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   Subcontractor Chapter Five: "Quote the Queen." by Subjukate

   Over and over again.  "I am my father's daughter and I am not afraid of
anything."

   "A subjugate that quotes queens.  What an odd combination." He said this
offhandedly while straightening his jacket in the foyer to the grand
ballroom.

   She had walked wordlessly behind him from the kitchen to the foyer in
her stocking feet.  She now took pause to put on shoes.  Instantly she was
four inches taller and walked substantially more slowly.  It took a moment
to adjust to the tilt of her hip and the balance on the balls of her feet.

   She was nervous.  He pretended he didn't care.  Strength in a master is
mandatory.  To waver now would be a betrayal to them both.

   Once again she faced massive doors that seemed native to the Hunter
household.  These were made of iron, and she could not see the hinges. 
When he opened this door for her, she expected that odd sound of wailing
women that she heard before, but these doors were silent.  She heard only
the word that he whispered as she passed him.  "Hungry?" he asked.

   She tried desperately not to call attention to herself and was grateful
to walk behind Jack in the comfort of nine paces.  They walked down the
side of the room out of the way of the guests to that little alcove where
the Baron sat.  In the far distance she could hear the on-goings of the
guests, but she had seen it all before and it didn't interest her.

   She knelt and kissed the Baron's feet.  The Baron smiled at her and
placed his hand on her head.  Then he gazed at Jack, who stood behind her.

   "Have you reached an agreement?" The Baron asked.

   "Complete and utter surrender for life," Jack said to him clearly.

   The Baron's face altered slightly, and Arcanna recognized it as
well-concealed surprise.  "Is that true, Mrs.  Murphy?  Have you really
agreed to complete and utter surrender?

   "I have."

   "Until death?"

   "Yes."

   The Baron looked at his nephew with great and uncharacteristic pride. 
"That's very good, Jack," he said under his breath.

   "Let it be known that Jack has given me suitable restitution for the
possession of this woman.  Subsequently, since they have come to an
agreement, it is necessary for me to pass the responsibility of her
subjugation to this man." He took a long breath and stroked her hair.  "As
you served your late husband, Mrs.  Murphy, you have been a strong and
loyal servant to me and my household.  Giving you up is not a thing I do
lightly.  I know that you will be happy in your new station, but don't
think that I won't miss you." And then he looked at Jack, who kneeled
beside her.

   With a hand on each of their heads the Baron said softly, "May you never
know a suffering that you cannot bear, a pleasure for which you cannot be
grateful, or a day without each other.  May your union bring to you the
fullness of life, and the completion of your souls.  May this relationship
bring you comfort, courage and strength.  May you know the liberation of
the spirit, and the shape of your hearts.  See now that true love has no
body, save for the one we give it.  Become the temple of all that is whole,
complete and true.  Become that powerful force to be reckoned with.  Be
master and servant.  I charge you to serve each other, placing it before
all else, all the days of your life.  Say you will."

   In one voice they said, "I will."

   "By the power that has been vested in me by those I serve, we recognize
your union.  Jack, you have three days to provide for your servant a
permanent symbol of your dominance.  Remember always that it is not the
symbol that signifies your partnership, it is the commitment in your
hearts."

   "Yes, sir," Jack said, standing again.

   As he helped Anna stand, the Baron said to Jack, "Are you two going to
stay for the rest of this soiree or are you going to go hide somewhere?"

   "Actually, Anna has a deadline to meet in the morning, so it'd be better
if we didn't stay.  Please pardon us, uncle."

   "Oh, no, no, no, no.  I understand completely.  There is no hurry. 
There will be time to catch up later and by then, you will have had time to
settle."

   Anna looked particularly pleased to hear this.  Secretly she had been
dreading the very idea of entertaining on a social scale.  Relief crossed
her face, and she gave Jack a grateful smile.  Looking down she said, "I
need to examine the walls of this room.  I don't know what's behind them
and I can't present my networking strategy without that information."

   "Well, then," the Baron said, "You'd better get to work, hadn't you?"

   They walked carefully past the guests.  Anna took a new interest in
their activities.

   She examined the work of Brigetta and her husband.  It appeared that
Brigetta had several of the girls pin him to the floor with their bodies
while she crouched over him, forcing him to lick her cunt.  One of the
girls had taken his cock in one hand and another licked his balls.  He was
panting, this close to his own orgasm, and Brigetta took great pleasure
from the nearness of it.

