In Servitude

Gil Bates:

"I rather doubt that's the reason as many are far large, but I have no doubt my earlier commands to her are the reason she chose not to do as either of you told her to do," and his inflection in the last word to Angelique leaves no doubt about what he feels she is, "slave."

"Drake, if you'll excuse me for a few minutes I'll go and collect the slave and be right back," Gil says as he heads for the game room door.
 
DRAKE

After Gill left the room, I ordered Kyle to his knees to attach the chain to his collar and cuff his hands behind his back. Then I commanded Angelique to assume the same position next to him.
" Oh please Master Drake...not again." she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Weary of her constant games...I grabbed her and forced her to her knees.
" Your tears don't work....and it wasn't very smart to insult Bates...and arouse his temper." I said snapping the cuffs on tight.
" But Sebella said it...not me." Angelique pleaded.
" There are some things you shouldn't repeat !"
" What if she finds a razor in the bathroom...I saw her with one !" Angel announced.
Somewhat concerned, I looked at her...firm breasts heaving, visable under the sheer short dress. Damn...years ago I had a slave in training who tried to commit suicide...
" Are you sure she has a razor ?"

This is all I needed....
 
Gill Bate:

He reached his suite and entered it then crossed to the en suite bathroom and tried the door. It was locked as the slave had said.

"My little bitch it's your Master. Open the door for me.
"I am neither angry nor displeased with you. In fact quite the reverse. You've pleased me by your obedience to my commands, my instructions to you so you've earned a reward from me.
"Now open the door as I've asked little bitch."
 
Sebella didn't know if he was lieing or not, his voice seemed sincere enough, that doesn't mean anything. After a moments of hesitation, trying to dry her tears she stood and unlocked the door stepping back against the back wall.

"I'm scared to go down there..... I don't trust myself around him... I don't want to do something I will regret...."

Slid against the wall and sat back down, hiding her face on her knees.

"And I'm hungry.."

The whole time she spoke softly, it wasn't out of anger or fear, it was from being unsure of things. Seriously didn't trust Bates in the least, for now, she had no other choice.
 
Gil Bates:

He entered the bathroom when she unlocked the door and listened as he looked down at her.

He moved to her and squatted in front of her. His hand cupped her face and lifted it so that she looked into his eyes as he spoke to her in a soft voice, "My little bitch believe it or not I can understand all you're going through.
"Let me promise you something, actually several things.
"One I will hurt you, but never like last night unless you've done something that requires you be punished. The hurt I will give you the rest of the time will be to make you cum as long, as hard and as deeply as you did last night.
"Two, like it or not, you're mine. Either I will win you or I will buy you, but you're mine now my sweet little bitch. I see great potential within you that you just don't wish to face or acknowledge as yet.
"You did last night, but think that was forced from you. I, however, know it was the true you speaking from deep inside of you.
"As mine, my slave you'll never want for anything at all ever. You will serve me, you will obey me, you will please me and give me pleasure and I, in return, will give you more than you can begin to imagine and not just material things either.
"Now, as you finally did last night, you have to believe me, trust me and obey me.
"Can you do that my little bitch?"
 
Her was pounding hard when he stepped closer, fresh tears came from her eyes as he spoke of what will happen, regardless of what she wants. Speaking just as softly and cautiously of her words;

"Your the one that took everything from me.... How can you possibly know how that feels? As for trust, I don't trust very easily. Specially in a situation like this...and with you calling me bitch all time....
"But, right now, it is me I don't trust. I don't wish for another punishment, though, if I go down there......."

Closed her eyes for a moment, wishing all this would go away, knowing it wouldn't.

"I don't like him, I don't wish to do something I will regret.. Please, either blindfold me, or let me eat in the kitchen or even bind my hands.
"I only trust you now because I have no choice, you took that as well. But, I have a choice to prevent a foolish act ..... Please..."

