The Island of Anguilla

Preface

This is the third part of the continuing saga of Brooke and Brad. After their stay at Pine Lake and their honeymoon in Maui they embark on a new life with their new friends. I recommend reading the first two sagas. Couples Camp and Honeymoon in Hawaii

A word of warning, most of my stories contain elements of: cuckolding, chastity, BDSM, and sharing. Some contain elements of consensual non consent and extreme situations that some might find disturbing. Everything I describe is pure fantasy. I hope you enjoy.

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Chapter 3

Brad spent the last few days working on identifying all the issues with the resorts profitability and spent his nights trying to please Mia. Each night Mia came to his room and tested him. Brad learned how to draw water for her bath at exactly the right temperature, how to kneel and present her towel for her as she got out of the tub, averting his eyes from her naked body. After all seeing her naked was a reward that would have to be earned.

Each night he would take the clothes she had worn and hand wash them in the sink before hanging them to air dry. He would clean her shoes, making sure there wasn’t a speck of sand left on the souls, and each night she would reward his learning with a little touch and a kind word of praise. One night she even allowed him to watch as she masturbated and eventually came on the glass coffee table. Brad was egger and thankful when she instructed him to lick the table clean.

Everything Mia did pushed Brad deeper into submission to her. He felt needed and wanted and was more eager to please her every day. The worst part of the whole thing was he was more frustrated than ever. His cage prevented him from getting erect and yet the desire for release increased by the hour. There wasn’t a minute of the day or night he wasn’t thinking about getting out of his cage. It made it hard to focus on work, yet in a weird way, Mia helped him focus his energy on her rather than his helpless cock. When he was focused on pleasing her, he was happy and felt a sense of purpose, and yet she always had a way of reminding him right before she left, how much he was missing by not being free.

Brad answered the knock on his door one morning as he was getting ready for the day, and to his surprise it was Michelle.

“Brad, we need to talk.” Michelle said with a slight hint of panic in her voice, as she pushed herself into his room.

“What is it?” Brad anxiously asked.

“It’s Brooke. We don’t know where she is.”

“What?” Brad asked, alarmed at her revelation.

“We have been watching Brooke all week, but last night we lost track of her. She never came to the dance club and when Ron went to check on her this morning, all her things are gone and her room is empty.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Brad snapped, terror-stricken at the thought.

“I don’t know where she went, and I’m worried she’s in danger. Logan and Max are on their way as we speak, so it’s under control. If anyone can find her it’s those two.” Michelle continued, trying to console him, but doing a terrible job.

Brad was in shock and plopped down on the couch, trying to make sense of the situation they had gotten themselves in.

“You need to play it cool and keep acting as if nothing is different. Remember you’re here alone. Your wife is at home waiting for you supposedly right.” Michelle reminded him.

Brad sat silently his thoughts now jolted back from his submissive fantasy with Mia to the reality of his life. His wife and the love of his life Brooke was missing. The last time he saw her she was bouncing up and down on another man, but he knew she was still his wife, and they would once again be together. The sexually charged games they had been playing were fun, but now the reality of the dangerous jobs they had accepted was sinking in. Was the excitement worth the danger? It didn’t seem like it no.

“Are you ok?” Michelle gently probed.

“I don’t know.” Brad said, gasping for air.

Brad was pale and obviously worried as he tried to process the situation, only to be startled by another knock on the door. Before he could get up and answer it, Michelle opened the door and let Ron in.

“Hey man, you ok?” He asked as he patted Brad on the back with one hand.

Brad was trying to get an image in his mind of where Brooke could be. Had she taken off with the man Brad had seen her with? Was she just off partying somewhere else on the island, and took off for a few days? Was she in danger, or just off having a good time and perfectly fine?

“Someone disabled the camera we had in her room and cleaned the place out. I don’t know what happened to her after she left Cyrus last night.”

“Cyrus?” Brad asked.

“Yeah, Cyrus is the guy she has been hanging out with all week. He’s well known around here for being a playboy. Always hanging out at the club and wining and dining the good looking women who catch his eye. He’s from a rich Arabian oil family, he spends his time bouncing around all over the world, but he seems to like it best here on Anguilla.”

“Well where is he?” Brad snapped, imagining her running off with him.

“He’s still here at the resort. I saw him this morning having breakfast with one of the bartenders.”

Michelle and Ron spent the next half hour calming Brad down and convincing him to wait it out. Logan and Max would be there shortly and start poking around for clues. In the meantime Brad was to continue his normal routine and keep calm. As much as he wanted to run out and look for Brooke, he didn’t even have the first idea where to look. He kept telling himself she was fine and just off relaxing in the sun, taking a break from the undercover sexual games she had been playing.

After they got Brad calmed down, Ron and Michelle left him to finish getting dressed and go about his regular duties for the day.

Brad decided to get some breakfast and think about his own issues rather than rush into the office and get started on the business of the resort right away. He was sitting there alone eating his breakfast and thinking of Brooke. He couldn’t decide if he was scared for her or happy for her, but he knew for sure he was not happy for himself. He was feeling lost and alone, thinking back to when the two of them lay in bed together back in their one bedroom apartment. It seemed like a previous life, before the lake, before Maui, and before they arrived on Anguilla.

“Hey there,”

“Oh hi mist, Mia.” Brad caught himself.

He had gotten used to calling her Mistress in private, but in public like this he was to call her by her first name, Mia.

“What’s wrong? You seem troubled.” She inquired.

“Um, Yeah, my wife, um she… she wasn’t home this morning when I called her. I’m just a little concerned something is wrong. I haven’t talked to her in a few days.” Brad stammered trying to cover his tracks.

“Oh I’m sure she’s fine. She’s probably just off having fun with some friends or something.” Mia cheerfully assured him.

“I just hope she doesn’t lose her key.” Mia whispered, as she leaned in and gave Brad a quick pat under the table on his cage.

Mia snapped Brad’s thoughts directly into the confines of his cage alongside his masculinity. The heat of her breath on his ear and the soft sound of her voice quickly stirred the emotions in his groin. The pat only added to the excitement, and distracted him from his worries.

“I took the day off, so why don’t you take the day too, and come to the beach with me?” Mia suggested.

