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A House of Slaves by LongDarkRoad Chapter 16 Roles We Play

A House of Slaves 

Chapter 16 Roles We Play (You got your deal)

The draw was for the opportunity to piss on a slave, something the ladies of this group delighted in. ‘Golden showers’ were always part of any slave event for them, as Shareen Macgregor had discovered when she became involved. It was something she had done to her submissives from the start.

After the announcement of the ‘winners’, the women had returned to the tables, and working together, released the table legs and lowered the tables down to the floor, with the three sluts still bound on them in place.

The three winning women then came and crouched, each one over one of the sluts’ faces. Timing their release as well as possible, the three began to urinate into the open, waiting mouth of a slut, who, with head held in place and mouth agape, had no choice but to accept the yellow, odorous liquid, whether this was their thing or not.

Ms. Smith had used Aquina in this way early on, training her in their first week together to actually drink her piss, in limited amounts. Like Macgregor, the act was the important thing. However, since Smith’s death and until last week when she had cleaned Macgregor, Aquina had not tasted the salty, murky fluid since; but she remembered. The trick was not to fight it, to let it hit your throat and go down and to hold your breath. It was the smell that got to you.

Evidently, the blonde to Aquina’s left had not learned this, and began to wretch. As a punishment, she was dragged to her feet and one of the other remaining four women squatted above her as others forced the blonde’s head and mouth directly beneath the woman’s quite hairy pussy, and then a generous stream of yellow poured forth, much of it bubbling out of the blonde’s mouth and down her face and neck. The blonde then had to clean this woman and the other three as well.

The women then stood around and chatted as the assistant un-tied Aquina and the black girl and took them off down a side hall (the blonde had been taken somewhere else) and into an open shower. Aquina and the other girl were instructed to wash quickly; the assistant returned in a minute with towels, turning the water off saying “You have one minute, Sluts.”

When she returned next, she tied their hands behind them again and sat them on a bench where she began to lick and suck their pussies, first with the black girl and then Aquina. She had marvellous skills and each woman in turn, in spite of the odd scene, had a climax, albeit a mild one, and fairly quickly. She turned and instructed them as she untied them once more.

“Your clothes are on the stage. You are to leave now,” the assistant spoke matter-of-factly, and then she headed off. There was a pause. Aquina and the other woman looked at each other.

“I’m Aquina.”

“Dayo,” the woman replied, holding out her hand. Aquina took it, but pulled the woman close and kissed her, Dayo responding warmly. Aquina touched her face. Dayo stroked her arm.

“You are very beautiful,” Aquina said, and the girl smiled, and perhaps blushed, but one could not tell.

“Thank you. You too are so beautiful. I was hoping they would make us have love to each other.”

Aquina smiled. “I would have liked that.” Then there was an awkward pause, before Aquina added, “I guess we should be going.”

Out in the main room, all was quiet, everyone had left. Aquina felt a surge of sadness again with Macgregor gone, leaving no word. She dressed quickly and followed Dayo out into the sunshine that seemed strangely incongruous; it should really be night time, Aquina thought.

When she got to her car, she noticed a message on her cell. It was from Macgregor. “Slave; that was excellent. Several of my friends want you. Should I rent you out?? See you soon. Btw, the new girl (Bobbi?) is clean. Ta.”

Aquina smiled at this; it made her feel a little better.

Would she like to be rented out, just like Melissa? The irony was not lost on her.

She thought about that as she drove off, considering that if her mistress ordered her, she would obey.


Friday afternoon Aquina got the text from Jake with an address and a time; seven PM. Aquina looked at the address; she was sure it was the same warehouse Brandon had taken her to the day he had raided the stash house and detained her. This was good, it was very suitable. She called Garth with the news.

She then looked at the envelope on the counter; Alston had dropped it off early this morning with seventeen thousand in it; it was nice (quite nice), but at this rate it would be years before they had anything substantial.

Tonight was to be a bit of a party with Gusbertson, Dzyuba (Old Creepy, the girls called him) Adam as usual and the new guy Garrett again. That was promising because the state staffer moved in a bigger pond, and that meant bigger fish.

Aquina’s phone buzzed with a text; “Slave –r u at home?” She did not need to look to know who it was from; she quickly texted back. “Yes!”

As she waited, the doorbell chimed and Aquina hurried to let Shareen Macgregor in. A few minutes later Aquina was lying on the floor, completely naked, with the doctor standing beside her. Macgregor nudged Aquina’s legs apart with her shoe and then pushed it against Aquina’s sex. “Hump yourself, slave.”

Aquina began to undulate her hips and rub herself hard against Macgregor’s patent leather shoes. The doctor then slapped the inviting ass beneath her with both hands. “On your knees.” Aquina moved to that position and waited.

Macgregor moved to the couch and sat down. “Lie by my feet and clean my shoes.”

Aquina moved by the couch and began to drag her tongue in long, sensuous strokes along the side of Macgregor’s shoes. “Do you want to be my slave?” Macgregor suddenly asked.

Aquina paused, “I’m sorry, mmm, Mistress, but I am being that now, aren’t I?”

Macgregor chuckled. “I mean permanently.”

Aquina paused again. Her heart was now beating furiously, and there was a ringing in her ears; why did this woman have this effect on her? “What, um, what exactly does that mean…to you Mistress. Just so I am clear about, um, it….”

“About what I would expect? Yes. I know you have been in other…relationships. My slaves, and I have had several and currently have one (not you) are, well, mine…completely. They have no possessions or identification. They live under my roof; eat what and when I tell them; are punished by me as I choose; can be loaned or rented or even sold by me if I choose. I mark them and brand them. They are, well, things of mine, like my car or my artwork. But, unlike inanimate objects, they are content and fulfilled.”

She paused and Aquina was certain that her breathing was now loud enough to reveal her excitement.

“Are…um, are you asking me…today…to commit to you, as your slave?” Aquina had stopped licking the shoe but remained lying face down by Macgregor’s feet. Seconds ticked by. Macgregor sat, Aquina lay.

“No, I do not expect a decision today. But I do need you to think. Do you want to come to me again next Monday?”

“Yes, Mistress, I do. Very much.”

“Good. The women enjoyed you, and I know now that you belong, as you were, serving on your knees. You are a whore and need a firm hand, and the thing is, you know this, in your heart.” Macgregor stood. “So, my conditions are that you must go and service my friend, Arlana Jarvais, on Sunday. I will text you her address. She wants total freedom with you and I’ve assured her that if you show up she can do whatever she wants to you. The second condition is that you need to have a gold ring put in your left nipple. Any questions?”

Aquina lay, considering all that she had just heard, when the doctor stepped over her and paused, “Do you still wish to serve me Monday?”

“Yes, Mistress, I do. Very much.”

“Good.” And then Aquina heard the footsteps as Macgregor walked to the door. Fifteen minutes later she texted Aquina her friend’s address.


Aquina sat in her car. She could not see Garth or his friend, but she knew they were there. She was early and there was no sign of Jake. She waited, the tension building; but then, she liked tension. Her mind began to drift to her mistress, when suddenly she saw lights approaching and Jake’s Cherokee pulled up across and a little down from her. He climbed out and without looking in her direction, ambled toward the low attached building that at one time had been an office. He unlocked it and went in.

Aquina got out of her vehicle and moved quickly to the door, entering with some caution. Jake came out from behind some crates. His face carried its usual scowl, his hand was on his gun.

“You wanted to talk to me?”

“Yes, I did,” Aquina kept her voice even and controlled, even as Jake reached to draw his weapon. Before he had cleared his holster, the massive frame of Garth Clarke materialized from behind Aquina, a large gun in one hand. Buddy came in just behind him, his gun drawn as well. Jake’s face went from surprise to anger, as he drew his gun and tried to smash it down on Garth.

But, not only was Garth larger than Jake and in better shape despite his age, he was also trained; he deflected Jake’s thrust and took out his left knee with a kick, just as he drove his elbow into Jake’s exposed throat.

Buddy stepped up, pinning Jake’s arms as Garth smashed his enormous fist into Jake’s paunchy midsection. Buddy pulled Jake’s jacket off him, before pounding his own large fist into Jake’s kidneys.

As Jake lay on the ground in agony, Garth and Buddy quickly plastic-tied his feet and wrists. They slipped a hood over his head and heaved him up and carried him out, tossing him into the back of Garth’s truck before pulling a tarp over him.

Buddy retrieved Jake’s keys from his jacket and climbed into the Jeep. Aquina got into her car and they all headed out; soon they were on a road leading out of town.

****      ****

The cars travelled south on the expressway in a convoy, finally crossing a bridge near one of the city’s sanitation works close by a cemetery. It was wooded and quite deserted; they drove down a small service road and parked. It was dark and secluded.

Jake was hauled out of the trunk and punched twice more in his stomach before Garth drove his knee hard into Jake’s groin, doubling the man up into a ball. Jake was like a lot of large bullies; he had never needed to learn to fight or how to take and block blows; although in this case he was defenseless anyway. Garth, on the other hand, knew how to give and receive blows; both very well.

Pulling off his hood, Aquina looked into Jake’s beady eyes (they really are beady, she thought to herself) and spoke in a calm, businesslike manner.

“Here’s the deal. You get to live. You get one hundred grand for your troubles. You ask Dzyuba for a transfer. You divorce Anna. And you fuck off.” She paused looking at him. He sat silently, scowling as always, but despite his effort to look tough, Aquina could see there was no fight left in him. Jake was a coward; she had believed that from the start, but it was of value to actually see it.

Aquina calmly lit one of her slim cigars and blew smoke at her captive. “The option behind door B is that we shoot you, cut off your head and hands, and bury you out here.” She looked around. “The ground is soft and mushy in places, but no one does anything out here; you would rest in peace, for sure. Now, give us your answer.”

Jake looked down. He knew there wasn’t going to be any other offer; and this one actually wasn’t bad, all things considered, although he wouldn’t admit that to this ‘cunt’. He also believed Aquina would have him killed. She was a bitch and a whore; but she didn’t mess around.

“Yeah, sure…. You got your deal,” he spat out, looking at her. He hated her, Aquina could see that, but she was pretty sure he hated most women…or despised them.

“Okay. But, you don’t get the money until you are transferred and the divorce papers are signed; Brandon gives his word and we will honor that. So get busy and you get your dough.”

They put the hood back on and hauled him to the truck, then drove back into the city, stopping in another secluded industrial area, where they dumped him on the ground, tossed his keys beside him, and drove off. His bonds had been loosened and he would get out of them in a minute or two.

It wasn’t over, Aquina considered, but this was done.


The boys were silent and thoughtful when they got the news of Jake’s decision (Aquina left out some details, like about how exactly she got him to decide). And for now, that was that. They had an evening to enjoy and Aquina was off to get the girls.


The night, as had been the case so far, went well; some card playing, some sports watching, lots of girl groping. Aquina had Bobbi and Heather give Garrett a blow-job, sparing Kate’s ass. Oral sex was as far as she was prepared to make these girls go. And it didn’t hurt that she had video of the married state staffer fucking one girl’s ass and getting blown by two other girls who looked to be fifteen.

During the evening she also took the chance to speak privately with Adam about how to begin the process of extracting Anna from her marriage. Aquina noted with interest that Adam’s eyes literally lit up.

And she was able to give Kate a little more hope. “It’s coming together, Kate. Jake’s out of the picture, you and Anna are next. Hold on.”

Kate nodded and looked down; she would hold on, and in some ways things had gotten easier. She no longer had rage; she just wanted her life back.


Sunday around eleven Aquina’s phone buzzed with the message from Macgregor that her friend Arlana wanted her slave there at one this afternoon. Aquina felt that familiar jolt run through her; the thought of a new, unknown woman dominating her was electric. Two hours until then and she had things she needed to do, including a talk with the guys.

She did text back, “Thank you, Mistress. A huge part of me wants to belong to you, completely. Please give me a little more time. I look forward to serving your friend and you. Your slave.”


So the situation with Jake had caused several changes. Kevin had supervised a crew for two days as they built him a nice room downstairs. He then moved out of his apartment and Eric left Jake’s place and moved into Kevin’s, although he had stayed in the main house last night.

This morning, the guys had finished their breakfast and Aquina had herded them into the living room, taking Kate downstairs. Anna, after helping with breakfast, had taken Adam’s food to him and was still with him.  The three men slouched into spots and looked up expectantly at Aquina, who began.

“Okay, so the Jake thing is waiting on him applying for a transfer, but in the meantime, I think we need to look at cutting Anna free. When I came in the plan was for a party house; we have that with the three girls, and I will look for more. What we are doing here is pretty close to a brothel, which is very risky and I question the reward, especially with state and city officials involved. If we need to compromise someone, okay, that can be done. We don’t need to imprison women to do that. A House of Slaves may be a nice fantasy, but it’s Jake’s fantasy and a bad idea.”

All three heads, including Brandon’s, nodded slowly in agreement. They had known that in the backs of their minds all along.


Aquina pulled into the driveway and saw that it wound its way past lush lawns and attractive flower beds before stopping in front of another imposing and elegant home. The wealthy could always satisfy their appetites, whatever they might be, she thought.

She parked her car where she had been instructed and walked to the front entrance with its imposing twin oak doors surrounded by marble. Before she could ring, the door opened; apparently they were waiting for her, and Aquina was surprised to see the same young woman who had assisted at the ‘sex-lunch’ on Monday (Aquina had wondered if Arlana had been present, this seemed to indicate yes), but the woman looked very different today. For one thing, she had clothes on; a uniform of sorts. It was what a girl would wear if she attended one of those private academies: grey pleated skirt, white blouse, blue tie, dark grey vest, white knee-high stockings and saddle shoes.

The young woman looked at Aquina and opened the door wider, but there was no greeting of any kind. It was hard for Aquina to appreciate that less than a week ago this girl had knelt between her legs and eaten her pussy to orgasm, for now there was no sign of awareness or even recognition.

The girl headed down the hall and Aquina followed. They entered a room that reminded the woman of Belvedere’s place; the same feel; ornate furniture, paintings on the walls, thick carpeting. With an almost bored tone, the girl told Aquina to undress, handing her a plastic bag, “Your clothes go in there…except those,” she said as Aquina was down to her thong. “Give me…that.”

The girl placed Aquina’s shoes against a wall and her thong on an end table, then took the bag of clothes. “Sit here,” she instructed, indicating a love seat. When Aquina sat, the girl stretched her legs out and tied cuffs around her wrists and ankles. She then attached the ankle cuffs to the wooden frame of the loveseat, spreading Aquina open. Aquina’s hands were brought forward and put in a ‘prayer’ position and the cuffs were then attached to each other allowing a separation of maybe half an inch.

As usual, a collar was now placed around Aquina’s neck and the wrist cuffs were attached to this so Aquina did look like she was praying. Two straps were also attached to the collar that extended down and looped around Aquina’s breasts. The girl tightened these so that the breasts were lifted and held.

Then without a word, the girl took the bag of clothes and left; Aquina sat in the elegant room, listening to the tick of the clock on the mantel of an impressive stone fireplace, her heart, as was its way, beating madly and her mind feverishly exploring fantasies.


Adam and Anna were lying side by side on the bed in the room that had pretty much become his. He had even offered to throw some money in for rent, but Brandon had said to forget that, they would be needing legal advice and they hoped for his…discount. Adam had laughed and replied, “no problem”.

As they lay contentedly, Adam spoke quietly, asking Anna how she would feel if he could help her divorce Jake. She stiffened noticeably, then turned and grabbed him around the neck, murmuring. “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes.”

Seems she likes the idea, Adam chuckled to himself.


Jake sat in the living room of his house, alone, as Eric had moved his stuff out. The blinds and curtains were drawn. Jake had his service weapon out; he was imagining putting it in Aquina’s mouth and pulling the trigger. He’d make Brandon watch. Anna too. He’d give her a divorce; sure, why not? He’d been bored with the bitch for a long while. But there would be a price. He pointed his gun at the wall; “Blammm!” he said out loud to the empty room.


Aquina’s muscles were beginning to complain; she had been in the stretched position for probably twenty minutes. Then she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Turning her head, she saw a woman enter; but it couldn’t be Arlana Jarvais; this woman was maybe twenty-eight.

Medium height, slim build. She had hair dyed dark black, shaved on her left side and combed severely over. There was a ring in one eyebrow. Yet she was wearing what Aquina thought of as ‘librarian glasses’, very large which, apart from the shaved head and piercing, would have given the young woman a conservative look. Her dress was definitely conservative, buttoning high to her throat and reaching past her knees. The dress was well fitted, looked expensive and gave the woman a very feminine look.

She lifted a wooden chair from near the doorway and brought it over, setting it right beside the loveseat so her knees were actually touching the cushions.

“Hello, I’m Bella Traynor. I’m Arlana’s step-sister.”

She spoke this greeting in a calm and simple way, as if she talked with naked, bound women all the time. Her face held no signs of surprise or anything else; two women in the sitting room having a conversation.

Bella looked down from Aquina’s face, her eyes moving over Aquina’s body; then she looked up and smiled. “You are very beautiful; enchanting, really.” She reached over and fondled one raised breast, then traced a finger up Aquina’s neck, like she was a living piece of sculpture. She leaned forward and sniffed Aquina’s face and hair.

“Uuummmnn, you smell so good, too.” She murmured into Aquina’s ear, before kissing her on the mouth, holding the kiss for a long time, prying Aquina’s mouth open  and sucking on her tongue. “Put your tongue out,” she stated, and when Aquina did, Bella licked the tongue up and down, and then on the top, before sucking it into her mouth again. She ended by kissing Aquina’s mouth softly several times.

Then, with her face just inches away, and maintaining eye contact, Bella slid her hand down to Aquina’s sex, sliding two fingers into her moistened opening and exploring gently, before bringing the fingers up and sniffing them; then putting them into her mouth and sucking them off. Never once did she break eye contact. It’s almost hypnotic, Aquina thought.

Now Bella sat back and smiled. “Arlana likes me to check out her…women. It’s just a little…thing we have.” She smiled again; she had a very pleasant face; pretty, not beautiful. “Her husband owns many businesses and is away a lot; he’s been in China over a month this time; and Arlana gets…bored. David understands; but she never does anything with other men; only women.”

Bella must have noticed something in Aquina’s face, “Oh I’m sorry, and not thinking. You’ve been in this position for a while; I’ll bet your legs are getting numb. Here…” She undid the bonds and massaged each leg for a few moments. Aquina brought her legs down, but still kept them apart. Bella observed her, then asked abruptly “Why do you do…this?”

Aquina looked at her. This was not her kind of woman; she felt no deep response to her. But she liked her, so she answered with her own question. “Why do…you? Or your sister…? I guess we all have needs. We all play…roles…”

Bella looked at her for another moment, sighed and said, “Interesting…” Then in a more business-like way she added, “Well, I’m sorry to say Arlana has had something come up. She will be in touch with Shareen Macgregor. My…report to her will be…positive.”

She removed Aquina’s collar and remaining straps and caressed her face briefly, then stood and left. In a few moments the stoic form of the assistant appeared. She had changed, and was now wearing a tiny swimsuit that hid nothing and showed her lovely, slim body well. She handed Aquina her bag of clothes; they had actually been cleaned and pressed. Only her panties were missing; Aquina looked over to the end table, but they were gone. The girl gathered up the collar, cuffs and ties, then left.

Aquina dressed quickly and left too; she had an appointment with a tattoo gal she knew who did piercings.

 (End of Chapter 16) 

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A House of Slaves by LongDarkRoad Chapter 15 Threats & Actions

A House of Slaves 

Chapter 15 Threats & Actions (Only a Matter of Time)

(Columbus, Ohio, September 2005)

Aquina stood in the room that would be her home for the next few years; standing beside her was Harriet Smith, who had guided her and assisted her with applications and all the necessary paperwork needed to get her into Capital University.

Aquina’s S.A.T. scores were a tribute to her intelligence and effort, but Smith had been very important all along this path. And she had taken her down another road as well, as Aquina had been living with her as her sexual slave for the last several months. This moment was filled with emotion for them both.

“You will come down to…see me, my mistress?” Aquina asked, kneeling before the older woman and pressing her face into her shoes.

“I am tempted, my dear. But I would rather wait for your breaks, and have you return to my house, where we are…more comfortable.” She smiled; a small, sad smile.

“I will miss you…so, so much, Mistress,” Aquina murmured, pressure building in her chest.

“And I you, but in life there is change. You have a goal here, to graduate with a degree; it will take most of your time and attention. But I am only a call away if you need an ear to listen.”

Smith reached down and stroked the glossy, dark head. And then she left, quietly. Aquina stayed where she was for several moments, allowing the sadness to flood over her and flow on. She knew her life would never be the same, and so true it was.

A month later, Harriet Smith was dead from a brain aneurysm.


Aquina and Claire came out of the bedroom of Sanders McHugh’s lakeshore condo. They each were wearing a shirt, unbuttoned, and little else, although Aquina had put her panties on, conscious of her new tat, which her undies just covered. Claire had enquired with interest, but Aquina had not elaborated on the marking.

Their hair was a mess and they both looked very relaxed and content, an arm around each other. “Seems like youse-two had a good time,” Sanders noted from his chair, as he sipped his bourbon.

They both smiled at him and Aquina asked, “And why do you say that?”

“I got ears, Doll.”

They all laughed. Aquina then went and retrieved her clothes as she had some things to do before her trip tomorrow, and she wanted to talk with Sanders about it.

He poured her a drink as she settled across from him, asking, “I’m going to the Cayman’s tomorrow; business of course; who do you recommend I get a plane through? I may need some…um, soft security.”

“You’ve been there before?” Sanders noted.

“Yes, several times. I have an account at Alhambra Bank & Trust right in George Town. But I’ve never been carrying in cash, like this. I’ve actually never taken more than ten grand at a time. This is very different.”

“Hmmm,” Sanders murmured, “You should just use one of my company’s planes?”


“Absolutely, Doll. I’ll cover the flight, you need to pay for the pilot and you’ll need five G’s to make sure security is…nice to you; right?”

Aquina smiled. “Right. Thank you again.”

Claire now came and sat down, leaning against Sanders, as he added, “And youse don’t owe me A, I owe you. Right?”

Aquina smiled again, nodding her head.

“Someday, you two are going to have to tell me what the deal is between you,” Claire announced.

Sanders and Aquina looked at each other and smiled, then swallowed down their expensive bourbon.

Sanders then guided Claire’s blonde head down to his lap with one hand while unzipping his fly with the other; all that ‘listening’ had…consequences.


(Chicago, April, 2011)

Aquina Morez had been working on a contract basis, assisting individuals and some small companies with financial matters, since her graduation. She had been getting fairly steady work, and having some money of her own coming in was great; but she was restless. She probably, simply, had expected…more, youthful dreams being what they are.

Then, as Smith had noted, life changed.

Late one night she was doing some work at a client’s residence when ‘Mrs. Client’ sat down at the table and looked over her forms and notes. These clients owned a small enterprise offering carpets from ‘around the world’ and the books were straight forward, although Aquina had found several areas of deduction the clients weren’t using.

Mrs. Client spoke up, “You are very good. A, how you say you name?”

“A – kween’ – uh,” she had replied.

“Interesting. You are very, um…efficient I think, and you have already saved us some money.” The woman studied her for a moment. “We would like you to look at our…um, other books. You can of course say no and leave. We will pay you for what you’ve done…”

And so it had begun for the young accountant, helping people off record, payments under the table; and because she was good, people kept recommending her to friends. But the friends got progressively ‘sketchier’.

But Aquina was making a lot more money, and she was enjoying things a lot more. She even travelled for the first time…to the Caymans, and opened her own account.

She thought then that she was on top of the world.


Aquina was thinking back now on her first trip here as their plane circled for the descent into George Town. She had come back many times since, sometimes flying to Jamaica and coming in by boat; sometimes flying to Belize with a stop-over, and then flying to the Caymans later. She had never taken a lot of cash, preferring bank drafts and always as she said, less than ten k; but over time she had built up her ‘pension plan’ nicely.

For this trip, the first with partners involved, it had been a hectic couple of days leading up; starting with the disclosure to the group (minus Jake) that Melissa had been sold; the boys were pleasantly surprised by the money but concerned as always about Jake. Aquina went through it all again and finally the concept seemed to be sinking in; Jake was a major problem and they could not let him mess up their plans.

Aquina did not discuss any further the ideas about freeing Anna or Kate; one thing at a time. The boys were excited, and a little anxious, about their money flying off; but they understood that if they wanted to move away from nickel and dime stuff they needed to aim a lot higher, and an offshore bank account was essential.

With her loyal bodyguard Garth accompanying her, they had flown to Washington late Thursday night, then drove down to a private airstrip in Virginia where IAC (Illinois Action Consolidated, Sanders’s main company) kept their planes. Aquina and Garth were to fly in one of their smaller Cessnas; which was still much more convenient, and nicer, than flying commercial.

All the right people had been paid, and thus they checked only what was expected and the money was safe in Aquina and Garth’s Lueders leather briefcases, designed with their special compartments.

