Jonathan backed off of her for the next few days, allowing her out of her room to explore his apartment, though she rarely went far while he was watching. She was like a scared cat trying to get used to a new home and avoided him like the plague. He wasn?t at all surprised by her reactions as most of his slaves had been terrified of him as well their first days until they realized how much worse off they could be. So, for the most part, Jonathan went about his daily routine; going to work and leaving her to her own devices though he was sure to lock the doors and windows, just incase.

Sam always waited until she was sure he was gone before really exploring the expansive apartment. She went through room after room and discovered that her master had quite an extensive and varied collection of books, though she passed them by, having never been taught to read. She found an office and a luxurious guest bedroom before finding a room she hoped never to encounter with her master present. Various leather bonds hung from hooks on the walls and there was a tabletop with devices she had never encountered before, but could only guess too accurately what their use was.

She swallowed thickly and was about to slam the door shut when she noticed a door on the other end, locked from the outside. She bit her lip and crept towards it, hoping Jonathan wouldn?t be home anytime soon. Carefully she undid the bolt lock and peeked in through the door.

Her heart nearly stopped as she saw three red headed figures in the room, two asleep while the other, a woman, older than herself by a few years was idly picking at her nails. She looked up, her dark strawberry blond hair framing her lightly freckled face. ?Well, well, well! What do we have here?? she asked as she got to her feet, her golden skin almost gleaming.

Yet Sam ignored her completely, eyes still fixated to the young 13 year old boy asleep in the third, big ginger?s embrace. ?T-Toren?? she asked, not daring to believe that it was really him.

The boy blearily opened her eyes, the same green eyes as Sam?s. ?SAMMY!? he cried as he leapt to his feet, jumping out of the sleeping male?s arms who grunted and opened his eyes as well.

?S?going on?? he asked and ran a hand through his mop of burgundy hair as he heaved his muscular body into a sitting position. Sam ignored the other two and just swept her little brother into her arms, holding him tightly.

?God I missed you kiddo,? she whispered and kissed his forehead gently. ?Are you alright??

?I?m fine,? he assured her and nuzzled her neck gently. ?Anessa and Nathan have been taking care of me.?

Sam?s heart stopped as she heard a door open somewhere in the expansive apartment. She swore and quickly set her brother down. ?I?ll be back,? she promised him before shutting the door, trying to block out her brother?s desperate cry.

Her heart thudded almost audibly against her ribcage as she tried her best to slink out of the room, hoping to sneak past her master before he made it this far back into the apartment. ?What the hell do you think you?re doing?? she heard a voice say right behind her shoulder and stopped dead, the little color left in her face draining away.

She turned to face her master, seeing his eyes narrowed dangerously, arms crossed over his chest as he waited for an explanation. Her anger bubbled up again at the sight of his impatience; this bastard had been keeping her brother from her! She was the one who deserved some answers!

?You?ve been keeping him from me,? she hissed, her hands clenching into fists.

For a moment, he looked utterly thrown by the statement. ?Oh! You mean the little ginger whelp?? he laughed. ?Yes, I have been. You would have only distracted him from his training just as he would be a distraction to yours,? he added with a smirk. ?It?s best you just forget you ever saw him here ginger snap.?

She snarled, her shoulders shaking with the effort of keeping herself from attacking him, remembering all too well what had happened last time she did. ?You fucking bastard!? she hissed, her voice dripping venom. ?You kept my brother from me!?

Jonathan glared at her, arms still crossed over his chest as he stepped towards her, making him look about two feet taller than he really was. Sam found herself taking an involuntary step back. He grabbed her hair roughly and yanked her back into the room she had just come out of before latching her wrists to a pair of shackles that hung from the ceiling. She scratched and bit, yelling her protests but all her master had to say was, ?You need to learn when to hold your tongue.?

He let her hang there as he went and unlocked the door that held her brother and the other two gingers. ?Anessa, I want you to teach Samantha here a lesson,? he said and allowed the female ginger out while Sam heard her brother?s cries in the background.

The woman?s grin turned into a predatory smirk as she looked at Sam, dangling from the ceiling. ?Of course sir,? she said, voice light though a hint of malice was hidden under the buttered tone.

Jonathan grabbed Anessa?s chin roughly and said, ?Do not leave any marks or else your own skin will pay.?

Anessa?s hazel eyes hardened for a moment but she relented at last, dipping into a small bow as her master let go of her. ?Of course sir,? she repeated and watched Jonathan leave to complete some task of his own, handing of Sam?s fate over to her completely. Sam wasn?t sure if she felt better with him gone or not; this woman had a sinister look in her attractive eyes.

?So you?re the one that the little brat keeps talking about hmm?? Anessa said lightly as she circled her prey. Sam tugged on her bonds, gritting her teeth to bite back a response. ?And I suppose you think you?re Jonathan?s new favorite, don?t you??

?I don?t give a damn about Jonathan,? she snapped and yanked on the chains, hearing them clank almost musically though they didn?t relent their hold on her.

Anessa laughed, a sound that reminded Sam of breaking glass. ?Oh you do have a tongue don?t you!? she said happily as she clapped her hands together. ?We?ll see if we can improve that.? Anessa grabbed her chin suddenly and squeezed, making her lips pout as she grabbed two little pieces of flexible wood from the nearby table. Without warning the woman cupped her head roughly and forced her tongue into her mouth. Sam squealed indignantly and tried to pull away but the woman bit onto her tongue and dragged it out of her mouth before trapping it between the two pieces of wood so she couldn?t pull it back in her mouth.

Sam squirmed in her bonds, tears welling to her eyes even as she glared defiantly at the woman in front of her. ?Maybe that will civilize your tongue a bit,? Anessa smirked before slapping her ass roughly. Sam could only snarl and jerk, her shackles clinking together. Anessa laughed that same high pitched laugh as she circled her. ?I think I know something that might tame you a bit,? the woman said as she rummaged through the supplies on the table.

Sam watched her, green eyes weary. Anessa grinned wickedly as she turned around, allowing the trapped girl to see the vibrator she was holding in her hand. The woman turned it on and her grin only widened at the menacing buzz it made. She came up to Sam and wrapped her arms around her waist lightly as she layered gentle little kisses and nips over her shoulder and neck. Sam trembled under her touches, feeling that odd warmth form in her stomach and her squirms became less and less until she was hanging almost submissively in her bonds.

It was only then that Anessa pressed the vibrator against her clit on full power.

Sam squealed and jerked, a bit of saliva dripping from the end of her tongue, but Anessa kept the device firmly pressed against her. Sam felt the woman latch onto her neck again and bite harshly, the pain only adding to the pleasure as Anessa licked away the blood from the wound. ?Such a pretty one you are,? the woman smirked before pinching the tender skin between Sam?s legs, hard enough to bruise. ?Yet I know Jonathan will still prefer me over a little piece of meat like you.?

Sam could barely comprehend what Anessa was saying as the pleasure reached its peak, rocketing through her body so powerfully her knees collapsed and left her hanging from the ceiling. She felt her own juices trickle down her leg and heard Anessa scoff. ?I bet you don?t even know how to please him,? she smirked and tilted Sam?s dazed face up. ?Pathetic,? she added and slapped the girl hard, leaving a red hand print splayed across her cheek. Sam whimpered quietly but couldn?t do much else as she hung limply in her bonds, watching as Anessa walked out of the room, strawberry blond hair swaying.

Dimly, Sam heard her brother?s muted cries from the other side of the door as well as the deep voice of the other man, trying to calm him down. The shackles were cutting into her wrists and she was getting desperate enough to hope that Jonathan would come and get her down soon. She slowly closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing as she prepared herself for the long wait.

Sam?s eyes flickered open at the sound of a door creak, and she would have been startled by it had she had the energy to move. She looked up and saw her little brother?s green eyes peeking through the crack and she blushed furiously; he should never have to see her like this. The door creaked open a little further and Toren bolted out of the room, hugging his sister?s legs tightly while the big ginger followed, quickly finding the keys to her shackles lying on the table.

?You alright kid?? the man her brother called Nathan asked and unlatched her bonds, helping to steady her once she had regained her footing.

Sam gave him a gentle smile before reaching down to scoop up her brother into a tight hug. ?I?m fine,? she assured the both of them as Toren buried his head into the crook of her neck. She felt his hot tears against her skin and cooed comfortingly while Nathan put a hand on her shoulder.

?Anessa will have master occupied for awhile,? he said and ushered the two of them back into the room they had emerged from, though he kept the door ajar so it wouldn?t lock them in. Sam looked at the man curiously as she sat Toren down again, though he still clung to her like a burr. Nathan was tall and muscularly built, while his short mop of red hair framed his angular and freckled face. He had scars running across the light skin of his arms a chest and he moved with the grace of a cat as he sat down on one of three mattresses that lay across the floor. Sam couldn?t help but notice that he and Toren were wearing boxers and nothing else. ?The names Nathan,? he said with a white toothed grin. ?And from what Toren tells me your name?s Sam, right?? he asked lightly.

Sam managed to snap herself out of her daze and nodded. ?Yeah, that?s me,? she said quietly and smiled gratefully at her brother as he draped a blanket across her bare shoulders. He was still as small and scrawny as any prepubescent boy, though Sam couldn?t help but notice that he looked much more toned than she remembered.

She smiled at him and grabbed one of his arms. ?What have they been feeding you kiddo?? she asked with a shaky laugh, still trying to get over the shock of seeing him here.

Toren grinned proudly and said, ?Nathan?s been training me! I?m gonna be a fighter, just like him!?

Sam looked between the two of them, utterly confused. ?Fighter?? she asked, her apprehension obvious in her voice.

