Darkest Dreams Ch 02

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~Cierra~

Leading her down the stairs, Cierra used her arms and hands to cover as much of her nakedness as she could. Reaching the kitchen, he unclipped the leash and gave her rump a swift swat, indicating she was to start their meal. She jumped a smidge with a yip as she moved across the floor to the refrigerator, taking the opportunity to pull her hair back in a ponytail. Pulling out the fixings for grilled cheeses, every once in a while, she would glance over with her peripheral vision to see what he was doing. He paced here and there, not yet speaking about how he felt he had control of her life now. At one point he was picking up her medications on the counter reading the labels. Not make any comments about what she was taking, she could tell that it would be brought up later.

Finishing the sandwiches, she plated the food, set the table, and sat down. She had not realized how hungry she had been. He walked over, and sat down, but took her plate from her sitting it to the side. Confusion and shock were plastered on her face as she looked at him not even sure what to say. Then when she started to speak, he snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor at his feet. Appalled she sat back in her seat, again trying to figure out what the hell to say to such a command.

"Excuse me? Look, this is my house. You have broken in, violated me and demanded things from me that I never agreed to hand over to you." Feeling happy with her little outburst she straightened in her chair feeling taller and more confident. That is until he looked up at her with eyes that seemed to pin her down. Cursing silently, she knew this was not going to be as easy as she thought.

Instead of reacting as she had expected him to, he simply picked up the sandwich and started eating. After eating half of his first sandwich, he cleared his throat and looked at her with mild amusement. "Cierra, I understand that you're not aware of how things are going to change. For that fact I will not punish you for your childish outburst. I may allow you to eat at the table at times, but right now I want you at my feet. So, I am going to tell you, ONCE. KNEEL, so I may feed you and explain to you what is going on."

She looked at him and she had to admit she had daydreamed about this before but never in a million years thought someone would just take it. Dumbstruck, she slid off the chair and kneeled on the floor. Still several paces from his feet, she had her arms crossed in front of her covering her breasts. She could hear him sigh, vocally becoming more frustrated with her defiance. "Pet" He warned and when she still had not moved, he got up and walked behind her. She sat perfectly still until his large grabbed the scruff of her neck. Pulling Her over to the area that he had initially wanted her. Her arms were pulled from her chest and set at the small of her back. Sitting down she could hear him chuckle, her knees hurt on the laminate floor as she looked up at him. Taking another bite of his sandwich she could see a smile on his lips as he tore a piece of her sandwich. Putting it to her lips she tried to reach for it. He pulled it back and shook his head. Sighing, she opened for him and accepted the food on autopilot. Telling herself she would cooperate for now and try to figure something out, though deep down a hidden piece of her was rejoicing.

"Pet let's go over a few ground rules. First, you will address me as Master. When we are in public together or in front of Little Leo you may adjust that to Sir." He tore off another piece of sandwich, holding out to her. She opened her mouth as she processed his words, leaning in and having to close her hot mouth around his fingers for him to let the morsel go. She straightened and chewed the bite quickly wanting more. Smirking down at her, he put her food down to continue with his own.

"Second, unless Leo is home your place is at my feet. You are not to sit in any of the furniture, unless told otherwise." Her head snapped up, defiance and rage coursed through her blood and she knew he could tell she was getting irritated with his rules.

"Third, I will use you and share you as I see fit. Any protest will result in punishment. I am taking full responsibility for you, which means I would never put you in a situation that was dangerous. If for some reason your fear is too great I will grant you a chance to discuss it with me, but you will at least try." Offering her another bite she greedily sucked it from his fingers, unknowingly playing right into his hands.

"Four, Modesty has no place here. You are a slave now, so when I have you strip or pose you will do so without trying to cover yourself. Five, you will not touch yourself or cum without my

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permission to do so. If I find out that you have, you will be severely punished. I think we will leave the rules at that, you will learn what is expected of you as we go along." He had been feeding her bit by bit as he spoke to her. She had finished her sandwich quickly and just wanted to be rid of the man now.

