Yay! I have a series. For anyone who gets uncomfortable easily...don't read. For anyone who is wondering...this is all totally from my head. Yes, I am that freaky without help from reality. For everyone else...enjoy!!
*Note: Aidan and Eric are both Irish with Irish accents which I do not know how to write...yet. Just something else to picture.
The Next Morning
Jessamine sat up when the door opened, stiff from sleeping on an unyielding floor for the few hours she had slept. It was obvious to her that she was wrong about this ridiculous idea, and she needed to face the music and go home before something really bad happened. Her hair would grow back, but some things were gone forever once you lost them.
"I've changed my mind." She said as soon as she confirmed it was Aidan walking through the door.
It was exactly the reaction he expected when he opened the door this morning. This was one of the main reasons he never took these little doe-eyed new comers. They always had this fantasy about what would happen and it never matched. Most often the results were disastrous, but she wrote something that made him curious: "I need to be broken." He believed her and he intended to do it. Aidan walked to the desk offering her nothing more than a glance.
"Did you here me? I changed my mind. Whatever money you are out or whatever I'll pay it back. I'm sure they'll give me my job back. I'll just claim temporary insanity or something." She trailed off, talking to herself more than him on the last sentence.
It appeared he still was not hearing her, and she was about to say it with a little more volume when he hit the speaker button on the phone.
"Marci, send my lawyer in here will you." She assumed he must have been talking to his receptionist. Even though he still did not look at her, she figured he needed the lawyer to annul the contract.
"Thank you!" She said with obvious relief. "I'm sorry about everything I just thought this was going to be something…" She stopped talking abruptly. He was still acting like she wasn't even there. She watched him apprehensively.
He really didn't give a shit what she was saying. She could have been screaming at him and still not gotten any more than she had. The only thing that stood out to him at that moment was the fact that she still had not gotten off her knees. He turned to greet his colleague when he heard the handle of the door turn.
"Eric. Thanks for making it quick."
"I was wondering when you'd call." He smiled only slightly at Aidan before turning towards Jessamine. "Still on her knees. Guess I was wrong about her."
She flushed visibly and hurried to get to her feet.
"Just show me where to sign, and I will take my leave." She said through gritted teeth.
Eric looked back at Aidan with a confused look on his face.
Aidan just shrugged.
"Yeah, could you give me a hand with this right quick?" Aidan continued as if she'd said nothing and waited until Eric started herding her towards the corner before he went to retrieve the scissors still lying on the floor.
She watched the slightly larger red headed man move towards her slowly. He was speaking in quiet comforting tones like one might when approaching a wild horse. It was ridiculous!
"You guys are nuts! I'm out of here." She headed for the door, but didn't quite make it.
Eric grabbed her and hooked his arm through her elbows before she got off four steps. She struggled violently but he had her arms pinned against his chest making her upper half completely ineffective. Unfortunately she had panicked or she would have thought to kick him in the shins before he forced her to her knees.
"Shhh," Eric whispered against her ear. "He's not going to hurt you little one." He was trying to calm her, but she was proving a handful, and she nearly broke loose when her wide eyes caught sight of Aidan and his damn golden scissors.
"Whoa girl! Relax." But it didn't do any good. He had to turn his head away when she went to screaming.
It didn't faze her handler a bit. The room was sound proofed anyway, and it wasn't the first time he'd removed the clothes from a screaming struggling little girl who hadn't figured out her place yet. At least she wasn't-
Jessamine spit on him when she realized they didn't care if she was screaming. Aidan wasn't one to raise his hand against a pet, but he was sorely tempted.
"Bloody hell, Aidan, why haven't muzzled her yet?" Eric was laughing at him while he sought a better grip to hold her steady.
In answer he took his tie off and stepped to her side.
"Hold her damn it!" Aidan fitted the tie deftly between her teeth and knotted it tightly behind her head. He then kneeled in front of her and pushed her jacket back to reveal the slender straps of her camisole which he cut. When she felt his fingers slide beneath the waist band of her slacks she froze.
