J knelt by her cage door when she heard the Master’s footsteps coming down the stairs.
Her knuckles gripped the bars while she waited anxiously for his order. Jason had hooked
her wrist cuffs to the front of a belt locked around her waist to allow her to stretch
them from the confining position behind her back. It also allowed her to reach between
her pussy lips and stroke herself, which was something he encouraged her to do.
The man had never hurt her, except when she balked at one of his requests. On several
occasions, he caressed her while she performed his erotic demands and he said words of how
pleased he was. The rare occurrences of comfort became Janice’s focus. As time passed in
the oppressive darkness, the Master’s voice and calming brushes became a craving desire
for her. He called her J, in an attempt to remove her from identifying with her ‘outside’
life. Now, Janice even thought of herself in the monosyllabic term.
Across the room, she heard a soft thump of something being laid on the table. J was
getting better at navigating the room, though she had no idea what sort of furniture made
up the maze of the floor space. She was familiar with a few frightening apparatus, though
the Master never really hurt her. Mostly, he just wanted to have sex with her and make
her climax. J felt her pussy squeeze wetly with the thought of his hands caressing her,
and her fingertips dropped to spread her labia and brush her slit while she listened.
She heard him cross the room to her and he leaned down. “You are to be still, J.”
The sound of his voice caused her to stroke faster. It was an unconscious response, by
now. “Yes, Master Jason,” she whispered. He walked away, leaving her confused while she
worked the juices leaking from inside.
Jason secured the small woman to the table and he opened three sets of contacts to choose
the right shade. Her eyes were an indigo blue that were gorgeous against the white blonde
hair. She was a wispy, fairy of a thing. She was also the great granddaughter of one of
founding families of Arbor Heights.
Amy came to slowly, groaning with a throbbing headache. Her thick tongue worked at some
stupid clamp in her mouth while she pulled at her bound hands. It took a long time for
the drug to work its way out of her system, but Jason could see the exact moment the girl
was aware of her abduction. She froze, only moving her eyes from side to side and
blinking to see through the darkness.
Oh shit. Oh shit. I’ve been kidnapped. Amy had no doubt her parents would pay whatever
ransom was demanded, but sometimes these guys did not care if they held up their end of
the bargain. She had actually been coached on being a hostage by a former government guy
a bunch of the parents hired to talk to the kids when they were younger. Rule one, is to
establish a rapport and talk to them. Let them know that you’re a person. Amy pried at
the ring gag again. How the fuck can I talk to them with this stupid rubber shit forcing
my mouth open?
Amy was determined not to fight them. She was certain it would have to have taken more
than one person to organize the abduction of someone of her importance. She waited for a
light bulb hanging from the ceiling to switch on over her head, keeping her from seeing
their faces in the shadows. Instead, she felt a thumb brush down her cheek, and she
gasped in confusion. Her eyes blinked rapidly, trying to detect a blindfold. Her lids
felt raw and her eyes did not feel right, though she could not feel anything covering
them.
“Amy Thornton, from Arbor Heights Apartments, and acquired in August.”
J’s hands flew from her pussy and she gripped the bars of her cage. Her knuckles turned
white and she listened to the Master’s voice from across the room. He’s taken another
one. Oh my god. Is he through with me? Will he let me go? Or is he going to kill me?
She quivered, and listened to Master Jason frighten his new victim.
Amy was not surprised the man knew her. Naturally, he would know a lot about her to
demand ransom. She wondered if he would let her speak with her parents. What the hell
will I say to them? Sorry, you were right. I should have packed up like a good little
girl and gone off to school. Fuck. Suddenly, her stubborn bid for independence seemed
pretty stupid.
“You are slave A. I’m sure by now you realize your sight is gone.”
Amy was silent for another moment, and then she screamed. I’m blind? I’m blind? No.
God, no. Slave? Everything jumbled in her mind. From the time she was six, she had been
aware of the possibility of being kidnapped for money. A slave? No. No. I’m not really
blind. He’s done something to me. He’s just trying to scare me. He wouldn’t dare hurt
me and risk losing the ransom. Amy began sobbing and staring wildly around the room,
willing the light to show through the black, but certain the strange feeling under her
lids was due to whatever solution or alteration the man had done to take her vision.
Amy felt something cold and metal slip under the straps of her tank top and scissors
began slicing the thin top away. She wore no bra, but with a set of 32B’s it was hardly
necessary. The chilled air of the cellar tightened her pale pink nipples into tiny
puckered cones.
Jason was delighted and ran his palm over one breast. His hand easily covered an entire
side and barely had to arch to cup over the flatness of her chest. By the time he cut her
pajama bottoms free and plucked a few white blonde hairs that did nothing to hide her
little pussy, he was throbbing with arousal. Jason would collect J to take care of him,
after he had A secured in her cage.
Amy was wailing in fear and pleading as she began to understand that she really was blind
and that this man might not have taken her for ransom. If that were the case, then her
parents really could not help her this time. The man was holding her up and her bare feet
stumbled on a cold cement floor while she shivered in fear. He pulled her down to her
knees. “Crawl forward, A. There is a bowl of water in the corner.” He coaxed her into
her cage with his hand spread over both cheeks of her bottom.
After locking the new slave’s cage, he walked two cells down. “J, lean forward and suck
me.” Jason gripped the bars on the top of her cage while he pumped into her willing
mouth.
J worked hard to lavish his cock, resting her head against the rails and tightening her
own clenching fists low around the bars. He won’t. He won’t kill me. I’ll do everything
he says, and he’ll keep me.
It was after six in the morning, and Jason had been up all night. Next to shooting a
healthy load down his eager slave’s throat, the thing Jason needed most was sleep.
After the Master climbed the stairs, J lay curled up on her side, clenching her hands and
wishing she could cover her ears. The new girl, A, had been sobbing nonstop and kicking
her feet against the cage. J wished the Master would come downstairs and make her stop.
He had ordered J to be still, so she knew better than to speak to the girl.
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