The Odyssey of Callie
PROLOGUE
Dimitri called it the sensory room. One of three rooms at the very top of his business complex. They surrounded the central steps up to the observation spire, a tower topped with a glass dome that was reminiscent of a nineteen fifties-style flying saucer from the ground. Of the other two rooms, one was a bedroom where I slept. The third was... much worse than this one.
"I need you to ride me."
Dimitri was in the swing seat gently swaying back and forth. His naked body was its usual perfect form. Toned and tanned with its light brush of body hair covering his legs and chest.
His cock was hard, pointing straight from his thick bush with his ball bag taut between his thighs.
I was naked as I almost always was. The little girl waiting to please my Master at every command. And that's what I did now.
I stepped forward, holding his gaze, opening my legs to go either side of him. Stirrups hung down at the sides of the swing and I put my foot in one. Placing a hand on his shoulder for support I lifted my other foot. We swung sideways slightly unbalanced until I was secure in both footings.
I lowered myself onto his cock as he put his head back and enjoyed the feeling of entering me.
"Uhh. That's so good." He gasped.
I'd be a liar if I didn't agree. The sex was good. Always energetic. Always deeply satisfying. But also, always without choice. Dimitri Pappas fucked me how and when he wanted. And for me, my only option was complete and absolute obedience.
His hands held my hips as I settled onto him with a twisting, rolling pelvis action.
"Mmm."
My pussy oozed its nectar and lubricated his shaft. A hot, hard rod of meat that filled me completely.
I rocked my hips and the hammock seat swung back and forth with the same rhythm with which I rode his thick, hot cock.
"Uh. Uh. Uh."
Faster and harder, until I was lifting myself to the tip of his crown before slapping my arse cheeks back against his thighs and hips. I knew by now how he liked it. I did everything I should. His pleasure was important. I was conditioned to please him.
Dimitri moved his hands to hold my tits and I was grateful to have their violent bounce reduced to a more gentle roll over my chest.
"Your pussy's so tight and wet."
The fucking became more frantic and I gasped for air, staring upwards in a daze as the swing chair swayed ever more wildly. It was a ride in every sense.
With my legs spread wide it took longer for me to cum. Pressed together with pressure on my clit it was easy, but that luxury was just a memory from my previous life when I'd fingered myself alone. Now I was Dimitri's, and like this, I could fuck for ages. Of course, that is how he liked it. And when I did cum. It was always so fucking intense.
"Oh my god." I cried out.
My body convulsed as the contractions in my pussy gripped his cock. I wanted to clamp my legs together, but in the swing, I couldn't. That just made it all the stronger.
"Uhh."
A wave of euphoria raced up my spine and for a moment my head was in another world, free of my torment. Then in an instant, I was back in the here and now riding his cock hard to be sure I pleased him.
Dimitri went rigid as he approached his moment of release. His face set in concentration, his cock throbbed. And then he exploded with a gasp of relief as though I'd set him free from some earthly dungeon.
"Ahh."
As his warm cum pumped into me, easing our friction I kept my movements up until he was done. Only then did I dare relax.
"Oh, Callie.
That was so beautiful."
His hand brushed down my face with a tenderness that belied my situation.
As our ecstasy subsided, so did the swaying chair. I slipped from his lap and knelt in front of him. I knew what pleased him. And I knew emptying his sack a second time in my mouth was his ultimate delight. I didn't intend to disappoint even though I knew it would be a long drawn-out affair. But what else did I have to do? This had become the sole purpose of my existence.
I took him in my mouth as soon as he climbed out of the swing.
After he'd gone I climbed the staircase into the observation lounge. I didn't know how high up it was. Five hundred feet maybe? A long, long way given the ideas forming in my mind.
I often stood in this glass bowl and stared out across the city. A human goldfish whose world was restricted to this circular view.
There was a wrought iron walkway around the outside. An open framework I could look down through. I'd never once been out there. It was frightening to be so high up and see the drop between my toes. No. I stayed where it felt safe.
At one time I'd felt so self-conscious being naked to the sky. I was convinced the city could see me, or that a helicopter would appear from behind a cloud at any moment. Now I accepted the reality of my invisibility. No one could see me up here. Except maybe, if there was anyone out there with a high-powered telescope. Then they'd have a look at Dimitri Pappas's most prized possession. More valuable to him than his entire business empire. His servant and toy. A sad, lonely figure of what he called 'nature's perfection' existing only to pleasure him like he was one of those gods he so often spoke about.
I didn't care anymore if that was what someone saw. For me, this dome had become the only extension to my prison that offered a sense of liberation. I took pleasure in seeing the sky. Clouds forever changing. Sometimes sparse and wispy. Other times dark and angry. Never the same. Always a constant backdrop to the towers of mankind. Engineering marvels of glass and steel that reached towards the heavens. Inside each and every one, people went about their daily lives. Thousands, living, working and loving freely. All of them. Everyone except me.
But slowly, I had formulated a plan to be free. To join the real world once again.
ONE
My story had begun almost a year earlier. A journey into Tartarus, the deepest regions of Hades, the Greek underworld, one step at a time. To a Christian, it was a descent through Dante's rings of hell, a lure that had become darker and more despairing at each level.
A simple application letter for a job after leaving college had led me to my imprisonment. Even now I remember clearly the innocence of sitting in my parent's living room with a laptop balanced on my legs as I completed the application form and uploaded evidence of my right to work. I'd been so hopeful. The excitement of moving into adulthood. Of having responsibility and my own money. That was the promise.
I wasn't a genius and I hadn't studied anything clever. Just basic business skills. I had no mapped-out career path or even a clear idea of what I wanted to do in my life. I just went with the flow and I thought the role of Sales Clerk was an ideal first position. It was advertised as part of a school business partnership. A recruitment path for leavers to begin their work life.
The company was Pappas Industries. A multinational business that specialises in modern heating solutions. Heat pumps, heat recovery and solar systems. That sort of thing. All green and virtuous. Working there would be doing my little bit to save the planet.
I didn't have a clue about any of it technically, despite the numerous talks various engineers and salespeople had given to groups in my school. But then my job was very basic. I only had to answer calls and ask for simple information from a crib sheet. The real salespeople with specialist knowledge took over from me once I'd established a customer's requirements. I was the lowest of the low and I had little expectation that I'd ever be anything more. I didn't even think that far ahead. My head remained in student mode. I had left school, but I was still a sixth former in my thoughts. I took it one day at a time.
