Thread: The Life of a Sex Slave

Another sound of a slap echoed through the room once Adolfo left, leaving Emily's face bright red across her cheekbone. Dante's hand gripped her jaw once again, his hold firm enough to make her ache. His eyes burned into her's, and behind his dark green irises was strong sense of danger. There was much of Dante's personality that he inherited from his father, and the way he looked at woman was simply the way he was raised to, but it was obvious that he was just as dangerous on his own, if not more. What did I tell you about keeping that pretty mouth shut? he asked, his head tilting to the side as if he were curious about her behavior. He paid no mind to the doctor in between her legs, probing her delicate pussy. That is your number one rule as a slave, he said, his hand tightening its grip on her jaw. Do not speak if not asked to. When you do, you call whom your speaking to Sir. When your sold, kept, or even taken by a man for the night, you call them Master, got that whore? Tell me you understand. The doctor cleared his throat, and Dante's eyes slid from her's for a moment. Virgin, the doctor confirmed, standing up and gathering his tools. Tight too. A smirk moved across Dante's lips, his eyebrow arched, and he turned to look back down at Emily. A bombshell and a virgin... He released his grip on her jaw, the turned his hand around, sliding his knuckles across her cheek softly. You will be worth much more than expected... As if to contradict his out of character caress, he reached his other hand up and pinched her nipple twisting it and watching the reaction on his face. A chuckle ripped through his youthful chest, and his green eyes locked with her brown ones once more. As for the viewing room, it's where the men of the house will look you over and give their review of you. We have to know how much your pussy runs for, don't we? Rocco, Dante said, his voice sounding strikingly familiar to his father's demanding tone. Alert the maids. Tell them we've got one that needs to be groomed. I want her completely shaved and clean, then I need her fitted for the customery uniforms. Tell them it's urgent. Father wants her on the viewing room floor in less than six hours. With that, he turned to her and started to unbuckle her legs and hands from the table. You try to flee, he warned, grabbing a key from his coat pocket to unlock her ankles from the stirrups. I'll put a bullet through your head. You think I'm playing? Just try me. I've lost count with how many whores didn't make it past the examination room. With that, he grabbing a bundle of leather straps, sitting her up on the table so he could securely bound her before moving her to the next room. One smaller leather strap acted as a collar which attatched to the strap that went between, then under her lucious breasts. It ended all connected in the back where he tied her wrists together. Then, he grabbed one more strap that attatched to her bound wrists behind her back, went between her legs, then latched in the front on the strap between her breasts. It kept her from trying to break free, for the strap between her legs would jab at her sensitive pussy. She was a sight to see, making Dante's pants a little tighter in the front, but he kept his expression formal. Taking a black silk scarf from his coat pocket, he put it tight in her mouth, then tied it behind her head, leaving her unable to form words, yet unable to close her mouth. With that, he pushed her to floor, letting her get to her feet, then attatched a leash to her collar. It was as if he were walking out of the pound with a new dog. You will get used to walking like that, he said, smirking, the gave her a little tug. Normally, he'd have her on all fours, but he couldn't risk her running. He pulled her across the room, making her walk up the stairs, then across the hall to the elevator. The large elevator was full of mirrors, letting him see every angle of this vixen's boundings. He had to tear his eyes away from her reflection, pushing the button for the third floor, then waiting for the doors to open. After a few bell sounds, the doors opened, revealing the lavish lobby of the mansion. People sat all around, either at the bar, the couches, or in arm chairs, and sipped cocktails as they talked amongst themselves. Men glanced at Emily's direction, but not in suprise to see a woman naked before him. In fact, scattered all around the room, were naked woman sitting at their master's feet. Some had revealing clothing, while some were left with nothing, but all of them were silent and ready to give their master pleasure. These were the woman that were chosen to stay in the household, entertaining the men of the mafia until the were named useless. Some sat still while their master's talked, some sat in their laps and kissed their necks, some were bold enough to have their master's cock slipped out of the zipper of his pants so that they could lick and suck it out in the open, and some were even playing with another slave while the men looked on and talked casually. It was all the day to day life style of the men in the room, drinking and smoking cigars as they talked business. Dante tugged her out of the elevator, past the room of men and slaves, and down the hall toward the grooming room.