Behind the Masks

[Sinful_whispers]

"O-o-oh...god..J-jesus...F-fuck me...F-fuck..." he said as her hips danced in every direction upon his. She could feel his hands gripping her ass and hips hard, his fingertips digging in as he tried to get her to drop down upon his cock but she wasn't ready to as her head rolled and after a few more gyrations of her hips she complied as she was ready and did just that. Clarissa impaled her self upon him, every inch stuffed inside her wet hole as she cried out.

Clarissa knew he was pissed with her, she bought him, he was her 'pet' but it could have been worse and the man had no clue about that. He placed himself into her world as she didn't go looking for him. he could be chained in some man's dungeon taking it up the ass or being used as some cum dumpster by men who liked to break the wills of other men especially those like him.

Tristan was handsome, strong and had an ego the size of the moon. He didn't know how lucky he was that he was with her, in a sense she was one of the 'good' ones in this lifestyle whether he wanted to see that or not.

"Jesus..." he said as she was enjoying the pleasures of her sex slave. Clarissa had been in this life style long enough to see a man who was fighting what he felt within him. He was to macho to realize that serving a female was not a weakness, and that enjoying a bit of pain wasn't something that was so fucking horrible when it came to sex and even when sex wasn't even part of it. People have been serving royalty, partners, spouses , bosses and those alike for centuries this was nothing different.

Clarissa dropped her head back and then lifted it up and looked down to him as she rode him hard. Every time she took him deep within her it was like a jolt of lightening rushing through her body and that turned her the fuck on. He was the biggest dick she ever had within her as she groaned out. As Clarissa reached her orgasm and rode it out she looked at him through half closed eyes and his teeth were clenched and he growled out at her as she squeezed his cock like it was in a vice and yanked her hips up released only to do it again till every drop of her juices was released to him.

God he felt so fucking good Clarissa thought, it wasn't just his cock it was everything about this man that made her want him even more. Everything from the way he fought her , his looks, the way his hips danced under hers as he tried to buck her off from time to time and even the way he gave her a fight to hold back his orgasm.

"Fuck," he said as she used the crop on him again. he reached for her wrist as her hand yanked back before he could get a good hold and she could feel his cock throbbing within her knowing he was so close to going over the edge and shooting a load within her.

If he wanted to hold back after she was done so be it, she would let him rock hard and not giver a shit , and it would be his own fault that he didn't want to share in the pleasure of a mind fucking blowing orgasm with her. Clarissa continued with the crop, she felt his cock twitching within her with each slap of it against his chest.

She told him to get off with her as she rode her own out, her body was riding the high once again as she moaned out, her lingering sounds were pleasurable to hear, she was far from a screamer as she got off. Her days of screaming were over since she took charge of her life. No more whippings, punches, broken bones, welts...those were the times she screamed.

Tristan caught her off guard as she was riding out her sexual pleasure as she felt him rear up and sit forth, he grabbed her slender wrist with his fingers and wrapped around it tightly. "I am not your fucking slave," he said as she seen fury in his eyes, his voice was deep and loud. Clarissa could not only see his anger but feel it. But, in the same time his cock was throbbing inside her, she knew the man was enjoying every bit but wasn't going to give in and admit it by far.

Before Clarissa even knew what was going on he had her on her back and she was looking up to him as he was now on top. She was pinned tightly under him as his cock was still full length within her as he buried himself to the balls as her pussy was convulsing around it, squeezing as if her muscles were milking him.

Clarissa wasn't even thinking about shocking him as he quickly moved and grabbed the remote from her hand so she no longer could jolt him as she had before. She was still breathing hard, gasping for a breath as he waited till she was what one could say at a weak point.

The whole thing was she wasn't even pissed that he took over control. before she even had a chance to say anything he lowered his head and turned it slightly to the side and placed his lips hard against her own as she released a moan against them. There was no struggle from her, if he thought there would be he was quite wrong and he was finding that out fast.

Clarissa kissed him back, her lips parted as she felt his tongue slide between them and enter her mouth. There was no fight to stop him as she released another small moan to his and could hear it echo within her own head. He was once again pumping his lengthy thick dick inside her, she could feel his anger within each thrust as their hips crashed together, Clarissa moved with him, her one free arm came up and rested upon his hip as her finger nails raked it lightly.

The kiss broke as her hand slide up his back as she grabbed a bit of his hair and held it within her grip and drew his face back down to hers as she thrust in and back out of her placing her lips to his as she whimpered out muffles soft sounds, no anger within her just letting him release his as he fucked her fast, hard and deep. Clarissa knew that when they were done, she was going to get him cleaned up and hoped her newest guest was up to speaking to them both so she could explain to him how she got to the auction and what had happened to her.

This man that owned her was mean, and she would validate Clarissa's story when Tristan heard it and would understand why she was as hard as she was. By this time her mask was up covering her eyes as she felt the edges pushing into her forehead as they kissed while he screwed her in pure anger and whatever else he was feeling within.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Tristan Clark

He rolled over pinning her underneath him. His other hand reached the damned remote control to the shock collar before hers. He stopped any words by doing something he wanted to do for a long time. His lips planted against hers silencing her as his tongue invaded within and dueled a duel of honor with hers. He kept thrusting within her with all his rage, his despair, his lust for this woman. Harder and faster his cock drove within her like a demon possessed. He wanted to punish her for making him her slave, and he wanted to punish himself for her not being full of shit about him either.

His cock was a battering ram he was using to communicate his anger and his pain. His hips rocked back and then plummeted crashing his huge jackhammer of a cock within her tight cunt and slamming against the back wall of it. This was a position he had only done once...with his monolithic cock he had learned it was too painful to the recipient, but not with Mistr-not with Clarissa Dumas.

Unlike Becca Jean Whitten up on Lover's Lane back home when he was Eighteen she didn't freeze. Clarissa Dumas didn't scream. She didn't push him off and curl up into a ball on the back seat of his Camaro sobbing like he'd ripped into her soul with his first thrust. He had hurt Becca Jean that night. It was his first time and it had ended in the emergency ward. Eversince he had always been aware of how fragile girls were, but not Clarissa Dumas.

Where Becca Jean Whitten was weak and made of glass his Mistr- no Clarissa Dumas dammit-was strong and made of steel.

No, steel wasn't the best analogy for her in the moment. He was a tornado venting his fury at her in a hundred mile an hour winds and she was the willow bending from the twister's rage but not breaking. She took it, accepted it, didn't fight back in the slightest. Maybe it was because she was in the throes of continual orgasm, or maybe it was because she knew he wouldn't break her. Boot camp taught recruits that true strength did not come from brute muscle but from the facing of one's fears.

Somehow he got the sense that Clarissa Dumas was like that. She had faced her fears long ago and this was the result. He was bigger, and stronger, and pissed off with her. In this position underneath him she should be afraid, but she wasn't. This chick was one cool customer. The fact that he was bigger and stronger and pissed didn't matter to her.

She was not afraid no matter what he did to her, she would not be afraid.

Her moan caught in his mouth did visceral things to his primal male mind. His opened his eyes as he felt her free hand on his hip. He pulled up from the kiss as he felt her nails scratch over his buttock. He looked into her eyes. They were fluttering with every powerful thrust he made within her, but their eyes met and something passed between them in that moment.

Fuck! She was so hot and tight, and the way her pussy convulsed and squeezed him on every stroke. She was pushing him closer and closer.

She raised her hand and her fingers grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back down to reforge the soul-searing kiss of a moment before.

Fuck! He was so close and this was pushing him right to the edge again. He growled in frustration into the kiss as their tongues dueled once more. His hips pistoned back and forth driving his battering ram into the fallen courtyard of her fortress. All that was left was to flood her with his rampaging horde, but he didn't.

He slowed down and clenching his muscles to keep that final submission to her at arms length. He would not come because she commanded it, he'd come when he knew she understood that.

But fuck it was getting harder and harder. He had expected her to fight him. Her acceptance had thrown him, and the sweet reactions her body was making was pushing him to the pinnacle faster than he anticipated.

He broke the kiss again and looked down to try and see what was going on in her eyes, but the damned mask was in the way. His hand pulled the mask off of her. He looked down into her eyes and saw something...something that made him crumble.

His hips stopped with his head between her lips. He should hate her. He should fear her, but right now in this moment there was only thing he felt for this woman...need. He wasn't sure what he needed from her, and he sure as hell didn't know why he needed it from her, but he had to have it and had to be given it by her.

"I can't...God...say it again..." His hands bunched up the sheet in a death grip as he hung over the precipice, "...I need you to...Tell me it again."

When she did he pushed in one last time and released within her. This time it was gentle...the hate and anger evaporated from him as he pumped his seed into his...mistress.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

In the heat of the moment Clarissa dropped the remote from her hand and forgot all about as the sex was better than she could have imagined and what he was doing to her jumbled all her thoughts within her pretty little head. Before she could even remember it she was rolled over and pinned under Tristan and he quickly reached for the remote. Did she really even care if he had it? There was no way out regardless as there was always somebody with eye watching around her home, that was for her protection as she knew there would be a time when her past came back to haunt her...or try and kill her and she was prepared, well as prepared as she could be.

Out of nowhere she looked as her head turned and his face came down closer and closer to hers and once again before she could react his manly worm lips were planted on hers in a deep, hard passionate kiss. One that was wanted, desired and such a fucking turn-on for her. God, everything about him was everything she wanted and desired in a man. His strength and confidence overrode the cockiness, and even that she admired as he seemed to be a man of his word, a man that could be trusted. Trusting men were far and few in her life so letting him in was a first outside her help which were also who she called family.

Each thrust from him was almost savage and Clarissa was taking each and every one, it was rough, deep and hard just as she wanted and needed, she wanted the pain, loved to give as well as receive from the right man but she will still remain the dominate one between them, that she would not let up on. Clarissa was sub to many men and all it got her was a broken heart, broken bones, bruises and anything else that was considered abusive. Never again.

Clarissa knew he was fighting these feelings within, he wanted to submit to her and yet the macho man within him hated the fact that he was turned on by it and wanted even more. She knew in his gut he wanted to serve her but hated the fact that she brought it out in him before he could realize it. Men like him hated that fact that they loved when a woman took control. It was easier in the bedroom than it was in public which he would learn in the long run, because he will perform for her, with her before others.

Her tongue danced with his, it was like a passionate heated fight for power and she was losing but she knew she could gain back her control as she moaned into his mouth as he thrust into her as deep as he could feeling him within her womb. In her mind all she could think about was him, wanting to keep it up, letting out all of his frustration and anger on her during sex which always made it a great sexual encounter. The past was something so many tried to escape, some did others relived it and Clarissa used it to her advantage, pain was something she learned to tolerate, her threshold was higher than most could take so each one of his stabs with his very large cock was handled most likely better than any women in his past had ever taken him.

Her moans and cries filled the room as he pushed and pulled her back making her, forcing her to take every thick hard inch. She met every angry roll of his hips with one of her own, each grunt and groan released from him a moan and cry of her own danced with it like their tongues. Clarissa was wondering if she was meant to meet this man. Something told her to go to that auction, to look at the men and to buy this one at any cost and she did just that.

Usually she was emotionless when it came to men but with him Clarissa showed him a bit of her as he pounded into her. She wouldn’t let him break her, that was impossible but she was bending. The kisses stopped as she arched up under him and he pierced her again and again as she held there. Each time he drove deep she tossed her head from side to side and that mask rode upwards showing her whole face to him for the first time as pieces of her hair got twisted within the sides of the mask as she winced as her head moved sideways and back.

He wanted her to fear him, she could tell in his actions and body language but she wasn’t...not in one bit and that most likely even frustrated him more. The more he gave the more Clarissa began to give back the best she could in the position she was in under him. She would break him before he would even come close to breaking a smidgen of her.

Sweat bead upon her brown and where their bodies met and smacked together as she slide easy against him. Clarissa gasped and cried out as he took her to another orgasm. She didn’t hold back a sound, her moans were slightly louder than those before but still for any man to hear them they were erotic to the ears like a sensual fuck song being sung.

