Dark Erotic Fiction

Back in his office, George Johnson was looking at Allison’s record. He had been impressed by Roger thanking her, and he wanted to look at her record. He was amazed to see that she didn’t have privileges to leave the bar, and hadn’t asked for them. When the screen told him that the record had been updated, he refreshed the view and found the supervisor’s entry about Roger thanking Allison and the tip he had left for her. He looked through the record for anything that might have caused her not to be eligible for trips out of the bar and couldn’t find anything. He looked out into the business office and saw Joan. “Joan, come in here, please.” She came in immediately. “Please, sit. I see that Allison has good customer ratings and a lot of revenue, good suck ratings, and has been praised and given a big tip by Roger just now, but has never had a trip out of the bar, and she’s been here for three years. She has never been trained for higher responsibility, and she appears to be capable of it, and doesn’t have anything negative in her record. Do you know why?”

“It may be because she’s already a waitress and hasn’t asked for privileges or training. I usually wait for them to ask, at least for a while. I agree, she has potential.”

“Let’s give her a little push.” He picked up his phone and called the main bar, then told the head bartender to send Allison to his office when she wasn’t busy.

About fifteen minutes later, Allison showed up in the office, looking extremely nervous. She saw Joan working, and said, “I was called to see Mr. Johnson. I was going to have the floor supervisor handcuff me, but she said she wouldn’t do it.”

Joan replied, “As she shouldn’t. Don’t be nervous. Come with me.” Joan led Allison into Mr. Johnson’s office and said, “Allison is here.”

He said, “Good. Both of you, have a seat.” He paused, then spoke to Allison. “I was curious about you and looked up your records. You have a very good record, with lots of revenue and good ratings, and a nice balance in your personal account. However, you haven’t tried to advance, and you have never asked for a trip out of the bar. I would like to know why.” He looked at her and waited for a reply.

She was obviously agitated. She didn’t speak for a while, then finally said, “I … do OK as a waitress, and I don’t want to foul up in a different job.” She paused for quite a while, then said, “I don’t see any reason to leave the bar. My home town is hundreds of miles away from here, and my family sold me into slavery anyway. I don’t know anyone here outside of the bar staff. I have used some of my account money to get a few things I wanted, like a TV and books, and some of the others helped me order them.” She sat still after that, and it appeared that she had said all she thought was necessary.

Joan spoke up. “When you were promoted to white-collar, did you mess up?”

Allison said, “A little.”

“What happened as a result?”

“I was taught the proper methods.”

“Were you whipped?”

“No.”

“When you were promoted to green-collar, did you mess up?”

“Yes.”

“What happened?”

“I got some education.”

“Did you get whipped?”

“No, I got a few pussy shocks.”

“Was it too extreme a punishment?”

“No.”

“When you became a waitress and got that yellow collar, did you mess up?”

“Yes. Repeatedly.”

“What happened?”

“I got some help in learning the right way to do things.”

“Were you whipped or shocked?”

“No. I think it was because I admitted my problems and asked for help.”

“That is correct. Now, given those three situations, what makes you so terrified of trying something else and possibly improving your life?”

Allison sat still for a while, then finally said, “It was a difficult thing, getting to be a waitress. It was hard enough for me that I am afraid that anything harder would get me so messed up I’d get snuffed.”

Joan said, “As I recall, the things that you had trouble with were remembering orders and balancing a tray. The first we took care of with memory training. The second was just experience. Those are common problems, by the way, and we expected them. The more difficult parts of all your jobs you mastered almost immediately. You are smart. You could be of much more value to the bar, and help yourself. I want you to try to advance.”

Allison looked even more nervous than before, then said, “Why are you so interested in my advancement?”

Mr. Johnson replied, “Good question. We have a shortage of good management and supervisory candidates. You show promise. We would like to use you in more important roles.”

Allison looked even more nervous, but got a harder look on her face. “That’s part of it. You used the word ‘use’. I’m a slave, an object that can be used. I’m supposed to do things to improve your profits at almost no benefit to me. I haven’t been all that motivated.”

