A Slaves Strength

A Slave's Strength (Part Five):

Perks of the Job

by

mechgogo

A tone sounded five minutes before rack time. Tom brushed his teeth and hair, piled both clean and dirty uniforms at one end of the bed and lay down, using his clothes as a pillow. It wasn't much but it would do.

It took some time to drift off. He'd never been a very deep sleeper. Too much of the wrong kind of excitement over the years had seen to that. Added to the strange surroundings and stress it made for a pretty wakeful mix. Still, with a little help from some relaxation techniques he'd picked up, Tom was able to turn in.

It seemed like he had just gotten asleep when the lights blazed on and the door to his cell slid open. Tom's instincts kicked in. He rolled off the bed, backed away towards the far wall in a combat crouch. His eyes weren't even open. It was all lizard-brain reflex.

"Tom, relax!" Mistress Beth's voice brought him the rest of the way to the surface.

Tom blinked, forced himself to calm down. He opened his eyes. "Mistress? What's going on?"

Through the door he spotted other guards entering cells, some in uniform, some in civilian clothes, some of it highly fetishized. Screams came from a couple of the rooms. The wheels turned, gears clicked and Tom made the connection. Perks of the job.

"Oh." He said. He sank to his knees. "You're here for me."

Beth nodded. Like a few of her colleagues she had changed out of her work clothes. She wore a white silk blouse that accentuated her breasts without showing off. Her skirt, black and also silk, rode her hips and thighs closely enough to flatter but not so much as to bind. She wore four inch heels on her feet that brought out the best in her already fit and muscular legs. Her hair and makeup were understated, relying more on her own significant natural good looks than artifice. In one hand she carried a small nylon gym bag.

Beth snapped her fingers and pointed to her feet. Tom crawled over until he was nearly touching her. She took him by the hair, firmly but not painful the way her partner had earlier. She eased his head back, tightened her grip just enough that his scalp complained a little without screaming at him. Tom felt something inside himself relax even as other, more external parts began to tense up.

"You're mine tonight, Tom." She said. "Anything I want, short of deflowering your pretty little rear end, is mine to take. Understood?"

Tom tried to nod but her grip stopped him. "Yes, Mistress Beth." He said. "I'm yours to use however you like."

Beth smiled and ran a caressing hand through his hair. Tom felt himself pushing his head against her hand like a cat as her fingers ran through the growth. "Good boy. Now, show me how happy you are to have me here."

Tom glanced down between his legs. Despite the unusual circumstances and the fact that he'd never once cheated on his girls, Beth's attentions had him harder than Chinese algebra. "I thought I was, Mistress."

She laughed at that. "No silly. Though that's nice too." She pointed at her feet, tapped her left shoe on the floor.

Tom got it. "Oh! Sorry, Mistress."

"Just shut up and get started." The words weren't meant cruelly. They were just a reminder of his place in the food chain.

Tom backed off a foot or so and bent his head. He began kissing Beth's feet, starting with the left one. At one point she sidestepped, forcing him to turn with her so that they were both in profile to the door and, more importantly, the camera above it.

"Your tongue." Mistress said after he'd been down there for a bit. "Just the tip. I don't want any of your drool on me."

"At least not on that part of you anyway, Mistress?" Tom asked grinning.

That earned him a hard, painful smack across the back with the palm of her hand. He winced as the bloom of the strike spread out. It wasn't the worst he'd endured that day by a long road but it still stung.

"Anything else on your mind, doggy?" she asked. Tom shook his head. Message received. He dutifully lapped at Beth's shoes with the tip of his tongue. His mouth began to ache and his neck and shoulders started to burn from the unusual position but he kept at it until told to stop.

"Turn to face away from the door." She said. "Face down, butt nice and high, just like at dinner. And close your eyes. I've got some things to get ready." She sighed. "Of all the people here to be an ass virgin. Oh well, I hear a couple of the teenagers aren't. Maybe I'll visit one of them tomorrow, let someone else have you."

Tom waited patiently in the dark behind his closed eyes. He tried to work out what was going on by the limited sound coming from the bed there was nothing distinctive enough to really work with.

"Get over here, Tom." Mistress Beth said after what Tom's internal count told him was only a minute or two. "And no peeking."

