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Chapter Nine

At some point, I must have fallen asleep even though the bench was not exactly comfortable despite the padding. I woke when I heard a slight noise outside in the corridor and my heart instantly started pounding in anticipatory fear. Would she cane me again? She had threatened to whip my soft slit and I shivered in terror at the prospect. Would she really use me as her toilet slave? Fear and fascination vied for dominance in my mind and I whimpered like an abandoned puppy as I heard the bolt slide back.

There was a momentary pause and then the door creaked open. Another short interval while my heart thudded like a bass drum in my chest and then the light flickered on and I gasped in disbelief as I saw a tall man standing by my side, dressed all in black and wearing a mask. Immediately, I opened my mouth to scream but before any sound emerged, his hand was clamped over my lips and his soft voice was whispering reassuringly in my ear.

"Keep quiet, Alana. I am here to release you, not to hurt you further."

There was something familiar in his voice and in the dark grey eyes that looked straight into my own green orbs from above the black silk of his mask. I relaxed and he released my mouth, sensing my acquiescence. A key materialised as if by magic in his hand and he bent down and uncuffed my wrists swiftly then my ankles and I wearily tried to stand. My muscles felt cramped and weak though and my body had been beaten and abused over the last few hours so I nearly fell flat on my face. Fortunately, he must have been expecting it because his strong arms caught me and held me upright and then we walked slowly towards the door and freedom from Megan's torture chamber.

We were just a couple of paces away when Megan Troy, followed by her father, stepped into the opening and blocked it, hand idly pointing a gun right at the mystery man's torso.

"Stop where you are!" she commanded, eyes narrowing to slits while her finger tightened slightly on the trigger.

We obeyed and I felt suddenly sick at being so near to escaping from the woman's evil clutches. I looked up at the man holding me but he stayed stock still, focusing all his attention on Megan and the unwavering barrel of the pistol.

"Now hand back the records that you stole from my father's safe or I am going to shoot you!" Megan hissed.

"You'll do that anyway so why should I make it easy for you, sister dear?" the man responded and my heart bounded like a deer in season as I realised that it was Lars who had come to rescue me.

"So it is you behind that stupid mask, Lars!" Senator Troy commented, moving slightly forward and peering over his daughter's shoulder.

"Indeed it is, Senator Troy," Lars responded, voice as flat as a pancake.

"Father please!" the senator replied.

"You lost all rights to that title years ago. Scheming and plotting to destroy others, covering up for Megan's crimes, stealing from the state. Something that these records will show no doubt!"

"Just give them back and this can all be sorted out, Lars," pleaded the senator. "Don't bring our family down like this!"

"Our family? It's not mine any more, senator. Did I forget to tell you that I found my birth mother still alive a few months ago. She survived the brothel that you sold her off to after she gave birth to me. Survived the drugs and the drink and the men fucking her each night though now it's all caught up with her and she only has a few more weeks to live. I just hope that she will live long enough to see you disgraced!"

The senator's dark brown eyes dropped for an instant and I wondered if he felt any shame for his actions. Then they flickered across to look at me and I saw the malice lurking within and shivered.

"He isn't going to change his mind. Lars has been like that since a baby so you may as well let me shoot him," stated Megan calmly.

"Don't you want to have some fun with me first, adopted sister? Or are you still smarting from being kicked out of my bed after you crawled into it uninvited?" responded Lars, goading her. Megan's face flushed and I knew that she was going to squeeze the trigger soon. I had to do something and so I collapsed on the floor, pretending to faint in order to distract her for a few precious moments.

Lars seized his chance and kicked out at her, knocking the gun from her hand and sending it bouncing off the door frame. It dropped to the floor and Megan bent down to grab it again. I got there first though, sticking out my hand and wrapping my fingers round the black metal. Megan took a step forward to get nearer but Lars punched her, catching her with a classic uppercut that knocked her clean out. Using his momentum, he rushed forward and grabbed the senator, spinning him round despite his bulk and ramming him head-first into the brick wall outside. There was a dull thud and then the senator crumpled to the floor in a heap whilst I managed to snatch a breath.

