THE COLLECTOR

THE COLLECTOR

Chapter Seven

       Just a couple hours, the guests arrive early.  The four abductees still in their separate cells are still unprepared for the coming evening.  A quick survey of the cells, he’s unexpectedly made an offer irresistible to refuse.  The four girls are sold as a package to a Far Easterner’s broker.  All four are showered after any bindings are removed and shackled together.  Led naked to the broker’s stretch limo, they’re started on the journey to their new lives overseas.

       No abductees, the cells barren, he has just his assistant in the house.  A short discussion of the situation and it’s decided to immediately step into another quest.  Scanning his computer, searching for another avenue for another possible abduction, a listing of BDSM clubs are carefully scrolled through.  One within an hour or so, one he’s actually patronized once or twice in the distant past, it’s decided to pay the latter a visit this evening as the excitement of the quest’s irresistible.  With him as Master and her as submissive, they’ll try to score a quick abduction.  The next couple hours spent preparing, finally the quest begins anew.

       Entering the driveway and parking in front of the Victorian style mansion, his role as ‘Master’ he steps from the car as the valet swings his door open.  The obligatory tip, stepping around the rear of the glistening black Benz, G55 supercharged AMG sport utility to the passenger side, its door’s already opened by another valet.  Eyes wide the young man, probably barely twenty, holds the door wide as the assistant, her role now as ‘submissive’ steps out into the veranda.

       Her body glistening, the multiple black leather straps comprising her outfit leaves virtually nothing to the imagination.  From her starkly drawn back hair in a tight braid swaying behind her chocker collar down to her six inch black stilettos, her practically naked body causes each individual strap to stretch tautly across her evenly tanned flesh.  The combination of black straps crisscross above and below her symmetrical globes, gold rings glistening from the nipples while another set of straps forming a ‘V’ between her thighs are cut low enough to expose a matching ring piercing her clit hood.  Connecting her outfit together, a single vertical strap runs up the small of her back from the rear of the ‘V’ to the back of the collar.  Elbows, wrists and ankles encircled with leather cuffs complete her outfit.

       Makeup impeccable, she glances into the eyes of the young valet as she slowly turns, her tongue barely visible brushing across the bright red lip gloss on her upper lip.  Glancing down toward the ground she mutters as she slides her hands behind her back.  “Ready Master.”

       Stepping behind her, cuffing her wrists together he follows by pressing her elbows tightly behind her, forcing her breasts to jaunt outward, spread apart before securing those cuffs.  Slipping a gold chain to the front of her collar, glancing her up and down, he nods toward the fascinated valet.  “Mind adjusting her nipple rings for her?”

       Glancing toward him, toward her, he almost hesitantly steps in front of her, raises his fingers to her breasts, rotates the left ring till the small oval centers below the nipple.

       “Good, the other one now.”  Master speaks as his submissive slowly twists her body, smiles toward the boy as he slides his hands across her breasts, adjusts the other ring.

       “Oh… Her clit ring too.”  Master smiles as the young man begins to step back.  “Line it up for her, too”

       Hands almost trembling, he reaches between her legs as her stomach flattens, her pubic mound sloping outward.  Straightening that ring as his fingers brush across her shaven vulva, he steps back, the crotch of his trousers obviously beginning to swell.

       “What do you say?”  Master asks his submissive, almost in a scolding tone.

       Glancing toward him, toward the valet, with a hint of a smile she answers.  “Thank you for adjusting the rings on this submissive’s titties and pussy… May I give you a kiss for your inconvenience?”

       Glancing toward him, toward her, he hesitates before stepping forward.  “Sure… Okay, sure!”

       As she instantly kneels and leans toward him he seems confused, quickly stops.  Pressing her face against his crotch, she spreads her lips and momentarily sucks on the hardening mound behind the material of his trousers.  Glancing up into his startled face, leaning back with still just a hint of a smile, she again raises, turns toward Master.

       Without another word, Master steps toward the door, leading her behind him, leaving the befuddled valet with his hard on covered by his crossed hands.  Closing in on the entrance he whispers.  “Got his dick hard, didn’t you?”

       Obediently following, barely whispering back, she answers.  “Wet too!”

       Entering the mansion, the foyer, they’re greeted by a couple members of the staff, a male and female dressed in tuxes, the female asking.  “May we direct you to your pleasure?”