Tom scooted blindly over to the bed. He could sense Beth a few inches away. He knelt, legs open, head bowed. A hand caressed his head, fingers in his hair. It drifted down across his cheek, petting him. He remembered times when the girls had touched him like that and felt a stab of pain.

Fingers cupped and lifted his chin. "Eyes open, Tom."

Tom looked at her. While he had been kneeling on the floor Beth had laid several items out on his bunk on the side of her nearest the door. A small rectangular leather flogger lay on the mattress next to a hexagonal plastic cane the length of his arm. Tom would bet three more months in service it had started out life as the tilt mechanism on a set of venetian blinds. Beside that lay a wooden paddle that put him in mind of a larger serving spoon if you were to flatten out the bowl of the spoon. There was a leather paddle as well with some kind of fur on one side and, most disconcerting for Tom, a bottle of lubricant. A box of sanitary wipes stood close by next to a box of larger sized condoms.

"I'm going to hurt you, Tom." Beth said. "I'm going to beat you with every one of these items no matter how well behaved you are. When I'm done I'm going to use you in other ways. And if you do a good job I'll let you come. But no promises. Any questions?"

He shook his head as much as her grip would allow. "No, Mistress."

She tugged on his chin. "Then get on your stomach across my lap. And none of your tough-guy nonsense. Understood?"

In answer, Tom crawled into Beth's lap. When he was positioned to her liking, hands under his face, crotch in her lap, ass slightly elevated she began. Her hand came first, caressing him in slow easy circles, relaxing him. Then the first shot cracked down, stinging but not unpleasant. More blows followed the first and he didn't hide his responses. He didn't make a big production out of it either but the little gasps as Beth's hand came down again and again onto his increasingly red and tender cheeks were genuine. In between swats she petted him, sometimes in little circles, sometimes like you would a dog or a pony's rump. The sensations produced a combination of physical and emotional comfort and embarrassment Tom never would make sense of.

"Turn around." She said eventually. "Ass to the door. Reach back and spread yourself."

"You know," she said picking up the lube and dribbling a little on his exposed anus when he obeyed "it's a funny thing. We've had to redefine what a virgin is since the indentured laws were passed." Beth spread the cold, slippery stuff around, making sure to get her finger nice and slick " For instance, you've been in a committed relationship with two women most of your adult life. But until you get sold to some lucky man or woman you're still considered enough of a virgin that I can't do everything I'd like to you." Tom knew what was coming, tried to relax. It wasn't easy and he felt his face burning.

A finger slipped inside him. "I can do this and you're still pure." She said working her finger in and out of him. When Tom held still Beth swatted him. "Don't just lay there, Tom, move those hips, nice and slow. Pretend your new master is in you right now and you're trying to show him a good time."

Tom pumped his hips, pushing himself back onto the uncomfortable intruding finger inside him. Before long two more joined it. He found himself wincing. Mistress took a grip on the back of his neck, right where his chip was implanted.

"That's nice, isn't it?" she asked, giving him a warning squeeze. Tom got the hint.

"Yes Mistress, it's nice. I like it when you finger my ass." Of all the lies he had told over the years, that one was hands down the most confusing mix of truth and bullshit ever to leave his mouth.

"I like it too. I just wish I could take you for a proper ride, put a strapon on and force you to come for me that way."

Tom whimpered in response. While she'd been talking Beth had sped up the pace of her thrusts, occasionally turning her hand so the fingers rotated inside him. It was uncomfortable, unpleasant and easily the most degrading thing he'd ever done. And God help him if he wasn't getting a little hard as he humped away against her fingers.

Beth teased him about that, reaching down and stroking him, commenting on how happy he was going to make some future - probably male - contractor with a response like that. She pulled out after a bit, cleaned her hand with the wipes. The next couple of hours were...educational. Mistress proved as good as her word, working him over with every single one of her toys.

The leather flogger stung - they all stung to one degree or another - but wasn't much worse than her hand. The wooden paddle was more of a thud, the extra mass making it push against him more as it lit up his ass and thighs. He decided almost immediately he hated

the cane. The damned thing bit in, raising welts and bruising his ass and thighs. Mistress played with him with it, alternately tapping for a few little nips at his skin then hauling off to land one with a swing that made it whistle before the strike.

