Her New Master (Friend in the Shadows & Gilt)

[A Gilt Clochard]

The human girl had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. At least, that's what she knew and held on to. The law enforcement had declared she was drunk in public, disturbing the peace, contributing to the delinquency of a minor, and all manner of other charges. It was only because she was human, she knew, and they had been persecuted over the last half a century. Since the change in regime all those years ago, the elves, fae, and other non-humans had taken their revenge on the human race. Rights were withdrawn, the law was hyper-sensitive to infractions, and there was no telling how many times a day the other citizens took their anger out on humankind.

So, when Jenna was hanging out with her friends that evening, she should have known better. She and three others-- only one of whom was underage-- were lounging on her front porch, she and the of-age two were drinking. She had only finished her first by the time the police showed up. They quickly began spouting charges at them, and Jenna had made the worst mistake of her life: she argued.

Soon, though she had done nothing, the charges were expanded to include assault on a police officer and evading arrest. She was locked up overnight, and by morning had been sentenced.

For her crimes, she was handed over into "indentured servitude," a phrase meant to politely convey "slavery." Jenna had been sold almost immediately, tagged with a tattoo that branded her as a criminal slave, and sent to work. At first, it was physical labor: cleaning, cooking, working in gardens or clearing pools... She hadn't minded so much, especially in retrospect. After a year and a half, she was sold to her third master, and the one who would change everything. He saw her, not as a helping hand about the house, but as his personal pleasure-slave. She was forced to "work" for him from the first night as his slave until he tired of her. Thereafter, she was sold as a sex slave, forced to learn and endure new kinks, fetishes, and methods every time she changed hands.

All this happened in less than a year. She retreated inside herself every time she was used, detaching herself from the situation in some form of self-defense. If she wasn't truly present, then it wasn't really her they were sleeping with. It wasn't her that they used. It was happening to someone else who just shared the same space as her body.

So now, as she stood on the auction block yet again, Jenna bore a look of passive acceptance. She stood in little more than her underwear, hands cuffed behind her, steel collar around her neck chained to a post to make sure she stood straight so the auction attendees could see the merchandise. Her dark brown hair fell to her waist in soft waves, her deadpan eyes a green that once sparkled. She was pretty, certainly, but it was almost difficult to see with her expression.

"Item number 716," the auctioneer's voice echoed through the chamber, "Pleasure slave, multiple levels of training, certified clean. We'll start the bidding at 5K, five-kay, who would care to open bidding at 5K?"

Lights in the auction booth began to go off as the silent auction began, buttons in the attendees private boxes indicating bids as the price slowly rose.

 

[Friend in the shadows]

Gram sat at a booth, his head resting lightly on one hand the other toyed the rim of the glass of red wine in front of him. He never bothered with the old red like others his kind did, then again, he wasn't a full blooded monster either. His demonic ancestors, who ever they were, most likely were just a couple of dumb fucks like most full fledge hell-spawn.

His skin, a dark shade of violet that it almost looked black, allowed him to by pass most trouble from anyone. Unless trouble was what he was sent to find. Slightly over six feet tall, square jaws and a natural physique that mafia leg breakers sweat to maintain, completed his 'Fuck-with-me-and die' look. And die people did.

He thought it was plain stupid, the way most people acted. Rather than trying to relieve pain and suffering, they just shunted it towards someone else. Having worked every gray area job one could imagine, life always seemed sort of bleak to him.

Not that money wasn't good, mind you. Sending a message was costly, no matter who delivered it. And sometimes, you didn't want anyone to know who sent it in the first place. People could preach on about good and evil all they want. In the end, all that mattered was who was willing to put aside ideals first, offer anything to the right group, and the history books would right themselves.

Often, he wondered why he keeps coming to these things. Excitement? Following the fad? Revenge? No, not the last for sure. Humans hadn't done anything personally. A few individuals had to be...dealt with, but that's normal with any job.