Her hand was freed from his as she reached up and as she did his face was once again coming close and she turned her head slightly feeling those wisps of hair being caught in the elastic of the mask that was once covering her face fully as she whimpered and then moaned out as he drove his beastly cock into her and met him with raised him. Her submissive pet silenced her with his lips as she ground her hips up against his letting her fingers find his hair as she ran them through it sifting the hairs through her fingers. She gripped it, yanked and released only to sift through the hair once again but only after yanking his head slightly as Clarissa didn’t wish to break the kiss.

Her body felt as if it was on fire as her orgasm ripped through ever inch of her from head to toe as the kiss only electrified it, making it more intense than she could imagine. He was fighting his orgasm and she could tell he was so close and yet he didn’t want to give it to her, she knew that to him was defeat...it meant he was submitting but in reality it was showing how good they were in bed together, how well their bodies worked as one and he needed to realize that...how, she had no clue.

Clarissa raked her fingertips, those long manicured nails along his scalp and down the back of his neck and his spine as she was leaving a trail behind as she could feel she was digging into the flesh, marks yes...scars no. She would never allow herself to scar another person as she has been marked forever by a bastard of a monster, he wasn’t a man...he was and is the demon from hell and there are a trail of others before her and there is a trail as they laid there in bed fucking as one of his submissive laid in the other room healing from the horrid abuse she had to endear from a man that calls himself a master...a dominate, an owner and he wasn’t shit, he didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as anyone else.

Her head turned as the mask came back down over her face, partially covering her eyes once again making it hard for her to see as she looked up partially seeing him as he rammed into her holding her there impaled upon his cock as she cried out as the last of her orgasm lingered as her scent was stronger than ever as it filled the room.

Clarissa closed her mind off from everything as she felt that was dishonoring him as a man and as her pet by allowing her mind to roam. He was the real deal and whether he knew it or not in her eyes and her soul he was and again he would figure it out once he stopped the fight within him. The kiss was again intense as he stabbed her hard and deep as her cry was released to his mouth and she swore it echoed as he broke it and she felt his eyes upon her as her opened she still couldn’t see through the eyes of the mask but he made that easy for her as she felt his fingertips upon her face as he yanked the mask off her and with it he took pieces of her long hair as she made a sound to let him know.

It was then they truly had a chance to see each other, their masks were off, nothing left to hide behind but the walls they had built but to her this was a start of the bricks...stones to begin to crumble and fall, breaking away. He starred down and stopped the motion of his hips as she could feel her juices seeping out around his cock. Clarissa swallowed hard as she waited to see what his next move was. She knew she could scream if need be but she didn’t have to, cameras were in all rooms, 24/7 and watched everything...even now. It wasn’t the fact of security watching as they walked away and gave her privacy or watched TV, the other monitors but still gave their mistress respect.

"I can't...God...say it again..." His hands bunched up the sheet in a death grip as he hung over the precipice, "...I need to...Tell me it again." He said which didn’t shock her and it didn’t please her as she didn’t know how she felt but she knew she got her power, her control back without forcing it from him in a negative way as he gave freely.

“Pet, cum, cum for your mistress. Show me how good it feel to fuck your owner...how good my pussy feels wrapped around your cock...my cock....cum pet...” Clarissa said as she felt him push forth into her as far as his cock could go as she squeezed his dick with her cunt muscles. His anger seemed to rush from him as she could hear his sounds, and then she felt his hot seed shoot from the tip of his dick deep within her womb as she egged him on by squeezing, milking him. “M-m-m-m..yes-s-s pet...cum....” She said in the softest of voices as she herself breathed heavily and reveled in what was taking place. This was the turning point for their relationship as it all began to fall into place and she knew that from this point on she wouldn’t need that collar. The choice was made and it was made by him.

Clarissa left him ride it out till every last drop. From there she would unlock his collar and would give him that bit of trust as she would test him knowing he would pass. He wanted to help her, he wanted to serve and understand plus with them as a team, they would take down a man that deserved to be sent to hell.

Once he was finished she closed her eyes and it was when she opened them she felt him resting upon her as she reached up and she fiddled about for the keys once again and on it was the oddly shaped one that she reached up with and searched for the back of the collar and unlocked it letting the collar fall as she looked into his eyes as the room smelled strongly of this intoxicating sexual smell. Clarissa didn’t wish to shame him for giving in, she just wanted him to take it all in however was best for him without her rubbing it in his face.

From here on, she will shower or bathe with him, talk to him, then eat and they will speak with her newest house guest so he can understand where she came from, why she needed to stop this man and she wanted to help him find his friend’s sister not wanting another to be hurt for life or worse.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Tristan Clark

"I can't...God...say it again..." His hands bunched up the sheet in a death grip as he hung over the precipice, "...I need you to...Tell me it again."

Through pants and moans from the pounding his mammoth cock was delivering unto her stuffed pussy Clarissa said, “Pet, cum, cum for your mistress. Show me how good it feel to fuck your owner...how good my pussy feels wrapped around your cock...my cock....cum pet...”

When she did he pushed in one last time and released within her. This time it was gentle...the hate and anger evaporated from him as he pumped his seed into his...mistress.

Her speared cunt clutched tighter around him sending pleasure shooting up throughout his body and again, milking the orgasm to last as she repeated softly, “M-m-m-m..yes-s-s pet...cum....”

Tristan's eyes squeezed shut as he buried his head in the mattress next to her head. He groaned and shaked above her as he shot every last iota into her as she commanded.

Then he collapsed on top of her. He no longer had the strength after that release to prop up his body over hers and now his body rested on hers. Her breasts mashed against his chest. Her legs cradling his hips. He lay there for several moments breathing deep to replace whatever piece of himself he had submitted to her in that moment of climax with new breath. As he did he could smell the shampoo she had used in her hair.

Gardenias. He liked how it smelled.

Wearily he lifted his head up as her arm raised above her head searching the bed sheets for the remote to his dog collar. Before he could stop her Clarissa's fingers found and closed around it. He was still too sluggish he couldn't move fast enough to stop her. Her hand raised holding the key ring the remote was attached to. He flinched as it came to the back of his neck and braced himself for another shock, but it didn't come.

