The Collection Ch 02 1

Martin smiled as watched Cilla sleeping on the security monitor. It had taken her an inordinate amount of time to fall asleep, but once she had given up shouting for help, she had drifted off. Investing in more comfortable mattresses and bedclothes for his girls was the right move, as were the fur lined handcuffs. After all, the entire point of his operation was to facilitate the sharing of illicit pleasures—not to cause undue pain. That's what set Martin apart. He wasn't running some shady ring of hookers out of a cheap motel near the airport—his girls were willing participants in the operation who were handsomely rewarded for their service. They worked for him as long as they wanted to and were more than welcome to leave when they were ready.

Once they got in, however, very few of them wanted to leave. Martin made sure that his girls loved every second of their work and the lifestyle it afforded them. Beyond that, having the attention of a wealthy man with a penchant for eating pussy could be pretty convincing. Looking back at Cilla, Martin felt his mouth water. It had been a long time since his last 'snack'. He was getting hungry, and if his time with her in the van was any indication, she would certainly satisfy him. In his mind he could already feel the softness of the skin of her pussy against his tongue, the hard little nub of her clit as it swelled and tightened.

She probably would taste delicious. How many times could he make her come before she passed out? Even better, how long could he make her wait, keeping her right on the edge of her orgasm before gave in to him? He leaned back in his chair and unfastened his pants. Freeing his generous cock, he debated calling for his trusty cock-worshipper from the day before. She would love nothing more than working him into a frenzy with her mouth, and it would definitely allow him to better focus on the task at hand. He wrapped his hand around his pulsing length and began to stroke himself, with agonizing slowness. Images of Cilla in various states of sexual bliss danced across his mind.

Licking her would be incredible.

Fucking her would be even better. Reluctantly Martin stopped touching himself, willing his body to be patient. He would save his orgasm for now, and use his own frustration to fuel his 'persuasion' of his newest captive. Her acquiescence would be a reward for both of them.

A buzzing next to him startled Martin out of his reverie. He grimaced as he picked up his phone, having a good idea whose communication was disturbing him.

"Did u get her?" The text message came from yet another unknown number.

"Nice burner. What if I did?" Martin replied.

"Trust me u want her."

"She'll be great." The lack of proper spelling and punctuation was irritating, but Martin couldn't disagree thus far. Cilla showed great potential. The way her body had enthusiastically responded to being bound and pleasured by a stranger made her a perfect candidate for the operation.

"That remains to be seen. What do you know about her?" Martin had little use for the person on the other end of the conversation, but if he was going to convince Cilla to join him, he needed all the information there was to know.

"Loves bondage. Can come from almost anything. Fantasies about girls and fucking in public. Loves toys. REALLY loves toys. Can get off from feathers on her pussy." Martin felt a stirring in his cock as he read the words. Poor communication skills aside, his contact certainly knew how to pick a mark. Cilla would fetch a high price from his clients and allow Martin to cater to more unique desires. She would be well-compensated for her time, of course, and if these texts were any indication she would probably take great pleasure in her work. Martin would see to it.

"Thanks for the info. Will check back later to share results. Send anything else you find out my way." Martin closed the messaging app and set down his phone. Looking back once again at Cilla's sleeping form, he smiled and stood.

It was time to find out more about his newest acquisition.

Pressing a button, Martin activated the intercom system on his desk.

"Lucinda, prepare the newest girl in the red bedroom. She and I are going to have a talk.

"Yes sir. How thorough would you like us to be?" The woman's husky voice betrayed her. There was no doubt that she was hoping he would ask her to be

very

thorough.

"I would like her groomed, whatever that takes. All I ask is that you save the final prize for me."

There was a heavy sigh. He hated to disappoint one of his most trusted colleagues, but it couldn't be helped.

"Don't worry, Lucinda. I get the feeling you'll be seeing a lot of our newest girl."

"Understood. She'll be ready in the examination room in an hour."

"Wonderful. Have fun."

Martin leaned back once again, smiling to himself.