Although it was past regular ‘bank hours’, the manager of Alhambra was a personal friend of Aquina’s and had made arrangements. They would drive from the private landing strip to the bank and take care of business. Then they would spend a pleasant night at the Marriott on Seven Mile Beach, before flying back out in the morning.


Later, relaxing in the jet tub in her suite, her hand gently grazing her tattoo, Aquina thought to herself that it had been a pretty incredible six weeks.

I wonder how Melissa is doing, she pondered briefly, as the warmth of the tub caressed her, and she leaned back, completely relaxed, apart from the occasional vision of Shareen Macgregor that came, arousing her.

And also thoughts of lovely Claire, which caused her to smile; what a loving, and definitely compliant, woman.

She had things to sort out, for sure, on her return. She looked again at her marking; I am a slave, she said to herself and felt a surge of arousal. Macgregor was right, she was playing a role as a dom. She was more content on her knees, serving the right woman; it was what completed her.

She reached over and picked up her cell, her hand now trembling, then typed, “Let me serve you next week, Mistress. Please. Please. Your dirty whore.”

She sent that off and lay back, heart racing. Amazingly, a return text chirped in a few minutes. “You disgust me,” Macgregor had written. “and you deserve to be whipped. But you may be able to serve me again. Did you enjoy being used as my toilet?”

Aquina sighed and squeezed her labia hard, replying, “Yes Mistress, very much. I love when you piss on me.” As she sent that off she considered how pathetic that was, but it was true. Just thinking of it again heated her.

In a moment the reply arrived. “I knew that, and it is not a surprise. You belong on your knees, serving me, and my friends. Now, for my amusement, send me a shot of you lying naked on your bed, legs spread wide. Something I can share with those friends; all women whose shoes you are only fit to clean, on your knees of course, after they piss on you as I watch.”

Actually moaning at this message and imagining that scene, Aquina quickly climbed out of the tub and dried off, then placed her cell on the desk by her bed, before lying down as the device clicked its five seconds and snapped the shot, her legs wide and her pussy spread as she pulled back the labia. She sent it off with a message, “I hope this pleases you. And your friends. May I please touch myself, Mistress?” and waited, gently fondling her clit, ashamed with herself and amazed, once again, at her arousal.

In her home, Macgregor smiled at this; it was excellent, more than she hoped. She typed, “Call room service, whore, because you are a whore and need to have sex daily, and pleasure whoever brings your tray. Send me a shot of your face in a pussy or sucking cock. You may touch yourself once you send the shot.”

Aquina knelt by her bed, desperately wanting release, then called the front desk.

Twenty minutes later, a clearly startled young black man was taking a shot of a beautiful woman with his cock completely in her mouth.

After the bewildered but very satisfied employee had left and Aquina had sent the shot, she lay and stroked her labia, before savagely fingering herself, coming with a wonderful climax in less than a minute.

A text arrived shortly, “I’ve shared your photos with several of my friends, whore. They all agree that you are made to serve. You will be on your knees for me, and others, soon. S.”

Aquina got up to brush her teeth; a flood of emotions swirling through her mind, but wishing she was on her knees before Shareen Macgregor, her mistress, right then.


It was late Sunday before Aquina, forcing herself now to focus on her job not her desire, was able to meet with Brandon, Eric and Kevin to review things. She showed them the receipt indicating where their funds were and how much; and everyone had a big smile. The topic then moved to recent events.

Last night they’d had a poker game with Alderman Gusbertson, Adam, as usual, who was actually becoming a fair poker player, and Kevin, with the fourth being Daniel Garrett, a young man who worked in the governor’s office on one of the current initiatives; and he appeared to be someone who could become useful.

As the boys retold it, Garrett was clearly taken with the party girls, especially Bobbi, who he couldn’t keep his hands off of (she is a hot one, Eric added). At the end of the evening (Gusbertson again came out on top for winnings, but no one lost a lot) Garrett had his own ‘happy ending’ courtesy of Kate.

Aquina later pulled up the video from that room and saw a very enthusiastic Garrett pounding Kate’s ass. When he finally came and rolled over, Aquina noted that he had the biggest cock of any of them, so Kate did well to please him, anally, although when she looked up at the camera, she didn’t look pleased, causing Aquina to sigh.

Garrett did enthuse as he was lying and recovering, “the wife never lets me do that.” Aquina nodded; she was not surprised; that, after all, was what whores were for, or so someone had once told her.

Back to the present, the topic then shifted to Jake, and it was clear that the group was uneasy about him. He was a scary dude, and he had gone ballistic after learning about Melissa. The boys speculated about Jake’s next move with some concern.

Aquina quieted the discussion with the comment. “I’ve had it with Jake, so I will give you an option. Let me buy him out.” She paused and looked around the group. “Or let us end our partnership here, sell off and move on.”

Everyone sat in silence.

No one wanted to lose Aquina and Jake had become moody and unpredictable. The guys, even Brandon, did not even look forward to riding with him on patrol anymore. To be honest, what had he brought to the partnership? Anna, a petrified wife who needed to be cared for. Melissa; someone he lured and kidnapped, something that could land them all in prison. And while Melissa had brought in some serious cash in her short time, that was because of Aquina, not Jake. Who knew what Jake would have done with her if he’d been allowed?

Eric and Kevin both looked at Brandon; Eric spoke, “It’s your call bro’, he’s your old buddy.”

Brandon nodded his head; he and Jake had had some times together, but even he saw the problems. He turned to Aquina, “You think you can get him to agree?”

Aquina looked serious, and spoke quietly but with confidence. “He’ll agree.”


Springfield, January 2012

It was only a matter of time, Aquina reminded herself, for this to happen. As her clients had moved from sketchy to shady to criminal, she had told herself, this is the last one; then find some regular clients. Enticed by the money, she had been unable to resist; but the big problem, as she found out, was that criminals were…well, criminal.

They were by and large bad people who did bad things. Some white collar ones were not into assault or worse, but you never knew what you were dealing with until you were in the middle of it.

Which was where Aquina had found herself, standing in a warehouse in the cold of an Illinois January, staring down the muzzle of a thirty-eight caliber handgun. Holding the handgun was Elmo (don’t ever call me Elmo) ‘Bugsy’ French, lieutenant to Ronnie (The Needle, where did they get these names?) Dolan, who was in fact Aquina’s client.

Aquina knew that Ronnie was into serious shit; she had had a chance to walk away, but the fee he offered her to ‘review’ his books was forty grand; still quite significant to Aquina even with her current successful work.

Ronnie thought someone in his organization was skimming; he just couldn’t see how. Maybe a fresh set of eyes could; and he had heard very good things about Aquina Morez; could she see what he could not? Also, he really wanted the chance to screw her.

Turned out Ronnie was right on two counts; he had a thief in his employ and Aquina was able to sniff out the guy; Bugsy, who had been watching like the proverbial hawk from the moment Aquina was hired. He knew when she had found his slip-up, and using Ronnie’s cell, had lured her to this warehouse. Now, before he killed her, Bugsy wanted the details on how she had discovered what she knew.

Aquina could not believe she was about to be killed by some guy named Bugsy; it was surreal, things seemed to be moving in slow motion. Aquina began to explain what she had found (what was the point in not telling this jerk) when their conversation was suddenly interrupted and in a dramatic way. The body of Bugsy’s partner, Louie (the Loser, what else) fell from the walkway above them, landing with a thud to Bugsy’s right.

Bugsy looked down and knew Louie was dead; his twisted head was a give-away, and immediately raised his gun and began scanning the area above them.

But there was no point, the danger was now coming from behind. For a very large man, Garth Clarke came up rapidly and as Bugsy turned Garth grabbed his gun-arm and brought it down across his knee, breaking it.

Bugsy screamed out in agony, Aquina looked on in disbelief and Garth smiled up at her. “Thought you could use some help here, A.”


Since that night, Garth had been Aquina’s support whenever she needed ‘muscle’; although Garth was way more than simple muscle. But, it was not surprising that after the chat with the boys and the decision to confront Jake, Aquina’s next call was to her old friend.

Garth Clarke, forty-five years old; six-foot-six, three hundred and twenty pounds, former British special forces; forced to take early retirement and disappear after the wrong man died in an operation, had then left for America, settling in Illinois and gravitating to protection and private investigations, until the day  someone named Sanders McHugh approached him with a request; check up on an old friend for him.

That someone was the attractive and fiery young woman who was into some treacherous business. Garth had liked Aquina from the moment he set eyes on her. Even though she seemed capable of looking after herself, Garth felt a desire to protect her.

As Aquina would attest, Garth had never been more than her friend and protector, had never so much as tried to kiss her cheek. But he would always be there if she needed someone. Garth would help her with Jake, and he had a trusted pal to assist him; with Jake it might be necessary.


However, the ‘Jake problem’ could now be pushed to the back of her mind, Aquina thought as she drove to the warehouse and her next session with Macgregor; this being (finally) Monday; it had seemed to take forever to arrive.

In the meanwhile, she had been ordered to send several more shots of herself, masturbating, urinating, one with a sign reading how disgusting she was. All had been sent and her mistress had told her that all had been shared. “Whores are public, you would agree?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Aquina had texted back, excited by the idea of strange eyes seeing her in intimate situations.

And now she was very aroused again as she drove along, conscious of not speeding; she would likely arrive early as it was. As for Jake, Brandon had spoken with him indicating Aquina wished to meet and Jake had countered with Friday, and he would text the location.

Brandon was concerned about that, but Aquina, with Garth’s (and a friend’s) support, was very comfortable about the meet. Jake might have plans; but so did she, and her plans would most likely win out.

She now pulled into the parking area and noticed there seemed to be more cars than the previous time; maybe some of the women ‘her mistress’ had sent photos too were here, which added to Aquina’s arousal.

The clock read one fifty-three so she just sat and listened to music. When the clock read one fifty-seven she got out, aware again of how wet she was. Her panties were clinging to her; Macgregor would definitely notice; did Aquina like that or not? What she did like was the thought that in a few moments she would be on her knees before a powerful woman who could control and arouse her. She would be free to be a…whore, a slut and especially, a slave; Shareen Macgregor’s slave.

She pondered no more because she had arrived at the entrance and two other women were already waiting. They were both around her height and age; one was blonde with long hair down her back, the other was dark; central African dark, and with an amazingly beautiful face. Both women had good figures with full but not large breasts and round asses, currently displayed nicely in super-tight pants.

Suddenly the door was opened but not by Macgregor; it was a woman of probably forty-five or so, impeccably dressed and looking elegant. She sized up the three waiting women with a glance and with a grin invited them in. When they arrived at the entrance to the room Macgregor had used, with the stage etcetera, the woman paused and told them to undress completely, as per the warning on the floor.

She then had them stand side by side in a row; the dark woman first, then Aquina and then the blonde. The woman then attached collars to them that read simply: “Slut #1; Slut #2 and Slut #3. Aquina being number two. The woman then attached leashes to the collars and led the three naked women into the room.

Waiting for them on the stage were six women and one empty chair, with Shareen Macgregor sitting on the second chair from the left. All the women were over thirty, very well dressed in skirts and dresses and everyone had a martini in their hand. The three ‘sluts’ were paraded in front of the group of women to some ‘unlady-like’ hoots and comments. The naked women were made to bend forward and sway their ‘tits’ and then turn around and bend over so their asses could be seen, before one woman spoke, “Prepare the sluts for our service.”

A naked young woman came from the side; an assistant apparently. She appeared to be in her early twenties and looked Jamaican. She sported a slim, youthful body with a dense but cropped pubic bush and pert round breasts, each adorned with a silver ring.

The young woman put each slut on her knees, with their collars attached to a ring in the floor so their heads were just an inch or so above the tiled surface. Their hands were then bound behind them and their asses were displayed, high and prominently for the women.

There was movement beside her Aquina noted, the assistant was with Slut One, with the audience now yelling out things like, “Do it harder”, and “pump faster”. In a moment Aquina felt the girl’s fingers now spreading her ass, to the loud approval of the ‘audience’. She then felt cool gel being applied and inserted into her anus. The girl fingered her hole aggressively, as various women yelled out to “put four fingers in”, and “give the slut a good finger-hump”, etcetera.

After a few moments, the girl moved on to the third ass, prepared it as she had Aquina’s and then left the room. Aquina heard the quiet chatter of the women; it was like they were at a cocktail party, then she heard the soft pad of the girl’s feet as she returned. A bag of sorts was placed beside Aquina and then she felt something being pushed into her asshole; a moment later she felt the surge of warm water being released into her bowels; she was receiving an enema.

Each ‘slut’ received the same treatment and then all three were unhooked and made to crouch over buckets and the seated women watched as their ‘performers’ eliminated the water. The watching women howled their amusement, threatening the sluts with forcing their faces into the buckets and worse. The process was repeated three times for each woman and then their anuses were pronounced clean.

Aquina and the other two were then marched onto the stage, hands still bound behind them, and placed on their knees in front of a woman, who raised her skirt or dress to reveal a naked pussy, into which each slut’s face was pressed and which they began to lick and suck. Aquina felt a pang of jealously when she realized the blonde girl beside her had her face between Macgregor’s thighs.

Each slut serviced two women, and then all three were put to work on the lady who appeared to be the leader, licking her ass and pussy together until she shuddered, and the group applauded. At that point, the naked assistant took the three women down from the stage to where tables had been set up in front, and the three slaves were tied down on these: arms, legs, heads and waists, bound tightly to the tables, in extreme spread positions; Aquina actually thought her hamstrings might give.

Once the three were thus prepared, various finger foods were then placed and arranged on their naked bodies, with sauce placed into their vaginas (all three being completely shaved) that the elegant women could dip crackers and vegetables into.

Oval rubber frames were then inserted into each bound woman’s mouth, forcing them to remain open. As the party ladies moved around, sampling the snacks, they also enjoyed shoving vegetables into the ‘sluts’ holes and then into their mouths, or simply spitting into their mouths, as the mood struck them.

Aquina’s nipples and pussy lips were being relentlessly pulled and twisted, or slapped. All the sauce that had been placed in her pussy was gone but one woman was now voraciously licking out with a long tongue what little was left.

Eventually the women had their fill and gathered together to one side.

Some sort of draw seemed to be happening.

 (End of Chapter 15)

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A House of Slaves by LongDarkRoad Chapter 14 Hope & Opportunity

A House of Slaves 

Chapter 14

Hope & Opportunity (But In Life There Is Change)

(Buffalo, March 2005)

The most striking aspect of Aquina Morez’s early life, apart from the rape, brutality and poverty, was that she had never gone to school; yet had learned to read, and later to write, very well. Always on the move, Angelina Morez had had no time for what her daughter might need; it was enough that she could keep her clothed and fed.

Aquina had taught herself to read, from newspapers and other things, and it was really quite remarkable.

Even more remarkable was, when she accepted (grudgingly) Sanders’s help to pursue her high school diploma as an adult student, that she also took to math and science with ability and success; and a passion.

It took her eighteen months to finish grades nine through twelve, going to day and evening classes.

In March of 2005, at eighteen years of age, she was close to completion and spending extra time in preparation for exams, etcetera.

One teacher who stood out, helping her with extra tutoring and advice, was…Ms. Smith. Ms. H. Smith, actually (Aquina would learn the ‘H’ stood for Harriet). Aquina had Smith to acknowledge for much in her life, and not all of it was math and science success.

Late one afternoon Aquina was wrapping up some extra work with Ms. Smith; there had been a small group of only four students that day; and she was the last to leave. As she stood, Smith spoke to her, in a way that even then seemed a little odd or out of character.

“You do appreciate my help, don’t you my dear?”

“Absolutely, Ms. Smith. I don’t know how I would have managed…”

“Right. And you know I intend to help you with college applications and all that?”

Aquina had smiled; she had hoped, maybe prayed, that Smith would assist her. “Thank you, Ms. Smith. I would be so grateful…”

“I know my dear, I know. And you can show your gratitude to me, and ensure my help. Starting today, as it were.”

Aquina had stood, unmoving, uncertain of where this conversation was headed. “I’m not sure…”

“Sshushh, my dear. I want you to do two things. One, go and close that door. And two, undo the top button of your jeans.”

Aquina was now frozen in place. It wasn’t that anything sexual was new to her, quite the contrary. She had experienced more sex in her time than most would in a life. It was this situation; this, middle-aged academic lady talking like this to her. What on earth did this mean?

“Now, you don’t have to do that. You can just turn and go. But then we are done; I will be of no help to you. Also, I believe that this, what could happen with…us, with you, serving me…is something you want. (For the first time that she could remember, Aquina had felt a stab, a real jolt of…arousal; pure desire? at the word ‘serve’). Now, close the door and undo your button.”

It was then as if Aquina was again watching a movie. In this one, she saw this girl go and close the door, and then return and unbutton her jeans, then stand and wait. The girl then continued to follow instructions, removing her top, and pulling her zipper down all the way, before pulling her pants down to her ankles.

Ms. Smith had stood and moved very close to the girl. She was almost as tall as her; she removed her large framed glasses and suddenly looked younger, even with the hint of grey at her temples. She reached out and stroked the girl’s arm, and Aquina saw the girl close her eyes and heard a moan escape her lips.  

“Take off that bra, my dear. I want to see those lovely breasts.”

And Aquina knew she was the girl, and she took off her bra and felt a wave of desire sweep over her as Ms. Smith hungrily took Aquina’s breast into her mouth.


Sanders sighed and relaxed back into his chair. Claire Daniels smiled up at him from her position on her knees. (Funny, she thought, if he knew I was just thinking of Aquina). She was getting very proficient with her oral sex, and Sanders thought, with a smile, how nice a ‘welcome back’ this was. “Would you like your coffee now, sir.” Daniels asked, gently zipping up his pants, and tossing the tissues into a garbage can.

“Yes, Doll, That would be just super. Super.”


Why Aquina was remembering Ms. Smith today, right at this moment, she was not sure. It was close to the end of her ninety minute session with Macgregor, and she like Claire was on her knees, but engrossed in her Mistress’s pussy as opposed to serving a cock. Her tongue was active, seeking all the fleshy folds of this opening.

Macgregor had whipped her for over twenty minutes using all her implements, before aggressively fucking her with a good-sized strap-on dildo. The woman especially enjoyed fucking her slaves anally, and had given Aquina a thorough reaming; but also three orgasms, the second one being unbelievable.

And so it was that Aquina now was deliciously content, sucking her mistress in an almost euphoric state, feeling completely comfortable and safe; almost floating; and with visions of Ms. Smith, her first Mistress, flooding back.

“There, that is my sweet slave. Time to stop now, I’m afraid,” Macgregor purred.

“Ummm, oh, mistress, just a little longer. Please.

Mmmmmm. Just a little longer.” Aquina buried her face into the warmth of Macgregor’s crotch.

The doctor lifted Aquina’s face up, “Time to go. I have things to do.”

A wave of sadness, unexpectantly, spread through Aquina, briefly; she sat, looking at the floor.

“Come my slave, you must be off.”

Without hesitation, and no longer considering how easily she had reverted to the role of slave, Aquina looked up, asking anxiously, “Does my mistress…wish to see me, next week?” Her heart was pounding again.

Macgregor came down, kneeling beside Aquina who remained on her knees. She removed the collar and cuffs and then lifted Aquina’s head to her breast. “Suckle, my slave.” Aquina sucked at the breast, images of Ms. Smith’s lips engulfing her own nipples flooded back again. Macgregor then pulled her away. “Does my slave really wish to come back to me?”

Aquina tried to get back to the breast, just inches from her, but Macgregor held her back. “Oh, yes, yes mistress. Please, I want…I need to see you again.” Macgregor studied her for a moment, as if deciding something, then spoke.

“Okay, Whore, here are my conditions. You may return to serve me next Monday again; Mondays suit me. But you must shave this (she then stood, and pressed her boot into Aquina’s crotch), I want your pussy and around your dirty asshole to be completely hairless for my use, and my friends of course, always. Then you must get a tattoo in this area (with her boot tip she indicated an area a few inches above Aquina’s slit), far enough from your dirty hole that I can still use it and punish it. The tattoo should say something that will make me smile.”

She then turned and left; there was apparently another entrance besides the front. Aquina made her way back the way she had come and retrieved her clothes, her mind full of memories and conflicting desires, with both contentment and anxiety battling for recognition.

What was she to do? Why did she need this, so badly?


Ed and Regan Alston made Buffalo in good time. Since he was now only working part time, no one was interested that he had taken Tuesday off ‘for personal reasons’. He had seen enough dope in custody to know how to package his; and he had measured the parcel to the absolute gram. And now he had a buyer, who he was meeting in a sketchy part of town, to sell his two kilos to (Regan was along as ‘shotgun’; both men brought their guns and dressed as unlike police as they could.)

It was two-thirty AM and they saw the lights of a car approaching. Ed held up his gloved hand; it was vibrating like mad, “Look at that,” Ed mused. Regan held up his hand, it was shaking noticeably as well.

Both men laughed like crazy.


At the house, there was the usual activity going on Tuesday morning as everyone got ready for work; when Brandon’s burner phone vibrated. It was another message from Alston that said simply, “Check your mailbox”. It was six-thirty AM, certainly an odd time for a delivery of anything, but Brandon went out and looked.

In the box was an envelope stuffed with hundreds; seven thousand worth, and a note saying: “Sold two Kilos for twenty-four k. Gave my bro three thou for helping me and here’s your cut, one third as discussed. Also sent some green to the captain. Cheers.”

Brandon gave the cash to Aquina, who would be heading to the Cayman Islands soon, with cash to deposit in an offshore financial account.

Both were smiling; this was definitely a nice start to the day.


Aquina was in her office/den, at work, or trying to; visions of her mistress’s pussy kept crowding into her thoughts. She had mulled in her mind again and settled on the fact that nothing explained desire; why she wanted to grovel and serve, why this gave her intense pleasure, was a mystery, but there was no point debating it. The chime of her doorbell interrupted her thoughts.

Glancing at the clock and noting nine-thirty, she confirmed in her mind that she was definitely not expecting anyone; and it was very early for company, on a Tuesday morning. She went downstairs not sure what to expect.

When she opened the door she had a surprise; Shareen Macgregor was standing there, a smile on her very attractive face. Aquina was momentarily conflicted before Macgregor spoke, “It’s okay. You are Aquina and I am Dr. Macgregor, at this moment, no need for anything… special.” As Aquina was still just looking at her, the doctor asked politely, still smiling, “May I come in?”

Aquina came out of her trance and smiled, “Yes, uh, sorry. Please, come in.”

They went to the living room and sat, with Macgregor waving a file at Aquina, “I have the test results back for ‘the girls’.”

Aquina nodded, “Oh, good. No…um, surprises I hope?”

Macgregor shook her red head, “No. Nothing like that. Everything is good. You realize one of your group has, um, given birth?”

Aquina nodded. “Yes, Heather, several years ago. She told me. Oh, and we have another girl that will need testing when you have time.”

“Is she staying at…”

“…that apartment, yes. Her, Mindi and Heather are there together.”

“Give me the address. Would she be there this morning?

I can swing by; I have my kit with me.”

“Oh, that would be so helpful. I will text her; I’m sure she is home (she was, and the doctor made a note).

The two women then studied each other for a moment, before Aquina looked down.

“Where is everyone?” Macgregor asked.

“At work, mostly. I have to go and pick up one of our slaves, Melissa. She is the one with…”

“Mrs. B.”

“Yes, and Anna is the only slave here, and she is in her crate.”

“Like a dog…” Macgregor smiled and Aquina laughed.

“Yes, I always think that, too.”

“So you are alone?”

“Yes,” Aquina spoke, in a soft, almost shy voice; for such an imposing woman.

“Remove your clothes and kneel by me.”

Aquina stripped rapidly and was by the doctor’s feet in a moment. She was then directed to undress the doctor, at least the bottom part, by removing her shoes, pantyhose and panties. Macgregor then spread her legs and pulled Aquina’s face down to her crotch. Aquina went to work quickly, and soon Macgregor was moaning softly, a smile across her face. But instead of an orgasm, she spoke.

“Why didn’t we find each other earlier? Hmmmnn?” She held Aquina’s head in place so she was clearly not wanting an answer. “I think it was timing; and stuff in our lives then. Me and Bernie for example…” Aquina looked up quickly and briefly. “Oh, yes. I’m still married to Bernie. We’ve worked things out. He has his boys and I have my…girls.” Macgregor smiled broadly again and closed her eyes. Aquina’s tongue was working its magic.

It wasn’t until the magic had once again brought the good doctor off the couch with a cry, and then a quiet after-moment, that Macgregor noticed Aquina’s pubic area. Yesterday, the woman had not even debated the issue, but had gone directly to a tat artist after leaving the doctor, and now to the right of her freshly shaved crotch was the word, ‘slave’ in a cursive script.

“Is that for me?” Macgregor smiled, and Aquina felt a warm glow spread through her; and there was nothing to be gained in trying to analyze why, as she nodded and looked down.

“I hope it pleases you, Mistress,” she murmured, emotions welling within her like water in a heated kettle.

