A House of Slaves
Chapter 05 Desires (A Matter of Survival)
Brandon moved quietly back to the doorway, and watched as the two women were now kissing. Pausing, Aquina spoke softly to Melissa again, explaining how she needed to be strong for her sister, and cooperate.
“Will you cooperate, Melissa, or will Anna be punished some more.”
Melissa finally spoke, her mind confused, as much by the emotions this woman was producing as by the assault. Her voice was subdued but clear. “I will cooperate…if…Anna is not harmed.”
“Good. That’s the only way it will work. Now, you need to take off those clothes. This is not negotiable. They need to all come off.” Melissa looked down, it seemed she might start crying again, her face was reddening, but instead she began to undress, slowly, like a robot, but self-consciously,.
When she got to her bra and panties she hesitated. Aquina leaned forward, kissing Melissa’s neck, while at the same time reaching around and unclasping the bra. Aquina pulled it away to reveal two wonderful, firm, plump breasts topped with large dark areolas and huge nipples. Melissa moved to cover her breasts, but Aquina held her arms by her sides.
“We need to have them out. Your breasts are beautiful, incredible really. They should be out so people can see them, enjoy them, even worship them.” Aquina leaned forward and gripped a nipple between her teeth. She then sucked, drawing an “AAAAhhhhh!” from Melissa, who closed her eyes while Aquina then gently licked the nipple, which amazingly grew even larger.
“Open your mouth,” Aquina commanded. Melissa hesitated, considered, then complied, “Put out your tongue.” When she did, Aquina took it into her own mouth and sucked it.
Melissa’s mind a-whirl, with equal parts terror, arousal and revulsion, confused at her response with what this woman, Aquina (what a lovely name) was doing to her.
The young woman had an almost obsessive resistance to being touched; even doctor’s visits had caused her some anxiety. Yet Aquina was somehow drawing her in. Melissa found the woman’s smell…lovely, no…intoxicating. Her taste, her breath were delightful.
She was so incredibly beautiful Melissa was almost transfixed, especially since she almost always ignored people, not really even looking at them. It wasn’t rudeness, it was a compulsion. She’d been this way since childhood, and was the reason she had had no real relationships, sexual or, really, otherwise. She had friends, but they were always kept at a distance.
No one, except Anna, had ever been let in.
So what was she now doing, kissing and holding someone, like this…passionately?? Why did she feel a jolt of excitement course right through her, right down to her…thingee, when…Aquina, kissed her nipple. Maybe this was…desire, something she had never looked for, or even thought about. She had certainly never experienced it.
And what was happening now; the woman was, sucking…on her tongue??? Her tongue was in another person’s mouth. A woman’s mouth.
But it was undeniable that her heart was now pounding, and with her own sister chained naked before her, and her psychopathic brother-in-law waiting somewhere in the shadows, still; she was reluctant to let go of …Aquina.
She did not want this, this feeling…to end, an amazing thought to her, an incredible thought really. If someone had said something like this could happen to her, she would not have believed them.
So what exactly had she stumbled into, in this…house of horrors, that held this enchanting woman?
Brandon had needed to get back to work, so Aquina was left with the two women. Melissa had calmed down, and
Aquina had taken the now naked woman to her room and tied her to the bed. Melissa had resisted but Aquina had left her with a ball gag in her mouth, the early stages of having her accept her fate, or….
Or what? Now she had two kidnapped women under her care. Jake was irrational if he thought they could just do this, without any end plan, but Brandon should have more sense.
Aquina took a despairing Anna down stairs. She had calmed somewhat but looked horrified. The thought of letting Jake have access to Melissa upset her more than anything about her own situation. She wanted to beseech Aquina, to beg her for help; instead she simply stared at the floor, tears falling on the concrete.
Aquina broke the silence; cupping Anna’s chin she sighed and looked into the woman’s sad eyes, “I will look out for Melissa; I don’t want her hurt, trust me.” Anna nodded her head and Aquina used a tissue to clean her face. “I need time, Anna. And I need you to be the strong one, to lead by example, to show Melissa what she needs to do to make it. I need you to be the best possible slave there is. Can you do that?”
Rather than being offended or defensive about this suggestion, Anna nodded her head, and when allowed to speak vowed to Aquina to work with her to keep Melissa safe, even if that meant her sister was to be enslaved. But she must be protected from Jake.
