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Corporate Slave Chronicles: Master of the House
(Melissa DuVant)
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Corporate Slave Chronicles: Head of the
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invention. Lucas Brimstone: Head of the House Chapter One: Checking in on Business Chapter Two: The King's Throne Chapter Three: A Day at the Races Digital Slave Preview Chapter: A New Life Starts Thanks to Dillon for backing this!
Lucas Brimstone: Head of the House Chapter One: Checking in on Business Lucas pushed Winters' head down onto the desk, pushing her skirts aside, ignoring her grunt of pain. One of her arms twisted around and he caught it, wrenching it to the side and snapping the cuff around a hook on the office wall. Her shape, waist pinched tight by a strict black corset, a golden band around her waist to match her collar and cuffs, was as desirable as ever, her jet black hair tied up, the tail giving something easy to grip onto. 'I was visiting, so I thought I'd drop in. And it's always good to see you.' He ripped her skirt away, before slapping her now-visible buttocks, the stamp of her barcode visible on the curve of flesh, beneath the red imprint where he had hit her. He spanked her again, enjoying her gasps of pain, still grinding her face down against the desk, feeling himself harden. 'Lilith says you are managing things well.' He hit her ass again, harder this time. It would be better with a paddle, but sometimes the personal touch was more effective. And despite her struggles, she was getting wet already, her thighs starting to show off her desire. 'Once I've had my pleasure, then we can go over the accounts. I'm sure there's nothing untoward, but it's best to be sure, isn't it?' He grabbed her other wrist and clipped it to the back of her belt, ensuring both her arms were restrained. It was a shame he didn't have a device to use her collar, but his hands should be more than enough! Grinding her head down onto the desk was satisfying, paperwork getting knocked from neat piles. Her office was as neat and pristine as always - security cameras showed feeds from elsewhere within the hotel, the guests enjoying themselves with the staff, or down in the basement, with the stock being trained and tended to. She had been a good find of Helena's, a schoolfriend that had acclimatized well to her position, although a bit of rough treatment would help keep her keen. One of the staff was currently shackled to the wall by their wrists and ankles, pulled tight and suspended from the ceiling, with a horizontal pole pushing against their back to force them into a single smooth curve. They were blindfolded and gagged, able to hear what was going on but nothing ooze, dribble oozing from her mouth onto her sleek and tight leotard, the shiny material rent by whip-lashes. Well, Winters was in charge of staff discipline, and was allowed a little fun, as long as it didn't get in the way of business! He slapped her ass again, before pushing her buttocks apart and spitting, a gob of pale spittle splatting between her cheeks. He used his cock to rub it against her asshole, before starting to ease himself into her. 'Don't fight, unless you want to be actually punished.' She was obedient, relaxing herself, letting him ease into her back passage, just as tight as he remembered. 'Hmmm, you are good!' Even with her relaxing, he had to work at it, going deeper with every thrust, her body enveloping him. She groaned and gasped, thrusting back against him, helping him drive deeper and deeper in, until she had enveloped his entire length. 'Normally I'd ask to have a few of the staff brought to me for personal attention, but this is only a quick visit. Although maybe you can tell me what you have planned for this one, and why she deserves punishment?' The stretched-out figure groaned and shook their head, more spit oozing down their chin. They had a good build, with large, full breasts that strained against their leotard, unable to break free of their restraints. 'They have been... mphhh... sloppy in their work. Some remedial... Aphhh...' Whatever she was trying to say was muffled as he shoved her head down against the deck, mumbled into her papers. His hips bumped against her backside, thrusting back and forth, her back passage entirely his now. He came, his passage now eased by cum, giving a few more thrusts, still keeping tight grip of her hair as he withdrew, slapping his cock against her backside, leaving a smear of cum and spit on her pale skin, the spank-marks now visible as hand-imprints. He unclipped her arm bound to the desk then wrenched her up, reaching around to grope one of her breasts, feeling the stiff material of the corset, binding her form into an even more pleasing form. Her breathing was slightly ragged, and he gave her head a shake, her eyes still glazed, from a post-fuck daze, some sense starting to return. Her arm, still tethered to her waist, twitched, unable to release the bindings. She turned away, and, with her left hand, she picked up some of the scattered papers, trying to neaten them, as cum oozed from her asshole, the gaping hole slowly closing. She was quick to recover, although kept her head down, obedient to his will. 