Perfection-07
Perfecton - Chapter Seven
- by xenaRRa
To Kelley without whom this would have remained only a dream.
All characters in this work are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
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Copyright 1989 by K. Xenarra Brown.
- PERFECTION
- by Xenarra
Chapter Seven
It had been six weeks since that first night. Constance had worked hard to please Seth. Not that it had always been easy or pleasurable. But those occasional nights between his sheets were worth the effort. She felt, during the day, like a piece of equipment. As long as she performed her duties well, as long as her actions didn't hinder him, he left her pretty much to herself. If she went beyond what he expected of her, she was rewarded. If she fell short of his goals, she was punished, usually by spending the night chained to the stove. It wasn't always pleasant, but she could easily see that if she attempted to rock the boat, things could get much worse in short order.
Constance had decided to stay for a while before trying to escape when the stakes of the game went up rather suddenly.
Seth's customers usually by passed the house entirely and entered the dog compound directly. They had apparently been treated to the condition the trainer's home in previous trips and had no wish to repeat the experience. But one day, a man came into the kitchen through the back door to use the phone. Constance had not been attentive to Seth's needs the previous night, so the sight which greeted the customer was truly unique: A completely spotless room, unadorned except by Constance, tied spread eagle, facing the stove, fresh marks reddening her naturally white behind. The man stopped short of the telephone and simply stared at Constance's vulnerable body until she felt cheap and exposed. He was still staring at her when Seth came through the door behind him and jarred him from his revery.
"What's the holdup, Dave?" Seth's eyes darted about the room, absorbing the scene which had so fully captivated the other man. "Oh, I see you've caught a glimpse of my unhappy lady here. It seems as though she didn't want to listen last night, so I thought I'd try to teach her a lesson. Is it working, young lady?" he asked Constance.
"Yes, sir." She answered quickly.
"Good. Well, I think we'll keep you there a bit longer to make sure the lesson sticks." He turned to go back outside but was stopped by the other man's tentative voice.
"Seth, can I have her? Can I fuck her while she's tied up like that? I've never done anything like that before. Hell, I've never seen anything like that before. I'll double my order this time four dogs instead of two. Please Seth?"
Constance turned to look at the man. He was an absolutely ordinary, run of the mill, gray man. Unexceptional but for the size of the hard on straining against the fabric of his pants. She looked at her master's face, quietly studying the scene. She tried to signal him with her eyes, to plead 'No, no, please, let my body be only for you.' She knew better than to say anything, such a decision was not hers to make. She regretted her earlier disobedience he might use this to punish her further.
"Well," the word was drawn out slowly, "I don't suppose it would do any harm. In fact, it might help some. This one may be getting bored and that's why she acted up last night. Yeah, sure, go ahead and enjoy. That's what she's here for, after all." With that, Seth turned and left the other man to his privacy.
Fumbling clumsily, Dave took her from behind. He was so tense that he came almost immediately after the first few strokes. His dick had been big enough to force her open wide, and when he withdrew, his semen ran from her body forming a puddle on the floor. He left her alone abruptly, saying nothing to her as he fastened his trousers and walked out the door, her breasts bruised from his callous mauling, her inner recesses violated. It was as though he had gone to the bathroom or blown his nose her body was merely the receptacle for his fluid. She was a piece of furniture to him, necessary and practical but devoid of emotions. The sobs that racked her still bound body were for the loss of her dignity. She had endured many punishments at men's hands, but none had before managed to strip her of her self respect so completely.
Seth returned later and untied her. She thanked him cordially and went about her daily routine, trying to act as normal as possible. But the trust she had felt for him was gone, and the flame of escape had once again been lit inside her. She didn't know how or when, but she would get free.
Seth, on the other hand, sensed that he had crossed an invisible line, a line from which turning back was not possible. He now used Constance's body when possible to enhance his client's desire to buy his animals. But he never again took her to his bed, for he read in her eyes that she no longer respected herself; and he could not deal with the fact that his actions had caused this breach of faith. He tightened his hold on her, now making sure that she was always securely tied or chained night and day, removing freedom as their mutual trust evaporated.
