Laura tensed up as she felt the van leaving the highway and losing speed. They were getting close to the next delivery. She glanced around the blinded compartment at the other remaining girls, all handcuffed to their seats like her. All looking scared and defeated. Three remaining, including her. Five seats now empty, except for the urine of one girl who had peed herself when he had come for her.
Every time they stopped the large bald man would come into the compartment and take one of the girls. First he put a metal collar around their neck that seemed to lock in place. Then he would unlock the handcuffs from the seat, and lock it to the collar instead. Then he would force a ball gag into the girl's mouth and fasten it behind her head. Lastly he would pull a dark hood over her head before leading her around the partition to the front compartment. A door would open and close, and she would hear them both walking away. Ten minutes later, only one pair of footsteps would return and the van would set off again.
A bump in the road shook Laura and she heard a whimper from one of the other girls. She looked over at the small blonde girl sitting in front of her, wishing there was something she could say to comfort her. But she had learned by now that talking was not allowed. Even with the noise of the van, the bald man would hear, and he had already pulled over once to demonstrate...
Laura shivered and shook her head. At least she had been allowed to put her old clothes back on. Two of the girls had been put into the van naked, and the blonde girl seemed to be dressed up in some sort of ridiculous schoolgirl uniform.
It had not taken her long to realize what was going on after she had been kidnapped all those days ago. Almost immediately she had been told that her value was directly related to her obedience and that if she became more trouble than she was worth she would be 'trashed'. Although even obedience hadn't stopped them from beating her several times. She had been stripped naked and locked up in a room with a dozen other girls. Subjected to an intrusive medical examination by a filthy old nurse. They had filmed her with digital cameras as she was forced into humiliating positions, while the bald man was busy typing on a laptop. They had sold her. She had been captured, inspected, put on display and auctioned off like a cow.
Laura swallowed hard at the horrible memories of that place. The constant crying of the girls. The shouted orders and profanity of the men. The threats and demonstrations of violence against any who resisted. There had been a naked black woman chained up in a corner of the work room. She looked filthy, bruised and weak. Whenever one of the men came close they would kick her. When Laura heard her calling out for water she saw the bald man walk over and piss on her face and head. The woman had licked it up off the floor. Laura shivered again. She had done as she was told...
The van seemed to take more turns now, and after a while the road became uneven, gravelly. The tension in the compartment seemed to rise as the girls realized they were nearing the next stop. A few more bumps and the van came to a halt. There was a sound of dogs barking outside. The bald man entered the back compartment and Laura felt a chill run down her spine as his eyes went straight to hers.
He approached and unlocked her handcuffs from the seat before sticking a thumb in the air and saying "Up". She stood up, stretching her arms and legs for just a moment without taking her eyes off of his, before raising her wrists towards her throat and opening her mouth. The man grinned. "Good girl. You've learned how to live longer, haven't you."
He quickly locked the collar around her neck, attached the handcuffs, gagged her and pulled the hood over her head. The world was now black. The man grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the front compartment where she heard the door being opened. "Two steps down." He stood in front of her and guided her out of the van without much trouble. She breathed deeply and the fresh air felt good after the stinking van. She could feel the sun still shining warmly in spite of a stiff breeze and she heard a number of dogs barking and running around her. She followed the guiding hand on her arm towards the sound of a door being opened, and a new man's voice shouted out at the dogs, who quieted down.
"Big step up." Laura felt the wind vanish as she entered the house and was led through a hallway into what felt like a large room. "Stand here. Don't move." The hand left her arm and she breathed deeply, trying to calm her nerves. She heard the bald man move away from her and start talking to the man who had opened the door. "Here she is. Just as ordered. Now remember, you have one week to reconsider for a partial refund. After that the money is ours. We can off course always help you dispose of her if you require it, for a modest fee." Laura tensed up. Dispose?
"I understand. Although if she's what you claimed her to be, there shouldn't be any need of that."
The bald man chuckled. "I'll leave that up to you. Here are your keys. This one is for the cuffs, that one is for the collar. Make sure it's in a secure place." There was a sound of a key ring being handed over.
"Off course. I'll put it in the safe. Has her collar been tuned to my transmitter?"
"Yeah, it's been set. You probably want to go for a walk with her to test the range and explain how it works."
"Yes, that's a good idea. Thank you and have a good trip back."