'It had been busy, Sir. Mistress Lilith has been working on one of her projects as well.' 'Yes, you mentioned that. I've had some other employees working to hide her indiscretions. Fortunately, the officer in charge of the case is one that I've worked with before, so it was easy to persuade him to look the other way. After all, she was a young woman, no doubt realizing that being stuck in a convent for the rest of her life would be utterly dull? And so she decided to see the world. And I imagine little Lilith is treating her well?' He slid a hand into the front of her corset, groping a breast, digging his fingers into the soft, warm flesh, pressing against her from behind, tilting her head backwards, feeling her hair strain under his grip. She wriggled against him, body hot and soft, breath hitching as he pulled her hair. 'Mmmmm... She is testing some new conditioning theories on... mmmmm...' When he pulled on her hair again, she sighed in pleasure, leaning into the pain. '...On them. The woman is quite appealing, but I think beyond the point of selling, to anyone... Mmmm... Anyone without very niche tastes. But they will be obedient.' Her bound hand twisted against his stomach, before he reached between them and unclipped it, freeing her. She sounded vaguely disappointed before continuing, using both hands to sort and organize her papers. 'Business has been good. We are very busy, but are able to maintain enough stock to keep the customers happy. Some of the authorities have been... troublesome. Perhaps you could have a word with some of your contacts? A few of them are making rather troublesome requests. A little bit of damage to the stock is acceptable, but some have been escalating their requests into areas we do not offer.' 'Give me their names, and I'll see that they are reminded of their place.' He shook her hair again, then let go, smiling as she staggered slightly. While she tidied herself, and her papers, Lucas went to look at the constrained woman. Her bindings forced her body to be stretched and tight, her navel visible through her ripped leotard, wires connected to her crotch, leading to a control panel. Long, blonde hair tumbled from her head, still shifting around uncertainly, unable to see. He reached up, brushing hair from the side of her face, see an ear, with a bud inside, tethered by piercings. One that Lilith had "upgraded" then. There was a computer screen showing various control options - he shut down her hearing, smiling at her little grunt of discomfort. When he pushed a hand against her belly, feeling the smooth softness of her body, pressing hard against her, squeezing her belly, pushing the air out of her. A swift slap provoked an even more obvious reaction, their breasts jiggling around as the impact ran through their body. It was easy to hook fingers through one of the rents in their leotard and start tearing, revealing more skin - she must have been quite well behaved before, without any previous injuries. And been fortunate enough to have had only soft renters! 'She spilt a bottle of champagne. A particularly expensive vintage, Sir.' He slapped her belly again, ripping away more of her outfit, before feeling the electrodes attached to her pussy. The controls for that were easy to reach - he dialed it up to maximum and turned it on. 'Hmmpggggghhhh!' They tensed up against the restraints, hands and feet shaking about, large breasts jiggling around. 'That's what she gets for sloppy work. Is she still functional?' They continued to twist and squirm, unable to stop the electrical torment or free themselves, groaning and gasping in pain. 'It was her first mistake - she's otherwise been very reliable. A shame, although this should teach her not to be so sloppy again. She does make the customers happy as well - I was thinking of adding some breast piercings?' He reached up to grope at one of them, squeezing the soft flesh as hard as he could. 'Yes, that would work. That sort of ornament is getting a lot more popular. And makes for nice places to add extra toys. She could be turned into a pet?' 