Disobedience (IWishxAlleluia)

[IWishThat..]

"Fucking bitch!"
"Just get her into the back of the damn car!"
"She fucking bit me!"
"Well then maybe you should of gagged her as well as blindfolded her!"

A smack resounded out in her dark world, only making Jocelyn struggle all the more. At the sound of tape being pulled she only struggled all the more, whimpering as the tape covered her mouth and she was effectively pushed into the back of what she assumed was a car. If her eyes hadn't been covered they would of seen how ferociously her golden brown eyes were glaring at those bastards. No tears, not yet. She knew what was going on. She had finally been sold, to someone she had never seen before. The dim cage she had been held in this whole time hadn't given her the opportunity to see who was looking in at her. They had kept her caged up, in a more quiet place. Her good looks and perfect body made her a higher price so she was kept in a relatively clean place. Something she may of cared about if she had been on the other side of the cage bars. But seeing as she had been the one in the cage the only thing on her mind was getting away.

Though every time she tried to escape they would punish her, yank off her dirty clothes and force her to suck their dirty cocks as they touched her. not once did they penetrate her, leaving her a virgin. That only upped the price on her as well. She thought of all this as the car moved beneath her, taking her to who ever was her new owner. They probably warned this person that she was a lot of trouble, that was probably the reason for the new collar. Jocelyn knew it was new because it felt different, like leather instead of the metal it had been before.

It seemed to take only moments before they reached their destination, the men clambering out of the car and opening the trunk again. In the distance she heard a door bell ring, obviously it being one of the men going to get her new master or mistress. Her leg's were untied and she was forced to her feet, stumbling slightly from the sudden new use of them. It had been weeks since she had free movement of them, for the simple reason that she tried to get away too many times. They pulled her to her feet again, hands dusting off her knees before they started to tug her away again. Before they had left they had washed her. The very thought of that encounter sent shivers down her back, making her gulp slightly. They hadn't been nice about it at all, rough hands touching her all over, running through her dark brown curly hair, and touching her wonderful double D breasts as they washed her. It had been horrible and she couldn't help but think this new person was going to be exactly the same.

The front door opening sounded just before Jocelyn as they came to a stop, one of the guards hands tightening on her arm. "Good morning, Mistress. We have brought your package."

 

[Alleluia Green]

Inside the secluded, woodland mansion, Amelia Brackwell watched the car wind up the long gravel driveway. She lounged on a window seat, casually sipping a glass of wine, the red liquid wetting her equally red lips. Amelia appreciated a dramatic appearance, keeping her black hair well-curled, her skin creamy smooth, her eyes smokey and her lips red. Her nails were well manicured, and her teeth a gleaming white. In the eyes of any sensible man she was a walking beauty, an inch over six feet, with an Amazon's build and plump breasts, shapely hips, and slender legs.

It was a shame, then, that she was primarily interested in women.

Not that men did not have their uses. Just recently she had broken in a male slave for a friend of hers. What an eager little boy he'd been, sucking on Amelia's nipples and practically worshiping the cock hanging between her legs. She had enjoyed penetrating his ass with her dick; she's enjoyed breaking him. Still, her true pleasure came from the fairer sex, which was why she was so eager for today's delivery.

As the car pulled up in front of her house, she rose from her perch, setting her wine glass on one of the many mahogany round end tables dotting the downstairs. The house was expensively furnished, with lots of plush leather furniture and soft carpeting. Huge windows offered an expansive look at the woodlands surrounded the secluded house Amelia had inherited and turned into her private sex mansion. True, she only kept one slave at a time, but there were toys and chains openly displayed in almost every room, especially the basement...

Amelia opened the door and smiled at the men escorting her new toy. "Welcome," she said, stepping aside and allowing them into her home. For the special occasion she wore a slimming little black dress with a deep V-neck, leaving little of her figure to the imagination. "I'm so glad you've arrived safely. You may chain her over here."

She led the men into the living room, where a set of shackles hung down from the ceiling in the empty space between the couch and the fireplace. The two men easily maneuvered the young woman into position, lifting her arms and snapping the cuffs over her wrists. Under Amelia's advisement, matching shackles were placed on her ankles, leaving her all but helpless in a stranger's home.

"Thank you, gentlemen. That will be all."

 

[IWishThat..]

