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TWO

Bob roped her bare hands together again, tightly knotting the leather cord around the bedposts, securing her and grinning his darkly famous smile. Emma's heart pounded. She hated him. He'd bought her like some cheap whore (and his mind, that was what she was) and treated her like a dog on a short leash. He didn't care for her well being, only that he got what he wanted from her. She was an object, less that the dirtiest hooker on the street in his eyes. It's not my fault! She longed to scream at him, make him see reason, but he was past that. He was in control, and all he could see was her smooth slit. And she loathed him for it.

Bob stared at her hungrily, his erection growing at the sultry sight of her naked and bound to the bed, her black hair partially in her face and a flame flickering in her eyes. He left himself clothed and slipped over her, pleased by her terrified expression. His nose was an inch from hers, her cool, sweet breath gently brushing against his face.

"We can do this one of two ways," he panted, blue eyes staring deep into her emerald ones. "You can be uncooperative and make it hurt like a bitch, or you can be willing and I'll make it feel good for you." He drew a thick, calloused finger over her slit slowly, a drop of warm moisture forming beneath his practiced fingers. Emma bit her lip, hating him for making her body betray her in such a severe way. She didn't answer as he continued to slowly rub her. His patience grew thin and he roughly shoved a finger deep within her, bringing out a pained whimper.

"Make it feel good," she whispered, not trusting her voice at any higher volume. Bob smirked satisfactorily as he slowly brought his finger out, covered in her sweetly scented dew. His finger laved over her wet opening, expertly flicking her clit with careful fingers. She bit back a moan, gripping the bars of the bed tightly. It took all her willpower to not raise her hips to meet his finger like an old friend. Bob knew he was winning, he was overpowering her now. He licked her neck, tasting her bitter sweat and bit down, bruising the flesh and marking her. Emma squirmed beneath his tongue and finger, gasping at the quick, sharp pain of the bite and moaning at the fiery strokes of his large finger. He slipped one finger inside her slowly, a sexy feeling of fullness racing through Emma's small body, powerless to the intensity of his touches.

"More?" he breathed hotly, words vibrating against the curve of her throat, sending pleasurable shivers down her spine.

"Yess," she hissed, beyond reason in her delirious state. Roles mattered not at this precise moment; all she cared about was he kept making her feel so good. Bob added a second meaty finger.

"Uhn!" Emma moaned, her head rolling back on the pillow, her hips rising off the duvet, pushing his fingers deeper within her. He licked his lips, scissoring his fingers and stretching her out. Emma shuddered in ecstasy as he fingered her, drawing out a slow, pleasurable orgasm. She moaned loudly as wave after wave of pleasure wracked through her body as she came hard and fast, her body falling limply after her release. Bob licked her nectar off his fingers, smirking at the sweet taste. His member swelled as he thought of burying himself within and being coated with those sweet tasting juices. He didn't prepare her anymore; he couldn't wait any longer. He parted her soft, wet folds and guided his cock to her opening, radiating warmth from her passing orgasm. Without hesitation or warning, Bob pushed himself in, with one, hard, fast thrust, driving his entire length and width into her tight hole.

Emma gasped, hips bucking and eyes stinging with tears at the intense pain replacing the pleasure. Her grip on the bars tightened, her knuckles turning paper white. But Bob moaned; she was so tight and her pussy hugged him so well. He rocked and thrust, his pleasure overcoming his usual alert nature. Emma's tears intensified, a scream desperately clawing its way up, but always forced down. She gnashed her teeth, shifted her rigid grip on the bedposts, silently cried; did anything she could to prevent the painful wail ready to burst. Screams had never served her well in the past and she wasn't stupid enough to see what would happen now; especially because the person inflicting the pain was her new Master…

When it was over, Bob untied her, satisfied and worn out. He rolled over her aching body and into his spot on the bed. Emma gingerly sat up, gently messaging where the ropes had bitten, wincing at the tenderness of her wrists and the ever-present aching pain down below. She sighed, turning away from her large Master and towards the soft cream-colored walls. She settled beneath the blankets, hugging them close to her naked body, reveling in the small comfort it provided. Her eyes drooped gradually and she nodded off into a restless sleep.


