This Darkest Man (11 page)

Finally,
he opened his eyes and twisted his head to where the forgotten servants stood,
silent and in a line. “Get out,” he ordered to them. Quietly and obediently,
they turned and filed from the room. The only noise was the swishing of the
long black skirts of the woman, as she was the last out the door. It swung
closed behind her.

I
looked back at Daniel. He wasn’t looking at me now, his head was down and
staring at spot on the table and I wondered what he saw in his own reflection.
We stayed like that for what seemed like a long time. Not speaking, just
attached by his cock enclosed in my wetness and warmth. Finally, he shifted his
eyes to me and slowly slid out of me. He stepped back so no part of him touched
me, and I moved up into a sitting position, closing my legs although it was a
farce to care about modesty now. I pulled down my dress to cover my nipples
that were still hard and tender.

“What
now?” I asked him, “How will you humiliate me next?”

He
pulled his pants up, casual like he hadn’t just fucked me in front of his employees.
“You like it. You find it exciting, or at least your body does.” Then he turned
and walked from the room, leaving me like a forgotten meal on the table.

I
made my way back to the bedroom on shaky legs. I should have felt disgusting with
cum down my thighs but I didn’t; this was a place of debauchery. No one
escorted me or shepherded me, for which I was thankful because the thought of
facing those servants again made me cringe. I ran a bath and sunk into the
steaming water. My bottom ached slightly from the earlier spanking, but it
wasn’t a bad pain. I lay my head back and closed my eyes, utterly exhausted. So
Daniel’s mother was one of the many poor souls that my father had destroyed
with his greed. There were thousands of them and it would be no surprise if
every single one of them fantasized about making me crawl at their feet. But he
had said that was just one of the reasons, what were the others? And was he
going to destroy me regardless?

I
would have drifted off to sleep in the hot bath water, but a hand tangled in my
hair and yanked my head up. My eyes widened in alarm and I gave a gasp. That
unrelenting hand forced me to look Daniel right in the eye.

“You
were going under. I don’t want you to drown.”

I
scowled at him. “I don’t know why’d you’d care? You seem intent on drowning
me.”

He
lips quirked up in a smile. “I suppose that you’re right. Anyway, I just wanted
to let you know that I’m having a party tonight and you’re invited. The guests
should be here soon.”

Dread
overcame me. “And will this be another humiliating punishment for me?” I asked
bitterly. His hand still stayed in my hair so that my neck was arched up,
making me feel all the more vulnerable.

He
gave a slight nod, looking amused. “That’s right, and if you’re good and
obedient, I’ll let you go tomorrow so you’ll be well rested for work.”

“How
kind of you. Do I still have a job?” I snapped out, which was no easy feat with
the stinging in my scalp.

“For
now.” He released me abruptly and my hands went to my hair automatically. “Your
outfit’s on the bed. Margaret will be in to dress you shortly.”

He
stood and turned to leave.

“Why
else do you have this vendetta against me? You said that there were other
reasons?” I called after him desperately. “Don’t I have a right to know?”

He
paused but didn’t bother to face me. “Just make sure you’re good tonight.” Then
he left and I splashed the water in frustration. When were these games going to
end, and worse, what was going to happen tonight? I splashed again, sending a
wave of water out of the tub.

“You’re
getting water
everywhere
.” The woman, Margaret, walked in with a towel
in her arms. Her lips, as always, were pursed in disapproval. I scowled at her
in a way that I never would have dared with my aunt. She responded by grabbing
my wrist and hauling me out of the water. “Out you get. I won’t have everyone
waiting on your sluttish self.” Another yank and I fell from the bath, sliding
onto the slippery floor. Once again, her surprising strength hauled me up,
pulling my naked and wet form behind her as she entered the bedroom. Then she
proceeded to scrub me with the towel under the guise of drying me but in
reality it felt like she was trying to rub the skin from me. She spent a lot of
time on my tender bottom and between my legs. I could tell that she was hiding
a grin as I hissed in my discomfort.  After I was dried, she picked up the
outfit from the bed. “Looks like you’re a little slave girl tonight.”

