J McKenna - Naughty girl

He also knew that he’d been betrayed by Gloria and the bald man. Damn! What a fool! He should’ve known better!

“So, ‘Master’ Carl,” the voice dripped with sarcasm. “I’ll bet you’ve come for your slave.”

“She’s not a sla—” he started to say, but his voice caught in his throat when Turk kicked him in the leg.

“Silence! I’ll tell you when to talk. You’re in MY house. Show some respect.”

Carl cursed at himself for being so easily captured. He struggled to see Turk’s face.

“Crystal, go get a wet cloth. Let’s ease our guest’s discomfort.” He sounded like a warden, concerned about the condemned man’s comfort in the electric chair, just before he pulled the switch.

Carl feared he’d been captured by a madman. That he could be in a rage one moment, then giving first aid showed he was unpredictable—the worst kind of tormentor.

Crystal came back with a warm, wet washcloth and wiped the pepper spray out of his eyes. When his vision cleared, he was startled to see Crystal was nude. Gold nipple rings hung from her small breasts. She had no hair between her legs—only a small tattoo on her mons that said “Use Me.” He tore his eyes away and squinted up at the looming man above him.

Turk was as DeeDee had described him. Big and beefy with bulging eyes set in a round, fleshy face. He had a thin black beard along his jaw line and his head was bald. But it was his shoulders and upper arms that drew Carl’s attention—they were massive. Corded muscles made his neck disappear and he looked like he could toss sacks of cement around all day and not tire. That Carl had thought he could have taken him on with just a screwdriver clearly illustrated his ignorance of the world he had just entered.

“So what do we have here? The white knight?” His laugh was a cruel, throaty vibration. In one hand, he held Carl’s wallet. With the other, he held up Carl’s screwdriver and shook his head. “You know, we really hate amateurs up here. What’ya think? That you could just stroll in here with this and take away my property?”

“She’s not your property—”

“Silence!” He thumped a boot against Carl’s ribs. “You know nothing about it. Master Stephen gave her to me before he died, asked me to take care of her.”

“He can’t do that! She—”

Another kick, harder now, silenced him again.

“He can and he did. If you know anything about DeeDee, you know she likes to be controlled.”

Carl risked another kick. “Where have you been for the last year?”

Turk just grunted. “I was busy. But I never forget a promise to an old friend.”

“She’s changed in a year—Ooff!”

This time, the kick was harder. “Slaves never change, once they’ve experienced the lifestyle. It’s like a drug they can’t shake. She needs to be owned. Surely you must’ve seen it.”

Carl had to admit there was something to what he said. DeeDee had fallen right back into her lifestyle with only a little bit of encouragement from him. He’d been attracted to it for a while, fascinated, like a boy with a new toy. Then, just when he’d pulled back and tried to have a more normal relationship with her, Turk had moved in.

“Perhaps you need a little demonstration.” He turned and nodded to the Asian girl, who immediately trotted off down the hall. Carl craned his neck to follow her. Crystal came to a bookcase set into the wall and pulled down on one volume. He heard a click and the bookcase popped opened, revealing a passageway behind it. Carl could tell there were stairs there, for she began descending before she disappeared from sight.

Turk leaned down and yanked Carl to a sitting position, scooting him against a wall. His hands felt numb. “Watch and learn,” he whispered, his face displaying an evil grin.

In a few minutes, another naked woman appeared in the doorway—DeeDee! Crystal followed right behind. “DeeDee! Thank god you’re all…” The words died in his throat. DeeDee’s arms were behind her, probably handcuffed. But what really startled him was the change in her appearance. Her makeup was heavier, especially the bright-red lipstick and false eyelashes. She looked like a kewpie doll. She wore a black leather collar around her throat. Similar cuffs surrounded her ankles and probably her wrists as well, though he couldn’t see. Gold rings had been replaced in her nipples and he caught a flash of gold between her legs. Turk had taken advantage of DeeDee’s piercings. He probably made her wear her master’s old jewelry. He heard a slight jingling noise.

She barely glanced at Carl. All her attention was on Turk. She shuffled forward, then quietly kneeled before him, making sure her legs were wide apart. Now Carl could easily see the four gold rings through her labia, two on each side. A tiny silver bell hung from one of the rings. She shook slightly, causing it to tinkle. DeeDee lowered her head and waited.

Turk reached out and cupped her chin, directing her gaze toward Carl. “Look, slave dee,” he said softly, like one might talk to a pet. “You’ve got a visitor. Do you remember Carl?”

Tears came to her eyes. “Yes, Master Turk.”

“Carl here says you don’t want to be here. He says he’s come to ‘rescue’ you. Do you want to be rescued?”

“No, Master.” The voice was rote, wooden.

“You’ve got her terrified, you bastard! Of course she’s going to say—”

With forced casualness, Turk turned and backhanded Carl across the face. He slumped over, unable to break his fall. He tasted blood in his mouth.

“Don’t interrupt me again,” Turk warned.

He returned to DeeDee. “Now, my new slave, tell Carl why you want to remain here with me.”

She turned toward Carl, who was still slumped over, his head touching the floor. “Master Carl, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I won’t forget it. But I have a new life with Master Turk now. Please go home.”

Using his shoulder blades against the wall, Carl managed to scoot himself partially upright. “Can I ask her a question, Turk?” It killed him to be polite to the bastard.

Turk nodded, seemingly pleased at Carl’s respectful tone.

“DeeDee, are you sure this is what Master Stephen would want for you? Wouldn’t you rather go home and be with me?”

Turk’s eyes narrowed. “That’s two questions,” he warned, but did not hit him again.

“My home is here,” she said simply. “My master gave me to Master Turk, so I will obey him. I owe him that.”

Carl wasn’t convinced. “You’ve got her brainwashed,” he snarled.

“Oh?” He seemed amused. “Crystal, release her.”

Crystal stepped forward and unhooked DeeDee’s leather cuffs. DeeDee brought her hands to her sides, but otherwise made no movement.

“Service me,” Turk ordered.

DeeDee stood, stepped forward then dropped to her knees again directly in front of Turk. Carl couldn’t believe his eyes. She unzipped the big man’s pants and gently pulled out his flaccid member. She bent forward, taking his cock into her red-lipped mouth.

Carl might’ve been convinced that this was what she really wanted out of her life now, except for one thing. As she sucked Turk’s cock, Carl could see the track of a tear flowing down from the corner of one eye.

It was all he needed to be convinced. She was a prisoner, and he would save her. Of that, he was determined.

He turned away, not willing to see any more. He listened to the slurping sounds, wishing he could cut off his hearing as easily as he avoided the sight. He sensed Turk was satisfied that he’d made his point, for the sound soon stopped. Carl looked up to see him gently push DeeDee away and zip up his pants, careful to avoid snagging the zipper on his softening member.