the trade though. In his life, Dax had been witness to all sorts of cruelty and depravity. Switching off and going through the motions was a way of life, it was how he survived. Empathy was for the weak and showing it to those who would stab you in the back was immature and stupid, and likely to get you killed.
He’d beaten up his own share of miscreants and had learned to shut off emotion while he did it and ignore their cries for mercy. That being said he took no pleasure in others misfortune and he didn’t have the sadistic tendencies Bruno displayed, to Dax this was just a job that needed to be done. Bruno relished the suffering he caused.
Having Bruno here served Dax well, and although Bruno said his role was to school Dax, Dax would guess that Maurice wanted to know if his unofficially adopted son had the stomach to perform even the most depraved of duties.
Dax did what had to be done and he’d never said no to Maurice Stark. He owed the family a lot, and he wasn’t going to start disappointing them now. Certainly not for the sake of a gorgeous brunette with tapered Bambi eyes and full pouting lips that he wanted to hear whimper. No, this was Trystan’s girl and in order to prepare her for what her life with Trystan would hold, Dax would have to go to the extreme.
When Dax got back to the beach house it was dark. He grabbed one bag out of the backseat and headed inside. Bruno was on the couch with a beer watching sports on TV.
The girl was kneeling in front of Bruno, still in her bikini, but now she had plastic stripper heels on, the spike of the heels on show under her neat little ass. Her hair was up in high bunches and Dax almost wanted to laugh at the cliché.
‘Hey, get everything?’ Bruno asked.
Dax came further into the room to see that the girl was giving Bruno a foot massage. ‘Yeah, I did,’ Dax said, tossing the bag to the floor. ‘I’ll get the rest of the shit out of the car in the morning.’
‘No need, our little slave here will do it for us,’ Bruno said. ‘It’s the least she could do what with flaunting those boobs at us all the time. We never get a break.’
Dax knew about breaking a person, about how important it was to contradict them and to constantly make them believe that everything was their fault. It was how cult leaders recruited and got otherwise same human beings to do their bidding. Guilt and shame were a brainwasher’s best friend.
‘Whatever,’ Dax said.
‘You’ll do that for us, won’t you?’ Bruno said to her.
‘Yes. Would you like me to do it now?’
‘You’re busy now,’ Bruno said, pushing his toes into one of her breasts and rubbing them in circles. He fondled like that for a while and she said nothing, just carried on with her work as if the violation wasn’t happening.
Watching the pair of them made Dax wonder what it would be like to touch such luxury and have no reaction in his dick. Bruno exhaled and his head sank back in bliss against the back of the couch with his eyes closed.
Her head turned and their eyes met, she kept on massaging Bruno’s foot while Bruno’s other massaged her breast but the eyes that she locked on his were removed from the rest of her form. Her body did what Bruno wanted it to, but there was blank determination in those chocolate eyes. She was doing what he did, a job, what needed to be done and for the first time he wondered about who this stranger actually was before she met Trystan Stark.
Bruno’s toes hooked the edge of her bikini top and peeled it back to expose one of her nipples which he tried to pinch by curling his toes.
‘Upstairs.’
Everyone in the room was startled by this bellowed word including Dax and the word had come out of his own mouth. The girl scrabbled to her feet and walking on those heels at an impressive pace she did exactly as he’d commanded. Trying to decipher why he’d ordered her upstairs and away from her task, Dax’s thoughts were interrupted by Bruno’s
He’d beaten up his own share of miscreants and had learned to shut off emotion while he did it and ignore their cries for mercy. That being said he took no pleasure in others misfortune and he didn’t have the sadistic tendencies Bruno displayed, to Dax this was just a job that needed to be done. Bruno relished the suffering he caused.
Having Bruno here served Dax well, and although Bruno said his role was to school Dax, Dax would guess that Maurice wanted to know if his unofficially adopted son had the stomach to perform even the most depraved of duties.
Dax did what had to be done and he’d never said no to Maurice Stark. He owed the family a lot, and he wasn’t going to start disappointing them now. Certainly not for the sake of a gorgeous brunette with tapered Bambi eyes and full pouting lips that he wanted to hear whimper. No, this was Trystan’s girl and in order to prepare her for what her life with Trystan would hold, Dax would have to go to the extreme.
When Dax got back to the beach house it was dark. He grabbed one bag out of the backseat and headed inside. Bruno was on the couch with a beer watching sports on TV.
The girl was kneeling in front of Bruno, still in her bikini, but now she had plastic stripper heels on, the spike of the heels on show under her neat little ass. Her hair was up in high bunches and Dax almost wanted to laugh at the cliché.
‘Hey, get everything?’ Bruno asked.
Dax came further into the room to see that the girl was giving Bruno a foot massage. ‘Yeah, I did,’ Dax said, tossing the bag to the floor. ‘I’ll get the rest of the shit out of the car in the morning.’
‘No need, our little slave here will do it for us,’ Bruno said. ‘It’s the least she could do what with flaunting those boobs at us all the time. We never get a break.’
Dax knew about breaking a person, about how important it was to contradict them and to constantly make them believe that everything was their fault. It was how cult leaders recruited and got otherwise same human beings to do their bidding. Guilt and shame were a brainwasher’s best friend.
‘Whatever,’ Dax said.
‘You’ll do that for us, won’t you?’ Bruno said to her.
‘Yes. Would you like me to do it now?’
‘You’re busy now,’ Bruno said, pushing his toes into one of her breasts and rubbing them in circles. He fondled like that for a while and she said nothing, just carried on with her work as if the violation wasn’t happening.
Watching the pair of them made Dax wonder what it would be like to touch such luxury and have no reaction in his dick. Bruno exhaled and his head sank back in bliss against the back of the couch with his eyes closed.
Her head turned and their eyes met, she kept on massaging Bruno’s foot while Bruno’s other massaged her breast but the eyes that she locked on his were removed from the rest of her form. Her body did what Bruno wanted it to, but there was blank determination in those chocolate eyes. She was doing what he did, a job, what needed to be done and for the first time he wondered about who this stranger actually was before she met Trystan Stark.
Bruno’s toes hooked the edge of her bikini top and peeled it back to expose one of her nipples which he tried to pinch by curling his toes.
‘Upstairs.’
Everyone in the room was startled by this bellowed word including Dax and the word had come out of his own mouth. The girl scrabbled to her feet and walking on those heels at an impressive pace she did exactly as he’d commanded. Trying to decipher why he’d ordered her upstairs and away from her task, Dax’s thoughts were interrupted by Bruno’s
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