His eyes turned towards the stage as the next one was brought up. A pretty young thing, true, but he saw past that in a heart beat. Those eyes of hers disturbed him. The loss of emotion as evident in her face. Letting any of these small minded peons lay a finger on her would be a mistake. Reaching forward, he entered his bid on the keypad. She would be his. In every way that she could.

 

[A Gilt Clochard]

The auctioneer continued his ramblings as the bidding went higher, slowed, and stopped, "The winning bidder will see a green light in his or her booth." Despite the cost, the light in Gram's booth blinked green.

"You may collect your item at your leisure," the auctioneer finished as Jenna was led off the platform, "Next, item number 717, household slave..."

Jenna was led to a holding room where she was chained in a line with all the other items, where they awaited pickup from their new owners and masters.

 

[Friend in the shadows]

Gram pulled himself free from the booth, not carrying to finish the drink on the table. He wanted away from this place. He wanted to be home with his new purchase. But mostly, he wanted to see her eyes shine again.

Walking back towards the holding area, he passed his hand threw his black hair and pulled away several dead strains which h let fall to the floor. His thoughts turned to her and the work which would need to be done before he could say she was truly was his.

As he walked passed the line of product, he took a moment to study them all. Males and females, while each different form the last in their own small ways, all held one thing in common: a look of fear in their eyes. Fear of their near future; of what awaited them at the hands of monsters. His new little girl would need to remember that emotion too.

Stopping in front of her, he smoothed out the suit he wore for now a days, briefly remembering a time when jeans and tank tops made up his wardrobe. He looked at her, measuring he body with his eyes, wondering several dark thoughts about what he wanted to do to her. Do [/i]with her.

"Are you still capable of talking?" He asked after a time, his eyes staying focused on her so intently that the world could fall away from their feet and he would not care.

 

[A Gilt Clochard]

"I am, sir," she said. She raised her head, looking at him without truly seeing. If she noticed the intensity of his gaze, she made no mention of it. To her, this was just another in a long line of masters. Just another man who would use her for his pleasure, then discard her. No, she did not fear her future-- there was little he could do to her that had not already been done, so there was no fear of the unknown-- nor did she fear him. Part demon as he was, his dark skin held no fear for her. She barely registered the fact of his lineage.

"Are you my new master, sir?" she asked, simply confirming what she already knew to be true. Already, she had begun making small assessments of what his needs might be. She had learned-- or been trained, rather-- to keep track of a new master's needs and desires from the beginning. It made things easier later.

 

[Friend in the shadows]

"Yes." He replied simply, his eyes finally relaxing as she spoke. Stepping closer to her, he place his hand gently against her cheek.

"I can see that your previous masters have instructed you in many ways," he paused as he spoke to let his hand glide down to touch the heavy collar around her neck with his finger tips, "just as I can see that they were ignorant of the subtleties that go into that training."

His hand moved lower to trace the edge of the simple bra she wore. "They don't give you much to wear, do they? Were all you previous masters like this? Unwilling or unable to think about your basic needs?"

 

[A Gilt Clochard]

"I was dressed to show my assets for the auction. I dress as I am instructed, Master," she said simply, explaining the simple matched set.

She didn't nod or otherwise physically react to him, seemingly ignoring his wandering hands, "I was trained as they saw fit to train me, Master. I am able to learn to serve you to your pleasure." She did not say whether she was willing or not, simply that she was able. She would do as she was commanded, it was clear, something many a master would have-- and had-- been perfectly pleased with. Obedience was one of the first things she was taught.

 

[Friend in the shadows]

"You are very obedient," he replied while think 'but not imaginative. That's been bleed out; and will need to be reintroduced.' His hand fell away from the slip of cloth that was her only covering. "We shall take our leave then. I grow tired of the place." He said as he removed the chain which held her to her spot in the line.

"Tomorrow, we shall discuss the tools you shall need to preform your duties. A major shopping trip will be in order, so you must be well rested. Tonight will be spent learning about your new home. It may not be as grand as your other masters, but it is comfortable enough. Follow me." He said, as he turned to leave.

