Indentured (7 page)

Finally, at that point, he lifted the top of the cage back into place, fastening the series of locks. Not that they mattered at this point. The top was redundant to keeping me in place.

I thought he was done, then.

I was wrong.

He tossed a heavy, black blanket over the top of my cage, blocking my ability to see out.

“Sleep tight,” he said, his voice oddly cheerful. It was a rare moment of hearing any sort of emotion out of him at all.

But there was no chance in hell I’d be able to sleep. Not like that.

I did somehow fall asleep like that—don’t ask me how—but I awoke to the sounds of sex coming from somewhere in the room with me.

But it wasn’t just sex. It was kinky,
grunting, screaming, slapping, thwacking sex. Hard and fast. Loud. Really, really fucking loud. Only…I couldn’t smell it. I doubted the blanket blocking my vision would also block my ability to smell sex like that, but who knew?

Almost despite myself, I wanted it. I wanted to be part of it. My breasts felt swollen and achy and needy, and my ass and pussy were clenching for something to fill them, and I could nearly scream with my own need for something
—anything—to touch my clit. The effects of my shots seemed to have intensified even more since last night, but it was hard to be certain without something touching me, something filling me.

None of that mattered, though, because I was chained up in that stupid cage, with metal underwear covering my sensitive parts and a huge blanket tossed over me.

All I could do was listen and dream.

After a few minutes, I realized it wasn’t just a single man and woman having sex. There might have been more than one woman, I couldn’t really be sure, but I heard definitive grunting noises from at least three different men
, possibly more.

My pussy felt like it was leaking, I was so wet from the sounds in the room, and I let out a little moan. I probably shouldn’t have done that, though, because it just caused a huge stream of drool to drip down my chin.

But then I heard footsteps coming toward me, and the blanket flew back. It was definitely morning, because sunlight was streaking in through the window, blinding me.

“Good morning, slave. I thought we’d enjoy a film before our ablutions and breakfast.” He turned my cage so that I was staring straight at the bed, and then I noticed the massive TV screen on the opposite wall.

A porno was playing. Some blonde with huge tits and red streaks covering her skin was tied up and being pounded into hard. From the close-ups, I could see that she had two cocks in her pussy and a third in her ass. And they were fucking her roughly, one of them holding both hands around her throat and choking while they forced their massive cocks deep inside her over and over again.

She was screaming out her orgasm, much like I had yesterday, and then she passed out. But still, they kept thrusting into her again and again and again.

The scene faded just as the doorbell in the penthouse rang. My owner, I guess you could call him, had been standing next to the bed naked, stroking his huge cock the whole time. Then left me there to watch what would happen.

When the new scene started, the busty blonde was straddling a wooden A-frame, much like the sawhorse-like contraption in this room. The top rail was pointed at a sharp angle, which was bi
ting up into her pussy and ass.

As the camera moved, I saw cords coming down out of her and heard a buzzing sound, so they had put vibrators up inside her before positioning her like that.

Her ankles were bound to her thighs, and ropes had been drawn through the bend of her knees. Those were tied to steel rings in the floor. Then the camera panned up, revealing arms bound tightly behind her back, a collar attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling to keep her upright, and clamps on her nipples. A chain connected the two clamps, and every few seconds, someone or something was tugging hard on that chain, tightening them until it looked like the clamps might bite her nipples completely off.

As sick as the idea of all that made me feel, I couldn’t deny the fact that the pool of moisture building in my sex was only continuing to grow and no matter what, I couldn’t look away.

Well, not until
he
came back into the bedroom. But he wasn’t alone. Some petite little brunette with a gorgeous rack and a maid’s uniform followed him into the room. He winked at me as she smirked at my predicament, then proceeded to remove all of her clothes. Without him saying a word, she bent over the edge of the bed, putting her arms up above her head.

He pulled up on a chain at the side of the bed near her hands, then cuffed both of her wrists to it. Then he moved to the other side, pulling each of her legs up and out one at a time, latching her ankles into place along the headboard and footboard, leaving her in a spread eagle position on her belly, her pussy and ass bared to my view. As if that wasn’t enough, he took a pillow from nearby, a strange, angled one, and pushed it beneath her hips so they were at a better height for
…well, for fucking.

With no further preparation,
he thrust his huge, hard cock deep into her cunt and started fucking her as hard as he’d fucked my throat last night.

In seconds, she was squealing, her sounds and his grunts melding with the pained panting of the chick in the porno in a way that only fueled my desire and my jealousy. Who was this maid, and why was he fucking her when he could fuck me? He’d spent a million dollars just for that purpose, supposedly, yet he still hadn’t fucked me. Well, he’d fucked my mouth and throat, but not my pussy and not my ass. And, damn it, I wanted him to.

But I couldn’t do anything about it. All I could do was watch, envy rising in my belly even as my juices filled my metal panties.

The porn flick had ended with multiple screaming orgasms for the blonde chick while one guy fucked her hard in the ass and the other two flogged her front side, and still my owner was pounding into the squealing maid. He was thrusting into her so hard and so fast, surely he had to be tearing her to shreds internally. But her squeals were of the orgasmic variety, not the pained variety, which only made me more desperate to feel him inside me.

After a good half hour or more, he finally shot his cum into her and pulled back. “Lie there and rest for a while, Mary. I’m sure you need it. I’ll release you to do your work after I deal with my slave.”

He sauntered over to stand before me, and I couldn’t help but realize that his still hard, glistening cock was bobbing at the perfect level for me to suck, were it not for the gag still in my mouth. But he didn’t remove my gag.

