======== Path: news.alt.net!qz!not-for-mail From: dbetger@tiac.net (Donnie B.) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Subject: {A.S.S.} NEW! Owning Corey (A different sort of D/S story) Part 2 of 9 Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Date: 29 Jul 1997 22:47:55 GMT Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Lines: 229 Approved: Message-ID: <2393eli$9707291845@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: Xref: news.alt.net alt.sex.stories.moderated:4682 alt.sex.stories:290975 Message from the author: Please don't read this story. You're far too young and it's got grown-up stuff in it. If you read it, you could get in trouble, and so could I, and then I wouldn't be able to post more stories for you not to read. This work of fiction is the property of its author and may not be used for profit without written permission. Otherwise, you may reproduce and distribute it unmodified, or place it in an electronic archive, if this notice is attached. Owning Corey Fiction Copyright (c) 1997 by Don Boettger 2. Jack lingered in the spare bedroom, reluctant to leave us. "Now, Missy, remember that you are to do anything he says. Anything." "Yes, Master." Missy was on the bed, on all fours, as Jack had told her. The tears had stopped, but she looked terribly pale. "You won't need to bother with a condom. She's clean, and she's on the pill, isn't that right?" "Yes, Master." "You should give her a smack or two to start," Jack advised. "That really warms her up, right, Missy?" "Yes, Master." "And don't treat her too gently. She likes the rough stuff." Jack glanced around again. "Okay, then, I'll say goodnight." I was silent as he walked out, turned back at the threshold to make a final assessment, then closed the door behind him. I turned back to Missy, still waiting on the bed. "This is unbelievable. Look, Missy, I don't know what's going on with you and Jack, but I don't want any part of it. Understand?" She didn't answer, but lifted her head to look at me. I sighed. "Just... why don't you sit up?" I crossed the room and rummaged through the closet, and found an old men's bathrobe. I went back to the bed and laid it across her shoulders. She made no move to pull it closed. "Missy. Talk to me. What is this all about? Why do you do what he says?" She shivered a little, but didn't answer. "Are you afraid of him? Would he try to hurt you if you left?" Still no answer. The shoulders hunched and fell, hunched and fell. She wouldn't look at me. "It's not right, how he treats you. And don't try to claim you like it, I can tell that's not true. What's his hold over you?" This time she looked into my eyes, and I melted with pity for her. Not the sexiest emotion. My earlier arousal was gone. "Missy, do you want me to help you? I can get you away from him." For a moment her face lit up with joy and hope, and I got the feeling she'd gone a long time without either of those emotions. Then they seemed to drain away, and she shook her head. "All right," I said. "This chair looks comfortable enough. You take the bed, I'll sack out here." Here eyes grew wide, and she searched my face, and finally decided I meant it. At last she spoke. "Oh, no, please, you have to sleep with me. He said so. If you don't..." She trailed off, shivering again. "Fine. You just tell him we spent a wonderful night together. I'll back up whatever you say." "No. Please. He'll find out. He always finds out. What if he checks our stories? We have to do it, really do it. Please?" Dear Lord. This was more serious than I'd imagined. I sat down beside Missy and put my arm around her shoulders. She melted against me, sobbing. That lasted quite a while. Finally I said, "All right, you win. We'll both sleep in the bed. I'll have sex with you, if you really want..." -- here she straightened a little and nodded briskly -- "but there's a price." She wasn't expecting that, but she knew how to answer it. "Anything you want." "Good. The price is, you have to tell me how this happened to you. The truth, Missy. Agreed?" Her mouth was open in surprise. She gazed into my face, wonderingly. She seemed to have a hard time with eye contact, continually glancing down or aside, but she kept coming back as if hungry for it. Finally her eyes stilled and gazed into mine for long seconds. Then she nodded, "Okay." And she shrugged off the robe and threw her arms around me and kissed me hard. 3. She was an astonishing lover: energetic, uninhibited, urgent but undemanding. I'd intended to slip her a quick and friendly fuck just to meet Jack's demands, then get her story and some sleep. It didn't work out that way. She had an amazing ability to sense my oncoming climax and slow me down, teasing and prolonging the lovemaking until I was in a desperate but ecstatic delirium. My first shattering orgasm came a good hour along, and she gave me only a brief respite before beginning all over again. I wondered if Jack got the same treatment. I wondered if Jack had any idea of her talent. I stopped wondering as she took me to the stars again. When we finally came up for air, the city was very quiet outside the hacienda. She'd emptied me, mind, body and soul. We lay silently side by side for a long time, my thoughts lazy. I'd forgotten my demand for her story. I remember thinking about how to justify more trips to Phoenix. Lots more. I guess I was on the edge of sleep when I started remembering the strange events of the night before. The image that fully woke me was of Jack spreading Missy's cheeks to reveal the traces of whippings there. I felt queasy at the reality of such cruelty, and for several moments thought I'd have to make a run for the bathroom. I was even planning my route from the half-memory of the room's layout, when Missy stirred and my stomach relaxed. "You awake?" I whispered. "Mmmm." Her hand crabbed gently at my chest. "Thank you. You're incredible," I told her. "Thank you. It's been so long, so long..." Her voice was sleepy. "What do you mean? You must... I mean, with Jack..." She gave a little snort. "Jack." The voice was so soft, so close to my ear. Coincidence, or did she think we might be overheard? "Mostly he just wants a quick blow job. If he fucks me it's usually in the ass, and he doesn't care if I come. In fact, he's actually..." "What?" "Never mind." "Missy, please tell me. I'd like to help you." She was silent again. Maybe she was deciding whether to trust me, whether to tell the truth or make something up, or just say nothing. "Sometimes he beats me for having an orgasm." "No." "That's why last night was so wonderful. I came so much..." "You did? I mean, I knew you were doing all right, but I don't remember anything really special." She paused again. "I've gotten pretty good at hiding them, I guess." That gave me a little shiver. "Through the looking glass," I murmured. "Huh?" "A lot of women fake orgasms to please their lovers." "Oh, I see..." she said, then a moment later, "I see." "He's turned you inside out, Missy. How did it happen? Why do you let it happen?" She waited so long I thought she might have decided not to answer. I started to remind her of our deal, but then I decided not to. I figured she'd been ordered around enough. Finally she spoke. "I don't have any choice. I never did." "You always have a choice, Missy." "No I don't. And that's not my real name. Jack gave it to me, because he knew I didn't like it and he always has to torment me." "I don't want to torment you, Mis... oops. What should I call you?" Another pause. "Corey. My real name is Corey." Is it, I wondered? Or is that just another layer of defense? Neither of us could fully trust each other yet. "Corey. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." She hugged me. I hugged her back, and she squeezed even harder. "He never says anything nice to me." This time it was my turn to pause. I let my hands explore her back. "Why don't you start from the beginning," I prodded. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /