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It was Friday night and curiosity got the better of him. He jumped into his car and parked beneath shrubbery, and unkempt trees, marked "Government Property. Keep Out."

Summer spent the rest of the evening curled up on the couch, crocheting a blanket. She had been through a breakup a year earlier, and she wasn't anxious to start dating.

Mack watched the house, noting that her car was in the driveway, thinking, maybe one of the boys in the crowd secured a date with her.

He stayed for another hour, wondering about her, and then caught a glimpse by the window. She's home, he thought, jubilant that she wasn't out on a date. He returned home to review the photos again, wondering about her. He thought, she's very pretty, and too cute to spend a Friday night alone, and he wondered what her story was.

He saved her photographs to a backup drive, imported several to Photoshop, and worked to place her image into scenes that pleased him.

Mack was quite talented with the software, and he smiled thinking, sometimes I use my power for good, and sometimes I use it wickedly. He surveyed the finished images and licked his lips, filled with desire.

Summer procured the bartending job at Dungeon, and she danced in the living room, still holding the phone. Mack stood in the shadows, filming her through the bay window. He had no idea what she was dancing for, but he was excited for her.

She jumped up and down, singing "I'm gonna make my mortgage payment!" She was relieved and thrilled that she wasn't going to default.

Mack left and went to check on his investment property. He pushed the large oak doors open, strode a long hallway, and ordered a soda. Then he went to the back office for a meeting with Daniel.

The manager spoke at length about small touches added to the bar, then moved on to repairs, and finally discussed new hires.

Mack froze when he saw her photo attached to an application, and he asked, "Who is she?"

"She's a new bartender I just hired. Her name is Summer Spencer."

Mack stared at the tiny picture in the upper corner of the page. "She's making minimum?"

"Yes."

"Double it."

Daniel winced, arguing, "We don't even know if she can do the job yet, Mack."

"I don't care. Double it," he ordered.

"Yes, sir," he acquiesced. "You're the owner. " Daniel scribbled the salary boost on her application, and started the paperwork.

Mack left the establishment feeling turbulent. He picked up a bottle of wine, and returned to his home office to review her photos again.

He stared hungrily, thinking, I don't know why I'm surprised that she landed a job at Dungeon. She has to work somewhere. Besides, this affords me a rare opportunity. I'd been wondering how to make a move, without getting shut down, he thought, like the band of admirers on the beach. Now I know how.

He spent the evening designing an invitation for a private party, to be held in a room which was currently closed.

Prior to the purchase and remodel of the property, Dungeon had been a prison. Several of the back rooms still had bars on the entrance. His lips curled into an evil smile, picturing him imprisoning her there.

Summer tried on several dresses for her first night at work, but nothing seemed quite right. She went across the street to call on her neighbor, Rosie. Approaching the front door, she talked to herself, Rosie is a free spirit. She goes clubbing way more than I do. Maybe she has something I can wear.

Rosie hauled her into the bedroom, and rifled through her closet, saying, "I'm so jealous! You're going to work at Dungeon?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"It's only the hottest club in town. It used to be a jail."

"Let's hope it won't be again," Summer laughed nervously.

"Here." Rosie handed her several hangers, saying, go try these on."

"Okay."

She went into the master bathroom while Rosie waited, perched on the edge of the bed.

"Oh my freaking God," Summer shrieked behind the door. "Rosie, this isn't just a dress, it's a declaration of war! I can't wear this!"

"It's a declaration that is going to get big tips pouring in, Summer. You're wearing it."

"I can't! Look at me. The slit in this red velvet is all the way up to there! I look like I belong in the red light district. Don't you have anything less seductive?"

"Nope," she smiled, handing her stiletto pumps. "Come back before work and I'll do your makeup."

Summer was already pulling on the dress, wishing for more material, and trying to think of some way to close the slit by at least two inches. "Okay, thanks... I think."

"You'll do great, Summer. Wear it," Rosie insisted while she changed back into street clothes.

