To Be Owned Ch 02

Loretta

2.5 years ago, Yellow Fern Medical center.

They are cutting me again, jagged long strips across my arms and back. They are testing to see if physical pain will push me into a seizure while I'm on this new medication. What they don't seem to notice is that after years of this I don't feel anything at all.

My mind goes off to its own place, far away. In my mind I'm on a beach I seen on a poster. I've never felt sand between my toes, well not that I can remember. The only tangible thing I remember now is this place, life before a blur. This endless dark, the endless poking and prodding, them using my body against me.

The whispered name in the dark, is it mine? Or is it her's the shadow of a woman I see. Flickering about in the recesses of my brain. Tiny, graceful and so very worried all the time.

Worried over me, over what will become of me, I wish she wouldn't. There are far better things for her to waste her time on... My life is already gone, the day I was given to this facility.

Medical research they say. My sacrifices make life easier for others to live, I should be proud that my waste life makes others worth living.

I can't help the resentment that burns in my stomach, what about me? What about my life?

That voice again, the pain taken away, I'm free she tells me, free as long as I hide from the world.

Today

It has been 4 months and 3 days since Miki found me cowering under his stairs. Life is peaceful, I've settled into a routine of sorts. Miki makes me breakfast every day, followed by question time, then I dance for hours, I practice every style I can find videos on, then he leaves and I read while he's gone but he always comes back in a few hours, true to his word every day he brings me a new book I shyly giggle over and take. Lately, the books have been getting increasingly naughtier. The last one describes a woman being spanked and fingered while other men watched. I read that part a few times. My face bright red, my hands shaking, my breath panting and a pool of wetness forming between my legs.

I like to pretend the books he brings describe what he would like to do to me. I see him when I read them, it's me and him. I really don't think he does, to be honest, I don't think he has read any of them or even thinks of me that way. Besides Miki is always the gentleman. Never touching me unless I touch him first. Always keeping his eyes on my face.

Sighing to myself as I sit and wonder what he would do if I walked into his office naked right now? He probably wouldn't even notice, or just tell me I would catch a cold. He doesn't see that I want him, that I want his attention more than I want any silly books. He is real, so close to me but still so far away.

I wish I was like the other women, the ones who come here after dark, dressed in pretty shinny dresses, high heels and beautiful makeup, so carefree and happy. I sit in my window seat and watch them all arrive night after night. Beautiful glittery butterfly's. Miki asked me to stay in my room after dark, he says it's for my own protection. That I might see something that I won't understand.

I'm not stupid, I've seen enough before he found me that night, I watched and listened from the shadows. I know this place isn't what it seems from the outside. Plus my room might be far away from the main bar but the dungeon is directly below me, I hear the screams and moans of pleasure every night. I feel the thump of my own jealous heart as I wonder if he has a pretty butterfly of his own he makes moan that way and knowing it will probably never be me. I'm to damage to look at, to broken to fix. Too dark to love.

Seth has become a stead friend, he doesn't ask questions he just offers help and affection, comradeships and laughs. He brings me clothes, food and teddy bears. I think he understands my hidden frustrations, my lack of self-worth as much as anyone ever could. I've seen the same look on his face when he looks at Miki sometimes. He loves him too. What a pair we make, a love-struck mute and a harden criminal both wanting someone who will never notice us. Sometimes I wish I felt the same deep yearning for Seth that I do for Miki, it would make life so much simpler. He is as attractive as he is different, he's as dark as Miki is light, he's open and free with his words, giving me compliments and touching me often. It just doesn't burn my skin the same as Miki's hands do.

Sighing, I stand to my feet tugging my skirt back into place, I decided that today is not a day to be caught up on my own feelings, I will practice my cooking instead, I've been watching cooking shows a lot. I'm set on proving to myself I'm capable of living a normal life. Today's experiment is a chocolate cream cake. It's supposed to be a simple recipe even a child can make. Hopefully, I won't mess up too bad.

I mix the cake batter and place the tray in the oven and start to prepare the cream filling dumping everything into a mixer ready. Dancing around to the music blaring from my headphones I don't notice the eyes on me as I sway. Lost in the music my heart light and free even if it's only for a moment.

