The Business - Chapter Three

March 21st, 2002

“Master Petrovksy, there is a guest for you by the name of Nesbit. Would you like me to send him in?” Mistress Demi asked, cracking open Petrovsky’s door ever-so-slightly.

“Nesbit, you say? Yes, send him to my office. I will meet him momentarily.” Petrovsky replied, tugging on his tie.

After studying himself in the mirror, and adjusting his tie and cuffs, Petrovsky left his room and in the direction of his personal study and office, where Nesbit was no doubt waiting.

“Ah, Petrovsky! Pleasure to see you once more.” Nesbit was a short man, with a rolling gut. He was a lower Master from London, England. “I just want to say that your Benefit Dinner was absolutely delightful. That blonde, Pink I think, was an absolute beauty! I do hope she will be in your auction.”

Petrovsky laughed, taking the other man’s hand. “I’m afraid that is very unlikely, Nesbit. But let’s get down to business. What brings you here?” He asked, gesturing to a chair so the man could sit down. He made his way around the desk and took a seat across from the other.

“I have a lovely donation for you.” Nesbit exclaimed, reaching into his pocket. Petrovsky expected a check, or at the very least a wad of cash. What he did not expect was a picture. Nesbit handed it over, smiling from ear to ear.

Petrovsky eagerly took the picture, studying the young girl. Her skin was a light olive tone, with red, pouty lips and bright, green eyes. Her ebony hair fell to the middle of her back, draping over her naked shoulder and covering much of her small breasts. The master was pleased with what he saw. “How old?” He asked.

“Sixteen.”

“Her name?” Petrovsky asked, eying Nesbit suspiciously. No master in his right mind gave away a woman in her prime without a reason.

“Viper.”

“Is she clean?”

“Of course!”

“What’s wrong with her?”

“What do you mean?”

“She is young, beautiful, disease-free, but has the name of a snake. Why?”

Nesbit looked nervous, attempting to avoid Petrovsky’s gaze. “W-well.. she..”

“Spit it out, Nesbit!”

“She’s uncontrollable!” The fat man blurted.

“What?” Petrovsky asked, stunned. “Is that all?”

“She is incapable of being broken, I swear! The girl- she bit a man’s penis, almost severing it!”

Petrovsky laughed, “Bring her on the 24th. I will have her broken in a week. Thank you, Nesbit.” He looked at the weak man, unable to believe the man couldn’t train one, little girl. Nesbit and Petrovsky shook hands, and then the man was on his way. He had left the picture, and Petrovsky couldn’t stop staring at the wide-eyed, stunning girl named Viper.

XXX

Jack walked into Winter’s cell, nudging the sleeping boy with his foot. “Wake up, time to go.”

Winter stirred, slowly opening his eyes and sitting up.

“Stand, slave!” Jack shouted, kicking Winter. The slave gasped and made his way to his feet, taking hold of the wall so he would not fall. “Turn around.” Jack ordered. As much as Winter wanted to take a swing as Jack he was too weak and sluggish to do much more than what Jack was asking now. Jack pulled out a set of cuffs and locked Winter’s wrists together. Soon he was leading him out of the room and into another room on the left. It was a bathroom. Jack removed the cuffs. “Do your business, take a shower, and put on the set of clothes beneath the sink. Be ready in twenty minutes.” And with that Jack exited the restroom.

Jack came back twenty minutes later, on the dot. Winter had just slipped on the crocs and was officially clean and ready for the physician. “Up the stairs. Make a run for it and I will shoot you.” Winter glanced at Jack’s hand and took notice of the small revolver.

“I won’t.”

Jack smacked him in the side of the head. “Won’t what?!”

“I won’t make a run for it,” Winter saw Jack raise his hand again. “Master.” He finished.

Jack put the cuffs back on, this time not pulling Winter’s hands behind his back. “Good, now up the stairs. Time to see the doc.”

XXX

“Hey, Fauna..” Lotus muttered as he prepared dinner. Fauna was supposed to help, but she tended to be useless when it came to cooking.

“Yeah?” She asked, sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter, flipping through an issue of Italian Vogue.

“Did a family member sell you?” Lotus asked quietly, not quite daring to look at her.

“What?” She asked, glancing up from her magazine. “Where the Hell did this come from?”

“Pink wanted to know.” He said quickly.

“Then why are you the one asking?” Fauna asked, studying him curiously.

“Nevermind.” He replied, cutting up some parsley and sprinkling it over the roasted potatoes.

