Seth would be gone. That thought broke her heart. But even property had a choice, right? There was consent involved here, yes?
Mike, a hint of softness in his voice, cut into the drama between her and Seth. "Every slave in our community has learned this lesson. I've been told it is a lesson easier done with someone the slave already knows."
Whoever told him that was a big, fat liar, but calling bullshit wouldn't do her any favors at this juncture. "Yes, Master," she mumbled.
"Do you accept punishment?" Seth asked.
Abby tried to speak, but humiliation clogged her voice. She was forced to clear her throat twice. She lowered her gaze to the floor. "Yes, Masters, I accept my punishment."
Mike surged forward. In three long strides, he'd crossed the distance and stood beside her. He plunged a hand into her hair and yanked her off balance before, literally, shoving her face-first onto the floor. Abby squealed and fought back.
Still standing in the entranceway, Seth hit the lights, leaving the room illuminated only by the lights shining in the kitchen area. Cloaked in darkness and silence, he leaned against the wall and watched as Mike tugged Abby onto her knees.
She scrambled for balance, struggling to find purchase on the carpet. Her stomach clenched and, in a moment, she was back in her childhood, fighting off her abusive stepfather. No! She was a grown woman! She would not quiver and cower.
She thrashed, making a hissing noise of rage, while trying to dislodge the hard hand from her hair. Mike released her hair, offering her a brief moment of victory. He swiveled on his feet and threw a leg over her back. There he kneeled, his weight pressing her downward and trapping her thighs beneath her own weight.
He tugged a wooden paddle from his boot and applied it vigorously to her buttocks.
Abby spat and thrashed. The paddling continued. She begged and pleaded, cried and cursed, and finally beseeched Seth to intercede. "Please, Master, make it stop!"
Seth stood motionless in the shadows of the doorway.
Mike laughed and it was a sound of no humor. "Your trainer is here to ensure I don't permanently damage the property. He's not here to tell me when I'm done. That's for me to decide." Slipping off her, he leaned over her body and said, "Besides, he likes to watch."
Mike tugged her up.
She stumbled, her legs feeling like Jell-O, but managed to find her footing. He steered her to the couch, before dropping like a felled tree onto the cushions. He draped his arms over the backrest and spread his knees. "Free my cock. It's time for my blowjob."
"B-b-b-but Liz..."
"Really?" Seth snapped from the doorway. "Even after punishment?"
She cringed from the snarl and looked into Mike's frowning face. "Please, I'm only trying to understand."
Mike relaxed and stroked her cheek with one finger. "My slave doesn't have a voice in my sexual choices, and right now, I'm all for getting oral sex from you."
Right and wrong are different here, Abby reminded herself. This was not her mother's reality.
Hesitant, but unwilling to disobey, she set her trembling hands to work against the buttons on Mike's jeans. In moments, his unleashed cock had sprung free and she was reaching for the shaft of man-meat. It pulsed in her hand, warm and soft, and hard and needy. She squeezed gently and stroked. Mike groaned his pleasure.
Seth's brogue-infused growl intruded. "Condom."
"Right here." Mike reached into his shirt's front pocked and extracted four brightly-colored foil packets. He fanned them like a hand of cards. "Grape, strawberry, banana and"--he gave her a grin--"chocolate. It's your choice, girl."
"I'm allergic to chocolate," she said, then flushed hotly as her automatic answer arrived into the discussion. As if the condom contains any actual chocolate. Please.
"We'll go chocolate-free then," said Mike and tossed the unwanted condom at Seth. It soundlessly landed on the carpet at his feet. He offered the remaining condoms to Abby. "It's still
Mike, a hint of softness in his voice, cut into the drama between her and Seth. "Every slave in our community has learned this lesson. I've been told it is a lesson easier done with someone the slave already knows."
Whoever told him that was a big, fat liar, but calling bullshit wouldn't do her any favors at this juncture. "Yes, Master," she mumbled.
"Do you accept punishment?" Seth asked.
Abby tried to speak, but humiliation clogged her voice. She was forced to clear her throat twice. She lowered her gaze to the floor. "Yes, Masters, I accept my punishment."
Mike surged forward. In three long strides, he'd crossed the distance and stood beside her. He plunged a hand into her hair and yanked her off balance before, literally, shoving her face-first onto the floor. Abby squealed and fought back.
Still standing in the entranceway, Seth hit the lights, leaving the room illuminated only by the lights shining in the kitchen area. Cloaked in darkness and silence, he leaned against the wall and watched as Mike tugged Abby onto her knees.
She scrambled for balance, struggling to find purchase on the carpet. Her stomach clenched and, in a moment, she was back in her childhood, fighting off her abusive stepfather. No! She was a grown woman! She would not quiver and cower.
She thrashed, making a hissing noise of rage, while trying to dislodge the hard hand from her hair. Mike released her hair, offering her a brief moment of victory. He swiveled on his feet and threw a leg over her back. There he kneeled, his weight pressing her downward and trapping her thighs beneath her own weight.
He tugged a wooden paddle from his boot and applied it vigorously to her buttocks.
Abby spat and thrashed. The paddling continued. She begged and pleaded, cried and cursed, and finally beseeched Seth to intercede. "Please, Master, make it stop!"
Seth stood motionless in the shadows of the doorway.
Mike laughed and it was a sound of no humor. "Your trainer is here to ensure I don't permanently damage the property. He's not here to tell me when I'm done. That's for me to decide." Slipping off her, he leaned over her body and said, "Besides, he likes to watch."
Mike tugged her up.
She stumbled, her legs feeling like Jell-O, but managed to find her footing. He steered her to the couch, before dropping like a felled tree onto the cushions. He draped his arms over the backrest and spread his knees. "Free my cock. It's time for my blowjob."
"B-b-b-but Liz..."
"Really?" Seth snapped from the doorway. "Even after punishment?"
She cringed from the snarl and looked into Mike's frowning face. "Please, I'm only trying to understand."
Mike relaxed and stroked her cheek with one finger. "My slave doesn't have a voice in my sexual choices, and right now, I'm all for getting oral sex from you."
Right and wrong are different here, Abby reminded herself. This was not her mother's reality.
Hesitant, but unwilling to disobey, she set her trembling hands to work against the buttons on Mike's jeans. In moments, his unleashed cock had sprung free and she was reaching for the shaft of man-meat. It pulsed in her hand, warm and soft, and hard and needy. She squeezed gently and stroked. Mike groaned his pleasure.
Seth's brogue-infused growl intruded. "Condom."
"Right here." Mike reached into his shirt's front pocked and extracted four brightly-colored foil packets. He fanned them like a hand of cards. "Grape, strawberry, banana and"--he gave her a grin--"chocolate. It's your choice, girl."
"I'm allergic to chocolate," she said, then flushed hotly as her automatic answer arrived into the discussion. As if the condom contains any actual chocolate. Please.
"We'll go chocolate-free then," said Mike and tossed the unwanted condom at Seth. It soundlessly landed on the carpet at his feet. He offered the remaining condoms to Abby. "It's still
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