The next morning he paced the floor nervously, much to her annoyance. She knew what was expected and was ready to comply and his apparent doubt of her abilities was frustrating.
"I should just bind and gag you, keep you on display. I'm sure that's what he is expecting."
She shook her head in exasperation.
"Stop hovering! I can do this, I've played many roles and believe me, the role of sex slave is significantly easier than acting the part of a loving daughter. Besides, I don't want to be bound if he tries something dangerous and I need an escape option."
He still wasn't fully convinced, but he decided her argument made sense. Leaving her completely helpless would not be wise. Their guest was not expected until early afternoon so he had plenty of time to fret. To kill time he began cleaning the already tidy kitchen. After he washed the same dish twice in a row she moved over to him and gently took it from his hands.
"Why are you so nervous? You've been up against the bastard himself and you certainly weren't this flustered."
He took her into his arms, needing the reassurance of her body against his own.
"You were a hypothetical concept at the time, simply the first option he presented. You didn't mean anything to me then. Now you do. The bastard viewed you as an object, but you're certainly not one to me. Believe me, I would miss you if you were gone."
She tensed in his arms and slipped out of his grasp. "Don't go there James, don't you dare. This is not about you or me, it's about revenge and that's all. Caring about me is a wasted effort so don't bother. Just focus on getting through this visit without screwing up and blowing this for both of us."
He wanted to argue with her, but they didn't have time for a heart to heart discussion, so he took her advice and reminded himself to focus on the goal. He wasn't doing this for himself, he never had been. He was doing this for Sarah and now for Hannah, along with the countless other families the bastard's organization had destroyed. This was about crumbling the foundations of that organization.
The moment the doorbell rang the girl took her position in front of the fireplace kneeling in slave position with palms downward as prescribed. He opened the door to usher in their guest and as she heard their voices she let out a breath of relief, realizing the visitor's voice was completely unfamiliar. She hadn't wanted to add additional worry to an already tense situation so she hadn't mentioned it, but she had inwardly questioned her ability to go through with the plan if the bastard had sent her previous handler to make this house call.
She kept her eyes carefully focused on the floor as the men entered the room, their guest taking a seat in the armchair as her master took a place on the couch across the room from her. The two men made the obligatory introductions before turning to the matter at hand, specifically her.
"She takes to slavery well, I must admit I am surprised. I was lead to believe she was a rather difficult case." The callous reference to her as a slave was not wasted and drew a terse response from her supposed owner.
"Her training is coming along well, as you can see. She's become very adept at serving. One of these days I'll put her to good use sexually, but we're focusing on developing other talents at the moment."
He had figured getting the topic of her virginity out of the way at the onset was the best approach, not wanting to risk the appearance of hiding something so significant. The response was as surprised as he'd been expecting.
"You mean you haven't taken her yet? What use is a slave if you're not going to fuck them daily?"
Remember the goal...he talked himself out of strangling the man currently occupying his favorite chair.
"I rather enjoy the novelty of a virgin slut. How many of your other clients can claim to own the same?"
"None I suppose, it does indicate a sense of control not usually present among our typical clientele. Of course the majority of the merchandise we acquire is no longer virginal, but those we do pass on are typically claimed within hours after purchase. I don't suppose you'll object to my verifying virginity?"
"Not at all. Warm yourself up slut, rub your clit." She did as commanded attempting to produce some level of lubrication. He didn't force her to work at it for long.
That's enough, stand and present."
The girl leapt to her feet as commanded, lacing her hands together behind her neck. Her master moved across the room and stood behind her, gripping her around the waist and nudging her with his foot prompting her to spread her legs wider. "Eyes open and down," he whispered. She responded immediately, she hadn't even realized she had instinctively closed them.
He could feel her trembling slightly, but figured it wouldn't do any good to order her to stop. Her acting terrified and responding anyway would hopefully prove her willing compliance, or so he reasoned. Appropriately, she made no attempt to resist when their uninvited guest reached between her legs and roughly slid a thick finger into her deep enough to reach her barrier. She winced at the pain but didn't make any attempt to draw away.
The man completed his inspection and stood to face her, holding his finger to her lips. This move was unexpected but she responded without hesitation, licking his finger clean. Despite her earlier efforts she had barely been damp and there was hardly even a trace of secretions present, but the man insistently shoved another finger in her mouth and left them there for a moment as if willing her to respond by pulling away or biting down. Instead she sucked obligingly until the fingers were finally withdrawn.
Satisfied with her efforts the man then ran his fingers along her neck following the line of the thin gold chain she had worn since her master had placed it there.
"You've collared her already?" His tone was condemnatory.
"You think it's too soon?"
"I think you're too soft."
Removing his fingers from her neck he instead placed them lower circling her breast and gently twisting her nipple, again testing for resistance. She noticed her master tightening his grasp around her waist and silently begged him to maintain his composure.
"My slave, my methods. As you may recall I paid your boss a handsome bonus for the privilege of training her as I see fit."
