Chapter 1
Joseph continued fucking her mouth and slapping her tits for at least ten minutes, before finally stopping. She had been hearing him occasionally say something like ‘yes Master’ or ‘no Master’ and wondered if he was mocking her, but when he stepped back, she noticed the Bluetooth in his ear. He told her to turn over and slide down to the edge of the table. He grabbed something from his bag and walked around behind her. He pulled one leg up and strapped the lower leg and her wrist to her thigh, then repeated it on the other side.
He mumbled ‘yes Master’ again and pulled her back onto his cock. He slid easily into her pussy and the feeling of the piercings almost sent her over the edge before she regained control. She wondered how he had not kept from cumming already as well. She had felt him nearly cum several times, then slow down and stop himself. She was sure Michael was watching and was determined to prove her love to him by showing she could control her body just as Joseph was controlling his, but it was getting harder by the second.
Then Joseph pushed both his thumbs into her ass and her body shivered.
“NO! Michael says you may not cum.”
He slapped her ass hard and jerked her body towards him causing the new bars in her nipples to be pulled. The combination brought her back under control. He pushed his thumbs back into her ass and stretched her hole open. Finally, she heard him say ‘thank you Master’ and soon felt his hot jizz shoot inside her as his cock pulsed. He pulled out and pushed into her open hole and finished cumming in her ass. Once again, she was right at the edge, and it took every bit of her will power to control it, but she did. Michael had to be proud of her now. Finally, he pulled out of her and undid the straps. She stood up and he immediately pushed her down to her knees.
“Lick it clean.”
Angela did as she was told. When she was done, he walked over and put his pants back on. Then he folded up his table, packed his bag and left without another word. She wanted to see the new tats, but the medicine cabinet had not yet been replaced, and all she had was a small handheld mirror, so she could only see part her neck and arms, but not the one on her back very well at all. The ones on her arms and shoulders seemed to be vines twirling around towards her neck, but stopped short of where they would be seen if she wore a collared blouse or dress. The one around her neck was smaller vines interwoven around the word slave. It looked like there were other words, but she couldn’t make them out. Her hair was hacked very short and looked like it was uneven. She was going to need to get to a salon tomorrow morning before work. She hoped she could find a walk in one in or around the mall and that was open early enough.
She looked at the time and decided it would be too late or a full meal by the time the chops would be done, so she made a small salad instead, then went into the bathroom and took a shower. The hot water felt really good pouring over her body. She replaced the plug and harness, then put on her pajamas when the phone rang.
“Hello Master.”
“Sleep in the nude from now on.”
“Yes Master.”
Angela hung up and went back to the closet to pick out her clothing for the morning when the phone rang again.
“Hello Master.”
“I said to sleep in the nude!”
“Yes Master. I will, but I am not going to sleep just yet.”
“Let me rephrase that then. From now on, whenever you are in your apartment and alone, you will not wear clothes. I paid a lot of money for your artwork, and I intend to enjoy looking it whenever I get the urge.”
“Yes Master.”
Angela removed her pajamas and finished selecting her clothes for tomorrow. She turned on the TV and settled down on the air mattress. She set her alarm for 7 am so she would have enough time to find a salon, get her hair cut and get to the store on time.
Chapter 2
Carly was sitting at her desk when an officer came up to her.
“Do you have your report?”
“Yes sir. The first officer arrived on the scene about thirty minutes after you requested the surveillance. He observed the subject cleaning the apartment. He did a couple of walk bys and saw graffiti painted on the walls, her belongings had been scattered all over. It appeared that someone had possibly urinated on an air mattress he assumed was her bed, and possibly some of her clothing as well, since she went and did laundry today. She spent a lot of time cleaning and straightening up after you left. She finally covered all the windows with newspaper, so he was unsure of what happened after that, but the unit finally went completely dark around midnight. There were several groups of teens that walked by and looked in the window a few times, but when one group of boys stopped right in front of the unit and began watching, he called in a patrol car to do a drive through. The boys left and did not return. The unit was kept under surveillance the remainder of the night, but it was uneventful.”
“Other than the air mattress, did he observe any other furniture? She did say she had a chair.”
“Yes sir. He said he saw a small table and two chairs, one of which was propped up by the door. I relieved the officer at 6 am this morning. At 8 am this morning, a maintenance truck arrived and two men knocked on the door. They spent some time inside the unit, then one came out and made a phone call. The first two men then completely removed the old door and frame and replaced it with an entirely new door and frame. While they were doing that, a second truck arrived with a new stove, refrigerator and hot water heater. They were in and out all day and it looked like they did considerable additional plumbing -work. I observed boxes containing new faucets as well as a toilet repair kit and new showerhead and a number of pieces of pipe.”
