Chapter 2

Dan didn't take long to get his new slave Kerry into his house, thankful that she had offered herself to him as his property, whereas before she was only a barkeep. She adored him and serving him, being a chattel, it was such a relief for her. There was so much less about which to worry now. All that she had to do was serve him and obey his commands. All other matters would be taken care of by her wonderful new Master.

For Dan, of course, it was truly glorious to claim this lively, drop-dead gorgeous and highly intelligent young woman. She would make a wonderful first slave, though he had others to claim, too, and he wasn't too sure that Celia would see reason quickly ... then again, how many choices did she have? It wasn't as if men would be in a hurry to help her out, given her tendency to be selfish and vain, not to mention expensive. She would probably be pretty desperate by now, he assumed, if she weren't already a slave.

"Penny for your thoughts, Master, if I had one to my name, that is," Kerry asked Dan, as she poured some drinks for him that night when they were alone.

"Well, my dear, I was thinking of my plan to enslave my ex, you see. I do hope to see her in thrall to me ... serving me. Bear in mind that you will permanently outrank her, if for no other reason than that you can be trusted more. Any thoughts on that, my sweet Kerry?" Dan inquired, curious as to what she thought of the whole thing.

"Personally, I want to scratch her eyes out, but I'll settle for humiliating her and dominating her under your direction, Master. Anyone who treats you with such disrespect deserves no better. I look forward to seeing her utterly abased as she has done or tried to do to you and probably others in her self-centered life. Seems to me that her ex, Brandy, has more than earned some punishment as well, if you ask me. Didn't she instigate Celia to try what she did? I would say that she's guilty, too, right?" Kerry pointed something with which Dan found himself in complete agreement.

"Well, you're no dummy, that's for sure. You have quite the deliciously devious mind there. It actually turns me on a bit, truth be told, and I'm good for at least one more round tonight. How about you tell me all about some of your kinky, nasty ideas for Celia and Brandy while I fuck the holy hell out of you, hon?" Dan grinned as he heard Kerry's delightful suggestions.

"Your wish is my command, of course," Kerry giggled as she lay across my ottoman and spread her cheeks to encourage Dan's fantasy of fucking her ass.

"What happened to slow, easy, and gentle?" Dan teased Kerry a bit, but while she blushed, she also raised her butt a little more to make her intentions clear.

"If I'm going to give you a better idea of my intentions for Celia and Brandy, it will help if you're a bit rougher than I first proposed. Plenty of lube, please, though. I can take it hard and deep, but it is going to hurt. I don't mind that. I just don't want my asshole ripped wide open in the process," Kerry explained as she blew a kiss at Dan.

It took a couple of tense, awkward minutes to get every inch of Dan's fine cock inside his new slave, not to mention that he gave Kerry time to adjust to the full hardness of his dick inside her puckered, no longer cherry hole. Even so, once he began moving actively, Kerry became increasingly wet from the realization that she was completely surrendering every part of her body to her new owner. She belonged to Dan now in every sense of the term that mattered. She had willingly yielded her virgin bottom to her Master ... her wonderful Dan, with whom she was already, surprisingly feeling some rather intense emotions.

"Damn, Kerry, you're really quite the submissive slut, aren't you?" Dan reacted to the eagerness with which his new slave gave up the booty to him...

"Oh, hell, yes! I'm yours! I'm your slut, Master!" she declared happily.

Kerry was so extremely tight and hot as she thrust back at him for the sheer delight of serving him and taking him in her most intimate hole. He pushed and shoved as she moved her hips in concert with him, determined to please and satisfy her Master. Kerry wanted it to be abundantly clear that she adored her Master ... Dan was not just any man to her. She belonged to him, heart, body, and soul.

This realization was finally what it took for Kerry to cum during the act of buggery, at which point she tightened up hard on Dan's dick, forcing him to react. He came with a reasonable load into Kerry's backdoor, filling her sphincter with his creamy fluids. Dan then pulled her up and started kissing her deeply on the mouth. Kerry reacted with more passion than expected from a slave, but then she had gladly become his property, hadn't she? Clearly, she enjoyed belonging to him and having him use her as he wished.

"Thank you, Master. That was ... outstanding. Not that you need my approval, of course. Just wanted you to know much I enjoyed giving you my cherry ass. It hurt, true, but it felt terrific to fully be yours in a way that I've never been any other man's. Are you sure that you aren't on Star Trek, because you've boldly gone where no man has gone before?" Kerry teased him a bit.

"Just for that," Dan playfully spanked her freshly fucked tush as he led her to the shower, grabbing her buns as they walked to it in the buff.

Celia Finch was indeed more than a little desperate by now. Her debts had reached a point that she now crashed at her friend Tanya's, as she had been evicted and still owed her former landlords more than a thousand dollars. She was recently fired for absenteeism due to having been jailed for violating the restraining orders against her, and on top of that, she still owed the bail bondsman. Tanya hinted strongly about her getting a job soon, though, as Tanya's own finances were less than stellar. She badly needed another income, since Celia was threatening to eat her out of house and home, and hadn't even been in the mood to resume their occasional sexual play as at times before. Worse still, with her criminal record, Celia's chances of employment were lessened, to put it mildly. Tanya had only taken Celia in with the intention of becoming lovers, but those hopes had quickly been dashed, which was not good, since Tanya was the only thing keeping her out of bondage.

