A literotic sexstories: A life of service returns by 4knuckle
As they made their way they heard the voice of the vice principle who came trotting after them. He had just recalled that a man had come to talk to Kelly the day of her disappearance. He was about 6 feet tall slender with a medium build and was well dressed. He had told the vice principle that he was there on behalf of Kellys father, who was on a tour of duty somewhere in the world. The vice principle hoped that his information would help.
The detectives took their notes and bid him fair well. The detectives looked at each other.
Had one of them been here?
He stood in front of his living room bay window with his hands on his hips. He was pretty happy with himself. Sandra was in the kitchen making them lunch. She was talking about this and that but he was only half listening. He was reflecting on his past week’s accomplishments. The weekend at the farm house had been quite a success. Kate and Lisa choose to go back home. There where shown the full extent of his organizations reach and power. They were paid and told to be hush-hush, which they had been to date.
He had to admit that Kate’s absence had left its mark on Sandra. It appeared the two were closer then he was aware of. He even missed her himself.
Sandra called him to the kitchen saying that it was on the table. He headed to the dinning room with any easy conscious.
Kelly had spent what seemed like an eternity in her cage. Every now and then some woman would bring her something to eat. But other then that she sat here in the dark. After that night with the cult or whatever they where she had awaken in this place and had seen nothing else. She was cold and naked and needed a bath.
Sandra served them a dish of chicken soup and Shepard’s pie. Her mind was not on cooking it was more on the young lady caged in the basement. He seemed to be taking his time with her she had been 6 days down there and he had not even gone downstairs to see her. They ate and she made small talk during the meal. He seemed in a good mood. They finished up and he gave her a pat on the bottom and told her it was delicious. She smiled and cleaned of the table as he went upstairs. When she joined them upstairs in their bed room he had laid out an out fit for her to wear. He gave her instructions to change into what he choose for her and to clean off the servant in the basement and that he would join them soon enough. Sandra was already wet.
Kelly heard foot steps outside the room and then the door opened and the lights flew on. She flinched and clenched her eyes. The light was so bright it hurt like needles directly in her eyes. She heard someone approach and open the cage door. Through her squinting eyes she saw a figure in black. The figure told her to get out of the cage. She did. The figure told her to use the bucket of water and the soap it had brought her to wash herself. She obeyed reluctantly for fear of retribution. The hot water felt great and she relished the soap’s fragrance. She washed herself in silence, mildly humiliated to bath before a stranger who watched her intently, but after the events that had transpired at the farm house this was a cake walk.
By now Kelly’s eyes had adapted to the light. She was transfixed by the figure before her. The figure was a woman, of that she was certain because of the delicious breasts, tight body and long hair that was done up in a ponytail. The dim light reflected off her fit latex covered physic. Kelly had the vanity to feel jealous. The figure was covered head to toe in a latex gimp suit. Big latex boots and steel zippers over every orifice of her body which were all zipped closed. She had a long menacing horse whip in her hands and looked like she knew how to use it.
The figure ordered her when she was done washing to kneel and cracked her hard on the thigh with the wipe. Kelly yelled out in pain and dropped to her knees. The figure took this opportunity to put a leash on her and to handcuff her. Kelly struggled and tried to fend off her attacker but was stilled by another crack of the wipe.
When he entered the room Kelly froze. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew it was him that had been keeping her here in this hell hole but she still could not believe it. He strode rather intently into the room and grabbed the latex clad figure that was back to him by the pony tail and forced her to her knees before him. He stood facing Kelly. In seconds he had pulled out his hard dick and in another second it disappeared into the figures mouth. The whole time he never took his eyes off Kelly.
Kelly watch as the figure began to struggle and to try to push the rock hard prick from her throat but he would have none of it.
“You will learn the rules, you belong to me now. You will obey my every command.” He said to Kelly who was in total shock.
He stood there with his hands on her head forcing her down on him and staring at Kelly. This sent shivers down her spin. Suddenly the figure vomited from the gagging and still he held her. She fought violently to get away. She puked again. He released her and she coughed and gasped for her breath. He spit on her masked face and forced her back down on him roughly.
“Are you enjoying this” He asked Kelly
“Fuck you …you sick fuck” Kelly replied
The figure vomited again and he released her. “Are you enjoying this” he asked the figure.
“More….. Please” The figure gagged and choked. And more she got.
“Soon this will be you” He said to Kelly
“Never you prick” is all she said
He shoved his mouth fucked whore aside and came to Kelly and pushed her down onto her back. He was on top of her in no time his puke dripping dick between her tits
“Get off me …”Kelly protested but with little conviction, he would have his way with her and she knew it.
He grabbed her hard by the nipples and folded her tits over his dick, tit fucking her, never letting go of her nipples. He twisted and pulled her sensitive nipples till she was sure they were going to tear off and then he pulled harder, all the while he fucked her tits. Kelly screamed and cried and begged and pleaded but just spit in her open mouth and called her a whore and told her soon she would relish his attention.
The figure in the gimp suit approached Kelly and began to undue the zipper that covered her snatch. She kneeled over Kelly as if she was about to sit on her face but instead to Kelly’s horror the figure began to pee on her. The stinging fluid burnt her eyes and nose and ran all down her face to her hair. Kelly began to cry as the vomit ran down the suit on to her. She knew then in her heart of hearts that she wanted to be his slave….Why, was the only question she needed answered.
Detective Ann Marshal and her partner detective Patricia Roberts sat in there unmark white squad car debating the facts as they knew them. A white male about six feet tall medium build dark hair blue eyes and well dressed had visited Kelly Parsons at her school on the day of her disappearance. This description matched that given to them by the NYPD of a man who had allegedly coerced high school girls into numerous sexual activities. But the problem was that none of the victims would testify, so the man had never even been brought in nor identified by name. The fact of the matter was that over the last few years an alarming amount of cases where popping up where women of all ages where telling the same story of a group of men, organized and apparently wealthy would be keeping young women hostage for weeks on end and finally bringing them to a meeting of sorts were they would be used by all the men present. They usually numbered in the twenties or thirties. It was also reported that a lot of the men had women which they kept that would assist them in the keeping and training of the so called sex slaves. It appeared to be an international organization. Sadly though for law enforcement there was very little to go on and it seemed that every break lead to nowhere.
Both of the female detectives worked the sex crimes division. They were the only two women in the division and where very happy to be working together. They had been partners for about 2 years having even gone to the academy together.
Ann had to work hard to be accepted by her work peers. Being a black female in the police department was a double whammy. She was an outstanding police woman yet most of the men when they saw her just thought one of two things. Firstly they just really wanted to fuck her brains out. Ann was about as attractive as they get in the police force. She had grown used to the whispers of “look at that ass “or “look at the cans on that”.
Secondly the police department was sort of like an old boys club and some old boys don’t take well to blacks.
It was much the same for Trisha, all though she was white the men of the police department did not take lightly to her, she had a bit of a rough and tough attitude with the men. But she had also had to deal with the whispers of a various sexual nature for she was a tall blond more like the kind one would see in a strip club then on the force. Standing five foot seven she had a lean fit frame with long blond hair she kept up in a pony tail when she was at work. Her lovely green eyes had broken many hearts. It was hard for Trisha to hide her d cup breast from male scrutiny. She had such a tight and tiny figure her breasts just stood out.
The same could be said for Ann who was also very fit. At five foot three, her d cup breast stood no chance of concealment. Ann was a little more playful though and would when she was feeling hot would sometimes give her fellow officers an eyeful. Her long curly black hair gave her a rather enticing elegance. She also had, being a black woman that amazing gravity defying black ass.
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