Clarissa Ch. 02

Clarissa's eyes snapped open. Her heart pounded, her nightgown clung to her sweaty body as she suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. Sitting up in the beautiful bed Roger had tucked her into just hours ago, Clarissa tried to forget the nightmare. She couldn't. She knew she probably would never forget, although she was determined to try. Growing more comfortable in the darkness, Clarissa gently pressed on one of her bruises, this one right above her left nipple. It hurt, yet made her feel a pulsing between her legs. This was why she couldn't hate her former master. As horrific her time serving him had been, she was still able to find pleasure in the pain he had left her with.

Hours passed, and Clarissa's eyes remained open. Refusing to touch herself, even though Roger, who refused to be her new master, had given her permission to, she found herself wondering if she could ever be free. She had always known she was submissive, and when she reached twenty and still lacked a dominant to take her off of her family's hands, she volunteered to be enslaved, rather than hassle with being involuntarily taken into the Ministry of Slaves. Had she waited the extra year, her family would not have been compensated nearly as much, nor would she have been able to serve her first master.

Slaves who were brought in by the Ministry were subjected to tests before an audience of perspective buyers before going on the auction block. Clarissa, having voluntarily submitted herself to serving the dominants of her country, was able to have her testing done in private, so that she would only be sold to a dominant who would use her in the ways that she would enjoy. Unfortunately, her first owner tired of her and did not care much to screen her second owner.

Clarissa loved the fear, the uncertainty that came with enslavement. She loved the thrill of surrendering her fate to someone who had the strength she lacked. Even when surrendering to a cruel man, she had not ever wished to have to fend for herself.

As the morning light slowly began to shine through the bedroom window, Clarissa slipped out of her bed and made it. Seeing the early hour on the clock that sat on the nightstand, she decided there was time to spare to take advantage of the bathtub Roger had bathed her in last night. Pinning up her hair, she began to run the water, adding just a little of the bubble bath. As the tub filled, Clarissa peeled the nightgown off her body. Looking in the full length mirror, she could see why Roger would be afraid to touch her - not one of her limbs was bruise-free, and bruises and whip marks both decorated her breasts, belly, ass, even her bald cunt. With the tub full, Clarissa tried to forget the sight of herself, letting her body soak in luxury.

Roger came down the stairs dressed in his suit for work, the image of Clarissa's bruised and whipped body in the tub last night still in his mind as he smelled breakfast. Wearing one of the more modest dresses Maggie had picked out for her - low cut and high-hemmed - and a tall pair of matching blue heels, Clarissa was plating pancakes, eggs, and bacon.

"What's this?" He tried to ask softly, but in the quiet morning his voice seemed to boom nonetheless. He noticed a slight shudder in the girl as she looked up at him, almost as if she had been caught doing something wrong.

"I... I thought you would like breakfast, Sir," she stammered, nervously bringing the plate to him at the table.

"Thank you, Clarissa," Roger said softly, gently taking her hand in his. "Get yourself a plate and sit with me, please?"

"Yes, Sir," Clarissa seemed uncertain, first bringing Roger his coffee, but obeying, sitting at the table with a plate with far less generous portions than she had put on his.

"I normally just have coffee in the morning, but this is delicious, Clarissa."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Since you're already up, I suppose it'd be easiest if you came into the office with me today. This afternoon you have a doctor's appointment, and then a meeting at the Ministry."

Clarissa nodded, slowly eating her food.

"I meant what I said last night," Roger suggested cautiously, "about helping you if you wanted to be free."

Clarissa looked down at her food, feeling the blood rushing to her cheeks.

"You want to remain enslaved even after being beaten and thrown away?" Roger's voice was a bit harsh, he knew, but he had to make sure.

"Yessir," Clarissa whispered, struggling to look up at him.

"Tell me why," Roger commanded, eating his breakfast as he watched her answer.

"Even when I was beaten, Sir, I could not think about having to be responsible for myself. I prefer bruises to begging for food or shelter, Sir. I cannot provide those things on my own, I know I cannot..." Clarissa fought the tears in her eyes as she confessed how weak she was.

