Indentured Pervitude 02

They sat quietly in the lawyer's office waiting patiently. The air was cold, the lighting was cold, and the shelves of humorless law books made it seem even colder. Wendy shivered. Her father just crossed his arms and remained silent.

Wendy gripped Tom's hand tighter, holding onto him for dear life. A door opened suddenly and startled her. She took a deep breath as an older man in a slick suit made his way behind the oversized desk, and gave them all a disingenuous smile.

"Hello, Mr. Ward," he said to her father.

"Please, George is fine."

"Very well, George. Miss Ward," he said with a nod toward Wendy. "And..." he checked some paperwork, "And one Mr. Thomas Cisero...did I say that right? No matter. Let's get this squared away, shall we?"

"Thank you for seeing us on such short notice, Mr. Cohen," her dad said graciously. She wasn't happy about any of this, but she didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

"Ah, yes, well I owed Harvey a favor, so I'm glad I could fit you in." Harvey was her dad's regular attorney. This Mr. Cohen was supposedly a specialist in owned persons cases...like theirs. "Okay, before we get started, Tom, I'm going to have to ask you to wait outside in the reception area, if you please."

"No, I want to stay for this," he protested. Wendy could feel him tensing up.

"I'm sorry, but that's just not how we do things. Besides, you have no role in this--"

"No role?" Tom interrupted a little too loudly. "It's my fucking life that's being traded around like I'm some kind of used car or something."

Mr. Cohen held up his hands and waited for Tom to calm down before speaking. "Which is exactly why you shouldn't be here. Emotions can run high, as you so aptly demonstrated, and to be a witness to this process won't do you, or your loved ones, any good. I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist that you wait outside." He pressed a button on his desk phone.

"I will not," Tom declared. "I'm not a piece of property, I'm a human being, for God's sake."

"Legally, you are an owned person. You are biologically a human being, yes, but as far as the law is concerned you are something else entirely."

"This is bullshit." Tom tried to stand, but Wendy held him down.

"Wendy," her father said in a low voice, "Ask him to wait outside. It will only be a few minutes."

"Mr. Ward," the lawyer spoke up before Wendy could respond. "Technically you are still his current owner. If you give the order, he must comply or be in violation of 27.1 through 27.5 of his indentured agreement contract and be subject to potential repossession by the company."

"Well, we don't want that." Her father said, then cleared his throat. "Tom, please, for Wendy's sake, just go wait in the other room. We'll take care of this thing, and then we can all go home...together"

Tom let go of Wendy's hand. "It's not fair that I can't--"

"Tom!" Wendy knew that tone of voice - she'd only heard it twice in her life: once when she'd snuck out her window one night to go to a party, and once when he caught her smoking. It was his don't-fuck-with-me voice. "Wait outside. Now!"

For a moment it seemed like Tom was going to refuse. She'd never seen anyone stand up to her father when he was in this kind of mood. Her stomach churned and she feared she would be sick. Tom was silent for several long seconds, then nodded. She could see the fight go out of him. He was surrendering, not just to her father's demands, but to his whole situation.

"I guess I don't have much of a choice, now do I...master?" He tried to make that sting like he often did when he fought with her, but her dad was made of sterner stuff than she.

"I guess not, boy. Now move your skinny ass out of here before I have to do it for you."

He didn't have to humiliate him like that, Wendy thought. She was embarrassed for him.

"Fine, I'm leaving," he said as if it was his decision, and walked out briskly.

"I've seen worse," Mr. Cohen commented and added an unctious smile that was meant to be consoling but just came across as creepy. "First, Miss Ward, I need to apprise you of your rights and responsibilities as a holder of an owned person."

The process took longer than a few minutes. Wendy had a pounding headache by the end of it. Her hand was cramped after all the signing she had to do. She felt demeaned by the act of taking legal ownership of the man she loved, and she could only imagine how belittling it had to be for Tom. She felt just awful, but it was better than knowing he was dying a slow death somewhere in a Russian prison factory just to satisfy a debt to a soulless crypto company.

All she wanted to do was go home and take a very long, very hot shower.