'She's been quite obedient, so I don't think that will be necessary. She doesn't have the stamina to become a pony, either. But she's been a good investment - she was locally-sourced. Very enthusiastic.' Winters was still bare from the waist down, not having been wearing anything beneath the skirt except knee-high black leather boots, her pussy wet. The sheaf of papers in her hand was decidedly less erotic though, as she walked towards him. 'Here are the reports for the last quarter. Everything is in order, I think you'll find.' 'And the girls?' He could smell desire pouring off the captive's body, the pain arousing them even as they twitched and shuddered. 'Lilith has her new toy. Yua is doing a good job at improving her punctuality and functionality though. She is getting more sleep now. And has come up with some interesting new torments. Although, in future, I think an energy drink enema might be... a little much. Poor little Yua was rather hyperactive, before collapsing for two days. It might be useful when combined with some of her conditioning techniques. She is at least keeping them to the designated test subjects, rather than to my girls and boys.' He reached out and grabbed her collar, pulling her close, feeling at her wet cunt with his other hand. She shivered as he brushed his fingers against her lower lips. 'Mmm... Persephone is busy with her new toy - she is displaying her soon. Although that required... mmmm... more pay-offs to the police.' She was tight and wet, his finger easily sliding into her, her walls dragging it deeper in. Her eyes were starting to glaze again, her voice getting vaguer and more distant. 'And Helena has... hmmm... mostly been at the island. I believe she... hahh... has entered them into a race? Against another... hpphhh... suitor.' 'Ah yes, there's a race and pet-show soon? I was going to attend - it's always good to socialize and meet the competition. And you will attend as my assistant. I'm sure you can pick something suitable to wear.' 'Yessss... Yes, Sir...' His finger curled inside of her, walls velvet-smooth and wet, clamping tightly around his digit. The bound woman was still being electrocuted, her cries more pained now, agony accumulating within her. It would be a good lesson for her to not mess up! Hopefully she hadn't cost them any important clients. He slid another finger into her, feeling himself stir again. He'd have to sample Winters' lips afterwards - she had never really liked blowjobs, despite her skill at them, so it would be good to check that she had retained that talent. He could feel her heat building, her breath hitching as her pleasure mounted. It seemed as though she wasn't spending too much time pleasuring herself as well, if she was this sensitive! As her pleasure moved to a peak, he withdrew his fingers, enjoying the sight of her shuddering in almost-release. He pushed on her head and she dropped to knees, eyes barely open now, mouth slack and open. 'Good. You remember your training.' She reached forward, unzipping his flies, pulling out his cock and starting to stroke it, before he reached around the back of her head, pulling her in. His length slipped into her mouth, her lips tightening around it, tongue flicking over his crown. He pushed harder, feeling himself slide into her throat, tight and wet. She tightened up against his grip, but lacked the strength or will to break free, instead accepting the deep-throating, making gulping, slurping sounds, her usual reserve gone. Her tongue flicked and danced around, stroking and caressing, quickly building and stoking his pleasure. It didn't take long until he came, withdrawing at the last moment to shoot his load over her face, her smooth, pale skin getting covered with semen, splattering over one cheek, gumming an eye shut. There was a pink tinge to her cheeks now, the vigorous throat fucking making her breathless. 'Sir, may I...' She opened her legs, spreading her now-damp thighs, showing off her slit, open and ready. 'I think it would be better if you were sealed until the festivities. It will make it more pleasurable then.' 'But... please, Sir? Master?' 'Go and get a belt. One of the new ones.' She shuddered, but slowly rose and went over to a crate, filled with neatly-stacked devices, pulling out the metal belt, her hand shaking slightly. She had to lift the golden belt around her waist slightly to get the waistband into position, wriggling it beneath her strict corset, metal ratchetting tightly. He watched in pleasure as her thighs clenched, but she still obeyed, pushing the crotch-band into place with a click, sealing herself away. 'When can I...' 'Oh, I'll probably let you come soon. But it should keep you nice and keen until then!' Her shoulders hunched inwards, fingers softly stroking at the burnished metal - it didn't even have a keyhole, the locks all electronic and remote-controlled. As she shivered and felt at the metal, he went to the computer, scrolling through the belts until he found one that had just activated and scrambling the unlocking code from the default. 