Brad thought about it for a minute and figured, why not? There was no way he was going to get anything done in the office today. He was way too distracted and after all, maybe he would see Brooke on the beach. Most likely she had just taken some time for herself and just wanted to take a break from the resort. It seemed logical to him so he said…

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”

Brad didn’t even finish his breakfast. Instead he got up and went to his room like Mia instructed getting dressed for the beach instead of the office.

At first Brad was looking all around, trying to see if he could spot Brooke. Every time he saw another woman in the distance he thought it might be her until she got close enough for him to tell it was another false alarm. Mia didn’t seem to notice his attention was split between her and the constant sightings, but Brad felt guilty not giving her his full attention.

He finally let go of his thoughts and focused on Mia as she had him rub suntan lotion into her dark skin. He did his best to remember the instructions in her manual for how to apply lotion. He knew not to over saturate her skin, yet to make sure to rub in a good amount of moisturizer to keep her skin safe. The pressure he applied was just to her liking, he knew from the many massages he had given her, and her constant pointers on how to do it. Nothing was left to chance with Mia. She knew exactly how she wanted to be touched and Brad had learned very well all her little preferences.

Brad worked his way down from her shoulders and back to her firm bottom making sure to get every inch perfectly covered. He gently slipped his hand under the straps from her bikini assuring there was no spot left uncovered. After making sure she was settled in and comfortable he applied lotion to himself and lay down on a blanket beside her.

It was late afternoon when Mia told Brad to go back to his room and get ready for the evening. She wanted to take him out somewhere special tonight, and wanted him in his best form.

Brad took a shower, getting all the sand off his skin and the sweat and lotion mixture out of his pours. He knew Mia liked a clean smooth shave, so he shaved again making sure there was no stubble on his face. Brad could hear Mia’s words in his mind as he got ready. He remembered everything in her instruction book and made sure he didn’t forget anything. He made sure his private area was well groomed, his teeth where well brushed and his breath was minty fresh. The soap he used was the soap she had told him to get from the gift shop, so he smelled of coconuts just as she had instructed.

Mia came to his room just like she said she would. It was weird, Brad was a little nervous about the evening with Mia for some reason. It wasn’t as if this was his first date with her, but this was different. Mia was treating it different. It was the first time they were going out together as a couple and he wasn’t meeting her in a clandestine way. Even though he had spent the day out in public with her there was still a part of him that was worried someone might see them together and Brooke would find out he was “cheating” on her.

The fear of being found out by Brooke brought his mind back to her only temporarily. The sight of Mia in her outfit for the night jolted him back to reality. She was wearing tall leather boots and a tight leather mini skirt, her top was nothing more than a bra with lacey trim.

“Are you ready?” She asked, as she walked in.

Brad tried to pick his jaw up off the floor, as Mia spoke.

“Tonight’s a special party. It’s a little different but I think you’re ready. When we get to the party you will have to wear this.” Mia said as she held up a black leather collar.

“It’s a rule that I must have you on a leash at all times, unless told otherwise.” She explained, holding up a silver chain with a black leather handle.

“You shouldn’t talk unless told to, and never touch anyone unless instructed to. Understand?” Brad was nodding his head as her words soaked in.

A few minutes later and they were stepping through the door of one of the private villas on the resort.

“All pets must be restrained ma’am.” The doorman said as he held the door open.

Mia placed the leather collar around Brad’s neck adjusting it snugly and clipping the leash in place.

“One more thing my pet, you must naked and kneel on your hands and knees at all times, unless I tell you otherwise.” She said as she started to unbutton his shirt.

Mia helped undress him and had him fold his clothes and place them in a basket on the floor behind him, then she gave his leash a tug and pulled him down towards the floor.

Brad knew exactly what she wanted; she had taught him how to follow her around on his hands and knees just never with a leash and collar before. Mia gave him a gently tug once again indicating he should follow along beside her as she made her way past the interior door of the foyer.

“Mistress Ivy, It’s good to see you.” A female voice called out as they entered the room together.

Brad wanted to look up to see where the voice came from but he knew he was to keep his eyes averted. His heart was beating quickly and he could feel his face warming from the embarrassment of some stranger seeing him in this position.

“Is this your new pet?” A deep voice questioned.

“Yes it is, this is Brad. Brad here has been quite the student. He is learning very quickly.” Mia proudly exclaimed as she gave Brad a pat on the head.

Brad was filled with mixed emotions. He was unbelievable embarrassed to be treated like a dog lead around on a leash and patted on the head, but at the same time, the pride in Mia’s voice made him feel honored to be her pet. Brad wasn’t able to search his feeling too much before he was being yanked along again, forced to hurriedly crawl to keep up with Mia’s clicking boots against the tile floor.

Brad quietly knelt beside Mia as she took a seat at a table surrounded by chairs. He snuck a peak and could see four other chairs each with a pair of boots and a pet dutifully kneeling beside them just as he was. Brad wanted to see what his surroundings looked like and who the other people where but he was trying to be careful not to appear to be looking around. He didn’t want Mia to get angry at him for not following her rules and keeping his gaze on the floor at all times.

As Brad snuck a peak around he realized there were only three other pets, each looked to be a woman, two of them had large breast dangling freely, the third he could not tell but from the look of her heals and painted nails, she too must have been a woman. Brad knelt there listening to the small talk at the four women and one man made small talk. They completely ignored the kneeling companions they had brought with them as they sounded like they began a game of poker.

Mia reached down and pet Brad on the back of the head as if he was her pet dog. She cupped her hand and pulled his head closer to her lap pushing his cheek into her lap and against her bare skin. Brad could feel the pressure in his dangling cage increase as he felt the warmth of her skin against his. He had worn the cage for so long, he would almost forget about it, but at times like this it was painfully hard to forget. The conflicting emotions once again rushed through him. The joy he felt from her attention mixed with the embarrassment and frustration of his confinement causing him even greater arousal.

“How about we make it interesting?” He heard the male voice chuckle.

“What do you have in mind? ” One of the other female voices questioned.

“Well instead of money tonight, what do you say we bet something a little more difficult to come by?” The male voice announced.

“What do you say you all bet, a well behaved pet against a feature spot in the next auction?”