This was almost too much to take in at once. The way he talked to her as if the decision was already made up, she bit her bottom lip and crossed her arms in front of herself. Fidgeting she slid off her knees to her rump, her knees and legs were hurting from being in that position for so long. The movement did not go unnoticed though, he finished his own lunch in silence, making a mental note that her physical activity would need to be ramped up.

She was unsure of how long she sat on the floor, but she was really starting to get tired of all of this. Sighing, she got up and started taking care of the dishes. He added his to the dirty side then disappeared. Normally she would have been jamming out to some music as she cleaned up the house. She wasn't about to do so right now though, being naked and in the company of a stranger who claimed to own her.

Finishing up she turned to see the man who referred to himself as Master was gone. Curiosity got the best of her as she started looking to see if maybe he left.

'Got his jollies off and left? Or lurking around a corner?'

Looking around she couldn't see hide nor hare of her mysterious captor. She exhaled in relief as she reached up and took the chain off of her neck.

A strong hand grabbed hold of a clump of her hair and pulled her back. Crying out in pain and surprise, her body arched backward as she was at his mercy. "What are you doing?? Stop that hurts!! NO!!" crying out as she tried to pry the vice like hands from her scalp. She could feel her body start to sweat at the exertion she was putting into trying to free herself.

"Pet we have a few things we need to go over again that apparently you did not understand the first time."

He led her into the living room and there stood a new chair. Leading her over towards it, he sat down and fastened her hands in the metal handcuffs that were already dangling off the metal rod connected to the bottom of the chair. She struggled with him briefly trying to keep her hands out of reach of the restraints. Being twice her size, he easily was able to overpower her. Feeling the leg that was furthest from her bound hands move, he slid it over her ankles, effectively trapping her over his knee. Pulling and pulling at the restraints she finally stopped, panting from all the energy she had pushed forth to try to fight him off. Her bare body had a sheen of sweat over its surface. She settled.

"Now Pet, since you are done, we can get on with your punishments for the three infractions you have earned so far. Do you know what the first one is? Think it over."

The palm of his hand was gently rubbing and caressing her rump as he spoke the threat clear of what was going to come. Wiping her eyes of the tears that had already spilled on her shoulder she looked away from him.

"I didn't do anything," she said through grit teeth.

"What a shame Pet."

"I am not your pet, nor do I want to be. Let me go and Leave at once," she told him.

The strike was hard and swift, she nearly missed it entirely, nearly. It was followed by four more quick ones on different points of her ass and thighs. She had cried out in pain and was begging for him to stop.

"No Pet, you are not the one in charge here. I am. That was for being disrespectful to me just now." He rubbed her rump and the feeling was hypnotic, laying her cheek on his thigh as she tried to regain her wits. Breathing heavily, she peeked up at him.

"The next set of 10 is for not remaining in your kneeling position and getting up without permission. Do you understand?"

At first, she didn't answer. A quick pinch to an already assaulted area of her rump motivated her to answer, crying out, "YES!! I understand."

Trembling she braced herself for the next series that she would receive. The fire that radiated from her ass after each swat got worse and worse. Wiggling in his embrace she felt as if it went on forever.

"My my, my Pet. Your ass looks absolutely radiant colored from a spanking. Your next punishment is for continually not addressing me properly so you will not speak at all."

Something was shoved in her mouth all of a sudden and fastened behind her. She tried to push it out with her tongue, but it was no use. Letting her loose of her restraints he stood, looking down at her still sitting on the floor and liking the sight very much so.

"Stay girl, I'll be right back." He scratched her head and walked out of the room.Watching him go she laid on the floor. She felt like a complete mess of emotions. As much as she shouldn't enjoy what was happening to her, she was. She didn't understand how this man knew her darkest wishes. Deep sobbing breaths calmed her in a matter of a few moments, listening very intently she tried to figure out where in the house he might be.

