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Corporate Slaves: Wed and Bred
(Melissa DuVant)
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Corporate Slaves - Wed and Bred Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any
individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure
invention. Chapter One: A Meeting of Peers Chapter Three: A Not-So-Pleasant Honeymoon Chapter Four: A Thorough Examination Chapter Five: An Escape and an Ending Thanks to Dillon for backing this! Chapter One: A Meeting of Peers Alexandria flexed her fingers, enjoying the way the eyes of her victim followed the finger-tips, metal claws catching the light. When she reached forward, they tried to move themselves out of the way, chains clinking, but there wasn't enough slack for them to do more than lean away slightly, their feet tethered by a spreader-bar. She held her hand a little distance away, still twisting her fingers, savoring the way their breath hitched, knowing that pain was imminent, their desperate attempts to twist away, but lacking the capacity to do so. Their arms were held above their head, a chain padlocked to stout metal cuffs. A metal ball-gag was nestled between cherry-red lips, steel covered with a sheen of spittle. They were still dressed, at least partially - the tattered remnants of a sleek red cocktail dress clung to their hips, one breast covered, the other bared. Their tanned skin was marked up with whip-welts, spit oozing down between perfect and pert breasts. Alexandria tapped a finger forward, bringing it into contact with a shoulder. Electricity snapped into them, making the muscle tense up and bringing forth a pained whimper from their throat. Another finger placed against soft and supple flesh, sending another stab of electricity, muscles tensing and twitching, the woman no longer fully in control of her body. She pushed harder, scraping them down flesh, leaving white scratch marks down her victim's body. They did, to their credit, have a lovely body - well-maintained, toned without being overly muscled, their breasts and lips a little enhanced but not ostentatiously so. The metallic claws moved over their ribs, muscles tensing and twitching, before encountering a remnant of the tattered dress, the waist-band still mostly intact. Tickling nails over their torso produced a delightful rippling tensing up of flesh, skin tensing over their stomach, the woman's breath getting faster and faster. 'This isn't really necessary, is it? You don't need to cover up anymore. So let's strip you off completely.' It was easy to snag the fabric around a claw, the skimpy material tearing under pressure. Alexandria tore-scratched downwards, severing through the waist-band. They tensed their thighs, as thought that would somehow help them. The waistband ripped apart, the dress falling in half, part sliding away to reveal their thighs and crotch - now it was barely covering their body, one shoulder just about hanging on. 'Oh, that just looks untidy, doesn't it? Far better for you to not have it at all.' She pressed all her claws against the woman's belly, pinpricks around the cleft of their navel, while reaching up with the other hand to snap the irritating last band of fabric, sending it sliding downwards. 'Npphh!' Alexandria jabbed them harder, savoring their discomfort. 'Oh, you are a nasty little slut, aren't you? Not wearing anything beneath?' Their crotch was bare - all they were wearing now were their cuffs and some strappy stilettos, keeping their legs lovely and taut. 'I think maybe I should touch down there a little.' 'Nph... Nphh! Npph!' They
shook their head, a black bob-cut shaking around. 'You are in no
position to be making suggestions.'
Alexandria used just a single finger to trace downwards from their
navel, their stomach tensing up, a rictus that the woman couldn't control. When the claw reached below their hips, just
above the cleft of their pussy, they tried to twist away again, Alexandria
using her other hand to grab their throat. 'Time for you to
adjust to this - this is your new life now.
If you're a good girl, you might have a nice master. Or maybe you'll get a cruel owner? Your face does seem the sort that attracts punishment.' Sliding a claw between
wet lips produced a reaction, the wet cunt twitching and tensing around her
digit. The pussy-juice conducted the
electricity, the woman's gasps taking on a different tone as the stimulation
rushed through her. 'You see? The pain excites you, doesn't it? This is what you were made for. To be a dirty slut, to be used and hurt.' She could feel their pulse through her other
hand, their throat sucking in gulps of air.
