But instead of
starting to bugger her energetically, which was his usual custom,
he stayed inside of her, and she could swear she felt the pulsating
of his warm cock as it nestled deep inside of her.

And what Robin felt next was a compression
of weight from above, and then Carl’s whoosh of released breath in
her ear. His cock in her ass jerked suddenly, and she heard Jimmy’s
grunt of satisfaction way above her.

Jimmy fucked Carl in and out of her by
making Carl follow Jimmy’s thrusts.

She could hear the rhythmic breathing of the
two men above and behind her, the shift in pressure as Jimmy pulled
back and Carl followed. The dragging of Carl’s thickness through
her body made her begin to grind back into him, with him, so that
the three of them seemed one writing mass of sexual frenzy, back
and forth, pushing into each other and wrestling back for another
thrust.

Robin panted and pressed her palms against
the bed, forcing her upper body up, and Carl reached around her and
took her breasts into his hands. The brushing of his fingers
against her nipples was all the stimulation she could take before
what little restraint she had left wrestled and clawed its way from
her. Her voice rose in a series of wails that seemed to encourage
Jimmy to speed up. Carl grunted as he was forced to slam into her
again and again at his master’s rhythm, and when Jimmy snarled out
a command to hold still, both Carl and Robin moaned.

But they obeyed, feeling the steady pounding
of Jimmy’s final thrusts, until he spurted his pleasure deep inside
of Carl’s body. Robin could feel the answering rush that Carl felt
as he clutched her even harder, bruising her with his
fingertips.

“
Finish up,” Jimmy said, his voice
tight but calm in the tense moments after he drew his cock out of
Carl’s ass and walked around the bed to look at them
again.

Carl didn’t hesitate one second. Relaxing
his hold on Robin’s tits, he pushed himself back for a better angle
and slammed into her just as his master had so recently violated
him. Robin mewed and whimpered, and pushed her hips back at him.
She wanted him all, every inch, and Jimmy, too. She wanted the two
of them to use her, fuck her in every cavity she had, until she
screamed with pleasure, until she cried with agony and exhaustion.
Carl’s movements into her reached a steady and tumultuous series of
waves that triggered her own pleasure, and she threw her head back
to look at Jimmy.

“
Please!” Her voice drew the whole
word out, made it a wavering song of entreaty, like a hymn. “Oh
please, please, master, let me come, sir, please!”

“
Sure,” Jimmy said. “Do
it.”

Robin reached under herself, and bowed her
head. In a second, she had her hand right where it should be. In
three, Carl had begun those movements that she knew signaled his
own approaching orgasm. Robin didn’t wait for him. One quick pinch,
and her own pleasure rose up and took her, sweeping through her
body from that little point between her legs and through her entire
delta and up past her breastbone. It rushed through her in wave
after wave. Her inner muscles constricted and flexed with every
pulse, and Carl gasped and came himself, startled by the powerful
contractions. He leaned over her while he came, moving his hips in
short jerks, emptying himself out, and sighing in the release.

“
Cool,” came Jimmy’s voice. “Do it
again.”

* * * *

And after that, Robin became a more
integrated part of the household’s sexual doings as well as the
professional aspect. Eric was so happy that Jimmy had taken an
active interest in making some use of the girl that he even tried
her out himself. It was not particularly memorable for either of
them, but it marked Robin’s transition from utility slave to
personal one. It also truly established her at an equal level with
Carl, despite his seniority. In time, Carl and Robin got tired of
their more or less vanilla relationship, and began to see each
other as mutually helpful and available friends.

But before they had entirely cooled down,
Carl began to let her know that he was on her side in more ways
than just friendship. He told her that as soon as he realized she
had no intention of trying to elbow in on his special relationship
with Jimmy, he began to really like her. Then, one night, when he
came over to her bunk and she pushed back the sheets to make
herself available to him, he just kissed her and held her hands
together and called Jeff.

She froze, wondering what she had done to
piss him off. But when Jeff arrived, a smirk on his face, Carl
merely jerked his head toward Robin’s body and said, “Suck
her.”

“
What?” Jeff exclaimed.

“
You heard me, shitface. Get your
mouth down there and eat her. Lick her pussy.”

“
No way, man! I don’t eat
cunts!”

Carl let her go and sprang on Jeff, grabbing
him by the back of his neck and forcing him down onto his knees.
“And you don’t talk to me that way, you snotty little punk. You’re
dead meat if you don’t do what I say, asshole.”

Robin watched, eyes wide. Jeff sniveled; it
was clear that he really believed that he had to do what Carl told
him to. She wondered what his instructions must be.

“
But I never did that,” he complained,
trying one last time. “I don’t know how!”