The tiny key inserted into the lock. She turned it and the damned dog collar came loose. His eyes widened looking into hers. His hand lifted rubbing over the places where the collars' electrodes pressed against his skin.

He pulled his spent cock out of her and rolled off of her. He lay there on the bed his broad chest rising and falling as it breathed deep his first lungfulls of air as a free man again. He turned his head and looked at her.

Part of him wanted to gloat about having been too much for her to handle, but the other part knew that wasn't the case at all. If anyone had given ground in the war between them it had been him.

What could he have been thinking? Tristan had her. He had neutralized the threat Clarissa Dumas posed with the dog collar. He could have incapacitated her, put her in her own restraints and made good his escape, but he hadn't done that.

Looking at her however he realized that wasn't going to go anywhere. He had wanted this from the moment he had met her-maybe not so much the damned collar, or the crop, or the restraints, but he was strangely not angry over that now. Maybe it was because of the recent mind-blowing round of sex, but he really didn't want to get up and leave her now.

Why? It wasn't because she was his 'Mistress' or held any sort of power over him. He had let her take charge there at the very end, but that was because of the mind-blowing sex, wasn't it?

But looking at her he couldn't quite feel any conviction behind that assertion. She had definitely gained more ground on him here. The bedroom wasn't his preferred battleground anyway. The fact she could take his huge cock without flinching had completely thrown him.

Finally after a moment she got up off the bed leading him out of the room and down the hall. He followed after her his eyes drawn to the sexy confident gait of those long sexy legs doing rather distracting things to the sway of her hips and ass.

She led him inside a bathroom. His eyes widened as he took it in. It was decorated in black and soft blues with a few silver highlights here and there in a masculine mix with the feminine in its style. Yet while he felt all that what impressed him was the size of her bathroom. It was as large as the billet he had shared with four other Marines back in Afghanistan with room to spare.

To one side was one of those wide walk in showers with showerheads that sprayed water from any direction. On the other side was a double vanity and directly in front was a Jacuzzi tub large enough to fit four or five people set beneath large bay windows letting natural light flood through and catch the silver flecks in the marble tiles lining the floor.

He nodded at her thinking. After the sex they just had, getting cleaned up seemed like a good idea. Only looking her gloriously nude body up and down once again, he wondered if this wasn't a good place to start getting dirty again with her...in the bedroom she had been in charge and had taken the best shot his over-sized dick could deliver, but she had to be sore as hell from that pounding. Maybe he could take charge here and show her the wide array of sexual skills he had developed over the years and girlfriends to compensate for the brutal monster hanging between his legs.

But first there's some business he needed to address, "You want to tell me what you know of this Lord Ryan bastard now?"

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Immediately after those words were spoken from her lips she felt a sudden difference within her newest pet. His hips pulled back as his lengthy schlong moved like a snake within her wet tunnel which was squeezing and releasing around his hardness till he was almost fully out and then he slowly pushed within her again but there was no anger driving him, it was if he had found a point of peace within himself and was accepting his new role.

Only time would tell but in all reality Clarissa didn’t want a permanent male submissive but she loved the power and the sex. It was a point in her life when she really had no idea what she wanted but revenge and his man, the one she paid a hefty sum for was definitely the one to help her as they had something in common...to take down the bastard master Lord Ryan.

His mistress felt his body shake above her as his head dropped along side hers on the pillow and he released those grunts and groans into it right next to her ear as those songs were like music to her ears. He gave in, it wasn’t that she had broke him, it was she had maybe made him realize that serving her didn’t make him any less of a man. She needed to get it into his head that it was okay for a confident man that likes control to give it up when needed. Even Clarissa as a side in her where she likes to slip back into that submissive part of herself just to serve a strong man but with her newest conquest it would not be anytime soon.

Every rope of his hot seed was deposited into her nice and deep, she could tell it had been a while of the man was just a cum produce beast. He wore her out, every but of her insides hurt but that was what she loved, the pain that came with a mix of pleasure in bed, as it made her get off hard, it satisfied the hunger she had deep in her belly. Her cunt muscles gave his dick another few squeezes as he laid upon her as she smirked a little known he was spent just like her.

His body was perfect chiseled flesh, it was raw muscle, sweaty, tanned and not an inch of fat on him as he laid upon her and she closes for a brief moment. He had every chance to do whatever he wanted to her and he didn’t, Clarissa knew he wouldn’t and for once in her life outside those she had saved from abuse and perhaps loss of there life she followed her gut and took a chance on a man.

Her pet didn’t fight her as she reached for the remote, they were both at a point where the fight was over and she wondered who really won the battle, him? Her? Did it really matter? Yes but she undid the collar as he flinched as she knew he assumed she was going to shock him again and he was wrong. The collar came off with a simple click, he could run but he wouldn’t get far, and any harm to her he would pay the price as her ‘family’ would make sure of it. She had proven her trust to them and they have to her , a bond of a tight-knit family was formed from out of the worst situation, it was like a phoenix for all of them even her reborn from the depths of hell.

Her eyes followed his movement of his hands, his hand was large and calloused, rough showing he was a worker yet against her skin, she liked the way it felt, soft kissing and caressing the softness of hers. He moved from her and laid aside her as she glanced over to him, and a little grin appeared upon her face. Clarissa just wanted to rake her nails down him, to touch and taste every bit of this man but now wasn’t the time.

As his head turned to look to her , Clarissa already was looking at him. She was wondering what was going through his mind but instead of asking she decided to let his thoughts remain his own for now and not asking him to share them. She loves her privacy and her staff knows that and give it to her as she does them, respect is earned as is trust and now they would need to get that from each other and something told her it was there or damn close.

Clarissa wondered how many women have fed his sexual ego over the years and how many have backed away. Men always thought having the biggest cock was a great thing till they find out not many women want it. Another hit to the ego but there are those like her that were forced to take a dick that big or something that was harshly used in place of it especially as a tool for punishment.