"Class move, Alana, pretending to faint like that!" commented Lars, leaning down and extending a hand. I grabbed it eagerly and he pulled me back to my feet.

"Beautiful punch, Lars! Wish I could have done that!" I remarked, looking down at the sprawling figure of Megan. His dark grey eyes roamed across my naked body and I blushed before he replied, "You can get your own back now if you wish, Alana. After what she has done to you then I wouldn't blame you at all."

I considered the idea for a moment or two then murmured, "That's just not me, Lars. I prefer to be the one being punished, not the one wielding the whip or cane."

He stared at me for a while then laughed, reaching out his hand and tilting my chin up so that I had to look straight into his smoky eyes, before he added, "Then we should make a perfect couple as I like to be the one in charge. I think that's the only way that I am like my adopted sister!"

My thoughts ran wild as he bent down and picked Megan up easily in his arms. Lars carried her over to the bench where I had been and then, after stripping off her gown, laid her on it before he swiftly cuffed her to it. He returned and dragged the senator across the floor until he reached the pillory, then, after a little help from me, he locked him securely into it and stood back to admire his handiwork.

"That should keep them out of mischief for a while. Maybe even long enough for me to examine these records and see if there is enough in there to get them prosecuted. I am sure the security police will be interested in some of the paperwork that I acquired from the senator's safe earlier."

"Do you really want to bring the Troys down, Lars? You are one yourself...sort of!"

"Not any more, Alana. I've spent the last year or so planning to bring this bastard down and Megan deserves all that she gets too!"

"That's true!" I said with feeling. "She was going to let the senator have me then make me her personal toilet slave or something! Cut my nipples off and even my tongue out!"

"So let's hope that she gets sent to a prison where some woman makes her life an absolute misery! Here, put this on and then we can leave these two to wait for justice!" Lars remarked, handing me Megan's silken gown.

Taking my hand once I had put the dress on, Lars led me out of the room, along the corridor and up the stairs.

"What about her two bodyguards?" I inquired, fear flooding through me suddenly at the thought of being captured when I was so near to freedom.

"You don't need to worry about them. I paid them a visit when I first came into the house. Took me just a few moments to incapacitate them. The pair of them are gagged and tied up securely upstairs. In fact, it's only thanks to them blurting out that you were locked up down here that I knew you had disappeared from Breanna's house."

"How did you know that I was living at Breanna's?" I asked thoughtfully as we emerged into the hall and headed towards the front door. A servant appeared and looked at us both in puzzlement before he recognised Lars and bowed before scurrying away.

"Because I am your owner!" announced Lars with a wide grin spreading across his face at my resulting look of surprise.

"You?" I squeaked.

"Yes...me! Breanna doesn't really have two pennies to rub together as I fund her through one of my companies. I told her to go to the auction and purchase you whatever it took. It was the only way I could think of to keep you out of the senator's hands. You remind him so much of your mother that he was determined to have you and Megan, it seems, wanted you so that she could inflict pain on your beautiful body."

"So you are my lord and master then?" I asked, still wanting reassurance as we slipped out of the house and down the imposing marble steps.

"I suppose so...though, as far as I am concerned, it is only a technicality," Lars remarked. "You are free to go where you wish and to do what you wish once the Troys are dealt with!"

I frowned at the idea of going anywhere away from him! One way or the other, I was determined to stick around and be with him.

"What about the controlling chip in my brain?" I inquired after a few moments of silence.

"That can be neutralised according to a friend I have who works in that field. Just a minor operation under local anaesthetic and then you will not have to obey your lord and master any more."

"Pity!" I stated before I thought about it and Lars stopped for a moment and looked down at me, right eyebrow rising quizzically.

"What do you mean by that?"

I blushed, face growing as red as my hair and refused to answer, staring down at the ground.

"Come on, Alana, tell me!" he stated firmly, tilting my chin up with one of his large hands. Still I stayed silent, unable to voice my desire to be with him and to obey him.

"So I am going to have to command you to tell me the truth, am I?" he murmured, bending forward until his lips were just an inch or so away from mine whilst his storm-cloud eyes stared deeply into my sea-green ones. Still I stayed silent and he just smiled briefly at my stubbornness then led me by the hand through the narrow lanes until we got to Breanna's house.