Macgregor laughed softly, regarding the woman on her knees. “Crawl to the nearest bathroom, dirty slave, I wish to use you as my toilet.”

Aquina moaned and led the way on her knees down the hall to the main floor bathroom, where Macgregor had her straddle the toilet facing the wall with her ass to the doctor.

“Spread your asshole, slave, wider, I’m going to piss in it.”

Aquina next felt both the warmth of her mistress’s urine entering and running down her body, as well as the incredible rush of arousal at being used like this. When the doctor was finished, Aquina knelt and cleaned her again, before sitting on the toilet and masturbating as Macgregor commanded and then watched, taking some shots with her cell, “to share” with friends.

At the woman’s climax, the doctor chuckled and told her slave to stay seated until she heard the front door close; then the woman was gone, and Aquina sat, in a daze, lost in her submission, and wanting more.

****          ****

Before Macgregor left, Aquina did ask her about speaking to Mrs. ‘Belvedere’ about a possible potential owner for Melissa. Macgregor had placed a call and said there was definite interest and that Aquina should speak with Mrs. B. today when she collected her slave.

Considering all this, Aquina was deep in thought when Maria opened the door to her, and as she followed her down the familiar hallway. Olivia was seated and waiting her arrival and indicated a chair beside her. Aquina forced herself to focus on the woman before her as she spoke.

“Today, we will talk as associates,” she said to Aquina as she settled in her seat. Aquina thought briefly of her last visit, when they were anything but… ‘associates’.

The conversation today was direct and to the point as both women were of that nature. Olivia indicated that she knew of a woman she respected greatly and who she was convinced would definitely have an interest in someone as young, attractive and submissive as Melissa had turned out to be. They talked figures and Aquina agreed to leave Melissa for another day, allowing the discussion to evolve.

Now going home alone, she had a thought and pulled over. She took out her cell and punched in a number. In a moment a familiar voice answered and Aquina spoke.

“Hey, beautiful. I’m thinking about you.”

Claire Daniel’s laugh sounded once again like a young girl, and she was clearly happy. “This is crazy. I was just thinking about you. Right this minute…but then, I’m thinking about you a lot.”

Now it was Aquina’s turn to laugh; she’d sort out her conflicting interests later; she needed Claire and she needed her mistress, for very different reasons. And Melissa? The girl was special, no doubt, but Aquina was content to see her off to a ‘safe home’; in some ways it was necessary.

She smiled at that as well.


Ed Alston had also been thinking, as he stuffed some

stacks of money into a space in his wall, accessed by moving two bricks. Since one of the drug shipments was going to New York City, obviously this particular load of coke and heroin would be on the streets there; so, if he could get some of his stash to New York, that would be a way to start moving things.

And he had connections in New York City; but who could he truly trust?


(Buffalo, April 2005)

Harriet Smith climbed out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her hair. She towelled her firm, slim body briefly, then draped a fresh towel over her shoulders and went out into the cozy space that served as both living and dining room in her modest two-storey. She lit one of her long, thin cigars (a bad habit she had picked up travelling through Europe) before pouring a glass of wine and heading over to the couch.

She glanced over at the girl tied naked in the corner. She had probably left her there long enough; let’s see how responsive she is, Harriet thought to herself.

Aquina was on her side, ankles and knees tied together, her hands bound tightly in front. The collar around her neck was attached to the railing by the stairs leading up to Harriet Smith’s bedroom. Aquina had a pair of Smith’s recently-worn underwear in her mouth and cords tied around her breasts.

“MMmmm, these are lovely,” Smith spoke to the girl as she untied and fondled each breast, one at a time. “Let’s see what you have to say for yourself.” Smith pulled the panties from Aquina’s mouth and asked a question, “What do you wish to say to me, my lovely pussy girl?”

Aquina moistened her lips and adjusted her tired jaws, “Please, my mistress, let me serve you.”

“Do you need any more punishment?”

“Thank you mistress for your thoughtfulness. I do not

need any punishment but I would like my mistress to whip me some more, for her pleasure,” Aquina said, in a low, soft voice, heart pounding.

Smith smiled. “Uhmmmn, that is very nice. Yes, I do enjoy punishing that ass of yours. What did I use last?”

“Your cane, mistress.”

“Yes, yes of course. I think it is time for the wooden paddle. Then I think we will have you on your knees.” As Smith was saying this, she was positioning Aquina over a footstool. She then went to find that paddle.


Aquina was again on her way to Mrs. B.; talks had progressed since yesterday and the buyer was evidently flying in today.

For this trip, Aquina had decided to try something, since it was just the two of them at the house. She had dressed Anna and brought her along. For Anna, it was only the second time she had been out in public in over two years (technically third, as she had been out when they brought her to the slave house, but she had been hidden in the back of Jake’s car, so that didn’t really count). But this time she was allowed to sit up front and look outside.

As a precaution though, Aquina had fastened cuffs around Anna’s ankles; she really didn’t think the submissive woman would try to get away; she was more concerned that she’d freak out and do something impulsive.

When they parked near ‘Belvedere’s’ imposing house, Aquina told the woman she was going to go inside and Anna needed to just sit quietly and enjoy the view.

“Yes, Mistress,” Anna replied, a large grin on her face. “This is wonderful. Thank you, thank you.” And she bent over and kissed Aquina’s hands. 


Seated once again in the elegant room Mrs. B. preferred for guests, Aquina was more nervous than she had anticipated. Was she really prepared to sell Melissa to a stranger? Belvedere had gone to meet her guest, and the two women now returned together.  Belvedere’s guest was a very tall and striking silver-haired woman, likely early fifties.

“Aquina, may I introduce my dear friend, Cynthia Scheffley.”

Aquina did not look up to many women, especially when she was wearing heels, but she did need to raise her gaze slightly to Cynthia Scheffley. The name, Scheffley, definitely rang a bell, but for the moment she couldn’t place the connection.

Cynthia’s gaze took in Aquina quickly and expertly; she always had an eye for attractive young women. Her and her husband, Donald, were wealthy and connected and sex, all aspects of it, were their, pun intended, passion.

The conversation was cordial and direct. The price and consideration was agreed to without a lot of negotiation. Aquina then asked to speak with Melissa privately for a moment. The two older women departed and Maria then brought in Melissa, wearing a light summer dress and obviously nothing else.

Aquina stood and the two women embraced; it had been such a short time yet they felt like long-time friends.

“Wh-what’s happening, Mistress. Um, Aquina?”

Aquina sat on her chair and Melissa knelt beside her, apprehension in her eyes, listening. “I am doing something that I believe will keep you safe,” Aquina began, “to keep you away from Jake, anyway. He is erratic and none of us know what he is planning; I cannot keep him away from you for certain while you are here.” She paused to stroke Melissa’s face.

“I am…letting someone…have you. You are justified to feel all this is unfair; but it is what it is. Jake has kidnapped you. The boys see you as an asset. I cannot let you just walk away; I know Jake would not just sit back and do nothing.” There were tears in Melissa’s eyes, but she nodded her head; what Aquina was saying was true.

Aquina continued. “So I am letting someone far more powerful, wealthy and connected than me have you. She is a fair woman. She is asking for six months of service to her, just what you have been doing with Belvedere and the others, and then…you will be free. Completely. She will help you to relocate if you wish. There are no strings. I can do nothing more. And, with you away, I will be able to work on freeing Anna, instead of worrying about Jake using each of you to control the other.”

Melissa nodded her head again, and then put her arms around Aquina. She spoke just above a whisper. “I have no anger for you, believe me. In a crazy way you have already freed me, from my…past, from…myself. You have shown me things about myself that I would not have seen. I will not forget you. Mistress.” The last word was whispered.

Aquina loosened the arms and looked at Melissa. “Hey, in six months we can meet for coffee or something, my treat.” They kissed, warmly and deeply.

Aquina noticed movement peripherally and gently broke off the kiss, saying softly, “Go now with your new mistress. Serve her well and earn your reward. I will see you again.”

Scheffley, an imposing woman, was then by their side. She gently but authoritatively raised Melissa to her feet, saying. “We have a plane to catch my child. A new life awaits you, one I believe you will appreciate.”

On her way out, she and Belvedere shared a full mouth on mouth kiss, Belvedere on her toes. After they had left by a side door and climbed into a waiting cab, Aquina thanked Mrs. B. and took the envelope she offered, remarking, “I’m thinking Melissa is going to cause quite the stir at the airport dressed as she is.”

“Oh,” Belvedere said, smiling, “They have their own jet. Airport departure lounges are not part of  their…life style.”

“I’m trying to place the name Scheffley. They are quite wealthy, I’m thinking.”

Belvedere continued to smile, “We are quite wealthy, my dear, my family that is; but Donald Scheffley could buy and sell us without calling his banker. Now, do come back. I believe your mistress will tell you that you owe me a…little, for my part in this.” Her smile was broader.

“I will come back when you wish, Mrs. Belvedere. I am indebted to you, anyway.” Aquina returned the smile and then left. In the car, Anna was still sitting quietly; her face brightened when she saw Aquina, who was quickly adding up the cash in her hand; eleven thousand, five hundred dollars.

It might not always be a wonderful world, but it was a crazy one, she considered, climbing into her car.

(End of Chapter 14)

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A House of Slaves by LongDarkRoad Chapter 13 Past, Present, Future

A House of Slaves 

Chapter 13 Past, Present, Future

(Desperately wanting to get out)

Kevin and Brandon looked over at Eric. He had been the lookout so wasn’t even part of the actual hold-up, yet there he was retching his guts out by the side of the road.

“Make sure he buries all that,” Brandon yelled at Kevin.

All the drugs (mostly parcels of cocaine and heroin, as expected) had been transferred to their truck. By inspecting the parcels they had found three tracking devices and tossed them into the back of the transport, where the two drivers lay trussed up.

The men would eventually be able to wiggle free, but it would take an hour or two, and by then the boys would be long gone.

It was agreed that Alston and his brother would take the dope and stash it. Everyone had seen how much was there so there was no debate.

The five-ton now turned and headed back down the highway, and the boys followed in two separate cars. Part way along, Eric had to get out and throw up again. No one harassed him; they were all still highly agitated, even though things had gone letter perfect to now.

Brandon texted Aquina with a simple, “A-Ok. See u soon.” And they drove at a safe and non-attention- seeking speed back to the city.

That evening was almost as stressful as the day; waiting. Waiting. Waiting for a phone call or a knock on the door from someone who had found out. Cops. The guys they had hit. But nothing.

Still, the boys, even Jake, all agreed it was way too early to do any celebrating. They needed to play it very cool and just lay low. It would be a while, maybe months, before Alston could start moving the dope without drawing attention.

For now, the haul was like dinner in the oven; it would need time.


Aquina was sitting at ‘Mullens’, a trendy bar for under thirty-somethings, feeling just a tiny bit old, as she observed the people around her. Oh well, Claire had picked this place and she was, well, younger, by four or five years.

Claire arrived then and as Aquina was known to do, caused some heads to swivel as she crossed the floor in her tight, purple dress.

Greeting Aquina warmly they hugged, each kissing the other on the cheek. “You look lovely,” Aquina said, sitting down.

Claire smiled and blushed, before adding, “You look gorgeous too. You notice how many people are looking at you?”

“Us, my sweet. Us. You are getting some attention with that dress.” Aquina smiled, “And I can tell you accepted my condition. Your nipples are trying to break out.” Claire laughed, covering her mouth with her hand, before Aquina added, “But lift up your dress so I can see if you followed all my directions.”

Claire shyly but with a smile and feeling arousal, raised her hem, and Aquina could clearly see the soft, blonde coating of pubic hair covering her mound. Aquina licked her lips, “Hmmm, that is making me hungry.”

Claire laughed again, saying, “Stop it. You’re making me crazy. Let’s order before we totally lose it,” while secretly wanting this beautiful, exotic woman to give her some more ‘directions’, right here in the restaurant.

At this point a server appeared bringing menus,  filling glasses and taking drink orders. Both women ordered a glass of house white and then studied the menu.

A few moments later the server, ‘Bobbi’, returned. She was cute, possibly eighteen or nineteen, petit (five- three) with short, obviously died black, (black) hair,  a nose ring and a tattoo peeking out from the cuff of her shirt.

After a couple of menu comments, Aquina spoke, “Claire, lift your dress and show Bobbi your underwear; see what she thinks.”

Claire looked startled but was obviously excited; Bobbi looked amused and a little puzzled, but then Claire lifted her dress, showing Bobbi her naked sex. Bobbi stared with obvious interest, before Aquina added, “That could be your tip if we are happy with the service.”

“Absolutely,” Bobbi enthused, smiling broadly from one lovely woman to the other, as Claire lowered her dress.

“You are crazy!” Claire whispered fiercely across the table at Aquina, who simply laughed. She could tell by the broad smile on Claire’s face that this action was definitely okay; possibly more than okay, which was interesting.

Their lunch proved very enjoyable. The two women found much to talk about. Aquina was quite interested to learn that Claire had been a very promising tennis player in her late teens, before a serious thigh injury ended that. Claire for her part listened with rapt attention to some of Aquina’s stories about her street life.

Bobbi had hovered nearby and was intensely attentive until at last she brought the bill. The restaurant was quite quiet now, approaching two-thirty, and they were seated to one side. Aquina, considering her lovely blonde companion, directed Bobbi to kneel in front of her. Claire looked at her lunch partner with some alarm but also, again, arousal.

Aquina smiled and nodded her head, saying, “Just stay with me, girl.” Aquina then had Claire lift her dress up and lean back a little, saying “Ok, Bobbi, have a taste.”

Bobbi stared for only a moment before bending forward and burying her round face between Claire’s legs.

Aquina allowed this for almost a minute, before she pulled a very reluctant Bobbi back from her sucking and asked, “What time are you off, sweets?”

Bobbi blinked a couple of times, getting herself settled, “Uhm, nine. I’m off at nine, uh, ma’am.”

“Don’t call me ma’am,” Aquina said. “I’ll be waiting out front for you later. Okay, here you go.” And she handed Bobbi the bill and her credit card. Bobbi stared for a moment, until Aquina said, “Get going, Bobbi. We need to be off.”

“Oh,” Bobbi blurted, looking back from Claire to Aquina and then Claire again. “Right. Be back in a sec.”

Aquina then said softly, “You may lower your dress, my good girl.”

As they were leaving, Claire slipped her arm through Aquina’s, “I can see life with you is never dull.” She whispered into one ear. Aquina laughed, thinking of the slave girls and the drug heist.

“You don’t know the half of it, sweets,” she murmured, wondering just what she had with this beautiful blonde bombshell.

They walked a few paces before Claire spoke again. “Oh, I just remembered. Sanders left a briefcase for you at the office.”

****      ****

Aquina sat in a chair near Claire’s bed. They had brought Bobbi back here as Aquina did not want to deal with the boys or the slaves or any of that. She had already tired of slave-management and was working on a plan to deal with that. Part of that included Bobbi, who was now lying naked on Claire’s bed, with Claire stretched out beside her, gently kissing her face and breasts; toying with the silver bars that pierced her nipples.

It was eleven-thirty; they had, in pairs and all together, been making love for over two hours and were mellow and satisfied.

Aquina had quickly sized up Bobbi as a potential third party girl for the house, and nothing that had happened had changed her mind. She now climbed up on the bed to lie against Bobbi’s other side. The young woman turned and kissed her, sucking Aquina’s tired tongue into her mouth briefly, before saying quietly, with her eyes closed, “I could die right now. Just die. Let a fucking meteorite hit the earth, right mother-fucking now; I’m ready.”

Claire and Aquina both laughed and kissed their new, petite, youthful, willing, tattooed and pierced toy.


Saturday morning, eight-thirty; Aquina had called all the boys together. Kate and Anna had prepared and served breakfast to those who wanted it, and then Anna went to join Adam ‘in his room’ (we need to start charging that guy rent (Eric); wait until you see the cash he brought in (Aquina), while Kate was placed back in her crate. Melissa of course was still with Mrs. B.

The lads were still subdued following their event; not a lot of joking had been heard the last day or so; in fact, everyone had pretty much kept to themselves. Jake, who had shown up, was looking his usual annoyed self, but Aquina did not bother with that.

When the four of them were seated and waiting, she left. When she returned in a few seconds she carried a box, which was placed on the floor. She then hauled out three cloth bags from it and dumped some of the contents on the large coffee table; stacks of cash.

“Holy Fuck…”


“Wow, how much we lookin’, at A.?”

Jake just grunted.

“Okay boys, I worked out something with Sanders. The

three of you, Brandon and I have a separate deal, put in eighty grand in total and Sanders has paid you off at three hundred. Minus my twelve percent, you are looking at eighty-eight large, each.”

The boys just stared. Even Jake.

Discussion ensued for a bit until Jake announced that he was good and he would take his share and leave.

“Lookit’,” he said, standing and holding the box. “I haven’t always seen eye to eye with you Aquina; and I’m still not happy about my bitch sister-in-law; but this is good work. I know all about a low profile with cash. I’m not going to do anything stupid or fuck things with you guys. But I am going to do my own thing. No worries. Thanks. I mean that.”

And then he left, with what was the closest thing to a smile Aquina had seen on his round, glum face.

The discussion then turned to what to do with this cash, which Aquina pointed out, had resulted from: first, Adam locating Sanders McHugh’s daughter, which then led to the deal which now showed stacks of cash.

Everyone agreed that they would ease up on Adam and his staying there; his services were not just inexpensive, they actually brought in cash.

As for the present and the dough, Eric and Kevin eventually took five thousand each and agreed that Aquina would find them a real estate deal with the rest, keeping the money away from the eyes of the I.R.S. and into more future investments. Kevin also added he wanted to put another room in downstairs in the empty space beside the furnace, for him to use.

The burner phone Alston had given Brandon now lit up. It was a text message from him saying the dope was all stashed securely and that he had been monitoring informant and wiretap chatter and nothing was being said about the heist. Certainly the syndicate who owned the dope would have begun their own investigation, but for now all was silent on the street.

The boys all nodded, but became quiet once again. No one said it but they all thought it; if a trail ever led back to Alston, then they were all in danger.

Aquina decided this was a good time to bring up another topic: the slave girls, but she began it by mentioning Bobbi, who Aquina would be going to retrieve from Claire in a little while. Aquina had spoken with Bobbi, (real name Roberta; but, only my mom calls me that) as Claire listened; Aquina had let out little bits of info about the ‘slave House’ or ‘Man-cave’ (as she preferred) before, but some of the revelations were new to Claire’s ears.

Bobbi was down with it all; she desperately wanted to get out of the tiny apartment she shared with her mother. She was not getting a lot of shifts from ‘Mullens’ and could use some extra cash. She was okay with being fondled by older guys…if she could continue to see Claire and Aquina.

It was all good, and Aquina would move her into the apartment with Mindi and Heather today.


(Miami, 1997)

It was Aquina Morez’s twelfth birthday, and in celebration her mother had forced her first act of oral sex on her, servicing her latest boyfriend. With hints of ‘more to come’ to help with the finances, Aquina took what she could carry and left.

She managed on the streets for almost a month until one night she was hanging out in Brickell Park when a woman approached her. Aquina was quick with possible dangerous situations and ran, right into the waiting fist of Jade Dawkins. It was his girlfriend Sharize who had spooked Aquina.

They took the girl to their place a few blocks away, but still near the water, and for the next ten days Dawkins raped and beat her daily. Between the rapes and the beatings, Sharize would comfort her, look after her cuts and bruises and counsel her.

She also began to show Aquina some tools of the sex trade. Sharize’s pussy was the first that Aquina tasted, and she came to know it well.

Things then carried on for almost two years, with Dawkins pimping Aquina out to both male and female clients, until Sharize died of either bad drugs or an overdose. Things went downhill for Dawkins after that and his drinking became excessive; and he took his anger out on Aquina.

That is, until the day she plunged the steak knife into his chest.


Aquina knocked on the apartment door and then took out her key, but the door was opened first by Mindi. As Aquina and Bobbi entered, Heather came out of one of the bedrooms to greet them.

Bobbi was introduced and a discussion quickly followed regarding the sleeping arrangements. The two bedroom apartment had a double bed in each room, so both Heather and Mindi had their own bed if they chose, which often they did, but they had also slept together. It was decided that each day the three would pick numbers and two would share and one would be solo.

To speed up the acquainting process, Aquina had Bobbi strip and stand before the other two. For a girl who had only recently turned nineteen, Bobbi had many tattoos and piercings, and all the women were interested, but even with the artwork the girl appeared young.

Her smallish breasts, B-cup at best, had the silver bars through nipples that were surrounded by huge areolas. As well as the nose-ring, Bobbi had several rings on each ear, but most noticeable (or interesting) were the two gold rings on her outer labia, one each side. Bobbi had done the full Brazilian; she had no hair what-so-ever from her navel down.

Along with the labia rings, she also had two belly-button studs and a vertical silver bar through her clit. As Bobbi explained it, her best friend’s step-dad had a tat parlor, and he had agreed to do work on them in exchange for sex from them both.

“A class act,” Heather murmured.

As well as the piercings, Bobbi also had a cat’s face tattoo just above her pubic mound and a butterfly on her back, its tail ending just at her butt crack; and an intricate jungle-themed tat sleeve (that Bobbi said took over a month of work and had her agree to anal sex, with both the step-dad and a buddy, in order to complete) on one arm.

It certainly made her ‘older’ for the men, but she was so youthful in appearance otherwise and the piercings and tats were kind of exotic that Aquina thought it would be enticing, somewhat.

Heather and Mindi took Bobbi into one bedroom to examine her more closely. Aquina took that opportunity to make her exit.


That night Aquina had Bobbi, together with Heather and Mindi, make her appearance. It was only the boys (minus Jake; what the hell he did with himself no one knew.) and Adam (their resident lawyer) with of course Kate and Anna. Bobbi was a hit, with both Eric and Kevin giving her lots of attention.

Everyone ending up staying, so for the first time all the bedrooms were filled. Before everyone crashed, Aquina told the boys that she was going to see about a buyer for Melissa, and she would deal with any fall-out from Jake.

“The point,” Aquina said, “was that they were moving into bigger deals, and having to deal with these women, held against their will, would be more and more of a problem.” Aquina declared that she did not want to spend the time that she was spending in looking after them; it was counter-productive and unnecessary, as they could get party girls; as she had.

And it did not improve their financial situation. And, most importantly, the slave girls were a liability, a giant problem in the making. Kidnapping was a life sentence crime, as the officers knew.

So, this would not be Jake’s call. While Aquina did not just come out and say ‘Jake could go fuck himself’, that was the essence of her message. No one offered any opposition. What really could they say?

“And we need to deal with Kate.” She paused. “I should have pushed back harder on that, right from the start, but that’s on me, but we can’t continue with her like this.”

The little group sat silently; all of them, even Brandon, had thought the same thing, at one point or another. Being male, they had enjoyed the free sex, but they knew in the backs of their minds how reckless it was. Both Kevin and Eric had even admitted to each other that they were struggling with conflict whenever they looked at the woman, now that the novelty had worn off.    


Aquina sat in her car in the parking area beside some warehouses that were going through a rebirth. Several had been converted already to condos and offices. The one she was parked beside, the address that Macgregor had directed her to, had seen substantial change.

She looked at her watch; one-fifty; she was early, but had still needed to fight the impulse to go in. She wanted to be inside; she fought her anxiety, but it was no use. She forced herself to slow her breathing, to close her eyes and wait. Checking her watch again, it was one fifty-four. She would wait two more minutes….

Shareen Macgregor was dressed today in her ‘Mistress outfit’: black leather dress, black stockings, thigh-high black leather boots. Her dress had zippers on the top that allowed her to display her breasts, which she was now doing. They were held in place by a leather harness and jutted out white and enticing, pink nipples erect.

This section of the building had been converted by Macgregor and ‘friends’ to function as a dungeon for slave work or parties. There was a stage, a wet bar and numerous hooks and stands for attaching slaves to in a variety of positions, for punishment or display. As Aquina entered the room Macgregor was in, she saw painted on the floor a simple command: all slaves naked from this point.

She undressed quickly leaving her clothes in a pile and resisting the urge to grasp and stroke her sex: once entered, she knew she was to do only as directed.

“Come, Slave.” Macgregor called from the stage.

Aquina hurried to her, kneeling before her with eyes down.

“On all fours, slave-slut.” Macgregor came down from the small stage to walk around Aquina who was on hands and knees as directed. “Today I am Mistress Shareen.” She stood beside Aquina, whose breath was coming rapidly through her flared nostrils. Macgregor began running her new black cane gently down Aquina’s side and back. “Spread your legs farther, slave. Good. Now, are you a filthy slut?”

“I…I am a filthy slut, Mistress Shareen.”

“Do you belong on your knees?”

“I belong on my knees, before my Mistress.”

“Do you need punishment, pathetic, boot-licking slave?”

For the first time that afternoon, Aquina choked a little in reply, “Ye-yes, my sweet Mistress. I need punishment.”

“Beg, pussy-loving whore. Be specific.”