Looked up back up into his eyes, for some strange reason she found comfort there, still, she feared that as well.
 
Gil Bates:

"Very well little one a reasonable request to help prevent you from earning a painful punishment. Come with me my sexy little bitch, it is a term of endearment regardless of how you're taking it. Listen to the tone of my voice as I say it to decide if it is or not."

He leads the way into the bedroom and places a Mindfold-trademark blindfold on her, it allows the eyes to be open or closed, but prevents seeing anything except blackness. He then clips her wrists cuffs behind her back, tells her to open her mouth and slips in a small penis gag then buckles it behind her head, "To prevent you blurting out something you'd regret," he explains.

He has her upper arm and is heading toward the door as he continues, "Now obey me as quickly and as well as you're able regardless of your thoughts or apparent feelings.
"I'll be there and all will be just fine my sexy little bitch."
 
Sebella didn't like this one bit, everything was stripped from her. Thoughts flooded her mind as he bound her, her will and mind wasn't meant to be slave. Way to independant for such things, and now, all that was lost. Having to souly depend on someone she didn't trust, someone she didn't like. Allowing him to bind her, even if it was for her own good.

The whole time all she could think of was pain from last night, she could feel how swollen her lips were, the way he had stretched painfully, added to the movements he caused her, how his cock pulled on the lips against the clips pulling as he entered her.. The bruising around her breast from when he bound them, the cuts in her hands from her own nails.

No, she couldn't go through that again, it was to much. Just thinking about it made it all hurt again. It was hard to breath with the gag in her mouth, far from being used to things like that. Struggled to control her breathing, to scared to think about her hunger, being like this anything could happen and she wouldn't be able to stop it... That alone scared her to death, though, all she could do was nod to his words, having to no choice than to trust him now and obey him.
 
Gill Bates:

He reached across his chest to hold her upper arm and guide little bitch as they left his suite and started for the stairs. As they slowly walked his other hand caressed her back and ass, mostly her ass as he talked to her.

"Remember for your own good regardless of what happens remain still and remain where I place you.
"Any display or sounds from you that could be taken as negative will most likely result in punishment little bitch, something neither of us wants to have happen.
"I do enjoy giving pain, but erotic pain to arouse and heighten lust and passion not the pain of punishement. There's no pleasure in that for either of us.
"Be good, be obedient, be respectful and think hard before you do or say anything at all.
"That's my advice to you. Whether you take it or not is up to you as will be any consequences if you don't."

Gill's hand caresses its way under her ass cheeks again and he smiles to himself as he feels a growing wetness there. He wonders if it's from the bondage, the caresses or both and if she'd even admit which if he asked.

Guiding her into the game room, "Well Drake, it was as I thought. She refused to join us when slave and boy told her to as it was counter to my specific instructions to her when I left the suite.
"I've gagged and blindfolded her and bound her to help a brand new slave try to avoid any punishment. It was her request by the way.
"So you see she is trying, but finding it difficult. This may be the bit of help she needed."

Little bitch is led over beside the bar and by pushing down on her shoulder lowered to her knees.

"You will stay right there little bitch and you will spread your legs as you kneel there so I may see your pussy and cunt if it's my wish.
"If you're asked a question a nod or shake of your head is all that's required as an answer," he says as he strokes her head and hair, the shoulder closest to him and her neck.

"Drake have to decided? Straight pool or winner of 3 out of 5 gamrs of eight or nine ball?"
 
Sebella was wondering why he was being so........... Nice?!?! This wasn't the man that almost killed her last night, not with that touch. Closed her eyes, not that it mattered, it almost started to feel good. Being bound like this, blindfolded mostly, only able to feel things that touched her but not being able to touch in return.

Slight tremble ran through her when his hand slid between her thighs, feeling her own wetness made her whimper slightly. It was from everything, her fear, being bound and helpless, his voice and touch. And being so exposed without seeing who was looking at her.