   Such terrible ecstasy...  repeated en masse all over the room, but Anna
had no want for it, yet.

   Hadyn and Merri were no were to be seen.  Anna suspected that they were
probably somewhere in the house making an awful racket.  She hoped they
were comfortable.

   Once in the foyer, she removed her shoes and carried them.  She walked
behind Jack and enjoyed the sway of his kilt.  She followed him wordlessly,
never questioning their destination.

   He took her to an unused wing of the house.  The lights were off, and
she noticed that the floor was absent of furniture.  At the end of a very
long hall was a very large room.

   She could see in the dimness; the moon had risen and illuminated the
room through a wall of windows at one end of the room.  She noticed it had
an old slipper bathtub in it, and a sink along one wall.  She could see the
garden, and the tree older than her family name.

   She knew if she looked behind her, there would be a bed, a desk with
computer, and an old armoire.  She knew this was Jack's section of the
house.  This was his home.

   "Welcome to my domain," he said to her ear.  He turned her to face the
bed she expected to see.  It was not the four-poster monstrosity she was
expecting.  It had a massive wooden inlay headboard but no footboard.  It
was covered with a quilt sewn by pious women in a previous generation.  She
knew the feel of the sheets just by looking at the bed.

   The room was furnished simply and almost bare.  It was clear that he
valued the comfort of a long bath and a deep and restful sleep.

   She was disappointed though.  She was hoping for a bed worthy of
binding.

   He stood her on a chair so that she towered above him and her gender was
at eye level.  He began the unlacing of the corset.  He unhooked the
garters and worshipfully rolled the stockings down her legs.  He kissed the
sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs and shamelessly sniffed her
crotch.

   "Be still," he said.  He used the little knife strapped to his leg to
cut the undergarment that previously had held her open.  He rubbed the
marks it had left behind and shook his head.

   "Wait here," he said, leaving the room.  He returned with a tin of olive
oil salve which he rubbed into the troublesome marks the garment made.

   "Do you think I could arrange for an extension for my estimate?" Arcanna
asked.

   "No.  I don't." He removed the corset and beheld her luminous nakedness.

   "Jack, please?"

   "Begging won't help you now.  Hands over your head, please." He kissed
the skin just beneath her breast and pondered the exact color of her
nipple. It had hardened to a small point.  They had flowers in the garden
that were that exact shade of mauve.  Its petals were as tender, but the
flower was not nearly as fragrant as her skin.

   Her eyes closed, and she widened her feet on the chair, making her
gender more available to him.  So very willing.  So very obedient.  So very
his.

   He circled her so that he would be able to lick the crease between her
buttocks.  He parted her so that he could lick the pink and clean ass hole.
He delved deeper and discovered that yet again, she wanted him badly.

   "J-Jack.  Please?"

   "You made a commitment, Arcanna, and you will keep it, but you will
pleasure me first."

   "Thank you, sir."

   He smiled in the darkness, and she could feel it against her skin.  It
thrilled her.

   "My bed has no footboard," he murmured into her skin.  "Have you
noticed?" He began probing with his tongue the insides of her thighs from
behind her, bracing her with his hands.  His tongue was warm and snake
like. She sighed and forced herself to remain standing.

   "Yes," she sighed.

   "Would you like to know why I have no footboard, Mrs.  Murphy?"

   The licking had brought her to incoherency, and she did not answer.

   He waited and then he said, "Yes.  I thought you would." He stopped and
offered his hand to help her down from her perch.  She ignored his hand and
pressed her nipples into his mouth.  He suckled it while looking up at her
and then let go.  "Anna," he whispered, "I-"

   Without warning, she wrapped a leg around him and held on to his neck
tightly with one hand while lifting his kilt with the other.  She was
careful to lower herself onto his sex using gravity to push him more deeply
into her and then used the other leg to pin him.

   He was engulfed in a warm hotness that he was not expecting.  It was the
licking of his neck that drove him to the wall.

   He used the wall to pin her and pierce her more perfectly.  It was a
rough plastered wall that dug into her skin, leaving marks she could not
see but knew would be there a while.  She was laughing and offering words
of encouragement.

   "Oh, so wide, so deep.  C'mon, Jack.  Harder.  Harder."