“That doesn’t seem quite fair.” One of the women responds.

“Well, what if I double your commission on the next sale as well?” He ups the ante.

“After all, there’s four of you against little old me.” He laughs.

“Yeah, little old you, whens the last time you lost a game of poker?” Mia snapped.

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun.” Another one of the woman said, trying to convince the non-believers.

Brad wasn’t even thinking about what this all meant for him as Mia agreed along with the other three women, and the chips where evenly distributed amongst the five. He just knelt there enjoying the occasional stroke from Mia’s hand through his hair as he rest his cheek on her bare thigh.

It wasn’t long and one of the other woman had what she thought was a good enough hand to go all in. Unfortunately for her it wasn’t and he won.

“Dam it Cyrus, you fucken suckered me in.” She barked as she angrily slammed her hand down on the table.

“Oh come on now, it’s just a game.” He laughed, as Brad could hear him scooping up the chips.

Brad could hear the mistress instructing her pet to go to him as she accepted her loss and stormed out of the room. But that name Cyrus… he knew that name. Oh my god that’s the man Brooke had been with. Brad started to pull his head up to look and see him, lifting his cheek off of Mia.

“Hey, keep your face down.” She snapped as she harshly tugged on his leash.

“Oh a curious one is he?” Cyrus bellowed.

Brad pushed his cheek back against Mia thankful she responded with a reassuring pet rather than a slap to his exposed cheek. Brad could hear Cyrus as he took possession of his new pet, yanking on her chain and directing her to kneel under the table in front of him.

From Brad’s position directly across the table from Cyrus, he could see the man as he unzipped his black pants and pulled his semi erect penis out. The pet at his feet took the queue and pushed her mouth towards it to start sucking.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t be so greedy you little slut.” He barked as Cyrus grabbed her face in his massive hands and held her away from him.

“Tongue only.” Was all he said, as he released her from his powerful grip.

Brad watched as the well trained toy started lapping at his manhood. She took her time slowly bathing it in her saliva as if to make love to him with her tongue. She continued her caring task as they remaining players continued on, her Mistress now gone from her.

It wasn’t long and Cyrus had once again won the last of one of the other woman’s chips. As her pet crawled into place sharing the task of licking his now erect penis, he laughed.

“Two down and two to go,”

Mia won the next hand, and it was at this point when it hit Brad. What happened if Mia lost? What the hell was this guy going to do with him? Brad started to panic. He wasn’t gay, and wasn’t about to lick his cock.

Sure enough Cyrus won again, depleting the chips completely from the third woman and causing her to lose her pet to him. Tugging at the leash of his third win of the night he led her under the table as well.

“Pleasure my pet, while she pleasures me.” He barked.

The third woman crawled behind the two licking him and started lapping at them from behind. She must have been doing a good job because both the pets pushed their asses back and spread their knees wider giving her better access to them both.

“You’re really not supposed to be watching, but I know you’re enjoying the show.” Mia softly whispered as she bent her head down towards her lap.

Brad was enjoying the show actually. The two tinny asses bobbing up and down as they tried to attract the attention of the third woman was sexy as fuck. Both wanted attention from her tongue as they did their best to please their new master with theirs.

Mia and Cyrus went back and forth, each winning chips from the other, neither of them seeming to string two wins together, and neither of them getting a good enough hand they felt comfortable going all in. After over an hour of their back and forth, Cyrus proposed they call it a draw.

“So what do we do now?” Mia asked him.

“Well I think the only fair thing is you stay with your pet and we all have fun together. ”

Mia agreed with him and gave Brad’s leash a firm tug to pull him off her thigh and back to face towards the ground. Brad heard the three dangling leashes from across the table as they presumable were scooped up and given a tug of their own.

“Enough pets now come with me.” Cyrus announced.

Brad crawled along beside his mistress now fearing what she was about to get him into, but envisioning the chance to get closer to her and perhaps even earn a spot on her delicious pussy with his tongue.

Brad could see the shadows of the three pets crawling in front of him, led by Cyrus as he struggled to keep up with the pace of him and Mia. They were all led to the next room. Brad knew better than to look up and see what the room looked like but he could tell the floor was covered with oriental rugs, the kind from the Middle East, they reminded him of what you might see in a harem.

“You two, over there and give me a good show.” Cyrus commanded as he unclipped two of the pets and directed them to a large pillow on the floor.

Mia tugged on Brad’s leash indicating he should stop and wait.

“Kneel hear and watch, Mia harshly instructed as she gave Brad’s chain another swift yank.

Brad looked up for the first time that evening to see the man that had been spending so much time with his wife and the last one to have seen her before her disappearance. Cyrus had pulled his pants off and was now sitting naked on a chair in front of brad only a few feet away. This was the same man that was in the club a few nights earlier. The one Brooke was bouncing up and down on like an out of control addict that just couldn’t get enough.

“Here, this will help.” Mia whispered in Brad’s ear as she put her hand out.

It was another one of those pink pills she had given him before. The one with a heart stamped in the center. He took the pill from her hand and tossed it in his mouth, swallowing it and anxiously awaiting its calming affects.

Cyrus sat there holding one of his new pets leash tightly in his fist as she knelt next to him, her head down awaiting his command.

The show with the two women began with the one that had been eating the other two, once again lapping away at her companion. Much like before the blonde receiving pleasure pushed herself up into the flicking wet tongue only this time she was on her back and arching up into it. The brunette skillfully pleasuring her was once again facing away from Brad her ass wiggling in the air as she tried to bring the blonde to orgasm.

“I see you already have this one locked up.” Cyrus roared, looking at Brad with his cock prison shimmering in the candle light.

“Oh that’s not mine, He had that on already.” Mia proudly announced.

“Oh really, isn’t that interesting? How are you going to get any pleasure out of that tonight then? Cyrus asked.

“Well you know how much of a sadist I am.” Mia chuckled.

Cyrus didn’t say a word; he just smiled and gave a knowing nod as if to direct Mia’s attention to a rack of whips and paddles.

“Stay.” Mia commanded as she let go of Brad’s chain and walked over to the rack.

Brad wanted to watch the two performers but he couldn’t take his eyes off Mia as she walked towards the rack of implement. The sexual excitement was building. His arousal was through the roof with the slurping going on in front of him and the vision of his mistress in her sexy outfit pushing him to heights he had never been before.