 

[A Gilt Clochard]

"Yes, Master," she said, following the lead of her chain, not seeming to respond to his other words. As they left the auction house and began approaching the valet and pickup curb, she asked, "If you have a chauffeur, sir, would you care for me to service you on the way to your home?"

It was a common practice with many owners: a suck on the way home teaches them who is boss. The act was commonplace, and she treated it as such, essentially expecting him to say yes. But she would listen to how he answered to see if he had particulars about getting sucked off in the future.

 

[Friend in the shadows]

"I have neither driver, maid or butler. I feel the whole practice of paying someone else to do what I am perfectly capable of preforming myself as a very wasteful extravagance. Too many people are content to let someone else handle simple tasks for them, thinking it frees up time for other pursuits. They forget that they then have to learn to manage people instead; a much more taxing job." He replied as his car was brought forward.

It was a black Ford Escape, kept simple in style so as not to attract attention to itself. After tipping the valet, Gram held the door open for her to enter. "As for servicing me, I believe that can wait until later. I'm sure you wish to leave this...place...more than I do. Please get in." He added as he held the front passenger door open for her.

 

[A Gilt Clochard]

For a brief moment, a flicker of confusion passed Jenna's face before it was quickly replaced with her careless expression. The idea that a man so wealthy as this wouldn't keep staff was odd in her experience. That, and the fact that he believed having staff was extravagant, but a pleasure slave was not. But she quickly dismissed it, retreating inside herself again.

"Certainly, Master," she said, lowering herself into the vehicle. She fastened the seatbelt as he made his way to the driver's side. Once he was in, she asked, "Would you care to discuss your preferences with me, Master? Or to outline your home regulations?"

 

[Friend in the shadows]

Gram pondered her words as he pulled the car away from the auction site. "My...preferences with you, I would say, will most likely be ever evolving. I've never owned a slave before, though I have worked for...people...who have." He said as the car picked up speed.

"As a pleasure slave, I imagine that you have been instructed in sexual techniques in order to serve your masters better. While appropriate, I will desire more than that from you. My home regulations will be as follows:" he held up his right hand as he began to count.

"1. You will stay out of the attic. It contains my work space which is in no need of any pleasure that you could provide.
2. When we get inside, I shall be removing your collar; do not think that means you are free. The bulky piece of metal around you neck is ill fitting for your welcoming body. I'm betting that chafe marks have been forming while you are forced to wear it. I shall buy a new one for you tomorrow.
3. Unless I order otherwise, you will have the luxury of wearing what you like. As of right now, that means little to you. Tomorrow it will mean much more. I wish to see you dressed to impress anyone that looks our way, so you will be picking out clothes that will turn heads as well as ones that you wish to be seen wearing.
4. You will always be sleeping in my bed. Sleeping on the floor is not good for your back. Whether you will be bound tightly or able to move will depend on how good a slave you are. Is that clear?" He said as the car pulled into the driveway of a small two story house.

 

[A Gilt Clochard]

"I understand," she said, clipped nods punctuating each rule as he finished, "And I will do as you say."

As they pulled up, her eyes passed over the facade of the house, taking in its feel in an attempt to understand the part-demon's tastes. When the car stopped, she got out of the car and came close to him, bowing her head, "Do you desire my services, Master, or do you prefer that I first be cleaned and dressed?"

Another thing she had learned: some masters liked her fresh out of the auction house, others wanted her clean of the place first. Still others wanted something in between, like to bathe or shower with her, to get the best of both. She looked up at him, gauging his reaction.

 

[Friend in the shadows]

"I wish to clean you first. That place reeks of filth. I don't know when the last time you had hot water for a shower or bath, but I'm sure that you miss the sensation of it washing down your body. As for dressed, I don't think I my clothes would fit you." Gram replied, as smile breaking across his lips as he finished speaking.

The house, form all appearances, looked like any other house. Two story, fresh cut lawn, big front windows with curtains pulled over for privacy. Nothing that would attract attention to ones self and was comfortable to live in. Once inside, Gram removed the collar from her neck, casually tossing it onto a near by chair. The inside of the house matched the outside: clean, nothing out of place, everything appearing to be in good working order. The home of a man that looked after himself well and did not waste a thing.