       Glancing toward his submissive, toward the ‘butchy’ looking staff member, he responds while nodding toward his submissive.  “Yes… Actually I’d like to browse for awhile, maybe allow a little discipline for her, preferably by a Dominatrix in private… Maybe see more then one if that’s okay.”  Handing her a generous amount of large bills he waits for the expected answer.

       Glancing him, his submissive over, a brief conversation between the two and the female gives a nod.  “That can certainly be arranged… Follow me please… This way.”

       Through the foyer, the hallway leading to an old style open elevator with wrought iron double gates, she steps inside, gives them room beside her.  “Going down.”

       Gates closing, elevator jerking, she remains silent as the whirl of the electric motor becomes louder until the floor jerks beneath their feet.

       “Watch your step… Follow me… May I?”  She asks as she takes the chain leader from his hand.  Directing them into another corridor, this one brick, old faded brick with a number of metal doors to either side, she keeps the chain taut on the submissive’s collar as her heels echo off the stone floor.  Stark lights lining the arching ceiling, old conduit stretching from one fixture to the next, faint shadows cover the spaces between the lights as they follow her to the end of the hall.

       “May I?”  She turns, asks him as she raps on the door, reaches for the black iron handle on the door.  “Allow us to prepare her while I introduce you to a couple of the Dominatrix’s.

       The door swinging inward, a quick glimpse of a podium under a single light, ropes hanging from the ceiling and a pair of men in black leather step to the door.  The larger of the two takes the leash from the woman’s hand.

       Nervously glancing toward Master, she feels the chain tighten as she’s led past the open door into the shadowy room.

       Watching, he nods, watches the door shut behind her.  “Let’s meet them.”

       Back up the hall, to the elevator, they step on.  “She’ll be striped naked when you see her again…. Not that there’s much to remove.”  She instructs as she tinkers with the elevator’s handle.  “While I round up a couple of the Dominatrix’s would you like to browse the workouts of some of our female submissives?”

       The elevator jerking, he holds the rail to his left, slowly nods.  Again the whirl of the motor, the hesitant movement of the elevator and they pass a couple floors finally stopping at the third level.  Another hallway, just a couple doors to either side and she smiles.  “Any door… Just enter… I’ll be back to find you shortly.”

       Stepping off, remembering the visits of some time ago, the hallway’s familiar.  Before his good fortune, before accumulating his wealth, he just tasted the possibilities of what’s going on behind those solid, soundproof doors.  Stepping to the first one, turning the knob and swinging the door open the female’s whimpering voice is barely audible from behind the group of people standing around her.  Shutting the door, stepping toward the backs of the people, glancing across a shoulder he sees what’s holding their attention.

       A slight wince, even for him unusual, he takes a second glance at the unbelievable position of the young naked woman, what she’s in the midst of being subjected to.  Feeling the electricity in the room, the intensity of the group’s concentration, he turns toward the hallway.  Pulling the door behind him just as the whimpers become a curdling scream, he shuts it behind him.

       Stepping across to the adjacent door, opening it, the begging voice is chilling as the motion of the sadistic apparatus vibrates the floor.  Again facing the backs of a number of onlookers, glancing around them directly into the terrified eyes of the gorgeous brunette darting wildly around the room as her abused body’s being subjected an unimaginable horror, he shuts that door.

       Glancing toward the elevator, toward another door, he walks down the hall to the third room thinking its a little harsher then he remembered.  Turning the knob, slipping the door open, the now familiar sound of a pleading, screaming female floods the hallway.  Several of the group turning to look his way as the light from the hallway spreads across the darkened room, he catches a brief glimpse of the spread eagled blonde contorting, begging, screaming under the singular light swaying above her.  Her treatment beyond sadistic, her glistening naked body on par with his own submissive, he finds himself absorbed in the brutal display as he takes a step in, pulls the door slowly behind him.

       Just as the door begins to click shut, getting a clear view of the stunning exhibition of torture, the abuse of her naked body, he feels a hand on his shoulder.  Turning facing the tuxedoed woman, he steps into the hallway, shuts the door behind him silencing the screams.

       “Ready to meet a couple Doms?”  She asks as they step toward the elevator.  Glancing back toward the doors, she adds.  “Your sub would fit in quite nicely in one of those rooms you know.”

       “I don’t think so… Not to that extent.”  He answers, again the elevator jerking, directed toward the foyer’s level.

       Jerking to a stop, stepping off as the floors barely line up she leads him to a large private room off to the side.  Entering, a group of patrons, both male and female are milling about.  An open bar on one side of the wall, a buffet style layout in the center of the room and the atmosphere’s casual.