Many times she started to beg him for her freedom, or at least to be traded to someone else. She found his existence repulsive and was forced to work hard at just being civil in his presence. The only redeeming thing Seth did during that time was to block and parry Jim's advances. She knew it was him. She recognized the voice outside the window. He would come several times a month on the pretext of looking at dogs. Then he would put Seth to the test, offering exorbitant amounts of money for her, proposing threats which curled Constance's hair. But Seth never once even let him see her.
One day, however, things came to a head. Constance had been used by three customers in the same morning. Then Jim had shown up and attempted to force his way into the house. When Seth came in to release her, Constance was crying so hard, he had trouble undoing the bonds. He dried her tears and turned her head up to his.
"This has become a pretty terrible mess," he said and she nodded. "Would you like to go away?" She nodded 'yes' and he continued. "I really don't like to see you miserable and several of the fellas who have enjoyed spending time with you have made me offers. I'm going to take the next offer someone makes and get you away from here, away from me, and away from Jim. Understand, though, I'm doing this as much for me as for you. I know just hearing Jim's voice is enough to shake you up. Well, I've come to dislike it almost as much as you do. Gad, that man is a nuisance. You don't have to agree to this it's happening. But I think I should give you a chance to say what you think.
"Yes, sir," she said, her mind finally receiving some relief. "Yes, send me away. I don't care where. If you don't get me out of here soon, I'm going to find a way to leave on my own." Her voice was harsh, bitter.
He took her wrists and turning them, brought her to her knees. "Have you decided to try being free again?" he said, his words crisp.
Just the feel of his hands on her arms, the look in his eye, his manner of speaking made her cunt moisten. Her inability to answer his question, to meet his eyes, left no doubt in his mind or hers. "I am a slave, Master. Send me where you will but please don't abandon me. I don't want to be alone again. Its just too scary."
"That's better," Seth said reaching down and drawing her head to his knees. Leaning against him, Constance remembered why she had stayed so long. He had begun to touch her shoulders gently when the gate bell sounded. "Shit," Seth muttered, and reattached Constance's ankle chain to the stove. "Don't go away, I'll be back."
"Yes, sir," Constance responded rotely, disappointed.
Time crawled. Constance could do nothing but sit and wait for Seth's return. Her thoughts rambled, trying to remember the men she had been with. Who would it be. Who would take her away. Voices from the window cut through her daydreaming.
"I heard you have a new attachment to your stove. Can I check it out?" The voice was masculine but new. Constance strained to catch the thread of the conversation. "Come on, Richard, we've already wasted enough time here." That voice was female, bitchy female at that. "Yeah, sure, go on up, Dick," Seth's voice answered. "I doubt if you want to look at a new stove, ma'am."
"No, I most certainly don't. Go on, Richard, take a quick look if you must, then come right back. We've got to be back soon." The acid in the woman's voice could have scored bricks. Her voice and Seth's drifted off in conversation too faint for Constance to hear. But she knew when Richard had slipped in behind her.
He let out a low whistle at the sight of her body. "Boy, it's been so long. Stand up and grab the stove," he ordered. She slowly drew herself up and turned away from the center of the room. His hands spread her legs and rang their length. Chills arose over her body at his touch. He was not merely a man looking for a quick release he touched her as though he owned her. He pulled her back so that she was nearly doubled, her hands still firmly attached to the stove, and, lowering his trousers, brought his cock to her cunt lips. It quivered there a moment, then he took her. The depth of his thrusts knocked the wind from her. She leapt and jerked, coming as he did, ashamed at responding so well to him. From the back of the room came the sound of applause.
"Oh, Richard, you do that so well," the woman's voice dripped sarcasm .
"Laura, you are such a bitch," the man responded evenly.
"This is just too much," she replied. Seth came in the door as the sound of their argument began to penetrate the walls.
"What's up? Oh, ma'am, you weren't supposed to see this."
"I assumed that," Laura replied dryly. "Who is the little slut, anyway?
"Her name is Constance. I keep her around to please the customers and to clean up. But you don't have to be in here," he added attempting to hustle her out the door.