Roger stood and put his hands on her shoulders, looking down at her.

"You needn't be ashamed of what you are, Clarissa. Just as our world needs dominants, it also needs slaves as submissive as you," he consoled her best he could. "Finish your breakfast, I'll help you clean up so we won't be late."

Gently, he massaged her shoulders for just a moment before clearing his things from the table. As Clarissa finished her meal, she couldn't help but watch the man who had bathed and consoled her rinsing dishes and loading them into the dishwasher. When she had finished and taken her own dishes into the kitchen, he simply took them from her and took care of them for her.

"Now, then," he smiled at her warmly, "are you ready to go?"

Roger let Clarissa hold his hand as he led her to his office. He couldn't help but notice her hesitance to look up as they passed office workers and office slaves, some of whom glanced up to notice he had brought a scantily clad girl into work, some not noticing at all.

His own office slave smiled at them both warmly, wearing one of Roger's favorite outfits today, a see-through white blouse barely buttoned and a short black skirt.

"Good morning, Mr. Davis," she greeted Roger, taking his coat as he dropped Clarissa's hand.

"Good morning, Roxanne," Roger quickly took Clarissa's hand back, sensing her uneasiness. "This is what Mr. Craft called about yesterday. Her name's Clarissa, and on her account you'll have to reschedule any meetings this afternoon."

"Yes, Sir," Roxanne opened the door to his office as she hung his coat and then went back to her desk.

Roger showed Clarissa into his office, and helped her onto his desk as he sat down in his chair.

"I have a meeting in a few minutes, and then some paperwork, and then we'll get out of here," he explained.

"Yes, Sir," the girl answered automatically.

"While I'm in my meeting, I'll have Roxanne come in and stay with you," Roger continued as he searched his desk for some papers and then looked them over. "Feel free to play with her, ask her any questions..."

Clarissa watched as he stood up, and gently kissed her forehead.

"Just stay in the office for now - some of the workers here don't easily distinguish company-owned slaves from personal slaves, understand?"

"Yes, Sir," Clarissa nodded, and was rewarded with a smile.

"Good girl, I'll come right back after the meeting."

Shutting his office door behind him, Roger stopped at Roxanne's desk.

"Sir, I've rescheduled your meeting with Mr. Goldberg from this afternoon at 2:00 to tomorrow at 10:30," she smiled, as always.

"Thank you, Roxanne," Roger couldn't help but smile back. "While I go to the meeting this morning, would you stay in my office with Clarissa? She's pretty badly bruised from... I'm not sure what, but she enjoyed playing with Maggie yesterday, and I think she might enjoy playing with you."

"Not a problem, Sir," Roxanne grinned excitedly.

"Thank you, Roxanna. And please, if she asks any questions, about enslavement or me, or...anything, answer her honestly?"

"Of course, Sir," Roxanne nodded.

Roger smiled tightly as he went on his way to the conference room.

Clarissa smiled nervously back at Roxanne as she came into Roger's office. She looked about ten years older than her, and so much more confident.

"Hi, Clarissa," Roxanne sat down on the couch across from the desk. "Do you want to sit by me? Mr. Davis did order me to keep you company."

Clarissa blushed as she slid down from Roger's desk, her dress riding up just a little, and went to sit down right beside Roxanne.

"He said I could ask you questions," Clarissa said softly, watching Roxanne's arms slowly stretching out to envelope her.

"MMhmm," Roxanne agreed, "that's right. He told me to answer any question I could."

Roxanne waited a minute, holding the young girl in her arms before speaking up again.

"Do you have a question about your new master?"

"He says he's not my master," Clarissa said softly.

"He was very close to his last slave, I don't think he had even considered getting a new one before you turned up," Roxanne explained, gently tugging up Clarissa's dress, seeing the extent of her injuries for herself. "I think seeing how much you've been hurt by your former master, too, he just wants to be sure you want to be a slave before he declares ownership of you."