Things came to a head on the Friday evening following Kerry's enslavement by Dan. Celia was watching her favorite soap opera when Tanya burst into the apartment, crying and furious. She carried a notice from the front door ... from the front office, in fact. Tanya's crashing had been noticed, due to not being careful enough, especially with the bitter fights, and now the landlords began eviction proceedings due to a breach of the lease. Unofficially, it was clear that the main reason was that the drama between Tanya and Celia disturbed their neighbors and that was something that the management didn't like. Even so, they were now both going to be homeless and they had only five days to leave. Where in the world could they go?

"This is your fault, Celia. You put me in this mess. I was just trying to help you out. No good deed goes unpunished, I guess," Tanya asserted.

"Bullshit. You wanted back into my panties. Think that you weren't transparent from day one? I just used that to stick around, strung you out to milk you for the free room and board. I do feel a little bad about it, but, hey, I'm not the sort of person who does well entirely on her own. I need to live off others. It's just how I am. But you're right. I do owe you and we both need out of this mess. There's really only person to whom we can turn, though I've put this off until I had no other choice. My ex, Dan. Oh, God, he's gonna love owning me! It's gonna suck some serious ass, as I suspect so are we, but it beats being on the street.

"You know the law. Vagrants are automatically enslaved in this state if they don't find homes within ninety days and there is talk of making it sixty days. We'd be slaves either way and miserable in the meantime. Might as well belong to a good guy like Dan. I have to warn you, though. He likes anal. He's gonna want to butt-fuck us both. I refused him before and even tricked him into letting me peg him ... God, that was a delicious prank, but he won't have to take no for an answer and I'm going to have to pay for what I did before. It was still worth it. I always knew that someday I'd have to pay for what I did, so I figured why not enjoy myself fully in the meantime, right?" Celia suggested.

"Is Dan white or black?" Tanya wondered ... as an African-American woman, it was rather touchy for her.

"White. Italian, actually. Why does it matter? Daniel Orsini. Great guy, just mellow on the surface, but capable of being a real prick when you try to push him around, as I've found out the hard way. He's such a bastard, but, hey, his family were Roman aristocrats and fucked around with popes. I guess that I shouldn't have thought that I'd do better than the Vatican at beating them," Celia shook her head at her own stupidity, "I have to admit that he has defeated me. He won. That damn Italian SOB has won! I'm crawling back to him on my hands and knees, so he has won, damn him!"

Tanya got an idea in her head and asked Celia, "What's his number or address?"

"Here it is. You want to handle the details? Thanks. It will reduce my humiliation, I think," Celia acted relieved.

Tanya fought back a smirk at the idea that now came to her. Celia had a number of secrets and friends, things and people that might be useful to Dan. What if, instead of selling herself to be a slave, which would be only a last resort for her, she managed to get a reward from Dan? Would he pay up? Would he be so gratified to get payback that he'd give her enough to stay afloat? It was worth a try, right? At this point, it wasn't betrayal ... it was revenge of her own and survival. Celia had strung her along and ruined her life. She would get some of her own back, and ideally stay free in the process.

Tanya didn't call Dan so much as drive to his place and knock on his door. She needed to make her plans with him in private, away from Celia's ears. She wanted Celia completely thrown off guard by this. If this worked, not only would her ancestors have reason to be proud of her for avoiding a return to shackles, but she would be able to teach that evil ice queen a very hard lesson about entitlement and privilege. Payback was going to be a bitch, and both Dan and she had a common enemy in Celia. Tanya no longer considered that cunt her friend, not after what she did ... ungrateful, heartless bitch!

"So, let me get this straight ... Celia wants to be my slave and you're offering to sell her out to me. Why pay you to get what she's offering me already?" Dan was skeptical at first, though he had to admit that he liked Tanya's brass, among other things.

"Because I know a lot of her secrets and perhaps can help you get your hands on some of her partners or former partners. I understand that they weren't very nice to you, from what I gather. No guarantees, but it's a possibility. Also, if it helps ... I can offer you some services now and then. Just not as a slave, you see. We begin, we have our session, and we end. I don't want to betray my ancestors by returning to bondage. It's a touchy subject for me," Tanya explained while flashing him just a little of her pussy through her open thighs.

"Sessions, plural. In which you do as I ask, not as a slave, but as an assistant. There's a difference. Oh, and by assistant, I mean at least partly in helping train Celia to serve me properly. Meaning that you'll top as much as you'll bottom," Dan proposed.

"Can I make her eat me out, rim my ass?" Tanya wondered now, intrigued by the idea, which had its appeal.

"Oh, yes. On top of the hundred grand that I'll deposit in your bank account, which should be enough to buy at least some land or a house somewhere, free and clear if you buy foreclosed homes at auction," Dan suggested.

"Make it a quarter million and you got your girl," Tanya saw her opening.

"Deal, but for that money, I also want some amateur porn made and to go 'round the world at least once," Dan insisted, "and a turn for my brother as well."

"God, yes! Now, how do we play this so that she doesn't suspect until the last second?" Tanya drooled at the idea now, including (to her surprise) the idea of being fucked by brothers ... maybe she could get a DP out of this.

"Simple. We make her think that you're already my slave. That will throw off her suspicions. Once she has signed up for the life of bondage, it will be too late. No law against deception of that sort, at least not yet," Dan chuckled now.

"Yeah, no backing out of that, is there? How about I call her from here, asking her to bring my stuff over? That will reinforce the idea that I'm your slave by now. If you're fucking me when she arrives, she'll be convinced entirely of the truthfulness of my claim. Especially if you're in my ass. She'll be sure of it then, since she seems certain that no woman would gladly submit to anal. Little does she know that I love it," Tanya intimated to Dan before calling Celia briefly and telling her, "Hey, girlfriend, it's in the bag if you're ready. Gotta go ... Master needs me to service him."