Issue Twenty ~ Enslaved
Chapter One
"Good morning, Master." Starling kept her head bowed as she entered Dominion's office. She could not believe how comfortable she'd gotten calling him that. It had been several days since the first time he had forced her to say it, and it was already becoming second nature. She didn't even have to remind herself it was just to placate him anymore.
"Slave," he acknowledged from the big, comfy-looking chair set cattycorner to his desk. He was wearing his usual fatigues and formfitting black shirt, topped of course by the black mask with that white horned design rimming the eyeholes.
She knew better than to look him in the eyes but could practically feel his gaze slither over her naked curves. She resisted the urge to cover herself, knowing he considered her body his property and that that would result in punishment. She barely remembered what it was like to wear clothing, still her perpetual nakedness was something she could not get used to or accept. Aside from being constantly cold and the incessant humiliation of being ogled by his men, it was a continual reminder of her objectification...of her enslavement.
...which is probably the point of it,
she realized depressingly.
Dominion cleared his throat impatiently. "You may begin your practice, slave."
Starling nodded and knelt between Dominion's legs as he eased back in the chair. In one hand he brandished the remote to her shock collar, making sure she saw it. His hazel eyes studied her intently, continuing to watch for signs of subterfuge.
Yeah, you better keep your guard up,
she thought slyly.
One slip, one chink in the armor...and I'll make my escape!
The captive girl kept her head bowed, so he could not see the defiance play through her emerald eyes. She quickly unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped his fatigues, taking out his cock. She licked her ruby lips, hesitating for a teasing moment while flashing a shy glance upwards. Even flaccid, his cock was large and pleasantly shaped. It was quickly becoming the one part of this man she did not despise.
Her tongue flicked over his cock, and it twitched in immediate response. She covered every inch with her sweet, warm saliva, feeling the warmth spread as he began to swell. Her soft, velvety tongue slipped and slid along his shaft as it grew stiff and rigid for her. Soon she was able to curl her delicate fingers around the slick base and lavish the head with kisses. When the first pearl of precum seeped from the tip, she stole it hungrily.
Her hand stroked gently, continuing to coax his erection and milking more salty, gleaming beads. She lapped up each one, making barely audible moans of appreciation. His rigid member throbbed in her soft little hand and Starling heard Dominion groan deep in his chest. She teased him a moment longer, then opened her mouth and devoured his cock.
She pushed all the way down, gagging herself and savoring the spasm that ran down his shaft when the head hit the back of her throat. Starling gagged but leaned forward, spilling crimson tresses across his hips and thighs and began to bob and suck. Her soft lips slid along his shaft, even as her tongue writhed against it. She moaned with his cock in her mouth, and Dominion responded in kind feeling the scintillating reverberation.
Sucking harder, bobbing faster, Starling grew a bit too eager. She let herself hurry, wanting the blowjob to be over and trying to make him cum. A big hand reached down, coiling into her scarlet mane and taking hold.
"Slow down," Dominion instructed, slowing her pace considerably. "Worship... worship your Master's cock!"
The words sent a shiver of humiliation down her spine. He guided her head, dragging her plump lips up and down, almost agonizingly slow, until the redhead couldn't hold back an impatient whimper. No doubt, he liked the meek, needy sound of her wanting, but he liked her obedience even more...and Starling gave it to him!
Surrendering to his strong grip at the back of her head, she followed his unspoken direction. Precise and responsive, the captive would do exactly what he wanted; lick, suck, bob, speed up, slow down, allowing him complete control with just a handful of red hair. Her lips trembled against his shaft, dripping spit and precum. Her tongue squirmed in her mouth as moans vibrated through his cock, and she whimpered, practically begging for his cum.
Gawd, am I really just becoming his sex slave?
Shame burned through the young woman as she gave in to her captor's desires.
He'd only punish me if I resisted but...how blurry is the line between helplessness and submission?
Between her lips, Dominion's cock grew harder by the moment. He pushed her down all the way, spreading her jaw almost painfully and making her gag. Starling tried to relax her throat, as he forced her down again and again but every time the head of his cock stabbed the back of her throat, a spasm crawled through her chest. A thick web of saliva and precum formed between her lips and his shaft, streaming down her chin whenever he pulled back far enough to allow her to gasp a quick breath. Feeling his grip tighten in her hair, she had no choice but to follow his lead, pushing down until her nose scraped his zipper and choking on his rigid shaft. She clamped her lips firmly and sucked hard as he pulled her head back.
Finally, she heard him grunt as the telltale quiver ran through his cock just before filling her mouth with sticky cum. Starling gulped the warm load, pumping her hand gently to milk every drop. She dragged her tongue along the sensitive underside, knowing it would push him over the edge!
"FFFFuck!" Dominion growled in ecstasy, his legs shuddered violently, and he shoved her away.
Starling rocked back, feeling the coarse carpet under her naked ass, and looking up at him with big doe eyes. She licked his cum from her lips, playing the part of submissive sex slave well. Part of her hated, despised how easy it seemed, but a slightly bigger part knew she needed to keep up the charade until she figured out a way to escape...although every day that passed made it harder to believe such a way existed. Once again, she silently questioned the clarity of the line between "playing" sex slave and "being" a sex slave.
"Good, very good," Dominion hummed, his head rocking back against the chair. "You improve every day! Although I'm not sure you could get much better..."
"Thank you, Master," Starling forced the response.
Having to "practice" sucking cock was its own brand of humiliating. The night she'd given him such a lousy blowjob, after calling him "Master" for the first time, she hadn't been in the right frame of mind, or any frame of mind in that post-orgasmic moment. At least he was teaching her what he liked, which would make it easier to please him and maybe take some of the pressure off...
Ugh! Gawd, am I really thinking this way?
She cut off that train of thought, disgusted with herself.
It's not like I have a choice, I'm completely at Dominion's mercy here...who knows if I'll ever get out of here...
Her despair was interrupted as Dominion handed her a green breakfast smoothie. She grimaced, twisting off the lid and sniffing the grassy sweetness. It wasn't that the smoothie was bad, just that it had been her only sustenance since she'd gotten there.
"I miss coffee," she murmured, trying to remember the last time she had any.
I can't even remember how long I've been here...two weeks? Three?
"What was that?" Dominion barked.
"Erm, nothing, Master," she replied, quickly taking a big gulp of the green liquid.
"I want to know what you said, slave."
Starling hung her head, anticipating some kind of imminent punishment. "I said I miss coffee, Master."