The big leather paddle was his favorite. Beth played with both sides, alternately petting him and then firing up his back or butt or legs with a crack that made his ears ring and his skin scream. The simple fact that he enjoyed any of it at all - and looking back later Tom would admit to himself that, apart from that bualadh craicinn

cane much of what she did to him was fun in a weird and confusing way - was an eye opener. It was painful and humiliating but there was a rush to it that almost reminded him of all the fights he'd been in over the years.

Beth made him change position periodically as she played with him. Sometimes he was over her lap. He enjoyed that. There was an intimacy to it that made giving in easier somehow. At other intervals, he lay on the bunk or bent over it. Sometimes she would have him facing the door and the camera above it recording everything, sometimes facing away so the audience could see the affect of the beating on his skin. At one point she went back to fingering him, this time working over his back with the strikers and dancing the nails of her free hand across the welts while she humped him with her hand.

The urge to fight back was there of course but he pushed it aside. The former street thug who had once paid a friend to blowtorch a swastika tat off him wanted to rise up and block out the pain, not give Beth, or the people their session was intended for, the satisfaction of seeing him flinch. Instead he opened himself up to the pain, let it roll over him and his reactions show through. He found himself, at one point, shuddering and crying in Mistress Beth's lap as the endorphins took him for a ride cleaner than any street high.

Mistress rocked him and petted him. "Ssshhhhh. It's ok, little one. You did fine. But we're not done yet. That was just foreplay." Tom felt a surge of fear go through him. The usual accompanying rage followed fast behind but he deflected it. He was there of his own choice. Whatever happened to him, he had asked for it in the most literal sense.

Beth kissed him and he responded, opening his mouth to her, tilting his head back and relaxing into the arm supporting his back the way his girls had done with him thousands of times over the years.

"Kneel." She said after the kiss was finished. "Help me out of these clothes so we can see what else you're good at."

Less than a minute later Mistress was nude, sitting on the bunk with her legs open. Tom knelt between her knees. She was gorgeous. Everything was firm and strong looking; muscular but still feminine. Her breasts were somewhere between Nicki's and Angie's in size. Some guys reckoned bigger was better but Tom had always preferred a woman whose curves fit her frame. Beth's breasts, firm, full and natural with their hard brown nipples and aureoles were magnificent. She had shaved her legs and hadn't stopped there. What should have been a patch of hair between her legs was as smooth as the skin of her stomach. He could smell her need for him. Part of his brain started gibbering at the realization that, for the first time in ten years

he was about to have sex with a woman who wasn't Nick or Ang'.

A hand pressed the back of his head as Beth settled back and opened her legs wider. "Go on, Tom. Get your face in there."

Tom bent his head, kissing and licking his way to his trainer's vagina. Her breath sped up and she moaned slightly as his tongue found her. That same gibbering part of his brain tried to make him pull back, tried to tell him he was cheating his ass off on his women. He ignored it. This wasn't adultery. It was him keeping to the deal he'd made to save his Nicki from seven years on her back under some degenerate bastard like Frenchy.

"Don't rush, honey." He was told. "We've got all night if we need it."

Tom just nodded, not stopping in his attention to her wetness. He shut out the fact that he was fucking a complete stranger for the entertainment of God knew how many other complete strangers and focused on making Mistress feel good. It wasn't difficult. He liked her and honestly wanted to please her. She tasted different from his girls, more sour but not unpleasantly so. Her reactions were different too but it didn't take long to learn what she liked. Part of that was due to Beth not being shy about instructing him. Partly it was just an extension of the skills that had kept him alive on the streets for so long. Listen to a person with all five senses, read the cues and it wasn't that big a deal to peg most folks.

Gradually things got more intense. Mistress's reactions became more overt and Tom pushed into her vagina harder, more urgently. Sometimes he lapped at her, finding and teasing her clit and g-spot with his tongue. At others he buried his face in her, shaking himself back and forth or suckling on her clit. That provoked a response that nearly broke his nose when she bucked and thrashed against him, thighs clamping down so hard he couldn't breathe for a bit.

At one point, Tom found his hands guided up to her breasts. Up til then he had contented himself with petting her thighs and stomach. An experiment with digging his nails in while he ate her had gotten the back of his hair gripped painfully and his face shoved even harder against her slit.