Nathan laid back on the mattress, cupping his hands behind his head. ?Ya know, two gingers going at it, weapons or not is at their master?s discretion. They place bids and the last ginger standing wins.?

Sam blanched and held her brother protectively. ?I don?t like the sound of that,? she said, her voice descending into a growl.

Nathan just chuckled and said, ?Don?t worry. Toren?s suited for it, and with my training, he?ll be just fine. Besides, they don?t allow weapons until they?re at least 16, so all he risks is a few broken bones at most.?

Sam could have slapped him for how casually he talked about her brother?s bodily health. Yet she was beginning to realize that nothing she could say or do would prevent the inevitable, so she just sighed and sat back as Toren laid his head down on her lap with a yawn. ?I?ll be fine Sammy, you?ll see,? he said and scooted towards her in an obvious gesture of ?scratch my back.?

She grinned and did as requested, running her nails up and down his back as he began to doze. She looked him over and noticed a few small bruises and cuts that littered his skin before casting a glare at Nathan. ?You aren?t hurting him, are you?? she asked, voice hard.

?Me? Naaw,? the man said and shook his head. ?Toren?s a nice kid and he listens. Anessa?s the one who?s gone to work on him a few times.?

Sam?s eyes narrowed further. ?And you didn?t stop her?? she snapped.

Nathan looked at her in surprise before he started laughing. ?Oh, that?s a good one! Me get in the way of that bitch when she?s on a rampage? Hell no!?

Sam rolled her eyes and went back to gently running her fingers through her brother?s red hair. ?Just? keep a look out for him will you?? she requested quietly, guessing that she wouldn?t be able to see her brother as much as she would like, if at all.

Nathan looked at her, brown eyes sympathetic. ?Don?t worry, I?ll watch out for him,? he assured her gently. ?I?ll be sure that Anessa doesn?t sink her claws into him too deeply.?

Sam smiled at him and leaned down to kiss Toren?s forehead. ?Thanks,? she said. She had her brother back, even after she thought she wouldn?t see him again. ?Happy? didn?t even begin to describe the emotion she was feeling.

She was startled from her thoughts too quickly when the door opened. Anessa smirked down at them and Sam could almost feel Nathan tense, his eyes narrowing slightly in warning. ?Master wants to see you,? the woman said, completely ignoring the other ginger before walking into the room and lying down on her bed gracefully.

Sam swallowed but carefully maneuvered herself out from under Toren and hurried out of the room, seeing Nathan?s salute before he went and wrapped his arms around her little brother again. The door swung closed and Sam heard the lock click ominously before she walked out of the room with as much confidence as she could muster.

Jonathan was waiting for her in the living room where he sat back in the leather couch comfortably. Sam pretended not to notice that his pants were still unzipped from whatever he and Anessa must have been doing. ?Come here Sam,? he said and motioned to the seat next to him. She cautiously did as she was told and sat down awkwardly, folding her hands in her lap as she sat up very straight.

He reached up and ran a hand gently through her hair while his other hand trailed up her leg. She bit her lip and repressed a shiver though she couldn?t stop the goosebumps that rose over her skin. ?Anessa has a wonderful mouth, but nothing close to your warmth,? he said quietly. Sam expected some reprimand, some punishment, anything but the gentle touches he was giving her. ?Relax,? he whispered into her ear, ?I?m not going to hurt you. It only hurts the first time, I promise.?

She didn?t want to believe him, but she found her tense muscles slowly loosening as he ran his hands up her arms. ?Why did you want to keep Toren from me?? she asked quietly, needing to know.

Jonathan sighed and pulled her close against his chest. ?I wanted to keep you two apart until you had progressed in your training a bit more,? he said quietly. ?After I knew you wouldn?t be distracted by each others presence, I would have let you two see each other again.?

Sam curled into his warmth, wanting to get in his good graces while she could. ?Will? you let me see him? now that I know he?s here?? she asked quietly and kissed his chest, moving the smooth cloth of his shirt out of the way to reach his skin.

He put his arm around her shoulder and said, ?Perhaps? I can be persuaded.?

Sam nearly quit right then and there, but her want to see a face as familiar as Toren?s drove her on. She gently unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands over his chest, watching him sigh and lean back, a slight smirk on his face. She straddled his waist and felt his hands snake up her back before bringing her close into a gentle kiss.

It was so much different than the last time he had taken her and Sam couldn?t help but realize that she was? enjoying his touches. His breath mingled with hers and she breathed in his scent of expensive, almost spicy smelling cologne mixed with a hint of his sweat. She felt the bulge in his pants harden and grow as it pressed against her thigh and shivered slightly, both from fear and perhaps, a bit of anticipation?

She ground her hips down reflexively, hearing his appreciative moan as he leaned his head back against the couch. Nervously, she pushed his pants away and released his cock, already rock hard and waiting. Slowly she lifted herself up and fell down on top of him, impaling herself on him deeply and realizing instantly what a bad idea it was. She gripped his shoulders as he plunged deeply into her, her own weight working against her to force her down on his thick erection. ?Oh fuck you?re big,? she gasped, her nails digging into his skin lightly.

Jonathan moaned and gripped her hips, his thumbs roving over her stomach, tickling her lightly which only sent pangs of pleasure from the area. ?You?re gonna be fine,? he assured her quietly, his voice deep.

She took a few moments to gather herself and felt his cock twitch inside of her before she finally started moving. She lifted herself up only to fall down on him again with a breathy gasp. Again and again she repeated the action, watching Jonathan moan under her, his grey eyes looking up at her lustfully. Sam began to fall into a pace and gyrated her hips on him as best as she could, forcing herself down even further so her clit rocked against his pelvic bone. Her breath came in shorter and shorter gasps as she continued the motion, giving a short cry as she finally came.

Jonathan felt her already tight muscles clamp down on him like a vice. He gave a deep groan and jerked his hips up into her before he came as well, gaining another gasp from the red head. Sam gave a shuddering moan before she laid weakly against his chest, too tired to even pull herself off of him. He chuckled breathlessly and rubbed her back, waiting to recover himself before lifting her up as carefully as he could. ?You get to sleep in my room tonight,? he said and kissed her forehead, watching her curl up against his chest as he carried her through the apartment. ?And you need to eat more,? he said, frowning at how light she was. Her only reply was a quiet grunt that could almost be considered a laugh.

He laid her down on his king sized bed and pulled the covers over her before slipping in next to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. ?And don?t worry, I?ll let you see your brother again,? he assured her gently and kissed her forehead.

She curled back up against him, telling herself it was more for warmth than anything. She kissed his chest gently and whispered, ?Thank you.? Jonathan smiled down at her, watching her drift off into sleep before following soon after.

Toren paced the length of the training room, stretching out his arms as he did. ?She didn?t even say goodbye to me?? he mumbled quietly, though Nathan?s keen hearing picked it up.

?Kiddo, you were asleep. She wasn?t going to wake you up, and besides, you?ll see her again,? Nathan assured him.

Anessa snorted from the corner and said, ?It?s nearly one in the afternoon! If I didn?t know any better I?d say they?d fucked themselves to death.?

?Shut up Anessa,? the two males in the room chimed, but Nathan had to add, ?Just because master doesn?t want you today, doesn?t mean that he?s not awake.? Anessa glared at him, her long fingers curling into fists though her tongue seemed to abandon her and left her in a surly silence where she sat in the corner. Nathan rolled his eyes before turning towards Toren. ?Alright, ya ready kid?? he asked as he heaved himself up from where he?d been stretching on the ground.

Toren cracked his knuckles and grinned at him. ?Ready!? he chirped before he started to circle the bigger man, ignoring the amused look on Nate?s face. Toren charged in and grabbed the man around his middle, twining a leg behind his to try and trip him.

Nathan reached down and tapped his legs further apart. ?Wide stance,? he instructed. ?Don?t be afraid to get in close. You can?t trip anyone if you?re afraid to get near them.?

Toren growled and moved in closer, trying to use leverage, rather than his own strength to get him down to the floor. He finally succeeded in toppling the older man and relaxed his guard, and was caught completely by surprise when Nathan flipped them over and pinned him to the ground. ?Don?t let your guard down,? Nathan said as he smirked down at the boy who squirmed and writhed under him. As innocently as he could manage, Nathan pressed a knee between the boy?s legs, gaining a yelp of surprise.

Anessa scoffed from the corner and muttered, ?Pedophile,? before walking back into the other room, preferring to be alone rather than see Nathan molest the boy.

Toren watched her go, looking confused. ?What?d she mean by that?? he asked curiously, every year of his sheltered 13 year old experience shining through.

?Not a thing kiddo,? he said with a slight smirk before he leaned in and gave the boy a gentle kiss. Toren made a face, but didn?t protest, having become used to his teacher?s advances for the few weeks he?d been there. Nathan helped him back up to his feet and clapped him on the back before saying, ?C?mon, give it another shot. And don?t let your guard down this time.?
*

Sam woke peacefully, feeling warm and far too comfortable to consider moving. She opened her eyes and managed to bite back a yelp of surprise when she saw Jonathan?s sleeping face right next to her own. Carefully, she steadied her breathing and got as comfortable as she could again as she gazed at her sleeping master.

His black hair was falling over his eyes and a bit of stubble was on his face. As she gazed at him she had never realized how strained his expression was while he was awake until she saw him devoid of it. Tentatively, she reached up a hand and gently stroked the side of his face. His had shot up so quickly, Sam would later think that he had to have been awake. He grabbed her hand sharply and looked at her in confusion for a moment before his expression softened.