'I'm sure it won't be too long. And your oral skills are as impressive as ever.' The smear of cum was still over her face, before she rubbed part of it off with her hand, licking her fingers clean. 'Very well behaved, and obedient. I was almost looking forward to having you in my training chambers again, but it looks as though you are busy enough here that taking you away would cause problems.' 'Yes, Sir. Thank you, Master.' She was still dazed-looking, eyes misty and staring into the middle distance. 'I have a flight back to the island, but I'll see you soon. Make sure the girls all attend as well.' One of her hands was still feeling at the metal on her crotch, sliding over it, trying to find a way through, without success. He'd have to use the shock function a few times, to keep her on her toes! But he needed to get back to the island, to deal with other work! And then back for the pet event. And it would be nice to see the girls again - it was so hard to make time to meet up with them these days! Chapter Two: The King's Throne While the Nevermore Hotel did have a certain charm, being back on the island was far more pleasurable. Air conditioning sent a pleasing chill through his room, dark marble further draining the heat, his shirt loose and comfortable. He sat back on his chair, eyes flicking over the screen, before he pressed a button, the screen recessing into the desk and vanishing. His other arm rested on the armrest, feeling its warmth, soft skin of a human back wrapped and sealed into latex. Which one was the right arm-rest? He thought it was Lilith's mother, her task done, now turned into part of the furniture, close and ready for use at any time. It was the same on both sides though, making it hard to tell. Their legs were bent back at the knee, cords and straps holding them into position. He slipped a hand over the curve of a buttock, finding the small gap in the material, slipping a finger into their tight, hot slit. It immediately tensed up around his finger, trying to draw him deeper in, their body forced into constant stimulation without release. She'd provided good genes though - Lilith was skilled at the tasks she was assigned, even if she was sometimes a little... strange. Having Yua assigned was helping to keep her on topic though! His finger slid deeper into them, the tight ass-cheeks tightening up, before he withdrew and slapped their ass. Her body was wrapped and shaped within the superstructure of the throne, keeping her locked into place, with electrical shocks maintaining her muscle tone, servants taking her out for cleaning sometimes. The other arm of the throne was Persephone's mother, also bound into place - with harder, perter buttocks, but then, she had been a sports and fashion model rather than an entrepreneur, so her body was trimmer, with more of an obvious hour-glass shape, even in her bound position. When he spanked them, they tensed and twitched, their body straining against the latex. Were they still fighting, wanting to break free? Their toes, sheathed in shiny black, twisted about, the only free movement they were allowed. After over two decades bound and isolated, it would be a wonder if they were fully mentally present, but she had always had a strong will. And her cunt was as wet and ready as it had ever been! He stood up, feeling both their buttocks before turning to see the back-piece of the throne - Helena's mother, now turned into soft, pliant furniture. Her arms were spread into a "T" shape, mimicking the company logo above her. He reached up, peeling open the leather pads on her eyes. Her gaze was unfocused, eyes fearful - normally she was only opened up at all for punishment, now she had fulfilled her role to bear a child. Her large, full breasts were at the right level to make a good cushion for his head as well! She had been a lot spikier when she had been free, quick to criticize, and hard to seduce. And now she was a living cushion, her body formed into the back of his throne, her head wrapped in latex, her senses isolated, mostly shown nothing but darkness. Maybe getting them set up with virtual reality helmets might be entertaining, if there was anything in there left to condition? Despite her age, her physique was still impressive, the skintight covering showing off her breasts and the curve of her hips and waist, her legs vanishing into the structure of the throne, arms spread wide and bent back on themselves to form the "T" shape. On the walls were lampshades, currently turned off - two more latex-wrapped female forms, bound and wrapped so they couldn't move, pipes and wires providing all they needed. Their arms were