I pull the tray out a poke a tiny hole with my knife, still bent over my skirt slipping around my hips, it's just a little bit too big, it pulls down when I bend over flashing the band of my yellow panties. Still, with one hand on the knife, I reach back trying to adjust it and humming out a breath of frustration. Cakes still not done. Gah.

Time for the filling still swaying my hips to the music I turn to switch the mixer on and get the fright of my life at seeing Miki leaning against the kitchen bench watching me with a mixed look, amusement and something else? Something dark and forbidden? Is it lust in his eyes?

My lips part in my shock, my fingers jerk on the dial. One slip and the cream is flying out of the bowl, covering my face and chest, splashing me, still liquid and runny, dripping down my chin in what has to be an obscene way.

My face red, fingers clenching and unclenching in shock I pause, frozen in place.

The look on his face is priceless, that dark burning heat, blazing a trail of lust across my lips and chin, the image in my mind of him licking me clean, lapping all the spilt cream of my face has me shifting from foot to foot. I slowly reach up and pull the headphones from my ears.

"If you wanted a facial princess, there are a lot of better ways to go about it." He says with a dark chuckle as he walks towards me.

I take a slight step back from him, pressing my back against the fridge, still in shock, my nipples harden as he follows the wet trails of white cream dripping down my top with his eyes, soaking it, making the dark fabric cling to my skin like a second skin. My knees start to quiver the closer he gets.

Stopping right in front of me he reaches two fingers up, sliding them down my cheek, across my lips, over my chin and down my neck, stopping just before my cleavage, scooping up the cream on his fingertips. Bringing it to eye level, showing me the mess he gathered off me, tilting his head and grinning before popping his fingers in his mouth and sucking. He moans, I moan, I can't help it, I've never seen something so raw and sexual, this man who saved me, who cares for me, who turns me on in the dark of night in the safety of my own bed just licked cream off his fingers that was on me.

"Sweet, mmm very sweet. But somehow I know it will taste even better the second time around." he murmured.

Shaking with my hands gripping at the wall behind me I wait, please don't let him stop, please don't let this be the last of this moment. I freeze in place my breath catching in my throat as his fingers reach for my face, trailing the same path over the opposite cheek, across my lips and down my chin, this time not stopping, this time dipping into my cleavage and tucking between my breast, my back arches, thrusting my them at him, small but firm with pointy aching nipples standing out under my thin top, I hadn't bothered with a bra today.

He chuckles again, lifting his fingers to my face to show me the mess, I can't help what happens next, my body has a mind of its own, as I lean forward our eyes lock, my lips parting, I suck his fingers deep into my mouth. My tongue flicks out, running up the length of one and down the other, gathering every spot of cream. Moaning at the taste of sweetness blended with the taste of him, raw and male.

We both pause in the moment me sucking his fingers, him watching my mouth work on him. Him groaning, me moaning. It seems like we held the position forever.

He breaks the quite. "Do you want this Retta? Do you really want this with me? Because once I start I won't stop."

My face flaming, still standing with his fingers in my mouth, still licking and sucking I moan again, nodding my head. I want this my eyes plead.

With a harsh grunt, he's on me, my hands are yanked above my head, held in place, his other hand is lifting me urging me to wrap my legs around his waist. Jerking my hips forward so the wetness of my drenched panties collides with the hardness of him, the layers of clothes separating us don't matter, I can feel him burning me with every rub.

"I'm going to fuck you Retta, deep and hard, but not against a wall. I'm going to take you to bed and worship every inch of your body." He whispers against my lips, his words taking me higher, the feel of him wrapped around me, pressing me hard into the wall. The length of him grinding against my clit almost forcing me over the edge. I'm walking a wire, strung out and needing a fix of my new favourite drug, him.

The tip of his tongue flicks out across my lips, seeking permission, seeking entrance I freely offer. Moaning I suck his tongue, I rock against him, I'm so close, my body so tight, so sensitive.