In the morning, Bob awoke early, memories of last night filtering into his groggy mind. He smiled, glancing at the still sleeping form of his slave. Her pale pink lips were pointed downwards in a sorrowful frown; her black hair tousled and in her face, strands sticking to her cheeks where tears had dried. He frowned a little but brushed it off, sliding his finger between her pale thighs and up, gently getting a reaction as her eyes slowly opening, fluttering slightly. She sat up quickly, causing his finger to painfully slip inside her. She gasped quietly, turning shocked green eyes to meet his challenging blue ones. Bob removed his finger, grinning devilishly. She humbly looked down, not meeting his gaze any longer than she had to.

Bob felt triumphant. It was obvious he was dominant and she was understanding. Her eyes remained fixated on a spot somewhere on the bedspread and her posture was stiff. He, however, remained relaxed and at ease as he left the bed, changing into dark jeans and a hoodie. He tossed her the bra she arrived wearing, one of his black work shirts and a white tie. Emma fumbled with her bra and rapidly dressed into the shirt, stalling only for a moment as she debated about the tie before knotting it and slipping it around her neck. She reluctantly swung her legs out of the bed, bare feet hesitant to touch the cold wooden floor. But she stood and waited, figuring it'd be easier just to do what he said then resist the power.

"Can you cook?" Emma nodded; she had to know. How else would she have eaten? Would her mother, the arrogant woman she was, cooked for a lowly teenager? Would her father, more interested in her body than her health, grab a pan just because? No.

In the kitchen, she searched the fridge through pursed lips, settling finally on some fresh fruit, eggs, and a quarter pound of bacon. She cooked the eggs, letting the bacon fry as she sliced a kiwi, some strawberries, and mango. She arranged them neatly on a plate at the head of the maple table, adding some toast as an afterthought. Bob lumbered down the stairs and upon seeing the large plate of food at his seat, he sat down and began eating, ignoring the girl standing obediently at the stove, his mind on a phone call he'd just had.

"Way residence, Gerard speaking," the infamous Gerard had drawled down the phone line, the slight sound of a click symbolizing his lighting of a cigarette.

"It's Bob, Way, you don't need to give me that phony crap." Gerard chuckled, muttering something to someone else and the sounds of shaking, moaning, a slightly pained scream, and slapping was heard, followed by a quick slamming sound, signifying he had left the bedroom and left his younger brother, Mikey, at it with their slave, a young, feisty boy by the name of Frankie.

"My apologies, Bob. You never know these days. What can I do for you?" He sounded professional, as though expecting a certain something.

"I took your advice," Bob said slowly, carefully choosing his words. He couldn't quite phrase his words the way he wanted, and it was a delicate subject, his slave was. "I purchased from that place you mentioned, from the female half, and got a girl."

"I see," Gerard mused; Bob could visualize his hazel eyes glittering with sinister intentions. "And how's it working out? Need to break her in?"

"I sealed her last night, but she's still so raw; not like Frankie, who'd already been through one Master. She doesn't handle it well, I just don’t know how to deal with her."

"I get what your saying. She's incompetent for her role, doesn't know how to submit and wants to believe it'll be shits and giggles, right?"

"Along those lines, yes."

"First-timer," Gerard practically moaned. "The things I could do to her…"

"What would you do?"

"Test her limits. Open her up… between her thighs and out of her lips. They need to earn the pleasure and remember the pain. Slave girls need to be trained and ready for anything. They have to bend backwards for your will and no one else's; they have no power, no control over anything. You hold the whip, literally or figuratively. They have a place and they need to always remember it. It's about control, and you should remember that." Bob contemplated his friend's words, agreeing wholeheartedly.

"When are you available?" Bob asked suddenly, his mind in overdrive as he pictured the things Gerard would do as he watched. Dominance and Submission in its rawest, most sexual form.

"Any time."

"One hour," Bob said. "One hour, and I want you over here. Bring Mikey and Frank if you have to, just be here." He'd hung up, panting slightly, aroused by the mental pictures, but pushed the thoughts away.


Now, he could feel his arousal as he stared at her, cleaning the pans and knives, hips lightly swinging as she moved around, his shirt barely covering her firm ass. As she reached to hang up a pot, her cunt was temporarily revealed; a tease. Bob licked his lips, placing his fork on his empty plate, hand wandering to his jeans as she continued to move around, quick flashes of pussy and cleavage occurring a few times. Bob was driven by the same lust as the previous night as he abruptly stood and grabbed her arm, dragging her over to his couch. He sat down heavily, pushing her to her knees as he unzipped and released his cock from his pants, which had tightened considerably in the past few minutes.