"You are most welcome."
There was the sound of a handshake, and then the two men left the room. Laura heard the front door opening and some more excited barking from the dogs. Soon she heard the muffled sound of the van's engine starting, and then drifting off into the distance.
Laura remained standing still for a few more minutes as she heard the remaining man move around the house before returning to the room she was in. She tensed up as she heard him approach and walk around her. "Well, my dear. I think it's about time we introduce ourselves." The hood was pulled off her head, and Laura had to blink in the sudden light. "My name is Peter. And yours is... Laura?"
* * * * * *
Laura stared at the man in front of her. Gray-blue eyes, short blonde hair, a double chin, a friendly smile on his face. Not what she had expected after the past days. As she stared Peter took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped away a bit of drool that had begun to drip from the ball gag in her mouth.
"Let's take this out, shall we?" He reached up slowly behind her head and Laura felt the strap of the ball gag being released. She breathed deeply and flexed her jaw after he pulled the gag out of her mouth, wrapping it in his handkerchief and putting it in his pocket. He smiled at her again. "So, your name is Laura?"
"Ye..." Her throat caught and she had to cough a few times and swallow before trying again. "Yes."
He nodded. "Good." He took a key from his pocket and unlocked the cuffs from her collar. Laura thankfully let her arms drop, although her wrists were still cuffed together in front of her, this was much more comfortable. He slipped a finger behind the metal collar round her neck and gently pulled on it a few times. "Do you know what this is?"
Laura thought about what they had said about keys and a transmitter, but it didn't make any sense to her so she shook her head.
Peter indicated a couch on one side of the room. "I think you'd better sit down. I'm sure you've had a rough time and I want you to understand what I'm about to tell you."
Laura blinked a few times. A rough time? Was he kidding? She sat down on the couch warily, and began to eye the room she was in. A large living room, although there were several pillars in it set at regular intervals. The couch, chairs and a table were set between the pillars to maximize the useable space. There were several hallways leading off into other parts of the house and towards one side she saw a large kitchen with a dining table.
Peter sat down next to her and noticed her gaze. "I'll let you wander around and look at the whole place soon, but now I want you to pay attention. Your life depends on it."
Laura looked at him with a mixture of disbelief and fear. "What do you mean?"
Peter reached out and put a hand on her handcuffs. "The collar around your neck contains a small amount of explosives. Just enough to fracture the collar, and blast the metal shards into your throat, cutting your arteries and windpipe."
Laura's eyes went wide and she gaped at him. "What?" She tried to raise her hands to her throat, but Peter held them down firmly.
"Don't try to remove it, or damage it. It is rigged to go off if it is broken without the proper key."
Laura stared at him, gaping, almost panting for breath in rising panic. "You... You can't do this to me!" She tried to pull her hands back, but Peter held on to them, putting his other hand on her shoulder, holding her down.
"You need to understand this and relax. It is done. If you follow the rules and obey it will never go off."
Laura struggled more, but Peter seemed to be prepared for it and held her down on the couch. After about a minute she sagged and with a whispered "oh god" she started crying.
* * * * * *
It took a while with everything that had happened to her for her sobbing to subside. Peter had put his arms around her and gently rocked her to and fro as Laura cried her heart out onto his shoulder. When she was done, Peter slowly let go of her and brushed her hair back from her face. "Feeling better?"
Laura nodded. "Yes."
"And you're not going to try to rip off your collar?"
Laura hesitated, looking down at the floor, feeling a wave of resentment well up in her, but she clenched her teeth and shook her head. "No."
"All right." He reached into his pocket for the key again, and removed the handcuffs.
Laura rubbed her wrists and looked at Peter again. A little taller than her and certainly much heavier. He had used his weight to hold her down on the couch earlier. But he didn't look like someone who worked out. Maybe she could hit him with something...
Peter smiled at her. "Let me get you some water. You must be thirsty." He stood up and walked into the kitchen.
Laura looked around again, seeing a fireplace with logs of wood and a sturdy looking poker standing beside it. She stood up and took a step towards it, when Peter returned from the kitchen with a large glass of water in his hand.
Peter looked at her, then at the fireplace, seeing the poker. He sighed and put the glass of water on the table in the center of the living room. Then he sat down in a chair opposite the couch, looking at her. "There's more you need to know about the collar."