Her soft lips parted as she blew out a breath and looked to him again as his eyes were caressing her body as they moved along it. “Time to clean up my pet...” With that said she pushed up, took the mask off her head and got up. The leather was hot even though there wasn’t much to it, the incredible rough sex was sweaty as the scent lingered. She motioned him to follow and then turned around and headed towards the doorway and walked out it and down the hall. He didn’t seem to be naked as she heard his bare feet on the floor behind her.

Entering her grand bathroom from her sitting area/office she stepped aside and allowed him to look about. Clarissa dressed like a woman with class and taste, she was very feminine and only so many saw that side of her but each room was decorated in a modern style, a mix of masculine and feminine but more on the masculine side. Modern art, chandeliers, and the most female thing was probably the fresh cut flowers in all the rooms that she enjoyed daily.

Ridding the leather she was wearing she stripped bare, everything went as she stood there and once he was able to look around she motioned him to the shower with her letting him close the large glass door as she turned the water on and jets from every came on. Taking a few steps she walked down into the middle of the jets and if anyone seen it , it would be just like a car wash.

Clarissa turned around and watched him, water upon his flesh was a sight for sore eyes. "You want to tell me what you know of this Lord Ryan bastard now?" As he said that she leaned her head back and left the water rush over her face and body.

Her head lifted as she offered a smile, “not now pet. Please get washed up. As you know i have a recent visitor and in a bit we will be going to talk with her. For now wash please, we’ll grab a bite to eat and I will explain it to you then. In the future bathing me will be part of your duty. I don’t expect it all the time but there are times I do.”

Clarissa left him wash himself and as she was done, stepped out and dried off placing a towel aside the shower on the stool for him. Once that task was finished she wrapped herself in a fluffy robe and again placed one with the towel for him. She waited for him and then she padded barefoot to the end of the hallway and pressed a button and the elevator door opened. Stepping in she waited for him to follow and the door closed. When it opened there were in the grand room. Stepping out she walked through it and into the kitchen where she rummaged through the frig for cold cuts and all she needed to make a sandwich.

Pushing everything towards him, “please make something. I like simple things most of the time.” Once finished she cleaned up, handed him a plate , got herself one and placed hers on the tray, grabbing two wine glasses and a bottle of red along with a corkscrew she placed them on as well. “Please carry the tray and follow me pet...”

With that said she headed towards the glass doors, unlocking and opening them to the back stone decking that went fully around the house. Clarissa took a seat and settled on a lounge chair. Aside it was a table and then another chair. The sky was lit with stars and the moon was bright. Awaiting him to place the tray on the table she looked at him as she sat sideways on the lounger and sighed. “please open and pour the wine.”

She reached and took her plate and placed it on her lap. “Many years ago in fact fifteen give or take months...he owned me and many others. He is a demon, a monster who gets pleasure from hurting and abusing others. It doesn’t matter whether they are male or female, as long as he can break them, spirit and bones he is happy.” She swallowed hard. “Every deep mark upon my body is from him, those marks on my back are from him, my broken bones that are now healed are from him...he has killed, not once but many times. He is a feared man, but not by me. I will be the one to bring him down.”

Clarissa reached for her sandwich and took a bite chewing it slowly. “He does not recognize me because of the facial reconstruction that was needed from what he had done to me and the little bit I wanted done for just that reason. He thought I was dead and still thinks that. He buys them, breaks them and I try and buy them from him before the damage is too bad. The girl upstairs, she is one of them. That is the quick version of the story there is much more to it. My servants are my family, I saved them from that hell. I brought a husband and wife together to live freely. I have bought many, healed them and set them free to go home or wherever they wish. I am not sure where he gets them from....but I believe they are kidnapped.”

Clarissa told him the short version as she wasn’t ready to get into the full detail of everything. She knew he could stomach it but it was her who wasn't fully ready to open that door again...not yet.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Tristan Clark

But first there's some business he needed to address, "You want to tell me what you know of this Lord Ryan bastard now?"

She had lead them inside the shower and had turned on the water. Tristan watched her step into the spray the water flowing over her skin. Her head tilted up so the water poured over her face and hair and down her neck and down the length of her body. His eyes followed that stream over her chest and sluicing in the valley between her breasts and rolling over the dimples of her abs and pouring down between her legs.

He stood there rooted transfixed by her. It would be so much easier on Tristan if Clarissa Dumas was not the sexiest woman on the planet. She had lowered her eyes and was watching him watch her.

"Not now pet." She replied to his question, and his hackles rose at her dismissive tone. He had almost forgotten her superior attitude towards him. It should enrage him, but the fact that it wasn't was the true thing that was pissing him off about it.

"Please get washed up," She continued, "As you know i have a recent visitor and in a bit we will be going to talk with her. For now wash please, we’ll grab a bite to eat and I will explain it to you then."

He nodded his eyes never leaving hers, "Have it your way."

He stepped inside the shower beside her feeling the warm spray of the shower nozzles pattering over his sweat coated contours of his muscular body. He hadn't exercised in-he didn't know how long. He worked out every day. He was going to get soft if he wasn't careful, but there was more to it for Tristan than maintaining his physique. The routine...the act itself centered him. He also did all his thinking through life's problems doing bench presses or crunches or even during just a simple 1k jog around the block. He wondered if his mist-Clarissa Dumas-would give him the freedom to work-out on his own-he needed the solitary activity to get his mind straight here.

He wondered why he felt that he needed her permission to do anything he wanted to do.

He bowed his head letting the water flow over the top of his head and down across his broad-shouldered frame. He had his back to her but he caught himself constantly glancing back over his shoulder to get one more look at her. He resolved himself to stop doing that. He kept his head pointing forward looking at an alcove in the tiled shower's wall. There was a bottle of shampoo. Tristan took and looked at the label. So this was why her hair had smelled of gardenias before.

He turned and handed it to her. Clarissa took it saying, "In the future bathing me will be part of your duty. I don’t expect it all the time but there are times I do.”

His eyebrow rose at that. Maybe she'd want him to wipe and flush for her too in here. Though shockingly the notion of bathing her like that was appealing to that part of him that had given in to her back when he had needed to hear her give him permission in order to come inside her. What the hell was wrong with him?