Aquina returned to her room and stood for a moment looking at the beautiful body tied helpless before her, and felt a rise of unmistakable arousal. She wanted this woman, but not like this; forcing someone produced nothing for her. Any bully, even someone like Jake, especially someone like him, could force someone. Aquina wanted to take this exquisite beauty for her own, to have her crawl on her stomach to her and lick her feet, and then whip her beautiful ass with her flogger…but of her own free will, not like this.
But for now, however, she needed to get Melissa’s (her slave name was to be ‘Whore’, Aquina shook her head at that) head in a certain place, and then Aquina needed to get out and follow up on Heather Barr.
She now ran her slender fingers up the lovely body and felt muscles tighten beneath her touch, saw the rapid intake of breath.
Melissa’s pubic area was clearly untouched; it didn’t even look ‘bikini’ trimmed, and so it was obvious that the blond hair on her head was dyed. But, sadly, this was not the time to explore this body.
She removed the ball-gag from Melissa’s mouth and then spoke quietly to her, “I am going to untie you, are you going to try anything foolish?”
Melissa closed her eyes, breathing hard, then she blurted out, “No, no. Okay. N-no. I won’t try anything. Please untie me, being…restrained is torture to me. Please.” Aquina noted the anguish in the voice, but reached over and gave one nipple a twist and a pull.
“UUNng-uh-oww!” came the immediate response.
Aquina’s voice was calm but firm, “You will address me as Mistress, understand?”
There was a pause, as if this required an effort, and then Melissa said, softly, “Um, Y-yes-um-yes. M-mistress.” Her breath was still coming hard.
Aquina regarded the bound woman, imagining for a moment her anguish. “There, that wasn’t so hard,” said Aquina, smiling and then untying the four cords. “Kneel down by me now.”
Melissa lay for a moment, then slowly slipped off the bed, hesitating, then slid down to her knees. She was trembling, but nothing like before.
“Hands behind your back.” Melissa looked up, fear in her eyes; it affected Aquina, but she continued and when Melissa slowly complied, Aquina tied her hands, had her stand, and then led her downstairs. Both sisters cried out when they saw each other, and then Aquina unlocked Anna’s crate and guided Melissa into it.
“I am letting you two lie together for a while, remember this. You are to stay side by side until I return.”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you Mistress.” Anna spoke quickly.
Melissa took a moment longer before adding. “Thank you.” She paused, ”and…th-thank you for your…kindness.”
Aquina regarded the woman for a moment longer and then locked the crate and headed back up the stairs, turning off the light on her way.
She now needed to refocus and track down, then check out, Heather Barr. Melissa’s face, however, lingered in her mind.
“Oh God, Melissa,” Anna sobbed and then the tears flowed again.
“Oh Anna, Anna, Anna…,” and Melissa in turn sobbed into Anna’s shoulder. Anna’s hands were tied in front, but she was able to clasp Melissa’s face in the darkness and see a shape. They kissed each other’s cheeks, tasting each other’s tears, and then just lay pressed together.
Aquina waited in her parked car. She was waiting for Garth, an associate she had worked with for several years and one she trusted absolutely. With none of the boys available, she wanted his support before entering a strip-club in this part of town. She saw a cab pull up across from her, and Garth’s very large frame slowly exited the back door. Getting out she waved at him and began walking toward ‘The Jungle’, a bar with a, yes, tropical theme, and a large dancers’ area with four stages.
Inside she found ‘Sal’, someone she had known years ago on the street. First thing Aquina noticed was the scar running from Sal’s left eye down to her jawbone. After embracing, Aquina touched the scar and looked in Sal’s eyes. “A disagreement over money,” Sal said in her husky voice. Aquina then showed her a photo of Heather. Sal turned and motioned for them to follow. She went behind the stage area to where a number of back, private ‘rooms’ were situated.
They went to the last one; which in reality was so small as to be just a booth; and Sal knocked.
“Yeah?” came the response, and Sal opened the door. Heather, a very young-looking woman was as advertised; reddish-blond hair (now short and spikey) small and slim. She was sitting on a chair beside a hole in the wall. This was a glory-hole booth. Being late afternoon, things were still very quiet.
Aquina looked at the girl as Garth waited, completely blocking the door.
“Something…I can help you with?” Barr asked, looking nervous.
“Maybe,” Aquina looked again, and the girl began to fidget under the scrutiny. “You like sucking cocks for a living?”
“You a cop…or something?” Barr replied.