   He plowed into her as deeply as he could go, then held her to the wall
while he withdrew.  "Anna, you are a wicked slut." He said.

   "Oh!  Yes.....  yes.  Deeper.  Oh.  You.  You did this to me."

   With no thought for her pleasure he would piston.  Faster and faster
until he came all too suddenly.  She stared at him with eyes wide open as
he came inside her, carefully studying the exact movements that would drive
him over that sinful edge.

   He recoiled carefully so as not to drop her.  Jack made a mental note
that his orgasm would be empty without that full symphony of her orgasm to
accompany it.

   When she was standing again, he grabbed her hair and said, "I'm not done
with you yet.  There are things I want you to experience."

   Still holding her hair, he drove her through an arched doorway, into an
even darker room.  She couldn't see anything.  Oddly, she never bumped into
anything before he positioned her with her hands against a wall.

   "Spread your legs.  Good.  Now stay there."

   He made a fire in the fireplace behind her, while she studied the wall
with her hands.  This wall was made of the same materials as the walls in
the dungeon.  It was a rough stone, held together with a sandy mortar.  She
guessed that it was gray in color, and that the sharp edges of the two
stones beneath her hands were common to all of the stones in the wall.

   The fire created an eerie dancing light.  Her eyes would adjust to one
brightness and then it would change.  Images would appear and then fade.

   She watched the shadow of his undressing.  She noted that even the
sharpness of the stones could not hide the masculine curve of his backside.
She was still wanting from his previous torments, and this only made her
all the worse.

   "May I speak, sir?" she posed.

   "Because you asked for permission, you may."

   "Your bed has no footboard.  Tell me why."

   "Odd isn't it?  Here we are in the very cradle of bondage and my bed
doesn't have a footboard.  It really puts a damper on bindings in bed,
hmm?"

   "Yes.  I wasn't expecting it."

   His shadow grew larger until she knew he was right behind her.  He
placed his hand in the curve of her back and caressed the sensuous arc of
her backside.  His other hand grazed her lips and then entered her sex. 
She was slippery and full of his cum.  He studied her reaction.

   Her eyes closed.  Her head bowed.  And she attempted to find relief with
the stroking of his fingers.

   He withdrew his fingers and offered them to her.  She licked at them
hungrily as if they were the only food she would ever want to eat.  She
sucked them and licked at the spaces between his fingers.  Then she moved
to the palm of his hand and the licking of his wrist.

   "Suck me."

   She turned and fell to her knees, but did not take his cock into her
mouth immediately.  She licked at his thighs and then his balls while
making a careful fist around his cock.  It was an odd sensation.  Her hand
was warm but did not cover his entire member.  Because of this, parts of it
were cooler than others.

   She must be tasting herself, he thought.  His balls had been covered
with the secretions of both of their bodies.  She was cleaning him.

   When he looked down, he would see the crown of her head, and the tongue
lapping at him gently.  She was meticulous in his care.  Beginning with the
inner sections of his thighs, she moved upwards until she reached the base
of his body.  She checked for the cleanliness of his ass hole before she
licked it and then sucked on that strong skin between his asshole and his
cock.  When he had stiffened to her liking, she licked his balls and took
each one into her mouth with a soft sucking.  Her fingers tantalized the
head which had gone purple in the flickering light.

   It was then that he knew that he would not be able to stand up for this
procedure.

   "Anna, I'm going to fall down with you doing that."

   He could feel her smiling as she enveloped him with the hotness of her
mouth.  He was grateful that he had cum earlier because under normal
circumstances that precise measure of sucking and plummeting would have
made him cum long and hard.

   "Anna.  S-stop.  Stop."

   She withdrew the cock from her mouth and then fell on it again pursing
her lips into a tighter frame.  She held the foreskin back in an
experimental gesture.  Her tongue caressed the head carefully.

   He exhaled sharply.  The world swam in front of him as she robbed him of
all strength.  As he began to sink, she pressed him to the wall behind her.
He instinctively grabbed rings embedded into the rock that she had not seen
before.  It became blatantly apparent to him that he had lost all control
of the situation.  He wondered if she would still respect him in this
moment of utter weakness.

   "Don't let go." She said to him, before ravaging him further.

   She began a maneuver that followed a stylized movement that men make
when they masturbate.  On the outstroke she'd pull away from his body, and
on the instroke she'd press in.  She lubricated his balls and the base of
his cock with a combination of her own sexual slickness and spit.  One hand
caressed his balls and base, while the other pinned him to the wall.