Joan and Mr. Johnson looked at each other with a slight smile, which made Allison even more nervous. Joan turned to her and said, “You have a point, but are missing a great deal. It’s true, you are a slave. You have no rights. On the other hand, I’m a slave and have no rights, and I got myself into a really good position. I had more bargaining power than you do, true, but it didn’t get me to where I am now. I got what I have now by being valuable to the bar. You have already gone up three steps since you were brought in as a black-collar slave. That’s because you showed yourself to be valuable. True, it’s in the bar’s best interest to get you in a position where your capabilities are used to the best advantage.” Joan smiled as she used the word ‘used.’ “However, you also get rewards when you do more for the bar. You might not think that the improvements have been all that much, but compare your life now to how it was as a new black-collar slave. It is quite an improvement, isn’t it?”

Allison nodded. Her mouth was dry.

Joan continued, “It is much better. It may help to know that even our black collars live a lot better than a lot of bar slaves, and a lot of industrial slaves. You haven’t even taken advantage of some of the benefits your good work has earned you. I suspect that you don’t think it was fair that you got enslaved.”

Allison nodded.
“Well, you did, and you have to accept it and get on with things. We are offering you a chance for a better life. There are rewards for succeeding. If you fail, all that will happen, as long as you tried, is that you will go back to being a waitress.”

Mr. Johnson said. “To give things a push, I’ll give you an early incentive. You are now in training to be a red-collar. I suspect you already know most of what you need to know. When you satisfy Joan that you are ready, you will get a red collar. This afternoon, you will go to the department store down the street and buy yourself clothes, including at least one nice outfit. The bar will split the first $400 of cost with you. Joan will give you a debit card that you can charge things to, and after you return, we will deduct your share of the cost from your account. You can wear clothes on the trip, if you can borrow them. Just to make things a little more interesting, Joan can’t lend you the clothes; you have to find someone else to borrow them from. After your buying spree is over, you will wear some of your new clothes and take a new bar slave, Elizabeth, to the Slave Store to get her fitted for a leather helmet. She will be serving dinner at my house tomorrow evening, and I don’t want her recognized, at least not at first.” He leaned back and looked Allison over. “You will be there, too, wearing your new nice outfit. A friend of mine and I get together with each other from time to time, eat a nice dinner, then swap slaves for the night. You will be my slave to swap tomorrow.”

Allison looked both happy and afraid at the same time. “You are giving me a promotion, and also sharing me sexually?”

“You sound unhappy about that. As I recall, when you have been in the Fuck Room, you seemed to enjoy it. A lot. If you liked that, a night with my friend will keep you smiling for a week.”

Allison blushed down to her breasts. She had enjoyed sex with Mr. Johnson. She wanted the sex he was going to let her have, but was still miffed a little about it being mandatory. However, she knew better than to resist, and Joan’s statement that her thinking her enslavement wasn’t fair was true, and it had been keeping her from doing things that were to her own benefit. She finally said, “All right, I’ll try.”

Mr. Johnson said, “That’s good. You can get started as soon as Joan gets you the card.” At that dismissal, Joan and Allison rose and left his office.

Outside, Joan said, “I figured it was enslavement resentment. It seems like you have decided that you might as well accept the situation and try to make it better.”

“I suppose. You said you had more bargaining power. How is that?”

“I volunteered, with a well-drawn contract to protect me. I had my reasons to volunteer. How did you get enslaved?”

“My parents were down-on-their-luck factory workers, with the ‘bad luck’ being they drank way to much and were lousy workers. I was a good student. One day, when it looked like they were about to lose the house, they sold me out. I think it got them three months of mortgage payments, but made me miserable. I got in contact with my brother after I made white collar, and it turns out he managed to save some of my stuff in a friend’s barn. He has sent some of the more personal stuff to me.”

“Well, they are in your past. Invite your brother to visit, if you like.”

“I may do that.”

Joan got a company debit card and put $600 in the account it drew on. “Use this, and I’ll transfer money afterward as Mr. Johnson indicated.”

