Harry

Finally, there was a knock on the door.

“Get into Nadu, head down, mouth open, legs open, hands resting palms up on your thighs. Do it now” Mark was practically hissing.

Nikki obeyed. Confident that this was something she knew how to do.

Mark opened the door and two men came in. Nikki surreptitiously glanced up. Both men were in their twenties. The one who was clearly in charge (Harry?) was tall, with close cut blond hair. The other one a little shorter, a little more stocky, with darker hair and acne. The shorter one seemed uncomfortable, as if maybe he wasn’t used to this. Harry was clearly at ease.

Mark greeted both men warmly. “Come in come in, Harry, Carl. So glad you could come Carl. Can Nikki get either of you something to drink?” Nikki was used to serving as a waitress, fetch-it girl, general servant and gopher, so this actually felt reassuring. A role she was used to. But it did seem odd for Mark to be so obsequious. These were obviously important people.

“No, no, we’re all set.” Harry spoke for his friend. Odd. “We’re actually in a bit of a hurry.”

“Well then, I’ll leave you to it.” Mark was business like, as if this was perfectly normal that he was going to leaving two men in his private quarters to inspect and be serviced by a slave. Although Nikki realized, it was perfectly normal for him, however odd it seemed to be for her.

Mark closed the door behind him. The click reverberating through Nikki like a thunderclap.

“Well, what have we here. A fresh slave for the market, no?” Harry turned his attention to Nikki. “Carl? Are you ready to take notes? You have to get the report in by 10 am tomorrow.”

“I’m ready Harry!” He sounded more than ready. He sounded positively eager.

Harry stepped over to Nikki. Stroked her head. “Nice soft hair.” He grabbed a handful and yanked. Niki gasped, surprised, and struggling not to raise her hands to her scalp to defend herself.

“Lovely sensitive scalp, but good job accepting my control. That’s a Mark Gold slave for you, classic.” His tone was assessing. Nikki felt like a piece of meat. The humiliation rushed through her and sure enough, brought a pink flush to her skin.

“Oh, and a sweet little blush too!” Harry was almost gleeful in reporting it. “Note that Carl.” Nikki’s shame seemed to expand in her chest. She thought about Mark. Let him fill her mind.

“Now stand, girl.” He addressed himself to Nikki. She shakily climbed to her feet, swaying as she felt his eyes on her appraising. “Turn, I want to see all of you.” Harry’s voice was commanding. She turned, slowly, her buttocks burning with the humiliation of it. Eventually she was facing him.

“Look at me,” Harry commanded her. She raised her eyes. “I want to hear your voice. Are you prepared to answer my questions?”

“Yes, Sir.” She tried to answer eagerly, but her voice cracked.

“Good.” His voice was crisp, professional. Like a job interview or a TV announcer. “Are you a sex slave?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’ll do whatever I ask?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You revel in your position?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Ok, now I want to hear your point of view. What is it about being a slave that you like?”

“Well, Sir, I spent years as a business professional. I was responsible for millions of dollars of business, hundreds of people, and I made decisions that had profound ramifications for people and even industries. People relied on me for so much! As a slave, I am only responsible for pleasure. My future is in my Master’s hands, and I can live in the moment. It is liberating in a perverse, but fascinating way. Oh, and I really enjoy sex.”

Harry and Carl both laughed, Carl’s laugh sounding a bit sinister. “Good answer! And I’m glad to hear it about the sex.” Harry sounded genuinely pleased. “Carl, write down that she is quite the philosopher! Nice voice, good diction, obviously educated.”

“Now,” he continued, “lets look at your body.” Nikki shivered, already feeling his gaze on her. “Stand up.” Nikki stood, a little shakily. “Lets see how you are at following commands.”

“Bend over.” Nikki turned, facing away from him, and bent from the waist, feeling her breasts hanging down. Her face burning. “Spread your legs, show me everything.” Nikki complied, feeling waves of humiliation roll over her. But she focused on Mark. She was doing this for Mark. Submitting to him. He wanted her to do this, it would make him proud. He could even see her.

“Nice fleshy butt, sturdy thighs, seems strong. Seems like she could take a lot.” Harry was directing his comments to Carl. “You getting all this down?”

“Got it Harry. Fleshy butt, sturdy thighs, strong.”

Harry’s hands traced the curve of her hips, ran along her legs. “Muscular back. This is a slave who could serve physically, lift or pull. Skin nice and smooth, but a few bumps – what are these? I guess you should just write small cysts… Good job maintaining position.” He pushed her to the left and right, assessing as she held herself steady.