bound behind their back, their frames pushing their breasts forward, while their heads were covered with lampshades. It made a good punishment duty for those that needed reminding of their position - not just being made into furniture, but made completely immobile, and having to deal with the light shining into their face, while being utterly powerless to even protest. A window on one wall gave a panorama over the island, all lush greenery surrounded by brilliant blue ocean. The training ground could be seen, movement from the slaves being put through their paces, with the villas and manor spread through the forest. On the opposite wall was the cool, gentle flow of controlled water, the aquarium containing crystal-clear water, brightly-colored fish darting to and fro, corals spread about to give them an environment to live in. When looking through it, he could just about make out other rooms and offices, with workers and slaves going about their business. And, of course, the mermaids - shapely female forms, their legs bound together and with fins over their feet, most with arms bound to their sides. Their skin was concealed, bound away behind shimmery latex of green, red and gold, shaped into scales. They swam about, some of them tethered by cords to the walls, kept constrained until they could be trusted with more movement. The longer-serving mermaids had more freedom, tanks built into their suits, even allowed some vision and their arms as long as they didn't bully their inferiors too much. One of them swam over, elegant and sinuous, twisting around in the water to display their breasts, twisting around in a vertical spiral to display their crotch and backside, kicking their bound legs to propel themselves around, bright red hair trailing out from their head, otherwise hooded, eyes covered by transparent lenses. Blood-red spirals looped over her body, emphasizing her lean, supple strength. Maybe she deserved a treat, a little pleasure? Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking. The cover was created by Formant. He is a web artist, specializing in the harsher side of fetish and kink. Digital Slave Preview Chapter: A New Life Starts Present Day The pressure on her shoulders was intense, wrists cuffed together behind her back, a chain running to the ceiling and pulling them up. This forced her into a painful strappado position, unable to properly stand without wrenching her shoulders out of position. Her mouth was full, a large sphere of black rubber strapped between her lips, slow trickles of spittle flowing over her red-painted lips, down her chin. Around her neck was a collar, a chunky band of bright metal, chunky metal bracelets of the same material on her wrists. Ever since she had started wearing it, she had become intimately familiar with the devices it contained - at the moment it was as loose as it got, although it could tighten without notice to choke her, or shock her. She had lost track of how long she'd been held in this position - the apartment had no clocks, and the windows were blacked out, the time of day impossible to tell. Her slender body, something that she had always been proud of, even used to draw attention to herself, was dressed in a silk blouse and black pencil skirt. In the pale glow of emergency lighting, the fringe of a lacey bra could be seen beneath the blouse, her skirt short enough to show the patterns on her stockings around her thighs. If it wasn't for the collar, gag, and position, she could have been any office worker. She whimpered, trying to shift, find some element of comfort. How long had it been since she had been here? Days, weeks, months? She was kept here, every element of her life controlled, only allowed out in what the owner permitted. She had nothing of her own, everything she had, everything she had become, was what the owner desired. But she had never seen the owner, her owner. She had been shaped and moulded, without ever even being touched by him. She twisted in her bonds, thoughts of her previous life bubbling upwards. She had had a name then. Been able to go out. Had control of herself, been able to choose her own clothing. What had her name been? Her twisting strengthened as she twisted, the chain softly clinking. Her collar beeped, and she froze in fear. It tightened, not even to choke her, but a warning. Was her owner watching? She knew there must be cameras, watching her, knowing when she was bad or good. But he couldn't read her mind, could he? The AC whirred into life, cold air beating down on her, her clothing doing little to protect her. The memories died within her as the cold air blew, until her stirring stopped. The thing between her legs briefly stirred into life, an empty promise of warmth. Not long enough to give