Allison asked, “How bad is this slave swap going to be?”

Joan smiled. “I would like to be the swap slave again, frankly. I think you will like it. Now, either go naked, or borrow clothes. I’d ask Delia, if I were you; she’s near your size. I’m not sure why he said I couldn’t lend you clothes, except maybe to show you that there are others that have better lives. By the way, the first trip out is usually nude. You are getting a bonus.”

Allison found Delia on duty in the white-collar waiting area. “I’ve been told to go do something, and that I can dress to do it if I can get someone to lend me some clothes. Could I borrow some from you?”

Delia had found Allison to be pleasant and helpful , and was glad to help. She went to the floor supervisor and said, “Allison needs some help. Can I have a few minutes to help her out?”

The floor supervisor knew what Allison was to do, because Joan had sent her a message, so she said, “Sure. Take up to an hour. It’s slow now, anyway.”

Allison and Delia went to Delia’s room. Delia pulled out some underwear, then looked at Allison and said, “My bras won’t fit you, so you’ll have to go without.” She turned to the clothes rod she had rigged up (no closets for low-ranking slaves) and took down an informal outfit and handed it to Allison. “Here you go.”

Allison put on the proffered clothes and regarded herself in a small mirror Delia had. “This is the first time in three years that I’ve worn any clothing,” she said, obviously relishing it. “I hope I can do this more often.”

“What are you being sent out to do?”

“Buy clothes for myself.”

Delia laughed. “That makes it likely that you will do it more often. I figured they were grooming you for higher authority.”

“Why?”

“Because you are smart, pleasant, and efficient. You will get more privileges quickly, I suspect.”

Allison thanked Delia for the loan of the clothes, and went to the office. “I need directions to the store.”

Joan said, “Out the front door, turn right, two blocks. Be back in two hours. Have fun!”

Allison walked to the main entrance. She felt nervous, almost as nervous as when she had been in Mr. Johnson’s office. For a long time it had represented forbidden territory. The desk slave noticed her and smiled. “It’s OK, go on out. Joan called me and told me to expect you.” Allison took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and walked out the door. As she stood in the sunlight for the first time in three years, she started to feel better, and wished she had tried to do this sooner. She turned right and started walking.

An hour and a half later later, she stood by the customer service desk with $600 worth of purchases, wearing a new outfit, wondering how she was going to get all of it back to the bar. One of the desk attendants came out and asked her, “Can you handle all of that?”

“I don’t think so.”

“I’ll get a few stock workers to help you carry it back to the bar.”

Allison looked sharply at the attendant, wondering how she knew about her going back to the bar. The attendant laughed. “I saw your charge card. The bar sends its slaves here to get things, so I knew whose slave you were. It’s OK. All of the women working here are slaves, too. We like it when we see another slave doing well. I’ll get you the help you need.”

Allison smiled broadly and said, “Thank you. Somehow, encouragement from another slave is better than any other.”

Allison was soon on her way back to the bar with two jumpsuit-wearing store slaves. They took her parcels into the entry of the bar and put them by the desk. Allison thanked them, and they went back to the department store. Allison took three trips to her room to get it stowed away, hung Delia’s clothes on her doorknob, then went to the bar office again. Joan looked up and said, “Very nice.”

Allison turned to show off her new clothes and said, “I gave Delia her clothes back. Here’s the charge card. There was another job I was supposed to do.”

“Yes. Wait here. I don’t want you sashaying through the bar wearing clothes. I’ll get Elizabeth and explain what you are to do.”

Joan went to the white collar waiting area and collected Elizabeth. Elizabeth was handcuffed and leashed to a chair. Joan stopped at the floor supervisor’s station and asked about how Elizabeth had been doing.

“It’s gone well. It seems that a lot of men do like attractive middle-aged women to suck them. Some even say she looks like their wives. She has gotten good reviews.”

“Excellent. Check her out to me for a while. Mr. Johnson wants her fitted for an accessory for an alternate use for her.”

On the way back to the office, Elizabeth couldn’t hold her tongue. “Accessory? Alternate use? What’s going on?”