Brad noticed a big smile come over Cyrus’s face as Mia returned with her selection.

“Get up here pet; show your new master what you’ve learned.”

Cyrus pulled his kneeling toy to her feet only to pull her back down onto his lap, her legs spread wide. In one swift plunge she was all the way down his shaft taking every centimeter of him into her eager pussy. Without any need for further instruction, she started bouncing up and down on his stiff cock quickly coating it with her juices.

“It’s a shame you can’t do that.” Mia sadly purred as she tapped Brad’s steel cage with her wooden cane.

“I bet you would love to please me though, wouldn’t you?” She continued circling Brad’s nipples with the tip of her weapon.

“Yes I would.” Brad deliriously gasped.

“Ouch.” He screamed as the fire from his nipple lit his whole chest on fire.

“How do you address me?” Mia snapped.

“Mistress.” Brad whimpered.

“That’s right, now let’s try again.” Mia smiled as she circled his other nipple with the cane.

“Would you like to please me?”

“Yes Mistress.” Brad quickly responded.

“Well what if I told you your pain pleases me? Would you still want to please me?” Mia asked with an evil grin.

Brad was afraid to answer her. Should he say yes and encourage her to hurt him, or say no and most likely disappoint and anger her? The fire in his nipple was starting to dissipate and the moans starting to fill the room were also distracting him, delaying his response and testing Mia’s patience.

“Oooh” Brad screamed again as the tip of Mia’s cane angrily struck his other nipple.

Brad knew better than to move his hands off his thighs but he couldn’t help bringing them up to his own rescue, trying desperately to rub the pain from his burning tit.

“You wanna see what you do to me when you suffer for me?” Mia purred as she lifted her skirt and showed him her glistening pussy.

“The more you take for me the wetter I get for you Pet.” Mia confided in him as she spread her lips apart and gave him a rare look inside her delicious prize.

Brad was struck with the beauty of her as she revealed herself to him. The thought he could do that to her made him proud of himself. He was encouraged to try his best to maintain his composure and not disappoint her. Brad returned his hands to his thighs, where he knew they were supposed to stay when not directed otherwise.

“That’s a good boy. You make me so happy when you do what I like.” Mia declared as she ran the tip of her cane down the center of his chest and slowly past his navel.

Brad was starting to recover from the fire on his chest as he watched the beautiful young woman in front of him continue to coat her new master’s cock.

“Will you sign my contract and wear my collar?” Cyrus asked his bouncing slut.

“Yes master. I will do whatever you want of me.”

“Think about it Pet, are you sure you want to wear my collar, are you sure you are willing to sign a contract with me?”

“Yes master I want to, I want to be your pet and do as you command”

“That’s excellent, I’m so happy you have decided to join me. You may cum now” He commanded as he pulled her down tight into his lap.

Brad watched as her chest heaved forward and back as her body quivered with delight.

“Oh my god, yes, fuck yes, oh yes, ” she screamed as her body shook uncontrollably her pussy pulsing around his throbbing shaft.

“Now it’s your turn” Mia softly instructed, as she purposefully lifted the cane into position and quickly snapped it down against his left nipple again.

“MMMPPPHH” Brad held in the scream this time, doing his best to please his mistress.

“Good boy.” Mia cooed as she lifted the can again, this time allowing to land on his right nipple.

“MMMPH” Brad again held his scream, this time even better, he was determined now not disappoint her. The thought he was exciting her with his resilience gave him strength to carry on and excited him as well.

“Oh that’s such a good boy. Look at what you’re doing to me.”

Mia brought two fingers from her pussy up close to show Brad how wet he was making her. The glistening wetness flowing from her was now coating her fingers.

“You see that? You see how wet you’re making me? I bet you would love to smell that wouldn’t you?” Mia teased as she pulled her fingers away before Brad could breathe in her scent.

Mia returned her cane to Brad’s chest this time quickly slapping his chest a half dozen times, alternating from left to right with each stroke.

“MMMPH”

“That’s it pet prove your worth. Show me you’re willing to suffer for me. That excites me so much.”

Mia gently tapped Brads for arms, signaling him to move his hands from his thighs.

“Behind your head pet” She instructed.

Brad put his hands behind his head and stoically waited for the next round.

“Would you like to earn a smell?” Mia teased.

“Yes please mistress.” Brad feverishly responded, thinking of nothing else since she first teased him with her scent.

Mia tapped his thigh with her can a few times before harshly slamming into him and leaving a red line on his left inside thigh. Brad held his breath and barely made a sound as Mia proceeded to do the same to the right side as well.

“Very good, now here’s your reward.”

Mia scooped up more of her excitement and brought the slick results up to Brad’s nose. She waved her fingers back and forth almost touching his lips giving him his prize while teasing his mouth with the thought of her taste.

“Would you like to earn a taste pet?” she questioned.

“Yes mistress.” Brad had the composure to remember to call her mistress and lucky for him he did.

Mia returned to his chest again this time landing three swift smacks on each side leaving long red welts quickly rising to display her work.

Brad gasped as he tried to catch his breath between strokes but was getting good at holding his tongue. He was determined to get a taste of her sweet nectar and he wasn’t going to do anything to derail his chances.

“Impressive. You are much tougher than I thought you would be. I am very impressed. “She admitted.

Brad’s eyes were so watery he could barely see, but he could smell and then feel her fingers as the approached and then touched his lips.

“Here you are pet, you earned it,” Mia proudly cooed as she rubbed her slick fingers on his lips and pushed them into his mouth.

Brad quickly took the opportunity to lick and suck her fingers, trying desperately to taste every drop of her. Mia was more than generous as she scooped up more of her excitement and fed it to Brad like a treat for a hungry dog.

Brad was enjoying the flavor dancing around in his mouth as the fog cleared from his eyes. He could see the young pet that had been bouncing up and down on Cyrus signing a piece of paper on the table in front of her as she stood awaiting her new collar.

“Now that you are mine to do with as I please, you will wear my collar and do as I command.” Cyrus ceremoniously announced, as he removed her black leather collar and replaced it with a shiny steel one.

