Part One
Seduction
Prologue
Alex
silently slid back the panel in the door that opened a tiny window into the
cell beyond. Curled into a fetal ball, the remains of a once-proud, independent
woman lay sobbing after her most recent use. From here he could see the cum smears on her ass cheeks from where the men had
taken her tiny hole with their massive cocks – and he smiled.
Sliding
the panel shut, he turned to the older woman beside him. “This one is nearly
broken?”
“Very nearly, sir. She still sobs, which
implies she still has resistance, despite the contract she signed. A few more
sessions and she will be ready for the next step of her training.”
“Excellent, Annabel. You have done well,
as always.”
“Of
course I have, sir. I was trained by the best.”
Alex
heard the pride in the woman’s voice and had the good sense not to smile.
Hand-picked from the offerings at the very first slave auction his family ever
held, the now-elderly woman had lost none of her own discipline and training.
Since his father’s untimely death, “Miss Annabel” had become simply “Annabel”
to him, and an invaluable asset in keeping the family’s side business going.
“Let
me see the next one.”
“This way, sir. Follow me.”
The
woman’s thinness might lead one to think her a frail old lady, but Alex had to
smile as she led the way down the brightly lit cinder-block corridor to the
next cell. Anyone fooled by her small size would have that illusion immediately
dispelled by the crisp command in a voice that brooked no disobedience.
A
month before his thirtieth birthday, Alex Davidson had become full owner of his
family business when his father died of a heart attack while in Miss Annabel’s
arms. It was a wonderful way to go and he hoped someday he might find a slave
of his own who would be as dedicated as the woman beside him was to his father.
He
paused before the next cell, the thick door muffling but not silencing the
strident voice coming from within.
“Get
me the fuck out of here. You can’t keep me chained like this. I demand to see a
lawyer. Who the fuck do you all think you are?”
Alex
only raised an eyebrow at Annabel who shrugged. “A new
acquisition. Just came in this morning.”
Alex
nodded, opening the panel to a string of vituperation. “Fuck you! Open that
fucking door and let me the fuck out of here. This isn’t what I signed the fuck
up for.”
“Does
she know any other adjective?” Alex’s voice was deliberately calm and
impersonal.
“Not
that we’ve heard, sir.”
Alex
chuckled at Annabel’s tone. Still, he had to ask. “And her paperwork is all in
order?”
Annabel’s
dry look was all the confirmation he needed. His father had always been
adamant. No slave who wasn’t here willingly. Each woman had to not only sign a
contract, but also sign in front of witnesses of her own choosing.
“Fuck!”
The
scream from inside the chamber made Alex chuckle again. Getting past the second
thoughts was always the loudest part of the training.
“No
food or water until she learns how to say ‘please’.”
“Fuck
you!”
Alex
shut the panel with finality. He’d enjoy watching this one fall. Always far
more fun to break the ones with spirit than the crybabies who were scared of
their own shadows.
His
father always kept three slaves in various states of training, feeling that to
have too many spread the attention too thin. Alex had been running the business
for a year and thought they could handle as many as five, but kept to his
father’s model for now. So far, it had worked well. But times were changing and
the demand had grown. He had some new ideas of his own he wanted to try and in
fact, had already put some into practice with Annabel’s assistance. But there
was one more cell, and one more slave-to-be to see.
“Show
me the last one.”
With
a smile that would have chilled a lesser man, but which said to Alex that
Annabel liked the way this next one was coming, the woman walked to the end of
the corridor, pausing beside the third cell. Again Alex slid open a panel to
peer inside.
The
slender woman inside turned at the slight sound, dropping to her knees and
facing the door. He’d caught her in the act of doing a series of stretches
slaves were expected to do to keep themselves limber. But now she knelt on her
heels, her knees spread wide, her hands behind her
head and her breasts pushed forward in offering, her eyes down in submission.
There hadn’t been a moment’s hesitation in her move.
“This
one will fetch a good price,” Annabel told him, and Alex saw a blush of pride
come up in the woman’s cheeks.
“Excellent.
You have done a marvelous job, Annabel.”
The
older woman pursed her lips and only Alex understood the look for a smile.
“Thank
you, sir.” She indicated the woman inside. “You have been away and have not had
the opportunity to sample this one’s talents. Shall I send her to you?”
