Hannah's training commenced after a light breakfast of fruit and yogurt. Though her stomach protested, she knew it was to keep her in the best shape possible, as well as half empty; no one appreciated stomach contents during a rough throat fucking. She prayed she wouldn't have to endure such a thing just yet.
The big man had dressed her in a sundress, sloping at the neck and angled off the shoulders, and was approaching with something suspiciously familiar. Metal glinted beneath the room's dim light. Leather creaked. He wrapped a length of silver links about his hand, fiddling them distractedly as he sized her up.
"Hmmm."
Clink.
Clink.
Hannah hesitated beneath the unyielding stare. Her heart pounded, and she licked her lips.
"M-Master, what do you have planned for m-me?"
The clinking stopped.
Hannah's breath hitched in fear of what sort of punishment her outburst had incited. Why had she spoken out of turn? Her eyes squeezed shut. When she dared to peek, he was frowning at her. Abruptly he turned and placed the chains on a metal shelf, choosing a lengthier item instead.
"Since my slut is so outspoken,"
He held the chain up for inspection,
"I think I will use this one."
When he noticed the girl's panicked expression, he grinned like a feral cat.
"Oh, don't worry, Aurora. I think you will quite enjoy this test."
He leaned forward and whispered close to her ear,
"A test of loyalty."
Hannah quaked, having no clue what this loyalty might entail. She followed the Master from the dim room and down into the living room. When they approached the front door, she raised her brows in surprise.
"This test requires a more.. discreet location," the Master said, handing Hannah her shoes. Nimbly she slipped them on, but was surprised yet again when Gray Eyes appeared through the door and held it out for her. She glanced questioningly at the older man.
He simply tapped a finger to his lips and gestured for her to follow his assistant.
They walked out to a nice car, which he opened like a true gentleman. More than a little confused, Hannah slid into the passenger's seat, overwhelmed with the silly feeling of being taken on a date. This would be no date. Though to any passerby, that's what they'd see. An unassuming man treating his girl.
They made a surprisingly short drive through an industrial area of the city, and through an alley of warehouses. Hannah's confusion piqued when Gray Eyes steered the car into a particularly shadowed alley and switched off the engine. Nothing but warehouses surrounded them. A cold feeling of dread crept along her spine as he sat coolly regarding her. When she didn't move, he quirked a brow.
"Oh," she stammered. "Y-you want me to get out? O-okay.."
The chrome handle was cool to the touch as she popped open the door and gingerly stepped onto the empty street. Shadows dappled the eerily silent space. There were no other vehicles or people in sight and it seemed a superb spot for a mugging. Gray Eyes closed his door, whisper-quiet, and headed directly for the nearest warehouse. Hannah followed, heels clicking.
They passed over a dark threshold, down an ominous corridor, and rounded a bend into an open space generously lit by soft lighting. The contrast was so sudden that she blinked rapidly until her pupils adjusted. The room was huge, partially blocked off by erected walls, like from a stage set. Gray concrete bordered a large square mat of dark blue tarp. Directly in its center protruded a metal ring from a hole in the tarp, and if she glanced up, another was twisted securely into the low ceiling.
Before she had time to process this Hannah was directed toward the center to stand over the metal loop. That cold dread now seeped into her skin and she fought the urge to rub at the goosebumps. Then across from them appeared her Master. A long metal chain of fine links twisted round his hands,
clink clink clink
, eyes glinting, a shadow of a smile on those full lips.
Pleased.
"W-what--"
"Before you incriminate yourself even more, as much as I'd enjoy it, you must wait for your time to speak."
Hannah clamped her open mouth shut. Master jangled the chain a few more times before approaching slowly. He towered over Hannah, who visibly quaked, her scrambling mind quickly putting together the pieces of those metal rings and the silver in the Master's hands. Calmly he reached up to fasten them to the ring above her head, letting the end dangle in front of her face. It reached to the top of her head. He fastened the other chain to the floor loop, which protruded at her ankles.
Hannah closed her eyes and breathed down the panic as they were secured in black leather, then her arms were raised and leather encased her wrists. She stood suspended between the two, unable to move save for slight swinging motions from side to side. Master gazed into her wide eyes, placed a gentle kiss upon her nose, then fastened a thick leather collar about her neck. She gulped at the audible
click
as it, too, was secured to the ceiling ring.
The big man stepped back to assess his work, nodding. Then he caught her gaze and smiled. At that moment two men filed into the warehouse. As he began to speak, more followed. All of varying heights and colors, all clad only in black briefs. The Master's voice rumbled with premonition.
"Unlike your first two tests, Aurora, you will have a choice. You will obey your Master by allowing whatever these men wish to do with you, or you can refuse and obey yourself."
Men continued to file in, forming a sort of circle around the perimeter of the mat.
"You can stop at any time. All you need do is say 'red' and all will be over. Your contract will be shredded and you will be discharged immediately with no further incidence. Or,"
Hannah watched, panic-stricken, as enough men to form a complete circle around her restrained body spilled through the corridor and onto the tarp. Shaking, she turned robotically back to the big man before her.
"Or, you can fulfill your very yearnings by staying true to me and remain silent until they have finished. The choice is yours."
The men were now taking hands to crotches, the sound of friction against cloth filling the empty space. They circled around behind her Master but she refused to look at them, too frightened to glimpse the thoughts so plainly outlined in their expressions, keeping her stare locked on the only man in the room whom she trusted.
Her choice. She had a choice. This new weight settled on her shoulders as the circle began to tighten, and the Master neatly stepped behind its closing lines, his stormy eyes never leaving hers.
The world became a blur of faces. Young. Old. Handsome. Plain. Some lighter, some darker, smooth-shaven and others bushed. All leering down at her. All here for her. Moans. Chuckles. Friction. All filling her head, yet only one word rang in her ears.
"Kneel."
Numbly Hannah sank to her knees. The chain above rattled with her. She stared at the forest of bodies, lithe and stocky, soft and hard. Hands, hands everywhere, rubbing, rubbing, making her dizzy. She blinked and gone were the black fabrics, nothing but skin on skin now, the slick sounds crawling over her exposed flesh. The circle tightened, bared teeth and twinkling irises..
This could all be gone.. Everything could disappear.. Just one word...
The faces cleared and a pair of brooding irises snatched her from her mind. Those. Those were all that mattered. None of this, none of these lechers, none of the moans or jerks or hot spurts of release, mattered. Only him. Only her.
Only the freedom to live out her darkest desires.
