5 The Van two houses - Sex Stories

5 The Van two houses

... Every single one of you, and I know how much they are. I hereby command you to bring me half it it, in a nondescript bag. You have fifteen minutes to return to this room with it.” In less than one minute the whole room was empty, save Sarah. In less than five minutes, everyone was back, and there were 15 duffle bags and day packs in the middle of the room. “The other half of the punishment money is yours to keep.” he told them. “Go shopping with it. Buy stuff for yourselves, stuff that you want. No cars, and only one third of the money may be spent on lingerie for men to look at.” “Andrea, would you come here, please?” Brian asked one of the girls. She was about twenty, with long dark hair and brilliant green eyes. She had the most modest clothing on as well. Instead of push up or half-cup bras, she was wearing an opaque red kimono, fully closed. Nothing could hide the hourglass of her figure, and anything she wore would be sexy, even gray sweats. Small wonder she was here. “Andrea, you were tricked into the van, weren't you?” he asked gently. “You didn't go over to it by yourself, did you? Brad brought you to his van and didn't tell you what would happen once you got in.” “Yes, that's true.” she said, her eyes tearing up. “It was the worst thing that ever happened to me.” “Do you want to be free?” he asked. She looked at him hopefully. “Do you want to take your punishment money and walk away from this life forever?” “Is that possible?” she asked. “I think so.” he said. ...

... “For your sake, I truly hope so. I know how much you don't want to be here. I know how much taking you would strengthen me, and I'm not willing to pay that price, even if Brad was.” Brian led her to the door and out to the van. Inside, he made her kneel before him, while he sat in the Captain's chair. He took a dog collar and leash out of his pocket, something he'd brought with him from Rebecca's house. Their terrier could get new ones, if she didn't have a spare already. He took the kimono off her, exposing her nakedness as she knelt, then buckled the collar around her neck. I was blue and studded with fake gemstones. “Brad took you, but I own you now.” he told her. “Sayit, if it's true.” “Brad took me, and you own me now.” she repeated. He clipped the shiny metal chain leash to the collar at the throat, then ran his hand the length of the chain to find the leather handle, letting her feel the tug of it. “I own your mouth, your pussy, and your ass.” he smiled at her. “I own your heart, mind, and soul, too.” “Yes sir.” she said, then he got up and led her out of the van and back into the house. “Kneel.” he ordered her, pointing to a spot in the middle of the floor. He made a show of putting the leash on the floor in front of her, then went over to the biggest duffel bag and zipped it open. He took her day pack out of the pile and pit it into the duffel and brought it over to her. He picked up her leash and showed her the handle. “I'm going to remove that collar forever, if you ...