Chapter Ten

It was over a week before I saw Lars again. Seven days when my body healed up swiftly, stripes vanishing and bruises fading from purple to sickly yellow before they disappeared altogether. Breanna, clearly feeling guilty that I had been taken when under her care, fussed around me, pampering me on Lars' orders. He had vanished quicker than my weals once he had returned me to safety and I pined for him, longing to hold him in my arms and to feel his lips on mine. As the days drifted by, I started to despair, thinking that I had blown my chance to tell him how I really felt about him when he had asked me to tell him the truth and I had stayed silent. Why hadn't I just allowed myself to explain that I loved the idea of being with him? That I had been in love with him for years?

Even watching Marcus be punished for his part in my abduction did not cheer me up. He had, of course, denied any involvement but Callis had searched his room and found a stash of spice weed hidden under a loose floor tile. Even then, the slave had refused to admit his guilt but Breanna had flown at him like a wildcat, raking her long fingernails down his face while Callis had held him tightly.

"You have betrayed me, slave, and I should give you to the state to punish you but instead I think I am going to let Callis enjoy himself before throwing you out on the streets!" she snarled once she had calmed down a little. "Though that's going to be after I have worn out my arm whipping your sorry excuse for a body!"

Breanna meant what she said apparently and she whipped him steadily on his back and buttocks after Callis had stripped him and tied him to a flogging post. Then she had him turned round to face her and she continued to use her little whip, aiming at his thighs and cock and I watched the latter rise into erection despite the pain that flashed through his body with every stroke that caressed it. I remembered how I had felt as the pain had washed through my senses and how excited I had become and I puzzled on such a strange reaction. It seemed that men could react in the same way and I stared at his cock as it steadily dripped tiny clear globules of precome until Breanna finally exhausted her strength and handed Marcus over to Callis.

"As he sold out Alana and is responsible for her being abused, Callis, I think that you can start off by sliding that lovely thick cock of yours inside him. That should make him squeal and scream even more than the whipping he's just suffered!" Breanna announced wickedly, sliding her hand down Marcus' body and fondling his cock for a few moments before she started slapping it instead. I could not tear my eyes away as Callis grinned, swung Marcus round and bent him over a nearby table. The hapless slave tried to escape but Callis held him almost dismissively with one hand then tied Marcus' wrists together before looping the rope under the table and tying it to his ankles.

Stepping back, he pulled his tunic off over his head then removed his loincloth and his massive black cock stood out, gleaming in the light and clearly ready for action. I shivered, remembering how the monster had felt as it had slid up inside my tight anal hole. Breanna grinned and dragged me closer so that I could have a better view and I swallowed hard as I watched the bulbous glans push forward between the slave's spread cheeks. A horrified groan came from Marcus' throat followed by a scream as Callis pressed relentlessly forward. A flood of warmth rushed through me and I suddenly wished that it was me bent over the table and Lars standing behind me with his cock pressing insistently into my anus. I stared at the scene as Callis gripped Marcus' hips tightly and pushed in further, making the slave squeal again then came the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh. Callis pumped hard and fast while Marcus screamed and cried for mercy but there was none to be had. Instead, Breanna left my side and walked in front of him, bending down to stare into his pain-filled eyes, her lips parting into a revenge-filled smile as her hands reached under the table and grasped his prick.

"So very, very hard, Marcus. Clearly, you are enjoying being fucked by another man so much that I might have to invite the rest of my male slaves to have a go afterwards. Would you like that?"

"No!" squealed Marcus in desperation but Breanna merely laughed and stroked his cock, feeling it pulse in time with the lunging thrusts into his sore anal tube.

"This seems to say that you lie!" she opined, raking her sharp nails down his shaft then giggling as he came, pumping his spunk over her hands and then out onto the tiled floor. Breanna stood up and wiped his essence dismissively over his tear-stained face then took me by the hand and led me out of the room, turning her head and telling Callis to make Marcus available to the other house slaves when he had finished.