The guards couldn't help but look the mistress over as the door opened and they were ordered to chain Jocelyn up. For a moment they hesitated, Looking Amelia's full form over before they pulled Jocelyn into the building and over to where they had been ordered the chain her. of course the whole thing didn't go completely smoothly, Jocelyn instantly fighting them the moment she felt her arms going up. All she could imagine was them putting her some place she didn't want to be. Don't get her wrong, the place she came from wasn't any good either but anywhere they she was chained down she sure as hell didn't want to be.

Her yell was muffled because of the tape as she kicked out at the men, the cuffs snapping into place above her head but she wasn't going to stop fighting. There was no way she was just going to take this laying down. Not when she could possibly leave at least one more good bruise on those bastards. She heard one of them cry out as her foot made contact with what she thought was a soft spot though she wasn't completely sure or not. this however only made them that much more eager to get her chained down. They grabbed her legs, trying to hold her wiggling body still as they wrapped the cuffs around her ankles and locked them into place. Even after they were locked she struggled, straining against the chains for a few moments as the guards looked on. She didn't have the strength nor the energy to fight for much longer, breathing heavily through her nose seeing as her mouth was still taped shut.

Once both the guards were satisfied that she wasn't going anywhere they gave Amelia a bow, departing with one final word. "Enjoy." Jocelyn didn't like that and she sure as hell didn't like the fact that she couldn't move either, stretched out so wonderfully. If anyone wanted something from her they could just take it, or touch her anywhere they pleased. That alone set her anger ablaze.

 

[Alleluia Green]

Amelia nodded at the guards as they left, though her eyes remained trained on Jocelyn. Watching the girl struggle made Amelia almost sad. Obviously, the slavers had not treated her well; certainly not to the standards Amelia had requested. It was so disheartening to see such treatment, and it certainly made for a more difficult time on her part, teaching obedience instead of this savagery.

Approaching the thrashing slave, Amelia stopped a few feet away, examining her thoroughly with her eyes, humming with appreciation. She was a very nice sale, physically speaking. Those delicious breasts...Amelia's cock jumped between her legs at the thought of mercilessly twisting those nipples into hard round nubs. Eventually. We must take it slow with this one.

"I'm going to uncover your eyes," she said, tone calm and pleasant. Reaching out, her nimble fingers expertly removed the blindfold covering Jocelyn's fierce golden eyes. "Now look at me." It was not a request. "You may call me Mistress. I'm going to leave your gag on for the time being, but if you're a good girl while I inspect you, I will remove that as well. Nod for me, if you understand."

 

[IWishThat..]

There was the sound of a door closing and then silence in the room. Maybe she was alone? She gave another hard tug on the chains, almost whimpering at the way the cuffs cut into her wrists but at the moment she didn't care. She wanted free, she wanted out of here and she sure as hell didn't want to be considered some fucking slave.

All at once her body came to a stand still, a voice having spoken from somewhere in front of her. That only made her panic slightly on the inside, flat stomach knotting harshly. A woman's voice. She hadn't been paying attention before to what gender this person was but just because it was a woman didn't make it any better. a woman could be just as bad as any man. Her eyes stayed squeezed shut for a moment when the blind fold was pulled from her head, blinking them open a second later. The room seemed nicely furnished, that is execpt for the sex toys and things like it scattered around the room.

When Amelia demanded that Jocelyn look at her those golden eyes jumped to attention, glaring firmly with fire and fear deep in them. It was then that she fully inspected this woman that was supposed to be her new owner. She was beautiful, Jocelyn had to give her that but there was something off about her. Enough so that instead of nodding Jocelyn gave a shake of her head. if she could have she would have ran in the opposite direction. but instead she was forced to stay right where she was. She was no dog but when cornered she'd bite.

 

[Alleluia Green]

"No?" Amelia said lightly, arching a crescent eyebrow. "It isn't that complicated. I promise I won't bite." She paused, considering her new slave. Then, she grinned. "Hard."

The idea of feasting on the trapped girl's flesh made her cock begin to harden beneath her dress. Her underwear cupped her dick perfectly, causing the bulge to form against her stomach. The dress was tight enough that once her erection became firm enough, there was little mystery as to what made this lady so special.

Licking her lips, she stepped a little closer to Jocelyn, reaching out to stroke her hair, digging her fingers into the thick curls. Nodding in approval, she moved her hands down, boldly cupping her breasts and lifting them experimentally, as though she were evaluating an animal or some inhuman creature. "Very good," she said. "Your features are just as lovely in person."

 

[IWishThat..]