Cyrus clasped the collar closed and put a padlock through the holes on the back, squeezing the lock closed and sending click though the thick night air. He then proceeded to put a pair of matching steel cuffs on both her wrists locking them close together with a single chain hanging down from between them. Finally a pair of steel ankle cuffs was locked on and the chain from the wrist cuffs was attached to a short chain coming from each ankle.

The now trapped young pet stood there her wrists close together and chained to her now shackled ankles. There was enough slack she could walk as long as she took small steps but there was no way to lift her hands above her waist.

Satisfied with his work he led her over to the far wall were he clipped her collar to a chain hanging from a ring on the wall. Forced to stand and wait as she watched the rest of the show.

Everyone’s attention was back on the blonde who was now begging to be fucked, the tongue of the brunette no longer enough to satisfy her.

“If you would like me to fuck you, you know what I want.” Cyrus bellowed.

“Yes sir. I will do whatever you wish.” She begged.

“No it’s not what I wish it’s what you request.” Cyrus reminds her.

“Yes sir. I want to sign. I want to be your pet and serve you. The blonde cried out in desperation.

“Very well, first read and sign, then I will reward you with what you desire.”

The sex hungry woman pushed the brunet away from her and made her way quickly to the signing table. She quickly looked over the paper and signed on the bottom handing the paper to Cyrus with urgency and desire.

“Are you sure? Once you agree there’s no getting out of this contract.”

“Absolutely sure,” She reassured as she looked Cyrus in the eyes begging for his attention.

Cyrus wasted no time and pushed her back on the floor next to the brunet. He forced her face into one of the large pillows as he pulled her hips up into the air forcing her ass up high and on display.

“Put me in her.” Cyrus commanded as he grabbed a handful of the brunette’s hair and pulled her face in close to the action.

The slender sex machine that had been eating the blonde and getting her so worked up for Cyrus was now helping guide his hard dick into her blonde companion. Cyrus was just as abrupt with her as he was with the first pet. He shoved his dick in her all the way to the bottom and pulled it all the way back almost exiting her before plunging it all the way back in again. He slammed into her violently again and again as her dangling leash clanked away.

“I wish you could do that. I wish you could make love to me.” Mia practically cried as she reminded Brad of his unusable status.

“Would you like to eat me?” Mia asked.

Brad didn’t even say a word he just looked at her with a knowing sad face. He was as disappointed as she was he wasn’t able to fuck her, but the idea of eating her would fuel him to endure anything for the opportunity.

Mia jerked on his leash pulling him down and back into a kneeling position. First she tapped lightly on his ass, but soon she had him on his hands and knees and was letting him have it with all she could. One after another she landed blow after blow leaving bright red lines across his ass. Both of Brad’s cheeks were bright red with dozens of dark red welts forming a pattern on his ass and causing Mia to drip with pride at her masterpiece.

Brad could barely see. The salt in his tears burned and forced his eyes closed. He could hear the moans of pleasure as Cyrus slammed into his newest conquest and teased his helper with the prospect of wanting the same.

Mia was pleased with Brad’s endurance and rewarded him with the promise of her delicious pussy. She laid down in front of him pulling her skirt up and spreading her legs apart. Brad tried to wipe the tears from his eyes as Mia pulled his leash bringing his face closer to her waiting prize. He wanted to see what he was about to indulge in and after what he endured for it, he was going to make the most of it.

The first time he tasted Mia she was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted, until now. Her flavor was even better than he remembered, and ten times better than when he tasted her on her own fingers. The heat of her body drew him in and the incredible taste of her held him there. He was wild with desire and at the same time completely in tune to Mia. He felt a deep desire to please her. The burning of his wounds completely faded away as he softly stroked the wet lips of her pussy with his lustful tongue.

Just as the juices of Mia’s heavenly delight started to flow freely and Brad attempted to push his way into her, she pulled out of his reach.

“You know you’re going to have to earn that.” Mia snickered.

Cyrus was still violently pumping into his new blond toy. She was screaming with desire as he fucked her from behind. Still on his hands and knees, Brad watched as Cyrus manhandled her pulling her hair, slapping her ass and generally just being ruff with her.

“How would you like to be one of my toys too?” Cyrus growled as he grabbed the brunet by the neck and drew her closer to his face as if he was going to kiss her. Instead he twisted her aside and quietly whispered in her ear.

The brunette companion never responded to Cyrus’s question, but by her actions, it was obvious she too wanted to belong to Cyrus.

Cyrus stopped pumping his ragdoll and held firm deep inside her, as the brunet moved around behind him, lying down on her back and positioning her face underneath the copulating couple.

Brad was stunned. What he thought was a woman had a tiny dick hanging between “her” legs. Brad was stunned as he watched “her” lick Cyrus’s sack. The blonde pushed back into Cyrus trying desperately to coax her reward out of him as her friend tried to massage it out of him with her tongue.

Brad couldn’t believe how lovingly the “woman “was licking him. It was as intimate as any loving couple could possible hope for. It was incredibly confusing for him. The brunette was beautiful. She was slender and fit, and had what looked like perfect breasts. Her hair was long and flowing, and her nails were all long and brightly polished. Her makeup was done to perfection and every part of her looked feminine, except the tiny surprise between her legs.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Mia whispered in Brad’s ear.

Brad knew not to respond, it was a rhetorical question for sure, but in his mind he couldn’t help but agree with her.

“Would you rather be her or him?” Mia continued.

This time Brad felt like she expected an answer, but was baffled at how to respond. Who was she referring to as her, just the blond woman or both her and her brunet partner? And who was she referring to as him, Cyrus or the brunet? He started to sweat as the thought of answering incorrectly paralyzed his mouth.

“Well I guess we will find out soon enough.” Mia said, braking the tension he was now overwhelmed with.

Brad felt her hand gently rubbing his ass, as if she was trying to sooth it from the beating she had inflicted, but instead of bringing relief it only served to return his thoughts to the burning damage.

Brad found himself imagining himself in each of their positions. He was empathizing with each. How it must feel to have your balls lovingly licked and sucked as your cock is tightly gripped by a warm pussy, pulsing and dripping with desire. How must is feel to be a woman so full of desire that she desperately tries to milk her man into her. And what must it be like to have your mouth and tongue part of both.

