Chapter 3: Taming the Unicorn
A hand on Clara's shoulder shook her awake.
"Hey. Let's have sex real quick. I need to get ready for uni soon."
Luke was standing over her, his erection straining against his boxers. The shock and disorientation of her sudden awakening melted into grim resignation.
"Ok," she said, and spread her legs as Luke clambered on top of her.
It was the morning of her third day as a slave. After she'd successfully given head for the first time in her life, Luke had been sated for the rest of the previous evening. He'd been content to let her serve as a nude maid, continuing to try and clean his rancid apartment, and cooking dinner for him from his sparse kitchen. He still took photos of her body while she worked now and then, but at least he wasn't sharing them online anymore.
After dinner, she'd just sat with him, watching him play some video game until midnight. She had been mind-numbingly bored, but hadn't wanted to draw his attention back to her by asking to do something. Finally he'd switched the console off, and after a brief fumbling grope of her breasts in the sudden darkness, had announced he was going to bed.
"You sleep on the couch," he'd said by way of 'goodnight.' Of course, he hadn't given her permission to get dressed, and there were no pillows or blankets or anything, so she had been left to lie naked on the lumpy cushions, curled up for warmth.
Sleep had not come easy. She'd wanted to check her emails for the evidence she'd collected earlier, but her guts roiled in protest at her unauthorised phone usage. The slave override, which just appeared as a black window on the home screen, informed her that she only had permission to contact her owners. She saw Jason's name at the top of her new contacts list. Sense memories flooded her - the smell of his sweat, the hardness of him inside her, his hands on her body... Filled with both revulsion and a shameful desire, she started to message him.
What are you doing?
she asked herself as her hand tapped out:
you up?
...
Booty call from my slave? That's a new one. How's it going with Little Lukey?
He's asleep
Poor boy's worn himself out. He was a virgin right? He always swore he wasn't, the little liar
You know I can't tell you anything. Just wanted to say fuck you and goodnight
lol. I'm sad now. Send a nude to make me feel better
Furious, she stretched out on the couch and held her phone up high enough to get her face and breasts in the shot. She scowled and raised the middle finger of her other hand as she took the pic. It was an ugly picture, her pale skin lit only by the unnatural light of her phone.
She sighed and sent it anyway.
nice ;) nighty night Pussy
You really can't blame anyone but yourself for that one, slut.
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The memory of last night filled her with shame as Luke pumped away on top of her.
"You know what's funny," he panted. "I woke up and I was looking through my pics of you and I started to jerk off - ohhhhhh," he interrupted himself as he came inside her, burying his face in her neck and his hands in her hair. "Mmmmm... so yeah, I suddenly remembered, I don't have to jerk off, because you're right here."
Fresh disgust washed over her.
Don't say anything, you'll just make him mad,
she warned herself.
At least his photography fetish makes him cum faster.
She stroked his back with one hand and stared at the ceiling.
Luke must have seen something in her eyes, though, because he snorted and rolled off her. "You really do think you're too good for me, don't you?"
"Not that I have a choice in the matter, but..."
"Fuck off," he said and stomped into his room.
I think I liked him better when he was shy.
Luke emerged holding a laundry basket and Clara's clothes. He threw them on the couch next to her.
"Get dressed and make yourself useful," he said. "Go get all my dirty clothes and put them in for a quick wash and dry in the laundry room downstairs. Take your phone too. Scotty's got you today, so go over to his place once you start the dryer."
Clara would rather have showered before putting her clothes on, but she'd clearly pushed Luke too far to ask for a favour. She nodded and pulled on her jeans, her breasts swaying freely.
Luke headed towards the bathroom, then paused. "You know what, just because I'm nice, when you get down there you can throw your own clothes in for a wash too. Since I know you like to be clean."
Clara froze, her shirt half-buttoned. "But... this is my only set."
He smiled. "Scotty's place isn't far. A nice little walk in the fresh air and sunlight might help you feel less cranky."
He closed the bathroom door.
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In the thankfully-deserted laundry room, Clara was plotting.
Try to teach me a lesson, try to get back at me, I'll show you it's not that easy.
She had filled the laundry basket with absolutely every item of clothing on Luke's floor, which had been a lot. Now she was transferring each piece into the washer, one by one, with glacial slowness, while with her other hand she furiously texted Jason. She knew slave owners could be held legally responsible for giving their slaves unlawful or dangerous orders, and she was pretty sure what Luke had just done would qualify.
Jason. Emergency. I need you to answer me right now.
Even moving as slowly as she could, she'd emptied the top layer of the basket before he replied:
Can't get enough of me? ;)
Cut the shit. I'm following orders which are probably going to get the cops called on me. And when they find out who owns me they won't be happy with any of you.
The phone rang.
"What's this about cops?" Jason asked. He tried to sound casual, but Clara could hear the tension.
That's right, asshole, you don't want the law looking any closer at the specifics of my situation, do you?
"You have to get here quick and do something. He's - OW! Fuck, I can't tell you what he's done!"
"Shit, ok, don't talk about him, try just telling me what you're doing."
"I'm in the building's public laundry room, filling a washing machine with all his dirty clothes, soon to be followed by mine," she said carefully. "And once I start the dryer I'll be heading out by myself over to what's-his-name, Scotty's house. But I worry I might be arrested for public nudity before I get there."
There was a long sigh. "Fuuuuuck, ok, let's try this. You don't have to do that. Stop loading the machine."
She tried to pause her hand and a fist of iron tightened around her spine in warning. "Ow! Nope, you can't cancel his orders. Great system you guys have here. Foolproof."
