She barely glanced at Carl. All her attention was on Turk. She shuffled forward, then quietly kneeled before him, making sure her legs were wide apart. Now Carl could easily see the four gold rings through her labia, two on each side. A tiny silver bell hung from one of the rings. She shook slightly, causing it to tinkle. DeeDee lowered her head and waited.
Turk reached out and cupped her chin, directing her gaze toward Carl. “Look, slave dee,” he said softly, like one might talk to a pet. “You’ve got a visitor. Do you remember Carl?”
Tears came to her eyes. “Yes, Master Turk.”
“Carl here says you don’t want to be here. He says he’s come to ‘rescue’ you. Do you want to be rescued?”
“No, Master.” The voice was rote, wooden.
“You’ve got her terrified, you bastard! Of course she’s going to say—”
With forced casualness, Turk turned and backhanded Carl across the face. He slumped over, unable to break his fall. He tasted blood in his mouth.
“Don’t interrupt me again,” Turk warned.
He returned to DeeDee. “Now, my new slave, tell Carl why you want to remain here with me.”
She turned toward Carl, who was still slumped over, his head touching the floor. “Master Carl, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I won’t forget it. But I have a new life with Master Turk now. Please go home.”
Using his shoulder blades against the wall, Carl managed to scoot himself partially upright. “Can I ask her a question, Turk?” It killed him to be polite to the bastard.
Turk nodded, seemingly pleased at Carl’s respectful tone.
“DeeDee, are you sure this is what Master Stephen would want for you? Wouldn’t you rather go home and be with me?”
Turk’s eyes narrowed. “That’s two questions,” he warned, but did not hit him again.
“My home is here,” she said simply. “My master gave me to Master Turk, so I will obey him. I owe him that.”
Carl wasn’t convinced. “You’ve got her brainwashed,” he snarled.
“Oh?” He seemed amused. “Crystal, release her.”
Crystal stepped forward and unhooked DeeDee’s leather cuffs. DeeDee brought her hands to her sides, but otherwise made no movement.
“Service me,” Turk ordered.
DeeDee stood, stepped forward then dropped to her knees again directly in front of Turk. Carl couldn’t believe his eyes. She unzipped the big man’s pants and gently pulled out his flaccid member. She bent forward, taking his cock into her red-lipped mouth.
Carl might’ve been convinced that this was what she really wanted out of her life now, except for one thing. As she sucked Turk’s cock, Carl could see the track of a tear flowing down from the corner of one eye.
It was all he needed to be convinced. She was a prisoner, and he would save her. Of that, he was determined.
He turned away, not willing to see any more. He listened to the slurping sounds, wishing he could cut off his hearing as easily as he avoided the sight. He sensed Turk was satisfied that he’d made his point, for the sound soon stopped. Carl looked up to see him gently push DeeDee away and zip up his pants, careful to avoid snagging the zipper on his softening member.
“Not yet convinced? How about this.” He turned to Crystal. “Sit on that stool and spread your legs.”
She obeyed instantly. She leaned back against the wall, her legs hanging obscenely apart. She closed her eyes.
“Service her,” Turk demanded. DeeDee crawled over and fastened her mouth onto Crystal’s bare cunt. Carl couldn’t help but stare. DeeDee probed with her tongue, eliciting soft noises from Crystal. Turk just stood there, smiling. This went on for several minutes, until Crystal’s chin began to bob up and down. Carl could tell she was about to orgasm.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes. “Permission to come, Master?” she asked softly. Her whole body was moving in time with DeeDee’s licks.
“Denied.” Turk seemed to enjoy the pained expression on his slave’s face. He reached out and touched DeeDee on the shoulder and she immediately stopped. She returned to her position of attention. Carl could see the sheen of wetness on her mouth and chin. She seemed completely under Turk’s spell.
“See?” he said to Carl, as if the demonstrations had proved his point. To Carl, it had proved the opposite, but he pretended to think otherwise.
“Okay. I was mistaken. I thought DeeDee liked her life with me.” He made a show of his disappointment. “I should’ve known—after all, I’ve only been going with her a few weeks. If you’ll just let me go, I won’t bother you again.”
For a minute, Turk just stood there, staring at him. Carl tried not to become impatient. He sensed events could go either way. Of course, Turk would be a fool to release him—he’d call the police immediately and Turk would have to explain DeeDee’s unusual lifestyle to them. But what other choice was there? Murder? Carl hoped not.
“You must think I’m an idiot,” Turk said and Carl tried not to grimace in disappointment. “You’d go straight to the police, like anyone in your position would do. And that might cause me some discomfort. Not that they’d find her here, no. She’d be long gone, sold somewhere or sent out for training.”
“You can’t keep me here!” Carl barked.
“Don’t worry—I have no intention of keeping you. Men aren’t my thing; I train only women. I have a better idea. Come, let us go into the library, shall we?” He magnanimously reached down and helped Carl to his feet. Because of the straps around his ankles, he could only bounce alongside the big man, feeling like a fool. Turk ended up dragging him through the door. He noticed that DeeDee and Crystal trailed behind them, like obedient slaves should.
Inside, Carl got another shock. There, in a chair by the cold fireplace, sat Gloria! How had she gotten here so fast? The dark-haired dominatrix was dressed just as she had been at the club—shiny dark leather bustier and black fishnet stockings. She held a black leather riding crop in one hand, slapping it gently into the palm of her other hand.
“You!” he breathed, his anger flaring.
“Yes. Me. Did you think I’d miss out on an opportunity like this?”
Carl was confused. What the hell was she talking about?
Turk helped him to a chair, where he sat down heavily. “What the hell’s going on? If you don’t let me go, you’ll be in a lot more trouble than you’re already in right now.”
“Shut up. You’re in no position to speak.” Gloria’s words stung him.
Carl turned to see Turk walk to a large desk. He tossed Carl’s wallet, cell phone and screwdriver onto the blotter and began rummaging through the drawers. Carl craned his head around until he could see DeeDee and begged for help with his eyes. She just stood there, staring at him, her face blank, her lipstick smeared. Her jewelry winked at him in the lights.
He turned back to Gloria. “Okay, so you guys must think I’m a big chump. I come here to help this girl, and you stopped me cold. Now that we’ve all had our fun, I’d like to be released. If you do, I won’t have you all charged with kidnapping.”
Both Gloria and Turk laughed, as if sharing a private joke. Carl didn’t like the way this was going. Turk returned from the desk, holding up a syringe that he poked into a small vial of clear liquid. Carl watched, horrified, as Turk drew a few cc’s into the syringe.
“No! What the hell is that?! Get away from me!” He couldn’t stop the panic in his voice. He was sure he was about to be killed.