Joan stopped, and yanked on Elizabeth’s leash. “You ask a lot of annoying questions for a junior slave. If and when you are to get more information, it will be given to you. I’ll skip the pussy shocks I should administer, but I won’t skip the next one. Got that?” Elizabeth nodded, and Joan continued to the office.

“Allison, this is Elizabeth. Take her to the Slave Store and have them fit a leather helmet on her that exposes only her eyes. Bring her back with it on so I can examine it. They know you are coming and that you have authorization to put the purchase on the bar’s account, so you won’t need a charge card. Leave her handcuffed, and keep hold of her leash, at least when you are outside. If she gives you any trouble, call me.” Joan handed her a cell phone. “The bar is rapid dial number 1 on that phone. If she gets out of line, she gets a good pussy zap when she gets back here, and you get to do it. Sassing and arguing are getting out of line.” Joan looked at Elizabeth when she said the last sentence. Elizabeth shivered. “The Slave Store is a block past the department store. Go ahead and get started, and remember that slave management is one of the jobs of a red collar.”

Allison turned and walked away, holding Elizabeth’s leash. Elizabeth followed docilely, trying to avoid punishment.

As they entered the Slave Store, a nude store slave approached Allison and ignored Elizabeth. “How can I help you?”

“I’m from Suckers. This slave needs to be fitted with a leather helmet that exposes only her eyes.”

“We’ve been expecting you. Our fitter is in the work room and ready to start. Follow me, please.” She led Allison into a room to the rear of the sales floor, where another nude slave waited.

“Welcome. Have your slave sit in this chair and I’ll get started.” After Elizabeth was seated, the fitter chose a helmet from a table and slipped it over Elizabeth’s head, She pulled it back and forth, checking the chin fit and the slack at the back of the head, then removed it. “One size smaller, I think.” She slipped a different helmet on, checked several fit points, and said, “Yes, much better. I will finish the fitting by adding padding to the chin and a little at the back so it is properly snug. It will be just a few minutes.” She took off the hood, added leather pads in various places with a mild adhesive, and put it back on. She repeated the process several times, zipping up the closure at the back on the last two tries. “That seems good. I’ll glue the pads in with the final adhesive, and we can make a final check.” Two minutes later, the taut helmet was on display, completely enclosing Elizabeth’s head except for her eyes and nostrils. “This style doesn’t have a zipper for the mouth, just as they specified when they called. It does have zippers to expose the ears so she can hear better, in a serving situation.” The fitter pointed out a feature at the bottom of the zipper closure. “Use this loop and the hole in the zipper handle to lock it on, if desired. Is it satisfactory?”

“Yes, it looks good.”

“I’ll put the bill on the bar’s tab. Thank you for your business.”

Allison strolled back to the bar, not hurrying and not dallying. She looked around at the freedom of the street as she led the handcuffed and muffled Elizabeth, and marvelled that she hadn’t thought about escaping, when that was all she had thought about in the first few months of her slavery. She realized that she could run, but had no resources, no cash, and no place to go, and that it would be a short escape, with heavy penalties. She was hoping that life would get better. When she reached the bar, she led Elizabeth in and went directly to the office. “Joan, I’m back.”