her any relief or pleasure, simply a reminder that she lacked even the control to pleasure herself. She shuffled awkwardly, stilettos clicking on the floor. If she was good, if she managed to maintain this position for long enough, maybe she would be allowed to sleep on the floor, rather than restrained. Maybe she would be allowed out - her clothing chosen for her, her mouth sealed behind a gag, but outside, where she could pretend to be a person. The pressure in the air changed, the AC shutting down. The door, path to the outside world, always locked to her, clicked open, light spilling in. She was bound facing away from the door, unable to see who was standing there. Was it the owner? Or someone else? She didn't dare twist to see, in case she was punished for it. The shadow moved closer, footsteps seemingly as loud as thunder. A hand reached out, slapping her ass in a possessive way, and she couldn't restrain herself from squeaking. Had her owner finally come to claim her, or was this someone else to service? Either way, she had to please them. She parted her legs slightly, hoping they would find her pleasing. *** Days, Weeks or Months ago... Sophia's heart sank, blood turning cold. She pressed refresh, in the desperate hope that things would be different. They couldn't have dropped that fast. The screen reloaded - everything was in the red. Deep into the red. Could she move money from anywhere else? No, everywhere was tapped out. Everything had been riding on this. But how could everything have dropped like that? The market shouldn't move like that, something should have gone up. She refreshed again. It was even worse. She'd bet her apartment on this, everything she owned! She felt a presence, before a hand touched her shoulder, nails pressing against her flesh through her thin blouse. 'Go home for the rest of the week, Sophia. We'll talk about this soon.' The woman squeezed her shoulder, red-painted nails digging in harder, just for a moment. Then she turned and left, heels clicking against the trading room floor. Sophia glanced around, seeing rumours already spreading amongst her colleagues, looking at her with pity or contempt. She ignored the sting of pride, trying to look calm and collected, picking up her handbag and left the office. She went to get drunk. A fancy bar, piano playing, no shortage of people willing to buy drinks for her - even without getting changed, her silk blouse, unbuttoned to show the edge of her bra beneath, tight pencil-skirt short enough that the tops of her stockings flashed into view as she walked, or crossed her legs were enticement enough. She might have lost big today, lost everything she owned, but all she needed was some seed money to get started again. Who could she hit up for a loan? Stephen was normally a sucker, especially if she worse something tight and black. And he wasn't even pushy enough to demand sex, just a quick handjob was normally enough. Although he was out of town, having taken a new job in Hong Kong. Maybe Ken? Although his latest wife was a pushy bitch. Another drink appeared, the spirits burning into her stomach, her thoughts turning into alcohol-infused mush as night fell. *** She awoke, in sunlight. Crisp sheets wrinkled beneath her hands, discreet buzz of a phone alarm vibrating nearby. Where was she? She blinked sleep from her eyes and looked around - not a place she recognised, but it oozed wealth. Sunlight streamed in from full-height windows, showing views over a park. The bed was massive, what looked to be a walk-in wardrobe opposite, floor-length mirrors, grey and chrome drawers and cupboards. And she was naked. Well, if it was whoever owned this place, then she had done well - she rolled over, finding the bed empty. She didn't feel satisfied, so they must have been too drunk to have sex. The rest of the apartment was small, but the view outside the window showed that it was right in the heart of the city, worth several million, at the least. The whole place shared the same chrome-and-steel colouring, probably designed by some tech-bro nerd, everything electronically controlled, both austere and massively expensive. A screen blinked on, displaying a message. Had to go to work, but last night was great. This place was my ex's, feel free to crash here. She was about the same size as you, use her clothes if you want. Well, this seemed to be quite fortunate. She had no recollection of who the mysterious owner was, but they were clearly wealthy, which was what she needed right now. Everything was chrome and metal, custom-fitted and expensive. Near the entrance was a strange piece of modern art, dangling from a chain on the ceiling- a roughly female shape of solid black plastic, a head, the swell of breasts and curve of hips, a hole