Model Slave Ch. 04

The boss took charge and first tried his keys, but that didn't work and neither did trying to crash through the steel door. After about 10 minutes of frustrating work he decided to remove the pins in the hinges and within minutes the pilot was free. Everyone had a quick discussion about what had happened and then the boss told the pilot to get underway.

The boss pondered the door suddenly freezing up until he heard the airplanes engines start. He slowly walked out to the hangar door and watched as the plane took off carrying its special cargo. When it was but a dot in the sky he turned to clean and lock up the hangar.

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Penny woke in a soft bed between a set of soft luxurious cotton sheets. She was naked, but she had expected that. She was still groggy from the drugs and her mouth felt like a desert. She noticed a bottle of water next to the bed and quickly consumed the whole bottle. Then she rolled over and went back to sleep.

She may have dreamed before, but she didn't remember them. Now she dreamt of the stranger from the dress shop and the auction. Her dreams were a modern variation of the prince riding in the save the damsel in distress. She dreamt that he saved her from whoever her master was and then her dreams turned erotic as he made her his. In her dreams she willingly became his sex toy and he was just about to consummate her greatest fantasy when she woke up.

The next time she woke she needed to find the restroom. She glanced around the spartan room noticing an empty closet, a TV and a door that led to the bathroom. She rose to avail herself of the facilities and when she came back a new bottle of water greeted her. She drank about half of this bottle before she crawled back under the covers. She lay staring at the ceiling wondering where she was and her eyes began to mist as she contemplated what was going to happen to her.

Her desire and drive to become a famous model had led her to the city. Here she had been bound naked, abused and even photographed in positions that would have made her blush a week ago. Next she had been bound naked and auctioned in front of a massive audience. Tears rolled out of her eyes as she thought about her future, or lacked of a future. The brute that had cleaned her proved that the man who purchased her was some kind of a sadist and all she had to look forward too was pain and degradation. She remembered her dream and longed for the mysterious stranger to come and save her. Her musing were interrupted as her stomach rumbled with hunger.

As if that was a cue, the door to the room opened and the rugged handsome dark stranger that had captured her attention in the dress shop walked in. He was carrying a full breakfast of eggs, toast, bacon, juice and coffee. Her stomach rumbled again as the delicious smell reached her. Her hands automatically pulled the sheets up beneath her chin as she sat up to greet her dream lover.

Penny's heart pounded in her chest, could this still be part of her dream? She had prayed and pleaded with God that if someone was going to take her please let it be the dark stranger. All it took was one look from him and she quivered excitedly with her nipples hardening and her pussy gushing with need. At the same time her heart yearned for him and she knew she would do anything to please him.

He walked towards her and set the tray of food on the end table next to the bed. He then reached over and gently pulled the sheet covering her away. Penny felt mesmerized as she gazed into his eyes and let go of the sheet and she sat little straighter, hoping to please him. His eyes roamed over the luscious hills and valleys of her body like a caress leaving excited goosebumps on her body wherever they went.

Penny's eyes never left his hard demanding gaze. Not a word had been spoken but Penny knew she was his and her heart pounded in her chest desperate for him to validate her desire. Likewise, he knew she was his for the taking, but he didn't want to just possess her, he wanted her to freely give her heart and body to him.

"My deliciously enticing Penny, never hide who you are from me. I know who you are and what you want and need. From now on I expect you to be open and honest with me. I expect you to be naked and adorned with only what God has blessed you with. You are incredibly beautiful and such beauty shouldn't be hidden, but exaulted."

He sat next to her on the bed with her head swiveling to keep her eyes glued to his. She was melting under his intense gaze, but she had butterflies in her stomach with hard flaming desire coursing through the rest of her body. She silently pleaded for him to touch her and he seemed to head her prayers as his hand suddenly covered diminutive belly. His touch seemed like a high voltage electric jolt of desire and Penny gasp a shuttering breath before expelling a passionate moan.

Penny felt the rest of the world fade away their eyes locked together. His hand caressed up her belly until it cupped her left breast and the trail of desire it left behind once again robbed Penny of her breath. Her lust lidded eyes, deep halting breaths and passionate whimpers let him know she desperately wanted anything he had to give.

His hand reluctantly released her soft full breast before gently cupping her face in his hand. Then in a deep gravelly voice that seemed to vibrate inside her, Penny heard him say.

"Penny, my name is Patrick McKinney and I have taken you from those that would've sold you. I can't tell you everything right now, but this is the culmination of a vow I made many years ago. I'm trying to take down this kidnapping, slavery abomination and must see it through to its conclusion. I am truly sorry that you have had to go through this ordeal, but it was necessary and hopefully your part is done. For your safety you must stay here for the time being, so please don't try to escape."

"When I can, I will tell you everything, but for the time being I need you to trust me and do as I say. If you don't I will have to punish you and keep you restrained. Will you do as I asked Penny?"

His touch, his gaze, even his very presence had penny captivated and she couldn't disobey him even if she wanted to. She nodded her head up and down indicating her assent. Suddenly his eyes turned hard and in a harsh menacing tone he said.

"Penny, I expect you to be silent and not talk unless invited too, likewise, if I ask you a question I expect an answer. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir, I understand." She whispered in a soft conciliatory tone and then dropped her eyes, ashamed that she had disappointed him.

His hand on her cheek lifted her face until she was looking at him again. "Penny you are not my submissive ... yet and even if you were I know you are new and require training. For now do as you're told and we will address your training later. Now eat your breakfast."

