More Molly ~ Pt 4

***WARNING*** parts of this chapter may be harsh and offensive to some.


"Master Marcus, my replacement has arrived, my shift is over."

Marcus looked up to see Syl's smiling face coming through the crowd, and greeted him with a wide grin.

"Good, good! We're still here, as you can see, and I've saved the feast for you." Marcus gave a tug on Molly's leash, pulling her up to her feet and instructing her to lay across the table on her back. He removed her clit decoration and Syl pulled up a chair between her legs, eyeing her cunt with great delight and expectation. He gave Marcus one last look of thanks, then dove in, his tongue lapping over her for the first exquisite taste, then delving deep, swirling, and finally toying with the clit itself.

Molly swallowed hard, for the eagerness with which the doorman attacked her pussy brought her body to almost instant turmoil. She raised her eyes to her master, seeking his instructions, but said not a word.

Marcus laughed down at her. "Well, slave, you may cum of course, Syl is going to want to taste your juices! Don't make it too quick though, he likes to prolong his meals and wants to savour the feast and eat his fill. Let him tell you when he is ready." With that, Marcus turned his attentions to Rob, pointing out people in the crowd and commenting on different slaves and their behaviour, completely ignoring the moaning slave on the table.

"Waiter!" called a man at the next table in a gruff tone. Marcus glanced across with a frown and leaned towards Rob.

"Stanley Green." He said. "Not a pleasant man."

Before Rob had time to question any further the man belted out again. "WAITER! I need an ashtray! Bring me something to butt out my cigar!"

Rob looked questioningly at Marcus, for the cigar in question had been lit not moments before and was still quite long. Marcus's expression was tight, his jaw clenched, as he cast Rob a warning glance. Soon a muscular man in black trousers and white T-shirt appeared at the table with a struggling slave in his arms. The girl was held by her arms, pulling her shoulders back, making her chest push outwards. She tried to push away with her feet, but the waiter wrapped one strong leg around one of hers and pinned her against himself.

As the struggle ensued, Mr Green sat quietly puffing on his cigar, drawing long and hard on it til the end glowed with red coals. Calmly he then reached forward and pressed the glowing end of the cigar against the slave's nipple, pushing and twisting it til it was out, while the trapped girl screamed in pain.

Rob felt sick in the pit of his stomach, and diverted his eyes to the form of his sister beginning to writhe on the table as Syl continued to feast on her. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the other slave dragged away, less fight in her than when she had been brought there, and he noticed that his jaw was sore from gritting his teeth.

"My God!" He breathed. "I wasn't prepared for that."

"Unfortunately, it's a common practice among some patrons here. Some strive on the extreme." Marcus said in a low voice. "I do NOT." he added firmly. "I believe the slave is gifted with a beautiful body for the purpose of entertaining her master and it should remain so. To permanently disfigure the flesh detracts from the value. I also firmly believe in the motto safe, sane and concensual! These ashtray slaves are supposed to have consented, even though that one didn't look too willing." He cast a frown towards the next table. Rob followed his gaze, and felt his gut churn as he noticed the cigar had been re-lit. He looked at Marcus, who gave him a solemn nod and let out a deep sigh.

"Learn from it. Part of knowing how far you will go with the treatment of your own slave is to know how far you will NOT go."

Rob looked down at Molly. She was clearly having difficulty, writhing and moaning as Syl's tongue lapped at her clit, his fingers now working in and out of her dripping wet pussy, bringing her juices out for him to drink. This was definitely a more entertaining scene than what had just happened at the next table. He clenched his teeth as he heard another scream in the distance, and tried to concentrate on the slave on the table.

Stan Green, however, was clearly interested in having his share of sadistic fun. Another yell for the waiter rang out from his table, and once again the same tormented girl was dragged to his side. He drew on his cigar as he studied her nipples.

"This slut is used up! Bring me fresh tits for my cigar!" He commanded.

"I'm sorry Sir. We have only one ashtray slave in circulation this evening." The waiter told him.

Stan grunted and drew harder on his cigar. "Then give me her fresh nub. I am not butting out on burnt nipples! And be quick about it!"

The waiter lifted the girl and pulled her legs open, carrying out his task with little expression on his face. She seemed terrified, but her strength was lost and she had little fight left in her. Stan eyed her pussy with a glint in his eyes, gave one last draw on the cigar, then reached and pressed it firmly on her clit.

The scream filled the room, and Rob tried hard to concentrate on Molly's increasing moans instead. How could this girl have consented to this, he asked himself. Marcus shifted in his chair and looked away. These were the times he was almost ashamed of his lifestyle. It had been master's like Stan who had turned him away from it in the first place years before.... before he had met Molly, before this most perfect slave had showed up at his door offering herself to him.