"Remove your clothes then follow me." He said, slowly walking away and stripping off the suit that covered his body.

 

[A Gilt Clochard]

Jenna slipped the bra and panties off, dropping them in the chair with the collar. She followed Gram, her hips swaying a little. Certainly the hips of a human, and not of fae or demon. She watched him remove his clothes with precision. His dark skin shone under the house lights in a way that would have fascinated her over a year ago.

It seemed to her that she had been an impulse buy, as most Masters of pleasure-slaves kept a collection of clothes and accouterments that they liked their slaves to wear and use. She noted this, and continued to follow him.

 

[Friend in the shadows]

The washroom was a fair bit larger than typical for a house this size. The shower could accommodate the two of them easily. Gram had set his clothes down atop of the sink counter before moving to turn on the water. He tested the spray and heat several times, making sure both were to his liking, before turning to look at her.

Grams' body held a tone of one who kept in shape. He wasn't a mountain of muscle, but still held a certain tenseness in his form. Light scars were visible along his chest and arms. Nothing hideous, but still a reference to the type of work him was involved in. His member, while impressive, was hanging for the time being. He nodded his approval of her bare body before stepping into the tub.

"Join me. I want to show you how I wish to clean yourself from here on." He said as he picked up a bottle of shampoo.

 

[A Gilt Clochard]

"Of course, Master," she said, her tone dropping a little, taking on a less matter-of-fact quality and one more intimate, "Teach me. Show me."

She stepped into the bath with him, sliding between his legs, brushing against them. She let herself slide against his manhood lightly, and ran her hands around behind his thighs, slipping her fingers along the backs of his legs-- a little trick she had learned. Sometimes it didn't take grabbing hold of a man's rod to get him aroused. Often, touching him in places usually left untouched could do it just as well. Without looking back, she was measuring his reaction.

 

[Friend in the shadows]

Gram smiled lightly as she preformed her seductive maneuver. His staff hardened a little with each touch she gave him. Despite this welcomed distraction, Gram remembered what it was that he wished to do. Dispensing a large gob of shampoo into his hand, he began to message her sculpt, taking special care to reach the roots of her hair, washing and rinsing it until it reached a mirror shine.

"Your hair is full and soft, but also very thick. It will take some time to wash it correctly." He said, grabbing a brush off the sink. Slowly, he began to comb out her hair, trying not to pull too hard at any knots. "Tell me about yourself while I work. Your name, family, previous masters. All of it." He added as the water continued to rain down on them.

 

[A Gilt Clochard]

As he scrubbed the shampoo into her scalp, she rocked her head back into his hands, making a soft noise. It felt good physically, but whether she even registered it on a personal level was up to question. "Thank you, Master," she muttered, still in her deeper, seductive tone.

There was a moment's silence after he asked, and for that moment it seemed as if she wouldn't answer, but she began, "I am Jenna Harris. I once had a father and two sisters, but now, as a slave, I have no family. I have had six masters since becoming a pleasure-slave, nine masters in total. Since serving in this capacities, I have been trained under each master to suit his needs. I have learned how to perform oral, give pleasurable sex, and handjobs. I have often served in subjugation capacities, and have learned to dominate at my master's command. I learned not only to serve, but to perform for my master. I am capable of lap dances, and can perform any number of tasks with another person, slave, or object, if my master prefers to watch. Shall I go on?"

She seemed to have become focused on what she was able to do, rather than divulging much personal insight or her past. As she spoke, her face remained a calm blank, without emotion. Her voice retained its low quality, but sounded more like the cut-and-dry seduction of a whore than a lover. Physically, though, she continued to touch him and rock her head into his hands, encouraging him to touch her as he wished.

 

[Friend in the shadows]

Gram caught her reluctance to answer his question, as well as her dodge at revealing anything more about her past before being sold as a slave. Letting the subject rest for the moment, he turned his attention towards the cleansing of Jennas' body. Pulling back for a second, Gram grabbed a wash cloth and soap bar. Building up a thick lather, he started the lightly scrub her arms and back, feeling her soft skin beneath his hands.