"Good girl." Eric whispered softly against her ear. "That's it, no ones going to hurt you." He was relieved he was getting a little break, though he didn't release her enough that she could tell.
Aidan refrained from exploring further. He undid the button and the fabric pooled at her bent knees. He pulled the camisole down over her hips catching the elastic of her panties along the way and leaving her completely exposed.
Her eyes were wet with tears as she tried in vain to back away from Aidan. It was a place she had never been before. Not truly. She had nothing, though she would find in the coming weeks there was still more to strip away. Her pride, at least part of it, lay in a soft line on the floor, she could not speak, and her dignity fell around her knees as the man behind her held her firmly. With her elbows pulled behind her, her back arched painfully forcing her to spread her legs slightly to maintain any balance. She was open, unprotected and completely subject to the whims of the men before and behind her.
Aidan looked her over slowly, making sure she saw every action. He saw it in her eyes, the slow realization that he had complete control over her. It took her long enough. Most of them figured it out by the time their knees hit the ground beneath their captors. She was pretty, though a little too pale and not as toned as he liked. These things were easily remedied. Her breasts were just handfuls but they were well shaped with beautiful rose color nipples that had hardened without prompting.
He put his hands on her shoulders and then slid them under her arms, examining the tone and feel of her skin. He had a tendency to treat his pets like horses though he never outfitted them as such. She started struggling again as his hands moved under her breasts, and he noticed Eric wince trying to hold her. He had both arms over her elbows which he hadn't observed until now.
Aidan ran his thumbs across the upper rise of soft flesh then continued on to her stomach. He heard her breath sharpen when he came close to the nipples which made him smile. At least her body was disappointed he had opted to move on.
Aidan withdrew his right hand and flattened his left across her stomach and pressed lightly. He turned his fingers down so she was looking at the back of his palm and she felt Eric's arms tighten further as Aidan's fingers slipped further down over freshly waxed skin.
She tossed her head and made garbled half sounds but there was nothing else she could do through the little strip of fabric that pulled the corners of her mouth so far back she couldn't close her lips.
He took her jaw in his right hand and held her head steady, observing her every action as his fingers slid between her thighs. A moment later he drew his hand back without ever actually touching more than the inside of her thighs. She let go the breath she was holding, but her relief was short lived. The sense of degradation that befell her was beyond anything she could have imagined when he brushed the tips of his fingers across her upper lip, slick with her own fluids.
"She puts on a good show." Aidan said as he circled his thumb over the tips of his fingers.
"That good?" Eric asked.
"Dripping." Aidan answered. "Have her kiss the floor. We need to finish this up and get to lunch." He stood and grabbed the collar and leash from the desk as Eric tilted her forward until her head touched the floor. He changed his grip to hold just her elbows and give Aidan more room to work.
She felt soft leather against her throat as he positioned the collar around her neck. She heard a click before her moved down and removed the rest of her clothing. Eric placed his hand on the back of her neck and pulled the jacket off of her arms, but she wasn't fighting anymore.
When she was released, she sat up slowly and pulled her legs to her chest. The lawyer removed the gag and she put her head down, wiping her lip off on the bare skin of her knee.
"So you'll be keepin 'er?" She heard the red headed man ask.
"Aye." Aidan nodded. "I'll take her back to the house and feed her tomorrow. I think a day without food will make her a little more compliant."
They left and she was alone again and it couldn't have been past noon. She was cold, naked and completely humiliated, but otherwise unscathed. Timidly she touched the back of her neck and felt the shape of a tiny padlock there which explained the click. She contemplated his plans to keep her against her will. First he had to get her to his house though, and she was at a loss as to how he planned to do that without getting noticed. She was sure she could get away tomorrow. She tried to make herself feel better, telling herself that he had a little fun and she learned her lesson. It could have been worse.
She had no idea it had just barely started.