When she kneeled and slowly, very slowly spreaded her legs another whimper escaped, her breathing picked up slightly. Cool air caressed the wetness, making her yearn for his touch. Wanting to lean against him as he caressed her, she didn't know how he could bring comfort like this after what he did last night.

But, it did ease some of her fear. Least enough of it to where she would remain and obey. Course she didn't know how long she could stay in this position, her muscles were still sore from last night, added to her hunger that was slowly returning.

Flinched a little when she heard Drakes voice, trying hard to concentrate and feel Bates hand for that comfort.
 
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Drake...

Sebella avoided my eyes, not looking at me at all. She looked ...different...almost serene, despite her thick, long, tangled mass of curls, which covered half of her body.
I turned to gaze upon my own slave...long dark hair piled high on top of her head...kneeling...nipples protruding through the sheer black materail, her dark eyes blazing...with what ? Excitement ?
" The best of three, 8-ball." I smiled, running the custom stick through my finger's. " Winner take's both females. "

I broke...dropping a low ball into the pocket....
 
Kyle

Kyle watched the girls out of the corner of his eye, not wanting to bring attention to himself. Unfortunately, Angelique was right next to him and her erect nipples and the dress she wore were exciting him. (not that it took much to excite him, he had turned into such a lech and a slut) Being that he was naked, his hardening dick was displayed for all to see. Three possible things could happen. He could get punished, he could be allowed to cum, he could be ignored. Troy thought his odds were good, and he alternated between watch the girls and the game. If he were a betting man, he would wager on Drake.
 
the gameroom....

Kneeling on the floor, I watched the two powerful men play. Beyond a doubt, I prayed that Drake would win...true, I found him to be quite demanding and prone to quick outbursts of anger...but I sensed underneath the facade..Drake really cared for me. Wanted me, despite the countless other's he had trained to be submissive...to be sold on the block.
And I knew if he did win the contest...that Sebella would also be part of the prize.....but I felt I could handle that situation, because I thought Drake resented her upbringing, more or less...the way she didn't like to dress as a woman.
But what I really feared most was Gill Bates....after being forced to spend the night or even an hour alone with him....well, I had the feeling I would PRAY to be put on the slave block. Thinking that maybe I could distract him in some way, I appealed to Drake,
" Master Drake....please uncuff me...I am so uncomfortable !!!" I asked modestly, with lowered lashes......
 
EIGHT-BALL

I banked the two ball in the side pocket, leaving the cue ball in position to sink the seven...which I did with ease.

" Master Drake...please uncuff me...I'm so uncomfortable." Angelique said, rather sweetly.
For a split second I thought ' no' but we needed someone to serve us drinks, and Kyle could barely walk and would most likely spill an entire bottle, so I uncuffed her.
Pour us a drink...everyone needs one....including my worthless manservant.....but hold his glass for him."
I missed my next shot...too busy watching Angelique's ass as she sashayed over to the bar in her high heels. Gill lined up for his shot...only to be interrupted by Angelique, who stood in front of him, almost naked tits thrusting out to distract him...I laughed, amused when he ignored her...sinking the twelve.....
 
Kyle

Angelique was nice enough to bring Kyle a drink and he actually managed to drink half. He suddenly got a cramp in his leg and pitched forward into Angelique. She tripped and fell and Kyle somehow wound up on top of her. Her hands tried to push me off and that was enough for his swollen cock. He came all over Angel's dress and moaned in satisfaction.

Angelique finally managed to push Kyle off her. Kyle smiled up at her, winked and told her thanks.
 
Gill Bates:

Gill was about to shoot the twelve ball into the corner pocket when two nearly bare tits were nearly pushed into the side of his face as Drake's impertinent slave asked if he wanted a drink, which she had on a tray in her hands.

A hesitation to regain his concentration and he stroked the cue ball and sank the twelve setting myself up for the fifteen ball next.