“Has
she been tested?”
“Yes.”
“I
take it she passed?”
“She
begged at the door for entrance.”
He
smiled. “Then send her to the office. I want her services worked into
tomorrow’s schedule.”
Annabel
nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Alex
shut the panel and followed the older woman along the corridor, parting with
her at the elevator to the office building above them.
“We
are glad to have you back, sir.”
He
paused in the elevator. “Thank you, Annabel. I am very glad to be back.”
Chapter One
Susan
felt great, swinging her hips provocatively as she sauntered down the busy city
street. The stresses of her job had once again disappeared after a session with
Dr. Cooper, hypnotist extraordinaire. Pulling out the band that held her
ponytail, she let her blonde tresses fall, the late summer breeze picking them
up and sending them curling around her face in gentle caresses. She tossed her
head, enjoying the freedom…having no idea how many heads turned to watch the
incredibly sexy woman walking down the street.
The
Davidson Advertising Agency had offices in one of the city’s tallest buildings.
Susan nearly skipped inside, waving hello to the guard at the desk who grinned
at her lively spirit and waved her through. Even though the lunch hour drew to
a close, not many were on the elevator up to her floor and she found herself
humming a jaunty little tune that nearly always filled her head these days.
The
doors opened and even the sight of Miss Annabel, the agency’s dour
receptionist, couldn’t dampen her spirits. Susan Bristol felt too darn good to
let a little thing like a scowl bring her down. She called a cheery hello and
headed toward her own little office tucked beside the ladies’ washroom. At
twenty-five and just out of grad school for graphic design, Susan didn’t care
about the size of the office. She had
an office, and that was all that mattered. Far too many of her fellow designers
were working in cubicles as agency drones. When she’d landed the job at
Davidson’s, she couldn’t believe her luck. And when Mr. Davidson himself had
shown her the nine-by-six room that would be hers, she started counting her
blessings and determining a color scheme.
Because
the room was so tiny and had no windows, she’d chosen light colors that would
keep her spirits up and the creativity flowing. The soft pastels of spring
flowed around the room like an Easter rainbow. Light yellows gave way to
barely-there peaches to baby-girl pinks that then mingled with ever-so-slightly
darker shades of lilac and sky-blue. The painted pattern swirled in wide,
sensuous curves and circles, drawing the eye ever upward.
For
on the ceiling was her piece de resistance. She’d hand-painted a spring sky,
tufts of white clouds seeming to scuttle across a perfect sky. Tiny birds flew
in one corner on their way to a destination only imagined. Here in this small
room, she’d created a world of her own where her thoughts could roam free,
untainted by reality. Here she had designed an entire account’s worth of
materials for an author just getting started. Here she’d had her greatest
success fixing a botched job by one of the agency’s other designers, a designer
no longer working for them.
Mr.
Davidson often stopped by personally, saying he enjoyed her creative enclave,
but Susan hoped there were other reasons as well. Her boss wasn’t married and
rumors had it he would be a perennial bachelor because of his devotion to the
agency. No woman would put up with the hours he spent here on the job. But that
didn’t stop Susan from the occasional daydream. After all, he was only five
years her senior. His dark hair, worn fairly short, tended to curl when it
needed a haircut and Susan liked it when he forgot to go to the barbershop. Gave a girl something to play with. His brown eyes seemed to
hold secrets she would love to penetrate. She was sure part of his workaholic
attitude had to do with the fact he had inherited the agency after his father’s
death. She figured he didn’t spend all his time at work, though. His tailored
suits showed off a physique whose trimness could only come from a gym. Mr.
Davidson had something to prove and like so many others,
she hoped she’d be the one to find out what and to whom.
Looping
her over-the-shoulder purse on the hook behind the door, Susan kicked the
doorstop in place in case he happened by, took out her current project and got
back to work.
Alex
Davidson hung up the receiver and smiled. Everything progressed very nicely.
Dr. Cooper’s report about his latest session with Davidson’s newest designer
showed Susan Bristol had great possibilities. So far, the doctor reported,
she’d shown an amazing talent to go into trance and had a great retention for
his post-hypnotic suggestions.