Fauna watched him for a few seconds longer, finally ignoring the previous conversation and returning to her magazine. The silence was awkward but if he wasn’t going to speak what was on his mind instead of Pink’s she refused to participate.

“Damn it, Fauna..” Lotus mumbled, turning to her with a fire in his eyes. “Can’t you just answer a question without looking too far into it?”

Fauna seemed to really think over his question, pondering it. “No. Remember, I am Fauna.” She smiled at him. Lotus’ shoulders fell, and a smile broke out onto his face as well.

“Sometimes you really piss me off.”

“That’s okay.” Fauna replied, swaying her legs back and forth. “Because half the time I want to smack you.”

“And the other half of the time you want to lay me out on the floor and fuck me.” Lotus said casually. Fauna blushed, staring at him in shock and rage.

“H-how dare you say that!” She screeched, hopping from the counter. “That was uncalled for, I was joking around!”

Lotus turned to her, looking down into her beautiful eyes. “So was I… kinda.” He smiled sheepishly before returning to the potatoes and beef.

“You think about it too.” Fauna said a few moments later.

“About what?”

“About fucking me. I know you want to. I bet you pretend every woman you have been with is me. Whether they are beneath you, or on t-”

“Stop it, Fauna.” He said, freezing.

“Top. Or sucking your dick. You want it to be me, and it kills you that Master Petrovsky has never allowed us to do a show together. Turn around.” Lotus stood stock still, his dick harder than ever. Everything she said was right, but he didn’t want to face it. He couldn’t. “Look at me, Lotus.” Against his will, or better judgment, Lotus turned to her.

She was on his knees, her face just inches from his crotch. Fauna took hold of his jeans, not allowing him to move. She nuzzled his crotch, and felt his cock through the thick material. “Do you want me to, Lotus? Do you want me to put you in my mouth.. to suck you dry and even more? Tell me, Lotus. Tell me what you want me to do to you, and I will.” She moaned out, beginning to unzip his jeans.

Lotus gripped the counter’s edge behind him, breathing heavily. He wanted this. He wanted her, more than anything else, he wanted to be in her mouth. Lotus looked away, gritted his teeth, and mentally kicked himself in the ass. “Get the fuck away from me, Fauna.”

Fauna was taken aback, unsure how to react or proceed. Rejection was the farthest thing from her mind, and it stuck like a knife in her heart. She stood up, holding back the tears that were sure to come. She rushed to the kitchen door, wanting to escape his cold gaze. As she opened it Fauna looked back, glaring at him. “My family did not sell me. I refused my boyfriend a blow job and he broke up with me. I ran off, and was kidnapped.” With those last words she turned away, leaving the room and never looking back. If Lotus wanted to kick himself in the ass before, he really wanted to bust his face against the marble counter now. He really fucked up this time, and he wasn’t sure there was any way Fauna would ever forgive him for it.

XXX

Winter’s physical seemed to drawl on and on. The doctor asked him numerous questions and had a variety of tests performed. He even took two vials of blood. Winter hadn’t realized it until he arrived at the clinic, but this was no normal physician. By the look of the patients in the waiting room, they were all slaves as well. Each had a master or mistress with them, were dressed in skimpy clothing, and cuffed. None spoke, and most didn’t even glance around the room. Winter felt out of place, but also relieved to know he wasn’t the only person in this unusual predicament. He also felt better with his torso bandaged up, allowing the ribs to heal properly.

On the way back to his new home Jack kept staring at him, eying him up and down. Winter knew it wasn’t a good sign. And he was right. Within a few minutes of coming to that conclusion Jack unzipped his pants, pulling out his flaccid cock. “Suck me.” Winter looked at him, not moving. “Did you hear me, slave?! I said suck me!” Jack grabbed Winter’s shoulder, pushing him onto the limousine’s floor. Winter found it hard to move with the cuffs but he made his way over to Jack, getting in between the man’s legs. His hands were out of commission so all he had to work the cock was his mouth, which Jack seemed to find entertaining. Winter licked the head, circling it several times before bobbing up and down, going only a little ways down the shaft. Jack put his hand on the back of Winter’s head, moaning out his pleasure. “Deeper, slave.” He demanded. Winter did as he was ordered, forcing the cock down his throat, causing him to gag repeatedly. “Ah, ah!” Jack groaned, shooting cum into the back of Winter’s throat, forcing him to swallow. Winter ignored it, only thinking of ...


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