Barney tried to get away from momma's grip. He loved her so. But she scared him sometimes. Everyone said she was a godly woman. She was always talking about Jesus and the Lord. Only, that talk got terrifying when momma had one of her spells. She hissed at him, then. She said nasty words about being a filthy thing put into her by the sins of men. That was when she put him in the tub to wash away the filth. But she was holding him underwater far too long, more than the other baptisms, there was no air, momma didn't let go how much he slapped her. He wriggled out running out of the bathroom into the living room
Momma chased him.
He threw something at her.
She went down with her forehead going crack against a table--
Barney's eyes snapped open. His heart thundered in his chest while his body tensed up ready to fight. He wasn't much on flight. Eyes still bleary from sleep darted about looking for a threat. There was none, of course. Just his cabin with grey light coming through the window above the front door. Wet snow patterned against the glass. A sorrowful-sounding wind sighed around outside. Barney tensed when he heard a moan and the clink of chains from under the blankets by his feet. Times past, there had been unfortunate accidents whenever he had woken up from nightmares with a girl in his bed. He'd have to pay off the odd working girl for a busted nose or marks on her neck. He had better control now. They were no danger. Not like the ghost of the sumbitch or his own momma that he saw in the shadows whenever the night terrors came.
Seems he had a new set of nightmares adopted from Portia.
He flicked aside the blanket to his right. At least she was sleeping soundly. The redhead was curled up against his calf at the foot of the bed. A chain ran from her leather slave collar to one corner of the sofa bed frame. Leather ankle cuffs locked together discouraged her from trying to run while he slept. Her hands behind her back lay still in the cuffs locked in the small of her back to the belly chain. She mewed like a kitten when he shifted his leg away. On the opposite came light snoring. Charlie was in a ball with her back to him. A bit of drool came from the corner of her mouth. She muttered a curse when he reached down to lightly tug on her blonde hair. Something about "brats". Barney gave a much harsher tug. The girl's blue eyes snapped open. Panic filled them when she realized where she was. She immediately snapped into a damn near picture perfect slave kneel: thighs wide; back arched to press her tits out against the grey sleep t-shirt; head bowed like the submissive slut she was meant to be.
Charlie whimpered in fear when his hand came up. Must have just occurred to her that she had cursed him out. She trembled under his touch as he slid a hand up the inside of one thigh. The chain leashing her to the bed clinked while she shifted side to side. She rose up when her bruised ass rested too much on her heels. He ran a fingertip along her slit. The girl moaned lightly as her pussy moistened. Her cheeks were as red as her ass had been when her hips bucked to his thumb on her hooded clit. She very much didn't want to be feeling what she was feeling. With a thrust, Barney rammed three fingers into her. Charlie clenched her jaw while he rooted around inside her sore cunt. Her insides gripped him out of the instinct trained into her over many rapes the past day and a half. Sweat dropped down her forehead when he finally slid the used sponge out of her.
Barney had a pee bottle meant for old people. Sometimes a body didn't want to get up after rubbing off a piss hard on in the morning. He had an attachment for womanly use that he screwed on. Charlie blushed even harder when she released into it. Barney used some tissues kept beside the bed for when he didn't have a girl handy to wipe her clean. The blonde looked shyly at him when he did that. Ignoring it, Barney reached into the bottom drawer of the nightstand to his left. He lifted up the nice, thick dildo to let Charlie see it. The scent of aroused pussy came from under the hem of the shirt while he lubed it up. The slave barely held position when he worked it into her. Not big enough to rival his. But more than enough to keep her reminded of her place. Charlie bowed her head lower when the anal plug filled her ass. The tiny wriggle of her hips and the way she bit her lower lip said a lot.
Tears dropped down her cheeks when he put her in a simple chastity belt beneath her shirt.. It was just a steel ring that he centered just above the top of her slit. A thin leather strap with steel friction buckles on either end cut into her waist. The crotch strap sewn into the middle of it was even thinner. Charlie hissed when it buried itself deep between her asscheeks and cuntlips. She panted when the nasty little surprise in the front of the crotch strap pressed to her clit. Barney had glued bits of those rubber office thimbles to there; little rubber nubs dug into her sensitive spot through the thin hood of flesh supposed to protect it. Barney couldn't help an evil smile as the poor slave realized she was going to be on the edge for most of the day. Goddamn, somehow she looked even sexier in that t-shirt with bedhead hair than dolled up in the slave harness.
Barney carefully set aside the bottle, and dumped the sponge and tissues into a garbage can on the other side of the bed. He smirked a bit as he heard Charlie groan at finding out a sealed cunt could be worse than an open one. His dick was already iron hard. But he wanted to savor her. Charlie knee walked to him all trembling when he reeled her in by the chain. He slipped a leg between her spread thighs to work a knee against her pussy. The blonde's eyelids fluttered as she ground herself against him. Tears dripped down her cheeks as she found out no amount of grinding against him could push her over the edge. Hooking a pinkie into the ring on the front of her collar, he drew her in close for a deep kiss while clapping hand one hand on an asscheek. Her yelp of pain was muffled by his lips sealing hers. His cock rubbed against her thigh while she moaned into his mouth. A man might think she was eager swirling her tongue with his. Barney knew she was desperate to show she was an obedient little slut worth keeping alive. Not to mention hoping he might give her relief. Still. He appreciated it. He caressed the back of her head while his other hand kneaded a test through thin cotton.
"Good girl," Barney said. "But slow down toy. This is a marathon. Not a sprint."
"Yes, master." Charlie kissed him more gently. "Like this, master? She's sorry. This slave is always fucking up, she can never do anything right--"
"Now, that's your momma speaking." Barney couldn't help tensing a bit. Damn dreams. "And your momma has no say here. You only listen to me, hear? You're doing right fine, toy."
"Thank you, master." Blue eyes stared up at him. White teeth worried her lower lip. "Is it wrong to say that this slave likes it when master tells her that she is doing good? Master is the only one that has said that to her besides P--uh, trinket."
"Well, as long as you ain't trying to snow me about loving me or anything," Barney warned.