Patrick leaned over and gently kissed her on the lips and then stood up and began walking to the door. Penny was still reeling with unrealized desire and panicked when she saw him leaving the room. Never had she wanted anything more than for him to keep touching her, for him to take her and make love to her.

"Master, can we make love soon?" She said with a sensual voice that had equal elements of panic and desire.

He stopped, turned and looked softly at her. "Penny you are temptation personified. When this is all over and if you still want to give yourself completely to me I promise to take you to heights of passion you have only dreamed of. However, to keep you safe I must concentrate on the destruction of those that would have enslaved and destroyed you."

With that he left the room and Penny was left quivering in her desire. Her hands loving caressed all the places he had touched her, reliving how it felt. What was this hold he had over her? She almost crazy with need for him and yet he had barely touched or kissed her. Whenever he looked at her she couldn't think, only feel and the feelings were like nothing she had ever felt before. She wondered if it was love or an addiction, but it didn't matter, because she wanted more. She couldn't stop feeling his eyes devouring her most secret thoughts, how her heart pounded in her chest when he was near and now his searing touch.

Her hands shakily lifted the breakfast tray and set it in her lap. She had lost her appetite the minute she saw him, but the smell of everything in her lap rekindled her stomach. She took her first tentative bite of the eggs, once her taste buds sampled the food she dug in and ravenously consumed the entire plate.

Penny set the tray back on the end table and lay back on the bed thinking of Patrick. He was risking his life to save her and take her away from the people that wanted to enslave her. However, her feelings for him had nothing to do with saving her. His eyes had captured her very soul the first time he saw her and if love at first sight was possible she had in that moment fallen for him.

He had said she was temptation personified and said he would take her to the heights of passion after this was over. She knew he felt something for her as well, but she knew he wouldn't take her until she gave all of herself to him. Penny had seen enough of this lifestyle that she knew he meant her heart, her body and her absolute obedience. Could she give herself to him like that?

She wanted to ... oh God how she wanted to. She never wanted anything more than for him to take her and make her his, but she didn't know how to give herself to him like that. She couldn't give up, she would have him and she just had to figure out how to make it happen.

She didn't have long to contemplate because the door opened and a man entered rolling a cart before him. Penny quickly covered herself with a sheet, wondering what was going on and who this guy was.

"Master McKinney sent me in to remove your tracking device and change or modify your tattoo. So roll over and let me see that gorgeous ass everyone has been raving about." He said with a deep southern drawl.

Penny suddenly felt very shy and showing her butt to this man felt like cheating on Patrick, but the guy said Patrick sent him. So Penny rolled over onto her stomach and pulled away the sheet covering her ass. The southern tattoo artist gave a low wolf whistle and then said, "Well they weren't lying ... that is one succulent piece of grade A ass."

Penny was glad she had her face buried in the pillow so he didn't see her blush. He quickly unpacked his tools, sat on the edge of the bed and with a quick painful prick removed the tracking device. He hemmed and hawed about the tattoo saying there wasn't enough contrast for a laser removal so he would have to incorporate the tattoo into another design.

"Hey sweetheart, is there anything you would like to have tattooed on your butt?" He queried.

Penny thought for a second and said. "Well I like hummingbirds or butterflies, but I think it should be something that shows I belong to Master Patrick."

Penny felt him stiffen; he rose from the bed, walked across the room and began talking into his cell phone. When he finished he came over, sat on the bed and began to work with more purpose. He first drew a design with his pen and then the painful buzzing began as he cleaved the design into her flesh. It seemed to go on and on with Penny gritting her teeth against the pain and then finally it was over.

She felt him rub some soothing cream over the new tattoo and told her put the cream over the tattoo every morning and night for the next four days. Then he was gone, leaving a tube of cream on the end table. Penny got up and stretched walking to the bathroom so she could see the tattoo. Unfortunately, the mirrors were above the sink and she couldn't get high enough to see her ass.

She walked to the door and to no surprise found it locked. So she turned on the television and found the channels severely limited. There were no channels that might possibly have any news feeds, so they were limited to several movie channels, cartoons, classic TV shows and then she stopped looking. There on the screen was the man she loved, the man that dominated her thoughts. Master Patrick was giving new submissive lessons on what to do, when to do it and general guidelines on being a good submissive.

She stayed on that channel for the rest of the day, practicing the form and postures for many of the presentation poses. She also participated in several exercise routines to keep her flexible and limber and she loved the stretches. Penny found herself throbbing with desire as she watched the Masters put their subs through their paces. Every time Master Patrick came on she fantasized about being the sub under his tutelage and several times found herself unable to stop cumming.

She found the erotic rope bondage to be especially stimulating and she had to masturbate every time she watched. The more she saw, the wilder her fantasies became and only Master Patrick could touch her in her daydreams. By the time her lunch was delivered by an obvious sub Penny was a quivering mass of desire. She had cum four times, but nothing seemed to sedate her hunger, only Master Patrick could fulfill her fantasies and feed her craving.

The thought of him tying her up, stretching her skin tight and contorting her into helpless positions had her in a constant state of sexual anguish. She longed to have him stroke and caress taut body, endlessly teasing her and keeping her passion verging on the edge of sanity. She could imagine her body shattering into a million pieces as he finally took her over the edge and let her cum. She knew she wanted, no needed this and it was Master Patrick that she needed.

She was learning a lot about the lifestyle and found she liked what she was hearing. However, in her fantasies it was only when Master Patrick touched her that she went crazy. She didn't know if she was in love with him or just lusted after him, but he was the center of all her fantasies. None of this would be anything without him directing her. She knew she had to get ready and when he came to see her she wanted to present an image he couldn't resist.