Cilla awakened to the sound of the large door opening. She held her breath, expecting the worst. Testing her bonds, she was distressed to find out that she well and truly bound to the bed, for whatever her captors had in store. The fur-lined shackles held her firmly in place, and wriggling only served to stroke the silky sheets against her naked flesh. It was especially effective on her sensitive nipples. Spending the night encased in the fabric while bound was its own kind of exquisite torture and had contributed to Cilla's difficulty getting to sleep. When she did sleep, she was plagued by dreams of strangers giving her unspeakable pleasures before a crowd of hyper-sexed onlookers. Her pussy, which had betrayed her so many times in the van the day before, still throbbed with remembered arousal.

Had it really happened? If she hadn't woken up bound to this bed, she wouldn't believe it. Had she really been kidnapped off the street and made to orgasm against her will for a complete stranger? Just the thought of the man laughing at her as she cried out her pleasure was enough to make her wet again. Shame and humiliation mixed with a type of pure lustful yearning that Cilla had never felt before. The silk sheets teased her nipples, making her fantasize about going back to that van, only this time her captor would lick and suck them as the toy brought endless pleasure to her clit. She rolled her hips into the mattress, shifting her nipples against the seat. If she just concentrated hard enough she could imagine it was the teasing touch of her captor, teasing the aching points until she begged. It would be such a beautiful humiliation.

The clicking of heels on the wood floor dragged Cilla's attention back to the present. Much to her surprise, instead of a masked criminal or terrorist, Cilla was looking at one of the most gorgeous women she had ever seen. She was a stereotypical walking sex goddess. Long, blonde hair, icy blue eyes, generous breasts, wide hips, and long legs. Her skintight dress was criminally short, full lips painted a deep red smiled a humorless smile, but those blue eyes looked at Cilla with something... more. Something... hungry.

"Good morning, Cilla. I trust you slept well?" The woman's smirk made it clear that she knew all too well how Cilla had slept.

"Who are you and why did you kidnap me?" Cilla tried not to think about all of the things those lips could do to her sensitive nipples, though it would probably be a lot more satisfying than the constant caress of the silken sheets.

"My name is Lucinda. I'm going to be... preparing you to meet with The Boss. As for why you're here... well, that is a bit more complicated." Lucinda pulled back the blanket and sheet, exposing Cilla's breasts to the cool air. Lucinda gasped in mock horror at the state of Cilla's nipples. "My, my, my... you must be a very dirty girl. Look at those nipples! And here I haven't even gotten started yet." Lucinda licked her lips as she devoured Cilla's breasts with her eyes.

"Wh-what does The Boss want with me? I'm no one special! I'm just a student. There has to be some mistake—" Cilla was cut off when Lucinda began to gently caress her breasts. The other woman's hands were soft and gentle. She kept waiting for Lucinda to turn her attention to her aching nipples, but instead, she turned away entirely. Cilla whimpered involuntarily in disappointment.

"Don't worry, darling. I'm just getting my tools ready." Lucinda bent down, giving Cilla a full view of her perfect ass, and just a tiny hint of her pussy, covered only by a thin strip of lace. Cilla couldn't help but stare. She had never been with another woman before, but she couldn't deny that at this moment, her curiosity was more than piqued.

Lucinda stood and turned back towards Cilla. She put some items down on the bedside table, and squirted something from a tube into her hands. Rubbing them together for a moment, she turned once again to Cilla's breasts, slowly massaging them, again ignoring her aching nipples.

"I suppose we'd better get to know each other a little bit, since you aren't leaving any time soon. I already told you my name. I'm a sort of... assistant to The Boss. I make sure all the girls are well-groomed and in tip-top shape for the operation." Lucinda smiled and looked up from her work to meet Cilla's confused gaze, noting the haze of arousal in the young woman's eyes. Slowly, she worked her thumbs from the underside of each breast to slowly stroke each nipple with agonizing slowness. Cilla gasped, but Lucinda was undeterred, continuing her assault.

"What... what is the operation?" Cilla's voice was husky as she tried desperately to focus on anything other than how incredible the other woman's fingers felt as they caressed her nipples. She should have been terrified, screaming for help, flailing around, or anything that would get her free. Instead, the only thing she could think of was doing anything to get her nipples into Lucinda's mouth.

Lucinda gave a saucy grin, as each index finger joined her thumbs in gently squeezing her nipples in an intoxicating rhythm. Cilla's pussy throbbed with need as she lay transfixed by Lucinda's careful caress.