He pulls away from our kiss and whispers the words that send me flying to my release. "Come for me, princess." Its all he needed to say, that soft command has me screaming out my release, my wrist still pinned against the wall above my head, my legs clamping around his waist, my eyes wide and lips parted.

"Good girl." He sates with a kiss to my lips. Pulling me away from the wall me still wrapped tightly around him, he starts to walk me backwards to the bedroom.

When the shriek of the fire alarm is set off.

My head pounds and my body stiffens in that same horrible way, my world spins, my vision hazy. My body starts to jerk and spasm as I lose conciseness, my face screws up in self disgust.

Miki

She starts to tremble and shake in my arms, her body going stiff and unrelenting, a seizure warps her bodies movements, jerking her arms and legs in illogical spams. I carry my small bundle to the bed placing her in the middle of her side. Feeling full responsibility for the current torture her body and mind must be going through. Seth deals with the alarm and burnt cake as I sit beside her holding her hand. Waiting for her to come back to me after her gruelling episode.

I just couldn't help myself, watching her wiggle around, that flash of yellow, the strip just above her cheeks. He hips swaying enchanted me, she caught me in her spell. I sank so far I forgot all the pain she's had in her life and just wanted to offer her pleasure.

A few dirty words I promised myself, a few not so innocent touches and I would leave it at that. Then she sucked the cream off my fingers like it was the only thing in her life she needed and I was lost, lost to myself control. She came so beautifully against me, legs squeezing me tight, big eyes looking at me in shock and awe, sweet little lips parted on a wail that will haunt me for the rest of my life.

I should have taken more care with her, eased her slowly into pleasure, nearly fucking her was a mistake. One I won't make again. I can't mess her up any more than she already is. I'm supposed to protect her, not take out my own sexual depravity the same as others did to her in the past. I won't let myself use her as they did.

Life has been too hard for her, she shouldn't have to worry about fighting off advances from a depraved sicko like me. It's for the best I keep telling myself. Even if doing the right thing feels like it will eat a hole in my stomach.

I can't offer her feelings and emotions, I lost them with my wife, well I thought I did. That little stir I feel around her is just affection and protection, I tell myself.

As she starts to stir I straighten my face, putting a cold wall between myself and her.

I look down as her dark lashes flutter, schooling myself tightly.

"Are you OK?" I ask softly at her nod I help her sit up. "I have a few things I need to say." Pausing I rub my lips, the taste of her kiss still lingering. "What happened in the kitchen was wrong, it won't happen again. I'm not right for you Retta."

I look into her eyes and catch every second of pain and anguish that flashes across her face before she ducks her head. No matter how much I want to beg her to forget my words, tell her I didn't mean them the damage is already done. It's for the best I tell myself. She needs better than me.

Standing to my feet I look down at her once more. "The doctor is coming to see you in the morning, her name is Melissa and I trust her. She won't hurt you."

She grunts a little noise as the only acknowledgment I will get. I walk over to the office and let myself in. Feeling lost in my own thoughts of how much I've hurt her.

Loretta

I sat in the dark long after he left, sobs quietly flowing and tears streaming a pattern over my still sticky skin. He rejected me, turned what we had into something dirty and shameful. Left me feeling more used than before. I know he doesn't love me, Seth told me about his wife, but he didn't have to be so awful about it. I knew whatever we would have had wouldn't have lasted. But I didn't expect it to be over so fast.

I tell myself I'm fine with it, I'm OK with him not wanting me, but deep down it's all just lies and my little happy bubble has been burst at least before I lived with anticipation of what could happen now I'll live with regrets of what never will.

Signing I shower and climb into bed naked, modesty lost, it's not like anyone else will notice now. I lay down on my back and imagine his hands on me, his cock parting my pussy, pressing inside me firm and deep making me his, my own fingers wandering rubbing and touching, pinching my nipples, flicking my clit, dipping inside my wetness. Making myself cum with his name on my lips as I drift off to sleep.

*****

It's been weeks since our moment in the kitchen and things are tense and strained, between everyone even my new friend Melissa feels the vibe in the air, but besides mentioning it once she hasn't brought it up again. Miki snaps at everyone and Seth grunts. They are both in the same filthy moods most days now.