"No, really, I rather enjoy this. I don't usually catch little brother being bad. So, Constance, do you enjoy this?"
Constance looked toward Seth for help. "Go ahead, speak up and answer the lady," he prompted.
"Well," By now Constance's face had blushed to a deep red hue. "Well, I just do what I'm told. Enjoying isn't something I give much thought to, ma'am."
"Mistress, you should call me Mistress. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," Constance responded.
"Seth, you sell all kinds of dogs here. Do you sell these kind of animals, too?"
Constance caught Seth's eye and pleaded silently "NO!" "Well," he hesitated, "I was considering sending this one off. But I've already had a lot of offers. You'd have to top them."
"Turn around, girl, and let me see your tits." Constance wanted to sink into the floor rather than to let this woman view her body. But she was compelled by Seth's presence and did as she had been instructed, facing outward but keeping her eyes downcast. Laura reached forward and ran her nails lightly down Constance's breasts, tweaking the nipples with enough force to bring tears to the eyes.
"Oh, Richard, she's shaved," Laura exclaimed rubbing her finger across Constance's bare clit. "I think she would make a lovely day nurse for our uncle. She could read to him, and bathe him, and clean up after him all day. And she could be mine at night." Constance shivered involuntarily at the woman`s words. She had always assumed that she would be mastered by a man, not a woman. She felt threatened by Laura, and once again pleaded with Seth with her eyes.
Laura, noticing this, moved between Constance and Seth and brought out a check book. She wrote an amount on the check and handed it to Seth. "How is this?" she questioned, her manner difficult to resist.
At the sight of the number, Seth's face lost all expression. He carefully folded the check once and stuck it in his pocket. Constance knew that she would have to stand up for herself now or be trampled by Laura's stampede for power and her brother's rush for sex.
"Master, please . . ." she began but her voice was cut off by the backhanded cuff Laura administered to her mouth.
"Don't speak until you are spoken to, girl," Laura said, her voice as hard as diamonds.
Seth left the room and returned with the same clothes Constance had worn when she had arrived so many months ago. She looked up at him from where she had been forced to her knees from the pain in her mouth, her arms ready to block any further attempts. She didn't utter a sound, but the reproach in her eyes was more than Seth could bear. He handed Laura a key, then turned away. "Just get her out of here. I can't stand the sight of her anymore."
His voice was hard, the words sliced her sharply. She cried silent tears as her chains were unlocked and she donned the simple outfit, her hands then chained behind her. Richard produced a dog collar from his pocket and secured it firmly around her neck. "There, that will have to do until we can find something more permanent." He had attached a leash to the collar and started toward the door when his sister jerked the leash from his grasp and pulled Constance to her. Laura slid her fingers into Constance's hair and leaned her head away so that she was forced to look directly into a pair of truly evil eyes.
"Are you a slave, girl?" the woman demanded.
"Yes, Mistress," Constance trembled a reply.
"You will do everything I say, exactly as I wish. If you displease me in any way, you will be beaten. I will show no mercy, because you are my slave. You may do nothing without specific permission. This includes eating, sleeping, and using the bathroom. If you please me exactly, you may survive. Do you have any questions?"
Constance was silent, too frightened to even form a question. Her eyes reflected the mute terror she felt. She felt the grasp on her hair tighten as her head was pulled even further back. The look on Laura's face betrayed the joy she felt as she totally controlled Constance. Constance finally choked out a "No, Mistress," and Laura held her still for a minute more before releasing her as if to reinforce who was Mistress, and who was slave.
Richard quietly picked up Constance's leash and followed Laura from the room. Constance was placed at Laura's feet once they had arrived at the panel truck the siblings had brought to transport the dogs. While Richard started the vehicle, Laura raised her dress to her waist and pulled Constance's head toward her thighs. Constance could see a lacy garter belt suspending sheer stockings. Her eyes followed the stockings up to the dark patch of pubic hair which lay exposed by crotchless panties. Other than furtive peeking during high school gym classes, Constance had never really looked at another woman. The way every hair curled tightly, each an individual yet also part of the furry carpet was amazing. She continued to simply stare until Laura brought pulled her yet closer and spoke.