Mostly because looking at her sexy body kept distracting him, Clarissa finished showering first. She stepped out and began drying off as Tristan was still rinsing the shampoo out of his hair. He finished and stepped out finding a towel and robe on a stool for him.

Once done and wearing soft white robes she led him out of the bathroom, down the hall, and to an elevator downstairs. The elevator's doors slid open in a great room that she crossed over into the kitchen she had taken him earlier.

She opened the restaurant quality fridge and began laying several cold cuts out on the counter between them. Bread, cheese, mayo, lettuce, tomatoes-everything they'd need to make a sandwich. His stomach growled in appreciation to that.

Then she surprised him by pushing all of it towards him saying, “please make something. I like simple things most of the time.”

She wanted him to make her sandwich for her. His eyebrow arched again and with a begrudging air he took the cold cuts and began assembling two turkey sandwiches for both of them. She then pulled out two glasses a corkscrew and a bottle of French cabernet sauvignon and placed them and the two sandwiches onto a tray.

“Please carry the tray and follow me pet...” She said heading out the French doors out of the kitchen leading to the patio outside. She lounged back in a patio chair like a queen taking seat on her throne. Her robe had parted to reveal the valley between her breasts.

"So what now," He asked her carrying the tray of their lunch over to the table beside them. There was an empty chair beside it, but Tristan chose to stand to point out his independence to her-well to himself mostly.

“please open and pour the wine.” She told him turning to sit in the chair sideways to face him.

He took the bottle and the corkscrew and it took a few minutes but eventually it popped free. He poured both glasses full saying, "I've never had fancy wine before...I'm more of a beer man." He lifted his glass up to his nose trying to mimic what he'd seen people do in movies. It didn't smell anything more than overpriced grape juice to him.

“Many years ago in fact fifteen give or take months...he owned me and many others."

"You were a slave," He said in disbelief. No matter how hard he tried Tristan could not imagine her in that role.

"He is a demon, a monster who gets pleasure from hurting and abusing others," She continued, "It doesn’t matter whether they are male or female, as long as he can break them, spirit and bones he is happy.”

"And he hurt you?" Tristan lowered the glass of wine his fingers tightening around the delicate wineglass. He had his problems with Clarissa Dumas, sure. She was pushy, and had an infuriating assumption of superiority over him, but Tristan hated the thought of any man hurting any woman. And the thought of this Ryan bastard hurting her filled him with a murderous rage.

“Every deep mark upon my body is from him, those marks on my back are from him, my broken bones that are now healed are from him..." She said swallowing and Tristan could swear he saw the ghosts of remembered pain swimming in her eyes.

"I'll kill him," He vowed solemnly to her.

"He has killed, not once but many times. He is a feared man, but not by me." She stated before taking a moment to take a bite of the sandwich he had made for her, “He does not recognize me because of the facial reconstruction that was needed from what he had done to me and the little bit I wanted done for just that reason."

"You're doing a Count of Monte Cristo," He said remembering a book he had read back in highschool, "Disguised as someone else to get some payback on the asshole."

"He thought I was dead and still thinks that."

"And you think he's the one behind the human trafficking too?"

"He buys them, breaks them and I try and buy them from him before the damage is too bad," She told him, "The girl upstairs, she is one of them. That is the quick version of the story there is much more to it. My servants are my family, I saved them from that hell. I brought a husband and wife together to live freely. I have bought many, healed them and set them free to go home or wherever they wish. I am not sure where he gets them from....but I believe they are kidnapped.”

He looked into her eyes before asking, "But why didn't you go to the police instead of playing Countess Monte Cristo? Why the masquerade? Why not just go to the FBI and have that mother fucker arrested?"

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Clarissa watched him, she loved how his face was chiseled, so defined and so handsome. He had such a rugged look but she could see him on the cover of a GQ magazine dressed in a suit with an open shirt and tie or even tight jeans, shirtless or just in anything at all, he would look good but she would admit she liked him in nothing but actually found him sexier in something that covered his body partially.

She watched his facial expressions when she called him ‘pet’ or when she directed him to do something for her and held back a smirk as he tried to be angry yet he wasn’t able to be. Clarissa had a feeling that he may have realized that he wasn’t losing any of his masculinity by being a servant to her, her slave. She had respect for him and if she was able to trust him more, he would gain more freedom with time.

There really was no need to keep him around, she could have men, any man almost that she wanted to serve her but she wanted him. Letting him walk away she would lose a shit load of money but even if it was only one night of pure passion with him, she would be satisfied. He was exactly what she wanted and needed to help her, this was meant to be, them to meet and she felt it in her gut. Call it fate or whatever anyone called it these days but she believe they crossed paths for a reason and it was to help her as she knew sooner or later the Lord Bastard would figure out what she was doing and retaliate again and then he would figure out who she was and he would kill her this time around without even a blink of an eye.

Clarissa ate her sandwich in silence, she could see the look on his face in her mind when she said about him bathing her but what she left out was she would in turn wash him in the shower as well. It was nice to have that touch, soaped up flesh, hands, fingertips moving along such a well defined hunk of male being. It was partially her desire for him and even part of her that once loved to serve another that deserved it, and she had a feeling he would understand it all in time, if he choose to stay about as she would give him that option sooner or later and trusted he would hold her secrets for her only to himself and he alone.

They talked for a bit, as she was telling her story to him and he was asking her questions. The doors of the past were hard for her to open. Clarissa held anger within her for so many years with the right to but those demons, those ghosts seemed so free in her mind. Some nights the dreams were terrors. She would wake up in a sweat, breathing heavy, tears and she could feel the bullwhip lashing her bloody body and the pain was so fresh. Night terrors as some called them, worse than nightmares.

There were times her servants heard her screams in the darkness as they echoed through the house and would wake her to bring her back to reality a place they as she thought was safe but it wasn’t they all knew it. There would only be safeness when the man was hung, beat and his last breath taken from him by her hands. To murder him, she would spend her life in jail for. Would it be worth it? She thought so, was he worth it ...no. Life was a bitch sometimes.