Joan rose and inspected the helmet that Elizabeth was wearing. “Very nice. This fits the requirements. I’ll take it off and get her back into the suck rotation. You get your clothes off and finish your shift.” Allison left the office to strip and return to her nude vending of alcohol.
Joan spoke to Elizabeth as she removed the helmet. “You will be wearing this tomorrow night. You will be assisting Mr. Johnson’s house slave serving dinner to his guests. Before you ask, yes, you will be nude. And now, back to suck duty. You’ve made a good amount of money today and you have a nice customer satisfaction rating. That’s good. Making money and satisfying customers is the way you establish your value and stay alive.” Joan led Elizabeth by her leash to the floor supervisor and said, “Here she is. Let her loose on the cocks of the world.”
The floor supervisor laughed as Elizabeth cringed. “We’ve had a few requests for her. Two of the customers are still here. I’ll send her out right away. I’m having Delia do some leading, and she isn’t bad at it. I was assuming you wanted her to take on a bigger role.”
“Yes, I did. Good job.”
Allison was in her room, putting away the clothes she had worn on her trip to the Slave Store. Like she had when she was a green collar, she liked the feeling of having control over another slave. It gave her a rush. Maybe it had been a bad idea not to try to advance; it would give her more chances to dominate other slaves. She thought a little more, and decided that she hadn’t been using lower-ranking slaves to give her oral satisfaction anywhere near enough. Louise, the new green-collar, had been using her new authority to do that, and wasn’t even unpopular because of it. It might have something to do with the pleasant way she went about it, or that most of the slaves she used were those she had helped become better suckers. It didn’t matter; there were plenty of white and green collars that would service Allison without complaint, and she knew it.
A few minutes later she was back on the floor. She spotted a table with a long-time customer of hers, and headed there to greet him and get his order. “Hello. What can I get for you?”
The older man smiled. “I’d like a suck, Allison, and I want you to do it.”
“Of course, sir. I’ll get ready and cuffed and be right back.”
“Please, no cuffs. My late wife did something that I want to have again. She would cradle my balls in her hands and caress, not squeeze, them while she blew me. The suckers here are always handcuffed so they can’t do that.”
“All you have to do is ask, sir. I am happy to perform it any way you like. Do you have any other preferences?”
“For this one, instead of the energetic way that’s usual around here, I would like it slower, with you just going up and down over my cock.”
“Yes, sir. A bobber, coming up. I have to inform the supervisor, and I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
About two minutes later, Allison returned, without handcuffs and leash. Louise was with her as leader, but didn’t say anything. The customer had dropped his pants and was waiting for her half-erect. Allison knelt, put her hands under his balls, and started in on sucking him. She moved vigorously to get him fully hard, then slowed and started a bobbing motion. Louise looked surprised, but didn’t say anything; the customer seemed absorbed in the experience with his eyes closed. Allison sucked him for a long time. When he finally started making sounds and moving his hips, she sped up, and he orgasmed. She cleaned him as she withdrew, then stood and looked at her feet.
Louise asked the customer, “Was the suck satisfactory, Sir?”
He took a deep breath, then said, “It was exquisite. Just like I asked for. Come here, Allison.” Allison stepped up to him, and at his gesture leaned down to him. He kissed her, caressed her breast and her pussy, then said, “Thank you. That brought back a lot of memories.” Louise motioned to Allison to follow, and the two walked back to the cleaning area.
“What was that about?”
“He asked for me to do it the way his late wife used to do it. We’re supposed to follow the customer’s requests.”
“He seemed to appreciate it. We usually frown on contact after the suck, but he was gentle and affectionate, so it was OK. Good job.”
Allison just smiled. She had done far more blow jobs than Louise had, and she knew when a customer was satisfied.
About the same time, Elizabeth was being led to a table to suck another customer, the third since she had been returned to suck duty. This one was much like the others, a middle-aged man. The younger men didn’t request older suckers, it appeared. She knelt and started the suck, coaxing him to full erection and starting the multi-speed suck that she had been trained to perform. This one was taking longer than usual. She looked out of the corner of her eye and saw Delia tap her foot twice, the signal to finish up. She sped up the suck and applied even more suction, to no apparent effect. She decided that she only had one more option, and deep-throated the customer, then used the tightness of her throat to stimulate him. It finally worked; she felt him pulsing. She slowly withdrew from him, milking him with her lips as she pulled off, leaving him clean and moist. She struggled to her feet and stared at the floor.