Standing he looked down at her, slowly eyeing her firm jutting tits and their hard nipples before looking into her eyes. Eyes that showed trepidation and fear widened a bit as Gill said, "No slave I do not want a drink. I also do not want to see you near me again when I shooting or even in my line of sight. Is that very, very clear to you slave?
"If so follow your Master's commands and give the boy his drink and help him with it as you were commanded to do.. slave."

Turning back to the table Gill looked over at Drake and winked so the slave couldn't see as he slowly shook his head and smiled at her unsuccessful ploy to distract him.

Bending again he shot the fifteen and thirteen in quick succession before missing his shot at the eleven ball by a fraction of an inch.

"You're shot my friend. Looks like an even game so far. I hope that eight ball won't hinder your shot to much," he chuckles as he steps back from the table and begins to chaulk his cue.
 
Sebellas' jaw was starting to hurt, flinching each time she heard the hit of the balls only made her muscles that much more painful. Feeling eyes on her but not knowing whos or where just drove her insane. Never in all her life felt like this, being uncomfortable while people watched her, part of why she never dressed up, hated people looking at her like she was a peice of meat. Now, thats exactly what they were doing........ With her being naked of all things...

Sadly, she couldn't help herself when all this made her aroused. Making her ache between her thighs to be touched, feeling the wetness grow. Shook her head slightly trying to rid of these thoughts, shifted on her knees trying to get somewhat comfortable to no avail. The gag was the most uncomfortable out of it all, when Drake said drinks, it only made her realize her hunger again.

Fresh tears streamed slowly down her cheek, mostly getting caught in the blindfold. Lowered her head trying hard to keep still, fighting to stay in this position. A position which she hated with each passing second.
 
Gill Bates:

Gill walks over and stands beside little bitch as she kneels quietly on the floor off to the side. He stands close enough that his thigh presses against the outside of her shoulder and as he watching Drake shooting says in a very soft and quiet voice, low enough only she can hear, "Very good so far little bitch, keep it up. You're making me proud of you." Then he stands quietly watching as Drake shoots his next ball.
 
Sebellas' breathing stopped for a moment when she felt someones thigh against her shoulder. Soon came his voice instantly she was somewhat relieved that it was him. She almost wished he would *pet* her again, the way he did earlier brought that comfort she needed. But, even if she could speak, she would never admitt it.

She made a small whimper sound within the gag as if she wanted to speak, though, for obvious reasons she couldn't. Wasn't sure if he heard her or not, but her hunger was getting the best of her now and this gag had to go.
 
Drake...

Gill had left me with a very difficult shot. Pausing, I signaled Angelique over with her tray. She seemed to be pouting, whether it was being rejected by Bates, or her fool dog of husband who cummed on her dress, I wasn't sure. I did not have time to punishKyle now. I drank the shot of whiskey...feeling the burn. I looked at Gill standing next to his slave...aware that he wasn't drinking yet during this competition.
I leaned over and lined up the shot...tapping the cue ball off the rail to bump the three in the corner...leaving only the eight ball. It was a straight in shot...the stick moved smoothly through my fingers a few times....{smack} the eight ball flew into the far corner pocket ! YES !!!!
I turned to Angelique, noticing the stain on her dress.
" Take it off." I ordered.
In one swift movement she pulled it over her head...standing before us in only her black seamed stocking's and heels.
" Bend over the table....and rack the balls." I commanded, enjoying the sight of her perfect ass.
" Is my slave wet?" my hand moved to feel between her cheeks, as she parted her legs slightly to allow me easier access. My finger slid into her wet, rather hot cunt.....
 
Gill Bates:

He stood watching as Drake made a difficult bank shot to kick his ball into the pocket. "Outstanding. One hell'uva shot Drake. You deserve to win this game after that shot you old s.o.b.," he laughed as he congradulated Drake. And again when he lost the game.

