Emily gasped at the sound that announced their arrival. Whimpering like a child, she saw the doors slide open - she cowered away shaking her head, but the man grabbed her wrists and turned her around. Emily stumbled out into the hall, darkened and deserted. Her Nemesis pushed her roughly through the space and she fell onto her hands and knees. She looked behind and saw Her Nemesis get out and much to her horror, Hades followed behind carrying the Chanel bag she had dropped.

"Please don't do this to me again. Please!!" Emily wept - her fear and shame prevailing over the lust that still raged for this man. "I'm not the kind of woman you think I am. I have a husband that I love! You can't do this to me again! I don't want to be here. Please, let me go!"

Her Nemesis smiled at Emily's pleas and tears then reached out to stroke her hair in a mark of affection that she assumed was pure fake. He calmed her for a moment with this tender display then lowered his hand to Emily's neck where her trademark string of pearls hung. The pearls were softly grasped and Emily chokingly pulled towards the man's face so he could whisper in her ear.

"Don't be silly, Blondie. Of course you're that kind of woman. You can't fool me. I know you want to be here and get used and abused again. Why else were you standing waiting for the elevator at the time I told you? You're a cock loving whore, Blondie, and you're addicted to mine. You want my cock in your mouth and you want my cock in your ass. And you certainly want my cock back in your cunt. Remember what I promised you? Hours of hard rutting - the best fucking of your life with more orgasms than you thought possible - and now's your chance to earn it. You think about it constantly. I know this. You're a dirty, dirty, cock loving slut! And most importantly - you're my bitch! I own you, Blondie, so cut out the crap! I need you to do this for me, and that's the end of the matter."

Releasing the pearls and backing away, he stroked the side of Emily's face with the back of his hand as he allowed his words to register. And sure as eggs they did! Memories were stirred, truths were awoken, that torrential lust was brought to the surface and Emily knew she could never refuse. She wanted the sex and she wanted the hurt, she wanted the humiliation. But most of all she wanted to please - this was Her Master and he had used a telling word: 'need'! He needed her to do this, and that gave her a worth that was more precious than her pearls.

It was a clever ploy, for Emily would need such help. That was made clear when the man reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew something chunky that glinted in the poor light. At first Emily could not discern what it was, but when it was held in front of her she let out a heart-wrenching cry.

"No! No! Please no!"

Speaking loud and clear for the benefit of all, Her Nemesis gave an answer. "Pearls are all very well for up on the top floor, but this is what dirty bitches should wear in the basement. Now be a good cock whore and let me put it around your neck."

Emily shuddered and sobbed, she hung her head in shame, making it all the easier for Her Nemesis to dress her in the thick leather collar which was attached to a chain leash. She sobbed even louder as the chain was chugged and Emily was dragged on her hands and knees towards the changing room, compliant but rueful, in a torrent of emotion. Hades followed a couple of paces behind, like a shadow of death even though there was little light, his shaded eyes fixed to the bitch's tight ass. Emily failed to hear it above the panic screeching in her head, but for the first time in her presence the new man made a sound - a deep throaty growl of beastly anticipation - for that fabulous booty hugged tight in the skirt was everything he'd been promised and had earned the right to enjoy.