“Stop moving slut!” Cyrus barked as he slapped the bouncing blonde’s ass hard enough to leave his handprint.

Brad watched as Cyrus tightened his ass and his balls started to rhythmically bounce unloading into her completely owned pussy. The whole time her brunet partner continued to lick every fold of his contracting sack.

“That’s enough” Cyrus announced, as he withdrew and stood up.

Cyrus took the dangling leash of his newest pet and lifted her to her feet. Her legs were shaking precariously, barely able to hold her own weight. She looked like a newborn giraffe trying to stand for the first time. Cyrus lead her back near the signing table and proceeded to fit her with her own steel collar, and set of cuffs. A few moments later and she too was secured to a ring next to the first woman, both unable to lift their hands higher than their waist or spread their feet farther than shoulder width.

“I can’t wait to see you standing there helpless for me.” Mia whispered as she pulled Brad to his feet.

Brad struggled to get to his feet. Partly because he had been on his knees all night but partly because his eyes were glued to the blond pet Cyrus had just fucked senseless. Brad was mesmerized by the steady stream of white liquid flowing down her leg and pooling at her feet. The sticky mess flowed from her pussy as it uncontrollable quivered like a scared puppy. The smell of her sex filled the room long after the sounds of her brutal fucking waned.

“Would you like to cum like that?” Mia whispered.

“I might even let you cum inside of me someday if you are a good boy.” She continued to tease.

“Yes please mistress.” Brad blurted out, thrilled at the prospect.

“Well we have a little problem here don’t we?” She laughed patting his cage.

“Maybe I can help?” Cyrus interjected as he approached.

“I might be able to help get that cage off if I was so compelled.”

“Oh could you?” Mia sarcastically snapped.

“And just exactly what would it take for you to be compelled? ”

“Well I could always use another male pet.” Cyrus bellowed as he gave Brad a smack on the ass.

The fire in Brad’s ass swelled once again from the hard smack, reenergizing the many welts marking his ass.

“Would you do that for me Brad? Would you give yourself to Master Cyrus for me? Would you be willing to do that so you could be free from that cage and have the chance to fuck me?”

Brad was flooded with images of Mia lying on the floor in the pillowed paradise of the harem style arena, the image of her looking up at him as he felt the warmth of her wet pussy for the first time wrapping around his starving cock sent shivers up his spine. It seemed like forever since the last time he had felt the soft touch of a woman around him, the idea of finally being free overwhelming his thoughts and clouding his judgment.

“Yes mistress, I’ll do anything you wish. Please.”

Cyrus’s evil laugh almost went unnoticed by Brad but Mia pointed it out to him.

“Oh you better be careful what you agree to.” Mia cautioned as she turned her attention to Cyrus and gave him a passionate kiss.

Brad’s emotions were completely out of control. He was jealous of both Mia and Cyrus. He felt the jealous pain of a jilted lover and at the same time the jealousy of being left out. He couldn’t tell if he wanted to be included in their passion of if he wanted Mia for himself.

“Well before you make a commitment to me, you had better know what you’re getting yourself into.” Cyrus said with a deadly serious tone.

Cyrus retrieved a remote control and used it to activate a hidden tv that dropped from the ceiling like a banner unfurled from a highway overpass. The giant screen practically covered the whole wall from floor to ceiling. As the screen reached its maximum size and came to a stop, the life-size images of a naked woman lit the screen.

“Not all of my pets are sold, but many are.” Cyrus grumbled, as he took Mia’s hand in his and started to lead her to the pillows on the floor.

Mia instructed Brad to remain standing and warned him not to move or she would punish him severely, not to mention she would be extremely disappointed in his lack of devotion to pleasing her.

The thought of Mia being disappointed was a greater motivator than the idea of her punishment, after all he had already endured her cane.

Brad was intrigued at the image on screen. One after another a procession of women passed the camera each one in a set of steel exactly like what the two women in the room were wearing. They all had on the same steel collar, padlocked closed and each had their hands and legs cuffed in steel as well. The only difference from the two live women in front of him was the line of slaves on screen had an additional chain padlocking each one together in succession attached at the midpoint on the chain between their ankles and wrists.

The processions of naked woman were forced to walk at the same speed, working together as they hobbled along in a single file line. The camera documented the passing of each woman as they walked by one by one chained together. The sounds of the chains clanking together, as they echoed off the walls of what looked like a stone corridor in an ancient castle.

Brad was again confused. Instead of being aroused at the images of the beautiful woman passing by, he found himself envisioning himself in their “shoes”, or in this case shackles. The empathy he felt for them overwhelmed him and the realization he was dreaming of being in their place caused his whole body to blush.

“You like that don’t you.” Cyrus sternly announced.

Brad almost turned to answer him when the image on the screen exploded in his pupil. It was Brooke. She was collared and shackled like the rest. She looked different; her hair was cut short and her makeup was more dramatic than she normal did it. Her lipstick was much brighter and her eye shadow was vibrant and sparkling. Her body looked perfect from head to toe. It appeared she had makeup on her whole body. Her nipples were more vibrant and protruding farther than normal. The hi-definition screen showed every glistening pour on her body.

Brad felt a combination of fear, excitement, jealousy, and arousal. His wife was alive, but she was in the middle of a long line of sex slaves apparently owned by Cyrus, and that’s when it hit him. She wasn’t wearing her necklace with the key to his cage on it. What happened to that key? Now the thought of not seeing Brooke again was overtaken with the realization that she held the key to his sexual pleasure. Or at least she used to hold the key.

“She’s a real beauty isn’t she?” Cyrus commented as Brooke passed by.

Brad was too fixated on the images in front of him to even hear Cyrus let alone respond to him.

It wasn’t long until the march of slaves came to an end and the image on the screen changed. The camera panned out and showed the long line of slaves now standing side by side, still tethered together in the dim light, Brad couldn’t quite make out which one was Brooke.

A bright spotlight shone on the first woman and a voice called out.

“One hundred thousand,”

The voice sounded like a computer generated female voice.

“One twenty five,” The fake feminine tone called out.

