You Can Run But...

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The group walked into a conference room, everyone sitting in their appropriate places. James pointed at the chair behind his and snapped at it, wanting Blake to sit there for the meeting. He then motioned for her to write, which was essentially the whole reason why she was even brought in the first place. Once everyone was situated, the presentation started.

Three people each took turns speaking, presenting a grand idea for a business venture. They wanted their companies to work together in order to squash out another competitor. James listened intently to the conversation. However, Mr. Killenger seemed rather...distracted. His eyes kept switching between the presentation and Blake. He looked her up and down, his eyes hungry to see, to touch, whatever she had underneath.

Towards the end of the meeting, he leaned forward a bit to get a better look at her. James was seemingly unaware of what was occurring. His eyes continued to stay on the presentation.

Blake didn't hesitate to take a seat in the chair behind James, crossing her ankles and focusing on what was happening. She made sure to remember their names (the ones that were speaking of plans) and kept the notes as organized as possible, everything written in the order it was said and who it was said by. She was paying so much attention that she didn't realize how infatuated by her Mr.Killenger was until he actually leaned forward to get a better look at her.

She frowned, reaching down to tug the skirt of her dress down her legs as far as it would go. Blake was beyond uncomfortable with the way that he was looking at her but she wasn't sure that she should even speak up. James and Mr. Reed had both made it very clear that she shouldn't speak out of turn. But it had never been touched upon what she should do if someone other than James was showing interest in her.

Would James care if Mr.Killenger wanted to touch her? Blake didn't know and out of fear of upsetting James by speaking out of turn in front of a group of other wolves, Blake kept quiet and tried to ignore Killenger as much as possible. She focused her attention on her note taking, her heart racing faster as time wore on.

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As the meeting came to an end, everyone’s eyes turned to James. They were trying to figure out what he was thinking, what he thought of their proposal. While their idea was a bit of a risk, it could also give both companies incredible gains and it might even push out a mutual enemy of theirs. Though they knew their effort would be for naught if James were to reject it immediately.

His face was unreadable as he mulled over the idea for a few moments. Though finally he looked to Mr. Killenger, a smirk starting to come over his face. “Sounds like you have a solid idea here...I’ll have to look some things over, but I am extremely interested.”

As James spoke, there was a huge release of tension in the room, other members of the team smiling widely. Killenger moved to his feet. “That is fantastic, and of course, take the time you need to check it on your side.” With a quick hand motion, the rest of his team bowed to James before heading out of the room. While doing so, Killenger went for a bottle of whiskey. “Please have a drink with me.

James nodded and headed to his side, taking his glass and drinking from it. “Ah that is quite fine.”

“Well not as fine as your girl over there.” Mr. killenger said with a chuckle. “I wouldn’t mind taking her for a ride.”

Blake sat just as quiet as she had been for the entire meeting, her attention focused on her lap, the notebook shut neatly. The meeting had come to an end as soon as the other men left the room, Blake assumed. She chewed on the inside of her lip, trying her best not to intrude on the conversation taking place between James and Killenger.

It wasn't until Killenger mentioned her that Blake tuned in and her heart dropped at his words. A full-bodied shiver ran down her spine as she closed her eyes. She had known that something like this was going to end up happening, she had heard horror stories. Blake didn't even consider the idea that maybe James didn't want her to please Killenger in a physical way.

Her hands shook as she leaned down to set the notebook down on the ground before she slowly started to raise to her feet. Blake's legs were pressed tightly together as a tear rolled down her cheek. Her breathe caught as she forced herself to just do and not think about it as she reached around to unzip her dress. Blake was positive there was no other outcome for her and as she had been told time and time again, it was best to go along with something instead of fighting it tooth and nail.

Blake had never been with someone else, life had just been too focused on other things. Did she even bother to voice that in this moment? She briefly entertained the idea but she decided not to, remembering James' warning from the day before. She wasn't to speak out of turn and this certainly wasn't her turn.

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Killenger's eyes widen in anticipation as Blake moved to undo her dress. This was coming together much better than he had originally hoped for. And if he could get some time with this beautiful woman, he would be having quite the day.

