This is the second in the Madison series, please read the first chapter before beginning this one so you get the whole story! Thanks for reading!
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Henry cradled Madison in his arms and could not believe she was true. He really had his own slave. He simply could not wait to show her off to his friends, many of which had already come of age and had slaves of their own. The party would be a small gathering; he hated the thought of a large group of people that he had to greet and mingle with. Henry liked his tight knit group of friends and hoped that Madison would grow to like them as well and become friends with their slaves. He knew she too needed interaction with others besides him and it wasn't as if he was going to let those house slaves spend time with her, they weren't good enough for this little princess. Henry sighed as he moved his hand up to grasp her right breast. Such a perfect size, she fit so perfectly in his hands and her nipples, so perky even in the warm morning air. He took her nipple in between his fingers and gently rolled it back and forth. Madison shifted her weight and moaned, bringing her breast forward to meet his hand. In doing so she had shifted her ass to press right onto his throbbing cock. Lord she was so responsive to his touch; he couldn't wait to be inside her again. He slid his left hand down her slightly curved belly and found what he wanted; that perfect little nub in between those sweet thighs. He let his hand roam freely as he kissed the side of her neck
"Please," was all she said, wiggling in his arms. Henry pulled her closer to him and pushed her ass against him, a moan escaping his lips.
"Please what, little one? Tell me." He demanded, pushing his middle finger into her sweet dewy folds.
"Please stop, you can't do this," she said, trying to wiggle free.
"Now what is this sweetie? I thought you were quite comfortable in my arms yesterday, what changed?" he said pushing his finger in and out of her slowly fucking her with his finger. Madison arched forward, her body taking over.
"I cant do this you don't understand, you don't own me, I have to go home. Please...Please let me go!"
"Aw now that's not what your body is telling me, your body responds even as your mind rebels. We will fix that in time my little one."
He had to have her now, before the party. Waiting would be too much for him and he would end up taking her right there in front of everyone. He didn't want that, not yet anyway; she had to be ready before he would share her. Henry shifted in the bed, rolling on top of her, lifting his arms. Madison stared up at him, realizing what he was about to do.
"I mean it, no. I am going to go get dressed and you're going to get me home!" she said, darting off of the bed and starting for the door.
"Oh no you don't," Henry said grabbing her around the waist. He couldn't let this continue, his lust would have to wait, he had to punish her or never gain control over that rebellious mind she had for good this time. Ripping the towel from her, he pushed her over the bed so her feet rested on the floor. "Do. Not. Move." Henry walked around to the head of the bed, retrieving a strap from the middle of the bed, and some cuffs from the night stand drawer and attached them to the cord.
"Give me your hands," he said. Madison simply laid there, staring into his eyes. Now she was defying everything again. Rage ran through him like he had never experienced before. She would learn to behave one way or another, then he would work on her heart. Right now, he would have to beat that part of her that wished to be free. Make that will go away so she could see that this is where she will be, and that she was indeed his to do as he pleased. Grabbing her hands, he fastened them into the cuffs.
"You will obey me slave, one way or another," he said and began to slap her ass. Starting with one side; then the other, she made no noise, defiant still. Slowly he began to see her break; it started with little squeaks and then came the tears. Again and again he slapped, watching her reaction closely.
His relentlis hand hurt so badly that she began to sob uncontrollably, yet he didn't yield even one bit, he just kept on and on. After what seemed like hours, but only could have been a few minutes, she stopped crying. Her ass began to feel warm, each slap creating a heavy feeling in her pussy. NO she would not like this. What was wrong with her? It was depraved, wrong! Yet her body didn't listen. She began to lift her ass to him, greeting each slap with a moan, not of pain but of pleasure.
Yes, Henry thought, she was finally beginning to respond to his touch. He stopped hitting her ass, and began to massage it, bringing feeling back to the injured area. Madison moaned again, lifting her ass in greeting.
"You like that little one?" he asked, reaching down to her pussy, discovering that yes, indeed she did, for she was wet and ready for him. He couldn't wait any longer, he would have her now. He positioned his cock at her dewy entrance. "Mine" he said as he drove himself into her, "all mine." Grabbing her hips he fucked her furiously. Taking what has his, breaking down that barrier in her mind.