I spent the rest of the afternoon pleasuring Breanna. Her pussy was dripping wet to say the least and I licked and slurped at the moist flesh, revelling in the subtle taste and in being submissive to her desires. After bringing her to three orgasms, I paid homage to her bottom, slithering my stiffened tongue up inside her tightness and twirling it round while her fingers dabbled in my wetness, teasing me with delicate strokes followed by short sharp slaps that sent delicious shards of pain slithering through my senses and up into my mind. I came as she spanked my pussy, pushing my hips up into her palm whilst my tongue darted in and out of her anal hole in a frenzy of delight. She spanked me afterwards for coming without being given permission and, to my everlasting shame, I begged her to cane me or whip me, offering my body up to agony so that I could climax once more. Breanna chuckled at my plaintive appeals then bent down and kissed me lovingly, remarking that Lars had reserved that pleasure for himself.

"I can spank you and tease you and use you for my pleasure but anything else has now been forbidden until he returns," she announced, pinching my nipples delightfully.

"So he is coming back then?"

"Very soon, my little Alana. Once he has dealt with the Troys, Lars will return and deal with you..."

Chapter Eleven

It was only another two days and yet it seemed like an eternity before Lars did finally return. It was the soft kiss on my lips that woke me from an arousing dream and for a moment, my eyes registered only puzzlement as they stared up into his dark grey orbs.

"Awake at last, my little slave?" he teased then continued to mockingly chide me for lazing around when my master had need of me.

"How may I serve you, lord and master?" I replied, heart beating faster at the thought of what he might ask. I felt my pussy flood with warmth and wetness as my mind filled with ideas. I wanted his hand to spank my bottom cheeks, his fingers to stroke my slippery labia, his cock to slide into me and take the thin barrier between me and womanhood. I desired pleasure but mixed with pain and my clitoris throbbed in time with my heart as I waited for his reply.

"A thirst-quenching drink with plenty of ice would be a good beginning," he murmured and I tried to hide my disappointment as I slid off the chaise longue I had been sleeping on and went to find him what he wanted. If only it had been me that he wanted so much, I thought to myself bitterly as I returned, bearing a tall glass of fruit juice liberally sprinkled with spherical ice cubes. What could I do to make him desire me? I smiled slightly as a thought crept into my brain and, before I could think about the consequences of my actions, I allowed myself to trip, spilling the cold contents all over his tunic.

"You clumsy ...!" Lars shouted, jumping up from the chaise and scattering sticky juice everywhere. I tried to look contrite but my lips quivered on the verge of a grin as I stepped away from his hand as it swung out to grab me. He took a step forward and I took one back. It became like a courtship dance as I mirrored his movements, always keeping myself just out of his reach despite his mesmeric grey eyes fixing on mine.

"Playing hard to get, are we, Alana? Should I use my word of command perhaps?"

I remained silent though I hoped that he wouldn't. My attraction to him was so strong that I did not need to be forced to do anything that he wanted; he only had to ask and I would obey! I knew I wanted him to know that, to realise it for himself though and so I continued to elude him, slipping round the room as I waited to see what he would do.

"I think that when I catch you, young lady, then I am going to spank that perfect bottom very hard indeed for being so mischievous," he murmured, moving faster and making me scurry away sideways like a crab. His fingertips grazed my tunic and my pulse quickened again, thumping in my ears as his hand then caught the loose flap of my collar. The thin material tore instantly, leaving me exposed to the waist and I shrieked in outraged modesty then blushed as he laughed loudly and released his grip.

He caught hold again as I tried to dart past him and this time he held on, ripping my tunic right down the middle until it hung like tattered rags on my shoulders, exposing my nakedness to his avid grey eyes. His hands shifted to my waist and then he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, swatting my bare bottom hard as he walked over to the couch and deposited me face-first over it.

"Now that is a pretty sight, Alana," he remarked as I lay there with my arse cheeks exposed fully. "Though those cheeks are a little too pale at the moment so let me see what I can do about that!"

Pinning me in place easily with one hand in the small of my back, Lars began to smack my pert posterior, making the flesh ripple and wobble as his hard hand landed. The crisp noise echoed round the room and excited me greatly as did the sharp stinging that slid through my senses and up into my mind.