She
fastened the bra on me. Although it was like no conventional bra that I had ever
seen. It was formed of leather straps that created triangles around my breasts
so they would remain uncovered. The panties were also leather and crotch less.
She made me stand in front of the mirror after she dressed me, and I nearly
wept. My pert breasts stood out against the black and my pink nipples were
there for everyone to see.

“Why
bother with this? Why not just have me completely naked?” I whimpered. She
tilted her head and gave me a smile that could nearly be construed as
sympathetic.

“You
must agree, this is far more humiliating,” she said sweetly, mirth in her eyes.

I
shook my head at her. “You’re just as sadistic as he is,” I said through
gritted teeth.

She
looked thoughtful. “Actually, dear, I think that I’m more sadistic, he’s more
of an exhibitionist.” Then she wrapped a leather collar snugly around my neck
and fastened it as my heart started to beat faster. The last touch was a leash.
“There, don’t you look pretty? Now, on your knees.”

“I
hate you,” I told her.

“My
dear, I couldn’t care less. Now get on your hand and knees before I drag you
out. Carpet burn’s particularly nasty on breasts, although,” she reached out
and tweaked one of my nipples and made me jump, “these would look quite nice
raw and red.”

I
looked away from her and slowly sunk down to my hands and knees. I began to
move as she pulled on the leash, feeling so much like the dog that everyone
used to torment me that I was. My eyes stung a little with tears and I sniffed,
before shaking my head in determination. He wanted to see me bowed and hurting;
I wouldn’t give him all of the satisfaction. I would never let him see me cry.
I crawled down the stairs, hesitating when I heard the sound of talking and
laughter. Margaret gave me a nasty pull with the leash and I had no choice but to
follow her into what sounded like a crowd of people.

They
were dressed up. Tuxedos and evening gowns, even a tiara or two. They drank
champagne and laughed as I was forced to crawl at their feet. I ended up
hanging my head in shame as I followed at the heels of Margaret. When we were
in the center of the room, I was allowed to stand and strong male arms took
hold of me. They were bare chested slave boys, and one of them I recognized as
the boy from the coffee shop.

“How’s
it going, Mattie,” he whispered in my ear with a grin, but that grin soon faded
when he must have seen the distraught look in my eyes. He leaned in closer.
“It’ll be okay. I’ll make it good for you, I promise.”

“Thank
you,” I breathed to him, aware now that every part of me was shaking. “I need a
blindfold, can you get me one?”

“No
blindfold!” barked out Margaret. “It’s his orders.”

He
gave me a sympathetic look. “Sorry.” He stroked my hair gently. “Don’t even
worry about them. Half wish that they were in your place right now. Just relax,
okay? I’m going to put you in the stocks now.”

I
tensed. “The what?”

He
turned me so I could see the instrument of polished wood in which my head and
wrists would be trapped. My eyes widened in panic. “You can’t be serious.”

He
gripped my chin gently. “You’ll enjoy it, okay? Just go with it and relax.” I
found myself nodding and another slave boy took me from him and proceeded to
bend me over, placing my neck and wrists in securely before placing the top
over and locking it in place. I couldn’t help but struggle. Being trapped like
this was surreal. I felt foolish being so immobile, yet wanton with my bottom
sticking out invitingly. I felt hands grip my ankles and spread my legs apart,
then they too were fastened to something on the floor. Hands were immediately
on my ass, rubbing at the tenderness. It was still slightly red from earlier
and I felt my face flush at the thought that everyone probably knew that I had
already been punished.

But
then the mouth was on my pussy and all thoughts flew out the window as I gasped
with both shock and pleasure. Then Daniel came into view, handsome and dressed
in a tuxedo, he carried a glass of champagne and lifted into my lips as the
slave boy beneath me worked his magic. I drank, although it was awkward in this
position and much of it spilled to the floor.

“You’re
so dirty,” Daniel told me, reaching out and stroking my hair as I started to
jerk as sensations electrified my pussy. “They’re all staring at you. They know
that you’re a slave to your body. It’s like a toy; it overrules your mind at
every turn. I’m humiliating you, and you love it. I
own
you, and that
turns you on.”

I
couldn’t speak because my throat was paralyzed by the lust that I was feeling
right at that second. I was very nearly drooling as my cunt was being played
with the way that Daniel played with my life.

“What
do you want right now?” he asked. “Your freedom, or to be fucked?”