       “They’re intermingling, getting to know one another… Some come alone, some with submissives like you.”  She explains as she steps toward a stereotypical Dom.

       A quick greeting, realizing she’s not what he’s looking for, a moment or two of small talk and he’s led to another.  Across the room, a stylish, sophisticated woman turns toward them.  Beautiful, but maybe to him, just turning the corner of being able to keep her looks much longer, he finds himself intrigued, maybe if necessary.  More small talk, exchange of thoughts about his submissive’s treatment this evening and the hunt continues.

       “The one over there.”   She points out to him.  A young dark haired woman, more then good looking but rather strict in appearance stands by the bar, alone in a tight latex bodysuit.  “She’s been here a few times, every couple months… Likes to inflict pain.  Turning her back to the woman, she adds.  “Actually she’s kind of a Bitch…  She’s into the more attractive girls if you know what I mean, sexually too… And, the more good looking, the more she likes to hurt them… Not that there’s anything wrong with that but, excuse the language… She thinks her shit doesn’t stink.”

       Expression not changing, glancing toward her side of the room he instantly takes in her appearance, instantly knows he’s found his next trophy.  Now… To get her.

           Walking toward the bar, following the tuxedoed woman, they stop as the dark haired woman turns toward them.  Standing between the two women, his eyes lock with his target’s.

       “So this the one with the girl that came in the leather straps?” She asks, a natural frown on her face, her brown eyes almost condescending as she eyes him up and down.

       “That’s me.”  He answers, politely, almost reservedly while in the back of his mind he’s already undressing the bitch… Terrorizing the cunt.

       “Where’s your whore?”  She asks, almost insultingly, again the dark stare, her red lips pouty.

       “She’s being privately prepared… Actually should be ready about now.”  The staff member answers, glancing from one to the other.  “What do you think?”

       “She might do.”  He answers, still in his mind knowing what he really means.  “Maybe she can teach my submissive some manners.”

       “Maybe you too.”  She answers in her rude voice, her lips still pouty.

       “No thanks.”  He holds himself back.  “Just her, for now.”

       “Good … Follow me, the staff member advises, leads them toward the elevator.

       The same jerking ride, the basement corridor and the metal door’s open.  Alone under the light, the men gone, ball gagged his now naked submissive stands on her tiptoes, her wrists shackled to a rope swaying from the block and tackle hanging from the rafter above her.  Several vacant seats line the walls, a rack of various implements of discipline against another wall complete the room’s furnishings.

       “I’ll leave you alone now… Buzzer’s on the wall when you’re done.”  The staff member nods as she shuts the door.

       Walking over toward the rack, glancing at the submissive’s naked body tautly stretching in the rope, the dark haired woman picks out a willowy bamboo shunt.  Flexing it back and forth in her left hand she steps toward the podium.

       Wide eyed, glaring at the shunt, at him, the submissive jerks her head back and forth.  The bamboo reached back, he orders.  “Stop… Not that.”

       Glancing toward the bamboo, toward him, she basically snarls.  “And why not, may I ask?... Are you a wimp?”

       Again holding back, biding his time he answers.  “I brought her here basically naked… That’s the way she’s leaving… I don’t want welts or cuts on her tonight… Not here anyway.”

       “Then what?... Paddle her butt… Like a school girl?... You guys sissies?”

       “I… I’m just not use to that kind of stuff.”  He answers, again thinking if she only knew… The cunt.  ‘Maybe sometime in our home… Maybe a little harsher there.”

       As she glances toward the rack, back toward the glistening body stretched out in front of her, he can see the lust in her eyes, the desire to wear that body out.  Stepping toward them, he softly speaks.  “I… I’ve thought of really disciplining her.”  Raising his hand, sliding his palm across the bare breast trust out just above eye level, he also cups his sub’s butt cheeks as he continues.  “We have a room, nothing like this at home… If we had someone to help us, we could maybe do some things like they do here.”

       “Maybe someone would show you if you had the balls.”   She answers while shuffling through the implements.  “Shit… What’s the sense of spanking… Or smacking?”

       “We… We do have some things at home we’ve never really tried out.”  He almost shyly answers.  “A… A rack type of thing and a bondage type chair… Kind of like a joke thing.”

       “Really?”  She answers, watching his hand melding, squeezing the sub’s bare breast, the gold ring flexing from her thick nipple.  “You don’t know how to use them?”

