This has chapters in several different categories, though mostly BDSM, Non-consent, Group and Lesbian. I highly recommend reading in order. As always, please let me know what you think
DemoonKatjie
Returning to the compound was much more of a task than she realized, apparently it was easier to leave than it was to arrive. It didn't help that they made her nearly comatose with medications so as not to know where exactly she was going. Nika stumbled as she grew more mentally awake walking out of the air conditioning and into the dense heat of the lower hemisphere.
The long and bumpy car ride into the forests and up the mountains into the cooler tropic scenery explained why the compound was so comfortable. She watched the land go by as they drove past natives walking along the side in the dust. She wondered what their lives were like. Wondered what her life would have been like if she hadn't been brought here in the first place.
Would she still be where she was, watching her life through someone else's eyes. Walking, talking, but mostly not really connecting. Not a single true and close friend, no lover, no mate. Here she had more lovers than she knew what to do with; luckily it wasn't up to her what she did with them so their numbers didn't really matter. She had what she considered three mates. Two of which she'd been with, but she could tell the third wasn't going to be much longer. She had over heard enough gossip of the attendants and guards to know that since day one, she was truly being trained for him. Not the wealthy and elite, not the politically powerful or the play boys of today, but him, her Master.
As they arrived through the rear entrance of the compound Nika saw the lake to her left where Michael had gotten her in so much trouble. As far as she was concerned he was going to pay for the pain in the ass that he quite literally had become. Since the punishment, Michael had been given her as a reward twice. Time seems to fly by in ways one can't imagine when your life is something that deep down you know is what you needed.
One day your walking down an alley to catch a bus, the next your in the passenger seat of a jeep in some South American country after having been turned in to a professional submissive and/or slut -depending on the guest-. Nika sighed and opened the door when the vehicle came to a rocking stop. One of the guards removed her bag from the rear compartment and took it inside of the doors handing the bag to an attendant. Nika walked up the steps to the patio, her mind lost on the image of her nightmare sitting in that cold sterile room.
"Nika," Sir's voice broke through her thoughts, she whipped around to look at him, "Return to your rooms."
The girl nodded and entered the building. Up the many stairs and down the hall to her door, entering the main room she stretched her arms over her head, found her bag by the door and emptied it in the bedroom. Nika leaned on the iron balcony, watching the last few rays of light disappear behind the tree tops, finding solace in the breeze and in the gentle way the sounds of the forest slowly slid over her.
She didn't turn at the sound of her door opening. No one would be stupid enough to enter who didn't have permission, not even Michael was that brave. The soft treads told her what she needed to know. Only Sir had that calm, lazy walk that gave nearly no sound on her plush carpets. She turned and knelt, her chin lowered, her eyes on his shoes.
Sir's hand caressed her cheek, leisurely sliding up over her ear, temple and in to her hair. She closed her eyes and took in the sensations. She loved her submissive side, she had known about it back at home, had been in the BDSM lifestyle for years, it was why the transition hadn't been as bad for her as the other girls, but being here. In this place, where she didn't have to pretend the ability to be in control, where she didn't have to worry about anything but her Master and Sir, she was in her home. She was safe, she was cared for, she was home.
Nika sighed as his hand back tracked down to her chin, his finger tip running over her lower lip. Her mouth parted and her breath gently drifted over the skin of his hand. He stepped back to the edge of the bed and sat, patting his knee. Nika slowly crawled the short space to his side where she helped him to remove his shoes and socks. Running her hand up the inside of his thigh she followed the seam of his slacks to his belt buckle which opened and removed. Sir leaned forward and kissed the top her head, so light she wouldn't have noticed if not for him wrapping his arm around the back of her neck to hold her still.
He sat there in his shirt with the top buttons undone, his slacks, the belt gone. She admired the look of natural ease in his frame that he always carried, especially here in her room, on her bed. Nika rose to her knees and undid the buttons, working her way to the bottom, pulling the last of the shirt from the pants. He stood, forcing her to fall back. She didn't move from her spot though, just fell back to her heals as she knew he preferred. As he took off his shirt her cheek rested on the inside of his left thigh, the bridge of her nose briefly glancing the underside of his already hard member.