Alexandria squeezed, just a little harder, making them fight for
breath. 'Refusing a collar was very rude
- if you had just accepted, then we wouldn't have to deal with this unpleasantness. So, are you willing to accept a collar now?' She pushed another
finger into their wet and ready cunt, the walls tightening around her digits,
being careful not to scrape their flesh - the woman's new owner would probably
want to use her immediately! 'Mphhh!' They gasped and
spluttered, their eyes unfocused. Alexandria pulled her fingers
out then slapped them across the face with enough face to turn their head,
reddening a cheek. 'Will you accept your
collar now? Or would you like me to play
with you a little more?' 'Yeph!
Collaph, pleaph!' She was
pleading, fat and hot tears rolling down her cheeks, leaving make-up smeared
lines going downwards. 'Good girl. See how much easier this is? Now, we did have a nice, neat collar for you,
but because you've been a silly bitch, we'll need to use something a little harsher,
won't we?' She snapped her fingers,
hearing the slight squeak of a wheeled cart getting closer. 'This has been
prepared, Mistress.' Alicia's voice was
close, slightly muffled by her surgical mask.
'There has been a request for some extra... additions as well. I'm sure that securing her agreement won't be
a problem.' Alicia's outfit shone
under the bright lights - sleek white latex that hugged her curves, a red cross
over one breast, surgical gloves on her hands, a few stray curls of red hair
escaping from beneath the little nurse's hat pinned onto her head. The sight of her made the subject whimper
again, trying to move away, without any more success than before. On the cart, along with spiked and cruel medical
implements, was a fat metal collar. Alexandria lifted it
up, feeling the weight of it - heavier even than a normal slave collar, it
would rub the neck and chafe the shoulders.
Whoever had acquired her definitely wanted her to know that she was owned! It took just a simple and swift motion to
place it against the woman's neck, snapping it shut, an internal lock clicking
shut. It was slightly too big, rubbing
the skin already, pressing down onto their shoulders. They shivered and whimpered, as Alexandria carefully
teased out a few stray strands of hair that had snagged themselves beneath the
metal. 'I have been requested
to make the fixture harder to remove.
Please stand aside, Mistress.' Alexandria moved
around behind the woman, enjoying watching Alicia at work. The latex nurse's outfit suited her well,
highlighting her curves, and she moved with swift efficiency. Alexandria grabbed the woman's head and
tilted it, turning the lock upwards, as Alicia took a small soldering iron and
a length of solder. Then she placed the dull
grey metal against the keyhole, before placing the tip of the soldering iron
against it. The metal swiftly melted,
oozing into the keyhole, locking it permanently, at least without a lot of
work. 'That should keep you
nice and secure. And you've even got a
name already.' There was a tag dangling
from the front of the collar - a simple metal disc, engraved with "cock-kisser". 'Maybe you'll be allowed something better, if
you do well?' Alexandria reached
around them, tapping a claw against their ballgag. The metal conducted the tingle, drawing out
another pained whimper. When Alexandria
held her finger there, the squeal got more acute, Alexandria holding their head
in place as they blubbered and whined, before releasing them. 'You be a good piece
of meat for the nurse, or I'll be back.
Do you understand?' There was a pained grunt,
which Alexandria took as assent, moving her hand away. Alicia was already applying disinfectant,
wiping it over their nipples, navel and pussy-lips, rings and studs ready to
implant into soft flesh. Well, that
should help keep them aware of their new place!
The woman seemed to have a lot of pride, especially for one in her
position. Alicia dipped her
head, her mask shifting slightly, probably hiding a smile. Despite her position, she did enjoy her role,
especially when she could use her training fully. She seemed to enjoy being punished as well,
her body receptive to Alexandria's whips and lashes. Alexandria gave her a soft tap on the shoulder,
green eyes bright, even as she reached out with a piercing needle, starting to
slide it into a nipple. Alexandria ignored the
whimper of pain, looking away from the newly-collared slave, towards the
audience. Set a safe distance away, just
in case of any bodily fluids or unpleasant noises, elegantly-set tables were
arranged so that the diners could watch the show as they ate, the food being
bought out by attractively-dressed staff - at the moment, the uniforms seemed
to be Chinese, with cheongsams for the women and silk trousers and shirts for
the men. The outfits were a little at
odds with the food, which was starkly British - roast beef, steamed vegetables
and gravy. One of the audience
was staring at her intently - a man a bit older than her, well-dressed and well-built,
wearing an expensive suit. She met his eyes
and smiled, walking towards him. When
she was close, he rose, pulling out a chair for her, sliding it in when she sat
down, before returning to his own seat.
