More Molly ~ part 5

Marcus nearly fell into his chair, exhausted. He had hardly slept for three days, pacing and worrying, and arranging things. Now, with the girl safely returned to her home, thank goodness, it was time to look at things more clearly once again.

He shifted in his chair and looked around the room. Everyone was waiting for him to make the first move. Molly had been incredibly helpful through this whole crisis, but where were they all to go from here? She'd been a woman for three days, had it changed her? Had she lost her desire for slavery? Had he lost his desire to enslave her? With a deep breath, he motioned her to him and patted the arm of the chair beside him.

"Molly?" He said as she settled beside him. She spoke his name in a soft whispered voice, and he reached for her hand. "Molly, has anything changed? Is what we had before still what you want?"

She smiled at him and leaned down to kiss his forehead softly. "Yes Marcus, it's still what I want."

His relief was almost visible in his entire body, and a bright smile crossed his face for an instant before being replaced by the more firm look of a Master. "Good, my slave, I am glad. But I am too tired right now, and it is late. We will sleep, and in the morning, we will resume as we were, then, hmm?"

Molly nodded, but did not move from her perch on the arm of his chair, for he still held fast to her hand. He turned his attention then to Rob, and the dark haired woman at his side.

"Now then, I guess we have some unfinished business to straighten out." He said. "I'm sorry to have got you involved in this mess Tricia. It was the only way I could see, at the time, to free the girl."

Tricia smiled. "It's alright. I have the utmost respect for you for what you have done." She said.

"Hmm, yes." Marcus said thoughtfully. "But the fact remains, I now own you, but I have no desire for a second slave. The one I have is all I need.... all I want." his hand tightened around Molly's as he spoke, but he made no move to look at her.

Tricia sat motionless, nodding solemnly, certain she was about to be set free, a slave without a Master. Fate was playing cruel games with her she was sure. It had taken her a long time, a lot of researching and a lot of hard thinking for her to come to the conclusion that being a slave was what she really wanted. Although she had never been a slave before, when she had given herself up to be auctioned she had gone in with her eyes open. She had gone to clubs, been involved in sessions with Doms, and learned as much as she could about how her mind and body felt about this lifestyle, and she had felt certain it was what she needed. Now, it seemed almost without a doubt that she would have to begin her quest for a Master all over again.

After a long silence, during which Marcus studied Tricia's expression, he cleared his throat. "Well now, that's settled then. As long as we understand each other. Now strip down and present yourself as a proper slave should."

Tricia's eyes shot upwards in surprise, but his face was stern and commanding, and she nervously began to remove her dress, not at all certain any more what was going to happen to her. As her naked body was completely revealed Marcus tightened his grip on Molly's hand, and shifted in his chair, then motioned for the other woman to kneel at his feet. Too afraid to look up at him, she kept her eyes trained on his shoes.

"Hmmm." Marcus looked down at her. "Quite impressive I should think. What do you think Rob? It holds itself well, and it definitely has the accessories for the job." His strong hand reached out and gripped one of Tricia's large breasts, squeezing it tightly.

"It does at that." Rob agreed with a wicked grin.

"You do enjoy a good tit torture session don't you my boy?" Marcus said laughed at him.

"Very much so!" Rob agreed again.

Marcus smiled. "Very well then. I think it's settled. Consider it a gift, yours to do as you please with..... your first slave of your very own."

Rob's eyes widened as he looked from Marcus to Tricia. Since they had brought her home he had hoped he would be able to use her and train her, but he had never once thought Marcus would actually give her to him. "Are you sure Marcus? You mean, you're giving her to me... for nothing?"

Marcus laughed. "Of course Rob! I don't want it. I have everything I ever need in a slave right here. Take it, use it, abuse it.... do as you please with it! It's yours! Now move along slut, crawl on over to your new Master and show him appropriate thanks and make yourself worthy of being owned!" He waved at Tricia as if he wanted nothing more to do with her, then cast a sideways glance at Molly with a sly smile and a wink.

Molly looked at the expression on her brother's face, then leaned close to Marcus' ear. "Thank you Master." She said with a smile. "You have made him very happy."

