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Money Well Spent (Master Machiavelli & Alexandria94)

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Master Machiavelli

Super-Earth
Joined
Feb 19, 2013
Location
USA
"One hundred thousand dollars!" The auction room went silent as Gavin placed his bid. That should shut them up. he thought to himself as he watched the look on the auctioneer's face- stunned surprise... a hundred grand for this girl? it seemed to read.

"Going once...twice...SOLD to the gentleman in the back." The auctioneer called out as he banged his gavel sealing the deal. Gavin held up his bidders card and the auctioneer jotted down the number. A few slapped him on the back congratulating him on his purchase. Of course she was a fine example, they all were. But there was something about this filly, something he saw in her eyes and he looked forward to breaking her.
 
Of course she had to get kidnapped on the day she look at least half way decent. Morgan wished she looked worse than this that way no one would buy her. Of course the only thing she was wearing were a simple pair of her beloved Chuck Taylors, a regular t-shirt with her old high school insignia on it and her favorite pair of jean shorts. It wasn't like she was dressed up for attention, but the curled hair and eyeliner enhanced her high cheek bones. Her legs were showing and it made her sick to her stomach to know that all these men were here, in actual suit and tie, to bid on kidnapped girls like her.

She looked up from her rope-bound hands to the faces staring back at her. She had hoped that no one would notice her and that maybe they would let her go, but as soon as the auctioneer said sold her heart dropped. She was nervous which meant she couldn't see the man who had bought her way in the back, but she could tell by his silhouette that he wasn't built small. She didn't want to go home with him, but judging from the guards on either side of her and the way the place was heavily locked down she saw no way out either.
 
Gavin made his way to the cashier and placed the brushed metal case on the small ledge. He handed the attractive woman on the other side of the desk his bidder's number and she totaled up the cost of his purchase.

"With the twenty percent house fee, your total today Mr. MacLean will be one hundred and twenty thousand dollars. Cash only...of course."

"Of course," Gavin answered with a smile as the locks to the case snapped open and he pulled fat bundles of one hundred dollar bills out and stacked them on the counter. The petite blonde across from him took the bills and ran them through a money counter to verify that it was all there. She smiled as the digital readout on the machine tallied the final amount.

"Perfect Sir." She wrote out a receipt for him and handed it over. "Congratulations. You'll pick up your property over there," she pointed to a doorway on the far side of the room. "For an additional fee, we can have her cleaned and prepared however you'd like. It's just a small service we offer our valued clients." Her smile was genuine and Gavin debated. "Yes, I think I shall. Have her showered, perfumed and dressed in something...provocative." He thought for a moment, "Oh, and I've brought this." Mr. MacLean reached into his pocket and drew out a black leather collar, thick and wide with a large buckle. "Make sure she has this on when she's ready to be picked up. And if she gives you any problems, hobble her knees and tie her hands behind her back."
 
Morgan felt like she was a timid mouse who was in the room full of cats. If she said or did anything wrong she would be attacked and she knew there would be consequences, hurtful ones. She watched the man as he got up and walked to cashier. They talked for a while, but after they were done she was grabbed on the arm roughly enough to make her wince as she was pulled into the back. She just hoped this cruelty was temporary and that once she with the man he wouldn't be as mean.

They took her into a small room, and demanded that she strip. When she was too hesitant to lift her shirt completely off she was struck in her stomach by a whip which caused her to groan loudly. "Do what you are told, do it quickly and you'll be fine." She was told as the two masculine women stared at her. Not wanting to be struck again she quickly stripped down to her panties and when they saw that they were black and lace she was told she could keep them on. She sighed with relief and covered her breasts as her entire body reddened.

Roughly they pinned her hair up on her head and she closed her eyes not wanting to see or accept this. She knew she was too weak to fight back. As they washed her, and put perfume on her they moved to her face. "She has so much natural beauty, we won't do much to her face." One said as she heard the ruffling of fabric. "Put this on." She opened her eyes to see a beautiful dress, it was way open in the back as she slipped it on. She felt naked in it and was almost sure her butt cheeks would show from how low the dress dipped. It was also short in the front. With it they threw in some heels. She was surprised at how nice they were but slipped them on without any word.
One of the women reached into her pocket and pulled out a collar. She didn't want the collar on and when they snapped it around her neck she almost broke a sob, but told herself she would keep a straight face.

They led her out a door, where the rest of the 'purchases' were standing and she started to shake lightly from fear of what was about to happen with her.
 