Slapping
the desk and standing, a grin on his face, he decided to test the latest
suggestion personally. Up until now, the suggestions had been harmless…mostly
just upbeat thoughts designed to reinforce her love of her job. But Alex
Davidson had a very different sort of job in mind for the woman than the
position she currently held. If all went well, Susan Bristol would join a long
list of women the Davidson Advertising Agency had supplied for the Davidson Auction
House.
He
sauntered out of his office, fully aware of the female heads that turned his
way as he made his way down the open hallway. Only Miss Annabel didn’t show any
interest in him as a sexual being and that was fine with him. The older woman
had been helping to run both businesses since long before he was born. She’d
help raise him after his mother died and had accompanied them to the auction
house when his father had first taken him at the age of fourteen. In fact, it
was her presence that showed him how right and sensible this business was, for
nothing would ever corrupt Miss Annabel in his young mind.
He
winked at her now as he passed and she nodded toward the open door of Susan
Bristol’s tiny room. Annabel had scouted Susan from a plethora of applicants
and she’d never been wrong, though Susan had thrown them both a curveball with
her incredible talents as a designer. And what she’d done with the small office
space they’d allotted her had been nothing short of incredible.
He
poked his head in to see her frowning over a drawing. Making a face, she made a
few more lines, then sat back and sighed.
“Having
trouble?” He stepped into the room, his tall frame filling taking up much of
the space.
Her
cheeks grew warm. “I just can’t find the right line for this sketch. It’s for
the Midlakes account.”
“The
horse stables? Let me look.”
Before
she could hand it to him, he came around the side of her desk, putting one hand
on the back of her chair, turning the drawing with the other so he could see it
better. He knew his proximity would make her blush again and enjoyed it when
she did.
The
sketch showed promise. He’d given her this account as a test and as an
introduction to some ideas he intended to have Dr. Cooper put in her head. The
drawing showed a sulky being pulled by a magnificent racing horse. Elegance and
breeding showed in the horse from the tilt of an ear to the position of the
tail. Each leg was perfectly balanced and one could almost see the movement of
the animal.
Even
the sulky’s positioning was correct and elegant. This was an instrument to race
with, not for simple transportation. The sleek lines flowed from the sulky to
the horse in an unbroken line of sight.
Only
the human sitting on the vehicle looked out of place. She’d gone for a woman
driver, her hair flowing in graceful waves as they raced around a track. But
the angle of the body was wrong, the hair not quite right. Alex stifled a smile
as he picked up an eraser to remove the hair and breasts.
Quickly
he penciled in a different figure, male, with powerful shoulders and strong
legs. The rider sat at ease in the narrow seat, at once one with the horse as
well as its master. Susan’s surprised gasp as he withdrew his hand and turned
the drawing to her let him know he had hit home.
“That’s
it! That’s it exactly! How did you know?” She looked up at him in wonderment,
her hazel eyes wide with astonishment.
“Women
are the watchers, men are those who control.” He kept his comments brief,
watching to see how she would react. Deliberately, he did not move away from
her desk, but continued to hover over her.
“Yes,
those are the stereotypes. I had been trying to break that, but I see now…our
target audience is women. They will respond to a man in the seat much more than
they would to a woman there, even though the intent is to get them to patronize
the stables and take lessons there.”
“Exactly. Women will go there to watch the men, to
flirt with them, excited by how men control the animals.”
Susan
nodded, suddenly blushing as she realized he hadn’t moved away. Casually, as if
he were just noticing it, Alex tried the post-hypnotic suggestion. “Is it warm
in here?”
As
he expected, her hand went to the top button on her blouse and undid it. She
didn’t seem to notice her movement as she turned her face up to his. “I thought
it was only me.”
Her
cheeks continued to blush. “No, I think it’s definitely warm in here.”
Again
her hand went to her blouse, unbuttoning the next button and giving him a very
nice view of her cleavage. Dr. Cooper hadn’t lied. She was quite susceptible to
those suggestions. He pushed to see how far it went.
“Don’t
you think it’s warm in here?”
Her
fingers undid another button, leaving only the bottom two still fastened.
“Yes,” she told him. “It’s definitely warm.”
“Well,
because it’s so warm in here, maybe we should get you a fan.”
Another
button released. He moved around to the front of her desk and went to the door.
“You should show off those breasts more often you know. Breasts as beautiful as
those should be displayed for all men to see.” With that, he turned on his heel
and left her, a grin on his face.