Tom smiled between Beth's legs. His hands took her breasts. They were just as firm and smooth as they had looked to be. He petted the soft skin, drifted his fingers across the nipples. Then he decided to try something that had driven the girls nuts more than a few times over the years. He pulled back slightly from lapping at Mistress. Not so much that she could accuse him of disobedience and certainly not enough to stop serving her with his mouth. Instead he became more tentative down there and focused his attentions more on her breasts.

Skilled fingers caressed and tweaked Beth's nipples. She moved under him, chest and pelvis rocking. He petted and pinched, scratched with his nails across the nipples and aureoles. At one point he even scrubbed the calluses built up along the top of his palm from a lifetime of hard work with his hands across the sensitive skin. It didn't take long to get the result he was looking for. When you knew what you were doing it was perfectly possible to make a woman come simply from stimulating her breasts. And Tom had a decade of experience keeping two very active young women happy in bed.

His attention on Beth's breasts became more urgent, more demanding even as he backed off from what he was doing between her legs more and more. At one point she tried to force his face into her and he flatly refused, locking his neck and shoulder muscles and shaking his head slightly, tongue playing across her clit as he did so. Beth's breathing came faster and faster. Tom's fingers pinched and pulled, rolling the sensitive nipples between them.

"You willful little..." Beth gasped. Tom smiled. She was right on the brink. Perfect.

He clamped down on her nipples with his fingers, pinching hard. Her saturated crotch received similar attention. Covering his teeth with his lips so as not to injure his Mistress, Tom bit down on her little bud and shoved his face against her as hard as he could. He shook his head like a dog with a rat and Beth nearly hit the ceiling.

Strong, muscular legs vise-gripped his head. Mistress Beth arched her back and her pelvis spasmed like an epileptic in a strobe light factory. Her supporting hand gripped the mattress until the knuckles went white. Aaron, asleep in the next cell, heard her scream through the supposedly soundproofed wall.

When she finally stopped thrashing and unclenched her legs from around his head Beth looked down at him, panting. "Up here, on your back, now!"

Tom got into position. He was already hard. His new status didn't change his love or fidelity for his girls in the least. But he was still a man, and Mistress Beth was still a damned fine looking woman. His welts stung as she pushed his shoulders down.

"I should cane you raw for pulling back like that, you know." She said sticking a finger in his face.

Tom nodded. "Yes, Mistress. I was just trying to make you feel good. I'm sorry."

"You succeeded. It's the only reason you're not getting beaten for real right now." She straddled his face, thighs on either side of his head, wet, musky slit brushing his lips and nose. "No hands this time. And if you try to get cute again I will

take the cane to you. Clear?"

Before he could answer she lowered herself the rest of the way onto his mouth. In the new position it was easier for Mistress to control the pace and she forced him to take his time. More than once she took herself up to the very edge with Tom's mouth then backed off. Tom's jaw and neck ached. His tongue was going numb from the exertion. It felt at times like he was drowning from the wetness covering his face and making its way into his breathing passage. Still, he didn't try to pull his face away. Mistress let him breathe enough to do what she wanted. She just didn't make it very easy.

Finally after what seemed to Tom like the better part of an hour she pressed herself painfully hard against his mouth. Hips rocked hard, bruising his lips against her pelvis. He pushed back with equal strength, trying to lift her off the mattress with just his neck muscles. His tongue dug deep inside her, looking for her g-spot. Lips teased her clit and he thrashed his head. Beth took his hair in both hands, forced the back of his head against the mattress with implacable strength. She bit back a scream her hips jackknifed atop him and she came. Clear fluid flooded Tom's mouth and nose. He coughed, choked, swallowed as best he could but it still felt like he was being waterboarded. Part Tom's brain wondered if Mistress hadn't just peed on him.

Beth looked down at him, breathing heavy, hair completely disheveled. Her body was slick with sweat. Her thighs were slippery with her cum. She smiled at him, ran a caressing hand over his hair.

"That's my good boy." She positioned herself lower on his body and bent to kiss him. He responded, pushing back and opening his mouth to her tongue.

After a few kisses she reversed herself. Her sex lowered to his face again and he felt warm, soft moistness envelop his shaft. He gasped and started to thrust in Beth's mouth. A sharp smack across the thigh curbed that quick enough. Long before he was ready to have her stop Tom's trainer took her mouth off him. There was a crinkle of foil and the familiar sensation of a condom going on.

