Chapter 4

‘NO!’ a small part of Alexis’s brain cried out. ‘You’re better than this!’

‘No, I’m not,’ the rest of her replied. ‘I was born for this. I was made to be a sl... —’

‘Don’t say it! Don’t even think it. The more you use the word, the more it becomes true.’

‘But it’s so easy. So easy to give in ... to become his ... let him take me. To become his slave, his slut, his ... oh ... yes... ‘

Joseph just sat and watched, clearly enjoying Alex’s internal struggle. She noticed his attention, and tried to avoid thinking about how she must look. Naked, gleaming with sweat, standing in front of her mas ... in front of a man. A man. A man was looking at her body.

Without even consciously realizing she was doing it, Alexis made sure that Joe had the best possible angle of her perky breasts, her shaved cunt ... if she could have, she would have let him see her ass at the same time. Her body was made for his approval ... she loved being looked at.

As if in response to her slight motion, Joseph snapped his fingers, and suddenly a woman appeared behind her, with flesh as bare as her own. Though she didn’t have a clue who the other woman was, Alexis recognized her immediately—not for who she was, but for what she was.

She was a slave. Just like Alexis, she was a slave, a slut, a naked servant, here only to serve a man’s will. It was as if her mast—... ‘Don’t call him that. Call him Joe.’

It was as if Joe was so alpha that he could snap his fingers and have naked slave-sluts appear out of nowhere.

The woman standing behind her reached out, and put a chloroform soaked rag near Alexis’s mouth—she could smell it, even as it stopped just a few inches from knocking her out. The other slave stared at their master for approval, but Joe just shook his head.

“Not yet,” he said, standing up and moving toward Alexis.

‘I should move,’ she told herself. ‘I should run ... shouldn’t I?’

She didn’t move. Until she was given permission, she knew she wasn’t going anywhere. She was trapped—not physically, but until commanded, she knew that she couldn’t do anything. She had to obey ... her whole purpose was to obey.

‘No! Don’t think like that!’ the voice continued to cry, but the sound was getting smaller, and only the words ‘don’t think’ echoed in her mind ... When Joe spoke to her, his voice was so powerful and important that it drowned out all other sound.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” he asked, and she was forced to nod. All the voices were gone now—all language was gone, and Alexis was only able to obey her hungry pussy, and the man who controlled it ... and her.

“You’ve been mine for months,” he continued, and it wasn’t a question, so she just stood still and listened. His words rolled over her, through her body, every sensation culminating at the needy, increasingly wet spot between her legs. It was crying for attention, and she wanted to reach down and touch herself, but she couldn’t, not yet. Not until she was told.

“What was your plan? Come here and fight me?”

Again she nodded, though it was a struggle—any movement felt like it could be the straw to break the camel’s back. Her nether regions were throbbing now, positively screaming to be touched. She was shaking with need, shivering with lust—every inch of her, every bone in her body wanted to throw herself down in front of Joseph, beg to be taken and used like the slut-slave that she was.

“You found my messages in the suit—clever. You even erased it—cleverer still. But it was too late, my little toy...”

Toy. Toy. She was a toy. Nothing but a plaything. She wasn’t even human any more. She wasn’t even a person ... she was just a toy. A toy to be played with, to be used and thrown away. She was a toy, but he still wasn’t playing with her. Why wasn’t he playing with his toy?

The thought was immediately slapped down by a bigger, stronger thought: It is not your place to question your master.

The new thought was right. She wasn’t here for her pleasure, but for his. She was only here to be played with. She was toy now, and Master would play with her when he wanted to.

“Look at you. The truth is, your real plan was to come into my domain, and strip for me,” his words were punctuated by a mewl of pleasure from his other slave. “Even when you thought you were being clever, you were nothing but a slut, thinking with her pussy.”

As if it knew he had mentioned it, her pussy reacted—slut felt like there was a fire between her legs, and only one thing that could put it out.

“And now here you are. It was all so easy...”

Joe paused, and just watched as Alexis trembled, her mind racing. Master had two women standing in front of him. No, not women ... toys. Slut-slaves. That was all she was, and that was all her sister-slut was as well.

Without moving at all, Alexis’s attention was drawn to the naked girl beside her. She was larger than Alexis, curvier, but the similarities were obvious. They were both women in peak sexual condition. They were both completely hairless from the neck down, perfectly groomed, just the way their master wanted.

And as her eyes flickered down to her sister-slut’s legs, she saw that the naked girl was just as aroused as Alexis was. She was positively dripping.

“I’m your master now. Even when you were trying to fight against me, you knew your place. Even as you tried to punish me for freeing you, trying to stop me from letting you do what you’re meant to do, what every woman’s meant to do ... a part of you knew that you’d end up serving me. And so you came into my house, and stripped for your master. Didn’t you, slut?”

“Yes,” Alexis said, her voice a high-pitched whimper. “Yes, sir.”

She wanted to say so much more. She wanted to beg, she wanted to urge Sir to use her, to put his cock inside whichever of her holes he pleased. She hated him, but he was a man—her master—and she wanted to serve him.

Joe nodded slightly, and Alexis was confused. She wanted to obey his every slightest command, but slut didn’t know how to do it. Was he granting her permission to supplicate to him, to present her body for his pleasure and approval?

She hesitated, and in that time it became obvious what the nod meant. Joe’s other slave dropped the chloroform soaked pad, stepped forward, wrapped her arms around Alexis, and pulled their bodies together.

Alexis melted into the embrace, and when the woman’s mouth met hers, eagerly parted her lips to allow the stranger’s soft tongue to explore her mouth. Before long, she was tentatively returning the kiss, tasting the lips, the tongue, the teeth, the mouth of the woman she’d never met before...

It wasn’t long before her body took over, and her cravings steered her actions. She’d wanted to be touched, and here was someone perfectly willing to do the touching.

Alexis had only been with a woman before once—one of Kerri’s friends after a very weird night. But then there’d been a bunch of booze, and she’d woke up in the morning covered in lipstick and tangled in legs and reeking of female sexual fulfillment. That special lipstick from that sex club. In this moment, she’d gotten flashes back to that drugged haze of sapphic sexual bliss. Moving on instinct she focused on giving her new slave companion exactly the treatment she wanted to be given. She reached down between her legs, enjoying the smoothness of the slut’s shaved pussy, and explored the wetness that she was presented with.

Soon her new partner followed suit. Alexis gasped with pleasure as the slave’s experienced hand slipped between her legs, massaging her clit and slowly pumping one, two, and then three fingers in and out of her needy slit.