Brad realized right away exactly what was going on. The women were being auctioned off. The artificial speaker rattled off numbers until the first women was sold for five hundred thousand dollars. As soon as the words sold rang out the spotlight moved to the next woman in the chain and the bidding started over. As the bidding continued on the second woman the first was unlocked from the long chain and led off by a shadowy figure.

The process continued one after another as each woman was auctioned off to the highest bidder, and then taken away. Brad was anxious to see Brooke again, each time the spotlight moved over, expecting it to be her.

Brad’s attention was drawn away from the auction as the loud moans coming from the pillows overshadowed the digital voice on screen. He looked to see what was going on and was greeted with the most intriguing thing Brad had ever seen.

Mia looked like she was making love to the brunet. Not fucking her but making love to her. Mia had a large black strap-on and was slowly moving in and out with a steady cadence. The brunet was on her back her legs spread wide looking into Mia’s eyes as the two bonded. Brad could see the lube glistening off the large black phallus each time Mia pulled it out completely and tapped the head teasingly on the loosening round hole.

Brad realized the pink pill Mia had given him again must be the cause of his altered emotions. Each time he was faced with another scary or conflicting situation, he found himself too enamored with the thoughts of empathy for the individual to be scared or react negatively. He continued watching Mia as she made love to her feminized lover and was fascinated by lack of response from the tiny flopping penis lifelessly holding on for the ride.

Mia slowed her assault as the brunette screamed out in pleasure, reaching out to pull Mia’s ass in closer.

“That’s enough slut,” Cyrus snapped at Mia pulled herself free for the last time.

Brad watched completely filled with lust as Cyrus pushed Mia to her back unbuckling her contraption and tossing it aside. Cyrus moved his hardened cock to the entrance of Mia’s already dripping cunt and firmly worked his way in. He wasn’t as aggressive and ruff with Mia as he had been with the previous two, but still Cyrus was determined and impatient.

Mia lay next to her brunette lover as Cyrus worked his cock in and out. He was taking his time with her, unlike the others he wanted to make it last with Mia.

Mia turned her head slightly as the brunette leaned over and started kissing her passionately. Brad was overtaken with lust, wanting nothing more than to be part of their session, and could barely take his eyes off of Mia as she shared her passion with the other two, but he wanted to see Brooke again too.

Finally the spot light landed on a familiar face. It was Brooke. The synthetic female voice started rattling away and before long Brooke was sold. Brad completely forgot about Mia as he watched the light go to the next woman and the shadow of his wife as she was led away.

The screen quickly changed and the sight of Brooke was back. This time the camera showed her walking up the gangplank of a luxury yacht. The camera followed her along as she was led to what looked like the main lounge of the ship by a large Arabian man.

Brad was afraid for Brooke as he watched her be taken to the middle of the large room and left to sit on a round platform in the center of the room. Her steel collar and shackles were still in place but her hair was disheveled and her makeup was running as if she had been crying. The screen again went black only to come back on again. This time Brooke was completely naked, only her collar remained. Her shackles and the chains attaching them to one another had been removed.

Brad watched in disbelief as skinny black man walked up to Brooke and presented her with his already erect member. Brooke hesitated to take it in her mouth and paid the price for her reluctance with a swift smack across the face. The screen again went dark and when it lit back up Brooke was vigorously sucking the mans cock.

Brooke seemed to slowly warm up to the man using her mouth for his pleasure as the camera zoomed in to show every detail of her lips wrapped around his dark skin.

Again the screen blinked, and just like that there were two men sharing the attention of her skillful mouth. Brooke seemed to be getting more comfortable with her situation as the third and then a fourth man appeared for her attention. She was doing her best to spread her attention out to all four of the men getting them all as hard as she could.

One of the men lay down in the center of the round platform as if to await Brooke’s undivided attention. She didn’t put up any resistance as the other three easily picked her up and placed her on his cock. At first Brooke looked uncomfortable, as she tried to lift herself up and down, riding his cock.

Once Brooke found her pace, she was riding his cock with ease. The other three men climbed up on the bed and once again made her divide her mouths attention between them. Brooke rode her stallion like a pro as her juices coated his dark meat. It didn’t take long and her body was feeling the excitement take over. It was obvious she was losing any apprehension she felt and giving in to the pleasure of her steed.

Brooke started crying out in ecstasy as the camera zoomed in on the slick juice flowing from her quivering pussy. The ebony shaft inside of her was pulsing with joy as it filled her with liquid pleasure.

The screen flickered and Brooke was on her back being fucked by a different man. Her mouth was still in use dividing its attention between the two black cocks competing for her attention. Again and again the scene would change, showing one after another man mounting her and fucking her. Each time her lover came in her and pulled from her, he was replaced by one of the men she was blowing.

Brad lost count of how many men came in Brooke but was surprised at the stamina each demonstrated not to cum in her mouth. Surprisingly enough for as many men as had fucked her; it didn’t appear any of them had lost their seed on her. Each was careful to get every drop inside her abused pussy.

Brad was frozen in place as he watched the interracial gangbang continue. One by one, man after man shooting his seed deep inside Brooke. The froth of cum flowing from her used pussy was pushed back in as each new hard cock started plowing into her. The contrast of the white batter against their dark skin only increased the arousal of the taboo she was engaged in.

Brooke’s face was a complete mess. Her makeup long smeared away by the saliva dripping from her lips as they readied the next contestant. She was a monster of sexual perversion, eating dick after dick as she drained each one dry.

Brad had seen Brooke fuck before, but this was more intense than anything he had ever seen or imagined. She seemed almost possessed as she turned onto her stomach and pushed her rear in the air pleading for more with her bouncing ass.

Brad had almost forgotten about Mia and the live show in front of him but was reminded of it when he heard Cyrus’s deep voice profess.

“She’ll never be the same after that.”

Brad knew exactly what he meant. The dick fucking her was enormous. It was larger than Max it was larger than the thick black cock she had sucked a few nights earlier to get ready for Mia. It was longer and thicker and harder than anything Brad thought existed.

“Well? Do you see what can happen if you sign that contract? That could be your fate, and don’t forget it lasts a whole year.” Cyrus frankly informed.

“Please pet, please say yes.” Mia pleaded as she continued to experience the soft deep strokes of Cyrus’s cock.