for a mouth and another between the legs, edges stained slightly. She'd always preferred more classical art and sculpture but having such a thing on casual display showed vast wealth. She looked at more closely - there was a tiny hairline crack around the edge, the thing cast in two halves. She gave it a gentle shove, setting it swinging. Something tickled the edge of her hearing; was that a moan? She must have imagined it, an apartment like this would be fully sound-proofed. She returned to the walk-in wardrobe, the door sliding open with an electronic beep. Inside was a carousel device filled with clothing, so only a single outfit was accessible at any given time, like a giant vending machine. More sealed lockers lined the walls, all currently shut. The current outfit was very much in line with her own preferences - sleek and sexy office-wear, a skirt, tight and black and short, a silk blouse, along with a lace thong and bra. One of the lockers popped open, revealing a pair of very high heels and some stockings. The ex must have been about the same size as her, conveniently. Before dressing she had a shower, luxuriating in the steaming hot water, rubbing herself down, feeling the fug of last night retreating under the steam and heat. When she was done, she applied her makeup - this ex had similar colouration as well; the owner must have a distinct 'type'. Well, that would make him easier to butter up for some money. With her lips tinted red, mascara around her eyes, hair pulled back into a ponytail, she felt decidedly more in control, more like herself, especially when she dressed as well. She admired herself in the mirror, blowing herself a kiss. Another message blinked onto the screen in the main room, accompanied by a faint chiming noise. You lost your phone last night, here's a replacement. I loaded my number onto it. A drawer opened with a pneumatic pop. Inside was a smartphone, sleek, black and unbranded, the sort of prestigious item normally seen in the hands of millionaires. She pressed her thumb against it, as it unlocked for her - even the programming was something she didn't recognise, although most of the functionality appeared to be locked. There was only one number listed: 'Owner', with no other details listed. Well, he had been so nice, he deserved a treat, and something to keep him keen and friendly. She found the camera function and posed for a selfie, tweaking her blouse to make sure it showed her cleavage, making a seductive face. Thanks for last night "owner", you were
great. See you soon! She took several pictures, making sure to find the best one before hitting 'send'. Then she explored the rest of the apartment. It was small, little more than the bathroom, a kitchen-diner, and a box room, with the colossal bedroom and walk-in wardrobe taking the largest amount of space. This close to the center though, it must have cost a fortune - she took her new phone out and tried to access the internet, to look up the value, but couldn't find any way to access it. All the draws in the kitchen had an RFID scanner, remaining stubbornly locked, surfaces too smooth to pull open. Denied there, she went to the wardrobe - it would have been a decent-sized room by itself, but the carousel device took most of the space, leaving only a small space to get changed. She rotated through the other outfits - beyond a variety of office-wear and gorgeous (and expensive!) evening gowns, there was a variety of more 'special' outfits - a latex nurse's outfit, several skin-tight catsuits, a schoolgirl outfit, a shiny nun's habit with holes at the crotch... Well, those wouldn't be getting used, at least not on her. She liked to be in charge, not the one being dominated. She smiled at past memories - keeping someone on the edge, just shy of climax, could be a powerful incentive when negotiating. Although she hated the feel, taste and scent of cum, so always tried to slip a condom on first. Her stomach rumbled - she hadn't had anything to eat since yesterday. She went to the front door, running her hand against the card reader - there was no handle, nothing to force it open. When she tapped it, a prompt appeared; "Present Owner authentication". Without that, it wouldn't open. Another bell chimed, message appearing. Nice pic, you're a doll. Have some food. A drawer popped open, revealing a bowl full of powder. She grimaced. Of course a techbro would be into food-substitute powder. She gave it a sniff. Flavourless food substitute, to boot. Enough of that, and even the taste of cum would be a welcome change. She turned to the tap, trying to figure out how to turn it on - there was nothing to twist or turn. She waved the bowl beneath the tap, water rushing out. Just enough to turn the powder into a paste, nutritional