?Sorry,? he apologized quietly and let go of her hand which she immediately drew back to her chest and swallowed thickly. He sighed and leaned in to kiss her gently. ?I said I was sorry,? he muttered and Sam was surprised to hear something of a whine in his voice.

She gave a weak grin and said, ?I-I didn?t mean to wake you.?

Jonathan glanced over at the clock on the bedside table and groaned. ?I needed to be woken up anyway,? he said and put an arm over his eyes. Sam couldn?t help but grin at him bemusedly before lying back down and feeling his arm run through her hair. A light knock sounded on the door, causing the both of them to look up.

?What is it?? Jonathan called.

Anessa?s strawberry blond hair appeared through the door and she stood there meekly. ?I was just coming to check up on you sir? I was worried,? she said meekly, though Sam could hear the buttered tone, no matter how well she disguised it.

Jonathan chuckled and ushered for her to come in which she eagerly did, joining the two of them on the warm bed. Jonathan wrapped his arms around the two girls and sighed contentedly, a wide grin spreading across his face. Oh God, he loved being him sometimes. Anessa gently laid her head on his chest and cast a smirk in Sam?s direction, which she pointedly ignored.

Jonathan ran his fingers gently through Anessa?s hair which only seemed to spur the woman on. She gently kissed and nipped at her master?s chest, causing his eyes to shudder closed. Again, she smirked at Sam, as though daring her to try and compete. Sam wasn?t taking the bait, though she did scoot herself towards her master just a little bit and was rewarded when Jonathan tightened his embrace around her shoulder.

Anessa?s lips trailed up to her master?s neck where she sucked and nipped gently and Sam could feel the shiver that ran through her master?s body. Sam bit her lip as she watched her master writhing and found that she wanted to make him make those little pleasured noises. Sam glared at Anessa before she ducked under the covers.

Jonathan groaned as he felt Sam?s lips close over his dick while Anessa?s lips continued to caress his neck. He?d never made Sam do this to him before and had to admit that the girl had a naturally good mouth, just as good if not better than Anessa?s. His hips jerked though he felt her hands hold him down as she continued to suck him, making delicious noises that only heightened his arousal. He grabbed the back of Anessa?s head and brought her into a deep kiss, ravishing her mouth entirely.

The woman straddled his middle, just above where Sam continued to suck and deepened the kiss further, her hands roving over his chest. Jonathan moaned deeply and arched up, his entire body feeling like it was on fire as his arousal consumed him. He broke his kiss with Anessa as he threw his head back with a cry of pleasure as he came fiercely. He hazily felt Sam jerk under the blankets and heard her choke but she managed to gather herself and clean him up.

Sam was blushing furiously as she emerged from under the covers, a bit of cum on her chin. Anessa came up to her and licked it off, biting her lip rather harshly as she pulled away. ?Little slut,? the woman hissed into her ear, quiet enough so only she could hear. Sam glared at her though she felt her already low self esteem take another plunge. Anessa smirked and went to lay down, resting her head on Jonathan?s chest and gave Sam a superior look that made the girl feel like an insignificant bug. It only made things worse when Jonathan wrapped his arms around the woman, pulling her close as he dozed.

Sam felt unwanted tears well to her eyes and looked away quickly before going to lie at the foot of the bed, not wanting to see the two of them together. She heard Jonathan?s even breathing and realized he had fallen asleep again and swore she heard Anessa?s quiet chuckle as she closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

?A question Sam,? Jonathan said one day while he was eating breakfast.

She looked up from where she was kneeling on the floor by his feet. ?Yes sir?? she asked tentatively.

?Where are these bruises coming from?? he asked and ran a hand over her arm where little black bruises peppered the skin, mingling with some of the older ones there.

Sam?s eyes widened from where she was looking at the floor, but no movement betrayed her. ?Just my own clumsiness sir,? she said quietly. Jonathan?s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn?t press her, though he could tell she was hiding something from him.

?I see,? he muttered before setting his empty plate aside. He stood up and went to grab his jacket from the coat hanger. ?I?m off to work,? he told her. ?I shouldn?t be too long.? Sam stood up, allowing Jonathan to claim his kiss from her. ?I?ll be home soon, and tonight, we?re going out.?

Sam looked at him in surprise. ?Out where sir?? she asked quietly.

He just chuckled and gave her another quick kiss. ?You?ll see,? he said and grabbed his hat. ?I?ll see you later,? he called and headed out of the room, the lock clicking behind him.

Sam sighed and went to lie down on the couch, looking forward to a nice nap before going to visit her brother. She wasn?t expecting to feel a hand wrap tightly around her throat. Her eyes flashed open to see the sneering form of Anessa on top of her. ?You little slut!? she hissed and tightened her grip, causing the girl to gag. ?You told him didn?t you??

Sam grabbed her wrists and tried to pry her hands off. ?I-I swear! I d-didn?t say a t-thing!? she managed to choke out. Anessa let go of her throat and slapped her hard, causing Sam?s head to jerk to the side. Sam grit her teeth and put a hand over her cheek, feeling the heat radiating from it.

?You better not say a word, got it?? Anessa hissed, her tone deadly. ?Because I will make your life a living hell if Jonathan finds out where you?re really getting those bruises from.?

Sam nodded her understanding and Anessa just scoffed before grasping the girls breasts harshly, gaining a cry from her victim. ?That?s a good little slut,? Anessa smirked and ran her tongue teasingly over the girl?s nipples, causing her to squirm though she couldn?t push the woman off of her. Without warning Anessa grabbed her wrist and twisted it into an effective, and painful joint lock. ?Get up,? she hissed.

Sam bared her teeth in a snarl but Anessa only twisted harder. Thinking she might break her wrist otherwise, Sam finally relented and got off of the couch. Anessa threw her forward where she landed in a heap on the ground, tears leaking from her eyes. ?I said get up!? the woman snapped and yanked on Sam?s hair. She kicked and scratched but the other woman managed to effectively drag her through the apartment, despite Sam?s best efforts to get away.

Anessa finally managed to drag her into the punishment room where she immediately grabbed a pair of handcuffs and latched her hands behind her back, tossing the keys carelessly on the ground in the dark shadows of the room. When Sam tried to jerk away from her, Anessa just slapped her hard across the face and pointed to a device in the corner of the room. ?Get on it,? she snapped, hazel eyes narrowed dangerously.

Sam looked at the thing and swallowed thickly, guessing accurately what it was for. It was a small dome like device with a large dildo sticking up from the rubber seat. She hesitated and Anessa just slapped her again, causing her already sore face to sting even more. ?NOW!? Hating herself from her inability to fight back, Sam crept over and straddled the device, though she couldn?t bring herself to sit down on it. Anessa just sighed and pushed down on her shoulder, impaling her on the dildo and forcing her clit right against the rubber.

The woman moved quickly and effectively, frog tying Sam?s legs so she couldn?t unfold them to stand up and tied a gag tightly into her mouth. Once finished, Anessa crouched down in front of Sam and stroked her face gently, a malevolent smile on her face. ?So? Jonathan?s at work, and Nathan and Toren are too busy using his gym to be able to hear you,? she informed the bound girl who tried her best to head butt her. Anessa just laughed and reached down for the small remote that lay at the base of the device. She flipped the switch on and turned the knob up all the way, stealing Sam?s breath away as the thing began to vibrate while the dildo rotated inside of her, sending rippling waves of an almost overwhelming pleasure.

Anessa grinned and kissed her forehead. ?Have fun today Sammy,? she said and tapped her cheek one last time before standing up and leaving the room. Through her haze, Sam could hear the door lock behind her.

Sam found herself moving with the machine at first, crying out behind her gag as it brought her to orgasm again and again. God, she had never felt anything like it before, and soon it wiped her mind of any other thought but the pleasure. But after she felt like she could not give anymore, the device continue to rip orgasm after orgasm from her already exhausted and trembling body. Her cries of pleasure began to turn to cries of sheer torment as the device tortured her incessantly.

A puddle of her own juices formed under her and she began to realize the extent of Anessa?s cruelty. She didn?t even realize she had begun to cry until she saw the tears drip onto the black seat. Her body shook and trembling, sweat pouring down her overheated form. Each twist of the dildo inside of her was sheer torture and her clit felt like it was being rubbed raw from the constant stimulation. She saw the remote right in front of her, yet no matter how she twisted herself, she couldn?t reach it. She began to sob outright, crying out behind her gag for someone, anyone to help her. Yet no one heard her cries through the expansive apartment, except for maybe Anessa who was enjoying listening to the girl?s hysteric cries from the other side of the door.

Sam finally gave up her fight, her body literally unable to process anymore as she fell into a kind of stupor, her eyes half lidded though tears still fell from them. It felt like an eternity, and she didn?t even hear the door click open. Jonathan raced over to her and immediately turned the device off, pulling the nearly unconscious girl off of it. He cut the ropes around her legs and untied the gag from her mouth, feeling a pang of fear when he didn?t get any reaction from her. He looked around for the keys to her handcuffs, but didn?t see them lying forgotten in the corner of the room. He gave up, deciding the most important thing was to get some water into the dehydrated girl and find out who did this.

He took her into his arms and brought her out into the main room and laid her down on the couch. ?Sam, can you hear me?? he asked and lifted the girls eyelids to get a look at her dilated eyes. When he still got no reaction, he hurried into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of cold water which he tipped up against her chapped lips, pinching her nose closed and forcing her to drink. He sighed in relief when a shiver ran through her body and her eyes seemed to focus a little bit. ?You?ll be alright,? he told her and stroked her damp hair away from her forehead. She just looked at him blankly, so tired she could only hear every other word he said.