She took the invitation, sitting down, watching as Alicia went about her
business, sliding a ring into a cunt-lip, pulling on the new piercing to reveal
the wet, pink folds of the newly-pierced slave. 'Excellent work! Not that you ever do anything but good
work. Watching you deal with those twins
was most stimulating - the way your whip danced over their flesh, before you
bent them over and tended to their backsides was impressive. Although I imagine they would be rather less complimentary?' 'It's likely they
haven't been ungagged yet, to be honest.
They were both rather... wilful, and it would take more than one good
beating to eliminate that. But I'm told
they are adjusting to their new life.
And, of course, they are punished or rewarded as a single entity.' 'Perhaps their owner might
bring them here to show them off? It
would be interesting to see how they've changed. And if they are any more obedient!' 'Yes, the scale of
improvement is always important to check.'
She noticed how his gaze looked over her body, and subtly shifted her
stance to better let him look - a black catsuit, custom fitted to show off her
body, with a corset around her waist to give her a wasp-waisted and wide-hipped
shape. Although the suit was high-necked,
her neck was bare, without a collar locked around it. 'I wasn't expecting you back for a few days,
William.' 'Business took less
time than expected. And I heard you were
putting a show on, so couldn't resist.'
He dapped at his lips with a serviette before smiling. 'After all, we are engaged, so I feel as
though I should watch your work.' Alexandria reached out
towards the bottle of wine in the centre of the table, noting the vintage (an
excellent, and expensive, one) before pouring herself a glass. 'Well, I'm glad you
were finished early. We don't spend
enough time together.' It had all
happened so fast - a wealthy businessman with a taste for the finer things in
life, and appreciative of her skills and interests, helping to procure her "subjects"
to play with, and occasional pampered daughters of the wealthy that needed disciplining. And he could be harsh with the submissives
himself, although that was no bad thing - a lot of the subs were lazy and
needed a taste of the lash to spur them into work! He was good looking, of course, with crisp
black hair with just a touch of styling product, a tailored suit close around
his broad shoulders, dark enough not to be ostentatious, but still showing the fine
tailoring and materials. She took a sip of the
wine, holding it in her mouth to savour it, letting it roll over her tongue
before swallowing it. 'Not much longer, my
dear.' He took the wine bottle back,
topping up his own glass, although he had the grace not to complain about her
taking some for himself - no skinflint, then. 'Just a few more days. I do hope you have arranged everything to be
pleasurable?' 'For one such as yourself,
the trouble of a swift arrangement will be worth it! And yes, although I don't want to let you know
any details, I'm sure it will be something you find enjoyable. And then the honeymoon - some fine dining, the
opera, and all the usual entertainments - and a few social events you can
attend as my guest. And perhaps the two
of us can find someone to entertain ourselves with?' Likely some cocktail
waitress or other pliant, foolish young lady.
But that was often entertaining by itself, and he was a pleasing
partner, who seemed to have few objections to her pleasures, as long as she
attended to his as well. As long as he
didn't become controlling or possessive! She looked at him, letting him see as her gaze
travelled over his body, taking in his clothing and his bearing. He didn't seem affronted or offended, simply
sitting there, secure in his position and wealth. 'I'm sure it will be pleasurable
for all involved.' Although Alicia kept trying
to warn her off him, but that was just simple jealousy - the way she moaned as
Alexandria's whip danced over her pale and tender skin was a delight, but the
woman needed to find some other play-partners.