'This might be my only chance to get away. I'm going to need Wynonna in case I'm not quick enough.'

Her eyes darted around the living room frantically, trying to remember where she had stashed her. Quickly she darted over to the couch, laying down she reached under searching. Her hand found the braided rope handle, pulling it from its hiding spot she sighed with relief. It had been the only thing her husband hadn't kept when she left. He had left it in her care since she wanted nothing to do with guns in their home. That alone was the only solace she had for taking it. The blade was long and black, bigger than a machete but she wasn't positive it would be classified as a sword. The blade itself was curved in dramatic arcs, something from a zombie series he seemed to have liked. Now it was her defense against her abductor, weighing heavily in her hand, she was reminded that she had absolutely no real knowledge on how to use it.

Getting up she took a deep breath as she started creeping around the house. She needed clothes before she tried to run out the door in her birthday suit. Heading back into the kitchen she reached back and took the gag off and tossed it to the side. A laundry basket full of clean but unfolded clothes sat next to the refrigerator, she pulled on an oversized t-shirt meant for bed.

~Malichi~

He had not been an idiot, leaving her on the floor unrestrained. He knew perfectly well that she would try to run. A necessary process and lesson she needed to learn: that not only was there no escape from him, but from herself either. When he had talked to her all those months ago, they had discussed her darkest fantasies that she wanted to explore. To be taken then trained to be a slave, that was the short version of it. They conversed back and forth a few times about their similar interest to consent non-consent. It was a thrill just to imagine it let alone to possibly live it out. The way she described the draw it had to her, that was when he had decided to do the background on her. It had taken no time at all to find anything and everything there was to know about the woman in terms of public record, social media and her browsing history on her computer and phone.

In terms of training a woman to be a slave, he had done so countless times for his friends in the lifestyle. Granted the slaves were always willing participants, this like her own dark needs was something he could never clear from the back of his mind. To take an unwilling and unsuspecting victim, mold and shape her into the perfect slave. He would have never done this to someone though without knowing if it was a desire needing to be quenched. Knowing that this was something she had craved, for longer than she cared to express during their original conversations was all the verification he needed.

So, when he went back up the stairs to retrieve his duffle, he knew she would make a break for it. He would have preferred to have gone through this where he had intended to keep her. To adjust to the change of plans, Lucas and a couple other of his men stood not only outside the doors but parked across the street to keep her from running far. Taking his time to climb the stairs and repack his duffle he received a text from Lucas. "There is a movement Boss, looks like she took the bait."

Smiling he gave her a solid five more minutes before sounds of a scuffle and angry shouts came from downstairs. He carried his supplies down the stairs, dropping the bag on his re-entrance to the kitchen. His pet had her arms bound behind her, his men had forced her to her knees and Lucas was squatting next to her, his hand clasped around her throat as he spoke in her ear. Cierra was shaking, trembling and wide-eyed. She reminded him of a little mouse as she held her neck straight and taught. The girl was crying again, not something that surprised him. Lucas was visibly tense as he whispered harshly in her ear. Looking over at the table one of the men was applying first aid to a large shallow slice down his arm. On the table was a black sword, something he would have never guessed she would have had in her possession. Lucas rose with the girl, his hand now switching to the tangled locks of her hair, shoving her down in front of me. Her head hung low, obviously remorseful at her failed attempt of escape. The blood in his veins was pulsing quickly, the thrill of events exciting him, straining his cock in his pants.

"Thomas, you alright?" He asked the man, feeling bad that he took the brunt of his mistake not to search for weapons first. The bulky man looked up with a rueful grin playing on his face. Not able to hold it back he laughed with him shaking his head in disbelief.

"Nothing that won't heal Boss, just wasn't expecting a fucking sword." Finishing up the first aid and packing the supplies up, Thomas stood and took hold of the sword. Walking over to him he handed the weapon over."Seriously Boss she had no idea how to use it, with your permission maybe I can be the one to hand out the punishment for this part of her escapade." The man's eyes gleamed with anticipation, wanting a piece of the redhead spitfire himself.