Gavin handed the metal case off to his driver as he waited until she was ready. He took a seat in the buyers lounge and the cocktail waitress brought him his drink of choice- MacAllen 18, with a splash of water. He swirled the amber liquid in its crystal glass, watching the facets catch the light before taking a sip. It heated his throat as it ran down to his belly and the man, in his mid thirties smiled contentedly. It had been a good night and he was sure he'd found a diamond in the rough- and even though he'd probably overpaid; it was only money and he'd have more tomorrow.

Being independently wealthy certainly had it's perks. Houses, planes, boats, expensive cars and things; they all paled in comparison to this. The auction house was by invite only and it was extremely exclusive. Not to mention illegal, which increased the salaciousness of it all. It was perhaps fifteen minutes after he'd bought her that the cocktail waitress came back and told him his purchase was ready to take home, 'or wherever he desired." Gavin nodded and slipped a hundred dollar bill between the delicious mounds of her breasts as he stood. "Cheers." He answered as he placed the now empty glass on her tray and stood. Adjusting his suit, an expensive Armani, Gavin made his way into the room which held the half dozen or so girls. He looked around, not recognizing at first the one he'd won, but then he saw her and smiled. He walked up and drew a leash from his jacket pocket, thin and shiny silver. He stood well over six feet tall and was broad in the shoulders; built like a rugby player.

"You shall call me Sir. Am I understood?" He asked in his thick Scottish brogue as he held up the clasp end of the leash. "I own you now- and paid good money for ye as well. So take this end of my leash... your end lass, clip it to your collar and we'll be on our way."
 
While Morgan stood there for the couple of minutes, she observed everything. She took at how scared most of the other girls looked, equally matching up with her shaking. She didn't want to keep her eyes up, so she looked at everything with a slight downcast. She couldn't believe her life had come to this. She knew that she had done a few bad things, and had had terrible things happen to her and she hoped it would get slightly better. But a transition from before to this only made her feel even smaller and weaker than she already was.

She could see the feet of all the men who were seated in expensive chairs, drinking expensively, and wearing really expensive suits. All of that made her even more nervous, and the only thing that could have made her stomach worsen was exactly what did. She watched as a pair of expensive looking pair of suit pants walked in her direction and stopped in front of her. Slowly she raised her head and looked at him. The way he looked made her nervous alone but the ice in his eyes made her blood run cold. She listened to him as he talked and when he was finished she looked at the leash. She didn't want to put it on, she wanted to run but she didn't want to get hurt.

Slowly reaching out with an extremely shaking hand she grabbed the end from his hand, being careful not to let their skin touch. Feeling like she was losing any independence she had left she hooked it to the little ring in the front of her collar. Not being able to look at him anymore she lowered her head slightly and focused all her attention on the button of his suit.
 
"My name's Gavin," he began. "But you can call me 'Sir." He took a long look at her, eyes turned downward, and he appreciated her deference. She heard the clinking of the links of her leash and caught a glimpse of the loop end slipping over his powerful hand and around his wrist. Morgan then felt the man, her new Master lean in and whisper into her ear.

"Now, you're the prettiest girl in the room and I'll not have ye staring at your feet. You're mine now, and although you might not feel it now, in time it will become something you're proud of. So lift your head, show these men the mistake they made in not choosing you as I have."
 
Morgan might not have wanted to be in the current situation she was in, but when she observed everything about this man the only thing that flashed in her mind was power, and a lot of it. Even when he leaned in, and hadn't even touched her, her body reacted to the way his hot breath flowed over her ear. The way it fluttered the small hairs on the base of her neck and the close proximity of him to her. She could feel her face heat up and she wasn't sure how to act like she would become proud of this, but not wanting to anger him she did as she was told. Her head lifted slowly, her eyes scanning behind him for a few moments before they landed back on him. She knew he would be able to see the blush accumulating on her face and she drew in her bottom lip to lightly bite on it.
 
His smile slowly widened as her head began to rise. "Aye, that's it lass," he spoke softly in his thickly accented Scottish brogue. "You're so very pretty, so very pretty indeed." He looked to some of the new owners in the room as he slowly adjusted his shirtsleeves beneath his suit jacket. "Right lads," he began watching as many clipped their own leashes to their new pet's collars. "Thank ye all for saving this beauty for me." She heard the chin links of the thin chain clink. "She's such a good girl already, clipping herself to her collar as I required. Should you need any training tips, you know where to find me." He turned back to Morgan.