“When I got the chance, I checked the make and model of the door and it is steel clad solid wood door with a keyed deadbolt, as well as a second dead bolt on the inside. There is also a security lens… a peep hole so she can see outside. There was work done to the windows as well. When the subject left to do her laundry, we called in a female officer to keep an eye on her there. While she was gone, a technician went in explaining to the workers that he was checking her cable which appeared not to be working. The jack was replaced in case he was being watched and a mic was hidden in the outlet right next to it. The tech was able to locate one camera he was sure of in the living room area, and possibly a second one in the kitchen area. Between those two, anyone watching would be able to see anywhere in the unit, except for the bathroom. From what you have said, I bet there is one in there as well. The mic that was installed will allow us to listen in to everything said in the unit.”
“Sir, off the record?”
“Sure.”
“I don’t know what you did or whose ass you lit a fire under, but those guys were seriously stressed to get that work done. There are over 500 units in that complex and I asked around. I was told there was one full time and one part time guy for the whole place. On occasion, they will bring in one or two other guys if some major plumbing or electrical work is needed. But I was told unless it is a true emergency situation, you are lucky to get a maintenance man to respond to anything in less than a month. Our tech said these guys were working as if their lives depended on getting everything fixed and fixed now. I am willing to bet none of them have worked as much in a month as they were working today.”
“I just called in a favor or two. This guy is a predator, and Angela is probably just the tip of the iceberg. He is destroying this girl’s life and I’m going to find a way to stop him. Now, I want that bug monitored 24/7, but record only if she gets a phone call or someone visits her. This poor girl has been violated enough. We only need to record what will help us get him. And make sure that the people doing the monitoring are trustworthy. Was there anything more to report?”
“Yes sir. Shortly after the workers left, she received a phone call, then a man came to her door with a folding table and a wheeled bag. We ran the plates and he is one Joseph Henderson, apparently a tattoo artist. He was still there when Officer Collins relieved me and I left. How long do you wish to continue the surveillance sir?”
“Oh no! Not more tattoos. It’s gonna take a lot of treatments to get rid of them all. Let’s keep an eye on her through at least tomorrow evening unless something happens. Keep watch on those boys too. I’m sure I saw at least one dealing drugs. Maybe your department can check with some of your snitches, or get someone in there undercover. That whole complex would benefit from their absence.”
Chapter 3
Angela was awakened by a knock on her door. Her clock said 6:50. Maybe it was Michael! She jumped up and looked out the peephole. It was Mr. Harris. He knocked again, louder.
“Open the door slut!”
“Just a minute, Master. I’m not dressed.”
“Now!”
Angela unlocked the door and opened it. The officer watching her door was snapping pictures. He had almost gotten out of his car until she opened the door and let him in. He did call in to the monitoring post though and tell them to let him know if any trouble started.
“Sorry Master, you woke me up and I was just a bit disoriented. Why is Master here so early? I understood I was to report at 9 am.”
“I just thought we might have more privacy here. Plus I have some good news.”
“Good news Master?”
“Yes, I am a lucky man.”
“Master is lucky?”
‘Yes, and I will tell you all about it, but first I want to see my merchandise. Let me see all the art.”
Angela turned around slowly so he could see each tattoo. He poked and prodded at several of them. He made her sit in the chair to see the one on her inner thighs, rubbing his hands up and them and poking at her pussy. Angela had not even seen the new one on her back yet and only part of the one on her neck. She also realized that she had not put on her new collar yet.
“Master, I must put on my new collar. May I please do it now?”
“Yea, sure. Go ahead.”
Angela opened the bag Joseph had given her and pulled out the new collar. It was made of metal, perhaps stainless steel and at least an inch and a half wide. Rings were attached in three places, and there was a loop on one end that went through a slot on the other end. There were several slots, so the size could be adjusted. There was also a small padlock in the bag, but no keys. George grabbed it from her and put it around her neck. He tried one slot, then the next one over, and before Angela could say anything, he put the padlock on and snapped it closed.
“How’s that slut?”
“Just a little tight Master. Can you loosen it a bit please?”
“It looks fine to me. Perhaps you just need to lose a bit of weight.”
“Yes Master.”
“Michael does have a good eye for body art. I can see where he was going with everything, but I have a few ideas of my own, too. And I love a girl with piercings. You have room for at least two more in each pussy lip and a couple on your mound for sure.