“Ummmm, please, dear mistress, please whip your slave’s ass. Please whip my breasts and punish them…as you d-decide. Pl-please whip my…cunt.” 

Macgregor smiled; this was as good as she had hoped for. “Ahhh, very good. You please me. You are a cunt-licking whore, but we knew that. Now, be on your knees, with your hands behind your head.” Aquina assumed this stance and Macgregor, wearing black, silk gloves,  reached around from behind and gripped Aquina’s breasts, yanking on them before slapping them, and pulling the nipples savagely.

She repeated this action a number of times before putting her index fingers in Aquina’s mouth, pulling it wide open, and then leaning forward and allowing a glob of spit to fall from her lips onto Aquina’s tongue. The next glob landed on Aquina’s cheek, and the doctor massaged it into her face, before plugging Aquina’s nose and covering her mouth, establishing that as mistress she even had control over whether her slave could breathe or not.

After releasing her grip, Macgregor walked away a few steps and returned with a collar; wide, black leather decorated with several metal spikes. On it was the single word, ‘Slave’. Macgregor fastened this roughly around her slave’s neck, jerking her head back and forth. She then attached two cuffs around her slave’s wrists and linked them to the collar. Lifting Aquina by her hair she pulled her over to the corner where a toilet sat open, no walls or enclosure providing any privacy.

Roughly forcing her slave to her knees, Macgregor lifted her leather dress revealing she wore no panties. She then squatted and urinated into the toilet, keeping Aquina’s head close by the bowl. When she finished she stood and pulled Aquina’s face to her crotch.

“Clean me filthy slut, that’s all you’re good for, really,” was the instruction, which Aquina responded to quickly, running her tongue up and down Macgregor’s slit, sucking on the lips and tasting and cleaning off the remaining drops of urine.

“What does my slave say?” Macgregor demanded.

Aquina gently kissed the tight, pink lips a couple more times. “Thank you Mistress, for you thoughtfulness.”

“I am indeed kind, to allow a worthless street whore like you between my legs. Come here, on your feet.”

Aquina was then hauled over to a hook hanging from the rafters. The cuffs were released from her collar and attached to the hook, with Aquina, even at five-nine, needing now to stand on her tiptoes, swaying as she did.

Macgregor then retrieved several punishment devices from a near-by locker; paddles, canes, floggers and a small hand whip.

“Now, whore (Slap!). Slut (Slap!). Cunt(Slap!). I will give you the punishment you deserve, and then you will show your appreciation.” The next strike was from the leather paddle, and landed with a satisfying ‘whommp!’ on Aquina’s lovely ass.

Macgregor smiled; this was going to be very satisfying, and she had waited a long time for it.


Ed Alston was not going to let on to Dzyuba, or his men, but he was pretty much scared shitless through the whole drug high-jack; but he was desperate; which was why he needed to bring in his older brother Regan for support. His brother had been a detective for twenty-nine years, retiring just last year.

Alston had feared that Regan would try to talk him out of the very dangerous and reckless venture, but his brother had been surprisingly supportive. He recognized the financial bind that many of his friends were in; a big score would take care of all that, dangers aside.

Alston was relieved that the young men who helped him were not pushing right away for money. It was very important to play things out carefully. Certain dope had certain traits; who knew about this particular shipment? There was no way he wanted to give the ‘drug guys’ any hints as to his existence.

Now, an opportunity to move a little of the product had popped up. He was to be part of a sting and they would need to borrow two kilos of coke for the deal. At his station, Alston had worked his way into the role of ‘drug mule’ of sorts; he would sign out the dope for stings, and he would return it.

The only thing being that the dope he signed out this time would be police issue and the dope he returned would be from the high-jack. The only question to Alston was, if his nerve would hold.

(End of Chapter 13)

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A House of Slaves by LongDarkRoad Chapter 12 Now Or Never

A House of Slaves 

Chapter 12 Now or Never (Will you come to me)

Monday mornings were usually hectic anyway, but today with the doctor coming and getting all the girls together it was even more so. Sunday was a bit of a blur; after getting Melissa (and her plump envelope of four grand!!) Aquina was informed by Brandon that the truck heist would be this coming Thursday. Things were moving very quickly, and Sanders had also called to say he would have some cash for them.

This was all running through her mind as Aquina picked up Heather and Mindi and headed back to the house. Anna of course was already here and Kevin would be bringing Kate back.

As well as the kissing and fondling, the two had talked during the night. Kate was unhappy with Anna being punished, and said she didn’t know how much longer she could deal with Dzyuba.

“He makes me physically sick,” she’d sighed; she really didn’t know how much longer she could go on. But their time together seemed to lift her spirits, a little. Aquina had again reinforced to the woman that she was working on ‘things’.

“Please give me time, Kate, as I’ve asked, please; Brandon has already warned me that he’ll take you to that place he showed you, if you cause any problems.” Aquina wasn’t certain if he really would; it would be a serious step and not one she would go along with, but it did act as a warning.

Kate had sighed and nestled into the warmth of her mistress-partner and the pleasure of being in a bed. Despite everything, she did trust Aquina, and when the woman had held her and gently kissed her, Kate had responded, like someone in deep water grabs a rope.

And in spite of how preoccupied she was, occasionally Aquina would feel a little jolt of anxiety when she remembered her deal with Macgregor. Was it apprehension or excitement? Aquina wasn’t sure. She knew her own sexuality was…flexible, especially with the whole dominance and submission thing. Aquina was a very confident ‘dom’ when needed; but she was very conscious of her other, more hidden, side.


Doctor Macgregor was professional and efficient. She had all her samples in the case and it was only a quarter to eleven. Kevin left with Kate, and since they had an unmarked car for their patrol today, he was okay with taking Mindi and Heather and dropping them off downtown, with Mindi throwing Kevin a smile as she closed the back door.

“What was that about?” Heather asked as they started down the street.

“What?” Mindi replied. “I can’t like somebody without there being big questions?”

“Oh, girl, you watch yourself. You start feeling something and things change.”

“Hey, don’t worry ‘bout me, I’m good.”

And they both laughed.


Aquina meanwhile was taking Melissa and Anna downstairs and placing them in their crates. When she came back up to the kitchen, Macgregor was putting her container in the refrigerator. She turned to look at Aquina, who indicated the stairs and headed toward them, the good doctor following, carrying an ominous looking black bag.

Just outside of Aquina’s room. Macgregor gripped Aquina by the elbow. “When we enter, the hour begins, and you are my slave, doing all I ask. Are we agreed?”

“Yes, mmm, Mistress,” Aquina murmured, memories soaring through her mind and her heart beating more rapidly than she expected.



Aquina Morez had begun her first period. Her mother greeted this event with a slap across Aquina’s face that sent her stumbling across the tiny bedroom they shared.

“Now I’m gonna have to buy rags for you, too. Fuckin’ God-damn Christ. You’re gonna start earning some bread you useless…”

The tirade was interrupted by a loud banging on the door. Angelina Morez, with most of a bottle of wine in her already and it wasn’t even noon, staggered to answer it. Aquina listened silently from the closet, watching through the crack between the door and the wall. It was the landlord; money, as always, was due; Morez, as usual, had none. 

Aquina watched in amazement as her mother wrestled her clothes off and got to her knees, taking the, what seemed huge, landlord’s cock in her mouth (gross!).

After a few minutes of this, the landlord changed plans and spun Morez around, putting her on her knees and ramming his cock into her from behind, a handful of her dark hair in one of his fists.

Aquina sat silently watching, for the first time, a woman, on her knees, sexually serving someone. In this case it was a man, but that wasn’t the point for Aquina; it was the look on her mother’s face.  


When they entered, Macgregor crossed the neat, sparsely furnished room, to sit on a small armchair. She stared at Aquina, who returned the stare for a moment before looking down.

“That’s a good girl my beauty, remember your place and avoid…discipline. For our hour today you will call me, ‘Mistress’ and you are simply, ‘Slave’ or ‘Slut’ or whatever degrading name suits you. Any direction I give you, unless you are gagged, must immediately be responded to by, ‘Yes, Mistress’. Are we clear?”

Aquina’s husky voice was barely above a whisper, “Yes… Mistress.”

“Good. Strip off everything except your panties. When you get to them, turn and face away from me.”

Aquina swallowed. “Yes, Mistress.”

She removed her clothes quickly and efficiently, placing them on her bed. When she was down to her black, lace thong she turned as directed. She could barely control her hand that desperately wanted to plunge its fingers between her now swollen pussy lips; Melissa had provoked a strong arousal, but this was different, like scotch is different from bourbon. This was more…primitive to Aquina, more basic.

“Very nice, that’s my good little slut. I know you like being a good slave and pleasing me. Don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Aquina murmured, feeling the old desire as the heat rose within her; the dominant role slipping away, the submissive rising, no conflict at all. It was true, she wanted to please this woman.

“Say it, pathetic Slut,” Macgregor demanded, her own arousal rising. She had long wanted this woman.

“I want to…please my Mistress. Oh, ummmnn,” Aquina raked her nails up and down her thighs to stay focused. 

Macgregor smiled a knowing smile; she had known this of Aquina almost from the start; but there had always been something to block them from hooking up; but she had filed away the knowledge. And now here they were again.

“Okay Whore, there is no need to pretend with me. I know what you are, and it’s not this fancy Madame shit you’ve got goin’ on. You are a disgusting, dirty, fuck slut who belongs on her knees and you know it.”

Aquina heard the throaty chuckle and wanted nothing more than to be that, on her knees; she had always wanted to serve Macgregor, had even fantasized about it; things hadn’t worked out. She struggled to stay on her feet and await her commands.

“Now my sweet bitch, slowly strip that thong off, and then place it between your nasty pussy lips and hump yourself with it for my amusement. Go.”

Breathing hard, Aquina slowly peeled the tiny garment down her legs, bending forward so Macgregor got a good view of her ass. She then turned sideways and held the panties between her legs and began to move her hips in a thrusting motion, meanwhile slowly pulling the thong into herself. She noticed Macgregor’s hand had moved under her skirt and between her thighs.

“Good girl. That pleases me, Bitch, even though you repulse me,” the woman crooned. “Now, on your knees, put your dirty panties in your mouth and crawl to your Mistress.”

Aquina did this, stopping at Macgregor’s feet, and looking down submissively. Macgregor took the panties from Aquina’s mouth, “You do disgust me,” she said quietly, “but my shoes need cleaning, Slave. Ask.”

Aquina tried to speak but her throat would not respond, which Macgregor found amusing. Gripping Aquina’s thick hair, Macgregor tilted the lovely face up and then leaned forward and spit on her, then scooped the saliva off with a finger, “Open.”

Aquina opened her mouth and Macgregor placed the goo on the waiting tongue, smiling, then placed the submissive face by her shoe.

Aquina began licking the black leather with long, sensuous strokes. Although this was a game she knew inside out, slave and master, Aquina could not deny what this was doing to her. What it had always done to her, although it had needed a certain kind of woman. Macgregor was right, that she knew what Aquina was. A low moan escaped her lips now as she submitted herself to just that kind of dominating woman, cleaning her shoes with devotion.

The doctor removed her shoes and pantyhose, and Aquina then licked and kissed her bare feet, wanting even more desperately to shove her fingers into her throbbing pussy; but she had not been given permission, so she continued to worship Macgregor’s feet. The doctor gently stroked the curls on Aquina’s head and then leaned forward to softly kiss her face, before whispering in her ear.

“Let’s see if our slut-slave is wet, shall we.” With this, she ran a hand down Aquina’s back and then over her round buttocks, before coming to rest on her pussy lips, where she slipped one finger easily into the opening.

“Oh, my, my; what’s this? My slave is nice and …dripping down there; here, taste.” At this point Macgregor placed the finger that had just been inside the pussy into Aquina’s mouth. Her own musky scent aroused her, and Aquina licked the finger aggressively, her hips moving gently. Macgregor now pushed Aquina’s head down to the carpet, leaving her ass high. “Slave knows this is where she belongs?”

“Ye-yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress,” Aquina murmured, heart pounding.

“And you realize how pathetic you are, don’t you?”

Aquina cried out softly, the words stinging deliciously, like a whip. Macgregor then slapped one ass cheek smartly, then the other, and then four more times each side in quick succession, before grasping Aquina’s buttocks in both hands and spreading them as wide as possible, and then pushing a moistened finger tentatively into Aquina’s puckered and dark brown asshole, causing her to jump.

“Oh, this doesn’t get used much these days, does it slave; that will change today.” And she slapped Aquina’s ass several more times to emphasize her point.

Slipping off her chair, Macgregor pulled Aquina’s hands around behind her back and bound her wrists with handcuffs from her black bag, which she had opened beside her captive. She then began pulling things from it. Aquina recognized everything, even when only catching a quick glance. 

“I’ve brought lots of toys for my slut-slave,” Macgregor noted, “especially this, for your ass.” She held up a short but thick, black dildo.

****      ****

Macgregor was now lying on her side, Aquina’s face wedged between her thighs. A quick glance at her watch told her she had twelve minutes left in her hour, and she was a punctual person. Having expertly brought Aquina to the edge of orgasm four times, she had now tasked her beautiful slave with satisfying her mistress first; and then the doctor would grant her captive’s desire and allow her to climax.

Aquina was using all her skill and experience as she licked and sucked on Macgregor’s pussy with its tight labia, and little nub of a clitoris. Macgregor’s breathing and hip movements told her the woman was close. Aquina now bit down, gently, on the clit bud before sucking the pussy lips into her mouth. The doctor let out a satisfying cry and held Aquina’s face as she ground out her orgasm, before collapsing on the pillow, and lying still, chuckling softly.

After a few moments and aware of the time, and wanting to bring her slave release, Macgregor got to work rubbing and working Aquina’s generous folds, fleshy labia and hooded clit. As Aquina began to approach her peak, the doctor asked. “Does my slave wish to cum?”

Aquina, despite her need, still had to smile, thinking how often she herself had demanded that. “Oh, yes Mistress, please…please…aaawwwh. Oh, oh…MMMmmmmnnn.”

Macgregor whispered into Aquina’s ear. “I want my slave to come to me, next week. Will you obey?”

“Aaaa, oh please Mistress. Oh, God please let me cum….”

The voice was soft and seductive, sliding into Aquina’s mind like a warm knife through butter. “Will you come to me?”

Aquina wanted this release desperately; and, she knew, with no explanation available, that she wanted to return to this woman. She had long ago stopped analyzing any desire; what was the point? She had sucked cocks and licked pussies with her mind miles away, on whatever; but she had also experienced desire. A gnawing hunger that could not be ignored, or explained. It was there and would not be denied.

Aquina was a seductive and dominating woman, yet being on her knees before Macgregor thrilled her, aroused her, drove her on. She wanted it. She wanted it.

“Aaaahhhh, oh, please…yes. Yes, Mistress I will come to you.”

The fingers in her pussy sawed back and forth relentlessly, the thumb on her clit was insistent, the voice was compelling, “You will serve me?”

“Uh, ummm, uh, oh, oh. Aaaaah. Yes. Yes. Yes. I will serve you…I will worship you. Oh God, please…plea…umm.”

Macgregor now pushed her entire, slim hand into Aquina’s sopping hole, while at the same time squeezing her clit hard. For Aquina, despite the wonderful releases Melissa, Anna and Kate had given her, and the lovely orgasm she had experienced recently with Claire, what happened in her brain now was exceptional. Waves of pleasure rolled through her, her body heaved and lifted with spasm after spasm; her cry was one long, continuous “Aaaaahhh.”

She then lay, exhausted, as Macgregor gathered her things, pausing to write on a card, which she gave to Aquina as she turned her over and slapped her ass. “This is the address for next Monday, when I’ll allow you to serve me again. Be there at two. I’ll get my container and let myself out.” She paused, “You’ve pleased me very much, even as disgusting as you are.”

And then she was gone, and Aquina had a few moments to lay still and to ponder, allowing her emotions to quiet. Would she go next week? The practical part of her mind was screaming, “No”, but her emotional side, where desire and need lay, as insistent as the first voice, murmured, “You must, and you will.”

And there really was little doubt.


Alston and Brandon were in Dzyuba’s ‘workshop’, a map spread out on his work table. They had studied it and discussed it and settled on three possible intercept points for Thursday’s truck; Brandon would drive out tomorrow and check each spot personally.

Alston wiped some beads of sweat from his forehead.

“Getting a little antsy, Ed?” Brandon asked.

“Yeah, kid. I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t. This could be the big one for me, for us. But with you guys, you still have time if things go south. For me, it’s now or, you know, never.


Tuesday; time seemed to be moving in slow motion. The ‘boys’ tried putting the looming affair out of their minds, but it was impossible. Even acting ‘normal’ seemed hard. Eric said he felt like he was being watched. Kevin said he thought people were looking at him ‘funny’, like they all knew. Brandon returned from his scouting trip and reported that the hit spots were good, and he ranked them one to three. Only Jake, who agreed readily to the venture, seemed undisturbed, laughing at the other ‘pussies’ for their nerves.


Aquina’s cell buzzed and she glanced at the clock; two PM. Who would be calling? She didn’t recognize the number, but as soon as she heard the voice, a smile spread across her face, “Hello Claire, and before you say anything, I was going to call you. I was. It has been a crazy week. How are you?”

“I’m good; it’s busy here too; Sanders has a bunch of things on the go. He’s going away to South America in a few days and I’m busy with that…I, uhmmm, I wanted to call you, like the, well, the very next day after…you know…”

There was a pause and Aquina could hear Claire’s breathing through the phone.

“After our time, together?” Aquina assisted.

“Yeah. Um, that.” Aquina heard a deep sigh, then Claire resumed. ”I was afraid, no anxious, I guess. I am unsure, of what happens, next, with…um, us? Is there an us? Oh Christ, Aquina. I’m being stupid, sorry, I shouldn’t have called…”

“Claire, take a breath, I mean that, just breathe and relax. There, that’s it. Now, I’m glad you called. I want to talk with you, I want to see you. There is, an …us, or at least, a…something…with us.”

“Thanks, I just feel stupid. This is new to me, it’s always been mostly about guys chasing me and trying to reach me or trap me and everything. I’ve never really cared enough about anyone, except now with Sanders, to think about, oh what it means…and even that isn’t, like, the same as what I’m…Oh, Christ why is this so hard to say?”

Claire paused, and Aquina laughed gently into the space. “It’s okay, Claire. Just say what you want to say.”

Claire hesitated, then began, sounding very young, “I really…like you, Aquina. I want to see you. This is crazy, can you believe, but I’ve never said that to anyone before?”

There was another pause as both women collected their thoughts and managed their emotions, with Aquina then speaking.

“Okay, how about this. Let’s have lunch this Friday. I’ll buy. You pick a restaurant near you and we’ll go.”

Another pause, then Claire spoke, more relaxed now, “Aquina…I don’t even know your last name…”


“Aquina Morez, are you asking me out?”

“Yes I am.” Aquina smiled.

Claire exhaled into the phone, “Well, Ms. Morez, I accept. Friday, what time?”

“One; you text me the restaurant.”

“Thanks. Friday should work well, Sanders leaves Thursday, and it will be quiet around here.”

“See you sweets,” Aquina replied.


“Yes,” Aquina smiled, finding Claire’s ‘innocence’ pleasant.

“Did you, like, enjoy watching me, with, mmm, Sanders?” She asked quietly.

Aquina chuckled, “Loved it, especially the view of your perfect butt.” She paused, a thought coming to mind. “And I have a, mmm, condition for our…date.”

“Oh. A condition? Um, like what? I’m not sure…”

“No bra or panties for you, I’m serious.”

Claire paused, feeling a definite rush, then snickered, sounding young again. “Oh my God. That’s a, like, hoot. Okay, um, I’m down with that. It’ll be weird but kind of, uh, exciting. But, ya, weird.” She laughed again.


For Thursday, Dzyuba, who would score a little cash for his help, had worked the schedule so that the boys did not have to show up to the station.

Aquina took Kate to work, hushing her few questions; the woman seemed finally to be resolved to getting through this.

And ‘Mrs. Belvedere’ wanted Melissa back…for five days, a party of some kind, so Aquina would take her there once she was finished with Kate.

The organized woman was glad she had things to do, because even she was filled with tension. The boys, none of whom, with the possible exception of Jake, had slept much, and they were on the road at five heading for their rendezvous point. The target was to pass there around nine, according to Alston.

The plan was not complicated; it just took daring and timing. The primary hit spot was a winding stretch of road through a small, sparsely wooded area with no buildings or habitation. Since it was a secondary road, there was much less traffic. Two days earlier, Alston and his brother, whom he had brought in at the last minute, had cut down a tree that was large enough to block the road.

Hooking it to an SUV with chains, they would be able to quickly drag it onto the highway, once they had the go-ahead via two-way-radio from their lookout (Eric) half a mile south. The transport truck would have to stop and they would be ready; four masked men heavily armed. The drivers would not risk their lives for somebody’s shipment, no matter what it was.

Their rented five-ton was parked behind a small grove of beech trees, and would be brought up quickly once the drivers were subdued.

But now was the hard part…waiting, and trying not to think of everything that could go wrong.


Maria greeted Aquina and Melissa at the door of the stately home. A sly smile quickly passed between Maria and the young woman, and then the maid led Melissa down the hall. Before leaving, Maria indicated to Aquina the room to her right, saying, “Mrs. Olivia is expecting you.”

Aquina walked the few steps and turned into the elegant, if somewhat overly decorated, for her tastes, room. Mrs. Belvedere was sitting on the rose sofa, dressed impeccably as always. She motioned to Aquina and spoke, “Ah, Aquina, as lovely as ever. Do come in and sit with me here.”

Aquina headed for the armchair beside ‘Mrs. B.’, but was halted by the woman’s small, perfectly manicured hand.

“No, dear. You need to be here, on the floor, beside me.”

Aquina looked at the woman with genuine puzzlement. “I’m afraid I don’t understand, Mrs…” Belvedere halted her again.

“Kneel. I will explain. I think you are forgetting…obedience.” Belvedere’s tone had an edge and there was a small smile on her pleasant face. Aquina, feeling a familiar, growing twinge, knelt on the floor. And without being directed, cast her gaze downward.

“That’s my good girl. I have been speaking, oddly enough, with your…mistress. (Aquina felt a stab-like jolt in her guts). She has informed me that you are to obey me for a little while if, that is, you wish to continue seeing her.”

Aquina’s breath became more rapid and shallow; her heart was beating so loudly again she was certain Belvedere could actually hear it. In her gentle voice, Belvedere asked, “So what is it to be, Slave?”

That jolt again. There was a ringing in her ears now and Aquina felt that she could not speak. How was this happening? How did these women know? Why didn’t she simply get up and walk out; no one could stop her. Why?

She didn’t know why. She had never known why. All she knew was that if she put her hand between her legs right now her sex would be wet. She could already tell her thong was clinging to her pussy like cellophane on a package. Without saying anything, she leaned forward and began to lick Belvedere’s polished and expensive shoes.

“Now that is a good girl,” Belvedere purred, stroking the glossy head. “You are a little old for my tastes, my dear, but I will do your mistress a favor and give you what you deserve. You do deserve it, don’t you, you worthless piece of trash?”

A stabbing jolt hit, from her guts to her brain, yet she forced words from her mouth. “Yes, Mistress Belvedere. I want whatever you think I deserve. Should I…undress?”

“Yes, my dear, everything. Hand me your panties and kneel over the footstool when you are naked.”

Aquina quickly undressed, handed her (wet as she guessed) panties and knelt over the footstool with her ass on display. As Macgregor had, Belvedere bound Aquina’s wrists together behind her back.

For the next twenty minutes, Belvedere alternately fondled, squeezed, fingered and whipped Aquina’s wonderful ass, using a leather flogger, a bamboo cane and a riding crop.

Then using the handle of the crop, she expertly brought Aquina to orgasm at the session’s end. Belvedere permitted Aquina to kiss her and thank her before she was released (leaving her panties behind at Belvedere’s request).

Once in her car, Aquina drove a couple of blocks and then parked. It was a side street; very quiet. Aquina slid her hand between her legs and masturbated almost savagely, visions of Belvedere’s ‘discipline’ in her head, until the end, when she thought of Shareen Macgregor, and burying her face in the woman’s pussy. Aquina’s second orgasm was sublime, delicious, intensely satisfying.

It took her a few moments to collect herself. Looking around she was glad that she had not attracted any attention.

She looked at her watch. It was nine-forty. And she had heard nothing from Brandon.

(End of Chapter 12)

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A House of Slaves by LongDarkRoad Chapter 11 Needs & Wants

A House of Slaves

Chapter 11 Needs & Wants (A profitable evening.)

Aquina and Sanders had finished their dinner, which was exceptional from the Chardonnay Batar wine to start to the selection of Italian pastries to conclude. Now they sat with glasses of Jim Beam Single barrel bourbon, relaxed in each other’s company and feeling mellow.

“So, everything’s good between us again, Doll,” Sanders looked across at Aquina.