   She made soft groans that vibrated his whole member and audibly excited
him.  Her pinning him made him feel utterly out of control and completely
consumed.  And above all this, he could smell her sexual excitement.  She
wanted to do this to him.  She wanted this.  She wanted his surrender.

   Soft squishes gave way to a soft sucking in an ethereal existence.  His
previous orgasm offered him the ability to explore the depths of her skill
set.

   Her free hand would cup his ass and immobilize him, and then later it
would attempt to enter his ass.

   The whole area was warm and wet, but he was reluctant to let her enter
him.  He'd raise his head and instruct her not to enter him.  So she'd
change her tactics and use both hands to overwhelm him.

   She was ravenous.  Fast drop, slow withdrawal.  Suckling and licking. 
The pace increased.  The panting grew louder, and those throaty noises
would vibrate in his balls creating an experience he had never known. 
She'd extend her tongue and then probe his ass again with it.  The second
time she did this, he did not stiffen.

   Arcanna began to caress his backside, and he obediently relaxed into her
hands.

   She withdrew from him for a moment to let him catch his breath.  Above
his breathing she said to him, "I'm going to make you come."

   "Look...  I already came twice tonight.  I'm not going to be able to do
it again."

   "If you cannot reach it, then I will bring it to you."

   His candor broke and he laughed.  "You are the most amazing woman
alive."

   "Do you trust me?" she countered, while harvesting her own oils and
covering his balls with it.

   "I want to."

   "Then do what I tell you." She resumed licking his thighs again and
holding his foreskin back, giving her a more complete field of attack.  Her
fingers teased him.

   He knew what she wanted, and it caused him great concern.  He said,
"Don't hurt me."

   "You have tasked me with pleasuring you and I will obey you." And then
as she eyed his progress, she added, "Besides, I don't intend to hurt you
for very long."

   She then engulfed him again with a wave of heat and warmth.  There was a
velvety softness to her mouth and a tenderness to the tonguing that drove
him to that other place.  He envisioned himself in some strange sexual
experiment designed to test his limits.

   How many times can we make the master come and what will do it the third
time?

   The strength of her onslaught increased.  She returned to that rhythm
all her own that reminded him of masturbation.  He thought of her tongue as
a little monster that only she controlled.  It wandered all over the
region, bringing mayhem to every organ it touched.

   Her hands caressed and probed.  They gripped the base of his cock while
she drew the wanting fluids of his cock.  She savored the taste of it, and
its consistency.  She knew that he would come again and she would force him
to it.

   His ass was bound up tightly in an effort to drive himself into her
mouth.  He was attempting to fuck her mouth in response to the rhythm she
had established.

   She raised her head while still massaging his cock and balls.  "Let me
do the work.  Relax."

   He moaned and fought with himself to be still.  It took all of his
concentration not to move while she did this to him.  The licking and
sucking continued.

   The probing began again.  Soft hands opened the crevice of his ass and
began licking his asshole.  He did not grimace like he did before; this
pleased her.  She tested his willingness with a long finger, never stopping
the attentions to his raging pillar.

   His panting went on as he labored beneath her demands, but he did not
resist this time.

   One hand held him neatly to the wall, while the other entered him very
carefully.  Her own lubrication made the entrance easier, and she was
mindful not to startle him.

   When her finger was fully inside him, his head rolled to one side and he
muttered, "What are you doing to me?"

   She moaned again into the flesh of his balls and then went back to the
sucking of his cock.  The taste of precum became more prevalent, so she
worked her finger into him a little more deeply.  When she was certain that
he was going to let her do this, she removed the hand that held him, and
then resumed the massaging of his sack and base.

   She positioned the invading digit to press against the base of his cock.
He struggled a bit as she did this, so she steadied him with her free hand.
"You are doing fine," she reassured him.

   When her finger was in the right spot, and he was stable again, she took
his cock into her mouth and began the massage that she knew would cause him
to explode.

   She seemed to be everywhere to him.  He felt like he was being milked by
her sucking mouth and gripping fingers and then there was that pressing at
the base of his cock that made him both nervous and sexually excited.

   Again, she would lick and suck as he entered her mouth; then, pressing
into him, she would pull the foreskin back very carefully as she with drew.
The base of his cock began to throb oddly and there was a heat there that
he had never noticed before.