Delia asked the customer, “Was the suck satisfactory, sir?”
“Yeah, it was great. I wondered if I would get off, but she pulled it off.”
Delia led Elizabeth back to the cleaning station. As she handed her off to the cleaner, she said, “We get a lot of that. Someone wants a second suck, or has just had too much to drink, or whose equipment doesn’t work very well will order a suck and the poor girl who has to do it is stuck. You managed to make it work, but sometimes it just doesn’t. I’ll mention the effort you made in the comments I put in for the report.”
Elizabeth worked steadily for the rest of the afternoon and on into the early evening. Delia showed up to get her when she went off-duty and took her to the chow hall, where she locked Elizabeth’s leash to a chain anchored to the floor. “Sit here while I get some food for you.”
When Delia returned, she unlocked the cuffs from Elizabeth’s right wrist and fastened the open cuff over the leash and chain. It didn’t restrain her much, but reinforced her lack of freedom. Elizabeth ate; she was ravenous. When she was done, she looked at Delia and said, “May I ask you some questions?”
“Go ahead.”
“Was this a normal day? Will I have days like this all the time? It seemed pretty rough.”
“It was a busy day for you. People were asking for the new wife-slave. You got more sucks than you would have in a normal rotation. Most suckers are young, and I’m not sure whether they will incorporate older suckers into the regular rotation. I do know that they are planning on putting some suckers out on display in the bar to see if that sells more sucks, and the older suckers will be included in that.”
“After this, will I get to rest?”
“You look tired. I am supposed to get you showered, then take you to the Fuck Room and get you set up to fuck. You can rest until the fucking starts.”
Elizabeth looked deflated and defeated. “On top of becoming a slave, being chained most of the day, and being made to suck cocks, I’m supposed to get raped too?”
“Not raped. Fucked. You are a slave, and your owner will be using the body he bought and paid for. It would be to your advantage to make it enjoyable. Your life here could be reasonably easy, or it could get a lot worse, and your attitude and your willingness to do what is expected will make a big difference in whether things are good for you or not.” Delia paused and smiled. “On top of that, the fucking is quite enjoyable.”
Elizabeth groaned as Delia unlocked the right side of the handcuffs and again pinioned Elizabeth’s hands behind her back, then unlocked the leash from the floor chain. As she took up the leash and led Elizabeth off, she said, “Let’s go to the white-collar shower room. I can fasten a long chain to your collar and take off the cuffs and let you shower, then help you with your hair. You’ve been shaved, so that’s not a problem. Off we go.”
An hour later, they were both freshly washed. Elizabeth had dried her hair and was looking really good. Delia handcuffed her and led her by leash to the Fuck Room, which Louise had unlocked for them earlier. After they had entered, Delia locked the door, then sat on the couch and said, “We have plenty of time. Kneel and lick me. If you make me feel good, I’ll reciprocate.” Elizabeth sighed and did as she was told. Delia was impressed with how good Elizabeth was at pleasing a female. She had heard from Louise that Elizabeth favored females, and it appeared that Louise was right. After a very pleasant experience, Delia decided that Elizabeth had earned a little pleasure, so she said, “Sit in the chair and spread your legs.”
Elizabeth did so, but said, “Can I get out of these handcuffs to enjoy it?”
Delia knelt and said, “The handcuffs stay on. You must remain controlled. I could put you in a belt and leather cuffs attached to the belt, but that would take time and wouldn’t be all that much better than what you have now.” Instead of waiting for more conversation, Delia launched into pleasuring Elizabeth, and Elizabeth produced no more complaints.
After that, Delia washed Elizabeth’s face for her, then had her sit on the bed and applied wrist and ankle cuffs made of leather and a leather belt, all secured with locks. She took a chain attached to the headboard of the bed and locked it to Elizabeth’s collar, then removed the handcuffs. Elizabeth stretched her arms, then said, “Keeping me securely bound, are you?”
“Yes. It was part of my instructions, and I am obeying them.”
“We’re all alone in here. You could give me a break.”
