Slave Girl 03
#3 of Slave Girl
As the young pit bull girl sat at the dining table across from this man, her "Master" by law, she tried to ignore the hot sting that still lingered on her ass and pussy, shifting uneasily in her chair. He looked at her, waiting to eat. "Try the food. I was told you wandered the woods for days before they caught you. You can't have eaten much." She looked down at her food, steak and potatoes, and though she was starving, her mind still raced with the happenings of just a few minutes ago. She couldn't understand how he could sit there and talk to her like some kind of guest. After a moment she picked up her fork and knife, cutting the meat in an attempt at politeness. During her time in the woods she had eaten some, but it had been little, and not something she felt like thinking about now. She was never the type to enjoy killing anything, let alone having to skin and clean it. It was a relief to be somewhere with food and shelter, yes, but this man... He scared her, his newness, his unpredictability- the way his eyes betrayed nothing. She did not even know his name.
The pitbull looked down, internally shrugging to herself. What did it matter? His name was only to be 'Master,' and she had no name. Her chin jerked upward as she heard him clear his throat. "Lost in thought, pet?"
Visibly distressed she cast her eyes about the room so as to avoid looking at him. "My apologies, Sir, I am.. I am getting used to this new place. I.. Please, just tell me what I must do to please you." She cast her blue eyes downward at her still full plate.
His expression was blank, but he spoke with a voice not as commanding as usual. "Right now, to please me, I only wish you to eat."
So she ate. And once she began, she couldn't stop. The servants brought seconds before she was sated, and he sat there, watching her with those predator's eyes. She found herself beginning to slow, drawing out her dessert as she realized what was to happen after dinner. Eventually just one bite sat on the fine china in front of her, she cut it in half again slowly, bringing the fork to her mouth. She dared a glance at him and he spoke the moment she looked up, startling her. "You should finish your food, as I said you've been hungry. You'll need it."
You'll need it.
She stared at him for a moment and he gestured again to her plate; Quickly she finished the rich cake and clutched at her napkin, covering her mouth, not wanting to make eye contact but knowing the inevitable fate. She was to live here as some sort of sex slave apparently, she thought with rage, and her face must have shown it. "Get up, now- I won't have you getting all fussy."
She bared her teeth at him, snarling as he wrenched her up from the table, "We'd better head back upstairs, hmm? Wouldn't want you jumping through one of these windows."
Only it seemed her struggles made no difference. He swept her feet out from under her, picking her up as he strode quite quickly across the plush carpet toward a tall staircase.She struggled with new vigor since having eaten, knowing that while she could not do anything to stop him she could at the very least fight him. She could take for herself some small feeling of dignity in resisting, in making this harder for him. They reached the foot of it and he yanked her around to face him, a soft-furred silvery arm in each of his powerful hands His eyes stared into hers. "You really think struggling like that will be a good idea on the staircase, pet?"
She snarled, and all the pent up anger at being caught again when she was so close to slipping away, and in her rage she lunged toward his face with her powerful jaws. He moved back so fast he was a blur, but she let out a sound of satisfaction in her throat when she felt her teeth close on flesh, and knowing she had at least grazed him made her grin defiantly.
Briefly he reached a hand up, touching the small cuts on his cheek, and turned to look at her with an expression that was mostly anger, diluted with something else she could not name. She expected a blow at this point, accompanied by a lecture and a few more blows... but none came. He stared her down for another moment and then simply put one large hand over her mouth, the other enveloping both wrists in front of her. Their size difference was staggering, and as the pitbull began to realize she had no real chance of fighting this man, she lowered her gaze to the ground. She knew by now that stuttering out nervous apologies only made things worse. He released her muzzle and loosened his grip on her wrists, then gestured with his chin up the stairs. Buzzing with nerves, she began to move up the stairs obediently, his hand now having moved to become a light touch on her elbow as they walked. She could see the doorway ahead, looming, making her breaths quicken the closer they got.
His silence bothered her more than anything at this point, and she had no idea what he might be thinking as he held the door for her. She stepped over the threshold and immediately noticed the bed. It had been made with fresh sheets, and atop the velvet comforter lay several coils of soft rope. She found herself lost in the fear of what was to come, and stood frozen for a moment, forgetting everything, at least until his silky voice jarred her back to reality.
"Sit on the bed." he said. "Now."