"I do want to be a slave," Clarissa watched her dress sliding up, blushing as she felt Roger's office slave's eyes on her whipped pussy.

"Even after being hurt like that?" Roxanne's voice didn't hide her shock.

"Yes," Clarissa breathed.

Roxanne kissed her cheek, "Show me."

Feeling Roxanne's arms releasing her, Clarissa stood and slipped her dress down, revealing her bruised and whipped breasts before lowering herself down onto her knees, legs spread shoulder width, her hands behind her head, her eyes up at the office slave.

"What do you want me to do, Clarissa?" Roxanne petted Roger's new slave's hair.

"I want to be used," she breathed, feeling her pussy dripping onto Roger's office floor.

"Lie down on Mr. Davis's desk, then," Roxanne gently commanded, and watched as the girl obeyed without hesitation. Still wearing her blue heels, she laid down across the length of the desk, her nipples hard and pointing to the ceiling as her spread legs gave Roxanne a perfect view. Standing beside her, Roxanne kissed the young slave from her neck to her cunt, up and down several times before finally pressing her lips against the girl's.

Clarissa looked up as Roxanne pushed up her skirt and climbed up onto the desk, straddling her. She could feel Roxanne's bald pussy dripping onto her own. Roxanne unbuttoned the few buttons on her blouse, and let her D cup breasts hang down as she got down on all fours, dangling them in Clarissa's face.

"Use your tongue," Roxanne whispered in her ear. Obediently, Clarissa stuck out her tongue and began to lash it out hungrily at the pair of breasts, tasting Roxanne's flesh and nipples as she shut her eyes, surrendering to Roxanne.

"Keep your eyes closed," Clarissa heard Roxanne say as her breasts rose too far away from her stretching tongue. Eyes closed, Clarissa's pussy throbbed in anticipation as she felt Roxanne turning around over her body.

"Keep your tongue out," Roxanne ordered as she straddled Clarissa's face. Once Clarissa's tongue was stuck out again, Roxanne began to lower her pussy down onto it.

"Good girl, let me fuck my pussy on your tongue," she moaned, pushing her pussy up and down Clarissa's tongue, over and over, faster and faster. Moaning louder, Roxanne took one of Clarissa's hands and guided it to her clit. Clarissa eagerly began to rub Roxanne's clit with a finger, listening to the office slave's moans, tasting her juices, until she erupted on her tongue, cumming and moaning loudly.

Clarissa kept her eyes closed and tongue out as Roxanne dismounted her.

"You are such a good slave, Mr. Davis is going to be so happy with you," Roxanne cooed in Clarissa's ear. "Go ahead and swallow my juices."

Happily, Clarissa obeyed, swallowing Roxanne's cum just before feeling her tongue on her pussy.

As Clarissa laid across Roger's desk, Roxanne began to lick and suck her dripping wet pussy. Her tongue fucked her pussy, darting in and out, the wiggled around. Roxanne's long fingernails dragged around her clit. Clarissa's breathing grew heavy as she was brought closer and closer to the edge.

"Cum for me, Clarissa," Roxanne encouraged between slurps of the slave girl's juices, "I wanna taste your slave juices!"

Clarissa suddenly erupted, squealing with pleasure as her juices rushed into Roxanne's slurping mouth. As her orgasm subsided, she heard a throat clearing.

Clarissa's eyes quickly opened, and saw Roger standing in the doorway with another man in a suit, both with bulges in their pants. Roxanne smiled and helped Clarissa sit up as the men came in, shutting the door behind them, and sat down on the couch. Roxanne, her blouse still unbuttoned and skirt still hiked high up, led Clarissa over to them.

"I see you two played well together," Roger smiled.

"Yes, Sir," Roxanne answered, smiling back as Clarissa blushed and glanced nervously at the strange man.

"So this is the new slave you're afraid to use?" The man reached out and gently brushed a finger against the lips of Clarissa's pussy, and showed Roger the juices he gathered. "It looks to me like she's ready."