   He found that the sexual tension in his balls was building and the
massaging of them only made them feel bigger and more full than before. 
His hips pressed into her mouth with more freedom, and the pace increased.
He whispered the obscenities of lovers while watching her blow him.

   "You are a truly great cocksucker.  Oh...  yes...  suck it.  Suck my
cock.  More.  Again.  Make me cum...  make me cum.

   The whispers became words, and the words became groans.

   "Oh!  Yes....  Please...  Please.  More."

   When she was certain that he was ready for one last orgasm, she bored
deeply into his ass with a second finger, and drilled it into the space at
the base of his cock.

   This flooded him with an unexpected yet overpowering sensation that
spilled into his balls and forced him to orgasm.

   Jack's whole body contracted in around her probing fingers, then
exploded with one powerful gush, followed by a cacophony of contractions.

   He yelled.  He moaned.  He begged.

   She'd press into him and he'd spasm around her again.  She swallowed
what he gave her and then raised her head to watch the expression on his
face as he caved into her.

   He became still and silent.  He hung onto the rings in the wall because
he knew that they were the only thing that kept him from falling to the
floor.  His breathing was labored and his voice was hoarse when he said to
her weakly, "Help me."

   Gently, she removed the invading fingers and stood up to help him to his
bed without a footboard.

   He couldn't speak and could barely walk.  She actually had to move him
into a fetal position because he couldn't do it himself when she finally
got him into the bed.  There were scratches on his back from the stones. 
She salved them after warming the salve with her palms.

   As he fell away from the earth he heard her say, 'You don't have a
footboard because you don't need one.  You have a full dungeon twelve feet
away."

   She went to the sink and cleaned herself.  There was a clean cotton
shirt in the armoire that didn't fit her at all but she wore anyway.  She
wore his boxers and put on his socks.

   It took her the entire night, but she sat at his desk and wrote her
proposal.  Every now and then she'd check him to make sure he was all
right.

   Jack didn't move all night long.

   In the morning, she wore his jacket, his shirt, and pants that a
housekeeper brought up from her room when she went to meet with Haydn
Hunter.

   "What have you got?" he asked as he unrolled the wiring plans.  He
studied them for a moment and then realized that there was nothing on them.
"Arcanna, it looks like you brought the wrong plans.  These don't have
anything on them."

   "I know.  Those are the right ones."

   "I don't understand."

   "What did the other guy say he could do?"

   "He said that it'd cost me a year's wages, but he could do it in six
weeks with a crew of twelve.  Arcanna, why don't these plans have anything
on them?"

   She smiled at him sweetly.  "A year's wages for six weeks of work? 
That's pretty good.  How did he say he would do it?"

   "Fiber optics and an act of God.  What are you doing?"

   "Okay, I can do the same thing for half that price in ten days, and
unlike his strategy, my network plan will work."

   "You don't think that he can wire our house?"

   "I know he can't."

   "Why not?"

   "Because this house is ancient.  It has igneous stone in the walls. 
Even if it were cost effective to drill into the stone, it would could
compromise the structure of parts of it."

   "So it can't be done."

   "Of course it can be done.  Just like you, I can do anything.  But once
it is done, you will need someone to maintain it and look after the server
that will need to be set up."

   He looked down and said, "So this is a long term thing."

   "Yes."

   "Okay, you're hired.  Get Jack to put you on the books.  We'll pay you
the going rate and then up it by half.  Sounds fair?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "So how are you going to do it?"

   "Wireless.  I completed an encryption code last night that will secure
the signal.  I've been working on it for a while, but now that I have a use
for it, it made sense to finish it."

   "Hmm.  That's great!" And then he laughed and said, "Mrs.  Murphy, you
are such an odd creature.  How often does one meet a subjugate who is the
queen of quotes?"

   She moved into his house.  She fell in love with his house manager, and
they lived for years and years in the shadow of a tree that was planted
before her name was ever born.

   Copyright 2001.  All rights reserved by subjukated.  You may not alter
the content of my writings in any way shape or form under any
circumstances. I am not responsible for any actions taken due to the
content of my writing.  If you feel that you have reached this Copyright
text in error....  Oh wait.  Never mind.

   Authoress Contact Information: Subjukated@aol.com ; AIM nick:
Subjukated.

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