He smiled as he listened to Drake order his female slave to undress then bend over to rack up the balls for the next game. He watched appreciatively as the slave stripped baring herself to their watching eyes and even more appreciatively as she bent over to obey and make the next rack.

Her large, heavy breasts hung down and her nipples occasionally dragged along the felt table cloth as she moved gathering and racking the balls. Her volumptous heart shaped ass was an erotic sight as was the slight gap at the tops of her thighs framing her shaved pussy lips.

Prior to this innocent, but highly provocative display Gill had not cared one way or the other about winning to 'have them both'. He just wanted to win the little bitch at his feet. He'd only planned on teaching Drake's slave proper manners, but now that had changed a bit. He still wished to teach her manners, prhaps in a humiliating way, but now he also wanted to feel her ass as his belly bounced off it while he fucked her and played with her tits either before or after the lesson. Hell, perhaps both before and after the lesson.

Gill's hand strayed absently to little bitch's head to caress it and her hair as his erection grew while watching the slave bent over the table so invitingly.
 
Angel

I closed my eyes...feeling my master's hand explore me in front of everyone...his finger slide into my wetness as I leaned across the pooltable.
" Is my slave wet ?" Drake asked, knowing the answer, but telling everyone.
" Yes , sir.....I just can't help it." I whispered.
Suddenly I felt his firm hand slap my exposed buttocks...hard. And again.
"Please...master...I'm so sorry for being bad !"
Before I knew it, Drake had me on my back, on top of the table.
" SPREAD YOUR LEGS FOR US ....SLAVE" he commanded.
I did as I was told...showing them all what a good little slave I was...my long legs opened, revealing my pussy...then my two fingers spread it open...so they could all see just how wet I was.
Drake put the pool stick between my legs...barely touching my pussy.
" I want my slave to move on the stick...to show us how obediant she can be."
" Oh no...not here, sir." I whispered, moving my hips now...slowly...up and down...rubbing myself...my excited, hot cunt on the poolstick....

Yes let them watch....let them see...that I was Drake's SLAVE...
 
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Kyle

Kyle managed to get back onto his knees after the 'accidental' fall into Angel. He watched as she disrobed and Drake played with his slave. Once she had 'mounted' the pooltable and was on her back with the pool cue positioned at the entrance to her wet, sexy folds, Kyle was hard again. Naked, on his knees, hands cuffed behind his back, with weights on his abused scrotum, he was still aroused. What a slut he had turned into. This place bred a need for sex and he was unable to satisfy himself. Maybe that was part of his punishment.

Kyle wished he knew what he could do to get into Drakes good graces.
 
Drake

My cock felt huge...wanting nothing more to sink into the soft, silky folds spread out before me. One thing a slavemaster should never do...is put his mouth on a slave in front of other person's. No ...she should show her submissiveness....licking and kissing her Master's cock. It was a sign of weakness...
So this prevented me from doing what I wanted...to taste her, inhale her musky fragrance...to watch as her hips moved under his tongue, until she exploded in his mouth...not here in front of them.
And beside's there was the game to play...

Angelique eyes sought mine...and I saw the desperation there...her tanned, almost naked skin...perfect from head to toe... wanting release...to be taken in front of her husband...in front of Bate's....
I wanted nothing more than to fuck her right there...slowly ease my raging hard cock slowly into her wet...tight, hot cunt...teach her a lesson...
 
Gill Bates:

Gill stood watching as the slave fucked herself on the pool cue at her Master's command and whispered so only little bitch could hear, "That slut slave is fucking her cunt on the cue in Drake's hand little one. I must say it's an arousing sight."

He slowly turns so as not to distract any from the lewd scene they're watching and briefly presses and rubs himself against the side of little bitch's face, as he continues to stroke her hair, so she can feel how hard he is though the cloth of his trousers. Then he turns back again to continue to watch the show the slave's putting on for them.

"She has a nice juicy cunt Drake. I hope your cue won't slip out of your hand when you're shooting," Gill says chuckling.
 
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