Laura, standing within arm's reach of the poker hesitated and looked at him. "What is it?"
"You probably heard me mention the transmitter when you were brought in earlier. There's a device in the house that transmits a simple signal to your collar. When the signal becomes weak, for instance if you were to stray too far from the house, the collar will start beeping to tell you to go back. If the collar no longer receives the signal, it will go off."
Laura backed up a step, bumping into the stone fireplace.
"Additionally, the transmitter requires me to enter a code every 72 hours, or it will stop transmitting. So if you hit me over the head with that poker and bury me in the back yard, you will be dead in three days..."
Laura sank down to the floor with her back against the rough stone of the fireplace. "Why... Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I want someone, a nice girl like you, to belong to me, mind, body and soul. And that collar certainly ensures loyalty. If you want to live, you need to give me a reason to let you."
"You're going to rape me?"
Peter smiled, though it didn't seem quite as friendly as before. "Not at all. You're going to offer yourself to me willingly. You're going to beg me to have sex with you, in return for another day to live."
Laura felt her heart pounding with the desire to lash out or run away. What he was saying was impossible, and yet... "And if I don't?"
"You're no longer bound. The front door is unlocked. All you need to do is go for a walk. About two hundred meters from the house all your troubles will be over." He sighed. "And I'd have to make a few phone calls."
Laura looked up and frowned at him. "What if I got to the phone?"
He smiled again and pointed to the kitchen, where a phone with a long cord was hanging on the wall. "Who would you call? The police? Even if they'd believe you, the first thing they would do is remove you from the house, or attempt to remove the collar. Sure. I could be in trouble. But you would still be dead."
"I could call my parents. My friends."
"You don't have any parents. And your friends are... were a bunch of pathetic lowlifes who probably couldn't find you even if you were still in the same city." He smiled again, without warmth. "And you don't even know which country you're in."
Laura swallowed hard and put her head between her hands. "You're a fucking bastard."
Peter stood up, picked up the glass and held it in front of her. Laura grabbed it and drank greedily, feeling drained and quite parched. "Yes. But how I treat you is also very much up to you, my dear."
* * * * * *
Peter extended a hand to Laura. "Stand up. I think it's time you had a shower. It doesn't look like your stay at the shop was very good for you."
Laura accepted his hand and stood up. "It was a horrible place."
Peter nodded. "Follow me." He led the way out of the living room and along a short corridor. He opened a door and Laura saw a large white tiled bathroom. There was a bathtub on one side and a separate shower in the corner. A toilet and washbowl flanked each other on the remaining wall. There was a soft white cloth on the floor and there were several shelves with towels and toiletries.
Laura walked in and turned to the toilet, muttering "Oh, I need that", when she noticed Peter followed her into the bathroom. "Umm..."
Peter sat down on the edge of the bathtub and looked at her. "Yes?"
She glanced at the door and hesitated. "Could you, eh..."
Peter looked at the open door and snorted. "Off course not. Go on. Take off your clothes. I want to see what I've bought."
Laura blushed and looked down. "But I need to use the toilet."
"Yes, and you can do that after you've taken off your clothes."
"But I..."Laura stammered and held her arms close against her making herself small.
Peter stood up and put a hand under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Understand that when I give you an order, the only thing I want to hear from you is 'Yes, sir.' In fact the last word out of your mouth should always be sir, or master. I've gone easy on you because I know it has been a hard day for you, but the day isn't over yet, and the sooner you learn exactly what your position is the better. Do you understand, slave?"
Laura stared at him with fear and anger, but unable to move.
Peter clenched his hand, gripping her jaw tighter, painfully. "Don't you understand? You have less than seven days to convince me you are worth keeping. You could have a pretty good life here, as long as you do as you're told. If I send you back to the shop, you'll lose a lot of your value. They'll sell you on to a place where they don't let you walk around, where you won't even see a shower. They'll just chain you up somewhere and use you until you are dead." He shook her and a note of exasperation sounded in his voice. "Do you understand?"
Laura whimpered and put a hand on his wrist. "Yes. Please don't hurt me."
Peter let go and straightened up, looking down at her. "Yes, what?"
Laura swallowed and looked up in his eyes. "Yes, master."