“It’s good. It will always be good, Sanders; you rescued me, I saved you. You’re one of, oh, like I say, two people I trust…” Aquina laughed softly.

“I like that, Baby-Girl, I like hearing you laugh,” Sanders said finishing his whiskey. “So, you wanna come up to my room for some coffee?”

Aquina tilted her head slightly, “You have a room; here?”

Sanders laughed out loud now, and several people turned their heads. “No, no…not here. Across the street. I got a room at the Hyatt Regency. I like staying there every now and then.”

“And your wife…”


“…is good with that?”

“Charlene’s got no say in what I do, Doll. You should know that.”

“And your other…friend…”


“Frances…how many years?”

“Eight, Christ…that’s a record.”

“Frances is…okay?”

“Doll, Frances’s got no say with what I do, either. Hey, I’m a bastard. I know that. But I don’t lie to nobody. That’s the deal.”

“The coffee…is good?” Aquina smiled.

“They make great coffee. I mean that. Great. No shit, that’s why I stay there. And the view; I like the view.”

Ten minutes later the elevator doors opened on the thirty-second floor of the hotel and the two started a walk down the luxurious hallway. As they approached his room, Sanders murmured, “Oh, I should mention, Ms. Daniels, uh, Claire, is, like staying with me.”

Aquina looked at him but then she was guided into the suite, Sander’s large hand on her elbow. “Hey, Doll, Daddy’s home,” Sanders spoke, and the attractive blonde on the sofa rose, her sheer negligee almost transparent, her full, round breasts showing clearly as she turned to face them. “Oh, and I’ve invited a friend. Maybe you could ring room service for some coffee?”

Aquina and Claire stood for a moment, eying each other, before Claire smiled and said, “Welcome…Aquina…right? I’ll call for the coffee”; and she reached for the phone.


At two-thirty AM Aquina’s wrist watch beeped quietly, but it was enough to wake her. She slid off the bed and began looking for her clothes; finding everything, she moved quietly to the bathroom, glancing back over her shoulder at the twin beds, the one she had just left with the blonde head of Claire on one pillow, and the bed beside it, where the large mass that was Sanders was breathing gently.

After dressing, Aquina took out a brush and began to fix her hair when she was aware of movement behind her. Turning, she looked into the lovely, and sleepy, face of Claire Daniels, who spoke.

“Why are you going?” she whispered.

“I, um, I’ve got people I need to look after. It’s, uh, complicated.” Aquina smiled, and reached out to caress the face before her. Claire took that opportunity to move in and wrap her arms around the slightly taller woman.

“I don’t want you to go.” The two shared a deep kiss, Aquina wondering at the softness of the full lips pressed against hers.

After breaking apart, Claire looked into Aquina’s eyes and then pressed her face against her cheek. “I, well; um, last night was my first time, with a woman, an adult woman, I mean. I can’t believe it. It was…well, mmm, I can’t believe it.” She looked into Aquina’s eyes again. “Please, I must see you…again. I must.”

The night had featured Aquina making love to Claire as Sanders watched, and then watching herself as the blonde, clearly comfortable on her knees, her lovely ass and pussy open to Aquina’s view, pleasured her boss. As had been their history, Sanders and Aquina had no actual sexual or even intimate contact; and no discussion about it.

Aquina now tilted forward slightly and kissed Claire’s mouth deeply, searchingly, before kissing up and down her face. “I would like that…very much.”

They held each other for a few moments, before Aquina broke away saying, “I need to go now or I will not be able to…I will contact you. I will.”

And then she was gone, and Claire made her way back to her bed, sitting on it and running her hands through her long, blond hair, considering.

“She’s somethin’, isn’t she?” Sanders grunted from his bed.


It was good that Aquina had learned over the years to function at times without a lot of sleep, as she needed, after her late night, to be up at eight to get the slave girls ready and engaged. They needed to prepare the man-cave for another Saturday night. This included extracting Anna from Adam’s grasp, and then getting her and an unsmiling Kate showered and fed and beginning the cleaning.

At some point Heather and Mindi would need to be picked up, and with Kate looking more each day like a time-bomb, she would need to be resolved sooner rather than later. Today the woman had responded listlessly to her mistress’s commands, and Aquina had punished her and, as warned, Anna as well, and then felt anger and sadness; she could not do this forever.

And of course, soon Brandon, Kevin and Adam Abrahmson would need breakfasts prepared; whenever they arose, so Aquina set the slaves to cleaning bathrooms now while things were quiet. She was also expecting company.


Dale Dzyuba was down in his ‘workshop’ early this Saturday morning. Although he did actually do some projects here, it was mostly a place he could watch ‘nasty stuff’ on his computer away from the eyes of his wife. Today however, he had another purpose. He was waiting for a call from his friend in Vice, Ed Alston.

On his computer he was watching, with that goofy crooked grin plastered on his craggy mug, a dark-skinned young woman with a horse. This had become his latest interest, girls with animals. He was going to talk to ‘the boys’ about the possibilities at ‘the house’…he had a friend with a male Alsatian….

His thoughts were interrupted by his cell phone.

“Yal-lo,” he answered.

“’Zuba?” the voice inquired, and the captain recognized Alston.

“Yeah, Boss. What’s ‘hup’?”

“We need to meet somewhere, with some privacy.”

“Sure, c’mon over to the boys’ place, we’ll have some priv-acy, for sure and then some sweet ass. You bet.”

“This is not something we want a whole load of people knowing about, Zubes; ‘specially some whores.”

“Not a problem, Boss. You’ll see. We can talk, private- like for sure. Then have a drink and everyt’ing. You bet.”

So the plan was made and Alston would be at ‘the house’ around eight. Dzyuba went back to his screen. A slightly chubby, young Latin-looking woman was on her knees and an older woman entered the room leading a boxer dog and parading it around in a circle. Dzyuba grinned and nodded his head, like an eight-year-old in a candy store.

“Yeaaaahh, doggy! Go…” He cheered.


Nine o’clock and only Abrahmson was up, being served scrambled eggs, bacon and coffee by Anna, with a disgruntled Kate locked away. The doorbell chimed and Aquina went to answer it, assured of who it was. Opening the door she gazed upon the face of someone she had not seen in almost four years, Doctor Shareen Macgregor, or the ‘whitest woman I know’ as Aquina would describe her.

Macgregor, as well as being a very competent physician, was also known to be connected and discreet; have a need to resolve some troubling issue, then call Dr. ‘M’; for the right price, of course.

After entering, Macgregor stood and looked at Aquina, slowly shaking her head. “My God, time goes by and you just get lovelier,” she finally said, looking up at Aquina, who moved forward and grasped the slightly shorter woman in a hug.

After breaking the embrace, Aquina invited Macgregor into the living room and they settled on the sofa, the doctor giving the place the once over.

“Care for something?” she inquired.

“Coffee would be fine, it is very early.”

“Anna,” Aquina called, choosing to use the non-slave name. A naked Anna, wearing only a harness, quickly entered, kneeling near the two women. Dr. Macgregor had a bemused look on her face, but she did not appear startled, considering the unclothed woman before her.

“Coffee, please, slave. Bring milk and sugar as well. And advise Mr. Abrahmson that this room is, being used and he could crash in the bedroom for a while.”

“Yes, Mistress,” was the reply, and Anna scurried off.

“Well, well, now my curiosity is clearly peaked; what goes on here?” Macgregor smirked.

Aquina quickly and concisely explained the scenario, Macgregor nodding in understanding, before adding, “So, I’m guessing you are looking to me for…exams? tests? Something to keep your…assets, in shape?”

At that moment, Anna returned with a carafe, two cups and milk and sugar, setting them down on the coffee table.

“Slave, kneel before our guest,” Aquina directed.

Anna knelt in front of the red-haired woman. “Rub your face on her legs, show her affection,” Aquina continued, and Anna immediately began to nuzzle the nylon-stocking-clad legs of Shareen Macgregor, slowly moving from the calves, to the knees and then the thighs. Macgregor watched the advance with interest, one hand gently stroking Anna’s hair.

With a quick move, Anna slid the doctor’s skirt up past her hips so her midsection was visible, dark panties showing through the pantyhose. Anna now moved her face between Macgregor’s thighs and began sucking at her crotch through both layers of garment. Macgregor spread her legs, clearly experienced with what was happening, and leaned back, closing her eyes.

After a moment, Anna cast a quick glance back at Aquina (who nodded) and then reached up, grasping the elastic band of the pantyhose, pulling it down and off of Macgregor’s feet, which Anna then kissed, before moving her face directly back into the woman’s crotch. After suckling there for a few moments, Anna pulled the panties over, exposing two tight, pink pussy lips covered by a light coating of reddish-blonde pubic hair.

Anna’s now-experienced tongue began exploring and sucking these lips as Macgregor moaned softly and spread her legs wider. Anna then adroitly pulled the wet panties off and dove into the waiting valley framed by now puffier labia, licking and sucking, pushing her tongue as far into the opening as possible, now lubricated with a coating of ooze.

Macgregor clasped Anna’s head with both hands and began to face-fuck her with quick, steady thrusts of her hips. Aquina moved beside Macgregor on the sofa and nuzzled the woman’s neck before covering and sucking her mouth, both women’s tongues darting and exploring in each other’s willing orifices.

With a moan, Macgregor shifted and uttered a soft cry, murmuring, “Oh, Christ,” a broad smile on her lips, her eyes closed. “Mmmmm, your…slave is fantastic…oh, dear me.”

Aquina gently stroked Anna’s head, “You may pour the coffee, little slave.”

****      ****

Drinking their coffee, they caught each other up on things. As she finished her cup, Macgregor stood, with a small smile on her face, and a decided twinkle in her eye. “Okay, so I will agree to help you. I will come by Monday, so have all your girls available for ten AM and I will take blood and run the tests myself. But I’ll want something in return.”

Aquina looked up at her quizzically, a small smile on her face. “I’m assuming we aren’t talking, money?”

“No,” Macgregor straightened up and collected her things. “Do you, like, live here?”

“Um, yes. Why?”

Macgregor paused, then said quietly. “My payment will be…you, Aquina. For one hour Monday. In your room; you will be my slave, do what I ask, no questions. If you agree to that, I’ll be your doctor, no charge, no hassle.”

Aquina smiled and looked down. “Well, that puts me in a

spot, hmmm?” She looked at the other woman, who was wearing her ‘poker face’. After a moment, she said quietly, “Okay. Yes. I agree.”

“I want you on your knees when you say it,” Macgregor was smiling too, but Aquina could tell she was serious.

“Really?” she asked.

“Absolutely. Just a warm-up, you see. A teaser for Monday. Just to see how…dedicated a bitch you are.”

Aquina knelt, emptions rising. She looked up at Macgregor, “I will be your slave…Mistress Shareen.”

Macgregor came to stand beside her, stroking her hair and lifting her chin, she smiled down at Aquina. “That’s a good girl, but then, you know how this works, bitch. You are a bitch, aren’t you?” Aquina looked up at the face smiling down, amazed at her reaction, after all these years. “I’ll let myself out. Thanks for the coffee and…the service,” Macgregor murmured and was gone, leaving Aquina on her knees.


If things were interesting back at the house, they were equally so for Melissa. She now understood the relationship between the two Forsythe women. Daughter was a master and the mother, a submissive, and they found having another participant arousing, for whatever reason.

Friday night, after their initial time together, Melissa had been allowed a regular and uninterrupted sleep, waking for a shower (supervised by Amanda with Sally obediently scrubbing Melissa down, spending extra care on her ‘naughty parts’, as she called them).

They then had a rather unique breakfast, Melissa having toast and cereal in a normal way, before being tied with her legs spread as wide as possible. Cheerios and milk were then placed, by the spoonful, into her vagina. Sally was then made to eat the cereal out, hands tied behind her back. This was a slow process, made longer by Amanda frequently pausing to spank Sally for one issue or another, mostly for being too slow. By the end of the session, the Cheerios were all gone and Sally’s ass was a lovely red.


“Okay, watch your end,” Kevin called as he lifted from the back. Eric was carrying the front of the load and they had just managed to squeeze through the front door and were now heading for the corner of the living room.

Once there, they plugged in their burden, and it immediately lit up, to their shouts of joy. Even Brandon was impressed, yelling out. “Holy Fuck!”

In their possession, they now had a Vintage, 1978 Stern Wild Fyre Pinball Machine; fully reconditioned and in working order.

Brandon continued, “Now that is a great addition to the man-house, boys; where the hell did you find that?” With a round of beers, Eric and Kevin explained their search and purchase of this machine, something both of them had wanted for years.

“And it still works on quarters; who wants to race some chariots?” Eric enthused, pulling a key from his pocket that opened the machine’s back. “Now, we just need to get this thing happening,” Eric indicated the stripper’s stage, “and we’re good.”

“Yeah,” Brandon added, “Aquina said Heather is stripping tonight. We have a special guest, Ed Alston, from Vice and Narcotics, and it could be a profitable evening. We want him entertained and he’s not a big poker guy.”

“Is our little lawyer buddy going to be here too?” Kevin asked.

“Yeah,” Brandon took a drink from his beer, “I think he wants to move in.”

“I think he already has,” Kevin chirped, and they all laughed.    


The night had gone well. There had been two baseball, one basketball and one hockey game to choose from, both hockey and basketball being in the play-offs. As well, the pinball machine was a huge hit, and it turned out Alston loved darts and was very impressed with the set-up, challenging people to games for a couple of hours.

Now, as promised, Heather was doing her routine on the stripper stage. It was the first time it had been used, and the lights and sound were outstanding, as was Heather. She was incredibly flexible and her routine was met with much whistling and hooting, as she stretched and spread her legs, making sure her pussy and ass got lots of exposure.

Alston was also enjoying Mindi’s charms, as she sat on his knees, kissing the side of his face while he squeezed her nether cheeks. Dzyuba was like a kid at a ball game, hooting at the stage while he energetically fingered Kate’s pussy, as she looked up at the ceiling. He had her hands tied behind her, lying ‘tits up’, as he commented, across him.

Adam Abrahmson, after playing some cards and trying ‘Wild Fyre’, had taken Anna to the room the boys now jokingly referred to as ‘Adam’s’. Looking around, Brandon had to admit, he did not miss the hulking form of Jake, who had stayed away from the house after their last discussion.

Eventually things quieted. Mindi and Heather were put in one room, Kate serviced Dzyuba orally and then was placed in her crate, once again ignoring Aquina’s comments to her. Eric and Kevin had headed off, and Brandon, Alston and the captain settled around the table in the kitchen.

Alston then explained his ‘little idea’. One that he had nurtured for almost five years, waiting for the best situation.

It could be said that most law enforcement working drugs, at one time or another, had pondered the wealth lying just beyond their grasp. Shutting down an operation was rewarding, but then there you were, staring at millions in bust money, knowing it would just go somewhere and probably be burned or held in evidence for years; if the people above you didn’t help themselves along the way.

The bust was almost always more money than an honest cop would make, likely, in their entire career, and it was just sitting there, often unguarded, and sometimes before it was even officially counted and recorded. The temptation was always there, and if you got into money problems, maybe medical bills or whatever, the want could become a need.

Alston had pondered all of this in his twenty-seven years on the force. He was twice-divorced and had one daughter in college. He had been shot twice, the second in the leg that had left him with a limp. When he finally retired he knew his pension would not cover his expenses; so he had sat and watched and waited, and the right situation had now come up. He just needed some help; and he didn’t want it to be any of his cronies or from his department.

He had known Dzyuba for his whole career, and while he thought the man was…strange, he knew that he could be trusted. Dzyuba had his fingers (when not wrapped around his Johnson or in some hooker’s pussy) in lots of pies; but he had known over the years when to pull out and always to keep his mouth shut; and, he wouldn’t run at the first sign of trouble.

For the present, Alston secretly had his eye on a very large shipment of drugs coming into Miami in a few days. It held a substantial amount of cocaine, but also heroin and meth, so his informant had said. The numbers he had heard were seven to nine million on the street, with the cargo to be divided into three; one shipment to L.A.; one to New York and one to St. Louis. Even a third of this haul would be significant. His plan was to intercept the St. Louis truck.

In order to avoid attention, he’d heard the trucks would be general use, with two, average-looking drivers sharing the cab. That would be it; two guys. Alston had checked the route and found several points where the trucks could be hit. They would be using the secondary highways, again to avoid attention; and that would work well for Alston’s plan.

“So boys,” Alston said, putting down his glass, “Whaddya think?”

“It sounds, very…interesting,” Brandon purred, “but why us? You don’t even know us.”

“That’s the point, I don’t know you, and you don’t know me, we have no connection except the captain, but he trusts you; supports you. I need some young guys that can handle themselves and don’t look like a bunch of middle-aged cops. Guys that can unload heavy stuff and be ready to move. Guys that are lookin’ to score and not spend their whole fucking lives in service. Does that sound like you and your guys?”

Brandon nodded his head. It did sound like them.


Sally Forsythe was bound, spread-eagle on the floor of what looked to be a den. Her pert breasts were tied savagely with ropes causing them to bulge out grotesquely and turn a dark purple color.

Both nipples had gold rings piercing them, and cords ran through these rings to hooks in the ceiling; cords which Amanda had pulled tight, stretching the nipples painfully. Melissa had been tasked with forcing a large, flesh-colored dildo into Sally’s anus, and despite the copious lubrication, the imposing hard rubber phallus was proving a challenge.

Melissa had about three inches in but was at the widest part, with another inch still to insert. Sally was moving her hips, but a band across her waist and tied to the floor was keeping her in place.

Meanwhile, Amanda was crouching over her step-mother, her crotch directly above the woman’s face. As she removed the panties from Sally’s mouth, she lowered her asshole onto it, with the clear instruction, “Lick that hole, slut, or I’ll pull these cords tighter.”

Sally needed no further encouragement; she began to lick rapidly, pausing for a brief grunt as the dildo was finally pushed in to its full length, Melissa grinning up at Amanda.


Aquina had always been a light sleeper; at times, her life had depended on it. She looked at her clock now: three AM; but she was certain she had heard someone moving around. She got up and moved cautiously to the hallway, opening her door and moving silently out and to the top of the stairs. A light was shining from the main floor, and then she saw Brandon go into the living area. He was carrying…a glass of milk.

“So what’s going on?” Aquina asked, as Brandon settled onto the couch.

“Couldn’t sleep. Too much stuff runnin’ through my head.”

Aquina moved beside the man, “Having second thoughts?”

Brandon drank some milk and considered. “Not exactly, it’s just so much is riding on these two deals; the one with McHugh and now this drug thing. They’re both big. Both dangerous. This could be a huge start to a new life; or you know, like the end…” He chuckled darkly.

Aquina nodded and grimaced; Brandon was right. “All in or go home, right? The McHugh thing is done, we’ll see some money real soon and then lots more. I have no doubts. This truck high-jack is serious stuff; but a huge reward. I notice Jake wasn’t part of the, emm, discussion.”

Brandon sighed. “No, but I’m going to talk with him tomorrow…er, today I guess. We need him there.”

“Yeah, I get it.” She got up to leave, but Brandon grasped her hand.

“So, any chance of you, um, comforting me tonight in my time of need?” He asked, a small smile on his face.

Aquina laughed softly and looked down. “Hey, forget the puppy-dog eyes; I want to keep things business-like between us right now; there’s too much at stake now to have, distractions…”

She turned to head upstairs, but paused, looking back at him, “I’m not going anywhere, B. We’re partners.”

Brandon raised his glass in salute, “I’ll drink to that, even milk.”

In her room Aquina paused on the edge of her bed to ponder all that she was into, including emotionally. Her feelings for Melissa encouraged and concerned her; like Bob Dylan sang, when you got nothin’, you got nothin’ to lose. Aquina had been guarded with her affections over the years; she didn’t like being vulnerable. Yet she could not deny what she felt for the lovely captive; was it simply desire?

And now she had agreed to Shareen’s…demand; where would that go? Aquina was aware of her own…needs. Shareen had always had a strange effect on her which, to now, had not been acted upon. She had to admit the encounter with the woman had greatly excited her; more than she would have thought. And then there was the lovely Claire…

Aquina sighed and lay her head down. Both Garth and Sanders appeared in her mind, their voices carrying warnings; but one couldn’t always just play safe.

Acting on impulse, she then got up again and went down to the basement, returning in a moment with Kate. She’d have the woman stay with her tonight, and see if she could maybe help her see some hope on the horizon.

(End of Chapter 11)  

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A House of Slaves by LongDarkRoad Chapter 10 Promises

A House of Slaves  

Chapter 10 Promises (The key to the thing.)

Brandon and Jake had gone outside while Aquina made some more coffee and had Kate make Jake’s breakfast. Although Jake was not happy about what he was agreeing to, he shook on it; with the condition that they talk again in two weeks. He wasn’t giving Melissa up without some fight.

As that was going on, Aquina got Melissa ready and took her to Mrs. Belvedere’s friend’s place, a very stylish home on the north side, with the agreement to pick her up Sunday morning. Melissa had murmured, when given permission, that her world was ‘upside down’.

“But some parts are…not so bad, hmmm?” Aquina had asked with a quick side-ways glance.

Melissa had sat in silence for a while before saying softly, “No…Mistress,” then shaking her head in disbelief at it all, but mostly at herself. She was no longer a virgin, which should have enraged her, but she had really enjoyed being with Mrs. B; and she had actually liked the sex. Too bizarre for words.

“But what these men are doing is still wrong,” she said softly, casting her own quick glance at Aquina, who sighed. Of course they were wrong, but they were in control.

Aquina then travelled to the apartment and picked up Mindi and Heather. “Will that smelly police guy be there tonight?” was Heather’s first question.

“No, Dzyuba won’t be there,” Aquina assured her.

“Phew, that’s great. What a pig.”

Both young women nodded.


The night had been pleasant, and productive once again. It was now past midnight, and Abrahmson was settled in one bedroom with Anna; Mindi and Heather were in another and Kevin was on the couch in Aquina’s den/office. Jake had gone back to his place.

Aquina and Brandon were relaxing on the main couch with a glass of Jack Daniels. Aquina took a drag of her slim cigar, and spoke as she let the smoke drift off.

“Abrahmson is good to go; he knows about Sanders’s daughter, at least he knows where she is being held. He personally has not been assigned to assist the ADA, but the staff are all in one office and files are not hard to find; there are hard copies on everything. He will talk to me on Monday; I’ll get the eighty grand ready and we can bring everyone in to this when it makes sense.

“Sounds good, hmmmn…” Brandon chuckled, softly, “this is pretty much what I had in mind when I first started talking to you; skimming low-level druggies wasn’t my dream; it was about getting an opportunity with people who had connections and…well, power, maybe. Money, certainly.” He sipped his drink. “But now, it’s happening, and I’m actually a little nervous.”

“That’s okay, it’s a gamble. Gambling should make you nervous.” She sipped her drink. ”But, if that deal makes you nervous, or legal assistants snooping around makes you nervous, then what I’m going to propose for our two hundred k might get you…hyperventilating.”

Brandon looked at Aquina; she was always full of surprises.

Hyperventilating? WTF?


Melissa sat on the old-style veranda, a cool drink by her side, waiting for Aquina. Mrs. Grant, or ‘The Duchess’ as she enjoyed being called, had left her there with a kiss on the cheek. Melissa marvelled at what she had experienced in just over a week. She had, so few days ago, been an innocent recluse from the world of sexuality. Then she had essentially been abducted and imprisoned.

Now, she had become someone who was engaged in what she would only have once considered ‘bizarre’ activities; something she would not even have read about. She shook her head in wonder and sipped her drink.

The Duchess, a late forties woman of average height, just beginning to add a little weight around her mid-section and hips, with a hint of grey showing on her dark, sweeping hair, enjoyed receiving more than giving, at least in the bedroom.

She had begun their session by stripping Melissa and having her pose while she undressed herself, and then herding her into an oversized and elegant shower. Here she had taken her time soaping Melissa down, paying extra special attention to her ass and then her anus, which she ended up ‘licking clean’ as she described it. Melissa shook her head thinking how she would have reacted just a couple of weeks ago if someone had tried to even look at her ‘down there place’.

After their shower, ‘The Duchess’ had placed herself over Melissa’s knees, hands now tied behind her, as Melissa administered a spanking with a wooden paddle; timidly at first, but much more emphatically as the ‘maid’, dressed severely in black standing by, urged her on.

Having finished that task, Melissa was fitted with a harness sporting a large (nine inch) black dildo that looked amazingly life-like with details like veins, etcetera on its rubbery but firm surface. Melissa was guided into The Duchess’s vagina by the ‘maid’ and fucked the woman enthusiastically from behind. After helping the woman achieve one orgasm that way, Melissa’s ‘cock’ was exchanged for a smaller, white one which was forced into The Duchess’s ass. The ‘maid’, who Melissa came to believe was not really a maid, took cell photos and a video of the event.

A short while later, Melissa and the ‘maid’, both naked, sat on a couch eating fresh strawberries and cream as The Duchess licked their feet, all the while the video of her being fucked by Melissa was running on a large screen television which they watched with interest.