Jocelyn only gave another shake of her head at the question, eyes narrowing all the more at the next sentence. Bite. This wasn't funny. She wasn't some kind of meat to be aged and then eaten. Her eyes clamped closed as Amelia stepped closer, trying to ignore the way those fingers ran through her curls. She had always liked having her hair touched and played with. it was one of those things you never grow out of. those thoughts stopped there however when fingers suddenly grasped her breasts. She gasped, even from behind the duck tape, golden eyes going wide for a moment with fear. Her eyebrows crunched together but she refused to yank at the chains anymore. She had said that she would take off the tape if she was good. So like hell she was going to chance that privilege being taken away, even if she did want nothing more than to run off in the opposite direction.

 

[Alleluia Green]

Amelia noted the fear in Jocelyn's eyes, and again, she grew saddened. How dare those idiotic slave traders jeopardize her trust with her slave, before she even got a chance to make her first impression. That fear should not be there. There should never be fear between a slave and master, unless it was implicit to their relationship. In this case, it was not, and the fear in her slave's eyes made her angry, but not at her. At their circumstances.

But enough. There was nothing Amelia could do but try and earn her trust.

"I am not here to hurt you," she said, slowly and sensually massaging Jocelyn's breasts in a way she knew felt good, rubbing her thumbs across her nipples. Her face hovered close to Jocelyn's, and she slowly kissed her through the duct tape. "I am here to teach you."

 

[IWishThat..]

Those words didn't make Jocelyn trust her and she didn't even bat an eye at it. How could she trust someone that was probably just as bad as all the other owners out there? Jocelyn herself had once been free, had once had the choice on what she wanted to do or not do. At least that's what she thought. That is until the day he sold her to the highest bidder, the day she turned 18. Which just so happened to be Amelia. Her trust was shattered, broken into a million pieces. How was she supposed to trust anything anyone said when she could just be sold off again?

The touch's to her breasts made her whimper slightly, golden eyes watching Amelia's face very closely as they were touched. Her body was clean now so the slight bruising on her skin was now ever so slightly obvious, bruises from where she had been trying to get free. They showed up all over her skin, finger prints of how roughly they had truly treated her. they hadn't been nice about anything, they had always dragged her along and pushed her when she didn't want to go. They would get paid whether she made it to their destination in one piece or not.

Jocelyn flinched when those lips were pressed against her own duct taped ones, turning her head to the side so that the woman before her couldn't try and do that again. She wasn't going to fight but that didn't mean she had to stand there and enjoy this. No matter how good those hands felt massaging her skin.

 

[Alleluia Green]

Humming, unfrazzled by her denial of another kiss, Amelia continued her ministrations on her slave's chest, squeezing the mounds, lifting them, pinching and rubbing those cute little nipples. Her eyes wandered around her slave's body, picking up the traces of old bruising, as well as some ones that were still purple-yellow, recently. She clicked her tongue and sighed again.

"You poor girl," she murmured, dropping her breasts and tracing her fingertips lightly across her bruises, down her ribcage, over her stretched tummy. "I'm very sorry you were treated this way. I promise, nothing like that will happen to you in my care."

Amelia shifted on her feet as her cock jumped in her panties, eager for some attention after pawing at the attractive girl's breasts. It wasn't quite time for that, yet. first things first...

"You've been good," she praised, playing with her hair again. "I'm going to remove the duct tape. You can yell and scream if you want, but I promise, there is no one around to hear you, and I can always gag you again. Is that clear?"

Without waiting for a response, she reached out, quickly and painlessly ripping off the duct tape.

 

[IWishThat..]

She kept her head turned away, refusing to look Amelia in the face any longer. There was no way she was going to let Amelia see that it felt any kind of good, being touched in such a way. Especially since it seemed to please the woman so much to be touching her. When those fingers released her breasts and moved on her body jumped, eyes shooting back to the woman's face and narrowing. Those fingers moved across her skin and she could almost trace their path with her mind, pulling in deep breaths to try and calm herself. She was almost certain that if she wasn't chained up she would have slapped this bitch already.

When the woman's hands moved up to her hair and she spoke again Jocelyn grew still, bracing herself for having the tape ripped from her. It was painless only for a few moments once it had finally been ripped free but that didn't mean it didn't hurt slightly. Cause it did, after the initial shock had worn off her skin. It was only a slight burning sensation, without leaving a mark behind. "Fuck you." Her voice was soft and gentle, the kind that always sounded good when crying out in pleasure. Her golden eyes glared at Amelia, lips slightly parted so that she could pull in deep breaths.