She watched as he sniffed the wine and chuckled. He looked into her eyes before asking, "But why didn't you go to the police instead of playing Countess Monte Cristo? Why the masquerade? Why not just go to the FBI and have that mother fucker arrested?"

“Please hold that thought I will be right back.” With that said she stood up and walked back into the house leaving him to sit there alone and it gave him the chance to look around at the land behind him and around him. There were cameras, electrical fences and whatever else she had installed to keep others out and some within her home. There was a huge part of her that lived in fear that one night she would go to bed and not wake up because the monster would figure out who she was and now is. It was hard to push it out of her mind but she told herself she couldn’t allow him to run her life.

Clarissa grabbed a frosted mug and a bottle of beer and walked back outside to the terrace where they were having lunch and he was still there. She placed the two items on the table and removed his glass of wine pouring it into her own as she sat back down crossing her legs as she took a sip. “That I believe was what you like.” She smiled and placed her glass back on the table only after she rolled the crystal stemware between her fingertips. “Now, to answer your questions...” she aid taking a bite and chewing it as she looked over to him again.

“You I am sure know about powerful men, how it is so easy to buy another human as we all have a price, greed...so many have it and they can never have enough. I’ve never seen myself as the Countess of Monte Cristo but you do have a point, I guess in a sense I am. He will kill me if he finds out my identity and he will most likely have the biggest orgasm all over me when and if the time would come. That would be such a pleasure to him like you have no idea. He has more people in his pocket than you or I could even imagine.”

Clarissa took a sip of wine and another bite of her sandwich. “Very good by the way, thank you.” She felt the breeze as it blew wisps of her damp hair around her face and took it up in the air upon the back of her head as it felt good upon her face like the warm sun. “I was down in a cold damp dungeon for months. I lost track of time and I was never brought up to the light like many others. He kept us in cages like jails, one cage at a time lined up side by side and there was exactly 30 where I was and there were many more in other rooms under his castle. There is a labyrinth under the main flooring.”

She took in a breath and blew it out slowly. When she spoke to him she always looked directly to him. “We would be hung by our wrists in the air feet off the ground for days. He would use and abuse us as he saw fit, or whoever he handed us off to. He didn’t care what anyone did as long as he was able to watch and enjoy. The more pain, the louder the screams, the more blood there was the happier he was. He got off on it literally and figuratively.”

“These sick men were judges, lawyers, military high ups, politicians, men that hold much power. They were policemen, they were also other men with money that had the same kinks. There were videos taken but none ever left the castle, he wouldn’t allow it for fear they would be used against him. Men would come from all over the world, Sheiks were a favorite that used both men and women slaves, and they would bring him their used and trade for sexual favors.”

Clarissa choked back hard as she continued to speak. “Which is why I won’t go to anyone. I cannot trust anyone anywhere. Every time he hold an auction there are many to buy like farm animals. I go now and then to survey, to see which are worst, to look for siblings or spouses that belong together and try to buy them, sometimes there are families...sold separately. I know he will catch on soon. You are perfect example, he got you and sold you without even knowing anything about you.”

Once they were done eating she looked around and then back to him as she got up and placed everything back on the tray but the bottle of wine and his beer.” “I’ll be back in a moment...” and she walked inside and took care of the items on the tray and took out a small box and felt for the small key and opened it up as she took out pictures and locked the box back up and walked outside with them and sat in the chair again and like playing cards she placed them out in three rows. They were pictures of those she had saved, these were pictures of when she got them and some were hard to look at. “This first one...” she pointed to a young woman who was hardly able to even tell she was female....”was me.”

“The rest are those who I have bought, healed and released to be free...not pleasant to actually see what he’s done. There are many that never make it out, he abuses them so badly he takes their life...all for his own kicks and others like him. This isn’t a small group, it is bigger than you or I can imagine.” Clarissa finished her wine and placed the glass down on the table. “I have clothing for you upstairs, and no not a leather harness...” she smirked, that’s for my eyes only and for later...”

Letting him glance over the pictures she looked out to the land, looking at the Fall season settling in, still warm though but soon the trees would be bare once again. “We can dress and then go see her but please...let me ease you into the room, as she has an issue with men. The doctor sedated her to stitch her wounds and set her breaks to cast. She pondered having another glass of wine but decided against it. She gave him time to enjoy his beer as she tried closing the doors to the past and was finding it hard.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Tristan Clark

He looked into her eyes before asking, "But why didn't you go to the police instead of playing Countess Monte Cristo? Why the masquerade? Why not just go to the FBI and have that mother fucker arrested?"

“Please hold that thought," She said rising up from her seat before him, "I will be right back.”

Tristan watched her walk back into the kitchen her sexy ass doing that hypnotic swaying beneath the material of her robe and once again holding his eyes hostage. When she slipped back inside he looked around, and it occurred to him now that this was his best chance to escape. He was alone, and he didn't think her big bruiser of a servant was anywhere around them. Yet he was not breaking for it. Why?

He sat down looking out over the green of her yard. It was surrounded by a high cast iron fence with sharp points on top. That would've been a nuisance, but not impossible to scale. The cameras atop the fenceposts scanning out over the yard and outside would have been more of a problem. They had a clear line of sight to the closest cover forty yards away. She'd be able to track him to those bushes after leaving the grounds.

Still once he made cover he could just disappear. A force-recon Marine worth his fatigues even in only a white terry-cloth robe was a hard one to keep track of in the woods. He could run now, make for the cover and Clarissa Dumas would never find him again....

...but he didn't. He had become too invested in this mission to find Maria, and to bust that bastard Lord Ryan's white slavery ring wide open, and...well...Tristan was too invested in her now too.

She returned carrying a mug and bottle of good ole american Budweiser. She placed them beside his plate and took his glass of wine and poured it into her own glass. “That I believe was what you like.”

He lifted the ice cold bottle and pulled the cap free. The sharp metal edge of the bottlecap could be useful in any escape attempt if he surreptitiously hid it from her view here now. It would be likely she'd never even think about it. She was busy taking a bite of her sandwhich. Now would be the time to palm the bottlecap, but he didn't. Instread he found himself placing it on the table in plain view for her. Wondering what the hell was he doing trusting a relative stranger like this Tristan poured the beer into the frosted mug and took a long chilling drink from it.