James looked over at Blake coolly, clearly not pleased with how this was turning out. It was one thing for Killenger to speak crudely about his property, as they would do at times. It couldn't be helped when many of these slaves were used for sexual satisfaction. Though it was different issue when his own property started to move to follow another's commands, without permission. He held up his hand, motioning Blake to stop.

"I am afraid she is not available for others' use yet. I have not had my chance with her as I have only bought her recently. Though I apologize if my ignorant girl got your hopes up. Punishment will be in order for misconduct." James growled the last sentence, staring at Blake as he did so.

Killenger's smile seemed to drop, but he nodded understandingly. "I always like to take them the moment they get home...but I understand the benefit to waiting until they have...accommodated. Though hopefully she will not be punished too harshly, I would like to see her pretty face again." He chuckled

James nodded before setting his glass down. "Well I should be going now."

Blake froze when James motioned for her to stop. She hesitated for a moment, almost questioning him before she dropped her arms to her sides. She stood stiff, afraid of what she had clearly just done wrong. She had thought that she was doing the right thing by listening to Killenger but James' words were proof enough that she had messed up. She knew better than to speak despite how badly she wanted to apologize. She couldn't contain her whimper when James promised punishment. She hadn't been with him for very long at all but she had the feeling that whatever was coming her way would be horrible.

Reaching up a shaking hand, Blake wiped away another tear that had fallen. She knelt long enough to gather the notebook from the ground before she straightened back up. When James started for the door, Blake was quick to follow after him. Her heart was racing the whole way down to their vehicle, tears slipping down her cheeks. She wasn't full on sobbing but she was evidently terrified for what was coming.

As the vehicle pulled away from the building, Blake's lips parted as she went to apologize. "I-" the single syllable was all that she needed to be reminded that it wasn't her turn to speak. Blake gulped, pressing her back against the seat as she prayed to whatever God was listening. She hadn't meant for any of that to happen but it seemed like she had no way out.

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Once in the car, James leaned back into his seat. Immediately, his eyes closed and he stayed in this relaxed position the whole way home.

As the car turned around in the driveway, moving James in front of the door, his eyes opened. Once both him and Blake were out of the vehicle, he grabbed onto her and started to pull Blake into the mansion. "You need to learn how to follow instructions. You are under my control now. This means you do not act without my say so. You do not speak without my permission." He growled at her. "And when you do so, you will be punished until you can learn your lesson."

Blake was shaking like a leaf for the entire ride back to the mansion, her fear growing the closer and closer they grew to the home. She was utterly terrified because she knew that there wasn't a single thing that she could say that would better her situation. She wanted to apologize and explain what her thought process had been but she didn't dare, afraid it would end up pissing James off more than she had already managed to.

Following James out of the vehicle, Blake flinched as he reached for her. She swallowed around the lump of fear that had swelled in her throat, listening to him and hanging onto every word that he had to say. She held her breathe as if it would somehow stop this entire punishment from happening. Blake had no way of knowing what was coming her way but whatever it was, she was sure that it wasn't going to be pleasant.

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He headed through the mansion, quickly moving into the hallways and taking a confusing amount of turns. It almost felt maze like. Though when they finally made it to the end, he pushed open a door and threw her inside. A growl immited from his throat, slamming the door behind him before walking in. His foot went right into the middle of her chest, pushing her to the ground before pressing his boot into her. "Don't you dare fucking move."

Moving away from her, James walked into the room and browsed the items he had. The room was quite large, but it was easy to figure out why. Torture implements, sex toys, chains, and bondage items were hung up and placed in specific areas in the room. His eyes shifted over to the stock in the corner. He walked over to her, grabbing Blake by her hair and pulled her to the implement. He grabbed her arms and pulled her onto her feet, forcing her head and arms into it before locking it in place. "So tell me, are you some kind of sex crazed freak?" He snapped at her. "Unable to even wait until your master decides before you are ready to just have sex with whoever wants you?"

James moved down, grabbing her chin and forcing it up so that Blake was looking at him. "Answer me."