“Nope. I know a lot of cops, but I’m more interested in you. Maybe offer you some work that’s better than… this.” Aquina looked around the tiny room.
“Yeah? And why would you want to do that?”
“First tell me, what are you using?”
Barr looked away. “I thought you said you weren’t a cop?”
“Then what the fuck do you care?”
“If I’m going to offer you…a job…then I need to know a couple of things. That’s one.”
The two women looked at each other. Aquina was patient and carried a certain authority with her.
“Okay, alright; what the fuck. Look, downs are it for
me; and I don’t use regular. Okay?”
Barr was wearing a sleeveless shirt, so Aquina knew she didn’t inject. Sedatives made sense. Barr looked like someone who might have anxiety issues.
“Okay,” Aquina replied as well. “What time are you done here?”
“It’s kind of up to me,” Barr said, still cautious, “What kind of cash we talking?”
“We’ll talk that next time. It’s better than here, I can tell you that. What time?”
“Midnight…” Barr looked now again like a very young girl.
“Good. We’ll be back.” Aquina handed the girl two twenties. “For your time.” She smiled and then turned and left, Garth at her side. Barr looked at the money. Men were charged fifty dollars for a (non-swallowing) blow-job, but the house took thirty and the bouncer took a percentage as well, to send clients the girl’s way, so forty bucks clear for a chat wasn’t bad.
Aquina definitely had the girl’s interest.
However, if Heather had known what she was really getting into, she would have given the money back.
Outside, Aquina looked up at Garth and thanked him for his help.
“Anytime, Aquina; anytime, you know that. I always have your back.”
When Aquina entered the house she was happy that she had arrived before any of the guys. Even though only Brandon (and Kate of course) actually lived there (so far) the men would all likely be there at some point, and she wanted to make sure that Melissa was not ‘thrown to the wolves’, especially the big wolf, Jake. She dumped her stuff and headed down to the basement.
Flicking on the light, she saw both heads bob, but the women remained as instructed. She brought both out, placed ropes on their wrists so their hands were bound in front but loose enough that they could use them.
Melissa did not have her collar yet so Aquina guided both women together down to the toilet.
Anna was placed first and urinated; Melissa resisted briefly when commanded, but then wiped her sister’s pussy as directed. Sitting on the toilet she looked like she would die, but she had to urinate so it happened, and then she stood with her eyes closed as Anna wiped her. Moving Melissa’s legs apart Aquina directed Anna’s face into her sister’s crotch and Anna obediently licked Melissa’s pussy lips thoroughly. Although the young woman had her eyes clamped tightly shut throughout, her amazing nipples hardened.
Aquina then handed Anna the scissors, sponge, soap and safety razor and the woman went to work clearing away the mass of public hair. When finished, Aquina admired Melissa’s shaved pussy with its meaty outer labia and substantial inner folds; it was a real mouth full, and Aquina resisted the urge to drop to her knees; that would have to wait.
For now, she placed Melissa back in one crate and took Anna upstairs, chaining her to the familiar post in the living room so she would be available for whoever arrived. She found the new collar with ‘Whore’ written large in red glass studs on its side, and went back down to Melissa.
She brought her out and had her kneel. Her lovely breasts rose and fell quickly with her anxiety and anticipation. Aquina placed the collar on the floor and took a riding crop down from the wall.
Placing the crop under the woman’s chin, she lifted Melissa’s head and saw the fear clearly showing in the soft, brown eyes. Aquina leaned down and kissed the inviting mouth with its full lips; Melissa did not pull away, and then Aquina moved back.
“This is to be yours, and it’s not an option,” she indicated the collar with her whip. “Put it on.”
Melissa’s lips and hands began to tremble, but she reached forward, looked at the name and looked up at Aquina, now with sadness. “Bu-but…I’m…not a…h- h- whore.” And she made a gulping sound before the tears began rolling down her cheeks.
Aquina paused for a moment and sighed. “No, you’re not. It’s a dumb male thing. But, you need to listen to me. If you want to survive, it is a role, a role you must play. Do you want to survive, to make it out of here?”
Melissa sat frozen for a moment, then nodded slowly, and Aquina moved slightly to the woman’s left, then she brought the riding crop down across the round buttocks offered by Melissa’s kneeling position.
“UUUNnnngg-uh!” Melissa cried out.