"We will see, at the very least you can participate."

Malachi chuckled, not blaming him for wanting to be the one to dole out the punishment, Thomas grinned broadly accepting the terms. Turning from the man to speak with Lucas."I thought we would be able to do this here, but I had not anticipated weapons. For safety purposes I think it would be wise to transfer to the original site tomorrow after we pick the boy up."Lucas gave a short nod, the men leaving him and his Pet alone for the time being.

~Cierra~

Her eyes itchy and red from all the crying, kneeling in front of him she didn't dare look up. Her back hunched as much as possible as they had tied her up. Instead of just binding her wrists, her arms were folded back in a square. It was an uncomfortable position that made her push her breasts out and was frustratingly harder to wiggle free from.

After she had pulled on the shirt, she had tried to sneak out the back door. A bulky man who towered over her was just outside the door. Cierra attempted to rush to the front door as the other man walked through. Desperate she held up the sword and told them to leave her house. Obviously, they didn't, and she swung the sword wildly trying to clear a path. She had made contact with the bulky man and she rushed for the door, but they easily subdued her. The men were cursing as they wrenched the weapon from her. It took no time at all to secure her and force her to her knees.

Cierra hadn't initially noticed that her captor had walked into the room. She was preoccupied by trying to breathe. The scary blond from the front door was whispering yelling at her for injuring his man. That it could have been a lot worse. If she hadn't been uncomfortable and trying to breath, she would have probably had a sarcastic jab back at him. She was relieved when he finally let her go.

Now after all that energy spent on a failed escape attempt, she clenched her teeth as she glared at her captors feet. Sounds of movement could be heard as the men started setting something up on her kitchen table. She could hear her captors breathing evenly and wondered how severely she was going to be punished.

"Look at me Pet." She flinched at the sound of his voice. He didn't sound particularly angry. He sounded partially amused. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad. Timidly lifting her head, her eyes raked up his body. Instead of the anger she expected, he looked relaxed with his hands tucked in his pants pockets. There was no tension in his shoulders and then she finally looked into his eyes. Strikingly sharp green eyes had her gulping down the desire that just shot through her. Unwilling to let him know the effect he had on her she looked off to the side.

"Pet, I told you to look at me. You are in quite a bit of trouble as it is. Let's not make matters worse." Whimpering she once again lifted her gaze to him. Chuckling he shook his head as he bent over pulling a few items out she wasn't able to discern yet. "Thomas, pair of scissors if you please?"

"Stay still Pet. I truly don't wish to cut you." That was all the warning she was granted before feeling the cool metal blade snip away her shirt.Her skin had started warming up under the protection of the shirt, so when the cool air conditioned air hit her skin, her nipples pebbled. Hunching over she tried to hide her nipples. She whimpered a little more, praying for mercy. That apparently would not do for her captor, for the next thing she knew his hands were pressing her bounded arms further up. The pressure forced her to not only square her shoulders but also push her breast out.

She gasped out in pain, her breathing starting to quicken. Moving around her it reminded her of how he positioned her upstairs. She felt the leather of the crop on her inner thigh. The suggestion was clear that he wished for her to spread her legs further apart. She shook her head no defiantly glaring at the space ahead of her.SNAP, SNAP, SNAP!!!She cried out in pain trying to close her thighs. The movement only resulted in more rapid stings on her right nipple. Crying softly, she nodded her head conceding, widening her legs as far as she could and still be comfortable. The light touch on her skin had her straightening back into position. Seemingly approving of how she sat he crouched down to her level, his one knee on the floor as he reached over and ran his fingertips along her jawline. She glared at him hating how weak and vulnerable she was to him. Chuckling again he took hold of her chin and tightened his grip."Pet you are to look upon your master with love and anticipation to serve him. It will come with time and training," he said looking as if he were daydreaming the day she would do so willingly.