I am offered a position.

My two guards stepped back, taking position on each side of the door and standing sentry. The seated man beckoned me forward and the woman patted the seat of her chaise loungue.

"Come along Miss Smith." The man called out. "My time is precious, sit beside my wife."

I stepped forward briskly, hoping the motion would hide the trembling I was experiencing in my legs. Despite his urbane manner this man was undoubtably powerful and extremely dangerous. I sat demurely next to the woman, but kept my eyes on the man's face.

"Somewhat recovered since our last meeting I hope?" The man asked conversationally. "You were still **** when I had you brought aboard and cleaned up."

"Yes, thank you..." I replied politely, leaving the sentence hanging in the hope that he would provide an identity.

"You may refer to me as my lord." The man informed me. "And my wife will be addressed as my lady."

"Yes my lord." I answered quickly.

I felt the woman's hand upon my knees which were pressed tightly together. Her fingers brushed up my thigh to the hem of the black miniskirt I was wearing.

"Good, you learn fast Miss Smith." The man said. "Though not fast enough to realise that you should spread your legs when a noble shows interest."

I hastened to comply and spread my legs, the garter straps attached to the corset pulled taut and lifted the thin skirt to leave my tender pussy exposed. The woman unhurriedly took a grape from the naked **** and pushed the small fruit into my cunt. I winced slightly as my bruised vulva was touched and the slightly acidic juice of the grape wet my sore flesh.

"As you have no doubt surmised you are now my property." The man went, studying my face intently to gauge my reaction. "Your earlier treatment was designed to impress this fact upon you. However you have talents that make you of more use to me than a common fuck ****."

The woman turned the grape inside me before withdrawing it and popping it into her mouth. She made a contented sound of approval before reaching for another grape to insert. I spared her a glance, she was as tall and thin as a catwalk model with meagre breasts. I instantly hated her, compared to myself she was weak. Only the presence of her husband and the guards gave her power over me. Left alone I could have slapped her down like a child.

"I and my associates, run an organisation catered to our sexual needs." The "Lord" was explaining. "Needs that you are personally familiar with. Whilst our somewhat hostile takeover of your operation furthered our ends in it's own right it also gives me the opportunity to use your talents."

I looked back to the man and tried to ignore the succession of fruit his weakling wife was pushing into pussy. I contrived to not let the hope show on my face. My talents were for domination and the training of slaves, if I had lost my freedom it was preferable to be as far advanced in this organisation as possible.

"I wish for you to serve as one of my **** trainers." My "Lord" said. "Though still a **** and beneath the lowest of my free employees, you'll have authority over the common fuck slaves and fighters and have certain privileges which will no doubt keep you amused."

I briefly puzzled at the mention of fighters, with the romanesque theme the couple seemed to have adopted should I expect legionaires to serve as his guards?

"Do you accept your position?" The man asked.