Aquina took a breath, then began, like a teacher correcting a young student. “You did not call me Mistress, and that is not negotiable.” Aquina lifted the beautiful face, apart from her own, the loveliest she had ever seen, and said quietly, “I don’t want to mark your beautiful body, I really don’t, Melissa. And I will call you that. But I will punish you if you make me. Are we clear…slave?”
Melissa choked down her tears and slowly placed the collar around her neck, fastening it with some difficulty because of her shaking hands. She looked down at the floor.
“That’s a good girl,” Aquina praised, softly stroking the side of the woman’s face before taking a leash from the wall and attaching it. She led Melissa out the door and over to the area with the couches. Sitting on the edge of one, she kicked off her shoes and pulled off her tailored slacks, Melissa now kneeling in front of her, eyes darting from the black triangle of Aquina’s panties to her face.
“Do you want to come close to me?” Aquina asked, softly.
What did she want, other than to have this madness end? But within her something else stirred. She was…attracted to this woman. How absurd…but true. And she, strangely, did want to be close to her. To this person who was in charge of her abuse. Why??
For Aquina’s part, she, always so good at this, could not read the eyes. Not this time, right now; they held too much. “I asked you a question, slave, do you need a reminder?” she asked, raising the whip.
Melissa was jolted to action. “No. I mean, yes, uhhm, M-mistress, yes, I would like to…um, to be close to …you. Um, but this is hard. Mmmm, oh, God…” Melissa managed to get out, choking twice.
Aquina shifted down slightly so her ass was on the edge of the cushion, her legs spread. She guided Melisa’s head to the top of her thigh, “Slave may lick here.” Melissa began, eyes closed again, breathing deeply, with long, sensual tongue strokes and even soft kisses, her warm breath feeling delightful on Aquina’s bare flesh.
“UH-mmmmnnn,” Aquina leaned her head back. “That is…very nice, hmmmm,” She murmured as Melissa continued to bathe her upper thigh in her saliva, the woman herself feeling something she had never experienced, or at least acknowledged…arousal. Here, in this prison basement.
And there was also self-preservation; Melissa did not do well with pain.
Aquina now positioned ‘her slave’s nose directly above her pussy lips, and then pressed the nose directly into her cleft. “Breathe, slave. Breathe in my scent.”
Melissa did, inhaling the fragrance, feeling anxiety and arousal. “What does…our Whore…want?” Aquina asked, in the voice that seemed to ooze seductively from her lips.
“Uh…ummmmm…” Melissa was now almost panting, dealing with feelings she had never experienced. She knew what she, amazingly, wanted…but it was so hard to say it.
“Tell me, Whore; and what you want is yours…” Aquina deliberately used the degrading name, taking away its
power through use. This woman needed to be trained, not broken. Aquina did not want her broken; fuck Jake. Fuck them all, if it came to it, she had already decided her path.
“Uh…oh, mmmm, God. Umm…please…please. M-mistress, I…uh, um…”
“OH! uh…God, God…please, um. Let me…”
Aquina considered, watching with caution the rapid breathing of the woman; she didn’t need a repeat of yesterday; this woman was clearly a special case.
Taking gentle hold of Melissa’s blonde hair, Aquina pulled the lovely face between her thighs and ground her pelvis into the plump lips. Melissa was not fighting now, and she was kissing, tentatively.
Aquina pulled her panties to one side and watched as the tongue now licked, cautiously, on its own. She gradually released her grip on the hair and let Melissa pleasure her.
“Kiss me, Whore. Lick me. Make me feel good. You can do this, you can kiss my pussy…” After a few moments of this delight, Aquina lifted her slave’s face again, looking into the eyes, less sad now, the breathing relaxed a little. “Do you like kissing my…pussy?” She asked quietly.
“Uh, mmmm,” Melissa uttered, nodding her head and looking down with shame.
“Look at me, this is nothing but pleasure. Stop this guilt. It’s just you and me. You like me, you know that, even if you are terrified at being here and what could happen, you like being with me, and you like doing…this. Just say, Mistress, I like kissing your pussy.”
Melissa took a breath, and then, shedding years of avoidance, murmured, “M-mistress, ummm, oh God, uh, I like, I do like, kissing your,” she paused, “mmm, pussy. Mmmmmmnnn.”
Aquina placed one foot between Melissa’s thighs, causing a small jump, then she began to slowly rub, as Melissa closed her eyes and then squeezed the foot, very soft moans beginning from the partly opened lips.