I
jerked again and gasped as another jolt went through me. Freedom is what I
should have said. I should have begged to let out of the humiliating stocks, be
given my clothes and walk out with what was left of my dignity and into the
night.

“Fuck
me,” I croaked.

His
lips turned up in a ghost of a smile. “Louder.”

“Fuck
me,” I whined.

“
Louder.”

“Fuck
me!”
I screamed. “Please, please fuck me now. Please, please, please.” Laughter
swirled around me, but I didn’t care; that mouth was teasing me so much that I
couldn’t bear it. I needed Daniel in me
now.

And
for once, he complied. The mouth disappeared from me and Daniel moved swiftly behind
me and thrust into me with no warning. I let out a wail of pleasure as I thrust
back to meet him as best that I could. His hands clawed into my bare ass as he
thrust harder and harder into me. I cried out and shivered and shook as I came
and he slipped out of me. It was lucky that I was so trussed and bound because
I couldn’t have supported myself as I hung there, spent and satiated.

And
that’s how they left me. The slave boys, Margaret, Daniel, they all disappeared
leaving me fucked and bound; on display for any pervert who wished to run their
hands over my flesh, dip their fingers into my pussy or pinch my breasts. And
they did all three. These well-dressed wealthy people treated me like I was a
toy for their amusement. I could do nothing but wait there and take it. No one
fucked me though, or made me do anything with my mouth. What they did do was
play with me until I was brought nearly to orgasm before withdrawing at the
last moment which drove me crazy with need and lust.

I
felt inhuman, like all I was just a body and there was nothing else to me. But
I didn’t care. Right at that moment, nothing else mattered except getting my
release; and these strangers were not going to give me that. All they wanted to
do was torture me.

Daniel
returned at some stage, and stood watching me, an amused look on his face.
Someone behind me, man or woman I didn’t know, was stroking gently down between
my bottom cheeks, from anus to pussy, smearing my wetness around my little hole
and lightly prodding with a finger. It made me tense with fear, while at the
same time it made me absolutely excited. The finger delved in deeper and I let
out a moan while my face flamed due to the fact that Daniel was in front of me,
watching me in my uncontrolled state.

“Please,”
I whispered to him. “Let me cum. I’ll do anything.” I let out another moan as
that finger slipped in further.

“Anything?”
Daniel raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll…I
could suck you,” I rasped. This was nearly unbearable, if someone didn’t touch
my clit soon…

“In
front of everyone? Down on your knees and degraded?”

“Yes,”
I panted, squeezing my eyes shut as the finger began to slowly move in and out
of me. Daniel must have made some kind of signal because the finger was
withdrawn and I was being released from the stocks. Hands helped my stiff limbs
from where they were trapped and guided me down to my knees. When I opened my
eyes again, Daniel stood in front of me, looking down on me like he truly was
the master and I was the slave. Without even thinking about it, I began to free
him from his pants. An unbelievable excitement coursed through me. I wanted my
mouth on him; I wanted to drive him crazy. I licked at his already hard member,
only vaguely aware of the circle of onlookers around us. I dragged my tongue
from the base to the tip and relished in his intake of breath and slight jump
as I found his most sensitive area and began to acquaint my tongue with it. It
wasn’t long before he was gripping the back of my neck and guiding himself into
me, filling my mouth and beginning to fuck it. I let one hand slip down between
my legs and began to stroke myself, excited that I was getting him off. I came
before him, crying out with my cock filled mouth and nearly weeping in relief.
He was getting close, I could tell and I prepared myself for the inevitable
onslaught of his cum in my mouth.

But
he didn’t. He drew out at the last second and let his spurts rain down on my
hair as I froze. He came
on
me, covering me in it. I dared not move as
he finished, for fear that it could slide down onto my face. I still didn’t
move as he swiftly zipped himself up and walked away. He had just reinforced
how he felt about me. I was something to be used in his eyes.

Margaret
helped me to my feet and guided me from the room. Once the double doors closed
behind us, I shook her grip free and sprinted up the stairs, dying for the
safety of the bedroom and the shower to wash away his filth. I scrubbed at my
hair, shampooing it time and time again. What a disgusting man. He was vile and
cruel.

Yet
he turns you on, Matilda…