?Everyone, get in here NOW!? he barked, his deep voice carrying easily throughout the apartment. Three pairs of feet scurried into the room, and his three remaining gingers were standing in front of him in no time. ?Who did this?? he demanded, pointing to Sam who had already slipped unconscious on the couch.

He watched the three?s reaction carefully, finding nothing but fear on Toren?s face, while Nathan and Anessa both looked shocked. He had to admit; whoever did it was hiding their guilt very effectively. He could already rule out that Toren hadn?t done it, but the other two he still couldn?t be sure. ?You three, in the punishment room now,? he snapped, voice deadly serious. ?You will wait for me there and I /will/ find out who did this.?

Anessa, Nathan and Toren all hurried to obey while Jonathan turned to look at Sam with a sigh. He gently picked the girl up and brought her into his room, lying her down on his bed with a large glass of water on the table for when she awoke. He stroked her red hair gently before standing up and heading to where the other three were waiting.

Jonathan stormed into the room where his three gingers stood, waiting for him. ?I want to know,? he began, voice raised, ?whose idea it was to leave Sam tied on a sybian for the best part of oh? two hours??

He wasn?t surprised when no one spoke up. He looked between the three gingers, seeing all their eyes cast towards the floor and snorted. ?Toren go sit in the corner,? he told the boy, knowing there was no way he had done this. He obediently did as he was told, though he kept his eyes on Nathan, biting his lip nervously. His teacher had been with him all day! There was no way Nathan could have done it without him seeing.

?Do you two have anything to say for yourselves before I lock you both in solitary for a few days?? Jonathan asked, eyes hard.

Nathan blanched at the prospect but Anessa jumped in first. ?Sir, I was asleep until I heard you come home!?

Jonathan eyed her warily before turning to Nathan. ?Sir, Toren and I were training almost all day,? he insisted and Toren nodded eagerly from his place in the corner.

He looked between the three gingers, all staring aptly at him before his eyes went to Toren. He knew the boy was innocent, but that wouldn?t stop him from using him against the other two. On the surface, both of his older gingers had seemed to accept the boy with open arms when he had first come here. Jonathan had no way of knowing that Anessa only used Toren for her own entertainment, not giving a care about his wellbeing.

?Toren come here,? he snapped and the boy let out something between a hiccup and a squeak before he stepped forward, eyeing his master nervously. Jonathan grabbed him roughly and started to tease his small cock, holding the back of the boy?s neck to keep him still. Toren gasped and grabbed his hand tightly, trying to break his grip in every way he knew how, but Jonthan?s hand was like an iron vice.

?Sir you can?t honestly think-? Nathan began.

?Quiet!? Jonathan snapped, cutting him off in mid sentence. Toren was trembling outright as the big man bent him over the table in the corner, latching his hands to the far legs so he couldn?t pull away. He slipped a ring over the boys cock and felt him jerk against his bonds while he coldly just tied a gag into his mouth. The boy would probably hate him after this, but fortunately Toren wasn?t his direct responsibility; he?d given that duty to his two eldest gingers.

Jonathan grabbed one of the smaller toys from his collection and coated it in lube before slowly pressing it into the boy, hearing his muffled cry behind his gag. He began to tug desperately against his bonds, trying to escape the device that felt like a steel bar inside of him. He?d never had anything like this done to him before, and had never realized it would hurt this badly. He began to cry quietly as he rest his head against the table, his body trembling horribly.

Jonathan made sure the toy was in as far as it could go before he turned on the vibrations, gaining a muffled scream from Toren that even made Jonathan feel regret over what he was doing to him. He turned back to his other slaves, gauging each of their reactions. Anessa still had her face downcast, arms folded meekly in front of her while Nathan was staring openly, lips drawn into a thin line and face pale.

?It was one of you two,? Jonathan hissed. ?The boy will stay like this until I get a confession.?

Nathan couldn?t believe what he was seeing. Jonathan had no idea that Anessa didn?t give a shit about Toren. He glanced over at the woman and saw that behind her shield of hair, a small smirk was playing across her lips. She wasn?t about to say a word? she was going to let the boy take the fall for her. Toren was sobbing into his gag, and that only tore at him more. The boy was suffering because he was too much a coward to stand up to his master. Give him the toughest ginger on the planet and he could take him down without a second though, but put him against Jonathan and he was scared as a kitten; he?d been that well trained by the man.

Jonathan reached down and turned the vibrations up all the way, ripping another scream from Toren?s throat. Nathan swallowed and realized there was only one thing left for him to do, despite the fact that it scared him shitless.

?I did it!? Nathan said, struggling to keep his voice steady. ?I-I thought it might be a good prank... I didn?t mean any harm by it sir??

Jonathan looked at his oldest slave in disgust and Nathan felt his heart drop into his stomach. He quickly unlatched Toren?s wrists and pulled the toy from him before taking the ring off. Toren cried out as he was finally allowed to cum before his trembling legs collapsed and he sat against the floor, crying quietly. ?Anessa, get him out of here,? he said, eyes glaring darkly at Nathan who stood tall, though his face was white as a ghost.

Anessa hurried and pulled the boy into her arms, acting every part like the comforting mother. She carried him into their adjoining room, hearing the door close before tossing him onto his bed where he curled up into a small ball as though trying to be forgotten. His cries finally died down and he could only listen through the door at Nathan?s shrieks of pain.

On the other side of the room, Anessa laid back in her bed, a satisfied smirk on her face. This had gone better than she could have hoped! She had been expecting to get some punishment for this, yet the big idiot had taken the blame for her entirely! Sam would be too afraid of her wrath to tell Jonathan who had really done it, and Nathan and his little runt didn?t have the balls to tattle on her. She gave a quiet chuckle, the satisfaction of a job well done turning into warm fuzzies in her stomach.

?You hurt my sister?? Toren?s quiet voice said from his bed as he looked at her, green eyes rimmed with red from his tears. ?And now master is hurting Nathan because of you.?

Anessa looked over at him and smirked. ?What are you talking about? Nathan confessed. I?m completely innocent,? she said with a smug grin.

?You bitch!? Toren cried and made to jump to his feet, but he just fell back to his knees, his sore muscles making it hard for him to stand. Anessa just burst out laughing and Toren could only drag himself back to his bed, collapsing onto his stomach to give his sore backside a rest. He dug his nails into his pillow out of sheer anger that only turned into tears at his helplessness. His exhausted body fell asleep listening to Anessa?s quiet chuckle and Nathans muffled cries of pain.
*

?I expected better from you Nathan,? Jonathan snapped and brought the wide, flexible leather paddle down on his back again, leaving another red streak to compliment the others. Nathan barely managed to bite back his cry, feeling as though his entire back was on fire. Each impact felt like it was taking another chunk of skin from him, yet he knew that the thing was designed to never leave scars. He was almost glad for the shackles that chained him to the ceiling, knowing he wouldn?t be able to support his own weight otherwise.

?I?ve had you since we were both fifteen! I thought I had trained you better than that!? Jonathan said as he continued to rhythmically beat his back and chest, causing tears of pain to run down the muscular ginger?s face. He tossed the paddle aside before picking up a glass of salt water and tossing it onto the man?s back, knowing that the simplest methods could easily cause the most pain.

Nathan shrieked in agony as the salt burned his raw skin. ?Sonuva bitch!? he cried and laid his head against his arm, eyes clenched shut as he struggled to bite back another outburst. He expected another bout of attacks and dared to open his eyes when they didn?t come. Jonathan was standing in front of him, arms crossed over his chest, though instead of anger on his face there was a distinct disappointment and that more than anything made Nathan look away.

?What happened Nate?? Jonathan asked quietly. ?How could you hurt someone so intimately like that after living in that kennel for fifteen years??

Nathan blanched and nearly told him the truth right then and there, but his voice seemed to be stolen from him as he was taken back to that awful place. He had been a kennel ginger, born and raised in the worst of conditions, never know who his father was, and only knowing his mother by the number branded on her shoulder. When Jonathan had bought him at the age of fifteen, he had been beaten and raped more times than he could remember, reducing him to little more than an animal.

Jonathan had picked him for his strength and ferocity, only realizing later on that there was a person underneath the ruthless exterior. Jonathan hadn?t trained him to fight; he already had that skill from berth. Jonathan had trained him to be a human.

Nathan hung limply in his bonds, the words hurting worse than any physical pain. ?I?m sorry Jon,? he whispered.

Jonathan ran a hand through his hair with a sigh before unlocking his bonds, allowing the big ginger to fall to the ground. ?I should sell you,? he muttered under his breath. ?Instead I?m putting you in solitary for two days. After that you will go to Sam and beg her forgiveness, understand??

?Yes sir,? he said, bowing his head low enough to touch the ground.
?Go,? he said simply. Nathan immediately got to his feet and hurried to the small, closet like room near the back of the apartment. He was sure it must have been a broom closet at one point in time, but Jonathan had found a better use for it by soundproofing the room entirely and putting a lock on the door. Nathan made sure to close the door behind him, hearing the lock click and plunge him into complete darkness. He swallowed thickly and sat back against the wall, trying to relax as best as he could, using his stinging injuries to distract himself from the overwhelming silence, and the suffocating feeling of being completely alone.

Jonathan sighed and rubbed his aching forehead, feeling as though he had aged a decade in the past two hours. He heavily made his way back to his room to where Sam was still unconscious. He held a hand in front of her mouth and found she was breathing normally and gave a relieved sigh. He looked at her handcuffed hands and kissed her forehead gently before going back into the punishment room to find the keys.