Instead, he set to work removing all the locks and latches holding me in place. When he lifted me out of the cage and set me on my feet, my muscles collapsed beneath me and I fell in a heap to the floor.

“You must build up your stamina,” he said in his usual dispassionate tone. “We will begin your training regimen today.”

Then he lifted me into the air, tossed me over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, and carried me into that same bathroom from yesterday.

The grooming process went on in the exact same fashion, minus the shots, thank god. While he had my metal underthings off me,
I looked down and realized my nipples and clit were insanely taut, red, engorged, as large as I’d ever seen them and then some. I wanted to touch them, to see if I could get myself off, but of course my wrists and ankles were locked into place on the bars.

H
e spent some time exploring the tightness of my holes. For the first time in a very long time, my ass was so tight it took a few minutes of hard work for him to get even a finger inside it. The same held true for my sex, and my pussy walls squeezed his finger so hard I nearly came from just that.

He pulled his finger out before I could get off, though. “Excellent progress,” he murmured. “Once you’ve sufficiently tightened, I’ll have to keep
dildos, vibrators, and plugs inside you pretty much at all times or I’ll have to work too hard to be able to fuck you. The toys will keep you stretched enough for my entry, but the shot will keep you so tight it will always feel amazing when I’m inside you.”

But when would that be? I was so freaking horny, I wanted him to fuck me now. Hard. Fast. Long.
Slow. I didn’t care how he did it, I just wanted him inside me. One look down proved he was hard and ready to go, so it made no sense that he hadn’t just thrown me up against the wall and had his way with me.

I whined into my gag, trying to shift my hips forward for more of his touch, but I couldn’t really move much. As usual. I was beginning to realize that he might very well intend to keep me immobilized at all times. I mean, hell, he was taking me to the bathroom and locking me up while I showered and keeping me in a cage while I slept. I might never be allowed to move freely again, as long as I was with him.

Five years. Good god.

Then, without warning,
his tongue shot out and flicked against my right nipple. That brief contact was so painful I couldn’t stop the scream. Even through my gag, the reverberations echoed through the cavernous bathroom like you wouldn’t believe.

He d
id the same to my other nipple, and I was jerking against the bars that held me still, my screams going on into forever. With both hands, he squeezed and kneaded my breasts, nibbling on my tits until the tears were pouring down my cheeks faster than they ever had in my life.

I couldn’t scream anymore by the time he left my breasts alone, my voice had gone so hoarse. But then he knelt to the floor of the shower, reached out his pointed tongue, and flicked it against my clitoris. My hips bucked against the pain, and he grinned up at me with a sort of delight that left me shivering in anticipation.
But he didn’t stand up again. He stayed down there, staring hungrily at my bare sex and my hard nub of overwrought nerve endings, licking his lips.

A new sense of terror held me in its grips while I waited to see what he’d do. Finally, he took my clitoris into his mouth, suckling it and biting against it
, pushing one finger into both my pussy and my ass in a vigorous fucking motion. The pain of it was more intense than anything I’d ever experienced in my life, so intense it robbed me of my ability to breathe or scream or do anything but succumb to the massive orgasm that ripped through me.

I didn’t pass out, but I lost all sense of reality as I basked in the afterglow of my orgasm for quite some time. By the time I recognized what was going on around me again, I was no longer in the bathroom but
was wearing my metal undergarments again and was strapped to the chair in the dining room. A plate of food sat before me…an egg white omelet with ham and lots of vegetables, a bowl of fresh fruit, and a piece of wheat toast without butter. Again, I had a bottle of water with a straw, and he’d cut my food into bite-sized pieces.

He sat next to me, wearing tight jeans and a wife-beater, and looking sexier than any man had a right to look. His plate was probably twice as full as mine, and included bacon and sausage and potatoes, plus he had coffee and juice.

“Eat,” he said calmly, shoving a forkful into his own mouth. When I didn’t immediately respond, he added, “While you have time. You’ll need your energy, and you are not allowed to starve.”

After all that I’d been through, I felt like I was starving. It didn’t seem like a good idea to disobey, so I lowered my head and set to work on my meal. A few minutes later, I heard sounds coming from the kitchen. I looked up and realized that Mary was no longer tied to the bed waiting for another fuck, but was cleaning.

When he finished his meal, he took both of our plates away, then came back with a cloth to clean my face. He set to work removing all of the bonds and latches holding me in place. “Once you’ve acclimated to your new life, you will be required to crawl on your knees as I lead you on your leash. Most of the time, your arms will be bound behind you, so it will be your knees only. Also, I will often have your ankles bound in some way, which will make the task more difficult. But for now, you are not strong enough.” Again, he tossed me over his shoulders and carried me.

How on earth did he think I’d be able to crawl around on my knees
, if he constantly kept me in some sort of crazy position where I couldn’t move at all? He was crazy. Hot, but crazy.

He carried me down a hall I hadn’t yet been in, then opened a door that led into a home gym. Holy hell.

He set me down on my feet in front of him. “Because I’ll keep you incapacitated the large majority of the time, I require you to spend three hours a day in the gym.”

“I don’t—”

A quick slap across the cheek silenced me and drew fresh tears. “You’ve not been given permission to speak, slave.”

He pulled me over to an elliptical machine, but it wasn’t just any old elliptical. There were metal cuffs on the foot pedals and the hand levers. “I’ve programmed the machines for your beginning workout,” he said nonchalantly as he lifted me onto the thing and started locking my wrists and ankles into place. “You’ll do an hour here, and then I’ll return to move you to your next machine.”