Melissa, on the other hand, is light and happy, she doesn't look at me with pity, she doesn't criticize me for not knowing about makeup and fashion, instead, she's helped me, helped me pick out clothes and make-up styles that suit me... In fact tonight she's helping me get ready for a charity masquerade ball upstairs. I'm planning on sneaking into the ball and entering a bordello dance competition. The ball is for children suffering from epilepsy, a new charity Miki has picked up according to Seth.

Melissa is unsure about the whole idea, Seth, on the other hand, is all for it. He happens to be one of the judges, and he thinks I'm one of the best dancer he's seen. Besides the prize is way too important to miss out on. The flyer he gave me a week ago says its a private date night in Miki's dungeon with his truly. I can't stand the thought of anyone else getting to spend that private time with him. I have to do this.

I place some glittered purple love heart stickers over my nipples and slide my body stocking on, it's an off the shoulders style that covers me from my hands to my feet. I hand sewed it myself wanting it to fit perfectly. To hide my scars but give the illusion of naked. The purple corset is borrowed from Melissa and it fit's like a glove, with well-placed fastenings on the front running the length of it. She's never worn it her boobs being her excuse, to large she thinks, I think any man worth his salt would never ever complain about her large chest. The matching lace panties slide up the top over the body stocking and my freshly waxed pussy, that was a new painful experience I can't say I'm looking forward to repeating, but I do love the results. A short petticoat skirt finishes off my outfit, it is split open and the front, pinned back so my panties and legs are on display, my feet incased in a reasonable 5" purple chunky cut heel. I'm not where near good enough to walking in stilettos to even think about dancing in them.

For my face Melissa does a simple Smokey, a layer of foundation, my lips painted a dark purple to match adding a small beauty mark to the corner of my mouth under my lower lips. My hair is a black wig, styled on top of my head, pinned to my hair and lacquered in place with hair spray. Finally, for the last piece of my outfit a purple custom made a mask that hugs my face, covering me from my forehead down my cheeks and along my jaw with only a section missing in the middle for my mouth and lower part of my nose, eye holes trimmed in matching black lace.

As I stand in front of the mirror I judge myself as everyone else will tonight, I tilt my head from side to side, yes I think I'll do. I barely see myself. I have no doubt I can make it through my whole dance and run back here to safety before Miki even notices.

I look to Melissa, who's wearing a similar outfit to mine but without the short skirt or bodysuit, instead, she's opted for a longer fairy-like skirt and fishnets. And everything is matching in navy blue.

We check our makeup one last time nodding at each other as we leave the comfort of my apartment, sneaking up the back staff stairwell and popping out at the entrance Seth is in charge of guarding tonight.

His low pitched whistle of appreciation barely heard as the first introduction music plays. He places a hand on both our backs and guides us to the back of the bar with the other dancers. There are only three dances in front of me, a long gangly girl who awkwardly stands on her too high heels, a pretty Japanese girl and a blonde with fake boobs and a scowl on her face when she looks at me.

I look around the curtain to the stage as the first girls nervously steps up, I see Miki sitting in front of the bench of judges, we are to be scored on costume, originality, music and ability. The noise the audience makes for each contestant is added towards the overall total as well.

As her music keeps playing the girl awkwardly bops around, all arms and legs, not getting much of a rise out of the audience and barely keeping Miki's attention on her, she runs away as soon as her music ends, I feel sorry for her. It takes a lot of courage to step up and give it a try.

The Japanese girls up next, her dance is a little more cultural, it reminds me of a geisha dance. Soft and slow. Lovely. But obviously not what the crowd wanted to see. Or Miki by the looks of it. Scowling big boobs is up next and the crowd roars as she walks out. This is really going to be my only competition I realize. She bumps and grinds her way across the stage to some rap song walking straight up to Miki dancing a inch in front of his face, thrusting her chest out towards him grabbing his hands and putting them on her hips and she turns to wiggle her ass in his face, spinning she places one hand on the back of his head and drags his face down her body, sliding it against her pussy, grinding herself against him. Plonking in his lap and shoving her fake tits in his face. Still grinding away as her music ends.