Sam woke, feeling as though she had been hit by a truck. She groaned and rolled over, finding nothing but soft sheets and even softer pillows caressing her aching body. She glanced towards the bed side table and found a large glass of water, just waiting for her, beads of condensation sliding down the side. She snatched it up instantly and drank deeply, feeling herself come back to life a little bit as the cold water hit her stomach.

She set the glass aside and attempted to sit up, but her muscles protested the movement so she just laid back down with a groan and closed her eyes again. A door opened and she peeked an eye open to see Jonathan emerging from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and water still beaded on his skin. He must have thought she was still asleep because he didn?t say anything as he toweled his hair, causing the black tangle to stick up in all different directions.

Sam watched him silently, feeling her mouth go dry at sight of him. He must have felt her gaze boring into his back because he turned and a smile spread across his face, exposing white teeth. ?You?re awake,? he said as though glad to admit the fact. He came over and sat down at her side, running gentle fingers through her hair. ?I was getting worried.?

?I?m sorry,? Sam replied quietly and nuzzled into his hand ever so slightly, not wanting to admit how much she was enjoying his touches.

?Don?t apologize,? he told her and kissed her forehead. ?If it?s anyone?s fault, it?s mine,? he told her with a sigh. ?I didn?t know things between you and Nathan were so rocky, but be assured that I won?t allow him to touch you again.?

Sam?s eyes widened and she looked at him confused, but understanding slowly seeped in; Anessa had passed the blame onto him somehow. She swallowed and could only nod, not wanting to bring the other woman?s wrath onto her again. She didn?t want a repeat of nearly being fucked to death. Besides, she preferred to get her revenge herself.

Jonathan sighed and continued to stroke her hair. ?Sam, I?m going to need to check to be sure there wasn?t any damage, alright?? he told her and kissed her nose. She whined quietly as he slowly pulled the covers off of her, raising goosebumps across her skin instantly. He pushed her legs apart before positioning himself between them and spreading her labia. She moaned quietly and gripped the sheets tightly, pulling them over her chest as his fingers gently touches and probed the sore and sensitive area.

Jonathan chuckled quietly as her juices seemed to flow of his fingers from even the simplest touches. ?Fortunately it doesn?t look like anything is torn,? he told her as he examined the area. ?You?ll be sore, but it doesn?t look like we need to get you medical attention.? Sam shivered as he pulled his fingers away, and found herself wanting his touches to return. ?My, my, you are eager aren?t you?? he asked, a bemused grin on his face.

Sam just glared lightly, not appreciating being teased when she was still so tired though her annoyance melted away as his cool fingers returned to the area. She shivered and scooted to push herself down on them, hearing his chuckle. She felt him spread her legs again and moaned when she felt his hot breath right next to her honey pot. ?I think I know what will make you feel better,? he told her, tickling her thighs with his breath.

His tongue flashed out and he gently massaged the area with it. He dove his tongue in deep and was rewarded by Sam?s breathy moan as her hands went down to grip his wet hair. He licked and sucked at her clit soothingly and he could tell she was still oversensitive from her ordeal because it didn?t take long for her moans to turn into a sharp gasp as she came under his skilled tongue. He pulled away and closed her legs before pulling the covers back over her again. ?Feel better?? he asked and stroked her face gently.

She gave a dreamy smile and just nodded, a tired laugh escaping her lips. Jonathan chuckled quietly and kissed her forehead again. He reached for the bedside drawer and opened it to pull out a bottle of painkillers, popping out two of them for her. ?Don?t fall asleep yet,? he said, noticing that she was already slipping back asleep. He held out the pills and the glass of water for her. ?Take these,? he ordered gently and smiled as she obeyed before lying back down on the bed again.

He ran a hand over the sheets the covered her pale form and asked, ?Is there anything else I can do for you Sam??

Her green eyes flickered open for a moment to look at him as her hand stopped his hand on her stomach. ?Stay with me?? she asked meekly, not wanting to be alone.

He looked surprised for only a moment before he grinned and crawled under the covers with her, wrapping his arms around her waist. ?I?ll be right here,? he whispered. She smiled and closed her eyes again and Jonathan couldn?t help but notice that she fell asleep with that same smile still on her lips.

Nathan hugged his shoulders tightly as he buried his head against his knees. This was always the worst part; the anticipation of when he would be released and the fear of that moment never coming. Hunger gnawed at his stomach and his tongue felt like sandpaper in his mouth from dehydration and despite the fact that he had been stuck in complete darkness, he didn?t find it easy to sleep and his eyes itched from fatigue. With a quiet groan he laid back against the wall, not daring to put his arms out and feel the walls on every side of him.

He heard a quiet click and thought he had just imagined it at first, but a second later, light flooded the small room as the door opened. ?God damnit!? he howled and covered his eyes as they strained to re-adjust.

?Stop whining you pussy,? came Anessa?s voice and Nathan squinted up at her, blearily seeing her smirk.

?You fucking bitch,? Nathan hissed as he unsteadily got to his feet, clutching the wall for support.

Anessa just sneered at him before walking off, swinging the keys around her fingers as she did. Nathan grit his teeth as he glared at her retreating back, imagining just breaking her neck to be done with it. Unfortunately it was just a wishful dream as he started to carefully step down the hallway, one hand on the wall for support. It always shocked him how much two days in solitary could weaken him.

He finally made it to the punishment room and crossed it to get to his own when he was attacked by what appeared to be a speeding red streak of hair. He let out an ?oof!? as Toren practically tackled him in a fierce hug. Nathan chuckled and grinned down at the boy, ruffling his hair affectionately. ?You alright there kiddo?? he asked quietly.

?M alright,? Toren mumbled and nuzzled him gently. ?Are you??

Nathan shifted his sore back and muscles and muttered, ?I?ll live.? It was only then that he realized Toren was crying. ?Hey! Kiddo, don?t cry,? he said as he knelt down in front of the other and cupped his face gently. ?I?m only kidding, I?ll be fine.?

Toren wrapped his arms around him again, burying his head into the crook of his neck. ?I?m sorry,? he whispered quietly.

Nathan cupped his face again and gave him a stern look. ?Toren, listen to me and listen carefully,? he said, voice low. ?This is not your fault. If you want to blame someone? blame me,? he muttered.

Toren looked at him in surprise. ?Why would I blame you?? he asked, perplexed.

Nathan sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking distinctly uncomfortable. ?There?s? a reason why Anessa hates everyone in this house except for Jonathan,? he said quietly.

Toren only looked more confused. ?What reason??

Nathan sighed and ushered Toren into their room before he sat down on his bed with a groan. Toren followed him and sat next to him, still looking at him and waiting for a story. Nathan ran a hand over his hair and said, ?I don?t know where she came from but judging from the condition she was in when Jon brought her home, it wasn?t the best of places. Bruises and cuts all over? She didn?t speak to anyone, and I?m sure I didn?t help that.?

He paused and gave Toren a grateful smile as the boy handed him one of their water bottles. He took a long drink before he continued. ?When Anessa first came here, I was only 18? still half insane from growing up in the kennels.? Toren shivered slightly, remembering Nathan?s descriptions of his birth place all too vividly. ?When Jonathan put her in the same room as me? old instincts took over,? he muttered quietly. ?Her first night here I r-,? he paused and swallowed thickly, loathe to admit every word he was saying. ?I raped her? when Anessa first came here.?

Toren?s eyes widened and he looked away from the big ginger. ?Oh,? was all he could find to say.

Nathan gave a weak laugh and said, ?So I can guess it?s easy to understand why she hates me. I know she still hasn?t forgiven me for it? Jonathan punished me badly for that one too and I guess Anessa saw him as some sort of savior after that,? he said with a shrug.

Toren nodded his understanding and leaned up against Nate lightly, deep in thought. The big ginger sighed and put an arm around his shoulder before kissing the top of his head. ?Please say you don?t hate me?? Nathan asked quietly and Toren was amused to hear the obvious pleading in his voice.

The boy grinned and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist. ?I don?t hate you,? he assured him.

Nathan gave a small smile and titled his face up to kiss him one more time. ?Thank you.? After a quiet moment he asked, ?You aren?t still feeing sore down there are you??

Toren blushed and looked away. ?A little bit,? he mumbled. ?How can anyone think that feels good?? he asked quietly.

Nathan chuckled and ruffled his hair. ?It can feel good,? he assured him. ?You just have to be with the right person.?

?Kay,? the boy replied and curled up a little bit closer to him with a yawn.

?You know, that sounds like a good idea,? he said and laid down on his bed, bringing the boy with him. ?Let?s have a nap and then go get something to eat.?

Toren grinned and curled up in his arms, happy for the familiar warmth of his teacher. ?Sounds good,? he said quietly, his eyes already drooping.

Nathan sighed contentedly and scratched Toren?s back until he was asleep before following.
*

Sam sighed from where she was lying on Jonathan?s bed, boredly watching tv and wishing that he was back from work already. He had ordered her to stay in his room and rest, but she was starting to get antsy being locked in here. She finally just flipped off the television and picked up the book he had been reading the night before from the bedside table.

She?d never been taught to read and put the book aside again as a futile task. She groaned and turned over to glare at the wall for a little while before she finally got fed up with it and got out of bed. She snatched Jonathan?s bathrobe from where he had hung it and pulled it on before going about searching his room. She rummaged through his underwear drawer, finding a pair of pink heart boxers much to her amusement before she moved on the bedside table.

She opened the drawer and peeked inside, only the blush furiously and slam it closed again. Was he expecting her to put that /inside/ of her?! The damn thing was as thick as her wrist! She slowly opened the drawer up again and looked at the toy before pulling it out.