“
Now’s the time to learn,
shit-for-brains. Get your mouth down there and start licking. I’ll
tell you what to do next.” Carl returned to Robin’s head while Jeff
reluctantly got into position. As Jeff stuck his tongue out and
began to lick, Robin giggled; it was almost like being attacked by
a perverted dog.

“
Relax,” Carl said, beginning to kiss
her throat and flick at her nipples. “When he gets going good,
you’ll suck my cock, OK?”

“
OK.” Robin reached up and gave Carl’s
nipple a tweak, and when he grinned, they started to play with each
other’s bodies with obvious delight.

* * * *

It was over two weeks from that incident
when Eric stopped Robin during her work day. When she raised her
head from her bow, he shot her a stern look. “Is it true that Carl
has been making Jeff go down on you after lights out?”

Robin pursed her lips. But there was no
question about how she would answer. “Yes, master.”

“
And how is he? He’s not a bad
cocksucker.”

“
He’s... learning, master. He’s
still... reluctant.” Inwardly, she cringed. Chris would have
smacked her for not answering the question.

But Eric merely nodded thoughtfully. “Well,
we’ll have to do something about that.”

And that night, for the masters’ amusement,
Jeff ended up servicing everyone with his mouth, one after the
other, going back and forth between the other slaves while the
owners laughed and threw rolled condoms for him to fetch.

Robin had been firmly established in the
household. And the only person who didn’t like her was a boy she
could use at will. Life was good.

* * * *

At the one year anniversary of her sale, she
was supposed to contact her trainer for an update. It was in her
contract. So she called Chris at the number she had been given, and
spoke to him for about an hour. It was so good to hear his light,
sardonic voice, and so good to hear the pleasure he got in knowing
that she was working out in her new position.

“
You told me that I should expect the
unexpected,” she said once, when the conversation seemed to drag.
“Well, I got it.”

“
We all do,” he replied. “The
survivors always seem to be able to make the best of it. And how
shall I hear from you in another year?”

He meant, will you be renegotiating your
contract with your new masters, or will you want to re-enter the
Marketplace through another sale?

Robin sighed, and looked out her window. She
was healthier now than she’d ever been in her life. She certainly
got her SM play, in abundance, from people who took it seriously
and never relaxed it because of affection or love or a bad day at
the office. She was doing work she was trained for, and achieving
some small rate of success. She even got off regularly.

Could she gamble all of that for something
better?

Was there something better?

“
I don’t know,” she finally
said.

“
Ah.” There was silence on the line
for a moment. “I do know what you mean. Be good, Robin. And give my
respects to your owners.”

“
Yes, sir,” she answered. And then she
put the phone down and gazed out the window some more.

It sure was a nice view.

If there was one thing that saved life in
California from becoming too monotonous, it was the fact that Eric
and Jimmy threw lots of parties.

Different kinds of parties to be sure. Jimmy
entertained his clients and the slaves got dressed up and became
somber and nearly invisible house-staff. Eric partied with fellow
beautiful people and their various agents, lovers, photographers,
and friends, and the slaves became hip, charming waiters in
designer outfits who flirted and laughed at everyone’s jokes.

Robin was fitted with three exquisite
serving outfits, including one maid-style black dress complete with
apron and cap, and a lovely tuxedo with silver-gray trim. She liked
doing the servant routine; it was almost like acting in a movie.
And the guests were almost always impressed and almost never showed
it. If anyone ever wondered why two men needed a live-in staff of
four to take care of them, the thought was never uttered out loud.
One night, Robin overheard one of Jimmy’s guests remarking to
another that the servants were all probably hired for the occasion
just to impress them, but that was the worst anyone said.

What was ironic about those affairs was that
when an occasional guest got out of hand and touched her
inappropriately or made a lewd comment, Robin always managed to
react the way that any real servant would, with polite but firm
refusal and a calm sense of offense. One man even had Eric call
Robin aside so that he could formally apologize to her. Afterward,
Eric and Jimmy got a big laugh out of it, and speculated that the
man had loved the opportunity to relish such humiliation as
apologizing to a mere servant before her employer. And Jimmy was
especially amused by it, and made mock apologies to Robin for the
next week, every time he punished her.

It was more fun to be trendy with Eric’s
crowd. It was also intimidating as hell. If Robin had felt plain
next to other slaves, Eric’s friends made her feel like the
original Ugly Duckling. But it worked in her favor, because she
could be dismissed as a possible distraction; no one would compare
her with the absolutely stunning professionals who strutted and
lounged their way around the house the same way they did through
life. It was at several such parties that Robin actually did meet
some famous people, models, directors, actors, photographers,
writers, and designers.