Summer returned home and hung the dress in her closet. She had the urge to bury it, and pretend she'd never seen it, but she tried it on again, hoping it wouldn't seem so bad. She turned, in stiletto heels, checking her reflection, and muttering, I'm a freaking advertisement for sex.

On Monday, she clocked out at the sub shop, without enough time to go home and change. She retrieved the dress and heels from her car, and changed in the bathroom, trying to figure out how she was going to walk out of her day job looking like that. She had thought to bring a large raincoat, which covered her partially, and she pulled the collar up high, keeping her head low.

She pushed the door open and made it half way to the exit, when she heard catcalls from the kitchen. "Summer? Is that you?"

She froze, horrified.

"Show us the dress! We need a thrill!"

She screwed up her courage, and turned to flash, them with eyes riveted to the floor.

"Wowee! I want to go out with you!"

Summer blushed furiously and blew through the exit, hot-footing it to her car, and took a moment to collect herself, thinking, I'm gonna kill you, Rosie. I'm probably gonna get fired for this.

She went straight to Dungeon and arrived just in time. Summer heaved a relieved sigh, and pushed the oak doors open. Many heads turned, and she caught the glares from jealous womenfolk. She took a deep breath and took her place behind the bar.

Dungeon packed up fast, and she maintained a fast and furious pace, mixing drinks and enjoying the music. After a while, she forgot the catcalls and stares, and focused solely on her job. At closing time, she smiled, knowing that she belonged there. She had served the spring break throngs without mishap, thinking, Now I can go home proud of myself.

She cleaned the bar, restocked fruit trays, and headed for the door, where a bouncer handed her the invitation for a private party. He said, "Boss wants you to work the party. They go all night, so be prepared."

Summer took the invitation, saying, "Thanks, I will."

She fell into bed emptying pocketfuls of napkins, with names and numbers scrawled on them."

She called Rosie, asking, "What do I do with all of these?"

"Throw them out, sweetie. Unless you remember a particular man you want to meet, pitch them. They're garbage."

"Really?"

"Trust me," Rosie issued, "If someone really wants your attention, they will make it known."

"Okay, thanks girl. Can you help me shop for some new outfits?"

Rosie laughed, "I told you, the crowds would love the dress."

"You were right. I think I made more in tips than I did my entire shift at the sub shop."

For the private party, she picked out black velvet shorts and a crop top, paired with a baseball cap and matching heels.

She went to work at the party with more confidence than she'd had on her first night.

Summer started to duck behind the bar, when the bouncer, Stefan, caught her elbow, and led her down a dark hall to the back. He stopped, stood behind her, and wrapped a blindfold around her eyes, saying, "Boss wants you to wear this."

Summer was angry, asking, "Just who the heck is ‘boss' anyway?" Stefan didn't reply. Instead he snapped cuffs around her wrists, behind her back.

He pressed a button, and barred doors slid open. He led her into darkness, and deposited her in an uncomfortable seat, in the middle of a room. She could tell by the echo of her heels clicking against cement, that it was a large room.

"Stefan, this is going too far. Suppose you tell me what the hell's going on here!"

Again he didn't answer. She listened to his footfalls retreat, and the doors slid shut behind him.

She sat shivering, hearing nothing but silence, and she was terrified.

After some time, she listened to the footsteps of a man approaching her. He stopped inches away, issuing, "Hello, Summer. I'm so glad you could make it tonight."

"How about you take me back to the bar where I'm working a private party, or I'm going to scream bloody murder?"

"No need, Summer. You're at the private party."

"I don't understand, so make it make sense!"

Mack watched her rage build, with her breasts heaving, her voice forceful, masking her terror, dressing him down, and he thought, God, she fucking beautiful.

"You are the private party, Summer."

He watched his words rankle through mind and explode in realization.

"What?"

"You didn't read the invitation?"

"No! The invitation was for guests. I'm working the party. I'm not a guest!"