He reached out and
took her hand. 'A few more days, and
then we can be joined. I'm sure you will
be a useful partner.' 'Likewise. I look forward to enjoying myself with you.' He smiled, despite his somewhat formal
words. As long as he didn't start
talking about wanting to get her pregnant again! That was non-negotiable - she didn't want
children! 'And don't worry about the wedding,
it will be entertaining for the both of us.' The dress was flowing and dark, whispering around her legs, long and lacey, teasing at her flesh beneath, elaborate patterns shaped into the sheer fabric. High stiletto heels and stockings added to the look - the attractive shape of her body was clearly displayed, but without being clearly visible, her waistline accentuated by a silver chain-belt, with a corset (scarcely needed) adding a touch of extra shape to her waist and pushing her breasts up, her decolletage well-displayed, lacey short sleeves on her shoulders. The necklace around her neck was tighter than she liked, metal links feeling far too close, and Alexandria had to keep resisting the urge to twist and tweak the thing, wanting to take it off. But William had insisted, draping the metal around her neck, the clasp snapping shut, a complicated twist of metal that she struggled to undo by herself. But the dress was magnificent - she turned to admire herself in the mirror, twisting to see how it flowed along the lines of her buttocks, teasing at the bare skin beneath, the only thing she was wearing underneath a thong. She twisted her thighs against each other, feeling warm inside, before taking a sip of water. Alicia approached with earrings in hand - simple wires of silver with a red stud on the top. She was dressed in formal maid's attire, the skirt falling to her ankles, although made of translucent gauze, showing off her stocking-clad legs and bare crotch. Her elbows were bound behind her back, limiting the mobility of her arms, but she was competent enough to serve as a maid of honor, helping Alexandria with her makeup and other preparations. Her lips were wrapped around a gag, a rubber ball with a cock on the inside, sealing her throat, the strap bearing a shiny padlock, making it impossible to remove. She grunted at Alexandria, incapable of speaking, her chin shiny with dribble, more having fallen over her breasts. Alexandria reached out and stroked Alicia's cheek, feeling the woman turn her head to rub against the hand. 'Don't worry, I'm sure I'll still have some time to play with you. Or perhaps you could become a house-maid? It would be nice to have someone to tend to the chores, and you do suit the outfit well.' 'Mmmphhh.' The cock in Alicia's throat made it impossible for her to speak properly, even by the standards of gag-speech, but she was making an attempt not to make to much mess or ruin Alexandria's clothing or hair. She made another sound, this one... frustrated? Or angry? Bright green eyes stared at Alexandria, followed by more grunting whines. 'Oh, don't complain. We'll still be able to have fun together. And with William's resources, I'll be able to access lots of lovely toys to use on you.' She reached out, stroking Alicia's breast through the thin top of her dress, her "apron" purely ornamental, staring into those wide green eyes, before teasing down the woman's body, reaching between her legs. Even through the sheer fabric, she could feel the warmth of their cunt, teasing it through the material, drawing out a long and wordless whine from Alicia's throat. 'Maybe even a collar for you? You're too precious to be left to your own devices, and if I don't claim you, then someone else might.' 'Mphhh... Grphhh, hphh!' Alicia nuzzled her again before grunting something, lips uselessly compressing against the gag-ball. 'Don't be jealous! And you don't need to worry yourself. William is a... little forceful, at times, but we have similar tastes.' 'Grphhh!' Alexandria reached around and pinched one of Alicia's buttocks, twisting the skin sharply, making Alicia wince in pain, while rubbing the woman's pussy with her other hand, making the dress rustle against their crotch. 'Don't be jealous now! Be a good girl and I might have you as a maid-servant. That dress certainly suits you.' She kept squeezing and twisting the ass-flesh. 'Now, my earrings.' She let go, Alicia sagging as the pain relented, her truncated arm reach meaning that Alexandria had to sit down in order to let the earrings be worn, the spikes sliding into her ears, chains dangling downwards, sliding over her neck as she turned her head. 'Excellent work, Alicia! You really are wasted as a nurse, when your calling is clearly that of a servant. Your neck would look far better with a collar locked around it, don't you think?' Alicia's look softened, although she was still making frustrated grunting noises as she fussed over Alexandria's hair, teasing it into place. 