* * * * * *
Laura reached behind her to untie her dress, then she pulled it up over her head. Pulling it off her arms, she noticed Peter was looking at her body, glancing up and down between her black bra and panties with a little smile on his face. She folded up the dress and put it on top of a basket that looked like a laundry hamper. Then she stepped out of her shoes and put them next to it.
"Raise your arms and turn around for me."
"Yes, sir." She even managed a little smile as she raised her arms above her head and slowly turned a full circle, watching Peter's smile widen as his eyes took in every curve of her body.
"Go on."
She reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, letting the black fabric fall forward to reveal her small but perky breasts. She stood still for a moment, with the bra in her hands, watching Peter look at them, then she dropped the bra on her dress, and slipped her fingers behind the elastic of her panties. In a smooth motion she pulled them down, and stepped out of them, dropping them on top of the bra. She hesitated a moment, then she smiled at Peter, raised her arms above her head and turned another circle.
Peter smiled back at her. "Very good. He said you were a fast learner."
Laura's smile faded for a second at the mention of the bald man, but she forced it back on her face. "Thank you, sir."
"You wanted to use the toilet?"
Laura nodded and raised the lid, sitting down on it with a sigh. She looked at Peter first, but quickly she blushed and looked down at the floor. "This is... hard, sir."
Peter stood up with a grin and turned on the shower.
"Thank you, sir." Laura concentrated on the bathroom carpet and after a few moments she sighed deeply as a strong stream of urine clattered into the bowl. She watched Peter fiddle with the taps, putting a hand in the stream of water to test it for temperature and she thought about what he'd said. She could have a good life here. With him? With what he'd done to her? She fingered the collar around her neck and swallowed hard. With what she'd have to do for him? She looked down as the stream turned into a trickle, and then stopped. Better than the alternative. She shivered and grabbed a piece of toilet paper to clean herself before standing up and flushing.
"I've set the water a little hot. Feel it before you step in."
"Yes, sir." She looked at Peter, still standing in front of her wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt with some cartoon animal on it. "May I... help you out of your clothes, master?"
Peter grinned. "Very well."
He raised his arms and Laura pulled his t-shirt up over his chest, sliding her hands along his skin, feeling the hair on his chest. For a moment, his head and arms were entangled in the t-shirt and she leaned forward to place a few soft kisses on his chest. He pulled further and dropped the t-shirt near the hamper, letting his arms come down around her, resting lightly on her shoulders. She placed more kisses on his stomach as she undid the button and zipper of his jeans and pulled them down his legs, while at the same time getting down on her knees in front of him. His excitement was evident through the stretched fabric of his white underpants and she playfully bumped her nose against it, as she helped him step out of the jeans.
Peter's hands moved up and his fingers played with her ears and through her hair as she brought her face close to his crotch again. Looking up for a moment, she waited for a nod from Peter before hooking her fingers in his underpants and pulling them down. She didn't waste time pulling them down far, before letting her hands slide back up his legs. She stroked her fingers through his pubic hair and with her other hand, she gently tickled his balls, making his penis twitch in anticipation.
The hand on her hair seemed to become a little more insistent, and without hesitation she opened her mouth and moved forward, sucking his cock into her mouth. Placing her hands on his hips, she started moving back and forth in a steady rhythm, sucking and working her tongue around the shaft. Surprisingly quickly she started to hear Peter moan and both his hands were on her head now, pushing her quicker and harder. She followed their rhythm and in less than a minute she heard a low grunt and tasted his salty sperm. She swallowed and waited for his hands to release their grip. Then she slowly pulled back and licked his penis clean. "Thank you, master."
Peter panted for a moment, then he pulled her to her feet. He smiled at her and kissed her on the mouth. "Thank you, my dear."
* * * * * *
Peter smiled at her. "Now you've gotten me dirty. We'll have to take that shower together."
Laura nodded and felt the water, before stepping into the spray. She sighed in satisfaction as the hot water streamed over her body. She stretched and let the water run through her hair and over her face. She opened her mouth and let the water run in, moving the water around her mouth before spitting it towards the drain.
Peter stood before her, squirting some shampoo into his hand. "Turn around." Laura turned her back and felt his fingers run through her hair, gently massaging the shampoo into it. "Your hair is a mess. You'll have to brush it thoroughly."
"Yeah. It's been a while since I last washed it." She picked up a bar of soap from a little rack on the wall and began to soap up her body while Peter continued to wash her hair. He rinsed out all the shampoo, then put more in and massaged it again.