Mia was pleading for Brad to agree to give himself to Cyrus; in exchange he would be let out of his cage and allowed the opportunity to fuck Mia.

Brad was delirious with lust for Mia and watching Brooke get fucked by a stable of studs only fanned the flames of his desire.

Brad wanted to fuck Mia more than anything, but the cage around his cock would prevent that. How would Cyrus be able to get it off without hurting him?

Cyrus laughed as Brad reached for his locked cage frustrated at its security.

“Need this?” Cyrus laughed.

Brad was surprised at what he saw. There was Brooke’s necklace and the key to his cage. Cyrus was dangling it, taunting Brad with it. Brad’s relief at seeing the key was quickly overpowered with the fear of realizing Cyrus knew Brooke and Brad were together. There cover had been blown, at least with Cyrus. He must have known, how else would he know that was Brad’s key?

“I’ll do it.” Brad gasped, surprised at the words coming out of his own mouth.

“Are you sure, are you sure you are willing to give me a year of your life just for the opportunity to fuck this amazing mistress? ” Cyrus laughed, as he pulled himself abruptly from Mia leaving her pussy gasping and grabbing at thin air.

Brad figured he would play along to get the key and then run. There was no way Cyrus could force him to fulfill some contract like he was doing with these women.

“Yes I’ll do it, for Mistress Ivy.” Brad resolutely whimpered.

“Oh you make me so happy, baby.” Mia cooed.

Brad felt a jolt of confidence run though his veins when she said that. She had never called him baby before and the sound of it lit a fire under him.

Before Brad knew it Cyrus was standing in front of him holding a collar and a set of steel shackles.

“If you truly want to lose that cage, you’ll have to put these on first.” He growled, holding up the steel and chains.

Brad was resolved and confident he would be able to renege as soon as the key for his cage was within reach, so he did as he was instructed and replaced the leather collar he had on for the new steel one Cyrus held up.

Mia was lying back letting her brunette friend lick her pussy clean as Cyrus locked the cuffs around Brad’s wrist and ankles. Brad was trading one lock for another, but that was ok he thought. First of all this new situation was only going to be temporary, and secondly he was drunk with the prospect of being allowed to fuck Mia after all this time. Cyrus led Brad to the signing table and handed him the pen.

“Once you sign, we can begin.” Cyrus said in a very businesslike tone.

Brad didn’t bother to even read a word; he just signed the line at the bottom of the page, before setting the pen on the table. No sooner had he set the pen down, when Cyrus pulled his hands behind his back and locked them in place attaching the chain to brad’s ankle restraints. Unlike the others who had their hands restrained in front, Brad found himself in a slightly different position. The chain between his ankles and wrists kept him from being able to raise his hands up and bring them back around to his front and shortened the length of his stride even more than it did the women.

“Ok, let’s see if this fits.” Cyrus joked as he held up the shiny silver necklace and key.

Of course it fit and in an instant Brad was finally free of the steel cage that he had been left to suffer in for weeks. The feeling of freedom from his cage was offset by the new predicament he found himself in. Brad started to worry he hadn’t fully thought this plan though, realizing hi would have a hell of a time running away from anyone like this.

“Oh would you look at that.” Mia professed as she smiled a big beautiful smile.

Cyrus pushed Brad along pushing him towards Mia.

“Come with me bitch.” Cyrus barked as he grabbed the dangling leash of the brunet dog lapping away at Mia’s used pussy.

“Come to me baby.” Mia called in a sexy inviting way.

Brad’s gaze was locked to hers as he lowered himself precariously off balance from the way he was restrained. He quickly took his place between Mia’s legs and took over the duty of cleaning her from her time with Master Cyrus.

Brad felt his cock instantly spring to life as the first drop of Mia touched his tongue. He was hard as a rock. He hadn’t felt the blood rush to his cock like that in what seemed like forever. The change in blood flow almost made him dizzy as he darted inside Mia to prepare her for his swollen cock.

“Slow down baby, what’s the rush? You have nothing but time now.” She purred as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Brad did his best to be patient and eat his mistress the way he had been taught, but it wasn’t easy. He wanted to fuck her as soon as possible. Brad worked his tongue around and around making sure to get every spot Mia liked well served again and again. She was moaning and bucking into his mouth for the second time coating his face with her approval, when Cyrus and the now cuffed brunette returned to the pillows.

Cyrus laid the last of his pets down on the rug next to Mia and stood there watching his handy work. Mia leaned over and started kissing her restrained friend as she grabbed a handful of Brad’s hair and pulled him up to her. Mia wanted to taste herself on his lips and pulled him in close to get what she wanted. Brad swirled his tongue with hers as she collected her flavor from him and shared it with her slutty friend.

Brad was so involved with Mia he didn’t think twice about sharing Mia’s kisses with her other friend. The three of them continued swirling their tongues together as Mia reached around and pulled Brad’s ass in fuck her for the first time. Brad could feel the heat rising from her drenched hole as the tip of his cock got closer and closer.

Like a heat seeking missile he didn’t need to see where he was going to know he was almost there. The instant the tip of his cock touched her waiting pussy a flood of emotions washed over him. Fear, and arousal mixed together creating a volatile mixture that was going to explode any second. The head of his cock found its mark and slid in easily, delighted at the slick warm feeling of his exotic lover.

“Oh baby, that feels so good.” She moaned as Brad felt his cock drawn into her like a steel rod to a magnet.

Brad felt the heat of her pussy as it soaked into him and swelled up inside. He hadn’t even gotten in one pump when he felt the impending explosion welling up inside. Brad let out a moan of excitement as the wave started to swell.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Cyrus barked as he grabbed Brad’s arms and lifted him up off the floor.

“I said I would give you an opportunity to fuck her, not cum in her.” He explained.

Brad pleaded to be allowed to finish as the wave subsided, leaving only his stiff cock bobbing in the air. At least he was free right? But now he was even more frustrated than ever.

“If you want to come, do it on her tits. ” Cyrus instructed Brad as he nudged him towards the other side of the kissing friends and let his arms go free again.

Brad was thankful he was going to be allowed a release finally and knelt down again, this time positioning himself above Mia and looking forward to feeling her lips around his cock.