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Tom opened the door for Wendy, which was a nice gesture, she thought. If nothing else, this experience seemed to have taught him some manners. She walked into the house and sighed. No one had talked on the ride home, which was just as well. She couldn't have handled the fight that would have provoked.

"Okay, so that's over with." She turned and hugged Tom. "Now things can get back to normal."

"How is that even possible...mistress?" Tom said sardonically.

"Oh, please don't call me that." She held him tight. "Nothing has to be any different between us. We can simply go back to the way things were and just pretend like this never happened."

He let her hug him for a bit, then held her at arm's length. "We both know we can't do that. You own me, for God's sake. How am I supposed to just pretend like that isn't real?"

Wendy shrugged, it was obviously affecting him more than she thought it would. "We're going to be married soon enough...and then we'll own each other. It's not a big deal."

"That's totally different and you know it," Tom huffed, turning his back on her.

She grabbed him and held him to her. "Not to me, it isn't. Those papers I signed don't matter to me. All it means is that I get to have you here with me and you're not locked up in some awful dungeon on the other side of the world."

"And I'm glad for that," Tom conceded. "But I don't know how you think this isn't going to change things between us. It's not that simple...it can't be."

"I don't know why you think that." She forced him to turn around and face her. "As far as I'm concerned, nothing is any different between us. I love you, maybe more now than ever. We have some new...challenges that we have to face, but if we face them together we'll get past all of this."

Tom looked dubious but didn't try to contradict her. "If you say so."

"I do say so. And to prove it, we're going to get naked, take a nice long shower together, and you're going to make love to me."

Tom smiled and kissed her. "I was wondering when we were going to get around to that. I've been home for a whole day already and haven't gotten any!"

"Well, here's your chance!" She took him by the hand and raced to their bedroom, pulling him behind her. Not since their first night together was she this excited about sex with him.

"I might not last that long," he pre-emptively apologized as she stripped him down.

"I don't care, I just want to feel you inside me again." This was followed by a passionate kiss as they both struggled to remove her clothes. Finally, once they were both naked, they fell into the bed, and without any preamble, he slipped inside of her. Wendy lost her breath. So much for the shower, she thought. "Oh, I missed you...that's right, all the way in...oh, yes...do it...don't stop...harder...God, yes!"

Tom did his best, but he was overwhelmed by the sensations he was feeling. He thought about pulling out in order to forestall the inevitable, but he was unable to control himself. With an anguished cry, he came inside of her. He was embarrassed about going off so quickly, but it felt glorious. He already wanted to fuck her again.

"Sorry," he murmured, knowing she must be disappointed with his performance. He was normally able to last at least a couple of minutes. That was usually enough for her. He could already feel himself starting to go soft. "I warned you, I..."

"No, no, no," she said, kissing him on the lips. "That was wonderful, really. I'm just so happy to have you back." She wrapped her legs around his waist and held him tight. "Just stay right there...leave it in...stay inside me...just like that..."

Wendy had never made him do that before. She usually just let him pull out and then go straight to the bathroom, but she was too close to coming to let him go. She could count on one hand the number of orgasms she'd had during their lovemaking over the years, and this could put her into two-hands territory. She didn't want to pass up this opportunity.

She rocked beneath him, hoping he stayed hard enough for her...just a few more seconds. "Oh, yeah...there it is...just like that...so good...oh, you feel so good in there!" She wanted to scream but didn't want to scare him. If she did cry out like she wanted, he would know all her other orgasms had been faked. The last thing she needed to do right now was chip away at his ego. So, Wendy bit her lip and had the most fantastic orgasm she'd had in a long while. Not even her vibrator could match this feeling.

She rode wave after wave of ongoing bliss, and finally, the spasms subsided and she was able to relax. She couldn't help but laugh. It was a joyous laugh of release and pure happiness. It was a sign that everything was going to be alright.

She found Tom's lips in the dark with hers, and he responded with equal passion. She couldn't remember the last time they'd kissed like this, but she liked it.

Things, it looked like, were going to be even better than all right.