"Better let it soak in for a while. Turn around." He took the soap from her and lathered up his hands, then he began to rub her breasts with a big smile on his face, feeling her nipples harden quickly. "Nice."
Laura frowned for a moment, but she didn't resist.
Peter pushed her back against the wall of the shower and bent his head forward, quickly closing his mouth over one of her nipples, licking and sucking greedily. The hand that was there slipped downward over her stomach and between her legs, where his fingers began pushing between her lips.
Laura grunted at the sudden intrusion and had to fight the urge to push him away. Instead she parted her legs. After a moment she started moaning softly and caressing his back, enjoying the attention to her breasts at least.
Peter came up for air and kissed his way up to her ear, whispering "You're a good little slave girl, aren't you?"
Laura moaned "Yes, master."
He moved his head down again and pushed another finger inside her, while rubbing his thumb over her clit. His sucking became more intense and she started to feel the edges of his teeth running around her nipple. The other nipple was steadily being pinched and pulled.
Laura moaned louder and began to rub her crotch into his hand, feeling herself tense up. "Oh... Fuck... Yes!" With a loud moan she clenched her legs together around his hand and dug her finger nails into his back.
Peter grunted at the pain of her nails and pulled back a bit, grinning at her. "I'll take that as a mark of approval."
Laura's moaning slowly subsided and she looked at him, her smile real and warm. "Thank you... Master."
Peter returned her smile. "Two down, one to go."
Laura looked confused for a moment. "What do you mean?"
"Turn around and bend over." Peter looked at her expectantly.
Laura looked taken aback. "Oh no, please..."
Peter frowned. "Are you saying no to me, slave?"
Laura stared at him, trying to think of something to say, anything to stop him from... She hung her head. "I'm sorry, sir." Slowly she turned around. She bent forward, grabbing hold of the side of the bathtub, and spread her legs.
"That's better." Peter stood behind her, and she felt him run his fingers between her cunt lips, coating them in her still dripping juices. Then he moved his hand up and pushed between her buttocks, rubbing his fingertips over her anus.
She shivered as she felt the tips push harder and harder against her and she tried to relax, knowing it would hurt. One finger went in and she gripped the bathtub tight. He pushed in a second finger and moved them in and out slowly. Then he pulled out his fingers and she felt his cock slide between her buttocks, moving up and down until he'd positioned it.
Peter placed both hands on her hips and with a grunt, he pushed into her. Laura gasped loudly and moved with him, trying to reduce the pressure, but one hand left her hip and slapped her rump hard. "Hold still, slave."
"I'm sorry, master." She gritted her teeth and held on to the bathtub as Peter began moving back and forth, fucking her harder and harder up her ass. The earlier blowjob seemed to have taken the edge off for him, as it was taking much longer before he started moaning with each thrust. Still, his speed increased steadily until she was shaking with the impact and soon she heard the same low grunt and felt something hot shoot into her.
Laura held still until he had pulled out, then she turned around and sat on the edge of the bathtub, looking at the floor. "Thank you, master." she said softly.
Peter seemed to be washing himself in the shower and before long stepped out to dry himself off. "Finish your shower and clean yourself up a bit. Don't put your clothes back on when you're done. You won't be needing them. I want to see you in the kitchen in thirty minutes. Understood?"
"Yes, master."
* * * * * *
Laura looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair looked much better now it had been brushed and her skin felt smooth and clean. But there were rings under her eyes and after the hot shower and the sex, she felt rather tired. Staring in the mirror she wondered at the kaleidoscope of emotions that had run through her that day. Well, mostly fear, anger and pain. And lust? The sex had been... good. Sort of. And if that anal sex was the worst he would do to her, then maybe he was right and she could have some sort of life here.
She heard a clock strike the hour from somewhere down the corridor and quickly ran another hand through her hair. The brushing of her hair had taken a long time, and she didn't want to be late. She applied some deodorant and tried to smile at herself in the mirror. It didn't quite work. With a deep sigh and a wistful glance at her underwear still lying on the hamper, she turned and left the bathroom.
The stone floor of the corridor felt cold to her feet and she noticed that the slightly colder air outside the bathroom made her nipples stand out a little. She walked into the living room and was glad to see the fireplace had been stoked and was putting out a welcome warmth as well as casting a friendly glow into the room. The curtains had been drawn across the windows and a few lamps had been lit. She saw the empty water glass still standing on the floor where she left it and picked it up.