enough to keep her alive, but bland and tasteless. She'd have to convince him to take her out somewhere proper, or this relationship wouldn't last long. She ate the paste, then put the bowl back into the drawer which slid shut and locked itself. Unable to leave, she explored the apartment - everything was sealed away, the place spartan and barren, no pictures or any other touches of life. In the bathroom were fresh toiletries, a sealed toothbrush and paste, the cabinet locking shut once she had cleaned her teeth. There was a TV in each room, but no remote control, nor any buttons on the units themselves. She bent over to look under the bed, finding what she expected - a large box, filled with more 'toys', those for obviously female use. She pulled it out, having to strain to shift the weight; if she was stuck here while some dickless techbro was spending his time hacking code, she may as well enjoy herself. The ex must have been feeling frustrated, if the amount of stuff present was any indication, and most of it still unopened. At the bottom of the box, and the reason it was so heavy, was a heavy block, a vibrating pad at the top - a sybian. She'd seen one used at a party before, an unwilling escort made to mount it only when threatened with being stripped and forcibly ejected onto the streets. From the sounds the girl had made, it had been quite intense, although that might just have been to try and please whoever had hired her or hoping to get them to let her go. She managed to find a plug socket (even that was behind a metal panel, although at least it was open rather than locked) and plugged it in. This one looked pretty heavy-duty, with straps to ensure the occupant didn't fall off, the controls on the front of the box where they would be hard to access when in use. She straddled it, then took another picture. Think I should go for a ride? It didn't take long until there was a response. Strap yourself in, it's a hell of a thing! She squirted lube over the dildo, shimmying her thong off, playing with herself to get herself ready. This was how she wanted to live, surrounded by luxury, although with rather more control herself. She played with herself, loosening herself up, then slowly eased herself onto the prong. The thing was cold inside her, although was a comfortable size, satisfyingly solid. She strapped the bands around her thighs, then reached forward, fumbling along the front of the device for the 'on' switch. It buzzed to life. She immediately grabbed her phone, trying to concentrate through the vibrations and stimulation, pressure swiftly building inside of her. This selfie wouldn't be very well focused, but... Her thoughts went white as the vibrations rumbled through her, bringing her to a peak. If it hadn't been for the straps, she would have fallen off already. The phone fell from her hand as she was shoved into another orgasm, hands covering her mouth as she tried not to yell. She came again, the buzzing seeming louder. Oh god, was it getting faster? A cry tore itself from her lips, audible even through her hands, and then she sagged forward as the buzzing slowed slightly. Her hands scrabbled over the front of the panel, fumbling for the controls. It started to vibrate again, her nails scraping against knobs and dials, flicking a switch and the thing powering down. It took her a long moment to collect herself, head swimming as she slowly pulled herself off it, the dildo now slick with her juices. She could understand now why that escort had started to beg after the sixth orgasm had been ripped from her, the onlookers only turning it up higher and laughing. She climbed off, needing to collect herself. That thing was powerful! Her pussy was drenched, thighs moist with her own juices, as she wiped herself down on the bedsheets. She didn't have any other clothing, and the device in the closet seemed to have jammed, leaving her reeking of sex as she put the thong back on, taking a moment to rearrange her own clothing as the message bell chimed again. Nice look, doll, suits you. Wonder how long you can go for if it wasn't
turned off? Called in a favour, got you
a job. Close by, phone will tell you the
way. It had fallen against the wall, fortunately undamaged. A map had appeared, showing her current location, a destination not far away. Who was this guy? The place shown was an office building, filled with super-expensive lawyers and consultants. For a one-night stand she couldn't even remember, he was very generous. Even when drunk, she wouldn't have been picked someone ugly so he must be a looker, and wealthy as well. The bathroom door had sealed itself, so she couldn't shower again. The door to outside opened, allowing her to leave, hissing shut as soon as she passed through. |