Leaning close to whisper in her ear, he started to speak again. "Your previous masters were fools to let a body like yours from their grasps." His hands started to move up along Jennas' stomach, staying well below her breast line for the time being. "Did they ever think about trying to pleasure you or did they just use you and discard you after they had their fun?" He asked as he began to kiss along the nap of her neck.

 

[A Gilt Clochard]

((Sorry for disappearing-- had some emergencies))

"I served my purpose as long as they wished it of me, then yes, I was sent back to auction," she said, an unspoken just as it will be with you hanging in the air, though once again, she left part of his question unanswered. Did they ever think about trying to pleasure you? Though he couldn't see her face from behind her, her expression flickered as he asked.

Physically, though, she responded, leaning into his hands, tilting her head back and into his kisses, a soft moan passing her lips.

 

[Friend in the shadows]

(Hey it happens. I'm just glad your back so we can continue having fun )

Grams' hand began slowly washing the front of her body, gliding gently over her breasts and along her arms while keeping her tucked close to his body. His lips continued to kiss her, lightly peaking at her shoulders. "I think your upper have it clean now. Time to move lower." He whispered in her ear. His hands slid down to her legs as he kneeled down, soap washing away as quickly as it was applied by his hands. His mouth never stopped kissing her body, but instead left a trail on her back as he washed the filth from the auction house away.

"Looks like you're all clean now, except for one place." He said as his tongue moved closer to Jennas' thighs. Lightly, Gram moved her legs apart, just enough for the tip of his tongue to start exploring her sex, tasting the sweat pleasure that her previous masters had decided to ignore.

 

[A Gilt Clochard]

Jenna provided him with soft moans as he touched her, her fingers trailing here and there in return. Previous masters had seemed interested in her sounds (some expressly asking her to moan or scream for them), but as things progressed of an evening they tended to settle quickly into their own pleasures. Jenna supposed this was no different. Her hands' movement was simply preparation for when he wanted her services more directly.

But as she watched, detached, as his head lowered between her legs toward her sex, there was another brief moment of confusion. Was he... really going down on her? She took stock of this. Her new master seemed to have different tastes from her previous masters. His tongue sliding across her mound sent tremors through her limbs, and an earnest gasp slipped past her lips. Her expression remained unchanged, but the sound rang true, unlike her previous moans.

"What-- what do you wish of me, Master?" she asked. There was a hint of something in her voice-- a degree of panic, perhaps?-- as if she were trying to reestablish her position. As if she didn't know what to do when she wasn't serving another's needs.

 

[Friend in the shadows]

Gram felt her body shudder as he started tasting her lower lips. A smile crossed his face as he finally had proof that he was right about Jennas' former owners. "I want many things from you sweet Jenna, but for starters, I want you to enjoy yourself. You have gone too long without indulging in your needs. Lean forward, it will help steady you."

Grams' tongue began again, lightly touching her mound and enjoying every tremor Jennas' body would give him. Taking his time, he explored every inch of her sex that he could, darting his tongue in between the folds of her lower lips, caressing them as best as he could. Once he felt she was ready, Gram pushed his tongue deep into her pussy, his hands resting on her thighs for leverage as he did.

 

[A Gilt Clochard]

Jenna obediently leaned forward, placing her hands on the sides of the tub to brace herself, seemingly glad to have some directive. But that was where her certainty stopped. As his tongue played against her, her body reacted with tremors and shivers, small gasps sliding through her lips as he pleasured her. Her pussy quickly became wet with her juices, something unusual for her. Her previous masters had needed to provide lubricant for their exchanges, as she never felt personal pleasure enough to become so wet as this.

But now that she did, her body seemed to hunger for his touch. Though he couldn't see it, Jenna was beginning to surface. She was confused, but the detached facade slipped a little. That was the moment Gram pushed his tongue deep inside her, and she cried, "Aha!"

Her fingers clenched around the edge of the tub, her toes curling under her as he slipped in, and she couldn't help but buck against him, seeking more.