She walked on into the kitchen, where the light was burning and she looked over the modern fittings and appliances. A gas cooker and what looked like a gas oven beneath it. A separate microwave, which from the dirt caking the glass and finger marks on the controls looked like it got a lot more use. A double sink, with plenty of work space. A dishwasher and a large refrigerator. She looked inside it and sighed. Microwave dinners, butter, packs of sliced sausage, a carton of milk. Not a sign of any vegetables or fruit. She tapped another glass of water, drank it thirstily, then put the glass on the counter.
There was a large door just beyond the refrigerator. Laura opened it and a gust of cold air swirled around her. She shivered as she fumbled about for a light switch. There was a step down and the floor was bare concrete, very cold and rough. She saw a washer and a dryer standing in a corner, and most of the walls were taken up with shelves. This must be the kitchen annex. The shelves were stocked with canned food, bottles and boxes. Enough food to last two people for weeks.
There was another door in the small room, which opened up into a large garage. She saw two cars standing in it, a small red two-seater sports car and a larger dark blue sedan. The garage had a large sliding door, and a smaller one with a dirty window to the side which both led outside. Laura hesitated, still standing in the doorway from the kitchen annex. It looked like it was getting dark outside, and she could see a tree moving in the wind. It would be cold, and she was naked.
She heard a noise behind her and turned to look, seeing Peter standing in the kitchen doorway, looking at her. Without a word he stepped back and she heard him sit down at the kitchen table. Laura glanced back at the small window and sighed. She understood the gesture. He wouldn't stop her, but she would be a fool. She closed the garage door and stepped back into the kitchen, closing the door to the annex as well. She shivered and pulled her arms close around her when she realized how cold she was.
Peter was sitting at the kitchen table, wearing his jeans and t-shirt again. "I'm glad you stayed in. The dogs don't know you yet, and they're not friendly to nightly visitors."
Laura looked at him but remained silent. Peter looked back, occasionally glancing at her body, but mostly just staring back into her eyes. Laura wasn't sure what he wanted. She wasn't afraid of dogs. Then her stomach broke the silence by rumbling. She hadn't eaten all day.
Peter broke into a smile and nodded at the refrigerator. "There are two microwave dinners in there. Heat them up."
"Yes, sir." Laura busied herself preparing the dinners, looking through drawers for cutlery and on shelves and behind doors for plates and glasses. "What would you like to drink, sir?"
"There's some diet pepsi in the fridge. Take what you like for yourself."
"Yes, sir." Laura poured a glass of cola and a glass of milk for herself. When the microwave dinged, she had set two places at the table. She carefully arranged the microwave dinners on the plates and then placed them on the table. The smell made her mouth water after the little food she had gotten the past days. She sat down at the table and looked at Peter, who had been watching her move about closely, probably with something other than food on his mind. "May I, sir?"
Peter nodded and picked up his own knife and fork, watching her eagerly dig into her food. "You seem to enjoy being in a kitchen."
Laura nodded, her mouth full of potatoes. She swallowed and said "Yes, sir. I love to cook." then quickly took another bite of some beans.
Peter slowly chewed as he watched her with fascination. "Excellent. I'm a disaster in the kitchen. The best I can do is heat up dinners like this." He sipped his cola thoughtfully. "You'll have to make some lists of stuff you need. Clothes, makeup, lotions, tampons and whatever. And you can make lists of food and things you need for the kitchen."
Laura looked up and smiled through her chewing. "You'll let me wear clothes, sir? I thought..."
Peter chuckled. "Off course. I'm just horny right now, but I won't be twenty four seven." He chewed slowly while watching her scrape up the last scraps of potato and sauce from her plate. Suddenly he stood up and picked up his glass. "You can finish mine as well. You look like you need it." He pointed at a corner of the living room. "Down there and to the left is my bedroom. When you're done and have cleaned up the kitchen, come find me there."
Laura smiled up at him as she pulled his plate towards her. "Yes, master. Thank you."
* * * * * *
Laura walked towards the corner of the living room that Peter had indicated. She had cleaned up the kitchen, and then visited the bathroom to pee and brush her teeth. She felt surprisingly good now, clean and warm and fed, though her limbs were starting to feel a bit sluggish. His bedroom... She smiled to herself. A nice regular fuck to round off the evening wouldn't be so bad, and then... Sleep. Blissful sleep.