Melissa was astonished at…herself; one image where she was gripping the woman’s torso and pounding her hips against the woman’s round bottom was most alarming. Who was that woman? Melissa asked herself.

After the two women had finished their treat, a dessert following an excellent dinner, The Duchess was then chained by her collar to the bedpost of a magnificent four-poster, her hands tied again behind her, while Melissa and the maid had another long shower.

The two then climbed into the vast and impressive bed (first time in over a week that Melissa would sleep on a mattress) and they slept together. Melissa’s hands were fastened in front of her and the ‘maid’ was now sporting a similar black dildo, smaller at seven inches, which she fucked Melissa with off and on throughout the night.  

At one point, about four-thirty in the early morning, Melissa informed her companion that she needed to urinate. She was led out of the bed and made to stand beside it; The Duchess was awoken with a kick to her rear, and positioned below Melissa’s crotch. Embarrassed as she was, Melissa was finally able to go, and The Duchess moved adroitly to place her mouth below the warm and aromatic, yellow stream, catching most of it and swallowing it down, much to Melissa’s disgust (but she admitted to herself, also her fascination.)

The Duchess then dutifully licked Melissa’s pussy clean, snaking her tongue into the folds and sucking them into her mouth, with the maid watching and commenting on how disgusting the woman was. Both women then returned to bed and slept well for several more hours.

At eight Melissa awoke, alone. She was served breakfast in bed by (likely) the real maid, and allowed to dress and then taken to the front and Mrs. Grant, where she now waited, amazed and astonished at what she had experienced and at how enthusiastic she had, at times, been.

What was happening to her?? Why wasn’t she fighting this?? But, her comment to Aquina was still true, she considered, despite how she had changed.

At that moment, her mistress pulled up. Once in the car, Melissa handed the woman an envelope, as before. This one held three grand. Aquina smiled to herself and had Melissa tell her in detail the events of her session as they drove home.

“What you said, about the men, I get that, but I am trying…to make things better,” Aquina said, quietly, once Melissa was done with her tale.

“I don’t blame you for this,” Melissa finally murmured, Aquina surprised by the pleasant jolt those words gave her.


Back at the house, Aquina placed Melissa into her crate. Kate and Anna were at work scrubbing floors and cleaning bathrooms. Kevin had picked up Mindi and Heather, who were dressed casually today in jeans and tops, and the two girls were playing video games with him and Eric, the two men at times distracting the girls by squeezing their breasts, and then hooting like fools.

It’s like they’re still fifteen, Aquina thought to herself, but at least with everyone busy she and Brandon could talk.

They settled with coffees in Aquina’s den/office and Aquina began by producing the money Melissa had earned. Brandon just smiled, “Holy shit,” he exclaimed, “who woulda’ thought?”

“I know,“ Aquina agreed, “this won’t last for ever; this is a very unique clientele; but there is one more lady for sure and then Belvedere wants her back, so…” her voice trailed off.

“Ok, that’s good; now, how about this plan of yours, the one that will make me…hyperventilate, you said?”

Aquina smiled and began; going on for twenty minutes or so, with the summary being this. A month or so back Brandon, who functioned as the squad’s duty roster officer, had noticed when he was going through ‘the availability’ sheets, that one man, Derek Fielding, was never available the second and fourth Thursday evenings of each month.

That was as interested as Brandon got with this curiosity, but Aquina’s interest was piqued; stuff happened for a reason; she liked to know why. Over her time in town, Aquina had collected a group of individuals that functioned as informants, snitches, spies, surveillance, muscle, role-play…whatever. She had people for most any shady job, and she had used some to trail Fielding. Since he made absolutely no effort to throw anyone off, the job was extremely easy.

Every second Thursday, Fielding would go to a small, family-run jeweller downtown, meet someone (one of the jeweller’s sons it turned out) and escort them across town, to a diner on the west side. In the diner the two men would have a coffee and simply turn around and go back; leaving behind a large, taped envelope on the seat in the diner.

Since the second time Fielding was followed was exactly the same as the first, including which booth they sat in at the diner, this was clearly a drop of some kind. Surveying the jeweller, Jakob Schemmler & Sons, Aquina’s spies found that the day after the envelope drop, a no-nonsense ‘gangster’ guy would show up at the store and do nothing, except leave a briefcase. Interesting.

Aquina did not need any help to figure this out: Schemmler was selling diamonds (what else) ‘under the table’ and away from the IRS; and he was selling to some organized crime guy who was laundering money. It was a deal that clearly worked for both and had been going on for some time; the records for Fielding went back a year, so it was at least that long. And now they had become sloppy.

Aquina’s plan was to do a simple envelope switch, but for that, she would need more info, and that info would come from Derek Fielding, or at least, his computer.

The key to the thing for Aquina was that Schemmler’s store had security cams and Brandon’s department would be able to access them; hopefully last Thursday/Friday would still be on there. But they didn’t want the cam’s access leading back to Brandon or any of the boys; so they would use Fielding’s computer. That made sense, except every officer had their own password to access the department web or things like security cams.

“Okay,” Brandon had pointed out, “there’s our problem.” Aquina just sat with a little smile on her face. “What?” Brandon pressed her.

Aquina turned to her lap top, and brought up the feed from the camera Brandon had installed in the squad room so they could monitor Kate. The screen showed Kate sitting at her desk. “Okay?” Brandon stated again.

“Look closely, B. Whose desk is that beside Kate’s, and facing the camera?” Aquina smiled.

“Holy fuck. That’s Fielding’s station. Fuck!” On the screen then appeared the large frame of Derek Fielding, as he settled himself in front of his computer. As he typed in his entry, several of the keys could be seen as he struck them, (he used the hunt and bash method of typing) but some could not.

“Here,” Aquina held up a paper. “Let me help. We got Pr_n__ss_”

“Princess?” Brandon offered.

“The family dog; I checked. But there’s a character at the end. But let’s look back…” Aquina replied.

They watched again, freezing the feed when Fielding struck the last key; it was on the left side of the keyboard and he did not press ‘shift’.

“One,” Brandon offered.

“I think so, Princess1” Aquina smiled.

“Holy Fuck.”


Adam Abrahmson sat at his desk in the office area he shared with seven other assistants. Three senior First Assistants had their own offices directly behind this group area, with a corridor separating them. The corridor led to offices of the actual Assistant District Attorneys. The DA herself had an office on the floor above.

Mondays were always busy and there was much hustle and bustle going on around to distract him, but Adam was already distracted, thinking back to his last time with the slave girl, who he now knew was named Anna. Anna, a gentle name for a wonderfully gentle woman, who he had been allowed to have sex with on Saturday.

Complete sex. A blow job and a fuck; several fucks in fact, as she was allowed to spend the entire night with him. It was the first time he had slept with a woman, actually slept a night, in over five years. Whenever he woke up, and saw her sleeping peacefully beside him, he was filled with a wonder that was painful; even now, he was getting sharp stabs of…something, whenever he recalled her. Was this…love? Holy damn.

Who knew; but Adam did know something, and that was that he wanted to follow this…relationship(?) as long and as far as he could; even if that meant doing something illegal or completely misreading this woman; she was a whore, after all.

Right now he was on the trail of Moira Williamson’s file. He knew whose office it likely was in, so that meant which junior assistant would be holding it. He just needed patience; and he had things to occupy his time, as long as he could keep Anna out of his head.


It was after one when Aquina’s burner buzzed a text message; it was the lawyer Adam asking her to meet him at one-thirty in a small park near the justice building.

When she arrived, the park was fairly busy with people playing chess or eating a late lunch or whatever, but Aquina found an empty bench near the south entrance and sat and waited. It wasn’t long before she saw the slight, black trench-coated figure of Abrahmson approaching.

Like he was in some spy movie, he sat at the opposite end of the bench from her and turned away, tossing some seed or something to the pigeons gathered nearby. As he did this he talked. “So, this situation is fairly complicated, but the important point is that Moira is basically being held against her will; she has not been allowed counsel and so there has been no bail hearing.”

“That’s…illegal, isn’t it?” Aquina ventured.

“Absolutely,” Abrahmson replied.

“So how are they, or the ADA, getting away with it?”

Abrahmson paused, considering his response, “Well, I think it’s because she is very young, she actually just turned eighteen while in custody, and they are controlling her through fear and, well, lies.”

“That makes no sense; why do that to some…kid? What’s this really about?”

And that was the deal, as Abrahmson explained. Moira was caught in a legal wrestling match. It went from her to her ‘boyfriend’, Billy ‘Weasel’ Gustof, to a fairly high level criminal figure in Jack Melankoff.

Melankoff ran drugs, weapons and white slaves out of the north eastern U.S., and law enforcement had been trying for at least eight years to nail him in any number of ways. Apparently, or so Abrahmson’s ADA believed, Melankoff had used Gustof, a nephew of his as it turned out, to ‘look after a guy’, and Gustof had panicked and shot the man dead.

Gustof then fled to his girlfriend’s place and had her keep his gun for him. The girlfriend being Moira, who the police were able to track quite easily as it turned out, finding the gun, tying it immediately to Gustoff and the shooting, and then through a wiretap and phone trace, back directly to Melankoff.

However, Gustof was knifed to death in holding before

he could testify and the wiretap was in dispute, so the ADA was holding on to Moira as the only living link left in the chain. She was ‘in protective custody’, but in fact she was in jail.

“So what’s…our plan?” Aquina asked.

“Does Moira actually have a lawyer?”

“Well, no. Not yet. We have not put that in place because of not knowing what the hell was going on. But we can get a lawyer; a good one, easily. How soon can we act?”

Abrahmson stood, looking off to the east. “Have the lawyer show up at our offices; if he or she is good they’ll know the ins and outs. They will show legal representation and demand to see their client. That should get the ball rolling…nicely.” He chuckled as he turned to head off. “There will be some howling, I’m sure.”

Aquina’s next phone call was to Sanders McHugh.

****      ****      ****

She sat in one of the leather armchairs, a glass of bourbon with ice pressed against her temple. It was almost midnight, so Brandon had gone to bed; he had just left, actually, but Aquina could still see his face when she closed her eyes, with his, as he described it, ‘big shit-eating grin’ plastered across it.

Before her on the floor sat an open briefcase filled with neat stacks of twenties and hundreds; two hundred and eight thousand dollars, so much that some overflow sat in a money bag beside the case. It had gone so well Aquina kept waiting for the ‘other shoe to fall’. But there would be no other shoe.

Using Fielding’s computer, they had been able to see how many ounces were in the drop, and how the diamonds were taped to a blank sheet. Aquina had then found some excellent fake diamonds through her many sources, and the sort of envelope used; even the type of painter’s tape that was sealed the unmarked packet.

One of her associates, a nondescript forty-year-old woman, had made the envelope switch, before passing it to a young skateboarding guy who in turn dropped the envelope in a trash can a block away, where Aquina retrieved it.

When the envelope with the fake diamonds made its way to the other side, there was much yelling and threats, but who was to blame? For his part, Fielding lost his freelance shotgun role, as Schimmler tried to plug his leak. In the end, he just chalked the loss up to experience and moved on, not wishing to waste time or money on some hunt for the miscreants. His sons had been telling him for weeks he should change his…schedule, but he had been too lazy. Now he would.

Aquina’s fence had given her the two-hundred eight grand, and then divided up the stones, having several placed in settings right away. In the end, the diamonds brought in over four hundred thousand, but Aquina did not care about that. She got the money she needed.

And Sanders got what he wanted, and was delighted. His lawyer pried Moira out of her legal box and Sanders met her, spent several hours with her, made peace to a large extent with her, and then sent her by private jet to Bolivia, where she could lay low for as long as it took. She was out of danger for now.

And tomorrow, Sanders would meet Aquina for dinner to celebrate, this money being couriered to him, and she and Brandon would have the break that could change their lives.

Down the hall from where Aquina sat, in the second bedroom, Adam Abrahmson cuddled Anna’s naked body against him. He slid a hand down her soft back to cup one buttock, as she softly kissed his throat and pressed her face against his neck. He was filled with an over whelming sense of…joy. That was the only word for it, and he crushed her to his chest.

It was all worth it.


Aquina came down the stairs in her black evening dress; dark, curly hair glossy and her face glowing. She had a (real) diamond necklace setting off her outfit. It seemed appropriate, and looked stunning.

Kevin, Brandon and Eric were all sitting around in the living area, with a naked Kate and Anna at their service. Being Friday night, Melissa was with another special client.

When Aquina entered the three men simply stared at her like she was some wild and exotic creature they had never seen. Anna, with her childlike perspective, spoke out. “You look beautiful, Mistress.”

Eric’s mouth was open, Brandon had a look of wonder on his face and Kevin let out a slow whistle before adding, “My God, who are you seeing tonight, the president?”

Aquina laughed and picked up her Burberry stole. “This meeting could open an awful lot of doors for us, gentlemen. Doors with good stuff behind them.” She motioned to Kevin and he followed her to the door. “Can you make sure Anna and Kate are seen to?”

“Sure thing, Aquina; you can always count on me. Actually, I think our little lawyer friend is coming over again; I think he has a thing for our, uh, little slave.”

“Well, he was very valuable to us, so that’s fine. What are you staring at?”

“Really Aquina? Really?? You, you crazy woman. Jeez. You are Fucking HOT. Fuck!” He slowly shook his head, and Aquina laughed and left, her cab was already waiting outside.

She was meeting Sanders at Aspiagia’s, one of the city’s finest restaurants, known for its menu and world-class service, as well as an extensive wine and spirits list. When she arrived she saw Sanders was already sitting at a prestige window table with a lake view. As she crossed the floor toward him, every head in the room literally turned to observe her. Sanders looked up and a slow, appreciative smile spread across his face.

He stood to greet her as a server sprang to pull back her chair.

“Holy Christ, are you somethin’,” he whispered in her ear as they embraced. She kissed him warmly on the cheek in response

“I take it you got the money?” she asked, taking her seat.

“Yeah, everything checks. And with that little, uh…favor you did me, well, we’ll move on this right away.”


Melissa lay on a four poster bed. It was large and impressive; the posts were mahogany, and silk scarves bound her wrists and ankles to the posts. Two women, both blond and petit at five-two, were busy working on her, meticulously scraping away any hair from anywhere on her body except her head and eyebrows. When they were satisfied, they oiled her body and then wiped and dried it carefully.

The women were Sally Forsythe and her daughter, Amanda. The two women looked very similar, and being mother and daughter that would not be surprising. It was surprising, however, because Amanda was Alexander Forsythe’s daughter from his first marriage, so Sally was actually the step-mother.

Their relationship was also most unusual, as was evident by the next series of events. Amanda bound Sally’s hands behind her, and then fastened a strap around Melissa’s waist, attaching it with a cord to a collar around Sally’s neck, and then drawing the cord tight so Sally’s face was pressed into Melissa’s crotch and held there.

“Lick, whore,” Amanda demanded of her step-mother, whose mouth immediately began to work on Melissa’s meaty vulva. Amanda was not satisfied, though, and she brought a bamboo cane down on Sally’s buttocks with a resounding, “Thwaaa-ack!”

With the resultant, “AAA-hhh!” from Sally’s lips, before she quickly pressed them back to her task.

“That’s it, Mother-Whore, lick that pussy like the filthy slut you are!”

Melissa lay with her eyes closed and a smile on her lips; oh brave new world that has such people in it, she mused, wanting to laugh out loud.

(End of Chapter 10)

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A House of Slaves by LongDarkRoad Chapter 9 Memories

A House of Slaves 

Chapter 9 Memories (He has changed but then…)

With both Maria and Belvedere encouraging her, Melissa made her way through another joint, and then lay back, a smile on her face and her eyes closed. With the dope, the sherry and the orgasms, she was ‘high as the proverbial kite’.

“Up and awayyyy,” Melissa blurted out, and then laughed.

Belvedere and Maria exchanged a look and then a laugh as well. “Kindly fetch a sheet from the hall cupboard, my dear. One of the older ones,” Mrs. B. directed.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Maria, still naked, replied before heading off. She returned in a moment with a bed sheet.

“Lift her please,“ Belvedere directed, and as Maria  raised Melissa’s torso off the couch, Belvedere slid the sheet under her. Melissa’s arms and legs were still tied and spread. Standing, Belvedere picked up the leather harness and strapped it on. She then placed the dildo, hard rubber and brown in color, into the harness base. A section of about two inches of it slid up into her own vagina, the remaining phallus itself was smallish, at five inches. Belvedere did not want to start off too large; it had been a long time since she had taken a virgin, but she appreciated what this would be like for Melissa, even as she now was.

Maria spread Melissa’s labia, both inner and outer folds, and allowed her own saliva to drip down into them before massaging it in. Meanwhile, Belvedere was coating the dildo with lubricant. When she was satisfied, she placed the brown, cone-shaped tip against Melissa’s opening and slowly pressed. After about three inches had disappeared inside, Melissa reacted, attempting to move her hips away from the invader; but of course she was tethered on the couch with nowhere to go.

The hip movement actually helped the process, and with a quick thrust, Belvedere plunged the phallus in. Maria suckled Melissa’s engorged nipples as she cried out and Belvedere began to thrust in earnest. In a few moments the initial discomfort was forgotten and Melissa was thrusting her hips in a steady rhythm. Belvedere motioned to Maria, who then untied Melissa’s straps allowing the two women to fuck energetically. It only took minutes, and Melissa’s hips jerked off the cushion and she clung to Belvedere, her mouth gaping open and a long “AAAAAaaaauuummmmm” escaping.

Slowly Belvedere withdrew her toy, coated lightly with Melissa’s juices and blood, and unstrapped the harness, handing them both to Maria, who took the object with amazing affection, smiling up at her employer, before picking up her dress, gathering up the soiled sheet and heading off.

Belvedere turned Melissa and nestled the woman’s head onto her own neck; the young woman, even in her stupor, responding by kissing and nuzzling Belvedere gently. Then they dozed.

****          ****

When Aquina arrived, she found Melissa dressed and sitting in the entrance area on a chair. No one else was around.

“Hi, uh, my Mistress,” Melissa said, a quirky smile on her face.

There was an envelope on the floor with ‘Aquina’s’ name on it. “Hi yourself,” Aquina said as she picked it up and then looked at Melissa. “You’re…stoned,” Aquina noted, a smile spreading across her face. She did not bother to check inside the envelope; it would no doubt hold the twenty-five hundred she and Mrs. B. had agreed upon.

“What?” came the reply.

“Oh, nothing. But we’ll need to talk later; for now we need to get going.”

And she took the young woman by the hand as one would a child and headed for her car, her point now proven. 


Thursday evening and Aquina, Brandon and Kevin were seated in the cozy kitchen nook area, eating the meal Kate and Anna had prepared and served them. Eric was now in one of the bedrooms with Kate. Anna and Melissa were down in their crates eating their food on plates on the floor; dog dishes, with their slave names, nearby with cool water for them. Jake was not present and no one had heard from him.

Aquina handed the envelope from Mrs. B. to Brandon; he looked at it then her, before passing it to Kevin.

“There’s twenty-five hundred there. That was what Melissa earned this afternoon from one well-to-do client, which is what I was saying about her…value.”

Kevin whistled in appreciation as he counted the cash. “No, it’s twenty-eight hundred, Aquina. There’s a note.” He glanced at it and passed it to Aquina who read it.

“Thank you, Dear, for this wonderful delight. I would definitely like to have her again, and I have two friends who I know are interested. Please call. B.”

Aquina smiled. “That is what I mean.” Kevin and Brandon exchanged a look, with Kevin nodding his head. Aquina carried on, “But that’s also what Jake can mess up with his bull-in-the-china-shop approach. We can’t let him have Melissa. She is worth too much to us and she is also a major liability.”

Brandon looked at her. “You’re right, A. I have already spoken with Jake. Which is maybe why he isn’t around.”

This time it was Aquina and Brandon who exchanged a look.

* * * *

It was Friday, and it seemed to Aquina, ‘at last’. The days, at times, had seemed to drag along; it had only been a week since Melissa’s capture, for example. But upon reflecting, a lot had actually happened.

And tonight was important, certainly to Aquina. She didn’t want to spend any more time chasing low value drug dealers and baby-sitting slaves or whores. She wanted to unlock something bigger; and Sanders McHugh was the key.


(Miami, July, 2001)

Fourteen year-old Aquina Morez was sitting on a rickety wooden chair in the place Jade Dawkins called his home. It was a humid evening, the air was so heavy condensation left droplets on her skin. Aquina sat in a sleeveless Tee shirt and shorts, waiting. She was already tall and muscular, but thin.

Dawkins had put his hands around her throat again last night. He had fucked her and sold her on the street and she understood that; but he could not threaten her. He had done it two months ago and she had sworn then; never again.

And so she waited, a steak knife under her thigh. She heard him come in. He was having trouble with the lock; good, that meant he had probably been drinking; he would be less able to deal with…surprises.

Dawkins stumbled up the stairs, half a bottle of wine in one hand. He fell into the room and then noticed Aquina there.

“Yo, Bitch, what you AT!?” he snarled, from his knees.

Aquina did not answer, she simply sat and waited.

Dawkins clambered unsteadily to his feet. He was not a big man. And seeing him on his knees, he looked…even less.

“Fuck’n’…whore…what you doin’? …say sumpin’, Bitch.” He was on his feet and coming toward her. Aquina waited, waited, controlling her breathing, preparing herself, putting her mind on auto-pilot. Suddenly he was on her, his fetid breath in her face, hands to her throat; and then she moved.

Almost as if she were watching a movie, she saw a hand come up, the shiny blade of a knife gleaming in its grasp, before it embedded itself in the man’s chest; all six inches, up and in. Dawkins froze, a look of bewilderment on his unshaven face. His hands relaxed, and Aquina pulled the knife out and slid off the chair.

“Uuunnggh…you…uh!” Dawkins blurted, grabbing her right arm. Aquina switched the knife to her left hand and drove it savagely into Dawkins back, through muscle and ribs right into his lungs. Dawkins fell to the grimy wooden floor, blood was already coming out of his nose and dribbling out of the corner of his mouth. His eyes were open but unfocused. He was still breathing, but it wouldn’t be for long.

Aquina sprang to the doorway of his sleeping area and entered, ripped up a floor board and took out his stash: four hundred in cash and a baggie of pills.

‘His life savings’ Aquina thought, and began to laugh, the beginning of hysterics, before she regained control and remembered her plan. Quickly she was up and out and finding the old bike she had stashed and then off through dark, back streets to an address she had memorized and chanted to herself like a prayer.

Two hours later when Sanders McHugh’s BMW pulled up in front of his place on Sunrise Dr., he noticed a figure slouched against the side of his building, and when the figure stood, he recognized it to be the young street hooker named Aquina; the one he had given his card to.

“I need your help,” she said, looking up at him.

That face, he thought once again, fu-uck. “Sure Doll, let’s get inside.”

“I’ve killed Dawkins,” she stated, without emotion, like you might say ‘I was at a movie’.

“You’ve killed…”

“…Dawkins, stabbed him, and ran. Help me.” And then she had her arms around his neck; but she still wasn’t crying; just holding on.

All this came flooding back to Aquina as she stood on the step waiting for Sanders to arrive. The disgusting Dale Dzyuba was here already; he had started pawing Heather thirty seconds after coming in. And Bob ‘Gus’ Gusbertson, two-term Ward 3 Councillor. He had a big smile on his face as Mindi sat on his knee and laughed at his jokes. His hand ran casually up to her thigh.

These two girls were in their black party dresses. Kate and Anna were wearing red dresses, with no underwear. Dzyuba and Gusbertson had been told the house rule for tonight; red dresses could be fucked; black could be fondled. You could tell by their eyes they wanted to do both to all.

Aquina saw the big car approaching from a distance; a Lincoln, black, as large as cars were made these days. When it stopped in front of their place, the driver’s door opened briefly, then closed, before Sanders came out the back door without assistance. He didn’t want a fuss in this middle-class neighborhood.

As he approached, a smile began to spread across his meaty but still attractive face. He has changed, Aquina thought, but then, so have we all.

Stopping in front of her, he stared and then shook his head. “My God, Baby-girl, you are more beautiful than I remember. Look at you; what the f…” But she cut him off, hugging him, just like she had fifteen years ago.

“Oh babe, it’s so good to see you,” she whispered into his ear.


With the five K limit, the players were not encouraged to go ‘all in’ or for the ‘big score’, but to work the game pot by pot, and since all four men were decent players it ended up being an interesting and competitive night. It was agreed that if there was no clear winner the game would end at midnight; it was five to, and Gusbertson let out a shout; he had won the last pot.

The councillor was the biggest winner, being up thirty-eight hundred, to which McHugh dryly observed, “Yeah, it figures, politicians walking out with our money in their pockets.”

Gusbertson laughed and replied, “You know Sanders, that we’re always very careful with your tax money. ‘Course, in your case, we usually don’t get much.”

“Yeah,” Dzyuba chimed in, “They’re too busy squeezin’ it outta little guys like us, dat’s for sure.”