       “We… We really haven’t felt comfortable to do it with just the two of us… Maybe if someone…. Someone like you could show us.”  He adds while his mind keeps clicking.  “If we could make it worth someone’s while… We… We can afford it… My wife…. I mean my submissive’s also bisexual.”  Damn… He wonders… Where the Hell did that come from?”

       “Really… Bi, huh… And your wife?”  She for the first time smiles as she slides her hand across the other bare breast flicking the nipple ring.  “Really?”

       “If you’d like.”  He continues, reeling her in.  “Sometime you can come to our house and let her be your submissive… If I can watch.”

             “That all you can do?... A typical weak man, huh?... How’d you like to watch me fuck her in your bed?”

       Listening to her shit, already undressing her from her tight latex outfit with his eyes, he can’t wait to have her mounted on some of the real devises back at the estate.  Going for the ring he blurts.  “How ten… Ten grand sound… For tonight?”

       Squeezing the nipple ring, giving it a yank, she practically does a double take.  “Ten?... Ten thousand dollars… You serious?”

       “Yes… Yes, ten… Like I said, we have money.”  He answers, watching the greed in her eyes, the lust in her eyes as he reaches in his pocket.  “To… Tonight, when we leave here… Here’s a thousand now.”

       Taking the pair of William McKinley’s, never seeing five hundred dollar bills before, she grips them in her fist, stutters. “Where… Where you live?”  Again melding the sub’s bare breast, then slipping her hand down across the shaven pubic mound like she was testing produce at the market, she again asks.  “How far from here?”

       “Not far… About a half hour… You… You can follow us when we leave… We keep plenty of money at home… We… we’ll give it to you as soon as you get there.  He continues his pitch.  “Actually, she can ride with you if you want and you can follow me… Okay?”

       Again watching her eyes, throwing out all the stops, letting her have his sub on the way home t get the money, he knows he has her.

       “No bullshit!”  She again with her smug style orders.  “Ten grand and I’m in charge when we get there… You just watch, that’s all… Understand?... You ain’t fucking me!”

       “Yes Mam.”  He answers, steps over, rings the buzzer.  “I’ll just watch.”

       A couple minutes, the two men enter; undo the ropes as the tuxedoed woman returns with the cuffs, shoes and straps.  Glancing at the naked sub, no marks, just a few minutes of time passing, she asks.  “Everything okay… Nothing wrong?”

       “No… Everything’s perfect.”  He answers.  “Would you have a blanket, possibly?”

       “Sure.”  Nodding toward one of the men, he retrieves one from a cabinet, hands the green wool blanket to him.  Wrapping the sub, they walk toward the elevator.  Silence as the elevator does its usual jerk, exiting at the foyer level, the threesome walk out the door to the valets.   Getting their cars, hers an older Saab, the young valet helps the sub in that passenger seat.  A wink, a smile from the blanketed sub as she gives a slight flash of her naked body underneath and the valet steps back.  Handed a generous tip, he watches the Saab follow the Mercedes from the drive.

       Off the property, onto the country road and both cars drive into the darkness.  A few minutes pass as he watches his mirror.  Knowing his newest trophy’s probably enjoying his assistant’s company he allows a little longer, turns his signal on toward an old empty convenient store lot.  Stopping waving at the Saab pulling up behind him he points at his rear tire.

       Rolling her window down, the young snobbish Dom leans her head out.  What’s the ma…”

       The syringe in hand, the needle sliding into her neck just beneath her left ear and the abduction’s on.  Sliding her across the seat, his assistant trotting to the Benz, grabbing a jogging suit from the back seat and slipping it on, within a couple minutes they’re on the road, within the hour they’re pulling in the gated drive to behind the mansion.

       Feeling the acrid smell beneath her nostrils, the dampness clinging to her upper lip, her eyes roll, she coughs, gasps for air.  Unable to move her legs, her arms, as a hard rubber ‘O’ ring painfully stretches at her lips, she can only grunt as she stares at the full length mirror in front of her.  She glares unbelievingly at the reflection of her naked body, the one piece latex body suit cut in pieces lying on the floor beneath her as her bare breasts thrust out from her arched back shoulders tightly wrapped in a single sleeve bondage restraint.  Legs spread apart over an upside down ‘V’ shaped wooden device, her toes barely touching the floor; the pain wracks her searing vagina.  Even more pain burns at her breasts, pounding with each heartbeat.  Staring closer at the reflection she sees the pair of five hundred dollar bills folded and clamped beneath serrated alligator clamps embedded in her bleeding nipples.

End Part 7