She reached the corner and saw a niche in the wall that was almost hidden from view, with a thick curtain hanging in it. She pushed it aside and stepped through. Behind it was a room, about half the size of the living room. Against the back wall stood a large double-bed with green sheets. Opposite it on the other wall was a large flat screen television, and some video equipment. There were a few windows but they had their curtains drawn.
She smiled at Peter who was lying on the bed, naked, stroking himself. His eyes went from the television to her and he smiled back at her warmly. "I see you are ready for me, master." She moved forward and was about to step onto the bed when a voice from the television cried out. She turned to look at the picture and froze, staring at the television. It was her.
She recognized the video from the shop. They had just brought her in and two men were holding her down on the ground, pulling her arms and legs wide as the camera panned over her naked body. She heard her own feeble protestations, until one of the men raised his hand as if to hit her. She remembered what had happened next. Her fear had taken over and she stopped resisting, doing everything she was told to.
She bowed her head away from the television and balled her fists at the shameful memories. "Please... Master. I beg you. Stop it." Her voice was shaking.
"No." His voice was tinged with humor as if he thought it was a great joke. She heard a soft bleep from near the television. "Look at it again."
Slowly she raised her head, dreading what she might see. The her in the video had pulled her knees up to her chest, and was spreading her pussy lips apart with her fingers, as the camera zoomed in to show close-ups of her cunt and anus. The image quality was impressive. There was also a smaller picture in the top left corner that seemed to show Peter masturbating in his bed. She looked further up and saw a video camera hanging just above the television aimed at the bed. She was just out of the picture on the left. "Oh god no."
The Peter in the picture looked in her direction. "Come onto the bed and straddle my waist, facing the television, slave. I want you to watch yourself as you fuck me."
Laura turned and stared at Peter. Her despair clear as day in her eyes, but greeted only by a wicked triumphant grin. She swallowed hard before starting to crawl onto the bed. "You're a fucking asshole, master."
Peter laughed out loud and slapped her on a buttock that had just come within reach. "Thank you, slave. I do so try my best. Remember, I want your eyes on the television and nowhere else. I will be watching the tape, and if I'm not satisfied with the results you will be punished..."
Laura shivered as she crawled over his waist and sat up on her knees, positioning herself above his cock. With a sigh she lowered herself onto it, and raised her head just in time to see her other self pushing a large vibrator into her cunt. She looked up at the smaller picture and watched herself start to move up and down in steady strokes.
Behind her Peter started moaning softly. "Oh man, this is good. I can't wait to share this with the guys on the forum."
Laura balled her fists and clenched her jaw as she moved up and down, trying to focus on anything except what she saw and heard. She stared blankly at a point beyond the television screen, trying to ignore the whimpers, the words and the images assaulting her.
* * * * * *
Laura lay curled up on the edge of the bed. Peter had had a surprising amount of stamina, taking her from behind on all fours, after she had ridden him. Then she had had to lie down on her back with her knees up and spread wide for the camera while he sat on her face. She'd had to suck his balls and lick his ass while he pinched her nipples and clit painfully, and inserted things into her cunt. Finally she had to give him one last blowjob. A difficult task given how much he'd already cum. It had taken her a good five minutes sucking hard, and fingering his asshole to get a last few drops of sperm out of him, but he finally seemed sated for the night.
"You remember the way to the bathroom?"
"Yes, sir." Her voice was weak and tired.
"The second door on the right in that corridor leads to your room. You'll find a bed there and some clothes that might fit you. There should also be an alarm clock. Set it to seven am. I will want breakfast ready when I get up at seven thirty. Understood?"
"Yes, sir." Laura slipped off the side of the bed and stood up, feeling sore and tired. She walked in front of the television where Peter had already started the video he had made of her that night.
"Goodnight, slave."
"Goodnight, master." Laura pushed past the curtain and walked through the living room. The fire had died down and the house felt cold and empty. She turned into the corridor with the bathroom and opened the second door on the right. A small room, with a bed, a desk against the wall, a closet and a window, looking out into the darkness.
She didn't bother closing the curtains, but just dropped down onto the bed, falling straight to sleep.
