Page 14 of The Seller

Siri looks good wearing my cum. It gleams on her breasts, makes her shine like a jewel even down here in the depths where one single light illuminates her world. She threw me off balance when we met, but now we are going back to the beginning. I am going to do things as I should have done, before she managed to outwit me and spook me into almost letting her go.

She wipes one finger down her chest, gathering my seed, then flicks it at me, a thin gob of it landing on my trousers. Goddamit. That is going to stick and cling and stain, and… oh she looks so fucking pleased with herself.

“You don’t like it when the tables are turned?”

“Girl, you will feel my belt again,” I growl.

“So?”

What is wrong with her? She taunts and tests me, and though she is my captive, I feel almost as though she is the one in control, pushing my buttons, determining my actions, making me either run scared or turn around and bring her back in.

I just came all over her tits while she got nothing. I’ve belted her ass, I’ve spanked her long and hard, I’ve left my marks on her. I’ve taken her freedom, but for some reason with this woman, that isn’t enough. She’s just a teenager. Not even twenty yet, but I can feel myself contorting for her as she wraps me around her little finger.

“So?” I pull the end of my belt free of the buckle and slow-pull it from my waist. “You want more of this?”

She cocks her head and shrugs. Oh really. I see how it is. Someone is a little slut for pain. Someone wants to be hurt.

I reach down, take a fistful of her hair and pull her up from the ground. This basement is dark by design, but it is not by any means empty. I have all the means necessary of breaking a soul down here, including this cocky little girl who still doesn’t understand what she is up against.

The rope which held her so securely breaks away at the flick of my butterfly knife. “You can go back on your leash later, princess,” I tell her, using the term of endearment I use with all my girls. I have to keep reminding myself that she’s just another girl here to be trained, flesh to be used, a mind to be molded.

She makes some remark which I don’t bother to pay attention to. Nothing useful has come out of her mouth yet. I don’t expect that will change now.

There is a leather bench I like to use. It is fairly pedestrian in many ways, but I like the little metal loops on the legs where I can restrain the limbs of a misbehaved girl and watch her learn her lesson one lash at a time. I push Siri down on it and wrap the leather cuffs around her legs first.

“Wow, your pretend kidnapping business is really well-equipped,” she snorts. I smack her ass with my palm. Hard. I’m done with her lip. A gag is next to go into her mouth. I choose the biggest one, a big red ball which stretches her lips somewhat obscenely and makes her voice beautifully muffled, though it doesn’t stop her from trying to talk anyway as I get her arms secured.

“I’m done taking your attitude, Siri. And I’m done entertaining your disobedience. I’m also done explaining your situation. From now on, what happens to you, happens. You’ll learn to accept it. You’ll bear the pain I inflict on you. More than that, you’ll come to crave it.”

She makes some kind of sound. I don’t care what she’s trying to say. She is completely out of place and vulnerable in my basement. I could call it a dungeon, but I don’t. A dungeon is cartoonish and medieval. In modern terms, it is all too fantastical. What I do is simple and dirty and this place doesn’t deserve to be called anything other than what it is.

Now she’s in position, nicely trussed and perfectly presented, I take a moment to admire her. There’s something about youth, the potential of it all. She’s yet to do so many things. Her whole life ahead of her, all epitomized by this beautiful ass, the smoothness of her skin and a body which is yet to fill out the way it one day will. She is pure animal potential in this moment. I will shape her. Train her. I will make her whatever I want her to be.

Siri

Why do I always push him? All I had to do was put my head down and sayyes sir. For this to work, I have to let him feel as though he is winning, but I just can’t. Right now, I’m at war with myself far more than I am with him. He’s doing exactly what he can be expected to do: exerting his will, humiliating me, breaking me down so he can turn me into a little fuck doll for his sick market.

Bound to the bench, my ass high and vulnerable, I can feel my arousal trickling between my lower lips. A question has been lurking in my mind for days. He’s going to fuck me, surely. When is he going to fuck me? I expected to find his thick cock shoved between my legs within minutes of finding myself in captivity, but it has been days and he is still restrained.

Maybe he’s not going to take me at all. Maybe he’s going to sell me as “unclaimed”, though that would be a lie. I might be young, but I’m not a virgin. I went out of my way to lose that early, doing precisely the thing that would break my father’s heart. I thought it would help. I thought it would change things. If it had, I probably wouldn’t be here, at the mercy of a monster.

“You want me to hurt you, is that it, Siri? You want to feel pain?”

He’s touching me lightly, his fingers just grazing over the heated skin of my ass. I don’t know what the fuck I want. I want this to be over. I want him to sell me already, so I can escape this dark basement. I want to move on with my life. But I keep taunting and tormenting him and I know that won’t end well.

I’m almost grateful for the gag he pushed into my mouth. It saves me from having to talk, and it saves me from getting into more trouble with him. I find myself relaxing into the bench. There’s no escape, so all I can do is endure.

Stavros

I hear the soft exhalation of breath which usually signifies physical submission. Usually the first time I tie a girl down, she panics. I am used to ropes pulling tight, biting into skin as a girl struggles, but Siri doesn’t offer me physical resistance.

She is quiet, accepting, and I could even fool myself into believing that this was submission, if I was stupid.

I will make sure she does not leave this bench before she understands what I am capable of doing, and what she is capable of feeling. It is nice to touch her, to feel her body respond to lighter touches, to step away from the verbal sparring we’ve been engaging in from the beginning. As I step around behind her, I note how her pussy is covered in curling hair. That will be shaved off later. I will make a ceremony of it as I bare that pussy properly before she takes my cock inside her.

Having already orgasmed, I can take this slow. I’m not driven by the need to cum, my mind is clear. I still want to know who this girl really is, not that she can tell me in this position, not in words, anyway.

Her ass is still pink from previous punishment, but I think the heat is probably starting to fade and whatever sting I gave her didn’t do anything for her attitude. She can take more. I start slapping her haunches lightly, not to ease her into it, but to feel my way around her body. I want to see the way she reacts, if she rolls her hips, or arches her back. If she pulls away, tries to avoid contact. All those things tell me what she is, and isn’t, on the inside.

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