Free Human Commodity by Candace Smith Page B

said she’d be trained to be a maid.”   Tony hung his head in defeat and sobbed.
    Clarett smiled triumphantly, and walked back and handed Damon the crop.   Their eyes met in an aroused beat, and Clarett glanced quickly at the well-endowed outline of his erection.   She whispered, “ You better grab me, Master... and there better be an empty room close by.”
    “No problem,” Damon murmured.
    “Shit, Phillip.   What the hell do we do with him?” Eddie asked.
    “Excuse me.”   Clarett approached them.   She had won them over to some degree, she decided.   “Mr. Sanford?”
    “Yes?”   Mason wondered what the extraordinary girl was thinking.
    “Grab the sister.”
    “No,” Tony shrieked.
    “Grab the sister and train them as a pair.   There are no parents to worry about investigating, and I imagine you could find a buyer willing to pay a hefty amount for the kinky siblings.”   Tony continued shrieking, and Clarett rolled her eyes.   “Excuse me, sir.”
    She stormed over to the man, grabbed his bruised penis and twisted it sharply.   “Shut up.   You said you wanted to stay together with your sister, asshole.”
    As the room cleared out, with Rodrigo leading the shocked silent man to a cage in seclusion, Damon held a door for Clarett.   He watched her tight ass as she strode down the hallway.   “In here.”   She backtracked to a small empty office with only a small desk and a chair.
    Her hands deftly opened the leather pants, and Damon groaned as a black polished nail scraped the length of his shaft.   Pre-cum oozed impatiently through his slit, and the girl stroked her tongue across the surface of the purpling bulb.   “Oh… god.   God damn ,” Damon groaned.
    Clarett sucked the cap into her mouth while her hands reached under the waistband of his breeches.   Damon lifted his ass, forcing length down her throat, and she sucked greedily while they pulled his pants off him.   Shit… she’s got me halfway down her throat , Damon acknowledged.   That was level four training.   Clarett recognized the tightening sack of impending release, and she lifted her lips off his cock.
    “Not yet,” she teased.
    Damon watched, open-mouthed, while the girl spread her groomed pussy and smeared the copious amount of cream along her slit.   She turned and bent forward, and smiled over her shoulder while she lubricated her ass.   Damon was trembling, and the girl spread her thighs to the outside of his, rose, and sank down in agonizing slowness.   She reached for his hands, and place one on a breast and the other between her spread thighs.
    Damon busied himself with her clit, plunging his fingers into a dripping channel.   The girl did not rise and pump his cock in and out.   Instead, she gripped and released her internal muscles, driving him mad.   “Master?   You know what I want.”
    “We’ve never had a Dominatrix.   We don’t trade men,” he ground out.
    “Who the hell says I need to work a man?” Clarett asked.   “I can work both sides of the fence… all sides of the fence.   Fuck, Master… I can work the whole pasture.”
    Clarett finally began riding his cock, while gently squeezing testicles trapping fluid with their swollen tightness.   Damon groaned, “Fuck me… oh, damn… fuck me ,” and he exploded what felt like a week’s worth of load into her tight ass.
    In the end, Clarett won her position as trainer.   Between her extraordinary display the first day and convincing the partners that training some of the women to eat pussy would increase their commodity value, she became an integral part of their outfit… and she moved into Phillip’s quarters on the eleventh floor.
    She still met Damon for trysts… hell, she had been through half the trainers, but Damon was still her favorite.   Phillip held the key and security to her future, though.   He was also the only available man she could express her talents with.
     
    “Clarett,” Phillip whined.   She