'Don't worry yourself. We have a honeymoon in Paris, and then I can schedule some fun with you.' A bell tolled out, echoing against stone, and Alexandria brushed Alicia away. 'My veil!' Alicia carefully lifted the thing off it's bust - shimmering black silk, thin enough to see through, with silver wires that needed winding around Alexandria's head, keeping it in place. It did limit her vision somewhat, but covered her eyes, giving her a commanding aspect, drawing attention to her lush and full lips. 'Good girl. Now, remember your place.' Alicia grunted her head, dipping her head in respect. That neck of hers really was begging for a collar, her pale skin to be bound behind metal or leather! And she marked up so wonderfully, just a few flicks of a crop or cane bringing up lovely red welts, to match her hair. But that would have to wait for later - she could feel nervous excitement settling through her body, her heart starting to accelerate, as she took a deep breath to settle herself, groping at Alicia to remind herself of her dominance and her place. She walked to the door, hearing Alicia walk behind her, squaring her shoulders and readying herself. Outside, there was a short passageway, the ancient flagstones making her heels click and clack, with a hall close ahead. The whole thing had been so fast, that she had left all the arrangements to William, but it was certainly a good attempt. It was an old church, the niches now filled with submissives, flesh sealed into black latex and bound about with golden rope, their faces hidden behind smooth and featureless masks, bent and contorted into painful-looking positions, but unable to struggle or complain. They were being used as light-features, with bulbs protruding from mouths or crotches, casting everything into a soft red haze. They made soft, wet moans, their mouths sufficiently plugged that they couldn't speak, the latex bound about them sufficiently tight that it showed their breathing, but their individuality was erased. At the far end of the hall, where the altar would have been, was a latex-wrapped nun, their habit shining black and white, tinged crimson by the low lights, all her flesh sealed away except her youthful face. And behind her, tied onto X-shaped crosses, were two women, stripped naked except for hoods, identical high ponytails of black shaking around as they twisted in their restraints, their breasts shaking. William was already waiting, in a well-cut suit, hair slicked back, cufflinks shining. He turned and smiled as he saw her, accompanied by a backing swell of lust-fueled groans and sighs, devices inside of the ornamental latex-slaves getting triggered. Alexandria made sure to slow her steps, wanting the full attention of those waiting in the pews - a collection of other masters and mistresses, all dressed in their finest, and a few fortunate submissives, their clothing scant and restrictive. She kept her shoulders back and straight, knowing how damn good she looked, feeling how the dress slid over her legs, kissing against her flesh, a warmth starting to coil within her. The wet mumbles of the bound submissives was a further spur to her excitement, helping to quell the nervousness inside of her, as she progressed down the aisle. The two captives on their x-crosses were still wriggling around, their chains adding another soft sound, before the nun turned and squeezed their breasts, hard enough to leave marks on the flesh, quelling their protests. She smiled at William, who gave her a courteous smile back, as the nun stepped away from her victims. This close, the shape of her youthful body was obvious, despite the swaddling latex, the habit clinging tightly to her body, her eyes bright and long-lashed, her lips full and red. The wedding ceremony seemed to pass in a blur, the nun going through the words with an easy grace, as rings were produced, a golden band sliding onto Alexandria's finger, and she pushed one onto William's finger in return. 'To cement your union, you may now bind those two penitents.' The submissives on the X-cross must not have had their hearing blocked, as they started to wriggle again, their hair flicking about. Even a belly-slap from the nun couldn't quell their behavior, thickly-gagged mumbles and groans sounding from beneath the latex hoods. Alexandria approached one, using her hand to grasp their chin and push it upwards, exposing a neck, ringed with a fat metal band without any sign of a keyhole. She pushed forward, sliding her hand against their throat, feeling their pulse beat, hot and strong, as they inhaled air in short bursts. With her other hand, she felt their breasts, cupping their warm skin, covered with a slight sheen of sweat, slow and gentle. They probably couldn't hear much, and it was too much trouble to shout at them, but a physical lesson should suffice. |