"That's a beautiful dress and heels I've bought to dress you in. Turn for me and show me that my money was well spent." He remained smiling as he finished, taking in each and every one of her delicious curves.
 
Morgan wondered if he was being nice to her because it was his nature or if he just didn't want her to make a scene. She listened to him talk to everyone else, how commanding and easily all his words slid out. She blinked at him and kept her head up even though she wanted more than anything to put her head back down. His gaze scared her. She could feel how cold he could be simply because of the gleam that his eyes held. When he told her to turn she didn't want to, but again, she wanted to stay on his good side. Because of the chain on her neck she was only able to turn around halfway. She didn't want to displease him so she stayed that way for a couple of moments before turning back around. Her legs were starting to quiver. She never wore heels, and combined with her being nervous it wasn't going so well. Biting the inside of her cheek she forced herself to stay up right.
 
"Very nice. Very nice indeed." Sir complemented her after she completed her twirl, as ungraceful as it was. "Right then, time for us to depart." He nodded to a few of the men in the room and with a look back to Morgan he simply said. "Do keep up." He made his way to the private entrance where his car was waiting.

The Mercedes sedan was long and black with heavily tinted windows. His driver emerged and held the door open for them both. "After you my sweet." Gavin offered to Morgan as he stood there wondering at what point she might just try to disobey and ready to react as necessary.
 
Morgan walked and kept up with him, as difficult as it was in the heels as they were led to the car. She wanted so badly to run before she got into things too deeply but she knew she couldn't. Even if her want to was strong, her willpower was stronger. When he opened the door for her she silently and politely slipped herself inside, her stomach starting to become knotted. She slid her way across the seat as much as the chain would allow and then dropped her head again. She knew he might have wanted her to look at him but once in a while she needed to look away to try and catch her breath and her bearings.
 
Gavin stepped in an the door was closed, insulating them from the outside world as the driver took his place and the car sped off into the night. Once they were out of the city and on the interstate, Gavin turned to the girl.

"What's your name?" He asked, trying to decide if he would call her by it or not. "We have some time before we reach my estate, so it would be best to cover my expectations, don't you think?" He watched her carefully as he spoke. This would go one of a couple ways, and in any event, in the end, he would get what he wanted.
 
Inside the small car Morgan felt even smaller than she had on the inside, and she felt like Gavin was huge, even though she had to crane her head up to look at him in the first place. She also felt like she was too close to him and subconsciously she scooted a couple of inches to the other side. Nodding her head up and down slowly to show she understood. Because she did, she understood that one way or another this man would get the sex with the woman he had paid for. She just hoped he would care enough to actually be slow with her. Letting go of the lip she was biting excessively she turned a little and looked at him, speaking to him for the first time. "It's M-Morgan, Sir." She told him, hoping that he would look over her nervousness as she called him Sir, because she knew it would be around for just a little bit.
 
He smiled as she stuttered her name, knowing the effect he was having on her nerves. At least she nodded that she understood, even though he was confident that she most likely didn't. It didn't escape his attention that she's slid a few inches further from him, trying to disappear into the shadows of the car's interior, or perhaps the interior itself. It made Gavin smile just a little bit more at the futility of it.

"I expect you to address me as 'Sir,' or 'Master.'" His voice was calm, but there was definitely a firmness to it. "I expect you to listen and pay attention when I am speaking to you- your undivided attention." He nodded before continuing. "I can imagine just how frightening and unimaginable this must feel to you right now, but you have nothing to fear. In time you will learn that I am firm, but fair. If you misbehave or act improperly... I will correct you. But I don't believe in punishment. I am responsible for your training, to ensure that you learn exactly how to please and serve me. If I fail, then I have failed you and that isn't your fault, My Pet." He slid his hand across the seat cushion to the space between them.

"Now, sit here, beside me. I prefer you... right here; not hiding on the far side of the car."
 
Morgan looked over at him from underneath her eyelashes. She tried to make it discreet but eventually she just ended up turning her head and looking at him. He truly was a handsome man, and she wanted to open the door and bolt but she was sure that he would catch her before her body was close to escaping. Biting her lip even harder to try and keep the trembling from happening she scooted back closer to him. Not was close as she was at first but definitely closer than before.
"I'm sorry Sir, I'm t-trying. You just, scare me." She told him and she gasped a little at herself, her hand quickly going up to cover her mouth. She wasn't sure where that had come from but she knew for sure that she hadn't meant to say it out loud. Her face was becoming a deep blushed red in her embarrassment.
 