Marcus smiled back up at her and squeezed her hand once more as they shared a brief moment of tenderness before he regained his composure. "Indeed, my slave. Indeed. And now it is up to her to make him happy from now on. Now run along to bed with you my slave, and wake me in the morning. I am going to spend a little time helping Rob get organized."

Molly left them then, feeling like things were finally getting back to normal. Marcus watched her leave, then turned his attention to Rob and the slave who was kneeling thankfully at his feet.

"So, Rob, what plans do you have for this wench of yours?"

"Well, lots actually, but I know much of it will have to wait. All in due time. Right now, I'm not sure what to do first, although my cock knows what it WANTS to do!" Rob laughed, and Marcus nodded.

"Well yes, of course, it will learn that your cock will want it often, I am sure. And perhaps we will have to obtain a few more dogs too, hmmm?"

Rob grinned. "I think perhaps you are right."

"I'll look into it in the morning. Now, first things first. It will need to be shown exactly what it's place is. Bring it along and I want to show you something." There was a glint in his eyes as he spoke, and he led the way to the bedroom Rob had been using since he had been staying with them.

Marcus opened the large cupboard on the side wall and began taking iron rods and things out of it. "You may want to take care of your cock first? This will take me a few minutes, so there is time."

Rob looked down at his new possession. She was beautiful, long black hair framing her face, and such large breasts his mouth almost watered with the desire to torture them in the ways Marcus tortured Molly's. He could almost picture them streaked with whip marks or tied with their nipples severely squashed in clamps. Just thinking about it was enough to make his cock throb and he wasted no time letting it out. Bending his slave over on all fours he braced himself behind her and pushed his cock into her, a long low moan escaping him as he felt the pleasure of entering this, his first very OWN slave. Slowly he pumped into her, enjoying himself, then gradually picked up speed, until he was eventually slamming her hard, gripping her hair, pulling her head back as he used her.

Tricia grunted under the onslaught, her tits swaying beneath her, her ass smacked by his thighs loudly with each deep inward thrust. She began to pant and Marcus wondered just how much Rob had really learned, but he needn't have worried.

"Don't you dare cum, you fucking little slut! Do you hear me?" Rob commanded. "I will fuck you as long and as hard as I want, and you will NOT cum, or face the punishment for it! Do you understand?"

"Yes." Tricia croaked, her head tugged far back as Rob pulled on her hair for leverage.

"Yes WHAT!" Rob demanded.

Tricia gulped hard and spoke again. "Yes, Sir."

"That's better! From now on you will call me Sir, or Master, and you will address Marcus as Sir as well, if he should ever be interested in hearing your voice. You will not speak to him unless you have been spoken to first, and you will not speak to ME unless I speak to you first either, unless you have a very good reason to do so! And remember, you are MINE. I will do whatever I please with you, but you will never be used by another unless I allow it... but mark my words there will be times I WILL demand it!... and you will NEVER cum without permission. Understand?"

"Yes Sir." Tricia croaked breathlessly, as Rob hammered into her harder and harder.

"Good. And I shall call you..... anything I damn well please! You are my possession, I shall call you what you are.... Cunt.... Whore... Slut.... Bitch....." Each name was accentuated by a deep hard thrust into her, and she could be heard to whimper each time, definitely in increasing need. Rob chuckled. He half wanted her to cum without permission so he would have an excuse to punish her, but it was late and he was too tired to give her punishment as much effort as he would want to put into it. Instead, he opted for filling her hungry cunt and feeling her squeeze around him milking him of every last drop of cum.

"Good then!" He said, huskily. "Now cum, you worthless whore! CUM NOW!"

She let out a loud whimpering moan and her cunt began to clench around him. It was all he needed to throw him over the edge, and as she spasmed around him he shot load after load of cum into his quivering slave.

Marcus smiled as he put the finishing touches to the assembly of rods that now formed a framework above the bed. There was no doubt in his mind, Rob was going to make a good Master. He had practiced on Molly and watched Marcus with her, but he was really showing his true skills now with this new slave. And as he looked down at the sweating girl moaning under her powerfully fucking master, Marcus had no doubt she was going to make a perfect slave too!



"More Molly ~ Pt 6"