She took another bite of her sandwhich and said, “Now, to answer your questions...” She looked over to him as that pretty kissable mouth chewed her mouthful of turkey sandwich. “You I am sure know about powerful men, how it is so easy to buy another human as we all have a price, greed...so many have it and they can never have enough."

"The bastard's that well connected," He asked, "But why the Countess de Monte Cristo act? He can't have everyone in his pocket."

"I’ve never seen myself as the Countess of Monte Cristo but you do have a point," She told him, " But you do have a point, I guess in a sense I am."

"Even us jarhead Marines have read a book or two," He replied with a laugh, "Though I never did finish that one...So if this asshole knew who you really were-"

"-He will kill me if he finds out my identity and he will most likely have the biggest orgasm all over me when and if the time would come. That would be such a pleasure to him like you have no idea." She completed the thought for him.

He looked at her the muscles in his jaw working as the thought of anyone doing such a thing to her brought that murderous impulse back. "So what you're saying is that it's just you and me?"

"He has more people in his pocket than you or I could even imagine,” She answered. Than as if she was merely just talking of the weather instead of the bastard that would kill her she took another bite of the sandwich and a sip of his wine she had poured into her glass. “Very good by the way, thank you.”

"Don't mention it," He said with a chuckle as he watched a breeze flirt with her long damp hair. To face the constant fear of her death day after day was a hard thing. It broke too many soldiers. But not Clarissa Dumas. It was a crucible that made the woman before him. It was a hard way to live. One needed to be hard as rock where too many were still so soft. "Tell me about it-What he did to you."

“I was down in a cold damp dungeon for months," She said her voice going cold like a drawn knife before the thrust into an attacker, I lost track of time and I was never brought up to the light like many others. He kept us in cages like jails, one cage at a time lined up side by side and there was exactly 30 where I was and there were many more in other rooms under his castle. There is a labyrinth under the main flooring.”

The thought of her in a tiny cage, kept like cattle, saw the return of that murderous impulse to snap that certain bastard's neck with his bare hands again.

She let out a steady breath, her eyes never leaving his. “We would be hung by our wrists in the air feet off the ground for days. He would use and abuse us as he saw fit, or whoever he handed us off to. He didn’t care what anyone did as long as he was able to watch and enjoy. The more pain, the louder the screams, the more blood there was the happier he was. He got off on it literally and figuratively.”

The words came out steady like they were nothing but each one was a grenade dropped in his lap. He was definitely going to kill that man.

“These sick men were judges, lawyers, military high ups, politicians, men that hold much power. They were policemen, they were also other men with money that had the same kinks. There were videos taken but none ever left the castle, he wouldn’t allow it for fear they would be used against him," She continued in that cool matter-of-fact tone to her voice, "Men would come from all over the world, Sheiks were a favorite that used both men and women slaves, and they would bring him their used and trade for sexual favors.”

This was getting to be too much for him. He took a hand trembling with righteous fury and lifted the mug of bud to his lips. He drained its contents grateful for the break from his rage.

“Which is why I won’t go to anyone. I cannot trust anyone anywhere," She said her emotions breaking through her cold tone, "Every time he holds an auction there are many there to buy like farm animals. I go now and then to survey, to see which are the worst, to look for siblings or spouses that belong together and try to buy them, sometimes there are families...sold separately. I know he will catch on soon."

"So you're against the clock," he nodded.

"You are a perfect example," She pointed out, "He got you and sold you without even knowing anything about you.”

"The biggest mistake of his life," He asserted with a vicious chuckle, "If he knew anything about Marines he'd have put a bullet in my head when he had the chance."

They finished their meals and she got up taking the tray and bottles saying, “I’ll be back in a moment...” She left him alone again and this time he wasn't thinking of escaping her. This time he was contemplating whether he should track down a certain bastard and put a well-deserved bullet in the man's head.

She came back with what looked like a handful of polaroids clutched in her fingers. He raised a questioning eyebrow as Clarissa sat back down and began laying them down like tarot cards. Most were women. A couple were men. All of them badly beaten and battered except one. He peered more closely at it in disbelief. It was so badly beaten and broken he couldn't tell what gender it was. He couldn't tell whether it was human or not. How did someone survive what happened to whoever that was?

“This first one...” She softly said pointing to the brutally beaten bleeding wreck of a person in the picture, ”Was me.”

He looked up eyes wide in shock. Then they narrowed his face a rictus snarl. He got up turning away from her. His fists clenched so tightly the knuckles of his fingers were white. He trembled where he stood with barely contained rage.

“The rest are those who I have bought, healed and released to be free...not pleasant to actually see what he’s done," She continued, "There are many that never make it out, he abuses them so badly he takes their life...all for his own kicks and others like him."

Through gritted teeth he asked, "How many? How large is his network of 'friends'?"

"This isn’t a small group," She supplied, "It is bigger than you or I can imagine.”

He turned back to her, "I'm in. You and me, we're going to take him out, and tear the whole thing down. We'll be operating deep in enemy territory. If we're going to do this. We'll need all the intel you have on him, his movements, his routines, his finances, his friends and contacts. We'll only get one shot at this bastard. So it's gotta be one shot one kill."

She finished her glass of wine and placed it on the table. “I have clothing for you upstairs, and no not a leather harness...” She said with a smirk towards him, "That’s for my eyes only and for later...”

"That's right." He ran his fingers through his damp hair ruefully. "I guess I'll have to maintain a cover in public as your submissive until we're ready to take him down." He didn't mention the fact that there was no need to think of him as her submissive in truth or to act in that fashion in private settings.

“We can dress and then go see her but please...let me ease you into the room, as she has an issue with men," She said as he was looking at the latest picture to be taken."The doctor sedated her to stitch her wounds and set her breaks to cast."

He nodded to her. "Let's go get dressed and see if she can tell us anything...maybe she met Maria at that bastard's castle?"