He looked down at her as she gasped in need under Syl's expert mouth and fingers. The doorman was ready, glancing up at Marcus with a delighted grin and nodding. She was given her permission to cum, and instantly her cries or pleasure filled their ears. Syl dove into her, feasting on her juices as she came hard on his mouth.

Nearby, another waiter was making his way through the crowd with a slave. Stan called him bluntly towards his table.

"Bring me that slave, let me have some fun with it." He said, laying what looked like a small hammer and two shiny nails on the table as he spoke. Marcus looked at the girl and clenched his teeth, then sighed in relief as the waiter responded.

"I'm sorry Sir, this is not a consenting torture slave, this is auction merchandise. It must remain undamaged for the auction."

"Then bring me something I can damage!" Green demanded.

Rob eyed the tools on the table, then gave Marcus a questioning glance. "We're getting out of here!" Marcus stated flatly, pushing his chair back and standing up. Syl was finished, thank goodness. He had stayed as long as this only to allow the famished doorman to complete his feast. Now that he stood wetfaced and satisfied Marcus was ready to clear out, with serious questions in his mind as to if he would ever return.

"He'll nail some pathetic slave's nipples to the table, then use her." Marcus said to Rob as they left their table. "I want no part in witnessing that! There are better ways of immobilizing a slave for one's pleasure." His expression was tight and angry, and his stride abrupt and purposeful as they made their way through the crowd.

Syl trotted happily beside them. "Master Marcus are you leaving? There's to be an auction tonight. Maybe your friend could pick up a slave? You don't want to leave before that do you?" The doorman leaned in close to Marcus' ear as they neared the platform where several naked slaves were chained. "Now that li'l one there, she's underage, might be best to stay away from that one, it can only bring trouble I say."

Marcus shot a stern glance towards the slaves. The girl in question had her hair in pigtails and her face stained with tears. Marcus lifted the fact sheet that was stapled to the platform in front of her. She did indeed look underage, though her age was stated as eighteen. He gripped the paper and ripped it off, his face red with anger. Under his breath and through gritted teeth he said to Rob "Green will chew her up and spit her out, she won't stand a chance!"

"Marlow! Marlow!" He bellowed, tossing Molly's leash quickly into Rob's hand and heading off in the direction of the man who was approaching them. "Marlow! Get this girl off the auction block!"

The other man glanced at the slaves. "I can't do that Marcus, you know that. It's my income."

"Alright then, what's the reserved bid on her?"

"Two thousand." Marlow said without hesitation.

"I'll give you five hundred."

"Marcus my man, I can't accept that. I have to pay my supplier! Even at two thousand I'm making no profit, and I know a little thing like that will bring in a much higher price than that!"

Marcus leaned forward, his eyes flaming. "Your supplier is dealing in illegal trade Marlow, and you know it."

The other man gave an exaggerated shrug but said nothing. Marcus reached into his pocket and pulled out his check book, looking back at the slaves on the block.

"What about the one beside her? There's no reserve on her?"

Marlow shook his head, gloating. "No Sir, she's self donated. Her entire sale will be profit."

Marcus scribbled out a check and handed it to the man. "Two thousand. I take both of them, no bill of sale. You pay your supplier."

Marlow eyed him in shock. "Impossible!"

Marcus leaned in close, his eyes mirroring the threat in his voice. "Look at it this way. You take my offer, and when the law raids this place I guarantee I will not be responsible. If you don't, well, I can't guarantee that."

Marlow glared at him, then nodded to his men to release the two slaves and snatched the check from Marcus' hand. The two girls were lifted off the platform and Marcus immediately wrapped his jacket around the young one as he ushered his party towards the door.

"I'm afraid you won't be welcome here again Marcus." Marlow said with a hint of anger brewing in his voice.

Marcus glared back at him. " I'm not really concerned about that Marlow, since I don't intend on returning here again anyway!"

Outside, the two girls were quickly put in the back seat of his car and he led Molly to the other side, holding her arm before letting her get in.

"Calm her down, she's safe now." He said, and got quickly into the car.

Once back home he pulled the car into the garage and led everyone into the house. As Molly stepped inside he pulled her aside.

"Take her and let her have a shower, then find some clothes for her. Find out where she's from, where they snatched her from, and for God sake, how old she is!" He said, and Molly nodded. As she started to move he pulled on her arm and she turned back and ended up looking into his eyes. "And Molly...." He said softly. "...you get dressed too, and get something for the other one to wear as well. As long as that girl is in this house, there's no masters and no slaves, just normal people. Make her feel as comfortable and as safe as we can 'til we can get her back home, OK?"

Molly smiled at the look of genuine concern in his face, and nodded. "I will Marcus." She said softly, and turned to help the young girl into the bathroom while Marcus proceeded to pace the livingroom floor.



"More Molly ~ part 5"