Mack retrieved the invitation, reading, "You are cordially invited to Captive Slave Night, hosted by Mack. This will be a night of scintillating new experiences." He paused, drinking in her discomfort, and continued, "Admit party of one."

Again he watched his words register, and Summer got to her feet, running in the direction Stefan had brought her, and screaming to bring the roof down.

Mack caught her in his embrace and lifted her in his arms. She fought, wriggled, and writhed, trying to escape, and let go a hysterical scream. He set her on her feet, pressed her back to the wall, and covered her lips with his own.

Summer froze, and he kissed her hard, with his free hand exploring her curves, and she jerked her face away, asking angrily, "What do you want from me?"

Mack held her chin, forcing her gaze back to him, and growled, "Your surrender."

Again, he kissed her hard, and she warred against the crackling heat beginning between her legs. Summer gathered her strength, waiting.

For a moment, he stepped back to watch her struggling, and she tried to kick him squarely in the nuts. Her aim was off, and he smirked at her, saying, nice try. He fastened her spread-eagle against the wall, and she bit back insults poised to roll off her tongue.

Mack stared for a long moment. He had known she wouldn't go down easy, but he had severely underestimated her fight. He'd watched her tiny body, twisting and turning at his every move, and thought, she's really determined, and he marveled at the strength contained in such a small package, knowing with one false move, he would be a dead man. He licked his lips hungrily, thinking, what a little powerhouse.

He grabbed the waistband of her velvet shorts, and tore them off with one hard yank.

"I'll kill you before you can take anything from me," she spat.

His full lips curled into a sardonic smile, and he went nose to nose with her, so close she could feel his breath, as he said, "I mean to take nothing, which you do not offer freely, little one, but you will offer yourself to me freely, I assure you."

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen, so surrender the idiotic idea and release me," she seethed.

"That I cannot grant," he stated, and laid against her.

Her back pressed against the cool wall and it made her shiver. Having regained a bit of her senses, she decided to reason with him.

"Listen, you seem like a reasonable man," she paused to force the words out, swallowing hard. "and it seems there is something you want from me. Maybe we can strike a deal."

Mack was amused, and he let her continue. "What did you have in mind, Summer?"

"Well, you cannot have my surrender, but maybe I have something else you might want. Name it."

He ran an ostrich feather down her curves, and whispered, "I hate to disappoint you, but nothing less will do."

He fisted her crop top and tore it from her body. Summer fought with renewed vigor, and he kissed her neck, bruising her there, with his hands around her petite waist, and he crushed her tiny form to his own.

Mack stripped from leather pants and laid against her, bare skin to bare skin. He stroked her body, learning her hills and valleys, and an electric heat exploded in her nether regions. He felt her confusion, and every bit of her intensity, as he kissed her face and neck, working his way down.

Summer breathed raggedly, losing focus of her purpose. He suckled her nipple, and buried his face in her breasts, squeezing them against his cheeks. He kissed her belly, kneading her aching breasts, and she whimpered with longing.

Mack cupped her dainty pussy, feeling the heat and wetness between her thighs, and he suckled her neck, asking, "Do you want me, little one?"

She regained her senses and looked away, denying her passion.

"Okay," he whispered. He removed her blindfold, and then stepped away to retrieve a remote. He flipped a switch and large pictures, easily three feet by three feet, were illuminated hanging on the walls.

Summer stared for a moment and realized that she was the subject, thinking, how does he have photographs that I never posed for?

She focused on the first one, a photo of her laying on her back, between the legs of a man holding a leash, secured to a leather collar around her throat. He knelt over her, holding his hard cock to her lips. She seemed willing, accepting, almost relishing her fate, with parted lips.

Summer turned stunned eyes to him, and was shocked to be staring at the sexiest man she'd ever met. She was winded, and fought to get her breath.

Mack stood close to her side, letting his hands roam her body, and she focused on the second photograph on the wall. She wore a corset, with her nipples peeking over the top, and nothing else. She knelt between the leather clad legs of a man, holding a riding crop to her buttocks, his free hand fisting her hair, with her lips wrapped around his hard, thick length, with her eyes closed, as though lost in abject lust.