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Wendy traced her fingers lightly along Tom's persistent morning wood. He had drifted off last night after giving her just the one orgasm, but she needed more. She didn't want to pressure him so soon after he got home, but she was hoping that maybe he would be up for some morning sex with her. She touched herself as she lay there looking longingly at his stiffness. She was wet, and her pussy lips were swollen with desire. She didn't want to masturbate, she wanted to do it with him, but she also didn't want to wake him - he needed his rest.

She admired his naked body while he slept. Wendy couldn't help but regret that he wasn't in better shape. Not that he was fat, or anything, but there was very little in the way of muscles, which was something she always appreciated in a man. Not like those crazy bodybuilders or anything, but more like how a gymnast or a swimmer looks. Strong lines, sexy swells in all the right places, and maybe some well-defined abs would be nice.

She wondered if she bought him a weight set would he use it? Her thoughts went to a dark place. If she bought him a weight set, she could make sure he used it. She tried to put that thought out of her head. She might technically own him, but she wasn't going to abuse her power over him like that. But, would it be so wrong if it was for his own good? What harm would there be to helping him get into better shape and be healthier? If it also just so happened to make him sexier, all the better.

Wendy decided she was going to do a little shopping later that week. In the meantime, she was done waiting. They weren't married yet, but that cock still belonged to her one way or the other. There was nothing stopping her from just taking what she wanted.

She mounted her sleeping fiancé. Without hesitation, she lowered herself onto his erection. Oh yeah, that hit the spot. She shivered as she took him all the way in. If only he could go as deep as her vibrator, she sighed. This would have to do. She began riding him, and it felt amazing.

Tom woke up after a minute or so and was pleasantly surprised. "Someone's horny," he teased and grabbed onto her hips and tried to roll over so he would be on top.

"Just let me do it like this," she pleaded, picking up speed now that she didn't have to worry about waking him. "I want to come." She meant it to sound more romantic, but it came out like a dismissive statement of fact. Did he notice? Probably not. All he cared about was that he was getting sex and didn't have to do any of the work. Wendy maneuvered to get her feet under her and bounced up and down on him. "Oh, yeah, there we go...that's what I want...just like that..."

She couldn't believe that she was already getting close to an orgasm. It never happened that fast - not even when she was using her secret toy. It had something to do with being on top for a change. She was in control, not only of the sex but of her orgasm. Wendy didn't have to rely on him to get her off, she was in the driver's seat. She didn't know if she should be angry at Tom for not letting her ever be on top, or at herself for never taking the reins on her own. But, she never knew it could be this good...she couldn't really blame herself for that.

"Tom, I'm going to come!" she gasped. That was something else she'd never done before. Normally she didn't make any sound until the very end, and then it was more of a marker to let Tom know she was done (or she wanted him to believe she was done). It felt good to say the dirty things in her head out loud. "Oh, fuck, yes! I'm commming! Yeeeessss...!"

That seemed to set something off for him, and he thrust up into her and came himself. At least he had lasted longer than last night, she thought vaguely as she rode out her orgasm. She didn't want it to end, but eventually, the passion ebbed and was replaced with a warm sense of contentment. "Oh my...that was a nice way to start the day," she said, putting one of her bare nipples to his lips. He reflexively kissed and licked it for her. That was exactly what she needed.

"I've never seen you this horny," Tom commented, trying to make it sound lighthearted, but there was a note of suspicion concealed just below the surface.

"I'm always this horny...you just never noticed." Wendy instantly regretted saying that. She knew it would hurt his ego. "Or, maybe it was being forced to go three weeks without that wonderfully hard dick of yours." His smile let her know that she had saved the moment.

"Maybe later you'd like to show your appreciation with a welcome-home blowjob."

"Maybe," she kissed him on the tip of the nose. "We'll see..." She pulled off of him. She didn't want to, but she also didn't want to deal with the conversation any further. She held a hand over her vagina to keep the cum from dripping all over the carpet as she quickly tiptoed to the bathroom. She was normally shy about letting Tom see her nude in the full light of day, but her hang-ups about that seemed to have melted away. The idea that Tom was ogling her naked ass as she went gave her a bit of a thrill.

Things had definitely changed, but she couldn't quite figure out what exactly it was. No need to overthink it, just enjoy it while you can, she told herself as she wiped up the warm sperm leaking from her well-fucked hole.

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