"Mmm... you would love it if I would tell you now, wouldn't you? You are so ready for it. It's all you can think about. If I just let you have this one little thing, it would certainly ease your frustration... wouldn't it?" Lucinda bent her head, flicking each of Cilla's nipples with her tongue.

Cilla arched and moaned, as if each of her nipples transferred the touch of Lucinda's tongue right to her aching clit. She swore she could feel every stroke of the other woman's mouth as if she were licking all of her erogenous zones at once. "Please..." she begged, for what, she didn't know. She was sure relief was just mere seconds away, if only--

"Not yet, pet. But trust me, you'll get what you want in time. I just need to get you ready." With one last suck and a flick of each nipple, Lucinda stood and turned back to her tools, giving Cilla a moment to calm down. What had just happened? Had she really been milliseconds away from orgasm from another woman sucking her nipples? Cilla blinked several times, trying to clear her head, wondering what was coming next.

Lucinda turned back to her, a large towel in one hand and used the other to pull the soft sheet off, leaving Cilla completely uncovered. She set the towel down between Cilla's thighs, and went back over to the cabinets along the far wall of the small room. Cilla heard a faucet run, and Lucinda came back into view with a large bowl. Bringing the bowl to the towel, she settled herself between Cilla's thighs and gazed greedily at Cilla's exposed pussy.

"Mmmm... seems as though you don't mind dealing with girls, do you?" Lucinda teased a finger along Cilla's slit, regrettably ignoring her swollen clit. "Too bad I promised to behave myself. I'll have to see you after you have your time with The Boss." Lucinda gave an exaggerated pout, then picked up a battery operated trimmer. Cilla's eyes widened.

"No worries, darling. This is just going to get you cleaned up a bit. The Boss likes his girls mostly bare, with just a little bit of a landing strip. I'm going to be

very

careful, don't you worry." With a wink, Lucinda turned on the trimmer and set to work on Cilla's pubic hair. The subtle vibrations did little to ease Cilla's sexual frustration, but thankfully Lucinda was finished quickly.

"Mmmm, you are a sopping wet mess, aren't you? I wonder how many times I could lick this clitty of yours before you were about hitting the ceiling." Another single stroke of a finger followed her remark, this time ending its tour with a slow circle around her twitching nub.

Lucinda chuckled, clearly enjoying how her captive responded to her teasing. She picked up another tube of an unknown substance and squirted a frothy lotion into her palm. She slowly spread the lotion thoroughly around the sides of Cilla's mound and her bikini line. Every stroke of her hands only adding to Cilla's incredible frustration. As the lotion settled onto her skin, it also started to tingle, eliciting a whimper out of the bound woman.

"Feels so good, doesn't it? This will clean you up nicely and leave your skin beautifully soft. Trust me, when this is all over you will feel *everything* The Boss is going to do to you. I'm actually pretty jealous." Lucinda looked once more over her handiwork and got up from the bed.

"We just need to wait a couple of minutes for that to do its job. I wonder what we can do to entertain ourselves?" Lucinda slowly started unzipping her dress, freeing her own generous bosom as she stripped down to her heels, stockings, and that criminally tiny excuse for a thong. She knelt on the bed, her pussy just above Cilla's, her eyes locked onto Cilla's as she slowly stroked her own breasts.

"You want to know my favorite part of meeting all of the new girls?" Cilla couldn't help stare as Lucinda hypnotically stroked her breasts, her fingers slowly getting closer and closer to her taut, pink nipples.

"What?" Cilla practically croaked, yearning for the freedom to touch her own body and relieve her burning need for release. If only Lucinda would touch her aching pussy and let her come. She'd never felt the need to orgasm so much in her life.

Lucinda slowly spread her knees and lowered herself so that Cilla got a perfect look right at the other woman's pussy. She could see the wetness on her lips and caught the light glinting off of a piercing resting on her red and swollen clit.

"When we are all done, I get to come as many times as I want, and all you can do is watch."

Lucinda tweaked her own nipples, closing her eyes and letting out a moan.

"Mmmm... you like my piercing? The Boss suggested it. He said it would help me come harder... and faster." Lucinda slid down to grind her pussy against Cilla's mound, now with the simple landing strip. Cilla moaned and arched to mee Lucinda, feeling the metal of her piercing against her sensitive skin.