The door clicked open and for one very awkward moment, Jonathan just stared at her from over his sunglasses. ?Well hello there,? he said, a smirk spreading across his face. Sam blushed horribly and hid the toy back in the drawer as quickly as she could. ?Was someone having fun without me today?? Jonathan asked as he tossed his sunglasses and jacket to the side before going to join her on the bed.

?I-wha- I didn?t /use/ the thing,? she squeaked indignantly.

Jonathan just chuckled and laid her back on the bed, straddling her waist as he did. ?Uh huh, sure,? he said knowingly as he reached for the drawer. He pulled out the toy again as well as a bottle of lube. ?I think we need to get you better acquainted with this,? he said with a smirk. ?After all, I did get this one just for you.?

Sam shivered as she felt his fingers go down to coat her already slick entrance with lube, spreading it inside of her with his fingers. She felt as though she should be fighting him, but dear God it felt so good. All too quickly she felt the lubed up head of the toy pressed against her. Her eyes widened and he cooed comfortingly. ?If it hurts too much, I?ll stop,? he told her gently, knowing that she might still be healing.

?You?re fucking craz-AH!? Her sentence was cut off as he slowly began to press the toy into her, making her feel every inch as it entered her. He pushed the last inch into her sharply, gaining a yelp from her. He just smirked at her glare as she lay there panting. ?Jerk.?

He just kissed her stomach before flipping on the vibrations, gaining a shuddering moan from his prey. He tied a rope between her legs and around her waist to keep the toy firmly in place. She moaned deeply and laid against the bed panting, her hips jerking slightly.

?W-why?? was all she managed to choke out.

Jonathan kissed her forehead and stroked her hair back. ?Because I want you nice and ready for tonight,? he told her.

?W-what?s tonight?? she asked before groaning, her back arching as she gripped the sheets.

?The fighting season starts tonight,? he said with a wide grin. ?And Nathan and Toren are in the first fights of their divisions.? Sam gaped at him and he just kissed her gently. ?It?s going to be one very eventful night.?

Jonathan chuckled as he watched Sam pull her coat around herself and wrapped his arm around her shoulder to help keep out the chill. He was sure that the vibrator he?d fitted her with was driving her insane by now, but she was holding herself well. He could hear Nathan and Toren talking quietly as they walked behind them and Anessa was unusually quiet. The glowing stadium stood in the distance, and he felt a rush of excitement. Ginger fights were his favorite sport by far, and he was glad to have two contenders this year.

He knew that Nathan could hold himself just fine in the rings, though the fact that he?d been drained by solitary for a few days worried him a bit. He hoped that a good meal and some rest had helped the big ginger, but he still wanted to be sure. ?Nate,? he called the big ginger forward as they entered the noisy stadium.

?Yessir??

?Are you sure you?re good for tonight?? he asked, voice low and serious.

Nathan flashed a white toothed grin and said, ?Always good sir.?

Jonathan chuckled and clapped him on the shoulder. ?Good man. And how is your little prodigy over there doing?? he asked. Tonight would be the first time he?d see Toren fight, and wondered what his trainer thought of the boy?s progress. He?d seen too many young ones killed during their first fight, and didn?t want that happening to Sam?s brother.

?He?ll be fine sir, I guarantee it,? Nathan said and ruffled Toren?s hair playfully. Toren glared at Jonathan lightly and pulled himself a big closer to Nathan and Jon sighed. Obviously the boy still wasn?t a big fan of him.

?Mr. Nellis!? Jonathan looked over at the summon and saw a young ginger approach and bow. ?Sir, your box is waiting for you, just as you requested. Shall I take you there??

?Not necessary,? he replied. ?We can find our own way.?

?Sir, can we please hurry?? Sam asked, rather breathlessly, her legs already weak. Jonathan smirked and tugged her jacket apart before putting a hand between her legs to test her. She gave a breathy gasp and gripped his shoulder as he pinched her clit, running his fingers teasingly over her slick entrance.

?Oh you?re not near ready enough,? he teased. ?I think we need to take a lap around the stadium before you can sit.? He looked at Nathan and Toren and said, ?Go up to the box. We?ll meet you there, and I want you two to stretch and rest, got it??

?Yessir!? Nathan said before leading Toren away from them.

?Sir, please,? Sam gasped, her face as red as her hair as she practically dug her nails into his coat to keep herself still standing.

Jonathan took off of her jacket and put a few dollars in her hand. ?Go get me a gin and tonic, and then we?ll go up to the box,? he told her. He didn?t tell her that he could order food and drinks from his private box. He pulled Anessa close, hearing her giggle as they watched Sam painstakingly make her way to the bar. He had to admit it; Sam made it too easy for him to bully her sometimes, and God knew he loved to watch her struggle.

It took her about twice as long as it would have taken anyone else, but she finally made it back to him, the wetness between her legs now visible under the hem of her coat and skirt. She handed him the glass and rested her damp brow against his shoulder as she panted for breath, body trembling. He grinned and took a sip of it before handing the glass to Anessa for her to carry and picked Sam up, cradling her in his arms. ?Very nice job,? he praised and kissed her gently.

She either didn?t hear him through her haze or was too tired to reply as he carried her to the elevator, going up to the second floor and walking down the hall and having Anessa open the door to his box. Luxurious leather seats sat in front of the glass window that overlooked the stadium floor. Other members of the elite stood around, chatting amiably to each other about the strong contenders for this season.

Jonathan grinned and laid Sam down in one of the chairs and took out the toy he?d forced on her, but not before taking her coat off and revealing the rather scant outfit he?d made her and Anessa both wear, that really exposed more than it covered. But he had to admit, the black strips of cloth that wrapped around them looked wonderful, compared to the absolute nothing most of the other gingers he saw were wearing. So he was considered a bit more reserved of a ginger owner, what of it? He still had last years fighting champion to his credit.

Nathan and Toren were both stretching and talking in low voices, just as he had ordered and he grinned approvingly. ?Jonathan Nellis!? a booming voice called and Jonathan noticed Sam jump out of the corner of his eyes.

Jonathan laughed and turned to greet the man. ?Richard Ashby,? he laughed and took the offered hand, always glad to see his old friend and rival, clapping the big man on the shoulder. ?What?s the starting bet this year? 150 grand that your ginger might finally beat mine?? he asked.

?Oh come now Jon, I won?t settle for at least 200. I?ve been training a new one. He?s young, but he?s one of the fiercest things I?ve ever seen,? Richard chuckled. ?But speaking of new gingers, I?ve heard through the grapevine that you?ve gotten two!?

Jonathan grinned and stepped aside, motioning for Toren, who obediently stood up and came to his side. Sam took a little longer, having to steady her still shaking legs before she went to stand bashfully next to them.

?God, they look like they could be siblings,? he said as he looked the two of them over. ?And this is your new fighter I?ve heard about is it?? he asked and examined Toren, circling him carefully and sizing him up.

?That?s because they are siblings,? Jonathan chuckled. ?And yes, I?ve enrolled Toren in the minor division. He?ll be competing in his first fight tonight.?

?Siblings you say!? Richard said, a rather wicked grin coming over his pudgy features. He didn?t seem to hear a word of whatever else Jonathan had said. ?Have you ever had them perform together??

Sam shivered at his tone, guessing all too well what he meant by that and looked at her master, alarmed. Jonathan?s well mannered smile stayed on his face, but his grey eyes hardened slightly. ?No, I never have,? he said simply.

Richard scowled and asked, ?Well why the hell not? It would be quite interesting with these two, I?m sure,? he added, his eyes travelling over Sam?s barely covered curves. She had to resist the urge to cover herself, and just barely managed. ?Come on girl, why don?t you teach your brother what it?s like,? he smirked.

Jonathan?s laugh was rather strained. ?Now Richard, I can?t be tiring out my newest fighter right before his first match,? he insisted.

Richard sighed but relented. ?Maybe some other time then,? he said with a wave of his hand. ?But if you?ll excuse me Jon, I need to go check on my fighter. I?m having to keep him bound when he?s not in training or in the ring. I fear he?s a bit unstable.?

?I?ll find you later to collect my debt after my ginger pounds him into the dust!? Jonathan called after his retreating back and Richard just waved a hand over his shoulder.

Sam swallowed thickly, all to glad to be rid of the man. ?Sir, he wouldn?t really want to see me and Toren? would he?? she asked quietly.

Jonathan sighed, his smile fading from his face. ?The man likes incest,? he said simply, and just left it at that.

?But? you wouldn?t make us?? her voice trailed off. Jonathan gave an indecisive shrug and Sam?s eyes widened. She shivered in disgust and immediately went back to her chair, wanting desperately to pull her jacket back on.

Anessa smirked from where she was kneeling by the chair and reached a hand up and under Sam?s scant black skirt to gently stroke her thigh. ?Mmmm what an interesting sight that would be,? she purred and pinched the other girls clit, ?seeing you fuck that little runt of yours.? Sam hissed in warning and Anessa pulled her hand away, laughing, while Sam wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling her knees close.

Jonathan looked at his wristwatch and snapped his fingers at Nate and Toren. ?Take him downstairs to the lockers,? he ordered Nate. ?He goes first, and be sure one of the slaves gets him back up here /safely/.?

Nathan bowed low. ?Yessir,? he said before grabbing Toren?s hand. ?Let?s go kiddo.?

Sam heard the exchange and jumped up from her chair, going to catch her brother in a tight hug. ?Good luck kiddo. I?ll be rooting for you,? she said quietly and kissed his forehead.