Madison had never been so turned on in her life, she was tied to a bed and being fucked harder then she had ever experienced. Her ass was warm and tingling from the assault he gave her, adding to the pressure building in her belly. She needed to cum, she thought and pushed back, grunting from the force of his thrusts.
Henry could feel she was close, her body clenching onto his cock. It was torture, he didn't know how much longer he would last, she was incredibly tight. He reached for the front of her, searching her mound for that little nub of pleasure and began to move in small circles.
"Cum for me little one," he said as she cried out, body convulsing around him. He could take it no more. With one last thrust he emptied himself into her. "You are mine little one, and the sooner you realize that the better. Your body knows its place; you just have to get that little idea a freedom out of that pretty little head of yours. Use it for something else, learn, read, go to school online if you wish but above all else Madison, you are to please me, serve me and you will be happy."
Madison would require more time getting ready for the party then he and he wanted everything perfect. He wanted her to feel how beautiful she was. He wanted her to feel at home. He wanted full submission from her that would create a wonderful sense of belonging and calm to her and his life would be full, for now. Eventually he would fill her womb with their child.
"Sorry little one but it is time to get ready to meet my friends. We will have more time together after the party. Most of the people that are coming have slaves of their own and you will spend time with them. I really hope you like them; I do not wish you to have a solitary life with just me to talk to. I understand the need for woman to interact with each other."
"Yes Sir," Madison said. He carried her to the massive bed in her room. She hated the thought of him leaving her; she felt very safe in his arms and never again wanted to leave them. How odd it was to feel that way when just days ago she thought herself a very independent person, and now, after what had just occurred. How could she be having such strong feelings for someone that put his hands on her? It had to be that the drugs still in her system. Tomorrow she would think a way out of this! It was against the law for Christ sakes, men just couldn't enslave woman cause they felt like it. Contract or no, it was against the law for a human being to be sold!
Henry saw a disturbing look cross his little ones face, and knew she was thinking about her situation. He had expected this, expected a bit of a fight to break her. He would, even if it took some time. She would be his forever; he had no doubt of that.
"I know what you are thinking little one. I wish you wouldn't, at least not tonight. We can talk tomorrow and you can tell me what's on your mind. Tonight however, you need to be on your best behavior, or you will be punished severely. This is an important night for me and you, do you understand?"
"Yes Master, I am sorry that I feel the way I do. I feel conflicted; however I shall do what you ask tonight. Thank you for being willing to listen." Madison said, head lowered looking at the floor. What could she do, ruin his night? A night she knew he had to be waiting for for some time now? NO, she could not, even if she was going to leave, she still had feelings for this man and did not want to disappoint him even if her feelings betrayed and confused her.
"You are welcome little one. Someone will be in to ready you later. I must go and take care of some loose ends I left at work." Kissing her forehead he rushed from the room to make sure everything was going as scheduled.
The house slave that helped her get ready was one she hadn't seen. She had long beautiful black hair down to her waist, soft chocolate eyes. Though she was a few inches taller than Madison she had a tiny frame. She wore what all of the house slaves were wearing that evening, a string bikini with a skirt reached just to the bottom of her ass, tied at the hip and left open down the side. The color matched the deep red suit she was wearing. She was very precise with her work, and very good. She finished quickly and stood Madison in front of a full length mirror.
Looking at herself, Madison could not believe what she saw. Her hair was done up in such a feminine way she herself could never had accomplished. It was a humid night; about eighty degrees and not one hair frizzed out of place. There was a pink flower in her hair that just screamed Hawaii. Madison loved it. She wore a black two piece bathing suit, though you wouldn't notice it at first, it had a tank top like look to it with boy shorts for bottoms. On top of that she wore a bright pink skirt that tied in a knot at her hip, left open down the side, ending at her ankles. Madison counted her blessings she wasn't in that string bikini; her body was just a little too curvy for it in her opinion. She wore no collar, which seemed strange but who was she to argue. On her ankles were matching anklets with tiny bell like balls all the way around, that made only the slightest of noise when she moved.
"OK I think we are done here. Master has stated that you sit on the floor instead of kneel on the fabric of your skirt; just put your knees to the side, hands in your lap and head lowered. He will be in shortly." The slave said, shutting the door behind her.