“I want you to be mine, to be my whore,” Aquina murmured, reaching her hand down now and gently stroking the pussy lips that were slowly, almost reluctantly, beginning to fatten with blood.
After a moment, Aquina brought the face up and back between her thighs, her hand resting on the back of Melissa’s head, and then began earnestly grinding the beautiful face into her crotch. She forced herself to release Melissa briefly so the woman could speak.
“Oh Please, please, I’ll do what you want. I’ll be your…oh…ummmm.
At this point Aquina had pulled her panties off and Melissa’s mouth was actually licking Aquina’s entire outer labia. Secretions had been oozing out for a while and Melissa licked these, unaware, her mind twisting wildly and her tongue needing no commands. It buried itself into Aquina’s hole as Melissa sucked everything into her mouth, feeling passion for the first time in her life, and letting the terror drift away, if only for a moment.
Aquina closed her eyes, her mind awhirl as well.
Brandon and Aquina were sitting together on one of the living room couches. “So what’s, em, up?” Brandon inquired, sipping his Jack Daniels.
Aquina took a drag from her slim cigar. She’d thought a little on this discussion, but she still needed to phrase things…appropriately.
“I have made some progress with Melissa…”
“Whore…” Brandon interjected.
Aquina looked at him with a smirk, “Really? Whatever, you boys and your boy-games. She is going to take a few days to be ready for use by anyone, but I want to try her tonight with me and Kevin only…”
“Jake isn’t going to like that…”
Aquina turned dark eyes in Brandon’s direction, standing and glaring, “Fuck Jake.” Before Brandon could argue, Aquina raised a slender, red-tipped finger. ”Listen to me. Fuck him, and I mean that.”
They regarded each other in silence, but for Aquina this needed to be said. “I know he’s your childhood buddy slash brother, fucking etcetera, etcetera, but you know as well as anyone that he is a fucking loose cannon, or worse. He needs to be controlled,” she emphasized. “And so what he wants is not worth shit.”
Brandon studied the beautiful, angry face before him. Maybe if Aquina would let him fuck her, he could take her side. Or, maybe not. Whatever, he knew however that she was right, and he didn’t like it. He had known for a long time that Jake was like a live grenade, and that someone like Aquina would be the one to help him realize his ambitions, not Jake. “So, um, what do you suggest?” he asked, his voice now neutral.
Good, Aquina thought, he gets it, sort of. She sighed. “First off, this whole slave thing is a shit show and a huge job; a giant fuck-up waiting to happen. I know I went along with the whole Kate thing, but,” she paused and Brandon continued to just watch and wait; he could not risk losing this person.
“But, is there an end game? Are we going to keep adding women that need to be restrained and watched twenty-four seven? This woman was kidnapped, B. I don’t intend on going to prison…”
Aquina sighed and shook herself, lighting a smoke and regaining control; it was what it was, for now. “Anyway, Jake can come with me to try and round up our second girl, Heather. It will keep him busy and I could use his, personality, where I’m going. I could also then have a chance to explain a little about Melissa, and maybe he could fill me in a little.”
Brandon nodded. “Okay, that makes some sense; it should, even to Jake,” he murmured.
At that point Kevin, Eric and Kate entered and moved to the nearest bedroom. From there could soon be heard the unmistakable sounds of sex.
For some reason tonight when they arrived home, the two men wanted Kate right away. And they were fucking her now, taking turns.
Eric was pumping his cock into Kate’s mouth; Kevin, with Kate’s dark brown ponytail of hair in one hand, had just started fucking her ass. It was obviously his preferred hole of choice. The noise was mostly the slap of Kevin’s stomach on Kate’s buttocks, or the enthusiastic slapping of her ass by his free hand, or the grunts and cries of Kate from either the fucking or the slapping. Eric, for his part, was jerking off quietly, apart from the occasional comment like, “Suck it, etcetera.”
Aquina nodded and regarded Brandon; she’d said her piece. “Okay, you need to go in and have Kevin pull out if needed, ‘cause I want him ready to be with Melissa in a few minutes.”
“Oh, sure; no problem at all. Stopping a guy in mid-fuck…”
Aquina shrugged her shoulders. “Tell him something nicer is waiting; and he’s the first. Or, I can go in there, suit yourself.”
Brandon regarded the beautiful woman; they had piled a lot on her and she was clearly pissed. “No worries, I’ll get him,” he said, standing.
(End of Chapter 05)