Nikki felt totally objectified. As if she wasn’t even there. Just a puppet or a doll, being played with by these two friends, being assessed, considered, evaluated. She felt the warm rush of arousal, surprising her, but welling up from her core. She let out a low moan, involuntarily, before she clamped her lips together to silence herself.

“Hmm… and such pretty reactions.” Harry’s voice continued on, describing everything he was touching. And his hand was traveling up her thigh, getting closer, oh, no, he was going to test her, see how wet she was. She knew she was wet. She closed her eyes, as his fingers reached in, touching the moisture. She held herself still and open as she felt his fingers press into her, felt them slide over her liquid wetness. “She’s soaked, Carl! Totally wet. Mark has definitely done a good job with this one.”

Somehow she felt both ashamed and proud. Ashamed, because here was a stranger seeing that he had made her aroused just by pushing her around and talking about her. But proud because she knew this was the reaction Mark had trained her to have, this was the reaction owners wanted from their slaves.

Harry pulled his fingers out, and raised them to his nose, rubbing them together. She could hear the sharp intake as he inhaled, smelling them. “Nice delicate scent.” There was a moment of silence, and then she heard the sound of him pulling the fingers back out of his mouth. “Lovely flavor, bready, nutty. This is real arousal, no stupid lube tricks – I wouldn’t have thought Mark would try something like that, but still, given how wet she was you had to suspect!”

“Now lets run you through a few poses.” Harry’s voice was crisp and commanding. He launched into a set of commands:

“Cunt.” She lay on her back, spread her legs, pushed her hips up to show off her sex to the greatest possible extent.

“Spread.” She reached her hands down and separated her labia.

“Mouth.” She kneeled up and opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out.

“Breasts.” She cupped each breast in a hand and raised them up towards Harry.

Each of the poses was familiar to her. She felt comfortable, calm, centered. She knew what to do and concentrated on doing it the best possible. Holding her body steady, Keeping each pose exactly the way she was taught to. He moved her through another dozen poses.

“Good job moving through the poses. Not the most graceful slave I’ve ever seen, but what she lacks in grace, she makes up for in willingness. Lovely attitude.” Harry reached down again, and in one fluid motion, thrust two fingers deep into her vagina. She held steady, even if her breath was expelled sharply from her lungs. “And still wet, maybe even wetter. She definitely enjoys being a slave. Don’t you, girl?”

“Yes, Sir.” Nikki’s voice seemed to come from outside her body.

“Now lets see how well he’s trained your mouth. On your knees in front of me, girl.” Harry’s hands were on his belt. Nikki knew what was coming. She was prepared.

And there it was, his cock was in front of her face. It was semi-erect, the head looking slightly swollen, pointed down. It was like Mark’s, but different too. She inhaled deeply. The scent of cock – sweat, urine, old cum, yeasty, earthy, and oh so masculine. Surprising how a penis can look so different yet so similar.

She opened her mouth, leaned forward, and took him inside her. She could feel his cock react to the warm heat of her mouth. She could feel him growing, the blood flowing to his sex. Could feel the texture changing, the surface getting smoother, the head swelling, the veins starting to stand out. She could feel the ridge of the head, rounded and spongy. What an amazing thing. Just on the face of it, amazing. The transformation from that (soft, vulnerable, flaccid), to this (hard, urgent, swollen), all in a manner of moments and all because of her. Incredible.

But now that he was hard, she started to really work, the way that Mark had taught her. She slid her lips up and down the shaft, rubbing her tongue along the bottom, tracing the large vein and then fluttering over the spot, right below the head, where all the nerves come together. She let the head pop in and out of her mouth over her swollen lips. She kept her lips around two thirds of the way down the shaft and just moved her tongue. She swirled her tongue over him, slurping and sucking with her lips. She moved her head and her tongue. She took him all the way in, so that her lips were flush with his pelvis, and then slid almost all the way out, so his head was just inside her lips. She moved up and down.

Then she tasted it. Pre-cum. The flavor pungent and salty. Masculine. Delicious. And she wanted more. She started to really move. Sliding faster, sucking, licking, trying to take more of him into her. She was moving her head, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, her mouth wrapped around him.

