Free Human Commodity by Candace Smith Page A

the ‘woman’ by her hair, and dragged her over to Phillip.   “You do screen these, don’t you?”
    Phillip’s eyes widened, and he tried to think of who the girl was.   Sandra something.   He nodded his head.   “The contract information reads Sandra Wilson… though I don’t remember her being so tall.”
    Damon dragged the ‘girl’ to the center of the floor.   Clarett was still standing nude and calmly watching the scene with only building arousal pulsing in her gaze.   Damon said, “Get those two strapped down, Bill.   Terry and Rodrigo, over here.”
    What happened next was a thrashing battle as the trainers disrobed the ‘woman’.   Clarett backed into Mason’s knee, and while her eyes remained focused on the wrestling men, she said, “Excuse me, Mr. Sanford.”
    Mason reached out and pulled the girl onto his lap, and she remained sitting quietly focused on the disruption while he played with her breasts.   His hand stopped moving, and everyone sat forward when a belted tight strap between thick thighs came into view.   Damon pulled off the band, and an averaged sized withered cock and balls dropped down.
    “Fuck me!”   Phillip looked up at Clarett, who was staring at Damon and willing for his permission.
    The men wrestled restraints onto the man, and secured him to the wall.   Damon grabbed a crop and held it out to the girl seated in Mason’s lap.   “Go ahead, Spike.   Show me what you have.”
    “Clarett, Master.”   That made her nervous, but she had to begin to demand the same respect as the trainers for them to take her seriously.   She knelt down in front of the chained man and grabbed an ankle.   Clarett snagged the ankle of the wailing girl hanging next to him, and latched the two together.   She did the same on the other side, leaving him spread-eagle against the wall.
    Clarett picked up the crop and stood, and she ran it slowly down the bound man’s chest.   Phillip… hell, all of them… had not taken their fascinated eyes off the girl.   The man spat at her, and she wiped the puddle off her shoulder.   In a quick move, she stepped back and lashed the crop down on his hanging penis.
    “Aayeee,” the man screamed.
    “Who are you?” the girl demanded.
    “Aah… aah…” the man gulped for breath through his pain.
    Clarett swept the crop up through his balls, and Phillip’s eyes narrowed as they separated and briefly bulged on either side of the perfect strike.   “Who the fuck are you?”
    “Tony,” he blurted.   “Tony Wilson.”
    The crop sliced sideways across his thighs, and Phillip placed a hand over his crotch.   God, she’s magnificent .   Phillip had never experienced such desire for any of the women they had contracted.
    He missed Eddie’s nudge to Mason as they turned to watch their friend’s mesmerized face.   “Shit, Eddie.   He’s practically drooling.”
    “We may have discovered a secret our friend has been unaware of,” Eddie smiled.   Over the years, Mason and Eddie discussed their partner.   Phillip would enjoy occasional slaves… but, something seemed to be missing.   They were afraid his restrictive upbringing had squelched his enjoyment for their trade.
    “Why the fuck are you here?” Clarett demanded.   The trainers were standing behind her, nodding their heads in approval.   The girl was obviously accomplished.
    Clarett raised the crop, and Tony blurted, “Sandy’s my twin sister.   Mom and dad kicked us out, and we figured that with the money Sandy could get as a contract, we could set ourselves up somewhere.   She chickened out when the transport papers arrived.”
    Clarett stalled.   Shit… shit, what should I ask him, now?   She slammed the crop down on his red swelling organ, and waited for the shriek to end.   “Bullshit.   You knew they’d figure it out.”   She nodded to no one in particular behind her.
    “No… I swear… oh, god.   Sandy signed up for domestic cleaning.   The lawyer