Beth faced him again, guided his hands to her hips. "Not until I say, Tom." She told him and eased herself down onto his shaft.

Tom nodded. His face contorted. Even through the latex Mistress felt amazing. Tight and wet, gripping him with her inner muscles she rode him. Slowly at first, all the way down until she was pushing down on the base of his organ then back up to the point he nearly left her. He matched her rhythm, kissed her neck and mouth and breasts as ordered. His hands wandered her body, petting the soft skin and delighting in the strength of the muscles beneath. Maybe in the morning he'd feel guilty about enjoying himself so much. Maybe later he'd feel dirty or debased at being used as little more than a particularly complex masturbatory device by a complete stranger. At the moment he was too busy losing himself in the simple pleasure of good sex with a woman he was genuinely attracted to. He didn't reckon the next seven years held much of that for him and life had long ago taught him to revel in the pleasant moments when and as you could. Things would turn back to shit plenty soon enough.

Beth used her time on top to pay him back for his little stunt from earlier. She brought him to the precipice repeatedly and then held him there, backing off just enough to keep him from coming without making it easy to do. She leaned down, kissing him, letting her breasts brush against his face. Occasionally a nipple would drift across his mouth and he would kiss or suckle it for a few seconds. All the while he read her, listening to what her body was telling him as much as her voice, using what he learned to heighten the experience for her.

Eventually Beth climbed off him. For a few seconds he was confused. Then she ordered him off the bed long enough to lie down on her back with the top of her head towards the door.

Beth opened her legs. Her skin was gleaming with sweat. The space between her legs was visibly damp. Tom's balls ached with the need to come. She motioned him towards her with one hand.

"Come on, little one." The improbable term of endearment resonated in Tom. Responding to it just felt right

. "You've earned it."

Tom mounted her then. He was gentle going in. He liked Beth. She was one of the better people on her side of the leash that he had met that day. He took it slow at first. No need to imitate a jackrabbit trying to wear a hole in its mate's back. That only lasted a handful or so of strokes before she scolded him, told him she wouldn't break Goddamnit and to just fuck her already

. So he did. He pinned her to the mattress by the upper arms and pushed himself up. He dropped his control and let his desire take over. Strong tanned legs wrapped around him and encouragement was panted as he pounded away. The metal shelf that made up the bunk creaked and shifted under them. Beth moaned, got loose of his grip, moved under him. His tempo built, harder, faster, less and less in control.

Pressure built and finally peaked. When he came his lower half spasmed as if he were being electrocuted from the waist down. Where Beth's orgasmic vocalization was a scream, his own was somewhere between a roar and a howl. It bounced off the concrete walls of the cell, making Mistress's ears ring. It startled the staffer having his way with the resident of the adjacent cell so badly he checked with the control center to make sure the crazy bastard voluntary next door wasn't murdering his colleague.

They lay there for a bit after that. Tom and Beth were in better than average physical shape but it had been a strenuous night for both of them. Beth ran her hand down Tom's back, petting the sweat-slick skin. Tom smiled at her through the damp dangle of his hair.

"So," he said "I hope I wasn't too boring a ride."

She laughed at that. "Honey, if there was any way I could afford you, you'd be coming home with me tonight and to Hell with the regs."

Tom thought about that. He reckoned he'd actually enjoy serving Mistress Beth despite some of the things she said she liked. He said as much, earning another smile and a deep kiss.

She pushed him off her then. "This was nice, but we've both got work in the morning. Here." She took a bottle of aspirin from her bag, gave him four of them. "These will help with the soreness. Drink a couple glasses of water before you go back to bed, too."

Beth got dressed and policed up her things. Tom flushed the condom. He took the aspirin, drank until his stomach felt full and wiped as much of himself down with a wet washcloth as he could reach. If he was at home this would be the part where he and whichever of the girls he had just made love to, cuddled in bed, taking comfort in the warmth of their bodies, falling asleep in each other's arms. But this wasn't home and Beth wasn't one of his loves. Sure, she was sweet and good looking. She seemed to be a decent enough sort as collectors went. But at day's end she was still a collector and he was just one more indent among God knew how many she'd taken over the years. The lights turned off just as he flipped the mattress. He lay down, closed his eyes and, eventually, drifted off to sleep.

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