But Harry wasn’t ready to cum yet. “Hey, slow down, girl!” He grabbed her head and physically restrained her. Gripped her tight with both hands and slowed her down. She felt the restraint of his hands, felt her submission, and settled into his rhythm. He slid her back and forth on him. Pushing into her, and drawing back out. She continued to use her tongue and her lips, steady pressure and suction. His cock was sliding in and out and she felt that they could go on forever.

Then his urgency started to build. He was thrusting harder, deeper. Each stroke going deep into her and cutting off her breath. Ooo, but it felt good. Nikki could feel each thrust in two places: in her mouth, yes, but also in her cunt. A deep, hot presence inside her.

He was pushing deep and hard into her, his cock hitting the back of her throat, tears coming to her eyes. It was relentless, there was no escape, and she was gasping for air. Trying to get enough oxygen into her to not pass out. But she could feel his desire, feel his need, his response to HER. His arousal was intense. And she could feel herself responding to it. She could feel her vagina expanding and contracting, opening with each thrust into her mouth, and closing back as he withdrew.

Nikki could feel the cum rumbling up from Harry’s balls. His hands were tighter on her head and he was thrusting even more deeply into her. She was struggling to stay upright. It was only his hands on her that were keeping her from falling. She could hear him moaning, rhythmically in time to each thrust. And then his hands clamped to the back of her head, he pushed one more time into her, and erupted – so deep into her that the cum splashed the back of her throat and she didn’t even have an opportunity to decide if she wanted to swallow or not, she had to.

Her body echoed his climax. Her cunt spasming, her throat tightening, all her muscles tightening. Not a full orgasm, but a little mini one – her body rigid with tension and then relaxing into it. She sucked the last drops out of him. Eagerly, willingly, thinking of Mark. He pushed her head back, pulling out of her. She extended her tongue to get the last couple of drops and then sat back on her heels looking up at him.

“Excellent mouth, Carl. One of the best I’ve seen in recent years. You can just tell she likes it.” Harry was adjusting himself, putting his cock back into his pants, zipping up. All matter of fact. “We don’t have time now, but you should ask Mark if he’ll let you come back and get a piece.”

Nikki gazed down. The glow of her successful completion of the task replaced, at least in part, by the humiliation of being reminded that anybody could use her at any time. That she was just an object, a plaything, to be passed from one person to another. But at the same time feeling herself respond, sexually, to that concept. Confusing.

There was a knock at the door, and then Mark was there.

“Ahh, Mark.” Harry’s voice was warm in greeting. “You’ve done an excellent job here. Quite an accomplished slave. She did a good job on the poses, but it’s her mouth you should really be proud of. Well done!”

“Why thank you Harry.” There was that deference in his tone, again. So shocking to Nikki who was used to him commanding and authoritative. “She’s a natural talent. We’ve only had her for 6 weeks.”

“Well, good job. She should fetch a fine price. And I was just saying to Carl that he should come back and get some on his own.”

“You know that you are both welcome whenever you would like. We do need to keep her fresh for the Market, so give me a little advance warning and we’ll clear her schedule. I’m so glad you could make it down here for this.”

And then the two of them were shaking hands with Mark and everybody was bidding each other farewell. Nikki could taste Harry’s cum in her mouth. Could hear his commands ringing in her head. Could feel his fingers testing her wetness. She was replaying the evening’s events over and over in her mind.

Finally the door closed behind them and Mark turned to her. “Oh, sweetie. I am so proud of you! I could see you losing yourself into your service. It was truly a beautiful thing to behold. Now come into my arms.” He spread his arms and she practically ran into them, feeling enfolded and warm, his approval flowing over her. “Really, you were wonderful. But now it is time for bed.”

Mark took Nikki by the arm and led her into his sleeping chamber. Allowed her to spread her little pallet on the floor at the foot of his bed. He attached the D rings on her wrist cuffs to the one on her slave collar, her arms trapped in front of her body. And then he attached the leash to her collar ring and to the leg of the bed, forcing her down onto the pallet.

“I’m going to let you sleep with the taste of a stranger’s cum in your mouth. Get used to it. Over the next days you will be fucked, in the mouth, the ass, the cunt, in every combination and in every way. You will be asked to talk, to reason, to choose. But I will be with you the whole time.” Mark’s voice was reassuring. “Now sleep. You need your rest.”

Nikki closed her eyes, feeling his hand gently stroking her head. She didn’t know what the coming days would hold. But she knew that she didn’t need to worry. She was a slave. Whatever happened was somebody else’s responsibility.