Toren grinned and returned the embrace. ?I?ll be fine!? he assured her, his excitement showing in his face. Nathan chuckled and winked at Sam before taking Toren?s hand again and leading him out of the room. Sam sighed and sent a silent prayer to whatever God might be listening that he would be alright.

She felt a form behind her a winced as Anessa wrapped her arms around her. ?You know, scrawny little gingers like your brother usually don?t live past their first fight,? she whispered into her ear.

Sam reached down and pinched the sensitive skin on Anessa?s thigh hard, hearing her bite back a yelp of pain as she pulled away. Sam smirked and went back to her chair, finding Jonathan already sitting in it. He patted his lap and she obediently sat down, just grinning at Anessa?s glare as she knelt on the floor by them.

Jonathan smirked and put his hand down between her legs, slipping it through one of the slits in her skirt to finger her slick pussy, still sopping in the aftermath of her earlier ordeal. ?You are insatiable,? he whispered and bit her neck lightly, hearing her quiet hiss.

She leaned back into his touch for a moment, before her eyes shot open, seeing Toren step out onto the large stadium floor, along with a few others that all took their stations at various rings drawn in the sawdust. Even through the thick glass, the cheers from the crowd could be heard, causing Sam?s heart to skip a beat. Jonathan noticed her tense and only doubled his efforts, his thumb going to press up against her clit, though rather than arousing her, it only seemed to make her more anxious.

Jonathan sighed irritably, but Sam could have cared less as she leaned forward to get a better look at the ring as a loud whistle blew, signaling the beginning of the fight. Jonathan yanked her back into his lap and growled into her ear, ?Stop it.? She returned the comment with a growl of her own, and when she felt his hand go down between her legs again she nearly lost it right there. Yet when he reached for the toy he?d used on her earlier, she pulled herself out of his grip entirely, going to sit on the floor as she watched Toren go against the other boy.

?Sam,? he said, a hint of his anger and surprise showing in his voice. She ignored him, watching as her brother stumbled from a well delivered ridge hand that looked as though it had hit him in the temple. ?Sam!? he snapped, his voice rising. After being ignored again, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her roughly back towards him. She let out a cry of pain before turning to slap him, hard.

Her blue eyes met his grey ones for one moment before he had her lying on her stomach and pinned. He summoned one of the slaves and ordered rope. The slave girl ran off and he leaned down to hiss in her ear, ?You will regret this.? Sam was far too angry to care, but let out a small cry of pain as she felt the rough rope encircle her wrists. He yanked her to her feet by the ropes around her wrists, causing tears of pain to well to her eyes, though she bit back the swears she was wanting to yell at him.

He seemed to sense her motive because he took some of the rope and tied it into her mouth tightly, making her feel like she was wearing a bit. He handed her leash over to the slave boy that had brought him the rope and said, ?Mount her in the men?s room.?

The boy bowed before he half dragged, half prodded Sam out of the box and down the hallway, ignoring her squeals of protest. She saw Jonathan?s hard glare before the door closed, a loud cheer rising from the crowd.

Her struggling form was half carried down the hallway, people parting to allow them through before he pushed her into the men?s bathroom. Her eyes widened in shock and she stopped dead for a moment to register what she was seeing. Two other gingers were mounted on what looked like wooden stockades that separated the men?s urinals like barriers, cum dripping from their red and sore looking entrances. Sam squealed her protest and renewed her struggle but the slave boy effectively cut her bonds before positioning her head and wrists in the proper holes and locking the top of the empty stockade in place, trapping her between the two pieces of wood.

She tugged against the stocks, feeling her wrists scrape against the hard wood and whimpering. The slave boy locked her ankles to the legs of the stock before leaving her, the rope gag still tied into her mouth. She glanced over at the other two gingers, her breath coming in panicked gasps and saw the glazed, almost dead look in their eyes.

He heart jumped painfully as she heard the door open. ?Hey, they got a new one!? he heard a voice say and jerked against the stocks desperately, though she knew she was locked in tight. She couldn?t turn her head far enough around to see what was going on, and could only look at the clean tile wall in front of her.

She felt hands on her hips and squealed her protest and heard a laugh before the man entered her, pounding into her brutally fast. Tears welled to her eyes and her voice seemed to die in her throat as the man began to thrust into her. All she could hear was his grunts of exertion that seemed to go on forever before he came, shooting his hot seed into her.

Sam whimpered, her legs trembling as she felt another presence take the first?s place. Her eyes widened in horror as she felt him position his cock against her back door and tried to word her protest from behind the gag. Her attempts were futile as she felt the length press into her, gaining a cry of pain from her as she felt like she was being torn apart. He finished with her more quickly than the first did, yet he pulled out, shooting his cum across her back.

The night seemed to go on for an eternity, and Sam began to learn to love those who decided to take one of the other girls, or left in a hurry to get back to the fights. Yet there were those that seemed to come to the ginger fights just to be able to get at a few gingers for free. They were always the worst, having competitions to see if they could shoot their cum over the barrier to try and get it on her face. A few times they succeeded.

She lost count of how many had taken her, and her sobs soon ran out, leaving her with the same glazed look the others held. In the times when no one used the bathroom, she could hear the wet sound of cum dripping out of her and the other gingers before hitting the tile floor and didn?t want to imagine what her backside looked like, though she could feel her muscles twitching and throbbing. She began to love the fact that the men couldn?t see her face.

All of the sudden, she heard a rush of feet overhead, and hazily registered that it was the end of the fights. She wasn?t expecting a storm of people to come into the bathroom, talking loudly about the different fights. She only managed to catch snippets, though her concern for her brother had died at some point during the night, leaving her feeling like nothing more than an animal.

She knew it was inevitable, but the voices eventually had their attention drawn to the three treats left for them. Sam cried weakly as she was forced to cum over and over again, not even able to register when one person finished and another started. She was lost in the haze of pain and pleasure, feeling her exhaustion slowly take hold, darkening the edges of her vision until it consumed her entirely. She slipped unconscious and didn?t wake when Jonathan came to unlock her from the stocks.

He sighed in disappointment before handing her limp form over to the servant boy. ?Wash her off and bring her back to me. I?ll take her from there.?

Jonathan stroked the unconscious ginger?s hair as he watched Sam rest. He hadn?t wanted to do it, he really didn?t, but when she had embarrassed him like that in front of his peers, he couldn?t let it slide without some display of punishment from him.

But perhaps he had pushed her too hard? Maybe she hadn?t been ready for such a stressful environment. He should have worked harder on her training before the fight, somehow prepared her better to have avoided an outburst like that.

The door to the room creaked open. ?Master?? came Anessa?s tentative voice.

?Come in pet,? he said quietly as he stroked Sam?s hair out of her face. He felt Anessa?s weight at his back before she wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a gentle embrace. ?How is Toren doing?? he asked quietly.

?He?s sleeping as well,? the strawberry blond informed him. ?I?m surprised he managed to keep going after he got hit that hard in the temple,? she mused. ?Nathan says he has a concussion, but he should be alright.?

Jonathan smiled and said, ?I?m proud of him. He managed to win his first fight, even against a more experienced opponent. And Nathan,? he whistled. ?He pounded Richard Ashby?s ginger into the dust,? he said with no little hint of vindictive glory. ?Speaking of, I?ve invited him over tonight.?

Anessa looked at him, surprised. ?Why, sir??

?Well, one: he owes me money and two: I almost feel bad having Nathan completely incapacitate his best fighter for the rest of the season,? he said with a light chuckle. ?I suppose I should be glad that Sam and Toren and both too banged up, or else Richard would probably want them to perform for him.? He made a rather sour face.

Jonathan looked down at Sam before leaning down to brush a kiss onto her forehead. He stood up carefully so as not to disturb her and left her to rest, but not before pushing another pain killer into her mouth, just incase she did wake. He ushered Anessa out of the room before locking it, just to be safe.

?Anessa, call Dmitri and tell him I need a bottle of 1999 Don Perignon,? he told the ginger, who looked put out, but obediently did as she was told. ?Oh, and a box of his finest cigars. I?ll pay whatever he asks,? he called.

He walked through the punishment room to Nathan and Toren?s, quietly opening up the door and stepping inside. He smiled when he saw Nathan holding Toren in his lap, gently stroking the boy?s wavy red hair as Toren continued to sleep.

?You shouldn?t coddle him like that,? Jonathan admonished lightly, his amusement showing in his voice.

?I like coddling him,? Nate said and kissed Toren?s forehead, watching the boy stir and curl into his warmth. Jonathan sighed, noting the bruise that decorated the side of the boy?s head, creeping out from under his hair.

?Has he woken up at all yet?? he asked quietly.

?He did a few hours ago and I made take a few of those pills before he fell back asleep again,? Nathan said. ?It?s nothing to worry about, I don?t think. He?s not nauseous, so I think it?s just a minor concussion. Besides, he?s a tough kid,? he chuckled.

Jonathan smiled, but it faded as he said, ?Richard Ashby is coming over. He?s bringing two of his females over with him.? Nathan looked at him sharply, but didn?t say anything. ?He?s paying me quite a hefty sum to have you mate with them. He thinks that maybe your seed with provide him with a good fighter.?

Nathan glared at him, but knew he was in no place to argue. ?Fine,? he spat.

Jonathan patted him on the shoulder and said, ?I?ll have them ready for you, and I don?t have to tell you not to injure them, correct??

Nathan bristled, wondering how long it would take him to build up Jon?s trust again after he?d taken the fall for Anessa. ?I won?t hurt them,? he assured him gruffly.

Jonathan opened his mouth to say something, but the ring of the doorbell interrupted him. He sighed and got to his feet. ?I?ll have them mounted in the play room,? he informed Nathan before going out to greet his friend.

