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Another car ride, again sitting on the cloak. She was getting used to being unclothed. The auction house would have been almost uncomfortably warm if she weren't. The A/C in the SUV gave her goosebumps, but when Troy's fingertip slid along her forearm, detecting them, he must have made some gesture to Shale. The temperature almost immediately modulated, and she was no longer cold.
A few minutes later, another method of warming happened. The bullet started vibrating.
So did the plug.
She hadn't expected the latter to be electronic, but the thick rubber was unmistakably humming against her stretched rim as the bullet was doing the same against her clit and labia. If it hadn't been both at once, she would have assumed she'd shifted or done something to set one off, but then she thought of what he'd said on the radio.
I'll be just ahead of you.
They were following her Master, and of course he had the remote. She shifted, which was a mistake. She was already intensely aroused, her brief interruption of mulling notwithstanding. A rolling feeling like waves of surf, ebbing and surging against her anus and cunt, ratcheted it to a much higher level. She bit down on her lip, tightening her fingers into balls at her side as she sat in the seat and tried not to wriggle or squirm, moan or gasp. Partially because she was self-conscious, partially because she knew the self-restraint was vital. She would not be allowed to come without his permission, and if she gave in to the feeling, she'd be there all the sooner.
But oh God, the stimulation was overwhelming. Feeling that hum against her sensitive anal rim, the buzz against her clit and labia, she had all she could do not to lift her hips in a coital rhythm.
"You better get rid of that hard-on before you get out of the car," Shale advised from the front. "Or he'll use a needle to deflate it. I'll help him."
"Kind of difficult to control," Troy muttered, and she realized his eyes were on her, watching her struggle. Could he see the light perspiration like dew on her skin? She imagined her Master's lips sucking the moisture away, entirely the wrong thought to have.
"Oh . . ." The plea escaped her lips, despite herself. She heard Troy bite back an oath. He'd be trying to obey his Mistress, she was sure of it, and yet this would give Shale a reason to taunt and punish him later. Her Master liked to reward his helpers as diabolically as he knew how to torment his own possession.
His slave. He'd called her that. The vibration's intensity bumped up, and it changed rhythm. No longer concentrated only in the nose of the bullet, it moved over her labia and pattered over her clit. Her hips convulsed, and she thrashed her head, pulling against the hold Troy had on her tether. "No . . . no . . ."
There was no help for it. She couldn't stop herself. She tried to rein the reaction back, but her Master wasn't going to give her any choice at all. He was hers to command, hers to push over that edge whenever he wished, no matter if it won her a punishment.
"Help . . ." But there was no help being offered for this. The climax took her, squeezing her internal muscles down on the plug, her pussy rippling beneath the vibration of the bullet. She squirmed on the folded cloak, hips jerking, fingers splayed wide in their bindings against her thighs. It got more and more intense and she screamed in the contained space of the vehicle, the sound rebounding and echoing against her like additional vibration and stimulus. Her nipples were throbbing, still tender from the clamps.
She choked it down as soon as she could, cognizant that she'd released without permission, but her hips were still moving with that rhythm, her breath choking in her throat. The vibration didn't abate, such that she jerked and writhed on the seat like a caught fish. She couldn't make it stop. Couldn't control her body. Because it wasn't hers. It was his.
"Yes, sir. She's done now."
The bullet and plug eased down to a hum again, like a slow lick over her tissues by a lover's tongue. She moaned in relief and heard Troy shift next to her. There was a click as he let off the radio. She realized he'd been holding it up close to her face as she climaxed, so her new Master could hear her. She thought of him driving ahead of her, thought of how his erection had probably swelled to an impressive length and thickness. Then she thought of her mouth on him there again and licked her lips. She'd just had a climax, but it wasn't enough. She was still throbbing. She wanted him inside her, in every orifice, penetrating heart, soul and mind.
As the car rolled to a stop, she rested her temple against the seatback, trying to catch her breath. She was close to Troy's face, his breath sweet and warm on her forehead. "This is your new home, pretty slave," Shale said from the front. "Serve your Master well."
The car door was opened and she was drawn from the vehicle with another tug against the collar. The smell of mown grass reached her nostrils. Things felt open and quiet, an absence of city noise. She could hear nighttime insects, perhaps some frogs on a nearby pond. Was this the soldier's property? A remote area, where no one would realize her owner had his own personal slave trained to do his bidding, 24/7, naked all the time if that was what he demanded.
Her legs were wobbly, such that Troy was supporting her under her arm and around her waist.
"Sir." He spoke, and she sensed t
he transfer of the tether to another's hand, one who firmly reeled her in until she stood right before him, his heat overwhelming her own. His fingers gripped her chin. "Did anyone give you permission to come, slave?"
"No, Master." Though he'd made it impossible for any different outcome. She didn't really care that it wasn't fair, though. What did that say about her?
"Then you understand you must pay the consequences."
"Yes, sir. My Master wanted me to come to have the opportunity to punish me."
She couldn't resist, which meant her mind wasn't really straight. She thought she heard a muffled chuckle from Troy, right before her Master's hand settled on her throat, just above the collar.
"The Training Mistress warned me about that clever tongue of yours. Another comment like that, and you'll have it strapped down by a gag for the rest of the night, when it's not being used in other ways."
She shivered at that tone he did so well. "Each time you come without permission tonight," he continued, "I'll mark it down. That's how many times my friends will get to fuck you."
"Will you tell me . . . about them?"
"What does that matter?" His tone sharpened, making her jump like the prick of a rose's thick thorn. "You'll serve whomever I wish."
"Yes, Master. I wanted to know more about them . . . to know how best to please them for you."