"I love seeing the lust in your eyes, knowing you would do anything for me to lick that pussy or shove my fingers inside of you." Lucinda opened her eyes and returned her impenetrable gaze to Cilla as one hand slowly snaked down her body to stroke across her pussy. She was clearly turned on by Cilla's frustration and palpable need for an orgasm. Cilla couldn't help but follow Lucinda's hand with her eyes, her breath hitching as Lucinda slowly began to circle her pierced clit. She moved slowly, adjusting her position to get the perfect angle. The nub swelled and darkened as the finger circled, and Lucinda's moans gave away her growing pleasure.

"Mmmm... it feels so good to touch myself right now. Don't you wish you could?" Her fingers dipped down to tease her entrance, sliding in ever so slowly. Cilla was transfixed, her mouth watering as she saw Lucinda's fingers begin to glisten. Lucinda slowly fucked herself with her own fingers, her moans growing louder and more frenzied as she teased herself.

"Do you want me to come for you?" Cilla's wrenched her gaze away from the hypnotic masturbation to once again meet Lucinda's lustful stare. Tears of frustration threatened Cilla's eyes and her pussy juices ran down the inside of her thigh to collect on the sheet underneath her. It was utterly humiliating and she was loving every second of it.

Cilla swallowed hard, knowing somehow that she was at a crossroads. She could refuse Lucinda and thereby any culpability in her continued captivity, or she could give in to one of the most beautifully erotic experiences of her life. Laying there, bound and unable to move, unable to sate her desperation for release, forced to watch this beautiful goddess revel in her own pleasure at Cilla's expense was far beyond anything she had ever experienced.

And she didn't want it to stop.

"Yes. Yes! Please come for me. Oh God, I just want to see you come!"

"Mmmm... I knew you'd say yes." Lucinda pinched her nipple harder and her fingers stroked her clit in earnest. It was intoxicating and Cilla found herself yearning to witness Lucinda's orgasm more than she wanted to experience her own. One hand teased at the piercing, her pussy swelling and growing wetter by the second. Lucinda's other hand abandoned her nipple to slide two fingers inside her sopping wet entrance. Lucinda's head fell back as she rode her own hand, moaning as she fucked herself. Just as Cilla was starting to think the anticipation would kill her, Lucinda cried out, arching her back, as she finally came.

Breathing hard, Lucinda took a moment to come down from her high. Stroking her pussy one last time, she stood up again. Taking the towel, she wiped the remaining lotion from Cilla's pussy, stroking the soft, fluffy towel over her pouting lips. It was one last way to torture her captive.

After gathering her tools once again, Lucinda bent her head to Cilla's ear.

"I'll see you soon, darling." Leaving her clothes, Lucinda turned and exited the room.

"You're going to love her, Martin." Lucinda smiled at him as she caressed her assistant's bare pussy. The young woman was bound to the OB-GYN chair in Lucinda's office, naked and gagged. Whenever Lucinda was tasked with readying a new girl for Martin, she left the sessions brimming with sexual frustration. After several years of finding her fingering his girls in random broom closets or upper hallways, he finally gave her the pick of his collection to serve as an assistant whenever they were free. Pilar, a waitress from a downtown nightclub with a medical fetish, was Lucinda's perfect match as she loved being teased by dominant women, especially with an audience in a mock OB-GYN office.

"I swear, if you hadn't had her tied down, she would have swallowed me whole." Lucinda slid a single finger inside of Pilar's wet cunt, knowing full well that it was nowhere near enough to give the girl any satisfaction. Pilar moaned and humped the finger greedily.

"Great. I think she's going to be a great addition. I'm having her moved to my office now. I'll have my calls routed down here until we're finished."

Lucinda sat at a tool between Pilar's spread thighs, her finger still moving slowly in and out of the pussy of the bound girl. She licked her lips.

"Sure. Just give me about fifteen minutes, I have some stuff to finish up." She pressed gentle kisses to Pilar's mound, causing the girl to moan in frustration against her gag.

"Of course." Martin smirked and left the office, just as he heard the first ecstatic cries of Pilar as Lucinda's mouth finally descended upon her pussy in earnest.

Now it was time to formally meet Cilla and convince her to join his operation in the most delicious way possible.