Without a lot of discussion, the clean up began. Gusbertson, who had had his hand up everyone’s dresses throughout the night, now headed down the hall with Kate, who had given Aquina at least one long ‘look’ that evening.

Dzyuba tried to haul Heather off, but was blocked by Aquina. “You know the rules, Captain.”

“I don’t plan on bangin’ her, Missy. Just, yu’know.” Dzyuba made a face that he intended would indicate oral sex. Aquina, aware of his hygiene issues, cautiously leaned in a little and said. “Fifteen minutes, and just a blow.”

And then she spoke with Heather. “Just suck this jerk’s dick as quick as you can and get out. I’ll be watching. Any problems, I’m in.”

“Thanks,” she whispered and headed off.

Sanders had gathered his things and was heading for the door. He turned and looked at Aquina, who joined him. “That your boyfriend?” Sanders asked with a head nod toward Brandon.

“Not really,” Aquina replied as they went out the door. She paused there adding, “He’s my partner.”

“Nothing else?”

“I’m not sleeping with him, if that’s what you’re wondering. At least, not yet.” She then looked directly into Sander’s face. “Thank you, Sanders, for… everything. I…I’m sorry, we lost touch…”

(Miami, August 2002)

Sanders was in trouble, Aquina knew that before he gave her the little pistol (My Deuce Deuce, she called it) and told her to stay out of sight.

He had been walking a tight rope for a while, with his criminal and political activities; it was only a matter of time before he seriously pissed off the wrong person.

From her hiding place in a bedroom, Aquina heard the loud voices; two other men; she could tell. She heard Sanders pleading for his life and decided it was now or never. She came out with the .22 gripped in the stance Sanders had taught her and she had practised with; right hand holding, left hand supporting. The large, black man blocking her view, turned; an angry scowl on his face, and raised his huge gun at her.

Without thinking or anything, she pulled her trigger and two holes appeared in the black man’s forehead and he collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. The second man turned her way with a look of surprise, and then began to raise his semi-automatic weapon, but Aquina fired three times, hitting the man in the chest with all three shots; the bullets placed so closely it looked like one large hole.

And then Sanders was by her side, gently removing the gun from her hands and putting an arm around her.

“Holy fuck Aquina, you are…somethin’. Sit down over here.” He had given her a shot of whiskey to drink, which she did, but she hadn’t needed it. Not then, anyway. The reality of what she had done didn’t hit for a whole day. For the moment she had just sat and stared at the bodies. “You saved my life, kid. You know that, right?”

With that event, Sanders changed. He put his considerable personal talents full into politics, moving finally to a ‘fixer’ role with the state senator, and then made the decision to move to Washington, where a young and former child prostitute would prove a problem in the circles he was now moving in.

But he did not simply abandon Aquina. Although she was initially angry and frustrated by his decisions, he

helped her move north, first to Buffalo, where he paid for her room at a boarding house, had her enroll in night classes where she worked to finish her high school diploma, and where a funny thing happened. Aquina proved to be an excellent, no, an outstanding, student. Always a good reader, even living on the street, she now found that she also loved math. Devoured it.

She was the youngest student in the group which included people in their twenties and even immigrants in their thirties. By the end of the first session, students were coming to her for help. She was very, very good, graduating in two years with honors and a small scholarship, which, when added to the twenty-five grand Sanders had set aside for her college, allowed her to complete a degree in business administration, at age twenty-two.

It was after that that things went south, figuratively, for her; she actually moved west, following Sanders. Then Aquina decided to pursue the quick money that working with certain…individuals…would give her, and Sanders had told her he could not support that. And that was that. They had stopped communicating. It had been almost eight years since they had spoken.

Until she decided to send him a note. And now, here they were.


“I made my decisions, and I know now they were not all the right ones. I should have listened to you. I should have come back to you…”

He held her and listened. “Hey, Baby-girl, we all gotta live. We all gotta stand on our own. But that don’t change nuthin’ that matters. I wouldn’t be standing here at all, if not for you. Everything else is just…shit. It don’t matter.”

He looked at her, almost tenderly. As tenderly as he could, anyway.

She leaned into him again, murmuring, “But, I’ve got to ask it, what do you want? I want something, and I know how this works.” She straightened up and looked at him; he had a little smile on his lips. “There’s always an ‘ask’, so level with me.”

Sanders continued to just look at her for a moment before beginning, “Ah, that’s my girl; always direct and no nonsense. That’s why we were a good team; neither one of us likes bullshit. So yeah, there’s an ‘ask’, a big one, but then I have something sweet for you. And your…partner.”


The slave girls, including even Melissa, who had changed quite remarkably in a week, had cleared away the breakfast dishes and vacuumed floors and swept up and now were sitting, naked, downstairs on the couch. They all had ankle ‘bracelets’ that would restrict any movement beyond small steps, but none of them had any intention to leave for the present; but one never knows. Right now, they were watching a movie.

As Aquina pointed out, slaves were worse than pets as a full time job. She needed to talk with Brandon and couldn’t be dealing with the women at the same time. Eric was at his place, Kevin was still asleep and Jake had now been ‘A.W.O.L.’ for two days. So this was it for the girls; something to keep them busy, like five-year-olds; but since Anna hadn’t watched a movie in years, and Kate and Melissa enjoyed the break, it was all okay; for now.

Aquina did have another possible ‘client’ for Melissa, and she would be following up with that later.

For now, Aquina and Brandon were sitting again in the little kitchen nook and she was filling him in on what Sanders had to offer; and what he wanted in return. It was, of course, complicated.

What it boiled down to was that he needed inside help to track down where his daughter was being held and why she had not been processed for bail. Then he wanted her to have a bail hearing that he (or his lawyer) could attend; that was it.

In exchange for their help, he would offer the group, and then just the two of them separately, two blue-chip real-estate deals that would bring in decent money. The first, smaller deal would be offered to the group  together. The other would be strictly for Aquina and ‘her partner’.

One deal would need eighty grand to get in and likely pay three hundred ‘large’, as Sanders said. The bigger deal on the other hand, would require a quarter million buy in; but would pay back at least double that; this Sanders guaranteed, and he did not bullshit.

Brandon sipped his coffee and listened, occasionally asking a question, but being very reserved for the most part, almost preoccupied, considering what Aquina was telling him. Finally he spoke, but it was not a question Aquina was expecting, right then anyway.

“So, what’s the deal between you and Sanders,” he sipped his coffee again, not looking at her. Aquina decided right then in that moment to give Brandon the whole story; and she did. How she met Sanders, what she did to Dawkins, how she killed two men to save Sander’s life, how he had helped her financially, how they had gone separate ways, and now, how they had got back in touch.

Brandon sat in silence for a while. It was a lot to process. “Wow. I knew you were a bad ass, A., but…three notches on your belt…“

“That you know of…” she smiled.

He shook his head, “Yeah, right…well, I don’t have any, yet.” He finished his coffee, and visibly took a breath. “Do you, love him?”

It was her turn to sit for a moment in silence. “Yes, I do…now,” she said, “but not like you think. I love him like a…father I guess. He means a lot to me. He is only one of two people to ever care about me and help me; with no strings attached (he hadn’t ever asked for sex from her, as attractive as he found her, he couldn’t, keeping her at a distance instead. It was Aquina who was the one that was more than willing, back then.)

She got up and moved to the sink; Brandon now focused on the plan. “So, how the hell do we get two hundred and fifty thou? You got a stash in your mattress?”


Jake sat in the dark; it was early morning but the blinds were drawn. He had slept in the chair all night; drinking and then falling asleep. He knew he needed to make up his mind; either go along with Brandon and his snotty, know-it-all bitch girlfriend, or cut ties and go on his way, alone. He had no doubt about what Eric and Kevin would do; they were Brandon’s brother and cousin after all. No, Jake would be on his own.

Or not. Even in his resentment, he could see opportunities; but could he put up with this crap; with being the guy taking orders? They had his wife, and her sister, who he had lured, and now wasn’t even allowed to see. What. The. Fuck?

No, something would have to change, but he needed to keep things cool; this could blow up in his face. If he wanted his revenge, he needed patience. He got up to get changed and go to the house; at least those bitches could make him coffee and breakfast, the way things were supposed to work.


“Hold that thought,” Aquina replied to Brandon as she headed downstairs, checked on the ‘girls’ and then returned. “Okay, I don’t have that much scratch, but I do have twenty-five G’s and so do you, separate from the boys. We need two-hundred more…and I do have, an idea; maybe even a plan. But let’s get the others up to speed on this smaller investment; that is something that can be completed now.”

“We actually have that much?”  

“We can scrape together eighty; it will be close. But Sanders has already said he would buy out our share right away; meaning we wouldn’t have to wait long for our return. But, nothing happens without the info on his daughter.”

“And your plan for that…?”

She looked at him again with a little smile on her face. “Our little lawyer friend, Abrahamson. He works under the First Assistant DA.’s office of this county. I’ve got to believe this is info he could find out. I’ve invited him over for tonight…”

“Then let’s hold off telling the others anything until this is clearer…” Brandon added.

Aquina was just about to reply, when the door opened  and the hulking form of Jake Tucker entered.


Adam Abrahmson looked in the mirror at his reflection; it was a continual source of annoyance to him that he looked, maybe, twenty; he was twenty-nine years old. It seemed to him that no one reacted to him as if he was that, old, and that no one seemed to take him seriously, or actually even, really, notice him at all.

He was one of those people who could be in a room, and leave, and it would register on no one. Abrahmson knew dealing with this group of dirty cops that he had stumbled upon was a bad idea; but he liked it. He liked it. It made him feel, just for a little while, like he mattered.

And he especially liked being with that one slave girl, well, slave woman. She seemed like a frightened deer, but she sucked his cock the way he had always dreamed a woman would. When she was on her knees sucking him, gently running her tongue up and down his shaft, the world literally stood still for him.

That image, her head going up and down, her tongue snaking around his cock, would drift in and out of his mind throughout the day. The feeling he had after climaxing with her was like a drug. Way better even than cocaine, which he was actually frightened of. And he would see her again tonight; the beautiful Aquina had promised him.

He looked again at his image in the mirror and smiled, “You lucky son of a bitch,” he announced to himself.

 (End of Chapter 09)

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A House of Slaves by LongDarkRoad Chapter 8 Debts

A House of Slaves 

Chapter 08  Debts (I know. A true innocent.)

In his office, a large corner suite on the forty-second floor, Sanders McHugh looked again at the note from…Aquina. My God, he thought, has it really been as long as that? Where the hell does the time go? Aquina. The name, after all these years, and all these women, still sent a shudder through him. He smiled, ruefully. My God how he had desired her, even after finding out how (really) young she was. But something had changed; something that had made him look at her as more than just a (very beautiful) sexual quest.

Miss Claire Daniels, after a quick wrap on the open door, entered, looking as efficient and enticing as always. She glanced at her boss, who seemed to be deep in thought, and approached the massive mahogany desk with respect, a natural trait, a smile lighting up her very attractive face; long, blonde hair cascading down to her shoulders. Her desire, she noted to herself, would be to go to her knees, but her boss had not indicated that (yet).

Even after becoming a regular sex partner of his less than a month ago, the man was still very intimidating to her, which she found arousing. In the bedroom he liked certain…things, and she was…learning. But in his office, he wasn’t keen on showing any signs of their intimacy. “Business is business, Doll,” he’d stated.

Daniels regarded him now; his sleek, coiffured hair, greying at the temples, but still thick and luxuriant, was combed back, to her, like the gangsters in the movies. Despite his success, McHugh still looked a lot like a gangster. His rugged, meaty face with its massive square jaw, his hooded eyes; which always seemed to be sizing someone up, gave that impression.

Even his now immaculately manicured hands still had the look of a prize fighter about them, although McHugh had not needed to use them for that for…at least a decade. Since he had been, what, still in his thirties?

Yes. Since Aquina, actually.

“Sir,” Miss Daniels ventured cautiously.

McHugh turned to face his very attractive assistant. He liked his assistants a certain way: female, young, attractive and efficient; in the office and in the bedroom. He took in the substantial curve of her breasts, and the roundness of her hips; set off nicely with the tailored skirt she was wearing. He also liked his women to dress well; to have good figures and to show those figures off. He was a feminist’s worst nightmare.

Miss Daniels was the complete package and he was very satisfied.

“Yes, Doll?” he asked, placing Aquina’s note face down.

“I have the address for your…um, engagement, Friday evening, and I have ordered Hawkes to bring the car for you at eight. Which residence, Sir?”

The two chatted briefly and then Daniels, with a quick glance at the man, left. With a final look at the note, McHugh slipped it into his pocket. Moving a file, he looked then at the photo of a girl; late teens. Pretty, not beautiful. Even in the picture though, there was a sadness in the eyes.

His daughter, well, a daughter. Issue of a ‘one-nighter’ with one of his staff. Never publically acknowledged, McHugh had kept track, sending money, monitoring, until the mother died and the girl drifted around. Now, she had been arrested on some charge; withholding evidence or some odd thing.

The charge had not gone away, despite his efforts so far. It would need a little…more, of whatever ‘grease’ was necessary.

Well, he thought as he rubbed his chin, maybe Aquina.

It would be great to see her; and she always was a fixer of sorts.


Thursday morning, and Aquina was out early as this would be a busy day. First task was to pick up Mindi, then take her to the apartment and check out the clothes and everything for Friday night. And then there would be a trip to…Mrs. Belvedere.

‘Belvedere’ was not her real name; it had been what Aquina took to be a joke between two friends that she had chanced to overhear. That was eight years ago, and Aquina (and many others it turned out) called her that. The intimate circle of women that gathered around ‘Belvedere’, all married and prominent socially, and all bi, used the name as a kind of code.

Aquina, not totally sure of all that the woman was involved in, had been very useful to ‘Mrs. B.’ in the past; particularly in finding the kind of young woman that the lady preferred; but it had been a while.

It was time to introduce Melissa to her.

Last night there had been a domestic stabbing that Brandon and Jake had been sent to which had tied them up late. Eric and Kevin had stayed out drinking and going over the day’s events, and had not returned to the house, so the slave girls had enjoyed another quiet night; and Melissa had again escaped having to face her malevolent brother-in-law.

With Aquina’s plan, she might not need to serve him much at all; if ever. Aquina pulled up in front of an apartment building with Mindi waiting, sitting on a step with her meager bag of stuff. She piled in and off they went.


“So, no, boys, I knew nothin’ of dat set-up for sure, but I got the word that you fellas handled it well. That’s my boys.” Dzyuba beamed, a crooked smile plastered on his craggy face, at the two officers sitting across from him. Jake and Brandon were both bleary-eyed from their late night, but they wanted to hear what their captain knew, first-hand, and so needed to be here.  

“Thanks, Captain. Good to know. Just wondering…IA keeps everybody in the dark, is that it?” Brandon asked.

Dzyuba dragged a bony index finger across his jaw, nodding. “Yep, dat’s how she goes. D’ose boys keep ev’ry t’ing in, yuh know. Never tell me, dat’s for damn sure.”

He grinned that idiotic smile once again (Brandon wondered if the man knew how goofy he looked when he did that?) then asked, “So, ev’ry t’ings good for tomorrow?”

Jake glanced at Brandon, who answered. “Yeah, it’s good. We’re playing five-card draw with a game cap of five thousand. Aquina has lined up a couple of guys, and Kevin will be the fourth. Ever heard of a…Sanders McHugh?”

Dzyuba’s shaggy eyebrows lifted up toward his hairline. “McHugh. No shit? Dat’s sumpin’, for sure. Shit; dat’s the reason for the cap. Dat guy could buy us all with his pocket cash. Shit.” And he rubbed his grizzled chin aggressively.

Jake and Brandon exchanged a look.


Mindi, like Heather, looked very young in her black party dress with black, thigh-high nylons and a tiny black thong that barely contained the girl’s equally tiny pussy lips. She was essentially shaved, except for a thin strip of dark pubic hair extending from the top of her slit about three inches towards her belly button.

Neither of the girls had piercings or tattoos, which was unusual considering their lifestyles. Body piercings and tattoos were a give-away to age. Under age sixteen, girls could have ears or eyebrows pierced but nipples, navels and especially labia were another matter. Having both these ‘girls’ clean, definitely helped with their youthful image.

Aquina spent a little time with them discussing  behavior and expectations as well as when to be ready etcetera and then she headed off. She needed to get Melissa.


Once away from the captain, Jake and Brandon found a quiet corner across from the storage area. “Okay,” Jake said, still gruff sounding even in a whisper. “You were right. Now what? Whadd’ya think?”

Brandon considered his response for a moment. In his mind, Aquina’s warnings about his old buddy were starting to make sense. Jake was a loose cannon; and this wasn’t high school anymore.

“I think we need to watch ourselves. I think Aquina was right, our…successes, have brought attention on us. Who knows…” He looked straight at Jake, “if one of the dealers who got tagged talked? Who knows who’s watching us? Maybe nobody, fine. But maybe somebody. We need to cool things for a bit; play it straight, smart, by the rules.”

Jake snorted. Brandon looked at him, “What’s that for?”

“Oh, nothin’…ol’ buddy. But it seems like you’ve become very…like, cautious hey, since meeting your gal pal.”

Brandon paused again, feeling a quick anger rising, before spitting out, “Use your fucking head for once Jake. This isn’t some high school competition, and Aquina has way more knowledge than me or you on all this shit. You keep thinking you’re the boss of everything and you’ll have a problem. We have an opportunity here, and Aquina has been right so far. So yeah, I’m listening to her. And so would you, if you used half your brain.”

And with that, Brandon headed back to the squad room, Jake watching him leave with that dark look on his face, thinking Brandon was turning into a jackass.


Her maid having informed her of visitors, ‘Mrs. Belvedere’, whose (real) first name was Olivia, stood, smoothing her tailored, wool skirt. Almost sixty, she was still slim, with a hint of grey showing on her soft, light brown hair. She was a very feminine looking woman with soft, delicate hands enhanced by manicured, painted nails. She wore an expensive cashmere sweater over lingerie that would raise eyebrows in the staid, social circles she travelled in.

Her closest girl-friends had seen her ‘nearly-nude’ black bras with openings for her nipples, and the black lace crotch-less panties she preferred. They also knew of her large collection of strap-on dildos; she considered herself something of an expert on the subject; and often amused herself with the thought of suddenly whipping one out in the middle of some fund-raising event, or whatever.

She never would of course, because she was an elegant, late middle-aged, wealthy woman. On the surface. She had for years carefully guarded the secret that beneath that exterior lived an entirely different animal, one with ravenous tastes for attractive, young and innocent women; as well as other things.

Olivia came into the tiled entrance area and saw Aquina; always very attractive, but never innocent, so someone she had not pursued; standing beside an equally attractive younger woman. This one was much, much more to Olivia’s tastes. Taller than average with a wonderful body, barely concealed now beneath a simple calico shirt and jeans; brown/blonde, shoulder-length hair framed the face of an angel.

“Aquina!” Olivia announced warmly, embracing the slightly taller woman and kissing her cheeks, European-style.

“Mrs. Belvedere, how good to see you again. You are looking wonderful,” Aquina responded, kissing the older woman’s cheeks in turn.

“Please, step this way,” Olivia indicated the room she had just left. Soon they were seated and sipping delicious coffee, sharing small talk. For Melissa, it was slightly surreal, this bit of normalcy suddenly injected into the bizarre week she was living. She wondered, what if I just got up and walked out? She could, she mused, but then…

Was this ‘Mrs. Belvedere’ part of her captor’s world? Aquina had explained how this situation could go for her; this could be a much more pleasant alternative to Jake and the boys. And of course, what would she do once or if she escaped? She had no I.D., no phone, no money. The first thing some helpful stranger would likely do would be to call the police; and then what? The ‘boys’ would undoubtedly hear and then it would get messy.

Or Aquina would just grab her and man-handle her back; she was certainly capable of that. And if she escaped from her, Aquina would no longer be in charge; likely Jake would be. Her life, sadly, could become worse! Much worse, actually.

No, it was nice to fantasise about her freedom, but the reality was much different. She needed to work with Aquina; she would be her best hope. And besides, and amazingly, Melissa liked the woman…a lot. Much more than anyone she had ever known, so running away from Aquina right now made no sense. Melissa came back to reality and realized both women were looking at her. She smiled, not sure what she had missed.

Aquina picked up the conversation. “So, I’m going to leave you two here, to get…better acquainted. Mrs. ‘B.’,” Aquina turned to the woman sitting with a small, Sphinx-like smile on her face, “if I may just have a word with our…girl?”

“Of course,” Olivia replied, rising. “I have a couple of things to attend to; back in a moment. You can show yourself out, my dear?” And she caressed Aquina’s forearm.

“No worries, Mrs. B. I’ll call you later.”

‘Belvedere’ left the room and Aquina took Melissa’s face in both hands. “Okay, so let’s be very clear, my sweet. You are a slave who right now could be on her knees sucking one cock while another fucks you hard from behind. Instead, you are here in a lovely home with a gracious and generous woman who happens to like young women like you.

If this goes well, it might be what you do for a while. If you mess this up, if Mrs. Belvedere is unhappy with you, then I’m done. Then Jake and the boys can have you and do whatever they want. That will be your life. Are you clear on this?”

“Ye-yes, Aq…um, Mistress. I am clear.” Melissa needed to look away from Aquina’s blinding stare.

She continued with her warning. “You do whatever she wants; just relax and let this happen. She is a very experienced lover; you could do much, much worse. I am doing this for you and definitely against Jake; I need you to know this.” With that, Aquina leaned in and kissed Melissa long and hard, sucking on her lips as they parted. “Do not let me down, my sweet girl.”

Aquina then rose and walked briskly out, leaving Melissa alone in silence in the finely appointed living room, with its expensive carpet, gilded paintings and fine Louis XV furniture. After a moment, a door at one end of the room opened, and Mrs. Belvedere entered, no longer wearing her sweater or skirt. She marched straight toward Melissa with a sly smile on her face and a short whip in one hand.


Sanders McHugh stood looking out the window of his office again. He liked views and he liked heights. He took a sip of his drink; soda with a slice of lemon, Ms. Daniel’s suggestion (he now waited until evening for his bourbon) and thought a little more on the information he had just received.

He had checked up on Aquina’s police connections and was happy to hear that the prosecuting attorney dealing with his daughter Moira, part of the Felony Trial Courts, was in the same county as the officers. That could make things easier. As he was pondering, Claire Daniels entered and glided softly over to him.

“Anything you need, sir?”

“Hmmmn? No, thank you gorgeous, I’m good.”

She stood for a moment, considering, and then she reached up to kiss his cheek.

“Thanks, Doll. But not in front of the window.”

“Sorry, sir,” she murmured, glancing down.


Melissa was kneeling in front of the chair Mrs. Belvedere was now seated on. The older woman’s legs were open and Melissa was looking, as she had been ordered, directly into the woman’s sex, which was shaved and neat, the labia being small, almost youthful. What was startling, to Melissa, was the diamond stud that decorated one outer lip; Melissa had never seen any pussy decoration and would not have expected this, older, woman certainly to have any.

Melissa was naked, Mrs. B. having taken her time in undressing her, commenting all the while on the parts as they were uncovered. “Mmmm, delightful breasts, delightful; these nipples are, extraordinary. I must taste these. Mmmmmm.”

“Oh, my God, this pussy is absolutely divine; Aquina did not exaggerate. Turn around, turn around, I must see this ass. Oh my lord, it is perfection. Please excuse me…” At this point Mrs. B. had delivered a solid smack to one cheek, causing Melissa to jump. As soon as she had administered the slap, Mrs. B. fondled Melissa’s ass, putting her on all fours to better explore her, with the young woman reminding herself of what Aquina had said; accept this and things could improve.

And, amazing to her, now that she had tasted desire and arousal, she enjoyed this, even with her resentment at being held against her will.

Mrs. B, at this point, considered using her whip, a riding crop actually, but then changed her mind. Instead, she spread Melissa’s ass cheeks, stretching them as wide as possible, before bringing Melissa’s hands around to hold them apart, Melissa focusing on the arousal not the humiliation. Belvedere inserted the handle of the crop a couple of inches into Melissa’s ass, noting the resistance (as well as the increased and rapid breathing) and how Melissa clenched to deny this intrusion; a natural reaction from an inexperienced girl.

Removing the handle and kneeling behind her, Belvedere slowly licked Melissa from her pussy up to her asshole and back, several times, before plunging her tongue into the brown opening, with Melissa gasping and jerking in response. After sucking there for a minute she stood and brought Melissa over to the couch. Belvedere then opened up a silver box, removing something from it which she placed between her lips, lighting it with a decorative silver lighter; the kind one rarely sees on coffee tables anymore.

Belvedere sucked deeply on the joint, a pungent, almost gasoline-like aroma coming from it. Holding the smoke deep for a moment, she let it out before passing the joint to Melissa, saying, “Kona Gold; you must try some.”