The big ginger sighed, pushing his hair out of his eyes and hearing the door in the other room open, following by muffled cries and clanking of chains. Nathan winced and gently laid Toren down in his bed, pulling the covers over him and tucking him in. He walked out of the room and saw Ashby?s two ginger girls bent on their hands and knees and chained to the floor.

They both gave fearful cries behind their gags as they tugged against the chains that held them and Nathan sighed. Poor things. He came in front of them and knelt, carefully undoing the gags and putting a finger to his lips. ?If you don?t want them to come back in, I suggest you be quiet,? he said gently, trying to sooth them at least a little bit. They did as suggested, but one kept hiccupping, tears leaking from her dark eyes.

He looked the two of them over, seeing that the first one was younger than even Sam, fifteen at most, and her hiccupping cries were heartbreaking. She had short red hair looking almost purple in the dull light. The second was an older woman, maybe 23, give or take with wavy strawberry blond hair that was much lighter than Anessa?s. Pity, if she had been a few shades lighter, she could have passed as a blond. They both were well proportioned with wide hips, perfect for child bearing and a sign of fertility, and had a sinewy muscular build that breeders strived for in females.

Nathan felt an old instinct try to take over, but fought it back, resisting the urge to just fuck these two into the ground. Instead he reached up and stroked the tears from the younger one?s eyes. ?Shh, I?m not going to hurt you,? he said as he looked from one face to the other, trying to offer a bit of comfort. He?d seen too many rapes of these types growing up in the kennels and didn?t want to contribute to the pain these two must have already suffered.

He went to the older ginger first and kissed her gently. ?Do you have a name?? he asked quietly as he stroked her face.

She shook her head sadly and said, ?Just a number.?

Nathan sighed and kissed her again, more deeply this time. Her voice stirred something inside of him and he closed his eyes, fighting the urge to just attack and claim her as his own. He pulled away and looked at her for a moment before saying, ?I?m going to give you a name, alright?? She looked at him surprised, but a small smile spread across her face as she nodded. He returned the smile and said, ?Your name is Cassandra now, alright? And I don?t want to hear about you letting anyone call you anything else.?

The ginger giggled and Nathan smiled, kissing her again and feeling her eagerly return it. He went over to the younger girl and brushed her bangs off of her forehead. ?My name?s Jillian,? she said automatically and Nathan chuckled.

?And a good name for someone as beautiful as you,? he said and gently, grinning at the blush that spread across her face. He stroked her cheek gently before looking at the two of them. ?My name?s Nathan,? he said with a grin. ?Now you two know what I?m here to do, don?t you?? They both looked down and nodded and Nathan smiled sadly. ?I don?t know who?s taken you before, but I promise I won?t hurt you. And you never know, it might even feel good,? he said and kissed Jillian deeply, feeling the young girl tremble before going behind her, stroking her body gently.

He ran his hands gently over her back before reaching around to grasp and knead her breasts, hearing her breathy gasp of surprise. He shivered, eyes darkening as he bit back a lustful growl, still fighting with himself the entire time. He wasn?t going to hurt these girls.

Slowly, he mounted her from behind, gently biting into her shoulder as he began his thrusts. She was so young, not a virgin, but still so tight! He had to fight back with all his might not to pound this poor girl into the floor, just barely managing to keep his thrusts steady. He heard her moan and couldn?t help but reply to it as he reached his hand around her to finger and tease her clit.

Her gasps became more ragged as the muscles around Nathan began to tighten even more, until she screamed as she reached her peak, clamping down on Nate like a vice. He groaned and shot his load deep inside of her, imbedding himself as far as he could. She gave one last breathy gasp before Nate pulled out, letting her rest as she sank to the floor. He sucked at the slight indents his teeth left on her shoulder and felt her shiver. He gave a rather breathless smile and kissed the top of her head, hearing her quiet laugh before he moved onto the other ginger.

She was fidgeting in her bonds, chains clinking musically and Nathan couldn?t help but chuckle. ?You?re a bit eager, aren?t you Cassandra?? he asked and pushed her wavy hair behind her ear.

She blushed brightly and turned away, a coy smile on her face. Nathan looked at her before looking around on the tables to see if the keys might have been left. He grinned broadly when he spotted the little ring of keys and unlocked her wrists and ankles. ?I?m going to have to lock you back up when I?m done or else we?ll both get in trouble,? he told her with a chaste kiss. ?But you?re just too pretty for me to take from behind,? he whispered, hearing her surprised laugh.

Nathan grinned and rubbed her sore wrists for a moment before pulling her into a deep kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist. He smiled as he pulled away, looking at her honey colored eyes. That?s exactly what she was, all honey, from her strawberry blond hair to her creamy skin. ?How did one like you become a breeder?? he asked quietly. ?You?re far too beautiful for that.?

She nuzzled up against him and said, ?That?s exactly why I became a breeder. Master Ashby wanted someone like me to bear a fighter for him.?

Nathan smiled, glad that she was one of the ones chosen to bear his child. The thought of it made him proud, despite that fact that he would never be able to meet the kid. He gently laid the woman back onto the ground, his body trembling. She pushed one of her knees between his legs, gently rubbing up against his sac. He growled suddenly and pinned her hands down, hearing her squeak of surprise.

He saw the beginnings of fear in her eyes and closed his own, battling with himself until he got control again. He leaned down to kiss her gently, releasing her hands as he did. ?Sorry,? he apologized quietly before he trailed a few gentle kisses down her chest. He latched onto one of her breasts and whatever she was about to say was lost as he sucked and teased her hardened nipple, gaining a gasp of pleasure from her.

He grinned and sucked hard, pulling away and allowing her breast to plop back into place. She moaned and arched up into him, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. He returned it eagerly, his free hand reaching down in between her legs and finding her pussy sopping wet. He chuckled as he broke the kiss and asked, ?Are you ready for me Cassandra??

She moaned and wrapped her legs around his back. ?Please Nathan,? she bit out, her chest heaving.

He grinned and positioned his cock. ?As you wish,? he said quietly before pushing into her wet folds. He groaned and caught her lips in a rather desperate kiss as he began to thrust into her. She gasped and wrapped her legs around him even tighter, urging him on faster which he immediately complied.

?You?re- holding back,? she gasped, able to tell he was restraining himself by his jerky, uneven thrusts. She looked at him, those honey eyes heavily lidded and purred, ?Don?t.?

Nathan moaned deeply and hefted her legs up over his shoulder before he began to drive her into the floor, hearing her cries that only seemed to fuel him on. She asked for it, and it didn?t take long for her to come with how hard he was pounding his pelvic bone onto her clit, but he wasn?t done yet. He pulled out before pushing her onto her side, lifting her leg up over his shoulder again before reentering her, thrusting in as deep as he could go.

It was only when she came again that he followed, embedding himself deep as he released his load. She cried out hoarsely before lying down limply against the ground, panting for breath. Nathan came down from his high and gently wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his lap. ??M not going to be able to walk tomorrow,? she said with a breathy laugh and Nathan chuckled.

?I?m sorry,? he apologized, kissing her golden shoulder and watching her skin practically glow.

She wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled into his chest. ?Don?t be,? she said with a yawn, her strawberry blond locks draping across her face. He smiled and pushed her hair away, leaning down to kiss her again. He didn?t want to lock her back up, and from Jonathan and Richard?s laughter on the other side of the door, they still had time before they were interrupted. He held her close, eyes already shuddering closed though a contented smiled was spread on his face.
*

Anessa?s eyes shuddered closed, feeling Jonathan?s hand slip down her shoulder to massage her breast. It was afternoons like this that she adored. Sam and Toren were both resting and Nathan was busy, leaving her with time to spend with Jonathan. Too bad that Richard was still here, or else she would have him all to herself.

But even as she sat by his side, listening vaguely to the two chat and laugh, she was content, and feeling Jonathan?s hand on her only seemed to make it better.

?She?s quite well trained, isn?t she?? Richard asked conversationally as he took a sip of his wine. ?Unlike that fiery one? she made quiet a show last night.?

Jonathan scowled and said, ?Sam is still new. I still have yet to break her in, but Anessa I?ve had for quite a few years. She was just like Sam when I got her; wild, untamed and no respect for authority,? he said lightly. ?But she was a fun one to tame, and now she?s such a loyal pet, aren?t you Anessa??

Anessa smiled coyly and nuzzled up against his leg. ?Yes Master,? she purred.

Richard chuckled deeply and said, ?Come here and let me get a good look at you.? Anessa looked up at her master and Jonathan nodded, urging her to her feet with a gentle nudge. She stood up, blushing slightly at the smirk on Richard?s face as he looked at her. ?I honestly don?t know why you bother with names Jon. It?s easier just to call gingers by their original numbers. Makes them realize that they?re lesser then us.?

Jonathan just shrugged, watching as Richard pulled Anessa onto his lap, one hand delving between her legs. ?Numbers get confusing. And besides, gingers deserve a name just like any pet,? he said simply. Anessa bit back a moan as she felt Richard?s coarse finger press into her and leaned back against the man, trying to ignore the reek of cigars and cologne that came from him.

Richard grinned and pulled his finger away, licking it clean. ?Would you mind if I played with her for awhile?? he asked lightly.

Jonathan chuckled and said, ?By all means. Nathan and your breeders are using the main room, but I have a storage room with some things you could use.?

Anessa pouted as she looked at her master, not wanting this coarse man to have his way with her. Yet her silent plea was ignored as Jonathan got up and lead them to the storage room he kept some of their older or less used toys in. Richard chuckled and picked up a leather paddle he found hanging from a hook on the wall.