Blake found herself stumbling after James, unable to keep up with his fast pace. She whimpered as James opened a door, yelping as she was thrown inside. She started to sit up, nursing her wrist, only to freeze as James' foot pressed her backward. Her eyes widened as she looked up to James, her heart skipping a beat at his words. Blake had gone to nod her head, only to freeze mid-nod. She took his word seriously, reminding herself to not even blink. Her eyes stayed locked on the ceiling, unable to stop herself from shaking.

Crying out as James pulled her toward the corner of the room, she gasped as she was pulled to her feet. Blake bit back a sob as she was forced into the stocks, feeling like she was going to be sick. Gasping for air, Blake's vision blurred as she started to hyperventilate. She closed her eyes, trying to bring herself down to reality.

Her eyes flew open when James spoke to her, Blake sucking in a sharp breathe when he forced her to look at him. Blake couldn't even answer him, shaking her head as hard as she could in his grip. She sobbed, her shoulders sagging as a shudder ran down her spine. "N-N-No! I s-sw-swear. I h-haven't e-ever," Blake choked on her words, only making out James' outline. Her tears stained her cheeks. "I-I ju-just th-thought," she paused to drag in a breathe, her lungs burning. "T-To sw-sweeten the d-deal. I've h-heard st-stories," Blake stuttered out her explanation, her bottom lip wobbling. "Please," she pleaded, unable to even form a proper plea.

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"I don't care about the stories you heard, and what you think you should do. I gave you very specific rules. Do not speak without permission, do not act indecently. You must be kind to others but never act for another without my permission. You are MINE." He growled before slamming his hand down on her ass. James stepped away from her, looking up at the wall.

"I don't give a shit what the others want. I will decide what I want my property to do. And I do not want my property acting out, acting as whores." James reached out, grabbing a whip from the wall. "Though I will punish you the way one punishes a slut. And maybe next time you will think twice before giving yourself up for another." Walking back behind her, James pulled her bottoms down, baring her ass and pussy to him. "What you do, how you act, affects me. I will not have you acting in a way that looks poorly on me."

He slammed down the whip on her ass until it started to show a light pink. "Do YOU understand now?" He hit her again. "Answer quickly little slut. I don't like waiting."

Blake had understood her mistake the moment that James had made it clear that she had made a mistake. She had desperately wanted to show him how much she understood it but she didn’t and now, that fact was made that much more horrible. The fact that she hadn’t even been able to show how sorry she was to James was awful.

She squirmed, trying to close her legs in a way that would protect her pussy but it did no real good. Squealing with the first smack of the whip, Blake cried out with the subsequent ones. She choked on a sob when James spoke to her, nodding quickly.

“I-I do, sir. I-I-I’m sorry. It w-won’t h-happen again,” Blake rushed the words, not wanting to risk taking my too long and upsetting James for an entirely different reason.

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James looked at her cooly before moving back behind her. He dropped the whip to the ground, looking down at her nice red ass. "Though I have to admit...He was right about you. You do have quite the body and the face to match." He mumbled as his hand pressed down on her skin. Slowly, he traveled down to her pussy, his hand sliding along it and across her clit. "And you have the perfect pretty pussy."

He pushed a finger into her hole before pulling his hand away. "Maybe another time. I don't like rewarding bad behavior." James reached around, pushing his finger into her mouth. "Clean off my hand and promise me that you are going to be a good girl for your master."

Blake bit back a whimper at James' backward compliment, clamping her eyes tightly. She stiffened as his hand travelled further soft, not prepared to feel someone else touching her for the first time. She hadn't even realized that she was holding her breathe until she let it out in a harsh puff of air. She breathed the smallest sigh of relief when James pulled away, realizing that he wasn't actually planning on taking her right now.

Her face scrunched as James forced his finger into her mouth but she still obeyed, reluctantly sucking off his finger until he pulled away from her. Blake's eyes were still closed, even as she spoke. "I will be a good girl for you, master," she croaked, sniffling as she slowly started to calm down. Blake opened her mouth to elaborate further but she decided against it, not sure how James would take it if she did.

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James nodded to her as he took a moment to look over his property one last time. With that, he then walked out of the room, leaving Blake in the stocks. Already he was making plans for when he was going to bring Blake back, though hopefully next time would be much more enjoyable...