"There's no reason to be frightened of me, lass." He smiled slightly at her admission and the adorable manner in which she covered her mouth as if trying to push the words back inside. "As long as you do as you are told, to the best of your ability, I'll never have reason to correct you. He looked down to the gap on the seat which still separated them, and he drew up the slack on her leash, pulling it taught. "Now what was my desire? What did I order you to do?" He was still smiling and speaking softly to her. "I expect you to obey and do as I command with out question or hesitation to the best of your ability."
 
The way he spoke with such authority made Morgan's skin crawl, but the slow smile he had on his face helped with her nerves. She tried to get herself to calm but when he pulled the leash she leaned forward, toward him to get some slack back into it. She knew by the way his voice sounded that he meant for her to scoot over, and it pleased her that he was being so kind with her but a part wouldn't let her bring down her guard. After all this was a complete stranger. Taking in a deep breath she moved over to him, this time not allowing for any gap as her thigh brushed his. She hoped it was acceptable as she didn't want to make him mad. Using the new slack on her leash she moved her head forward, looking away from him.
 
Gavin rested his strong, large hand on Morgan's thigh, easily covering the top of it with the size of it. He squeezed it lightly, feeling the firmness of her young body beneath the sexy dress they'd dressed her in. "Much better, My Pet." He commented as his blue/green hazel eyes fell on the girl, noting that she'd looked away. A desirable trait in a submissive, he thought to himself as the Mercedes left the highway and traveled on into the foothills.

They slowed for a moment as they approached a guardhouse and a large wrought iron fence, as it swung open to receive them. The car passed through and as the gate closed behind them and the vehicle traveled up the long paved driveway, flanked on both sides by impeccably manicured lawn and landscaped vegetation Gavin seemed to noticeably relax and his hand stroked Morgan's thigh absently. "We're home, my little treasure."
 
Despite the way the circumstances were Morgan found herself lightly relaxing, knowing that there was no way out but to go with it and see where it led. It had been a long while since she had last trusted someone, and it wasn't something she gave away lightly.
Her mind focusing on only his hand on her thigh as they pulled up the long driveway to the obvious mansion that she couldn't see yet. She could feel her leg prickle with goosebumps underneath his hand and she squirmed slightly, hoping he would ignore the blush growing on her face. She had never had someone touch her so intimately even though it was just her thigh, so she did not know how to react.
"Sir," She started to ask him, wondering something that she had to know before they reached home. "May I ask a question of you before we get out?"
 
He appreciated her grammar; it was apparent that she was bright and it made Gavin all the happier. "You may." He answered as the driver placed the car in park and walked slowly around the car. "What is it you wish to ask?" Gavin's hand slid from Morgan's thigh slowly as he shifted the leash from his right hand to his left and he smiled, wondering what exactly she wanted to know.
 
Before Morgan could get herself to ask her question she had to let herself clam down first. The goosebumps became more fierce as his hand slid off her and the leash was transferred. She wasn't sure how she felt about the leash in the future but for now she really didn't like it. "Am I the only p-pet in your house?" She asked him, almost dreading the answer. She knew a part of her would die even more inside if he had someone else who was already perfectly 'trained'.
 
Just as Morgan finished her question the chauffeur opened the door. Gavin smiled lightly as he shifted in his seat to get out of the car. "Does it matter?" He rose effortlessly out of the car, a movement well practiced over time. Standing beside the car he looked back to where his new pet sat. "Now, come with me." Standing beside the door with the leash in his left hand, he wondered how his smart girl would behave.
 
Morgan sighed when he avoided the question and automatically assumed the worst, as her mind always did, how it had been taught to over many years that she never wished to repeat. When he motioned for her to get out of the car she continued to look down and took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves that were now completely worked up for a different reason. She whispered "It does to me" before sliding herself across the seat and getting out to stand up next to him. She kept her eyes down, not wanting him to see the damage she held within her that was showing because of an answer she wanted to hear but figured she wouldn't. Going through it again made her more emotionally exhausted than anything and she just wanted to be alone for a while, but in a place like this she thought something like that would be a hard thing to get.
 
He took a step towards the house and Morgan heard the door of the car swing shut as they made their way up the entry stairs to the large, carved front door. Gavin unlocked it and stepped inside. The mansion was huge and after leading her in he closed the door behind them. He saw her body language, knowing that he'd left her words unanswered.

"I have no other pets, Morgan. Only you." He stepped to her and she felt the collar being removed. "Now, we haven't any need for that here, do we?" Sir asked patiently as he watched and waited for her response.
 
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