Emma swallowed, knowing what was to come as he forced her to her knees before him. Bob's manhood was released from its denim prison as he sat, eyes dark and hazy in his primal need. She leaned forward, barely touching his dick with her tongue, giving little kitten licks, and hearing the rumbling sigh of disappointment and anger from her superior. His large hand rested tightly on her scalp, driving her forward, impaling her little mouth around his large member. She shifted her position slightly, trying not to choke on his length as she deep-throated him. Her jaw already ached from accommodating his width but there was no time to dwell on this as he pushed her head forward and back, forcefully showing the task she needed to perform. Taking the hints, she puckered her lips around him; sliding her mouth up and down his swollen member, tongue swirling intricate patterns on the darkened skin. His head lolled back as the pleasure overcame him. She lightly hummed, a tip she'd picked up from her friends, and heard the loud moan.

Emma nearly jumped out of her skin at the loud knock at the door. Her mouth left his rigid cock in her surprise and he snapped angrily, "It's open!" He forced her head back and she wrapped her mouth around him shamefully as the door opened.

"Well, it doesn't look like you need me, Bryar," a voice came, soft and silky smooth, dark intentions underlain beneath his words. Emma didn't look up as she suckled him, milking him for the orgasm yet to come.

"She's so humiliated," a higher, but still deep, voice said, amusement evident in his voice. "It suits her well." Emma felt the tears of humiliation welling in her ducts as she tightly puckered, hoping he would come soon.

"That's it!" Bob groaned, thrusting his hips forward and almost choking her. The familiar rise in his balls was coming, and he tried to hurry, urging her forward and back quickly with sharp thrusts and load moans. He exploded in her hot little mouth, sliding out as she swallowed his load meekly, clearly embarrassed to go down on him in front of these people. Bob contentedly pulled up his jeans and stood, shaking the hands of a dark haired fellow who looked hungrily down at Emma.

"Quite the beauty," the dark-haired man observed, smirking. Her mouth was slightly agape, her small hand rubbing her jaw.

"Now, Gerard," Bob reprimanded lightly. "Remember why you're here." Gerard laughed, a sinister, loud laugh that frightened Emma dearly. She backed up, still on her knees, pressing herself against the couch. A floppy-haired man, taller than Gerard, with lighter hair, and glasses, chuckled too.

"She's terrified, Gee," he laughed, amused and aroused. He was the one to speak of her humiliation, and he looked down disdainfully at her before turning to a third boy, shorter, lacking a shirt and having a lip-ring, arms coated in tattoos. His hazel eyes were playful and sweet, but slightly dead looking. "Just like you were, Frankie. Why don't you comfort her?" He pushed the boy forward harshly, laughing when he stumbled towards the cowering slave. He knelt before her, gently tipping her face upward. Emma looked him dead in the eye, surprised by the softness and tenderness laced in the lush green irises, comfort apparent in the brown flecks that adorned the green.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, sympathy obvious. He'd been in her place, hell, he still was, and knew the severity of the situation. Frank longed to run away with this girl, guide her to safety and take her away with him, but he couldn't. Instead, he helped her to her feet, guiding her before the three Masters, standing respectfully to the side of the terrified girl, hands secretly rubbing her lower back comfortingly. They both felt warm shocks racing through their bodies at the simple touch, but knew not what to think, due to the complexity of their predicament. Emma's emerald eyes slowly rose to meet the glittering gazes of the men before her, each with a different plan of initiation in mind… She was in now, and there'd be no turning back, no matter how she longed too…

Wow, 119 views! Guys, I'm flattered. Thanks for the ratings and the three reviews, I feel so special. :] Here's my second chapter. I rushed to write it for you guys, and I hope you enjoy it. Chapter 3's taking a much darker tone to it as Emma's broken down by the three Masters. It might take me longer to post, due to the fact that I have a jam-packed weekend and school work on top of that. But it'll be worth the wait, I assure you. Anyway, besides Sinful Truths, I'm writing a short story as well, and that should be up soon as well. It's not a fan-fiction, it's a V.E. Vintage Original and I think you guys might like it. I'm planning on calling it The Mastermind Murder and I'm very excited to share it with you guys. My friends are helping me edit, so expect it either this weekend or early next week, Thursday at the latest. Same with my next chapter. Stay tuned, my lovely readers. xo Violet