Delia gestured to two corners of the room. “Not with those cameras. We aren’t alone. You can assume that you are never alone around here. I’m sure that the cameras are off when Mr. Johnson is in here, but other than that they are probably on, and with you in here, probably watched. Lie on you back and stretch your arms to the corners of the bed. I have instructions on the position you are to be in.” Elizabeth complied. Shortly after that, Elizabeth was fastened down, with the belt secured to the lower corners of the bed and her wrists and ankles secured to the upper corners. Delia asked, “Have you ever been bound for sex before?”
“Never.”
“A shame. It can be so much fun. This position may seem difficult, but your butt hasn’t been pulled off the bed, and the leg chains are reasonably slack. I’ve enjoyed this situation greatly.”
“Will you be in here with us when I get fucked?”
“I don’t know. He may tell me to stay, and he may not.” As she spoke, Delia rubbed Elizabeth’s clitoris and noticed that she was wet. “It seems like you are ready for a good fuck.”
“The licking and the rubbing helped. George — Mr. Johnson — said he had always wanted to fuck me, and I wanted him to, but never told him. It’s funny that it takes being enslaved and made to suck cocks to get it to happen.”
“Louise told me you don’t like things put into your pussy, but you don’t seem to be too worried now about Mr. Johnson fucking you.”
“It’s mainly things other than cocks that bother me, even though I’ve been less fond of cocks in the last few years.”
Delia moved her fingers from Elizabeth’s clitoris down to her vagina, and slipped a finger in, full-depth. Elizabeth gasped. “You don’t seem too upset about fingers.”
“Female fingers, I’ve had.”
“Well, when your owner arrives, you’ll be getting seven inches of good, hard, thick cock. He goes really slow most of the time. He’s one of those guys that wants to be inside you for a long time.”
“Will he gag me?
“I don’t know. He hasn’t gagged me, or Louise, or anyone else I’ve heard talk about it. Be pleasant and I doubt that he will.”
Just then, there was the sound of a key in the door, and Mr. Johnson walked in, closed the door, and locked it. Delia stood and faced him.
“Hello, Delia. I see you have her ready. Help me with my clothes.”
Delia did as ordered, taking the clothes as he handed them to her and hanging them. When he was nude, he looked her over appreciatively, then said, “You will be staying. Stand by the bed.” He went to the bed and sat on the edge, then looked down at Elizabeth and said, “Well, Lizzy, I never thought this would happen, but here we are.”
She looked back at him and said, “Well, I’m in an awkward position here.” They both laughed. “You told me that you had wanted to fuck me. I always wanted you to ask. The position I’m in isn’t asking, but I get the point.”
“You are about to get the point, and the shaft too.” He rose and said, “Delia, put a condom on me.” Delia efficiently rolled a condom onto his erect member. He said, “You may sit while I’m busy,” and turned to the bed to climb onto Elizabeth. He slipped inside easily, seated himself deeply, and pressed into her hard, then stayed there motionless. It was a long, extremely slow fuck, with him remaining motionless for quite a while between long, slow strokes. Elizabeth wanted more movement, but his weight was concentrated on her pubic bone and was stimulating her clitoris, and it started to make her more aroused. The longer it lasted, the shorter the time between stroked, until he was continually slowly stroking away. Elizabeth was using her vaginal muscles to clench his member and was using her extremely limited freedom of movement to thrust back at him, despite her referring to her impending fucking as rape. He sped up, and Elizabeth came with a loud moan and shivers. He didn’t come, however; he just kept it up. Finally, he sped up to a rather brisk pace and came, just as she came again. He lay still atop her, breathing fast. Neither had spoken since he had penetrated her. He finally rose and stood, then said, “Delia, clean me off.”
Delia came to him, knelt, and carefully took him into her mouth and cleaned his cock. When she was done, she looked up at him. “Unlock her and take off all the restraints. You two can use the bathroom after me. I’m sleeping here tonight, and you two are sleeping with me in case I get horny in the night.” He smiled at Elizabeth. “I enjoyed that a great deal. I hope you did.”
She replied, “Yes, I did. Two orgasms. Those were the first from sex with a man in years. Will you be doing this a lot?”
“Probably not with you. We get requests from customers to let them have sex with some of our bar slaves, and we sometimes rent them out. I think you will be getting some of those requests.”
Half an hour later, they were all asleep. Delia was unrestrained, while Elizabeth was chained to the bed by her collar.