"All my slaves eat well," she said, her voice husky with need.
"They have to, sister dear," Richard commented, "You tend to beat the crap out of them if they don't."
"Yes, Richard," she turned to him, "I am rather strict with the servants. But girls with true promise are always well cared for." She turned back and ran her hand possessively along Constance's cheek. "What about you, dear? Shh, don't say a word." The fingers pressed against Constance's lips. "Show me you have promise. Or show me you don't want to be beaten. But make me happy." With that Laura leaned back and slid forward in the bucket seat of the van. She spread her legs widely, opening her deeply pink lips and exposing her hard little clit in the process.
Constance, now just inches from her Mistress, could see the tiny drops of desire forming as Laura undulated lightly in the seat. She had no idea of how to begin and was trying to work up the courage to kiss the Mistress' thigh when a sudden bump in the road threw her headfirst into the woolly mound.
"That's the enthusiasm I want to see every time," Laura exclaimed. She took a tighter hold on Constance's head and thrust her pelvis upward. "Eat, slave."
The suddenness of the bump followed by the unexpected lack of breathing space left Constance gasping for air. She opened her mouth to try to breathe and her tongue came forward in a natural pant position. It touched something soft and yielding, something which tasted slightly salty. At her touch, Laura sighed, "Its been so long, Richard, since anyone has turned me on. I hope this girl will be able to. I think I may have gone frigid."
Despite Laura's words, Constance could feel the response her touch had caused and she thrilled to it. She ventured out again, this time pointing her tongue and rapidly flicking it over the surface of her Mistress' clit. The effect was immediate Laura's speaking ceased and her breathing increased. She tightened the hold on Constance's head further and forced it closer. In fact, Laura no longer needed to force her slave. Constance was enjoying discovering how various motions affected Laura and that this new body reacted to the gentlest or most forceful of touches.
Laura's natural lubricant flowed freely, making her clit even slicker and matching the growing wetness in Constance's own shorts. Against her will and better judgement, Constance was beginning to enjoy exploring and exploiting this woman's sensitive areas. She became lost in the experience and moved to first fondle the hard center bump and soft surrounding folds, then dip deeply back into the warm hole behind, and finally return to nibble at the tender inner thighs.
Laura's movements intensified as Constance slowly teased her. The free woman reached upward behind herself with both hands and grasped the back of her seat securely, thus displaying her breasts more prominently. One hand retained a tight hold on the seat while the other began fondling her nipples. As Constance continued to work, Laura began to involuntarily tighten and relax the muscles in her pelvis and ass, bringing herself more and more up and out into Constance's attentions.
Constance quickened her pace as she felt her Mistress' reactions. The persistent tongue now pressed down and into the cunt more frequently, its swirling motions over the clit now more coarse, blunt, direct. Constance, leaning far forward, balanced poorly by her hands chained behind, felt her breasts swinging freely inside the tee shirt, her thighs grinding the seam of the tight cut offs against her own clit, and was overwhelmed by the taste and smell of her Mistress. So taken with the moment, she did not even notice that the vehicle was now motionless. She could not see the look of lust upon Richard's face as he watched his sister climax at Constance's ministrations. With a final thrust upward, Laura fell back, spent, and Constance was pushed away, her purpose fulfilled. After a time, Laura left the van to stretch herself, leaving Constance still kneeling inside.
Constance stared upward, puzzled, for she knew she had done a good job. But as she watched her Mistress leave, she knew that the needs awakened on her slave's body would go unnoticed by the other woman. Richard, however, had realized her need, and, slipping a hand inside the woman's binding garment, slipped past her rock hard button and slid two fingers into her pussy. He pumped his fingers in and out while she tried to remain silent. She lasted only a few seconds under his practiced caresses, coming from a place in her belly she didn't know existed, straining her arms against her bonds, yearning for the freedom to thrash uncontrollably, yet glad for the imposed restrictions. When he finished, she slumped to the floor in grateful exhaustion.
"Remember that," he said pointedly.
"And remember which of us took, and which gave."
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