"Clarissa," Roger turned away from his coworker, "this is my friend Bob Grady."

"Hello, Sir," Clarissa watched him quietly as he licked her juices off his finger.

"Roxanne, Bob seems to need some alleviation," Roger looked up and down his office slave, noticing the juices on her face and thighs. "His office slave isn't well today, and since I'll be out this afternoon, would you please go with him and help him out?"

"Certainly, Sir," Roxanne smiled politely. Bob gave Roger a look of disappointment as he stood up began to lead Roxanne out. Roger ignored him, instead staring at the slave he had just seen cumming on his desk into his office slave's mouth at her urging.

Clarissa wasn't sure if Roger was pleased or displeased with having discovered her on his desk like that. The longer he stared at her like that, though, the more her pussy continued to drip. Unable to look back at him, her gaze fell down, until it became fixated on his crotch.

"Are you ready to serve a master, again?" Roger's voice was gentle, yet still full of his authority.

"Yes, Sir," Clarissa stated with certainty.

"Kneel for me."

Without hesitation, Clarissa once more knelt in front of the couch.

"If you ever start to feel like you don't want to do something, you are to tell me. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Undo my pants and take out my cock."

Clarissa tried to hide her excitement as she reached out and undid Roger's pants and reached in for his cock. Roger chuckled softly, feeling her soft hands rubbing him gently as they guided him out, her eyes lighting up as she saw it for the first time.

"Clarissa, I need to cum, as you can see. You can suck me or rub me, swallow me or aim me at your tits, it's your choice."

"Yes, Sir," Clarissa breathed, rubbing both hands up and down his length, watching it as it continued to grow.

Roger allowed himself to relax as he watched Clarissa. He had let himself focus on her injuries yesterday, but today, as she began to lick his member from balls to tip, he could no longer deny her beauty, or how nice it was to have a slave who wanted to serve him and only him.

A low moan escaped his lips as Clarissa began to lick and suck his cockhead in her mouth, and her eyes darted up to look at his face. Roger smiled down at her, gently petting her long hair as she continued to suck and fill her mouth with his cock.

"Oh, I like that," Roger moaned.

Encouraged, Clarissa placed her hands on Roger's balls and began to massage them gently with her fingertips. Roger moaned some more, feeling his orgasm approaching sooner than he had expected as the girl's lips kept moving forward on his length, and he felt himself sliding down her throat. She was no novice to giving head, he had to realize, as young and innocent as she might look.

"That's it, keep going," Roger moaned loudly, both of his hands gently placed on the back of Clarissa's head. "Clarissa, I'm going to cum soon, you need to decide - do you want it in your belly or on your tits?"

He watched carefully as Clarissa kissed his balls with his cock entirely in her mouth and throat, before slowly sliding her face back. Panting a little, she rubbed her saliva into his cock, and aimed it at her breasts.

"Oh, fuck," Roger moaned as he felt his orgasm sending his cum out onto Clarissa's tits. He came hard, watching his seed squirting over the bruises and whip marks. As he finished, he noticed Clarissa looking at the same sight.

Leaning forward, Roger gently took Clarissa's hands off his cock and tucked himself back in. He watched Clarissa look up from the cum on her breasts, wanting to know how she could serve him next, yet not sure if she should ask.

"Why didn't you swallow my cum, Clarissa?" Roger asked, petting her hair yet again, wanting her to feel comfortable.

Clarissa looked up at him, not sure how to answer.

"I'd like to know why you preferred to have my cum on your titties instead of in your belly, Clarissa."

"I wanted to feel you on me, Sir," Clarissa answered as she looked into Roger's eyes.

Roger smiled, "Well, I do think it looks lovely on you."

The young slave couldn't hide her smile as she blushed.

"Put your dress back on," Roger glanced at the clock. "Let's get going to the doctor's."

Watching Clarissa dress carefully so that she wouldn't make a mess with his cum, Roger began to wonder other ways Clarissa was ready to be used in.