Melissa, who had never smoked anything, especially not marijuana, held the smoking object like it would explode. Belvedere guided it to Melissa’s lips, forcing her to suck. Melissa coughed and sputtered, but did manage to take in a little of the smoke. Belvedere had her do it again and again until the roach was too small to be held.

Belvedere then lit up another, inhaling deeply again, before having Melissa take some more. Although she coughed each time, Melissa was managing to keep more of the smoke within her, and now began to feel…very odd. A kind of…floating feeling, a euphoria, starting in her brain, spread throughout her. She leaned back against the cushions, a small giggle escaped her lips, which for some reason Mrs. B. found hilarious.

Belvedere now turned Melissa’s head to her and they kissed; deeply, tenderly, sweetly. Mrs. B.’s tongue explored Melissa’s lips, her mouth, her tongue, even her nostrils. She licked the eyes and ran her tongue down the side of Melissa’s face.

Sliding off the couch, the older woman produced some straps from somewhere, and proceeded to bind Melissa with her legs spread obscenely wide and her wrists tied with the strap around her thighs. The young woman simply allowed something being done to her that even a few days ago she would have fought strongly against.

Kneeling before her, Belvedere began to slowly lick and suck at Melissa’s open pussy, pulling and biting softly on the lips, nibbling the fleshy area around the clitoris and then the bud itself, proclaiming wonder at its size.

For her part, Melissa could do no more now than lie back and moan, as waves of pleasure coursed through her; she was a traveller in a foreign land, allowing herself to be led by an experienced guide.

Twenty-five minutes and two orgasms later, Mrs. B. let Melissa rest, briefly. She left the room and returned with something she placed on the floor beside the couch. A moment later, the maid who had greeted them when they arrived, entered carrying a tray with a decanter and two glasses.

“Thank you, Maria, please just set it there.” After the tray was placed, Olivia said, “Would you like to join us.” To this point, Maria had not seemed at all surprised or embarrassed by the sight of a naked woman tied spread as she was on the couch. She now turned to look at her more intently.

“She is very beautiful,“ Maria murmured, her voice carrying a hint of a Jamaican accent.

“Yes, please join us. I would like to see the two of you. But please pour the Manzanilla.”

Maria filled the two small glasses with the sherry and offered one to Olivia. She took the other to the figure on the couch, and cradling Melissa’s head, helped her sip it, encouraging her to empty the glass. Maria then stood and, with a few quick movements, removed her apron and dress. She was wearing nothing underneath, and her light brown body was slim and muscular, with generous thirty-six-C breasts, and a thick bush of dark black hair spreading over her pubic mound and belly. Her ass was round and firm, and she wiggled it at her boss, both chuckling at her move.

Kneeling on the couch beside Melissa, Maria kissed the woman and played lightly with her nipples, before sliding a long-fingered hand down to Melissa’s crotch, with the labia still swollen from her recent activity. Sliding two fingers into the still-moist opening, she began a stroking rhythm, before suddenly stopping and looking at Mrs. B.

“She’s still intact,” Maria stated, looking with curiosity at the older woman. 

“I know,” Belvedere replied with a slight smile on her face. “A true innocent.”

Maria then noticed the object lying on the floor; a harness with a dildo attached. Mrs. Belvedere apparently had plans for that innocence.


McHugh looked down at the blonde head of the lovely Claire Daniels as it bobbed up and down, sucking his cock. The first time he had presented it to her, she was clearly flustered. Attractive and privileged, her father a successful plastic surgeon, her mother a successful realtor, Claire Daniels had grown up surrounded by people wanting to kiss her beautiful ass, both literally and figuratively, at least by the time she reached high school and began dating.

She had not needed to (or wanted to) suck many cocks. There had only been two, as a matter of fact, and her efforts were not, she would admit, either competent or inspired, the memories of the incidents long forgotten.

How she had ended up with someone like Sanders McHugh was a long story, but she liked being with him. She was excited when he had first made advances to her, and she wanted to please him; well aware that he was already married to wife number three. And yes, she thought now and then of how it might be to become wife number four, but that wasn’t her intent. He was a powerful man and she felt good being with him, seeing to his needs. All of them, now.

In order to handle the sexual tasks, she had found, with McHugh’s guidance, internet sites with clips of women being wonderful cock-suckers. She had studied them, enjoying it much more than she would have guessed, and now she was intent on showing her boss that she was a good learner. She had always been someone eager to please, receptive of praise; and, she enjoyed being on her knees for this man.

McHugh now watched her luscious red lips inhale his erection, and her lovely long, pink tongue paint the shaft of his cock with her saliva. He watched her lovingly kiss and nuzzle his shaved balls; and he felt his impending climax and he rested his head back.

Claire was not yet at the point where she would accept him coming in her mouth, so she had tissues ready. Attractive, dedicated…and efficient; she was the complete package.

McHugh groaned with pleasure as his orgasm exploded into Claire Daniel’s tissued-hands, and she looked up into his face, his eyes closed and his mouth open in a gratified smile, and she laughed with delight, feeling a wondrous surge of desire.

(End of Chapter 08)

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A House of Slaves by LongDarkRoad Chapter 7 Decisions

A House of Slaves 

Chapter 07 Decisions (But then we’re done)

Brandon and Jake were riding together today; it had been a while, and they were heading quickly south on the Ryan Daniels Expressway; they’d just had a hot tip from a reliable source about a drug house with money, drugs and weapons on site. They had tried to reach Kevin or Eric but had had no luck, so they decided to do this one on their own. Turning west now on sixty-third street, they entered the Garfield Heights district; an area people tended to avoid at night, but even by day it was sketchy.

They rolled down one block with three boarded up houses and then saw their target house. They drove around back and parked two houses away. As they had been warned, there was a large dog in the back; but they had come  prepared and threw a large slab of hamburger the dog’s way, before climbing over the fence and going up the back stairs.

Brandon called dispatch with the address then, requesting back-up. Looking at each other, blood pounding in their veins, they counted to three and then kicked in the door and entered rapidly, guns drawn and right into the main living area. One suspect turned rapidly near the stairs, but with both guns on him, he dropped. Above them, they heard the unmistakeable squeak of movement on wooden floors.

Cuffing the first guy, they called out who they were and that they would be up with guns firing in ten seconds if whoever was there did not come out.

A handgun rattled down the stairs a moment later and a “Don’t shoot, I’m comin’,” followed, and then a second suspect emerged, hands above his head. Both males were black and in their early twenties.

Once he was secured, the two officers turned to look at the stash, and it was as promised. But for some reason, Brandon hesitated and gave Jake a nudge and a look. Turning toward the kitchen, Jake hissed, “What the fuck…?”

Brandon spoke in a low, intense whisper, “I think this is a trap. Take nothing.”

“Oh for Christ’s sake…”

“Nothing…” Brandon spat the word out the side of his mouth. He then went over and stood by the haul, Jake glaring daggers at him. He called dispatch again, with the news that money, drugs and guns had been seized.

A few minutes after he clicked off, three men walked in. One man Brandon recognized as a District Supervisor; the second he did not know, but the third man was Clem Ridgeback, a top IA officer. Moments later, two uniformed officers Brandon did not know also entered.

The District Supervisor walked to the stash and looked over the collection, then he spoke. “That’s all fellows. You two can head back to your unit; we’ll take it from here.”

When they got close to their vehicle, Jake asked in his usual gruff voice, “How the hell did you know?”

Brandon paused with his hand on the handle; there were beads of sweat on his brow. “It just seemed too neat and easy. But the bigger question is, just what the hell do they know?”


Kevin met Julio in the alley, careful that there were no cameras; although in this part of town cameras had a funny way of ‘breaking down’. Kevin had spotted the young man coming out of a known dealer’s house and had followed him. Julio looked nervous and Kevin was interested in why.

Pressing one hand to his chest, Kevin backed Julio against a wall; a dumpster was to his right and a dead end to the left. “Julio, what’s up…bro’?”

“Hey Kev, my man. Di’nt expect to see you here, in my kingdom, you know?” Julio laughed, in a way.

“I don’t think you have a kingdom, Julio. Doood. Sorry to break it to you.”

Julio smiled. He had perfect, white teeth. “Okay, then. Officer Riggs. Why are we chopping, then? Here. In an alley, like?”

“You, Julio. You. You look…busy and…nervous. I’m interested in you; and I haven’t heard anything from you in a while. I’m starting to think we aren’t ‘bros, like, no, mo’.” Kevin smiled at his little joke. “I warned you a while back that I needed one more hot tip from you, but it looks like you might need some more remindin’, like this…”

Riggs brought his knee up hard, directly into Julio’s groin. The slim man went down quickly, and got into a ball. It was apparently true what they said about Julio; he was a lover, not a fighter.

Riggs lifted the man up, and he spluttered, “Okay. Okay. Chill, man, Chill. C’mon, we’re cool. Fuck, what’s wi’ dat? Holy shit…” Julio looked up at Kevin through a grimace. “Look, I’ll give you hot, like, super-hot, like Nova…but, then we’re done, yeah?”

Kevin regarded the brown face. “Yeah, yeah I get it. Done. An address, man, an address.”

Three minutes later Kevin was headed to a block of older apartments on the south side. He thought about calling the boys but decided that maybe it was time Kevin Riggs showed his stuff. Just last week he had overheard a comment in the squad room along the lines of ‘Eric and Kevin, Brandon’s little bitches’. Well, thought Kevin, we’ll see about that.

Ten minutes more and he had pulled up in front of the apartments; all had seen better days, long, long ago. Kevin was glad that he wasn’t driving a regular squad car today, but an unmarked Ford instead. Less attention the better, he figured. Still, he decided to park in the back.

The number Julio had given him was two-oh-seven. Not surprisingly, the ground floor entrance was unlocked. Kevin moved quickly and as quietly as he could to the second floor and down the hall. Outside of the room he needed to pause and take some deep breaths; his heart was racing and he could actually feel the blood pounding in his right temple. He stood up and steadied himself.

Then, in one quick move, he kicked open the door and rushed in, gun drawn. The single, young Hispanic male looked up in alarm and then made a move for the gun sitting on the end of the crate that was serving as a coffee table.

“Don’t even think about it,” Kevin yelled, and the two young men now stared each other down.



“We’re alone, you can call me Aquina.”

Melissa looked up.

Aquina noted that the darker roots of her captive’s hair were just starting to emerge, but that didn’t matter in the least to her appearance. It would take a lot to spoil this beauty. Even with what she had endured the last couple of days, Melissa still looked enchanting. She had one of those faces you see in magazines; perfect nose, full, pouty, inviting lips, perfect cheek-bones, compelling grey-green eyes, with her shoulder-length hair framing it off.

And then her body; it was simply perfection. She would admit if one asked that she really did nothing to keep herself in any shape, apart from jogging, and even that she did only when she felt like it. Melissa’s body, at age twenty-two, was a gift of nature. Aquina again felt emotions stirring in her; this woman was special.

“A-Aquina, may I ask a question?”

Aquina was seated on the edge of her bed, Melissa kneeling on the floor beside the bed and facing her. She held her collar in her hand. Aquina bent forward and kissed Melissa’s face, then each eye, then her mouth, running her tongue over those pouty lips, until Melissa reached up a hand and touched Aquina’s face,

the woman then straightening up.

“Yes, you may ask your question.” She smiled.

Melissa was looking down again. “Wh-what will happen…to me?”

Aquina sat still. The question did not surprise her; on the contrary, she was expecting it. Why not? You’re kidnapped, you want to know the kidnapper’s plans. Unfortunately, no one really knew Jake’s plan.

Keeping someone a prisoner was hard work; a steady, full time job. Jake might have been able to keep Anna imprisoned, but she was his wife and totally submissive; and he had still grown tired of that. And she didn’t even try to escape, as she had confided to her…mistress.

On the other hand, Aquina knew now that Kate’s mind was already working, looking for a weak spot, or maybe just giving up. And now Melissa; what were they to do with her? Instead of answering, Aquina brought Melissa up to the bed and undid the ropes on her wrists. She pushed her down so Melissa’s head was on the pillow, then shoved her legs apart and knelt between them, never taking her eyes from that lovely face.

Lifting up, Aquina removed her own slacks and panties, then brought Melissa’s hands together over her head before lying down, with her own clitoris positioned directly on top of Melissa’s generous, fleshy hood. She smiled down at her.


“Blam”, Kevin didn’t expect the guy to move so quickly, he got off a shot and it hit Kevin’s shoulder, spinning him to the left.

No, thought Kevin, not like that.

The dealer made a move for his gun, but Kevin, with his excellent work on the gun range, levelled his weapon and put the bullet ‘Blam!” right between the eyes.

Yeah, that was a better version, although luckily for the young male riding in the back of the vehicle, neither were what happened. As Kevin drove the man to the bus station he just had some fun playing out ‘what if’.

Although the dealer wasn’t happy with the deal, Kevin was able to take half the man’s money (about $5800) while leaving the dealer with his dope, gun and his half of the cash. And a ride to the bus station. It may not have exactly been the ‘Nova’ Julio bragged about, but it didn’t hurt the old bank account.

“I better not see you back here,“ Kevin warned as he let the man out.

“Yeah, fuck you, dirty cop,” the man sneered as he headed quickly up the steps to the station entrance.

Kevin laughed. As he drove away his cell buzzed a text message. Scanning it as he drove he was amazed to see info about another drug house; could he have two in one day?


Melissa’s hands were now tied to the headboard. Her moans were growing in volume and intensity as Aquina ran her tongue expertly up and down the inside of Melissa’s labia, pausing occasionally to suck one of the fatty lips into her mouth, all the while maintaining a steady circular stroking of the clit. It had a fleshy hood and the protruding nub, like Melissa’s nipples, was over-sized, looking a lot like a little penis. Aquina sucked and stroked, bringing the woman to the edge of orgasm and then denying her that release.

“Oh, God Mistress. PLEASE!” Melissa wailed. Orgasms in her life so far had been mostly ‘accidental’ and quite mild, not what she was experiencing with this woman.

Aquina briskly slapped one full breast and then the other, before tugging aggressively on the nipples, “Slave Whore can do better than that. What is your name?”

“H-Hmmm-Awww, oh GAWD! Whore. Whore!…oh please please, please, please, Mis-tress. Ahhh-ummmn…”

Aquina could tell by the movements of Melissa’s hips and the amount of fluid coating her inner labia that the woman was very, very close. She moaned in a whining arc of volume, before Aquina paused once again. “And what are you, Whore?”

The words seemed to be just dribbling out of Melissa’s lips in a pathetic whine, “oh…oh, God…oh…please …pleasssse…”

“What ARE you?” Aquina asked again. “Tell me and your release will come.”

“Oh…oh, geez…I…I’m…your…slave. I’m your slave. Your slave, Mistress. PLEASE! AAAAaaaaagaaawwwd!”

Aquina then began a rapid stroking and rubbing of the clitoris as she also fucked the now wet pussy with three fingers of her right hand. Melissa began to buck and writhe; she opened her mouth, and once again, no sounds emerged for a few moments, and then a wail, as her hips rose off the bed and her body convulsed for almost thirty seconds. And then silence, Melissa lying with her eyes closed and her mouth gaping open.

Even then, wondered Aquina, she looked beautiful.


Kevin re-read the message; the house was maybe fifteen minutes away; should he try to contact the boys now? What the hell, he thought, I’m on a roll, and he pushed the accelerator and headed for the address.


Melissa and Aquina lay together on the bed, Melissa’s head resting beside Aquina’s right breast, her forearm across Aquina’s chest and her hand caressing the left breast. Both women had their eyes closed and were resting comfortably in each other’s warmth.

Aquina spoke. “You asked me what was to happen to you.” She paused, feeling the young woman tense. “I explained earlier that your fate rests with these men; but, I can help you; and I want to help you. I will do everything to keep you from being harmed or hurt. But you will need to cooperate with…things. Like earlier, when you sucked that, cock. That man was one of your…captors.”

She was going to say ‘owners’, but felt that was too harsh at this point. And not exactly accurate. So far, Melissa had submitted to some sex, with Aquina’s support. There was no guarantee she would compliantly be their willing whore. How would they deal with someone who fought them? They had a grip on Kate, for now, but clearly that was already slipping. But how far could they push the lovely Melissa?

Having a man-space where they could entertain men or women they wanted to make deals or have connections with, people who could further their careers or help them financially, was one thing, the initial thing, in fact, with some willing women who were paid to be around. A brothel, of sorts.

But keeping someone captive was something else. Having someone willingly whore themselves was a whole different thing again. And then there was the little matter of kidnapping; a serious federal offence.

Aquina really didn’t know where all this slave thing would go. Experienced though she was, Aquina hadn’t known about Anna until move-in time; and Kate was out of the blue.

Now Melissa; well, no one knew about Melissa. Anna and Kate had come wrapped in pretty nice bows, their Captain basically serving Kate up on a platter and Anna already enslaved; but for how long could this, realistically, go on?

What will happen to her…?

One thing Aquina knew, at least as far as was in her power; even as she ensured these women served their masters (it was either that or leave) she promised herself she would fight for them. All of them.

But Melissa was special, for some reason. She was moved even more strongly to keep this woman from harm. Of that, she had no doubt.                     


Kevin had parked his car just south of the address and he was now looking things over. His phone buzzed again; it was Brandon.

“Hey,” he answered.

“Where are you?” Brandon sounded intense.

“Uh, just parked back of a target house; I got…”

“Listen to me; we don’t have much time. Tell me where you are; we’ll come. You can proceed, but I think we are being set up. You’re walking into a sting…”

“But how…”

“Jake and I were targeted earlier; we played it very cool and by the book. IA walked in a little behind us looking for a skim. We hadn’t touched a thing; but I’m afraid we are being watched and now it’s your turn.”

“Well, what the hell; what should I do?”

“You’re there; go in. But watch yourself. Watch yourself! Now where are you?”


Aquina was on her way to pick up Heather and shop for some clothes when her phone rang. The caller was unknown but Brandon used a burner. Answering it, she found it was him, sounding agitated and abrupt.

“Hey, we need to have a meeting tonight. I’ll tell you everything then. Just have the women away when we get home. Gotta go. Sorry.” And then he was gone. Aquina’s curiosity was raised but she could wait; right now she wanted to get Heather ready; Friday night was to be her debut at the house with a targeted client (or two).

Aquina could get this done and still be back before the boys.


Kevin looked around, but could not see any vehicles that might be cops. ‘Was this a set-up?’ ‘Was Brandon being paranoid?’ Kevin moved cautiously up the back stairs of the run-down raised bungalow. If this wasn’t a set-up he could be walking into real trouble; and he was alone. For the second time today, Kevin’s heart was banging furiously in his chest as he reached for the door knob.

The door was unlocked and Kevin entered cautiously. It looked like the place had been divided into suites, or individual rooms; before him was a hallway with several doors facing it. As he stood staring, his phone buzzed another text; this was from the same ‘Unknown’ as earlier and told him, ”second door on the right; knock three quick ones and reply ‘Zack’ when asked.”

Hmmm, maybe more detail than usual, but if Brandon hadn’t warned him he probably wouldn’t be suspicious. His informants had never messed him up yet. Still…

He stood before the door, drew his weapon and again took a slow, deep breath, then knocked; ‘rap, rap, rap’. A moment later a deep voice called from within.


“Zack,” Kevin uttered, as confidently as he could, for a one word statement.


Kevin entered, finding no one in this room, but a sound to his left made him turn; just in time to see a middle-aged white guy hauling a revolver out of his belt.


Aquina sat on one of the apartment’s three kitchen chairs, as Heather sashayed past. Thigh-high fish net stockings below a black party dress, which, when Heather turned quickly, rose up to reveal a tiny red thong, were as enticing as Aquina had hoped for.

“Crouch down, like you’re getting something from a cupboard,” she directed.

Heather did and Aquina noted with approval that the thong was then clearly visible, along with a generous section of thigh. From the back, most of Heather’s ass could be seen when she bent or crouched down. The men would love this, Aquina told herself. To Heather, she simply said, “Come here.”

With a shy smile, Heather came to her, and placed her arms around Aquina’s neck.


“Drop it. On your knees. NOW!” Kevin barked out, gun levelled at the man.

“OKAY, okay, take it easy. Take it easy,” the man called out, dropping to his knees and putting his hands behind his head.

“Okay, I’ll ask you once,” Kevin warned, “then I’m putting a bullet in you; anyone else here?”

The man hesitated for a moment, eyes focused on Kevin’s Glock, before calling out, “Harding, throw your gun down, c’mon out; and easy. Easy. This guy’s excited and his gun could go off. And it’s pointed at me. Do It!”

A revolver came skittering across the floor, and Kevin stopped it with his boot. A skinny, unshaven white guy, also middle-aged, came cautiously around the corner, hands raised. The kneeling man spoke.

“Hey, buddy, look-it, maybe we can work somethin’ out here.”

Kevin picked up the other handgun and now pointed a gun at each man, “Yeah, like what?”

“Like maybe you take some of our money and forget about us.”

“That’s called a bribe, friend.”

“Hey, look, this might just be a…misunderstandin’, right? You walk out with something for your time and we leave town. Whaddya say, kid?”

“Turn around,“ Kevin told the second man, then clicked a pair of cuffs in place. ”And you, lay flat, hands behind your back.” After cuffing the first man, Kevin rooted around and found the stash with the expected: drugs, cash and weapons (three revolvers), which he piled on the ancient, metal kitchen table. He was tempted; two scores in one day? What if Brandon was just being paranoid?

But, what if he wasn’t?

Kevin called into the station and requested back up and evidence pick-up. Less than five minutes later, the door opened and three guys in suits came in.

“No need for the gun, son” the first man said, showing a badge. “We’ll take this from here. You did…good.”

Kevin couldn’t tell from the man’s poker puss whether he was happy or annoyed. It didn’t matter; Kevin had dodged a bullet. If not literally, then certainly figuratively.


The four men and Aquina sat in the living room area of the house, in a semi-circle facing each other. On the coffee table was the five thousand seven hundred and eighty dollars Kevin had lifted from the first drug house. Despite this cash, the mood in the room was not happy.

“Okay,” Brandon began. “We don’t know that we, the four of us, have been singled out or if this was just an open trap…”

“Did anyone else respond to the call for your bust?” Kevin asked, still in uniform and slouching back in one of the leather armchairs.

Brandon thought for a moment and then slowly shook his head, “Not that we saw, although we didn’t stay long…”

“Yeah, but if others were coming, I think we would have seen ‘em,” Jake added from his spot at the end of the couch.

Aquina now spoke. “You guys have been very successful with your busts; more than any other group, and you’re young. I know attention was raised. It makes sense that they, brass, IA, whoever, would at the least have suspicions. You guys did well; they took you to the edge, but you didn’t go over.”

Heads nodded in agreement around the group; except for Jake. Eric asked, “So what do we do next?”

Brandon looked at Aquina, who slid forward on her chair. “You need to lay low for a bit, I think, but you can’t just suddenly stop with arrests or whatever. Make your busts if they come along, but leave everything. We need to look at other sources anyway, ripping off dealers is dangerous…”

“We ain’t afraid…” Jake grunted from his spot. Settled back into the sofa, he looked like an enormous toad.

Aquina did not react, but continued with her same, business-like manner. ”I don’t mean dangerous just with the dealers, but dangerous as a way of making money long term; too many ways to get found out. Some dealer gets busted and says hey, I’ll tell you ‘bout some dirty cops for a deal. That kind of danger. We’ve got some start-up money that way, but now we should look for bigger fish to fry.  Like this Friday….”

Eric and Kevin both looked at her and spoke at the same time, “What about this…”

“Friday…” Kevin finished as he and Eric punched each other’s arms.

Aquina had a little smile on her face, “Well, we will have our two, new ‘bait’ girls to loosen up the guys; one of whom is Sanders McHugh…”

All eyes focused on her now. Sanders McHugh was a major developer, long-believed to have criminal ties but also with major political connections. Working with him would open up a whole new set of possibilities; none of these thousand-dollar skims; McHugh dealt in big deals.

And he had known Aquina back in Miami, when she was young and he was an assistant to the governor and a low-level cocaine ‘broker’; as he had called himself. Had known her very well.

“Sanders is an old…acquaintance.” Aquina thought it best to not mention that Sanders and she had been a little more than acquaintances and that he had found her an apartment, and kept her there for a year and paid for her business college courses and…well, all of that was best left…in the past. At least for now.

“Think Dzyuba would know anything about what’s going on?” Eric asked. Everyone looked around at each other. Although Dzyuba clearly supported what they were doing with Kate, and with this house, and with…things, and they knew he was dirty, the man didn’t really share anything private with them, so….

“Well,” Brandon said, standing up, “If the shit had hit the fan I think something would be happening right now. So I think we should relax. I’m starving; I think I’ll head out for something.”

All the males agreed, as none had eaten, coming directly here from the station, so they all trooped out, leaving Aquina and the ‘slaves’ alone.

The events of the day had at least taken Melissa from their minds, for the present, anyway. The slaves would need to be fed (funny, Aquina thought, just like…pets, really) and then she would meet Mindi, and make sure all was set with her.

 (End of Chapter 07)