Mack studied her face as she took in the photos, with dilated pupils, which spoke of excitement.

She studied the third photograph where she was depicted kneeling over the face of a buxom blonde. The woman held a huge dildo poised at her pussy, and Summer knelt before a man with his hard cock buried in her mouth. He fisted her long hair, holding her in place.

She knew that she should be horrified, telling herself, look away! But she couldn't tear her eyes from the pictures, and her volatile cunt throbbed in anticipation.

Finally, she turned to Mack, asking, "How did you? These can't be me. I mean, they are, but..."

He kissed her again, and stroked her inner thigh, while she inhaled the photographs trying to make sense of this.

Summer tried again, "Who's the man?"

"Not man," he corrected her, "Men."

"Men? Plural," she asked, not sure why that bothered her, given the content hanging on the walls.

"Men," he affirmed.

He pointed to the first photo, saying, this Summer is a true submissive. Her master's happiness is what matters most to her. She's terribly in love with the man who holds her fate in his hands. His passion is paramount, and she will sacrifice herself, to give it to him. He holds her in his heart, safe, cared for, loved, above all else. I can only hope to entertain this Summer one day.

"The second one," he said, pointing to the middle picture, is Summer brought to heel. She knows that if she misbehaves, there are consequences, delightful as they may be. She is being punished, for the naughty submissive she is, and she kneels before her master, accepting her punishment, knowing that she was wrong. She is longing to make it up to him in every way he desires."

He turned her chin and kissed her roughly, sliding his palm down her abdomen, all the way down between her thighs, and stroked her clitoris, with her own wetness, and whispering, "I knew you would approve."

She tried to shake her head violently, to deny that she felt anything, knowing that she should be nothing short of outraged, even as her body betrayed her, and he held one hand on the back of her head, not letting her turn away.

He sank a finger into her soaking wet cunt, fingering her depths, and whispering, "Deny it all you want, sweet slave. Your body tells me the truth."

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to drive the pictures from her eyes, but they were firmly etched in mind, and he sank three fingers into her clutching canal, driving her past all of her boundaries.

Summer writhed to his touch, longing for him to fill her with all of his thick hardness, and he pulled back and slammed his fist into her volatile pussy. She vibrated, desperately needing to climax, and he stopped.

Her eyes flew open wide, and he looked into her soul, asking, "Do you need me to fulfill you?"

She slammed her eyes shut, unable to look at him and lie, and she whispered raggedly, "No."

Mack let her suffer for a long moment, drinking her in, with her features contorted, knowing she was moments from breaking, and he gripped her chin, kissed her hard, and drove his steely length into her, causing her to cry out. "Please!"

He pummeled her pussy, driving into her as deeply as she could take him, and he brought her right to the edge of insanity, and then stopped. He laid against her, placed a finger to her fiery clitoris, and asked, "Do you offer yourself freely, sex slave?"

Summer broke, arching her spine, inviting him to plunder her willing cunt, but he stood back, and asked, "Do you offer yourself freely for my pleasure, slut?"

"Yes, please," she cried.

Mack fingered her clitoris, stroking fast and hard, asking, "Do you surrender?"

"Yes! I surrender!"

And he drove his rock-hard cock into her, balls deep, and harder than he'd intended. Summer screamed, as her soaking wet cunt contracted on his throbbing cock. She collapsed against him, and he held her up, and released her wrists and ankles.

She was limp and exhausted. Mack carried her to a bed, and stretched out next to her. She snuggled into him, while he administered her aftercare. After several hours of rest, he turned to her, and asked, "Will you stay with me?"

She turned confused eyes to him, saying, "I don't know what you're asking."

He paused for a long moment, thinking it over, and said, "I want you to move in with me... and stay."

Summer sat up on the bed, hugging her knees, weighing her options, and finally took a leap of faith. "Yes, Master. I'll stay."

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