A half hour passed by before one of the female slaves slowly walked into the room. With her bright red hair and green eyes, she stood out, though the way she stood made it clear that she wished that was not the case. Her body was pulled into herself, the girl keeping her hands in close, her head down, her eyes looking at the ground. She was one of the youngest girls there, only 15. Slowly, she came forward and unlocked Blake from the stocks before stepping back. The girl stood there, patiently waiting for Blake to be ready to leave.

Blake let out a small whimper as the door all but slammed shut behind James. Her mind was running wild as she wondered what he could possibly be doing. She assumed that he was off to get something even worse to punish her with, maybe something that was so bad that it wasn't even kept in this room. She had no way of knowing what that could possibly be but it was the most likely to her. Startling when the door opened, Blake braced herself for what she thought was coming. When she spotted a young girl instead, Blake gulped, unsure of what could possibly be coming her way this time around.

She started to straighten when the girl let her out of the stocks. Blake hesitated for a moment before she straightened up, bending just long enough to pull her panties and pants back up her legs. She couldn't help but groan as the material brushed against her welts, gritting her teeth against the pain as she turned toward the young girl. Blake would do as the young girl directed her to, afraid to so much as step a toe out of line at this point.

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The girl, Aza, waited until Blake was ready to start walking before turning back to the door. Slowly, she made her way out of the room, being careful not to touch - or even look - at anything that was there. Once out, and the door was closed behind them, Aza visibly started to relax. Even so, it was clear there was much tension in the young girl. Her body was still stiff, and she still attempted to make herself smaller than she really was.

After a few steps down the hall, Aza looked behind her, checking that Blake was following before continuing through the mansion. After a few turns down the hallway, it became clear that they were making their way back to the entry of the house. Midway through their walk, Aza cleared her throat before beginning to speak. "Would you..." She let out a small whimper before starting over, this time speaking louder so it was easier to hear. "Would you like to eat or just head to your room?"

Blake moved as quickly as she could, a little nervous that she wasn't moving quickly enough. She was under the impression that Aza was a slave as well but she couldn't be too sure. With how badly she had managed to mess up, Blake didn't want to risk a single thing. She hadn't even thought about eating until Aza spoke, mulling over her options for only a moment. While she was hungry, Blake simply wanted to disappear into her room. She was afraid she would run into James or Mr.Reed who would surely have heard about her transgressions by now.

"Just my room, please," Blake answered, making sure to keep her voice quiet as well. She was exhausted, there wasn't much energy left in her after her day. "Does... I, does Master need me for anything else tonight? If you know, sorry," Blake rushed her apology when she realized Aza may not know and she didn't want to concern the girl if she didn't - it wasn't as if Aza should and now she just felt silly for even bothering to ask. She simpl wanted to know whether she could fall asleep or not.

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Aza looked back at Blake, a little surprised by her question. This was clear by the way her eyes widen at the woman. But she quickly shook her head and looked back forward at the walls. Why would this woman know how it was here? She was new, wasn't she? Aza wasn't too sure since she was normally kept away from the others and simply did as she was told. "N-no. Master will not need you for the rest of the night." Aza whispered. "After punishment, master lets them rest, usually." She bit on her lips, as if she wanted to say something. Though Aza swallowed her words.

With that being decided, Aza started to make her way towards the slaves' quarters. It wasn't long until they were in the hallway. Moving to the side, her back pressed against the wall, Aza looked up at her before glancing down the hallway. "Your room should be down here..." She said as her head dropped again, looking at her feet. "Do you need anything else?"

Blake couldn't help how curious she was about Aza's comment and before she could even think to stop the question, it slipped from her mouth. "Usually? What else.. should I know?" She asked, for the first time ever feeling like she might get some sort of answers from Aza. It had seemed like Mr. Reed and James himself both wanted her to be somewhat clueless about what could happen though she supposed that she hadn't actually asked either of them about punishments or anything of that nature.

She looked up to Aza, a small frown on her lips. It was the first time she was getting a proper look at the young girl and if she ahd to guess, Aza had to be quite a bit younger than her. That made her sick to think about but even now, she knew there wasn't a single damn thing she could do about any of it.